#i appreciate his tone in his apology and how he genuinely said he was sorry and he fucked up

[enhahooninurwindow]

Could u write a fix of niki calling reader clingy and annoying and has to make it up to the reader because they over hear it and get into a argument leading to reader removing their promise ring?

also i really love your fics ur so talented!!! stay safe and healthy!!! |(￣3￣)|

Apology and Affection

Pairing: Niki x reader 🍓MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff

Wc: 641

Synopsis: niki was teasingly telling jake abt how clingy you are and you overheard it leaving you upset. noticing this niki decides to make it up to you.

a/n: this is saur cute really. tyyyy anon, u too, take care and stay safe! 💋💋🩷💕

Niki knew he messed up today when he told Jake about you, telling him that even though you are adorable, you get too clingy and into his personal space making him annoyed and calling you needy. But unbeknownst to him, you heard everything, breaking down each time you whatever he said rings in your head. It broke his heart watching you lay in bed all day, eyes dull with hurt. So now he was going to do whatever to make it up to you. “hi baby,” he said, sitting next to you on the bed and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you just shrugged and swatted his hand off. He paused before placing his chin on your shoulder, watching you get annoyed and scoot away. He watched as you got out of the bed, taking a pillow and blanket and going to the living room. His heart sank as he kept his arm on where you used to lay. And now he REALLY messed up. He got out of the bed and followed you into the living room like a cat following it’s owner. Approaching her gently, Niki knelt beside the couch, his heart filled with regret. "Hey love," he said softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean to hurt you." You looked up at him, your eyes still moist with unshed tears. "It's okay," you murmured, though your voice trembled slightly. "No, it's not okay," he insisted, his tone filled with genuine concern. "I should never have said that, even as a joke. I love you just the way you are, and I never want to make you feel bad about yourself." Your expression softened as you listened to Niki. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it warmed your heart. "I just... I don't want to be a burden to you," you admitted quietly. Niki shook his head gently. "You're not a burden, love. You're my favorite person in the world," he said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "And besides, a little clinginess is just a sign of how much you love me, right?" You couldn't help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. "I do love you," you said softly, your eyes meeting his. "I love you too, more than words can express," Niki replied, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly. As you sat together on the couch, Niki started to tickle your sides gently, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. Laughter filled the room as you playfully teased each other, the tension from earlier dissipating with each shared giggle. "You're lucky I love you," Eunkyung teased, poking Niki's cheek playfully. He grinned. "And you're lucky I'm such a good boyfriend," he retorted, giving you a mock stern look before bursting into laughter again. Your playful banter continued, turning the atmosphere from somber to light-hearted. Niki made silly faces and told funny stories, doing everything he could to see you smile again. "I promise to be more mindful of what I say in the future," Niki said sincerely, his eyes locking with yours. "And I'll always be here to comfort you whenever you're upset, no matter what." You nodded, feeling grateful for Niki's understanding and love. "I know, and I appreciate that more than anything," you said, snuggling closer to him. As you cuddled on the couch, basking in the warmth of each other's presence, Niki whispered sweet words of reassurance and affection into your ear. You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of love wash over. In that moment, you both knew that misunderstandings were a part of any relationship, but what truly mattered was how you handled them together, with love, understanding, and a healthy dose of playfulness.

[therealmsdelulu]

Frights and Fractures☆

Prompt☆: Character accidentally gets hurt in a spooky attraction and a scare actor breaks character to help. From this: prompt list

Summary☆: When Spencer Reid gets hurt during a haunted house, the scare actor is more than willing to lose their job in order to help.

Pairing☆: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Warnings☆: Injury (fractured ankle). Physch major hate(jokingly)Mentions of gaslighting(in a humorous way though)

A/N☆:: Guys be warned, a lot of my humor is shown through Y/N and I think I'm a comedian 😀 Also first Spencer fic!

W.C☆:1.3k

Halloween was always a favorite of yours. You loved everything spooky and you adored the fall season. Once you were 'too old' for trick or treating, you decided to sign up as a scare actor at the nearest haunted house.

You got paid a decent amount and it was a really fun job. You got to make people's day all while giving them a small scare.

Your character was a fan favorite. You played one of the nurses in the abandoned asylum. Most visitors liked you because you were attractive but there was a small fraction of visitors who appreciated your humor.

You were creeping around the long and eerie hallways searching for your next victim when your eyes fell upon a tall and slender brunette who was obviously lost and desperately searching for whoever he came with.

He was dressed in a black, oversized sweater scattered with spiderwebs and pumpkins. He was actually pretty cute from what you could see. You smiled to yourself before remembering that you were on the clock.

You followed him around for a few minutes before you decided to strike. You pressed a button on your remote which was supposed to cause a wheelchair prop to slowly roll across the floor, a tame spook to get started.

However, when you pressed the button it prompted the wheelchair to roll out onto the floor at a faster speed than it was programmed to, causing the man to topple over before he could even register what was happening.

You gasped quietly and covered your mouth contemplating whether you wanted to laugh or go help. Technically you weren't allowed to break character or interact with visitors outside of scaring them, but once you heard the man groan in pain you quickly approached him.

"Hey, you okay?" you asked kneeling down next to him.

"What just happen?" he looked around searching for the source of his injury.

"You got wiped out by a run-away wheelchair," you said quietly, biting your lower lip to stifle a laugh, not being able to say that seriously.

"How ironic," he half-smiled before attempting to stand up but he winced quietly.

"Don't move," you insisted and began to reach out to inspect his ankle but quickly retracted your hands. "Do you mind if I check it out?"

"Do you have any actual medical training?" he asked teasingly.

"I'm CPR certified," you shrugged flashing him a small smile.

"Knock yourself out," he said and you gently squeezed his ankle watching his face for any signs of discomfort. You pulled away your hand when you saw his small flinch.

"Sorry," you apologized softly. "It might be broken," you concluded even though you had no way of knowing for sure.

"Actually, it's probably a lateral malleolus fracture. That's the most common type of ankle fracture," he corrected you.

"And what exactly is a lateral whatever you just said?"

"It's the outer part of your ankle," he clarified flashing you a small smile.

"Are you a doctor?" you wondered how he diagnosed himself without even giving it a second thought.

"Not the medical kind, but yes,"

"Ooh, that's impressive," you said in genuine amazement. "So what do you do for work? Are you a professor or something,"

"I'm a profiler," he informed you.

"Really? I've always hated phsych majors, this is even worse,"

"How so?" he inquired, searching for even the slightest bit of context.

"I feel like psych majors are just training to be professional gaslighters." you explained, you were joking but there was a small hint of seriousness in your tone

"But you play a nurse in an asylum" he pointed out.

"True," you smiled, "I should ask to play a different character,"

"Did you know that clinical psychologists make up the single largest specialty area in psychology?" he asked you and you smiled at the way his eyes lit up as he spoke.

"Clinicians are psychologists who assess, diagnose and treat mental illnesses," he elaborated with a bright smile and you listened attentively as he spoke.

"Many individuals study psychology because they want to better understand themselves or those around them. Through learning psychology, you gain a deeper understanding of the many factors that affect human behavior." he added, moving his hands in dramatic motions as he spoke. You looked into his eyes as he spoke, genuinely paying attention to what he had to say, and as he finished talking he looked into your eyes as well maintaining the eye contact for a moment before looking away shyly.

"I'm rambling aren't I?" he asked with a shy smile.

"A little, but I don't mind." you flashed him a sweet smile. "Your voice is actually really calming."

"I'm not used to hearing that," he said quietly and flashed you a small smile of appreciation.

In the brief moment of silence that followed, you took the moment to take in his features.

He was the prettiest guy you had ever seen. He had soft, hazel eyes. A warm honey color with a slight hint of green. Your eyes traced the outline of his plump lips that were tinted a soft pink and he finally realized that you were checking him out.

"Were you flirting with me?" he asked, his cheeks a faint pink hue.

"For a profiler, you really suck at picking up social queues," you teased with a sly smile.

"I get that a lot" he said smiling sheepishly when your moment was suddenly interrupted by the sound of shouting

"Spencer!" you heard a deep, masculine voice yell.

"Reid?" you heard a more feminine voice yell.

"Over here!" he yelled and you discovered his name was Spencer. Suddenly, a group of 2 women and a man approached the two of you.

"We lose him for 5 minutes and he somehow manages to get hurt," the dark-haired woman said to the bald man.

"I think pretty boy did it on purpose," the bald man said gesturing towards you and the brunette man and a red-headed woman, wearing the most flashy and unique outfit you had ever seen, ruffled Spencer's hair.

"Looks like he's in good hands," the redhead said smiling at you.

"Well unfortunately, I'm not a real nurse." you smiled at the woman.

"Is it bad?" she asked.

"Lateral malleolus fracture," you and Spencer said at the same time and shyly smiled at one another.

"Right," the brunette woman deadpanned sharing a look with the man next to her. "And you are?"

"Y/N, and you three are?"

"Penelope Garcia," the red-headed woman introduced herself.

"Emily Prentiss," the darker haired woman said flashing you a small smile.

"Derek Morgan," the bald man introduced himself with a small, playful wink and Spencer rolled his eyes.

"Do you flirt with every one you see?" Emily asked with an eye roll of her own.

"So, I'm assuming you guys are profilers too?" you asked the group.

"Those two yes, I'm a technical analyst," Garcia explained.

"I feel extremely unsafe right now," you joked and Spencer shook his head with laughter.

"Unsafe?" Morgan asks tilting his head visibly confused

"Inside joke," you and Spencer said at the same time and began laughing even harder.

"You guys have been alone for like 5 minutes and you already have an inside joke?" Prentiss asked sharing a look with Garcia and curling her lips in a small smirk.

"My man," Morgan said with a smile patting Spencer on the back and you watched as his cheeks turned a faint hue of crimson.

"Are you done?" Spencer asked pretending to be irritated with the man even though he was biting back a smile.

"You should probably go see an actual nurse now," you suggested with a half-smile gesturing towards his ankles.

"Right," he said with a slight pout and it took everything in you not to kiss it away. Morgan and Prentiss began to lift him up making sure he didn't put any weight on his ankle and you blew Spencer a kiss as they walked towards the exit.

"Wait, Y/N?" Spencer blurted, he turned around and flashed you a small grin,"Could I possibly get your number? You know, In case I need a second opinion?"

☆My submission for the CM Meet Cute (or not) Challenge 📚☕️ by @imagining-in-the-margins

[talkdutchtome]

Glitch- chapter five

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / mason mount x reader )

summary . . . when mason mount finds out that his assistant has been harbouring feelings for him for years, he makes it clear he doesn't feel the same way. but once he sees her become closer with formula 1 world champion max verstappen, he realises he may have underestimated his feelings towards the girl he has now pushed into the arms of another )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . glitch- taylor swift )

series masterlist . . . available here )

The dim light in the cozy living room flickered as Y/N paced nervously. She turned to the figure on the couch, who had been quietly listening to her unravel her thoughts. "I'm sorry for coming so late, but I was just so confused. I didn't know what to do." 

The figure shifted, and a voice that was both comforting and familiar responded, "No need to apologize. Take a seat and tell me what's on your mind." 

Y/N sank into a nearby chair, her eyes searching for answers in the patterns of the rug. "It was going really well. He’s so nice, I really liked him. But then he started talking about taking me to Monaco and I panicked, I don’t even know why I..” She trailed off, unsure about how to even put into words what she was feeling. She had just ran away from a date with an incredible guy, a date that was actually going really well, and was now sat in her friend's living room at almost 11 o'clock at night. The man in front of her was patient, he let her into his home and was listening to every word she said, and that just made her feel so much worse.  

“I don’t know what to do Reece, I just ran away, he’s going to think I’m so weird. And you, we’ve only been real friends for five minutes and I’ve just turned up at your house and unloaded all of my crap onto you. Fucking hell, I’m such a mess.” 

Reece's gaze remained steady as Y/N bared her thoughts, her vulnerability evident in the dimly lit room. He listened attentively, offering a soft smile as she apologized once again. 

"Y/N, you don't have to apologize for coming here. That's what friends are for," Reece reassured her, his tone warm and understanding. "You're not a mess, and you're certainly not burdening me. I'm here for you, okay? I get why you wouldn’t want to talk to Mason about this too.”

She nodded, appreciating his kindness. "Thanks, Reece. I just don't want to mess things up. He's a great guy, and I ran away like an idiot." 

He smiled, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Look, I’m by no means an expert in this subject but from a guys perspective, maybe you should just tell him how you feel. Let him know that you like him but that you need things to go slowly. Honesty is key in these situations, and if he's as great as you say, he'll appreciate your openness." 

Y/N considered Reece's advice, a sense of clarity emerging. "You're right. I should talk to him. Thank you, Reece. I don't know what I would've done without you tonight." 

Reece chuckled softly, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "That's what friends are for, Y/N. Anytime you need someone to talk to, I'm here." 

Y/N expressed her thanks once again, her weariness evident in her grateful smile. "Thank you, Reece. I should get going." 

As she began gathering her belongings and preparing to leave, Reece, noticing the late hour and the weariness in her eyes, interjected gently. "Wait, Y/N. It's pretty late, and it's dark out. I wouldn't feel right letting you walk home alone now. Why don't you just crash here for the night? I've got a spare bedroom, and you can head out in the morning." 

Y/N's initial hesitance was palpable, her brows furrowing with concern. "Reece, I really don't want to impose on you any more than I already have." 

Reece shook his head, a warm and reassuring smile on his face. "Y/N, it's not an imposition. I'd prefer you stay here. I wouldn't feel comfortable letting you walk home alone at this hour." 

A brief moment of contemplation passed before Y/N nodded, gratitude softening her features. "Okay, thank you, Reece. I appreciate it." 

He guided her to the spare bedroom, its ambiance a mix of coziness and simplicity. He assured her to make herself at home, offering, "I've got training early tomorrow, so help yourself to anything you need in the morning. Sleep well." 

Y/N expressed her thanks once more, and as she stepped into the spare bedroom, the soft glow of a bedside lamp revealed a neatly arranged space. The comfortable bed beckoned her, and, feeling the weight of the night's emotional rollercoaster, Y/N surrendered to its embrace. 

She slipped under the covers, the softness of the pillows providing a welcomed comfort. The room held a serenity that seemed to embrace her, and as she closed her eyes, the gentle hum of Reece's home became a soothing lullaby. Sleep claimed her swiftly, offering a respite from the stress and confusion that had filled her evening. 

The morning light filtered through the curtains, gently waking Y/N as she stirred in the unfamiliar room. A soft murmur of voices reached her ears, and curiosity led her downstairs. As she descended, the voices became clearer, and she recognized Reece's calm tones along with another voice that sent a ripple of surprise through her. 

In the kitchen, Mason and Reece stood engaged in conversation, both sipping on protein shakes. Their conversation ceased as Y/N entered, her presence causing a noticeable shift in the atmosphere. Mason's eyes widened in shock as he registered her appearance, and Y/N could almost see the gears turning in his mind. 

"Hey," she greeted shyly, attempting to break the tension. 

Mason, still processing the unexpected scene before him, remained silent. His attempt at maintaining composure was evident, but a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. 

Reece, sensing the need to address the unspoken tension, interjected, "Morning, Y/N. We’re just getting a drink before we head to training" 

Mason's gaze shifted between Y/N and Reece, a myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind.  

“You-” Mason tried to speak but his voice got caught. “You stayed here last night?” He questioned. It was plain to see that he was freaking out but trying his hardest to remain nonchalant. 

Y/N, catching on to the unspoken assumptions, decided to clarify before things took a turn for the worse. 

"Oh, yeah I came round to chat last night, and then when it got late Reece offered up his spare room so I didn’t have to walk home in the dark," she explained, hoping to dispel any lingering doubts. 

Reece nodded in agreement, offering a reassuring smile. "Exactly. Just a friend helping a friend out." 

The tension in the room began to ease as the truth settled. Mason, still processing the information, managed a nod. "Right, got it." 

Reece, ever attuned to the lingering awkwardness, took the initiative to break the silence. "Well, I think we should probably head to training. You're welcome to stay here for as long as you need, Y/N. There's a spare key by the door; just use that and drop it back through the letterbox when you leave." 

Y/N nodded appreciatively, "Thanks, Reece. I appreciate it." 

As Reece and Mason made their way toward the door, the air still carried a hint of unease. Mason, however, seemed to have regained some composure and, looking at Y/N, asked, "Are we still having our movie night tonight?" 

Y/N smiled, relieved that the tension was slowly dissipating. "Absolutely. Come around at 7, and we'll get started." 

With that agreement, Reece and Mason headed out the door. As it closed behind them, Y/N caught a snippet of Mason's questioning tone directed at Reece, but the words were muffled by the closing door. She sighed, hoping that the newfound understanding she and Mason had reached would withstand this unexpected morning twist. 

  As the evening approached, Y/N found herself at home, thoughts swirling in her mind like a turbulent storm. She debated whether or not to reach out to Max, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. Eventually, fueled by a desire for clarity, she decided to make the call. 

Her fingers hesitated over the keys as she dialed Max's number. The phone rang, and with each passing second, her heartbeat quickened. Then, a familiar voice on the other end said, "Hello?" 

"Hi, Max," she greeted, her voice a mix of nerves and sincerity. 

Max responded warmly, "Hey Y/N, how are you?" 

Y/N took a deep breath before launching into an explanation. "I’m good thanks, just wanted to talk about yesterday, if this isn’t a bad time?" 

Max assured her, "Not at all. Go ahead." 

So, Y/N began to share her feelings, the whirlwind of emotions that led her to retreat so abruptly. Max listened attentively, responding with understanding and empathy. "I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he apologized sincerely. 

"No, no, Max. You don't need to apologize," Y/N reassured him. "I had a lovely time, honestly. I just got a bit overwhelmed, and my instincts took over. I'd like to see you again if you're not too weirded out by my disappearing act." 

Max chuckled gently. "Not weirded out at all. I was just worried I'd done something to upset you." 

Y/N smiled, grateful for his understanding. "You didn't, at all. 

“Thats good, I meant every word I said though Y/N, I do really like you, and if taking things slow is what makes you comfortable, then I'm all for it. I just want to see you again." 

Her heart warmed at his sincerity. "Thank you, Max. I appreciate that." 

Glancing at the clock, she realized Mason would be arriving soon. "I need to get going but we should plan something soon, okay?” 

"Absolutely," Max agreed. "Let me know when you're free, and we'll figure something out." 

Mason's knock on the door echoed through the room shortly after Y/N’s call to Max had ended, she welcomed him in, and they quickly settled into their familiar routine, though there was a noticeable shift. Instead of the usual cozy closeness on a single sofa, they each took their own, creating a subtle but tangible distance. 

Somethings however, never change; because the first thing they did was begin to argue about who gets to choose the first film. Y/N was advocating for her favourite film of all time, 10 things I hate about you, whereas Mason was advocating for Fight Club. Although it only took Y/N pouting at him with puppy dog eyes on full display for Mason to quicky relent and agree to whatever she wanted. He couldn’t help but to laugh to himself at just how easily Y/N could make him do whatever she wanted. 

As the opening scenes of the movie flickered across the screen, Mason couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N across from him. The room was dimly lit by the glow of the television, and he couldn't help but be captivated by the way Y/N visibly lit up with excitement when the familiar scenes unfolded. 

He found himself watching her more than the movie itself, contemplating how effortlessly beautiful she looked in that moment. The way her eyes sparkled with genuine enthusiasm as she absorbed every detail of the film, the soft movements of her lips as she quietly mouthed along to the well-known lines, and the sweet sound of her little giggles that escaped when a particularly humorous scene played out. 

In that moment, Mason realized the beauty he had overlooked before. It wasn't just about her physical features, although he found himself drawn to the soft curves of her face and the glint in her eyes. It was the genuine joy she radiated, the infectious energy that made her all the more enchanting. Yet, as he marvelled at these revelations, an inexplicable discomfort settled in the pit of Mason's stomach. It was a perplexing sensation, an unsettling awareness that something had shifted, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what. 

Caught in his own thoughts, Mason initially didn't register Y/N's attempts to engage in conversation. It took her repeating herself for him to snap back to the present. She asked about his training with Reece, and Mason, readjusting to the conversation, he replied, "It was alright, a bit boring." 

Casually, he segued into another question, the tone of his voice crafted to sound nonchalant. "By the way, since when were you so close with Reece anyway?" The query lingered in the air, carefully casual yet edged with an underlying curiosity 

Y/N shared with Mason that when he wasn't speaking to her, Reece had been incredibly supportive, and they naturally grew closer during that time. She braced herself for any potential discomfort on Mason's part, anticipating that he might be uneasy about her forming a bond with one of his friends and teammates. However, Mason's response surprised her 

"That's good. I'm glad you had someone when I was being a dick," he stated, a touch of sincerity in his voice. "I am really sorry for that again, by the way." 

Y/N reassured him, "You don't need to keep saying sorry, Mason, but thank you." 

As the conversation continued, Mason hesitated for a moment before asking, "How did you end up at Reece's house anyway, if you were seeing Max?" There was a subtle flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, as if he was unsure whether bringing up Max was the right move. And when he caught sight of Y/N shifting uncomfortably, he realized it may have been better if he avoided the subject altogether.  

“Oh, well umm, I just panicked a bit and needed someone to talk to talk it though with.” she spoke as concern flickered in Mason's eyes, and he asked, "What made you panic?" 

She sighed, "Well, he said he wanted to take me to Monaco." 

Mason slightly raised his eyebrows, contemplating her words. "Is that a bad thing?" he asked. 

Y/N clarified, "I don’t know, it just felt like everything was moving too fast. It was a bit overwhelming." 

“I get that, how did it go other than that though, think you’ll see him again?” he asked her, trying his best to remain as casual as possible.  

Y/N's demeanor carried a vague discomfort as she began to answer his question. Her eyes shifted uneasily, and she fidgeted with a loose thread on the edge of the sofa. 

“Uh yeah, it was really nice. He took me to the nicest restaurant I have ever seen in my life, then we went to this coffee shop he likes and we got a hot chocolate, I’m not sure when but we’re definitely going to do something again soon.” 

Mason just nodded, trying desperately to make a a concerted effort to be a good friend, despite the evident unease he felt about hearing the details of her date. His expression betrayed a subtle struggle, trying to maintain a supportive facade while grappling with his own emotions beneath the surface. 

As they turned their attention back to the TV, Y/N gradually eased into the familiar comfort of her favorite film. The initial unease began to subside, replaced by the warmth that usually accompanied movie nights with Mason. They finished watching her movie and then started the one that Mason had asked for.  

As the intense scenes of Fight Club unfolded on the screen, Mason couldn't shake the desire to be closer to Y/N, like they used to be. He missed the casual intimacy they once shared during movie nights, where they would end up cuddling on the sofa, wrapped up in each other's company. However, he recognized that those moments were no longer a given. 

He silently wished they could return to the easy closeness they had before everything became complicated. Yet, Mason understood that it wasn't fair to impose their old habits on Y/N. So, he stayed in his corner of the sofa, watching the movie, trying to pretend that he didn’t want to go over and hold his best friend.  

Not 20 minutes into the movie, Mason noticed the soft and rhythmic sounds of gentle snores coming from where Y/N lay on the sofa. He couldn't help but smile; it was such a typical Y/N thing to do, to fall asleep during a movie. Deciding not to disturb her peaceful slumber, Mason quietly approached and saw that she had dozed off. 

Softly chuckling, he carefully lifted Y/N into his arms, cradling her with the same tenderness he'd always shown. In the quiet of her bedroom, he gently placed her on the bed, arranging the covers around her. It was an instinct to climb in beside her, as they'd done countless times during movie nights at her place due to her not having a spare bedroom.  

However, Mason abruptly halted, the reality settling in that those intimate moments were no longer appropriate. A wistful look crossed his face as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head and whispered, "Goodnight, Y/N," before quietly leaving her room to head home.  

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[bl00dst41ned]

*.·:·.✦ my little secret (jude bellingham ‘series’ pt.3) ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jude bellingham x female oc (Mariah)

summary: in which Jude tries to do right but has to face his past actions

author's note: part 3 is out, part 4 on friday. masterlist here. tag list: @barcagirly @everlyjay @alwaysclassyeagle @urmotheris (if you want to be tagged, drop it wherever you want: post, repost, in my asks or comments)

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word count: 909

4:12 PM

As minutes passed, Jude grew more and more nervous. He and Mariah had arranged to meet at a dessert shop at 4PM, after having a conversation through Instagram. He sensed how she still felt resentment, and he understood why. But he deeply wanted to do right and it started with apologizing in person. If she showed up.

Mariah was 12 minutes late and had not sent him any message. He just prayed she would show up.

His suffering was cut short by the bell ring of the door. Mariah appeared in the doorstep, still looking gorgeous in his eyes. His facial expression changed once he noticed the baby car seat she was pushing.

Jude definitely didn’t expect her to introduce them so quickly.

“Umm, hello” He got up to greet her, only to be ignored as she sat down and placed the car seat next to her. “Alright…”

“So” She started, her annoyance clearly heard. “What am I here for?”

“You might want to order something before- I’m cool, thank you”

Her tone was so soft yet her attitude was so harsh. Jude had hurted her deeply but it could not take away her softness.

“Okay…” said a distraught Jude. “First, how you been?”

“Jude, let’s not act like that” She instantly dodges his nice approach. “We’re here for Tami, right?”

He nodded in response, not letting out a word. He was scared to say the wrong thing.

“Tami is yours if this is what you wonder. I wanted to tell you immediately but someone decided to break my heart that night”

The last part of her sentence brought him back to that night. He remembered she did say she had to tell him something. He also remembered how disrespectful and rude he was towards her. How wrong he was. He could not feel anything else than remorse.

“Mariah, I’m sorry for the way I treated you”

Mariah expected him to apologize, but not genuine. As much as she did not want to believe him, she could only accept them, for the sake of her daughter.

“I appreciate you for that” She simply thanked “I can’t lie, that one hurted deeply but now that you’re here, I can’t take you away from Tami”

Jude saw in her response how much she grew from their relationship. She had became a mature woman who loved her child and was willing to keep thing in perspective for her. She impressed him and he regretted losing such an incredible person.

“Tami’s the apple of my eye.” Her tone got more serious at the mention of their baby. “If you promise to be there, do it”

Jude felt pressured by her words. He wanted to do good and repair his mistakes, hurting her being the biggest one.

“You hurted me, that was enough. Don’t do it to her”

“I’ll be the best, I promise” He looked straight in her eyes so she knew he meant it.

Just as they ended, little Tamara wailed in the car seat. Jude’s head snapped towards her. She had been silent all along, making him forget her presence. Her whines popped their bubble.

He watched Mariah get her in her hands, placing her in her arms. She gave the diaper bag to Jude, who hesitantly took it.

“Can you get me the bottle”

He did so, analyzing the content of the bag. He closed it and lifted her head, looking at Mariah and Tamara. 

The young mother’s soft moves, Tamara’s mouth movements as she ate, her hands trying to grip the bottle, the way they looked at each other, with so much love. The sight touched Jude straight in his heart. 

He suddenly felt like that’s what he wished forever. He wanted their daughter to look at him like that, to feel the love of a little human. He could only blame himself for it. He’s the one who first blocked her before she reciprocated the action. He messed up.

Mariah smirked noticing Jude’s face expression. She didn’t think he’d have matured after a year but was surprised. Seems like they both grew better people apart. Maybe they weren’t meant to be together.

Once Tami finished eating, Mariah burped her before placing her back in her arms. She looked back at Jude, whose eyes still haven’t moved from the baby.

“You wanna hold her?”

“Ye-yeah” He stuttered out of nervousness.

She got up, and went to his side.

“Place your arms like me”

He obeyed and Mariah placed Tami in his arms, making sure her neck was secured.

His eyes met his daughter’s, who looked back between him and her mother. Once Mariah went back to sit, she settled them on him. Jude’s eyes had diverted on her entire face, taking in her features. Her little hair was starting to curl. Her hands were constantly opening and closing as if she tried to grip something.

Jude’s body stiffed as soon as she started stir in his arms. Mariah let out a little chuckle, looking at the scene.

“Don’t worry, she won’t fall” She reassured with a smile on her face. “Long as you got her, it’s all good”

Though she was just talking about that moment, her words made Jude think. He had missed enough time, he needed to be there now. As long as he kept up with his promise, the three of them would be alright. Long as he got her, it’s all good

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: ̗̀➛ Healthy breakup with HSR men

who?

╰┈➤ Jing yuan, Blade, Welt, Gepard, Loucha, Dan heng (separately)

situation?

╰┈➤ you're their lover but nothing are just meant forever.

✎ ANGST !! ⚠️I think I rushed blade too much its bad idontreallylikeit...They like you and you like them and you started dating but you aren't meant to be. This was the first thing that came to my mind when I heard laufey's song "promise" so I recommend that you guys listen to it while reading <3 I tried my best to make it a really healthy breakup so I hope everyone's satisfied with it <3😔 I cannot assure you of perfect grammar so please enjoy!!

: ̗̀➛ BLADE

Dating blade wasn't easy, it never was. Blade doesn't know how to show his love and his genuine feelings to you, at first it was fine. Knowing that blade feels the same way for you, it was more than enough. You dated him for months and you're the one who's really affectionate towards him, he hates physical touch which you love. He doesn't let his guard down but for once he did, to you and for you.

However this time it's different, it's not the same anymore. You dated blade for a few months, you didn't expect that it would end this soon. You can't meet blade everyday which was fine for you at first but hardships came and came where you just need him for yourself. You talked to blade about running away together but he hated the idea because being a stellaron hunter was his thing, you fought that night that you both didn't talk for weeks. That was the time where you thought you were about to break up but you fixed it afterwards, you both didn't want to end your relationship that time but this time,

You both were just so sure to put an end into whatever you both had. It was a mutual decision. He wanted to break up because he couldn't focus enough whenever he was with you and he wasn't used to your affections and he couldn't get used to it whatever he does he's scared that he'll hurt you more in the future that's why he thinks it's better to break up now. You on the other side had to break up with him because you could see that he wasn't comfortable with you, it feels like you're giving him more responsibility when you're with him.

"thank you for this past months, Y/N." He said while you're both standing in a dark hallway in xianzhou.

"I can say the same." You gave him a weak smile but your tone was sad and low.

"Let's just meet again. Okay?" You nod as he left you alone.

The feelings came when he finally left you alone, you wanted to run and say you still love him and just come back. But it's not something you know you should do, you have to let it go because you're a busy person yourself. It's part of your life to meet people who aren't destined for you but you still wished to. You both weren't just compatible for each other and you had to accept it to finally move on.

: ̗̀➛ LOUCHA

During the first month of dating Loucha, there were no flaws at all. This man is really sweet whether you both are in private or public places. He always tries his best to show you how much he appreciates and loves someone like you. He says sorry first whenever you fight, he's the greenest flag that you'll ever have. He's sweet and there for you all the time.

However this time, you're the problem. No matter how many times he assures you that it's fine that you don't see each other for awhile, you couldn't bring yourself to just accept it. You're a traveller and you have a long road ahead of you. It was hard for you to include Loucha while thinking about the future for yourself, you have a dream that you want to achieve without anyone's help so when you told Loucha that you wanted to break up because you want to pursue your dreams, all he gave you was his gentle smile.

"No need to apologize for prioritizing your dreams, Y/N. I understand how big this is for you and I want you to feel contented and fulfilled, keep chasing your dreams and I'll support you in any way I can."

"I knew you'd understand, Loucha. I promise I'll come back once I achieved my dream. I hope you'll be waiting for me by then, but if there is any chance that someone caught your eye then make sure to be happy, I love you." You couldn't really stop yourself from crying but you really did try, Loucha gave you a big hug. He left after making sure that you're not crying anymore.

You knew this day would come when you have to put your dreams first, making sure there was no distraction. Loucha wasn't a distraction but the more you look at him, the more you want to achieve your dreams, but still you know yourself that you'll feel much happier with him but the happiest when you reach your dreams while you're in his arms.

: ̗̀➛ GEPARD

Loving Gepard was so pure and innocent. Citizens often compliment you both whenever Gepard has his day off and you're walking around belobog with him while taking a picture. One thing you love about being in a relationship with him was taking a picture together on your polaroid then sticking it in your room wall. Your room was full of gepard's blushing photo and stolen polaroid pictures, then your pictures together. Words are never enough to describe what you both had because it was just so perfect.

You shower each other with sweet words every single day so why is it that you have to break up with him before your 1st year of relationship together? Yes, your relationship was young,wild and free. You love him everyday like there's no tomorrow and you can be yourself especially around him.

So when you found out that you had to move nations from belobog to xianzhou you immediately called him the next day and cried into his arms, you didn't want to leave him and if you had the choice whether to stay or leave, you wanted to stay beside him. But then, you had to for your family and for your future. You can't do anything about it so all you did was tell him that you'll miss him. The good thing was the phones exist so it won't be much of a problem as long as you contact each other everyday. However, you really can't force someone if they're not meant for you.

Weeks have passed since you moved to xianzhou, you still decorated your room with each other's photographs because it's all that you ever had. You call and chat with him everyday but it's never the same.

"You see, Y/N.. Something recently happened here in belobog that requires my whole attention, my guarding became more stricter than usual. I have to do this for the sake of our nation. It's the best for us to part ways for now." You're in a call with him, you weren't expecting him to end it all through calls but where else can he do that when he can't really see you? You felt more hurt knowing in just a few days you'll have your 1st year anniversary together.

"It's alright, you have your duties and I do too, recently I've been helping around xianzhou. It gets busier here too. I understand, Gepard. This is for the better." Was all that you can say, in reality you weren't that busy at all because, no matter what happens you will always put aside your work for Gepard.

When you're looking at the box full of photographs you had with gepard, you found a picture that you've never seen at all. It was a picture of you holding the flowers that Gepard bought for you for the first time. It has a note in the back of the picture saying.

"You're as beautiful as the flowers I bought today. Y/N." And the date of the 1st month you had together.

: ̗̀➛ JING YUAN

Jing yuan is the greenest flag ever, He makes sure to balance his work and you and the attention he gives you is always just ENOUGH for the both of you. He's so soft and well spoken. Sometimes he's just too good for you. He gives you all his needs and wants because wealth is never a problem to him.

But this time you're just drained, really drained that you can't think straight. Life can't just be good to you whatever decision you make. These days, It gets harder and stressing and the fact that you can't meet Jing yuan was hard too. You're studying medicine for almost 9 years. Whenever exams happen, you can't pass them. Your life was mentally draining you, plus studying medicine was hard too. If you had the chance to change your life decisions and choose another career, you would. The only good thing in your life was Jing yuan but these days just felt like you're losing a glimpse of him more and more.

"Y/N, my love? Why did you call me all the way here?" You were in a place where you could clearly see the night sky, the night was starry and bright. You wished your life was that bright and pretty too.

"It's just that..I want to be good enough for you." He raised his eyebrows, he didn't seem to understand what you said.

"What do you mean, my love? You're not just good enough, you're more than enough and I love you. Y/n tell me is there something wrong?"

"I have to put myself first, I don't want to fail my exams this time. You're a big part of my life and I don't want to lose you but in my perspective it seems like I've been losing you more when I try to heal myself, Jing yuan allow me to-" He gave you a hug in the middle of you explaining your feelings towards him.

"I'm glad that you're putting yourself first, my love. I'll wait for you I'll always do." You didn't continue your words when he said those words instead you buried yourself into his chest as tears started to fall down.

Being with him was a blessing, when you felt like you're nothing and never enough he's there to reassure you that all he ever needed was you and only you and that no one in this world has the ability to replace someone like you. It's never selfish to put yourself first and it's okay to give yourself the time that you need.

: ̗̀➛WELT

Welt is really sweet on private and private only. He's not a big fan of physical touch too but he lets you do you because it's the only way to show that he loves you and he's comfortable with you. He doesn't know how to show his love so misunderstanding happens most of the time but you both never thought of breaking up ever but this time it was just different.

You're a traveler and he's part of the astral express so whenever you visit him it's a hobby to run to him and give him a big hug, everyone on the crew thinks it's cute but welt himself just wants to be private with you and said that you didn't have to be so affectionate with him either way he loves you. but still it's okay because you both never thought about breaking up until this time.

While he's looking at the moon, you made your way beside him and stared at him for awhile knowing that today was the day that you had to leave him for good, you weren't the only one that was thinking about breaking up but him too.

"Welt, I have to go back to my hometown, I have to stop travelling and I can't meet you for the upcoming years, they have no signal there and the last thing I want to do is the first thing that I have to do. Welt, we have to put an end to this." Welt didn't look surprised or sad. He had that usual look and it looked like it didn't bother him but that's just how he was.

"I knew we had to break up sooner, I also have to focus on something important to me." You both were silent for awhile and no one dared to speak. You hated the fact that you had to break up because all you ever wanted was to be right by his side, an hour passed and you both were only looking at the moon thinking about each other.

"See you later, Y/N." He said before he kissed your forehead and left that when your tears started to fall.

Thinking about how he didn't say goodbye put you in the hope that someday, you'll meet him again and fall in love without worrying about anything. The morning before you left he gave you a letter and he said that you can read it after you leave, though he hated public affection he still gave you a forehead kiss.

The body of the letter was about how he felt the first time meeting you, dating you and losing sight of you since you're going somewhere far, in your hometown. You smiled as you read the letter as you reached your destination hoping for a better future

: ̗̀➛ DAN HENG

Dan heng doesn't mind whether you like private or public affections as long as he sees that you're happy. Loving him wasn't easy or hard but you can see that he's trying his best to make you comfortable and happy. You barely fight because he's not a big fan of it, if you did something wrong he'll wait patiently for you to apologize but if he did something wrong he'll immediately apologize to you but this time you didn't know if you're at fault or he's at fault because you just started fighting out of nowhere.

It was supposed to be your 1st year together but now you both were fighting because he didn't seem interested about something that you're telling him about and it seemed like his mind was somewhere else. You got mad at him for it, he said sorry but you still got mad because you wanted his affection and not just apologizing however after acting mad at him for long he stopped apologizing and said something else.

"I don't think I'm ready for this, Y/N." You raised your eyebrows thinking you misheard him but you didn't.

"I'm just kidding, Dan heng. You're forgiven." He felt relieved by what you said but he still continued saying something.

"I'm glad but Y/N, I'm not ready yet. I know that today marks our 1st year together and you're good enough for me, it's just that you have so much that it was too much for me."

You felt like your heart sank when he said those last words to you but you knew you had to be mature, and let him do what he needs to. It's gonna be hard for you but it's already hard for Dan heng.

"I understand, Dan heng." It felt like the time was frozen, what he said didn't feel real at all. He was your safe place, though he wasn't affectionate as long as he's listening it's enough for you, you can feel that he's trying very hard for this relationship but he can't just give up anything for you and you knew it too.

When you finish talking to him and when you're finally alone that's when you started crying like a baby, you didn't know what else to do alone in your home. You let your thoughts and tears flow thinking if you can just change everything, you would. You agreed to him breaking up but there was a part inside you that wanted to say that you both didn't have to but you had to do it, for Dan heng and for him only.

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A lil fic snippet for @journeytomonkiekid !

This was supposed to be part of soemthing bigger but I lost momentum lol but here we have Wan Ji and her father-in-law (my oc) hehe

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“So, you’re not…back to life, exactly?” Wan Ji asked, hoping that question somehow came out okay.

“Well, we are…“ Zhuang Jie answered, not sounding any less neutral than before, but he still took a sip of his tea before continuing.

“I guess the best way I can put it is that we’re still technically ghosts, just in…fully corporeal forms. Even Changbiyuan can’t fully summarize how that works, so apologies, I’m not that much better off.” He smiled to himself a bit at that, clearly taking some humor in it, which made Wan Ji relax a bit more. She was alone with the elder man in Macaque’s dojo right now — who had made himself scarce during this topic of conversation, for fairly obvious reasons.

Despite the mutual understanding (at least, there was an assumption of such), Wan Ji noted that the lack of his son’s presence did bear some weight on Zhuang Jie — and when Wan Ji looked back up at him from her own drink, she saw the concern in his eyes as he regarded her.

“Does it bother you?” He asked, his tone genuine.

“What?” Wan Ji’s tails fluffed up a bit in surprise, and she quickly raised a hand in frantic reassurance. “Oh no, no, not at all! I just wanted to make sure I didn’t say or…assume anything…insensitive…” she explained, self-consciousness starting to grip her — but Zhuang Jie’s expression softened quickly, and he chuckled. She couldn’t help but hear Macaque at that moment.

“Don’t worry about that, I appreciate it. I don’t think there’s any easy way to put it. We both were dead, and…now we’re not. But we’re not going anywhere.” He said gently, and Wan Ji saw his eyes leave hers, gaze deepening at the purple training mat in front of them. “Not again.”

Wan Ji was still a little bit in wonder about this whole thing. Macaque having a father and stepparent who came back from the dead, sure, that was incredible and complicated…she wasn’t sure what to expect at first. But now she was seeing how this man was capable of such pure paternal warmth, in words and action. Even more so that it was currently directed at her. She was pretty sure he had genuinely smiled at her more in this one conversation than her father had in years. She…wasn’t really sure how she felt about that, honestly, so she was trying not to dwell on it. Besides, that didn’t matter right now.

“I am so sorry that you went through that, Zhuang.” Wan Ji spoke empathetically, welling up a bit when thinking of this sorrowful subject she’d been learning more about piece by piece over the last few weeks. “I can’t even imagine what it must’ve been like.”

“It’s alright. And please — don’t try to.” He said, looking back at her with reassurance. “I don’t want to overwhelm you with this topic if it’s uncomfortable to hear about. But don’t worry about offending me — I’m too old for that now.” He said with a joking smirk, and Wan Ji let out a snort.

“Point is, if you have any other questions, I’m fine to answer them, kiddo.”

“…You and Changbiyuan?” She questioned. Surprisingly, Zhuang Jie nodded without hesitation.“Of course. They’d like that, actually.” He stated plainly, and Wan Ji felt taken aback.

“Really?” She couldn’t help but say aloud, and she quickly felt herself regret it, her face warming in embarrassment when Zhuang Jie raised a brow at her questioningly.

“Sorry! It’s just, Macaque told me a little about…” She paused when feeling that same sinking in her gut, that same chill running over her…the memories of that demon.

“...What happened to them.” Zhuang Jie listened patiently as she took a moment to get her words together. “I guess I figured that asking them about it directly would possibly be…triggering for them.” She finished, nervously glancing up to see Zhuang Jie’s reaction. He was nodding contemplatively, unangered.

“That’s a fair assumption to make. When it comes to certain…details, you’re not wrong.” He clarified gravely, taking a moment before smiling lightly at the younger woman.

“But here’s the thing about Changbiyuan — you don’t know them well yet, but once you do, they’re an open book. Sometimes too much of one.” He said, and Wan Ji smiled back at him. It was sweet, hearing him talk about Changbiyuan. About Macaque, too, and seeing this…trust he was placing in her, a woman he basically just met. She briefly wondered just what she was missing.

“They definitely have many horrible memories, we both do. But they cherish the good ones with all of their heart, and want them to be known. If you want to ask them about their family…I think will make them really happy. Especially in this case. You’re someone we both hope to be close to.”

[lyrenminth]

Completely natural JH

Summary: you got your period, and you were ashamed, but Justin was there to comfort you. 

You woke up, stretching your body like a lazy cat. Justin was still sleeping, looking all innocent that made your heart ache in tenderness. When you move the sheets, you felt it between your legs. You raised the sheets slowly, praying to find them clean, but the red stain in your pijamas and bed were so clear like a murder scene.

You closed your eyes, panic running through your system. This has never happened before! You should have checked your calendar! What an idiot! 

This was Justin's bed, and you knew who clean he was .You tried to make the less sound possible, but Justin opened his eyes when you were about to leave the bed. You quickly covered yourself again, smiling in pain. The cramps were getting stronger too.

"What?" he asked, sleepy. 

"Nothing, babe. Go back to sleep" you tried to play it cool but your nervous tone wasn't cooperating.

"Are you ok?" his genuine concern made you feel worse. How did you explain to him without dying from embarrassment? Yeah, periods were natural, but bleeding your boyfriend’s sheets was unexpected.

"Uh, I actually not" you said, feeling your face burn.

"What happened?" You gave him a shacky smile. "I just got my period, babe and... I-I stained the sheets, and I'm sorry I'll clean them"

He frowned, and sat on the bed. "Are you having cramps?"

"Yes, but I can deal with it" you said, refusing to look at him. "I'm sorry I’ll clean them”

"Don't apologize, it's natural. I don't care, it's just blood" he explained, looking at you. "You should take a shower while I put the sheets to wash" his attention made your eyes watery.

 "I'm a little bit ashamed" you confessed, crying.

"Honey, I don't care. I truly don't, it's not your fault, those things happen, it's a completely natural process" he said, his hand touching your face, he was sincere "Let me help you, ok?" you nodded. He stood up, and help you to do so. "Go to get a shower, I will take these" His face was blank when he saw the stains, like it was nothing. He removed the sheets and folded them, then put them in the laundry basket. You have to hide your face from embarrassment. You were grateful he wasn't making a fuss about it. “Go, and take a shower so I can help your with your clothes too”

“Justin it is not necessary” you said, wiping your tears.

“I don’t mind” he said, smiling warmly at you. “I didn’t have sisters but I have a mom”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Maybe you were worrying a little too much. He wasn’t mad nor shocked. Of course, he was an adult. 

“Do you take any medication for the pain?” he continued. 

“No, I have a heating pad” you stared at each other for a moment. “Thank you, seriously” you stated. 

He flustered, and looked away. “Um...” he cleared his throat “Should I carry you into the shower or what?”

“No” you hurried up, grabbing your things and getting into the bathroom. While you were showering, you hear a knock on the door and the door being open.

“Where do you put your heating pad, love?” you heard him ask “I’ll take your clothes too”

“In the last drawer, it is like a purple bag” you answered, raising your voice. “It is an electric heating pad”

“Got it”

“Thank you” you cried.

You entered the room, feeling refreshed. Justin wasn’t around, so you changed your clothes into comfy pijamas. The bed was unmade, so you put new sheets. Justin appear holding a cup of tea.

"Do you want to lie down?" he asked.

"I want to rest in the living room" you said, taking the cup. "Chamomile, thank you" you got closer to him, stood on your tiptoes to reach his lips but it wasn't enough, so he leaned his head a little bit, and you caught his lips, kissing him slowly, your tongue playing with his for a second. His hands went to your waist, helping your balance. You broke the kiss first, worried you may spill the tea. "You're the sweetest, baby" his eyes glistened in appreciation. "Can you stay with me and watch home renovations?"

He snorted. "If I come to the house and there's is a hole in the wall again..." he started, but you shut him with a peck. Yeah, when you watched home renovations you got all inspired, so renovating the private living room seemed like a good idea back then.

"It is for the art, the change!"

"Yes, when you finish the project" he replied, taking your hand. “Lets go”

You followed him, happily enjoying his attentions. 

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Day 12 - Prompt: Delight @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 551 words

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Pandora lifted her chin and looked away. “Well, I guess I was wrong then.”

Unease settled into Lily’s chest with her patronising tone. It was the same one that her sister used when she let loose another passive-aggressive retort. The sort that fractured their relationship a little more each day, but that Petunia seemed to take great delight in.

“I assumed that it was the same for you, but I see that it’s not. That’s…fine,” she said, her shoulders and her defiance dropping at the end. “I can be impatient about what I really want.”

Lily wasn't sure how to respond to that admission. It was true. Pandora had jumped to conclusions a little too quickly. They really were still strangers, after all. However, she had a point too.

“Your faith in the universe is clearly stronger than mine, that’s all.” Lily relaxed her stance and tucked her hands behind her back. “I can be a bit cynical about things that I don’t understand.”

Pandora’s lips twitched, but she didn’t give in to a smile. “The universe has little to do with it, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

A loud grunt and a shove knocked Lily sideways. When she looked up from where she hit the ground, the brawny man had already moved on, forcing his way through the crowd. Lily sighed as she accepted another stranger’s hand to help her regain her feet.

Well, we are standing in the way.

She stepped to the side and started to say, “Not to worry, I’m fine,” when she realised that Pandora was gone. She searched the crowd around her, but the woman was nowhere to be found. “Pandora?”

A scuffle behind her caught her attention and when she saw the brawny man turn back, she braced herself for another shove. Instead, her mouth fell open in shock as she watched Pandora lead the man through the crowd by his ear.

“You will apologise, do you understand me? And it better be genuine, or—”

The man cringed, then faced Lily with a pained expression. “I’m sorry for the knock about, merch fach.”

“Oh, this isn’t necessar—”

“Try again, without the sarcasm,” Pandora demanded. “She could have been trampled, connarde. And if you had hurt her, I promise you, I wouldn’t have aimed for your kneecap.”

“My apologies. It won’t happen again, it won’t,” the man corrected, eyeing Pandora warily.

Lily nodded, unsure of what to say. As the man walked away, she noted the prominent limp that he definitely didn’t have when he charged into her a few minutes ago.

“There, now that he’s sorted, where were we?”

“Pandora? How did you…he’s so much bigger?” Lily asked. She couldn’t fathom how the petite woman had overpowered a man several times her size.

She shrugged as she followed Lily’s gaze to the man in question. “Practice. My brother can be a real prick when he’s on one and I keep him in line. The key is to knock him down a peg first.”

“You’re joking.”

“Oh no, I’m stronger than I look and I really would have kicked him in the bollocks if—”

Lily fought back a laugh and failed. “I believe you! You are a complete menace, and it’s honestly impressive.”

“Really? You think I’m impressive?” Pandora’s face lit up as she shifted from foot to foot.

“I do.”

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Rejecting their kisses prank

characters included- katsuki bakugo and izuku midoriya

My hero academia.

warnings: none but slight angst to comfort in midoriyas if you squint a lil. (If you feel there needs to be a warning i should share with everyone reading this, please do tell me. Id really appreciate it, thank you !) <33

katsuki bakugo: it was a long, tough day for katsuki, and all he wanted to do was freshen up and steal a kiss from you to lighten up his day. Which always does, however…. you had different, and well — the literal opposite objective in mind.

-katsuki unlocks the door, slipping off his shoes with a tired but now relaxed face at the sight of you. He drags his exhausted body to the back of you. “Kats?” You assume by the large hands resting on your waist. he gives a soft grunt in response. “m’ been missin you. All day sweetheart.” he whispers into your ear once lowering his head onto your shoulder, the not often lit used pet name making you so clearly flustered .“that’s awfully… sweet of you, are u sure you’re bakugo?” You giggle. he, (not that you can see) rolls his eyes and gives a huff that’s supposed to signify his annoyance at your little comment towards him. but nonetheless, he still spun you around to face him directly and reached in for a meant to be soft kiss, but his expression quickly changed to a confused, annoyed one when you quickly backed away from him. “maybe later?” you suggested, with a slight smile to make him think it’s genuine. And also to reflect back on his hilarious reaction. (Or at least what you want his reaction to be like). he, instead furrows his brows together in thought for a moment, still shocked by your act that shouldn’t hurt him that badly…. but it did. not only that, it pissed him off. “what the fuck is up with you? did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” He badgered you with his painful to hear questions. Despite his reaction, you decided to keep on with your non-funny act and looked away from him slowly. “im just.. um.. tired. you know?” you answer quietly, purposefully fidgeting with your hands. he stands still before gripping onto your right hand, both of his big, scarred hands clearly shaking in your hold. “im.. fuck- sorry if i did something wrong… please ill fix it..” he swears, almost… promising with a obviously worried tone. His reaction was enough, and seeing him so clearly anxious, you reluctantly ended the harsh prank. “im just kidding Kats! You didn’t do anything wrong, promise.” you reach in for a kiss but instead of him just giving in, he backs away from you. “Maybe later?” He suggests. ….(Needless to say, it took a whole lot of sorrowful apologies and begging to make him finally forgive you).

Izuku midoriya: recently he has been having painful nightmares and thoughts about how he was treated back then when he was quirkless. Memories flashed through his head as tears started to flow in his pretty eyes. so he came back home, hoping you can make his day better like you always have. However, you couldn’t have chosen a worse day to prank him.

he shuffled around his pocket, looking for his keys with reddish-pink blotches on his face from crying not so long ago. shivering from the cold, he finally found his keys and opened the door to your lovely, shared home. he (unusually) walked past you and went straight to the bathroom to clear his thoughts. After some time, he came out unsuccessful and mumbling his incoherent thoughts. he took a seat next to you by the fireplace and leaned his head on your forearm, pressing his body weight against your figure. “hi izu.” you said after a short moment of complete silence, “mm… ive been having the worst day babes.” izuku replies with a slight frown plastered on his once happy face. you sigh, debating whether or not you should continue with the prank, considering he’s already had a rough day, but you decided to continue it, plus it’s been a while since you pranked him. “is there anything i can do to make your day better?” you question aloud. izuku nods his head subtly and raises his head to yours, cupping your cheek and turning his head to the side ever so slightly. “yeah.. yeah there is.” he reacts, drawing his soft lips to connect with yours. you jump a little and widen your eyes, “wait I hear my phone going off! hold on!” you say with panic in your voice. his expression saddens more “i don’t hear anything?” He states. “well i do so wait” you counter, a little harsher than intended. you get up and run to the other room, not aware of the fact you left your phone right where you were sitting. No call, izuku noted instantly. his mind floods with negative thoughts, is there something wrong with him? Are you scared of kissing him? are you perhaps falling out of love with him? he abruptly gets up and treads to the bathroom, locking the door behind him he sits on the bathroom floor, clutching his head, pulling his knees up to his now sweating, muscular chest. sobs fall out of his mouth, the exact mouth he now thinks there’s something wrong with. When you finally returned to the fireplace, trying to make a excuse you noticed the spot izuku was in was empty and your phone on the spot you were once sitting in, that you ran out of after izuku initiated his supposed to be kiss with you. your heart drops and you walk around the house calling his name. “Izu? Izuuuu! Babes, where the hell are you??” You yell out multiple times until you hear a click and a screech from a door opening. you see izuku, your now upset boyfriend with a red wet face, puffy eyes, and tear stains on his shirt, this happened because of you. You’re the main reason he’s so — conflicted. “why did you back away? Am i really that.. inferior and not good enough - for you?” He asks, looking directly at you. You take a few steps towards his body, “I’m sorry izuku. It was a extremely stupid prank, a really dumb one. Seriously. I should’ve known not to play this kind of prank on you, especially when you were already sad.” you finally answer to his concerned and far from true thoughts. you look up at him, holding your arms out, not expecting him to hug you back but still trying regardless. he hesitated before returning the hug, tightly squeezing onto you — as if he was afraid of loosing you. “..don’t think I’m forgiving you this easily, just so you know you’re really gonna have to beg for my forgiveness.” He says in a bitter tone, before adding on -“and mercy.”

[willowfolksong]

i think labyrinth suits baji, especially if the reader and baji are enemies

“uh oh, i'm falling in love” part is when theyre both catching feelings for each other but theyre both denying it to themselves because that's just ridiculous as they thought

“oh no, i'm falling in love” the part they realize that they really are in love with one another, but theyre hiding and still denying it but you can sense the pining

“oh, i'm falling in love” is the part where they just give in to their feelings😭😭

SO SORRY I RANTED TOO MUCH 😭😭 i jst had this thought and needed to share it after seeing the lavender haze fic

falling in love, again

Keisuke Baji x Reader

a/n: thank you for your kind words, anon. I wish you could see this. your ask inspired this fic, so thank you so much 🫶🏻. hope you can enjoy it ✨

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

You didn't even liked him to begin with.

He was scary, loud, and incredibly disrespectful for no apparent reason.

He drops the book on the table and you recoil, anger simmering in your downcast eyes.

'This will only be for a month. Only a month and nothing else', you think to yourself, taking a deep breath and wondering why you said no when you were offered the possibility to move to a more advanced classroom, thanks to your notes.

You wouldn't have to deal with Keisuke Baji then.

"This book is crap and ain't no way I'm gonna read it"

"You have to" you say through gritted teeth "Or you'll fail this subject"

You're not even looking at him, but you know he's shrugging without a care in the world "As if I care"

"Aren't you one year behind already?" you ask him in a mocking tone. You really don't know where you got the courage from, because Keisuke Baji is definitely a guy no one wants to mess with "Do you want to be repeating again?"

He places both hands on the table and leans down, hovering over you like a panther about to jump on its prey.

"You little shit"

"Fine by me, you know?" you finish, and your voice is only a whisper now but you still get up, pick your bag and start walking towards the classroom's door. Never mind your shaking hands "It's not my problem anyway"

He calls your name when you're about to leave, and you only stop because you're genuinely surprised that he knows it.

"Fine, just ..." he sighs, shoulders sagging. Then he points to the book with an angry scoff "Let's just get this thing over"

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

It was going to be just one month, one month to get your teacher out of your back. He was supposed to be your good deal of the year. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" he yells, and you quickly silence him by placing a hand over his mouth. His smile tickles your fingers.

"Be quiet!"

"You mean I could've just read the manga version, instead of the whole ass book?"

"No, reading the book is important for the test" you tell him, rolling your eyes. But then he's making a grabbing motion with his hands that actually makes him look like a toddler reaching for his parents, and you have to laugh and hand the manga to him "But I thought you would appreciate seeing the story like this as well"

"Oh, I appreciate it alright" he yells, grimacing when you scold him again, and actually making a quick bowing motion when he turns around to find the librarian glaring daggers at him from the front desk "Yeah, yeah, sorry. I'll keep my mouth shut"

"Good" you nod, grabing your books "I'll leave you to it then"

It's only two days before the test, and you want to do some studying alone in your bedroom, wich translates into frantically pacing back and forth and reading stuff out loud, but he really doesn't need to know that)

He calls your name when you're about to go out the door, and this time, it is you who apologizes to the librarian, who looks absolutely done with the two of you.

"Thanks for this" he smiles, and it's a sharp smile with a hint of fangs that has you blushing and praying he's too far away to notice how quickly the colour spreads from your cheeks to your neck "You ended up being way cooler than what I thought"

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

You were just meant to be the surprisingly cool nerd girl that helps him get a good grade, pass the subject, and then just becomes someone he casually smiles when he bumps you on the hallways.

"Why are you smiling?" he asks, and you smile grows even bigger.

"How do you know I'm smiling? Your eyes are closed"

He shrugs, and you snuggle even closer under the blankets "I just know it"

"How?"

"I just do. I have a super power"

"You're a dork, that's what you are"

At that he smiles as well, and he even opens one eye to look down at you, with your head on his chest.

"Yeah well, but I'm your dork"

"I guess that is true"

"You chose me, so no backtracking now"

"Wouldn't dream of it" you laugh.

"Yeah, well. Because you wouldn't be getting rid of me that easily anyway"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're totally stuck with me"

"Oh, I didn't knew you loved me that much" you say in a singsong voice, attempting to make a joke that clearly falls flat when Baji goes silent, and you have to actually look back up to see if he suddenly didn't just fell asleep.

"I mean" he starts, licking his lower lip in that nervous way that reminds you to your first kiss "I do love you"

One second passes.

Then two.

Then you're sitting down slowly and looking at him in bewilderment.

"I was just joking" you tell him, watching him immediately go from relaxed to surprised, then to defensive.

"Well, I'm not. You have a problem with that or what?"

Your mouth falls even more open, if possible.

"Ahm..."

"I love you and you're just gonna have to deal with that" he finishes, and then gets up in a flurry of blankets, and you just stay still and watch him quietly apologize to your cat for scaring her half to death on his way to angrily put his shirt back on and make a beeline straight for your window. The one he climbs almost every night when you're absolutely sure that your parents are sleeping already.

You only really realize he just confessed his love to you and immediately took off when you hear him start his motorcycle, and then you're running to the window he left carelessly open to shout his name, your parents be damned.

"I love you too!" you yell "So much!"

He flashes you that signature smile that you first saw that faithful afternoon at the library, and then disappears into the night.

You get scolded and grounded the next morning, but you still think it was totally worth it to see his blush right before he put his helmet on.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

Because now... now you're going to have to spend your whole life getting over him.

You don't go to the funeral. Chifuyu tells you everyone was there. That his mother cried a lot. That a couple of them asked about you. You're only half listening.

Only when he places a hand on your shoulder you look up, to his stormy eyes that must look exactly like yours.

'Breathe in, breathe through. Breathe deep, breathe out'

The box with some of his stuff that his mother sent you stays under your bed until you move out of your parents apartment. You take it with you, because your chest still hurts even then, eight years later.

All because you fell in love.

In the great labyrinth of things that life is, you wonder if it was always meant to be like that.

...

It's the beginning of the year and you say yes when your teacher asks you about changing classrooms. You're going to miss studying with your friends, but you can still see them at lunch.

It's for the better. This is what's supposed to happen.

You graduate with flying colors. You go to college. The love you feel for the kitty you found starving on a side of the road and that has now become the queen of your bedroom and hogger of all your pillows, compels you to study veterinary science.

Life is good. Everything's like it's supposed to be.

Until one of your teachers asks you a tiny favour.

"You have to" you say, and the guy has the nerve to look all smug. As if he wasn't failing the class "It's the only way you're going to pass"

"Look, you don't have to be a little shit about it" he tells you, and you suddenly want to pick up the book he carelessly dropped on the table and smack him on the head with it "I know what I have to do. I don't need any bossy girl that thinks she's way cooler than she is telling me what to do"

"Okay fine! Whatever! Just do whatever the hell you want!" you yell, because you're 22, running low on caffeine and with a roommate that is going through the worst breakup ever, so you've been staying up all night doing your part in consoling her.

You don't have enough energy for this.

You're almost at the door when you hear him call your name, and a wave of emotions that surges seemingly out of nowhere threatens to topple you over, so you hold onto the door frame before slowly turning to look back at him.

He has apparently opened the book, and it's looking at whatever page he landed in with a furrowed brow.

"Fine" he relents, taking a quick look at you before closing the book back with a little more force than necessary, and plopping down on his chair "Let's just get this over with"

And you have a feeling, right in that moment, that this is exactly how things are supposed to happen.

This work belongs to my Midnights: Sleepless stories 🕰️ collection, a series of reader insert fics based on the album Midnight, by Taylor Swift, with characters from Haikyuu, Tokyo Revengers and Blue Lock. ✨

You can still send an ask if there's any character you would like to see in any particular song ✨

Last: lavender haze

[shittingtears]

Hesitant

Chamber/Yoru x reader

hcs + drabbles

First request woohoo! Hope you enjoy 🥰

Chamber

• He finds it really cute.

• Noticed how you start to back away and look apologetic whenever you make contact with him.

• At first was not prepared when you held onto him, your hands were pretty darn cold.

• Ever since then he'd always hold back.

• Hand touches his? Would wrap his around yours.

• Sees you looking extra cold? Immediately goes in to wrap an arm around you.

• Never misses to say something flirty while he holds you.

• "Mon amour, you look wonderful today."

• Genuinely appreciates your touch, it's his motivation.

• Whenever he sees you hesitate he will bring you in and reassure you that it's fine.

• Buys you gloves but he knows that won't be enough to keep you warm.

----

Today was extra chilly, so you were extra cold.

You hid yourself in the comfort of your room, under a blanket in hopes of warming up.

2 mugs of hot tea was only enough to keep you semi warm for a couple of minutes until that chill came right back at you again.

You felt miserable and was about to accept the fact that you're just going to remain cold the whole time, until you heard a knock on your door.

You got up, blanket still draped on your shoulders.

The cold air coming in as you opened the door made you shiver while goosebumps crawled up your arm.

When your eyes met his you were about to jump right on him and thank him for stopping by, but you stopped yourself.

"Vincent, what brings you here?" You asked, slightly rubbing your hand against your arm for some heat.

He quickly caught on the issue.

"Mon chèri, we talked about this." He pulled you back in your room and laid you down, tucking you back in your bed.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just didn't want to bother you." You frowned, pulling the blanket to your chin.

"I will never be bothered by you, love." He brushed his hand against your hair.

"Wait here, I'll get you a new cup." He said, not before kissing your forehead.

You watched as he picked up the mugs on your nightstand, leaving the room and coming back in with a fresh new mug of tea.

He takes off his tie before slipping under the covers with you, holding your body against his.

"Thank you."

"Any time."

----

Yoru

• Heart definitely went "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" but face remained calm, minus the slight blush on his cheeks.

• At first he didn't know what to do, so he did what he shouldn't have;

• Say some snarky comment.

• Because of that you always were hesitant around him.

• Felt really bad when you backed away, so as an apology he grabs your hand back and squeezes.

• Looks at you, then looks away to tuck his red cheeks under his collar.

• Will not say anything but will bring you closer.

• He too finds it very cute.

----

You were walking down the hallway with Yoru.

He was talking about something, but you were too lost in your own thoughts.

'It's so cold... Should I hold his hand? No, what if he thinks I'm weird? Nevermind, I can handle it.'

Temptation gets the best of you and you slightly brush your hand against his, immediately regretting your actions.

"How are you cold? It's not even cold out." He said unintentionally harsh.

"Sorry." You took a step back to make some space between you two, feeling that a boundary was overstepped.

His heart hurt seeing you frown like that, immediately realizing that his tone and choice of wording was too harsh.

He stepped back so you were next to him again, without a word he held your hand and tugged you closer to him.

He gave you a look that said "I'm sorry." before looking the other direction and tucking his face under his collar.

That didn't go unnoticed by you.

[larcenywrites]

Sorry if you don't accept requests, but I just feel like I can't stand without it. In my entire life, my parents never praised me or said pleasant words to me, and today, it seems, literally every person tried to notice something bad in me, in my appearance. I just want to read something about Tony who praises his girlfriend not sexually. It seems to me that an adult Tony would be an absolute lover of praising and supporting her. Either way, I apologize for my confusing request. Just throw it out if I seemed rude or something like that, I didn't mean to inconvenience. And I wanted to add so that you know that your works makes me feel alive. Thank you for what you write and how competently and harmoniously it comes out. I re-read your works day in and day out and enjoy more and more...

Oh, dear, of course! I'm sorry you've been let down, and hope you can find the happiness and comfort you deserve! I wanted to get this out for you as soon as I saw it in the hope this little drabble can at least help your day or night feel a bit better ❤

Those inquisitive eyes were always watching, always thinking. Always distracted but always drawn. It wasn't so intimidating, to always be under that stare, because every time it looked at you, love followed. 

"How do you do it?" Affectionate awe in the form of a genuine question breaks the silence of the room. You roll over to look at him, head on his stomach and arm over his hips. He smiles wide with your attention on him, or at the confusion he's put in your eyes. You can't help but mimic it. "Do what?" 

He barely shrugs a shoulder, with a hum of a I don't know. "Lots of things," he replies as if that gives you any more clarity. You raise a brow, but his warmth tells you enough. You never quite get a proper answer, but this spontaneity was familiar enough that you didn't need to. And it never failed to make you smile.

You walk into the room and he finds something to say.

"You look cute today," he mumbles into a coffee mug, eyes always managing to find you as soon as you walk in. 

"I've had this on since yesterday," you laugh, in the same stolen button-up and cotton shorts that you slept next to him in last night. He puts down the cup, straight-faced and glancing you over. 

"Oh, that's right," he sings, finger pointing up as if he's just had a revelation. "You're just always cute." You chuckle and shake your head at the goofy grin looking up at you, shining more with your reaction. 

You don't let him know when you've taken care of the growing stack of papers on his table, but you never get away with it for long.

"You're a lifesaver," he cheers, finding you on the couch and taking your cheeks in his hands. You barely have time to register before he's bending down, and his lips are on yours with one hard press that lasts for only a second. 

"I just noticed it was piling up," you brushed it off, a bit dazed but giggling at the overly gracious pecks to your face. He was always good at showing his appreciation, so to speak. 

"No, really," he continues, standing back up, but not without one more to the top of your head. "Thank you for doing that." This time that smile is apologetic, tired eyes filled with gratefulness. 

When he catches you working around the house, and always doing a few things at once, he can't help but come bother you with his affectionate antics.

 The arm wrapping around you from behind startles you, so focused on the vegetables in the pan that you didn't hear him coming. "You always do too much." An arm reaches around you, fork in hand, to steal a piece. 

"Maybe because you're eating it before it's even done," you laugh sarcastically, elbowing the body behind you. The arm around you gets tighter and pulls you in, and another fleeting kiss is placed on your cheek.

"I just mean in general," he replies with an almost dreamy upturn in his tone. You turn to look over your shoulder, but he's already sneaking away.

As if that wasn't enough, you're holding a reddening rag to his shoulder. He's sure he'll never say enough to make up for that one.

He splashes his face with the warm water in the tub and runs it through his hair. You get a little wet, but you don't mind. "What would I do without you?" He nervously laughs, turning to look at you next to him. This time you aren't laughing. "I try not to think about it," you whisper back instead. That fake smile fades, but you get the message. "Me neither." 

He turns away again with a meek "thanks." 

Words could be hard. He wasn't always so straightforward. But with a certain laugh and a certain smile, he had to let you know.

He's lying on his stomach, cheek resting on his crossed arms. "You're always so perfect," he seems to say out of nowhere. You don't turn to him, still on your phone, but you still grin at his comment.

"I don't know about that," you trail off. 

"No, I mean, for me," he quickly bounces back. At that, you look over, being met with a soft smile and loving eyes. He hates that you don't seem to think so. He tells you again, just in case. "You don't have to be perfect to be perfect."

It doesn't matter how many times you do it or don't do it. Or how many times he says it or goes without saying it. Tired eyes always open to watch you crawl under the covers, arms will always hold you dear. He'll always find something to say, to make sure you know.

"How do you do it?" The question is familiar, far too vast, yet asked so simply. Maybe it is simple. Just a culminated comment on all the things you do that make him fall for you more. You have all your answers when you look up at him. 

[assumeatsumu]

「⌕」 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨

「thesis」 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘯𝘳𝘪, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴.

「pairings」 𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

「warnings」 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵

"Anari!"

Anari looks back to see who was calling her name disguised as an obnoxious whisper. She could hear the whisper above the forks striking plates and cellos and violins plucking their lyrical stings. Your hearing tends to be more sharper than usual when you had to watch over three despicable, younger brothers.

Her attention was drawn to Tamura, the receptionist who had rolled the waitlist into a microphone. Having captured her friend's attention, as well as that of a couple of her customers, Tamura gestured for Anari to come to her.

"What?" Anari asked, "I'm kinda busy."

"I've just been told that we have to remove that lady over there by the manager," she says.

Her head nods subtly in your direction. A floral Maxi embraces your body perfectly and reveals your right knee jumping nervously through its open slit. The chair in front of you, unchanged, has a cold essence with no ass to thaw it, so it remains tucked under the drooping, red tablecloth, relying on it to make up for its absent warmth.

You gazed at the puddles lining the street outside your window. When the wheels of Chevys disturbed the restful pools and faces belonging to blonde hair walked by, your eyes follow them with hope-injected stares.

It was a situation Anari recognized quickly.

"He said that her time is up, especially since she's not eating."

Being a waitress means doing this, which Anri hates. Following a three-month renovation, Bones reopened to frantic reservations from hungry customers. She forgot how escorting stood-up customers would also come with the job and this would be her first refresher.

She looks back at Tamura who just shrugs with apathy before a liar's smile spreads across Anari's face as she hugs her tray close to her chest and finally approaches you, going over her speech inside of her head.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm so glad you chose our establishment for dinner, but, your reservation has timed out so I must kick you out so we can get ready for our next client's arrival."

And hopefully, you'll come back with someone.

But Anari doesn't add that.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I understand," you began to push out of your seat and straighten your dress.

Her eyes are drawn to you once again, the soft sandy light surrounds your body in a halo and you glow in a glorious golden veil.

The anger she felt towards you stemmed from the fact that your boyfriend, girlfriend, or whoever didn't take the time to appreciate your beauty.

"I'm sorry," a more genuine apology is offered by Anri this time. There was a doubt in her mind whether she did it out of protocol or out of sympathy for you.

"It's okay," you say, assuring her of the truth.

Despite knowing your way out, she leads you to the front entrance. When the rain began to fall, you popped open your umbrella as she spoke to you one final time, "we look forward to dining with you again."

Nodding, you stepped outside and into the wet night.

The frown on Anari's face persists as she walks back to Tamura. "That was awful."

Suddenly, the door burst open accompanied by a violent jingle from the jingle bells mounted at the top of the door, meant for alerting the staff of arriving customers.

Crashing into Tamura's post with a loud thud would have also attracted everyone's attention, if that wasn't enough.

His hair was dripping wet and water was running down off his shoulders, wetting the papers on Tamura's podium that had been rearranged. Despite his open blazer's coverage, his wet white shirt clung to his body and exposed his toned skin and muscular torso.

He was pumping more air into his lungs with every rise and fall of his chest and Anri tried her best to ignore the sight of his imposing chest. He was breathing as if he had just completed a cross-country trip at 24mph non-stop.

The man speaks with a slight pause. "My name is Miya Atsumu," he says, "I booked a table here in a month advance."

Tamura, still shocked, glances at Anari briefly to see if she exhibited the same shock before taking a look at her waitlist and the ones that had scattered across the ground.

"U-um, Miya Atsumu?" She questioned to get confirmation.

In a choked voice, Atsumu replied, "that is correct."

He was leaning against the podium, one hand on his knees and the other gripping the platform.

"Um," the name of Atsumu appears, mixed in among the chaos, within record time, "I apologize, but your time was up a few minutes ago."

"Fuck," he breathes, now both hands on his knees.

"Did you two ladies see a girl, about yay high," he gestures, raising his hand slightly under his chin, "um, she has a pair of beautiful eyes and um, pretty thick (h/c) curls — you can't actually miss her, she captivates light and looks pretty everywhere goes."

While Tamura stammer with a response, Anari immediately recants the glowing woman who'd looked like she was bathing in heaven's light when she just really was standing in yellow ones, "she just left right after you showed up."

"What direction?"

Anari directs him to the right where she could still see in the foggy distance a pair of legs, peeking through your umbrella as you began to fade away from the establishment.

"Thank you!"

It is already halfway down the street when the man rushes out to catch up with you.

Tamura stares at Anari in amazement and gawks, "how did you get that? Anyone here could've fit that description."

Anari shrugged her shoulders, eyes never lifting from Atsumu's running figure, "she did look very beautiful."

Anari's sharp listening for once overlooks Tamura's comment about the mess on her podium as her gaze fixates on Atsumu, whose hands are flailing everywhere after he'd caught up to you, attempting to explain his reason for being late.

Maybe he was using the cliches. Perhaps he was talking about how he climbed thin branches to free a cat stuck in a tree but fell on his ass and broke his phone as he did so.

Or possibly a woman went into labor on his way here and he had to deliver the baby.

Or maybe he just got distracted by office work and the time slipped away.

Whichever it was, it still granted a kiss on his cheek.

Anari still remembers the time when she was in the same situation as you, looking out the window with hope-filled eyes that trailed every chevy and blonde that passed by, and then crying outside the entrance after hope had left.

Her resentment for him grew with every apology and explanation that bubbled from his mouth, with every A.S.A.P Milieu song that vibrated her cellphone every day, with every stray red petal from roses she clobbered on her doorstep.

But theres a little faith that grows inside her heart as you two walk away hand in hand, and she thinks that maybe they deserve a second chance.

[deejadabbles]

Just a Foxy lil snippet

So, this will be part of a larger Commander Fox x Reader fic I've been plotting out. It will be a slow burn story, but this one particular scene from later in the series would not leave me alone! Figured I'd write it, and post it for you guys to enjoy (and also test engagement, see if anyone's interested).

Warnings for: cursing and suggestive themes (tis spicy themed) Minors DNI!!

Tag list: @blueink-bluesoul

Fox was glad that, for once, he was rested enough to wake up before you. He also loved that he was in your bed this time, not curled up on your couch like a stray loth cat. Both circumstances allowed for this, allowed him the most stunning view he had ever seen. Your face was so peaceful, a kind of relaxed he had never quite seen on you before. Usually, your expression was that cool, blank slate that was required of your position. ...Or it was twisted into something terrifying because he pissed you off again.

There was a third of course, that subtle, delicate, yet somehow devastatingly beautiful smile you gave him when it was just the two of you (and he managed not to be an ass). He loved- adored that smile, but, there was something special about this, something innocently genuine and vulnerable that he wanted to appreciate. Something he wanted to hold forever.

Your lips were parted just a bit, and it was all he could do not to lean in and kiss you. Kiss you like he had the night before. Kiss you like you were the only thing he had ever thought about wanting.

Unfortunately, the spell was broken when a musical chime sounded from your bedside unit.

Kriff, even your alarm was beautiful and sweet. You stirred instantly. Reaching over and pressing the silent button, before rolling back towards him and lifting your eyelids in a flutter.

Then you smiled at him. And Fox felt himself come undone in a whole new way than the night before.

"Good morning," you whispered, and your hand found it's way to his cheek.

He sighed and melted into the touch, closing his eyes and mumbling his own greeting. Despite the loving moment, Fox couldn't help but to feel you were both on a timer now, the real world crawling up to the door to knock and ruin his perfect paradise.

He had fully intended to savor every second that remained like they were his last, until he heard you sigh.

"I should have set my alarm for earlier, so we could lay like this awhile longer."

"We have time," he mumbled, selfishly moving his body closer to yours, his skin aching to feel you again.

"I don't set my alarm with lounging time in mind," your voice was smaller than usual, and he saw the way you didn't meet his eyes, even when you lifted your head and kissed him.

It was almost ridiculous how instantly his body came alive for you. His hands started scrambling to tangle in your hair, but you were already pulling away. He grumbled when you muttered another apology, shifting towards the edge of the bed and away from him.

"I'm sorry, Fox, but there's a lot of work to do today," you said, tone more firm now as you slipped out of his reach and rose from the sheets.

Something with claws started kneading inside his chest. It was actually painful to watched you grab the dressing robe from the nightstand and cover your gorgeous body with it. He wanted to grab your wrist and drag you back to bed, sink his teeth and cock into you so hard and lovingly that you'd forget anything or anyone outside this room even existed.

But you had your own life to attend to, your own duties and responsibilities. He had to remind himself that they were duties and responsibilities that you had chosen. You worked for the Senator because you wanted to, not because it was forced upon you. Because you loved Amidala and believed in her goals. You were passionate and dedicated to your work by more than forced obligation, unlike him.

And, no matter how possessive he was of you, he had to respect that.

Respecting that was the least he owed you, after all you'd given him.

So, despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to tear that robe off of you like the lead of a cheesy romance holo, he settled for reaching out and pulling your wrist to his lips, kissing the delicate skin there. He could feel your pulse quicken under his lips, and wondered if your own fantasies were stirring at the sight of him, naked under your sheets.

"I'm gonna have to learn to share you with Amidala, aren't I?" The question was rhetorical of course, and the bemused smirk you gave him said that you knew it was. He was thankful for that, the last thing he wanted was for you to think he was some possessive freak, no matter how close he came to being one.

"I can't promise you all the quality time in the world," you said, blunt but not unkind, as always, "but I can at least promise to keep up the time we've already notched out for each other."

He let his heavy sigh fan over your skin, relished the way goosebumps rose on your body in answer. "I guess I can live with that," he grumbled, again having to fight the urge to pull you against him and ravish you. He wanted the galaxy to implode in on itself, so long as it left the two of you together in this moment forever.

Kriffing hell, when had he gotten so melodramatic?

When he'd met you, he supposed, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[deepseawarlock]

"Forging Bonds: Redemption and Reconciliation" || Ulysses & Maverick

Ulysses realized that he not only had to address his actions with Sirena but also with Maverick, Sirena's lover, who was unaware of the situation. Understanding the importance of transparency and honesty, he sought out Maverick to have a heartfelt conversation.

"Maverick," Ulysses began, his voice carrying a tone of sincerity and regret. "I need to talk to you about something, and I want you to know that I deeply regret my recent actions."

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "I made a terrible mistake. Out of anger and frustration, I grounded Sirena, preventing her from being with you. It was unfair and unjust, and I recognize the pain and confusion it has caused both of you."

Ulysses met Maverick's gaze, his expression filled with remorse. "I want to apologize to you, Maverick, for my thoughtless actions. Sirena's absence was a direct result of my impulsive decision, and it was never my intention to come between you both or cause you any distress."

He paused, giving Maverick an opportunity to respond or ask questions. Then, he continued with a genuine determination to make amends. "I want you to understand that I am deeply committed to making things right. Sirena means the world to me, and I should have respected her choices and her relationship with you."

Ulysses reached out, placing a hand on Maverick's shoulder, seeking to convey his sincerity. "I promise you, Maverick, that I will do everything within my power to rectify this situation and ensure that Sirena's voice is heard, both figuratively and literally. She deserves to be free and to make her own choices, including being with you."

He took a step back, allowing Maverick space to process his words. "I know that trust has been broken, and it will take time to heal. But please believe me when I say that I am truly sorry for the pain I have caused. I hope that we can find a way to move forward and rebuild the trust that has been damaged."

Ulysses stood before Maverick, hoping that his genuine remorse and commitment to making amends would be evident. He understood that it would take time for Maverick to process his words and decide how to move forward, but he was prepared to do whatever it took to repair the relationships he had inadvertently harmed.

Maverick listened attentively to Ulysses, his emotions a mix of confusion, anger, and concern for Sirena. He appreciated Ulysses' willingness to address the situation and recognized the sincerity in his words. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Maverick responded with a measured tone.

"Ulysses, I appreciate you coming to me and acknowledging your mistake. It's difficult for me to comprehend why you would take such drastic actions, but I can sense your remorse and desire to make things right," Maverick said, his voice laced with a mix of caution and concern.

He looked into Ulysses' eyes, searching for sincerity. "Sirena means everything to me, and the fact that she was grounded without my knowledge was deeply hurtful. Trust has been shaken, and I need reassurance that this type of situation won't repeat itself."

Maverick took a deep breath, composing himself before continuing. "I want to believe that you genuinely regret your actions and that you understand the importance of respecting Sirena's choices and our relationship. But rebuilding trust will require more than just words."

He crossed his arms, his gaze steady. "Ulysses, I need your commitment to open and honest communication moving forward. I need to know that decisions involving Sirena's well-being and our relationship will be made together, with her best interests at heart."

Maverick's tone softened slightly, reflecting his desire for resolution. "I care deeply for Sirena, and I want to believe that you do too. But we need to work together to ensure that she is not caught in the crossfire of our conflicts or subject to impulsive decisions that affect her happiness."

He searched Ulysses' face for a sign of understanding. "Can you promise me, Ulysses, that we will strive for transparency, respect, and collaboration moving forward? That we will put Sirena's well-being first and work together to rebuild the trust that has been damaged?"

Maverick's words conveyed his need for reassurance and his hope for a better future for Sirena and their relationship. He wanted to ensure that Ulysses understood the gravity of the situation and the importance of their collective commitment to Sirena's happiness and well-being.

After some time had passed and Maverick and Ulysses had worked on rebuilding trust and establishing a more open line of communication, Maverick felt ready to take the next step in his relationship with Sirena. He wanted to honor tradition and seek Ulysses' blessing before proposing to her.

Maverick approached Ulysses with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, knowing the significance of the conversation they were about to have. He found Ulysses in his study, engrossed in a book, and cleared his throat to get his attention.

"Ulysses, may I have a moment to speak with you?" Maverick asked, his voice steady but filled with anticipation.

Ulysses looked up from his book, sensing the seriousness in Maverick's tone. He nodded and gestured for him to continue.

Maverick took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "Ulysses, I come to you today to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage and for your blessing. Sirena means the world to me, and I cannot imagine my life without her. I want to spend the rest of my days loving and cherishing her."

He paused, giving Ulysses a chance to process his words before continuing. "I understand the mistakes I've made in the past and the hurt I caused by not respecting your authority. But I want you to know that I have learned from those mistakes, and I am committed to being the best partner I can be for Sirena."

Maverick's gaze remained fixed on Ulysses, his earnestness evident. "I promise you, Ulysses, that I will always love and protect Sirena. I will support her dreams and aspirations, and together, we will create a life filled with love, respect, and happiness."

He took a step closer, his voice filled with sincerity. "I ask for your blessing, not just as a formality but as a testament to the love and commitment I have for Sirena. I want to build a strong partnership with her, one that reflects the values and traditions that you hold dear."

Maverick awaited Ulysses' response, hoping that his words had conveyed his genuine intentions and his deep love for Sirena. He understood the significance of this moment and was prepared to accept Ulysses' decision, whatever it may be.

@oceansbride @darkhearthorns

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And We're Live

Summary: Kim's manager is insistent that he needs to do another Live to promote his new album, since the last one went off the rails. All he has to do is play a few songs, answer some questions, and promote the album. Without mentioning Chay. That should be easy enough, right?

“Despite your never-ending campaign to destroy me and watch my career go down in flames—”

“Mae!” Kim interrupted. “I said I was sorry. It was an accident, it won’t happen again.”

“I’m counting that as a verbal contract,” she informed him. “So, despite your crusade to—”

“Mae!”

“Fine, fine,” she sighed. “Despite your…past actions, we still need to look to the future. The last Live was supposed to be about the new album—”

“How many times do you want me to apologize?” he asked, frustrated.

“Many, many more,” she replied, without skipping a beat. “We need to do another Live focused on the new album, since the last one got…off-topic.”

“Okay,” Kim agreed. “That makes sense.”

“This’ll be the first Live you’ve done since you announced Chay,” she started.

“I didn’t announce—” Kim began heatedly.

“Inadvertently or otherwise,” she spoke over him, pretending she couldn’t hear him. He slumped back against her couch, grouchy at the deserved reprimand. “It’s likely that people will want to hear about him,” she explained.

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to talk about him?”

“You’re not,” Mae emphasized. “Do not mention him. In any capacity.”

Kim nodded in response. “No problem.”

“I certainly hope not,” Mae replied, eyeing him in a way that suggested she might do him bodily harm otherwise. “It’ll just feed into things even more. So. Light chit-chat is fine, mentioning a few personal things is fine. Play a couple songs, answer some questions. No boyfriend talk.”

“Okay,” Kim affirmed, nodding.

“You will mention the album at the beginning. You will mention the album in the middle. You will mention the album at the end.” Mae was glaring at him as though she could control his actions by sheer force of will. Which, honestly, was pretty much half her job. “When you take questions, take them at the end. You get too distracted when you’re in between songs.” Kim nodded again, and she continued, “And be sure to choose questions that are mostly about the album. Do not. Choose questions. About Chay,” she stressed, leaning in.

“I get it,” Kim fired back, scowling. “I got it the first time.”

“Hmm,” she sat back, considering. “I can’t imagine why I feel the need to hammer it home.”

“Okay,” he sighed, giving up.

“Kim,” she spoke again, in a much more genuine tone. “This Live is important. We need to lay the groundwork now so the album can be as successful as possible. Please do your best,” she finished, still serious. Kim was taken aback for a second, generally used to Mae just sniping at him while he responded in kind.

“I will,” he told her, after a beat. She fixed him with an evaluating look, staring him down for a few seconds before sighing despairingly. 

“No one can say I didn’t try my best.”

“P’Kim!” Chay barreled into his arms the second after he stepped into his apartment. He buried a grin in Chay’s hair and tried to memorize the feeling of holding him. “How was your meeting?” Chay asked.

“Weird,” Kim snorted, shaking his head. Chay took a step back to give him an inquisitive look, and he fought the urge to pull him right back in.

“Weird how?” Chay prompted, heading over to the couch and assuming Kim would follow. He did.

“Most of it was normal,” Kim clarified. “But at the end, she said she wants me to do another Live. Since the last one didn’t really go as planned.”

“That makes sense,” Chay agreed. A small smile was playing on the corner of his lips, but he was fighting it back, which Kim appreciated.

“She just told me not to talk about you,” Kim complained, “like, a million times. Clearly, she doesn’t have faith in me,” he snorted.

“I can’t imagine why,” Chay deadpanned.

“Babe!”

“What?” Chay asked innocently, eyes wide. Kim pouted at him aggressively until he gave in. “Okay, okay,” he laughed, pushing lightly at Kim’s shoulder. “I believe in you,” he said, laughing a little.

“It doesn't count if you’re laughing,” Kim pointed out.

“Okay,” Chay repeated, schooling his face into a more neutral expression. “You can do it, babe, I believe in you,” he intoned the entire sentence without pausing, expression unchanging.

“Thank you for the vote of confidence,” he delivered flatly. Chay started laughing again, and Kim gave it up as a lost cause. “It’s tomorrow. Are you gonna be around?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Chay tilted his head, thinking. “Why?”

“I can do it at the studio if you are. I don’t wanna bother you.”

“It’s fine,” Chay waved him off. “I’ll just hang out in a different room. And then we can get takeout after. Deal?”

“Deal.”