#i used to feel so weird getting lovesick over him because i was worried i was like. as bad as his fangirls or whatever

[ectoplasmer]

gghhh god i love ryou so much it’s not funny anymore i need him to know just how much i love him so that he can never feel alone again and so that i can make him understand the sheer amount of happiness he brings me so that i can make him happy and we can love each other forever and ever andhdhdjcnffjfkvn

[nnight-dances]

LOVE 119

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: FLUFF (!!!) with a hint of angst

TROPES: established relationship with age gap, just silly boyfriend girlfriend things because i was in a silly mood, cooking slander, cute lovesick shit.

NOTE: my debut riize fic!!! i know i said i wasn't going to write anything before the vernon fic but guys you have to believe me when i say this fic basically wrote itself. enjoy my wonbin brainrot that was born because i'm scared of getting older but it is what is is, and the way i cope is to write it <3 let me know what you think, ily!

It was never not going to feel weird to you, to have a boyfriend who was younger than you. Forget that Wonbin was only born a year after you, you couldn't shake the weirdness off because you'd never done it before. All of your relationships had been with men older than you, sometimes by outrageous numbers but never so much that they would find a way to abuse their age with you. So why was it that when you'd lay eyes on your current boyfriend and feel a rush of excitement, it made you coil up… like you were doing something wrong?

"You wanna get Wendy's for dinner?" Wonbin asks you, lying upside down on your bed, your white sheets enveloping him and emphasizing his soft edges all over. You blink at him, not meaning to ignore him but ending up leaving his question unanswered when your thoughts pull you back into your head–

It wasn't even like he acted younger. If anything, he was adamant to keep up his tough exterior in front of you most days, only breaking down into the soft romantic he was when you'd show him your own vulnerable sides. In fact, people who knew you were often shocked to find that you were the older one in the equation, eyeing both Wonbin's height advantage and your knack for acting the tantrum-thrower. So, why did you feel this storm brewing in your gut anyway?

"Babe?" Wonbin sits up when you keep staring into space, brows rising in concern, "You good, darling?" The worried tone your boyfriend's questions carry do right to bring you back to earth and you cough in embarassment. Way to start acting your age, you scold yourself, standing up all too quickly. 

But brave the iron-deficient darkness that spots your vision for a moment to declare, "No, no more Wendy's. It's too…" you pause, giving yourself a chance to think over your words, "unhealthy. We should look at what we eat."

Really? You were gonna go for the stubborn mom approach? 

If there was ever a window for you to take back your words, it was definitely closed now because Wonbin's grinning mischeviously, not quite sure what you were acting out about but enjoying the consequences nonetheless. He rolls over, not a minute's thought to the way his hair was sticking every which way. 

"So, what? You're gonna cook us dinner or something?" Wonbin's classic indifference lilts his words but his eyes are sparkling with the possibility of seeing a new side of you.

You cross your arms, a poorly-masked sigh leaving you, "I… will."

With that, you swerve out of your bedroom and pace toward the kitchen, appalled at the situation you were getting yourself into. It was no secret that while you were self-sufficient in most aspects of your life, cooking was far from one of your most-accomplished skills. But that didn't mean you were a complete disaster. 

You take a deep breath as you survey the ingredients in your fridge, brain working over-time to come up with a recipe that could be your dinner for the day. 

"I'd love some rice and vegetable stir-fry–" Wonbin's cheeky comment stops halfway when he sees your glare but the boy is having too much fun because he continues with a wink, "Please?"

"As funny as you are," you turn back around to the fridge, a plan forming in your mind, "I'm not taking orders today, sorry. And thanks to my limited inventory, tonight's dish is–" You set a carton of eggs on the counter with a sweet smile, "Omurice."

Wonbin's grin falls, right from his eyes when he looks at the counter as you start preparing rice and warm up the pan for the dish. "What? It's dinner time, Y/N!" he complains, "and plus, even if omurice was considered dinner in another world, it'd be for kids."

You gasp dramatically at this words but don't pay his words any attention. You hadn't planned to bring out the pouty boy leaning over the counter, frowning at your every unbothered move, but you can't say you're not enjoying it. And what's better is that you know for a fact that your omurice is your best chance at impressing your boyfriend with your cooking skills.

"Wonbin, trust me, you're not gonna regret sticking around for this omurice," you tell him over your shoulder, expertly sliding the eggs around on the pan, "I made this all the time back in my study abroad days in Japan. I learnt from the best."

This meets Wonbin by surprise, "You studied abroad in Japan? What the hell?"

You laugh, "It was a long time ago and only for a year. Not the most interesting thing about me either."

"That's crazy," Wonbin thinks out loud, "I wish I'd studied abroad."

"Why didn't you?"

"I hate travelling, especially for that short of a time. And I hate making new friends so I decided against wasting my energy."

You nod, "Fair enough. Plus," you spin around to grab two plates from the counter, "If you'd gone, I would've never met you when I did."

Wonbin watches you hard at word, chin on his palm, "I guess you're right. I would've been off-campus for junior year and by the time I'd get back, you would've graduated."

"Scary thought," you muse as you get started on the fried rice beside the omelette that you let cook for just a little.

"Not really, I'm sure we would've met either way," Wonbin says with a conviction that has you turning around with an inquistive look. He shrugs at your teasing look, "What? I think it's lame to think we met just by chance."

"Of course it was," you laugh, "I ran into you and spilled my coffee all over you. Babe, that's literally the definition of a chance encounter. I could've ran into anyone else, or maybe you could've never been there waiting for Sungchan."

You're staring on the ketchup decoration when Wonbin responds, "But you didn't. That's exactly it. There was a chance for all of those other things happening, all at random, but you ran into me. I think that has to mean something."

You can't conceal the goofy grin that spills across your lips when you meet Wonbin's expression of absolute gravity. He's so serious about insisting that you were meant to be and it has your heart melting. "You're cute," you sigh, presenting him with your finished products. He's distracted from the conversation when he catches the sight before him.

"Woah," he lets out, looking at you in shock, "Y/N, this looks amazing."

"Wait till you taste it," you pat his cheek, pulling him along to the makeshift dining table you'd set up recently, with a good view of both the huge window across the room and the television in your living room. 

"That's so good," Wonbin groans, speaking with his mouth full, "I'm sorry I doubted your skills, this is the best thing I've tasted."

You laugh, ears redenning at his flattery but relishing the way he can't seem to stop eating the warm dish. "I'm glad you like it," you take a bite yourself, satisfied that you hadn't lost your touch along the years. 

"Insane. I didn't know my girlfriend was hiding her inner cook all this time," he comments, smiling when he's done eating, "What else am I going to find out about you? You weren't in a gang or something before I met you, right?"

"Hold your horses, boy," you shush him, taking his plate to the sink, "You'll find out all my secrets with time."

You're running the plates under water to let them soak up some moisture when you feel your boyfriend's arms around your waist. "Wonbin?" you echo.

The boy's nose settles in the crook of your neck, stealing some of the warmth that rushes there at the contact. "Thank you," he mumbles into your back, "You're so cool. I want to be with you forever."

You choke over your own hitched breath, "You can't just say that!" 

"Sorry," his tone tells you he's not a bit sorry, "I'm just so happy whenever I'm with you. That's why I can't imagine a world where I'm not with you. Right here, holding you while you take care of me."

"If you're trying to kill me, it's really working," you sigh out with hot cheeks, barely managing to finish washing the dishes with all the sickly sweet confessions that are basically oozing out of Wonbin. He laughs a low laugh, kissing your ear as he pulls away. 

Your head feels light, heartbeat irregular because somehow, like always, Wonbin knows exactly what to say. Even if you hadn't voiced your worries out loud, his words were the perfect antidote to the baseless worries you were entertaining earlier. He was so gentle, the way he was reassuring that you weren't the only baby in this relationship, after all, you did your part in looking after him. 

"Tell me," you walk up to him, wrapping yourself around his torso this time, face propped up against his chest to look up at him, "It's your turn to share a secret with me."

"Hmm," Wonbin hums thoughtfully, slowly steering both of your bodies toward the bedroom, closing the door behind him, "I don't know… How about the fact that I was in squash club?"

"You were?" 

"Yeah, I loved it. I went to every single practice when I was a freshamn, even in the middle of the week, because it got my mind off everything," he says quietly, "It was the only place where I could forget trying to be likeable. I didn't have to make friends, just had to be good at the game."

"And were you?" you ask, knowing the answer to the question. 

"Yeah, I think so. That's probably why they wanted to make me captain of the club in sophomore year."

"Oooh, that's amazing. Now it makes sense why your quads are so built," you grin into his skin when he plops both of you onto the bed, "But wait, I don't remember you being captain when I met you?"

"That's because I didn't take the offer. I knew I would have my hands full in junior year and I hate doing things half-heartedly," Wonbin's eyes take on a distant look, but you can tell he doesn't regret his choice a bit. It was his choice, after all. 

"Ah, that's a good policy to have," you kiss his cheek, "Thank you for telling me."

Wonbin's lips lift up in a small smile at your comment, nodding in acknowledgment. "Now… are you gonna tell me what was on your mind earlier today?"

You freeze at his keen observation, averting your gaze in an attempt to skirt it, "I– It was nothing. Just stupid stuff. I'm over it though, so don't worry about it."

"I wouldn't worry about it if you looked in my eye while you said that," your boyfriend catches you again, firm arm bringing you closer to him, "Come on, sweet, let me in. What's wrong?"

You sigh in defeat. "You're too smart. And if you must know, I was just overthinking our age gap."

"Age gap? You mean that I was born 9 months after you?"

You glare at him, "Okay, I don't appreciate your fact-based attacks on my weaknesses. And an age gap is an age gap. It's my first time being with someone younger."

"So it's natural to feel weird," he completes your thought for you, "But you've always been so chill about it, what made this come up?"

"Not sure," you wonder yourself, "I've been feeling older recently. Even though my birthday was a month ago. I don't know, I feel like I'm not responsible enough sometimes, especially with you– I don't want to make you do everything."

"You don't," Wonbin brushes a thumb against your cheek. "You're always checking up on me, Y/N. And you're the one who made sure we were always communicating with each other, even about the small things. I think you'd pass the old soul check any day."

You chuckle softly at your boyfriend's reassurance, "You're not wrong. But you're sure I'm… enough?"

Wonbin frowns at your concern, "Hey, now that's a bigger issue than our age gap. Of course– You're more than enough, Y/N. Did you not hear me earlier? I can't imagine not being with you. That means, I can't imagine living without you. I'm like the luckiest guy to have managed to get you in bed with me. I'm serious, you turned my life around when you ruined my favorite shirt that day–"

"And I've apologized endlessly about it–"

"You're the reason I'm not a loner, following Sungchan around all the time because he's the only one who doesn't think of me as a stuck-up idiot. I love you so much."

"Okay, okay, I think I get it," you stop him, hand on your chest when he keeps snuggling closer, lips a breath away from your skin. "I'm not thinking those thoughts anymore, babe. I know you love me. I love you, too."

"Good," he pecks your nose, "But I have to say, you're hot when your older side comes out. Watching you cook me dinner was an experience I'm not forgetting anytime soon."

"I guess I better do it more then," you tease him, fingers running through his soft hair, "I'll go on a grocery run later this week. Cook you that stir-fry you wanted, huh?"

"If you're trying to get into my pants right now, congrats, you've made it," Wonbin laughs, cheeks warm at your bold promise. "But yes please, and can I come grocery shopping with you?"

"Sure you won't get bored? Grocery shopping is a boring adult chore, you know–"

"Okay, I don't think you're allowed to use your age to belittle me–"

"Or what? You're gonna get mad at me?"

"I hate you– I'm gonna go home if you're gonna–"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, babe, come back!" 

[bruisedboys]

congrats on 6k!!! loved the prompts lists you used soooo: sirius black + "you've got me flowers?" i think it would be cute if it was him being gifted the flowers BUT! totally up to you and your creative juicess

hi angel thank u for your request! loved this prompt for sirius!! join the celebration

rockstar!sirius black x fem!reader

Sirius knows you’ll be here soon, but he wishes he didn’t, because he feels a bit nauseous with the prospect of seeing you. You’ve never been to one of his shows before, this is your first. He’s worried you’ll hate it. Worried he’ll mess up his notes or trip over on stage and you’ll never want to see him again.

He’s thinking all this as he sits on a worn sofa backstage, plucking away at his guitar, practicing notes. Well, he’s not really practicing. He’s mostly just playing random chords with no rhyme or reason and thinking about you. He’s about to call you and maybe pretend the show is cancelled when the door opens.

“Hello!”

It’s you. Sirius looks up and finds you in the doorway looking so pretty and so excited to see him it hurts his chest. You’ve got on a lovely dress, and one of his leather jackets he leant you that you never gave back. Sirius thinks he actually might throw up.

“Hey, dove,” Remus says, happily leaning into your one armed hug. “You look nice.”

“Your boyfriend’s stressing,” James supplies unhelpfully, kissing your cheek in greeting.

You laugh and shove James’ curly head (he deserves it, Sirius thinks). Sirius watches, totally transfixed, as you cross the room and move towards him.

“Hi, Siri,” you say happily, coming to a stop in front of his knees. You give him a once over that makes him blush all the way up his neck. “You look killer.”

Sirius grins sheepishly and sets his guitar to the side. His face feels like it’s maybe on fire. You take his cheek in your lovely soft hand and bend at the waist for a kiss. Your perfume washes over Sirius and he thinks, I’m going to die. She’s going to kill me. But then you pull away, and he’s not dead, just very, very lovesick.

“It took me forever to find this place, it’s like, in the middle of nowhere,” you’re saying, apparently oblivious to Sirius’ weird mood. “Oh! I almost forgot-“

You reach into your tote and pull out something crinkly, holding it out to Sirius with a smile that could set him on fire.

“Here. They’re for you.”

Flowers. A huge bouquet of them in buttercup yellow and dusty pink, bursting out of cream tissue paper, tied with a lovely thick pink ribbon. Sirius blinks.

“You got me flowers?”

You giggle. “Well, yeah,” you say, like why wouldn’t I? “To say good luck. And I love you. And I’m so excited to see you play, I was listening to your stuff the whole drive here.”

Sirius thinks his heart bursts. What was he worrying about again? He takes the flowers from you, your fingers brushing his. “I— thank you, doll. That’s really sweet.”

You flush, clearly very pleased. “You’re always getting me flowers, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.” They’ve never seemed as significant as the ones you’ve just gotten him. These feel like pure gold in his hands.

“And I’m serious about being excited,” you say, flopping down onto the couch next to him, your hand moving to squeeze his knee. “You realise you’ve never looked more attractive, right?”

James laughs. Sirius chokes on air.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

General l lawiet x reader?

𝕀 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕟…

ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 @𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤-𝕟-𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖! 𝔾𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜!!

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!!

General L Lawliet relationship headcanons

Ok, first off it will take a very very long time before L even considers acknowledging any feelings he may have for you

I'm talking 3+ years

He is very distrusting of people, and wants to know that you won't put him or Watari in any danger

Once he does finally decide he trusts you enough, that's when his emotions begin to shine through

His biggest thing is staring, he will stare for hours on end, processing your behaviors, learning about you, etc

Something about his gaze is different too

His brows furrow in an almost worried way, as if it scares him that he can't logic his way out of his feelings for you

Confession is blunt with him (I hc him to be autistic, so tone isn't really a thing with him)

You'll notice that he hasn't done any work, which is very worrying considering who he is

So you turn your chair to look at him "Hey, are you ok? You seem kind of out of it"

"Yes, I'm just a bit frustrated is all" He says, staring up at the ceiling with his thumb between his lips

"About what?"

He takes a deep breath "Well, whilst getting to know you, I've come to realize that I have romantic feelings for you. This is troubling for me, as I do not have the time for anything as arbitrary as relationships. However, dwelling on these emotions aren't helping either, as it seems to take over my whole head space, making working almost impossible....The best course of action would be to confess my feelings, but problems will arise no matter what your answer to my confession is"

He finishes his rant and looks over at you blankly "Don't look so shocked. I still haven't decided whether I'm going to ask you or not"

You feel your face heat up and you quickly avert your gaze from his "right.."

A few minutes go by before you hear him speak again "Y/n?"

"Yes, Ryuzaki?"

"Will you be my partner?"

Once you are actually in a relationship with him, it takes him a while to get adjusted

He often forgets that he can be lovey dovey with you, or even that he should be

This being said, you'll have to initiate your first kiss

Communication is key with L, and while he is good at picking up on subtle hints, he prefers you to be direct with him

He's also rather shy when it comes to romantic things, so you being direct helps him feel more comfortable consenting

"May I kiss you?" You ask him one night, sitting comfortably on a hotel bed

He looks up from his laptop, placing his thumb on his lip, thinking long and hard about his decision

"Yes" He finally says, getting up and sitting on the bed, awaiting your kiss

The moment your lips touch his, he freaks out a little

It's all so new and overwhelming, but in a good way

He pulls away very fast, making you worry you did something to upset him

That same lovesick gaze creeps back onto his face, before asking for you to do it again

Once he gets used to it, he finds that he actually really likes kisses!

Kisses are one of the few physical things that he is fine doing whenever, wherever

His favorite spots to be kissed are on his forehead and cheeks, and he likes to kiss you on your nose and hands

Other than that, physical touch isn't much of a thing

If you wanted to cuddle, or if you wanted to hold his hand, he'd be up for it

He just won't seek those things out himself

He prefers small physical gestures, because they're easier and less overwhelming for him

He does things such as tug at the bottom of your shirt if he wants you to pay attention to him, lay on your shoulder, and smelling your clothes

Not in a weird perv way (although he very much is one of those

SPEAKING OF HIM BEING A PERV

Jfc someone come get this man

He seldom does anything touchy feely, but good god can this man stare

Stares at your butt as you walk to go get another cup of water, a barely visible grin coming to grace his face

Looking at your chest (doesnt matter if you're amab or afab) if you have a low hanging shirt that day

And when he does get touchy feely, it's in a more studious way if that makes sense

Like rubbing and squeezing your thighs just to see them jiggle, or running his fingers across your skin and smiling when he sees goosebumps show

As mentioned before, he doesn't like cuddling, but he loooves being in your general space

For example, he'll come sit next to you while you work, reading over all of your previously done tasks

Or if you go to brush your teeth, he'll go stand with you and put his face into your neck

When you can't be with him for whatever reason, he isn't above wearing your hoodies

He likes to wear them for the smell for the most part, but he also likes to wrap up in them like a little caterpillar and pretend he's metamorphosizing

His love language vibe is "sleepy"

Do with that what you will

[bookshelf-dust]

I'M HERE TO REQUEST AGAIN

this is going to be a bit angsty, but it's hurt/comfort. basically while he's in class some guys make fun of him by saying he's way out of reader's league and he gets self-conscious. reader and the Hellfire table notices he's not talking much at lunch so reader goes to talk to him (established relationship)

hope this wasn't too specific!<33 (don't worry about rushing the writing, enjoy the process!!)

glittery curls

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 1,426

warnings: swearing, patrick and jason’s goons being assholes, angst, comfort, fluff

a/n: hi sweetheart! thank you for requesting. i’m so sorry it took me a little while and i hope that’s okay! this is a sweet idea and please don’t worry about it being too specific—it’s perfect like always! and thank you for being sweet about not rushing. i appreciate that more than you know <3

————

“Bend down a little, Gare.”

“Whatever you say, your highness.”

He has glitter in his hair. The girls had a project due, and Gareth, being the loving brother that he is, offered his services. You’ve been picking chunks and flecks of glitter out of his hair for three days. He claims to have washed it since, too.

He bends a little at the waist so that you can see his hair more clearly. You use your nails to grab at a piece of purple glitter from the roots of his hair.

“Kiss my ass, Emerson.”

He pinches your side at that remark and you let out a small squeal before presenting the glitter to him, a victorious look on your face. Gareth quirks a brow, examining the intruder, and then you wipe your finger off on his shirt before turning to go to your next class.

He catches your hand before you get too far. “Hey, hey, hey, where’s my kiss?”

Gareth “demands goodbye kisses” Emerson.

You pretend to be annoyed at the premise, and he pouts so hard you bring both hands to his face, apologizing repeatedly.

“Here, here!” You kiss him, short and sweet (you are in school, after all). He tastes like strawberries. You wonder if he had some for breakfast.

“Thank you,” he says. You plant another on his nose before leaving him to it.

Gareth adjusts the bag on his shoulder and turns to head into his classroom.

“That’s just sad, man.”

Gareth wouldn’t have thought anyone was talking to him if it weren’t for the closeness of the voice. He turns his head, finding Patrick staring at him. Andy and Jason linger further behind.

“I’m sorry?” Gareth’s tone changes into something much more serious, deeper even, than what he’d been using with you.

“You, dude. You’re totally head over heels for them, and they’re way out of your league.”

Patrick turns to watch you at the very end of the hallway, where you turn a corner and then you’re out of sight. He shakes his head. “It’s just depressing, man.”

Gareth feels his face warming. “What are you talking about, McKinney?”

Patrick laughs, and it doesn’t do anything but heighten Gareth’s frustration. He doesn’t understand where this is coming from.

“You and them,” Patrick says, nodding towards where you’d walked away. “You looked lovesick, and that’s just weird to me because the two of you make absolutely no sense.” Andy chuckles, and Gareth shoots him a look. He quiets.

“They’re pretty damn smart, and could be friends with anyone they want, but pick you and your group of freaks? Yeah, that just doesn’t check out, man. It’s probably best if you save yourself the trouble and dump ‘em now. That way you won’t have to deal with it when they realize the truth.”

Gareth decides he’s had enough of this shit. “Fuck you, man. Why don’t you mind your own business? Last time I checked, your last girlfriend cheated on you with Andy, so I really don’t think you have any reason to be giving me relationship advice.”

He pushes past the other boys and into the classroom, heading straight for his seat in the back against the wall.

Gareth barely hears a word of the lecture he’s supposed to be paying attention to. He’s amazed that he even manages to take notes.

Patrick’s comments race through his mind, over and over again. They pick at his every insecurity, his every vulnerability.

What if he’s right? You’re fucking insanely smart, Gareth thinks. You could be with anyone you wanted, and he knows that. Up until that conversation, Gareth thought your choosing him had meant something. That he was special. That his friends were special, and they were all worth more than whatever the people at school thought.

Now he’s not so sure.

He tries to distract himself from his buzzing mind by paying extra attention in his classes. It only partially works. All he can think about is that maybe you really are way out of his league.

Gareth gets to the Hellfire table at lunch before you do. He sits down beside Jeff, who’s too busy arguing with Mike about something to notice that something’s wrong.

You, however, clock it before you even take your seat. His arms are crossed and he’s bouncing his knee. He’s not laughing or splitting a cheese stick with Dustin. Something’s wrong with your boy.

Eddie seems to have noticed it too. He hasn’t sat yet, but he’s walking to the table just as you are, and shoots you a look over Gareth’s head. One that says, you seein’ this? You nod.

Eddie’s known Gareth long enough to know that when he gets quiet, he’s frustrated. Gareth being quiet is never a good thing. When he’s sad, he talks about it, and he might be a bit downcast, but he’s still Gareth.

Eddie has witnessed many a Gareth outburst, and they aren’t usually pretty. He knows you can handle it though. You’re exceptionally good at calming him down.

You slide into your seat, and Gareth doesn’t even look at you. You decide to take it easy.

You rub your thumb across the bare expanse of arm under his sleeve. That gets his attention. He turns to look at you. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey.” You keep rubbing his arm. “You okay?”

Gareth uncrosses his arms and sits up in his chair. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Emerson,” you say, keeping your voice low as to not cause a scene. He turns his head to look at you. You only use his last name when he’s being a pain in the ass. The thing is, Gareth doesn’t really give a shit if he’s being an ass right now.

He doesn’t feel like arguing with you. He’s too upset. Gareth is quiet for the rest of lunch, and he avoids you the rest of the day. It’s not until you drive over to his house after school that you get a chance to ask him what’s wrong.

He lets you in and leads you to his room without a word. “Gareth,” you start, “will you please tell me what’s wrong? I really don’t like seeing you like this.”

He tosses his head back, exasperated. “And you think I like feeling like this?”

“I know you don’t Gare, but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

Gareth takes one look at you, giving your most pleading and sincere eyes, and he’s done for. He runs both of his hands down his face and sits on the edge of his bed.

“After you went to class this morning? Patrick showed up and told me that the two of us being together doesn’t make sense.”

“What?” You ask, quickly becoming upset.

“He said that you’re way out of my league and too good for me and that someday you’re going to realize that I’m a piece of shit and you shouldn’t have chosen me.”

You realize his eyes are glossy and you rush to crouch in front of him, hands on his forearms. They’re warm under the tips of your fingers.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t listen to any of his shit okay?”

“Stop,” Gareth says.

“What do you mean?” You don’t understand.

“I mean that I’m in love with you and they’re telling me that this is bullshit, that you don’t care and that you’re just going to leave me at some point and so I’m upset—”

“What?” You cut him off.

“Huh?” Gareth doesn’t realize what he says for a second. “Shit.”

You stare up at him.

“I’ve never said that before,” he tells you.

“No,” you shake your head. That knocked the breath right out of you. “But before you say anything else, I am not going to just up and leave you or something, Gareth. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I chose you because you’re the best boy in the world. And because I love you, too.”

The boy in question smiles at you.

“You love me too?” He asks shyly.

You bring a hand to his cheek, and he leans into the touch.

“Yeah. And it’s okay to be upset, Gare, because he was being an asshole, but I would never leave you, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. Gareth wraps his arms around you and practically scoops you up.

“Sweetheart,” you say after a moment, pulling away from him. He looks at you, confused.

“You’ve still got glitter in your hair.”

He drops his head to your shoulder. “Dammit.”

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[moon-alight]

Hello! I have a request idea, but idk if you'd want to do it since it's a bit silly. 😂 But here it is anyway; &TEAM with a s/o who can't eat with chopsticks, how would they handle the situation and how would they discover this fact. (I'm sorry it's really weird, but I'm usually struggling eating with chopsticks so I came up with this to feel better lol)

Alright, this made me giggle when I first read this.

Masterlist

&Team reaction to you struggling with chopsticks

Warnings: fluff, crack

Word Count: 719

-K

He watches you for a moment, observing how your fingers are in the wrong position and how you struggle to pick up the rice. There is an amused smile on his face until he feels like you've embarrassed yourself enough.

He puts his hand over yours and repositions your fingers the right way while he helps you pick up some rice. He won't laugh at you directly but later when he's alone, he will think about it and chuckle.

-Fuma

Doesn't notice right away but when he does he will snort. Tries to cover up his laugh with a cough but you know damn well he just made fun of you. He apologizes and offers to help you pick up your food.

Makes it his mission to teach you how to use them properly but he will laugh every time you mess up. Not because he makes actual fun of you but because he thinks you're adorable.

-Nicholas

Makes fun of you right to your face. (Also because he thinks it's cute how you keep trying) Every time he reaches out to help you, you swat his hand away because you're stubborn.

When some time has passed and you're still struggling, he gets a fork for you and laughs silently so you won't hear him but you can see his chest vibrate so you know he's still laughing at you.

-EJ

Coos at you. Suggests to switch to a fork immediately but you tell him that you at least want to try. He accepts your decision and shows you step for step how to correctly hold chopsticks.

Even reaches for your fingers to place them in the right position. Not because you can't do it but because he wants to touch you. He would never laugh at you for such thing but he will smile like a dork every time you use chopsticks in the future.

-Yuma

Be prepared for a lifetime of endless teasing from this guy. Watches you struggle and doesn't even try to help you out. Little shit. Has a big smirk on his face as he watches you, but he can't hide his lovesick puppy eyes.

When you give up and get a fork, he'll tease you even more. But when you ask him to stop being a tease and help you out, he will. No hesitation. But he would still continue to bully you with it.

-Jo

Sweetest little cinnamon roll ever! Almost immediately notices your discomfort and asks if you need any help. When you say 'yes' he will patiently explain it to you and show you how to use chopsticks.

If you get frustrated or annoyed because it won't work, no worries. Jo had a fork next to him because he had a feeling you would need it. Won't even mention it anymore afterwards. He's just happy you're comfortable while eating.

-Harua

A mix of Yuma and Fuma. He doesn't notice right away but when he does, he laughs. Sorry, he can't help it. But he laughs out of adoration not because he wants to make fun of you necessarily.

It will become an inside joke but that's a different story. He will make it his priority to teach you how to use them and sends videos of people messing up with chopsticks to make you feel better.

-Taki

If he wasn't Japanese, he would've probably struggled with them too, tbh. Has a confused look on his face when he watches you struggle. It takes a moment before he realizes you're from a different culture, one that doesn't use chopsticks.

He won't laugh. . . maybe chuckle but nothing to make fun of you. He laughs at himself for not realizing it sooner. If you ask for help, he will give it to you immediately but if you don't he'd just get you a fork.

-Maki

This is someone who grew up in Germany so he is used to both forks and chopsticks. He watches you struggle for a good minute and tells you he did too when he had to learn how to use them.

Sends you some tutorials from youtube so you can learn on your own accord. He wouldn't be mad if you just eat with a fork because it's just utensils. There's bigger problems than chopsticks to worry about.

[otterlyinluv]

A touch of darkness (pt.2)

Here's part 1

Summary: What happened after the office incident OR in which Yancy tries to eat breakfast and Wilford becomes a matchmaker

Pairing: Darkiplier x DA!Reader

Tags: sfw, fluffy, jealous Dark, proximity, thunderstorm, comfort, confessions and realisations

A/N: I apologize for the long wait, I actually finished it earlier but I decided to scrap the last third and rewrite it completely- Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.9k

"So you like Mr. Doom and gloom, so what?"

You almost choked on the chocolate milk Wilford made you.

"No, that doesn't make sense. Nothing even happened. He just fixed my computer, and then I felt weird."

Wilford raised an eyebrow at you.

"My dear, you might not see it, but you look like a lovesick fool."

Your face started to feel warm.

"No, I do not! I came for advice, Wilford, but now I know I chose the wrong person." You stood up from the armchair, leaving the chocolate milk on the desk, when Wilford started to wave his arms around.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll stop." He grabbed you by the shoulders and plopped you back on the armchair.

"Now," he said, no longer in the spot he was a second ago. His little teleporting shenanigans didn't bother you as much as they did during the first months of your stay at the mansion. Whenever he suddenly disappeared and reappeared at a completely different place, you'd always get a mini heart attack, which lead to him doing it even more frequently to mess with you. What you hadn't realized then was he did it only to get you used to things that weren’t exactly normal. Wilford was a good guy at heart even if his methods were a bit... unconventional.

"Since you don't believe me, we'll go about it in a different way." You turned around to where he was. He made you stand up from the chair and gripped your hands.

"Which thoughts race through your head like fluttering butterflies frolicking in a field when he’s with you? How does he make you feel in general?"

The corner of your mouth turned up at the metaphor, and you looked off into the distance. After the encounter in your office, you started bumping into each other far more frequently than before. Or maybe you noticed him more. And when you did see each other, his gaze seemed to linger on you a suspiciously long time. Whenever you made eye contact during meetings, you felt a flutter in your chest. A flutter you didn't feel with anyone else.

You looked at Wilford with a sense of epiphany. His eyes seemed to light up.

"Am I interrupting something?" Dark said, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.

You ripped your hands from Wilfords'.

"Oh, Darkie. Why we were just having a lovely chat, nothing for you to worry about." Wilford drawled, putting his arm over your shoulder.

Dark's eyes darted to your shoulder, and his gaze hardened. The colored aura that surrounded him seemed to gain a more blue hue. It only lasted a couple of seconds before he rolled his neck.

"Excuse me." He suddenly ran off out of the room, his fists clenched.

You saw Wilford grinning out of the corner of your vision as he put his arm away from you.

"Wilford, what did you do?" You said, glaring at him.

"I just gave him a little push, that's all." 

--

You really wanted some cereal.

The mansion was pleasantly quiet because you liked to wake up earlier than everyone else. While listening to Illinois boast about all his adventures or Google try to subtly persuade you to grant him admin privileges was entertaining once in a while, it wasn't something you wanted to do first thing in the morning.

You were able to find your favorite brand of cereal, a spoon, and some milk. The only thing that was missing was a bowl. You looked into the cupboard where the bowls usually were, but there were none. You wondered who kept misplacing the contents of the cupboards and kept searching.

Still nothing.

You grabbed a chair to stand on so you could reach the cupboards that were higher up. You carefully stood up on it and opened the one closest to you. Finally!

Unfortunately for you, the bowls were on the top shelf. You huffed and stood on your tiptoes. After stretching your arm as far as you could, you were finally able to grab a suitable bow.

But you leaned back so suddenly you lost your balance. You flailed your arms in a futile attempt to regain stability. You mentally prepared yourself to come into contact with the cold hard floor when you felt someone grab your waist to support you.

You let out a relieved breath only to look down at the grey hands, which were now firmly holding you in place. The area which the hands were in contact with was completely devoid of color. You turned around to see Dark without his signature jacket, his eyes wide. You were frozen, but your skin burned where his hands were.

"You should be more careful. You would have fallen if I hadn't gotten to you in time."

You couldn't move. The only thing you felt was the oddly gentle hold he had on you. The bowl, which you were now holding safely, was the last of your worries.

"Still as clumsy as ever," he chuckled under his breath. His thumbs twitched, and you blinked at each other in realization of your compromising position.

He cleared his throat as he stepped back as if burned, removing his hands in the process. You carefully got down from the chair.

It was so quiet you could almost hear his aura crackle in the air like static.

"I, uh... Thank you for... that."

"You are welcome," he said quietly.

You were looking at the ground, your face strangely warm. Your gaze traveled to his shirt, the first two buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hands bordered with blue and red the hands that held you were now hanging at his sides.

You stared too long. You could feel him looking at you. You glanced at him.

He was looking straight at you. So intensely that you felt like he could see directly into your soul. So expressively, his eyes seemed more brown than black.

He took a shuddering breath.

"Is youse making cereal? Leave some for me!" Your head jolted to Yancy standing in the doorway.

Dark snapped out of whatever trance he was in and promptly left the room with no parting words.

"Woah, what got him so worked up?" Yancy walked to you as you looked at the door, deep in thought.

"I'd like to know that too."

--

After having finished your perfect bowl of cereal, it was back to sitting in your tiny office. Normally, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Nothing special, just you sitting behind your desk working at your computer. Except you weren't. You couldn't.

Not when whenever you closed your eyes, you could remember Dark standing over you so clearly. Your little... encounter happened a few weeks ago, yet you still couldn't focus properly while you were here. It took you at least half an hour to distract yourself enough to at least start working. It was frustrating, but there wasn't much you could do. Talk to him about it when he has most likely forgotten about it already? Yeah, sure.

Now that you thought about it, there was something else that was making you unfocused today. Why did Dark look like he wanted to murder Wilford when he was just being touchy as usual?

And this morning... He just caught you out of politeness so you wouldn't fall flat on your face. Or maybe he just didn't want you to break the bowl. You didn't allow yourself to even consider the possibility that maybe he didn't want to see you hurt. And the way his hands stayed on your waist just a few seconds more... Boy, did you forget how to talk then.

Maybe you were looking into it too much. Sure, he was nicer than before, but he could simply be more comfortable with you. As a friend. Yeah, that must be it.

Satisfied with your thinking session, you were ready to get to work.

Your concentration was disturbed by the sound of your door opening, followed by a thud of something heavy being dumped in, and then the door immediately slammed shut again.

You looked up from your computer to a sight you never would have expected - Dark rapping at the door, violently shaking the door handle.

"Now Damie, remember what I told you. If you want something, go get it!" Wilford slurred, his voice muffled by the door.

"Wilford, open the door this instant, or I swear I will kill you. I am serious."

"Oh, promises, promises. Focus your energy on the important things!" Wilford's voice faded away as he supposedly walked away from the door.

"That insufferable..." he mumbled to himself, turning around.

His clothes were wrinkled as if someone tried to physically push him into the room but was met with resistance. You couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Uhm, welcome, I guess."

He sighed. "Hi."

"So, what happened for you to end up here of all places?" You leaned on your arm. It might have been an unexpected situation, but that didn't mean you weren't going to enjoy it. Dark, on the other side, seemed really determined to fulfill his promise to Wilford. "When Wil sets his mind to something, nothing can stop him. Not even me." He tried to open the door to emphasize his point, and as expected, it didn't budge.

"Can you not get out by... other means?" You never really knew how his powers worked. And you doubted he would tell you even if you did ask.

"No. I don't know how he did it, but he managed to completely lock me out -" He looked around. "-or in. Technically."

As his eyes surveyed the room, you realized how small it was. It was enough for you, but Dark seemed to fill a big part of the room just with the colored aura that surrounded him. Come to think of it, why was he standing so far away from where you were?

"Well, I'm guessing we're going to be here for some time, so why don't we sit down somewhere more comfortable?" You pointed to a light brown sofa leaning against a wall. His eyes followed your hand to the middle-sized sofa. You winced. You didn't want to make it awkward for him to sit down there alone, but maybe he would rather you didn't sit with him. Why didn't you just ask him what he wanted in the first place-

He simply nodded and sat on the sofa. Having no other choice, you plopped down next to him.

Small raindrops started hitting the window.

You turned to say something to fill the silence at the same time as he did, which resulted in you looking away from each other. He let out the quietest chuckle, and you couldn't help yourself but do the same.

"You can go first." Dark said.

"Ah, it wasn't anything specific, just that the rain is getting stronger." You expected him to simply nod and direct the topic somewhere else. Instead, he looked over to the window. The rain was now strong enough to be audible if you were both quiet, which is what was happening now. Dark looked as if he was observing the rain. As if simply the fact you told him about it gave it value.

"It indeed is."

After a couple of seconds, he took a breath. "I've never noticed how small this office is."

"You're right, but I like it. It makes it feel cozy. It also holds memories more easily. " In fact, your brain was recalling a rather specific memory involving him. But you doubted he would be thinking of that.

"Well, I'm glad. The area carries a certain air that only you have."

"Oh, and what might that be?" You smirked.

"Comfort. Something you want to return to and treasure every moment spent with."

You stared at him wide-eyed.

"Ah, I said too much, didn't I? Forgive me." He looked to the door.

You were touched by how highly he thought of you. Yet there was an unspoken implication in his statement.

Thunder rang out.

You flinched and crashed into Dark. His arms shot out, cradling you against him.

"Are you alright?"

You squeezed your eyes closed as you tried to focus on your breathing.

"I... I'm just scared of thunder. The sound..." You trailed off, heart beating rapidly in your chest.

His hold on you tightened as he gently moved your head to the crook of his neck. He rubbed his hand across your back in soothing motions with a soft "Shh" every couple of seconds. You let him hold you until you eventually stopped shaking like a leaf in the wind.

That's when you realized what a compromising position you were in and stared at him in shock.

"I apologize, I overstepped." He frowned, untangling his hands from you.

As soon as you felt the absence of him, you realized.

"I don't mind." You said, and his face visibly relaxed. "I actually don't mind a lot of things when it comes to you. Simply being with you is... nice."

He let out a quiet laugh. You wished you could put the sound in a bottle. "You're just saying that because we are stuck together."

You laughed and let out a rebuttal.

Minutes passed with other witty remarks, and before you could realize, the brief rainstorm had completely passed. You were confused that you hadn't heard another thunder since there had to have been at least one. But you had gotten too involved in Dark's quips to notice the sound. Dark cracking jokes... now that was something you would have never imagined.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Dark asked, leaning his head on his arm.

"What?"

"You were staring at me without saying anything for a while now, so I figured you had something interesting going on in that brain of yours."

Heat rushed into your cheeks. You didn't realize you had been looking right at him.

You cleared your throat and saw him smiling out of the corner of your eye. "I was just wondering," you smiled back, "do you often run away?"

Dark quickly turned his head away in shame.

"First, it was when I was talking with Wilford. You came in and then suddenly excused yourself. Then, this morning, too... What's going on? Did I do something?"

He sighed. "No, no, you didn't do anything. It's me." He added quietly.

"How so?"

He responded after a couple of seconds. "I am afraid that if I tell you, a lot of things might change... between us." The look in his dark eyes was earnest, almost nostalgic.

Oh.

Oh.

You pondered upon his statement for a few seconds. "Does change always have to be bad?"

As soon as you said the sentence, you were hit with a sense of deja vu. You felt like you've said it before, but how?

In tandem with your confusion, a slight shock spread on his features. As if in a trance, you put your hand on his cheek. Looking him up and down, you studied his features. There was nothing different from what you've come to know. Why were you expecting to see something else?

Your fingers moved on your own in a caress.

His eyes fluttered shut. You traced over his forehead, moving to his cheekbones when you ended up near his lips. Features oh so familiar like you knew them for years. Now that his eyes were closed, he seemed different. At peace. So close.

He opened his eyes, and there it was again. The two of you in your office. The proximity close enough to feel electrifying. None of you said anything as a decision hung in the air. But only up until his onyx-like eyes flicked from your own to your lips.

He smiled. "Would it be foolish of me to say I want to kiss you right now?"

And you answered by leaning in.

You let yourselves be entangled by the sheer amount of emotion as your lips brushed against each other. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer like he wanted to drown himself in you. You basked in the softness of your embrace, finally feeling as if everything has fallen into place.

He pulled away as you tried to catch your breath.

"So beautiful." He whispered, tenderly tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Before you could respond, he went right back in. Not that you minded, of course.

No sooner than a minute had passed were you interrupted by your office door swinging open.

"Glad to see you've finally figured yourselves out! Now, if we could-" Wilford's voice was cut off as Dark slammed the door with a motion of his hand.

He brushed his hair away from his face and turned back to you.

"It did look like he needed something." You gazed at the door pensively.

"I am sure he did, but," he smoothed out your shirt, "I do believe you don't want anyone seeing you like this."

You tried to keep from laughing as you regarded his own disheveled appearance. "You're not too neat either, Sir 'Irons his shirts every morning'."

He rolled his eyes but smiled at you regardless. Getting up from the couch, he held out his hand, which you accepted, and headed to whatever wacky escapade Wilford was up to this time.

[euphoricsunflowers]

“take me,” he says softly under his breath. he’s shy to say it out loud but he’s tired of the back and forth, the wondering if you’ll ever crave him the way he craves you, the feeling buried deep in his stomach of butterflies and the idea that maybe, just maybe, if he makes the offer, you’ll take it.

you play it calm, showing nothing on the outside but maybe a little surprise at how forward he was being, but he wishes he knew if you were nervous too. it would have given him some kind of relief.

“are you drunk?” you ask, but you know the answer. you’ve seen him drunk and this is far from that. he’s compose, if maybe a little shy. like a schoolgirl asking out her crush.

“no,” he says, coming over, practically backing you into a corner. not in a way that prevents you from escaping, but it’s hard to want to, “have me. take me home. romance me if you want. i want to be yours.”

“what are you going on about? this is a lot to just throw at me-”

“i have wanted you for so long. leave right now and we can forget this happened and i will never bother you again about it,” he whispers, reaching his hand up to touch your face, “i know what you like. i’m exactly what you want. i want to be irresistible to you. i want to belong to you.”

you close your eyes, letting every word sink in and really hit you, leaving that familiar feeling in your body to spread. that feeling that hits right when you realize that he’s playing into your kinks. that feeling of power and control, all those sweet words hitting you like how you’d imagine a god would feel worshipped by it’s believers. that sweet feeling gets stronger and stronger as he pleads and begs so perfectly. how he knew what your kinks were? i guess we’ll never know.

he holds both of your hands in his, sinking to his knees, “please let me be yours.”

his voice is starting to break, he’s getting less confident and you know he’s nervous because his hands are shaking in yours. he’s worried that maybe you saying no wasn’t the worst that could happen. maybe you’d resent him or think he��s weird forever. it’s a reality he can’t stand; he doesn’t want to live without you.

“stand up,” you murmur, helping him up. you look in each others eyes and he already looks so helpless and lovesick. your eyes fall to his lips, and he does the same to you. a moment passes, “if you keep talking like that, you’ll really make me fall for you… maybe that was your plan all along.”

“guilty as charged, then,” he smiles, “but i wouldn’t use those words without meaning them. i want my body to belong to you. my pleasure to be yours. own everything about me, please.”

“okay,” and that was the final straw. you kiss him first, your one hand on his shoulder and your other holding his waist. he kisses back desperately but still holding back, trying to keep composure. you pull away to whisper to him, “let’s get out of here.”

“okay,” he smiles, resting his head on your shoulder, and despite what you said, neither of you make the first move to get up. he inhales deeply that dangerous perfume, falling more into you. you hold him in place, closing your eyes with deep breaths as you register what just happened.

and you smile once more as he groans when you push him off you so you could drag him out of this god forsaken party. he sounds so pretty already. what else does he have to offer?

[fandomscraziness22]

begonia for sadie and frankie and caleb!

hi this is very late we all know but i'm actually kinda proud of it! takes place right after ep 2 of College Tapes!

begonia (beware) — “just be careful, okay?”

Caleb hangs up the call and lets himself stew in his awful mixture of emotions for a few seconds, trying to name them as he goes.

Fear. Anger. Confusion. A hint of resentment. Longing for what used to be. 

Missing him.

Caleb takes a deep breath in, holds his emotions in tight, then as he lets out his breath, he shoves them all deep into the little box he’s created for this purpose, so he doesn’t infect his friends who are all at his kitchen table right now. Sure, when she taught him how to properly breathe and control his emotions, Dr. Bright didn’t intend for that exercise to be used quite this way (he's supposed to let the emotions settle into himself or slowly filter out into the breeze), but right now, it’s the safest way Caleb has.

When he’s sure he’s composed himself enough, he opens the door and faces Sadie, Frankie and Ben. 

“Who was that?” Frankie asks right away, balancing a slice of pizza on his fingertips. Caleb can see the electricity beginning to spark—one of Frankie’s many talents includes burning the bottom of his pizza crusts. 

“Uh, it was…Adam.” Caleb braces for impact.

Ben doesn't react (and Caleb doesn’t expect them to, being new around here), but Frankie and Sadie’s eyes both widen at the admission.

“What did he want?” Sadie snaps. “Please tell me you told him to fuck off and hung up.”

Like Caleb would ever do that. Even though they’ve been broken up for a year now, he still can’t help the slight pink-lovesick emotion that slithered around his heart at Adam’s voice. He was Caleb’s first love, and that’s not something he can let go easily.

When Caleb doesn’t answer, Ben asks hesitantly, “Who’s Adam?”

“Caleb’s ex,” Frankie says. “They went to high school together. He goes to Yale.” Ben’s face crinkles in admiration for the top school name-drop, but Frankie turns back to Caleb. “Why did he call?”

Caleb tries to ignore Sadie’s red-hot protective anger, though he feels a bit of it himself. “He said there was something Atypical going on, and he needs my help.”

Sadie’s already shaking her head. “No way, Caleb. He’s not your responsibility.”

“But it’s Atypical,” Caleb argues. “And he doesn’t know anyone like me out there. He sounded really freaked out.”

Caleb knows the different tones of Adam’s voice like the back of his hand. He knows the barely-hidden excitement of a new book he’d just finished reading, or the forced lightness Adam would use when his depression was bad and he really just needed Caleb to hold him all day. 

Or at least, Caleb used to know. He’d like to think that he can still read Adam, a little bit. And he sounded terrified of whatever he had found. Add to that the fact that Adam didn’t want to tell him over the phone? It was a recipe for something real.

Frankie, ever the optimistic one, asks the big question. “So you’re going to see him? Try and help?”

Caleb nods, ignoring Sadie’s huff. “I have a few more classes, but I can leave Friday afternoon. Spend the weekend checking it out, see if we can figure out the weirdness.”

Frankie and Ben both take his answer at face value, and Ben quickly engages Frankie in some sort of technology conversation. Something about coding but also how Frankie’s powers interact with the machines—nothing Caleb has to pay attention to.

He tries to take stock of his friends’ feelings; Ben’s contentment and enjoyment at being included, Frankie’s easy light purple a familiar presence in the back of his mind. Sadie nudges his foot with hers.

“You sure about this, Michaels?” she asks as she grabs another slice of pizza. “Because you can say no. I promise the world isn’t going to collapse if you don’t run to the rescue every chance you get.”

Caleb drinks a bit of his iced tea before answering. “I’m worried about seeing him, obviously. But he needs my help, and I’m the best option he’s got, I guess. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Sadie snorts. “You’re nicer than me, Michaels.” She takes a moment to think, then says, “Just be careful, okay? I know you already had some scary Atypical shit happen to you, and I just need you to stay safe.”

He nods and smiles across the table at her. “I will, don’t worry.” Sadie finally drops it and Caleb tunes back into the conversation around him. He’s glad he has this little group to watch his back. He wouldn't want it any other way. 

[florbexter]

I did NOT expect this much ANGST from this episode! I expected 90% Pai following Sky around like a puppy and 10% Sky plotting Rain's 'accidental' death for being the reason he and Pai met in the first place.

The pain, the sadness, the isolation Sky craves for in order to feel 'safe'. I was not prepared! We saw him spiral in a relatively short space of time but it didn't feel forced or out of the blue which I'm surprised by. And I really like how Pai keeps repeating "I don't know why I can't get you out of my head. I don't know why I'm worried. I don't know why I'm taking care of you so well because I've never done this for anyone in my life." I think bringing attention to the elephant in the room helps make it less so. Pai's confusion and curiosity over how he feels for Sky so suddenly and strongly makes what is realistically a rushed plot, feel far more relatable for a change.

It was a heavy episode, yes, and my head reels a bit because while it certainly was advertised in the trailers that Sky's story is more angsty than Rain and Payu's I actually wasn't prepared for the impact it actually had (and I avoid twitter to not get spoiled by novel readers).

And tbh I don't know how much I actually want to talk about Sky's trauma, those are topics that I, most of the time, avoid on purpose so...

I think what the series does right in terms of that they have a limited time to make it believable that people are falling in love so quickly is that they work on the premise that yes, people fall in love quickly all the time and they actually show that both pairs care about each other.

Making Prapai a lovesick fool is brilliant. He just has no game and it's hilarious and tbh somewhat endearing. It is implied that he is a player but he never uses his success in seducing other people to hold it over Sky's head. He doesn't compare Sky to his flings in the past and it also helps that we see Sky, even tho he wants to push Prapai away, being affected and enamoured by Prapai.

I find the way both Payu and Prapai approach their love interests mostly weird and also a cheap way to create conflict, tension and closeness (because Rain and Sky are written as characters that would totally love the normal nice flirting approach), so it was important to me to see Sky smile over Prapai's antics. To see him smile over the texts and that he more or less admitted that it wasn't Prapai as a person he doesn't want but that he can't fathom the thought someone like Prapai might be interested in him, Sky.

What I also hope more than anything is that Sky will see how much everyone cares about him. He isolates himself and doesn't want help even tho I firmly believe everyone would jump off a cliff for him.

The next four episodes will break my heart I just know it.

[road-breakin-slasher]

~Chapter 13 - A Lot Of Time Has Passed...~

"For several months, and I feel... Alone.

After Sasha left three weeks ago, I felt destroyed. It's my fault I made that stupid decision. Besides, she did call me 'stupid.' I'm stupid. And now I'm all alone. Even if I still have friends here in Wonderville.

I dunno. I'm lovesick.

'Billi? Are you inside? A lot of us have been worried. We haven't seen you around since Sasha left,' said outside with a worry tone, that voice is Pinkfong.

I haven't wrote any letters to my aunt Sheri. Even if she sent letters to me, I just didn't reply back.

'Billi? Billi,' still called Pinkfong.

Then Pinkfong just left. I couldn't answer.

My house has become lonely, and lonely... I barely went outside just to pick fruits. They're enough to keep me around.

I still wish for Sasha.

Nearly three months since Sasha left. Man, time has passed. A lot of time has passed. I barely hung out with anyone, at least to comfort me for my loss.

I dunno, either. I can't move on.

I was just sitting on a rock, that same rock me and Sasha sat on after that hide-n-seek cheating moment, under the orange sky as the sun is close to winding down. And I'm listening to the song Hogi found it for me a week ago.

Hogi suddenly came to me... 'Hey, Billi?' Hogi said.

'Huh? Oh. Hi, Hogi...' I replied.

'I see you've been listening to that song I shared to you over and over again. You must have missed Sasha,' he added.

'Yeah...' I answered, with such sadness.

'I'm sorry, Billi, after what happened between you two months ago,' Hogi replied. 'Is there anything I could help?' He asked.

'I don't think so, Hogi,' I answered. 'But, thanks for stopping by,' I added.

'Okay... See you around, Billi,' Hogi said, and he just left.

I heard Pinkfong's WonderCar stopped by, and I thought initially that Hogi jumped in and they left, which they did...

...But what I didn't know is someone actually came by to me... And said with a familiar voice...

'Billi?'

That voice... It sounds familiar. And I turned around and...

...Sasha! In worry face.

Sasha returned to Wonderville! It was a surprise I never expected. I thought she'll never see me again.

'Sasha?' I said. 'But, I thought...'

'Billi, there are so many things that I should tell you when I was away...' Sasha replied.

'I left because of that feeling I was having. I just didn't understand what that meant. It couldn't go,' she added. 'Three weeks ago, I actually went to Silly Wilds Forest, to see your aunt and talked about you and your recent action...'

Three weeks ago... Sasha went to my aunt's home and meet her there... to talk in private.

Sasha knocked. 'Miss Sheri? Are you home? It's me, Sasha.'

Tiya Sheri then opened the door. 'Oh, Sasha. You came. And alone. What's bringing you here?' Tiya asked.

'Can I talk to you in private?' Asked Sasha.

'Hmm. This must be serious. Okay, sure. Come in,' Tiya Sheri said and let Sasha entered.

While she was sitting with tea on table, tiya was bringing her favorite treat she gave her back when she first visits there.

'Sasha. Is there something you want to say?' Asked Aunt Sheri.

'Yeah. It's about your nephew,' she replied.

'Billi? Oh, is something wrong with him? Is he sick? I'm worried about him,' she added.

'No! No. He's fine. He wasn't sick,' Sasha said.

'Oh, thank goodness. My favorite nephew is alright. How lovely,' Aunt Sheri said.

'It's just... He showed me his weird side of him in front of me. When I arrived back at my house at Wonderville, I caught him kissed at my picture,' Sasha said.

Tiya Sheri, shocked in dull surprise.

'I was starting to think, 'what has Billi doing? Is he trying to get close to me? To touch me? To the point that I feel uncomfortable?' I don't know. I'm having a weird feeling, too, after he cared so much about me. It's too much. I don't know if I could handle it. He's just...rude. I couldn't stop thinking him of bad things,' Sasha explained.

Aunt Sheri, sighed in disbelief, suddenly smiles.

'You know, he talked to me so much about you when you were all here, Sasha. He really did. He told me he's secretly in love with you. It's true. He wants to share you his true feelings just as much as you share your feelings as a friend. He's simply scared at trying. He was hoping he would tell you at the right time... To say how much he loves you,' explained Aunt Sheri.

Sasha, by her surprise, couldn't believe about what tiya said.

'Yes. He's in love with you, Sasha. He's been wanting to be with you, somewhere only you two know, and said to you: 'Sasha, I love you'.' Tiya added.

Sasha, feeling disappointed, never believed that I've been wanting to say 'I love you' in front of her.

'I... Didn't know. I'm really sorry for him... I didn't see him through it. Why he didn't tell me that?' Sasha wondered.

'He's simply scared you might reject him. You must've rejected him, must you not?' Aunt Sheri said.

'I did... From being friends. So I left. But the feeling I am having wouldn't go since I boarded the bus. So I must finally find an answer by visiting you, tiya,' said Sasha. 'Perhaps... I regret what I did and said to him when I left him. After everything he's been through for me. I should've asked him when he was hiding his feelings when he looked at me,' said Sasha. She's suddenly in tears.

'You know, you should go back and talk to him. Let him finally express his feelings for you. You might feel him the same way as he did after you two been through. After all, we could have a daughter-in-law like you welcomed in our family,' Aunt Sheri said, and Sasha giggled about it.

'Okay... Mama Sheri. I'll go back and talk to him later,' Sasha said, finally considered her as her mother.

After everything she explained to me, I just couldn't believe...

'After all the discussions I did with your aunt, I asked if she could showed me all of your letters mentioning me. She willingly showed them to me. When I read them, I was... Shocked and heart-felted. And one of your letter reads: 'Tiya, when I'm brave enough, I will tell Sasha 'I love you' in front of her at the right place and at the right time.' Billi... You're really serious when it's about me,' she said.

'Wow, Sasha... I don't know... I don't know what to say,' I added.

'Billi, before I left, I actually talked to Coco about this weird feeling I've been having after you kissed my photo, Coco recommended me to try take my time to understand this feeling... Maybe talk to you why you did that, which is what your aunt also said. I don't know, though. Though I was the one decided to leave you... Because of that... Hoped to find myself some comfort to cool off this feeling, but... It wouldn't go. That's why I went to your aunt. So if Patt told you he didn't know where I went or if did Coco walked with me, that means it was our private, girls-only talk. Patt didn't know of this,' Sasha added.

'Sasha...' I said.

'I'm sorry, Billi,' she said, 'for what I said and for leaving you. I can see why you were scared about telling me and I rejected you.'

'Sasha...' I said. 'I think it's time I wanna say-'

'No,' Sasha quickly said. I thought she finally rejected me. 'Let ME answer it to you.'

She approached to me, grabbed me, and...

...Finally. She kissed me. On the lips.

Finally expressed our feelings, I grabbed her, too. Enjoying our kissing.

We ended our long kiss. And she said, 'I love you, too.'

I'm finally having tears of joy. She accepted me. To be the love of her life. Just as much I want her to be my love in my life. We kissed again and we hugged under the setting sun.

'Heeeheeeheeh... Aww, you two look so cute that way!' Said Pinkfong.

We're surprised! 'Pinkfong! Hogi! How long have you two been here?' I asked.

'Hahahahah. We've been invisible behind the background the whole time! Heeheeheeh. Actually, Sasha came back to us first just before we started looking for you. She seemed sorry about you for the last time,' said Pinkfong.

'Wow,' I said.

'I wish I could do the similar thing you two did... With Hogi...' Said Pinkfong with a grin.

'Pinkfong!' Said nervous Hogi.

'Hahahahah! Just kidding, Hogi! I'm just glad to have you as my best friend!' Said Pinkfong.

We then simply enjoy the sunset. It was beautiful. Especially seeing Sasha again, smiling under the orange sun.

Gosh, I'm finally happy. Seeing Sasha came back, we're together again. Now, more than ever."

[amakumos]

lie to me － yang jungwon.

synopsis: you’re well aware that you’re falling out of love with yang jungwon. your heart doesn’t beat as fast as it did before when you’re around him, and the little i-love-you’s that used to be truths turned into lies. it isn’t until jungwon coughs out the flowers that he gave you on your first date together that he realises that you don’t love him anymore, and he’s dying because of it. genre: angst, hanahaki au, lovers to strangers pairing: non- idol! jungwon x gn! reader word count: 2.1k warnings: mentions of death & blood authors note: yuns back w another hanahaki fic LMAOOO but this is my part of an angst collab i did w @venusmir !! i am sorry in advance if this one hurts </3 and i am also sorry if this one is bad because after writing lucky charm … all my angst writing skills kinda flew out the window T_T let me know what u think tho !!! enjoy <3 permanent taglist (send ask to be added) : @soobnny @c9tnoos @ja4hyvn @jaywon @shinsou-rii @sqnwo @seeuntonin @primorange @ryuflix @bearseulgs @baekhyunstruly @jalnandanz @yanqsfairy @yizhoutv @acciomylove @w3bqrl @yenart @woniedaze @missmadwoman @floverful @fairyofriki @annoyingbitch83 @itzxvaxella @wonjaems @oreoisa @soobzao @son9oi @ily-cuz-i​ @lumixen​

There was a time where you loved Yang Jungwon.

You remember when he handed you a bouquet of primroses with a nervous smile on his face, and your face feeling hot as you accepted the flowers. You remember when he kissed you on your front doorstep, and you still don’t quite know why, but the faint smell of roses had wafted through the air. You remember when he asked you to be his, and you had accepted, your heart doing somersaults as a relieved grin made its way onto his lips.

There was a time where you really believed that Jungwon was the love of your life - your soulmate, even.

However, time runs out.

You’re well aware that you don’t feel the same way anymore. First loves are never bound to work out, and you were naive to think that it would in the first place. Your heart doesn’t skip a beat when you see him anymore, there’s no butterflies in your stomach, nothing.

But you lie.

You lie to Yang Jungwon.

You lie about still loving him. You lie about the ‘forever’ that you promised him. You hate yourself for doing so - all you feel is regret and guilt when you slip your hand into his, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and whispering an I love you into his ear.

Jungwon tells you that he loves you too, and you know it’s genuine.

You know from the way his eyes sparkle with joy, and how he tries to stop the small, giddy, lovesick smile from spreading across his lips. It’s been a couple of years, and Jungwon is still as in love with you as he was before, maybe even more.

He tells you this, but instead of you telling him that you think you don’t love him anymore, you tell him that you feel the same way. You don’t know why, either. You somehow just can’t bring yourself to tell him that you’ve fallen out of love.

So you don’t.

You tell him you love him, over and over again - despite your heart telling you otherwise.

Your heart tells you that you loved Yang Jungwon.

Past tense.

Jungwon notices that he hasn’t been feeling too well.

He first realised that something’s wrong when he bends down to pick up a chopstick he dropped on the ground. A tiny, uncomfortable prick in his chest. Weird, he thinks.

But then, the pricks get worse as each day goes by.

Sunoo gets more worried day by day - Jungwon shakes it off and tells him that it’s probably just a cold. You stop by, bringing him a bowl of warm soup as he’s snuggled under his covers, a soft smile gracing his lips as he listens to you talk.

“I love you,” he says, even if his throat feels like it’s on fire.

You lie once again when you tell him that you love him too.

Suddenly, Jungwon feels like something’s stuck in his throat.

He jumps out of bed and sprints to the bathroom, locking the door as you jolt up from your seat, following him. Jungwon feels absolutely horrible - he coughs multiple times, attempting to get whatever’s stuck in his throat out.

“Won? You okay?”

Jungwon knows the answer is no, but he attempts to say yes, or at least something that sounds like the word despite how he feels like ripping his throat out.

Jungwon coughs once again, and something lands in the palm of his hand.

A flower petal covered in his own blood.

He recognises this flower petal. They’re from primroses - your favourite flower, and the ones that he got you on your first date.

It’s then when he realises that he has hanahaki, the fatal disease caused by unrequited love. He’s confused at first - unrequited love? But he’s with you, shouldn’t that mean something?

It hits him right there and then - you don’t love him anymore.

He then remembers all the strange, guilty looks that he’s seen on your face but brushed it off like it’s nothing. He remembers you talking on the phone with someone, voice barely a whisper as you sneaked small glances at him - it made him feel suspicious, but not enough to the point where he’d actually question you about it.

You’ve been lying to him this whole time, and Jungwon thinks that hurts more than him coughing up flower petals. He doesn’t know when, or why you fell out of love, all he knows is that you don’t love him, and he’s dying because of it.

He crushes the petal in the palm of his hand as tears well up in his eyes before throwing it in the dustbin. He practises a forced smile in the mirror as he washes the blood off his hands, and when he twists the doorknob, he meets eyes with you.

If you can lie, so can he.

Jungwon is wrong.

He can’t lie.

Every symptom gets worse over the next couple of days, and he’s found himself in the hospital. He won’t stop coughing up flower petals, and he has to weakly grab Sunoo’s hand just to make sure that he doesn’t call you and make you come over to the hospital.

He doesn’t want you to see him in a state like this. The doctor told him that if he doesn’t get the surgery, he’ll die in two days.

“Jungwon.”

Jungwon looks at Sunoo, and he can tell that Sunoo’s been crying. He hums, motioning for Sunoo to talk.

“I think you should get the surgery.”

Jungwon immediately shakes his head no. “Are you insane?” he weakly chokes out. “I can’t forget about them.”

“You’re the insane one here, Jungwon - now forgive me from sounding too harsh, but I can’t just sit here and watch my friend slowly die in a hospital bed, all because his significant other can’t get the courage to tell him that they don’t love him back!” Sunoo spits out, and Jungwon can tell that he’s furious.

“Sunoo, please don’t get mad.”

“I can’t help it, Jungwon. I know you love them, but it’s the only way,” Sunoo sighs. “You’re my best friend - I can’t just let you die when I know if you get the surgery, you’ll live.”

Sunoo has a point, but Jungwon doesn’t want to live in a world where he doesn’t know who you are.

“If I get the surgery… do you think (Name) will be happier?” Jungwon murmurs, and Sunoo presses his lips together in a thin line as he formulates an answer.

“Do you want me to be honest?”

“Does it look like I want you to lie?”

“Well, I think so. Yes. This sounds harsh, but Jungwon, they don’t love you anymore. If you get the surgery, you forget about them, the relationship’s over, and they can be happy.”

You don’t love him anymore.

Jungwon knows it’s true, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. He coughs up more flower petals suddenly, all petals of a primrose flower. Primroses signify young love - you’re his first love. But, they’re also given to show someone that you can’t live without them.

Maybe he took that too literally, seeing as he’s lying in a hospital bed, because you’ve been lying about loving him for at least a while now.

If he gets the surgery, you’ll be happy, he’ll be happy. Well, that’s what Jungwon assumes, considering that he won’t remember anything about you.

“Sunoo?”

“You were silent for so long. Gosh, I thought you’d died. I was just about to call the nurses over.” Sunoo gasps, clutching his chest as Jungwon just blankly stares at him.

“Really funny, Sunoo. You can’t get rid of me this easily. I think I’ve decided. I’ll… get the surgery.”

Sunoo gives Jungwon’s hand a tight squeeze, and he smiles. “I’ll go tell the doctors.” Sunoo says, and Jungwon nods. “Oh, can you pass me my phone?” Jungwon’s voice is soft, barely above a whisper - if he spoke any louder, he’s sure he’d cough out more petals.

Sunoo hands Jungwon his phone before he leaves the room to go talk to the doctors, and Jungwon dials in a number that he’s memorised by heart.

“Hey, Won? How are you?” your cheerful voice rings in his ear - you seem blissfully unaware of the fact that he knows you’ve fallen out of love with him, and not to mention, he’s coughing up flower petals because of it.

“Good.” he croaks out. “Um, I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Go for it.”

“I love you.”

He says that to you for the last time, and before you can say anything back, Jungwon ends the call.

You haven’t heard from Jungwon in a couple of days, and you’re starting to get worried.

You might not be in love with him like you were before, but you still care for him. Ever since that random phone call where he told you he loved you, you haven’t heard from him since. You dial Sunoo’s number, and you don’t get a response either. It’s all just radio silence.

You sigh as you get up from your table at the coffee shop, slinging your purse over your shoulder as you exit. It’s then when you spot Jungwon talking with Sunoo from across the street.

“Jungwon!”

The boy looks around, wondering who’s calling for him. Sunoo tugs on Jungwon’s jacket, telling him to turn around.

You’re fast enough to make your way over to the two boys, and you grin. “Won! Where were you?” you ask, and Jungwon looks at you, a confused expression on his face.

“Excuse me, do I know you?”

You can tell Jungwon’s not joking from his expression, but you’re utterly confused as to why your boyfriend doesn’t remember who you are.

“You’re my boyfriend.” you say, and Jungwon just gives you a funny look. “I don’t know who you are. Maybe you have the wrong guy. Do I know them?” he asks Sunoo, who only sighs.

“Give me one moment, Jungwon. I need to talk to them.”

“So I do know them?” Jungwon’s eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as Sunoo pulls you aside. “Sunoo, what’s going on?” you ask.

“I know you aren’t in love with Jungwon anymore. You’ve been lying to him for a while now, haven’t you?”

You freeze at Sunoo’s words. You thought you’d been keeping that secret pretty well.

“How’d you find out?”

“Jungwon got hanahaki. Because of his unrequited love for you.”

You think your heart shatters. After hearing those words, all you can think about is how you almost killed Jungwon. You shouldn’t have lied - you should’ve told him in the first place. He’d still remember you, and maybe things could’ve been at least a little bit more like the way it used to be.

“He got the surgery. Which is why he doesn’t remember you, (Name). You don’t have to pretend anymore.” Sunoo explains, putting his hands into his pockets as he offers you a weak smile.

You should be happy. Not happy with the fact that you were the reason why Jungwon got hanahaki, but at least happy with the fact that you don’t have to lie to him anymore. This is what you wanted. You wanted to stop playing pretend.

But why does everything hurt?

You take a look at the boy who you once called your boyfriend, and he’s looking at his phone - not even sparing you a glance. “Oh. Okay. Um… he will be fine, right?” you ask Sunoo, and he nods.

“He’ll be alright. Don’t worry about him.” Sunoo says, and he gives you a pat on the shoulder. “Sunoo! Are you done yet?” Jungwon’s voice rings out.

“Yeah! I’m coming!” he yells back.

“I know this is a lot to process, so if you wanna talk to someone about it, just talk to me. Don’t call Jungwon, or anything. It’d just confuse him. He wondered why he had a contact called ‘my love’ yesterday and asked me questions about it for half an hour.” Sunoo says, and you nod. “Okay,” you manage to breathe out. “Tell him… that I hope he’s doing well.”

“I will.”

You watch as Jungwon and Sunoo cross the street, and for some weird reason, there’s tears threatening to well up in your eyes. You notice how they walk past a flower shop. Not just any flower shop, though - it’s the flower shop where Jungwon had bought you primroses.

But he doesn’t remember that now. He doesn’t remember you.  

Two weeks later, you start coughing up petals. Specifically, the petals of primroses - you don’t know it, but they’re the same petals Jungwon coughed out. But what you do know, is that they’re the flowers that he gave to you on your first date.

You were wrong - you still love Yang Jungwon.

Present tense.

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine being Azula’s friend but secretly dating Zuko behind her back

One of the first things you and Azula bonded over was your annoying brothers. Azula told you how her brother had stolen one of her best friends away from her and you related to that. Your twin brother was none other than Sokka of the water tribe, who was also very popular with women. Most of the women you knew liked him, from Yue to Toph to Suki to Ty lee! It sometimes felt like you were the second attraction in a friendship and so you and Azula quickly became close over your shared frustrations.

Then....you betrayed her.

Well, betrayal is a bit dramatic but maybe not given how upset she'd been when Mai and Zuko started dating. You knew that had been hard for Azula to process.  How difficult it had been wondering if her friends really liked her or just wanted access to her brother. So when you started liking Zuko you didn’t plan on acting on it at all. Then Mai broke up with him. 

Zuko was around at yours quite often, whenever he visited the water tribe he stayed in your home and when you visited the fire nation he extended the same hospitality. So throughout the years, you just naturally got closer and closer until....it happened. You started hanging out just the two of you and these occasions felt very date-like until Zuko just outright asked you out. You liked him and told yourself one date was fine, what harm could a single date do? But then as you kept seeing each other and one date soon progressed into many many more you knew your time to do the right thing and tell Azula you were dating her brother was approaching. 

However the idea of doing that idea terrified you. You guessed Azula wouldn’t take it well and didn’t want to lose your friendship with her because of your relationship with Zuko. You wouldn’t break up with Zuko just to make her happy but you also didn’t want to lose Azula’s friendship, so when Katara’s birthday arose you were fairly nervous. There was going to be a large party and all of Katara’s friends were coming...which included Zuko and Azula. You hadn’t been together with everyone since you and Zuko started dating so you had no idea how it would feel. The whole time you and Zuko would have to convincingly act like you weren’t a couple and not make anyone at the party suspicious of the two of you. So when Zuko’s ship got in you fixed your eyes on Azula and tried not to stare at him any more than usual. You greeted him formally and didn’t admire him as you usually would. You fell in step with Azula and decided just to focus on her. It wasn’t hard, you were best friends and very close...however fate was not on your side. You got seated across from him at dinner which felt like some sick punishment and struggled not to get lulled into conversation with him. It didn’t help that Zuko was in a playful mood. He kept making comments about the things you’d done on your date and then sending you sly looks across the table. When you met his eye he smirked blatantly and you lightly kicked him under the table. That only made Zuko chuckled and look adorable so you sighed and decided to just keep your eyes down the whole time to survive dinner. 

However, Zuko had no intention of stopping his teasing. After dinner you set about preparing the party for Katara tomorrow and having sent Sokka, Aang, Suki, Azula and Toph on their assigned jobs turned to your job of decorating. You were hanging streamers in the living room when you felt a hand curl around your waist. “Need some help there?” Zuko asked moving closer and he leaned up over you to hang it. “I could have done that myself” you smiled turning to face him and Zuko shrugged “I know you could’ve, but then I wouldn’t have been able to do this”. Zuko gently kissed your neck trailing down to your collar bone making you sigh. “Zuko...stop” you said faint heartedly and Zuko sensed that smirking "I don’t want to and you don’t want me to either, I can tell by how softly you said my name" he smiled "it’s been so long since we’ve had any time together". Your skin erupted in goosebumps and a shiver went down your spine as Zuko pressed closer against you. But you knew how badly this could end if literally anyone walked in. So swiftly you grabbed Zuko’s hands and twisted your way out of them. You held them tightly in one hand so he couldn’t try and slink around you again and used the other to make him look at you "Zuko we can’t okay, not on this trip. God knows i want to, i’ve missed you too but there’s too much that could go wrong i’m sorry". Zuko sighed but nodded his head "don’t worry i understand". Zuko’s shoulders sagged and you knew your insistance on keeping this quiet was difficult for him. "Thank you for understanding" you said hugging him quickly "i know it can’t be easy for you and I appreciate the effort you're going to for me". Zuko smiled resting his head on top of yours "it’s fine, i’d do a lot more for you if you asked but promise me it won’t always be like this....we will tell everyone soon?". You gulped but nodded pulling away "i promise, i will tell Azula...soon!". Zuko nodded “I believe you” and let his hands drop away from you. Not a moment later Sokka and Aang appeared in the room making the two of you jump. “Zuko just the man we need! We were thinking of making an ice sculpture, fancy some fire bending?”. Zuko nodded “sure” and with a last glance to you left the room. 

Hours later the party preparations finished you returned to your room which you were sharing with Azula for her visit. “Sokka made me blow up balloons” she said angrily “something about fire benders being full of hot air”. You smirked at your brother’s nerve when Azula’s next sentence wiped it off your face.  "Also I think Zuko’s dating someone again" Azula said softly and you paused. "Ow really?" you asked and she nodded "he’s been spending a suspicious amount of time in the southern water tribe lately. Lots of visits which he claims are diplomatic but I can’t work out what he actually does here! He doesn’t know that many people and so it got me thinking, y/n do you think your brother and mine....". "No Sokka's still with Suki" you said shaking your head. Azula sighed “and it’s obviously not Katara, she and Aang are basically married, have you seen him hanging around anyone else? He doesn’t know many people so it should be easy to spot". You paused pretending to think but were really just trying to buy yourself time. "Honestly i don’t pay much attention to him when he visits" you said cleverly covering your back "but i will from now on and let you know". "Thank you y/n" Azula smiled. You smiled back relieved Azula didn’t suspect anything and let out a large breath you’d been holding for this entire conversation. You were now more than ready for sleep and got into bed hurriedly. You laid your head on your pillow and closed your eyes utterly exhausted. 

"Goodnight y/n" Azula called and you nodded. You were very sleepy and after a long yawn smiled "good night Zuko".

You realised the name you’d said seconds after it came out of your mouth. 

You froze

As did azula.

"Did you just call me Zuko...". You blinked "did i? I’m sure i said Azula". Azula was quiet for 2 seconds before she shot up "it’s you!" she cried "you're the one my brother’s dating!". "No Azula that’s crazy!!! We'd just been discussing Zuko, that’s why he was on my mind!". Azula shook her head "you're lying! I can tell by the tone of your voice! You’re the new girlfriend aren’t you?". You sighed "Azula i’m sorry i was going to tell you...". "I can’t believe you" Azula yelled and suddenly the door opened. "What’s wrong?" Sokka and Zuko asked bursting in “we heard yelling” and Azula glared. "You! Couldn't just have Mai huh? Had to take another one of my friends? How about when you’re done with y/n you try things with Ty lee?". "Ow she told you...." Zuko frowned awkwardly. "No i worked it out!” Azula spat “Y/n accidentally uttered your name because she’s so lovesick" Azula cried "you both make me sick" and she strode away slamming the front door hard as she exited the house.

After Azula left you all looked at one another unsure what to do or say next. "So...you two are a thing?" Sokka asked and Zuko paused "yes...is your reaction going to be as bad as Azula’s or can i go deal with her?". Sokka shook his head "go deal with her before she burns the village down”. Zuko went to move past Sokka when your brother put a hand to his chest "but come back and see me after, me and Katara will want to talk to you about dating our sister". Zuko surprisingly looked intimidated and nodded "I'll be right back". "Zuko wait i should come too" you called "this is as much my fault as yours". Zuko nodded "let’s go" and led you outside into the cold night after Azula.

You found Azula trekking in the snow and as she wasn’t in proper shoes you gained on her quickly. “Azula!” you called and she jumped. She looked around and glared “ow look the happy couple, how nice of you to grace me with your presence”. Zuko rolled his eyes “only you’d be so attention-seeking to make this about you”. “Attention seeking? Who’s the person who can’t form his own friendships or respect boundaries? No always have to date my friends, is it some weird way for you to gain power over me? A sad way to boost your ego?”. As Zuko and Azula went to square up to each other you stepped between them. “Alright enough the both of you! Zuko please go back to the house, i’ll handle this”. “But she...”. “Zuko please” you said sharply and he nodded “fine” and with a glare left. You watched him go before turning back to Azula. You’d been about to suggest you go home given that Azula was surely freezing out here in the middle of the night but Azula broke into a rant. "Everyone leaves me for him" she cried "Mai! My uncle! Mother! Even my father...after i was smarter, a better fire bender, more loyal and younger he still gave Zuko every little chance and only crowned me after Zuko literally ran away! When will i be good enough people don’t just choose him without a second thought for me?". "Azula i didn’t choose Zuko over you! Just because i like Zuko doesn’t mean i don’t like you still". "That may be true but this changes our friendship completely, it did with Mai! People always prioritise their partners over their friends so i’ll be second best once again". "Are you kidding?" you asked "Azula now i need you more than ever! Relationships aren’t when you ditch your friends, they’re when you need them the most! Who else are you going to go to for a break or a nice getaway? Who else is going to support and love you in only the platonic way a friend can? Who else can i complain about Zuko to when he annoys me or we fight?" you asked "they’re all things you need your friends for! Desperately and that’s going to be the same for me". "But when Mai dated him...". "But i’m not Mai" you smiled softly "Azula we are good friends, i won’t sideline you because of this. You mean just as much to me now as before i started dating Zuko". Azula huffed but you could see her melting. "So...how about we go inside, get some warm milk and talk a bit more about this huh?". You offered Azula your hand and she took it but she didn’t stop there. Azula threw her arms around you and hugged you tightly. "I’m partly doing this for the cold but thank you" she said softly "nobodies ever tried to make me feel supported when they've chosen Zuko, they just tell me to deal with it but you’re the first to try and reassure me and so i know you mean it, to still be my friend". "Of course" you smiled "you're my best friend!". Azula smiled and linked her arm through yours "i like that!”. 

Zuko stared in awe as you and Azula returned grinning. "How did it go is everything okay?". You nodded "your extremely cool sister is fine with it". "Yes i thought this would be a great way to have an inside scoop on you zuzu". "She’s kidding i won’t talk to her about you...a lot". Zuko blinked "okay if everything's okay then i should go speak to Sokka and Katara, they’re waiting for me in the kitchen". Azula smiled "that’s a good idea, when you come back zuzu find me, i have some threats about what will happen if you hurt my best friend". You smiled at Azula and stepped to Zuko "good luck but don’t worry Sokka’s all bite, Katara’s the one to look out for but she has a big heart, just tell her how good a time we’ve had and you’ll be fine". "Good tips, any for my sister?". You smiled "Azula is one i have not worked out yet" you grinned "but i’m sure you’ll manage, you are the firelord after all". Zuko smirked and you patted his shoulder "after your appointment with my brother and sister and then your sister....you could always come find me in your room?". Zuko smiled "is that my motivation for surviving this?". You shrugged "you can think of it as that" and stepped away from him. Zuko watched you before sighing "alright let’s get this over with” he said loudly and strode towards the kitchen.

You turned back to Azula who raised an eyebrow at Zuko’s sudden confidence and she frowned. "Do i even want to know?" Azula asked and you shook your head "no". “Ow and don’t worry if I’m not in our room tonight”. “Euch Y/n!” Azula cried and you shrugged “what? I didn’t say why”. “I know why” she sighed before she smiled “at least I can have your bigger bed”. “Be my guest” you smiled, you had a firelord to get reacquainted with. 

[sukirichi]

crush

pov. you have a crush on your brother’s best friend

request. Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta’s sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please

notes. awww i love this request, i have a fat crush on toge so i enjoyed writing this! i made this a modern high school au, by the way!

You stare disappointedly at the black wrappings of your bento, sighing because your brother took the wrong one again. Waving goodbye to your friend, you made your way to your brother’s classroom, knocking on the door to get his attention. However, it isn’t your brother who’d stopped laughing mid-conversation. Instead, it’s a familiar-looking platinum haired guy, his purple eyes glimmering with mischief as he slapped your brother’s arm.

“Yo, Yuta, I think someone’s looking for you,” you heard him say.

Meanwhile, you just stood there blankly, your throat growing dry because he was cute – like actually handsome boy-next-door cute.

You’ve met lots of cute guys before, but they were all very immature that you found no interest in others. He, on the other hand, was nothing less of polite, shooting up from his seat because your stupid brother was too invested in his video games. The guy flashed you a bright smile, the beauty of his face up close enhanced that you felt your heart squealing.

Not that you’d ever show that, of course, so you just reciprocated with a polite smile to hide your frantic nerves.

“Hi! You here for Yuta-kun?”

“Y-yes.”

Before he could speak, an arm had shoved him aside. Yuta stood before you, his frown apparent while his friend stayed at the side, a smile still playing on his lips. It took all your energy to not stare at him too much in fear he’d easily read through you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You swapped lunches with me,” you shoved the black bento box to his chest, stepping closer to your brother to whisper in his ear. “Is that a friend of yours?”

“Yeah, he’s Toge. He used to play with us a lot before he moved away, but his family’s back in town. Don’t you remember him?”

“No…”

“Toge, come here!” he called out to his retreating friend, the guy freezing in his tracks before he jogged up to where you were quickly. Oh crap, you kept gushing, he really was cute. He placed an arm around your brother’s shoulder, nodding at you as a greeting. “Remember my sister? You used to play with her a lot when we were kids. You kept stealing her Barbies, remember?”

“I did?” Toge looked shocked, his back bending into a fake bow. “I’m very sorry for that, but don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t play with Barbies at this age!” you defended, heat spreading all over your skin when he winked at you. Both of them laughed at your flushed face, and you crossed your arms on your chest, glaring at your brother. Really though, you were just trying to hide the fact you were very attracted to his friend, even more so now that he was actually familiar. “Stupid Yuta-nii.”

“You’re cute,” Toge randomly piped in.

If you were feeling shy before, you couldn’t speak now.

“Dude, don’t talk about my sister like that,” Yuta gagged, slapping his friend on the chest who effortlessly ducked away, his laughter like music in your ears. You stared at him for who knew how long, his happiness absorbed in your body as you found yourself giggling back. Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as impressed, rolling his eyes at his friend before turning to you. “You should go back to class. The bell will ring soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Deciding to heck with it though, you balled your hands into fists, mustering the courage to look him in the eye as you said, “See you, Toge-senpai.”

He simply shrugged his brows up as a farewell, and just like that, you dashed down the hall so fast you put Quicksilver to shame.

Great. Out of all the days it had to storm, it had to be on the rare moment you forgot your umbrella. Unsurprisingly enough, it was Yuta’s fault for making you forget it. Both of you had slept in too much, but instead of being the responsible older brother, he left you to prepare the meals all by yourself while he spent half an hour fixing his hair. In your haste to arrive on school on time, you’d forgotten to pick up your umbrella, and now the misfortune of it slapped you right on the face.

“Tch, how can I go home?” you glared at no one in particular.

Yuta had to stay behind for baseball practice in the covered court, leaving you all alone to take the bus by yourself. Well, not that it mattered, going home alone was way better than listening to your brother rant about video games and girls he wanted to talk to in class.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, brows pinched as you mulled on the different ways you could come back home, you came up with two options.

One, run like hell and risk getting sick from this weather, or two, wait for the rain to subside.

But ugh, you wanted to go home already. Before you knew it, you’d unknowingly pouted, arms hugged to yourself while you cursed your stupid brother a hundred times over in your head. Too lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear humming from behind you, a scream nearly ripping from your lips when someone planted himself beside you.

“Hey, you’re here!”

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, subconsciously stepping away to keep your beating heart at bay. “H-hello, Toge-senpai.”

“Please, just call me Toge,” he offered, opening his umbrella before his eyes landed on you. Probably realizing you were quite helpless, Toge smiled, nudging you to come closer to him. “Hey, I’ll walk you home. You guys still live in the same block?”

“Yeah.”

And so there you were, debating that maybe Yuta’s carelessness wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, if it would lead to your crush taking you home, then you weren’t complaining. Funny how the weather seemed so gloomy, a huge contrast to the sunshine you radiated at the sheer happiness of living out your most romantic fantasies. It was silly, actually, to crush on your brother’s best friend of all people, but Toge was so nice and handsome – it was kind of impossible not to like him.

In the span of two weeks that you’d known him, he’d been nothing but friendly. And no, you weren’t going to admit you started visiting their classroom more often than before, simply because you wanted to get a glimpse of him.

Toge pulled you out of your lovesick trance, his arm landing on your waist before he shifted you beside him. You noticed he was now closer to the road while you were on the safer side of the sidewalk, and god, did he just step closer? He was close enough that your arms brushed with each step, sending a wave of heat that you bit back by tugging your lips with your teeth.

“For warmth,” he explained as if reading your mind, arm raised lazily in a shrug. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, hiding your face under your scarf.

You and Toge were silent the whole time, but it was a silence you adored. Very rarely that you found comfort in silence with others, but with Toge, it felt so easy – so natural. You hadn’t even realized you were already at home, Toge chuckling at your spaced out self. He bid his farewell then, his back facing yours as he walked away when you blurted, “Oh, my parents aren’t home. I think you should stay first to let the rain calm down a bit. You live a little far from school, right?”

Toge looked a little surprised, his eyes shooting up to the sky with a sigh. Inwardly, you were screaming because you just invited him inside, but Toge was already waddling back to you before you could regret it.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation. I don’t think I should go home in this weather too,” he said, following you across the threshold. He looked around in awe, his shoes left in the front door before he crossed the living room with you, his eyes shining with nostalgia and happiness. “Wow, your place hasn’t changed one bit. I missed being here.”

You flashed him a smile. Turns out it wasn’t that bad – Toge being comfortable made you comfortable. Aside from the nervousness partnered with shyness from having a crush, you applauded yourself for being able to look him in the eye as you asked, “Do you want tea, coffee…?”

“Water is fine. Thanks,” he shrugged off his jacket and placed it behind a chair, chuckling when you nodded too fast. Toge, much to your dismay (or delight?!) trailed behind you in the kitchen, having no business looking that handsome as he leaned against the counter. Him being unaware of his effect on you was even worse, and you bit the inside of your cheeks, trembling as you poured him a glass of water. 

From behind you, Toge snickered, “Why are you so jittery? Do I make you nervous?”

“A-a little.”

“Why? Am I intimidating?” he appeared beside you out of nowhere, so close that you could count his lashes. You leaned back with a muffled squeal, eyes wide at the proximity. Toge, as always, seemed completely unaware of it, taking his time to assess your features with a hand on his chin as if all the answers he was looking for was written all over your face. “Yuta told me I was very easy to approach though.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” you stuttered, giving in with weak knees and turning your head to the side. Your heart, your poor heart! “Crap, I hate myself.”

“You were saying something?”

“I, uhm, it’s just,” you panicked, mind failing to function now of all times. “I think…I have a crush on you?”

The room fell silent.

Realization dawning on you, you flattened your palms together in a begging motion. Toge merely blinked back at you, and you were so close to just kneeling to the gods to rid yourself of this moment forever. “Please forget everything I said, I’m so sorry! Gosh, Yuta’s going to kill me, forget I said anything, I didn’t mean to be weird.”

“Hey, chill, it’s fine!” he laughed, helping you get up just before you fell in exasperation. Then, he smirked at you, wiggling his brows in the process. “I kind of knew that anyway, to be honest.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean, you asked me to marry you when we were kids,” he informed you, but the memory never played back in your mind. It wasn’t a lie though, you really did ask him that when you were kids. Embarrassment taking hold of you, you groaned behind your palms, feeling like your heart was going to explode every now and then.

“Oh my gosh…”

“It’s okay,” Toge peeled your arms away from your face, his grin nothing less of teasing the moment he’s greeted by your shyness. “I did say yes – let’s just wait after high school, yeah?”

[ssadumba55]

Puppy Love (Kuzco X Reader)

Request: If requests are open could you do kuzco with a crush on a fem reader please

A/N: I'm sorry I was kinda mean with this but there's always room for a sequel! :) Enjoy!

“And we need to expand the forces on the Northern border, there have been rumours of an attack…”

“Uh huh, do that.”

Kuzco hated these meetings, they always seemed to drag on forever. Sure, he was the emperor and he had specific duties to attend to, but couldn’t they find a better way to handle this? Preferably a less boring way?

He was leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on the table. It didn’t help that he was distracted, he had something else on his mind. Something completely unrelated to politics, armies and ruling a country.

What was this thing on his mind?

Well, it was less of a thing and more of a person.

(Y/n) to be exact. Even just thinking of her name made him want to swoon. Usually it was the girls who were falling head over heels to swoon for him. Oh, how the tables had turned. And the funny thing was, he didn’t even care.

“Kuzco, are you even paying attention!” One of the members of his council slammed their hands on the table. His wandering eyes returned to the group of people in front of him, not saying anything.

Pacha, who was there to discuss his village, held his hands up. “Maybe we should take a break. Emperor Kuzco is just one guy. One kid. If we keep going at it like this, we might as well just make all the decisions ourselves.”

Finally! Someone was speaking Kuzco’s language! A break? Perfect, he could go find her in the down time. No more boring meeting!

The council agreed, though some looked less than pleased to be adjourning the meeting. He leapt up from where he was sitting, nearly knocking the chair he’d been sitting in over. Pacha hung back looking like he wanted to speak to the emperor, but Kuzco wasn’t hanging around here.

He rushed out of the room, escaping into an empty corridor away from everyone else.

Ruling a kingdom was exhausting, sure, it was great to have everything about him but how was he supposed to know how to deal with half the issues they gave him. Seriously-

“Hey, llama breath.”

He straightened up, spinning around at the familiar voice. You walked over, placing your hand on his shoulder. You were the only one in the empire who could get away with calling him that, never mind touching him without his permission.

And yeah, maybe you weren’t royalty (you spent most of your days scrubbing the floors) but when it came to you, royalty was the last thing on his mind. Before his ‘llama incident’ as they were calling it, he would’ve never looked twice at you.

Now, however, you were the entire focus of his attention constantly.

“Haha. Did you write that one yourself or did you spend the afternoon with Chaca and Tipo again?” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arm over his chest. Something about his pose must’ve been funny because you laughed.

He let out a huff and you waved your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just… You look so funny when you’re angry!”

The two of you walked down the corridor. His hands twitched at his sides, and he sweat nervously trying not to reach out to take your hand in his. You were complaining about the palace floors.

“Why was the floor in your throne room sticky. Seriously I- Kuzco?”

That shocked him out of his intense focus on his hands. You almost never used his real name, even though he had given you permission to use it. If you weren’t calling him emperor out of respect, it was a silly nickname in private where nobody else could hear.

Meanwhile, you were worried. He looked distracted, his hands were twitching at his sides, and he was sweating. Had that meeting really been that bad?

You reached up, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. He stepped back instinctively, not trusting himself not to lean into your touch. Plus, he knew he wasn’t suck. Well, he was lovesick. But there wasn’t exactly a cure for that.

“I- I’m fine!” He raised his hands defensively, like he was fending you off. It was a pose you’d seen multiple times but never had it been directed at you. Gently, you took his hands in your own, tugging him out of his defensive stance.

You frowned, meeting his eyes. “You don’t look fine… Maybe we should you to see the healer.”

He pulled his hands away immediately, laughing weakly and shaking his head.

“I’m alright, I’m alright.” He promised, shaking himself of the weird feeling he always had around you. You smiled weakly.

“If you’re sure.”

He was sure. He was definitely sure, as long as you were around, he couldn’t really feel anything less than fine, even if it killed him to know you’d never know how he felt. He was an emperor with a reputation to maintain…

“Come on, I want to show you something!” You grabbed his hand suddenly, pulling him along. He relished in the feeling of your hands together.

Even if the two of you could never be together, he’d always have this. Whatever this was.

[urstruly-ghst]

Could i perhaps request the vice dorm leaders or first years with a m!s/o whos a kuudere and blushes or smiles for the first time? (Kuudere means emotionless and stoic pretty much)

note : im a huge biased person for my first years, they all are precious, no? also, since its my bday, i have a treat later on 😌

ace trappola

He isn't that sure as to why you are so emotionless all the time, he always tried to get a reaction out of you, be it with spiteful comments, sweet cheesy sentiments, lovely gifts, anything

Soon, he just learns to accept it, the fact you are just not as expressive as others. That was how your relationship deepened as you start being a little comfort with being vulnerable and open to Ace about your emotions.

Ace didn't tease you during your vulnerable state of emotions, it was also this time Ace lowers his douche act and act like the lovesick boy he is. He is actually so in love it makes him laugh and be mushy (but don't tell anyone, got that? This is his secret, a secret reserved for you)

He won't tell you this, but he did get into a ton of fights when people tried to insult you, when they jest you're a robot, where they feel like Ace just pities you. Ace beats 'em up, hard!

Overall, Ace doesn't mind your emotionless facade, he knows that you don't trust showing your emotions, and he shall respect that-- as long as he gets his share of love and affirmation

deuce spade

He was scared of you at first, and tried to avoid you, because he wants to stay out of trouble for at least a year.

We all know he doesn't avoid you and ended up dating you. He sure didn't know how to deal with the emotionless front at first, but he grew to understand you and enrich your relationship more.

Deuce tries to always get you to at least smile, his mom said smiles are always nice, but if you don't-- he understands. He just wants to feel less awkward, since he is a very vocal person with emotions, so he wants to at least share experiences.

When you do show a little emotion, he is beyond the moon happy, so he falls deeper in love with you. Don't worry, one smile is worth his lifetime, and he swears by it. Deuce was never the demanding type

Understanding of your act, and will not force you to show emotions. He wants you to be comfortable around him :)

jack howl

Jack gets it, he knows emotions are something you can use as a leverage. So he always gets the sentiment of your annoyed sighs

When you both started to date, he always tried to find a way to understand your emotional needs. He's good at reading you, thus, it made your lack of emotions not a problem.

When you do show a hint of emotions, he always perks up and pats your head. Jack is such a gentle soul, so he gets excited over the smallest moments.

Overall, Jack doesn't much have care of your lacks, he understands and gives you an alternative to express your emotions

epel felmier

He acted like Ace, he tries to provoke or at least bug you for a reaction. That was how your friendship/rivalry began.

The moment you entered the relationship dating phase was where he lessened his insistence of you showing your emotions.

Epel tried to understand your lack of emotions, and may have tried to give a crash course of your emotions, but he later just shrugged it off.

Epel soon learned how you are, and just rolled with it. He did hop back to ask for a reaction before leaving it, just demanding some kisses and all for compensation.

Overall, he is fine with it, he has a hard time understanding completely-- since he is also vocal with his emotions-- but he loves you either way.

sebek zigvolt

He screamed at you and was confused why you just stared, like it was weird on his part. So he grew to he intrigued by you.

When you both started getting to know each other, he felt like he still won't understand the whole "not showing" emotions-- until he realized that it's your way of living.

Dating you, without much feedback, was scary for him at first. After all, since he is not used to be reading cues, he always asks for reassurance for the lack of your emotional response.

He learned to cope with it, when he found out love languages of all kinds exist. Sebek studies it and try to find out what you do.

Sebek doesn't mind, he was scared at first, but now he gets it. Just, give him do reassurance and love, he'll be fine.