#pretend you're someone you're not towards a person you'd ideally like to be in a relationship with?

[leatherbookmark]

but also re: lrb, it kindasorta vaguely reminded me of this article. super recommended if you want to spend five minutes in utter bafflement

[sakis-sweets]

Since requests are still open, could you please do an Itachi x Uekiya fanfic :). I love seeing a tough unapproachable person being swooned by someone who's basically the opposite of them.

yes omg!! i couldn't work on this for a while bc i was busy but oml i laid in bed thinking about this!! are we ready for some angst and comfort?

With enough force to make the surrounding bamboo tremble, Itachi tumbled backwards and hit the ground. Budo stood over him, shaking out his wrist. "I gotta hand it to you, Zametora-kun, your endurance and strength are incredible."

Itachi swiped his fist across his mouth to wipe off the blood from biting his cheek. "But?"

"But nothing. It's just a compliment."

Itachi jumped to his feet, jabbing his finger into Budo's chest. "Don't pretend like you're the bigger man, asshole. In your head, you're probably spouting bullshit about how I'm wasting my potential without martial arts."

"Nothing as crass as that. Just that you lack technique. Because of that, you shouldn't be so quick to criticize my club members." Budo gestured to Sho, who was watching the match with Unagi. Sho returned to Budo's side and the two of them left the Japanese garden. Itachi stood in one spot up until they left, staring down at the ground.

Unagi slowly approached him. "Hey, man, let's-"

"Don't fucking talk to me like we're pals," Itachi warned. "Get lost or I'll show you that brute strength Masuta was talking about."

Unagi bristled at the harsh words. "I can't wait for Rito-senpai to finish her training," he muttered before heading to the locker room. After a few minutes, Itachi slowly trudged out of the garden, but rather than turn left to get ready for the sports club meeting, he turned right towards the school's exit. He couldn't face his members in this disgrace. Especially Mantaro, who idolized Budo the way he did. He was embarrassed and enraged; why had Budo challenged him just for giving his club member a little smack talk? Sho needed to be taken down a peg, anyway. His ideals weren't realistic. Budo didn't need to demolish Itachi's pride for something like that, surely. He couldn't even take solace in accepting defeat; instead he'd gotten mad and antagonized his opponent. Even his own club member was sick of him. Things couldn't continue as normal; not for today, at least.

As he wallowed in his rage, he heard a gentle voice. "Zametora-kun? Is that you?" Itachi looked up to his right and saw Uekiya standing at the entrance to the gardening club, hugging a potted flower to her chest. When their eyes met, her face melted into a radiant smile. "It's so rare to see you around here, but it's a pleasant surprise. Is your club not meeting today?"

Itachi bared his teeth in a painful grimace. "Leave me alone."

Uekiya tilted her head, somehow unfazed. "Did something happen?"

"I said to-" Itachi interrupted himself when he caught sight of the plant in Uekiya's arm. "Shouldn't you be wearing gloves before handling a plant like that?"

Uekiya glanced between the flower and Itachi, a sparkle growing in her eyes. "So you know this flower?"

"It's a Japanese iris. Even touching it can hurt you."

Uekiya smiled brightly. "I never imagined you'd know so much about flowers! You're right, I probably should have put gloves on. People have been talking about a cat wandering around the school grounds, so I was in a rush to move it. It would be horrible if the cat chewed on it and got sick!" She eyed Itachi carefully. "Would you like to help me decide where to put it?"

Itachi scoffed and looked away. "As if I care what happens to a damn cat."

"Well, I'm going to move the plant regardless, but I need to pick a spot where it'll get enough sunlight and look good with the other plants. A second opinion never hurts with this kind of thing!"

Itachi glared down at the ground. He had no reason to play along with something silly like this. But he was also this close to punching something. He needed some way to soothe his nerves. His shoulders slumped as he sighed and turned to enter the gardening club.

"Oh, thank you!" Uekiya said enthusiastically. Itachi surveyed the club, taking stock of its layout. The other members were around, but after casting one glance in his direction, returned to their respective tasks. If they felt intimidated or repulsed or even amused by his presence, they didn't show it.

Over the next half hour, Uekiya and Itachi tried their best to find a spot for the iris, but instead wound up discussing all of the other plants conserved in the gardening club. Akademi's resources had given the club several challenging plants with which to test their cultivation skills; including the seeds of an incredibly rare Middlemist's Red. When they finally chose a place for the potted iris, Uekiya spoke up, "You know, you remind me a bit of this flower."

Itachi reacted immediately. "Are you seriously comparing me to this weak thing?"

Anyone else might have flinched, but Uekiya giggled as if Itachi had been joking. "Irises aren't weak! They're so well-guarded that you shouldn't even touch them, let alone consume them. It's hard to appreciate their beauty when they make it so hard to get close, but if you're brave enough, you can see all the details that make it special." Itachi stared down at Uekiya, who was gazing up at the blooming iris. "Do you know what irises mean in the language of flowers?"

"Uh... it's purple, so royalty, right?"

"That's right! But it also means respect." Uekiya beamed up at Itachi. "I deeply respect you, Zametora-kun. You're so devoted to improving yourself. But every now and then, I hope that you can give yourself some time to stop and smell the roses as well. You can always come here if you need to. After all, the roses are right over there!" Uekiya laughed at her own corny joke, but Itachi didn't say anything. He was too taken aback by her honest admiration and desire to cheer him up. She didn't judge him for liking flowers as a man, or for his thorny personality. He'd never felt so accepted by anyone, not even Asu Rito.

As Uekiya's laughter died down, Itachi spoke quietly. "I will... come back some time soon. Show me more flowers like this."

"I'd be happy to," Uekiya said with a soft smile.

"Uekiya-nee!" Himari called out. "We're all done here, so we're heading home. Don't stay too late!"

"Goodness," Uekiya exclaimed, "Is it that time already? I'd better lock up the shed and head home." Uekiya began fussing about the garden, leaving Itachi frozen in place.

"Um... can I help?" he awkwardly called out.

"That's alright, Zametora-kun! You can go home if you'd like."

But he didn't want to go home.

"I think I'll stay... maybe, uh... walk you home?" Uekiya stopped suddenly, turning to look at him in surprise. Itachi immediately backpedaled. "Because there's rumors about a psycho going around, you know?! If something happens to you, you can't keep your promise."

Uekiya smiled, her cheeks dusted with pink. "Thank you for your protection," she said brightly.

The journey home was awkward, but it was the start of many other offers to escort Uekiya home. After all, they both knew that all kinds of blossoms needed careful tending to.

Even blossoming feelings.

[seeraplimau]

Mood: I am very very very sleep and tired.

Writing this just a way of escapism, you could say. I have like a lot of list in my brain to do but when you're sleepy, it just dooze. Masalahya I AM TIRE ALL THE TIME. So all of the list dah berhabuk since September :')

BRB chugging my vitamin B as we're speaking lol.

Life sucks, you live then you die. Though the intermission in between determine what kind of death you'd enjoy. Were you nice to your friends? Have the encounter between you and a stranger bringing good impact to the world? Talking about stranger, I am still suck at saying morning to people. I don't know, I guess where I am, greeting strangers is not very ideal. We all looks normal inside but god forbid what we did the last 2 hours. I stumbled to an old tweet where a guy was practicing black magic in his apartment. He look like any other guy you walk passed by honestly. So, maybe I was just being paranoid and project this view to everyone I see on daily basis. Maybe. Today as I was walking to my work, I smiled a bit, like not even a proper smile to the guy sat next to my workplace and he said something to me(?) like I tak dengar actually. Probably, "kerja sini ke?" something like that. And it kinda, make me uncomfortable??? hahahaha cannot explain. That question only acceptable from the makcik who you always see every morning tbh. Like I'd answer them genuinely. I wish man would learn more manner and idk shame. Make Matriarchy a thing!!

I saw on news about a former badminton player who post an Islamophobic statement. I think it sad, sad that we still leave in a prejudice nation. Few weeks ago, a hockey player got suspended for a racial comments too. Sad. I do feel like it a deserve action. Racism shouldn't be excused. But, an equal teach of why slur shouldn't be used should also be implemented. Maybe we have, in sivik's class, but we should make it more exclusively to Malaysian. Why this slur is bad and so on. I don't think anyone ever told me professionally why I shouldn't call anyone k*ling. YES NO ONE EVER TOLD ME THAT. I just learn that it would hurt people, common sense-ly. Empathy. Would I be glad being called that? Does people have ill attention by calling me that? What is the root problem that I 'have' to say the word? I ask myself that. The 'war' between nation of SEA, specifically between Malaysia and Indonesia is a never ending. People shouting "ind*n balik rumah" is like a common thing you hear. It sad. Saying this why lavishly eating your nasi geprek. Hipokrit. We should, have more empathy. Towards ourselves and people surround us. After all, we all, is all we have.

Changed. I do think it's unfair for us to judge someone act, especially if it something they did 5 years ago. 5 years ago was not long, but so many thing could shift. So many. You can still see the line for social distance purpose on eateries. Fascinating. Yah on people, we change, and god forbid us to get dox over something we did in the past. I said racist thing in the past, but for the love of god I was 14. Why are you picking a fight with a kid. Thus, I always find myself to excuse someone action that they did in the past. Sometimes, well most of the time I dont care lorh, so cam whats the point. BUT some action I cannot just forgive is bullying. I hate kids who bully each other sooo much. Tak kesah-lah they have a fuck up childhood ke, to the point they're acting "alpha'. I hate them and I would never forgive anyone who did that. I don't think forgivable is something we all should aim for. We connect, say sorry, and if the person not going to forgive you, we should just move one. We don't deserve someone forgiveness honestly. Nobody do. I remember one of case at my high school, a girl pretend to be a boy to ask some inappropriate picture from her girl classmates. That is fuck up. Even from a 16 years old brain, I know it's not a right thing to do. What a sickos. Fuck her.

[hungrycharizard]

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairings: Raihan x gn!reader Tags: very slight angst, foul language like twice, kinda sappy Raihan at the end but not really Rating: SFW

"you could at least pretend to be nicer!" you finally snap, fully and wholeheartedly fed up with his public persona.

you'd been standing at the sidelines of the dragon gym turf, conversing with Raihan while he waited for the next poor competitor to come along. fans leaned over the safety railing, cheering and shouting for a small sliver of attention. all eyes on him, Raihan fed into the personality everyone loved from him. which, meant being a douche to you. apparently.

he doesn't flinch. he doesn't apologize. he fucking laughs.

"c'mon, dollface. lighten up a little, you're overreacting." he barks, hands proudly on his hips as he stares down at you.

you jab your finger into the thick material of his hoodie, "i've had it with you! i quit! have fun finding a trainer with enough patience to put up with you."

and with that, you turn and walk out on him. the crowd that was close enough to witness it, gasped. you saw many rotom phones watching you as you stormed off. Raihan sounded unphased as he turned towards his followers, uttering total nonsense. tears pricked in your eyes, he really just didn't care. whatever. that's on him for losing you. trainer after trainer have walked out on him, you lasted the longest for a couple years.

you stomped down the steps, ignoring the agent guarding the bottom. the wild area was quiet and peaceful, unlike the stadium. you didn't stop walking, but you do take a deep breath to try and collect yourself. fuck him. you don't need him.

the more you wandered through the fields, towards the station, the more you regret walking out. then again, he didn't even need you. if you and him hadn't managed to form a friendship, you probably would have been fired. you stood at the station doors, wondering if you should go back or not.

last call for the final train heading towards Wedgehurst meant you had to make a decision, and quick. so you bought your ticket at the kiosk, and headed for home. every notification on your rotom made you check, hoping it was Raihan. it wasn't. whatever. you waited for a text from him the whole ride home, even opening your messages with him a couple times to say something. you chickened out every time, at a loss for words.

the sun was setting by the time you got off the train, making your way towards your home by the Slumbering Weald. you hoped Hop wasn't home. you didn't need him questioning why you were home this early when you walked by his house.

people bid you hello as you passed through Wedgehurst, most knowing you because of your career. you only gave a curt nod as you all but rushed home, wanting to just be done with the day. tears welled up again because you just kept thinking about the fact you quit. you wouldn't be around Raihan anymore. he was an asshole but you really did enjoy his company.

nobody was out when you passed by Hop and Leon's house, luckily. you weren't in the mood for questions. the small pokemon living in your garden out front chirped as you walked by, but you didn't acknowledge them. as you unlocked the front door, your rotom chimed. you ignored it, locking your door behind you. flicking lights on as you went, you made your way to your room. you made quick work of getting changed into pajamas, throwing yourself onto your bed in defeat.

your rotom chimed again. and popped up to hover over your face.

this time, it was Raihan.

dragon boy: i'm sorry 5 min dragon boy: i'm coming over 1 min

you scoffed.

you: doors locked. now

you shooed your rotom away. Raihan wouldn't walk his happy ass all the way here. he has no reason.

today had gone less than ideal. you'd start searching for more work tomorrow. if you recalled correctly, Leon was in need of a trainer. you sighed and rubbed your face, acknowledging the fact you needed to shower, and that you shouldn't have put on your jammies yet. as you got up to go shower, someone knocked at the door.

"there's no fuckin' way…" you muttered, trudging towards your door with cinched brows.

lo and behold, when you opened it, there was Raihan… looking uncharacteristically guilty. you scowled, and tried to shut the door. Raihan shoved his foot in the way, forcing you to open it again.

"look, i'm sorry. i really am." he sighed, rubbing his neck in shame.

you cocked a brow. you sighed, shook your head, and stepped back in invitation. he followed, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets as you shut the door.

"it's pointless apologizing, i see your rotom isn't out. you'll get no fame for this." you snark, bumping past him to sit on the couch.

you give him your best upset expression, crossing your arms with a frown. you've never seen Raihan look so sincerely guilty. he stands in the middle of your living room, looking around as if he's never been here before. he looked nervous, very unlike him. and, he had no companion. usually flygon was always at his side, just as your luxray always was. then again, your own luxray was in her ball.

you nod towards the empty cushion next to you, "don't stand there and make a bigger fool of yourself than you already have."

Raihan sits like he was told, looking everywhere but you.

"why are you he-" "please don't qu-"

you both stop talking. you nod, letting him speak first. he sighs, fixing that ridiculous headband he always wears.

"please don't quit, everything is already in shambles without you. i didn't realize how badly i needed a trainer." he says, finally meeting your eyes.

you scoff, "i'm tired of your shit Raihan. i can't stand getting treated like shit every day because you want to keep up your bad boy persona. i love you but not enough to be pushed around like that, i'm sorry."

his eyes light up. "you love me?"

your mouth snaps shut and your cheeks flush. you had admitted what he didn't need to know. you lean back, stuttering over a bullshit lie but he leans in and follows you, snaking a hand behind your head and one on your cheek. you're shut up when his lips land on yours, your eyes fluttering shut when you eagerly kiss back. you cave in for a moment, enjoying the movement. but then you pull back, angry.

"if you think you can try and use my affection for you against me-" you snarl, pointing a accusatory finger at him before he cuts you off.

"i love you too. i came to tell you that but got nervous and made it seem like i was coming to apologize and beg you to come back."

this time, you pull him in. fisting your hands into the collar of his hoodie, you yank him back to you and kiss him with as much vigor as he had. he cups your face, and you could feel him smile into the kiss. smug bastard. you let yourself indulge for a moment more before pulling back. Raihan nearly whines.

"listen, i love you, but i'm exhausted and need to shower before i can be smoochy smoochy because i will be very upset if i go to bed without showering." you explain, holding his face in your hands.

he smiles, turning to kiss one of your palms, "i'll be waiting when you get done."

you gave him a final quick, sweet peck before getting up and making for your bathroom, cheeks flaming and mind giddy. you left the door to your bedroom open, stripping before getting in the shower. the water heat up quickly, but you were washing before then. you wanted to be out, as soon as possible.

when you got out, wrapped in nothing but a towel, you spot a familiar mass of clothing on your bed. Raihan's hoodie?

you don't question it, putting it on an immediately drowning in the scent that was just so him. you nuzzled into it, stupid lovesick smile plastered on your face. you can't believe all it took was you quitting for this to happen.

finding your warmest pajama pants possible, you scrubbed your hair dry before almost running back to your living room. there Raihan was, in a black tanktop and his signature shorts.

"hey, dollface." he purred, and you scowled.

"don't call me that. you use that mockingly all the time." you say, flopping onto the couch and into his side.

you lean on him in silence, but it doesn't last long.

"so… do you still quit?" he finally asks.

you sigh. "no. i'll be at the gym, same time tomorrow."

[goatchulu]

jealous! lucifer x gender neutral! reader

Genre: fluff, ig? slight smut in the end.

Fandom: obey me!

Prompt: you find yourself in a fake relationship, and now you're introducing your "boyfriend" to the demom brothers. they don't take it so well, especially lucifer.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of harassment and stalking, they make out in the end, reader's gender is unmentioned for your imagination (and inclusion).

lucifer takes another swig of his whisky, a slight burning sensation lingering on his throat. no matter the amount of alcohol he consumed that night, he couldn't escape the bitter feeling that was left inside his chest.

the two of you have been hitting it off pretty well for the past few weeks, if he could say so himself. the harmless complimenting and the subtle glancing had turned into ardent flirting and shows of affection overtime. you two were finally going somewhere with your mutual pinning, or so he thought.

lucifer didn't think his small (not so small) crush on you would lead anywhere, really. nor did he think you would reciprocate his infatuation. but with all the friendly interactions you had of late, anyone would assume you two were together in a romantic light.

now look, lucifer prides himself as a person. he was assertive, efficient, productive, level-headed and the voice of reason when stress is most prominent. but as a lover? lucifer wasn't so sure. he assumed you'd like someone more jolly and eccentric like mammon or someone more confident and charismatic like asmodeus. he didn't expect for you to even spare him a second glance when it came to the dating game. lucifer was a busy man after all, and he wasn't the most expressive when it came to emotions; not very ideal for a lover.

but what lucifer also did not expect was for you to bring home a common demon boy and introduce him as your significant other.

let's just say that all the built up tension and courting were all ruined by a single dinner party.

you had gathered all the demon brothers earlier that morning, claiming you had an important announcement to make. you went as far as inviting diavolo and his loyal butler, barbatos, to spend the evening over for dinner. they thanked you for the invitation, but they unfortunately, could not attend because of their hectic schedules.

lucifer, on the other hand, was more than happy to accept your invitation (though he was quick to cover up the smile he held when you came up to him). seeing as he already lives under the same roof as you, anways. his happiness would soon be diminished and grinded into dirty, pathetic, dust, though.

lucifer's eyes narrow as mammon's loud laughter bounces off the walls of the dining room. lucienne, your "boyfriend", had managed to crack the demon up with one of his silly stories about a strange elderly wizard that sold expensive medication made out of fairy wings that turned out to just be bedazzled dragon fly wings. he worked wonders with the avatar of greed, considering the fact that just a moment ago, mammon was cursing in jealousy and resentment as you sat with your newly introduced boyfriend.

luficer would've told mammon to shut up, but he feared saying something far more vulgar out of anger. the previous tension was already eased into a more domesticated athmosphere (credits to lucienne's charm and humor), lucifer didn't want to ruin dinner for his brothers, and especially not for you.

i mean, lucifer felt betrayed, he felt used and-- and played. how could you lead him on like this? but deep inside, he knew there was something else. he felt disappointed, he felt defeated, he felt crushed, he wished he'd done something sooner before this lucienne stole you away from him.

but anyways, back to the dinner party.

"you seem unusually quiet, lucy." asmo teases from across lucifer's seat. the phrase seems to capture everyone's attention, all eyes now on the grimacing and glaring lucifer.

"asmo's right, you haven't uttered a word since lucienne arrived, lucifer. is something wrong?" you chime in, causing lucifer to perk up. the thought of you worrying about his state sent sparks into his heart, but they were quick to disappear when lucienne asks him the same question.

"i'm fine." he replies to your concern, unable to hide the venom that strung on to his words. this only causes asmodeus to snicker, and leviathan to sink deeper into his seat. everyone else watches in concern as lucifer downs another glass of demom whiskey. you're about to ask him again, unsure about his reply, but he stops you before you could even form a word.

"i said i'm fine."

the air is tense, until eventually, mammon gasps out of nowhere. "don't tell me! lucifer is jealous!!~" he repeats in a sing song manner, only irking lucifer even further. no one else speaks up, the whole situation akward enough.

after a while, though, lucienne speaks up. he gestures at mammon, especially. hoping to stop the demon from escalating the situation. "hey mammon, wanna hear about that one time i accidentally professed my love for my eight grade math teacher?" mammon only settles back into his seat, ready for another laughing fit. the avatar of pride snaps at this, slamming his fists down the table before abruptly excusing himself with a "i have something to do."

he spares you one last glance. his heart aching with guilt from the way you had lowered your head in shame. lucifer didn't want to make you feel like he owned you, or that you weren't allowed to be with someone else... he just, he has enough reason to justify his anger right now and he really wants to dwell in it. he turns his head away from you, biting his lip to contain the guilt and pain that was threatening to seep out. he doesn't turn to look back as he walks away from the dining room in long and rushed strides.

lucifer walks down the dark hallways of lamentation, familiar with every nook and cranny the mansion had. he sighs in relief as his palm reaches out for a familiar door. it creaks as lucifer walks into his room, sounding just as glum as lucifer is.

he heads straight to his paperwork, silently hoping that they would provide him some sort of comfort. he tries to focus on anything but the thought of you or your unavailability, his mind barely processing any of the words that were printed out in front of him. he groans, his hands pulling on his jet black hair in frustration.

i mean, he should've expected this. lucienne was everything lucifer thought you would love. funny outgoing, caring, expressive, charismatic, a smooth talker and he looked at you with utmost respect and admiration. i mean, who in their right mind would choose old-schooled lucifer over the flawless lucienne?

you deserve lucienne and although lucifer thinks that no one in the three realms could ever deserve to call you theirs, he still thinks that lucienne is more deserving of you than lucifer could ever be. what were you doing to the poor demon? he was never one to admit defeat like this, and he especially wasn't the type of person that'd lower themself like this.

his rollercoaster of thoughts are interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. his ears already familiar with this particular knocking pattern. he can't help but straighten himself up, suddenly aware of the way his hair is all sprawled out. he slicks it down with saliva, muttering a small "enter" soon after he finshes checking on his appearance.

his mood lightens just a little bit at the sight of your face. as much as lucifer wants to hate you right now, he couldn't possibly feel that way towards you. never, not in a quadrillion light years.

you sit down in front of him, a genuine look of concern on your face. this makes lucifer visibly frown, catching you a bit off guard. "i wanted to talk to you about something, lucifer." his eyes grow curious and a bit hopeful, wishing it were about something that would distract him from the current situation or give him even the tiniest bit of closure.

"it's about lucienne." and once again, you manage to crush all his hope with only a few words. lucifer swears that if he hears that name one more time, he would personally shove your lovely boyfriend down the deepest depths of the underworld.

you watch his brows furrow and his fist tighten on his quill. lucifer looks far from happy to hear you talk about your significant other right now. "look, i know you'd rather not hear about lucienne again, but it's really really important and i want you to just hear me out. just this once, please?"

lucifer couldn't stand the pleading look you were giving him. your puppy eyes were a weapon that you used on him often, and they always managed to work. a tired sigh leaves his lips, if it meant getting it over with then he'd listen. "fine," he snaps, not before rubbing at his temple in obvious distress. he's said fine, but his body language told you otherwise.

"someone's kind of harassing lucienne at the moment. stalking him, giving him unwanted gifts and constantly professing their love for him when he's told them multiple times that it made him uncomfortable. they're an admirer of some sorts. i'm posing as lucienne's lover in hopes that they'd back off for a while, but i wanted to see if you and diavolo could do some actual help. it's worrisome, really. and it's been stressing lucienne out for the past couple of weeks. pretending to be his significant other is the most i can do for him, i hope you understand."

lucifer only freezes in shock, guilt washing over him all so suddenly. you call out for him, effectively snapping him out of his short daze. of course you'd offer to help lucienne out, you've always been a kind person. in lucifer's eyes, atleast. he coughs into his hand, avoiding eye contact with you as he degrades himself for his previous selfishness.

"of course, i'll do my best to make sure this harasser is punished. the school and i will ensure that lucienne won't be seeing this stalker anytime soon. just keep supporting him like this, i suppose. tell him he can sleep here for the night. thank you for informing me about this." you smile at lucifer's response, relief overwhelming your senses. if this meant that lucienne was finally going to be safe and unbothered, you were overjoyed.

you jump at lucifer, thanking him, all the while, squeezing the life out of him. his heart races impossibly fast at the gesture, and you can't help but smirk at the red that tainted his cheeks. "just so you know, i still like you. and only you, lucy."

his breath comes to a halt. he was no longer able to contain the butterflies that crowded his stomach; shock and well, pure bliss apparent on his face. "does this mean i can kiss you?"

"do anything as you please."

lucifer lunges at you. capturing your lips into a hungry and impatient kiss. his hands roam all over your torso, looking for anything he could hold onto. he settles for your waist and you drape your hands over his shoulders. heaven knows how long he's been waiting for this moment.

he manages to stumble through his room, leading you two to his bed. you part as he pushes you down to sit at the end of his king sized bed. he grins at the sight of you, disheveled and thirsty for more. the avatar of pride couldn't help but be excited for the faces you'll make in the unholy endeavors he's planning for you. he'll devour you, tear apart every innocent limb you have in your body. his imagination runs wild as he thinks of the many ways he'd mark you as his, exhibit you to the world and spread you wide open for his contenders to see. for them to know just how pathetic and needy lucifer could make you in an instant.

he bends down to kiss you again, pushing against your tounge with his own. he squeezes your thighs, digging his nails deep into the skin under the cloth still covering you. groans and grunts leave your lips as he countinues to caress your plush thighs.

as you two part, panting, a newfound possessiveness overtakes lucifer's eyes.

"you're mine."

[wonunuu]

iris beauty ❀

18: unexpected night

✎ synopsis: falling for a guy is never easy, especially when your best friend of many years basically claimed him; you and mina have been friends for as long as you can remember, but your loyalty and trust are tested when she asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she had been talking to online and you unintentionally start to develop feelings for him.

✎ genre: romance, angst, comedy, fluff

✎ pairing: reader x yoon jeonghan

✎ word count: 1.5k+

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After your short ten-minute break, you exit the locker room and head to the front counter, notifying your co-worker that your break had finished and that you were going to take over. Walking to the front counter, you greet a customer who was patiently waiting. 

“Good afternoon! What can I get you today?” you ask the woman, whom you’ve probably seen before. “Just chai latte, please.” She smiles. You punch her order in, she hands you the money and you take it, placing it in the cashier machine. You give her the receipt and her order number, then start preparing her order.

As you give her her latte, you are surprised to see a familiar face, carefully inspecting the menu. “Thank you!” the woman says before exiting the door. 

“What are you doing here?” You inquire. Jeonghan smiles at you, “Well, I was thinking we could go out tonight if you're free?” 

“So you came here knowing that there's a possibility that I wouldn't be free?”, you asked, a little touched at his subtle act of kindness. He nods. Putting his kindness into consideration as you contemplate whether to lie and say you have plans or, to tell the truth, and agree. 

Jeonghan bites the inside of his cheek as he awaits your answer, but lets out a breath of relief when he sees you nod. You agree for three reasons. One, not to make anything seem suspicious. Rejecting his offer to take you out will most likely make him suspicious as the real Mina, whom he’s been talking to, would say yes. Two, if he’s taking you out then that would mean you’d be eating real food, and not instant noodles that have been in the kitchen cabinets for God knows how long—they’re probably way too long past their expiration date. Third, you did feel bad that he travelled long distances to come to your workplace to ask you—as Mina—out on a date, knowing that you might not be able to go.

“I still have forty minutes left before I clock out, though”, you inform him, wiping the counter. 

“That’s okay. I can just wait ‘till you finish. It's my fault for coming here without notice,” Jeonghan nervously laughs. “But I’d like something to drink while I wait.” You smile, shaking your head out of amusement. His shamelessness never fails to make you laugh. Jeonghan fondly stares at you, proud of himself for making you smile. 

“Pick any, it’s my treat.” You tell him as you fiddle around with the cashier machine, preparing to put his order in. Jeonghan’s ears perk up at your words, specifically on the last three. He excitedly scans the menu again and picks a drink of his choice. You instruct him to sit on the empty table placed in the far corner of the room. Immediately, you start making his beverage, meticulously measuring the ingredients, and once finished, you walk to where he was seated and give it to him. “Thanks,” Jeonghan mutters before taking a sip, and you watch intently, waiting for his reaction. Jeonghan frowns, you start to get worried. “Is it not good? I can make you another one—” 

“I’m just kidding, it tastes amazing.” You were cut off by Jeonghan suddenly wrapping his free arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into your stomach. You were taken aback by his actions but quickly reminded yourself that this is normal between couples—not that you and he are together, but you as Mina and he are together. Saying it in your head, you realize how confusing this whole pretending thing really is. 

You roll your eyes and smack his shoulder, he lets out a yelp in response and rubs the spot, trying to ease the sting.

He giggles, “Go work now.” You give him an “okay” before leaving him alone for you to continue working. 

“So where are we going?”

The two of you walk out to the cafe towards his car. Jeonghan tried to hold your hand but was saddened when you hid them in your pockets. Nonetheless, he brushes it off and continues to walk beside you. 

“Uh,” he thought, looking up. “We have a few options, actually.”

You reach his car and he opens the door for you, acting like a gentleman—a tip from his friend, Joshua. You mumble a thank you before going in. He closes the door and jogs to the other side to go into the driver’s seat. 

“A, we go to the movies,” he waits for your reaction. You shake your head, he looks confused. “I thought that was what was your ideal first date?” 

You shook your head again, “I changed my mind. Tell me the other options.”

He clears his throat, “I—I actually don’t have anymore… I assumed you were going to agree to the movies.” He nervously admits. "I wanted to seem cool, you know? Like I have things planned." He looks at you hesitantly, embarrassed at his confession. You laugh, a little louder than intended, he laughs along. 

“I can't believe you. Let me look up some fun places we can go.” You say, emphasizing the word ‘fun’, Jeonghan rolls his eyes in response. 

Three long minutes have passed, lazily scrolling through your phone. Jeonghan, too, had his phone, looking for possible destinations that could interest the both of you. 

Earlier, you both discussed and agreed that you wanted something interesting to do on your first date; not sitting on some chairs watching movies. When you were about to give up, something caught your eye. You gasped, causing Jeonghan to whip his head at you. 

“There’s a night fair not too far from here! We need to go, please Han?” You excitedly squeaked, not knowing where the nickname came from. Jeonghan smirks at you, “New nickname? I like it.” Taking you by surprise, he grabs your free hand and places them on his cheek, caressing them gently with his thumb. “Give me the address, let’s go.” 

The two of you walk tiredly around the fair after playing dozens of games. You knew about each other's competitive nature, so the competition in trying to win the games came naturally. You personally think a little competition made the games more enjoyable. 

You'd say you guys are tied; even. You had won the ring toss, gaining a mug as a prize. He won the dart game, it turned out his aim was as accurate as cupid. Et cetera. 

Now, you were trying to find something to fill your growling stomachs. There were many food booths open and you had been walking around for what felt like hours. You couldn't seem to find the right booth that offered the food. Until Jeonghan suddenly grabs your hand and pulls you towards a booth around the end of the road. 

“Oh my god,” you almost scream out of joy. “How did you know?” 

“It's my favourite too.” He tells you, smugly. 

"Hello, can we get two nakji bokkuem, please? Thank you." He orders the food while you look around to find a table to sit at. Despite the number of people, you luckily find a free spot. You walk to the empty table, leaving Jeonghan to wait for the food by himself. 

As you observe the boy from your seat, thoughts flood your head. You were suddenly worried about what Mina's reaction would be when you tell her that you, pretending to be Mina, have been meeting up with Jeonghan while she was gone. You weren't bothered about being caught because you were sure that you were going to pull it off. But one thing you fretted about the most is his reaction when Mina tells him the truth. Mina had told you that when she would come back from her trip, she would tell Jeonghan everything. You were scared for your best friend; you don't want her to feel heartbroken. 

You push your thoughts to the side when you see Jeonghan approach, food in his hands. As he takes a seat, he wafts the smoke from the food towards you. You close your eyes inhaling the smell, causing your mouth to salivate. 

"Here you go." He places the plate in front of you and takes out your chopsticks. 

"You know I can do that right?" you laughed, taking the chopsticks from his hand. 

"I know, but I want to do it for you," Jeonghan chuckles. 

The table became silent when the two of you started to eat, of course, a few comments and giggles here and there. But the two of you were too focused on eating the food, that you forgot about each other's presence. Until Jeonghan started choking on his last bite, and you being you, you stayed seated laughing as you watched the boy struggle.   

"Why didn't you help me?" Jeonghan whines, rubbing his neck. 

"I was!" You exclaimed, trying to hold yourself from laughing further. "Moral support, you know?" you continue. 

Jeonghan is out of words. "Laughing at me as I choke is not moral support!" He cried.

Your night was definitely unexpected, in the most possible good way. Spending your free time with Jeonghan was so amazing that you forgot you were even pretending to be someone else. Though you do feel guilty, you console yourself by saying that you were doing it for your best friend. 

[fairycosmos]

chloe darling :( how do we leave toxic friends behind :( i wish i had the strength to walk away but i dont like being lonely but im also tired of being treated like shit :<

hmm i also struggle with this so i totally feel you and also i think anything i have to say might have a few blind spots so grain of salt :( but ultimately i think it's about deciding what ur own boundaries are and forcing yourself to live by them. if you don't feel like you can walk away all together right now, then let it be something you're working towards instead. it's usually not as black and white as just "cutting someone off" when it comes to complex interpersonal relationships - though ofc i do encourage that if they're treating you like shit - but i understand it's not always that simple. i think it's a good sign that you know what you need/want to do, and the fact that you're aware of it means you do have the strength to go after it. whether it feels like you do, or not. you have your own choices to make, and that's where the power is. even putting some distance between you and this person is a good place to start, just to help you gain some perspective, and to give you space to breathe.

going back to the boundaries thing, what helped me a little was setting some basic ground rules with myself. for example: i am not going to stay in this conversation any longer if i am just going to be disrespected. i am not going to put anymore energy into seeking validation from someone who is dead set on hurting/misunderstanding me. i am not responsible for other people's cruel behaviour. i choose who i allow in my space, and under what terms. etc etc etc. the problem is, even though i decided to start thinking like this a while back, it's taking a lot of practice and fuck ups for me to actually be able to enforce even one of these boundaries in reality. it's really, really hard and it's a lot of active work that goes against what is comfortable for ur low self esteem. so don't be hard on yourself if it takes a while to really start aggressively and instantly implementing the conditions you decide on! just try to prioritize them however and whenever you can. the bottom line is you do not deserve to be treated this way, and you know that. it is completely unacceptable. try to defend yourself the way you'd defend a mate from this sort of disrespect, and live by that.

also, i hear you. being lonely is fucking awful and it's completely natural to crave togetherness and companionship, but when it comes down to it - the pain of feeling alone is a lot easier to work through in the long run, than the pain of being abused/mistreated is. not that either scenario is ideal, and i know it's extremely difficult. but there's more satisfaction to be found in protecting your own peace than there is in pretending to be friends with someone whose toxic. im manifesting praying hoping etc that with time you will find the support system you truly do deserve, no matter how long it takes to build. whatever you decide to do, i hope it's with your own wellbeing in mind. that's the most important thing. hugs. x

[genshin-scenarios]

thank u, in that case i couldn't wait for this one haha—i think scaramouche in the yokai au could be really interesting!

i definitely have one more request and maybe one after that but we'll see~

A/N: You really did big-brain with this request 💃💃 I was debating between kitsune or bakaneko Scara for this one, but I still have some ideas that weren't mentioned in the fic so I'll put them in a reblog!

Word Count: 800+

“Are we sitting around any longer?” Scaramouche drawls, eyeing the doorway disinterestedly. You note, in exasperation, that he’s laying down on his stomach, head propped up by an arm. “We have our intel, now we can just get the job over with.”

You give him a similarly deadpan expression. “No, we have to set up our trap first. Just because you’re bored doesn’t mean you can just set the site on fire.”

“It’d be quicker.”

“And ruin our objective.”

The bakaneko holds your gaze for a few seconds, his tail waving in the air behind him, before he finally huffs and sits up properly. His ears were concealed, as usual, by the hat he dons almost every hour of the day.

Sometimes you wondered just how old Scaramouche was, with a tail that long. The first time you met him he’d saved you from an ambush of other yokai - it seemed odd for someone that unmotivated to go through the effort, to which you find out he was sent over by his ‘master’ to assist you in your travels.

How a person even found out about your motives, you weren’t sure. The business of protecting all beings from destructive spirits and humans alike was a niche discipline in itself (seeing as it wasn't even a job description, simply a path you'd chosen to take.)

But for all his narcissistic and annoying traits, Scaramouche has proven to be dependable. Not to mention quick-witted and good at blending in with humans… Once, under the light of a full moon, the both of you shared a few drinks - you admitted that at times you thought your presence held back his potential, that he could likely pull off your missions better alone--

He’d stopped your words with a warning look. ‘Then just get more powerful, idiot. Don’t you dare ditch me after I’ve run around with your stupid ideals for so long.’

Ineloquent of him, no? But Scaramouche is the most honest when he’s blunt. That’s something you learned quite early on.

“Then what do you suppose we do next, partner?”

You raise a brow at him. “There’s a festival tonight. We’ll take a shortcut through there and take a left into the forest. Their campsite isn’t too for from that point, I’ll catch them off-guard in my attire, pretending to set off a lantern in the wilderness for personal reasons. It’ll draw a couple of them out.”

Scaramouche’s lips curl into a smirk. “Are you picking up tricks from me, now?”

A memory of him disguised as a cat flashes through your mind. He did like to take advantage of his appearance. “What makes you say that?”

Your playful smile causes him to shake his head as he stands up. Scaramouche walks past you toward the doorway, and you feel a tug at your wrist. 

For a moment you're surprised it was his hand, instead of his tail which was often used instead (he liked to call it a makeshift leash, 'so you don't get lost.' This started as a jab, but has turned into a habit of sorts - Scaramouche's way of confirming your presence, perhaps a form of reassurance, even.)

Amusement glimmers in his eyes as he casts an illusion, hiding his cat-like features. “You talked about a disguise, right? Your old kimono won’t cut it. It’s damaged, remember?” You were about to argue that it’s fixed now, to which he tilts his head at you. “Appearances matter. There’s a shop selling reasonable clothes nearby, we can make it before the mission.”

“Motivated, are we?” You let him guide you along the street nevertheless, away from the temporary lodgings you’d rented. “Is this where you went last night while I was talking to the client?”

“I was surveying the area, it seemed more productive than listening to your conversation.” He returns lightly, observing the daytime crowd. "And it's not like we don't have nightly meetings anyways to debrief important things."

You place a hand on your heart, "I hope you don't end up leaving me more often just because of that."

"Of course not," Scaramouche pushes open the shop doors. "You'd probably get attacked while I was gone. With how much trouble you get into, I sometimes wonder if you were actually the bakaneko instead of me." He smiles wryly.

"Nice things never come out of your mouth, huh?" 

If it isn't for the circumstances, you might think his answering smile is charismatic. "Being nice is tiring enough with other people."

You roll your eyes. "I'm touched to have the honor of seeing your real self."

"You should be~ Normally only my targets share the same sight."

"Charmed," The shop-keepers take notice of you both, prompting the end to the conversation. "I'll keep that in mind."

If it wasn't for his genuine, redeeming moments, you might've just pegged Scaramouche as a first-grade prick.

...But seeing the thoughtful manner he's surveying the fabrics with, it's hard to really hate him. In truth, he has his own way of being kind and sweet, if only you have the patience to stick around to witness it.

And seeing as he's your partner-in-crime for the foreseeable future, time is something you can afford.

[marveloushiddleston]

The Monster Within

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Chapters: Prologue / Chapter 1

Plot: After the last fight against Thanos, the task of the remaining Avengers was done. And a new team of Avengers must now protect the Earth from a new unknown force. Together with SWORD, Wanda, Vision, Doctor Strange, Carol, Bucky, Sam and Loki, who must first prove himself on Midgard as a team and face unknown enemies.

"Thor, you can't be serious," Loki rages, running into the meeting room with big strides, "You really want me to work with these idiots? What do you expect me to do."

"Well those idiots are in the room with you and they can hear you very well Loki," Stark says, his right arm was in a sling around his neck, red scars were across the right side of his face as well as across his neck, although the burn from the Gammer radiation was slowly starting to heal, but they were still very visible. Tony eats another goji berry from the bag before turning the opening to Loki, who still has his eyes on him, "Would you like a goji berry."

Loki snatches the bag from his hands. He ate one of the berries and screwed up his face in disgust. A mischievous grin crept onto his lips.

"Loki, whatever you're going to do, don't," Tony warns him, "I'm warning you."

"What if I don't fear you?" he asked Tony purely rhetorically, looking at him. Loki let the bag disappear in green smoke before Tony's eyes.

"A simple no to the berries would have sufficed," Tony says to Loki, getting up from his seat, "I preferred you dead, rock of ages."

"Well lucky for you I'm not dead, because if I were, I promise you wouldn't have survived your little blip. It's only thanks to me that your daughter doesn't have to grow up without her father," Loki says, slightly angry.

"Thor must have refreshed your information," Tony tries to guess, casting a quick glance at Thor, "But as much as I hate to admit, since it was my last pack of goji berries, you're right and for that I will forever owe you and now that it looks like we'll be working together, albeit not actively. I'm just the guy who pays for everything. It's probably better if there's peace here."

"Tony, I think it's time to head home if we want to be there by dark. Morgan and Happy are certainly waiting," Pepper explained as she opened the door of the room and joined the small group. Pepper looked at Loki and after a moment Pepper turns her gaze back to Tony with a smile, "Besides, it's better if we give these two some space to talk."

Pepper supports Tony slightly as he was still a little weak on his feet as the two leave the room. Loki to the windows in the room and looked out at the bustling city that continued beneath his feet without even one of the people looking up. Would the Midgardians ever forgive him for what he had done? Or be able to see him without prejudice someday? It may be that he had suffered and lost enough, but was it enough to gain forgiveness from them?

"Brother, you have no choice but to work with the new Avengers, it's either that or imprisonment in a cell in a maximum security SWORD prison and I think you've had enough of spending your time in jail. You have to understand Loki, here on Midgard you are still seen as a war criminal by many. Being a part of the Avengers would help improve your standing on Midgard."

"And you, Thor? What will you do?" asks Loki as he tilts his head and clasps his hands behind his back.

"Rocket has offered me a ride. I decided to accept the offer and go with the Guardians. Brother, through all of this," Thor says as he makes a circular motion around the room. Loki realized he meant the situation with Thanos, "Did I realize as long as I pretend to be someone I'm just not, I can't find happiness. I need to finally be who I am and I hope you will succeed as well. “

"And Asgard? What's going to happen to Asgard? They need a king.", Loki frowns.

"Well Brunhilde will lead it...", Thor calmly explains and shrugs his shoulders. Loki opens his mouth to protest that Thor wants to leave the throne to her, but before Loki could utter a sound, Thor raised his hand and silenced Loki, "But only until you prove yourself here on Midgard. Once you have done that, you will become king of Asgard."

"Are you sure about this?",Loki staggers back as if someone had shoved him backwards with a powerful shove.

"Yes.",Thor says and you could hear the conviction of his words in his voice, "You are and were born to be king, Loki. I would trust no one else with the welfare of Asgard but you. You know what it is to rule as I never could and I failed at it. ", Thor says and almost Loki gently on his shoulder, "I know you can do it. Be the man I know you are."

"I'll miss your optimism, who would believe in me but you?" he asks dejectedly, lowering his gaze to the ground. The sadness in his voice was unmistakable.

"Mother. Mother told me.", Loki lifted his gaze and looked at Thor with a confused expression. Thor smiled slightly, "When I traveled back in time, I met Mother. She saw the good in you and believed in you until her last breath. Loki, I can understand your situation. And I know that all this isn’t ideal or easy, but it is the only way, brother, how you can show everyone the good in you, that you are not the same person as eleven years ago. That you've grown from your mistakes, that you've changed."

"The Asgardians will never accept me as their king after my little charade as Odin," Loki walked over to one of the chairs at the table. He pulled one of the chairs toward him, the chair legs scraping across the floor.

"I disagree , you'd be surprised what people can forgive when you show him you deserve it and you have five years to change their minds about you," Thor leaned against the wall and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"A whole five years?", Loki asks, sitting down on the chair. He put his head down in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked up at Thor again, "You expect me to live here for five years?"

"Loki, I believe if you integrate well with the new Avengers, SWORD will shorten the five years and you may be able to come to New Asgard in less than half a year and take your rightful place on the throne," Thor said, "Besides, you should cut your hair."

"Ehehh! Should I?" asks Loki with a laugh, "Now who will be fighting alongside me on the new Avengers team?"

"Let me introduce you to the team.", Thor opened the door and walked with Loki down the hall to a larger room that looked like a living room. As Loki and Thor entered the room, the Avengers got up from their seats and turned to face the two brothers. The team consisted of: Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Carol Danvers and Doctor Strange.

"Avengers," Thor explains, “This is Loki.“

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun," Loki says mischievously.

A/N: My tag list is open, post in the comments if you want in it. And please also write me in the comments what you think of the chapter!

[shibalen]

♡︎ 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @madeofsaltiness

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haikyuu: 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 i match you with . . .

𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒋𝒊 !!

hi i'd like to nominate another couple as wholesome pls ♡︎

the main reason why i matched you two up is because you sound like a very reliable and inspirational person—the kind of s/o Akaashi really needs imo. and for you, his patience and acceptance makes you feel like you're safe whenever you're with him.

it is your passion for what you love and will to strive towards your goals that aid Akaashi in looking forward, to overcome his own doubts. despite being shown to be composed, he too holds many insecurities. but he really wants to become a person who can be by your side when you embark on new adventures.

he understands your shyness and we know he has patience beyond most. open up to him at your own pace, he'll accept all of you with open arms. it's all right if you can't always express your emotions because Akaashi quickly learns how to detect your real intentions to avoid misunderstandings.

putting two overthinkers together may not sound ideal but i believe having someone who understands your constant stuggle be there for you is very comforting.

somehow Akaashi seems to find the right words for every situation. if by some rare chance he can't, however, he's always there to ease your overthinking nonetheless, even if it's just hearing out your thoughts or distracting you from them.

so i think it's beautiful how you'd help each other relax ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

your love languages would thrill him as well. especially in the beginning of your relationship when he'd get flustered by your encouraging (and flirty ;)) words and soft touches. he'd pretend not to be phased or throw back an equally sweet/teasing gesture, but he totally enjoys your attention.

i think his personal preference on showing love is focused on quality time and acts of service so there would be many varying displays of affection, but that is completely fine because both of you understand and love each other ♡︎

𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈*:･ﾟ✧

ok this is timeskip but just imagine

Akaashi helping his poor mangaka do research for a shonen dance manga. and they find you, an incredibly talented hip hop dancer more than willing to help contribute to the story.

you give them interviews, describing your ambitions and what goes through your mind when dancing + show them cool dance moves for inspiration!

you actually end up getting your very own character in the manga! it was Akaashi's idea since it would add realness to the story and because you were just that incredible. he only stated the first reason tho :)c

you loved the whole thing and were a loyal follower of the weekly releases. every now and then Akaashi would ask you to check up if everything was in character. you'd meet up in a café or a park but somewhere along the way your topics began to digress.

eventually you found out you were both overthinkers which you found funny because neither of you would have guessed that of the other.

it was after that discovery and chats about your pasts and dreams that Akaashi noticed your cold demeanour gradually melting away. you began meeting outside of work, having realised you might have found a very special person (っ˘ω˘ς )

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔*:･ﾟ✧

i can definitely see Akaashi helping you with procrastination, giving you gentle yet firm reminders and motivating you. but he can very well be scary if you, despite his suggestions, ignore him. it's all from the heart though—he just wants you to succeed and be free from stress :'(

he'd be very interested if you taught him Spanish or ASL. he's a quick learner and as you show him the basics it helps you remember them as well. you could be leaning against each other on the sofa while watching a movie or cuddling in bed and Akaashi would straight up ask how to say something in those languages.

not the most romantic thing to do at times but he is quite blunt. however, he'll gladly give you headpats and kisses too without shying away. after getting used to it, he'll give you all the physical affection you need ♡︎

a very cheeky couple. your witty remarks and jokes often make the other laugh or at least crack a smile. he does tease you about getting jealous easily too but won't go overboard. he usually follows it up with an incredibly sweet gesture like kissing your forehead or holding your hand a little tighter.

"rest assured, dove. nobody can take me away from you."

also the couple that people go to for advice. that's all. it was your idea to playfully charge everyone at this point.

whether just the two of you or with a group of friends, you both usually end up packing too much for a trip. i can just imagine you showing the weird gadgets to each other and completely understanding why it is absolutely necessary to bring them along.

adding to that, taking lots of fun and pretty pictures together as you travel !! one time while in Greece you caught a perfect shot of him getting his snack stolen by a bird. you didn't let him live it down until the next day on a hike he took a shot of you while the wind was whipping hair into your face and you called it even hehe.

your dates would include: picnics on the beach, chill and classical stay-at-home dates with movies or crime series, walks or hikes in the nearby forests of course, and writing poetry together can you imagine?? that's the height of romance god i wish that were me ;-;

𑁍 𝒋𝒆𝒘𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒙

— favourite memory with you

that one "casual" evening call that stretched into a "3am do you think pidgeons have feelings" discussion. Akaashi had called you to ask about your day and did not expect to lose track of time so quickly. before either of you knew it your conversation had drifted into something much deeper. then slowly you grew more tired until you were sharing jokes and silly stories. Akaashi had work the next day but that time spent with you was worth it! his colleagues though were slightly concerned when he showed up in such a good mood lol.

— favourite activity to do together

coming up with themes for both of your writings! i feel like Akaashi would write a little in his free time and although you do write different things, it's always fun for him to discuss different ideas with you. it's an ideal way to learn what you're thinking about and spend time together. he especially loves it when you get excited expressing your thoughts ♡︎

— favourite place to kiss you

okay okay i feel like Akaashi would love kissing all over your body and giving it the attention it deserves (pfft this is a sfw blog i promise—) but if he had to pick, it'd be your hands and anywhere on your face. hands because he tends to fiddle with them a lot and face because you're precioussss.

— favourite nicknames to call you by

for Akaashi, of course, the most romantic name he can call you by is your own name. it carries more imporance and depth than any other term of endearment. but i will say he also like the traditional names like dove and love. gosh, just picture him calling you by those names with his melodic voice while holding you close . . .

— favourite thing about you

it has to be your willingness to be there for others! Akaashi values hard-work and kindness. the fact that you go out of your way for another person's happiness really makes his heart go boom boom for you (ゝω･)

♡︎ runner up: Asahi Azumane

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:��� *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

bnha: 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 i match you with . . .

𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒂 !!

ooh this one was super easy to decide (๑˘︶˘๑)

i matched you with Mirio mainly because with your values and personalities being similar i believe you'd make such a fun couple!

honesty, ambition, kindness and dislike for bullying are traits that you share, so your relationship would be built on solid foundation. you're both hard workers who want to improve for your dreams. honestly, you'd get along without a hitch!

after you warm up to him it gets even better—dull moments between you would be nonexistent. not only does he love your sense of humour among many things, but also how trustworthy you are. he knows you are always there for him if he needs to pour his heart out.

Mirio is an open book so if anyone can show you how to express yourself, it's him. not that he'd actively try to make you do anything but it's just watching him from the sidelines, so comfortable and full of life, that makes you want to learn how he does it??

easy-going as he is, Mirio doesn't mind your stubborness. he probably even joins in to joke about it with your friends lol. the only topic he doesn't budge on is your (or anyone's) safety. as much as he trusts you, if he deems the situation too dangerous, he won't make compromises. he doesn't want to lose you pls. otherwise he's happy to let you have your way ( ´ ▿ ` )

you guys sharing the same love languages is the cutest! a day won't go by when Mirio doesn't praise you or tell you he loves you in some form. he's a huge fan of holding hands, cuddling and casual touching too, a little needy even. of course, the big teddy bear picks you up randomly at times or when you ask him to. would totally lift you up into the air to surprise you and laugh.

"(y/n), you're a plane, ahaha!"

"Mirio, i love you but you scared the living hell out of me. please don't do that again."

stealing kisses is what he excels at as well ♡︎

𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈*:･ﾟ✧

you were both 3rd years at ua so you knew about each other to an extent.

but your first real meeting happened at the hospital, after the battle against Overhaul. you had come down with a higher sort of fever and the doctor decided to admit you there for a few days just in case. because the hospital was *cough* conveniently *cough* nearly full you got the room next to Mirio's.

by the time you were both well enough to walk around you met while making your way outside for fresh air. you knew about the tragic incident of Mirio losing both his quirk and mentor so you really didn't want to say nothing despite your shyness and lack of details.

you could tell he was doing his best to put up a cheerful act so you wouldn't feel awkward. that just made you feel worse though and determined to speak up.

he was grateful for you trying to be there for him although the attempt did come out a little clumsy. it warmed his heart and he could tell you were a kind person ♡( ◡‿◡ )

you walked through the hospital grounds, talking about the little things and keeping the atmosphere light before heading back to your rooms. it had been two hours.

those kinds of coincidental meetings kept happening. you were both glad to have someone to talk to outside visiting hours because quiet nights could easily get lonely. for Mirio, you were an important part of helping him recover mentally as well. while everyone else came to talk to him about the heavy impacts of the battle, with you he could forget about his saddness even if was for a moment.

bonus: later on you realised you liked him and began acting coldly towards him again whenever you happened to see each other. poor bby Mirio was so confused when you no longer laughed at his jokes and talked a lot a less (just when he thought you were opening up to him :(( ) until Tamaki explained the possible reasons behind your behaviour. precious boy was so relieved and even happier when you gradually returned to being yourself ♡︎

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔*:･ﾟ✧

Mirio gives surprisingly good advice too, except sometimes his explanations might become a little too enthusiastic so you have to translate for yourself or others what he means. the best person to give you a motivation speech when you're procrastinating or cheer you up when overthinking! he's been through similar emotions and doesn't want you to bear that burden too.

when all else fails you can always count on him for a warm hug and a corny joke ♡︎ just pls feel better soon.

on a lighter note, you have tons of inside jokes, some of them which are really random. you could be walking down the street, see a cat crossing the road, look at each other and burst out laughing. rip Tamaki who just tagged along for some takoyaki. Neijire totally loves you two for it tho and thinks you're adorable together.

Mirio insists you come train with him but damn his training regime is wild. you refain from anything that may break your muscles and rather cheer him on from a safe distance. he gets very smiley and motivated when you do! still, you guys go on light runs together twice or thrice a week in the mornings and it's such a peaceful time (o˘◡˘o)

being so popular naturally means Mirio has many admirers, although but few of them are romantic. he doesn't completely understand why you think that's a problem because having an eye for anyone but you has never crossed his mind to begin with. nevertheless, he does everything in his power to assure you he'll always be with you!

he would definitely get into dancing too if you showed him the way. thinks it's so cool how you can move your body like that! though he's flexible you have a good laugh seeing how clumsy he is in the beginning. you listen to hip-hop together and i know for a fact he cried the first time you showed him your music. he was just so happy ( ; ω ; )

your dates would include: going out to eat in new restaurants/trying out new foods, you guys never miss a festival i swear, summer day countryside walks across fields, babysitting Eri nights, arcades where he once won you a stuffed plush so big you couldn't see ahead of you and stay-at-home nights that start out chill but end with pillow fights hehe.

ꨄ︎ 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒙

— cuddles with you two are simply the softest. whether laying on the grass in a park or in your bed, there is nothing more relaxing than having Mirio's arms around you as you laugh at a dumb joke.

— you can't tell me this hasn't happened at least once |ω-`)✧

— i know i already mentioned festivals but these dates with Mirio would be magical. they'd bring out your inner child. together, you'd create memories you hold close to your heart for decades to come.

— Mirio's passionate when it comes to both is ambitious and you. his kisses and touches are always full of love to convey how he truly feels about you ♡︎

♡︎ runner up: Best Jeanist / Tsunagu Hakamada

hi hi!! here i am once again changing the matchup format, i hope it's okay! with the haikyuu matchup there was actually a funky story where i had chosen Asahi first and was halfway through writing the whole thing when Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra came on my spotify and suddenly i decided it had to be Akaashi instead. i think i got possessed :D

but anyway, thank you for sending in a request and being patient with me! i appreciate it :') i really hope you like your results and take care of yourself. good luck with your classes too ♡︎

[minyoonkeeks]

Pairing:Jin x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Summary: It was one thing to love him in secret, but when you think he might like you back it changes everything. (90% Fluff, 7% Angst, 3% I don't know what this is)

Warnings: None really, there is 1 mention of throwing up for like a second and a few mentioning anxiety but nothing serious

A/N: This is the first fic I've ever decided to write. I hope it resembles him a bit, but it was fun writing. I don't know if I'll continue either, I just hope I did Jin some justice (:

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Becoming his friend always felt natural, kind of like mac meeting its cheese, or peanut butter finding its jelly. He was sweet, funny, goofy Seokjin. 2 years younger, but no one could ever tell the difference. He was smart, where it counted. He hated bugs, was extra competitive, and loved marvel as much as you. That made your friendship fun. You would chill in his apartment, play endless games of super smash, and compare recipes whenever you found something new you'd want to try. Because you came from different social groups, it seemed odd at first to your friends. They laughed when they couldn't picture it being real.

"No way _____! Do both of you just have pout monologues? Because I would hate to be in the middle of that blab fest!" Hobi joked as he pictures both of you endlessly going off on each other. You both have certain quirks and apparently over talking was one of them. The more you guys interacted when you were all together, the more your friends didn't believe it.

It wasn't until the first time you had all gone to the movies together as a group. Seokjin sat next to you and you could have sworn all the girls gave the biggest groan, making you turn beet red and Seokjin laugh awkwardly. But once all of your friends realised that's exactly what it was, a friendship, they were quick to stand up for it, because there wasn't anything more. Even when your girlfriends started noticing him.

Sometimes, a lot of times, being his friend was hard. He was a 10 everywhere he'd go, regardless of how nerdy he came off when he spoke. When he wore his dumb round glasses around his beautiful face girls would swoon saying that he looked like a lawyer. Sure, he'd never win with his dumb logic, you thought.

When he would have to attend a fancy dinner in slacks and the same blue button up with white stripes on the sleeve citing that it made him look longer even though you swore he was a whole nother you taller. "Look, you just have to go with me, no one else is fun, and they won't bug me if you go instead." He would insist, telling you his parents didn't mind if it was you going instead of another date. That would sting, you were never the date.

When he'd sit and play guitar to pass the time between picking you up from work and your coworkers would stare out the window and wonder when he would notice them. "How do you even function with him, ______? You clearly have the worst taste in guys if you don't find him attractive" one of them would say. 

"Yeah, sure, if you think gumby limbs are attractive." You'd scoff back, even though deep down you knew he was. Those were the most annoying times. Being Kim Seokjin's friend was definitely not easy.

"Hey, hurry up, we'll miss the next screening of Thor and I don't want to miss the credits!" Jin yelled from the lobby, making everyone turn and glare at how loud he was being, at least until they saw his face and proceeded to gawk at him.

"I know, I know, nerd. I don't get how you can watch this for the 5th time in theaters. Like you have a huge TV at home, why rewatch it here?" You quipped grabbing the popcorn from the attendant who just glared at you for calling Jin something other than Worldwide Handsome.

"I already told you, there's nothing like rewatching it with people who get it. And you know you get it or else you wouldn't have come with me anyway" he teased, making that pout that makes your heart flutter a little too much.

Those were most days with Seokjin and sometimes you couldn't take the stares from everyone. The ones that said "Hey why is that short girl hanging out with Jin all the time? He looks like he's babysitting." "Isn't it her though? She's the delusional one, he's way too good to cut her off though, I bet it's pity." You would overhear. You get it. It wasn't ideal for some tall, gorgeous albeit weird man to be hanging out with you of all people, but Jin didn't care because you were friends... friends. That's it.

And yeah, it hurt sometimes, seeing him go on dates, or staying at his apartment when he would tell you to wait for him, even though he was out with a girl 10 times prettier, he always came back alone. Always came back to you.

You had become a confidante for him. Someone who knew a little more, but didn't judge no matter what he did. You were the cool friend, the one everyone could depend on to be there, the one everyone joked to Jin about when they'd tell him to go look after his noona, and you, being as awkward as you were, always played it off when you'd see the pink hue in his cheeks. It never crossed your mind to think any different of him until your regular movie night Wednesday. 

You were binging Lord of the Rings on his couch, in your cookie monster pajamas left over from last time while you sat next to Jin, tired from working all day.

"I guess an office job can wear you out." He chuckled.

"Definitely in more ways than one. My brain can only take so much annoyance from everyone. I just need Aragorn to murder a few orcs and it'll make me feel 10 times better." You said yawning, while Jin just stared at the TV hands on his knees. He seemed out of it for some reason, but your day being as long as it had you didn't want to pry. Sometimes Jin liked silence, and this was definitely one of those times. 

As you watched the elves on screen, bow and arrow shooting towards the dark, you started dozing off on a pillow placed near his lap. You could feel his fingertips rubbing your scalp the way you had mentioned your mom did when you had a hard time sleeping. You could hear him humming a song, your favorite, especially because he had written it for your birthday last year. Things like this made you wish sometimes that people wouldn't joke the way they do. That it wasn't weird for you to be friends, because Jin got you. He knew you were quiet some days, and extra loud others. He knew when you just needed someone to lean on, and you hoped that's what you were to him.

And there in the quiet, as you were almost asleep, you heard him. Three simple words.

"I love you."

It felt surreal and incredibly intimate. But even though you wanted to look up and tell him you loved him too, you froze. Eyes shut, breathing heavy, and panic setting in. You didn't know what to do. You can't tell if he just meant it as a friend. And if he did then you'd lose him, the one person to make you feel like you belong when you really didn't. He kept stroking your head and you told yourself it wasn't a big deal, that you would pretend to sleep, until sleep became real, and in the morning you'd leave just as friends, how it's always been.

When you wake up, you feel really uncomfortable, not being able to get anything out of your head. Over thinking as always, and if this was any other situation, Jin would be the first person you'd tell. But that obviously wasn't possible, so you got up and grabbed you things, said an awkward goodbye and left him cooking pancakes for the both of you.

"Are you sure you don't want any?" He yelled as you were already opening the door to get out of his apartment.

"No it's fine. I forgot I had a meeting to get to and I have to go change and get ready. I'll text you later." You yelled back, trying to sound casual, and not like you were on the verge of throwing up from the anxiety.

You texted him that night and told him you needed to focus on work, that you'd have to go to a few meetings after and you wouldn't be able to meet up. His demeanor never changed, it was always silly Seokjin, always calm,cool, And sweet Seokjin.

JIN: Hey, no worries you're fine. I have to go to a few dinners too, but since you'll be in meetings I'll have to take Hobi or Tae, they're the only ones that like these events anyway.

YOU: Thanks, you should take that girl that you took last time though or you'll end up old and alone. :P

JIN: Maybe, not sure. I'll text you later though, bye!

It was fine right? You would be fine. And he would go out and be his normal charming cool guy self. Just like always. You just needed a moment to get back into the friend zone. And although you'd just lay in bed and lie to him about where you were, you knew eventually you'd have to see him. 

So the day came, well, he more so showed up at your apartment at two am and you couldn't really avoid him. When you opened the door, you don't look up, even though he towers over you. 

"____ what's wrong?"

You can hear the hurt in his voice as he says your name, and yet, you know that if you look up he'll see right through you. So you stare at his feet.

"Nothing just tired from work. What's going on?" You mumble, trying to keep your composure as you look up as him for the first time. He sighs and looks away, scratching the back of his head, trying to figure out what to say next.

"What did I do? Are you mad? I just, I don't know why you're avoiding me, and you tell me everything. So I can't fix it if I don't know what's wrong." He tells you quietly, as if he was reassuring himself to you. That your friendship meant more than just a few races of Mario Kart or a permanent plus one that he didn't have to explain more than just, "yeah, she's a friend." And everyone would just get it, no questions asked. 

But suddenly you were in his arms, and you can smell the fresh cotton scent you've become so used to. You can feel his warmth when he presses into you and you can hear his heartbeat pounding into your ears. 

It wasn't like you didn't miss him, you did, too much for a friend though. And how were you going to break it to him. That you, the one who's supposed to be the cool noona, who doesn't mind just being friends, was in too deep? How could you tell him so he just gives you time to be his friend again? Because losing him would be way worse than anything else thrown at you.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you wrap your arms around his torso in response to his sudden hug. It was second nature to do so, but this time it just felt like it was the last time and you wanted to hold on as long as possible. He brushed your hair with his fingers, and swayed side to side because he knew that made you smile. You took a deep breath, not realizing you had been holding it in since he had first leaned against you.

"It's ok, _______, hey I'm fine, you're fine, nothing's wrong. I know you need space sometimes, but I can't have you lying to me about where you are when we tell each other everything. I didn't mean to scare you. Hey, it's ok don't worry." He pats your head and holds you close realizing for the first time that you're crying. You clear your throat and back away from him wiping away your tears with your sweater paws, trying to regain a little sanity.

"I wasn't lying, I'm just ... tired." You tell him sounding coarse, more tired than you knew. "Work is overwhelming and I just needed some time to myself. You know me, I..."

"No, you don't,not from me anyway. You don't and I know because I know you _____, like the back of my hand I know you." Jin said, sounding louder than he meant to. Taking a step back and breathing once before continuing, "But, I get it. I'm not sure why, but I get that you need space from me." He looks down and sighs, making your heart break a little more each time. He pinches the bridge of his nose and you know it's his form of keeping a level head. He does it when he's mad, or worse, when he doesn't want you to see him cry. 

He looks at you one more time and you can tell. He's tired, and his pleading look is something you thought you'd never be the cause of. But, what's worse? Leaving it here, or telling him the truth and watching him walk out, for real this time?

"Just... give me 2 more days. I just need 2 more days and I promise I'll come back. I just... I just need 2..." you stare at him, but with your own pleading look this time, you words soft and sad. For what, you don't know. Maybe the end, realizing, it might be the last time he visits you?

"Ok, ok _______. 2 days, but when you come back to me I want to know. I really do, whatever you give me. I'll accept it, just like you do to me. No judgement, no worries. But please, 2 days, come back." He grabs your hand and rubs along your wrist, a sign of affection he was used to giving you as he goes in for one more hug. This time he holds you a little tighter, maybe even a little longer, before he clears his throat, takes a deep breath and turns to walk to his car.

You stare at him going down the sidewalk and breathe, 2, 3. He's almost gone ______, and then you really need to get your shit together before you really lose him, you chide yourself silently.

Jin turns and waves, nodding once for goodbye while he smiles softly. His cheeks puff a little in the lamplight and you can see a glare. There was no way he was crying was there? You'd only seen him do it once when you dared him to eat your grandma's salsa that had a little too much jalapeño causing him to cry out in pain. The confused look you had, made him stop for a second before getting into his car and leaving towards his home.

Lying in bed, you kept twisting and turning, feeling way too hot to sleep and nothing could fix it. You walk to the kitchen and pull out some food, but it just gives you nausea thinking about what just happened so you settle for the milk and cereal.

Why'd you have to be so suspicious looking? Like you did something you weren't proud of? I mean, being in love with your best friend isn't a crime, it's just, not common, especially between you two. You went over the scenario in your head again, thinking about what you should have done differently so you wouldn't have to tell him the truth. You look at the cereal and look at the almost empty carton of milk before you grab a bowl and throw everything in trying to stuff your face and forget. 

2 days, 2 days, to figure out how to tell Jin that you love him in a way that isn't the same anymore. And it's all his fault, his, and stupid Lord of the Rings, that you promised to never watch again if this didn't fix itself.

To say that you were productive in trying to figure out the best way to tell your best friend that you were in love with him was a complete over exaggeration. You lied in bed, eating snickers, listening to old Taylor Swift songs- that you hated, but Jin thought were cute, and cried into your pillow like a maniac. There were moments of clarity sure, where you'd write, or at least begin to write, Jin a letter of things you wanted to tell him. Maybe give him a pros and cons list of being your friend still, but you always came up short, Both literally and figuratively. It was frustrating because at the end of the day, Jin had everything. He had his best group of friends, he had girls fawning over him, he had a stable family, a bougie apartment, and a great job. All you offered were some really intense matches of Capcom VS Marvel, and we all know, Jungkook would be a much better opponent. But here you were, trying to figure out where you went wrong, why you had to take his confession in any other way than platonically, and therefore ruin your friendship.

Day 2 came by after a sleepless night. You called Jin and told him as cool as you could that you'd be at his house no later than 8, and to be ready with Captain America Winter Soldier because it was the best and he couldn't change your mind.

"Yes, I get it. Bucky is your dude, no need to rub it in. Don't forget though" his voice getting softer, "I miss you so hurry up"

"Yes I know, you can't live without me and life is unbearable because you have no one warm to cuddle to. Although, I should definitely charge for being your own personal teddy bear." You laugh, as calmly as you can, nerves on the other end running towards you throat to make you sound cringier than normal. 

7 o'clock came and you got ready. Jeans and Jins sweatshirt, not that he would care. Most of them ended up in your house and consequently on you because you liked that his long arms made the perfect sweater paws. You put your hair up in a bun and you told yourself once more through the mirror, "Hey, it isn't the end, everything goes, and if he does too, you'll survive". You nodded to yourself and put the best fake smile you could as you walk towards your car and get in, driving to your version of the end of the world.

Jin opens the door and his eyes light up in the best possible way. You always admired that about him, his true emotions always on his sleeve, and today, you hoped that his eyes would stay like this even after your confession. 

"You gonna let me in or do I have to shove my way through?" You smile as best you can, telling yourself, only a few more minutes until it's all over, just breathe, you'll be ok.

"Nah, you can fight me first!" he teased and went in for a hug. You inhaled his scent like it was the only oxygen you could ever need in life. It was odd, he didn't let go, and although you hated the thought of doing it first, you knew you had to, so you rubbed his back a second went in for the kill, tickling him in his ribs when he least expected it.

"Really!? Wait, no stop! STOP IT YOU WIN!!" He yells as he pulls you in for another hug, He breathes you in for a second, relaxing, "I really missed you. This was way too long, and I don't know how I survived without you" he sighed, his shoulders slouching into you, even when he could easily engulf your whole body in his large frame.

You blush pulling back and patting his arm in the friendliest of ways, "Back at you! Let's go watch Bucky be a beast!" Hoping that he didn't see you cringe to yourself as you said it.

What a dork, you murmur to yourself as you sit on his couch, knocking your shoes off one at a time. You sit cross legged on the sofa waiting for the movie to start before Jin turns off the screen.

"Hey" he says as he sits in front of you on the floor in the same exact way as you. You look at him, a sneer in your stare as you grab a pillow and throw it at his head. He chuckles as he turns away trying not to get hit. But as he turns back you can see the look in his eyes. It's the same one he had 2 nights ago, and it's the one you knew would come back today.

"Yeah, what's up" you tell him, tilting your head to the side,hoping he can just see the tension in your face and leave it alone.

He stares at you for a quick second, thoughts floating in his pupils about what move to make next.

He gets on both knees and gets close to your face, startling you frozen in front of him. You can feel him breathing on you, and you don't know why, but the sudden urge to cup his face with your hand comes out snd you're rubbing your thumb across his cheek. 

He holds your hand within his and closes his eyes for a second, and you can feel him shaking slightly. Is he nervous? Does he think you'll leave him on purpose? I guess it's now or never.

"Jin, I.."

"I know, and if it makes you feel better, I do too."

"Lies, you don't even know what I'm going to say. Do you always have to win? I mean I try my hardest and it's not fair when your fingers are longer than ..." and his lips are on yours, effectively shutting you up from saying something even more stupid than you already had.

You look around the room, feeling like it's spinning, holding on for dear life to his sweater collar because if you let go you'd collapse. 

You close your eyes and and scrunch your face trying to burn it into your memory. A kiss, that's all this is, but it's not. It's his kiss. It's dorky, nerdy, handsome, beautiful Jin's kiss and it's perfect, just like him.

You slowly wrap your hands around his neck as he breathes you in, turning slightly so you can be more comfortable and pulls back to smile at your dumbfounded face. You keep your eyes closed hoping it wasn't just a figment of your imagination before you hear him chuckle, his stupid Jin chuckle.

"What? Why are you laughing? Is this funny to you? How?! How rude" you aim to slap his arm, but he catches it and grabs you by the waist pulling you in for a hug.

"Don't ever do that again, you promise? It wasn't fun, and I don't know if I scared you when I told you I love you because I thought you were sleeping, but I really meant it." Jin kisses your collarbone as he nuzzles into your neck.

"I didn't know, I really didn't, but I'm glad I do now. This anxiety was killing me, and literally the only person I could tell was Tae and we all know how weird he gets when we talk about our feelings. I mean, remember that one time I-"

"Just, here, -" He places another kiss on your lips, then your cheeks, your nose, and your forehead, effectively making you mush. "At least now I know how to really shut you up when you start your monologues"

"Oh shut up and come here" you smile and you pull him up to the couch and snuggle with him under the blanket. 

This was the one thing you didn't think would happen today, and although you lost maybe 10 years from the anxiety alone, it was definitely worth it, you tell yourself as you look at him while he's singing along to the marvel theme song. 

That's my nerd, my Jin.