#she spends all of her life either starting from scratch on being a person as an orphan in albero

[jamessunderlandgf]

🖊 + ⚔🩸faustina🩸⚔

FAUSTINA was gifted her name by his holiness escribar. she was an orphan and didn’t have one, so he gave her the name faustina, which means “fortunate”— which. is ironic. because she certainly is not fortunate. he thought so as a sick joke, of course.

how fortunate for her to have been found and given purpose, praise the miracle, etc etc but she is NOT living laughing or loving cs she’s in a constant state of having to prove herself and not once has it worked in her favor. the single time that it does is when she’s DYING.

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for the books | jeon wonwoo

summary | wonwoo's students seemed intent on matching him up with a fellow teacher. he didn't really want to stop them, it was too funny for him to break up their fun. plus, he didn't mind the certain someone he was being "set up" with. genre | fluff, teacher!au warnings | none, i think let me know! word count | 2.2k words pairing | jeon wonwoo x fem!reader min | lowercase intended i literally put off my other works to write this! delulu era to the max! i advocate for women in stem!!! also! this is like an american high school-level setting. lily is so out of pocket LOL (believe it or not there is a girl just like her at my school). this was 100% self-indulgent

"mr. jeon!" his student lily called. "so you're telling me that after all that, she still hasn't kissed him?" he looked up from his desk and looked over to his obviously distraught student. "lily! i didn't even finish it yet!" her friend mina yelled at her.

"i'm sorry! it's just so crazy how they didn't even kiss! even after they made up and he said all of that to her!" lily huffed.

"what did he say to her? i haven't gotten there yet either," daniel piped in.

"just read it! i'm sorry i brought it up in the first place," lily sighed and pulled out the worksheets she was supposed to complete after reading the book. he shook his head and went back to inputting grades into his computer. it was silly to think lily was just going to do her work. "mr. jeon, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked putting her pencil down. he paused momentarily, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "dude, that's so not cool for you to ask mr. jeon," daniel complained.

"what? we're reading this romantic novel, is it not fair to ask our english teacher if he's in a relationship?" lily replied, crossing her arms. "i mean we have to be reading this book for some reason."

"maybe it's just a part of the curriculum," mina rolled her eyes.

"do you seriously think mr. jeon is sending us subminimal signals about his love life through the books we're reading?" daniel asked.

"i don't know! maybe!" lily said. the three of them continued to argue back and forth at their table. wonwoo should probably stop this before the other students get irritated with the trio. "guys, i can assure you, i am not sending any messages about my love life. please get back to your work," wonwoo cleared his throat. he heard a disappointed noise, but pencils went back to scratching and pages started flipping again. soon it was the end of the class period and everyone was packing up. it was just lily. "next time, please refrain from asking personal questions in class," he asked.

"yes, of course. i'm sorry mr. jeon," lily bowed her head.

"it's alright. it can just be a bit distracting for your classmates. let's try to be more considerate."

"will do," she said, turning on her heel.

"oh and lily, just between me and you," wonwoo paused. "i don't have a girlfriend."

"he said he wasn't in a relationship!" lily cheered. daniel stared at her baffled, "didn't he say not to tell anyone?"

"yeah, but i mean, he must know that i'm going to tell you guys. you guys don't seem as nearly as excited about this as i do."

"why would we be? he's single, it's not like you have a chance with him or something," mina commented.

"no! ew! i would never try to go after a teacher, are you crazy? i'm saying that this is a perfect opportunity for us to get mr. jeon a date!" lily practically squealed.

"a date? with who?"

"with miss ___, of course! who else? haven't you guys ever noticed that they spend almost every lunch period with each other? they're so cute together!"

"maybe they're just planning classes or something," daniel shrugged.

"um, hello? mr. jeon teachers english literature and miss ___ teaches physics b. what would they planning together?"

"touché."

"i think it's time to enact a master plan."

"so everyone understands this equation, right?" you said, turning back to face the class. "tell me now, so i can help. this equation is the very foundation to magnetism, if you don't get it now i can't promise you'll do well in this unit."

no one put their hand up. you smiled, "oh well, i guess we just have a bunch of physic masters in this class. but seriously, let me know if you need help. you can start working on your homework packet now, this way if you have questions you can ask them now. i don't need your frantic emails at midnight."

you returned to your desk and flipped through some lesson plans. you didn't get to finish eating lunch today, so you took out your lunch bag. a small slip of paper fell out of it and onto the ground. you smiled to yourself and reached down to pick it up. "miss ___!" your student lily said, she was standing at the foot of your desk.

"yes, lily?" you answered.

"i have a question about something."

"have at it."

"it isn't physics related though." you looked up, slipping the slip into your pocket. "then, what's it about? do you need to go to the nurse?" you frowned.

"no it's nothing like that, but i was told by another teacher not to ask questions like this in front of the whole class. he said it was inconsiderate," she shrugged.

"oh, um, well i guess you can go ahead."

"are you friends with mr. jeon?"

you froze. mr. jeon? as in english literature teacher mr. jeon? mr. jeon you eat lunch with him every day mr. jeon? maybe they started picking up on something. "well, yeah, i guess you could say that," you coughed. "why are you asking this all a sudden?"

"well, i came by mr. jeon's class before lunch to ask him about an assignment and i saw you there. i didn't want to interrupt, but i didn't know you guys were friends," she shrugged, averting her eyes.

"oh well, yes. mr. jeon started at his position around the same time i did a few years ago. so we got close because of that."

"that's so- i mean, i'm sorry to pry. i was just curious. i mean usually i don't see english teachers and physics teachers talk that much. thanks!"

the whole exchange left you a little baffled.

lily seemed determined to get you and wonwoo together. she began to pry more often and she was getting bolder one question at a time. she even asked if you were in a relationship and if you got you cute gifts for birthdays and holidays from your boyfriend. sometimes she got very bold and mentioned mr. jeon by name. "miss ___, don't you think mr. jeon is cute? you two would be so cute together." you had replied, "i don't think this is time or the place to talk about this, lily. please do your practice problems." you rolled your eyes, "i don't feel like i'm at liberty to answer that."

you couldn't bring yourself to actually discipline her or her friends (who had seemingly joined in on the deep dive about your love life). they were curious teenagers looking for gossip. hell, you were like that too. you felt it would be unfair to punish them for that, as long as it didn't get too inappropriate, you didn't mind. it was a bit endearing too.

you just had to push the thought out of your mind. it was time to go to lunch anyway. it was the perfect time to clear your head.

"has lily been asking you some personal questions lately?" wonwoo asked, leaning back in his chair. god, he looked so handsome today. his glasses, pressed shirt, and ironed pants. "yes, has she been causing a raucous here too?" you asked, taking a seat at one of the desks.

"well, she asked me if i think you're beautiful," he chuckled.

you paused. you would be lying if you said you didn't feel anything for the man sitting in front of you. he was smart and kind.

"of course, i told her you are a lovely human being inside and out, and to get back to doing her project."

"funny, she was telling me that she and her friends thought we'd make a cute couple." he laughed at that, and it made your chest flutter. you loved his laugh. "cute couple, that's so cute," he gasped.

"yeah i know right. who knew our students would start trying to set us up," you joked. he nodded in agreement getting up after his microwave went off from the other side of the room. "it would be so funny if they actually succeeded, but it does seem a bit pointless at this point, right?" he noted.

"yeah, totally pointless," you agreed.

you and wonwoo, being set up, by your students of all people. it sure would be for the books if it happened like that.

what an absurd idea.

the rest of the week went as usual, uneventful, but you did get to see wonwoo on the way out of the building and into the parking lot. he held his leather bag in his right hand. "on the way out today?" he asked. "don't you usually do tutoring sessions after school on fridays?"

"we just started a unit, and no one showed up after the fifteen-minute window. i'm out of here," you laughed. he smiled. you loved it when he smiled. "want to walk out together then?" he offered and pushed the door open for you. something about him was so calming and comforting. you smiled and averted your gaze to the floor. even after all these years, he made you a little nervous. you did miss the way he grinned when he caught your shy smile. he loved the way you smiled too. he couldn't wait to see it again, he needed to see it again as soon as possible. he was too lost in thought about the way you smile and the way your voice sounds, that he fell far behind you. "___, wait up," he called as you made your way through the faculty parking lot. he jogged to catch up to you and reached out to grab your hand.

"i swear i saw him kiss her out in the parking lot," daniel insisted. "they were holding hands too!" at this point, lily was totally unmotivated to get her two favorite teachers together. not after miss ___ shut her down on numerous occasions and mr. jeon was just as friendly but unbothered as ever giving his most PG answers. "whatever, daniel," lily huffed. "they would be so perfect together."

"he's literally telling you that they're together, he saw them kissing!" mina exclaimed. lily rolled her eyes. they were all hallucinating just to make themselves feel better that it was wishful thinking. "true love isn't real!" she cried.

"it's time to wake up, sweetheart," he mumbled. "you said you had lots of work to do today."

"yeah, well it's my day off too. i'll get to work later," his fiancé groaned.

"oh come on, i know you're desperate to do all that paperwork," he teased. he tugged on the warm body text to him to pull it closer to him. he loved waking up with his wonderful, beautiful, smart fiancé next to him.

he loved waking up next to you.

he knew the kids were asking about him and his love life. kids would be kids of course. "lily won't stop asking about my love life. it's funny since we both teach her," he said.

"i guess, she's never noticed the necklace with the ring hanging around my neck," you chuckled, nuzzling your face into wonwoo's neck. his arms easily wrapped around your body. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "you know, lily asked me if i had a girlfriend the other week," wonwoo murmured.

"she asked me if i had a boyfriend too," you hummed. "i just told her that it wasn't appropriate to ask that in class."

"i said something similar, but i did tell her i didn't have a girlfriend."

you paused. why would he say that? he was very obviously in a relationship, well obvious to the two of you. he even gave you a ring and a nice dinner to cement your relationship. "i obviously couldn't tell that i didn't have a girlfriend because i have a wonderful, smart fiancé," he laughed. you breathed an internal sigh of relief, but you still hit him in the chest. "that's so stupid," you groaned. "you're catching everyone on a technicality." he thought he was so clever and funny, ever the wordsmith.

"it's so hard not telling the students," wonwoo whispered, and you nodded your head in agreement. he didn't know why the two of you didn't tell the students yet, but the relationship started a bit secretively, almost right after the both of you were onboarded. he guessed the two of you never got out of the whole secret relationship. it was a bit exhilarating keeping the secret between you and him, and the admin. he felt like a teenager again. "maybe we should ease them into it, but let's not let them think it was all them," you said.

"maybe it's time for you to start wearing the ring on your finger then," he commented pulling away to get a better look at you. "i can't wait for you to become mrs. jeon," he smiled.

"yuck, so corny," you rolled your eyes with a smile. "you need to stop with these cheesy sayings early in the morning." nevertheless, you leaned forward and kissed him. he kissed back easily, "come on, i know you like the little notes i leave in your lunch."

"i do, now be quiet and just kiss me."

"gladly."

he did have the whole weekend until he had to go back to school. at least you made the day a little better.

min | im just in a silly goofy mood LOL. my poor attempt at humor and portraying what high schoolers are like. wonwoo being an english teacher just makes sense!!! reblogs and comments are always appreciated! not proofread at the moment (it's 1 in the morning)

tagging: @a-wandering-stay

[ethansluvbot]

riding ethan for the first time please!!! love your writing btw<3

CRUEL SUMMER | SUB!ETHAN LANDRY

warnings: adult content, spoilers?, rough sex, riding, unprotected sex, and smut :)

an: i just got really sick randomly? anyways, i'm so so sorry for not posting in awhile. i just started a new school and even though its the end of the year its stressful. it also didn't help that i had horrible writers block. also, I've never written smut before so i will get better at this eventually! i'm binge watching the harry potter movies while eating soup now lol.

with a ton of convincing from sam, ethan and tara you decided to volunteer for a summer camp. sure, spending you day with kids had its downs, but you enjoyed seeing ethan interact with kids.

the kids screams filled your ears as you run to pick up their messes. the sticky hair didn't help your anxiety at all. you sat next to sam with your head on her shoulder.

"how did you convince me to do this shit?"

a quick slap hit your shoulder as you let out a yelp, "no cursing, there's kids around. plus you could never say no to ethan, it looks like he's enjoying it."

"i know. he's been going on about this since january.," you know ethan was a total soft guy, he never would harm a soul. it took him awhile but he finally convinced you to help out.

you both heard footsteps approach you, a sigh came out as you saw his shoes. immediately you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck.

"thank god you're here to save me from sam, she's trying to make me actually do something." he let out a chuckle as he waved to sam.

"im here to take you away," he smirked as you smiled back at sam. you heard her softly gagging beginning to walk away.

"hey! i missed you today, it seemed like you were having fun with your cabin."

"i was! i actually taught a kid how to swim today." you grabbed on to his hand. you loved this side of ethan the soft, dorky and funny side of him to be exact.

"umm, i was wondering where you see us in the future? i know we have a little until we finish college but it's been on my mind."

"well, to be exact i see us in well paying jobs, a modern family home and hopefully kids of our own." you felt his mood shift with that. you might've not been the most kid involved person, but it was great to know you would consider the idea.

you both stepped into the cabin immediately grabbing pajamas. you felt ethans shattered breath at your neck. turning around you slinked your arms around his torso.

"can i help you?"

"god- i want to kiss you so bad right now."

you gave in to ethans innocent act, attaching both of your lips. his cold hands found his way up your back as you moaned in surprise. he hummed in pleasure, kissing down your stomach.

you flip the two of you over, "i wanted to try something new if that's fine?"

he nodded intently, he trusted you with his life and knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt either of you. he's desperate to finally get you undressed as he tugs at your pants.

"someones needy," you tease unbuttoning your jean shorts. his hands explored your body, undoing your bra and throwing it to the side. ethan was already undressed by the time you turned around.

"lay down."

he threw his head back as you pushed yourself down onto his cock. you put your hand over his mouth being careful not to arouse any suspicion.

"will you be a good boy and be quiet?" he hummed in response, "words baby."

"yes, ill be good," he let a muffeled whined out.

you let your nails scratch down his abs as you begin to move. his fingers begin to trace circles on your clit as you bounce. you were still adjusting to his size but since ethan was so eager you began to move.

"don't stop," he lets an exaggerated sigh come out of his mouth. you grab his chin making him look at you. he keeps his hands on your hips as you trail kisses down his neck.

you rested your hands on his chest helping him move you. even without him speaking he could tell he enjoyed this greatly. you felt his hand kneed at your ass.

looking down you see his glossy eyes look up at you, "aw, poor baby. are you not getting enough attention."

you were almost using him for your own pleasure, which you felt bad but, oh did it feel so good. he was getting anxious as you felt him squirming.

you felt him thrust into you a few more times. you could feel his tenseness, only meaning that he was reaching his high. leaning down you planted a kiss onto his lips.

"oh fuck- i love you."

[fluff-n-cookies]

Hey!! I was wondering if you are taking requests.

If you are, then. Couln you please write and Father Aizawa x daughter in which she is like really really depressed and he is sick worried for her?

Thankss 🤍🤍

Hello! thx for requesting! I'm not sure if you wanted a little story like a drabble or headcanons so I'm just going to default to do a mix of both. I also wrote it with clinical depression in mind I hope that's okay.

TW; clinical depression, angsty shit, I wrote about the symptoms of depression here: if you have multiple of these symptoms please consider getting diagnosed by a doctor. Aizawa had depression, fem reader.

Aizawa never was good with emotions, he was never the one to express his feelings because he never exactly needed to. Aizawa wouldn't exactly talk to her at first, instead opting to see it as her having an off day.

however, the weeks flew by and he saw less and less of her around the dorms, her friends who once talked to forever never seemed to see her anymore, and her smile. her smile had now been replaced with dead eyes and a soul corrupt.

another week, when disrupted she would bite back. her usual reply to the question "how are you today?" was once "wonderfully really!" about now it was either a comment overflowing with sarcasm or a harsh "leave me alone."

she then start to bounce her leg a lot more, scratch her arms, and doom-scroll on her phone like a life line rather than train to be a hero like she would during her previous years at UA or read her favorite book genres.

and the dead look in her eyes told him everything.

he too had that look in his eyes in his life too.

he had the tattoo of a semicolon with a heart to show for it.

it was the dead of night when he finally approached her, the sun had set and the stars that night felt as dull as her mind. the blinding white lights of the kitchen remain on as she wept amongst her sorrows. sleep deprived eyes turned redder than they already are from the sting of her never ending tears.

she did not deserve this.

the air was cold in that room, clammy hands shaking didn't help much either.

Aizawa said nothing when he saw the slight before him,

he had done the same at one point too.

this situation was delicate glass, for the person before him was not the strong girl he "knew". this was the soft, misshapen, confused, and scared blob that no longer had the hard and heavy armor to protect her.

he wanted nothing more to hug her when she looked at him with scared eyes and a tear stained cheeks.

"Aizawa Sensei I-" she started, the voice cracks made it all the more pitiful.

"I came to get water." his voice unwavering, there was only room for one mentally unstable person in that tiny kitchen and he loved her too much to take the position of being the one crying.

he felt bad, he knew that feeling of either being empty or being overridden with that burden in your heart you don't know the name of. a constant reminder of doom that has your heart in a choke hold.

but this was still as fragile as anything.

he poured himself a glass of water,

the tension was thick and odd.

he sat down,

he could practically feel the labored breaths she took, the shaking, the empty feeling in her chest. like she was dying and from the inside out. the crying must have taken a toll on her too for her cheeks were red from the tears.

he sat next to her, sitting in front of her may make her feel like he was going to scold her.

"would you like to talk about it?"

"...please... no... I don't think I can..." it was hard to believe this was the voice of the girl he remembered so fondly as his favorite student.

I suppose even the moon has a dark side.

"okay, you need to though." voice steady like a rock you trust never to crumble.

"what?" her voice quivering.

"It know it's hard,

I know it's going to take a while,

but you can succeed,

just please let me help you."

the room went silent for a moment, he passed you the glass of water.

"drink, tomorrow, you are spending your day with Hound Dog, you don't have to talk with him about this specifically, just talk with him until we can understand what is actually happening. you need someone to talk to. you can bail at anytime."

"what is happening to me though? I- I don't know anymore."

he knew that feeling so well.

"I'm not entirely sure," those words came from his heart. "but I'm willing to help you through it. we can take you to a psychiatrist to know for sure."

"...okay."

Aizawa got up, pushing the glass towards you again, excessive crying often leads to dehydration. and he started doing what his mother would do, he started prepping fruits, in this case it was oranges. he lined them all up on a plate, smiling a little at the thought of waking up from a nightmare as a child and defaulting to devouring blueberries.

he put them in front of you, started speaking as a usual person would, about stupid criminals he had recently put behind bars and crazy super fans that created elaborate photo shopped photos of him and them for social media.

for the first time in a while

the phrase

"are you okay?"

wasn't even mentioned.

for the first time in a while

she felt human.

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edit: while writing this I noticed I had a lot of the symptoms, so I went to the doctor and turns out it wasn't just burn out it was severe depression! and asthma apparently...

[nogenderbee]

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I couldn't hold any event for Valentine's this year because of lack of motivation so I just picked my favorites (or the ones I felt like writing atm) out of all groups and wrote different classic prompts for them! Hope it's also a decent celebration!

And happy being in love with someone, your pet or yourself! Whatever suits you haha

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff, TW: mentions of scars and scratching in An part, amnesia and mentions of coma and hospital in Rui's part

Affiliation with @virtualbookstore

✧ soul mates (scars show on both)

You weren't really the ugliest nor did you lack any charm. So you went through lot of relationships, but every single one had something wrong with them... They either only cared about looks and profits from your relationship, couldn't accept you as you were or you just didn't felt like they were the ones you wanted to spend rest of your life with.

Maybe it was nice to have experience in dating, but it was also disappointing with time... how hard can it be to fine your life partner? Do they even exist?

To forget about your worries, you went to your favorite cafe on Vivid Street, Weekend Garage.

"Hey An... some strong coffee please..."

"Woah! That's not like you at all! Are you alright? Don't tell my you had another break up..."

"Yeah, unfortunely I did... I'm starting to doubt there is person right for me... available at least..."

You added last part on purpose, since you always felt a bit warm around An and it wasn't necessarily thanks to the amazing coffee she could make. She was like your comfort space. We're you falling for her? Maybe. Did it felt like she cared more about her singing partner than you? Yes... And you couldn't blame her. She deserves more than anyone to be happy!

"Have you thought of using the soulmate method? It's enough if you scratch your cheek enough to make it a bit red and it'll show."

"Maybe but... I don't want to hurt my soulmate..."

"You too?! Yeah, I'd already check but I don't want to cause problems for them..."

"Well... would you be willing to do it with me? Just small scratch? I'd feel more confident with friend next to me..."

"You know what? Sure! I'll do it on left cheek and you do it on right. Remember not to overdo it, just a little red space!"

You both brought your nails to cheeks, shutting your eyes and gently scratching your cheeks gently. When you opened them, you saw An staring at you with small shock and both of her cheeks slightly red.

"Are you blushing...?"

"No. I'm actually not... But it may be the case too I guess... because if I am then... you're too..."

You looked at your reflection in the glass and did notice both of your cheeks slightly red. It was her! The girl you found too perfect for you for this whole time, being your soulmate!

You both smiled at each other as if you just as a miracle. It was her who finally broke the silence.

"How about I take a break and we can both calmly catch up? Coffee and cake on me!"

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@bleachtheidiot @badwhole @qxmmi - come get your star girl!

✧ love from first sight

Ichika was just hanging around in the music shop. She was looking through Miku shelve, looking for the newest album that recently dropped.

Though she couldn't find it even tho she looked through whole shop 6 times if not more! So she decided to approach a worker there with hopes of getting the album she came here for.

"Excuse me... I'm guessing you work here... Do you maybe have... uh..."

You turned around once you heard someone calling for you. It was long blue haired girl. She surely didn't lack any charms but you had to swallow the urge to flirt or ask for her number since you were during your work hours.

She couldn't make up any words, stuttering. You thought she's just shy and wanted to encourage her a bit.

"Yes? What may I help you with? I assure you I can definitely at least try finding your album."

She cleared her throat and tried fixing her composure. Sure, she was a bit shy on daily basis but when she saw you? It's like her words stopped at her lips and instead turned into pink hue on her cheeks.

"I-I wanted to know if you maybe have... Miku... albums... album! A... recent album. Miku album. Heh..."

She scolded herself in her thoughts for ruining her chances. She wanted to just grab that album and leave at this point.

"Ah, I think I know which one you mean! You have a good taste I just admit! Follow me, it should be somewhere in the corner area..."

Girl followed you while avoiding eye contact. Once she saw the album she wanted, she hesitantly grabbed it. She couldn't shake off the thought you also liked Miku... That's of course not uncommon but she was charmed by you from the beginning.

"Thank you. You helped me a lot... I'll... head to pay and... hopefully we can meet again!!"

After these words she rushed away. She couldn't believe how emberassed she was in that moment, she even said things that she normally wouldn't. Now afraid to come back because she might make things even more awkward, but on the other hand, she also wanted to see you again... And you did! You just didn't knew you both fell for each other at the same time and couldn't admit to it because of different obstacles.

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow - come get your Miku lover!

✧ enemies to lovers

You and Ena were in the same art class and you were enemies almost everywhere when art came in the way. In classes you were always asking teacher who's drawing is better or which had less flaws. In media you were comparing your followers and likes count just to rub it into other ones face.

Though soon enough your competition changed into... wanting to impress another. You both felt the same but none of you knew about it. Too proud to admit it, you covered your desire to impress another with simply being a bit mean.

"Ha! Would you look at that! Your drawing is so much worse than mine!"

"Oh shut up!! At least I didn't made grass yellow like you did!"

"It's shade of green! Not yellow! It's you making composition mistake 3 times in a row!"

"And you messed up the lightning 4 times in a row!"

"And you have pretty face and I'm not mentioning it somehow!!"

"And you-!! Wait what..."

Both of you stopped in your tracks. Suddenly the childish fight was replaced by silence. She wanted to say something but her thoughts were filled with you complimenting her.

"Um... last photo you posted... it was... pretty..."

"(Last photo I posted...? Do they mean my selfie with night town in background?!)"

Brown haired girl blushed gently as she argued with herself what to tell. You weren't in the public eye so maybe it was alright to say something opposite to insulting for once?

"Well I... found a nice cafe I wanted to go but I didn't wanted to go alone..."

She put a strand of her hair behind her ear as she looked away. Now small blush appearing on your face as well... she've never spoken so softly to you before!

"And... what if we went there together?"

You looked up awkwardly, looking her in the eyes with small hope. It was rather awkward talk of yours since you're usually competing against each other and now you're both trying to ask another on a date without saying it out loud.

"Sure. I guess it's alright since... I can check it right away instead of waiting for others..."

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@bleachtheidiot @qxmmi @modyuki - come get your cheesecake lover~

✧ forbidden love

Shizuku was an idol and a model, and you were her manager. You had to look as friends because rumors would spread in blink of an eye and you'd loose your job, while she'd have to deal with not only new manager but also all the messages from her fans.

But both of you weren't friends, in fact you were dating for 3 months now and none of you felt even slightly bit like it's not working out!

"Y/N!! What are you doing here standing with head in clouds?"

You felt someone hugging you from behind and could only chuckle as you knew well who it has to be.

"Hey Shizuku. Are you done with your practice now?"

"Mhm! I thought we might visit a cafe nearby?"

"Well... are you sure? We both know we often tend to be affectionate and forget about other people... we can't just show off like that even if we'd want to..."

"Ah right... we could ask for to go cakes from there then and I'll make us drinks!"

"Hehe~ Sounds good to me. We can go to my place then and I can get blankets ready while you make drinks."

"Sounds perfect~!"

She immidietly hugged you tighter and kissed your cheek. It was obvious she was excited to start your little date, but so were you!

You exchanged one last kiss before you left without even letting your pinkies touch. You wanted to seem like just 2 friends on a hangout and ordering some sweets for movie night! Nothing out of the ordinary!

Your relationship wasn't even supposed to exist and it unfortunely was an obvious fact. But you didn't wanted to listen to any of it and made it real either way! You just kept it a secret from everyone outside of MMJ~

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@bleachtheidiot @qwnelisa @miya-akane - come get your beautiful model~

✧ amnesia

Rui was an inventor not only for WxS but also for his own benefits. He didn't care much how dangerous the robots in his room are as long as he gets to have a bit of fun while making them and showing them off when they're finished!

Though one day... he let you come a bit too close to one of his robots... and now there he was. Coming to your hospital bed every day with one flower, now forking bouquet on your desk.

Today he came with no other intentions, to see his loved one asleep and tell them about the show he did at Phoenix Wonderland this afternoon.

"Hey love... I know I'm late but I just-"

He stopped in his tracks upon seeing you sitting up and your eyes open, accompanied with curious look. He immidietly ran up to you, taking your hand in his as he started to tear up a bit.

"You're awake! Oh I have so much to tell you... there's so much to catch up and-"

"Who are you?"

After these words his smile was wiped away. Did you forgot him? Doctors had told him you have small amnesia and don't remember few recent years of your live but... do you not remember him at all?

But your voice was gentle... you even brought a hand to wipe his tears away. He saw it as act of your kind personality but you... you found him so pretty you couldn't help yourself but admire him a bit. You had no idea who he was but you just felt so safe with him around...

"You're so pretty..."

He looked up at you, regaining small smark of hope. Your words gave him just the push he needed to realize that even if you forgot him, he'll do his best to make new pretty memories with you.

"And so are you, my dear... Will you let me take you to nice cafe after they let you out? I know for one you really like cookies there..."

You nodded your head, not even knowing why. He just felt so safe and familiar, you wanted to be next to him.

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@bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline - come get your crazy inventor!

[mviswidow]

Do you have any headcanons of Maria Hill with fem!reader?

A/N: this ended up being civillian!reader too idk if that's what you wanted anon but i hope u like it

Maria is extremely hardworking, and likes to throw herself into her job, ignoring her wellbeing, but when you started dating you put a stop to that

at first you had to practically force her to take care of herself, but after a couple of months she made it a habit

every so often you will catch her in the dining room doing paperwork or reviewing evidence when she’d assured you she’d be in bed soon and you drag her to the bedroom

she’d be a little annoyed about it at first, but once she was in bed with you, she was always grateful that you’d pulled her away from work

there are times where she’ll have to work late, and when she gets home, you’ll always have a meal ready for her and her sweats to change into after her shower ready in the bathroom 

the first time she came home injured was a hard night for you both. she was still bloody and very bruised, with a couple of scratches on her face and a bloody nose. 

she let you clean up the blood on her face like she had shown you to the time you accidentally stepped on broken glass in the apartment after a plate broke.

tears were shed that night, by you mostly, and the two of you had a long conversation about the dangers of her work.

“After seeing this, tonight, if this isn’t something you want anymore, I completely underst-” you cut her off with a tender kiss. “All I want is you.”

you had to look at the bruises on her body for the next month until they faded, and it was a constant reminder of how dangerous and terrifying her job was

when she has bad days at work you’re certain that she holds you a little tighter than usual

Maria lasted 3 months before insisting you were going to learn self defense from her to protect yourself. you suggested going to a gym that taught it but she refused to let you learn self defense from someone she did not know and trust with the most important thing in her life.

training with Maria was actually so fucking fun

and she looked so fucking hot, so there was that too

it was a great excuse to spend time with your girlfriend, sometimes the two of you would take the opportunity to work out together, as well

every once in a while (most of the time) the training session ended in a heated make out between the two of you, either on the mat on the floor or one of you pressed against a wall

Maria has a motorcycle and will take you on joyrides when you’ve both got time. she loves the way you hold her waist. you love her in a leather jacket

waking up next to her and falling asleep in her arms are almost always your favorite part of the day

you occasionally have bad dreams about something happening to Maria, she’s always there when you wake up to reassure you that she isn’t going anywhere

being in her line of work, she has a lot of nightmares about missions going wrong. she’s always hesitant to wake you up, not wanting to burden you with her issues, and only does so when it’s especially bad. when she doesn’t wake you up she’ll just pull you as close to her as she can to soothe herself

she was very guarded when you first started dating and found it really hard to open up, but she appreciated your patience and it wasn’t long before she started sharing personal things with you

Maria said ‘i love you’ one night while you were cleaning a cut she’d gotten earlier in the day, three months into your relationship. she got teary eyed as she watched you tend to her, the expression on your face filled with care, worry, and so much love, and she couldn’t hold it back any more.

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A Dangerous Game Ch 13

Emily Prentiss x readear Warnings: language, alcohol, smut, daddy!prentiss, very light talk of canon type of violence/situations. I'm really not sure if i like this chapter, part of why it took so long was because i was just not feelin the smut, so that's why the smut is limited. sorrryyyy. next ch will be better! promise!

“Hello?” Emily’s voice rang through your car speaker and you almost instantly relaxed.

“Hey.” You couldn’t help but smile, “I happen to be in your neck of the woods and was thinking about picking up dessert if you’re interested?”

“Sounds like your date went really well.” She half teased, a smile taking over her cheeks as she glanced to her watch, not doubting that you’d left dinner early.

“Ugh, update you later. Are you home? I’ll swing by.”

“Uh…” She suddenly rocked back to reality, glancing back to the pile of dirt on her floor, “you know, Serg is being a real asshole tonight, he just peed all over the bed, can we do your place?”

“Yeah, course. Give me like, half hour? I’ll pick up some wine too.”

“Sounds great.”

“K, I’ll see ya in a bit.”

“Bye.”

The line clicked as you hung up the phone and Emily let out a puff of breath, chewing her lip into her mouth as she tried to figure out what she wanted to do about the bug. If she destroyed it, whoever planted it would know that she’d found it, right now she had the high ground, she’d just have to filter herself to a point while in her apartment, she could handle that. She grabbed a coffee mug she rarely used, scooping up most of the dirt and the bug, placing it back on the shelf it had previously been on before cleaning up the broken ceramic.

Figuring she’d likely spend the rest of the weekend at your place she headed to the bedroom to pack up whatever she might need, Sergio let out a very annoyed meow over being trapped in the room and she rolled her eyes when he darted past her. She made sure that he had more than enough food and water, gave him a little scratch behind the ear, warning him to be good while she was gone and headed out the door.

She couldn’t help but be distracted on the drive over, her mind attempting to replay everything since the party at Rossi’s. For the briefest moment her mind jumped to worst case scenario that this had all been a set up from the start and that you knew exactly who she was the night you’d met at the bar but she managed to squash that down with the reminder that whatever was on the bug would incriminate you as well. Not to mention it wouldn’t make any sense for you to have bugged her apartment, you were basically the only one that was ever there. Penelope had been over for coffee and Sergio snuggles one weekend, but aside from that it was just you, which, very unfortunately, meant there was a whole lot of sex that someone was listening in on. She shuddered at the thought, thankful at least that the bug had been in the living room and not the bedroom.

Letting out a breath, she pulled onto the freeway and her mind drifted from who planted it to what she should do about it. She recognized the style, it was a relatively popular type of bug but one that was readily available both online and in stores, it would be useless to try and track the person down that way. She considered looping in Penelope but that would mean moving it… and that Penelope would very likely be privy to what was recorded and she certainly wasn’t ready for that. No, that wasn’t the route to go, she had to figure out a list of suspects who had the motive and means to want to track her and go from there, questioning and eliminating until she found the guy. Stopped at a red light she let out a groan, running her hand over her face, despite most of the BAU’s unsubs either getting killed on crime scenes or being sentenced to life in prison, there were the few who got shorter sentences. She was going to have to go through every case and double cross with any recent releases.

This was going to be one hell of a fucking headache.

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When you pulled open the front door Emily absolutely lost every coherent thought in her brain.

“Holy shit you look fucking hot.” Her eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh, your cheeks heating with the way her gaze dragged up your body. You hadn’t changed yet, still in a deep blue fitted wrap dress that showed off just enough leg and a respectable amount of cleavage. Your hair was styled in loose curls, more makeup and jewelry than you’d normally wear to work to finish it all off.

“Thank you.” You chuckled, letting her in and swinging the door shut behind her.

“This is date night you? Because fuck take out, I’m actually going to take you out next week Jesus Christ.”

“Em…” You laughed again, warmth blooming through your whole body.

“I mean it. Wow.”

“You gonna come in or are you just gonna stare?” You asked with a laugh, swatting at her arm before turning up the stairs, more than well aware that she was definitely staring at your ass as she followed you onto the main floor.

There was a candle burning on your coffee table next to a pile of paperwork, aromas of lilac wafting through the space, a fuzzy blanket strewn across the couch, a book open but upturned on top of it. Her eyes swept through the space and she smiled, god did she ever love just how comfortable your place was. It always had this overwhelming sense of calm and welcoming, somewhere she couldn’t help but relax and feel at peace. When she turned back to the kitchen you’d poured her out a glass of wine, sliding it toward her before picking up a pizza pop you’d been hallway through when she knocked on the door.

“I thought you picked up dessert?”

“I did.” You mumbled, swallowing the bite down, “this is dinner.”

“You didn’t even make it to the main course!?” She nearly laughed, “the date was that much of a dud? Jeeze I thought Morgan of all people would have better judgement.”

“I mean… it was fine? There was potential, she was cute but…” you trailed off, wondering if you should just drop the bomb right off the start until you huffed, “bland. She was bland, and she ordered for me.”

“Eck.”

“Terrible taste in wine too.”

“This leftovers?” She asked, pointing to the take out container on the counter and you nodded. Curiosity got the better of her and she popped the container open, “is this a crab cake?”

“Yup.” You grimaced.

“You hate crab, specifically in cake form!”

“Exactly!” You let out a frustrated groan, “and you know that because you— know me.” You rolled your eyes, “and that’s not even the worst of it, she paired it with a cab sauv!”

“Okay what person in their right mind doesn’t at least google wine pairings if they’re trying to impress?” She laughed, “you pair crab with chardonnay!”

“Thank you!” Picking up your wine glass you took a hefty swig, shaking your head at yourself, “I don’t even know why I went, it was stupid. I would’ve much rather just been with you.” Your free hand finally found hers, gently tugging her toward you and her arms instinctually found their home on your waist while yours loosely wrapped around her shoulders.

“Well at the very least it got you in this dress.” Emily smirked and you chuckled, leaning in to kiss her and the moment your lips met it was as if both of you melted into each other’s arms. The kiss was slow, genuine, soft as lips moved with grace. You pulled away only a fraction, happy grins on both your cheeks,

“You really like the dress hey?”

“I do.” She nodded, stealing another kiss.

“Guarantee you’ll like what’s under it better.” You teased and Emily pulled back a bit further, raising a brow.

“If you put on fancy lingerie for another woman I just might have to punish you…”

“Sounds like someone might be a little jealous?” Smirking, you raised a brow and she let out an offended scoff.

“Absolutely not.” She stuttered suddenly under your gaze, “okay, okay. Yeah… I was jealous tonight; I didn’t like the idea of you being out with someone else.”

“Well you’ve got nothing to worry about.” You kissed her softly, then shrugged, “and I forgot to do laundry before California, it’s like fourth tier under the dress.” Emily barked a laugh and you couldn’t help but smile at the way it reached her eyes, the way her nose scrunched up before she stole a smiling kiss from you.

“As long as it means I get you, I’ll take fourth tier any day angel.”

“You spoil me.” Your lips brushed against hers as you spoke and only a second later she was kissing you again. Her hands began to roam your body, cupping your tits through your dress, squeezing softly earning a quiet moan from you before her fingers pinched at your nipples. Your hands sunk lower on her body, squeezing her ass in retaliation, tugging her closer to you. Her teeth sunk into your lower lip, tugging it away from you before letting it release, her eyes dark as she looked down at you.

“I’m gonna remind you exactly why you don’t need to be going on stupid little dates, alright princess?”

“Yes daddy.” You nodded, a wicked grin on your cheeks.

“Good girl.” She pinched at your chin before her lips returned to yours, this time her tongue quickly sliding into your mouth, groaning over the taste that was so sweetly you. Her hands tickled up your thighs, slipping under your dress before they tugged down your panties, urging you to kick them off your legs.

One hand remained under your dress, simply palming at your cunt until you were rocking into her hand in a steady rhythm. She broke the kiss to glance down at you, watching with a happy smile as your eyes fluttered shut, your skin breaking out in goosebumps, fire peaking right under it. Emily kissed across your jaw, teeth scraping the column of your neck, pulling whimpers and moans from you as she did so. Finally her fingers slid through your folds and you shivered, letting out a little whimper right before she captured your lips in a kiss again. Her lips moved in time with her hand, trailing through your wetness, smearing your juices around your pussy before one finger slipped in and you broke the kiss with a gasp.

“Oh god…”

“That’s it angel.”

She cooed, her finger pumping slowly inside you, crooking just enough to hit the spot you wanted it most. A second one slid in alongside it and you moaned, your walls stretching and fluttering around her fingers. Your hand clenched at her shoulder and she picked up the speed, fingers thrusting deeper with each stroke, curling every second pump. As always, she had you exactly where you wanted within minutes, knowing how to read you perfectly, knowing just what you wanted and how. The heel of her hand brushed against your clit and your body shuddered, legs nearly giving out and she chuckled.

“Let’s get you to the couch.” She murmured, nipping at your earlobe as she pulled her fingers from you and you whined.

In the three feet between the kitchen island and the couch she skillfully managed to rid you of your dress and bra, letting you collapse onto the couch completely bare while your hands tugged at her clothes until she was down to her panties. Her fingers were still slick with your juices, hand coming to tilt your head up toward her while she stood beside the couch,

“Get daddy’s fingers nice and wet.”

In a flash your lips had wrapped around them, sucking them clean from your juices, tongue swirling around her digits while she pumped them in and out of your mouth. Continuing to suck on them your tongue eagerly lapped against her skin and when she pulled them from your mouth they were slick with spit.

“That’s my good girl.” She praised, hand returning to between your legs and easily sliding into your pussy. You fell back onto the couch, letting out a breathy sigh as Emily settled between your legs, fingers fucking into you once again.

“Oh god.. Oh fuck!” You whined, hands scrambling for her body, aching to feel her on you. To not tease you too much, she leant forward, holding herself up over your body while continuing to finger you. Her lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking it into her mouth and you moaned, hips rocking up to her fingers while your hand tangled into her hair. She bit down before her tongue soothed other the same spot while her fingers picked up the speed.

Your skin burned, pleasure shooting through you, tingling down to your toes as your body trembled underneath hers. Emily smirked against your tit, feeling the way your pussy was fluttering around her fingers, shivering each time she brushed against your g-spot. Her mouth latched onto the other side of your chest, her free hand pinching at the side she’d left, nipple hardening in the cool air of the room.

“Fuck… fuck!” You cried out, “gonna come…”

“That’s the point angel.” She teased before her teeth sunk into the curve of your breast in an attempt to leave you with a mark, one that would let anyone else know that you were taken, that you were hers.

Your back arched off the couch, a cry of pleasure leaving your lips as her fingers pressed into your g-spot harder and longer than before, hips shuddering up towards her before stilling, your peak rocking through you. Emily smiled softly against your skin, her fingers slowing, gently fucking your through your orgasm while continuing to suck at your chest.

“Christ…” you swore quietly, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath and Emily chuckled, sitting up to steal a kiss.

“I’m far from done princess.” With a wicked grin she sunk to her knees between your legs, leaving little kisses and bites on your inner thighs while they trembled under her touch.

True to her word, she brought you to your peak another two times, once with just her mouth and once using both her mouth and her fingers, eagerly lapping up your juices as they dripped down your thighs.

You’d completely forgot about your date by the time she was done, wrapping you in her arms so you could finally relax and catch your breath, tossing the blanket over both of you. She was on her back, resting against the arm on the couch, hand gently stroking at your head that was placed on her chest while the two of you got lost in what had been playing on the television. You yawned quietly, almost nuzzling deeper into her chest and she chuckled softly.

“Are you gonna stay?” You asked and she nodded.

“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Gave Serg enough food for a couple of days.”

“What about your sheets?”

“What?” Her brow furrowed and she glanced down at you, though you were still just watching tv.

“If you leave cat pee all weekend you’re never going to get the smell out.”

“Oh!” She felt her heart jump into her throat as reality came crashing down around her, remembering why she had ended up at your place in the first place and her lie she’d used to cover it up, “I left them soaking, they’ll be fine.”

“Mmkay.” You replied, sitting up, “should we get upstairs?” You asked and she raised an eyebrow, sitting up as well. “I do believe I was promised a cock too?”

She chuckled, her brain shifting once again as she leant in to kiss you, just fiery enough to leave both of you aching for more. “You were practically begging to stop an hour ago.”

“You said I looked cute when I begged.”

“You do.”

“If I have to beg for daddy’s cock I will.”

“Oh princess.” Her hand stroked down the side of your cheek, pinching at your chin, “you’ve been good, there’s no need to beg.”

With a small laugh, you kissed her again before slipping off the couch and wrapping your dress back around you. If you were going upstairs you at least had to toss the leftovers and the untouched dessert into the fridge. Emily followed suit, tossing her shirt back on so she wasn’t completely topless, folding the blanket over the back of the couch and blowing out the candle on the coffee table. Her eyes glanced over the case file next to it and she frowned.

“You’re not obsessing over Dewald, are you?”

“Hmm?” You asked, turning back to her as you crossed the room and she gestured to the file, “Oh, no.” You laughed, “bout an hour before you got here sheriff from Beaufort called. They’d found a car abandoned just across the South Carolina border with no tags or plates a couple of months ago, no one thought anything about it til they saw the Federal bolo and realized it was the same make and model. He only scratched off half the bin number so now we know he made it out of Florida.”

��Mmm.” She replied, turning back to the case file she was nearly tempted to flip through it, see what other details you might have noted that she’d forgotten about. An uncaught unsub from recently definitely would be high up on the list, at least this was one you were monitoring, “hey… thanks for keeping up on this case, I know you’ve already got enough on your plate.”

“Meh.” You shrugged, your hand smoothing a piece of her hair back behind her ear, “feels weird to let it go, ya know? Being the original agent on the case and then having a run in with him twice with the BAU? It’s like the universe wants me to be the one to take him down.”

“Yeah…” She sighed softly, glancing up to you with a smile when you squeezed at her shoulder, prompting her off the couch. Her hand tangled with yours as you guided her to the stairs, you were one step up when she stalled, “aren’t you gonna set the alarm?”

“What alarm?” You turned back to her with a laugh.

“You’re seriously an FBI agent who doesn’t have a security system?”

“Yeah….”

“Seriously!?”

“I live in Alexandria… and I have a gun.” You laughed once again, “places I’ve lived without a gun… Clearwater. The door’s double locked, pinky swear. C’mon.”

“You should at least get a doorbell cam.”

“Calm down Prentiss.” You shook your head, “I only bought the place nine months ago, I’m still considering if it’s the right fit or not. I’ve got good neighbours and we’re in a nice area. C’mon.” Your head tilted, eyes glittering, “I was told I wasn’t going to have to beg….”

Emily let out a mock offended scoff, her brow raising in your direction as a wicked grin took over her lips, you certainly knew how to rollercoaster her train of thought and she definitely wasn’t complaining. Only a second later you were letting out a shriek as she was on you, chasing you up the stairs to give you exactly what you wanted.

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[shmowder]

I have a very important Patho character question which characters do you think would have a cat? If they could? Personally I think of one character who strikes me as a cat person for sure but that’s probably like the most obvious candidate for that

Ah yes the most obvious candidate

the candidate that is the most likely to be a cat person

The Pathologic character candidate

Of course I know them duh. It's so obvious I don't even need to name them

Anyway here's the tierlist.

I debated whether Dankovsky would be a cat or dog person, I settled on dog because he likes having control. But I don't see him as a pet person at all. He prefers observing animals and reading about them, not interacting with them. Dogs he can stand if they behave, but he absolutely won't entertain someone's cat or bird if he was a guest at their house.

Anna wouldn't want any pets but if she could stand an animal, a cat would be the best choice sine they tend to be the cleanest.

I like the Idea of Rubin taking care of a kitten and raising it into a cute cuddly cat that brightens his day. That man deserves happiness.

I also like the idea of him and Artemy being so big and scary yet end up having cats as pets. Artemy's cat could either be a stray that adopts itself into his life or a cat that Isidor used to take care of and now it follows Artemy.

Aglaya would like dogs for their loyalty rather than the need to control them, she'd still admire cats for their freedom and cleverness.

Yulia desperately wants a cat but I think she is scared deep down of getting too attached to it, especially with no veterinarian in town and how devastated she'd be if her cat passes away. So she skips on the whole ordeal. She pspspsps at strays when no one is looking tho, shares some of her food with them.

Alexander Saburov seems the type to have a childhood dog he grew very attached to. He doesn't fully understand cats and doesn't like that they can't be trained but he'd still do his best to take care of one if it became his pet.

I think it's very ironic how much Khan resembles an indoor domestic spoiled cat personality wise yet he is the leader of the dogheads. My theory is that he tried petting a cat one and it scratched him and he held a grudge ever since so he always claims that dogs are better.

Maria would get a black cat thinking it will help her appear more fearsome in the town people's eyes, only for the cat to end up being the most loving adorable ball of pure abyss. She would kill for her cat and keeps it protected safe inside her room, she plays with the cat and showers it in compliments and kisses after locking the door to make sure no one walks in on her showing her soft side. If this was the modern world, Maria would have so many pictures of her adorable black fluffball playing with her expensive pearl necklace or rolling around her priceless silky sheets.

Notkin already has a cat, even tho he himself has the personality of a loyal dog. Cats scratching him didn't deter him but made him learn to respect animal boundaries.

Mark Immortell's cat is the incarnation of a hell cat, the most evil sinister and annoying thing that will slap you with its paws for giving it any non luxury brand cat food. They're two sides of the same coin and only he and his cat understand each other.

Katerina's position is a pun. Yk cats eat mice and the rat prophet and all, so she never wants a cat around.

Sticky seems like he'd take care of strays because he sees himself in them. He understands cats better than anyone, he too hates being disturbed and likes spending time alone. And he is also endlessly curious. He takes it upon himself to feed Murky and give her candy at the start of the game just when she starts frequenting the haruspex lair.

Murky learned from him, she probably used to leave cats bowls of milk before Sticky informed her it's actually bad for them and they can't have milk.

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If it wasn't limited to cats, a bird would suit Eva much more because they thrive under attention and require so much love and care. Owning a bird, let alone an exotic one like a parrot is almost a full time job.

Artemy has his bull pet in canon, I think Oyun used to have one too. It would be adorable if Murky just led a baby calf home once because she found it alone outside and Artemy just accepted it as a new part of the family.

The Kains do already have pets, the human kind. Aka the Stamatins. But if they absolutely had to pick a different one, I see the Judge maintaining a pristine aquarium for the most beautiful fish you've ever seen. It takes dedication, time, knowledge and lots of money. The fish might end up as the family pet as every person chips in every once in a while, Victor fixing the water filter etc.

The Stamatins themselves would probably keep lizards, maybe even snakes. I don't think they know how to take care of pets or even want to learn. However I do see them sharing custody over a pet rabbit when they were just kids. It drove Peter crazy because it kept eating his canvasses. So Andrey took it with him outside most of the time. It ended up getting picked off by a hawk. The two brothers spent the remainder of the week setting up a trap to kill the hawk and avenge their pet.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by a buncha folks for fuck it Friday! Thanks @devirnis @butchdiaz @anxieteandbiscuits @alyxmastershipper @rewritetheending! I’ll post scraps form a few things…

Their first actual interaction in nurse Eddie au

In bed eight there are blue eyes and a birthmark and Eddie says “Buck,” out loud, because he’s an idiot.

“Do I… know you?” Buckley (Eddie seeks safety in the formality of a last name) tilts his head a little, eyes searching Eddie’s face for familiarity.

Saying something like You’re usually unconscious when we meet would be creepy, probably. Sometimes I feel like you're my dead wife doesn't even make sense, Eddie can't even explain it to himself. Shannon died and you didn't sounds too accusatory, and he's not sure if he wants to mean it that way or not. You saved my son's life except Eddie still isn't thinking about that, is still actively trying to forget. So Eddie says “I’ve seen you in here before,” like that explains a nickname he has no right to know.

Some sap from take you in and make you mine chapter two

Bed head, all sticking over everywhere. Buck will touch his hair, later, Eddie will let him touch his hair. Loose gray LAFD shirt, possibly Buck’s, one of the ones without a name printed over it. Buck spends a few minutes fascinated by the way the fabric folds around warm skin that maybe Eddie will let him touch later, too. Boxers, sweatpants shed for being too warm. Buck should check for fever, maybe, make sure he’s recovering okay, but his arm and hand and ankle don’t feel overly hot. He doesn’t have any blanket on him, either, it mostly migrated onto Buck in the night, and then mostly left him behind as well to rest half on the floor. He’s breathing steady, back rising and falling slowly with it. Buck glances at the bedside table. It’s early, not even 6 yet, though the room is already halfway sunny here at the height of summer. There’s one granola bar wrapper and a mostly drained water bottle from when he’d woken up starving and parched in the middle of the night, but the others remain untouched. At least that means Eddie slept through the night, probably. Rest is good, important for recovery. There’s a little twitch of pressure on his hand and Buck turns back over to watch Eddie come awake.

He does it in stages. First he holds Buck’s hand tighter (Buck hides his face in the pillow for a moment, burying his smile), then makes a grunt so annoyed and dad-like that Buck has to bite his tongue not to laugh. Then his head starts to move, looking around at the room before finally dragging his face across the pillow to blink at Buck. He looks tired, and ruffled, and beautiful.

And here’s Shannon and Eddie coming out to each other from quilt shop au

Christopher wanders towards the yarn shelves and Shannon turns to him, scratching a nail along the outer seam of her jeans the way she always has when she’s nervous. “I know I usually have him Saturdays but I was wondering if you’d be willing to- watch him, or swap days, or- or I could drop him off in the afternoon, maybe?”

“Uh-“ Buck is coming in on Saturday, Eddie was going to show him how the long arm works so he doesn’t have to keep rolling up whatever secretive larger project he’s been working on to fit in his little domestic machine. But Shannon is not generally a worried person, these days, and Eddie doesn’t like the way she can’t quite make eye contact. “He’ll have to hang out here for a while, but yeah, of course. What’s up?”

“I…” She glances at him, glances away again. Eddie keeps folding the pile of fabric on the cutting table, keeping his movements steady and calm, and she watches the slide of the colors and patterns for a minute before she takes a deep breath. “I have a date.”

Eddie makes a sound something like Oh, but without really forming the word. It’s been awhile. Shannon had tried dating much quicker and much more frequently than Eddie had after they’d split. Jealousy only lasted so long- Shannon is still one of the loves of his life, even if that love isn’t what he thought it was when he was 18 and she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. Eddie had sunk into the role of supportive best friend with a kind of relief he thinks nobody looked at too closely, and he’d been the shoulder she cried on when things didn’t work out, and the last few times things hadn’t worked out so spectacularly that as far as he’s known she’d been single for going on a year. “Who’s the new guy?”

Shannon makes determined eye contact, and her voice shakes only a little. “New girl, actually.”

Eddie absolutely cannot help the startled laugh that knocks out of him. It’s not funny, fuck it’s not funny, and her face is pinching up in embarrassed anger that he feels terrible about, but- it’s just kind of funny, is all.

“Jesus- Fuck you, Eddie-“

“No! No, no,” he catches her hand and waist as she spins away, like how they used to dance, like how they still dance, sometimes, when they find a bar with a hoedown night or when they’re lonely in this city that can feel so far away from where they grew up. “Shannon, no, it’s not-“ He remembers the last time she’d had her heart broken, how he’d held her on his abuela’s couch as she’d asked What’s wrong with me? and Why do I never feel right? and he hadn’t had any answers for her because they were questions he tried not to ask about himself. He laughs again, helplessly, and she looks more confused than angry and Eddie wants to spin her around and around because finally, maybe they both finally- “There’s a boy,” he says, and her eyes get wider. “And he’s tall, and he’s got blue eyes, and- and I love you so much but, baby, I don’t think we were ever going to work out.”

And then she laughs too, throwing her head back with it like Christopher does. “You’re- you’re fucking with me.”

“I’m really not,” he says, face aching with the smile splitting it in half.

@shortsighted-owl @bigfootsmom @rogerzsteven @kitkatpancakestack @burins @ anyone else who has stuff to share!

[s0xthef0x]

Theoretically Speaking

Ness accidentally stumbles into the life of Mike Schmidt, and in all honesty? He doesn't mind staying.

When a trip to the mall goes awry, Ness finds himself injured and in the arms of a security guard. With no friends or family to turn to during his recovery, Mike Schmidt enters the picture to lend a hand.

(Split/Alternating POVs)

MASTER POST

CHAPTER 3

As Ness starts spending some time with the Schmidts, he realizes that maybe he was lucky to break his leg.

NESS

As long as he was stranded at his apartment, his only options for passing the time were either reality TV or continuing his attempts at beating the final level in Silent Hill. Ness knew how to beat it. Back in community college, he watched one of his friends do it. That was the problem with liking video games as a person who sucks at actually playing them. 

Ness cursed through gritted teeth while his thumbs pushed up and down furiously on the controller. He already knew he was going to have to start over for the hundredth time, but that didn’t stop him from mashing the buttons harder. 

“Come on!” Facing failure once again, Ness fell back against and tossed the controller to the floor. He rubbed both hands against his face, grumbling under his breath. The neighbors next door were already easily annoyed by the medium volume setting on the TV. If Ness got too carried away, they wouldn’t hesitate to file a noise complaint.

Ness kept his face buried in one hand as he reached for the remote and turned off the TV. At the moment, he couldn’t stand listening to the game score. Once the room was silent, he became fully aware of how hard he was breathing. Despite being alone, he felt his face redden. He couldn’t remember the last time he had such a visceral reaction to a video game. Hearing himself, he sounded like a child.

Beyond the window, the world sounded louder than usual. Chirps sounded from the corner of the windowsill, where a small nest shook with the movements of recently hatched robins, who seemed to be constantly crying out for food they had yet to receive, and a mother who still hadn’t returned. 

Ness’s eyes fell on the table, where the Macy's bag had been left after Mike stopped by the first time. If not for his injury, Ness would have followed his original plan of wrapping it and delivering it to the post office. But now he wasn't sure. None of his letters or packages had ever been responded to. He couldn't expect that to change now. 

He turned in his seat, lifting his cast with a grunt, and repositioning himself for a nap. Instead of actually sleeping, he spent the following hour trying to tune out his stream of thought, which had the opposite effect, leaving him even more exhausted. 

Ness opened his eyes when he heard a knock at the door. Two muffled voices bickered outside while he hoisted himself up with his crushes and began shuffling toward the door.

"Hi!" Abby greeted instantly. She once again stood at her brother's side. They both carried groceries in their arms, but Mike was dealing with most of the load.

"Great to see you again." Ness smiled and stepped aside to let them in. Mike stood in the center of the kitchen and looked around. "Where do you want these?"

"Anywhere is fine."

"Alright.” Abby set down her bags onto the floor. Mike shot her a glare. "Pick those up."

"He said anywhere.”

Ness stifled a laugh. "You can just put the rest on the table.” 

Mike nodded and scooped up the bags from the floor. Abby reached up to grab them back from her brother, insisting "I can do it! I can do it!" Mike finally caved and gave up the last of the groceries. Abby smiled and ran them over to the table.

"That's everything, I guess.” Mike scratched the back of his neck, observing the kitchen. "Did I miss anything?"

“Nope. That should do it."

"I'm assuming you're gonna be needing more groceries until your cast is off?" 

Ness picked at a loose thread on his sweater. “As long as it's no trouble."

Mike looked away, crossing his arms with a faint laugh. "I'm used to trouble."

Speaking of which, Mike turned around when he caught Abby in the act of shaking a snow globe she found on a shelf.

"Abby." 

Mike marched over and snatched it from her hands. "This isn't your house.” He placed the snow globe back on the shelf. Abby crossed her arms and stood in silent stubbornness.

"It's okay,” Ness gave Abby a reassuring smile, “don’t worry about it.”

Similarly to his sister, Mike crossed his arms. "We should head home."

Abby's scrunched up expression faded into sudden enthusiasm. She spun to face Ness. "We're having pizza and spaghetti for dinner."

Ness widened his eyes to show interest."Woah, really?" 

"No," Mike interjected. "I said you could choose pizza or spaghetti. We are not having both for dinner." A little bit of color rose in his face, like he was trying harder to convince Ness rather than his sister.

"Can Ness come?" Abby spun back around to look up at her brother. Mike blinked. His mouth set into a straight line. "It depends."

She turned back to Ness "Do you wanna eat dinner?"

Ness forced a soft laugh, trying to fill some of the silence in the room as he searched for the right response.

MIKE

Now that they had a third person at the table, Mike gave in to Abby's demands. He prepared angel hair pasta in a boiling pot and shoved a frozen pizza in the oven. He didn't have to worry about entertaining their guest, Abby already had that covered.

"What color?" She held out a paper fortune teller to Ness. He pointed to a square. "That one." Abby nodded. "B-L-U-E."

"So what did I get?" 

"You'll get eaten by a shark," Abby said with the full seriousness of a bonafide, professional reader of fortunes.

"Rats." Ness banged a fist on the table. "Can I go again?"

"Hmm. . . okay. . ." Abby refolded the paper to reset the fortune teller. "But this is the last one! No take backs!"

"Understood."

"Pick an animal."

The moment felt almost surreal, hearing his sister playing with a near-total stranger. Mike was still partially annoyed that the only reason this happened was because Max had to cancel at the last possible second. He wouldn't have had to worry about his sister inviting a stranger into their home. 

Mike was still a little on edge. He occasionally looked over to keep an eye on Ness. Overhearing parts of their conversation helped him to overlook it. Mike couldn't help but chuckle.

The rest of the evening went better than he expected. Ness was surprisingly open and kept conversations moving naturally, with no room for awkward silences. Mike was also impressed by his ability to go along with Abby's occasional make-believe tangents, like he knew exactly what she was talking about when she brought up her made-up friends and worlds.

They talked about everything, yet nothing at the same time. No personal questions ever came up, nothing about his job or family. Then again, Abby had the tendency to steer clear from any topic that she found completely and utterly uninteresting- which was most adult things.

The night flew by so fast Mike didn't even notice the sun had gone down. "It's late. I should get you back to your apartment." He pointed at Abby, "then you need to go to bed."

Abby pouted but did nothing to protest. She was already swaying slightly in her seat, only moments away from sleeping then and there at the dinner table.

"I didn't realize the time." Ness glanced at the clock. "I didn't mean to keep you up."

Mike shrugged. "It's the weekend." ***

Abby was asleep in the passenger seat. Mike reached over to tighten her seatbelt, then re-tucked her blanket over her shoulders. The car was filled with the ambience of the dwindling evening traffic and the pitter-patter of rainfall.

Mike parked as close to the apartment door as he could manage. "This is your stop," he spoke quietly so as to not wake Abby.

Ness leaned closer to whisper to Mike, “thanks again for the food and everything."

Mike nodded. He turned in his seat to look at Ness. He stopped himself from saying something, but forced it out, "would you want to do it again sometime?"

Ness's hesitation made Mike wonder if he should've held back from asking. Then he wondered why he asked in the first place. Maybe his sister’s overly friendly nature was finally starting to rub off on him. 

"T-that would be great."

Mike watched until Ness made it inside before backing up the car. On the drive back home, he started to think about what they might have for dinner next week.

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MASTER POST

If you don’t want to wait on updates of the revision on this blog, you can binge the original on Ao3 or wattpad ;)

[scenicphoenix]

some more Gloom link au ranting (some repeating just to have almost everything in one place)

Au of He came back "wrong", his memories are there but incredibly foggy, the only crystal clear memories he has are Zelda and Ganon. He spends a long time just wandering the depths in a haze.

He's made entirely of gloom at this point, mostly. If you stripped the gloom away far enough you would find his mummified body. The a mix of his old magic/soul and gloom is literally keeping him alive at this point. Without the gloom his body would fail him and he would die. Pruha and Robbie thinks he can be cured, uh oh! Impa is unsure.

The reason this au happened in the first place is because Raru's arm didn't have enough energy when detaching from Ganon and dissipates. Zelda picks up the Zonai stone as normal, Link protects her from the awakening Ganon as normal, they all fall and Zelda is sent back in time. But no one is there to catch Link from falling into the depths with Ganon.

Ganon takes advantage of the situation, wants to use their hero against them. He tries to control his mind in different ways but none of them work, Link is too stubborn, he won't be controlled. So he decides to just let the gloom overtake him completely and start from scratch with the heroes soul as a baseline. Is this new gloom created Link still Link. Link doesn't know either, who is he, why is he. He does know he isn't going to be taking orders from this asshole, and when he's gained enough strength back makes a run for into the depths. Learning to teleport between sources of gloom.

He is very protective of his tattered champions tunic, the broken master sword (he does later manage to get it to the temple of time), and his only clear memories (mostly being of Zelda) his later interactions with old friends goes as well as you would think when he's a walking corpse now and barely remembers them.

His first interaction with another person after being turned into gloom was with a Yiga, who needed help escaping a Lynle. Link has been enjoying fighting stronger monsters lately just to let off steam. This first yiga doesn't know how to feel about this, they're alive thanks to the guy they want dead, and are they a little more unhinged than usual?

Link is still kind and caring at heart, he collects brightbloom seeds to give to people who can't see in the dark like he can. He will gladly show lost explorers towards the nearest sign of life or an exit. He has become a sort of cryptid/myth

He physically can't talk, he screech like those hands though. And as his control of gloom gets stronger he is able to make different types of noises, like chirping, growling, and laughing. He is still unable to produce words, that would require functional vocal cords and his are unfortunately mummified

He likes covering up completely, usually in the depths set as it contains the gloom he's made of so it's less likely to harm nearby people. It also helps if he needs to go to the surface, the sun is a tad painful these days. Light itself and light magic being particularly harmful to him.

Getting the fully healed master sword from zelda (the light dragon) has a very good chance of outright destroying him. He's the only one who can wield the sword, and the only one who can retrieve it. He will figure it out

He ends up making quite a few friends with Yiga due to his acts of kindness. He doesn't notice he's getting a small following until it's too late to do anything about it. His ability to manipulate gloom has been seen as impressive he guesses. The following gets bigger when he's able to start controlling monsters with the gloom

Can use gloom like glue, can still use Zonai devices to his advantage. They are more likely to fall apart on him though do to the nature of gloom.

Prefers being in the depths at this point. Is concerned about what Zelda will think of him once she's turned back. I'm thinking of having her come back "wrong" too. Anthro dragon princess and the love her life mummified twink resurrected by gloom. Don't worry (worry actually she will over work herself) she'll find a way that they can safely be together.

[asyouleft]

Rules: post the first line(s) of your 10 most recent WIPs.

Thank you for the tag @tinyarmedtrex

Charlie didn’t like fighting with his mum. He wasn’t trying to get into argument after argument with her and sometimes it was just over the stupidest of things. Like at dinner, when Charlie couldn’t eat another bite of chicken or he’d fail his Maths exam the next day and she just wouldn’t get it.

Charlie had spent the day getting the flat as ready as he could for Nick’s return. Clearing as much space for him, making sure Daisy didn’t have any toys in easy to trip on spots. He made sure all of Nick’s toiletries were in easy accessible areas, the pain medication in both the living room and bedroom, for easier access. He’d even gone and bought a special shower chair too, just so he could make sure Nick would be comfortable.

Sighing loudly, Charlie stared into his phone screen. He didn’t have a proper tripod yet, so it was balanced on several books sitting on the chair he dragged in from the living room. He also didn’t have proper lights or any other actual streaming equipment, but the only way to get those things was to have money and there was only one real way Charlie knew how to get money. And that was using his OnlyFans account.

Charlie was not, by nature, a very impulsive person. He thought about things, in fact he over thought about things constantly. It was probably his main personality trait, the one thing that people would always use to describe him. “Oh, Charlie? He’s the chronic overthinker who can’t answer the phone when he doesn’t recognize the number or walk into a store when he doesn’t have a game plan for what he’s going there for!”

Charlie’s entire existence was based on routine. He’d wake up every morning at 8am, sometimes even before his alarm would go off. Sometimes it was because Atlas wanted his breakfast a little earlier, gently tapping Charlie’s face until he was awake. Other times it was nightmares, those happened less and less often as time went by, but they could still catch him unaware and waking up in a cold sweat and labored breathing.

Despite telling everyone he wasn’t too nervous, Charlie was really, really, really fucking nervous. Given what his friends and family knew of him, Charlie was pretty sure they saw right past his lies but they seemed to accept what he had to say without being too annoying about it. They were allowing Charlie to be nervous and worried, without making him feel like his worried nervousness was unfounded or stupid.

Moving in together, at least in Charlie’s opinion, was really weird. Sure, they’d spent long swaths of time together before, spending weeks together at each other’s uni’s, living in each other’s pockets when they were home for summer holiday. It was all sorts of different from actually having their own place. 

Not for the first time in his life, Charlie found himself incredibly nervous. Nick was laying across his floor, stretched, his legs up and head down as he revised for Chemistry. Charlie, per usual, finished his revision on Friday, so he’d have the whole weekend to spend doing whatever but Nick was always one to leave the work to the last minute. They hadn’t spoken a single word in the 2 hours since he arrived around 10 in the morning. The only sound was of Nick’s felt tip pen scratching on paper and the occasional sound of Charlie adjusting his position on the bed.

Charlie was not a morning person. He wasn’t a night person either. He was, at best, a midday person.

Nick Nelson didn’t believe in love. It wasn’t some stupid thing either, it was a lesson he’d learned from his entire life. Even when he was a 5 years old, watching his parents divorce he knew all love ever did was hurt people. He knew how sad his Mum was, how angry David became and how easily his Dad just fucked off.

A few more sentences, lol. I didn't include any out of the 5 finished works ready to be posted, all of these are still being written.

Also do I have a thing for starting out fics with Charlie being nervous??

[direwombat]

4, 6, 9, 15, 19 + Saoirse?

ahhhhh first ask game for babygirl saoirse! thank you amanda!

oc nsfw asks

4. Are they more of a dom, sub, or switch? If applicable, are they a top, bottom, or vers?

fa;fldj so, i will preface this (and honestly all subsequent answers) with the fact that saoirse, much like paola, is a-spec, and price is the first person she's ever been interested in sexually. she's fairly vanilla if only because she's inexperienced (she isn't naive she knows how sex works, she's just...a little repressed and catholic), so i really don't think these terms are...well, accurate to how she perceives her actions in the bedroom. but, if pressed to answer: she's vers and a switch with subby leanings. in terms of giving and receiving, they're fairly equal, but she does go weak at the knees whenever price's "beast" comes out to play. her brain does short circuit and the feminism leaves her body when he shoves her against a wall and shoves his thigh between her legs.

6. Any place they absolutely would not have sex?

lmao anywhere in public or anywhere that has a good possibility of someone walking in on/otherwise seeing them. she's also a fairly public facing figure (well respected journalist and podcaster (blue checkmarked by twitter and everything)) and she likes to keep her personal and work lives as separate as possible. she's embarassed enough that she, an anti-war and anti-colonialist activist has a beau who's a captain in the SAS.

also "dinners and diatribes" is on their playlist so like...saoirse knows when price starts getting antsy when they're in public and she'll make him wait. she has fun teasing him in the moment while they're still out and about and he has fun making her pay later by spending hours edging her.

9. What’s their favorite way to get in the mood? How do they set the mood?

fa;sldkfjasd well, if the mood isn't set by saoirse making price wait to arrive back at one of their flats, then it's usually by her asking if he wants a massage. you know that man carries a bunch of tension in his neck and shoulders and she'll occasionally help relieve that. and well...it doesn't take much for her hands to start wandering.

as far as setting the mood, i think she only makes an effort regarding atmosphere whenever price is due to come back from deployment. a home cooked meal, candles, roses, and stuff like that. she knows he doesn't need any of those things to make sex special, but after spending weeks -- if not months -- in the literal and metaphorical trenches, she likes having something nice ready for him.

15. Describe their favorite sexual encounter.

ah, well...considering saoirse hadn't been with anyone sexually before price, she'd probably say her favorite encounter was their first time. saoirse had confided in him that she'd never had sex before and he was perfectly happy to let her dictate the pace of their physical interactions. and saoirse was under the impression that when it did eventually happen, it'd be something slow and sweet, and just like how it is in the romance novels she read as a teenager.

but life has a funny way of happening and things ended up a lot more rushed and frantic and uh...life affirming than either had anticipated it being. price was domineering, but not rough, and he ended up taking the lead and for a woman who's really only ever used a rabbit vibrator whenever she's had to scratch that itch, he makes her feel entirely new sensations and made her feel good in ways she never even could have imagined

19. When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?

dfa;lkdfjadf very similar to her work clothes, but she makes a point to unbutton her blouse to show off a lacy black bra underneath and a tight pencil skirt that leaves very little to the imagination. complete with matching lacy black panties and garters to hold up her stockings. either she ends up fumbling through a strip tease for price or price gets to unwrap her like a present. win-win either way tbh. and this is an answer to an entirely different question, but i think they occasionally do tongue-in-cheek roleplay with them playing exaggerated versions of their jobs (usually with an interview/interrogation)

[caluski]

And like I knowwwww it REALLY is all my fault. I really know that. I'm not trying to act like "oooo it's fate it's fate that put it's curse on me I'm just unlucky" because I know all the blame is on me. I know I fucked up so so so so many things and I fucked over other people *and* myself. And I know that I have to work very very hard to become like someone who could be loved because it's not like people who are loved and happy just "got lucky somehow" but because they simply worked hard on themselves and for their happiness. But it's just so overwhelming. I feel like I'm starting my life from scratch. I have nothing. Well ok.... I do have roof over my head and a tumblr blog. I try so hard to have love for the little joys in life but man it's so so so fucking hard to cherish them alone as well. I wish I could have someone to go to a café with. I wish I could have someone to spend new years eve with. I wish I could have someone to stroll thru a park with. I wish I could have someone to go to a bar with. Żmija is so nice and so patient towards me always but she's so far away and has a million more important things and people going on in her own life anyway. And I'm not even attractive enough to go on dating apps to meet new people. It's so exhausting it's so...... I wish I could have my family by my side at least. I wish they enjoyed spending time with me. I wish I didn't feel like an intruder no matter who I'm with, no matter where I go. With my former friends, my coworkers, classmates whatever, I actually tried so many many many fucking times to get together, to go out, to organize something, anything... I have so so many flaws and in many ways of course I am really truly horrible. But this one part of it I cannot let go, the fact that I actually tried my best and kept texting first and suggesting specific dates and plans and everything, and yet that didn't work. And I don't know why. I have no idea what is so wrong with me that I couldn't even make my best friends stay. I'm impatient and selfish and moody and needy and lazy and whiny and ugly and cowardly and loud and stubborn and nitpicky and pretty boring and I interrupt people and I like to gossip and I don't do drugs and I wallow in sadness and self pity too much and I talk without thinking and I get way too focused on myself. But I SOMEHOW did get these friends even if they were casual... despite everything. And then I lost them. I had my chances and I blew them ALL, every single one. I keep thinking about my former best friend especially, over and over again, i really tried my best, I actually tried my damn best to become a better listener and to distract her when she needed it, and yet I was still not good enough. She still kept rejecting me over and over and over again and like a fucking idiot I kept refusing to give up. And I wish I knew what I did wrong. I wish I knew what was it that made her reject me. Why was she so embarrassed of me? Why was she so ashamed to be around me in public, why did she refuse to introduce me to her other friends? Maybe it was not even any of the negative sides of me, but that she just couldnt find any positives in me, either. Maybe people could look past all the bad things about me, if I had something.... good in me. Maybe having *some* flaws is not the problem, but instead, being... a nobody is the worst flaw in itself. Maybe I'm good as a casual coworker or classmate or mutual or acquaintance or a stranger you see every three days buying tomatoes at your farmers market. But nothing more. And i do still want to work on my weaknesses, I want to become patient and kind and someone who makes others feel cared for, and safe, and listened to. But what if, even if I somehow achieve it, even if I somehow become a better person, get over my worst struggles. What if I still will be like... A zero. Not a negative, sure, but not a positive either. Just a zero. And I will be at my best... and I still will be nothing. What then. What then

[heliads]

hii! if you do still write for the maze runner, could i have a minho and reader fic, kinda enemies to lovers where she gets drunk one night and insists on sitting next him and hes just really snarky and confused?she ends up laying her head on his shoulder and is completely enamoured by his hands? (absentmindedly plays with it,admires it) and the others notice it and tease them relentlessly, maybe he has to carry her to bed and she asks pleads for him to stay? and the next morning they get teased even more?? totally fine if you dont want to but thanks!!!💕

omg enemies to lovers with minho

masterlist

Minho only has time for two things right now: one, making it out of the Maze long enough to scratch out the day’s findings in the Map Room, and two, his best friend Newt. Today isn’t like the other days, although it seems like it due to the endless litany of tasks that always seem to await him. He wakes up early, he runs the Maze, he comes back and helps everyone else pretend that they’re totally getting closer to finding a way out, even though they aren’t. Even though they may never find such a thing.

That’s why Newt’s so high on Minho’s list of priorities right now. Today differs from the others because it’s an important day for the Gladers, it’s Greenie Day. Some unlucky kid was sent up here while Minho was out mapping the Maze, some kid who’s probably already fighting back tears at the prospect of being stuck out here with the rest of them until the day that he dies. It’s not a pleasant life, Minho can attest to that. The Greenbean’s about to find that out for himself.

Still, the newbie will be a part of the Glade from this day forward, which means that Minho’s either going to befriend him, tolerate him, or just avoid him for as long as possible. Or her. There technically has been one girl sent up here, but Minho does his best to spend as little time thinking about her as possible, so he can’t be blamed for reverting back to the old belief that only boys could ever be sent up in the Box.

Newt leans against the door of the Map Room, waiting for Minho to finish tallying out all the turns he took this morning. Minho only has so long to remember the precise pattern of corridors before they flicker out of his head, and Newt knows it. If today’s Greenie caused serious problems, Newt would have mentioned it as Minho was walking out of the Doors. On a casual day like today, though, the blond second in command doesn’t mind waiting.

Newt straightens up once he sees that Minho is done. “All ready, then?”

Minho nods, heading out of the shade of the Map Room to rejoin the land of the living. “All ready. What are your takes on the Greenie?”

Newt shrugs. “Seems like all the others. A bit shaken up, certainly. You might want to check any new supplies that were sent up for you, the kid got a nosebleed and started spewing blood over a few boxes near him. We think we’ve gotten most of it off, though.”

Minho makes a face. “Start him on a course as a Slopper for that. If we have to clean up his blood, he has to clean up ours.”

Newt chuckles. “Can’t say that I haven’t thought about it. He doesn’t seem all that bad, though. Doesn’t remember his name, of course, but who does?”

“He is a boy, though?” Minho asks, careful to keep his tone unassuming.

Newt still sees through him, just like always. “Yeah, a boy. What, Y/N won you over so easily that you want another girl around?”

Minho makes a face. “Don’t remind me of her. I’m just curious. Feels weird that they would send up one girl and no others. Maybe I want someone else who’s pretty and doesn’t make me want to jump into the Box Hole and see what happens.”

Newt arches a brow. “You think Y/N’s pretty?”

“Pretty annoying,” Minho says through a deadpan stare.

Newt snorts. “Hilarious, Minho. Remind me, though, what exactly is your problem with Y/N? She’s friends with the rest of us. Personally, I think she’s just fine.”

Minho’s brow furrows, as it always seems to at the mention of Y/N. “I’m sure she’s fine with you, just not with me. We don’t talk that often ‘cause I’m always out in the Maze, and when we do, we only ever find problems with each other.”

“That’s just because you only talk to each other after a long day when you’re both starving,” Newt says, “you always pick the worst time to interact. I swear, if you found her on one of your days off and actually had a proper conversation, you’d enjoy each other’s company a lot more.”

“But why would I want to waste my rest day on my mortal enemy?” Minho asks, eyes opened wide in an expression of mock horror and derision.

Newt just grins. “I suppose you’d have to wait and find out. Honestly, I swear the two of you could actually be good friends.”

Minho presses his lips together. “Yeah, just like me and Gally. I’m sure we’ll be best buds sometime soon.”

Newt laughs and mercifully drops the subject. Neither of them want to complain for a while, anyway, they’ve got a stellar evening planned. The best part of a Greenie day isn’t the arrival of another stumbling, wide-eyed burden to bear, it’s the afterparty. Bonfire Nights are fantastic, they always are. Gally’ll get into a fight with somebody, then one of the Gladers will get so drunk that everyone can tell stories for months afterwards. What’s not to love?

The sun sets soon enough, and the rushing darkness brings a tide of Gladers all gradually headed towards the site of the bonfire. They don’t head there directly, but by chance, swinging in and out of the area until one looks up and finds themselves surrounded by friends. That is how it is in the Glade, Minho supposes, although everyone pretends to be tough as nails they’d follow whoever they needed if would mean they wouldn’t feel so alone.

That’s a dark enough thought, though, so Minho pushes it to the back of his head along with the rest of the restless worries that tend to creep over him once dusk falls. Tonight is for fun. He can stress later.

Minho catches up with the rest as everyone circles around a stack of logs dragged out by the Builders about an hour or so earlier. He arms himself with a branch about as long as his arm, lights it on fire, and launches it at the bonfire alongside Newt and Alby. He used to pretend to be a hero when he did this during the first few months of his arrival to the Glade, some warrior or fighter in an ancient war. Anything to disguise the face that he is still relentlessly here, even after everything he’s been through to try and leave it. He’s long since given up pretending.

Minho stumbles upon his friend group soon enough, arranged somewhat on the outskirts of the whole Bonfire Night gathering. They’ve got a good view of Gally’s fighting ring without being within the Keeper’s line of sight, which is perfect for those who wish to watch the matches without actually being dragged into them.

Minho has already helped himself to enough of Gally’s hospitality through his special drinks, so he thinks he’s good without a fight for tonight. There was one time a few months back when he’d been arguing with Gally for a while and Minho had actually bothered to go into the ring and solve a few problems with his fists. That had been a good night.

For now, though, Minho is content to sit back, drink too much, and listen to his friends’ tongues loosen as the hours pass by. The sun set long ago, and he can watch as the golden light of the bonfire slowly swallows all of them whole.

He’s briefly startled when a figure appears out of the gloom and slides into a seat next to him, tossing her head back to enjoy a sudden breeze. Minho narrows his eyes at her.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

He didn’t mean for the question to come off that harshly, but he’s not about to apologize. Just as he said to Newt earlier this afternoon, Minho and Y/N have rarely said anything to each other that wasn’t bitter. They just don’t get along well, that’s all.

Y/N, however, just grins back at him, apparently unbothered by his attitude. “Sitting. I thought it was obvious.”

Minho’s eyes narrow. “Yeah, but why next to me?”

Y/N shrugs, taking a mouthful from an already severely depleted glass of Gally’s brew. “It was an open spot. You may not like me that much, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up a perfectly good place just because you’re pouting at me.”

Minho frowns, raising an accusatory finger in the air. “I am not pouting.”

Judging by the upward slash of Y/N’s smile, though, he may not be right about that.

“Of course not. And I’m not the best looking one here by far.”

Minho almost laughs but manages to keep it to himself just in time. Newt appears to have seen through him anyway, though, the blond boy looks altogether far too proud of himself. Minho glares at him, which just makes Newt’s smile broaden.

As the night wears on, Minho finds himself surprisingly alright with Y/N’s presence. He was preparing himself for all out war, an exchange of insults and vitriol just like every other time they’ve tried not to speak, but for some reason, tonight is different. It’s for the best, too; Minho wouldn’t want Bonfire Night ruined by his supposed enemy when he only gets this kind of celebration once a month.

About an hour or so into the whole affair, Minho is abruptly dragged out of watching the festivities play out when he feels something on his shoulder. He glances over to see Y/N leaning against him, her head tilted against the top of his bicep. Were it any other day, he would have all but shoved her off, but for some reason today he stays stock still so as to not encourage any movement.

Instead, he looks at her, really looks at her for what must be the first time in forever. She is pretty, he hadn’t been lying about that. Perhaps everyone who looks at her must fall in love, perhaps that is why Minho has spent all this time running from this inevitability just like he does all the others. Even the firelight is enamored with her, it traces lines of gold up and down her arms, collecting on the lines of her fingers as they reach for Minho’s.

He feels himself tense up as she takes his hand. Her touch is soft, feather-light, yet it still shakes him to the core. Minho watches as she turns over his hand, gently tracing his palm.

“You have nice hands,” she murmurs under her breath, and Minho has to remind himself that she’s only doing this because she’s drunk and he’s drunk and nothing has to matter at all.

Still, that doesn’t mean he has to pull away. Minho’s hands are tanned from spending all his hours out running in the sun, and hardened from calluses. For a moment, he’s almost embarrassed to have her looking at them. That being said, to leave now or otherwise push her aside seems impossible, so he stays quiet and only feels himself relax when she repeats her intoxicated whisper about how much she likes his hands.

Truth be told, Minho doesn’t know how long he would have stayed there were it not for the voices of his friends interrupting the whole thing. He feels as if a spell has been cast upon him, trapping him in place. He could have remained there the whole night, Y/N’s head still on his shoulder and her hands still wrapped around his.

Frypan’s voice, by contrast, is a rude awakening. “So, what’s all this about? I thought you hated each other.”

Minho jerks his gaze up with a start. “We’re– we don’t–”

Newt cuts him off with a broad grin. “See, what have I been telling you? They’re perfect for each other. It’s adorable.”

Minho glares. “Oh, shut up. If you weren’t drunk as a skunk I’d meet you in Gally’s ring for saying that.”

Frypan snorts. “Deflecting, are we? Just face it, Minho, you can’t pretend you hate her forever.”

Minho rolls his eyes with as much incredulity as he can muster, but that doesn’t mean he moves a millimeter. The boys’ teasing comments fade into the background when he looks over at Y/N, and vanish fully into silence when she meets his gaze and smiles at him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a smile he likes so much as that one.

When the night ends, for unfortunately even a night as golden as this one must surely end, Minho finds himself reluctant to stand up. He’s certain that Y/N is asleep by now, and he doesn’t want to wake her up. She just looks so quiet there, so peaceful. Peace is rare around here, so why should Minho be the one to rob her of that bliss?

Carefully, he stands and gathers her up into his arms. He starts the walk back to the hammocks, weaving around people and trees as if he were in a dream. At one point, Newt appears out of the gloom, grinning at Minho as he half disappears in the dark of night.

“What did I tell you? A regular Prince Charming, you are.” Newt says.

Minho makes a face, but when he blinks Newt is gone again, vanishing back into the darkened land and sky. Minho manages to make it to the hammocks and gently lays Y/N down, smoothing a roughspun blanket around her so she doesn’t feel the chill of the wind currently pushing them together.

He spends one last moment there, feeling his drinks weigh him down with all the weight of the world. One of her hands is turned up, as if reaching for him even now. He lets his fingers brush it once before he, too, evaporates into the darkness.

It’s bright outside. Minho doesn’t know how that happened, how he managed to get from Y/N’s hammock to his or even when he fell asleep, but the next thing he knows, it’s morning again. He drags a tired hand over his face. Man, he forgot how his head always pounds the morning after Bonfire Night. He feels like an army of enraged Builders has gone to war against his skull.

Minho pulls himself up. Thankfully, today is his off day, so he won’t have to get up at dawn and try to run after all of this. Instead, he’s greeted by the sight of his friends, who are all beaming at him with the kind of triumph that tells Minho he’s about to be teased relentlessly.

Frypan chuckles as he laces up his shoes. “If it isn’t our favorite romantic. You know, I didn’t know you had that much game.”

Minho blinks for a second, confused, and then remembers everything that had happened the night before. The drinks, the fire, Y/N with her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. Things happen.” He manages.

Newt’s eyes widen. “You’re not going to try and push it off again? You can finally admit that you’re head over bloody heels for the girl?”

“Hey, I never said anything of the sort. I’m just saying that things happened, alright?” Minho says hastily.

Frypan grins. “We’re sure. Go wake up your Sleeping Beauty, I’m sure she’d like to see you.”

Minho waves a hand at them as they dissolve into laughter. Maybe he will go talk to Y/N anyway. He certainly has a few things that have just come to mind, things about feelings that he didn’t know existed until last night.

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hello!! i saw that your requests were open and wanted to ask if you could do single dad! atsumu suna and sakusa falling in love with reader, like it's sort of a meet cute (or not) but the reader falls for them and the kid and happiness lskfjsdfk have a great day!!

single dad! falling for reader

character(s) : miya atsumu, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi (haikyuu!!)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, timeskip au! (because,, single dads.)

headcanon type : fluff, crack and angst if you squint (x reader)

warning(s) : mentions of the character’s ex wives, the ex-wives being jerks for multiple different reasons and ways (so,, be warned. for negligence, not very detailed hitting, and cheating, but not on reader)

note(s) : me, writing for haikyuu?? wow, a surprise! also, it’s been a while since i’ve written for haikyuu so if i don’t get the characterization correctly— ESPECIALLY FOR SAKUSA, i’m sorry in advance.

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miya atsumu

at first, his marriage was happy. miya atsumu— successful in his 20s, basically set for life, and with a head strong wife that gave him a wonderful daughter

he was elated when his son, genji came into this world. he wouldn’t swap him out for anyone else. and it was all good, really

until he started spotting marks on genji’s delicate skin, and he even found a large bruise on his shoulder when he was changing his shirt! he almost passed away seeing that

genji would also have a sudden fear of being alone in the house— even when his mother would stay behind to take care of him

but why though? genji’s only 4! what could’ve happened to him? he doesn’t recall hiring any babysitters.

he finally found the answer one day, when he found out that his head strong, intense wife— has been physical with him!

basically, all the love for his wife flew out the window, and he filed for a divorce— and of course, he won custody

and he assumed that his love life would stop at that— and it didn’t sound terrible. all that mattered was that his son was safe, and happy again

but this is where you come in

you work at a toy store, a small business toy store really, that sold the highest of quality only

and atsumu took genji to either replace, or fix the toy he broke a few days back. the place was recommended to him by shoyo— who also had a kid of his own

you’re just two years younger than him, eyes full of determination and care, practically the complete opposite of his ex-wife.

you put up a good conversation with him, while you fixed the toy— the two of you talking about the mutual friends, and that ��this place should be a lot more popular.’

and also, his son did happen to take a liking to you. he seemed joyous in your presence— compared to how he was with his ex-wife

and from that moment on, the two of you would only become closer— especially when a bunch of his son’s toys started breaking magically

before atsumu knew it, he harbored something for you— the absolute angel you were to the both of them

“‘m sorry for the inconvenience,” the faux blond scratches the back of his next “didn’t know genji here was a ‘lil clumsy weasel,”

you laugh, and genji’s just staring at you with amusement, “it’s fine, genji could break his entire toy box— and i’d still fix it anyway.”

so this was the nerve wracking part, “to make up for it, would you like some coffee later? i could treat ‘ya.”

“is this yer way of askin’ Y/N—”

“shut yer mouth for a sec— uhm,” he looks at you, sheepishly

you laugh, “miya, i wouldn’t mind honestly. but i’d assume you’re busy as it is.”

“not at all!” atsumu replies, “i’ll just, drop off genji first. say yer thanks to Y/N,” atsumu looks at genji, encouraging him to say his thanks

“,,thanks for fixing my toys, Y/N.”

“no problem, genji.” you smile at the two of them when they move to leave the store, fixed toys in hand— as they wave at you before parting

“oh, Y/N?” atsumu calls out,

“yeah?”

“call me atsumu— from now on.” his cheeks are tinted pink, and he can feel genji’s eyes on him.

“oh, uhm. yeah! i’ll see you later, atsumu.”

so yeah— the two of you went out for some coffee, and before he even knew it, he was in love.

it might take him a few months to realize it though

suna rintarou

i can’t imagine him having kids for some reason 💀 but if he were to have any, he’d definitely have a daughter

rintarou himself, didn’t think he would have kids at at all, really. but the moment he was able to meet asuka— his lovely little daughter

he was hooked. he seemed a little awkward at first, not very used to caring for a child. but he was actually decent at his job

he’d sneak into his daughter’s room to hold her when she was upset— even when his wife was too knocked out to realize it, and he’d show her picture books

since she liked them a lot, even when she can’t coherently read a straight paragraph yet.

it started to concern him when he realized how little his wife was involved in the development of their daughter.

she started acting different, a little bit after she didn’t have to breastfeed asuka

and then, that’s when it happened.

“i literally can’t believe you,” he speaks when he’s packing his things, “we have a child together.”

his soon to be ex wife is on the floor, begging him to stay— but he doesn’t care. “look, the idea of you cheating wasn’t very surprising. i don’t care anymore, really. but the fact that you’ve been neglecting asuka for your selfish needs is low. i hope you’re ashamed of yourself.”

his words are so much different that his lenient, calm self. which only solidifies reality

so he leaves with asuka, not caring about the sobs that left his soon to be ex wife’s mouth.

and even though he was still angry at his wife for not being there, he’d never let it show to asuka

he’d still show her picture books, he’d still sit down and watch miraculous ladybug with her— even when she doesn’t understand it all completely

and speaking of picture books— he decided that he needed to buy more for her

so he took her to the bookstore, and he didn’t really know what he was doing. he bought all those previous books when asuka was still a newborn

now it’s a little fuzzy on what he should be looking for. colors, right? he needs a picture book that has plenty of colors.

and that’s where you come in. you’re youthful, despite looking not that far off his age, you’re humming to yourself as you fix the bookshelves

“uhm,” he calls out for your help, and you look at him in recognition “need any help? what are you looking for?”

there’s a helpful glint in your eyes, and it reminded him of what should’ve been in his ex wife’s eyes. “my daughter, likes picture books. and,, i don’t know what i’m doing.”

she’s basically a replica of him, same eye color, and same hair color. but her eyes are much more rounded, youthful.

“cute kid,” you smile when she coos at you, “the children books are this way, follow me!” you exclaim, moving to navigate your way to the children’s book isle

so it seems to be that you really know what you’re doing. most people would’ve recommended picture books with a lot of words, or just no words at all

but you’ve found the books that made asuka exclaim in happiness.

and although it’s not very obvious that rintarou’s caring to his child— he is, and you could tell. despite looking lost, and sometimes bored when you’re explaining the books.

so every 2 weeks, the father would return with his daughter, after he got back from volleyball— and you’d help them pick out on certain books.

rintarou assumed he’d never take a liking in anyone again, but,, here he is. and he doesn’t know how you’ll react to that.

but it’s worth a try— he’d try and get your number when he’d see you again

the next time you see him, the middle blocker’s alone. and he tells you that he needs more picture books for asuka, since she’s staying over at his volleyball friend’s house for a day

“Y/N,”

“yes?” you turn your head, meeting his stare. he looks well,, himself. like how he first sought out for your help a few weeks back

“,, could i get your number? y’know, just in case asuka wanted worded books in the future. you’ve helped a lot, so,,”

you smile, “is this your way of hitting on me?”

he didn’t think it was that obvious, “what?— i mean,” he fumbles to reason out, feeling a bit more awkward. because yes, he’s asking you out but,, he has the power to make things more laxed, y’know?

truthfully, you don’t know much about him. you know a lot about his daughter, sure! but you don’t know anything about her biological mother, or what happened, or why she’s not taking asuka to the bookstore

but you chose not to ask, out of respect. he’d tell you some other day. “i’m just teasing,” you smile, moving to get a small piece of paper— writing your digits on the paper, and placing it in his pocket

“i’d like to see you again,” you smile, “say hi to asuka for me.”

the middle blocker left the store in content, absolutely sure that asuka would love to see you again even when she can’t form proper sentences.

sakusa kiyoomi

didn’t think he’d be fit to be a father— but here he is

though he seems cold, he does take responsibility, and he does love and care for his child, seina

it’s not like he’ll be posting pictures of his child everywhere— i mean, even if he had a different personality, he still wouldn’t be posting his kid everywhere

but he does cherish seina, like his life depended on it. he’d still silently watch her cross out word puzzles in a messy matter, he’d silently listen to her talk about her favorite pastries

he loves her!

so that’s why it made him mad, when even after 4 years of seina being born, her mother made little to no effort in spending time with her

doesn’t matter if it was a simple gesture like tucking her in, or showing up to a birthday— she just,, never did.

it was almost as if she was ignoring seina, which causes some distraught on the child’s behalf— which passed on the negative feeling to him

like,, seina wasn’t an unbearable kid. sure, she acted up here and there, that’s an issue kiyoomi has been trying to fix on his own

but it was nothing too concerning, and it was containable. but his wife treated her like she was absolutely unbearable

and it was super strange because, she’d act normal around him, but would barely acknowledge her own daughter’s existence

so what did kiyoomi do? he confronted her, of course.

and no— his wife wasn’t cheating, and nothing tragic happened that would’ve caused her to be this way

she was just,, lazy

“so.. you gave birth and stopped caring for her? is that it?” furious was an understatement, considering that his wife forgot to make her daughter breakfast

which caused her to sneak out of the house, and ask for some breakfast from some nice neighbors.

“look, if you want nothing to do with her, just say that. i’m taking seina, and leaving.” so yeah now he’s a single father.

to say he didn’t love her was too quick, a part of him didn’t love the fact that his wife loved him, but didn’t show any sign of affection towards her daughter.

he knew it was going to fade away anyway. his feelings for his unofficial ex wife.

and i don’t think he’d plan on seeing new people, since now these days— people just like the idea of being with him

which meant that most people would’ve been scared away, or turned off if they really sat down in a conversation with him

besides the point, kiyoomi was taking his daughter to the bakery again— as she was craving new pastries, and wanted to go to the new bakery that just opened near by

and kiyoomi was like “why not ig” and took her there— but then, this is where he’d meet you for the first time

you were one of the bakers, and it’s not like he was going to pay attention to you— until you did something even HE couldn’t do

“papa, whyyyy” the whining sounding painful in his ears, as his daughter clung to the display of pastries “can’t we get moreeee??”

“seina,” he sighs, “no, we can’t.”

“but—”

“papa, you’re no fair!” her bottom lip trembles, and he could almost FEEL the judgmental stares of the other customers in the bakery

and this is where you come in, “is something the matter?”

“papa won’t.. get me more!” she stares at the selection of pastries, “i’ve been so nice but.. it’s no fair!” her eyes tear up

“don’t cry,” you bend down to blot her tears away with a tissue, “y’know, he probably has a reason, but you’re in luck— actually!” you maneuver behind the counter

you come out from behind, presenting a fresh batch of pastries— that were just right to his daughter’s liking, to the point that it shut her up entirely

“they’re on the house, today’s our opening day, so it’s the bakery’s treat!”you state in a warming matter, grabbing a paper bag to place the pastries in

kiyoomi stares at you, observing you quietly— you could feel his cold stare, even though he’s wearing a medical face mask, that covers about half of his face

you blink, not knowing what is going through his head, and you gesture to his daughter to take them

you clearly don’t know who he is— and that gives kiyoomi some sort of relief, compared to the other customers that are murmuring to each other “sakusa kiyoomi’s here with his daughter! is this what he does in his free time?”

kiyoomi takes the paper bag, giving some sort of non verbal acknowledgement, before he takes his daughter’s hand and leaves

“bye, kind person!” seina calls out to you, which catches you off guard— this causes your coworkers to coo at the girl’s words

“didn’t know sakusa’s daughter was so cute!”

and you’d assume that your interactions with the quiet stranger and his daughter would end at that, but no! life is full of surprises.

the tall masked father comes in again, a little bit before closing time— you were absolutely beat, your back feeling as if boulders were glued to the back, and your feet burning from all of the rush

“oh, what could i do for you?”

he stays quiet, but a small presence sticks behind him, and peers up to you. the face is familiar to you, so you wave “hi there! it’s nice to see you again.”

“i wanna say thanks.” her rounded eyes practically shimmer when they lay themselves on the pastries again, but she shakes her head “for the pastries! they’re very tasty.”

“i’m glad you like them, what was your favorite part of the pastry?”

“the filling! twas yummy!” she gives a toothy grin, “tell me, where ‘dya learn to bake like that?”

kiyoomi stares at the scene unfolding before him. it was.. new. unfamiliar— he hasn’t seen his daughter act like this with anyone else— besides him and his team mates. so, he simply watched.

seina babbled and babbled, much to the your amusement— and the other staff members. you listened to her with your full attention, your interest never wavering in the slightest

it’s a bit later, kiyoomi holds a tired seina in his arms— you expect him to leave the bakery, his daughter’s wishes been fulfilled, and he wouldn’t have a reason to stick around

but then he presents to you a large stack of cash “for the pastries. my,, daughter really liked them.”

your eyes widen, “sir! i told you, the pastries were on the house!” you shake your head, “either way, i can’t take this! it’s too much for some pastries!”

“no, seina insists. in fact, she’s entirely why i’m here.” his tone stays consistent, but even with the mask— you could tell that he’s smiling. “she’s well,, everything. if she’s set on something, then she’ll do everything to achieve her goal.”

you smile at the statement, “thanks for bringing her here sir..?”

kiyoomi hesitates to tell you his name for a moment, an unfamiliar, yet familiar pound in his chest rises— he chooses to not figure it out right now, considering that it would be too soon to pursue a romantic relationship.

but, if his daughter brought him here, then it must be for a reason. “kiyoomi.”

“right,” you smile, “thanks for coming here, kiyoomi. you can give me a call, if seina wants any more pastries.” you write your number on a piece of paper, and hand it to him

he doesn’t reply, but he does take the piece of paper anyway— keeping it in his pocket

and for once, he thinks that he doesn’t hate having to go to the bakery weekly., because there’ll be a warm presence there to greet him— and of course, seina.

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