#usually I’m loud and proud and don’t care if anyone thinks it’s cringe so I never thought I’d be in this situation

[linklethehistorian]

The Quintessential Closeted Fan Experience™️

“Oh I think this friend might be in the same fandom as me.”

*Instead of asking, scrolls their blog for the better part of an hour looking for some fandom posts I vaguely remember seeing them reblog over a year ago, just to confirm*

“Oh fuck yeah I finally found it! They are!”

*realizes it is only three posts closely spaced together*

“But what if they’re not? Maybe they just saw this on their dash and thought it looked neat but they’re actually not in the fandom, and then I approach them thinking they’re in the fandom and find out they’re not in the fandom and then look like an idiot for assuming it and — ”

*clicks off the blog back to main dash*

“Actually, it’s fine, I don’t need any friends in this fandom after all. :))”

[purplesurveys]

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Retaking a survey I took from five years ago. Let’s see how much I’d cringe at some of these old answers 😬

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What is the title of the strangest book you own? 2017: I know I have an old book somewhere entitled Sing a Song of Tuna Fish, which I got when I was I think 8. Enjoyed quite a bit at the time and reread it a few times too. That’s the weirdest one I have. 2022: I guess I misunderstood the question five years ago because I answered with a book I owned with the strangest title, hahaha. But I don’t think I’ve ever owned a book with content I would consider ‘strange.’ How often do you actually wake up in a good mood? 2017: Kind of rarely these days. I hate 6 AM call times EVERY DAY. 2022: Every weekend I would. Unfortunately from Monday to Friday I would always wake up with the heaviest sense of dread any person has ever carried. I don’t know how I manage to get up and keep myself composed every time.

What can we usually find you doing on a Friday night? 2017: Friday nights are always reserved for Gabie, whether we’re staying in or eating out. We mix up the itinerary every week, so there’s no usual. 2022: I am almost always in my Ready-For-Hibernation mood and stay cozily wrapped up in bed, ready to watch 4-5 episodes of Run BTS. My work makes me actively socialize all week long so by the time Friday rolls around I am  just about ready to disappear from the world for the next two days. Sometimes I’d make plans to go out and have drinks with friends...but for the overwhelming majority of the time I like to take the time to recharge. What would you say is your guiltiest pleasure? 2017: Right now that title belongs to Charlie Puth, but I don’t necessarily feel guilty about enjoying his music… 2022: Hm. I don’t think I have any these days. I’m pretty loud and proud about the things I enjoy hahaha.

Tell me all about your special lady/gentleman. 2017: She has just the prettiest, the purest, and the sweetest soul. She has this vibe about her that makes her loved by everyone; even all of my orgmates love having her around. She’s great at reading and making poetry, and is the smartest person I know. 2022: Ahahahahahaha, eugh. I don’t have anyone that fits that title right now and I’m not up to finding that kind of person anymore. Once is enough.

What is the highest outdoor temperature you’ve ever had to endure? 2017: Malaysia was pretty hot and dry, but I was never able to note the temperature. Here in the Philippines, the worst was probably 36-37ºC. The humidity made it worse too so technically that would increase it to around 42ºC. 2022: Yeah my own country takes the throne on this one; 42ºC is still accurate. Southeast Asia’s climate in general is pretty awful and yes, I will still agree that Malaysia felt very warm – Indonesia, too.

And the lowest? 2017: That belongs to either Japan (too cold I couldn’t even speak and stayed clinging to my dad so I could walk properly) or Sagada at 4 AM. Japan at the time had a one-digit temperature in Celsius, and Sagada was 10ºC. 2022: Japan was very uncomfortably cold but that was also my fault because I had no idea how to pack for that kind of weather. All I had was a long-sleeved shirt and the thinnest shawl in the world.

What is the funniest thing a child has ever said to you. 2017: I don’t actually know…Filipino kids aren’t all that witty. I just remember being entertained by my godson one time, who genuinely cared for ants and thinks they should be left undisturbed. It was even funnier the way his eyebrows were knitted so much in concern. 2022: Recently I had to spearhead a shoot for a client and we had kids star in the said video. One of the kids was a big Pokemon fan and always plugged in Pokemon in all the questions she was asked; and “What do you wanna be when you grow up?” “I wanna be a Pokemon!” was probably the most hilariously unforgettable exchange that we managed to shoot. Sent us all laughing behind the camera. Do you let your pets on your furniture? 2017: Sure, the only exception being the dining table. 2022: Yep. Agi is poorly-trained though and he will occasionally pee on the couch. Can you usually tell when someone has feelings for you? 2017: The fact that I don’t know anything right now means I probably can’t, haha. I had no slight clue Mike liked me the way he did and how serious he was about it, that’s another case. I can read people very well, but I’m just very oblivious when it comes to this. 2022: No. I also don’t care for that stuff anymore so even if someone were to come out, I feel like I’d easily brush them off. Do you know what things your pet(s) prefers to eat? 2017: My dog loves his rice and his meat. In other words, human food. That’s what he grew on and that’s what he ended up loving most. 2022: ^ That is the same for Cooper and Agi. They like table food + liver and they both happen to have very sensitive stomachs – every time we make them try something new it always makes their digestive system malfunction as fuck lmao, so we mainly stick to the said combo. What would you plant in your dream garden? 2017: Please don’t trust me with plants. 2022: I never want to own a garden. Do you believe in fairies, gnomes, or elves? 2017: …..No? 2022: No. What does your wallet look like? 2017: Filled with pieces of paper that I know I have to throw out but just can’t be bothered to. Some bills in it too, and tons of coins. 2022: Five years later and it is still filled to the brim with receipts I should have thrown out six months ago. I no longer carry bills and coins though since I go cashless now. What is your favorite thing to cook for someone else? 2017: I can only make instant noodles for Gab but thankfully she never gets tired of it. 2022: I don’t make food for other people haha. If I wanna feed them I just get food delivery. Tell me about the last book you read. 2017: It talks about Asian imperialism and touched on how the Japanese basically became the bully in the entire continent. It was annoying to contemplate on it in the first place since I definitely knew what my country had to go through under them, come to find out even more of their atrocities in China. Apparently they liked raping women and either cutting children in half or burning them, so that was an absolute joy to read. 2022: Can’t remember the last book I read. Who was the last person to leave you flustered? 2017: Haven’t felt that recently. 2022: My new associate, Erin; she did a minor work booboo last Friday and I had to rack my head quickly on how to resolve the issue. What’s the last thing you ate that was made with phyllo dough? 2017: I’m not sure. 2022: Probably those quiches I had at a PR event last June. Describe the outfit that makes you look and feel your best. 2017: I have a variety of those that I just whip out whenever I want to have the feeling that I know I look good. A tight black tank top and ripped jeans usually does the trick most times though. 2022: I’m really into black turtlenecks and find that they suit me quite well. What can you see from where you’re sitting? 2017: The entire dining area and part of the kitchen. I would also see the guest bathroom from here but the door is closed. 2022: The fairy lights right above me, the night sky with lots of stars, and the mountainous/upper portion of the city where I can see the bright lights from the cafes and restaurants that line up the roads there. I have it pretty good here :) When you have a chance at happiness, do you allow yourself to take it? 2017: Yes, but most of the time I can be wary at first; and generally I don’t let myself wallow in being happy for too long because it’s always taken away from me harshly at some point. 2022: Absolutely. Being and staying happy is a big priority in my life and I intend to make it stay that way. What are some bands others would be surprised to find in your music library? 2017: I never let anyone know about my punk taste to begin with so I’m sure they’d be most surprised if I suddenly tuned into my Misfits or Cro-Mags discography. 2022: Yeah, I’d say punk music is still up there. Other people may also assume that I exclusively listen to BTS, so they might be surprised that I support other groups too – mainly Enhypen, NewJeans, Le Sserafim, Tubatu, Stray Kids, SHINee. Fanwars are so immature to me and I only ever bite back when someone comes after my boys first. How do you feel about kettle cooked chips? 2017: I’m not familiar with the name. I might know what they are as chips, but I never bother learning about what they are called most of the time haha. 2022: Idk, I don’t think I’ve had them a lot. Tell me something about yourself that you’re most proud of. 2017: I study in the top university in the country. 2022: Last year, I managed to crawl out of the worst depression I’ve ever been in and have been able to focus on my happiness and growth since then. What do you like to dunk in your coffee, if anything? 2017: I dont dunk my food in it. 2022: Don’t really dunk anything in my coffee. What was the subject of the last documentary you watched? 2017: Haven’t sat down to view a docu in so long but the last one was probably about the feral child, Genie. 2022: It was the Burn the Stage docu-series and it essentially covers BTS’ journey throughout their Wings tour. Also gave birth to the notorious Taejin fight that I like to go back from time to time because it’s amazing how the seven of them so very maturely resolved the argument. And also because Taejin. What sort of things do you do when you have the entire evening to relax? 2017: Surveys, call my girlfriend, watch YouTube videos, sometimes sleep early. 2022: Surveys, relaxing with a cup of coffee and a pastry, and picking out a BTS-related thing to binge-watch, whether it’s Run BTS or one of their docu-series or a concert. Sometimes I’ll go to a coffee shop and just be on my own for a while. Are there any books I should check out next time I’m at the library? 2017: Yup, not really the person to go to for book recommendations. 2022: We don’t even have any proper libraries here so I wouldn’t know what to reco you. Opinions on cold pizza? 2017: The only way to eat pizza. 2022: ^ Bullshit, fresh-out-the-oven pizza is great too lol. But yes, I do love cold pizza and when we have leftover slices I usually wouldn’t bother with throwing it in the microwave. Do you have a favorite brand of tea? 2017: I don’t even drink tea. 2022: Don’t like tea. What’s the last stupid question you were asked? (Besides these.) 2017: Hahahaha good save. Gabie asked me who Gianina (an org-mate) was even though they have met each other like five times. Her memory is so bad but sometimes it’s just asking for an eyeroll from me lol. 2022:There are no stupid questions, just stupid people. What’s been on your mind lately? 2017: How I’m going to see Paramore up close in three months. 2022: Getting ready to buy Christmas gifts for my family and friends. Always the most stressful time of the year lol and I can’t wait for the moment I’m already able to cross off everyone on my checklist. Tell me about the best thing you created with your own two hands. 2017: A pot! I made one from clay on my trip to Ilocos last August. I’ve wanted to do it since I was maybe 5 and was sooooo excited to get my hands on the wet clay. Definitely not as easy as it looks on screen but I loved how mine turned out. I couldn’t take it home though since it had to be baked and everything for a week, but I was only staying there for two days :( 2022: ^ That cute lil pot is still definitely a highlight but I’m also proud of the embroidery stuff I did back in 2020! I never got to finish any of the templates, but I think I’m prouder of the fact that I was depressed at the time and yet still managed to get up and find comfort and joy in doing those. How strong do you like your coffee? 2017: Not strong. I want milk in my coffee. 2022: Eh, I can fluctuate but don’t really have a preference tbh. Some days I’ll get an iced Americano, but other days I’d want to take it slow and get something like a caramel macchiato or Spanish latte. Do you feel like you need to get something off your chest? 2017: Not right now. 2022: Yes, I kinda want to tell Bea and Trina that I’ve been struggling at work and that I need to find a reason to want to stay. I did voice this out to Trina recently and she went ahead and scheduled a one-on-one call this week, so I should be able to vent soon. Describe your morning routine. 2017: Sluggish. Always lazy. Always grumpy. 2022:: I usually wake up ~2 hours before work, so I spend the extra time either falling back asleep or watching BTS so I can kind of calm down and appease my morning anxiety. By 8:50 AM, I get up so I could prepare my morning coffee, make my bed, wash my face, and fix my hair. First things I do once clocking in are to clear out emails I may have gotten the night before + craft my to-do list for the day; and once I’m able to accomplish those, I’m usually already able to feel more composed and ready to power through for the next eight hours. What strange food combinations do you thoroughly enjoy? 2017: I would experiment mayonnaise on anything edible. 2022: ^ Yeap, definitely still a big fan of mayonnaise hahaha. Also peanut butter and jalapeño in burgers – I’m not sure if this would still be considered as ‘strange’ since more and more restaurants are now offering it as a novelty item, but we’re still counting it. What’s your favorite Elvis song? 2017: I don’t have one. 2022: Not an Elvis fan. Are there any songs you wish your favorite band would cover? 2017: Welp not really into covers, so. Paramore’s Fleetwood Mac and Drake covers are all a solid 12/10, though. 2022: If BTS ever covered Misguided Ghosts by Paramore or anything by One Direction I feel like my head would explode. Do you enjoy talking on the phone? 2017: Only with my girlfriend. Otherwise, it’s dreadful. 2022: I don’t mind having to do it for work (a character development in itself as I used to be literally incapable of talking on the phone), but it’s not something I enjoy. The only people I’d willingly take a call for are Angela and Hans, but even then it’s never a channel I prefer. Are you currently waiting for something to come in the mail? 2017: Nope. 2022: Ugh yes. I’m currently waiting on my orders of Jungkook’s photo folio, BTS’ Love Yourself: The Final DVD, and the set version of Jin’s The Astronaut to arrive from my usual shop, and don’t know what’s taking so long since all three were released quite a while ago. Sorry to say but I think I’m switching usuals after this because there are so many other shops that can ship out stuff so much faster lol. Would you rather see someone of the opposite sex naked or nicely dressed? 2017: Away from me. 2022: This is a tad bit immature, don’t you think? Hahaha. What makes your best friend the best? 2017: They are patient with me. That’s all I’ve always asked for. 2022: I hate giving out cliché answers but I appreciate that both have been there for me through the ups and absolute lows. They stayed when I had to push everyone away for a little while; and they welcomed me back with open arms when I was ready to be back. When was the last time you felt incredibly stupid or embarrassed? 2017: Ughhhhh fuck, awhile ago because I’M THE WORST. I was at a buffet and this waiter guy is making small talk, being super friendly. Unfortunately my ears decided to be the biggest pricks right at that moment and when he asked, “Have you been seated?” I couldn’t get myself to understand him and had to ask ‘sorry?’ FOUR. TIMES. Four times to repeat the freakin’ question. I couldn’t believe my guts. I suck. Made up for it by being just as friendly after that slipup. 2022: Last Friday when we had a brainstorming session for an upcoming pitch and came up blank, hahahaha. Luckily I managed to squeeze in some research earlier today so I should be more prepared in the coming days. How do you go about cheering someone up? 2017: Depends on the person because they all have their own solutions. Others want to be left alone, some want to be hugged, to be listened to, to be given advice, need a shoulder to cry on, or just need a companion to stay silent with. I do all of those with or for my loved ones. 2022: I listen, because 100% of the time they just want someone to share to. From there I try to gauge what it is they need at that moment. How would you react if someone told you they had feelings for you? 2017: Yikes. 2022: Give them a heads-up that I’m not interested in being in a relationship. And apologize after the fact, I guess. Serenade me with some lyrics from the song currently stuck in your head. 2017: “If I smile with my teeth, bet you’d believe me / If I smile with my teeth, I think I believe me.” 2022: J TO THE HOOOOOPE JUNG TO THE HUIMANG JACK IN THE BOOOX PANDORAUI SON HANA NAMEUN HUIMANG JACK IN THE BOOOOOOOOX What is the last thing you wrote down? 2017: (continuing this from last night) Notes I’ve written on my readings for history class. 2022: The To/From blanks in an envelope. Tell me something great about the day/night you’re having. 2017: …I had just woken up. Get back to me with this question later on in the day. 2022: I had sushi and chocolate chip cookies today :D :D :D

Would you ever participate in a suspension? 2017: Of? 2022: I still don’t know what that means. What was the last thing to annoy you? 2017: My schedule doesn’t work with everyone else’s today. :/ 2022: I wasn’t able to finish the said research I started earlier this afternoon, even though my initial session already took me four hours. I’ll have to go back to it tonight, right after this survey, if I don’t want to face a fuckton of backlog tomorrow morning. Name five things that begin with the letter C. 2017: Cactus, coconuts, credit card, claw, cane. 2022: Cat food, chairs, cake, chargers, and coloring pens. What’s the title of the last book you bought? 2017: Yeah about that… 2022: No clue. Would you ever consider visiting Texas? 2017: I would, actually; but mostly because I have family living there. One of my second cousins that I’m really close with, Ate Joelle, urges me every year to come hang in Texas so I probably would once I’ve the money to. I don’t know much about the state though except Christianity is kind of huge. 2022: No. Aren’t they one of the more conservative states? Besides, the family I mentioned above already moved to like New York afaik so at this point in time I have little reason to stop over at Texas. Where do you go when you need to escape? 2017: My room, Skywalk, or the college library. 2022: The rooftop, a random cafe, or wherever my car’s pedals and steering wheel happen to take me. How big is your town’s library? 2017: Ask that to our government, who never allots enough money for institutions like that :—-) We don’t have any local libraries, nor parks, nor memorials, nor a museum save for one. 2022: We don’t have one. Which bands would play in your dream concert? 2017: My favorites won’t merge well in a concert so meh. 2022: ^ Still true. Do you know of any home remedies that work surprisingly well? 2017: No. 2022: Does Katinko count? I use that shit for any body pain I run into hah. If you could make a movie, what would it be about? 2017: I’ll leave that to my girlfriend, the bigger film major between the two of us. 2022: I’m not interested in making a movie. Tell someone something they need to know. 2017: That they’d have to be a huge dick to wake me up the way they did earlier. 2022: I want to get the fuck out of this job. What’s something you’ve never been able to live down? 2017: When I sang for a hundred or so party guests on my 7th birthday party. My parents definitely would never let me forget it–the entire thing is on CD. 2022: The time I drunkenly said “Fuck you, Kata” to my then-boss, Kata, with Bea around as well. They’ve never let me forget it and it’s since turned into an inside joke that we like to have a laugh about every once in a while. What’s something that’s been on your to-do list for awhile? 2017: Hahahahaha ughhhhh the mockery of this question. I guess do the stuff that I’ve been needing to do in Filipino. 2022: Get my diploma and transcript of records so I can finally leave my college chapter behind haha. How do you take your mind off things? 2017: Surveys usually. YouTube videos sometimes. 2022: BTS. Tell me a joke. 2017: Eh, all the good ones I know of are in Filipino. 2022: I’m blanking out. Do you own a battle jacket? 2017: Nope. 2022: No.

[miekasa]

more boyfriend headcanons: love languages

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern au, college au to some extent, fluff

↯ notes: i cannot stop thinking about him, so have 50 more head canons about this absolute menace. despite the title, he can and will turn anything into a love language, so beware.

annoying the hell out of you (quality time)

You’ve heard of girls sitting on their boyfriend’s laps and hugging them/falling asleep while they play games, now get ready for: boyfriends hugging you from the back while you attempt to do any mundane activity bc they miss you.

Because that’s Eren. About almost anything, because his physical affection, when not in the presence of other people, is absolutely on ten thousand and one.

The only public place he doesn’t mind cuddling up to you is the library. He doesn’t mind putting his arm around you or leaning his head on your shoulder, or even doing the sitting hugging thing in the library. Mostly because few people are there anyway.

Mind you, you’re the one who even showed him where the library was, and now he doesn’t know how to act. “Eren it’s not a ‘cuddling spot.’ It’s the library where I—and lots of other people, including yourself—go to do homework.” “If not cuddling spot, then why library chairs and study rooms cuddly?”

Particularly when it’s getting late and you’ve been crammed in the library for hours, and Eren just wants you to pack it up so he can drive you home. He’ll squeeze himself between your body and the back of your chair, wrap his arms around your stomach, and lay his cheek on your back.

Most times he falls asleep waiting for you to be finished. Sometimes he gets impatient and tickles you until you agree to leave. Either works for him.

He doesn’t not like holding hands in public, but it’s not his go to either. If you’re walking together, sometimes he’ll wrap his arm around your shoulder—usually after some cocky comment—or even walk behind you with his hands on your shoulders like it’s a two person conga line.

He doesn’t kiss you in public a lot, and never around his friends. They can see the literal hearts in his eyes when he’s around you though, so it’s not like he has to. On occasion, he will kiss your cheek. It’s kind of random, but you don’t question it.

In all honestly, whenever he gets affectionate or cuddly in public is all pretty random, even to him. Sometimes he’ll just be standing around you and he’s hit with the urge to engulf you in a hug and kiss your cheeks and he has to stop himself like, “....Why did I just think about doing that?”

Partially because he wasn’t outwardly hugged or shown affection a lot as a child, so sometimes he gets to urges children do to just want a hug. But he’s also pretty bad and/or new at processing his emotions like that so he mostly stands there like 🧍 looking at you with lovey dovey eyes instead.

Touchy when he’s drunk. But that’s not exclusive to you; anyone in a five foot radius of him will be subject to his arm slung around their shoulders, or him being slumped over their back, or random head ruffles.

Most commonly Armin, but I think we all knew that. Sometimes it’s Jean, and Jean is an even messier drunk, which results in the both of them actually being overly affectionate with each other in a strange, but endearing way. They both deny it to their graves when they’re sober, though.

Hovers around you. Constantly. Like a shadow. 

Does not leave you the hell alone when you’re in the kitchen. Will make it 100x more difficult for you to cook or just maneuver, which is ironic seeing as the most gourmet thing he can cook up is bagel with cream cheese. 

Sometimes Eren seems unaware of his size in comparison to you and your friends. It’s very sweet that he laughs with his whole body, but he’s got to realize that if bumps into you because of his sporadic laughter, that he might accidentally knock you into next Tuesday.

Likes when you touch his hair, doesn’t matter where or when, or who’s around. He loves it, all of it.

Will press his face against yours if he has stubble, just to be annoying. Like always.

If you hadn’t gotten it from everything else, he just likes to annoy you in general. But, like, affectionately. I keep saying it’s his love language and I mean it. Really—what it is is that he likes spending time with you, but he also likes annoying the hell out of you, too.

Bites. Not in a sexy way—well, unless you want him too—but, just because. Bites your shoulder when you’re not expecting it, bites your cheek while you’re in the middle of watching a show. Sometimes he takes your hand in his and your think it’s going to be sweet and he’s going to kiss it, but really he just brings it to his mouth to bite it.

Bites your ass, too. Again, just for fun. Because he thinks he can get away with it. Biting is a love language I’m telling y’all.

Likes to give you piggy back rides, even if you don’t ask for them or need one. You could be going from your room to the living room and Eren insists on carrying you there. 

And for some reason, he thinks that because he likes to hold/lift you, that that should apply to you as well?? Like he’s not 6′1 and big bodied, hello?? Eren you cannot just jump on top of people, you’re grown. 

He lets you dress him a lot. His fashion sense isn’t bad, and to be honest with you, I think he’d be a little bit of a hypebeast LOL. I don’t mean decked out head to toe in Supreme (god forbid...) but definitely has a bit of a sneaker obsession.

Not that he keeps them clean or is obsessive about creasing them he couldn’t care less. He just thinks they’re cool. Maybe even some accessories too, like those KAWS toys. Not a lot because they’re hard to get, but is really proud of his little growing collection.

But if you want to dress him up, he’s down for it. Would even let you buy him a pea coat so he can pretend to be a scholar. (He’s not BYE). He’ll tell you if something really isn’t his style, but he’ll wear it if you tell him he looks hot 🙄

Kinda forces his way into your life in little ways. Like, he’ll start adding his favorite snacks to your grocery lists. Moves a pair of your shoes from the door to make room for his own when he’s over. Basically claims two drawers for himself in your dresser. Annoying. Endearing.

Lowkey has his own intricate skincare routine, but he likes doing it with you more. He’ll make it a whole thing, and buy wine, and stupid drinking card games, and sit with you on your bed for 2 hours playing while your face masks dry. 

Texts you if you’re in the same room as him, but not paying attention to him. Especially if you’re doing schoolwork.

Throws pillows at you while you’re sitting at your desk to get your attention. He could just say your name, but it’s so much more fun this way (according to him anyway). It’s all fun and games until you smother him with one. 

Thinks arguing with you is cute, and sometimes says or does—or doesn’t do, for that matter—things just to incite an argument. Not a big one, or something serious, just petty things to rile you up so he can kiss and make up for it. For example, he’ll purposely putting the dishes in the wrong place, or hiding the remote from you, or putting his clothes in the wrong hamper.

“Eren, I swear to god, if you don’t stop putting the water bottles on the top shelf—” “What are you gonna do it about, pretty girl? Hit me with it? You can’t even reach—ow!”

being your loudest hype man (words of affirmation) 

The amount of pictures he has of you... criminal. From off-guards, to posed photos, to selfies, to screenshots, he has them all tucked away in a little folder with your name and a string of very inappropriate emojis after it.

Screenshots 90% of your snaps to him, even if his just of your eyebrows up. Sometimes because he thinks it’s funny, sometimes to save the picture because he likes it, but mostly because he knows you don’t understand WHY and that’s gives him the most satisfaction 😌

Loud and annoying in your comments on social media too. Hype man almost to a cringe fail level. He doesn’t care though, he has to let it be known. 

You could post a simple picture of you and Mikasa at lunch and Eren is in the comments screaming as per usual. @jaegerbomb: do i see TWO pretty best friends??? fuck it up besties 😫🥵🥵😜

GOD. HE WOULD RESPOND WITH “SO TRUE, BESTIE” TO ANYTHING ONCE HE LEARNS WHAT IT MEANS.

Oh, but he doesn’t take to it lightly when you call him bestie, or refer to him as your friend in any capacity. He’s your boyfriend, and would like to be labeled as such.

If you did that prank where you pick up the phone while you’re around him and say “Oh, I’m not too busy, I’m hanging with a friend right now,” he would pout about it for days. Days. Doesn’t get over it, and reminds you of your transgressions every two to three business weeks.

Tells you you look hot all the time, regardless of what you’re doing or wearing. He means it, too, genuinely, he thinks you’re hot. But he does get a kick out of how potentially embarrassed it makes you.

Tells you you’re smart and beautiful and his favorite person on the planet. He means it, always, even if the delivery isn’t romantic. Although, he would argue that telling you he would “tap that” is very romantic. 

for him: receiving gifts & words of affirmation

Eren would be really humbled and honored to receive a gift from you. He needs to receive physical affection, too—but something about you thinking about him enough to buy or make him a gift that he’ll love and cherish really hits home for him. He doesn’t have many people who would do that for him.

If you buy him anything, he’s using it the second it’s out of the wrapping paper. You buy him shoes? He’s wearing them the next day. A new case for his phone? Rips the old one off in an instant. A little trinket for his keychain? He can barely remember to carry his keys in the first place, but suddenly he can’t ever forget them now.

He just can’t get over the fact that you think about him and know him well enough to tailor your purchases to his liking. It’s almost an impossible concept to him, and really reassuring that you love him as much as he loves you.

On a similar note, he actually doesn’t mind couple items, as long as they’re not obvious and/or corny. Down to have a pair of matching hats or phone cases or even sneakers. You don’t even have to always/only wear them at the same time, just knowing you have the same thing at home kinda makes him feel fuzzy inside.

He also thinks it’s hot. He can’t explain why knowing his girl has the same kicks at him is hot, he just knows it is.

As much as he likes telling you how hot you are, Eren also likes to hear that you find him attractive—and that you like him, in general. For the most part, he gets that from your physical reciprocity and quite literally letting him hover around you like a fly, but it’s nice to be told with words every once in a while.

For as much as he knows it, he gets a little caught of guard whenever you tell him you love him. He knows you love him, but hearing it sometimes is a little surreal to him. Very reassuring, too, and everyone needs a little reassurance from time to time.

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

Band-Aids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes, But Your Kisses Do

summary:  in a standoff with an unsub, reader makes a choice: her life or spencer’s. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader 

category: angst/fluff at the end 

warnings/includes: canon typical case violence, based off of episode “haunted” so spoilers, guns/gun violence, hospitals, kissing, mentions of hotch’s stabbing 

word count: 3437 

author’s note: i wrote this one a while ago and thought i’d share it. if anyone wants to be tagged, i’m going to figure it out and i’ll add you to a tag list!!  

Band-Aids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes, But Your Kisses Do

The two agents that sat on swivel chairs facing each other fake arguing about an episode of Dr. Who. Spencer had his legs straight out, resting on Y/N’s lap comfortably. She leaned forward and placed her chin on her hand as she explained to Spencer her thoughts on the episode. 

“Spencer, you cannot tell me that you don't think  David Tennant is hot! I watched the episode with you and I can tell you are-" 

“I’m not going to argue against that, Y/N. David Tennant is,” Spencer started as he fiddled with the lollipop that Garcia handed him when he and Y/N walked into the bullpen.

“Is what, Spence?” A teasing look graced her face as Spencer’s blush grew down his exposed neck and collarbone. 

“He’s hot, okay Y/N is that what you want me to say!” Spencer’s voice rose a couple octaves from his admission over his not-so-subtle-crush on The Doctor.

“That’s exactly what I wanted you to say, Spencer. Least I know we have the same type” She said with a wink. 

“You got a type, Y/N?” Derek called from the doorway of the conference room. 

“Yeah, hot doctors with brown hair”  Emily said without missing a beat. She had walked in behind Derek, the pair  of them discussing her annual Sin-to-Win Weekend in Atlantic City. 

“But they, you know, have to be like Time Lords, or whatever” She said in efforts to cover up her growing discomfort. 

She turned her attention back to Reid, who was in the process of trying to remove his leg from her warm lap. He did not want to give Derek anymore ammunition to make sly jokes at his not-so-subtle-crush on his best friend/co-worker. Secretly, he wanted to keep his leg there, against her soft thigh and maybe she’d drop her hands on his leg in a comforting gesture of….friendship. 

Garcia placed a tin decorated with white and orange cats dressed in bonnets on the table just within reach of Hotch’s usual spot near the monitor. Reid reached forward to open the tin, which he deduced was filled with Penelope’s infamous snickerdoodle cookies. Unfortunately, before the genius profiler could reach the gaudy tin, Penelope swatted his hand away from grasping the cookies. 

“Hey! Those are for Hotch” Penelope shouted as she grabbed the tin and moved them closer to Hotch’s chair. 

“What? You know I love cookies, Garcia. Come on, Hotch hates attention” 

“I just made some cookies, it’s not like I made him a cake.” Penelope argued as Derek and Emily both quietly eyed the cookies. 

“Spence, we’ll make cookies tonight. It looks like it’s just a paperwork day” Y/N said with a slight smile, that, in turn, elicited a big grin from an unsuspecting Spencer.

“Anyway,” Derek started as he chose to ignore the interaction that unfolded before him “we all know he’s going to act like nothing happened” he remarked as he fingered through the dozen case files spread out before him on the table. 

“Doesn’t mean we have to,” Penelope said sadly as she looked down at the cat cookie tin.  

“Maybe we should,” Reid said quietly to his co-workers. 

“But, I’m not built like that!” said Penelope. 

“Hotch is though, Penny,” Y/N noted as she snuck a cookie while Penelope’s back was turned. She broke it in half and handed it to Spencer under the table. He winked at her as she shushed him. 

“Yeah, Y/N,” Spencer said with a mouthful of cookie, “Hotch never blinks” he finished with a large swig of lukewarm, sugared coffee. 

“Classic Alpha Male” Spencer said, looking towards Derek. 

“Do you think he stared down Foyet...you know while it happened?” Emily questioned. She was usually the one who could stomach all these, but when it came to the team, she was as nervous as the lot of them. 

“It’s probably what saved his life,” Derek said somberly. 

“He can’t be okay,” Penelope said with a whisper. 

“I wouldn’t be,” Spencer said with an air of uncertainty, “I’m a blinker” 

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There was an uncomfortable silence during the ride to Louisville. Hotch was more sullen than usual, but, thankfully, Garcia broke the tension with her reports via computer screen. 

“Our point in Louisville is Lieutenant Kevin Mitchell, my contacts don’t report any more attacks related to this unsub” JJ relayed. She sat next to Derek, who was across from Hotch and Rossi. Emily sat criss cross on the table across from the foursome. On the small jet couch, Spencer and Y/N played a game of chess as they listened to the initial reports JJ received from the local PD. 

“Call’s proving hard to track. He never had a driver’s license, so he’s probably still on foot,” Spencer mumbled without removing his eyes from the chessboard. 

“Or public transportation,” Y/N added as she cringed when Spencer announced “check”. 

“Well, he’s not going to get anywhere too far with his face all over the news,” Emily continued. 

“So, what do we think the stressor is,” Rossi nodded. 

“He just lost his job. Worked in a factory since 1990. He made appliances forever. Not a single promotion” Garcia’s voice came across a little staticky. 

“That’s a long time to be bitter,” Derek posed. 

“Or he just doesn’t care,” Reid countered. 

“According, to what you sent over Garcia, he kind of seems like a hermit. Far as I can tell he’s got no one. No wife, no children, no parents.” Y/N added with a sad tone in her voice. 

With a sharp tone, Hotch added “then why didn’t he kill himself?” 

“He’s not finished killing yet,” Reid continued the thought, “check mate!” 

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It was at times like these that it seemed like the case drags on forever. Call had kidnapped a little boy, who, Spencer had figured out was Call’s biological son.  The local PD was getting them nowhere. Those overly macho cops seemed to be having a difficult time taking orders from JJ. Y/N watched as she marched over to Mitchell and demanded that he give a press conference. 

Y/N chuckled quietly to herself as she watched the interaction. JJ was a force to be reckoned with, especially when the life of an innocent child was at stake. That cop had no idea who he was challenging. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Spencer called from his spot in front of the whiteboard. It was decorated with a combination of their messy, rushed handwriting. Spencer grasped his blue marker and looked at Y/N with a painful expression. 

“I’m not getting anywhere with this geographical profile,” Spencer’s somber tone flooded Y/N’s emotions with an overwhelming sense to comfort him. 

“Spencer, put the marker down and look at me, please, for a second.” He obliged as he turned to face her.

Y/N reached up on her tiptoes to gently rub her hands along the base of Spencer’s neck. He could feel the tension melt away. Spencer was not one for physical affection, but he realized that he, in fact, craved the soft touches of people he trusted. Whether it was a brotherly pat on the back from Morgan, a playful high five from Garcia, a proud fist bump from Hotch, Spencer had grown to seek out affection. 

“Y/N,” he said. His voice but a whisper in the loud, hectic bullpen. 

“Shh,” She could sooth his worries just with a graze of her hands across his neck. It was magic to a scientist. Her magical presence set him on fire. 

“Hey, we can do this, Spence, all of us, but we need you,” Y/N voice mirrored his own. A hushed whisper that fueled the flames of his love. 

Instead of kissing her forehead or even hugging her, all Spencer could make out was a small thank you, before, like the wind, she was gone to see if Garica had any updates on the missing boy. 

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In a frantic hour, Garcia had discovered a possible location of Tommy and his father, Darrin. Like most the unsubs, they were children of tragedy. Children of abusive homes and of deep rooted violence. It was up to the team, as they raced down the street in their crowded SUVs, to stop the cycle of violence for claiming another innocent child. 

“Hotch, you are on speaker,” Emily called from the passenger seat of the car as Derek sped down the warehouse where they suspected Tommy to be held. 

“Do not go in there without SWAT, do you all here me?” Hotch said sternly. 

“That means you, Derek, don’t go in there till backup gets there,” JJ added from the phone that Emily held. 

“You got it, boss man,” Derek made a sharp turn that led Y/N to nearly fall into Spencer, who sat next to her. 

“Spencer! Where is your vest!?” Y/N asked him impatiently, with a tinge of nervousness and fear laced in her tone. 

“Y/N, Call doesn’t have a gun, he’s been using weapons of opportunity. The profile points to him not even being armed right now. If anything-” 

“Screw the profile, Spencer!” Y/N’s voice was hysterical now. “You need to where a damn vest, you are an FBI agent, if you get-” 

Y/N’s rant to Spencer was stopped short by the disturbing sight before her. From the SUV the four of them could see an even more distraught Call standing out in the middle of the warehouse parking lot. He held Tommy by the neck, with a gun pointed at his temple. Derek stopped the car and jumped out, his gun wielded as he began to try to talk the man down. 

“Call, drop the weapon and release Tommy, right now!” Derek’s voice loomed large and powerful as Emily, Reid, and Y/N each got out of the vehicle and turned their spots with Morgan. 

“You don’t want to hurt Tommy,” Spencer started. “we know who he is to you, we know that he’s your son, and that you weren’t there for him.” He put his gun away in an attempt to show Call that he was not a threat. Y/N could read the desperation in Spencer’s voice from a mile away. Call, like Spencer’s mom lives with schizophrenia. Spencer and Hotch nearly had it out in the middle of the bullpen after Spencer insinuated that Hotch was implying that Call was only going on this murder spree because of his condition.

“Just let the boy go, Call.” Y/N continued the track that Derek and Spencer started. “Just let your son go. We will make sure that you can get medicine, that’s why you went to the pharmacy, right? You need meds to help yourself and then,-” 

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Spencer inching closer and closer to Tommy. As if it was a chain reaction, Call drew his weapon and fired towards Spencer. Before she even could realize the consequences of her actions, Y/N tackled Spencer to the ground. The bullet lodged itself into the Kevlar vest she wore. Her side burned as she came to understand what had transpired in the last couple of seconds. 

Spencer scrambled onto his knees and clutched Y/N’s cold hands in his. 

“Spence, I’m okay,” Y/N said as she struggled to sit up straight with Spencer practically laying on top of her. 

“No, Y/N! Don’t do that,” Spencer started with tears flooding the corners of his eyes. The little droplets made his sometimes brown and sometimes green eyes sparkle with sadness. 

Spencer moved his hands from the place where the bullet lodged itself in her Kevlar to grasp her face tenderly. But his movement caused her cheek to be painted with a deep red handprint in the shape of the crying man crouching before her hand.

“Spencer,” she let out a small whimper when she saw the look of horror on his face.  Before he could even ask her why she did what she did, Y/N passed out, her limp, cold hand finding its home in the comfort of soft, warm ones. 

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The rest of the case passed in a numbing hum for Spencer. Once Y/N got shot by Call he let go of Tommy and Derek shot him the leg. Spencer did not even stay for when Emily and Derek apprehended the unsub. It was like his legs acted of their own accord when the EMT showed up for Y/N and he walked with them never letting go of her hand. 

The ride to the hospital in the back of the ambulance was hectic. The EMTs had to monitor her heart rate, her blood pressure, and her oxygen. Even the temptation of numbers could not capture Spencer’s attention as he mulled over the possible conclusions to why Y/N would take a bullet for him. There was no logical reason for it. Not one. Spencer let the steady rocking of the ambulance to soothe him as he gently rubbed his thumb over Y/N’s hand. Even though he longed to hold her against himself, this would have to do, for now at least. Till then, Spencer forced his mind to focus on the pattern that her beating heart created.

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Hospitals terrified Spencer. The smell, the sick people, the people who were unsavable. Part of him wonders what his life would be like if he became a medical doctor. As a kid, he had a future where he could do anything he could dream of. Cure schizophrenia on Monday, operate on an inoperable tumor on Tuesday- that’s what his life could have been like. 

But sitting there, in the sterile hospital with the white walls and constant beeping, Spencer’s mind was only thinking of another life he could be out living. In the minutes that he sat with Y/N as she lay in pain in his arm, false memories of a life together painted in his mind. Laughing children, family picnics, couple’s Halloween costumes. He stroked her hair and saw a life so familiar that he could almost taste it. He tasted cookies that they baked together as they danced without a care in the world. He tasted Halloween and Forth of July and all the holidays in between. He tasted butterfly kisses with his children that had her hair and her eyes and her smile. 

He was stripped away from those memories that he didn’t even own. Now all he could taste was the bitterness of regret, the sourness of what if, and the tartness of the nightmares masquerading as reality. 

“Family of Y/L/N,” a surgeon dressed in light blue scrubs walked into the waiting area with an unreadable expression on her face.

JJ and Derek stood up immediately as the doctor went to continue to deliver the news. 

“She’s awake and doing okay,” the doctor said with a relieved expression. 

“Oh that goodness,” JJ said as she hugged Emily in a moment of happiness. 

“She’s a fighter,” Derek quipped, “I’m going to call Garcia, she’s probably a nervous wreck” 

“She’ll make a full recovery, but should avoid air travel because her internal bleeding,” the doctor reported, “also, which one of you is Spencer? Even since she’d been lucid, she’s been asking for you,” she said looking around at the remaining group, with her eyes landing on the man in question. 

“She is?” Spencer questioned carefully. He was worried that maybe she regretted jumping in front of him. 

“Yes, why don’t you come with me. It may make her more comfortable having someone she wants with her” 

Y/N wants him. 

Him. 

Spencer was not sure how he even walked himself down the corridor to where Y/N’s room was located. But sure enough, he was met with her ashen face beaming up at his. 

“Y/N! Oh my goodness, are you okay, I mean, obviously you’re injured so you’re not okay. I don’t mean to invalidate your pain, I just...why, Y/N, why on Earth would you do that?” Spencer finished. His voice was more tender towards the end. He looked down at his friend before him and tried to read the expression that graced her face. 

“Spencer, I did what I had to do. You….you would have died,” Spencer noticed the tears that puddled in her eyes and had to suppress the sudden urge to kiss them away. 

“I’d rather die than live my life in a world without you, Spencer.”

Spencer closed his eyes and sat down on the bed with her. 

“Why?” he asked in a voice that was hardly audible. It can’t be, he thought. Maybe this is just something that a teammate does for another teammate. Comrades in arms or something like that, he thought. Trying to make sense of senselessness. 

“Why do you value my life more than yours? Why-how can you do that” there was not stopping tears in his eyes now. She reached out and held his face, like he held her as she bled out in the warehouse only a couple of hours ago. 

“Spence, my life would be dull and gray without you in it. You’re my best-” She stared as he tensed up at what he knew was coming. She only jumped in front of him because it’s what a teammate does. 

“Please, I can't bear to hear that. I-maybe you only can think of me as a teammate or worse a brother, but part of me. A hopeful and romantic part of me that I can't let go of the thought of you thinking about in a different way,” he was so embarrassed, so raw in the moment that he could not bear to even look her in the eyes. 

“Spencer?” he could only watch the way that their fingers laced together. He focused on the patterns between the itchy hospital blanket. 

“Y/N,” he started and took a deep breath. Spencer had never intended to tell her this. Maybe in moments of drunken bravery he thought about it, but he’d always sober up before his dreams could come to fruition. 

“I’m a logical man, I solve problems for a living but sometimes. Sometimes, I can’t use logic to solve some problems, and there’s no logical reason for you to jump in front of a bullet for me. Unless you love me? And I hope with every fiber of being that you do, because I am so desperately in love with you” 

Spencer allowed himself, for the first in his life, to have once of hope and faith. 

Y/N’s eyes met Spencer’s in an uncharacteristically shy moment. 

“I do, Spence. Of course I love you”

Spencer let out a nervous laugh as he, once again, gently placed his hands on her jaw. He placed a kiss on her forehead. The small, tender affection elicited a whimper from Y/N. Spencer jumped back in horror. 

“Oh, honey did I hurt you? You gotta tell me where it hurts” he murmured in a comforting voice. 

“Hmm, no I’ve just been waiting five years for you to kiss me and you settle on my forehead?” Y/N beamed up at him expectantly. 

“Nowhere do you want me to kiss you, my dear?” Spencer questioned playfully. 

“How about in between everywhere and anywhere you want, Doctor Reid,” Y/N, despite the pain, managed a smile for the man that held her hand so lovingly. 

“How about here?” Spencer leaned forward and kissed the left corner of her mouth. 

“Or here?” The right corner. 

“What about here, I’ve dreamed of kissing you here.” He moved his mouth to meet the place on her neck that met her collarbone. Y/N looked up at Spencer dreamily. One day she might chalk it up to the painkillers flooding through her system, but the pure adoration that melted from Spencer’s lips to her skin was something that never knew she’d crave. 

“And here” 

His lips parted slightly as he moved in to meet hers. The feeling was more divine and earth shattering than when Prometheus gave humans fire. Together, intertwined in bedsheets, IVs, and fingers laced with hair, they lit a fire of their own. Kissing Spencer stopped time. 

It was Y/N who broke first. 

“Spencer,” she said with a new reverence that would only be reserved for him. 

“Yes, sweet girl?” 

“You gotta promise me something,” she said as she raked her hands across his arms, feeling him shudder under her touch. 

“Anything and everything for you” he said, mirroring her earlier words to him. 

“Wear a vest next time”

[wizkiddx]

Hiii I really love your work! Could you write about Tom secretly or not secretly watching yoi have a Zoom Uni class? And maybe he teases you in a way, trying to make you laugh or he sends you text messages or something? And later when you're done and he has a meeting,you tease him right back?

Hope you're having a lovely day 💞

a/n hey anon!! this was a really cute idea but I have another req for the vice versa bit, so only did the first half in this- I hope u don't mind :)

warnings: implied smut at the end but rlly just a fluffy cringe fest

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Early mornings where never you’re favourite and this one wasn’t an exception to the rule. The LA sun was flooding through the curtains that had been hurriedly thrown almost-closed last night as you huffed into the duvet. You needed to get up - but you definitely didn’t want to. To be fair, you’d only arrived the day before and were still acclimatising to the jet lag - though Tom’s presence certainly made everything alot easier.

Especially as you’d been without him for so long, the pandemic meaning you hadn’t been able to make the long-weekend trips you usually would’ve. So when at the beginning of may, Tom had offered for you to come out and stay with him for half the summer (while he was busy working). There was only really one answer…. free holiday with the absolute specimen of a human who you call your boyfriend? Yes please.

It did mean though, that you had flown out before the end of the semester. Only by a week and it didn’t make much difference because you only had a few zoom lectures - but they were compulsory. So even if you were living in the US, you had to follow your UK school timetable. Hence why you had to get up at 6:30, to make your UK time 14:30 lecture.

The arms around you seemed to have other ideas, huffing and only pulling you tighter when you tried to wriggle out of his embrace. You groaned in annoyance, mainly because he was making it more and more tempting to stay huddled up against him.

“Toooooommm I gotta get up” Clearly not agreeing, he just squeezed you to his chest tighter, whilst emphatically shaking his head - all with his eyes still firmly pressed shut.

“Let go! I have a lecture!” Still not letting up , he just shook his head once again - making his bed hair especially wild as it dragged against the linen pillows.

With a sigh you turned in his death grip, now being able to see his puffy morning eyes pressed firmly shut. First you arched up and pressed a soft kiss to his chin, then jaw and then nose.

“Seriously T, I need to show up to this one.” Because yes, you might’ve already had an absence from yesterday, where you had both slept through the alarm.

“-o it-’” Croaking so much so you couldn’t even puzzle out what he said, the man cleared his throat before trying again, the sound reverberating in his chest. “ uhmm do it from bed, don’t go.”

That had you pouting at his cuteness. Ever since you’d arrived he’d been unbelievable clingy to you, barely letting you out of his sight. You showered together; he sat and stared whilst you did your skin care routine; even at restaurants he insisted on sitting next to you with his hand on your knee. When you had asked him, the only reasoning you got was a shrug and a muttered ‘I missed you’. Never, ever would you complain about Tom’s attention. But…. you really needed to get to your laptop.

“I can’t babe thats not very profess-“

“-wont even be able to tell.”

As much as you tried, you couldn’t ever really deny Tom anything. Not when he cracked his eyelids open, revealing the softest warm brown eyes, coupled with a lazy smile. So yes, you ended up quickly getting changed into one of Toms old burgundy tops, running a brush through your frizzy hair and then clambering back into bed. You balanced your laptop on a tray on top of a box, so the angle was less obvious that your backdrop was a headboard. Instantly Tom had half-asleep turned over to lay his messy head on your lap. And with a half sigh half laugh, you logged on- once in the waiting room bringing a hand down to trail your nails through Tom’s hair which made him groan with delight.

It was all going so well too, up the point where breakout rooms were announced and you had to talk - your chipper voice and laughs with your course mates rousing Tom from his sleep. Every time he almost lifted his head into the view of the webcam, you were very quick to slam it back down, forcing him back onto your lap.

Eventually he got bored of the restrictions, as well as not being very into the history module you were all puzzling over- so slid out of bed into the shower. Once he was gone you did almost sigh in relief, you had thought that Tom in his friendly-idiot manner would end up getting you caught at some point. Especially as our relationship was so secretive, none of your course mates knew you weren’t single - imagine their shock if an a lister popped up in the zoom class.

But oh, the relief did not last long at all.

The issue was Harry had gone out for the day. It was just you and Tom in his fancy rented LA house. And, as mentioned, Tom was being clingy as hell. It couldn’t of been more than 20 minutes before the fluffy haired brunette was back in the room - pouting when he saw you still on the computer.

Even though you shooed him away, Tom just cocked his head to one side, a small smirk on his face. And you knew. You knew he was going to be a little shit. He slinked over the bed, perching at the foot next to where your feet lay.The warning look you shot him, metaphorical daggers coming out your eye did absolutely nothing - you watched his hand pin your right ankle down before stroking the sole of your foot. Familiar shivers shot up your leg and it took everything in you to not kick out, launching the laptop across the room as tickled you.

Soon though he stopped, you pulled yourself into a cross legged position, readjusting the laptop and trying to concentrate back on the lecturer. Seeing your disinterest, Tom hopped up off the bed and you thought he was leaving. But no. No you were wrong. He just stood at the foot of the bed, hands on hips as he appeared to listen intently to the lecturer too.

Clearly Tom was an actor, he was pretty good at accents. You should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to resist the impersonating your academic staff - who happened to have a strong Somerset accent.

Pretending to ignore Tom as he hunched up and widened his stance - to imagine the physicality of your lecturer- you narrowed your eyes at the computer screen. Then though, a deep booming farmer-like voice came out your well spoken south london boy - god you were glad you’d stuck the mute button on as soon as he had entered.

“And then as your reading in chapter twel-“

“And then as yowr readinf in chapter twelve….” Tom echoed the lecturer loud and proud, making it completely impossible for you to attempt to concentrate. As much as you wanted to be furious at him- well, all it took was one look.

He was holding his face in some sort of duck pout and all the movements were extra pronounced and exaggerated. You couldn’t help it- instantly you burst out laughing, having to turn off the video for fear of anyone noticing.

Seeing he’d got a rise out of you, Tom was only spurred on, continuing the dramatic acting with a new found confidence. That was until you got yourself under control, face turning like a switch from joy to fury.

“Shut the hell up!”

And he did, for a few minutes, whilst pouting like a told-off toddler. In a strop, he sat down, shoulders slumped at the edge of the bed. Oh how wrong your were, when you thought you’d won - with a satisfied smile concentrating back on the laptop screen. Just in time to hear the lecturer FINALLY starting to rounding up the lecture.

“Alright so next session we’re-“ Before he’d even stammered his way to the end of the sentence, Tom’s face had switched up once again - into one of mischief as he started crawling up the bed either-side of your legs. One strong arm reached out to touch the back of your laptop lid and before you could protest he was pushing it down, till it landed with a small ‘clunk’.

“You did not just do that!” Yelling at him, you sat up so now he was kneeling across your lap.

“But I just did.” He mimed a mic drop which had you cringing hard, staring at him in disbelief. Okay the lecturer was beginning to round off, but that conclusion could’ve gone on for 5 minutes at least!

“Oh you are so in for it Holland.”

You’d meant it as a threat, as a sort of ‘I’m-going-to-make-your-life-a-living-hell” but the bright eyed boy before you had other plans. Wordlessly he nodded, then placed your laptop on the bedside ; then pushed you down on the bed. His legs either side of you, his arms like rockets to pin yours either side your head.

“Ah but you see my love…” he tutted, with a wide smile, hhis breath fanning down onto you as he took your breath away. “That is exactly what I want.” Immediately his lips were on yours, the both of you fighting for dominance as you arched your head up to get extra purchase on him.

“I hate… I hate you… so bloody much” It was hard to talk when his intoxicating lips were moving against yours, melting away all your resistance.

“Hmmm… well its… its a good thing… that I love you.”

He was impossible and no doubt you’d missed the prep work for tomorrows lecture. But having him there, body pressed against yours, after months apart.

Well, you wouldn’t mind failing the module for him.

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[thesweetestkimberry]

your own after party

pairings: hanta sero x reader

summary: wanting to escape the party, you and sero decide to have a little fun on your own.

warnings: SMUT, not much story honestly? not at all serious sex, just some good ol smut, squirting, oral- female and male receiving, overstimulation, curses, bit of underage drinking, words that’ll probably make you cringe, kind of latina reader and latino sero, crack???

notes: MINORS DNI,, CHARACTERS ARE IN THEIR THIRD YEAR MEANING THEY ARE 18+,, this was my first time writing a full smut fic so pls take it easy, like i said in the warnings this is giggly and not very serious sex.

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The party your classmates had thrown for the end of finals was a big one, especially being in your third year, it seemed like a momentous occasion. Drinks were snuck in, music was pouring into the room from the large speakers Jiro supplied, bodies were mixing and mashing together on the self proclaimed dancing area, and people were overall having a good time.

You and Sero were having a blast. solid red cups in hand, mixed with juice and alcohol that now flowed through your systems, offered a pleasant warmth in your bodies. Still conscious of thought and actions, however loose when it came to body functions like how tense you usually stood during parties.

the main lights were out but the colorful LEDs and party lights entertained everyone as they let themselves go in the dark, actions being momentarily lit up by bright colorful lasers and spotlights.

“having fun babe?” Sero asked you, his arm around your waist as he took a sip from his drink, eyes glued to you though. the roar of the music muffled his words, but you were somehow able to make out his question, nodding and also taking a sip of your drink as well, making a face at the taste of the alcohol.

“yeah!” was all you responded, looking around the room at your classmates who also mingled with students from other classes.

unsure if it was the alcohol in your system, or just you feeling yourself, but you did feel a bit bold at the moment, and deciding to turn in early, you planned on taking your boyfriend with you.

You smirked and turned around to grab Sero by the front of his shirt, “let’s go cariño.” You said as you watched his face flush, his stupid grin staying plastered on his face, “yes ma’am!” He said as he pushed you both into the elevator, not even bothering to let anyone know you were heading back up to the rooms.

One of his hands was placed on your hip, pressing you against the wall of the elevator, while the other pressed against the wall beside you, caging you in.

Your lips moved with his feverishly as you cupped his cheeks, pulling him closer. one of your hands went around to tug at the hair at the base of his neck, his brows furrowing at the feeling.

His hands moved down to your ass, where he gave it an affectionate tap, slightly bending down and holding the back of your thighs, “jump.” He said against your lips, you groaned in distaste at the request but did as you were told.

You jumped, only a little, but that was all Sero needed to lift you up by your thighs and press you back against the elevator wall.

His lips left yours for a moment, making you whine. Fortunately, his lips were back on you as quick as they left, this time on your neck, your head thrown back in pleasure.

He listened to your sounds as he placed gentle open mouthed kisses onto your neck and collar. not waiting another moment before he began to harshly suck on any spot he deemed worthy, leaving fresh red bruises in his wake. you knew they would eventually turn into darker marks, littering your skin and becoming a hassle to cover, but you didn’t care in that moment.

You would tug at his hair when he tended to bite a little too hard, making your moans come out a little more high pitched than the others.

The elevator stopped on his floor and he set you down, only for you to drag him to his room hand in hand. His smile returned, looking a bit dazed as his eyes clouded with lust, yours not looking any different.

Arriving at his door, you kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his torso and fishing for his keys in his back pocket. you giggled when he pulled away and started peppering your face with kisses, pulling you against him in a tight hug.

You pulled away and turned to unlock the door, only to feel him press up against you, your breath shuddering at the contact. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “come on babe, put the key in.” his words making you breathlessly laugh, his own mixing with yours.

You once again did as you were told and inserted the key, Sero letting out a moan in time, making you throw your head back against his chest in laughter, “you’re such a dumbass.” You said fondly as you turned your head to kiss him, fumbling to unlock the door, “okay bakugou.” He said teasingly, making you gasp as you opened the door.

“Fine, I’ll just go to bed.” You teased back, taking off for his bed and flinging yourself onto it, kicking your shoes off in the process.

Sero laughed and took the keys out of the door, shutting and locking it once he was inside. You didn’t even bother to turn on the light. The fairy lights you had gotten for him, which were currently on his room divider and bed post, were enough to light the room in a soft glow. adding to how beautiful he thought you looked.

He kicked off his shoes and removed his shirt, running to his bed and throwing himself on top of you, making you squeal out. “Hanta! Get off!” You laughed as he went limp, letting his full weight rest on you, while his mouth curved into a grin.

He poked your sides, making you squirm, knowing how ticklish you were never seemed to escape his mind as he teased you endlessly with that knowledge. You shouted in surprise as he straddled you and began to tickle your sides, making you shriek with laughter, his smile growing at the sound.

“Hanta! Baby stop! I’m gonna pee!” You cried out as he laughed out loud with you, finally ceasing his torture. He calmed himself and bent down to rest his forehead on yours, smiling when he met your eyes which were practically squinting with how wide your smiles were.

“I love you Hanta.” You said throwing your arms around his neck, “I love you too.” He said softly as he gave you a gentle peck on the lips, trailing down to the last bit of exposed skin at the collar of your shirt. His hands roamed down to the hem as he began to toy with it, looking up at you through his lashes, “can I?” He asked, as you nodded.

He slowly pulled your shirt over your stomach, making you instinctively place your hands there to try and hide yourself, “babe, we talked about this.” He said gently as he kissed your cheek.

“I know, I know. I just...” you trailed off as he scooched back and took hold of your wrists, gently prying them away from your soft stomach. You turned your face to hide in his covers, but gasped when you felt his lips leaving small kisses along your stomach.

“You don’t have to do that every time.” You said embarrassed, “I’ll keep doing it until you see yourself the way I see you... perfect” he said, gently pushing your shirt high enough for you to tug it over your head yourself, tossing it to the ground.

You were about to use your arms to try and cover your bra-clad chest, however, deciding against it, making Sero smile widely at you. as a small reward, he leaned down to place a proud kiss on your lips.

Sitting up onto your elbows, you made a move to remove your bra, only for Sero to grab your hands and ask you if you were okay with it. You cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss while his hands moved behind you and unclasped your bra like you had taught him.

Once off, you laid back down and watched his eyes roam over your exposed form, pupils dilating. “God you’re gorgeous.” He said hiding his face in the crook of your neck, making you laugh, “oh shush.” You responded, gently swatting at his already exposed chest, “I’m serious!” He said coming back up and looking at you.

“These shorts need to come off don’t you think?” You said fiddling with the adjustable strings at the front of your shorts, “I think they do.” He said as you hooked your thumbs under your shorts and pulled them down, back arching to get them over your butt, making Sero hiss.

“You good baby?” You asked concerned as he nodded, a lopsided smile on his face, “yeah, you just.. Rubbed against me that’s all.” He said gesturing to the front of his sweats where there was a notable tent being pitched there.

You giggled and kicked your shorts off, leaving you now only in your (color) cotton underwear that had a little bow in the front. Sero loved this pair because he loved to kiss the satin bow, knowing it was so close to the place where you really wanted him, but felt so far at the same time.

You had bent your legs and spread them for him as he rested in between them, his arms wrapping under your knees and pulling you close. He loved to feel your thighs, and that’s what he did. Gently massaging them, knowing how insecure you were about them. He also placed gentle kisses along them until he reached your core.

You whined and gripped the covers as he placed a kiss onto your covered clit, making you flinch at how sensitive you were already.

“Babe?” He asked as he played with the waistband of your panties, gently pulling it and letting it smack against your skin, the sound being more noticeable than the sting

“Yes please.” You begged as you arched your hips, allowing him to take off your underwear and watched as he stared.

“Fuck...” he cursed under his breath as you felt his cock pulse against your thigh, “Can I? Please?” He asked, inching his fingers closer to your cunt, “yeah...” You said breathlessly as you propped yourself onto your elbows, throwing your head back with a heavy breath as he gently inserted his middle finger.

You took deep breaths as he leaned down to give you a kiss, making you moan at how his palm rubbed against your puffy clit. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his finger while he whispered praises into your ear, telling you how well you were doing so far.

He pulled out his finger half way and put it back in up to his knuckle, making him groan at how your walls were basically sucking him in, making him think back to what it feels like once he was actually inside you. inserting another finger, this time his index, you squirmed at the pressure, “I know baby, but you’re doin so good for me.” He said gently as he pushed his fingers in and out of you, smiling as you tried to hide your face behind your hands.

“How many times have we done this and you’re still trying to hide from me?” He asks with a laugh, “sh-shut up.” You bit back making him grin.

After about a few minutes of that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, making you arch your brow. “One should always be prepared.” He said as he struggled to open it, “didn’t you say you were gonna go out with Kaminari earlier?” You asked him, watching in amusement he dropped the condom, “shhh” he said while running a hand over your face, making you sputter and laugh, smacking his hand away.

While occupied with the condom, he had failed to notice you crawling over to him, and it wasn’t until he felt you tugging at his sweats and boxers, that he looked down at you, dropping the condom yet again.

“Is this okay babe?” You ask as you gently tug at his waistband, the sight making him gulp, “y-yoU-“ he began voice cracking, making him clear his throat while you softly laughed at him, “ahem! You don’t have t-to.” He said as he watched you kiss his abdomen, making him whine.

“But I want to baby.” You said as you looked up at him through your lashes, making him swear and run a hand through his hair, “y-yeah, go ahead”. He said nodding breathlessly as you pulled down his sweats and boxers making him sigh in relief.

He always tended to get a bit embarrassed whenever you decided to go down on him, so he tried to lighten the mood a bit,” do you umm.. do you want to hear some music?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“fuck yeah!” You responded, taking hold of his dick and making him groan as he grabbed your phone. “W-What do you wanna listen to?” He asked as you slowly began to pump your hand around his length, moving next to him so you could see your playlists, “play that one.” You told him gently as you continued to pump your hand around him. his hands trembled as they hovered over the shuffle button of the playlist, his breaths coming out in short puffs and fogging up the glass.

He had turned on the Bluetooth, per your request, so that it would connect to a speaker you had gotten him for his room. The music started, and the beat kept just the right pace.

You leaned down and took the tip into your mouth, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear and swirling your tongue around the tip.

He saw you struggling with your hair, so he brushed it back with his fingers and tied it back with a scrunchie. He had gotten into the habit of keeping them on his wrist when you two had started talking, seeing as though you always seem to lose yours.

He sighed deeply as he held onto your ponytail and watched you take him into your mouth. sitting back on his knees while you sucked him off, soft grunts and groans came from him while you bobbed your head to the consistent beat of the music.

pressing the tip of your tongue against his frenulum, he choked on air and thrust up into your mouth, hitting the back of it and making you slightly gag.

“Babe please.” He begged, thinking about how he wouldn’t last if you kept going. You seemed to get the message and pulled off of him with a wet ‘pop’ making both you and Sero turn pink, “Just lay back.” He whispered, watching as you fell back onto his sheets and made yourself comfortable.

He made his way back in between your thighs, and groaning at how your juices were leaking and coating the inside of your thighs. This time, he managed to open the condom with no problem, rolling it on and taking hold of himself, gripping the base a bit.

“Ready?” He asked as he lined himself up with your entrance making you whimper, “yes baby.” You responded reassuringly as he bent over to rest his forehead against yours, both his hands intertwining with yours and eyes screwing tight in concentration.

He began to slowly push in, making you both gasp at how quickly your body accepted him. He continued to slowly push inside you until he bottomed out, hips meeting yours perfectly. “How you feelin babe?” He asked, concentrated on staying still for you.

You nodded and gently laughed at how serious of a face he was making, only to stare at him when he groaned at how you tightened around him, “s-shit! Hold on, don’t do that- oh fuck.” He gasped as he slightly thrusted into you, making you whine.

“Shit I’m sorry! Are you okay?” He asked concerned while you tried not to laugh, “I’m fine baby,��� you began as you cupped his cheek with one of your hands, the other still intertwined with Sero’s, “you can move now.” You said as he nodded, beginning to slowly pull out, and making you both groan.

Making sure only the tip was left in you, he pushed back in, a little faster this time making you mewl. Once he was sure you were okay with his size, he began to thrust, first at a slow pace, matching that of the beginning of the current song.

But as the tempo of the music picked up, so did his hips. “Ah fuck! Hanta!” You moaned out as he moved to hold the underside of your knees, pressing them up to your chest. “Oh shit!” He grunted out as he began to pound into you at this point, both of you letting out noises only you two could hear.

He bent down to kiss you, this kiss being more intense than the others. This one was full of fire, tongues writhing against one another as you both swallowed each other's moans, cries and breaths.

His thrusts became more forceful than before as he watched your breasts, entranced at the way they moved due to his thrusts. only urging him to go harder and faster, making you cry out in the process.

Suddenly, he pulled out, a sound of a mixture of confusion and dissatisfaction passing your lips, but before you could protest, he leaned down to your ear, “on your hands and knees.” He said roughly as you flipped over quickly, arching your back and sticking your ass out for him to see.

As he admired the position, you reached a hand under you and spread open your cunt, feeling your juices drip onto your hand, Sero groaned aloud and threw his head back as he gripped his hair. You laughed at his reaction and turned your head to look at him, “please baby, put it back in.” You whined due to the loss of feeling his cock ravishing your insides.

He got up on his knees and pressed into you again, the new position making you cry out, this one hitting deeper.

You tried to grip at the bed sheets, only for Sero to take hold of both your wrists and tie them together behind your back with his tape. You gasped at the sudden change, but moaned at the restriction. How badly you wanted to grab the sheets or fist his hair, but your hands remained bound behind you, your face digging into the mattress while you screamed as he hit that one particular spot inside you that made you see stars.

Now taking note of where that spot was, not only did he thrust up into you, but he pulled you onto his cock at the same time, hitting that delicious spot with enough force to make you forget your name.

without warning, he reached down to rub at your clit that had been begging for attention, making you cry into the bed and causing your hips to jolt at the added pleasure. Soon enough, a familiar knot began to form in your lower abdomen.

Your moans began to get higher and his thrusts a little sloppier, letting him know that you both were close. “Shit.. (y/n), t-the way you’re sucking me in is- ah!”

As you both neared your ends, he leaned over to your ear, unintentionally hitting deeper inside you, he whispered, “cum for me, mi amor.” He said, making you gasp, the knot in your abdomen snapping and eyes going cross eyed as your mouth opened into a silent scream. Sero was not far behind because after a few hard thrusts, he stilled inside you with airy breath and whispered curses as came into the condom.

he moaned at the way your walls were throbbing around his cock, almost milking him for all he had. He carefully pulled out and removed the condom, haphazardly tossing it into a trash bin by the door. You on the other hand, being too tired to move, stayed face down ass up on the bed, making Sero laugh.

“Babe? Mind untape-ing me?” You asked with a tired giggle, only for him to smile back at you, only this time, a more sinister look hid in his eyes, “babe?..” you ask confused as he moved his face down to your still-dripping cunt.

he moved closer making you jolt, “Hanta, what are you- AH” you cried out as he attacked your oversensitive clit with his tongue, the sensations making you cry and back away to no avail.

“No! S-Sero please! I can’t!” You cried out as tears of pleasure began to form as he held onto your thighs tightly, not letting you move away as he devoured your cunt.

You sobbed into the bed as your legs began to shake, making him laugh into you. you shuddered at the vibrations of his laugh and moaned uncontrollably, “Is my baby about to cum again?” He said teasingly as he furiously circled your clit and prodded your insides with his tongue.

Your toes began to curl and you tried to get out of his hold, your moans getting higher and higher, until they suddenly got caught in your throat.

A gush of fluid sprayed out of you making Sero sit up straight. you let out a sharp sob at the overstimulation, your boyfriend frozen as you came down from your high, managing to think about what he was going to say next.

he didn’t say anything until his gaze fell onto your surprised face.

“Did I just-“ “did you just-“ you both spoke at the same time, the two of you still in awkward positions. “I didn’t know I could do that.” You weakly laughed out as Sero gently cut you out of the tape, kissing your wrists softly and gently turning you on your back.

“That was so hot... I’m gonna have to make you do that again.” He said nuzzling into your chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly while you played with his hair, legs intertwined.

“Do you want me to run a bath?” He asked, snuggling up to you more, making you laugh, “yes please. But, amor?” You call, continuing when he hums in acknowledgment, “I don’t think I can move.” You say with a light chuckle, the both of you laughing at the predicament.

“God you’re amazing.” He said as he leaned up to kiss you, only for you to pull away after a few seconds, “what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked concerned as you shook your head, “yeah. I just like this song.” You said making him laugh and litter your face with kisses.

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my phone is on 3 percent lmao,, this was just a fic i wrote when i just needed some comfort,, please don’t take it seriously 😭

[jinkicake]

Go, Tsukki, Go!

Tsukishima with a supportive s/o who goes to all his games and cheers really loud for him, but one game he starts to lose confidence and so his s/o helps encourage him!

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Here you Anon~ Hopefully this makes sense because even though I’ve watched Haikyuu like five times, I still don’t know how a volleyball game works. I could not tell you the positions or anything! TT Anyway, I love Tsukki~~ Not like Yamaguchi doe (｀∀´)Ψ

WC- 1,245

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*cracks knuckles* here we go, you know every time I write about Tsukishima I have to state that I think he is such a brat so…

Omg Tsukki is such a brat, but a sweet one

He would secretly love and appreciate all your support, even if he doesn’t say so. We all know he would act as if you irritate him but you just have to read between the lines,,,

Tsukki plays 10x better when you are there cheering for him, not like he would ever tell you….

He looks forward to your cheers that you scream and the praises you drown him in after a game

You’re like his good luck charm </333

So when you aren’t there to cheer for him,,,, it doesn’t affecting his playing skills to say but, he is noticeably quieter and less interactive with the team

It’s not like he expects you to go to all his games, because he knows you have other life priorities and stuff, but he definitely misses you when you aren’t there

Sometimes... he really needs your support

It’s the second set of a preliminary game, and Karasuno is down by three. It’s like the ace of the opposing team can get passed every single one of Tsukki’s blocks and deep down it pisses the blonde off. He keeps looking to where you usually are, but fails to remember that you weren’t there because of an emergency you had to attend to

Each time he sees the empty spot his chest hurts a little, despite that he continues to play as he normally does. Using his head to outthink the other team and come up with new strategies to score points

It’s so frustrating, he can’t score as easily as Hinata or Tanaka but Tsukishima still wants points. He can so easily get the ball right at his fingertips but the volleyball brushes past his fingers, and it’s too late for it to be saved before it hits the floor

“Don’t mind Tsukki!” Yamaguchi yells reassuringly and Tsukishima simply closes his eyes for a brief moment, breathing in and out to calm himself down, because now it is his turn to serve

“Nice serve, Kei!” Your familiar voice calls and Tsukishima wonders if he heard it inside of his head, except when he looks up at your familiar spot, there you are. You’re waving at him cheerfully and clapping your hands noisily to hype him up and Tsukishima can only stare in shock at you 

He barely even hears the ref's whistle blowing but he snaps out of his daydream, he rolls his eyes at you before serving the ball (a lot better than he normally does)

The second set goes by a lot smoother than the first one, it’s almost like your voice calms Tsukishima down when he can’t focus. He usually has a level head whenever he plays but his heart still beats erratically in his chest and he can’t ignore the way his blood is rushing through his veins, yet your presence somehow cures the adrenaline rush

“Yes! Block them Tsukki!!!!” You clasp your hands together and yell, smiling fondly even when your boyfriend glares up at you. His face just reads ‘shut up’ but when do you ever listen to him

The blonde starts being able to block the ball better than before, calling out ‘one-touch’ left and right. Tsukki is finally able to ignore the way his fingers sting,

Much to his relief, and the entire teams, Karasuno wins the second set with a score of 25-22

“Ah, (Y/N) is here!” Nishinoya waves at you after they win the second set while Tsukishima ignores his upperclassmen “I didn’t even notice them”

Tsukishima will never admit to himself or anyone else but deep down, he wants the game to be over. He wants to hurry up and finish this last set, win it, and then talk to you like he does after every game

Which is exactly what he does, it’s obvious to the rest of his team and even the opposing team how much Tsukishima’s energy spiked in the final set. He even compliments, Hinata?

“Go Karasuno!!” You cheer for them and Tsukishima’s eye twitches when he notices the second years tearing up at the support

Tsukishima is like,,,, when is this game over….

“Did you hear me cheering for you?” You stare up at Tsukishima, practically bouncing on your toes in excitement. Your boyfriend only rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. Tsukishima found you after the match and dragged you to an empty hallway where he can be all kinds of soft with you.

“Yes, I heard you. I’m sure the teams at the end of the gym heard you with that big mouth of yours.” He teases and you puff your cheeks out and push at his shoulders, not at all ignoring the way his arms tighten around your waist.

“You like this big mouth.” You sound proud of yourself and it just makes Tsukishima want to roll his eyes again.

“Sadly,” He snickers and you gasp at his teasing.

“Sadly? What do you mean sadly?!” Tsukishima stops your assault of flailing your arms around by pulling you into his chest, holding your body flush against him so that you can’t move anywhere.

“Why are you here?” He asks, and with the frown on your face, he nearly cringes at his choice of words. “I thought you had to go to the hospital?” Tsukishima was not going to show that he was worried, even though he knows he was, maybe that’s why he couldn’t get you off his mind the entire game?

“Oh, my appointment ended early! I’m all good for my yearly physical!” You tilt your head when you notice Tsukishima staring down at you in disbelief.

“That’s it? You went for a yearly physical?” He asks slowly and you nod a few times before leaning back into his chest.

“Yup.”

Tsukishima can’t help but scoff, he worried his ass off (not like he would ever tell you) and you were just going in for a checkup.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks immaturely and your face falls when you look back up at him.

“I did,”

“No, you didn’t.” Tsukishima never will learn, that it always fails when he tries to argue with you.

“Yes, I did Tsukishima! I texted you and told you and you left me on read 7:05 pm!” Your voice rumbles in your chest and Tsukishima internally flinches when you call him by his family name. He gently pats your head and smooths down your hair, though it bounces right back up, to calm you down. 

It works, every time.

“Well, I’m glad you showed up.” He speaks so lowly that he’s not even sure that you hear him. You did. Tsukishima takes a deep breath before continuing. “I really like having you there, even if you’re a loud mouth.”

He thought you’d be angry by the soft insult he slipped in but you didn’t care, not when he is confessing to you like this.

“Awe, you like me Kei! I knew it!” You coo and try to kiss his jaw, your boyfriend rolls his eyes and lifts his face up so that you can’t get your way.

“Obviously I like you if I’m dating you.” He snaps back and you hum happily. “Want to get some food?” You catch Tsukishima by surprise when you hook your hands on his shoulder and jump up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, I do!!”

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[fullycakedup-brownie]

Thank you, lemonheads

Disclaimer: non-pandemic AU; winter setting; fluff; a pinch of spice to make everything nice; swearing; Length: 3906 words; Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen AU; Characters: Yuuji/Sukuna x Black!Fem!Reader

The alarm did not go off at 7 am since it was Saturday, yet your eyes have been wide open for about one hour. The sun rays brought light on the ashy winter sky and you lazily shifted in your bed to check the time. How is it only 7:47 while I feel I’ve been laying here forever? You asked yourself in a deep sigh before you threw away the blanket and sat up on the edge of the bed. A life-saving decision you had taken the night before when you braided your hair, for not a single molecule in your body was able to deal with those shoulder-length thick curls after you wasted your night staring at the ceiling. Your body has developed a habit to wake up around 1 am for no particular reason and have you losing your mind over it. Usually, you managed to fall back asleep quickly, but that night between Friday and Saturday you just couldn’t. No one was online on any social media platform, you knew it would take you more time than available to pick one of the thirty million shows that you wanted to catch up on and you didn’t want to fuck up your night completely, so you forced yourself back into slumber. But now it was morning, your eyes tired and your body heavy.

With your mind set on still having a wonderful free weekend, you rummaged through the cabinets in the lovely apartment you had been thrilled to finally afford, in a futile attempt to grab a bite. You breathed deeply while counting down from ten after finding exactly half of a package of Lemonheads and some leftover seafood on a plate in the fridge. The initial plan was abandoned with the calamari as you headed for the bathroom, knowing for a fact that a nice scrubbing session during a dangerously hot shower will whoosh away all the fatigue and annoyance.

Fresh smell, moisturized gleaming skin, proud dark-brown eyes staring at you from the mirror made you put on a cheeky smile and leave the bathroom barefoot. One step into your bedroom and your stomach almost shouted at you. Ah, I do gotta eat something. McDonald’s it is, then. You were quick to agree to yourself and also to get dressed and leave the house. It has been snowing for a few days so the pavements were covered in a dense layer of white wonder, which made you decide to walk to the breakfast provider, instead of driving there. It wasn’t that far and you also loved the city landscapes.

The neon-yellow combat boots contrasted considerably with the red coat and drew the attention of the entire crowd inside McDonald’s, including one specific young man that was sitting alone at a table in the back. He watched your silhouette walk by a group of boys that didn’t even try to mask their reaction to your looks as you headed to the line to place your order.

“Even I know that it’s not nice to stare,” Sukuna talked all of a sudden, startling poor Itadori and causing him to sink his head deeper in the hood.

“Shut up, someone could hear you,” the boy whispered, looking down on his tray to avoid being heard by other customers.

“Is that the girl you’ve been going on about lately?”

“What girl? There’s no girl. What girl?” Yuuji panicked a bit, the heart racing in his chest letting Sukuna know he was right. Again.

“It’s not that hard. Just go there, what the fuck are you so scared about?” The otherwise thoughtless demon cared to push his host up on his feet.

Swallowing his anxiety along with the gallon of saliva in his mouth, Yuuji left his table, threw the sandwich’s wrapping paper in the trash bin when he passed by and stalled in your proximity on his way out. He just wanted to see you better than he could do it on the high school corridors in the lunch break, but blame it on the coincidence theory, that was the exact moment some Lemonheads slipped from the pocket of your black cargo pants when you pulled out your phone. That was a chance he was not willing to sacrifice. He dropped in a squat, picked the wrapped candies and smiled at you.

“I think you dropped these.”

You turned your head in the direction of the familiar voice only to find the cheerfully grinning pink-haired boy that you could’ve sworn you would fight anyone for.

“Hi. Oh, yes, thanks,” you replied in a pretty much measured tone and grabbed the candies from his palm.

“I’m Yuuji, by the way.” The shot was fired and his blood started boiling under the tension of his mind analyzing all the possible ways you could’ve answered to him. You could’ve laughed, whooshed him away, cringed at his boldness, pulled away or even cut his words. But he did not expect you to shake his hand, with a big smile plastered on your face.

“Alex here. Hi. Do you wann-” the number of your order appeared on the big screen and you paused your question, “-be right back at ya,” you smiled at Yuuji and went to the lady waiting with your bag.

As soon as your eyes got away from his face, Itadori let out a brief silent sigh and filled his hoodie pocket with his fists. This is good. I can do this. What if I ask her out? He was deep in thoughts when a lady shook his shoulder. “Young man, are you ordering, or just blocking the line?” The “I’m tired of you teenagers’ attitude” look on her face disturbed Yuuji and he left the spot, joining you at the front desk.

“Wasn’t you supposed to tell me you were out of the pancake meal? Why did you take my money then?” You tried really hard to hold back some yelling, but a vein on your forehead was definitely popping out.

“What’s the matter?” The boy asked, stopping next to you.

Pure sarcasm on your face when you looked from the staff girl to Yuuji. “I shall be starving to death today.”

“Miss, we can give you something else for the same amount. My colleagues weren’t awa-“

“Just give her a refund. We’ll be fine,” Yuuji stepped in and had both you and the other girl confused.

She gave your money back a bit half-hearted, and truth be told, you were feeling like that too, not only because you were hungry, but man, you loved the pancakes and the bacon and the eggs.

“Where are we going?” You asked, following Itadori out the restaurant after he motioned you to do so.

“I always wanted to try this food, instead of the usual fast-food.”

You had no idea what he was talking about, nor where he was leading you, but your guts weren’t agitated. There was something about that boy that screamed “safety” in your ears. The trip to the unknown food place he was taking you was short and you didn’t really get the time to make any small talk. Yuuji turned his body to face you, suddenly spreading and lifting his arm high up, a cheeky grin on his face when he exclaimed, “I present you ‘Gyros’, my new obsession.”

The fact that no word came out of your mouth as you stood in front of him, with your eyes blinking quickly, wiped Yuuji’s smile away. His confidence took a hike when his hands dropped from the air, where they were pointing at the ‘Gyros’ sign. “Should we just go back to McDonald’s?” He asked, rubbing the back of his head and frowning bashfully, not only because your glare fixed him, but also because Sukuna was laughing powerfully inside his mind.

“You. You have no idea where you just brought me,” your voice sounded more serious than you intended, so you giggled on purpose to loosen the tension because Yuuji looked like he was about to pass out from embarrassment. “Boy, relax. I was kidding-“ you barely held back a laugh, “-this is not my first ride with Gyros,” you finished and rested your palm on his shoulder. The pressure in his chest got released once he realized your playful attitude and he redirected his attention to placing an order he was about to pay for entirely.

Food hits differently at the standing tables and so do conversations. There you were, eating one of your favourite foods, chatting with your newest pal and enjoying the view of the tall city buildings that surrounded you. Once he found comfort in your presence, Yuuji opened up and he appeared even cuter to you than he did before. His eyes would gleam when you found his stupid jokes funny and his loud laughter would join yours when you gossiped like two best friends. The cutest thing about Itadori that you found yourself adoring was that he closed his eyes every time he bit on the gyros. You allowed a discreet smile to form on your lips as you admired him and he wasn’t aware of it. No matter how big of a portion you would’ve bought, it couldn’t take you an eternity to finish up your plate. You actually finished yours sooner than the boy, to steal a few more seconds of watching him perform such an automatic and usual activity as eating because he looked so precious doing it.

“Here, help me up.” Yuuji’s voice pulled you out of your daydreaming just as swiftly as the fry that he pushed into your gaping mouth. You chomped on it instantly and caused Yuuji to laugh at your confused face. “Listen, are you busy today? I was wondering if we could wal-“

“Yes, let’s go,” you answered almost instantly, chugging the rest of the Sprite in the paper cup and grinning back at Yuuji who was once again flustered.

The boy’s face flushed red and he smiled at you right before wiping his lips with a napkin and gathering all the food wrapping. “Where do you want to go?” You asked, watching him have a brain glitch for having to wipe his hands on his pants because he has thrown away all the tissues.

“I was thinking of arcade games, but we don’t have to if you don’t want to, I mean…” Yuuji suggested in a low voice causing Sukuna to roll his eyes aggressively. You are even dumber than I thought, brat. The poor boy shook his head to get rid of the voice and by doing that he missed your reply.

“Hey, did you hear what I said?” You shouted, thinking that he didn’t hear you because of all those car horns on the street.

“Yeah, no, sure. Of course, we can do that instead.”

“Bruh, you’re damaged!” You shouted again and started laughing. “I said I will destroy you in the arcade,” you continued, still full-on laughing, the slight touch of your hand on his arm sending him your cheerful vibes.

“If you say so, let’s test it.” Yuuji caught some courage and sped up the pace. “Can you run in those?” He pointed at your boots and chuckled when you threw him a very offended look.

“Excuse you, I can beat you to it!” You accepted the challenge and sprinted away from Yuuji. His light-brown eyes widened in surprise and he started running.

No, you did not win the race. He was already inside RedLine VR when you managed to arrive at the doorstep, barely catching your breath. “I-… I need- … whoa… where did you get that stamina from?” The mock-neck long-sleeved top was practically suffocating you.

“I don’t know. Guess I’m gifted.” Again rubbing the back of his head bashfully, that boy could not be cuter. Or so you thought.

He led you inside the place and even helped you take your coat off as you cracked your knuckles in preparation for beating Yuuji’s ass up in video games. The coloured light from the video game’s display reflected in your gold hoop earrings as much as they reflected in your wide-open gleaming eyes. His eyes spent more time taking in the shape of your face and the colour of your skin more than they did on the actual screen. You unknowingly made him bite his bottom lip when you let out a different type of chuckle. You wanted it to sound devilish, but it didn’t come out quite like that.

Imagine her moaning with that voice, Sukuna busted in Yuuji’s mind, his own rather full of your image, and caused a deep blush on the kid’s face. It was annoying how much affect you had on Yuuji, and he tried to not look at you like that anymore.

Itadori was good at sports, not games, and you won countless rounds leisurely. Each time you shouted your victory, you clapped your hands in delight and made a funny face to Yuuji. He faked slight envy at first, his pathetic whines giving Sukuna a real headache, but eventually, your general happy state made the boy smile. If somebody observed him, they would’ve figured it out in one second that you completely entranced him. As funny as it was to see him struggling to fight you for the first place in the game, you grew bored of the arcade and suggested you went somewhere else.

“Do you want to go to a park?” Yuuji asked, his mind quickly mapping the area for the closest park.

Too many people around, huh? An evil chuckle hit the corners of the poor boy’s head and he tried to keep his secret hidden furthermore.

“A park sounds good, Yuuji. Can I call you Yuuji?” Only after you said it out loud, you remembered about the Japanese courtesy and, feeling a bit weird, you made yourself busy with putting your coat back on.

“Yeah, sure, you can call me Yu-,“ “Daddy,” his voice was cut off by Sukuna’s who whispered loudly enough for the teens around you two to hear.

“YUUJI!” He tried to mask the demon’s voice and covered the mouth on his cheek instantly. “You can call me Yuuji.” He swallowed hard and then smiled as if nothing happened.

“You’re weird, but cutely,” you said with a cheeky smile as you made your way out the room.

He followed soon after scolding his so-called co-inhabitant and walked by your side, between you and the busy road. You took your time walking to Winnemac Park since it would’ve been too much of a bother to take the bus for only one short station. Once inside the park, you felt like the world around you changed: there was undisturbed snow everywhere, Sun was slowly going down and it was silent. Your romantic side emerged and you hung your hand on Yuuji’s forearm. Your affection was electrifying, and even if he didn’t see it coming and hadn’t prepared for it, the boy accepted it gladly by sticking his hand in the hoodie big front pocket, to help your hand rest better on his arm. Fifteen minutes of walking through town have been filled with school gossip, laughing and “get-to-know-you-better” stuff, but as the cold settled down, you both became quieter.

“Hey, look.” You left Yuuji’s side by a couple of steps and you squatted down to grab something from the pavement.

“Wha-“ Boy didn’t stand a chance against your mischievous snowball attack. “Oh, you did not!” He laughed and leaned to the side to gather some snow for his part of the game.

The war was set into motion. Yuuji found it admirable that you managed to dodge many of his shots even while you almost choked on your own laughter. He loved to see you smiling and having a good time, especially because it was due to his actions. For a second, he got lost again in your smile and the snowball that you threw hit him right in the face. The hand he held a snowball in was frozen above his head, as he had prepared to throw it at you before falling in trance. He had no reaction whatsoever and it worried you a hell lot.

“I’m so sorry, Yuuji, are you ok?” You rushed closer to him and wiped the snow off his face with gentle and burning hands.

When his eyes opened, you hated yourself for falling into that old trap. His arms circled you abruptly and he intended to make you fall in the snow, but you proved more agile than he thought and you escaped. Your freedom didn’t last long, though, for he tackled you. Only, he didn’t see that you have reached the margin of the sidewalk and you would’ve fallen on your ass if it wasn’t for his strong grip. He looked astonishing towering like that over you, and not only the situation was somewhat hot, but you also hated to see him win the fight. One of your legs jerked fast and cut Yuuji’s balance, making him fall over you in the snow. Light-brown eyes met dark-brown ones and the imminent sparkle tied your insides in a tight knot. His face was so close to yours that it had you imagine what would happen if you kissed him right then and there. Yet, none of you two moved a muscle, except for the throat muscles who kept gulping timidly.

Alex and Yuuji are in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g! Sukuna’s words echoed in Itadori’s mind and they added to the closeness between your face and his, making him blush deeply. He stood up slowly and helped you on your feet too. Again silence as each of you cleaned the snow off of yourselves, avoiding the awkward moment.

“So, what now? I’m not cold anymore.” You snapped out of it and gave your best to look as normal as before in front of him, even if your stomach had a watermelon-sized hole inside.

“It’s getting late and I don’t really know the city that well at night. You want me to walk you to a bus station or something?” He asked, barely holding his composure in front of you while Sukuna yelled in his mind nonsense like You’re a chicken. A loser. Fucking lame-ass, stupid motherfucker. You could’ve kissed her. You should’ve kissed her! I should’ve taken over the control and kissed her right there!

“Sure. I don’t live far from here actually, you can walk me home if you want,” you suggested, hoping that he won’t interpret it the wrong way.

The weather became surprisingly harsh after sundown and your little coat didn’t do much in protecting you. Instinctively, you neared Itadori more, lured by the warmth his body radiated. As you balanced your gravity centre from one leg to the other, constantly moving your hands to try to keep them from freezing, your hand brushed against Itadori’s, which was hanging loosely by his body. He definitely felt it because you saw his jaw clenching, but he didn’t bring it up. So you did it again.

Oh, man, she’s got balls bigger than you, Sukuna mocked his host and then proceeded to laugh. You’re not gonna do anything about it?

Your ring and middle finger brushed the side of Yuuji’s hand softly as you two continued walking. When his pinkie interlocked with yours, you were no longer cold. The hole in your stomach filled with butterflies and you could feel your heart pounding against your chest. You hated yourself for being that flustered and weak, but from the way his other fingers circled your hand, you knew the feelings would only get more intense. The dark fell rather quickly and you found yourself squeezing Yuuji’s hand, to which he chuckled.

“Are you afraid of darkness?” He asked in a low tone, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“L-lol, no,” you stuttered a bit but smiled as you looked up to Yuuji, who was just teasing you with a gentle look in his eyes.

The way back home is always shorter and you reached the front door of the building you lived in with a lump in your throat. It was time to let go of his hand and maybe, who knew, let go of that moment too. You didn’t know much about Yuuji other than he was a foreign exchange student, who came for who knows how much time in Chicago, he liked Gyros as much as you and he had a lot of running stamina.

“Well, this is where I live, so… see you at school?” You asked sheepishly, slowly growing aware of the blush on Itadori’s face that was now visible because of the street light close-by.

Do it, brat. Do it now. Don’t be a pussy.

“Listen, Alex… Today has been a very nice day and I’m glad you dropped your candies.”

You scoffed at his hilarious confession and attempted to pull your hand away from his, but just as before, in the park when he caught you, Yuuji’s grip remained firm. “No, let me hold it a bit more,” he whispered, taking a step closer to you.

JUST DO IT ALREADY! You’ll thank me later. Sukuna could hear all of Yuuji’s thoughts and feel the desperate hollow in the boy’s chest. He couldn’t take Yuuji’s reticence anymore. Black marks began appearing on Yuuji’s cheekbones and chin and as soon as he sensed his conscience being ripped from him, the boy shouted. “Ok, ok, I’ll do it!”

“Uhm, I didn’t ask you anything… What’s wrong?” You squeezed his hand once more as you tried to understand what was just about to happen to his face and why he screamed like that.

“Ignore that. It-it’s a long story and I’d rather not tell it now,” Itadori released your hand and stared at you dead in the eye. “How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?”

Your face caught fire. Your ears were burning and your stomach was doing front flips. You barely got to whisper anything before Yuuji’s palms grabbed your cheeks and he slammed his lips on yours. They were soft and warm and he kissed you so slowly that it had you melting in his arms. Your own lips parted to welcome him just as hungrily as your hands tugged at his hoodie to keep him close. He pulled back, eventually, and you smiled at each other in the surprise of what just happened. His forehead leaned on yours and the way you burst into laughter made Yuuji laugh too.

“I hope I didn’t ruin today…” he whispered, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, but not parting from your figure yet.

“I can’t wait to see you again, boy,” you cooed, stealing another peck from him before you turned to enter the building.

You barely walked up the stairs with a grin splattered on your face and increased heart rate and once you entered your apartment, you slid down your door and laughed alone for a couple of minutes. That just happened and you were there and he was there and what’s gonna happen now? In the same way, Yuuji called himself an Uber and got inside with palms sweating and a happy frown on his face.

“Finally taking my advice. She was too cute to waste, man. If you didn’t take the chance, I would’ve.”

“Sukuna shut the hell up. I kissed her first.”

I just want to thank @half-baked-biscuit for writing this fanfic for me that I sent in as a commission. I really do appreciate her writing a black fem reader and her taking the time to write this amazing fluff with yuuji/sukuna. I love you bitch T^T. Also credit to the artist for the picture above @hinamie. This was an amazing design so I just had to use it! Please like, reblog, and comment :3

Heres the link to the original post of the artist: https://hinamie.tumblr.com/post/635380113076355072/th-designs-in-this-show-r-god-tier-thank-u-jjk 

Taglist: @half-baked-biscuit @siriusimie @mangobxbbletea @corduroyrose

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❝ cute ❞ n.yt

synopsis → he stays quiet and you kick yourself for being so confident. you didn’t know if yuta was the playful flirting type but then again, you didn’t know much about him at all.

word count → 3.2k

a/n → on today’s episode of ‘it’s 2 a.m. and i’m writing a fic nobody asked for while the limitless album plays on a loop’ :)))))

you tapped your mechanical pencil against your desk, focusing on the rhythm you were making with it rather than the assignment your teacher had handed out. you directed your attention to ms. lee only to find that she was staring off into space, clutching her ‘world’s best teacher’ mug tightly, as usual. which worked for you. of course, her irresponsible behavior made you worry for the state of the educational system but realistically, you had no intentions of actually working and the longer she spent in her head, the longer you could avoid it. you hated to admit it but the time you spent in her fourth period class was usually wasted.

you shifted your gaze to the red haired boy sitting in front of you. nakamoto yuta. you never talked to yuta. sure, you wanted to hold a real conversation with him at least once because of all the rumors surrounding him and his mysterious nature but your interactions were always limited to asking for pencils and answers—which reminded you.

you tap his shoulder. he jolts and you figure he was taking one of his infamous in-class naps. he slowly turns to face you with his brown eyes that were the same color as the lukewarm coffee sitting in ms. lee’s mug. his eyelids are slightly droopy, only confirming the fact that he had been snoozing.

“is class over?" he asks, his voice slightly raspy.

“in a couple minutes, yeah. but here’s your pencil back,” you say, and you notice he smiles slightly when he takes it from you.

that was new. you figure that you could take advantage of him being in a good mood and keep the conversation alive. “i’m surprised you didn't snap at me for tapping it the entire class.”

his smile widens, shocking you even further. “are you kidding? i’m sure your pencil tapping is music to the ears in comparison to all my snoring.”

“oh, c’mon, it’s cute,” you respond.

he stays quiet and you kick yourself for being so confident. you didn’t know if yuta was the playful flirting type but then again, you didn’t know much about him at all.

the bell rings and you can’t seem to pack your things up fast enough. you can feel the boy’s gaze on you but you avoid making any eye contact. as you swing your backpack over your shoulder and speed walk to the door you realize that maybe you should’ve stuck to keeping your interactions with yuta limited.

when you drop your lunch tray on the table as you take a seat, joy and jinsoul put a pause on their conversation about the obvious affair between mr. son and mrs. jeon to greet you.

“hey girl,” jinsoul says, offering you a smile.

joy waves. “how was your fourth period? it’s history right?”

you nod. “it was pretty uneventful. until the end.”

your friends lean forward. “oh really?” asks joy.

“do you need to vent or something?” jinsoul adds.

you can’t fight back your smile. “what a polite way to ask for gossip. you two are getting better at it, you know.”

they laugh. “well, we try.” your best friends were known for knowing. they were sure to have the scoop in everything that went on around campus and they were quite proud of it.

“well,” you continue. “you guys know yuta right?”

jinsoul squeals at hearing his name. she apologizes once she takes notice of you and joy’s unamused stares. “my bad, i get excited whenever i hear a boy’s name.”

“wait, did you talk to him or something? like full conversation?” joy interjects, trying to get the details (as per usual).

“i’m sure we could’ve talked longer if i hadn’t flirted with him,” you mumble but jinsoul and joy hear you loud and clear. they immediately begin talking over each other. from what you catch jinsoul is proud of you for “making moves” while joy can’t seem to wrap her head around the fact that you actually spoke to the mysterious nakamoto yuta.

“guys, please. keep it down,” you plead. “i blew it, anyway.”

they become silent to ask, “how?” in perfect unison.

“well i said his snoring was cute and he just... didn’t respond after that,” you admit, cringing at the memory.

“you complimented his snoring?” joy asks.

“i was just trying to break the ice,” you sigh, burying your head in your hands waiting to be scolded by your friends for your lack of conversational skills.

“that’s not even that bad!” joy exclaims.

jinsoul nods. “i agree. it’s a little weird but... it’s unique! you probably stand out to him now. and that’s good.”

“but he didn’t even say anything after,” you whine.

“well how would you respond to someone telling you your snoring is cute?” joy interrupts, raising a brow.

it takes a moment for you to respond. “thank them, guess?”

“you gotta remember this is yuta we’re talking about. he isn’t the most expressive person ever,” jinsoul says.

joy agrees. “ever since that sicheng guy left to go back to china he’s kind of closed himself off. they were really close.”

you sigh. “he’s seemed so sad after that. i think he just needs a new friend. i want to be that for him. i mean, i would want someone to do the same for me if you guys suddenly left.”

jinsoul smiles at you, emphatically. “don’t worry, y/n. i have total confidence in you.”

“maybe if i hadn’t been so awkward i would too,” you say, dejectedly.

“well, judging by the way he keeps looking over here i’d say you're fine," joy comments, nonchalantly.

you freeze and stare at her dead in her eyes. “are you being serious right now? he’s looking over here?”

joy simply nods, poking at her salad.

you turn to jinsoul for confirmation. “jin? is she lying?”

jinsoul’s subtly eyes dart from you towards the back of the cafeteria and you see how they light up. “oh my gosh, no. she’s so right. wow, he’s really not hiding it at all.”

“so, your comment about his snoring really worked, huh?” joy teases. “i’m gonna have to start using that. ‘hey johnny, i love the way you snore. it’s so nasally and cute.’ how was that, y/n?”

you play along, chuckling and giving her a thumbs up.

later that day, all the talk of yuta has been forgotten and the three of you move on to focus on studying for the upcoming chemistry test. you find yourselves in your bedroom, taking diligent notes and reading report after report.

“i’m going to jump out the window,” joy announces, dropping her highlighter to massage her temples.

“is that your way of saying you want to stop studying?” you ask, your eyes never leaving your annotated text.

joy nods then dramatically collapses on your bed.

“a little break wouldn't hurt,” jinsoul agrees.

“you guys down for pizza?” you suggest.

“ooh yeah, that actually sounds so good right now,” joy comments from her spot on your bed.

“we had pizza last week!” jinsoul complains as she closes her notebook.

“it’s brain food, jin,” you say, giving her a serious look as you dial the pizza place’s number.

she rolls her eyes. “sure. just get me a slice of pepperoni.”

“i want cheese!” joy exclaims.

“got it,” you say, placing your phone on your ear. after two rings and a half they finally pick up.

“hello, may i take your order?”

“can i get a large pizza? one half pepperoni and the other half cheese.”

for some reason, the pair sitting on your bed has begun to giggle and you shoot them a glare, signaling for them to pipe down. but they don’t seem to care and their laughter only intensifies as jinsoul scribbles something onto a piece of paper.

“drinks?” the worker on the other line says.

“a, uh, two liter coke, please.”

“will that be all?”

suddenly, joy has begun waving frantically, stealing your attention away from the employee on the phone. she shakes her head vigorously and jinsoul mouths ‘no’ over and over.

assuming that’s what they want you say, you answer, “um... no?”

your friends smile, clearly happy with your response. then, jinsoul flips the notepad and reveals to you what has been written.

send your cutest delivery guy :)

you freeze, realizing that’s your next line. reluctantly, you say it. “actually, could you please... send your cutest delivery guy?”

jinsoul shoots you a big thumbs up and joy nods indicating she was satisfied.

the person over the line chuckles. “i’ll see what we can do. anything else?”

“nope, that’ll be all.”

once you’ve told her your address, all that’s left to do is wait. none of you bother trying to continue your study session because you’re too busy making up scenarios, the excitement of this ‘cute delivery guy’ getting to the three of you.

“so, if he’s insanely good looking... then what?” jinsoul asks, eyes filled with hope.

“then we get his number,” joy says, giving her a ‘duh’ look.

the blonde stares at her, incredulously. “there’s three of us, joy.”

“sharing is caring,” responds joy as you suggest, “ask him if he has any friends.”

you and joy laugh at your overlapped answers and how different they are.

“and what if he’s insanely old?” jinsoul continues.

you crack up at the question. joy shoves her shoulder, playfully.

“it could happen!” jinsoul defends. “have you guys never watched catfish?”

“i promise you, it’s not that serious,” you say, laughing. “he’s just delivering our pizza.”

“yeah and besides, you guys are totally not asking the important questions,” says joy. “what if he’s ugly?”

the three of you sit in silence, trying to contain your laughter before you speak up.

“well... then at least we got the pizza.”

when the doorbell rings, you all dash down your stairs so fast anyone else would think there was a fire in your room. you crowd against the door but jinsoul stands on the tips of her toes to see through the peephole.

her voice comes out breathless. “oh my god.”

“what is it?” you ask as you try to shove her out of the way.

being the tallest out of the three of you, joy is able to easily peek through the glass at the top of the door. you can only watch her jaw drop.

“no way!” she exclaims.

you whine. “guys, if you’re not gonna move at least tell me what the big deal is!”

your friends share a look that morphs into sly smiles and your confusion only grows. your doorbell rings again, the person standing behind it obviously growing impatient. joy swings the door open without hesitation and you suddenly understand their strange behavior.

there stands nakamoto yuta in all his glory.

he sports a red polo button up with the logo of the pizza place over his chest and a pair of khakis. the cap he wears is also apart of his uniform but he’s placed it on backwards, tufts of his ginger hair peeking out from underneath. he has failed to notice you since his eyes are so focused on reading the receipt in his right hand.  

“i’ve got a large pizza, half pepperoni and half cheese and a two liter coke. here in the notes it says you asked for the ‘cutest delivery guy’ but i was the only one on duty so... i hope you’re not too dissappoin—wait, y/n?” he has finally looked up and his shock cuts him off before he can even finish his sentence.

you smile, awkwardly. “hi yuta.”

he raises a brow. “you ordered this?”

you nod. “um, yeah. i didn’t know you worked at a pizza place.”

he shrugs, sheepishly. “i know it’s nothing glamorous but it’s something. i’m just trying to save up as much money as i can right now.”

“well, good for you,” you say, genuinely.

he stares up at you, his lips curving up into a small smile and you mirror the expression.

“okay.” joy drags out the word, dramatically. “jinsoul and i are gonna head out now. catch you guys later!”

“i think we can stay and have one slice of—ow! what’d you pinch me like that for?”

“we’re leaving,” joy says, through gritted teeth.

joy excuses herself and jinsoul unwillingly follows before they walk out your front door, not even bothering to grab their stuff from upstairs.

you clear your throat, resenting how painfully bad your friends were at acting. “so, uh, how much?”

“it’s on the house.”

you fold your arms, teasingly. “that seems too good to be true.”

yuta smiles and you realize it has not once left his face. “maybe it is.”

you lean against your doorframe. “what’s the catch?”

“i get to eat this pizza with you,” he responds.

his boldness stuns you into silence. nakamoto yuta wanted to spend time with you?

“you can definitely say no,” he adds, sensing your shock. “and i’m extremely sorry if i overstepped.”

you can’t seem to shake your head fast enough. “no, no, no! i would really like that.”

you swear you see a relieved smile appear on his face. “oh, good. i mean, your friends just left and i would hate for you to eat alone, you know?”

you can hardly contain your happiness at the fact that yuta was just as bad an actor as joy and jinsoul. “well, that’s an offer i just can’t refuse.” you step aside so he can enter your house.

“nice place,” he comments, looking around.

“thanks. um, you can just set that over there if you want.” you point towards your kitchen.

yuta obeys, placing the food on your dinner table. he takes a seat and you quickly grab plates and cups for the two of you. not even a minute later you’re both stuffing your faces with food.

“how can you work around stuff this good and not be craving it every second?” you ask him, wiping your face with a napkin.

“seeing how much grease they dump into this helps kill the craving,” he says, honestly. “besides, i don’t really like pizza that much.”

you opt to ignore the first part and motion to the half eaten slice on his plate. “looks like you like it.”  

he shakes his head. “trust me, the only thing i like here isn’t the pizza.”

you want to take his comment as a compliment but you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. besides, you were starting to get used to his bluntness. “you know, we haven’t talked much but i can just tell you’re an open book.”

he smirks, not agreeing nor disagreeing. “well, most people don’t know a thing about me. i’m just the strange japanese guy. how do you see me?”

you tilt your head, staring at him deeply. “i see you as someone who knows his likes and dislikes. doesn’t seem like you’re one to hold back.”

“i could the same about you. not just anyone points out someone else’s snoring, much less calls it cute. that takes guts.” the smirk on his face grows at seeing you bury your head in your hands.

“oh god, i don’t know what i was thinking. if you could just erase that from your brain it would be greatly appreciated. i’d rather not seem like a dork to you.”

“well, i liked it. no one says that type of stuff to me especially since i’m kind of...” he trails off, brushing his bangs out of his face. “i’m kind of reserved.”

you nod. “i’ve noticed. to be honest, i’ve always wanted to get to know you for that exact reason. i’m glad you’re letting me.”

he looks up at you. “seriously?”

“yeah. everyone thinks you’re this big ‘mystery’,” you make air quotes, “but i’ve always just thought you were interesting. from what i’ve gathered, you’re a really good guy. everyone should give you a chance.”

it takes him a moment to respond. “wow, you think that? that’s... very nice.” he takes a sip of his coke but you sense he’s not finished speaking so you wait. “you know, it’s been a while since someone has given me a chance.”

you frown. “well it’s their loss.”

he chuckles. “you remind me of sicheng.”

you freeze. you knew this was a sensitive topic.

“i mean you’re both so different but... similar?” he shakes his head. “i dunno. maybe it’s how transparent you are. and you’ve got really big hearts too. it only shows with certain people but for some reason, you both show it with me. because you both see me for who i am.” 

“sicheng sounds wonderful,” you say but you secretly relish in the way he sings your praises.

“he is. i miss him. you know i think about moving to china a lot. or even back to japan. just anywhere away from here.”

you try your best to hide your disappointment. “what for? if you don’t mind me asking.”

“i don’t really know. i just want to feel a sense of belonging. i don’t have that here. that’s why i picked up this job, to save up for an escape in case it all gets to be too much for me.” he sighs. “it’s stupid to run from my problems, i know.”

“i don’t think it’s stupid. i mean, firstly you’re a foreigner coming to an entirely new country and school. then you meet someone and form a bond only for him to leave. you close yourself off a little but who can blame you? it’s tough. you’ve been through a lot.”

he smiles, proudly. “this is exactly what i mean. that’s something sicheng would have said. it would have probably been in chinese and way more aggressive but essentially the same thing.”

“really?” you run a hand through your hair. “wow, he must be insanely wise then.”

yuta laughs at your self praise. “did i forget to mention that you’re both extremely humble?”

you pensively tap your chin. “hm, might’ve left that one out.”

he nods. “must have.”

you fiddle with your fingers. “okay, this may be super random and i may be completely out of line but i, uh, hope you stay.” he only offers you a half smile so you continue. “i mean, it’s totally your decision but i feel like i’m finally getting to know you after so long and i really enjoy your company. i could introduce you to a couple of my friends and i could add you into our group chat. and we could sit together at lunch! we could even like partner up for projects and stuff and—“

“i would love that,” he interrupts. his voice comes out so soft it’s almost a whisper. it’s like he’s been waiting for this exact moment for his entire life, like you just took the words out of his mouth. “oh god, i’ve been wanting this.”

“really?” your voice comes out way louder than intended. “sorry, i’m excited.”

“and i’m the cute one,” he says, referencing your comment from earlier once again.

“when will you let that go—wait, what do you mean by that?”

he stands, grabbing both your plates and cups and making his way towards the sink. “catch up! you’re cute! actually, i think you beat sicheng in that aspect.”

you put a hand over your heart. “you don’t know how much of an honor that is.”

he chuckles, shaking his head. “i can’t believe i have such a huge soft spot for such a huge dork.”

“wait, am i the dork?!”

“oh my god, you have got to catch up!”

[jeni182]

Unspoken

Andrew Minyard was not good with words.

Actually, scratch that. Andrew Minyard was very good with words. Cutting remarks and biting insults and sarcastic responses. He was very good at all of those. It was the simpler words he had problems with.

Words like love and relationship and trust.

“Hey,” Neil said, knocking Andrew’s shoulder with his own. They were on the roof, as they usually were this time of night. “What are you thinking?”

I’ll miss you when I graduate. I wish you could come with me. I don’t want to lose this.

Instead, Andrew took a long drag of his cigarette. Instead, Andrew shrugged too tight shoulders. Instead, Andrew wrapped a hand around the back of Neil’s neck and brought him in for a cigarette laced kiss. It was the only thing he knew how to say right now.

When he pulled back, Neil was grinning. “Is that what you were thinking?” Andrew shoved him back with a hand to his face and took another drag of his cigarette.

****

“I don’t know how to say words.”

Bee raised a brow at him. “No? I’d say you have a gift with words, Andrew. I’ve never head someone describe things as succinctly and as to the point as you do.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Andrew shook his head. He didn’t even know how to say this to Bee. He sighed and rubbed his face. Played with the edge of an armband. Jiggled a leg. Bee watched him patiently, waiting for him to get his thoughts in order.

“I’m graduating soon.” Bee nodded. “Neil is not.” She nodded again. “I don’t know how to say words.”

“Ah,” Bee said, finally getting it. “You would like to express some things to Neil, but you don’t know how to put them into words. Is that it?”

Andrew gave a tight nod.

He tried to show the words physically. He could feel them, when they were alone, and it was dark, and they were tangled together in sheets with warm breaths and gentle hands. He tried to say so much in those moments, because he couldn’t say it out loud.

A kiss behind Neil’s ear. I want you. A finger lightly trailing a scar. You’re perfect. A hand on a jaw, foreheads touching, breaths mingling. I love you.

Was it enough?

“I’m worried,” Andrew told Bee. “For when I’m gone, and Neil is here. We’ll have to communicate via phone calls and skype and…” Bee waited patiently again. “I just want to be able to say it out loud when we’re not in the same place. I’m worried it’ll be different.” I’m worried he won’t want me anymore.

“Hmmm,” Bee nodded and made a note of something. “Well, there are a lot of other ways for you to say things to him. I think Neil probably knows that speaking your emotions and feelings out loud is not something you claim to be proficient in. And I think he would understand that, even when you’ve left PSU. But let’s talk about some ways you can express what you’re feeling without having to put it into words out loud.”

****

The next night, Andrew had a brand-new journal. The pages were empty. The paper smelled fresh.

He had no idea what he was doing.

This had been the least cringe worthy of Bee’s ideas. ‘Write it down Andrew. You can show him if you’d like, or you can toss it if you’d rather. There’s no pressure.’

He didn’t see how this was any different from texting. He didn’t want to say any of the things he was thinking in a text either.

So, laying in his bunk on his stomach with his journal open in front of him, Andrew tried very hard to push aside the feeling of being a teenage girl and put a pen to the paper.

I don’t know what I’m doing.

What the fuck am I supposed to write.

When is Neil supposed to be back?

Andrew looked at his watch and sighed.

Neil is supposed to be back in an hour. He’s on the court teaching stupid freshman how to put the ball into the goal because they’re all incompetent. I don’t know why he bothers. But I guess that’s just so Neil. He always says, ‘someone had to show me’ and I guess that’s true and he IS an idiot. But not like these idiots.

Andrew tapped the pen on the paper and sighed.

I wish he would come home.

Andrew read what he’d written and slammed the book shut before he could rip it out and tear it to pieces.

****

One weekend, when they were at Eden’s after a game, Andrew lost Neil.

He left to get more drinks and did not make it back to the table. After ten minutes, Andrew left the table to look for him. Roland hadn’t seen him. He wasn’t on the dance floor. He wasn’t in the bathroom. Andrew was very calmly losing his fucking mind.

Where are you, where are you, where are you.

He found him finally, in the back room. He was sitting on the floor, back against the wall. His knees were pulled up and his head was buried in his arms. Andrew dropped to the floor next to him and pulled him into his chest.

“What the fuck happened? Where were you?” He felt Neil shudder, and Andrew rubbed the back of his neck, massaging the tension out.  Neil looked up and the glow of blue eyes in the dimness made Andrew want to close his own.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry. There was…a guy. I don’t know who. He grabbed me and called me Wesninski and I don’t know. I just panicked. I ran back here. I didn’t want to lose it out there and have security throw me out.”

Andrew let out a low growl. “Where?”

“No, just… Don’t worry about it. He’s probably already gone. Can we just leave?” Neil nuzzled his face into Andrew’s neck and Andrew took a deep breath. He nodded, and they left.

That night, when they were in the bed in their room in Columbia, after he’d shown Neil how worried he’d been with his hands and his mouth, Andrew pulled out his journal. Neil was snoring softly next to him, and Andrew ran a hand through his hair. He was rewarded with a soft sigh.

He started writing.

I love that noise. It means he feels safe here, with me. It means he trusts me to take care of him. I would kill that guy that grabbed him. I would kill anyone who made him feel like he had to hide. When I couldn’t find him tonight-

Andrew had to stop to close his eyes and gather his thoughts. To think about how to say this, even to this piece of paper.

-the feeling inside my chest was like a vice. It was squeezing and squeezing and all I could think about was Baltimore. Only it’s worse than Baltimore, because now I’ve had it and now I know what there is to lose. Everything.

****

On the day of Andrew’s graduation, Neil pulled him in for a hug. Andrew did not huff, and he did not pretend it was annoying like he might have done once. Instead he let his head fall into Neil’s neck and breathed in his scent of soap and sweat and Neil.

“I’m proud of you,” Neil said quietly to Andrew’s ear. Andrew did not respond. It was too much.

There was a party in the tower, for Andrew and Aaron and Nicky. There was booze and the Vixens were there and the music was terrible. Andrew didn’t mind so much. He stood with a cup of vodka and watched everyone around him have fun. Neil found him leaning against the wall and came close with a small smile on his lips. He moved until he was leaning against Andrew. Until they were chest to chest and thigh to thigh. He took Andrew’s cup from his hand and set it aside on a nearby table.

“Dance with me?”

“Never.”

Neil tilted his head back and laughed, and Andrew used the opportunity to run a hand up his neck, until it was wrapped loosely around it and his fingers were on Neil’s pulse point. Neil looked back at him and Andrew felt his pulse quicken. Or maybe that was Andrew’s own pulse. Sometimes it was hard to tell.

The next morning, when everyone was still in an alcohol induced sleep, Andrew wrote.

I’m leaving in a week. I’m leaving for Denver and Neil will stay here. Aaron will go to Chicago and Nicky will go to Germany. I am equal parts amazed that we’ve all survived this long and discomfited that after keeping and eye on everyone, it won’t be my responsibility anymore. Neil, though. Neil will always be my responsibility. I still don’t know how to say words. I still don’t know how to tell him what I want to tell him. Maybe I don’t really need to, after all. No, I know I don’t need to. I know he knows. Because no one has ever been able to read me like he has. No one has been able to give me a look that says, ‘I know what you’re not saying, and I feel the same way.’

I still wish I could say it.

****

The night before Andrew had to leave for Denver, they were at the Columbia house. They’d already moved out of the dorms. Already packed all of Andrew’s things. Already found Andrew an apartment.

Neil and Andrew sat outside on the back porch, cigarettes lit and coffee on the step next to them. The summer nights were warm now, bugs chirping and the air a heavy weight on their shoulders, blanketing them in nighttime stillness.

Neil was twitchy.

“Are you going to tell me what your problem is?” Andrew asked, because he couldn’t simply say ‘What’s wrong?’

Neil shrugged. “You leave tomorrow is all. It’ll be a while before we can see each other. It’ll be weird, not having you here.”

Andrew took a long drag. Neil went silent. After a moment, Andrew blew the smoke out in a harsh breath and took up the journal he had sitting beside him. He saw Neil glance over, but he didn’t acknowledge him. Instead he wrote.

It’ll be weird for me, too.

He passed it over to Neil, and Neil smiled a little. He plucked the pen out of Andrew’s hand and wrote back.

I’ll miss you.

Instead of passing it back, he scooted closer to Andrew, moving the coffee out of the way. They sat thigh to thigh and Neil moved the journal so that each of them had half of it resting on their laps. Andrew took back the pen. And so, it went.

I’ll miss you, too.

Will we talk every day?

Every single day.

Will you think of me when you’re in goal?

I will never not be thinking about you.

Will you send me nudes?

Every chance I get.

Neil laughed, and Andrew’s lips twitched.

They both went quiet for a moment, and Andrew took another turn.

I love you.

He heard Neil suck in a small breath and before he had time to wish he could take it back, Neil snatched the pen from his hand.

I love you, too.                                                        

[homeformyheart]

simply be mine - adam du mortain x f!detective (twc)

author’s note: i needed to write a fluff piece after my last fic, “cottage by the sea,” and got inspiration while listening to a couple songs (see prompt line below) for a new years’ eve party fic. i hope you enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles  – adam du mortain x f!detective (regina bishop) rating/warnings: 14+; descriptions of drinking  word count: 3.1k based on/prompt: “only girl in the world” by rihanna / “one and only” by adele summary: adam struggles to understand why anyone would care about human new years’ eve traditions, but when he finds out regina enjoys them, he finds himself intrigued.

simply be mine

when regina walked into the warehouse living room an hour before the agency’s new years’ eve party, she was pleasantly surprised to see unit bravo somewhat dressed up, even if they were standing around brooding like usual. she was both surprised and excited that she was invited to attend as well, without having to be someone’s plus one, even though she had been assured by both nate and farah that they would’ve invited her. she giggled internally at the memory of farah practically jumping off the walls of the warehouse living room in excitement, yelling what seemed like a hundred words per minute about going shopping and getting ready together.

she quickly learned that the rest of unit bravo hated attending agency work functions and avoided them as much as they could. however, everyone was “strongly encouraged” to attend the new years’ eve party, which she gathered from both morgan and adam that what the agency meant was “we better see you there or we’ll give you the worst cases next year.” she thought they were probably exaggerating a tiny bit, but let it slide.

perhaps to make up for the fact that they’d have to spend the night in a brightly lit and loud room for several hours with colleagues they didn’t care for, regina found that unit bravo had already started pregaming before she arrived, and they pregamed hard. she saw firsthand the sheer amount of alcohol they needed to consume just to feel a little buzzed.

another rare upside to being human, regina noted, a couple of shots of any brown liquor and she was good to go. of course, she only managed one shot of nate’s vintage prohibition-era whiskey before he snatched it away and started lecturing her on its rarity and history and had to settle for farah’s tequila.

“regina, do a shot with me!” farah practically screamed, bounding over to her with a half-empty bottle of tequila and limes in one hand and a pinch of salt in the palm of her other hand.

“who taught you how to do a tequila shot?” she asked incredulously as farah poured a generous shot for them both and handed her a lime.

“i looked it up online!” she said with such a proud look on her face that regina could only smile fondly at the person who had become her best friend on the team.

they both knocked back the shots and cringed, the salt and limes providing little relief to the burn; regina could only assume it was maybe ten times worse for farah. but then farah drained whatever was left in the bottle and let out a loud whoop before wrapping regina up in a big hug.

“i am soooooooo glad we get to celebrate with youuu!! you are the best person on this teammmmmm, after me, of course,” farah shouted and regina couldn’t help but laugh.

adam raised an eyebrow. “you mean she’s the best human on the team, don’t you, farah?”

“nopeeeeeeeeeeee. regina’s the bestttttttttt of us and you can’t convince me otherwiseeeee,” she said in a singsong voice, much to everyone else’s annoyance.

“hey farah, why don’t you put on some pre-party music?” regina suggested. farah’s eyes lit up and she sped away and disappeared before regina could blink.

she felt adam’s large presence behind her, casting a figurative shadow over her in the living room. the room was softly lit by the chandelier farah herself had selected, much to morgan’s annoyance. regina let herself lean back slightly without actually touching adam’s chest, knowing it would tempt him to wrap his hands around her waist.

except he only kept one hand hovering near her hip as he said in a low murmur, “you really shouldn’t encourage her, you know.”

the corner of her lips twitched as though it wanted to break into a smile, but regina knew adam wouldn’t appreciate being teased about being a ‘stick in the mud’ considering each member of unit bravo took their turn throughout the day telling him to lighten up.

“you know she’s not going to stop, so just let her have her fun,” she winked as a familiar song started vibrating through the walls, followed by farah’s vocals. “we’ll be heading out soon anyway.”

morgan let out a sound that was a cross between a loud huff and a growl as she stomped outside, cigarettes in hand.

“i want you to love me, like a hot ride,” farah sang out as she appeared in the living room, twirling gracefully as she leaped over the table to land in front of regina. “be thinking of me, doing what you like.”

regina laughed as adam sighed loudly, intending obviously for them to hear, before he walked over to where nate was leaning against the bookshelf with a glass of wine. she immediately missed the warmth of his body behind her, or rather, the tingle she got in her spine from the prospect of his touch. she took a long sip of her whiskey, willing herself to actually enjoy tonight and not dwell on the lack of progress between her and adam.

“come on, regina, sing with me!” farah grabbed her hand and started twirling her around, whatever was left of the whiskey sloshing out of the glass and on to the floor.

“want you to make me feel, like i’m the only girl in the world,” regina belted alongside farah, throwing her head back. “like i’m the only one you’ll ever love; like i’m the only one who knows your heart.”

farah grabbed the wine bottle on the table by nate before he could intervene and put it to her mouth like a microphone. “only girl in the worlddddd,” she crooned, before collapsing into a giggling fit on the couch, bringing regina down with her.

despite wanting to roll his eyes at farah’s antics, even nate couldn’t help but smile at how cheerful his family was and how nice it was to celebrate the holidays together.

“we should get going soon,” he said, finishing his glass of wine.

“no, wait, regina’s not dressed!” farah said, immediately standing and pulling regina up with her.

“what are you talking about? i am dressed,” regina protested, motioning toward her tailored dress pants and blouse.

farah wrinkled her nose. “oh honey, no. this is a fancy party and you need to dress like it. come on!” before she could protest further, farah had dragged her back toward her room.

* * * * * “you know, regina might appreciate it if you partake in some new years’ traditions,” nate said quietly, glancing over at his longtime friend, who was staring out the window.

adam looked over at him with one eyebrow raised. “and what traditions would that be?”

nate smiled mischievously. “well, the one that seems to be really popular among humans is kissing someone at midnight.”

nate could feel adam’s shoulders tense a fraction of a second before he saw the physical movement itself. “that is an impractical and inane tradition. i would think the detective to be above such childish antics.”

now it was nate’s turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “and i think she’d appreciate the romantic gesture. it’s not childish to want to ring in the new year with someone you care for.”

before adam could retort, the sound of heels clacking along the hallway and the gentle swishing movement of fabric drew his attention toward the only thing that was capable of unraveling centuries of carefully architected walls with a single glance. regina appeared in the living room, farah’s arm looped in hers, dressed in a strapless black floor-length gown with a sweetheart neckline and slit that went all the way up to her mid-thigh.

adam’s eyes followed the length of the slit; the creamy complexion of her skin drawing him in. his gaze traced the way the fabric clung to her curves, dipping at the waist before cupping her chest. her hair was styled in soft waves to one side, leaving her collarbone and neck exposed. he didn’t realize his eyes were continuing to trace the delicate lines of her neck and jaw, before they landed on her red lips. they were lighter than blood and yet, just as, if not more, enticing to him.

he watched as the corner of those luscious lips quirked up into a smirk, which seemed to snap him out of his trance. his gaze shot upward to meet her teasing blue ones, not realizing that his feet seemed to move of their own accord until he was standing right in front of her.

“can i help you, commanding agent du mortain?” regina said, the low and sultry tone of her voice sending warmth south in an unfamiliar, but not wholly unpleasant way.

adam’s throat suddenly felt dry – an odd, human-like sensation that made him pause, until he realized that regina was suddenly very close. too close. he inwardly begged his legs to take a step back, but they wouldn’t budge, and he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to anyway.

“your… dress. it’s impractical. what if you were to get attacked?” he said slowly after clearing his throat, clasping his hands behind his back.

regina smiled and gazed up at him knowingly, a look that was both infuriating and intoxicating. as though she could read every piece of his soul back to him and love all of him anyway.

“don’t worry, i have my volt gun strapped to my thigh, see?” she reached for his hand, her touch sending a jolt up his arm that would worry him for medical reasons if he were human, but instead was stoking a deep primal urge within him as she moved it toward the back of her thigh.

the familiar rectangular gun was firm underneath his fingers and even though regina had let go of his hand, he held on, not quite allowing himself to graze her skin, but feeling her body heat at the tips of his fingertips all the same.

“besides, i know you all will be keeping an eye on me,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him. adam could hear the flutter of each lash against the air and found himself wondering how they’d feel against his skin as she kissed her way down his chest.

“of course, i— i mean, we, won’t let anything happen to you,” he said, moving his hand back behind him, flexing it once before resuming his stance.

“well, i only care that you are keeping an eye on me, commanding agent,” she said, giving him a flirty wink before putting on her coat and following farah out to the car.

adam let out an audible groan and rubbed his face with his hands. nate clasped a hand on his shoulder and he looked over to see his best friend was smirking at him.

“it’s okay. but if you’re going to pretend like there’s nothing between you all night, then you won’t mind if we all take turns dancing with her, right?” his smile only widened as adam’s mouth parted in stunned surprise. “come on or we’ll be late.”

* * * * * adam stood, tense and rigid, in a corner of the ballroom near the balcony doors with morgan, who ducked out every so often when the lights and sounds got to be too much, while nate and farah took turns dancing with regina. it baffled him how an entire room full of trained agents could let themselves potentially be compromised by partaking in such celebratory activities. even his own team, although he would admit only to himself that they needed the break.

farah loved the upbeat songs that allowed her to twirl regina around as fast as she could, and he wondered how regina could handle what must be incredibly dizzying and nauseating for a human. and then there was nate, who took advantage of the slow ballads and classic waltzing music sprinkled throughout the evening, to lead regina around in simple box steps. it was very unlike adam to care what his team did during events like this, as long as they behaved themselves, but something about how nate would lean in every once in a while to say something and make regina laugh made him want to crush every glass in sight.

he crossed his arms and glared at the back of nate’s head, knowing he was doing this to antagonize him, somehow. he felt his gaze unwillingly soften, however, whenever he felt regina’s eyes glance over at him. he quickly looked away when he realized she was walking toward him, surveying the room as though he was being vigilant.

“not fond of dancing?” she asked, the words coming out in soft gasps as she sought to catch her breath.

“i don’t see the point,” he said quickly, the defensiveness in his tone catching even him by surprise. surely, he didn’t need to explain himself.

“sometimes things don’t have to have a point to be enjoyable,” she offered, her voice pleasantly cutting through the din of the party. “and i really like dancing.”

regina let out a soft hum as nate arrived and handed her a drink. she drank it gratefully, giving nate a gentle smile that made adam grit his teeth. morgan appeared next to her and swiftly took regina’s drink, finishing it despite her half-hearted protest.

“so, regina, what is your favorite new years’ eve tradition?” nate asked, hiding his smile behind his glass of wine and ignoring adam’s pointed glare.

“oh well, i always like how excited everyone gets and parties like this are definitely fun,” regina answered, pausing for just a moment to look down at her glass hesitantly before continuing, “but the best one is of course getting to kiss someone at midnight.”

“it’ll be midnight soon, do you have anyone you plan to kiss yet?” morgan asked, slinging an arm around regina’s shoulders. “i’m free at midnight, if you’re interested.”

adam cleared his throat. “that would be unprofessional, agent.”

morgan brought another cigarette to her lips. nate stopped her hand with the lighter and motioned to the balcony. “let’s get some air, morgan, and leave these two alone.”

“sure, if you think that means he’ll actually kiss her before i do,” morgan snickered, too soft for regina to hear but it was obviously directed at adam.

a soft romantic melody started playing over the speakers; a love ballad that regina was familiar with, judging by the way she started humming along and swaying gently in place.

i don't know why i'm scared i've been here before every feeling, every word i've imagined it all you'll never know if you never try to forget your past and simply be mine

regina blinked at adam’s sudden appearance in front of her, his large figure towering over hers and blocking the chandelier from her sight.

“you like this song.” it technically wasn’t a question.

“um, i guess?” she asked, puzzled.

“you should dance,” he said, his hands itching to reach for hers.

regina tilted her head to the side and looked up at him searchingly, her blue eyes delicately framed by her long dark lashes. “are you asking me to dance?”

he pursed his lips into a thin, straight line. “you would need a partner, and seeing as no one else is around, i can… dance with you. if you’d like.”

her eyebrows shot up in surprise. she was not expecting adam du mortain to willingly admit to asking her to dance. she quickly looked around and noticed that most of the agents had gone out on the balcony to watch the fireworks.

she smiled and tucked her hand gently into his and led him to the dance floor. they settled into a swaying rhythm as regina wrapped her arms around his neck. adam hesitantly placed his hands on her waist, and a sweet heat bloomed throughout her body, making her feel flushed.

“i thought dancing was pointless?” she asked teasingly after encouraging him to shift his weight between his feet to match her movements.

adam lowered his head, as if he didn’t want anyone reading his lips or hearing what he was about to say. “with you… it doesn’t seem that way.”

regina shook her head fondly. “you continue to surprise me, commanding agent.”

i dare you to let me be your, your one and only i promise i'm worthy to hold in your arms so come on and give me the chance to prove i am the one who can walk that mile until the end starts

“i hope so,” he muttered quietly. “i have lived over nine centuries, yet every day with you seems new and uncertain.”

regina was afraid to ruin the moment by saying anything and decided to step closer and rest her head on his shoulder instead. she smiled when his hands tightened around her waist, bunching the fabric in a way that she was sure would leave wrinkles.

“10…9…8”

her head shot up at the sound of the crowd outside counting down the last few seconds to the new year. “i didn’t realize it was almost midnight, we should go join everyone.”

adam’s green eyes bore into hers and she was close enough that she could see little specks of gold reflected in them from the chandeliers and ornate décor throughout the room. “you… you want to kiss mor—ahem, someone at midnight.”

“7…6…5”

“oh, i didn’t mean anything by it,” she said quickly, giving him a reassuring smile. she tried taking a step back only to find that adam was holding her tightly in place.

“but it’s a tradition you enjoy.” it was a statement, but he was looking for confirmation while trying to maintain his composure despite his heart hammering so loudly in his chest he thought regina would be able to hear it.

“4…3…2”

she dropped her hands from his shoulders and let them rest on his chest, fiddling with the lapels of his jacket nervously. “oh well, i— i suppose with someone i care for, yes.”

the final second and cheers from the balcony faded into the background as adam leaned forward and touched his lips lightly to hers; they were softer than he imagined, even with the layer of faded lipstick between them.

regina’s body instinctively arched closer to his as she sought to deepen the kiss, her hands scrambling for some part of his shirt she could hold on to. she barely registered that it was over all too soon as adam pulled back, her head spinning from the kiss in a good way.

“happy new year, detective,” he whispered hoarsely, resting his forehead against hers briefly before stepping back and walking away.

regina touched her lips to savor the pleasant tingling feeling the kiss had left behind. happy new year indeed.

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[sidras-tak]

@imperial-evolution made a Very Good Post about Martin being a fan of the Mechanisms, so I ran with that

Martin mentions when Jon settles in for a meal, that he’s going to clean up the house a little. He says, with a tiny blush, he usually plays music and he might sing along to it

“Is that okay? I don’t want to disrupt your recording time.”

Jon gives him a fond look, one that’s becoming more and more natural as the days pass.

“It’s perfectly fine, Martin. It’s not like anyone but me is going to be listening to these recordings anyway.”

“Right,” Martin says with a little smile. “‘Do Not Archive’, right?”

“Exactly.”

Martin hesitates for a brief moment, then rushes forward and kisses Jon quickly. He’s out of the room before Jon can react.

“Have a good meal,” he says on his way out. Jon takes a moment to compose himself. One should not start reading a statement while grinning. It would be undignified. He settles in with a statement, and even if Martin was yodeling from the hallway, he wouldn’t have been able to hear it over the steady, heady thrum of words flowing through him.

—

Jon finishes the last word and sits back with a satisfied sigh. This statement was full and would sustain him for at least a week. He idly mulls over the details of the statement, when a sound breaks his concentration. A cackle. A highly-recognizable cackle, accompanied by gunfire.

For fuck's sake, Jon takes a second to think, then he’s out of his chair and opening the door to the kitchen.

Martin is standing by the sink, elbows-deep in soapy water. His head is bobbing along to the song and he’s muttering the words under his breath. Jon gets there just in time to hear his own voice say is this her? How do we wake her up?

Loudly, Jon says, “Must you listen to this particular album?”

Martin jumps, whirling around, sending little water droplets flying across the room from his hands.

“Jon!” he exclaims, over the sound of Jon’s college-aged voice proclaiming I’m not gonna kiss a sleeping stranger, Nastya. That’s really fucking creepy.

Jon cringes and hits the stop button on the CD player that’s sitting on the counter.

“Ah,” Martin says, drying his hands on a towel. “You don’t like The Mechanisms? I’ve only got three physical albums with me and two of them are The Mechanisms, sorry…..”

He pauses, frowning. “They’re not that well-known, I’m surprised you recognize the music.”

Jon shakes his head in exasperation. He’s annoyed, but more with this unexpected encounter with his past than Martin. “Yes, I’m aware we’re not well-known, thank you.”

Martin frowns again, but differently. “We?” he echoes, like something terrible is dawning on him.

“Martin,” Jon says slowly. “You do realize…..that Jonny d’Ville…..is me, right?”

“What?” Martin screeches, nearly throwing the towel across the room. He blinks rapidly, like his entire world is resetting.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in a band!” Martin demands.

“I thought you knew! Tim teased me enough about it, I thought everyone in the Archives knew.”

Weakly, Martin says, “Oh my god. I got your autograph once. I mailed in a CD and  you signed it for me.”

“Really?” Jon asks. Wordlessly, Martin pops open the CD player and hands over the disk for Once Upon a Time in Space. Sure enough, ‘Jonny d’Ville’ is scrawled over the front in black sharpie.

“I can’t believe I’m dating a fan,” Jon says, for lack of a better thing to say. They’ve faced weirder things on a daily basis for years now, but this has shaken him in a way the supernatural never could. It’s not that he’s ashamed of his band, but everyone looks back on their college bands with a little embarrassment, right? Jonny d’Ville was much more dramatic than Jon Sims ever let himself be. To hear himself croon and yell with such abandon feels just a touch mortifying, and even more so to consider that his boyfriend listens to it regularly enough to own physical copies.

Martin slaps a hand over his mouth. “I had two crushes on you,” he says with all the finality of a man admitting his complacency in a fatal crime. “One on Jonny d’Ville and one on my boss.”

Suddenly the ridiculousness of the situation hits Jon and he puts a hand over his mouth to hide his laughter. It doesn’t work, as several giggles and one undignified snort sneak out past his hand.

“My god, Martin, only you,” he says. Martin, blushing hard, grabs the front of Jon’s jumper and tugs it gently.

“If you don’t tease me about crushing on your band-sona, I won’t tease you about the costumes you wore as d’Ville.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know I was quite proud of those costumes! I worked hard on that makeup, too,” Jon says, mock-insulted. He puts his arms around Martin’s waist, drawing them closer together. Martin melts into the embrace, as does Jon. It feels good to laugh with Martin, even at something as silly as this.

“Hey,” Martin says quietly. “Would you sing for me sometime? Not The Mechanisms, if you don’t want, but just anything? I always thought your voice—well, d’Ville’s voice—was beautiful.”

Jon kisses Martin’s cheek, then properly on the lips. When he pulls back, he says, “if you’re lucky, I’ll even play a bit of harmonica for you.”

“Ooh, I knew there was a reason I loved you,” Martin says.

Jon hums a quiet agreement, which then evolves into humming an actual song. The tune resembles the opening to one of the songs from the album Martin had cared about enough to buy and have signed, and eventually, Jon picks up the words, just loud enough for Martin and himself to hear.

Oh, my love, as the canons were a-blazing

I looked to the stars for you my love

Oh my love, as the cities you were razing

I looked to the stars to you, my love

My world was left a-burning and my royal house a-bleeding

I looked to the stars for you, my love….

[jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav]

Hello if you're not comfortable doing this please ignore - but how would the brothers from obey me react if they found mc self harming?

CW: Mention and discussion of self harm.

Heads up: I’m not an Expert on this - I know a bit about what it’s like, but let’s just say it’s not the typical horizontal scars (or even super visible longterm at all), so I don’t know much about things like that. Nor do I know what the proper protocol is if you find someone self-harming, so please don’t take this as any kind of advice. (Plus even if I knew Exactly what it is you’re supposed to do, this is the brothers’ reactions: they’re not gonna be experts either, certainly not on the fly with someone so close to them)

I repeat: I’m not an expert and this should not be taken as advice.

If you’re struggling with self harm or suicidal ideation, please consider taking a look at some of these websites/numbers.

I know it can be rough, but trust me, the pros of staying here and taking care of yourself outweigh the cons.

Obey Me: The Brothers Find MC Self Harming

Lucifer

Protective Older Brother Mode™ Engaged. His more immediate concern is stopping them from continuing, especially if it looks like they’re at risk of dying or seriously damaging themself. Any lighter/blade/etc. is getting taken out of their hands asap. He might hurt them a little bit if they resist, more from the sheer difference in strength than anything else.

Next step is cleaning and bandaging any wounds they have. His first instinct is the bathroom, but if they (quite understandably) don’t want to walk around the House of Lamentation with their self-harm injuries out, he’ll go get them and bring them back to their room (keeping whatever implement they were using on him, of course).

Despite his initial urgency, he’s very careful when dressing their injuries. Once that’s taken care of, he’ll ask them point-blank why they were doing what they were doing. He’s not stupid, he knows they were self-harming the second he found them, but he wants to hear their explanation.

Whether or not they tell him, he’s still tense like a live wire is running through him: he’s used to his brothers getting hurt because of recklessness or war injuries rip, but someone deliberately hurting themselves for no apparent reason is a little out of his wheelhouse. He doesn’t want to upset the MC further, but he also can’t allow this behaviour to continue.

In the end, the two reach a compromise: whenever they feel like hurting themself, they’ll let him know, and he’ll keep them company and try and take their mind off it until the urge passes.

And if they relapse, he’ll help them with tending to the wounds.

Mammon

Mammon’s… probably one of the worst to catch MC self-harming tbh, in terms of keeping his cool. In the panic of seeing blood or burns, he might not even connect the dots right away and think they’d been attacked by something. But if he sees the MC holding what they’ve been using to hurt themselves…

It’s like a bucket of cold water was dropped on him. He’s horrified, he’s furious - not with them, but in a more cosmic sense that being powerless can cause - he’s yelling; what are you doing, how could you, how long, how did he not notice how his human was feeling-?!

He suddenly pulls the MC in for a hug, and they can feel his tears on their back. Every single time he’s called them a stupid, weak human is running through his mind like a sick movie, and there’s a part of him that thinks it’s his fault that MC feels so terribly about themself that they’d do this.

He’s not good at first aid, but by god (or Diavolo, I guess?) he tries to wrap up MC’s wounds. It doesn’t help that he’s still quite shaky, but in the end they have a thick, sloppily wrapped layer of gauze on their injuries.

For a little while after, he’ll be even more clingy than usual, refusing to leave the MC’s side unless absolutely necessary. If the attention is suffocating, they’ll have to let him know, and reassure him that they won’t hurt themself while he’s gone for it to subside even a little bit. His tsundere act drops a fair bit too. He’ll still boast about being the GREAT Mammon, but any digs at them are extremely rare and even more tentative (they’d have to have another chat with him if this difference in treatment bothered them).

If the MC wanted to keep it a secret from the other brothers, Mammon would try and respect that, but he’ll inevitably ask one of them for help and they’ll figure out something is up pretty quick. Maybe not with MC specifically, but there is a strong suspicion. If they did figure it out, he’d make them swear not to tell MC or treat them differently: he doesn’t want them to feel worse.

Leviathan

Levi is no stranger to issues of self-esteem, but this is another level for him. He’d kind of freeze on the spot for a moment, unsure of what to do; social skills aren’t his forte in the best of circumstances and this… even if he wasn’t a shut-in, he’s not sure how he’d handle this.

He squeaked out the MC’s name when he first entered their room, and they’re now locked in a grim staring contest. If they don’t move or say anything, he’ll slowly close the door and approach them. If they flinch away, he’ll cringe and briefly panic, but steel himself and stick around. MC’s his best friend, and they need him right now.

Hey… he says. It’s okay… Well, it’s actually super extremely not okay, but I’m not mad or anything, you know? Pause. I… I never thought someone like you would do this. You’re so brave, and cool, and smart, and… you see something in a yucky otaku like me. You helped me be - you’re my best friend, alright? You’re an amazing, strong person, and don’t you forget it!

The Avatar of Envy knows that emotions can make one do irrational things, and he wants MC to know that he doesn’t think any less of them for this. When they’re all bandaged up, he pulls out a roll of TSL or Ruri-chan themed stickers and practically covers MC’s dressings in them. Then he does the same to himself, so if anyone sees and asks about it, he’ll say it’s just a friend thing they did together.

Levi still has a tendency to stay in his room more often than not, but now makes a point to check up on MC every so often, usually when they get home from school or at night. If they seem down or tell him they’re having thoughts of hurting themself again, he’ll invite them to play a no-stress game with him or watch some lighthearted anime. He’ll also avoid anything that could trigger you in your normal binge-watching sessions.

Satan

Satan doesn’t trust himself to move or even speak when he finds MC self-harming. He’s scared; scared that they’ll go too far, scared that he’ll say the wrong thing, scared that he’ll hurt them further if he slips up and snaps at them, scared to move.

Move, he thinks to himself, do something.

Without a word, he goes and grabs some first aid supplies. If anyone asks him what he’s doing or tries to bother him about something else, he’ll snap at them; he’s frazzled enough that he might even slip into his demon form.

This will sting, but it’s a good disinfectant. Good, focus on what he’s doing. It’s concrete, he knows this. Once MC is taken care of, he reluctantly asks them how long they’ve been doing this. Where they keep their supplies. How often.

He won’t ask why. He knows how it feels to want to destroy something so much you’ll turn on yourself.

If they’re comfortable with it, he’ll do everything he can to help. Harm reduction methods, finding alternative activities, keep MC distracted when they’re not feeling well, help them “ride the wave” (where whenever you feel the urge to self harm, you stop and wait 15 minutes - if you still feel that way, wait another 15, until it passes), anything to help them. Either way, he’s reading up on all he can about self-harm and how to help someone struggling with it.

He’ll do a lot of the alternate activities with MC so they don’t feel weird about doing it alone. Asmo once asked them what the hell they were doing holding ice cubes in their mouths and Satan’s response was to spit his out at his brother at a velocity that left a dent in the wall. He’ll also ask if they want to join him on his walks.

Also, because you’ll take the headcanon that Satan volunteers at the devildom equivalent of the SPCA out of my cold, dead hands, pet therapy! Provided MC isn’t allergic/doesn’t have an issue with cats, he’ll invite them to come with him and meet and pet the cats. It’s very hard to feel any sort of negative emotion when surrounded by cats, after all.

Asmodeus

Oh. This is why MC was so reluctant to let him dress them up.

Asmo has enough self esteem to rival the entirety of Hollywood’s divas, but he loves MC just as much, if not more, than himself. It breaks his heart to know that they don’t feel the same way about themselves.

He can’t charm them, but that doesn’t stop him from gently trying to coax them to put down the implement they’re using to hurt themself. Once he has it, he goes to get first aid supplies. MC hears a particularly loud THUNK as something is whipped into the garbage with uncharacteristic aggression.

Asmo will carefully and gently patch them up, finishing his handiwork with soft kisses on top of everywhere that was injured. He wants MC to know that they’re loved, and important, and that this doesn’t change any of that.

If they have scars that they want to cover up, he’ll at first encourage them to be proud of their battle scars, but if they really don’t want others to see them, he’ll create a whole new wardrobe for MC that is both stylish and covers up what they’d like to keep hidden. He almost certainly has knowledge of and access to all sorts of skincare products that can help scars heal and fade, if MC would like that.

For every time he has something nice to say about himself, he will say something nice about MC too. In fact, MC will find that Asmo is always offering them spa trips, to come to this or that party, to check out the latest sale at Majolish... If ever they need something to distract them, Asmo is there.

They’ll find little notes in elegant cursive hidden all over their room. Sometimes they’re compliments, or flirty puns related to where the note is. Other times they’re gentle reminders -messages like don’t forget to take your medicine! and stay hydrated for you and your skin! line the bathroom mirror.

One way or another, Asmo won’t let MC forget that even if they don’t feel good about themself, someone else sure does.

Beelzebub

Beel already has a history with losing loved ones, and like Lucifer, panics a bit upon finding MC self-harming. He’ll quickly get rid of whatever it is they’re using to hurt themself, and MC will have a hard time trying to stop him. Expect lots of tears and hugs as he helps them get cleaned up.

He asks MC why they’d ever want to do that to themself. Do they not want to live? Do they think no one would care? Because Beel absolutely cares and very much wants them to live.

MC has now acquired one (1) Self-Care-Maintenance Demon. Beelzebub refuses to let them neglect themself in any way: no skipping meals, no missing schoolwork, no time for downward spirals, Beel will help however he can to keep MC on top of things. Even if it means going hungry for a while, he can’t really eat anything until he’s sure they’re okay.

This isn’t to say that Beel is some sort of drill sergeant, not by any means. If MC is too bogged down to handle something, he’ll either take care of it, or help them find some sort of work around. His goal is to minimize their distress, so they don’t feel like doing that ever again.

He’s not totally naive though: he understands that these things don’t go away in a day. Whenever MC feels the urge to harm themselves, Beel is there: is MC up for a workout? How about popping by Hell’s Kitchen with him? Do they... can he hug them?

Basically, he wants to ease their pain however he can. He’s lost people before, and he refuses to do so again, not if he can help it.

Belphegor

Belphie is no stranger to self-harm, though his is more in the form of neglect. He feels like he doesn’t deserve those things, so why bother? Seeing MC self-harming though... it’s a wake-up call for the Avatar of Sloth. They both can’t keep doing this.

Honestly, the two become a bit of a mess for a while. Belphie wants to help them and make sure they’re okay, so much so that he starts overworking himself without regard for his own wellbeing, which makes MC feel guilty, so they overwork to help him, but this aggravates their symptoms, which upsets Belphie because he’s trying to help and it’s not working! - and they both end up an exhausted, sobbing mess on the floor, cry-yelling at each other to stop being so stubborn and just let me help you!

At that, Belphegor starts laughing. We’re really bad at this... he says with a sardonic smile. If MC is the type, they may start laughing with him.

From there, the two decide to make a pact (no, not that kind): they will work together to both help themselves, and each other. No mutually assured exhaustion, no destructive cycles of overworking, just support and stumbling into becoming functional together.

MC helps keep Belphegor awake during classes, and Belphegor makes sure MC sleeps through the night. They have their meals together. If one of them is feeling down, the other one is there to comfort them. This involves a lot of game nights with Beel, and of course the healing power of naps, Belphie’s version of the fifteen minute rule.

If MC is really struggling, Belphie will take them up to the planetarium and arrange a game: if they can name all the constellations in the sky in 20 minutes, he won’t stop them from getting their lighter/blade/etc. Regardless of how many MC manages to name, he always says they missed some, even if he makes them up.

You forgot Faustus Minor.

You’re making that one up!

Nope. Iblis’ Tunic too. Guess you’re stuck for another 20 minutes of cuddles.

(I hope this is satisfactory!)

[missfluffywriter]

Purple Irises I Mafia Park Jimin x Reader

Authors note: Oh my god I did not expect to people to actually read this. Let alone like it. And I’m so happy you guys liked it! But yesterday I read back on what I had written. And was like, what is this shit. And that was when I realized I sucked at writing second person pov. But I found a way to improve my writing. At least a little but :’) Though it will take longer for me to write chapters, at least they will be better quality. I actually did a lot of research for this chapter. Ngl kinda proud of it Btw still working on that master list. But for now the links are below. Which is like two right now. Thank you for all the support! Happy readings!

Word count: 9k 

Genre: Mafia au, this ones kinda fluffy, kind of suspense not really

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader 

(Series) Summary: You were supposed to be delivering flowers, how did you end up in an operation room digging out a bullet from a mafia boss’ shoulder? 

Purple irises: Royalty and wisdom

Warning: Guns, violence, smoking, 

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You gasped, eyes flying open, awakened by an abrupt pull on your hand. Scrambling backwards, startled from your sleep, you look up, head still in the haze of sleep, sight fuzzy, you freeze. When your eyes meet the muzzle of a gun. Vision trailing upwards to its owner. It was Jimin, on his knees, face contorted in pain. He was cradling his injured shoulder with his good arm, he held the gun with his damaged one. A splotch of red stained the white bandages around his left shoulder.

“Who the hell are you!? And what are you doing here?!” He thundered, eyes twitching from pain. The boom of his voice wakes the other men in the room, they jump startled from their slumber. Jimin growls, clicking the gun’s safety off, more than ready to shoot you where you sat. You open your mouth, hastily trying to respond.

“Hyung! Wiat! She’s not a threat!” Jeonguk cried, stepping in front of you, trying to calm his panicked elder. Jimin’s eyes snapped to the younger male’s, before returning to your form behind Jeongguk.

“What?!” He spat, confusion flooding his pained expression.

“Jimin, Calm down, he’s telling the truth, she's not a threat,” Namjoon interjects, hoping to diffuse the situation before anyone was shot. He eased his way towards the bed from where he had been resting. Careful steps, moving as though approaching a wild animal, at that moment Jimin could be considered just as deadly as one.

“Do you remember anything from yesterday?” He questions, taking calm strides, coming to a stand next to Jeongguk. “Do you remember the surgery?” He asks.

Jimin eyes shift trying to recall any memories from the previous day. He cringed when he remembered the surgery, and the searing pain he of someone digging around his open wound with strange medical instruments. His eyes scanned your face, you did look mildly familiar. He had seen you somewhere... right, in the medical room. He had caught a glimpse when you when you were poking around in his shoulder. The majority of your face had been covered by a mask, but he remembered your eyes.  

“And she has no connections so the Yeong’s?” Jimin asks, still unconvinced of your harmlessness.

“None,” Namjoon assures.

“You know that because?” Jimin raises a brow.

“I ran a background check, and no connections,”

Jimin’s posture relaxes, Namjoon’s intel was nearly never misplaced. He lowered his gun, and fell back onto his bed. Flinching in pain as he did so. You wearily released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, before deeply inhaling and gathering your bearings, you stood.

“The bandages, I need to clean your wound and change your bandages, but you might have reopened your sutures. So I may need to replace them. But we can start you on pain meds after you eat something,” Using the table behind you for support as you stood, still shaky from the encounter. You weren’t too sure if you should’ve said that or not, but the doctor in you couldn’t take the need to attend to the possibly re-opened wound.

“I’ll need clean water, any kind of antibiotic ointment like bacitracin or Neosporin, cotton pads, gauze, and bandages,” You recount your supplies list, voice soft, as your eyes fly within your eye sockets trying to recall if you had missed anything.

“Anything else” Hoseok piped, shuffling past Namjoon and Jeongguk. You shook your head no. “Alright, I’ll go get the stuff,” His lips curved up, giving you a gentle smile before scampering out the door.

“Right then, I’ll have the maids deliver breakfast,” Jin announced, breaking the short quiet that had fallen.Your gaze followed Jin as he booked it. A soft smile tugged at your lips when you caught a glance at his expression. He looked tired but wore a relieved expression.

“You okay, (Y/n)?” You shifted your eyes to meet Jeongguk’s. And smiled to let him know you would be fine. The awkward silence returned, and you fidgeted with your fingers. Until Hoseok burst in through the double doors, supplies in hand. You let out a breath of relief, now you’d have something to do instead of sit there and fidget.

You quietly thanked him and helped him place all the supplies on the edge of the large bed. Your gaze met Jimin’s, “Um May I?”

He nodded, looking away.

“Can you turn around for a bit? It’ll be easier to take off the bandage,” You asked him, pointing to the bandage clip that was holding everything together. He paused, considering whether to turn his back to you or not. It would leave him vulnerable to you, but you were surrounded by his men. If you tried anything, they were there. And so he did, eyeing you before wordlessly facing the other direction.

You could see the contemplation in her eye, he had just froze for a few minutes. You were even thinking of teaching one of them to change his bandages. But turns out you wouldn't have to after all.

“This is gonna hurt,” You gently undo the metal bandage clip, you grab hold of the loose end of the bandage and slowly begin unfurling it. Moving as delicately as possible, you reach over his shoulders, under his right armpit, then over his back, then repeat.

You muttered an apology when Jimin winced as you took the last layer of gauze off. Once the bloodied bandages and gauze were gone, you needed to clean the suture. You breathe out, backing off the bed, you stand. Jimin’s eyes follow you, confusion riddled on his face, as well as on the faces of the other four men in the room.

“Is there a clean towel or washcloth I can use?” You ask, meeting eyes with each men.

“Hyung I’m gonna grab one of your towels,” Jeongguk bolts towards Jimin’s massive closet, not even waiting for an answer. A faint smile made its way onto Jimin’s face as he watched the youngest male. The folds on his forehead fading as his eyes follow his little brother came charging into the room a fluffy white towel in hand.

Delivering the towel to you, Jeongguk rushed into the bathroom, and you hear the water running. Jeongguk is holding a glass bowl, attentively taking slow steps as to not spill the water. He gingerly places the large bowl on the floor next to you.

“Thank you,” You smile widely at the brunette, who returns the smile with one of his own, and oh, it's that bunny smile again. His nose scrunches and he shows off his pearly whites.

“No problem,’’

Namjoon smiles at the interaction, happy to see his usually reserved friend talk  so freely around, essitenially a stranger.     

Dunking the towel into the bowl, you felt the warm water hit your skin. And smiled at the feeling, the temperature was perfect, not hot but not cold either, it was warm. Wringing out the towel, Jimin now sitting as he did before. Jimin hissed in pain, as you tenderly dab the towel before, softly dragging the towel across the sutured wound. Once the blood had been wiped away, you were able to get a clear look at the sutures. The sutures were still in place, good.

“Looks like you don’t need to replace any. Hm, you probably moved too fast,” You muse, opening the tube of bacitracin and squeezing some onto a cotton pad.

“Okay, this is gonna sting,” You warn, eyeing Jimin. He tensed, letting out a breath, nodding, giving you the go ahead.

Gingerly rubbing the ointment on, you mutter apologies as he displays his colorful vocabulary. Once you properly applied the bacitracin, you folded some gauze into a decent sized square placing it on the injury then wrapping gauze around and over his shoulder. Then gently wrapping the bandages like you did the gauze, finish the dressing by clipping the bandage clip on.

“Okay, all done,” The corners of your lips lifted, looking over your handy work. “We’ll have to change your bandages twice a day, so be ready for that,” You laugh as you pick up the water bowl. Which, now that you were looking at it, it seemed more like a decorative bowl than a regular glass bowl. The glass had been carved into, patterns of vines and blooms twisted around the bowl. You grinned, did Jeongguk just bring whatever bowl he found in the bathroom?

“Here I’ll take it,” The male in question offered. You eyed him with a grin. “No, I did not take the flower bowl from huyng’s bathroom.”

“Uh-huh,” You nodded in mock belief. Jeongguk puffed his cheeks, stomping away, then panicked when some of the water in the bowl spilled.

You laughed out loud at the male’s adorable childishness, leaning against the bed on the floor. Hoseok burst into a fit of laughter as the Jeongguk scrunched his face in disdain. The men agreeing with your sentiment, chuckled along. This wasn’t funny, now he had to clean up this mess. But an unknowing smile snuck its way onto Jimin’s lips as he watched you giggle.

Knock Knock Knock

“Ah it must be breakfast,” Namjoon called, voice light from the rueful moment. He opened the door and let two maids in. They wore long black dresses with full sleeves, and a white apron tied around their body. They wore what you would call a traditional maid outfit. And each wheeled in a food trolley, leaving them with Namjoon, who gave them a small smile and a nod. They respectfully bowed and left the room.  

Breakfast had arrived yet still no sign of Jin. Was he not going to eat with you guys? You frowned with an involuntary tilt of your head. Jimin blinked at your actions, you looked…like a puppy. The soft furring of your brows, and lips that tugged downwards. That was...adorable. He snapped his eyes away, realizing he was staring.

Though your frown melted when a figure entered through the double doors. It was Jin! And he had a trolley of his own. However, instead of food, his trolley featured an array of spirited beverages. From margaritas to martinis, what was that red thing in a cocktail glass?

“I brought everyone’s favourites!” Jin announced a wide grin on his face.

This time around, the plates of food hadn’t been placed on the coffee table. You blinked, ah they were eating together, with Jimin.

“Come on, let's eat!” Hoseok bounced, handing you a plate. You smiled gratefully, thanking him for the food. And he gave you such a brilliant smile that would put the sun to shame.

It was an english breakfast; eggs, toast, sassauges, and some colorful vegetables. There were condiments too, butter, jam, and honey.

As everyone grabbed a plate, they each sought a place close to Jimin. Jeongguk sat directly beside him on the right side of bed, Namjoon sat on Jimin’s left with Yoongi in the space in front of Namjoon. Hoseok sat cross legged at the center of the bed. But Jin had yet to sit, he was handing out everyone’s drinks. You sat on the rug, this time next the foot of the bed.

Nothing could stop the smile forming on your lips, it was incredibly endearing watching these men interact. Growing up, you had always enjoyed observing others, not in a creepy way of course. And just watching these men get along and laugh together warmed your heart.

“What are you doing all the way over there? Get over here! We haven’t introduced you Jimin yet!” Jin called in faux anger, waving his hands in a ‘get over here’ motion.

Your eyes widened in surprise, were they inviting you to eat with them? Would they truly invite you in such an intimate moment? And your questions were answered.

“Would you like a written invitation?!” Jin hollered, and you scrambled your way to the group, careful not to drop your food. You sat between Yoongi and Namjoon on the rug, so Jimin could still see you.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what you liked, so I just got you coffee,” Jin handed you your cup, making himself comfortable next to you. And you shook your head.

“No, it's fine. I don’t really drink that much anyway,”

“Sounds to me like someone’s trying to cover up the fact that they’re a light weight,” Yoongi jokes, and the others chuckle with him, but the laughter faded when you refused to meet his eyes, your cheeks slightly flushed.

“Wait, you’re actually a light weight?” Yoongi asked, with a mild look of shock on his face. You turned your body away.

“I was busy studying most of the time, okay? I didn’t have time to go partying,” Jimin smiled, amusement dancing in his honey brown orbs, as you puffed your cheeks grumbling, stuffing eggs into your mouth.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,”Namjoon chuckles at you child like behaviour, before continuing,  “But I believe that we should formally introduce you to Jimin,”

You nodded, “My name is (L/n) (Y/n), but please call me (Y/n), I am twenty-four years old, and an ex-doctor trainee? Current assistant florist,”  You explained everything in one go.

“I apologize for what happened earlier, you startled me, was all. I am Park Jimin, and the head of this group,” he introduced himself, a smile on his lips. Though amusement still plays on his expression.  You nod, going back to your food.

Breakfast somehow seemed rowdier than dinner the day before, with Jeongguk and Jin play fighting. Jeongguk overpowering Jin. Yoongi and Hoseok made small talk, sharing jokes and playful jabs.

By the time breakfast was done, the sun was its highest point, shining brightly. So it was more of a brunch than a breakfast. You crawled to one of the trolleys, placing your ceramic plate on the lower deck. Then standing and stretching, as you did you thought of your pupper, technically she was still a puppy at one years old. You looked at Namjoon a little anxious. Shelty hadn’t been today, she was probably starving by now.

“ Ah yes, we can get your dog today,” Namjoon said, almost reading your mind. “Actually, why don’t you and Guk head out right now?”

Your eyes snapped towards Jeongguk, you gaze pleading. Jeongguk chuckled and crawled off the bed, coming to a stand next to you. “Alright let's go,”

You practically bounced with joy, happy you were going to see your baby again. Sure, it had been less than twenty-four hours since the last time you had seen her, but missed her fluffy cuddles and slobbery kisses.

“We’ll be back!” Jeongguk called heading out the door. You waved at the men still sitting before rushing after the brunette who was already out the door.

“She has a dog?” Jimin questioned, meeting Namjoon’s eyes. Who simply nodded in response. “What kind?”

“You’ll see,” Jin snickers, organizing the dishes on the trolley.

“By god they were rich!”  You thought, flabbergasted, as you stood in the underground parking. The garage had to be as humongous as the mansion above. And cars took up nearly every parking space available. And here you stood, in some section of the garage in front of a SUV that probably costs more than your life. It had a white body and the hood of the car slightly sloped toward the nose end of the car. And Right above the bumper sat a crest of shield with a golden bull you knew this car was a Lamborghini. You didn’t know the model it was, all you knew, all you needed to know was that. It. Was. expensive.

“Come on get in,” Jeongguk says, sliding into the driver's seat. You staggered as you gently pulled on the handle and gingerly sat in the passenger's seat, in all honesty afraid you might scratch the beauty. Jeongguk chuckled catching onto what you were thinking.

“Don’t worry, it’s not gonna break,”

The drive to your apartment was spent with Jeongguk telling you the story of how he learned to drive. It was easy talking to Jeongguk, conversations just flowed smoother than a stream. Topic to topic, story to story, before you knew it you at the gate of your apartment complex.

“Ah, let me open the gate,” you say clicking on the remote to the remote control gate. “I don’t have a car, so you can park in my parking spot. My parking is C3”

Jeongguk nodded, steering the car to the vacant parking space. You giddily unbuckled your seat belt, excited to you girl. A soft smile making its way to his lips at your excitement.

“Come on slowpoke, my apartments on the third floor,” you holler, already half inside the building.

“Coming, coming,” he jogs to catch up to you. He would see your dog now, she was a wild dog. He wondered how big she was.

“There, at the end of the hallway,” you point to the door that read 54. Keys already  in hand you, quickly unlock the door.  

“Shelty! I’m home!” You cheered as you walked in.

The apartment was a studio, it was small, much smaller than that Jeongguk was used to. But it looked cozy, the dim-ish lighting and soft glow brought by the fairy lights that hung on your ceiling. The walls were white, cracks in the plaster here and there. A decent sized window on the left wall,insight blue curtains covered the windows. A fluffy baby blue blanket and a fuzzy puppy blanket on your queen bed. A low umber brown headboard, Jeongguk chuckles to himself, as he counted over twenty pillows on your bed. But, where was your dog? He pondered eyes glancing across the many bookshelves that decorate your walls. All of them filled to the brim with books. Did you like reading? His thoughts wandered, when a shadow moved in the corner of his eye. Jeongguk snaps his head toward the direction of the shadow. He froze, eyes wide.

There stood a jet black wolf, about as tall as his upper thigh, it’s ears barely reaching his hips, with golden amber eyes. The large wolf sauntered over walking past him as you stood.

“Shelty! Oh my good girl, I’m sorry I wasn’t home yesterday,” You bend down massaging her neck, placing kisses on her forehead, nuzzling into her fur. Shelty’s tail swished, from one side to another happy to see you.

Now Jeongguk understood why you insisted on being here yourself, if he had walked in here and was welcomed to the sight of that giant thing bearing its teeth, he would’ve shot it thinking a wolf had broken into your home.

“ You really weren’t kidding, when you said more wolf than dog,” Jeongguk laughs breathless, taking in the sight before him. The majestic wolf—dog stood tall, as its piercing amber eyes scanned him. Before turning back to you for more scratches and love. It seemed awfully gentle, contradictory to its hulking size. Shelty tilts her head, directing your pets to where she wanted.

“Yeah, and you’re still growing, aren’t you my good girl,” You coo at your puppy, kissing it’s forehead again, as it pawed at your arms.

“Come here you can pet her if you want,” You invited him.

“Are you sure about that?” Too late, Shelty was well over half way over to where he stood. Her fur was a luscious jet black, that almost gleamed in the light. She was well taken care of. Her beautiful coat looked far too soft for him to just not touch, and before he knew it his hand was petting her ears. He let out a breathy laugh as he now pet the creature with both hands, now eagerly petting the wolf-dog.

“Why don’t you two hang out for a bit and I’ll grab some clothes,” You smile at Jeongguk as he excitedly pets Shelty, who seems very pleased with all the affection she was receiving.

You along the wall that connected to the bathroom, you had a tall wooden dresser with six drawers. Grabbing the large backpack that sat beside the drawer, your eyes roaming the six open drawers, mentaly choosing the clothing you would take with you. Baggy clothes? Baggy clothes, you nod to yourself, grabbing as many sweatshirts and oversized hoodies you could, leaving some room for a couple pairs of jeans, leggings, and sweatpants, while tossing in as many pairs of bras and underwear as you could fit. Assuming you wouldn’t be going shopping anytime soon.  

Satisfied with your packing skills, you set the backpack aside, you turn to grab another bag and pack all of Shelty’s favourite toys. You search around the floor for her toys, placing her tennis balls, tug of war rope, frisbee, and her pink stuffed owl into .inform Jeongguk that Shelty still hadn’t had breakfast yet.

“You ready to go?” He asked, still petting the wolf-dog.

“Ah, about that, I still need to feed Shelty,” Hearing her name, Shelty strolls her way to you, brushing against your left leg, she rounds back behind you, nudging you right thigh with her head.

“Why don’t you do that at the mansion? What does you give her,” You blink, at the mansion?

“Shelty’s in a raw meat with some veggies diet, but I’d like to feed her as soon as possible,” You answered, brows scrunching slightly. Sure, she had a whole chicken yesterday, but that was yesterday.

“That’s perfect, we have lots of raw meats, there’ll be a variety to choose from at home. And they’re all premium grade too! Plus I bet Shelty’ll love the backyard” Your head tilted unconsciously, still yet unconvinced. “Besides, I don’t think the hyungs would like us staying out for too long,”

You relented with a sigh, how could you say refuse those doe eyes, especially when paired with that bunny smile. “Alright, let me grab her pre-cut meals, I’ll give her an antler to tide her over for now. Then when we get back we can give her, her actual meal”

You could practically see his eternal victory dance, as he bounced on his feet. You walked past him into the small kitchen space, pulling out a large reusable bag that you usually used for while shopping for groceries. Opening the freezer portion relatively small silver fridge, you place her pre-cut meats then the veggies into the bag, once everything is set, you turn to Jeongguk informing you were ready to go.

“Alright! Let's head out,” He cheered, pumping his fists into the air. You reach to pick up the well packed backpack, staggering from the weight as you did. Jeongguk snorted at your gratefulness, then taking the backpack from you, effortlessly slinging it over a shoulder. Then proceeding to smirk at you. Curse biology and your non-existent upper body strength.

“Tell me something,” You said, staring nowhere in particular. “With how everything’s going, I’m assuming I’m moving in with you guys, right?”

“Right,”

“What about this place? What am I gonna do with all this stuff? My job?”

“You should ask Jimin hyung about your job and stuff, but we can have all your stuff moved into a room if you’d like,” Jeongguk replied, thoughtfully observing your expressionless face, he didn’t realize he had tensed until he relaxed when he saw you melt into a smile.

“I’d like, if you could… could you please?” You asked ruefully.

“Of course,” Jeongguk smiled widely.

“Shelty, come, let's go for a walk, forever,” You laughed, as the wolf-dog trotted over to you. “Sit,” You commanded, and she sat obediently as you placed her lavender slip on leash, which seemed to drown in all that fur.

“Wait, she can do tricks?!”Jeongguk gasped, amazement in his eyes. You giggled a ‘yeah’ before grabbing the bag with Shelty’s toys, the bag with her food already in hand.

You were just about out the door when you noticed Jeongguk intently staring at a wall.

“Not taking those?” He questioned, pointing to your framed diploma that hung on the wall.

“I probably should, shouldn’t I? I did work my but off for that” You smiled, padding over to where it hung and took it off the wall.

“Alright, now, let's actually go,” Jeongguk uger you out the door, locking it behind him.

“Oh my good girl I can’t wait to show you your new home!” You giggle as he coos at Shelty, who was comfortably seated on the back seat of Jeongguk’s SUV.

Unfortunately Shelty did not get an antler on the way to the mansion. You were afraid the drive there would be too bumpy for her to safely have an antler, besides the drive was short, you’d just end up taking it away soon after giving it to her. Shelty, unaware she was supposed to receive an antler was happily enjoying the ride. Jeongguk had rolled a window down for her to lean out of. Which she seemed to have loved, her tongue lolling out, a smile on her face.  

Just as Jeongguk pulled up to the front gate, you were stopped by two security guards. As one of them approached the car, Jeongguk rolled his window down and nodded at the guard, who bowed to him then returned to his post. Before the large iron gate swung open. Anyone could see the twinkle in Shelty’s eyes as the SUV strolled through front lawns. You turned your head to Jeongguk and shared a laugh when you both saw the stars in the amber orbs or your adorable puppy.  

Jeongguk parked the suv in front of the house, where you had parked the delivery van the previous day. Your eyes look at Jeongguk in silent question.

“See the dude coming here?” With a tilt of his head directed your eyes to the man walking to you. “He’ll take the it from,”  

Humming at the answer you undo your seatbelt, and step out of the SUV. Then opened the door for Shelty, who excitedly jumped onto the ground, taking in her new surroundings. You called for her attention then held out your palm and closed it into a fist. The jet black, wolf-dog obliged, coming to a heel around your right foot.

“She can heel too!” An excited voice exclaimed, Jeongguk had made his way to you around the back of the SUV, getting your bags while on route.

“Aw, I was gonna help,” Pout formed on your lips, to which the brunette replied with a chuckle. “Here let me help,” Reaching out your arm, you step towards him, Shelty on you heel.

“‘Sfine, just make sure to have her leash on hand, just cuz I know she’s well behaved doesn’t mean others do,” He said, ignoring your hand and strolling towards the double doors. You exhale loudly, bending down and picking up the end of Shelty’s leash.

“Come on already!” An impatient Jeongguk bellows, half way through the door.

“Aish,” You breath jogging up the steps and into the house, a midnight black wolf-dog, half the size of Jeongguk in tow.

People seemed to have been productive while the both of you were gone. The furniture had been replaced, the same design and color just these didn’t have bullet holes. How did they do that so quickly? You pondered as your eyes roamed the newly refurbished room, finally taking in the appearance of the space.There were still holes in the walls but everything else had been replaced.  

There was a floor to ceiling window that you would see right as you walked in, the short hallway to the living room was a little narrow, but the actual living space was huge. The walls were white with a tint of blue, large paintings of different landscapes hung from the walls. Two L-shaped sofa sets were in the center of the room, decently spaced, with two armchairs on one end of the sofa. A large tan fuzzy rug underneath the sofa sets. Vases in corners of rooms, each providing splashes of color.

“Jin hyung! Hoseok hyung! We got (Y/n)’s dog!” Jeongguk announces, his voice reverberating through out the house.  

“What the hell are you yelling for braAHH!” Jin jumped when his eyes landed on the large amber eyed wolf.

“What happened?!What's wrong?!” Just as Jin retreated, Hoseok rushed into the room, entering from the west wing hallway. “Holy shit!” He exclaims seeing, to him a jet black wolf, in the middle of the living room.

When he bounces a step back, pulls out his gun. Jin following Hoseok’s action, pulled out his own gun, you wave your arms trying to explain that the wolf was actually your dog. However, your voice drowns over Jin and Hoseok yelling for you and Jeongguk to get away from ‘that thing’.

Startled by their abrupt movements, Shelty protectively steps in front of you. Taking a defensive stance, ears low and out to the side, teeth bared and a wrinkled snout. She let out a threatening snarl. ‘Aish what a mess,’ you think looking at the two hollering men and then there was Jeongguk, who seems to be enjoying the chaos.

“STOP YELLING,” Jin and Hoseok quiet staring at you, “This is my Shelty, my dog”

Both men let out a soft ‘oh’ before lowering their weapons, tucking them back into their holsters. Their shoulders relaxing, still on guard, but no longer holding lethal weapons at your baby.

“Wow, you weren’t joking around when you said more wolf than dog,” Jin gulps, somehow managing a smile.

The men may have settled down, but your puppy’s body language was still communicating aggression. So you folded you left foot behind your right, giving her a soft nudge with the heel of your foot. Not to hurt her, just to redirect her from her aggression.

Shelty’s head snapped upwards and looked up to you, licking her nose, her aggression fades into a more neutral standing. You smile at her behaviour, making a note to give her a whole chicken again for being such a good girl, even though she was in a place she's never been before.

“What was all that yelling about?” A voice booms from above, you tilt your head to the speaker. Jimin stood on the second floor, expression holding a hint of annoyance. Namjoon and Yoongi on either side of him. He wore a cream sweatshirt that was paired with gray sweatpants. That guy looked good in everything didn’t he?

His eyes met with each of the men, then you as he descended the winding staircase. But his eyes widened when his honey orbs landed on Shelty.

Just as he steps down the last stair, raising a brow, he question, “Anyone care to explain why there's a fucking wolf in the middle of my living room?”

“Jimin hyung! That’s (Y/n) dogs!” Jeongguk exclaims happily, coming to pet said wolf. Jimin blinks at the wolf, then at you, his gaze communicating a silent ‘really?’.

“This is Shelty, she's part german shepherd, part wolf, though as you can see she’s more wolf than dog,” You sheepishly chuckle, you hand rubbing the back of your head. “You can actually pet her if you want, she just started earlier.”

“And she can do tricks, (Y/n) show them,” Jeongguk pipes in, his eyes sparkling at the idea of your wolf-dog being capable of tricks. You look to Jimin, almost asking for permission, since he was the boss. When he gives an amused smile and a nod, you oblige to Jeongguk's request.

Jeongguk had set your bags down near the sofa closest to the floor to ceiling window. You search the bag with Shelty’s prepped meals for her homemade treats. Earlier that week you had baked her sweet potato chips. You brought out the bag with the treat and a clicker, which instanously got Shelty's attention.

Deciding to show off your baby you hold two fingers out then wave them in a downwards motion. Shelty, recognizing the command, sat. a clicking noise was made and you gave her a chip. That she downed in less than three seconds. Then you open your palm and close it into a fist, your intelligent pupper understanding your command walks towards you and comes to a stand a little behind you right foot. Clicking the metal clicker again you gave her another chip.

“Shelty, up,’’ You say and she stands on her hind legs, you move back a few steps calling her to you. She staggers as she does and you catch her paws before she drops them, placing her front paws on your shoulder. You pet her body, clicking the clicker then giving her another chip. The six men looked in awe, not particularly at the trick but her height, when standing on back two legs, she was about as tall as you.

Now it’s time for the finale, your favourite trick and the one you were most proud of. Facing your open palm at her, you give her a stay command, then you take a good four steps back.

“Bang,” You call, and Shelty fall to the floor as she ‘dies’. You hear gasps and ‘wow’s resound from the men as you quickly pressed the clicker bolting to her giving her her treat.  You felt like a proud mama as the men in the room praised her.

“Wow, (Y/n) that’s so cool, she knows bang!” Hoseok cheers in excitement. “Can I, can I pet her?” he asks, a little hesitant from the incident before.

“Of course,” You smile, “Go on they want to give you pets. You love those,” cooing at the wolf-dog you gesture to the men. Sheltie lazily stood then padded her way over to the men. Hoseok tentatively ran his hand through Shelty’s fur, a sunny smile forming on his lips. As it does, the other men also seemed interested in petting her. Hell, even Jimin had a sparkle in his eyes.

You stood to the side as the men showered your puppy in attention. Who seemed to be drinking all the praise and affection. How cute, someone looking at them now

Jimin chuckles, looking over his brothers fawning over the wolf-dog. It had been a while since he had seen everyone smile and laugh together. This was… nice. But how long would this last? He sighs, breaking from the group over to where you stood.

“(Y/n), I’d like to talk to you,” Your head snaps to find Jimin's eyes, now serious again. “Come, sit,” He gestures to the spot across from  him.

“Yes?” You gingerly sat where he had directed you to.

“I’m not gonna lie, it would be easier to just kill you be done with it,” He admits, eyes serious. You froze where you sat, a jittery feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. But they let you bring Shelty, didn’t that mean you got to live? Shelty alerts on your nervous energy, ears standing straight up, she trots over to you, placing her head on your lap.

At her actions the men caught on to the situation. They give each other a look before taking their seat around Jimin. The air in the room grew tenser at the silence.

Shelty whined, nudging her nose into your stomach, trying to comfort you. A soft smile tugging onto your lips as you per head. At least you knew she would be well taken care of, you knew Jeongguk had fallen in love with her. If anything would happen to you, you were sure he would take care of your baby.

“Why would I let you live when killing you would be so much easier?” He says tracing the small scars on his hands. You gulp at his words. “At the moment you contribute nothing, just another hassle to look after.”

“I guess you’re right,” You hum, watching Shelty nuzzle into your touch.

“So, I offer you a job,” His honey brown eyes stare into yours, “Work for me.”

“Excuse me,” You blink, confusion forcing an involuntary head tilt.

“Become a doctor for us. We’ve all seen you work, you’re good at what you do. You work for us, and everything else will be taken care of, your safety, living arrangements, dog, and the pay isn’t too bad,”Jimin nods at Yoongi’s explanation.  

“Do you not have a doctor or like a medic or something?” You ask, confusion muddling your thoughts.

“Oh we do, we have a doctor, yes, but as you can see he doesn’t live with us. And has to be brought anytime there is an injury. Besides, we saw how useful it can be to have a doctor close by.” Yoongi continued

“On top of having living arrangements and pay, you’ll only be looking after the seven of us. Not a bad deal if I don’t say so myself. So how about it?” Jimin concludes, a coy smile on his plump lips.

You sigh, deeply exhaling, “Do I have a choice?”

“Not particularly no,” Jeongguk speaks up showing off bunny smile. You return his gesture, but could you do it? Could you be responsible for another's life again? Could you become a doctor for them?

There was a reason as to why you were an assistant florist instead of a doctor. You bit your lower lip, fidgeting with your finger nails, eyes downcast. The darkness from you past coming to life once more. Your anxiety and self-doubt resurfacing, slowly swallowing you into their depths. Until you felt something warm and wet brush against your cheek.

Shelty whined again, reflecting your nervous energy. A fond smile found its home on your lips. And you knew your answer. Sure, it was true Shelty would be taken care of even if something had happened to you. But… you didn’t want to leave the creature that had in your darkest times brought light into your life. You wanted to stay by her side, just as she had always been by yours.

Jimin watched as the turmoil that had once inhabited your face, faded and transformed into something else. He couldn’t quite recognize the expression on your face. It wasn’t happiness, it wasn’t the darkness from before, but it wasn’t sadness either. More like wistful acceptance.

He sighed, “I suppose you could have some time to think about it,”

“No, it's fine. I’m sorry, I just spaced out. I’ll take the job,” You shake your head, apologizing.

His lips tugged upwards, pleased with your answer. “Alright then, we’ll have all your belongings moved to your new room” Jimin says.

“By the way, shouldn’t you be in bed?” You questioned, a mischievous smile playing at your lips.

“Oh? Seems like the doc’s already on duty,” Jeongguk snorts, pushing himself off the back of the sofa, where he been standing.

“No rest for the wicked as they say,” Jimin sighs. And you chortle, agreeing.

“True, very ture,”

“I’m back!” A tall figure bursts through the front door, cheerfully announcing his arrival. A small suitcase in tow. He had chestnut brown hair and symmetrical features. He held a gray blazer, and wore matching gray slacks. A slightly wrinkled dress shirt, and a navy blue stripped tie with a silver tie pin completed his look.

“We have a guest?” He questions, giving his coat and suitcase to the maid that had seemingly appeared out of thin air. Who disappeared into the west wing hallway just as fast as she appeared.

“Meet (Y/n), our new personal doctor,” Jeongguk introduced you, as you gave him smile.

“Wow, I’m gone for one day and now we have an in house doctor,” He chuckles.  

“Welcome back, how was the flight?” Jin asked, from his seat.  

“It was only like an hour thirty minute flight,” He coasted over to the group, plopping down on the sofa the group sat at.

“ Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you (Y/n),” Taehyung reached out for a handshake, which you reciprocate.

“(L/n) (Y/n), nice to meet you too, though Jeongguk kind of already introduced me,” You chuckle.

“So, how was one of the biggest cities like?” The youngest male inquired, petting Shelty, who had made her way over to the men for wanting more attention and affection.  

“It was good,” He gave a short reply.

“How was the beach? It should have been a sunny day in Tianjin. Were the waves really big? honestly I’ve never surfed before,” You questioned absentmindedly, trying to make small talk. A silence fell upon the room and realized, eyes widening as you did… He hadn’t talked about the beach yet. The other men looked at each other, how had you known that Taehyung was in Tianjin?

“How did… how did you know?” He sat a little straighter, now on alert.

This was a skill that developed over time as a result of observing others. Originally, you had planned to use your power of observation to help you become a better doctor. But it had its side effects. Ah great, this didn’t always happen. You had made a habit of thinking before you spoke, but on occasion, your mouth moves faster than your brain.

“I said ,how did you know?” Taehyung asked again, voice firm.

“Ah sorry, it's just a thing that happens,” The tall chestnut haired male stared at you unsatisfied with your answer. You sighed, “Your watch, its an hour delayed an hour”

“And? You couldn’t have known I went to Tianjin just because my watch is set back an hour, for all you knew I could’ve been in Japan and how did you know about the beach?” Taehyung remarked.

You shook your head, “There isn’t a time difference between Japan and South Korea,”

“Tianjin, how did you know I was in Tianjin? I could have been in Beijing.”

“Jeongguk said “big city”, so it narrowed it down to major cities. Then you said it yourself, your flight duration was an hour thirty minutes. Major cities along the seashore any further have either longer or  shorter flight durations. And Flights to Beijing are an hour forty minutes to two hours. Besides, Beijing is landlocked, there are no beaches, and you can’t surf in a swimming pool,”

“How did you know I went surfing?’’ His voice breathy. Disbelief swimming in his eyes.

“Your hand, neck and face are tanned, but there's no tan past your wrists. Your shirt was loose so I saw the skin past your neck was paler than your neck or face. And that’s because you wore a wetsuit, the sea that meets the chinese coast is cold. So surfers usually wear those because it traps a thin layer of water between you and your suit. Your body heat actually warms that water and the suit traps in the heat to keep you warm. That's… how I knew,” You finish, rubbing the back of your head, a small smile on your lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean creep you out or anything, I was just trying to make conversation and it just slipped.”

The silence that had fallen earlier still remained in the room. Chuckling sheepishly you looked at the men in front of you. Shock, utter and absolute shock was written on their faces. They looked flabbergasted at your explanation. Had you really deduced all that with a few observations?

“How do you know all that?” Jeongguk he asks flabbergasted.

“I read a lot,” You sheepishly smiled at the younger male.

Jimin grinned, perhaps there was another use for you than only a doctor. Seemed like that little habit of yours would come in very useful in the near future. And by the looks of it Namjoon and Yoongi had come to the same conclusion he had.

“Everyone, meeting room looks like we have a lot to talk about,” Jimin announced, standing up and heading towards the staircase. Namjoon on his heel as the other followed after.

“I still need to feed Shelty, so I guess I’ll just wait for you guys here.” You surmised, as your gaze shifts to the wolf-dog comfortably laying on the fluffy rug.

“No, you’re going with us, you can bring her with us and feed her in the meeting room” Jimin declared from where he stood. He called the wolf-dog over. Who happily bounds over him. ‘When did they become best friends?’ You sigh relenting. Digging into Shelty's bag and her food bag, you pulled out her food bowl, a ziplock bag of pre-sliced meats, at this point the chicken and beef had thawed, then reached for a bag of veggies.

“Alright let's go,” You voiced, gesturing them to lead the way. You trailed after them, up the winding steps, down a familiar hallway. The OR was the first door on the left, they walked past it. Two doors down, they stopped at a large door, the door looked like any other in the house, only this one was wider, had a fingerprint reader and a keypad on the side. Jimin unlocked the door, it opened outwards. And inside wasn’t a room, it was another, but it was an elevator door.

The elevator opened and the men stepped in, you followed after them, Shelty on your tail. The interior of the elevator was similar to the ones you would see in a mall, as a matter of fact it was identical. There was a buzz and you felt the elevator descend, you were going down, but why? Were you not just on the first floor. Unless… eyes widening in realization, you were going underground.  

Jimin eyed you as you had your epiphany, ‘Smart girl,’ He thought as a smile ghosted his lips.

The elevator doors opened, and you were welcomed into a large room surrounded with gray concrete walls. The room was more of a concrete box than a room. Ultramarine, velvet armchairs formed a semi-circle, facing away from the elevator. You counted ten armchairs total each accompanied by a small mahogany round table. Each table held an astray.  

Unsure of where you were supposed to sit, you stood at the shifting your weight from one foot to another. Until Jimin gestured to you to sit next to him, on his left. Once in your seat, you immediately began unbagging Shelty’s meal, transferring the meats and vegetables into her bowl.

“Shelty, sit,” You commanded, holding her bowl in your right hand. And the wolf-dog eagerly obliged, excited to finally have a proper meal. You gave her a stay command as you placed the bowl on the floor.

“Alright,” You say and she’s in that bowl moving faster than lightning.

“First order of business, Taehyung, how did the trip go?” Namjoon began the meeting.

“After a little talk the Shen’s were more than happy to forget the little incident, as a matter of fact, they even wanted to make a deal with us,” Taehyung smirked pulling out a brown leather case from his front pocket. It was a cigar case. He cut the end of the cigar, then lit the other end before inhaling the smoke. He holds up the leather case offering a brown cigar to the others. Yoongi and Namjoon both accept one. ‘Boujee’ You silently chuckled at your own thoughts.

“Oh? What do they want?” Yoongi says exhaling a puff of smoke.

“A thousand units of Taurus PT24/7 and five thousand units of 9x19 parabellum cartridges to go with it,” Taehyung reports, proud of his accomplishments.

“How much are they paying?” Jeongguk asks, legs crossed, leaning his head on his palm.

“The usual,” Taehyung chirps.

Jimin nods his head in approval, his gaze shifting to Namjoon, giving him the go ahead to move to the next matter.

“Alright next is yesterday's incident,” Namjoon continues,  

Jimin let out a deep sigh, focusing his attention on Namjoon, “Report,” He calls.

“It seemed like they tried overwhelming us with sheer numbers, killing off all of us in one go. Which is strange because usually they’re incredibly cautious, they’ve never been as reckless as they were yesterday. I did take into consideration that they might have used the attack as a cover for something else. So I had the mansion thoroughly searched for anything suspicious. When it comes to damage, aside from the wreck in the living room, there were no casualties on either side, most of them escaped, the ones that didn’t are being kept in the holding cells. We began questioning yesterday, but none of them talked, and at this point I don’t think any of them will.” Namjoon gave a detailed analysis of the situation. 

He truly was adept at what he did, but something seemed off, if they seriously intended to kill them all in one go, why not use a bomb? Why not plant a bomb somewhere while still under the ruse of a peace talk, walk out of the house then detonate the bomb? Something wasn’t right.

“And guess how that plan turned out?” Jeongguk scoffed, switching his crossed leg.

While deep in thought your eyebrows knitted, you rubbed your lower lip with your index finger. Jimin eyed you taking in your disdain that made its way onto your face. And he realized, though he did not know what, he knew that you had caught onto something.

“Tell me (Y/n), what do you make of the situation?” Jimin urged you to speak. Snapping from your thoughts, you looked at them. Raising your index finger to point at yourself, asking a silent ‘me?’ Jimin nodded prompting you to speak.

“Honestly, I think we’re missing something here. Killing you all off at once? I guess that would be one way to look at it, but something doesn’t seem right. If they had really wanted to kill you guys why not plant a bomb? They could have pretended to leave you present or something, safely left the premises then blow the place up sky-high.That plan would have been much more efficient, and has significantly higher rates of success than that thoughtlessly put together attack, Or hiring highly skilled fighters or assassins, that would have given them much a better chances of success ” Rambling out your thoughts as they came to mind.

“I mean maybe they just didn’t think this through?” Hoseok, adds.

“Highly unlikely. No, we’re missing pieces of the bigger picture. Especially knowing for a fact that something like they had never been so reckless. Of the men that were there yesterday, were any of them strong? Did any of them stand out? And why wasn’t the boss of the other gang there for the peace talks,” You asked them still trying to piece together the incomplete puzzle.

“None of them particularly stood out, their fighting style was clumsy, and honestly the only reason they did any damage was because they had guns,” Hoseok inputs thoughtfully. Jeongguk agreeing with him.

“Like a fisherman who just cast out a net and now waits for fishes to tangle themselve,” You nibbled your bottom lip. 

 “What kind of analogy is that?” Yoongi remarked, not understanding the meaning of you words. 

“Kind of like a trap you mean. But how? How can a failed attack somehow become a trap?” Jin alluded the situation, yet he still did not see how this attack could translated into a trap. 

“The best traps are the ones you can’t see,” Taehyung adds following you train of thought.  

Jimin hums processing your words, you were right, something didn’t feel right here. The entirety of the attack didn’t feel right. Could this have been a sign, perhaps a warning for the events to come? Jimin chewed his lips, not liking the prospect of being left in the unknown.

“But I still don’t understand why the boss of the other group wouldn’t attend a truce meeting,” Your frown deepens.

“Yeong Cheol Meong, he’s the boss of the group, was apparently out of the country but wanted to sign a一 well I wouldn’t say a peace treaty, it's more of a cease fire contract,” Yoongi explains and you hum, catching on.

“What should I do with the captured men?” Namjoon asks Jimin. Who lets out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Have any of them talked?” Namjoon shakes his head, no. “Will they talk?”

“Unlikely, they were tight lipped even after over four hours of questioning, We tried everything from pain to bribery, they refused to talk,” Namjoon reports, shifting in seat. You alert when you hear his words… They wouldn’t talk? Even refusing bribery? There aren’t very many things that keep someone as tight lipped as these people were.

“Then get rid of them,” Jimin waves his hand dismissively, and you couldn’t control the noise of disapproval that left your lips.

Jimin raised an eyebrow in question, “What?”

“Don’t like the idea of killing people? Well I guess that’s to be expected from a doctor,” Yoongi scoffs softly.

“It’s just… nothing, nevermind I’m sorry” You apologize, feeling as though you had overstepped your bounds. You were just their doctor, it wasn’t your place to influence decisions. Besides, you didn’t they’re way of working, there were things they knew did and you didn’t. So the decision they made were best for the situation 

“No, no, continue,” Jimin interjects, insisting you speak up.

“It’s just, I  think they’re more useful alive than dead,” You hesitate, still unsure of what to do. 

“Oh?” Jimin implors you to go on. 

“Namjoon… can you um.. can you get information on those prisoners? Anything and everything,” You request, turning to face the tall man that sat to the right of Jimin.

“Can he get information? My girl, I’ll have you know, we’ve got  the most extensive and the most reliable information network in all of South Korea,’ Taehyung exclaims with a loud laugh.

“What are you planning?”Jimin's mouth twitched upwards, sensing a plan.

“I think it’s time we cast a net of our own,” You answer. The smile across your lips sly as a fox.  

~

Staring into the azure-blue sky, Taehyung leaned against his expensive orange and black sports car, puffing out a cloud smoke. ‘Just who the hell is that girl? Did she really come up all that right then and there?’ He tossed his nearly burnt out cigar on the ground before crushing it with his feet. First those incredible deductions, and now this plan. Just who were you exactly? And were you truly capable of. ‘Man, I barely come home and already being put to work,’

He pivots on his right foot, facing his black and orange sports car. He reaches for his car door, when he feels a sharp stabbing pain on the side of his neck. In a futile attempt he tries to struggle against the hands that were grapling him before his world goes black.  

[sohin-ace]

Jojo Drabble - Jotaro (Pride Month Special)

It's the end of Pride Month, and I haven't seen a single, not a single post about Aro/Aces...

I'm not really surprised. At all.

I'm linking some interesting videos and websites to help you understand this sexual orientation.

Asexuality: The invisible Orientation by Hippie Calico

I spent a day with Asexuals by Anthony Padilla

Asexuality by David Jay

Asexuality.org (available in 16 languages)

R/aaaacccccce on Reddit

R/asexuality on Reddit

(Both subreddits are very cute and full of funny memes and good positivity 💜🖤)

In regards to the visibility of this marginal and forgotten sexuality, I'll be making a drabble about it. With the only openly Aro/Ace character of Jojo that I know of.

※ Jojo Scenario • Jotaro - Ace to Ace

You opened the heavy metallic door leading to the rooftop, the loud clank and dry screech making you cringe. Hopefully the sound wouldn't alert the teachers or the class reps. After all, nobody was allowed on the roof. Especially during class hours.

You walked around, searching for a certain someone and, surely enough, the boy in question was there, just where you expected him to be.

"Man, you sure love to ditch, don't you?"

You chuckled and the male didn't even spare you a glance, his hat effectively shielding his face from the Spring sun as he laid leisurely on the floor, his arms pillowing his head.

"I could say the same to you."

Well, he wasn't wrong, you thought to yourself, but you would never admit it out loud and possibly give this smug man reason.

You slowly and carefully sat down next to him, groaning slightly at the painful difficulty of the usually simple task.

Jotaro perked up slightly at your discomfort, making sure you were alright. Thankfully you seemed alright and he relaxed.

"Yare yare daze, you shouldn't have come. You're still recovering, why are you walking flights of stairs now?"

That's right. You were still under medication and strict medical supervision for your quite severe stomach wounds. And you still weren't used to your prosthetic leg just yet.

It was purely a miracle that you managed to survive that fight against Dio, and you never ever took a second of your life for granted after that, thinking of the friends who didn't have the same chance as you, lost forever during that battle.

You looked down at your uniform skirt. You couldn't think about that now. You had to lift up the mood for Jotaro, and for them.

"Hey, I'm fine." You dismissed with a smile, "It doesn't even hurt that much anymore, it's been a while now." You reassured and he only mumbled his catchphrase again, laying back down.

You two kept each other company in comfortable silence. Despite everything, Jotaro was still taciturn and you were much calmer after all that happened the past few months.

It was already the end of the school year and your thoughts drifted to the future that awaited you, and what it had to possibly offer.

"Say, Jotaro..." You softly grasped his attention and he only hummed in response. "What do you think will happen next? After we graduate, I mean..."

"Hmm?" He opened a curious blue eye at you." ...Go to college or get a job. Or both. What else do you want to do?"

"Ah well..." You paused and thought of your next words. "I don't want to but... Guess I'll have to get married and stuff eventually... Have kids, cook for my husband, things like that you know..."

Jotaro clicked his tongue and scoffed at the disgusting idea. "...Bullshit."

"I know..." You sighed and looked back down at the male, only to see him stare at the now more covered sky, his usual glare softer on his face. You knew what he was thinking.

"Jotaro..." You called and he looked at you. "You're the same as me... Right?"

He didn't say anything, but his eyes spoke answers for him. You may not have known him for very long, but the adventures and experiences you lived with him were worth much more than years of friendship.

He huffed and closed his eyes. "Yare yare daze... Why are you talking about depressing things, now?"

"I mean... Can you blame me for being worried? I know you feel the exact same, Jotaro." You brought your knees up to your chest and stared ahead. "You'll have to get through the same thing at one point too... That's... What we're expected to do, after all... Whether we like it or not."

He hated to admit it, but you were right. What was the place in society for two outsiders with not interests in romantic or sexual relationships?

What were Aromantics and Asexuals besides loners, straight people craving attention and finding poor excuses for their lack of charisma?

Especially when everybody well knew that the only way to succeed in life, was to share it with a significant other and keep the bloodline going forever.

...Or was it really?

All these thoughts, your obligations as members of the patriarchal modern society, the implications behind all of it, the consequences, the fate you two would be doomed in. All of these were so painful. A lifelong struggle.

He was aware that he'd have to complete his other half of his life, achieve the ultimate life goals of getting married to a beautiful little wife and have cute little children running around the house and all that jazz.

But that's not how Jotaro Kujo had ever imagined his life would be like.

He had his own dreams, his own comforts. Being alone was good. So good. But he had no choice, he'd have to satisfy society's expectations. He'd have to make his mother proud and granting her the little grandchildren she always wished to have.

Jotaro looked back at your metallic leg. After all you've been through, after all he's lost to save his mother, pleasing her and making her happy was the least he could do to honor your sacrifices and the deaths of his loved ones.

But what could he do? Force himself? A man couldnt force himself to develop feelings, he could only pretend. But what good would that do him?

He'd have to, eventually. He couldn't help but think back at you. You were all the same. And you two would be judged for life for not following suit and do like everyone else, like little sheeps.

Was it so wrong to not want to be with a special someone? To not get attached or attracted? Why was it so weird? Why was it unacceptable? Who deemed it necessary, to get stuck into marriage just for the sake of being married?

And man, his thoughts rathered to drift to sex either, that's really the last straw and if possible, he'd love to shut everybody up about it. Shut up everybody who only validated a man's worth by his primal urge to knock a woman up.

You seemed to be the only one he could actually talk about this with, since people would just tell you the usual 'You're gay!' or 'You haven't found the one yet!'.

Just like telling a depressed person to 'cheer up'. Bullshit excuses of people who couldn't accept that mindsets and sexualities differ with each human being.

What were the two of you supposed to do? You were stuck, cornered.

He was a stone that knew nothing about affection, and he already pitied the unlucky woman who'd get to him.

And you were just as bad of a stone. He felt bad for you, for having to have to lay down and take it without batting an eye just to satisfy the needs of the greedy bastard that'd snatch you away.

"... We'll figure it out, Y/N. We've dealt with much worse to worry about things like that."

"That's true but... I don't know. It's hard to imagine a family life. I like chilling on my own. And I'm still too sad about them to be lovey-dovey."

He scoffed, hitting your back playfully. "So what? Let two hopeless rocks with crippling depression be themselves. Sounds like a plan."

"Now, hear yourself talking about depressing things!" You chuckled and pointed out accusingly at him, stealing his precious hat and putting it on your own head.

He sat up with an exhausted sigh and roughly pulled his hat down your eyes, as his own little revenge, gratified by a small 'Ow!' of response from your end.

He let out a ghost of a smile as you were blinded by his hat, thankful that you couldn't see him even though he knew you'd never tease him for being more expressive.

"Ow, that actually hurt, Jojo, you bastard!"

"Let's go." He stood up before stretching his huge hand out to you, making sure to be careful with your injuries as he pulled you up to your feet with surprising gentleness.

Before you could reach your classroom, you grabbed your friend's arm, prompting him to stop walking in the empty hallways.

"But really, Jojo... Wherever you are, and if you have been pushed into a life that unsatisfies you in the future... think about me, okay? You know that somewhere, I'll be the exact same... You're not alone."

He couldn't help but soften his gaze just slightly. You were a thoughtful person, that wasn't a secret. You already had proven yourself to be compassionate multiple times during your crusade, and you kept on.

You made him realise that he was normal and it was okay to not feel anything. You two could only rely on each other now, and it sure didn't matter to him what people say.

Oh of course he'd heard his classmates gush about how cute you two were and how uncharacteristically sweet he was towards you ever since you came back from your trip.

Because the infamous Jotaro Kujo wouldn't just have a soft spot for just anyone, right? Nobody would believe that he became so gentle just because you were injured, there must be something more, right?

No. Absolutely not. And screw society for fogging people' small brains into thinking that there's an afterthought or innuendo behind every male-female, or even same sex platonic relationships.

He knew well that it made you as uncomfortable as him, but you always brushed it off and let the people talk. Let them believe whatever they wanted.

He never wanted to think too much about it, but he couldn't help but worry as well sometimes. That was the kind of things that pissed him off.

It pissed him off so bad. If it wasn't for you he would have crushed so many skulls already. That would teach some people to shut the fuck up.

"What are you thinking about, Jotaro?"

He blinked, humming questioningly at you as you had taken him out of his transe.

"You just called Star Platinum." You said as you grabbed the Stand's big hand, shaking it around as if to greet him, to which he responded with a whispery 'Ora'.

He sighed heavily, calling his Stand back. "Nothing... Nothing at all."

You chuckled a bit. You've learned to read him quite well overtime. A skill only his mother and Kakyoin had mastered. "I'm worried too, Jojo. Hopefully it will be okay... For us."

You patted his back reassuringly and he smiled.

Wasn't that kind of love enough? Love without obligation, without commitment. Without the consequences. Without gender norms, without standards. Just people caring for each other. Wasn't friendship, camaraderie, sisterhood and brotherhood beautiful enough?

Platonic, unromantic love was much stronger than any other type of relationship. He was satisfied with this form of social contact. He didn't need anything more.

Jotaro Kujo was never a greedy man, after all.

The male was suddenly brought back to his sense when he felt a tiny hand tug insistently at his sleeve, hoping to wake him up from his rêverie.

"Papa, you fell asleep on your desk again..."

Jotaro inhaled tiredly, scratching his head and taking in his surroundings, his study back in his home in Florida. He patted his daughter's head, making her scrunch her face a little.

Was it that late already? He was so used to dozing off after working on his thesis, reflecting on his life and his choices. He had been overworking himself lately. He knew he shouldn't overthink, but he couldn't help it.

"Thank you Jolyne. Go back to sleep now, alright?"

The little girl nodded and trutted out, leaving her father alone to his thoughts.

Jotaro let out another breath, eyeing a certain picture frame, taken in the desert. Hopefully you were living a fulfilling life of your own.

And hopefully you two would get to meet again, and maybe talk again.

Ace to ace.

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I... might have written a little fanfic. Have I mentioned how enthralled I am by Wilbur and Tommy’s dynamic?  Takes place, post current streams but pre-festival. I had a go at writing a quick scene of Tommy trying to reason with Wilbur. Enjoy!

- Title: Trust Word count: 1152  Characters: Wilbur, Tommy Genre: Introspective, friendship, angst

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“Wilbur?” Tommy’s voice was uncharacteristically soft.

Wilbur continued to gaze out into the verdant lands of Manberg. “Yes, TommyInnit?”

Time was growing short; the festival was in a few short hours. It was so little time to try and convince Wilbur, the most driven person he knew. But he couldn’t give up.

“You’re an incredibly brave person. You know that, right?” Tommy said sincerely.

Even from slightly behind Wilbur and on his right, Tommy could see him start to smile. “You think I’m brave? I don’t get into half as many fights as you.”

“Oh, I mean it alright. You formed a nation! You challenged Dream on his own server and inspired us to stand with you against impossible odds. You’re incredible Wilbur,” he replied.

“I mean, obviously not as incredible as me – I am the best of course,” Tommy added lightly, chuckling. “But you’re definitely up there, man.”

“And… I’m proud to follow you,” Tommy muttered, placing a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Tommy.” Wilbur replied, tone unreadable, but he had finally turned to look at him. “You’re an awful right-hand man – very bad at hiding and decorating,” he teased. “But you’ve got so much passion and drive and I know I can trust you.”

Tommy beamed. He was incredibly worried for Wilbur – the former President had gone practically insane after living in a ravine for a few weeks, suddenly convinced everyone was out to get them. He had been lashing out at Tommy more and more, and he’d been deathly afraid that Wilbur would start looking at him differently too. When that happened, he wasn’t sure there was anything he could do for him.

Staying with Wilbur was tough. But he couldn’t abandon him now. Not when he was so close to making the biggest mistake of his life. It was up to Tommy, his right-hand man, to make sure he didn’t fuck everything up.

That meant he had to choose his words carefully.

“For such a brave man, your plan is very cowardly,” Tommy stated. “Blowing everything up in the middle of a party? That crosses the line.”

Okay, so he only knew how to be blunt.

“What?”

“Wilbur you know it’s reckless! How will anyone respect us when they know we bombed our old home? That’s the sort of stuff Dream’s goons did. And we’re better than that!”

Wilbur sighed and started walking, making long strides. “Tommy we’re here to cause chaos. We can’t beat them at their game – but we can destroy them.”

“I don’t want to destroy them!” Tommy snapped, hurrying to catch up. “Tubbo’s there!”

“Tubbo will be fine, I know you’ve been dropping hints to him. Let’s not pretend you care about the rest of them,” Wilbur replied, his voice had resumed its biting tone he’d been dealing with all week.

Tommy cringed – Wilbur was a perceptive person and Tommy hated how much that one hurt to hear. He wanted to shout – but he couldn’t afford to let his temper run away with him. He cared… didn’t he?

Wilbur noted lack of response. “Sorry Tommy. This is hard for me too – but you’ll feel better when you stop pretending – trust me.” Wilbur’s voice was soft. “We don’t need to win back L’Manberg.”

“I think we both have bridges we need to burn and we can’t keep clinging to the past. That’s why I have to do this. I- I’m not a coward, Tommy. This is the hardest thing I’ve had to do.”

And Tommy believed him.

“But Wilbur – what if you’re wrong? What if we’re both wrong?”

Wilbur stopped walking and turned to face him, a very pained smile adorning his face

“Tommy… if the others believed in us, then where are they? As usual, you are the only one with me. True, we’ve been in hiding, but is our base really a secret anymore? They could find us and support us but they’ve chosen to stay in Manberg.”

“I waited, you know,” he continued. “I spent a considerable amount of time making our ravine liveable. In that time, I only saw you, Tubbo and Technoblade. Where are the citizens I supposedly inspired? Everyone is gone but you.”

Tommy sighed, feeling tired. Wilbur trusted him. It should have been a comforting thought, but it was daunting – to be the only one Wilbur trusted. No matter what, he wouldn’t - couldn’t – abandon him.

“I know Wilbur,” Tommy took a step forward, standing right next to him as he looked forward, Manburg visible in the distance. He missed it.

“But,” Tommy continued, “they’re just playing the long game, biding their time until we make our move. They haven’t abandoned us – they’re believing in us.”

“Maybe they are just choosing the path of least resistance, Tommy,” Wilbur countered. “People are like that, trying to stay on good terms with everyone until they choose to support the winning side. It doesn’t mean they really respect us.”

“That’s just not true!” Tommy said, voice raised.

“Maybe they respect me – a little,” Wilbur amended. “But they’ve never respected you – they like to make fun of you, ruin your day. How many times has your house been griefed?”

He had no idea. “I don’t care,” Tommy replied angrily.

He knew what Wilbur was doing – he was trying to infuriate him – and it was working. Whatever, he didn’t care about his house or that everyone viewed him as a loud child. He’d proved himself in the independence war and he would prove himself again when he saved L’Manberg. He wouldn’t gain anything from blowing it all up.

“Tommy, I’m blowing up this server and I’ll do it for you! You’ll be free and happy again once everything that’s holding you back is gone. You can spend your days listening to music and building bunkers!”

“No Wilbur, I don’t want this!”

Wilbur’s voice was as calm as ever. “You don’t know what you want, Tommy, you’re confused and scared and its okay.”

“No, Wilbur, I never give up. Even if you’re right, I have to try, I have to see if we can do this, legitimately. Just give it one more chance. For me.”

“The explosions are already planted. We just have to go and light it up.”

“Then let’s get going. But stay your hand – maybe we can just threaten everybody and get away with it. Just give the people one more chance and maybe they won’t disappoint you. We can overthrow Schlatt and we can do it the right way.”

There was a long pause as Wilbur mulled over his words. “Tommy, I don’t think we can afford to hesitate for long.”

“Please Wilbur – just one chance – and if I’m wrong then I’ll light the TNT myself. Sound fair?” Tommy offered.

“Alright, TommyInnit. I’ll follow your lead. But when I tell you to light the TNT, you have to obey me. Promise?”

“Wilbur, I promise.” Tommy answered sincerely. “Let’s go.”

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Thanks for reading, feedback appreciated. Leaving the ending up to the imagination. Think I should post it on AO3?