#I said I was gonna be more open and share my crap

[semiweirdshipper]

Altering Wesker's personality to make him an emotional supporter.

Usually I write this process on paper when I need to work on a slashers personality, but I wanted to share it with you guys so you could get an idea on how I turn the bad guys into emotional supporters.

So when it comes to working on the slashers' personalities, I always try to find a way to make them each more kind, sympathetic, supportive and likable while still somewhat staying true to their unique personality traits. Normally this process comes easy. I've never really struggled much with altering a slashers personality....

Until prince blondy bitch came into the picture that is.

Yes, this rip-off Corey Hart makes me wanna hit the snooze button in my brain every time I think about him. He's just so DIFFICULT and his personality is extremely unattractive to me. But I have him put down for future roles in billions of my fics and drabbles, so mentally I can't ignore him. I've gotta work on his personality and turn him into a proper emotional supporter.

Let's break down those traits, shall we?

Prince blondy is-

- narcissistic

- controlling

- manipulative

- dishonest

- powerful

- sadistic

- cunning

- polite only when he wants to be or if he's trying to manipulate someone

- disloyal

- teases and taunts people.

- gets jealous and loses his temper.

- gets bored of his friends and romantic partners

- views most people as insignificant and lesser than him.

- backstabbing attitude

- merciless

- gets bored easily and abandons people and/or projects.

- rude.

- does not value people for who they are but rather the benefits they can provide him with. Once someone is no longer valuable to him, he either runs away or kills them.

Yeah.... He's a real tough one. There's not a lot of positivity going on with this one. He's got every unattractive trait from A to Z. Imagining him as a supporter is like trying to walk on needles.

So what do I do during hard times like these? I make the positivity myself. I alter his bitch traits and give him some positive ones.

Altered Wesker

- Let's make him narcissistic still but with the ability to accept competition and rivalry without getting jealous or murderous.

- let's make him honest. Brutal honesty or keeping his mouth shut is better than lying.

- He hates unfinished business and will not abandon anyone or anything without explaining himself first.

- he can be manipulative but only during serious situations.

- He owns up to his failures, mistakes and misunderstandings. (There's nothing more attractive than a person who can admit they're wrong).

- he is still very intelligent, strong and powerful.

- He's still obsessed with uroboros and will murder, but he's more empathetic and less sadistic. He won't murder people he cares about.

- uses his honesty to defend his loyalty.

- has a high standard for people he considers worthy of his time. These worthy people will receive his kindness, consideration and attention.

- Likes independence, trust and dependability. These are traits he seeks in a partner.

- still egotistical and holds himself in high regard.

That's just some of the traits I'm giving him to make him more supportive. Now for a little bit of writing. Albert Wesker x reader headcanons. These help me get an even deeper understanding of his personality.

Original/unaltered: Wesker x reader.

Wesker enters the breakroom and notices you sitting at a table. You looked horrible; your hair messy, your eyes dark and your outfit wrinkled. What a ghastly sight for him to walk in on. You should do a better job keeping yourself in proper shape.

Focused on ignoring you, Wesker made his way to the coffee machine on the other side of the room. His brow twitched in frustration at the sound of your pitiful "morning sir". Of course he couldn't go without drawing your worthless attention.

"(y/n)," He answered flatly, his back facing you, "Don't you have morning patrol?"

"Leon switched me," You answered, "I had a really long night last night. It was rough..."

"Excuses, excuses," Wesker glared at the bitter taste of his coffee. Why couldn't things just be the way he wanted them to be? "Allowing your personal life to get in the way of your job is insubstantial. Do better next time."

You remained silent, soon finishing your beverage and rising up to leave.

Wesker didn't notice nor did he care.

Altered/my version: Wesker x reader. (same situation)

Wesker entered the breakroom and immediately noticed you sitting in your lonesome at a table. You looked exhausted and unkempt, the expression on your face tired and miserable. Hm, he wondered what was wrong. Normally you were well dressed and always upbeat.

"(y/n)," He addressed as he slowly walked past you, turning his head to meet your eyes.

Despite your situation, you still managed a smile at him, your body lifting and your voice kind, "Oh, morning sir. How're you doing today?"

He always respected how considerate and proper you were even during difficult times. "I'm doing well. And you?" He continued to give glances to you as he fixed himself some coffee.

"I'm fine," You say softly, "Just a rough night."

Ah, so it was something personal most likely. "I see you swapped positions with Kennedy. I'd rather not have short notices like this in the future. After you're finished here, meet me in my office and we will discuss what you are going through."

You smiled weakly and blushed. Wesker always knew when something was wrong, and he was always so quick to provide any care he possibly could. He really was a good boss.

That morning, Wesker sat with you in the breakroom.

Aaaannnnnndddd.... Emotional support slasher born. BOOM!

The reason why I have so much trouble writing prince blondy is because I really don't like him. His personality is like a smelly trashcan to me and if I ever met him in real life I'd kick him in the balls so hard his motherless grandkids would feel it. But creating these writing templates helps me to view him underneath a different light. It's how I build personalities and familiarize them.

I've done this process on paper for multiple killers. I just thought it would be fun to share with you how I altered personalities to write my stories.

#slasher fanfiction #resident evil fanfiction #dead by daylight fanfiction #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #alternate universe #emotional support slashers #Wesker is such a pain in the arithmetics #I said I was gonna be more open and share my crap #So here I am #I'm sharing my crap #And it's probably going to backfire

[tvhsleb3ww]

RAINY DAYS! - AKAASHI KEIJI

summary, akaashi helps you on a rainy day.

— mutual pining, minor swearing, fluff, akaashi being a geek in love

they say that rainy days are the best way to see someone's love for them. at that moment, their love would be displayed to the public and everyone can see how much they love one another.

even if they shared an umbrella, there would be a certain angle where someone would be more exposed to the droplets instead of the other one.

and it was obvious that akaashi keiji displayed love for you.

you looked at the grey clouds that are coming your way, your hands on your hips as you examine them. multiple coulds are nearing and indicates that they bring a huge storm.

a sigh escapes your lips as you crossed your arms, thinking wether to wait for the rain to stop or just run to the nearest store that are a couple blocks away. you should've watched the weather forecast this morning before going to work.

and then it hits you. you left your clothes to dry out on the balcony of your apartment. crap— and it seems like you can't be going home right now.

"something on your mind, (y/n)?" a familliar voice asked you to which you turned around.

a small smile forms on your lips to show that you're alright, although it's quite evident that it's faux.

"i forgot my umbrella and it looks like heavy rain is coming" you muttered to which he just nodded and walked towards you.

"you can borrow my umbrella, if you'd like" he says, voice coated with worry. you shook your head and flailed your hand.

"no, it's fine! how are you gonna go home if i take your umbrella, akaashi?" he pushes the bridge of his glasses and crosses his arms.

"we could go together, if that's fine with you?"

he really wanted to blurt that sentence out but the words got stuck in his throat. he wants to have a chance at helping and getting closer to you!

ever since you both started working here together, he's had a teensy little crush on you which eventually grew and drove him crazy. he's never felt like this before and he's so nervous right now.

he opened his mouth to talk but he gets nervous. what if she thinks i'm weird? what if she already has someone else? what if—

"but if you don't mind, maybe we could go together? you can just drop me off at the nearest store! i wouldn't want to bother you" you said sheepishly and he thanks the heavens that you were the one who said that instead.

"of course it isn't bothering me, i'd love to" he says with a small smile.

crap.

how the hell did his umbrella got stolen? he could've sworn he put it in the basket with the other umbrellas but right now— he's looking at an empty basket.

he examined further, maybe it was buried deep inside the basket? nope it wasn't. he sighed and watched you looking at the rainy clouds. suddenly, an idea popped up.

"(y/n), i have another idea but it might be a little crazy"

which led to this.

"just a little more (y/n)! i can see 7E from here!" he whisper yelled as he ran with you to the 7E with him holding his jacket on your figure.

"ugh, you try to run in heels!" you pouted but ran anyways. he almost lets out a laugh when you whined in complaint.

maybe to some people the action of running together in the rain is stupid. maybe it was sweet.

but to akaashi keiji, he thinks it was the best rainy day that ever happened to him. he doesn't mind being drenched in the pouring rain if it means he gets to be your knight in shining armour.

he doesn't mind letting you use his jacket (which he offered in the first place) as an umbrella. he doesn't mind running together with you in the rain.

both of you walked into the convenience store, drenched. you laughed and before he realised it, he's smiling too at your laughter.

"thank you, akaashi" you mumbled and he just gives you a small smile in return. "keiji" he mumbles to which you raised a brow.

"call me keiji" he says, again with a small smile and red cheeks.

the whole running in the rain act was worth it, even if it meant he had to take a sick leave the next day and rot in bed.

especially when you came for a visit and gave him your handcooked chicken soup that's perfect for headaches.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #hq x y/n #hq x you #haikyuu fluff #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji x you #akaashi x you #akaashi x y/n #akaashi fluff

[zepskies]

Sharing Is Caring (I)

Pairing: Sam W. x Female Reader 

Summary: Navigating a new relationship means learning how to share a bed with Sam. [3-part series with Sam, Dean, and Castiel.]

Word Count: 1,200 Warnings: Rated M. 18+ only. But mainly fluffy!

Part 1: Sam

Sam waited patiently for you in bed with a book in hand, his reading lamp on. But truth be told, he wasn’t reading much. 

He was distracted by the sound of you humming “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” in the bathroom. You were also opening yet another bottle of face cream. Or was it a mask? Eye cream?

Well, whatever it was, this one marked mysterious bottle number three of five that he could see on the counter spread out in front of you. 

Maybe it had been a long time since he’d shared space with someone other than Dean, but really. Just how many skincare products did one woman need?

…Still, Sam knew you were a creature of habit. As you often told him, you liked your routine, and sticking to it helped you. The whole world could be going to crap (and with the Winchesters, it often was), but as long as you went through your daily and nightly habits, you could get your mind back on track.

Sam knew all this, but…did it have to take so long?

“Hey…baby?” he called out.

“Yeah?” 

“You plan on coming to bed anytime soon?”

From the corner of his eye, he watched you drop the small bottle in the sink with a yelp. 

“You okay?” he asked, smiling.

“Yep!” you answered cheerfully. “And I’m coming, just five more minutes.”

You said that twenty minutes ago, but Sam wasn’t counting. He did glance at the clock on his nightstand though. 

True to your word this time, a few minutes later you came out of the bathroom wearing one of his old plain undershirts over your underwear. It brought a more amused smile to his face as his gaze followed you to your side of the bed. 

“This thing’s full of holes. Don’t you think you should say goodbye?” he teased, fingering the frayed hem of the shirt after you sidled up next to him. 

“It’s my favorite! So comfy,” you said, and you reached an arm across his broad chest to squeeze him into a snuggly side hug. Your face pressed into his neck. “See?”

Sam chuckled. “Very comfy.” 

He set his book aside so he could slip his arms around you. He was sitting over the covers against the headboard, so it was easy for you to move your knees to either side of his hips and sit back in his lap. You framed his face with your hands, and you both smiled. 

“Hi,” you said. Your cheeks warmed in a blush. You weren’t quite used to being able to touch him so freely yet. But your heart had been in his hands for such a long time. And now, he was yours too.

“Hey there,” Sam replied. His hands slid up your bare thighs to rest comfortably on your hips, and his thumb moved back and forth against your skin.

It had been a long day after getting back from a three-week hunt with Dean, tracking down, then clearing out an entire nest of vampires. 

You leaned in and Sam met you with a sweet kiss. But he knew he couldn’t fully relax until he checked something.

He pushed up your sleeve and checked a scratch inflicted by a vamp’s nails—three sharp, angry-looking lines—healing on your arm. They were no longer bleeding, but better safe than sorry.

“Weren’t you gonna bandage this one up? It’s kind of deep,” he mentioned. You followed his gaze and your brows rose in realization. 

“Oh, yeah. One sec!”

You abruptly climbed over Sam and scurried back into the bathroom. He watched you go with a shake of his head, but he reclaimed his book. He supposed he could get another chapter in. 

By the time you came back, it was three chapters (but to be fair, he did read fast). You unceremoniously plucked the book from his hand and you climbed back into the saddle, as it were—reclaiming your place on his lap.  

“Hello, again,” you said. And you flashed him a grin.

He opened his mouth to reply, right before you claimed his lips with yours. Sam smiled into your kiss, but he still slipped a hand under your sleeve to check that you actually did cover up your wound. 

Knowing you, you’d just spread some antibacterial ointment and consider that good enough. (Sometimes you were a bit too much like Dean.) But you actually had taken his suggestion on the bandage this time.

Sam breathed in deeply through his nose and brought you even closer as you deepened the kiss. His hands were warm splaying across your back. Yours slipped into his hair, massaged the back of his head. 

Then you took things to another level when you rolled your hips and ground your clothed core into his lap, against his rising length. He groaned into your mouth. 

But then, you paused and leaned back. You both were catching your breath, Sam giving you a questioning tilt of his head. 

“Sorry, forgot to brush my hair,” you said. “I do it every night after brushing my teeth and moisturizing—” 

You moved to climb out of his lap again, but Sam held you fast. 

“Can’t you do that later?” he said. His voice was a shade deeper with the desire in his blood, straining in his pants. But your eyes were conflicted. 

“Later I’ll forget,” you pointed out. “It’ll just take a second…”

Sam waylaid you with heated kisses along your neck and jawline. His fingers pressed into your thighs, edging under the lacy hem of your underwear. 

“A second can wait,” he murmured in your ear. 

“But…” You wanted to heed the want in his voice and his persuasive hands. You really did. 

But you had a routine. You followed it every night without fail…

His tongue teased the shell of your ear, making you release a shuddering breath. You felt his thumb drag back and forth along your clothed core. He felt the dampness in your underwear before his fingers hooked on either side, and slid them halfway down your thighs.   

You uttered a breathy laugh at his impatience. “Just give me, literally, a minute.” 

You sat up, intending to extricate yourself from his grip. But he just used that to slide your underwear down even further—down to your knees. You looked down at him with a narrowed smile. Sam gave you a cheeky little grin. 

Hot and slow, his hands traveled up the back of you to grip your waist. 

“Sam,” you tried to reason. You were not above tickling to get your way.

But suddenly, you squawked as he took you down, rolling you over onto the bed and caging you beneath his large, solid frame. 

“Whatever you do with your hair,” he informed you, “I’m about to ruin it.”

You giggled under him and gave up. But you teasingly pulled him down by his long hair, into your waiting kiss.

You supposed you could adjust your routine, just for him. 

AN: Don't worry, I am working on the prequel for "Checkerboard" (Soldier Boy x Reader). But I had to get out this short 3-part series with the age-old "sharing a bed" prompt lol.

Let me know what you think! 😉

To read Part 2: Dean

To read Part 3: Castiel

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[ebullientheart]

memory foam pillow. derek morgan x reader

content — fluff. fem!reader. dog. neighbours to lovers. blurb.

you dogsit for derek while he’s away, which is often.

“clooney!” you shrieked, tugging a pillow from between his teeth. he was getting restless now, as he did when derek was on a particularly long case. it had been eight days, “that’s my memory foam pillow.”

you discarded of it with a grumble. those were expensive.

but clooney gave you what you insisted were puppy eyes (derek said he was too old for that and it was okay to scold him) so you forgave him pretty quickly. you jingled his lead and his head poked up from behind your sofa instantly, knowing that meant it was time for another walk. agreeing to dogsit was keeping you in brilliant shape.

while derek never shared details of his cases when he came back, you saw his team on the news. it made you more cautious, everything that happened. walking around as the sun set wasn’t something you made a habit of, but clooney was large enough and loud enough to make you feel safe. by the time you’d jogged him round the block a few times and back home, derek’s car was in the driveway.

ignoring the excitement that bubbled in your stomach at the return of your neighbour, you bounced over to his door and rapped on it a few times. it swung open rapidly, and the frown on his face dissipated at an equal rate when he saw you. a trace remained.

“hey, sugar. you shouldn’t be walking around at night.” straight to the point. always was.

you gave him the same sweet smile you always did, “clooney’s got me.”

he tutted at you, but opened the door and jerked his chin back to invite you in. you entered gladly, unwinding the lead from your fist and letting the dog leap at derek in excitement. the man took the affectionate attack in his stride and headed for his kitchen to make you a coffee. he knew how you liked it, this was somewhat of his homecoming ritual.

his living room wasn’t as homey as yours, probably from the amount of time he spent away from it. a few cases ago, he’d given you a key at your offer to dust while he was away. now he didn’t cough so violently when he opened his door after a week away. some may call that reckless, but you’d been his neighbour for years, looked after his dog for more than half of that time, and he’d be lying completely if he said he didn’t look forward to seeing you.

“damage report?” derek asked, handing you a vibrant mug you guessed had to be a present from garcia, who you’d met once or twice.

you tried to lie, “oh, nothing.”

but he was a profiler, and the raised eyebrow told you you’d been caught out. you sighed, “just one of my pillows.”

derek winced, “crap, the new memory foam ones?”

your silence and averted gaze answered that for him and he reached for his wallet to compensate you with the thirty dollars. you waved him off and refused to take it, “i don’t mind, save it.”

and with a surge of bravery you were going to blame on the caffeine when you looked back on it, “can take me out for dinner instead.”

it took him less than half a second to recover from this rare display of boldness, but he did so smoothly, “that was gonna be my line, sweetheart.”

#🤍ebullientheart #criminal minds #derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x fem!reader #derek morgan fluff #fluff #non bau!reader

[lonelywhalien22]

trust me

pairing: bang chan x reader

rating/genre: comfort, fluff, sprinkle of angst

summary: you're having a bad day and your boyfriend chan is there to try and make you feel better.

warnings: reader is low key hella sad in this (take care of yourselves yall <3) + a steamy kiss (very self indulgent ik i'm sorry)

word count: 2.7k

song(s) to listen to while reading: steamroller by phoebe bridgers (reader is hella sad so are we surprised lol), renee's song by bazzi, fall by chloe x halle

note: while i try to tame some bigger fic ideas into submission i'll occasionally polish up + share some of my more decent smaller pieces from years past. pretty sure i wrote this one in the throws of the p*ndemic while struggling with college and feeling hella touch starved...so yeah...enjoy lol <3

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It was one of those days - one where that funny feeling had bubbled up inside of you, seemingly out of nowhere. You knew it all too well by now, knew its signs and its symptoms. One moment you’d be fine, and then it would happen - a dreaded phone call for an appointment that you could no longer put off, a tedious task at work, a much needed item that you’d misplaced and couldn’t find - sometimes it was all of these things in one day and more, and suddenly you weren’t ok. And as much as you’d try to not let all the frustrations of life get to you, as much as you’d try to hold on to the good, to the light, sometimes bit by bit it would still slip from your grasp until you were tired of trying and there was nothing left inside of you but a dull gray.

You hated when you got in these sorts of moods - used to think there'd be some stage in life, some milestone you could reach, thing you could achieve that would make them go away forever, but you’d survived enough of them by now to know that it was a lifelong battle. There were highs and lows, and today just happened to be one of the lows.

Today also just happened to be one where your boyfriend Bang Chan was supposed to be coming over. His presence was one that so often brought light into your life - fun and laughter and a smile to every situation, but despite having accepted that you were in a sour mood, the thought of him seeing you this way made you feel worse instead of better - like a recluse undeserving of such sweet affection. As if he could hear your thoughts from afar, your cellphone began ringing on the kitchen table, temporarily snapping you right out of your self pity.

“Am I still good to stop by in an hour?" You could practically hear the excitement in his voice, imagining his charming smile immediately, but the warmth in your chest only lasted for a second before you just felt even more upset with yourself. You didn’t wanna burden him with your feelings - tramp all over his joy with your frustration.

"Hey Chan. I'm sorry, but I'm kind of feeling like trash right now." You thought maybe that would be the end of it, hoped that he would read between the lines, but he was completely oblivious, a caring tone seeping into his words as he tried to help you instead.

"Are you sick? I can pick up something for you and bring it by if you want.”

"No, that's not exactly it," you began, struggling to find the words. There was a long pause on the line, and you could hear Chan shifting, as if he was sitting up. You cursed in your head. There was no way he was gonna let this go now - not when you were being so distant. 

“Babe, you know you can tell me anything right?” His use of the nickname made your heart flutter again, gently coaxing you to open up to him - to be honest.

“I know.” 

“Then talk to me.”

“I just…I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you say is stupid,” Chan said immediately. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You let out a sigh before nervously continuing. “It’s just…sometimes I’ll get in this really weird headspace and it makes me feel like crap and...I'm just annoyed with myself. I'm sorry if that doesn't make any sense...I think maybe I just need to be alone right now," you tried to get the last words out but began to break down a little as you really thought about what you’d said. Something about hearing it out loud made it feel all the more real, your eyes beginning to water and throat beginning to dry up.

“It sounds like you're upset. You sure you don't want me to come over?” 

You took a big breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking again, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find it in you to say anything else. It felt paralyzing - being stuck between the part of you that just wanted him to be with you and the part that was afraid you’d scare him away forever with your feelings. The more you thought about it the more emotional you got, and you felt a tear run down your cheek before you started to sob silently into the phone.

"Babe? Y/n?” Chan asked, voice becoming laced with concern. 

"Yeah?" It was all you could manage to sob out.

"I'm coming over right now," he said quickly, making the decision for you. You could already hear shuffling sounds in the background as he presumably scrambled to grab his things.

"Give me like twenty minutes ok? And just stay on the line with me please? Can you do that for me?" 

"Yeah. I'm sorry." 

“There's nothing to be sorry for," Chan said softly.

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In less than twenty minutes you heard a hurried knock on your door. Hanging up on your phone, you pulled yourself off of the couch and shuffled over to the entrance of your apartment, unlocking and pulling open the door to reveal your boyfriend's slightly panicked face.

“Hey…” he whispered gently when he saw you. You moved out of the way and he quickly stepped inside, setting down a bunch of bags before he turned back around and immediately enveloped you in his arms. The warmth of his body pressed against yours easily disarmed you, walls falling down so that all you could think about was his sturdy embrace. 

"I'm sorry,” you mumbled into his chest, trying to look at him. “I didn't mean to worry y-" 

"Hmm. Shush. No apologizing. Just let me hold you for a minute, yeah?" 

You nodded your head against him, silent as you slowly relaxed all the muscles in your body and let yourself really feel his warmth, feel all of the love radiating from his body into yours. He smelled like his shower gel, a hint of spearmint seeping into your lungs as your breathing began to slow and your eyes closed, whizzing thoughts in your head beginning to dissipate one by one. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his black sweater, holding on as if you never wanted to let go, and he let you - staying wrapped around you for an entire minute, just like he said. One of his hands stayed firmly wrapped around your waist while the other went up to start rubbing all the way from your head to the middle of your back, repeating the motion leisurely. You released a sigh of content as he did this, feeling yourself start to calm down, heart rate beginning to slow. Eventually he loosened his arms just enough to pull back a little and look at your tear-stained face.

"Let's sit down and I'll get you some food to eat hmm?" he said quietly, thumb wiping across your wet cheeks. You nodded, feeling a bit like a child as he lead you to your couch and wrapped a blanket around you before getting you some food from one of the bags he brought. When he came back you noticed his hair was a bit wet, presumably still drying from a shower he must have taken right before calling you, strands curling from the dampness. And as you looked down at the container of food he’d placed in your hands you realized it was your favorite meal from your favorite place. He even remembered how you always asked for extra sauce. 

Chan stayed silent as you slowly picked up your fork and began to eat, still sniffling a little. He easily found the remote to your tv, switching it on in a practiced familiarity, and put on one of your favorite movies, letting it play softly in the background before digging in to his own food.

When you’d both finished eating, he silently patted his lap, and you knew without any explanation that he was asking you to lean yourself back into his embrace. You did so shyly, Chan grabbing the blanket and draping it around the two of you before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you even closer. Finally you relaxed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck and turning slightly so that you could shamelessly wrap your arms around his middle, no longer even focusing on the tv at all. It felt so comforting to be in his arms that your eyes immediately began to close, his embrace luring you to sleep.

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When you woke up it was dark outside. You blinked a couple times, shifting slightly before realizing that you were still completely wrapped up in Chan’s arms. To your embarrassment, you caught him peeking at you with the softest look on his face, your heart beating a little faster because you’d never been this close to him for so long before. 

“Better?” he asked you simply, thumb moving to rub against your elbow gently.

You opened your eyes a bit wider, immediately beginning to shift up on the couch.

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize how late it was," you said quickly instead of answering his question, feeling guilty as you shifted a little from his embrace. You’d essentially used him as your own personal pillow for who knows how many hours. “I didn’t mean to keep you here like that for so long,” you continued to ramble, but Chan only shook his head in response.

“Y/n. Hey - look at me,” Chan said with a soothing tone. You stopped your shuffling and did as he asked.

“Do you feel better?” he repeated his question from earlier, and you finally nodded a little before picking at the blanket on your lap.

“Yeah. I’m just sorry I wasted your time because of some dumb mood I was in," you responded, annoyed with yourself as you pushed your hair out of your face roughly.

“You know it’s not a crime to feel sad, right?” Chan started gently after a couple beats of silence, clearly trying to find the right words as his thumb continued to lightly rub against your skin. “Even if there isn’t a clear reason - that doesn’t make how you’re feeling any less real.”

“I guess.” You dismissed his words easily, clearly not taking them to heart.

"Why do you always do that?" he asked lightly.

"What do you mean?”

"Talk yourself down. Dismiss how you're feeling,” he elaborated, a little concern in his voice once again. “It makes me worry about you.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise before you looked off to the side. 

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just out of habit.”

Chan tapped your elbow, silently asking you to look at him again. 

"Can I tell you something?” he whispered into the quiet. You nodded curiously.

"I care about you - so much that it scares me sometimes,” he said earnestly, raking a hand through his hair. "You're so thoughtful, so kind, such an amazing listener - you make it so easy for me to be honest about how I'm feeling, and I've never felt more comfortable talking to anyone else,” he continued, looking down a little as he said that last part.

His words made you feel shy all over again, not expecting him to be so open with you. You willed yourself to keep looking at him.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that…I wanna make you feel safe too - safe to share how you’re feeling with me, the good and the bad. Because that’s how you make me feel.” 

“Chan…” you said, lightly smacking his arm in jest as you looked away from him, tears flooding your eyes for a different reason. But he just leaned forward and kissed your temple, pulling you back into his arms gently before continuing.

“Trust me, ok?” Chan asked as you nodded into his chest. “I want you to know that you can always share how you’re feeling with me - even if it’s sad or you don’t think it makes any sense - even if I can’t fix it for you - I’ll always at least be here to listen, I promise. Just don’t hide from me, yeah?”

Tears were falling from your eyes now - not because you were sad, but because Chan’s care for you felt so unconditional, so devoid of judgement - and you’d never known care like that from a partner before. You didn’t have any words to respond in that moment - all you knew was that you wished the two of you could stay on your couch, just like this, forever. 

"I didn't mean to make you cry again," Chan said, a little worried as he saw your expression. "Let me get you some t -”

But you leaned up and kissed him gently, cutting off his words. This wasn't your first kiss, but it was definitely the first that you had initiated. Usually you would just stare at his lips longingly or give the tiniest of hints until he finally caught on to what you wanted, but this time you couldn't hold yourself back. You just felt this boost of confidence, an unrelenting need to express a feeling that words couldn't define. 

Chan was shocked at first, but he quickly fell into it, closing his eyes and immediately wrapping his hands around your waist oh so gently as his lips began to move against yours slowly, lightly, with the utmost care. You each tilted your heads instinctively to opposite sides, still not coming up for any air as you maneuvered yourself back into his lap and brought a hand up to caress the side of his face before combing your fingers through his hair instead, a tiny noise of contentment leaving you in that moment. 

“Y/n…” he groaned softly against your smiling lips. 

"Hmmm?" you responded, still in a feeling of utter bliss. Your other hand was rubbing across his upper chest and shoulder soothingly, and you leaned in and kissed him again before he could even muster enough sense to respond, unable to stop yourself. Chan’s lips began moving against yours again, and he started to lean forward until your back was against a pillow on the couch and he was hovering over you completely. It felt as if he was trying to reach your heart with just the movements his warm, pillowy lips made against yours.

His thumbs started rubbing soothing circles into your waist and you felt like you were floating on a cloud, mind becoming hazy as your head became filled with thoughts of him and only him. He left three final pecks on your lips, finally mustering enough self control to pull back before things got even more heated. His hands slid from your waist all the way up to your cheeks, caressing them softly. 

You were smiling softly but genuinely, in complete bliss as he leaned in and kissed your forehead sweetly before finally saying, “I love you, you know?"

“I love you too,” you whispered quietly, just enough for him to hear. 

He rubbed his thumb near the corner of your lips, eyes crawling all over your face before he said a little regretfully, "I hate for this to end but I don't wanna keep you up any later than it already is."

“Then just stay over for the night. Please?" you begged a little bit and put a pout on your face. He immediately kissed it off of you and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

"Are you sure?"

Neither of you had ever spent the night at each other's place, so it was completely new territory and you could tell he didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the entire situation. You shifted up a little to kiss his forehead back.

“Chan, I want you to. I promise. Please?”

You meant every word. You wanted nothing more than to hold him all night long.

"Ok," he said quietly, grin growing on his face until you saw that cheeky smile you loved so dearly.

————

That night was one of the most peaceful you’d ever had in recent memory. Buried deep under your sheets, nestled under the stars, you curled yourself into his arms - so close that you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, slow and steady. And you fell asleep just like that - sweet dreams eventually melting away into the morning sun.

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[fushiguroll]

WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU HAD A CRUSH ON HIM IN MIDDLE SCHOOL

⇢ iwaizumi hajime, oikawa toru, miya atsumu, kuroo tetsuro, kita shinsuke, sakusa kiyoomi

ʚɞ IWAIZUMI Hajime | was not impressed by the way you glared at your friend for her little slip-up. he frowns when your friend glances at you nervously, a thousand “sorries” in her eyes. “I'll, uh, leave you two alone.” she scurries away before you could protest. the silence settled uncomfortably before Iwaizumi clears his throat, “is it true?” he asks gruffly, almost as if he were angry. “yeah, it’s true. I did have a crush on you back in eighth grade. but that was like a thousand years ago.” “why didn’t you say anything?!” the force in his tone was surprising. you look at him in shock and he turns away embarrassed, mumbling a soft “I liked you too...”. his unexpected confession gave you courage, “I mean, I still like you.” it was his turn to be shocked but he’s not about to miss this opportunity again. “I still like you too,” he finally smiles, “can I ask you out on a date?” “thought you’d never ask.”

ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | sits there, grinning as if he were tipsy, though the only liquid he consumed tonight were water. he leans back against the sofa, enjoying the way you hid your face in your palms. your reaction made it so hard for him not to tease you. “awwww princess, you just had a little wittle crush on me back in middle school. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. everyone had a crush on me back then.” you glared at makki, who held up his hand in defeat, mouthing a tiny “sorry, dude”, before glaring at Oikawa, not wanting to inflate his ego any more. Oikawa laughs before scooting over closer to you, his hands finding yours, tracing small circles on them. “everyone had a crush on me, but you’re the only one I had a crush on and you’re the only one who stole my heart,” he whispers against your ears, “and you know what? I don’t think I'll ask you to return it.” he leans back and laughs again as you hid your face in his shoulders, heart swelling at his words.

ʚɞ MIYA Atsumu has been bothering you for the past thirty minutes after your friend accidentally revealed you had a crush on a certain miya back in the sixth grade. “I knew it, y/n. I just know it from the way yer keeping it a secret.” he points an accusing finger at you. “ya had a crush on samu, didn’t ya! s’okay to admit,” he puts on a bright smile, though the hurt behind his eyes were painstakingly obvious. you finally give into this persistent tactic of bothering you. “No tsumu, I did not have a crush on samu! The miya she was referring to was YOU, you idiot. now, will you let me read my book in peace?” you turn your attention back to the novel in front before it was ripped out from your hands. “what! I’ve told you it was you, what else do you want from me?” “I want yer cuddles.” you open your arms as he enthusiastically falls into them. “can I read my book after we’re done?” “only if ya read it to me.”

ʚɞ KUROO Tetsuro | is texting kenma like there’s no tomorrow. “who did she like?” “I don’t know” came the reply almost instantaneously. kuroo’s fingers dance furiously across the keyboard, “yes you do know, you said you do. why won’t you tell me?” “ It’s not my secret to tell.” kuroo knits his brows in frustration. ever since Kenma accidentally let slip mentions of your middle school crush, kuroo just had to know if it were him. “y/n!” “yes?” “can you come here please?” you walk out your shared bedroom, dwarfed in his nationals t-shirt. “what do you want?” “who did you have crush on in middle school?” you eyes widened in surprise. “crap, kenma told you didn’t he?” “yeah he did,” Kuroo lies. “I’m gonna kill him later. sorry for not telling you earlier. thought you’d find it weird that I had a crush on you back in middle school.” kuroo laughs, heart suddenly a million times lighter, “I would never find that weird. I only find that adorable because...” he pulls you down to his lap, “I had a crush on you back then too. And you know what? I don’t think this crush will ever go away.” “good because we’re married and you’re never leaving me.” “I want it no other way.”

ʚɞ KITA Shinsuke | doesn’t like to pry. communication is one of the most important and valued aspect of your relationship. the honest communication you guys share is what makes your relationship work so perfectly. he’s always believed if you wanted him to know something you would tell him and if you didn’t, he would respect that. Yyt, he just couldn’t stop himself from asking, “so who was aran referring to?” you coughed lightly, taken back by his question. his hands instinctively started patting you on your back. “oh! you mean the guy I had a crush on back in middle school?” “mmhmm,” he pretends to be uninterested. “you.” kita glances at you. “me?” “yeah, I thought it was obvious.” he smiles before leaning down, placing a small kiss on you. “what’s this for?” “thank you for loving me then and now.”

ʚɞ SAKUSA Kiyoomi | glares at atsumu, almost certain the guy your friend was referring to was him. “you need to be quiet.” you warned her, only to get a laughter back in response. “no, I think I should keep going. look at omi, he’s so jealous right now. just wait til he finds out your crush back in middle school was actually him.” she slaps her hand over her mouth and lets out a sheepish “oops, gotta run!” sakusa is grateful for his mask because he’s having a real hard time fighting the smile on his face right now. “so you’ve liked me all this time?” “not all this time. only in sixth grade.” “that’s too bad then.” you narrow your eyes at him, “what does that even mean?” “it means, it’s too bad you don’t like me now or else I would’ve asked you to be my girlfriend.” with that he gets up. “practice is starting, I'll see you later.” “wait, Omi! you can’t just say something like that and leave.” he turns back around, “how about dinner at 6? I’ll pick you up.” “I, um, okay.” he gives you a small wave before running across the court, his smiling eyes betraying his efforts to keep the curves of his lips hidden.

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[sophiegoose]

ATSV Characters Meeting Borrowers

Ah yes, one of the classic tropes in the genre, and always one of my faves. Borrowers are great, man.

Anyway, here's my headcanons on how I think different ATSV characters would handle encountering a borrower, enjoy.

[Contains spoilers for Across The Spiderverse]

Miles:

Somewhere between panic and being way too much for the borrower. Can see him doodling at something in his sketchbook, then seeing something fall on his shelf across the room. He shoots some web at it to catch it, assuming it's one of his action figures or similar then screams when he looks down to see a tiny, living person in his hand. Probably freaks out a bit and tries to shake the web off his hand and let go of them but this ends up freaking both of them out even more. Once they're safely down somewhere he's apologizing profusely and is genuinely curious but the borrower is probably scared out of their goddamn mind and he's not helping.

Probably eventually gains their trust some more and once they both set up some boundaries/rules (don't touch my collectibles/don't pick me up like that again, plz) they're probably chill. Can see Miles playing music he likes for them or letting them glance at his sketchbook from time to time or even helping them borrow stuff on occasion. The fact that their new human friend is also Spiderman is pretty cool, too.

Overall, clumsy but well-meaning.

Gwen:

Much more alert than Miles, and probably ends up scaring the borrower when she finds them too. Perhaps not as friendly or as active about sharing her interests with them as Miles, but just as protective and helpful in her own way.

Would definitely let them chill wherever they want in her room, warning them that her dad is the police chief and not to go borrowing when he's around the kitchen, and probably carrying them around to help them gather stuff and the like.

Hobie:

Has known there's a borrower in his home for a long time now, and is incredibly chill about it...perhaps too chill.

Like, unintentionally frightening chill.

Like if said borrower were to ever trip and fall for a high place, Hobie would casually catch them, say hi to them, then just as casually plop them into a pocket on his jacket whilst he goes about whatever he was doing, chatting with them like they've known eachother for years.

Extremely intimidating at first, but once the borrower realizes he's chill they honestly couldn't ask for much more in a human to be borrowing from: he's relaxed, doesn't care if they're out in the open around him, they can take what they want from the kitchen, and he sometimes plays music that they're free to listen to. Once word gets out amongst the local borrowers that this particular bean is chill he's gonna have soooooo many living in his house, lol.

Can totally see Gwen or Pav coming over and seeing, like, a half dozen or so borrowers just chilling out somewhere and turning to Hobie and he's just like "they're cool, don't worry about it" and continuing on like nothing out of the ordinary happened, lol.

Pavitr:

Speaking of Pav, I feel like he'd unintentionally scare the crap out of a borrower by being way too bubbly and nice to them right out of the gate. Like he'd spot one in his home and just be like "oh my goddddds you're so cuteeee! You're like an itty bitty person oh my goddddds" and just be absolutely enamored with them and want to pick them up and give them a lil' hug and just overall be incredibly sweet but also unintentionally intimidating with how attentive and curious his is about them.

After they get to know him I think they'd be fast friends, though: Pav would SO be down with helping them borrow anything they need and, heck, he'd probably even let them go out with him when he's busy being Spiderman, maybe even making/finding a small disguise for them for when they're out on the town with him. He'd totally introduce them to the street dogs and make them a tiny cup of chai and show them to his friends and tbh he's just a big ray of sunshine who gets a little over-enthusiastic sometimes.

Peter B:

Similar to Hobie in that he would definitely know that there's a borrower in the house, but doesn't want to intimidate them and wants them to come out and introduce themselves on their own time.

Of course, things don't work out that way and he eventually encounters them and he's just like "whoa, whoa, relax: not gonna hurt you little buddy." Tbh he has big dad energy all around and would be very chill and supportive towards them, definitely coming off as the hot mess he is but also being nice and trying to maintain comfortable boundaries with them so that they don't feel intimidated when he's around.

DEFINITELY shows them pictures of Mayday and talks non-stop about her and her escapades, and at some point introduces them to the kiddo, making sure she doesn't try to grab them. Introduces them to MJ at some point too, who is A, completely unfazed (she's married to Spiderman: she's seen him drag things much weirder than a tiny person into the house at this point, lol) and is super sweet and kind. Can totally see a tiny spot being set up at the dinner table for the borrower to join them for meals and hang out, probably having to deal with Peter showing them a million pics of Mayday daily, lol.

Tbh, probably the best of the group to end up in the home of as a borrower, Peter would definitely make them feel like family.

Miguel:

In contrast, the absolute WORST Spiderperson to end up in the home of as a borrower. Not only are his senses much sharper than your average bean, but he's also roughly 5000% more aggressive and attentive than most.

The absolute terror of being caught red-handed borrowing something from the pantry as this absolute tower of a man with red eyes and fangs just growls "Put. It. Back. Then explain yourself" would probably put at least a few borrowers in an early grave. Not just that, but imagine accidentally borrowing something he needs for a project or something of sentimental value to him and this already terrifying man suddenly sprouting claws from his fingerprints and chasing after you on ALL FOURS across the house. Absolute nightmare fuel.

Not just that but you KNOW he doesn't care about manhandling borrowers properly: he's gonna be picking them up by the collar of their shirt or squeezing them too hard in his hand while he lectures them on ASKING first before they take something, or growling for them to not to touch stuff for his gizmos and gadgets. He's definitely the man most likely to put a borrower in a jar or cage and interrogate them, and would not give a flying hoot about how intimidating he's being until he goes too far and scares them to tears.

While I can't imagine it'd be easy to gain his trust as a borrower, should the stars align and a borrower manages to befriend him or gain his loyalty he would be an absolute freaking force to be reckoned with when it came to protecting them. The sheer power move as a borrower of sitting on this man's huge shoulder as he glares someone down would be immense, and I feel like he might appreciate having a little pal he can talk to and confide in from time to time.

Overall, big man scary and would be absolutely terrifying to ever have to borrow from. 0/10 would not recommend.

Spot:

Spot I feel would be a bit of a hot mess to be around as a borrower. Pre lab accident he'd be a dorky scientist with a scatterbrain who probably wouldn't even notice the tiny person taking a whole croissant off the kitchen counter whilst he scrambles for those lab notes he put down by the sink last night, and after the lab accident I feel like he'd be a bit intimidating but well-meaning.

Like he's only recently become aware of the multiverse and seen other realms so he's very curious about any odd phenomena he witnesses, so when he finds a tiny person standing in his lab he's just like "ooooooh, what're YOU?!" and immediately fascinated and want to talk.

Definitely would come off intimidating, given he's a big guy with a hole for a face, but being a scientist he's just gonna be asking a bunch of questions and being genuinely curious. Would probably be perfectly fine with them borrowing stuff so long as they don't take anything he needs for his mini collider, and would probably appreciate someone to talk to about his woes (captive audience or not: I mean, are you really gonna say no to the giant guy with interdimensional holes ranting to you about Spiderman?)

Tbh I think the only way Spot would REALLY get scary is post-ascension. The idea of being a borrower and knowing this whacky dude without a face and then one day there's an explosion in the apartment and he dissappears, only to return as a freaky monstrosity whose very presence distorts reality around him and who's gone all-in on his plan to ruin Spiderman's life would be terrifying. How would one even react to someone like that coming back to that dinky little apartment and greeting you, distorting the whole time with limbs appearing and disappearing as he speaks to you in a booming voice?

I take it back, he might actually be scarier than Miguel.

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[theghostbunnie]

A concept I was yapping about in a server a few months ago I think I should share here copy n paste style bc I kinda cooked w it

Nurf thinking him and Ered were good friends but Ered veiwing him with the same closeness she views the rest of the campbell kids like "yeah we're all friends" but he's like but I thought *we* were friends together, like Nerris and Harrison and Preston? Like Max Nikki and Neil? Like -

"Dude you're just listing parties of three,"

"I'm listing people who were *closer* Ered"

And she's just secretly awkward like wtf do you want from me? What do you want me to say? You were..a different kind of annoying than the rest sometimes, maybe less? Constantly trying to challenge me to bets n shit was atleast entertaining?? I'm not gonna poor my heart out to you just because you ask me to. Wanna go have therapy in the open woods for children to laugh at??? Wanna make a big blow out scene??

But she doesn't actually SAY any of that she just thinks it and gives him absolutely nothing to work with and Nurf just feels more alone than before, literally all he wants is a friend and the one he thought he had apparently didn't view him to the same extent and it makes him feel so shitty.

And maybe he could chalk it up to "Ered's just like that" but if I may be really silly and say in this concept she's become friends with Tyrone n Mitchell already Nurf just feels straight up *replaced* and takes it out on those two FREQUENTLY keeping his real feelings as to why he's being a dick a secret for once.

He goes to punch somebody else and it's a whole monologue first how this is bc of his dadBut he just *insults* these guys and doesn't even laugh at his own words like he usually does after.

And it doesn't even!!!!! Effect them!!! And it pisses him off worse!!! Even using the most petty tactic he still can't get any of them to hurt like he does and it's so frustrating.

Mitchell n Tyrone (I'm picturing this was a years worth ongoing problem or they were already in a HS AU)) pick up on something being off and finally get Ered to give some information and like girl no wonder the guy has been a total angry piss baby I'd feel terrible too if the one person who was the most regularly talking to me and sitting with me all summer only saw me just as important or lack there of as everyone else.

"You're saying it like I hate him, I don't, but I am getting irritated with this whole thing.. I'm not gonna start being MORE of his friend because he's throwing a fit"

Tyrone's like "but he's really not..? He's been leaving you alone now if you hadn't noticed, and mostly just saying the odd insult to us."

Mitchell: "You don't have to be his friend if you don't want to be that's your right."

Ered: "THANK you. Finally someone says it."

Mitchell: "But he gave you *his* friendship for a very long time and you did sort of spit on it. There's kind of a obvious reason he respected you enough to never make you a target"

"Because I'm technically top dog and he's two notches away from bottom dog, socially atleast."

"Because he *cherished your companionship,* Ered. He's pretty fuckin' equal opportunist if you haven't noticed."

Ered, starting to realize: "..............crap" bc!! Damnit Nurf is a sweetie under all his layers and she knows that and the guilt of hurting him is kinda weighing.

Ered leaves to go talk with him and Tyrone and Mitchell have what I think is a little funny interaction where Mitchell light heartedly is making a comment on the exchange they just had.

" 'top dog' no way she just said that, what is this, prison?? Did I wake up in *prison*?"

Tyrone, just as confused, speaking over him agreeingly: I know I know

And Nurf's just sitting in his room when his mom announces he has a friend here and he's like 'whuh' and Ered just. Steps in and stands there.

".. what do you want.?" Bc when she DOES talk to him to hang out, it's something she wants to do, *he's* stopped initiating things. And Ered has multiple people she's "not really close with but she calls over to do specific hobbies with" since she has so many hobbies.

"Just here to talk."

Okay now she has his attention did somebody fucking die what

"I haven't been a good friend to you." She states it pretty neutrally and flatly like everything she says

Nurf's just looking at her. Girl it is a Thursday afternoon on god's green earth he is trying to do his homework rn. Half of the awnsers atleast.

She doesn't even say sorry. That was just the statement she knew was true now. "If you would like,,.. I can be a better one." She looks over once then nods her head simply.

"You're offering to be my friend just straight up like that?" Is this kindergarten.

"Feel free to decline, man." She shrugs, still neutral.

"No,no I'm not saying that" he puts his pencil down. "Can I just get an honest awnser why I wasn't one to you before?"

Ered sighs. "Promise not to tell?" Speaks a little quieter.

And he is listening SO HARD!!!!!!!

Ered inhales rlly slowly, sticks her hand out to reintroduce herself.

"Meredith Miller.

__Everything I do is to protect myself.__"

He just makes a little bit of a face like go on elaborate on that for me he is so confused and so intrigued and by what he's ASSUMING so far should he be offended.

"You're alot better person than you were back then, people don't give you enough credit for that."

The simultaneous embarrassment of remembering his hardcore bully era and the flattery of a genuine compliment like that being so rare from Ered to anyone.

"And I couldn't trust you that well then as I think I could now. Most of my friends sort of just learn this out themselves slowly but you're not going to unless I spell it out I guess. I'm not a vulnerable or open person, like, at all? Everything I do is to hide I'm flawed. Even *capable* of flaw. I build a reputation, so when I do make little mistakes, or have little quirks, people think I'm doing it ironically, or something, so people just *always* have the best assumptions of me. I abbreviate words over text I don't know how to spell off the top of my head and people think I'm just being cool. I still like how Capri moon tastes and people think I'm just too cool to even care what I have to drink because I'm so above judgement."

"So you're just.. constantly pretending?"

"No, ..sort of."

"I do it so I *can* be myself without it tanking how people veiw me, an actual genuine image of what I am I just work hard to make sure people are *nice* about it. Most of them atleast." Like a safety net built from a good reputation.

"Bigger mistakes though.. people turn on me.

And you were always turned against everyone, dude"

"Sorry.."

"It's fine. We've all got our methods." She understands his behavior comes from a really similar place.

"Nothing I said leaves this room." Pats her hand to his doorway twice as she walks out of it. "See you around."

"..... CAN WE GO BOWLING SATURDAY?"

Ered sort of stops herself mid-way going out the front door. "...Sure!" And is a little surprised he already wants to chill with her

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[shelbgrey]

Stitches(Derek Shepherd x reader)

Paring: Derek Shepherd x reader

Summary: after wanting to do something nice for your boyfriend Derek something goes wrong

Requested: @virtualreader

A/n: not one of my best works but I hope you like it.

Greys MasterList.

It was one of those rare acation that I had the day off. When your a doctor that's rare what was even rarer was I had the day off and Derek didn't.

Derek had been pretty stressed lately, him and my sister Meredith were starting a clinical trial and it wasn't going as planned. Not knowing how his day would go I thought he deserved something special. So I got the bright  idea to cook a nice dinner and we could just stay in for the night.

I know it's a running joke at the hospital that doctors can't or have time to cook. I'm one of the rare ones in our group that can. When we have gatherings I'm the one to cook if we don't get take out.

Anyway, I turned on some music, Elvis Presley to be exact and serched the kitchen for some kinda idea of what to cook, luckily I went grocery shopping at the beginning of the week so our kitchen was packed. After a bit of serching I decided on a pasta recipe that was one of his favorites.

Now usually I'd make the noodles from scratch but I didn't know how much time I had before Derek got home. Everything was going smoothly for the most part, the noodles were cooking and so was suase. While everything else was going I opened the cabinet to look for some spices. My phone rang before I could grab anything. I left the open cabinet and picked up the phone.

“hello?”

“hay, sweetheart” Derek said in a tired voice.

“what's up Doc?” I said softly.

On the other end he chuckled a bit. “I'm no my way home” my eyes widened and I looked over at the stove. Dinner wasn't even half way ready and he was in his way home.

“like... Right now?” I said kinda worried.

“yeah, got off early... You okay?” he asked kinda worried by my tone.

“oh I'm fine... See ya when you get home. Love you” I quickly said before hanging up. I rushed back to the stove and knelt down to the bottom cabinets that was next to the stove to get another pot. I quickly stood up and..

Smack!

The top of my forehead colied with top cabinet door I left oven and fell on my but in pain. As soon as my hand made contact with the wond it jerked back in pain. I looked at my finger and start to shake at the red liquid that painted my fingers.

“crap” I let out a shaky breath and slowly stood up. I grabbed a clean wash rag and ran to the bathroom. I immediately regretted looking in the mirror because the sight was horrid. I don't mind blood but I hated when I see my body leaking with it.

Pretty pathetic a doctor afraid of her own blood. I covered the cut back up applying presher. I tried to calm down and I did succeeded to some digrea but my heart rate picked up when I heard the front door open.

“y/n?” I hear Derek's voice shout. My eyes widened as I heard his foot steeps get closer and closer to our shared bathroom.

“what the hell happened?” I stood still like a deer in a pair of head lights. He eyed the now red rag and approached me in doctor mode.

“nothing I'm fine.. It's just a scratch” I said swating his hand with my free one. “It looks like more than just a scratch” he protest.

I backed away again and he gave me a look that made me sigh in defeat. “fine... Your the brain doctor after all” I said lefting the rag up.

He sighed and gently lifted me up on the counter and carefully moved my hair out of the way. He quickly discarded the bloody rag and got the first aid kit we kept under the sink.

After looking at the cut for a bit he opened the kit. “your gonna need stitches” I rolled my eyes. “Derek I'm fine”

After some back and forth I let him take care of it. He handed me with care as I silently staired at the scrubs he wore home. He never did which made me realize he was in a hurry to get home. I felt bad knowing that he was probably exhausted.

I winced a bit once the needle made contact with my skin. “I'm sorry” I mumbled. “I know this isn't exactly what you wanted to come home to”

Not moving my head I looked up at him. He smiled softly and put the needle down. He gently lifted my chin up and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “it's fine, I like taking care of you”

I smiled softly as he put a bandge on my head. He placed another kiss on my forehead and let out an airy chuckel. “your so accident prone”

I chuckled and slightly shook my head. “I am not” I smiled and wrapped my arms around her neck. “yes you are, how did you even reach it?” he said playfully making fun of my Hight.

I playfully slapped his chest. “how was your day?” I asked softly. He shrugged and placed his hands on my waist. “well it's good now” he softly pecked my lips.

“I was gonna cook you dinner but it's probably gone to waist” I sighed and gave him a frown.

He moved a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “it's okay... We can just get Chinese take out and watch a movie”

I grined up at him. “can we watch Elvis?” I smiled and playfully rolled his eyes. “sure” he was about to walk away but I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back. I did grabie hands. “I'm injured”

He laughed and snaked his arms under my knees and picked me up bridel style. He carried me to the living room and I turned on the movie while he ordered our dinner.

The rest of the night consistent of cuddles and talks about what I missed at the hospital. I cuddled ferther into his chest. “I love you”

“I love you too”

#derek shepherd imagines #greys anatomy #greys #greys anatomy imagines #Derek shepherd x reader #Derek shepherd #Patrick Dempsey #patrick dempsey imagines #Greys anatomy #grey sloan memorial hospital #derek shepherd

[queenofsimpsblog]

too much - shuri x reader pt2

A/N: y’all already know i wouldn’t leave you guys in the dark like that LMAO i was gonna give this a sad ending but my bb shuri has been through too much already :(

also this was supposed to be done in 2 parts but ehh i dragged it out so pt3 gonna come out soon dw <3

shuri felt as if someone ripped her heart out and tore it to shreds. she saw the love of her life run away from her. she tried to stop the jet but it was too late. you were already airborne.

shuri’s eyes started glossing over as she rapidly blinked trying to get the tears away. something black on the floor caught her attention. your kimoyo beads. which you took off on purpose so that she couldn’t track you down. and then, all of a sudden, it hit her.

everything that happened the past month. shuri avoiding you. shunning you away. forgetting your anniversary. and then hurting you when all you wanted to do was help her. an angel as sweet as you didn’t deserve the treatment shuri gave. feeling dejected, she trudged back to your shared room. the shiny silver box on the armchair caught her attention again, and she slowly walked towards it, picking the box and moving to the bed where she sat down and opened the present, looking at it in awe.

a small message was written in blue ink on the first page: “here lay my favourite moments with my favourite girl. here’s to all the memories we’ve made, and here’s to many more.”

flipping the page, the first picture was taken when you and shuri met for the first time. when you first saw her, your eyes almost bulged out of your head. you couldn’t say anything. you froze. and shuri just looked at you with a mixed expression of amusement and concern. the picture was surrounded with glitter and sequins and you even wrote a few sentences under it: “when i first saw you, i knew you were the one for me. you looked so beautiful, my brain shortwired.” shuri laughed at your antics and found herself looking at each and every picture you stuck. she read the mini commentaries you added below each one, and the tears never stopped flowing. she kept aggressively wiping her face, not wanting the tears to spill on the scrapbook and ruin it. you didn’t need to tell her for her to know that you spent ages perfecting it.

her heart ached when she reached the middle of the book. the pages were empty. another letter was stuck there. shuri slowly peeled off the tape that was sticking it to the book and opened the letter, nervous to read what was inside.

i know you’ve been through a lot lately, and that you feel alone and isolated. but just know that i will always be here for you. you own my heart, shuri udaku. i belong to you and you only. i hope that over time we get to fill the rest of this book with all our previous memories. i love you, sthandwa. don’t ever forget it.

and that’s what sent shuri to her tipping point. she started sobbing like anything. you always loved her, even when she treated you like crap. and because of her, you were gone and bast knows when you’d return. or even if you’d return.

okoye heard the commotion and made a beeline for the room, opening it and seeing shuri in such a devastated state. knowing shuri since she was a child, okoye knew what to do. she slowly walked towards the now-queen and held her as she cried. once she calmed down, she told okoye what happened. okoye’s disappointed face was enough to make shuri want to cry again.

“now, now, crying won’t bring her back. but it’s good to let it out. i know you feel terrible, which is justified as you did a terrible thing, but you have to understand that y/n was just concerned for you. she still cares about you, and she’s just upset at the way you reacted.”

“i want to fix it but i don’t know how,” shuri sobbed.

“talk to her.”

shuri rolled her eyes and responded, “did you not hear me when i said she left?! and she took off her kimoyo beads so i cant even track her.”

“but you can track the jet she went in, right?”

shuri gasped. okoye was right. how did she forget that?!

“but don’t do it instantly. y/n left because she wanted to be away from you. i know it hurts, but it’s the truth. she doesn’t want to see you right now, so maybe wait a few days before you try and find out where she is. although, it shouldn’t be too hard to track her. you don’t even need a tracker.”

shuri looked at okoye curiously. “what do you mean?”

“your highness, you know the girl for 4 years. think about her. where would she hide?” okoye said and left, going back to her general duties, leaving shuri with her thoughts.

there are only 2 places where she would go. haiti, or new york.

****

“plane landing in 20 minutes. it is around 2pm in new york city, with cloudy skies and 60% chance of snowfall. local temperature is around -10 degrees celcius.” the automated voice spoke, waking you up.

damn… i’m already here?

getting up, you change your outfit, knowing that it wouldn’t sustain you in the cold. you wore some thermals, jeans, a sweater, and grabbed your other outer winter wear. thank god you came prepared.

grabbing your phone, you opened the contacts app and dialled a number. after a few rings, the person picked up.

“hey, i know this is sudden and probably unexpected, but i’m gonna be in new york in about 20 minutes and need you to send in a cab to the old avengers compound. i’ll explain everything once i’m home.”

you talked to the person for a few more minutes before you hung up. the plane landed and you made sure the cloaking device was on before grabbing all your stuff and getting down the jet.

you took a deep breath. you missed new york. taking the elevator down to the lobby, you looked around the building. there was dust everywhere. clearly, no one had been in here for a while.

you saw a black audi at the front door and rushed to it, opening the door and smiling at the driver.

“hey, happy, how’s it hanging?”

“all good, y/n. i take it you need a ride to the cabin?”

“yeah, i do, thanks for coming here.”

“of course, anything for a stark.”

how’s a woman of colour the daughter of a white guy? pretty straightforward. tony dated your mama a long time ago. had a couple crazy nights with her and then 9 months later, you came into the world. your mom knew tony wasn’t prepared for a child so she dumped him and moved to chicago. ten years later, she found out she was gonna die soon so before that could happen, she got in touch with tony and told him everything. tony being your closest relative got custody and then you moved to new york and got reunited with your father.

it felt nice to have a father figure after 10 years of lacking a paternal figure in your life. you got to enjoy 10 years with your dad before he sacrificed his life to save the universe. you always looked up to your father, as he taught you that sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good.

you soon reached the cabin and thanked happy for his help. you invited him in but he politely declined the offer, stating that he had an important meeting with nick fury in an hour.

taking your bags, you got out of the car and went to the front door of the cabin, knocking on it.

“y/n! hey!” pepper, your step mom, opened the door and gave you a big hug. she let you come in and set your bags down before morgan came running down the stairs.

“finally you’re back!” your step sister hugged you and you hugged back. you missed them. a lot.

when tony died, he wrote in his will that he wanted you to move to wakanda (with t’challa’s permission) as he knew how much you and shuri loved each other, and he knew that the king would keep you safe. sorry, dad.

you went to your room and put your stuff aside before coming down to drink some hot cocoa with your family.

“so, how’s wakanda doing? we saw the news, can’t believe queen ramonda passed away,” pepper spoke and you gave a slow nod.

“yeah, it’s been quite a lot, but wakanda is building itself back. everyone is grieving but people are slowly moving on. well, not everyone.” you mumbled the last part. pepper looked you up and down before sending morgan upstairs to do her homework. after complaining for a bit, she went upstairs. pepper waited for morgan’s door to close before she looked at you.

“what’s the real reason you’re here?”

“am i not allowed to visit my step sister and step mom?”

“you know that’s not what i meant, y/n. we love having you here. but you usually tell us when you’re coming. this time you didn’t. your eyes are red, your cheeks are puffy. and you look like you haven’t eaten in an entire day. something happened. now tell me what it is.” you looked at pepper with wide eyes. this woman read you like a book.

so you told pepper everything. from shuri neglecting you to the whole fight. pepper didn’t say anything until you said you were done.

“so you just left?”

“what did you expect me to do? i couldn’t stay. i couldn’t bear to look at her. all i wanted to do was help. i get that she’s stressed but she can’t take it out on me. that’s not fair.”

pepper was quiet for a moment before she spoke again, “so are you ever gonna go back to wakanda?”

you didn’t know what to say. i mean, you wanted to. but you felt like shuri didn’t need you anymore and you didn’t wanna go back there if you was just gonna get insulted and used as a punching bag.

“because y/n, your anger is justified. i’m not saying it isn’t. but this was a 4 year relationship. it can’t end like this. you have to at least talk to her one last time. get all your feelings off your chest. then see how she feels, and see whether giving your relationship another shot is worth it or not. and if it isn’t, then you’re more than welcome to live with me and morgan.”

you thanked pepper for all the support.

“okay, homework is done! now let’s go out, i’m bored.” you laughed at your sister and told her to go outside to pepper’s car. tossing her the keys, you grabbed your coat and went outside, getting ready to have an amazing time with your sister.

* one week later *

you’ve been feeling a lot better, but still you missed shuri and were worried about her well-being. you knew she’d detach herself from everybody.

morgan and pepper were in the kitchen making lunch, and you were in the living room scrolling through netflix, deciding what to watch.

“oh can we watch wednesday please?” you asked.

“absolutely not! morgan is too young for that!”

“what about friends?”

“no it’s boring.” morgan answered. you rolled your eyes as you kept looking for something ‘family friendly’.

“okay you know what i’m playing the grinch you guys better get here fast!” you decided, and hit play. a couple minutes later, pepper and morgan came to the living room with some sandwiches and chips.

you ate your food and laughed at the movie. you found the grinch really relatable. it was hard to get into the christmas spirit due to the fight you had with shuri.

i mean, even after all of that, you still loved her. you always loved her. ever since you met her. and it hurt that shuri chose to ignore all of that.

the end credits started rolling and morgan grabbed the remote, looking to play another movie. pepper went to get some hot cocoa for you all, when you heard the doorbell ring.

“not me!” “not me!” you and morgan said at the same time. unfortunately, you said it too late and had to get up from your comfortable position to answer the door.

who could it be? you thought as you grabbed the door knob and swung the door open.

“shuri?!”

#shuri x reader #shuri #black panther #wakanda forever #queen of simps does it again

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Lilac - Jamie Tartt x F!OFC

Lilac (Syringa) - Meaning: First Love, Reminiscence

Summary: Jamie Tartt and Katie Archer were childhood best friends and had planned their futures together, but what happens when childhood ends and it's time to face reality?

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!OFC Katie Archer (NO physical description other than a name)

Word Count: 1371

Warnings: Language, takes place mostly pre-show, childhood idealism gets shattered, Jamie's anxious/angry reaction is slightly violent (NOT against reader), mention of Jamie's dad being a crap parent, enduring childhood love

Day 3 of the In Bloom Writing Challenge! I originally wanted this to be a whole series, but couldn't find the right way into it so I condensed it into a short fic. Also, this is my first ever Ted Lasso fic! That show is pure dopamine, I swear. Perhaps a teammate or coach of Jamie's will appear in his own fic later this month? Who knows? Oh wait, I do :D

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9 May, 2009

Jamie Tartt and Katie Archer’s Unbreakable Life Plan To Remain Friends Forever

Become pro footballers (in the same city but not on rival teams or they’ll make us stop being friends)

Marry the fittest people we know (models, actors, or royalty ONELY)

Have neighboring houses with a pool that goes across both our backyards and a football pitch

Katie can have as many cats and dogs as she wants and Jamie can’t say anything

Jamie can wear whatever he likes and Katie can’t make fun of him

Our partners have to be best friends too

Our mums will live in our pool houses when they get old

And, the most important rule of all!!!! 

8. Any changes to this life plan MUST be discussed with your best friend, OR ELSE!!!

Signed,

Jamie Tartt 

Emily Archer

_________________

21 March, 2014

“Who is this? And what has she done to kick Renaldo off the wall?” Katie asked, holding the corners of the poster while Jamie taped them. 

“This,” he said, rolling the poster down to reveal the blonde girl holding two footballs in front of her bare chest, “is me future wife, Keely Jones.” 

“But I thought you were going to marry Heidi Klum and I would marry Orlando Bloom? That way we’d be the Klum-and-Blooms,” she joked, referring to their life plan since they were eleven. 

“‘Course I remember, babes, but I think Keely here is more of a sure thing. ‘Sides, she’s closer to our age.” He taped the bottom corners to the wall and stood back, admiring the poster while Katie flopped onto his bed. 

“As long as you’re sure,” she shrugged, opening her maths book. 

A football materialized and Jamie started dribbling, “Wanna go kick the ball ‘round?” 

“No, big test tomorrow, remember?” 

“Dunno why you’re bothering with that,” Jamie fell on his back on his bed next to her, “Don’t need school if you’re gonna be a footballer, yeah?” 

“Even if I played half as well as you, we both know I’d get less than half what you’d make as a footballer,” she said, rolling her eyes at the injustice of unequal pay. 

He rolled over and flipped around so they were parallel to each other and threw his arm over her shoulders, “Don’t worry, babes, I’ll loan ya cash if ya need it.” 

She giggled and shoved him off her, “Well how will you know how much I end up owing you if you won’t study your maths?”

“Fine! Five minutes to study, then we go work on your football skills. Maybe you’ll get so good you can play for a men’s team and get paid what you’re worth.” He smiled at her and she rolled her eyes at him. He was too charming for his own good sometimes. 

_________

5 August 2016 

Jamie perched on the edge of her mattress, absolutely gobsmacked at the news she just shared. “You’re fuckin with me, right? You…you’re just messing with me.” 

“No, ‘m not. I’m going to university,” she confessed, squeezing his hand that she held in both of hers to try and comfort him.

Instead, Jamie looked at her like she’d just confessed to being Jack the Ripper. “But, we were…what about the scouts from City?”

“I turned them down.” 

Jamie exploded then, yanking his hand out of hers, shooting up from where he sat next to her and began pacing. He crossed and uncrossed his arms, ran a hand through his hair, pulled at the strings of his hoodie. His limbs felt like they were too full of electricity.

“So what, all these years, all the plans we made, just fuckin’...don’t matter to ya anymore?” 

“You mean the completely unrealistic plans we made when we were kids? Become top footballers, marry some fit fuckin’ models, have adjoining houses with a pool going across both backyards? Come on!” 

That was the twist of the knife. 

“Fuck you, ya know that? I’ve wanted that all this time, believed in it! It’s all I’ve been workin’ toward since we came up with it! And you just go and fuck up your half…how’m I gonna do it without ya?” 

She reached out for him again but he backed as far away as he could in her small bedroom. “You’re incredible, Jamie, you’re so talented and you’re gonna go far. But it’s not for me.” 

“You mean I’m not for you.” 

“What? Jamie, you’re my best friend!”

“That’s not…we were…fucking FUCK!” Jamie’s brain felt like it was full of fire ants and his stomach lurched. He kicked a hole in the drywall before slamming her bedroom door on his way out.

The very fabric of their friendship had torn and there was no going back. If she didn’t care about him the way he cared about her, then fuck it. He didn’t need her, he would be the best fuckin’ footballer Man City had ever seen and she’d have to watch from wherever it was she ended up, hopefully somewhere miserable. 

He didn’t speak to her for the rest of their break. He didn’t see her off when she moved her things into the dorms. He never responded to her ‘Congratulations!’ text after his first game with Man City. 

The only response she ever got were three dots, appearing and disappearing. 

And then, nothing.

____________

August 5, 2021

Slipping off his jersey, Jamie couldn’t help but think about her. After all this time, he still remembered why he’d chosen 9 as his number. It was hers, her lucky number, her birthday in November, only 20 days after his. 

They’d grown up together, their mums having met at work and becoming best friends. He sometimes heard about Katie’s life on his phone calls with his mum but he hadn’t really listened to any since Katie had decided to give up on their friendship, on their life plan — the one they had come up with together when they were eleven so they’d never have to be apart.

Katie had seen how difficult it was for him to deal with his dad’s frequent appearances and disappearances and wanted him to know she would always be there for him. At the time Jamie had only gone along with it because she insisted that he could have whatever he liked in their future — it wasn’t until she’d announced that she was going to Uni that he realized the only thing he truly wanted from that list was their future. 

Together. 

He didn’t care much what it looked like, as long as it was theirs. As long as she was there at the end of every day. Which is why it devastated him when she left. Why he’d thrown himself into training and took his new life as a football star for granted as much as he had. 

Now that he was back at Richmond and apologized for his behavior, she’d been on his mind more and more.

Did he pop into her mind ever? Had she been following his career? Seen him embarrass himself on that stupid fucking dating show? 

It had only been five years but if he ran into her now, would they even recognize each other? 

It was a sad thought to have about someone he was once so close to — someone he, deep down, knew he had loved, and even deeper down, knew he still loved. It wasn’t like the love he had for Keely, his only long-term relationship amongst the revolving door of fit women he’d dated.

He wished he could describe it better than ‘a love I grew up with,’ or ‘love I didn’t even know was love at the time,’ but alas, Jaime Tartt was no poet.

He finished his post-training routine and made his way out into the summer night. On a whim, he decided to walk home. He needed time to think. About a block away from his house, he pulled out his phone and let his finger hover over ‘Contacts’ but he thought better of it and tucked his phone away. 

Only to pull it out again a few steps later and press her contact before he could chicken out. 

“Here goes nothin',” he said to himself as the phone rang.

#writing challenge #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt xofc #ted lasso fic #first love fic #in bloom #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic

[gothidecorem]

Okay, so in my original idea, this was supposed to be spicy but I can’t get the dumb adhd brain to get past this spot. So, here is my short little Chris Shiherlis blurb.

Warnings: uh, language I suppose. Does Chris himself count as a warning? Spoilers for sure if you’ve never seen Heat. (Also switched a couple events around)

Tags💖: @valmare @sakar-rad

The walk back to the condo from the coffee shop was brisk, but needed. The wind blowing across the ocean, moonlight illuminating what the streetlights couldn’t touch. After a day like today, all that I wanted to do was relax on the deck & listen to the ocean before bed. After what seemed like an eternity trying to fumble for the right key, I finally made my way through the door and into the kitchen to make some tea. Grabbing a mug from the cupboard, I turn around and immediately lose grip, dropping it to the floor, spotting a figure laying in the living room. The sound of porcelain shattering startled the figure, jolting up abruptly.

“Damnit Chris. Good thing it wasn’t my favorite mug or you’d be buying me a new one.” I joke, grabbing a broom & sweeping up the pieces.

“When is Neil gonna get some furniture?” He asks, making his way to the bar. I reach up to grab another mug to make him a cup as well.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” After starting the kettle finally, I excuse myself and head to the bedroom to change into some comfier clothes. I also call Charlene to see what’s up. After a few rings, she answers. “Chris is at my place. What’s wrong?”

“Husband and wife stuff.” She says, venom hanging on every word.

“Cut the crap, Charlene.” I say, laying on my bed.

“You’re one to talk. As if my husband hasn’t been seeing you behind my back. Don’t think I don’t know what’s been going on.”

“Yeah, maybe in the daydreams in your head. I’ve told you time and time again there’s nothing going on between us.” The woman doth project too much.

“Go ahead and keep lying to yourself, honey. I-“

“No, you listen. Don’t act like you don’t go around cheating on Chris. Or do I need to remind you about the whole hotel situation. Yeah, that’s right, Neil told me everything. Don’t continue to project onto him & I to make yourself feel justified in being a bitch.” I’ve always tried to play nice for Chris & Neil’s sake but I’ve never liked the woman. Never have and definitely never will for the way she treats those around her.

“Yano what, you can have him. I’m done talking to you.” She said, abruptly hanging up the phone. Nerves on high alert and anger already boiling, I let it take over and launch my phone at the wall. The moment it crashed, there was a faint knock & the door slightly cracked open.

“Just wanted to let you know the tea is ready. I finished making it for you.” Chris slowly walks in, two mugs in hand. Joining me on the floor by my bed, he passes me the tea. The burn of the tea feels nice, easing the aggravation.

“So what happened?” I ask, pulling the blanket down for us to share.

“Not enough steaks in the freezer.” He said nonchalantly, sipping on his tea.

“With what you guys do, I doubt that.” I mumble under my breath, “unless she’s also a gold digger.” To the untrained eye, it would’ve gone unnoticed, but a flicker of shock flashed in his eyes. “Don’t act surprised, Shiherlis. I’m not oblivious.”

“Vegas & the Super Bowl cleaned me out.”

“Everyone has their vices, some costing more than others. You don’t deserve half the shit she puts you through because of that though.”

He sets his cup down, full attention on me. “What do you mean by that?”

“I hope I’m not the one breaking this to you, but you realize she has something going for her on the side, right? Neil caught her sneaking around at that seedy motel near downtown.” He slumps down, putting his head in his hands. “This whole time she’s been trying to pin the blame on me, on us, saying we’re sneaking around but the whole time she was just-“

“Seriously? She’s been saying that shit to you this whole time?” He says, quickly sitting back up.

“Since the day we met. She’s never liked me and the feeling is mutual. Sorry-“

“Don’t be, I get it.”

The truth is, while there may not be anything but friendship between him & I, I’ve had feelings for him since soon after he and I met. Those feelings haven’t gone away, they’ve just gotten stronger the closer we got. Neil warned me not to get too wrapped up, especially with the job.

“There’s no point. That’s the cold truth of the business. Have no attachments, allow nothing to be in your life you cannot walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you spot the heat around the corner.”

“You took me in, didn’t you?”

“You’re a special case & you’re not here all the time. You know where to find me and I know where to find you if shit hits the fan.”

Chris’s head falling on my shoulder shook me out of my thoughts. He looked so at peace with the way the moonlight hit his face, blond hair falling down. Brushing it out of the way, attempting to help him feel as calm as he looked, he sat up again & stared me down. It was a little hard to read just what emotions he had on his face.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have played-“ he cupped his hands around my face, pulling me in for a kiss. The kiss didn’t last more than a couple moments, and before I knew it he was scrambling backwards.

“Sorry, I didn’t…I wasn’t thinking-“

“Don’t be sorry, Chris, just do it again.”

#chris shiherlis #heat #heat 1995 #val kilmer #chris shiherlis x reader

[itsscromp]

Jason Todd/Red Hood x reader platonic.

Hey again everyone, The blue beetle content has blown up and I'm in love with the love that it's sharing with the passionate community. so expect more soon, but for now, let's tap into another one of my favourite DC heroes, Now please bare with me as it's been a while since I beat the game so I'm a bit rusty. Also the opening has been inspired by charcter.ai and I'll count this as my prequel, to the game, and with that out of the way. Please enjoy :) word count:1.5K

Jason was still coming to terms with being brought back to life from the Lazarus pit, His memories were wiped and had to start over again. Before re-joining Bruce and the others, He was a lone vigilante saving Gotham City through whatever means necessary. Including killing people. But when he re-joined, he had to change his ways. Tim equipped him with non-lethal rounds for his weapons of choice, but he still felt lost and alone. Like he didn't have a purpose, but tonight things would look differently. As he was looking out over Gotham city, Patrolling the city for whatever crime, he heard footsteps, walking close to him.

"Your Red hood right ??" this young person spoke to him.

"Yeah, what's your deal ??" he said without even looking at you, still looking over the city.

"Oh good, well I'm y/n, or *superhero name* if you will. Bruce put me with you to partner up"

Jason finally turned to you, looking at your suit. It was like Alfred made it himself.

"Bruce ?? Partnering me with anyone ??, This outta be wild" He smirked under his mask and extended his hand out to you, shaking Jason's in return.

"So are you an official robin or something ??" he joked

"You could say that"

"So were gonna be fighting crime together now huh ??" Jason checked his pistols.

"I mean Bruce has put us together so.."

"Do you have any skills that help, Ya know, tech, fighting skills?"

You showed him your utility belt that you and Alfred went over, filled with necessary gadgets. You then pulled out your weapon of choice, two kali sticks.

Jason couldn't help but let out a whistle seeing the sticks "Where'd you get these ??" He asked eyeing the sticks.

"Custom made dude"

"Well damn, custom you say ??"

"Yeah it wasn't easy but I pulled it off in the end."

"I wouldn't doubt a single bit of that. you got skills kiddo- wait you are a kid right ??"

"22 turning 23 this Wednesday" (Nudge nudge wink wink)

"Well, I guess happy early birthday then." He chuckled

You chuckled and playfully nudged him, Him gently doing it back, he was starting to warm up to you.

"I'm gonna like working with you dude." Jason smirked again under the mask.

"Same here"

But as you said that, the two heard glass smashing, it sounded like it came from further up the streets.

"What the hell ??" Jason immediately pulled out his pistols ready for action.

"It came from further up come on" Y/n then pulled their grapple gun out and swung to where the sound was. Jason following suit.

Landing in the shadows, the two then found a group of armed thieves robbing a jewellery store. Jason smirked under the mask and cracked his neck.

"Get their attention, see if you can cause some noise while I sneak in and disarm them." He whispered not to alert the thieves.

"Got it" You then rushed out, pulling out your kali sticks and whacked one thief across the face, alerting the others "Hey dumb bimbos !!!"

Before they could even aim their guns at you, Jason came into the crowd of thieves soon after and disarmed then.

"Crap It's Red Hood!!!" One thief said before getting knocked out by Jason's non-lethal rounds.

Y/n and Jason fought all the thieves quickly, like a well-oiled machine, He was really impressed with your fighting skills. The thieves losing the fight, Jason and y/n tied them up as Gotham PD came in and arrested them, thanking the two before going.

"Well done y/n, this was a breeze with you by my side." Jason smiled slightly under his mask.

"Yeah, they didn't even stand a chance." You smiled under your mask as well.

Jason smirked and held out his fist for a fist bump "We'll make a great team, no doubt about it." For the first time since everything, Jason didn't feel alone. You then eagerly returned his fist bump.

"Come on, Let's head back to the cave and see what batman has for us"

The two then headed back to the Batcave, Y/n took off their mask revealing their face for the first time, and Jason also did, revealing the scar across his face and the white patch on his hair as an effect from the Lazarus pit. "Oh I haven't told you my real name, it's Jason."

The two then met Batman as he was looking through the Batcomputer to see any detections of villains around Gotham.

"Hey Bruce" Y/n spoke up, Bruce turned around and smiled slightly at the two.

"Welcome back y/n, I'm sure Jason hasn't been too much trouble ??"

Jason rolled his eyes but smirked.

"No, he hasn't, he's really cool actually, We were so badass taking down this group of thieves."

The two smiled as you recreated the scene.

"Ok, I have a mission for you two, It will be dangerous but I believe you two can pull it off."

"What do you got boss ??" Jason said as the two went over to the table and looked over some evidence that Bruce was looking over.

"Waylon jones, Killer Croc escaped Arkham Asylum a few hours ago, He's been wreaking havoc amongst the citizens, and from these traffic camera photos, it looks like he's taken refuge in the sewers of downtown Gotham."

"Gross... we gotta walk through shit."

"I understand this will suck, but this is only once. and Alfred will deep clean your suits after."

Y/n took a deep breath and went to the lab and prepared a tranquilizer for the metahuman.

"He's right Jason, just this once and then never again. Besides we can do this, we stopped a group of thieves."

"Your right y/n... we can do this"

Once the tranquillizer was finished, the two got on their batcycles and rode the way to downtown Gotham, finding the sewer lid he escaped into. taking a deep breath and opening the lid. the two jumped down and landed in knee-deep water. Y/n had almost gagged from how bad the smell was.

"Oh god it reeks in here, It's like the worst smell ever"

"Funny that, cause its literal shitwater"

The two then sucked it up and went on their way to find Killer Croc. As they ventured further, they heard the water trickle and were on high alert, pulling out their weapons.

"You heard it too ??"

"Yeah... Be ready"

You turned on your flashlight and investigated the surface of the murky water. Then a hulking figure rose from the water. Tall and very muscular. Razer sharp teeth and had literal crocodile scales.

"So... Chewy" Killer Croc grinned and licked his teeth.

"Yeah we are not on your dinner plans tonight"

Killer Croc charged at y/n before they quickly dodged his attack and were standing behind him. But a big mistake as Killer Croc swung his tail hard at y/n, and they flew to the wall and fell into the water. Yep, that was gonna hurt in the morning.

"*Superhero name !!*"

Jason then distracted Killer Croc by firing a few non-lethal rounds, But it didn't deter the monster. Roaring he charged at Jason. Quickly dodging it He landed a few punches before Killer Croc felt a sharp pain on his jaw, with y/n recovering and hitting him with his kali stick.

"You... are my first meal..."

"I'd like to see you try" You smirked under your mask.

The two then continued to fight Killer Croc, tiring him out enough before Jason pulled out his grapple gun, making Killer Croc trip and jumped on him, Getting him in a chokehold to keep his jaw from biting him.

"NOW !!"

You pulled out the tranquilizer and injected it into his neck, Killer Croc stopped lashing and slowly passed out from the effects.

"We did it..."

"Yeah... You ok, you took a beating from the tail swing."

"I'll be fine, It'll just bruise"

"Come on let's get this big boy out and we'll call it a night."

The two struggled to get him up, by god he was ever so heavy. By the end, you both managed to get him up where Arkham officers met you two. Waiting to take Killer Croc back, Putting him in a straight jacket and muzzle in case he comes too, they then drove off with killer croc in tow.

"That was intense huh Jason ??"

"It was, but we did it as a team. You and I aren't so bad bud" Jason smiled softly under his mask.

"Yeah me too, I can't wait to know what our next mission is tomorrow"

"Definitely, but for now. showers are in order"

"Yeah you stink" you smirked and nudged him

"So do you" He ruffled the top of your head as the two went back to the batcave.

Jason didn't feel alone, not anymore. He had y/n, alongside Tim, Barbara and Dick. He felt almost whole again. But nothing could prepare you all for the events that would unfold.

Taglist: @callofdudes A/n: I find Gotham Knights an underrated title.

#platonic #jason todd #red hood #gotham knights #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #Jason todd gotham knights

[herofics]

I had this insane dream that would make for a good Dabi and Shigaraki story? You know “Gaston” from “Beauty and the Beast” 

So it’s based around between season five and six so Dabi or Shigaraki (separate stories,) have a S/O well Re-Destro and Trumpet find out about Shigaraki’s or Dabi’s S/O and they are upset about it and they pull off this “Gaston” crap like “ it’s not right for a villain to have a lover because we’re villains we don’t have time for that shit and this ‘lover’ of Shigaraki’s or Dabi’s and (she or they) are going to get in the way of our ‘evil plans’ ” type of crap.

So do you like try to blackmail and threaten the S/O to scare them off and end the relationship (she or them) with Shigaraki or Dabi but S/O doesn’t have the heart to tell them because they love Shigaraki or Dabi so much but then Shigaraki or Dabi found out on their own about what’s going on and they are pissed as hell about the whole situation and they confront Re-Destro and trumpet about it and those two are terrified as af and they leave Y/N alone.

plus even skeptic knew about what was going on and he’s on Y/N’s side, because even he knew it was wrong of them to try and get in between Shigaraki or Dabi and their S/O.

A/N: I really liked this request tbh, sorry it took so long though. The Shiggy one went a bit differently than what you requested but oh well. Not my best work but eeeeh, I didn’t want to work on it anymore, since I started writing this like a month ago

~Dabi~

He already knew that the Meta Liberation Army people loved sticking their noses where they didn’t belong, but for god’s sakes. He normally wouldn’t care, but now that it involved him and you, he was pissed. This also explained the fact that you seemed to be distancing yourself from him.

He marched straight to your shared room and basically kicked the door open.

You had been sitting on the couch by the window, and almost dropped your phone when the door busted open.

“Why the hell wouldn’t you tell me?” Dabi growled as he approached you.

“Holy shit Dabi, you don’t need to give me a heart attack to get my attention” you said with a mildly annoyed tone. “Also what are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talkin about. That Trumpet guy has been tryin to get rid of you, hasn’t he?”

“Well he hasn’t tried to kill me or anything…” you downplayed the whole thing. “Besides, how did you even find out? I doubt he told you”

“That goth with all the computers told me. He loves to gossip apparently” Dabi rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I see. He does seem to know everything that’s going on around here” you grumbled.

“So, spill it” Dabi commanded.

You sighed and patted the spot on the couch next to you. Dabi sat down next to you and you explained: “Well, short version is, the MLA has big plans for you and they don’t need me to “get in your way” and “make you soft”, or something”

“What the hell?” Dabi groaned.

“Apparently their reasoning is that I take too much of your time, and you’d prioritize me over what you’re supposed to do. I don’t really know to be honest, they just don’t like me being with you”

“Those bastards…”

“It kind of got to me I guess. Of course the threats of violence had some part in it too, but I really don’t want to get in the way of what you need to do”

“First of all you’re not gettin in my way, and if you were, you wouldn’t be here. Second of all, I’m goin to burn that loud bastard alive”

“That’d be great, but I would rather you not incur the wrath of the rest of them, that’d just lead to more trouble”

“You think I care?” Dabi scoffed.

“Nope, but I thought I’d mention it anyway” you couldn’t help but smirk a little.

Dabi wasn’t going to let this stand. No one threatened his s/o and got away with it.

“I’m gonna go teach that Trumpet guy a lesson, he needs to learn to mind his business” Dabi shouted as he stomped out of the room.

“Oh boy” you muttered to yourself.

Dabi was intent on keeping his word. No one got to tell his partner what to do, well no one other than him.

He marched through the mansion in search of the damned politician, and when he finally got his hands on the man he did what he promised.

“You need to learn to mind your damn business. My relationships are none of your business” Dabi said as he decked the man in the nose.

“I’m just doing what’s best for the cause, you can’t fault me for that” he said as he held his now bloody nose.

“I don’t give a damn about why you did it, just know that you’re not going to do it again, or you’ll regret it” Dabi smiled manically, as he let go of the other man’s collar, making him stumble back.

“No, I won’t do anything, I swear” Trumpet promised.

“You’d better keep your word” Dabi hissed as he left the room. “Idiot”

~Shigaraki Tomura~

It’s not like he was the most attentive or observant guy around, but he wasn’t an idiot. He could feel you’d been getting more and more distant lately. He felt like he hadn’t seen you in days before you finally showed up at the hospital, about a day before he was supposed to start undergoing the experiments the doctor had planned for him.

“Haven’t seen you in a while” he said, staring out the window, not turning to look at you.

“How’d you know it was me?” you asked from the doorway

Shigaraki motioned towards your reflection in the window, still not looking at you.

“I’ve gotta come clean about something” you said as you walked up to him and placed your hand on his shoulder.

Shigaraki finally turned to look at you and he was surprised by what he saw. You were teary eyed and looked very upset.

“What is it? Who do I need to hurt?” he asked, with that familiarly malicious glint in his eyes.

You knew his malice wasn’t directed at you, but it still made you a bit nervous because you knew what usually followed. Someone was about to get hurt, badly.

“No, it’s not like that… Well maybe it is partly, but that’s not what I want to talk about” you sniffled, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. “I thought I could deal with this by myself, just do what he demanded and not cause you any trouble, but…”

“Who demanded?” Shigaraki had a feeling he already knew who you were referring to.

“Re-Destro” you muttered.

“That old man really doesn’t know how to keep his nose out of other people’s business” Shigaraki groaned. “What did he say to you?”

“He doesn’t want me to be with you, apparently I’m getting in the way of your greatness and potential and I have an unwanted influence on you. I don’t want to get in your way so I just kind of tried to stay away from you, the threats of violence added weight to his warning too” you explained reluctantly.

“Did he hurt you?” Shigaraki asked, sounding like he had to force the words from between his teeth.

“No” you lied, really hoping you wouldn’t make the situation any worse. “I just felt like I needed to tell you before whatever the doctor has planned for you, in case something happens…”

You already regretted telling him, because you knew he would gladly retaliate on your behalf even if you told him not to. You should have just kept your mouth shut, but there was no taking it back now.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me, and after it’s all done, I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch to make sure he never even looks your way again” Shigaraki assured.

“That might be overkill” you rolled your eyes with a sniffle. “At least let his serve his purpose in the war, he can die after that”

“You’re too nice to someone who threatened you, he doesn’t deserve it” Shigaraki sighed with an annoyed tone and pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’ll make sure he knows not to come anywhere near you before I’m back”

“Thank you Tomura” you smiled. “Also, I’m not being nice, I’m being practical”

“Whatever you say” he rolled his eyes.

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[kazoosandfannypacks]

Find the Words Tag Game

Tagged by @booksteaandtoomuchtv Thanks, bestie!

Rules: Find the words in all your current WIPs and post a snippet containing the words, then tag others with their own words.

My Words: tired, hand(s), and smirk.

I wanted to include one snippet from each of my major wips and since none of them contained the word "smirk," I figured I'd do two for the word "hand" and then include a little snippet from another wip for "smirk"

hand- sabezra gamergirl au, cygnetscholar superhero au

 Ezra watched as the player found the Warthog, and perfectly drove, splattering the Aliens that got in her way. Nearby there was a small opening, he watched the player take the truck through, by driving on the stone wall. If she flipped, it’d be all over. If not, she’d be more awesome than usual. The landing was about to happen, the anxiety was building,  and then… a hand got in between him and the phone, blocking his view entirely.  "Hey," Ezra said, pulling his headphone off of one ear so he could yell at his roommate, whose hand covered his phone.  "Hey yourself," Jai said, "we gotta get going; we're gonna be late."  Ezra hadn't looked at a clock since the stream had started, which was apparently three hours ago. Somehow it was already fifteen minutes before the dining hall stopped serving dinner, and it was at least a ten minute walk down that way.

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 Hope typed in a number on the keypad, and the door opened, not to a bunch of musty old boxes of Christmas decorations, but instead to a high tech and well lit room, complete with a fancy supersuit display case, a divider to change behind, an almost wall-sized computer, and a state of the art gaming chair— complete with a very frazzled guy in the chair.  "Another day saved," Hope said, "and I even had time to grab you coffee on the way back."  She snapped her fingers, and one of the cups she'd left at the door appeared in her hand.  "I don't drink coffee," he said.  "You think I don't know that by now, Gid?" Hope asked, "it's [OH CRAP WHAT KIND OF TEA DOES GIDEON DRINK]* tea."

tired- captain swan romeo & juliet & boybands

 Killian had hoped to draw as little attention to himself as possible as he left for his library date with Emma.   Liam, however, had never been one to ignore his little brother, even when he seemed engrossed in whatever he was doing  "Do you wanna go grab a pizza tonight?" Liam asked, pausing his show to ask.  "Wha– no," Killian fumbled, "I'm on my way to the library anyway; I'll grab something on the way."  "It's Saturday night and you're going to the library?" Liam asked, "we've got to get you a girlfriend."  Though Killian was tired of his brother trying to set him up on stupid dates, he had to admit, he appreciated the irony of that statement. "I wonder how he'd respond if he knew that's what I'm doing," Killian thought.

smirk- hooked on a feeling (millian soulmark au)

 Milah smirked a little, but thought of how awful it would be if Baelfire had to see something awful happen.  "Maybe this is a bad idea."

*text in capital letters and brackets indicates I need to fill in information after more research

Tagging some writer friends to participate in this challenge! Feel free to tag me back if you like, and I'll share some more snippets with whatever words you select! @laughingphoenixleader @kanerallels @jessicas-pi @silver-the-phoenix @jedi-nurse @seleneisrising and anyone else reading this! Your words are tree, eye, and water, but if none of those words appear, feel free to use the words I did!

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[kookiesandcreams]

FATHERS DAY // FOOTBALLER JUNGKOOK

Genre: heartwarming, toothrotting, cute fluff.

Warnings: nothing if you like kids.

Pairing: footballer husband!jungkook × footballer wife!reader

Wc: 1.5k

Summary: You decide father's day would be the best time to reveal the news and well, Aria, your daughter is your partner in crime.

An: writing this fic gave me sweet chills. I'm gonna write few more drabbles regarding this couple. Feel free to request and send I asks. Show love by liking, commenting and reblogging the post. Follow for updates. I hope yall like it. It's not completely edited. Thank you have a good day :)

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"Happy father's day, appa!", the little toddler squealed loud and attempted to grab her father's attention. Merely yawning as a response, her father doesn't budge. Her little giggles slowly turn into sobs, which immediately grab his attention. He could never see his princess crying.

Picking her up from beside the bed, he lays her on his chest. She calmed down the minute her squishy cheek touched her father's chest. He laid there, carrying the weight of his world on his chest, caressing her soft hair. He hummed a sweet melody, which drew your attention. Your feet padded towards your shared bedroom and you captured the scene in front of your eyes like a picture in a camera reel.

"Morning princess!" he squealed to her blowing kisses on her face.

"Happy Father's Day, Appa!"

"Thank you, baby," he said slipping his hands under her arms, picking her up, and smooching her plump cheek.

You coughed a little to grab their attention. Their head turned toward you.

"So, my baby and my baby daddy, all good? I heard her sobbing."

"Did you?", he asked you, raising his eyebrows.

"Aria, were you sobbing?"

She shakes her head in response, her cute pigtails swinging from side to side. There are times when you wonder, you must have saved a country in your past life to be blessed with such a gem of a man who had this princess with you.

"Jungkookie, now please get up, we have something for you!" You exclaimed.

"Really?", he asked like an excited child.

"Yes, now get up,"

He followed you to the living room, with your three years old in his arms.

Entering the living room, his eyes went wide as they could fall out of its socket.

"Wow! Is this all for me?"

"Yes," you smiled.

"Appa, that card is made by me," your daughter said, tugging at the collor of his T-shirt.

"This is the best gift I've got!" he said, carefully checking out the greeting card. It had three stick-like figures and something in the hands of the woman drawn in the picture, which he deduced, might be you.

The room was decorated with balloons and a cake was placed in the middle of it. Multi-coloured banners were crapped upon the doors. A stack of unopened gifts was placed in a corner, wrapped in smooth, shiny gift wrappers.

A huge cake covered in thick white icing and decorated with tiny pink roses sat in the middle of the table surrounded by brightly colored bowls that were filled with food. He was touched by this sweet gesture of yours. He embraced you, your daughter being sandwiched in between the both of you.

"I can't breathe Eomma and Appa!", she squirmed in his grasp.

"Yeah, yeah," he brushed it off, putting her down on the floor.

She giggled and hugged her father's leg. You watched the scene unfold, it was blissful.

"Appa, let's play foobaal?"

Jungkook laughed at her pronunciation but didn't mock her, for he loved his little bundle of joy to death. You still remember how distressed he was when the doctors alarmed you of possible complications during her birth. He was there by your side throughout your pregnancy.

"Sure princess," he patted her soft hair.

"Appa, go shee what Eomma got us," she ushered him towards the pile of presents.

There were two boxes with sticky notes saying 'can't wait to watch you play.'

He carefully opened the box bigger than the other one. He was shocked, to say the least. There was a pair of his favourite Nike limited edition studs. His eyes were filled to the brim. He hugged the box close to his chest and signed a breath of happiness.

"I can't thank you enough for this," he said and kissed you on your lips. Your lips molding perfectly with his. You drowned in the bliss of the moment as he held your waist and pulled you close.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

The little voice pulled you out of your trance. You were a blushing mess now. He caressed your cheek and pecked your forehead.

"Not to disturb your Eomma and Appa like this," he pretended to scold her.

Then he pulled the ribbon of the small box. He opened it to see a similar pair of small studs; one which would fit Aria perfectly. She was excited beyond the bounds. He held the small shoes in his hands and looked at you with his big doe eyes.

"My Y/N is the best!" He announced.

"There's something else too, but let's keep it for later, okay?"

"I'm already so full of emotions, I don't know if I can handle more," he chuckled.

"I know, right?" you smirked knowing that the later gift would surely have Jungkook on cloud nine.

You watched them fondly, as Jungkook taught your little princess, how to kick the ball.

"Appa..." she whined, "the ball will hurt my foot," she frowned.

"No, it won't. Just try to use the lace part and drabble the ball till the goal post."

"Okay. But you cannot come and snatch the ball," she said in a cute baby voice, attempting her best to convince her athletically competitive daddy.

"Hey!" he sounded offended, "it's not snatching, it's called tackling. And that's what the game is about."

"Eomma," the toddler whined again and looked at you with those puppy eyes you couldn't resist. Her eyes resembled those of Jungkook's.

You felt trapped again, but this time in her deep brown pools. Her eyes similar to her father's. The memories of the past flashed. How he proposed to you in the football stadium on your twelfth date. He liked you because you could play football, how silly! You chuckled remembering those days.

"She is a kid, baby. Just let her play,"

"But...Fine! Only this once!" He was adamant about competing with his own daughter.

You admit it was cute though; to watch them bicker and argue, then Jungkook would cuddle her to sleep. You would never ever trade this for anything else.

They played there for around an hour when Jungkook called you, "Baby, come join us,"

"No, I'm fine here," you try your best to avoid playing.

"Baby," he began, "just come and play. We both would love to have you here, right Aria?"

"Yes, Eomma! Please come and play with us?" she asked you sweetly.

"Okay, but I'll just shoot once, and then we will leave. I have another surprise at home."

The glint of excitement in your eyes was enough to convince Jungkook.

You stepped on turf. The trimmed grass reminded you of your college day; how people used to surround the ground and cheer for your team. You weren't the best player, but you surely were good one. Your hard work and resilience paid off well, you thought looking at Jungkook.

"Shoot, Eomma!" She hopped up and down.

"Yes, baby. Show us what you've got," Jungkook encouraged you.

You neatly examined the position and distance and sprinted to kick the ball with full force. Your calves cramped at the sudden jerk they got. A wave of pain shot through your back and you clutched your stomach as if protecting it from possible harm.

You missed it. Your ball hit the pole and retreated. But playing after a while gave you weird satisfaction. You sighed in defeat.

"Hey, are you alright?", he asked, concern visible in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm fine".

"Hey, you cannot just go and sleep!", you yelled.

"Ohh, why though?"

"Remember, another gift?", you try your best to pique his interest but he seems tired.

"Yeah," he says sipping on his coffee.

You get a small box wrapped in a pastel pink and blue color wrapper and present it to him. He carefully unties the ribbon and opens it.

The little onesie has him confused but it later strikes him.

He is bewildered now.

"Baby," he whines emotionally. His eyes filled to the brim again, "should have told me earlier,'

"Then how would have it been a surprise?", you giggle and hug him.

His arms envelop you tightly, sharing his love and warmth.

"Aria, come here for a group hug!" Jungkook calls for her.

She runs to your room, her little feet thumping against the cold wood of your floor. Reaching the both of you, she hugs your leg. Jungkook picks her up and kisses his chubby cheek and you are the next.

"You told him?" She asks you.

"Yes," you smile.

"Appa, now we all can play foobaal," she claps her hands.

"Yeah, and then there will be more players in our team." He declares smirking at you.

"Yes! A foobaal team?" She asks looking up at Jungkook.

"Yes, a football team," he looks at you, his eyes sparkling with a known twinkle.

You just shake your head and laugh.

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