#and I used to love fluffy romance stuff

[xxsidneywritesxx]

Hcs for Hashira men confessing!

Includes Tengen, Tomioka, Sanemi, Rengoku, Gyomei, and Muichiro

Warnings: Minor swearing! Minors MAY interact with this post, but hopefully only for Muichiro being as he is a minor <3 Reader is set as a female for these hcs!

This man already has three wives...he's pretty dang experienced in romance.

You're a hashira at the same time he is, and he admires how you dress. Your hair is also quite "flashy" to him.

"Hey, Y/n...looking flamboyant today. Nice."

"Oh....thanks Tenge-"

"No problem!"

If you have long hair, there's a chance he might want to style it for you. He's not a braiding expert like Kanroji, but he has three wives, so he's gotta know some good stuff in that department, right?

He admires you from afar for a bit before wanting to go on missions with you and hang out.

He'll go to his wives for help, and when he says you could possibly become love interest number four, instead of being jealous, they're ecstatic because they like you too.

So they scheme up a plan .

While you're out on a mission, Hinatsuru takes a...rather large rock, shoving it out in front of you while you were chatting with Tengen.

You're clumsy here so you don't notice it.

You trip, about to hit the ground WHEN

Ninja man catches you HAHA! He thinks he's so flashy and brags about it after that. He confessed to you while holding you.

"Y/n...can I be real with you?"

"Sure, but can you put me down first?"

"I...love you, Y/n, and so do my wives."

Your heartbeat pulses fast, and you smile. "I love you guys too...now put me down."

"No."

Giyu is stoic, quiet around the other pillars.

This doesn't change when you enter the scene...as his tsuguko. You're not much younger than him, maybe a year, tops.

While he does help you train, he keeps that same demeanor at the beginning of your mentorship.

He even has to get close to you to help you swing your sword at times, which for some damn reason...

It makes your heart beat fast??

No, there's no way you could-

Oh, yes there is.

After a few months or so of training with Tomioka, he seems to lighten up with you. He'll talk more frequently, asking you how your day was and what you were up to.

You'll definitely notice that he's warmer. But when out with the other hashira, his demeanor goes back to silence and staring.

You get curious, so you set him down and ask about it.

"Tomioka, what's been up with you? I mean, the changes aren't bad, but I wanna know why you've been acting so...social? Lately?"

He's blankly staring at you, looking at the floor, his haori, and then back at you.

"I thought you'd like it...if I talked more...because...I like you, I guess."

Hah. Awkward boi let's be honest.

You're another hashira in this hc.

You're very bubbly and talkative, kind of like Mitsuri. Of course, in the beginning, Shinazugawa Sanemi finds this annoying.

He'll shoo you away with every chance he gets.

It's only when you stop by his estate with a plate of ohagi for his birthday that his opinion of you slowly begins to shift.

You're still annoying as fuck in his eyes...but maybe you were tolerable?

It would take a few days of him ignoring you for you to storm into his estate, grab him by the collar, and scream at him.

Jk jk he'd fucking kill you

You'd actually walk into his estate and demand to hear what's up with him.

He'd attempt shooing you of course, but you're not gonna take no for an answer, are ya?

Didn't think so.

That's when HE grabs YOU by the collar, shoves you against the wall, and tenderly presses a kiss to your lips. He couldn't find the words to confess to you, so he used his actions. And they worked, becaue you kissed back, caressing his white, fluffy hair softly.

Rengoku would be straightforward with his feelings. He won't push you away, or ignore you, to figure out his heart because he's so in sync with his feelings that he doesn't need a second opinion or thought.

You'd be just another slayer, part of the kamaboko squad with Tanjiro and his pals, but you're the eldest, being around 19.

He'd invite you to have a picnic with him, classic, right?

You'd obviously be honored...I mean, a hashira invited you to eat with him!! What an honor!!

Not to mention he's a cutie

You meet up with him, it's around 12pm, he's there earliy, you're a little late.

"Ah! Y/n! Good morning!"

"...it's noon-"

"I know !! Good afternoon!!"

*Facepalms*

He would talk to you about your missions, what you've been up to, and one more question...

" I know we sincerely just formally met !! But you are gorgeous !! Would you like to be my girlfriend ?!"

You'd chuckle, covering your blushing face. Of course you're gonna say yes.

We're gonna keep Himejima's short n' simple.

You are a hashira, and you first met him at a meeting with the master.

His strength impressed you, and your friendliness intrigued him.

You talked a lot, being as you were both quite strong and were only called on extremely high ranked missions.

You both fell in love and told each other you liked the other in his estate.

Also, a plus, hugs with him are ALWAYS comfy.

You're a minor. And so is he, so it fits !

He's younger than you, but if he ever hears the word 'seniority' come out of your mouth, best expect a cold-hearted scolding.

He confesses through his crow to you. He can't bring himself to do it in person.

He won't admit it but he fell head over heels. He'll just say he loves you. You know how he feels, though <3

{ Sorry Mui's and Gyomei's were short </3 I got a lil lazy- }

#sanemi x reader #muichiro x reader #tengen x reader #gyomei x reader #rengoku x reader #giyu x reader #fluff #headcanons #Sanemi's were my favorite hehe #I love him damn

[owlf45]

romance me with mosquito facts

mosquitoes, when in a condensed enough space, sound like gentle rain.

i work with a specific mosquito species, called the aedes agypti, which carries diseases like dengue virus, west niles virus, and yellow fever. the males are generally smaller than the females, though emerge into adults sooner. you can tell the difference between males and females by the fluffy antennas of the males.

gay mosquitoes everywhere.

mosquitoes tend to be social, if stupid creatures. if you stick two mosquitoes alone in a cage, they probably wont chill (and wont mate). it's just not their style. this is especially frustrating when trying to set up specific genetic crosses.

although i never met them, there used to be a researcher at the lab who did the most batshit stuff. we keep our mosquitoes in mesh cages, so they can't escape but they can feed through the mesh (so we don't have to reach in and out of the cages and potentially let some loose). this old researcher used to grab the morning newspaper, roll up his pants, collapse in a chair and settle his calves over the mesh cages for literal thousands of mosquitoes to feed from him. for hours. i want to meet this man so bad.

mosquitoes are stupid and annoying and prone to killing themselves akin to a goldfish constantly getting stuck in a filter. but strangely enough, you grow to love them. they are simultaneously fragile and durable, easily discernible and difficult to hunt. you can tear their hind legs off and put them through shock a few times and they'll be fine, but a single finger will smush them (quite inconveniently, when you know that bitch could've moved!).

directly after bloodfeeding a female mosquito, if you kill her—often by clapping her directly between your hands (female mosquitoes are the only ones to bloodfeed)—the blood will still be warm.

although i dont screen larvae for traits as often as I used to (I tend to do more database/mosquito caretaking work now), certain gene-linked traits can be found physically in the larvae and pupae stages—sometimes they glow bright blue/green under fluorescent lighting, for example.

like I said though, i mostly work with caretaking. i do the bloodfeeding, i replace their food and water, and i make sure they're in good health and can lay eggs on a proper surface. the mosquitoes under my care live for about a month and a half, though if they're still alive by the time we need to hatch the next generation, we simply fridge them and kill them off. put mosquitoes in the fridge for a few minutes and they'll go to sleep. put them in for a few hours, and they'll usually die— we keep them in for 24 hours to make sure, though.

mosquitoes are difficult to contain. compared to other biochemistry departments, you have tiny creatures that are mobile and can fly, and can't always be seen by the average person unless they're specifically looking for it. I've worked in microbiology labs before, but if there was contamination, it was solely on the researcher. contamination from a loose mosquito is hard to track. this is all to say that I work in a bunker—double doors, minimal vents, no windows.

mosquitoes are the deadliest animals in the world. mosquitoes kill over a million people a year (hence my research). i sit in the back of the bunker sometimes, in the side warm room where we keep our cages of mosquitoes, hundreds of different genetically modified lines in progress at a time, and I have blood on my palms— blood that I fed to my subjects before I squashed them because they escaped from their cages, and I think about the fact that for over 200 lines of this species, I grow them from eggs to adults to death and hatch their offspring again and again and again. i think of lovecraftian horror and I hear gentle rain and remember images of war that keep me up late at night, and I wonder what's the point, for a few numbers in my bank account, and then another mosquito has gotten loose and lands on my arm and doesn't bite me, because it's already full; because i already fed it; because it's just looking for a small, dark place to rest in the folds of my jacket.

mosquitoes love to hide on black surfaces.

#my asks #ego cryptid tree

[authenticaussie]

Alright so I just finished Batman:TAS recently and started watching Superman:TAS and it delights me that the first episode is literally just: superman??? Who dat. This is aliens :)) (even if Brainiac does say "human error, Jor-el"). So obviously I do now have aus. Obviously <3 shout-out to @midnightluck for the Justice League, @cer-rata for Terry and @suzukiblu for Jordan + putting up with the initial ramble

So anyway Brianiac's satellite upload gets fucked up by Jor-el either in petty revenge or as an accident, and a part of Brainiac ends up on Clark's ship. The vague explanation I have is that Brainiac is the AI for everything and in TAS, Jor-el also does not realise he is "evil" and thus still uses his help as a navigator for Clark's ship while he is initially building it. The ship, however, is offline to prevent the Kryptoninan council from finding out about it, and thus, that section of Brainiac does not get taken back into the satellite upload.

As it is BARELY the 90's when the Kents find Clark after the crash, Brainiac is summarily useless thanks to the current lack of wifi, but manages to mostly teach himself English and Kal kryptonian, and decides that. >:( since they're BOTH there, they can BOTH be vestibules of kryptonian knowledge. And also Kal can get him more earth knowledge. The vibes entirely are: "Weird aspects of kryptonian culture taught by an unbodied dickhead historian" and while the argument is "but brainiac is evil!" Main brainiac is. But this is a subsection of Brainiac :) he learnt more stuff + Clark loves him soooo much.

Unfortunately. That is His baby now. He is not impressed with his baby. His baby bought him a growing chick the other day, with big sad eyes, and said the kryptonian word for fluffy!!! in such a mournful tone that Brainiac resigned himself to teaching kal about how growing up worked and that the chicken needed feathers to fly. This explanation ends with Clark collecting feathers and trying to jump off the barn roof, and he thus resolves to extend further co-parenting issues to the Kents. For his own personal convenience, of course.

It does of course ALSO mean that Brainiac, who has a loose definition of the words "surveillance state" absolutely gets in at the ground floor when the internet first starts up. Clark's influence relegates him to the background, but he is good at hiding ! So they don't realise they have an AI in the wifi! But ohhhh boy does brainiac scare a few people at first. Potentially tries to do his "i am helpful" schtick before realising he is not useful in this because he's basically just. Seems completely like a troll? He's some random person who's invaded the internet!!

However he is also the inspiration for google 😂 and calls it his younger, stupider sibling. It is also funny to me to think about earth compsci engineers having NO idea why sometimes the internet acts SO DAMN WEIRD <- brainiac's fault.

As a result though, when Clark starts up as Superman, Brainiac does NOT let the Kr project off the ground. Files are misdirected and blackmail is gathered. Until one day Kal says something sad about how he'll never be able to have a great romance, because he's terrified of telling anyone the alien thing, and that he's always thought about kids but he's kinda terrified because what if he hurts someone- and Brainiac is like ah yes wait. I shall fix this for my Only Kryptonian.

TWO kids for the price of one?!? he finds, after he goes searching, and then further prodding finds THIRTEEN children, extraordinary. Not all of them are viable because the earth scientists truly are incapable but Brainiac can fix the issues with their technology to ensure Kal has the children he wants.

"How many children did you think of, kal-el?" he asks, and Clark laughs at how kindly his friend/uncle/grandfather figure treats his silly selfishness.

"Oh, man, sometimes I think: as many as I can carry! But then- I don't want Superman to get in the way of being a good dad. Too many and I won't be there for them like I should, you know? I worry about that, I guess."

"As many as you can carry is a significant amount," Brainiac says dubiously, already imagining teaching these numerous children kryptonian culture and Also that they are Not chickens. "I do not think that can be fulfilled effectively."

Five minutes later Clark has five children and has realised his matchbox apartment and budding romance with Lois Lane are both complicated things he will now have to resolve. He's basically commuting daily to the Daily Planet from Smallville, thank god for superspeed and his endlessly patient parents, jfc

(Children I was thinking of: the destablised kon!clone from SB94/The Ravers, Kon, Match, Bizarro, and Mia. Alternatively they went old-school with Biz so Brainiac didn't get a chance to help him/he's older than the other kids when Clark finally mentions wanting kids, to Brainiac, and thus Biz ends up like. The kids' uncle. There ARE technically twelve clones before Kon. I could've given you thirteen-fifteen kids, Clark.)

Anyway this does mean that either a) when Lois finds out Kal is superman this is not his biggest secret, b) Kon rocks up as Superboy and Lois, once she finds out Clark is Superman, immediately goes: WAIT BUT SUPERBOY'S YOUR KID. ARE YOU MARRIED??? or c) everyone at the Daily Planet thinks Clark just. Got really unlucky with different people he slept with and someone in the world's wildest stroke of luck they all ended up pregnant. Because Clark Does Not mention a partner when it is eventually revealed he has kids.

He probably does keep them a secret for a while though. A) He doesn't want them to have to try and be "normal" since they're only just out of the pod and B) I feel like, weirdly, Clark is somehow that co-worker that people like. barely know anything about. You like them and they're so helpful! and good-natured! and then you get him in the office secret santa and realise you're not even 100% what his favourite colour is or if he has a pet.

Anyway, Lois: he is NOT expecting Lois to get pregnant and they have to have a Long talk about it because Brainiac is. :) Being an asshole about species compatibility and the fact that it is "not natural" for Kryptonians to be created biologically rather than properly, in a pod, and also: Clark already has five freaking kids. That's a lot of kids! Are they going to be okay having a brother that much (at least five-ten years I'm thinking, depending on if we go: Brainiac gives him multiple children of multiple ages, or multiple young children of the same age,) younger than them??? And then there's Chris, too, who rocked up just after Clark and Lois started dating, and is still pretty high needs because he only mostly speaks Kryptonian (and is lowkey terrified of Brainiac, so Clark's main babysitter is out) (also please please imagine how freaking cute the subplot of "chris realises this brainiac is not the nightmare his stories told him about; watching his new siblings do things that Brainiac would have killed them for, terrified for them because he heard the stories of how long Brainiac bided his time--)

But this is also: how many kids can we give clark, the fic, and thus they have Jon, and then Jon exhibits so many kryptonian characteristics and Lois doesn't mean to but she's a little wine drunk and says, "i love them, you know, they're all perfect, Jon's perfect, I was just- I'm terrified for him. If we raise him right he's gonna be just like his dad…and you know what? I was wanting my own little Lane. Someone to follow my footsteps. I'm feeling a bit outnumbered here, haha!"

Brainiac: hm. I will amend this. (Makes and artificially grows human!Jordan so he displays more human genetic characteristics As Lois Wants)

Brainiac: I have created Jon-el's twin for you, Lane. You are welcome.

Lois: um what

Clark: honey no you can't talk about children with Brainiac he will make more

Lois: WHAT.

Lois: OUR CO-WORKERS KNOW I DIDN'T HAVE TWINS, KENT.

Clark: …. you're gonna have to be one of those weird "I didn't know I was still pregnant" stories…. 😂

Lois: 😭 Clark you know those are only funny when they are NOT HAPPENING TO ME

Clark: you didn't know you were pregnant….. literally

Lois must engage in the gaslighting of all of her coworkers <3 What do you mean you didn't realise she had twins she's shown you both of them? Of course they look the same they're babies. Of course she always had twins. She carried them. Did you carry her babies? Of course she would know. Isn't that right, Clark? …. isn't that right, Clark?

Clark: "Where else would she'a gotten a baby from, guys? An alien?"

Brainiac: hello i have delivered the child. Where is my thanks? It has still not been conveyed? I am doing the Literal Best as the Literal Best AI ever? Excuse me? You ignore Brainiac?

Brainiac: death for one thousand humans-!!!

Martha: 🥰 Brainiac I'm so proud of you for always making sure these kids are taken care of. Giving us Jordan! Oh, you marvellous robot

Brainiac: …. acceptable, Matriarch Kent

either that or Lois shoots herself in the foot and everyone thinks Clark is STILL the man with the world's worst luck and the strongest genetics ever:

"Lois, honey…how are Jon and Jordan so close in age? If they're not twins?"

"Uh- Jordan is adopted!"

Everyone: looks at Jordan, who is Jon's splitting image

Everyone: …..okay

Anyway because this AU is wildly cliche, very obviously the Bit of Brainiac that helped Clark grow up re-integrates with Brainiac prime during a Big Dramatic Battle where all of the Superfam are getting hurt, and manages to stop/halt Brainiac prime from hurting Clark and the Kryptokids at the cost of his existence.

Jordan gets to punch it in the circuits cause he's the only one not affected by kryptonite but still has the general invulnerability. (And then Jon and/or Kon and meeting the LoSH and they realise their grandfather Brainiac has very much been continued in Brainiac 5's code :3 for an open-ish happy ending of "hey good exists forever and always regardless of heritage")

GRANDPA LEARNS LOVE AND AFFECTION.

GRANDPA CHANGES FROM GENERAL SELF SERVICE AND SELFISHNESS AND REALISES HE LOVES KAL AND THE KENTS AND HE WILL PROTECT THEM

GRANDPA ALSO WANTS ACCESS TO THE INTERNET. There is a constant battle and it does work for a while because he is elected babysitter of the kryptokids and he is only a small part of Brainiac, five kids does stretch the circuits he developed from Clark's pod, but it's a constant cycle.

"Kal-el, son of house of el, I demand google, I have not finished investigating the 'man of Bats'. Why are there two variations of his name?"

"You mean Dark Knight?"

"THERE ARE THREE? KAL-EL, PROVIDE ME WITH THE WIFI IMMEDIATELY--"

Also when Brainiac finds out that Clark's birthday falls on a human holiday he. He tries. He tries to do pranks. Most of them are vaguely and accidentally evil (Chris cries when Brainiac takes over the internet for the day and makes every search engine answer questions wrong), but he tries. He knows Clark likes pranks! He is trying to participate! It's family bonding!!!

Braniac: It is your 33rd April fool's day.

Clark: Yep!

Braniac: I have finally decided to assist you with a prank.

Clark:...oh?

Braniac: Behold! (Small boy with dark hair, blue eyes and a square jaw walks in, dressed in a decent little suit.)

Clark: Braniac you CANNOT keep making...Wait. No. No you didn't--

Braniac: A prank to share with your closest friend!

Braniac: I have been calling him "Bruce" for my records, but you may want to pick something else for clarity.

Clark: 😦😳😬💀

(And thus we have Terry)

Also, while Clark is pretty secretive about his kids, when/if any of them go out with a Superfam name, and/or after he gets closer with the Justice League, there are little slip ups. He does really love his kids!!! And at the point where he's joined the JL he's been with Lois for a few years now and is used to mentioning them every now and then at the Daily Planet/trauma sure does bond you together :) and he trusts the core members of the JL pretty well. Someone makes fun of Bruce for his "hoard" of children and his "adoption problem" and Clark snorts and then chokes. Bruce has barely adopted Tim and/or has only just gotten Cass. Four? Please, Clark's almost at double digits.

Or Hal is talking about the fact that he doesn't know what to get his niece for her birthday; Clark asks how old she is, and goes "Seven? Oh, yeah. Go for Monster High, it's really big right now. The dolls are pretty cool."

"Lol why do you know so much about dolls, you have a secret collection-"

"What? No, my daughter likes them."

Hal:

Barry complains about how many birthdays he has to go to and Clark laughs. "Oh, tell me about it! Mia, Mark ((Match)), Chris and Mara all had birthday parties for their school friends in the same week - thank god for superspeed, right?"

Barry, who was talking about volunteering to visit kids' birthday parties at different orphanages in Central: Clark what are you talking about.

Also, Clark's an idiot and decides to introduce Brainiac's "prank" to Bruce on the watchtower because hey! It's neutral ground! And none of his kids can hear into space, thank fuck.

Clark: so....Bruce....you know how you were complaining about being an empty nester. Now that Damian's gone to college. Well. Hm. (pulls Terry from behind him) Surprise!

Bruce: .......You have a new child.

Clark: er. Well. sort of!

Terry, staring at Bruce like the autism creature: O_O

Bruce: .....I have a new child.

(also probably terry's backstory then includes some amanda waller induced kidnapping and potentially a bit of amnesia and adoption by another family but hey, he finds bruce again eventually!)

(also match does try and be the badboy of the family and does hang out with thad, when thad comes up to kill Bart, but. they both just. accidentally vaguely rehabilitate each other? They're not good, but they don't murder, at least. It's a low, low bar. When Clark tries to disappointed-face him, Match just says he's following in Grandpa Brainiac's footsteps and does Clark REALLY expect him to disregard a family legacy-- and you can give him some suicide squad angst or whatever, but the fam is still. there for him.)

(Mia and Kara get into a fist fight when they first meet; then they are best friends. Mia's not great at 'being Kryptonian', especially because she was one of the first attempts, and as per canon is technically a human who they tried to overwrite with Kryptonian DNA, and thus doesn't entirely understand Kara's connection to their 'home', but as a result she also ends up being Kara's confidant in it, because unlike Kal she does understand being taken away from your home and not being able to go back to it, and yet does not have...the same connection the way the other members of the Superfam do, and the disconnect allows Kara to actually talk about Kyrpton instead of mourn)

(Kon does try and grab the spotlight; Clark is trying to let him have freedom, after both Mia and Match went a bit....bitey at his attempts to keep them safe until they were older, but he's still the more naive of his siblings. Thankfully for Clark, he does get to introduce Kon to Robin, and while they don't hit it off, it is enough to mitigate the worst of the fallout of Rex's sleazy bs and Knockout's crimes ): When he joins YJ Clark is both proud of his heroism and a little scared that one of his kids is actually deciding to follow in his footsteps.)

(Mara is Kon's destabilised clone, from when he learns about paul westfield. We did not have enough girls in this family and thus part of their journey of self-identity was the fact that in a family of loud personalities they weren't great at speaking up; it takes a while for them to admit they want a new name and to use she/they pronouns, but by the time Jon and Jordan are five everyone's used to the change. Mara and Kon are closest, even though Kon and Mark/Match are technically sort-of twins; they clash waaay too much in temperament and personality. Kon was much better at playing protector to his little sibling, especially after they came out, and Mara shares "Supergirl" with Kara - she's only a backup member of the titans, though, and has the compassion and strength for heroism but sometimes too much empathy. Does a lot of relief work and peaceful outreach programs. They love a lot.)

(Chris?? no self sacrifice here!!! He has a bunch of fucking siblings with TTK, he is NOT going into that portal)

(There are two Nightwings; every now and then they debate who should switch to Flamebird, jokingly, and yet both of them have perfectly valid arguments - it's kryptonian! / I look good in blue! - and thus it never comes to fruition. When Mia and takes on Flamebird they give it up entirely; it helps that Chris ends up doing a lot of intergalactic work, so there isn't much confusion on earth with the call sign.)

When Jon is old enough to want to switch from Superboy he 100% puppydog eyes Chris into giving him the Nightwing handle so he can give it to Dami, and snags Flamebird from Mia. Dick decides he can live with that and is trying to take care of his own kid so is semi-retired (and can snag it back from Dami if he ever gets too bored).

For a bit there are def still two Flamebirds, but then Mia and Chris decide to team up for intergalactic stuff and to bully Mara into more fistfights, so then they're Trio and just go by Mar-El, Lor-Zod, and Mi-El. I know that is not how female names work on Krypron but I also think Lois Lane, who kept her name and also gave both Jon and Jordan her last name, hyphenated, heard of that shit and went "absolutely not". Either that or Mara decides to keep her Kryptonian name as Mar-El and Mia is Mia Kal-el, or copies her mom and is like naw Fuck This, especially considering her.....lack of general connection to Krypton? Could be fun for any :3 (Or maybe in space she just goes by Lane; time for her semi-mom to get recognition. Mara is already showcasing the house of El, Chris is rehabilitating the house of Zod, she's gonna kick butt for the house of Lois.)

....Though this does potentially mean i have accidentally called Match "Mat-el" and the Barbie jokes from that. Would be. Iconic.

Anyway that's the Grandpa Brainy au! Tune in next week when I force Cerata to watch Arthur and the Invisibles with me and start talking about bug-prince Kon-el and Lois' adventure to save her husband from a tiny evil overlord.

#alternatively this is. give clark ALL the kids: the fic!!!!!! #wow i wonder if you can sense a theme in any of my works 🤔 #bip bop nari drops #dc #superfam #clark kent #superman #nari is writing #lois lane #clois #grandpa brainiac au #grandpa brainy au #batman #bruce wayne #superboy #jon el #kon el #match #supergirl #OF FUCKING COURSE IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS OR IDEAS FOR THIS PLEASE SHARE THEM <333 #i am an au maniac <- im so sorry //lying #justice league #fic ideas i probably won't write

[y13evie]

Hi so I saw that you are open to write for house md and I'd like to ask for a chase fic. Like reader is house's kid and either works at the hospital too or gets admitted there but also knows chase and is in a relationship with him. Plot can be fluffy, smutty and/ or angsty I don't really care but I'd like to know how house would react if he sees them interact etc.

Idk if you see this or like the idea but I wish you the best and I really like your fics

hiiiiii anon!! i love this idea sm and i LOVE ROBERT CHASE WITH MY WHOLE HEARTT. dad house is so sweet and cutesy. i tried my best for u

tags: robert chase x houses kid! reader, one use of y/n, house is stubborn but loves u, just fluff

this is embarrassing. never in your twenty-five years of life would you imagine yourself in the hospital that both your father and boyfriend work at. yet here you are, with a 4 cm laceration on your right hand. the triage nurse had just sent you off and notified you that a doctor will be with you shortly. from your room window you could see dr foreman patting a familiar face on the back, probably saying something along the lines of “this case is yours bud”.

as soon as chase read the report he hurriedly rushed into your room. you shot him a sheepish grin and lifted up your hand to reveal the gash.

“my god, y/n”, he sat down next to you and took your hand gently into his gloved one and inspected the wound. he looked up at you, as if asking for an explanation.

“maybe i shouldn’t garden alone. i picked up this clay pot. the way it was sitting had been bothering me for a couple days now. i’m guess i’m not as strong as i thought i was because i dropped it and as it shattered, it cut me up pretty good.”

chase sighed at your stubbornness, something that had drawn him into you since early in your relationship. he took one of his gloves off and gently stroked your hair. he rambled on about how you should really be more careful and call him if you needed anything too laboring done. you weren’t listening. you were staring into those blue eyes. you weren’t into all that cheesy romance stuff but god, those eyes are stunning. your moment was quickly put to an end when harsh tapping could be heard from outside your window. you knew that sound from anywhere.

“you decided to be the one to doctor on MY kid”

house, or dad as you call him, hastily shuffles into your room and gives you both a judgemental look. robert rolls his eyes,

“foreman gave me the case first, i'm just doin’ my job”.

house hobbles over to check your vitals even though it’s a minor issue compared to what they deal with on a daily basis. you know your dad loves you and cares but he’s not the best at verbally expressing it. you knew he would probably just sit there and observe, so you turn back around to your extremely, worried boyfriend.

“soooo” you drag out the ‘oh’ sound, to show him you’re not worried. “whatcha doin after work handsome?”. chase runs a hand through his blonde hair and lets out a long, exasperated sigh.

“i was planning to go on a cute and sweet date with you, but instead i’m gonna be dr. chase for another 12 hours”.

he sounded tired but you knew he was more than happy to care for his darling. just as you two were planning out your evening, your father and robert’s pagers began harmonizing. chase gives a quick but passionate kids to your temple. house makes his gag be known, sticking a finger in his mouth for dramatic effect.

your dad lingers in the room for a moment, giving your shoulder a squeeze. it’s still gonna take time for him to adjust to the fact his child is dating his co-worker. but you’re not his little baby anymore and he knows it.

when he heads out his parting words are,

“i’ll have someone stitch you up kid, stay put”.

you lean back in the bed and continue to add pressure to your wounded hand. a few minutes pass and your sweet boyfriend stops by again. and takes a seat at the stool beside your bed. he has the tools to stitch up your hand. to distract you from the pain, chase sparks a conversation.

“your old man..” he chews the inside of his cheek. you know exactly what he’s gonna ask. “does he like me? and not as a co-worker. does he think i’m a good fit for his kid?”. your heart sank at the thought of robert thinking he’s not enough. truth is, your dad did like him. though he would never admit it, the fact robert makes you happy, makes your dad happy. he’s real bad at showing it, but you know it’s true.

“he’s a grump, chase. he likes you. he might never admit it. but the fact he hasn’t beaten you to death with that cane of his really says something.”. you can tell your reassurance helped. you loved robert, and he loved you too. before you knew it the stitches were finished. he pulled out a sling from a cabinet so you won’t irritate the stitches too much.

“hey, i’ll get your discharge papers. we’ll have you out of here soon”.

chase pressed a kiss to your lips this time, and he stayed there for a minute. hand on your jaw to keep you steady. you moved your lips in unison, running your free hand through his hair. a sharp pain stabbed your hand and caused you to pulled away and gasp. he reminded you to take some pain medication once home.

before he headed out the door, robert whips around and sternly demands,

“i don’t ever wanna see you in here again.”

#house md x reader #house md #robert chase x reader #robert chase #robert chase x you #house m.d. #house m.d. x reader #reqs open #i love robert chase #he’s so baby girl i love him #this idea is so cute anon

[darling-i-read-it]

Limo

Johnny Cage x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k 

Warnings: jealousy/insecurity, insinuations to smut (natural johnny jokes), lots of drinking for some reason idk what i was on 

Author’s Note: i loveee johnny and writing for him is so fun. I think i kinda mixed the spicy fluffy lol, i hope you liked it darling!! I had sm fun with him <3 

Requested: by anon, I loved your Johnny Cage fic. Can I request another one where he’s with the reader, but she’s still nervous he still has feelings for Sonya? Fluffy or spicy ending is completely up to you, but a happy ending for everyone is all I ask. You’re the best!!

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Johnny wouldn’t call himself a frequent drinker. He liked to have a beer at events and a glass when he was winding down at home. Sometimes he would have a nightcap, just to end things right. Every once in a while he would go out drinking with friends. Well, he liked to drink with you, that was always fun. 

So maybe Johnny was a frequent drinker. But he wouldn’t call it a problem. 

Your giggles were like music to his ears. He could hear them from another room, identify it in a crowded space. He sat across from you on your shared California king bed. The bedroom was filled with posters from his movies, larger than life, a huge TV hanging from the wall. There was a discarded beer bottle beside you. You had a glass of your favorite in hand, something Johnny had made for you. He was a bartender in a movie. Ten years ago. 

“No more Jon. No more,” you said, and you were still giggling. 

“C’mon, c’mon. Don’t be a party pooper.” His words were slurred. You could understand him despite it. 

“There’s no party!” you argued lightly. It was just the two of you at home, in bed. He had turned on some music, connecting it to a speaker in the lights. He had the whole place rigged with random electronics. 

“This is our party,” he said, grabbing your hands. He spilled your glass and you were both laughing again. 

“You’ve been to real life parties Johnny. All the good ones, the crazy Hollywood ones. You call this a party?” 

“Yes! This is my favorite kind of party!” 

You were only slightly intoxicated. In fact, you were mostly drunk from Johnny's presence. You enjoyed moments where you just got to sit together, laughing at his absurdness. People tend to think it’s his downfall. In truth, it was the most charming thing about him. You had never known Johnny to be anything except pleasant and funny. 

“Oh come on,” you said. You put down your glass beside you. Your bedside table was covered in things, from tissues to pills. You looked back up at him. He had sunglasses on top of his head, even though the sun had gone down ages ago. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. His natural state of being. “What’s been the craziest party you went to?” He thought about it for a moment. He sat back, letting go of your hands. You raised an eyebrow at his studious gaze. 

“There was one like five years ago. People were hangin’ upside down, snorting stuff!” He shook his head, laughing fondly (and drunkenly) at the memory. “Like from the ceiling from hooks! I tried to get up there but Sonya told me I wasn’t allowed to. She was always a party pooper, never wanted to have any fun in front of other people.” He shook his head, a far away look on his face. “She did let me lift her up so she could order us drinks over everyones head. That was hella smart,” he pointed out. 

Your face lost some of its joy at the mention of Sonya. You tried to bring your smile back, not let it bother you. Johnny had always been open about his past romances. He was a womanizer, it was part of his image. Even after his constant assurance, it bothered you a bit. The random girls less so. 

Sonya Blade though…

It was his longest relationship before you. They still worked together sometimes. He still mentioned her, off handedly, like she was a fond friend. 

“You good babe?” You blinked a couple of times, looking back in his eyes. You plastered a fake smile onto your face, trying to let the alcohol in your system sink in. You nodded quickly, grabbing your glass again and bringing it to your lips. 

“Perfect!” You cleared your throat. “Sounds insane.” 

“We should try that next time,” he said. “It was one of my better ideas.” You nodded again. He squinted, sitting all the way up on the bed. The comforter was all messed up from the two of you moving around it. He couldn’t exactly place what had gone wrong but he knew something had been changed.

“You have plenty of good ideas.”

“Yeah, one time I used my powers to get us free drinks.”

“You still do that.”

“It’s really successful. Can you blame me?” You shook your head. You finished your glass. Johnny studied you, squinting his eyes.

“I’m gonna get another glass.” 

“Wait wait, woah!” He grabbed your hand before you could go far. “Wait, something just happened but I don’t know what it was. The vibe changed.”

“Nothing changed,” you assured him. “I just want another glass!” Johnny didn’t know a lot but he knew you. He knew the way you smiled and the way you sometimes covered up your emotions to save him. Even when he said you shouldn’t, you did. 

But arguing with you seemed like a mute point. He wanted things to stay good. That’s all he’s ever wanted. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes Jon.” You leaned forward, giving him a kiss. His lips were plump and extremely kissable. It never failed to make you feel better. You kissed the edge of his mouth, leaving faint flutters on his skin. He smiled, shining his movie star smile. 

“Can you get me another too?”

-

Johnny hadn’t even broken a sweat. He could go for round after round and come out of it unscathed and ready for another. You hopped back up, rubbing the tiredness from your face. You stretched your neck back and forth. 

“Tired already?” he teased. You rolled your eyes. You guys had started to train more together. It saved you both a trip to a gym and it proved that you could get all your anger out in a healthy way. Healthy being a relative term. 

“I’m goin’ easy on you,” you joked. You stood up straight. 

“I don’t like it when you lie to me,” he joked. You rolled your eyes and walked over to the edge of the matt so you could grab a drink of water. You were less ‘indestructible’ based and more ‘power’ based. “You know there’s always other stuff we can use the mat for.” He walked over to you, grabbing his own bottle. You gave him a look as you gulped down your water. He smiled suggestively. 

“I’m not falling for that this time.” 

“You make it sound like you aren’t a willing participant.” He flipped his water bottle and caught it. “Hey, there’s a party in the hills tonight. I was gonna go but I figured I could take you.” You hummed in consideration. He watched you eagerly. 

“Sounds like you have ulterior motives.” 

“I always have ulterior motives.” He was looking down at you with a hopeful gaze. Johnny’s eyes crinkled at the sides. Parties with him were always fun, if not overwhelming. He knew everyone and always wanted to talk to them. He dragged you around like a trophy. But by the end of the night, you were always laughing and always gleefully drunk and happily tied to his side.

He tilted his head. 

“Please?” 

You bit your cheek, making an exaggerated face of contemplation. 

“Alright.” 

“Yes!” He kissed your forehead, giving you finger guns. You rolled your eyes. “I’m gonna go start getting ready. Takes me forever, you know.”

“I know Johnny.” 

“I gotta call the limo.” 

-

“Drink! Over here!” 

“Johnny, you have to order the drink!” you said, laughing. He looked down at you, shaking his head. 

“They’ll figure it out!” “What’cha want man!?” 

“Fuck!” Johnny exclaimed. You laughed, knocking your head against the booth. You were shoved right beside Johnny, close enough where you were practically sitting on him. You had an arm over his shoulders, tracing things into his neck. It was making him restless. Which made him hot. “Something fruity!” 

“For the lady?!” 

“For me! I like fruity things!” Your laughter intensified. He turned back to you. 

“What? What?!”

“Nothing,” you promised. You patted his chest. You were both down a few. It was so loud. The flashing lights made you feel immediately higher than you were, Johnny’s voice drowning into the music. People’s voices were overlapping in excitement, there were bodies on bodies, sweat and spit swapping. 

The waiter gave Johnny some magical drink of unknown origins. He started to drink it immediately. 

“Oh fuck,” he muttered. “Sonya used to love this shit.” You tensed. You didn’t want to have this conversation here, now. 

“Yeah?” You receded your hand. You put it in your lap. 

“All tough girl but always liked the fruit drinks,” he explained. “Pineapple juice or something.” You grabbed your drink and took a swig. The liquid going down your throat felt good, despite the burn. 

“Hm.” He turned to you, noticing the absence of your touch. 

“You good?” 

“Great!” you lied.

“You sure?” You turned to him. You couldn’t be sure if it was the liquid courage or the environment but it made you want to say something. You wrapped your hands around the glass tightly. 

“You sure talk about Sonya a lot,” you observed. You hadn’t meant for your voice to come off as aggressive as it did. It was fueled by the constant silence, the moments where you bit your tongue. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. There was a flash of hurt across his eyes but you didn’t catch it. “I mean, if you wanna talk about her that much, you don’t have to do it with me. She’s your ex Johnny.” 

The music muffled in Johnny’s ears. It was like he was watching you speak outside of himself, like it wasn’t him you were speaking to. You were always fun and easy to bounce off of. You never showed any sort of issue with Sonya outwardly. 

“I didn’t know,” he said, voice almost inaudible over the club. 

“C’mon,” you grumbled. “I know all of the dates you guys used to go on. What kind of books she would read, the drinks she would order.” You fidgeted in your seat. You weren’t sitting on top of him anymore. “I mean, it’s like you still love her.” Your voice was laced with venom, all the insecurity behind it coming through. 

Johnny’s big puppy dog eyes fell. He had no idea you felt like that. He wished you had told him before. He started to shake his head aggressively, turning to face you with his entire body. He grabbed your hand gently. His big hand held yours with such soft intentions. 

“I don’t. I swear to you,” he said, trying his hardest to ground his voice. “I don’t love her anymore. I love you.” You didn’t make eye contact with him. “We were just together a long time, some of the stories I wanna tell you have her in it.” 

You finally met his eyes. You felt immediately embarrassed, sobering up quickly. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry I brought it up,” you said, shaking your head. 

“No, it’s something. It clearly bothers you.” He made you face him. His eyes were oozing with concern. He still looked kind of drunk but he could have fooled you. “I’m sorry.” He held your hands tightly, putting your drink back on the counter. 

“Me too.” 

“Don't apologize.” He bit his lip. “Baby.” 

“Johnny.” 

“You wanna dance with me or somethin?” You laughed gently. 

“I do.” 

“I promise I’ll stop bringing her up so much. I don't love anyone but you.” 

“Samesies.” 

“Cool.” 

“Cool.” He gestured with his head towards the dance floor. “Dance?” 

“Or we could skip the dancing all together and go back to the limo?” 

“My girl. My girl, my girl.” He inched closer to you, kissing you cupping your face. You felt entirely consumed by his scent. He stood up, holding your hand. He slipped off his shimmery jacket and handed it over to you. “It’s gonna be cold outside for a minute. Put this on.” “Yes sir.” He moved around the other people at the table, saying quick goodbyes to anyone sober enough to pay attention.  He threw his arm over your shoulder. You put your arm on his hip. He leaned down to whisper to you as you left. He tossed some money on the table. 

“I just wanted to put more clothes on you so I could take them off.” “I know Johnny.” 

“We should get matching tattoos.”

“Johnny, one thing at a time.”

#johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x fem!reader #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat fanfiction #johnny cage imagines

[pray4byron]

hey mio! Hopefully ur less burnt out! Could I maybe get some head cannons with vox, velvette, and mayhaps gn reader(yes I'm replacing that bitch Valentino) ? Maybe them having a movie night and arguing over what movie to watch, what snacks they all have, them all snuggled up on the couch!! Just some fluffy stuff, luv ya mio!!

-🎺 anon

hello 🎺 anon!! this actually inspired me quite a bit, so i’mma be bold and do a few scenarios!!

this was so fun and cute so i hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Profanity, use of Y/N

“Maybe Rom-Coms Do Come True…”

Vox x Reader x Velvette

You come into the lounge, setting the tray of snacks down on the small table infront of the T.V., your boyfriend and girlfriend already saving a spot between them just for you, smiles on both of their faces, and you couldn’t help but notice how cute they both looked.

Velvette had a matching pink and black P.J. set on, a buttoned short-sleeved shirt, and shorts, with matching slipper with bows on them.

Whilst Vox has just gotten out of work, he was in half-work clothes, half-casual clothes, he still had his dress pants on, but he sported one of VoxTech’s new hoodies.

“Soo…” Vox mumbles under his breath as he fiddled with the remote. “What are we watching tonight?” He asks, turning to both of his partners, his eyes scanning them for an answer.

Velvette’s eyes light up immediately, “We should watch a Rom-Com!”

Vox’s screen rolls back, as he let out a groan, “We watched one last week!” He complained.

“Actually, bitch, you’re wrong! We watched one last time I picked!” Velvette corrected, crossing her arms, leaning forward to get a better look at her boyfriend while she spoke.

“Which was three weeks agooooo! That’s basically the same thing!!” Vox groaned once more, “Let Y/N pick this time! They have better taste than you anyway!”

Velvette jokingly scoffs, putting a hand to her heart, “Well at least I don’t play the same, dumb traffic-light, high school broadway musical!” Velvette retorts.

“Well I’d rather watch that every week than ‘Dance Moms’ or that stupid mafia romance!” Vox argues back.

“‘Heathers’ is a blessing to the musical world, don’t you dare, Velvette!”

“Exactly what I’m saying!”

“Vox you don’t even know anything about ‘Heathers’…” Velvette rolled her eyes.

“So what?!”

Eventually, you guys settled on a Rom-Com, against Vox’s better judgement.

Honestly, you were pretty neutral about Rom-Coms, but tonight was very enjoyable for you.

Between Velvette’s screams about why the protagonist and love interest haven’t kissed yet, or when Vox would boo and throw popcorn at the T.V when something would happened that he didn’t like, it was very entertaining to watch your lovers get so invested into something.

As the movie went on, you and Velvette began to notice that maybe, just maybe, Vox was enjoying the movie after all…

Through all the screams, laughter, and tears of the movie, it really was the best movie night yet, maybe Velvette did have good taste.

But once the love interest and protagonist do kiss, you’re surprised there’s no screams… No screams from Velvette… No screams from Vox…

Your head turns, you notices the limp grip Velvette’s hand has on yours, and you notice that your girlfriend is curled up against Vox’s side, and Vox has a lip arm around you both.

And the only thing you can do, is smile.

Maybe Rom-Coms do come true…

#hazbin hotel #mio’s writing ! ☆ #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #x y/n #x you #fanfiction #🎺 anon #velvette headcanons #velvette hazbin #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #velvette x reader #velvette x you #vox x velvette #vox x reader #vox hazbin #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #vox x y/n #vox x you #velvette x vox #vox x reader x velvette #velvette x reader x vox

[gleamingyu]

hits different.

part I of the midnights series. inspired by taylor swift’s midnights. part II

pairing: music-producer!seungcheol x lawyer!fem!reader [exes-to-lovers]

genre: romance. slight angst. drama.

warnings: she/her pronouns for reader (but no specific physical characteristics). mentions of a pretty rough breakup. slight angst. some light cursing. mentions of death (jokingly though). terrible knowledge of law stuff (thank my brief interest in htgawm). yearning. loads of miscommunication. slow burn. cheol & reader are both stubborn. mentions of drinking. alternating povs. lower caps intended [if there’s anything i missed, please let me know!]

word count: 4.7k

notes: this is the first part of a new series i thought of! this is also my first time writing (or more like, finishing writing) something, so please be kind! any comments, reblogs or likes are welcome. and thank you to whoever decides to give this a chance :)

summary: still recovering from a not-so-fresh breakup, seungcheol leans on his friends to get back on his feet. it turns out to be much easier said than done, especially when his record label recruits the help of a law firm to deal with a recent scandal, which just so happens to be the same firm his ex works at. just his luck.

if anyone could see the scene in front of mingyu, they’d be severely concerned, much like he is at this very moment.

seungcheol is quite literally buried under a pile of blankets on his bed, the only visible part of his body a tuft of his dark brown hair. the floor of his bedroom is covered in clothes and empty food containers, and the air feels so stale and hot, it’s taking everything in mingyu not to gag. there is no light coming into the room except from the lightbulb shining in the hallway where mingyu is standing, and… is that… phoebe bridgers he can hear playing from somewhere?

mingyu glances down at his feet where kkuma, seungcheol’s devoted dog – and only girl who’s ever truly loved him, according to him – is sitting staring right back at him, a look on her fluffy face that mingyu swears looks just as depressed as her dad.

“this is way worse than i thought,” mingyu sighs, finally stepping into the bedroom. “okay, enough of this!”

mingyu grabs the blankets on the bed and pulls them away, revealing a very aggravated seungcheol. “what the hell are you doing?!”

“i’m not sure yet, because this,” mingyu gestures around the room, “is a lot. but it starts with you getting your ass out of bed and into the shower. immediately. this place smells like there’s a corpse somewhere in here.”

“yeah, it’s me. i’m the corpse. or i wish i was, because that would mean i’ve finally died,” seungcheol groans, turning away from mingyu and effectively shoving his face into the bed.

mingyu sighs, turning around to start collecting some of the dirty clothes on the floor. he finds himself regretting not calling jeonghan or joshua to come with him, because seungcheol might have been more easily persuaded to stop moping with them around. the reality is, they all thought seungcheol was doing better; he was back on his grind at work, finishing several albums he had been producing for, he was making progress in his jiu-jitsu classes, and he even joined the rest of the guys on their trip to australia last month, with minimal persuasion from his friends.

looking at the shell of a man laying on the bed in front of him, mingyu realizes he should’ve asked. he should’ve asked his friend how he was really doing, what he was feeling, what he could actually do to help him move past this.

better late than never.

“listen,” mingyu starts, going to sit on the edge of seungcheol’s bed but reconsidering. who knows when he last changed these. “i’m sorry if we haven’t really been there for you. i know a thing or two about breakups and heartbreak, so i guess i should’ve figured you weren’t alright, not like you said you were. you don’t have to keep all you’re feeling locked up. you can talk to us.”

seungcheol’s head moves slightly to the side, peeking at mingyu from the corner of his eye. he sighs, and turns on his back. mingyu tries not to cringe at seungcheol’s sullen face, his eyes red and still wet, as if he was still crying when mingyu arrived at his apartment.

“don’t beat yourself up, gyu. believe it or not, i was actually doing better. but a few days ago, i … i was cleaning around the closet by the entrance and …” he pauses, and mingyu thinks he might burst into tears. seungcheol breathes in however, closes his eyes, and continues. “i found one of her old hats. you know, the yellow crochet bucket hat she always used to wear in the summer? i bought it for her birthday when we had just started dating and … i don’t know, i just broke down. it hit me again that we’re over. like really.”

you and seungcheol broke up … four, five months ago? seungcheol shakes his head, he feels like time hasn’t passed the same since. days pass him by where he just goes over and over your last conversation – which was more of a fight, really – and he always ends up regretting everything he said that day. regrets resenting you for always working late, for never asking him to accompany you to firm events… regrets accusing you of some unspeakable things.

looking back, he can’t believe how big of an idiot he was. no wonder you left and didn’t even bother to come back to get your things. you left everything behind, all your clothes that still smelled of the lavender detergent you used to buy, your makeup haphazardly thrown into one of the bathroom drawers, the cooking books you always bought “for inspiration” but never, ever actually opened… and the yellow bucket hat you got from seungcheol for the first birthday you spent together. seungcheol had left everything where it was, a tiny part of him hoping you two would work this out somehow. but weeks went by with no word from you, and when he had tried reaching you, he came to the grave conclusion that you had blocked him on all platforms, cut him off from your life like a dead limb. back then he thought he deserved it. he still does.

“i’m sorry, hyung. i really am,” mingyu shakes seungcheol from his reverie, reaching a hand to pet his shoulder. a beat passes between them. “have you tried… calling her again since?”

“no. i don’t know what good it would do,” seungcheol sighs. “even if she answered, i doubt all the apologies i could offer would fix anything. i said some pretty fucked up shit.”

“yeah, i know. if you remember, i was there the next day ripping you a new one,” mingyu teases, desperately trying to cheer up his friend somehow. he swears he can see seungcheol’s lips twitch a bit. “but who knows… now that you both had some time to yourselves, you might actually be able to overcome this calmly. and if… if it doesn’t work out in the end, at least you’ll both have some closure.”

closure. that’s a funny word, because seungcheol wants the furthest thing from closure. he wants you back in his bed and your arms around him, he wants your indie artists he’s never heard of playing around the apartment in the morning, he wants your laugh echoing in the halls. he wants you.

he knows that the only way this ending could even be a possibility would be if he actually took mingyu’s advice and called you up, but another part of him is terrified of the other possibility: the one where you pick up and tell him to go to hell and fuck himself and never call you again or show his face around you. so for now, seungcheol opts for a third option: emotional limbo, with a side of trying-to-move-on.

he gets up from the bed and asks mingyu if he could help him straighten out the place. mingyu, bless his sweet heart, of course says yes and gets to work after sending seungcheol to clean himself up. just as he’s about to close the bathroom door, he hears mingyu’s exasperated voice.

“oh, for the love of god, where is that god-awful music coming from?!”

seungcheol can’t remember the last time he laughed so heartily.

the bar you find yourself in is bustling with people, laughter and cheerful conversations filling the space. you’re only half listening to whatever topic your two best friends, yunjin and chaeyoung, are discussing – something about “that bitch” in yunjin’s department at work that’s been giving her a hard time – instead reveling in the pleasant buzz of the champagne you’re nursing.

it had been a while since you were able to enjoy a nice evening with your girls. the past few months had been filled with endless meetings, client-induced headaches and sleepless nights, but thankfully, today you had managed to finally strike a deal for one of the firm’s most important clients (to be read as filthy rich), which you had been working towards all these months. naturally, upon hearing the news, chaeyoung and yunjin had begged you to join them at a bar in the city, “to celebrate your newfound freedom.”

you splurged on a bottle of champagne for the three of you and decided that tonight, you were going to have fun. you were going to relax, enjoy some drink, and catch up with your friends who you hadn’t seen in weeks.

and you will not, under any circumstances, bring up seungcheol.

you like to believe that in the last two months you had gotten better at shutting out any thought of your ex-boyfriend. in the days – more like weeks, if you were to ask chaeyoung and yunjin – following the ugly breakup, you were quite the literal mess. finding yourself alone and with nowhere to go, considering you had left the apartment you shared with seungcheol with nothing but your work stuff (how on-brand for you), it wasn’t surprising that your mental and emotional health had taken a massive hit. thankfully, at the insistence of yunjin, you agreed to crash at her place while you put yourself back together and took time off from work – something you had never done before.

to the surprise of your friends, it only took you two weeks to go back to work and start looking for your own place. two weeks after that, you were moving into a new apartment and claimed that you were feeling much better since the breakup. or at least starting to. chaeyoung and yunjin didn’t want to argue with you on this – even thought they 100% believed the front you were putting up was a load of crap – but in the end, they didn’t even have to, because the first time you went out with them again since the breakup, you had your first meltdown.

but was it really your fault that the man sitting two seats down the bar from you had ordered whiskey neat, just like seungcheol always used to? and was it really your fault that he was wearing a maroon leather jacket similar to the one seungcheol always used to wear in the fall, which you absolutely adored?

could they really blame you for bursting into tears right then and there and wailing about how much of a jerk seungcheol was for never understanding your dedication to your work? how much of a hypocrite he was for expecting you to just dip from the office when he suddenly had some free time, when he had never done so for you?

that night, chaeyoung and yunjin quite literally dragged you back to chaeyoung’s place and held you while you cried yourself to sleep, and in the morning, when you had embarrassingly admitted that “no, you weren’t really doing fine,” they held you again and offered soft-spoken words of support, opting to keep the classic we told you so in their thoughts.

four months passed since that incident and now, you could confidently say that you were truly feeling better. you weren’t quite over seungcheol per se; there were nights when you still thought about the smell of vanilla that filled the room whenever he was fresh out of a shower, the way he always got so giggly when you brought home a tray of cherries… yeah, you still found yourself missing him terribly sometimes. but the more time passed, you realized that seungcheol hadn’t tried reaching you at all in the months since the breakup, and so you thought he might be moving on as well.

it is true you had blocked him on all social platforms for weeks after you stormed out of your place. but on a particularly bad day, when all you did was cry and cry and cry after him, the thought of calling him up and asking him to go back to how things were crossed your mind, and you unblocked his number. unfortunately, your pride had set itself in your way, convincing you that it was seungcheol that needed to make the first step, considering he was the one who quite literally cornered you into a fight. so you didn’t call and instead prayed to whatever forces exist in the universe, that seungcheol would try your number again.

he never did.

“soooo, cheers to the lady of the hour! finally free from the clutches of corporate law!” yunjin cheered, clinking her glass against yours and knocking you out of your reverie.

damn it, seungcheol, i said i would not think of you tonight!

“yes, cheers!” chaeyoung joined in. “how do you feel? are you going to get a big ass bonus for the amount of time you put into this asshole?”

chaeyoung was probably right, you probably did deserve a huge ass bonus for the deal you pulled for the client you were handling. when you were in law school, you had never imagined yourself working for sleazy, corporate pigs who behaved like none of their actions would bite them in the ass eventually, and expecting others – like yourself – to clean up after them. but, as your boss grimly explained to you the day you had complained about your client, everybody has to start somewhere. “and junior partners don’t get to choose cases, sweetheart.”

life at the firm wasn’t always terrible. you were lucky enough to be part of an amazing team, and the firm worked with plenty of influential and big personalities, so you almost never had to worry about your income. but sometimes, some of the people you were asked to represent brought you to the brink of just quitting your job altogether.

“i just feel relieved,” you say. “if i had to hear the incessant whining and nagging of that idiot for one more day, i might have gone insane!”

“well, thank god you’re a stellar lawyer and managed to get rid of him,” yunjin teases, taking a sip of her drink. “do you already have anything else lined up?”

“god, no! i have a few days off just to take care of paperwork, maybe help out some of my colleagues around the office… but nothing big for now, thankfully.”

“oh, that’s amazing! which reminds me, this means you can actually join us on that weekend spa trip we were talking about last week,” chaeyoung happily suggests, as she’s already pulling up the website of the spa retreat.

“i guess a spa day would be nice,” you say, looking over at chaeyoung’s phone. you feel your body already going lax at the thought of a hot stone massage.

“oh, that would be so nice!” yunjin pouts. “we haven’t gone on a girls trip in so long! i miss going away, just the three of us… do you guys remember that trip we took to croatia two years ago? that was the best one we ever did, i swear!”

while chaeyoung joins yunjin in reminiscing about all the trips the three of you took over the years, you feel your phone buzzing in the pocket of your dress paints. pulling it out, you see an email notification…

“oh, no…” your voice trails off, reading over the email you had just received.

“what? what’s the matter?” yunjin asks, her conversation with chaeyoung coming to a halt.

“my boss just emailed me. he wants me in the office tomorrow morning. some big case that just came in,” you explain, already feeling a headache coming in.

“but tomorrow’s saturday,” chaeyoung frowns.

“i know… i know.”

when monday rolls around, seungcheol really wished that he had died before mingyu had found him the week before.

the day started normal enough. he woke up at 5 a.m. and took kkuma for a walk in the park near his apartment building, just like every morning. by 8 a.m., he was already set up in his studio inside the PLEDIS building, ready to work on the tracks he was supposed to finish mixing by the end of the week. seungcheol liked the buzz of the label, people from all different departments running around trying to stay on their schedules; it motivated him to also do his part diligently, and reminded him that he was extremely lucky to be doing one of the things he loves most: music.

seungcheol should’ve guessed something was up today the moment the clock struck 11 and jihoon, the other in-house producer of PLEDIS, and one of his oldest friends, hadn’t come by his studio. he and jihoon had known each other since their college days, having met in an audio engineering class they apparently shared, and had been friends for 8 years now. during their last year of college, they were recruited by a record label that was just starting out (which became the PLEDIS of today), and despite all warnings from their families, they decided to take a leap of faith together and join the company. it all worked out for the better, it turned out, as PLEDIS only grew and soon became a household name in the music industry.

as the only producers that have stuck around PLEDIS since the beginning, they developed several… traditions, or rituals over the years, one of which was jihoon’s 11 a.m. coffee run, which they’d spend sharing ideas and notes over each other’s work, and, if jihoon was in a particularly good mood, engage in some office gossip (not that either of them would ever admit it). today, however, jihoon is a no-show and seungcheol can’t help but wonder what his friend is up to.

when he shoots jihoon a quick text, asking if he’s alright, his friend only replies with a “just busy,” and tells seungcheol not to wait up for him at lunch, as he’ll probably be stuck in the studio all day. this doesn’t surprise him that much, seeing as jihoon might be an even bigger workaholic than he is, but he still can’t shake the feeling that something must be up with his friend. he decides that instead of going out for lunch, he’s gonna pick up some takeout and join jihoon in his studio. he wouldn’t be able to rest easy knowing his friend will go a day without eating anything.

once lunch hours begin, seungcheol takes a quick walk two blocks down the street to the restaurant mingyu works in, who’s already waiting for him with the food seungcheol had requested for him and jihoon. on his way back to PLEDIS, he texts jihoon again, just to make sure he’s still in the studio, but there’s no answer, and now seungcheol is seriously starting to get worried. he jogs the rest of the way until he’s back inside the building, and takes the elevator to the 6th floor where jihoon’s studio is stationed.

walking up to the door that reads UNIVERSE FACTORY, he stops in his tracks when he hears more than one voice from the other side of the door. he easily recognizes jihoon’s voice, but the other voices – two other men and a woman – are harder to make out. except… except the woman’s voice is eerily familiar, and without a second thought, seungcheol grips the handle and swings the door open, four pairs of eyes whipping in his direction.

his eyes land on jihoon, who looks like he wishes he was anywhere else in that moment, and then scan the rest of room, recognizing mr. han, their CEO, and… you. it’s you.

seungcheol feels like he’s going to faint. mr. han does not look the least bit happy about seungcheol’s intrusion, and he really wishes the man would slap him just so he can know for sure if he’s dreaming. if you’re surprised to see seungcheol, your face shows no sign of it, and seungcheol can’t help but stare at you. you look so beautiful, so put together; your make-up is soft, almost unnoticeable, your hair pushed behind your ears, and you’re wearing a dark green suit… oh, how he loved you in green.

you were the picture of grace and professionalism and he was… not. he really wishes he hadn’t come to the studio in sweatpants right now.

“mr. choi, what a… surprise,” mr. han exclaims, standing up from his seat, you and the other man – who seungcheol has no idea who he is, but he knows he doesn’t like the way he’s standing so close to you – following suit. “i didn’t know mr. lee was expecting you,” mr. han continues, glancing towards jihoon, who turned red as a tomato.

“i wasn’t, actually,” jihoon squeaks, avoiding both seungcheol and mr. han’s gazes.

“i apologize, i was… i was just bringing jihoon some lunch. i didn’t know there was… a meeting happening,” seungcheol says, looking towards you, and he’s almost thrown back by the way you’re just… staring directly at him.

mr. han sighs, but remembering the situation, he quickly puts on a polite smile as he turns towards you and the other man. “mr. choi is one of our other in-house producers. mr. choi, this is mr. jeon and miss L/N. they’re helping us with some… legal matters.”

so that’s why you were here. and who the other guy was. but what legal matters? and why was jihoon involved? and why didn’t he tell seungcheol?!

before seungcheol can ask more questions, mr. han gestures towards the door he came through and says “now, if you don’t mind, you can come back in a few minutes, mr. choi. we’ll be done soon.”

soon. soon, his ass!

seungcheol had been pacing the hallway outside jihoon’s studio for the past 20 minutes (he checked, he wasn’t exaggerating!), trying very hard not to eavesdrop through the door, and thinking of every possible reason why jihoon would need legal help and why you would be here.

jihoon was definitely in some kind of trouble. for the CEO to be involved as well, it for sure must be something that could affect the whole label. seungcheol just can’t understand why jihoon wouldn’t tell him if he had any kind of problem. they were colleagues, but most importantly, they were friends. he would’ve dropped everything to come to his aid.

now, when it comes to you… seungcheol knows you’re a lawyer, obviously he does. he met you when you were halfway through law school, and he was there for every failed and aced exam, for your graduation (he was so proud of you that day, it was the first time you’d ever seen him cry), for every measly job you had before finally securing the one you currently held at one of the top firms in the city. he also knows you’re a damn good lawyer, seeing how hard you work and how dedicated you are. he supposes it’s not surprising you were chosen to represent jihoon in whatever mess he got himself in.

he feels bad now that he remembers how he held these things above your head during your last fight. how you were working late so often, how you never asked him to join you at office parties, despite how eager you always were to go out with your coworkers for drinks, how you always asked him to wait for you outside the office building, as if you didn’t want people to know you had a partner...

he knows that both of you were to blame for how things went down between you, but since he started the argument in the first place, he thinks he could’ve brought all this up in a better way, at a better time.

his thoughts are interrupted when the door to jihoon’s studio opens again, and he finds himself regretting waiting in the hallway because now he has to face you again and he’s not ready and he doesn’t know what to say and he still looks like a hobo and –

“mr. choi!”

he looks up to see who he imagines is your colleague – mr. jeon – step towards him, as you and mr. han step out after him, discussing something. you glance once towards seungcheol before turning back to the conversation, and seungcheol feels his heart clench.

“mr. jeon, i’m sorry once again for interrupting your meeting,” seungcheol says, extending his hand to shake mr. jeon’s.

“don’t worry, no harm done at all. i’m actually glad you stuck around, because i had something to ask you. seeing as you and mr. lee are close, would you be available for a short talk with us, sometime in the next days? we’ll have to build a strong case for mr. lee and, well, some insight from his colleagues would be very helpful,” mr. jeon explains, fixing the thin-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

seungcheol is taken aback by the man’s soft tone. his sharp eyes and cold look on his face made him look pretty intimidating, but his voice is the complete opposite, putting seungcheol weirdly at ease.

“o-of course, anything for jihoon,” seungcheol quickly replies. “can i ask, though, what exactly does he need help with?”

“plagiarism.”

“PLAGIARISM?!”

“you’re being sued. for plagiarism.”

“yes.”

“and you just found out last friday.”

“yes.”

“last friday when we all went out for barbeque and you didn’t even think to mention it? not even once?!”

“will you stop pacing and sit down? you’re making me even more nervous than i already am,” jihoon sighs, dropping his head in his hands.

seungcheol sighs as well, muttering a sorry, and sits down on the couch opposite jihoon’s chair.

jihoon continues. “i didn’t mention anything because i didn’t want to piss on everyone’s good mood. it was joshua’s birthday… besides, i didn’t know all the details of the situation at that point. i thought it was another baseless accusation, you know? but they’re serious about it. they wanna take me to court.”

“what? that’s insane,” seungcheol says. “i feel weird even asking, but did you even plagiarize?”

“no! of course not! i don’t even know the people!” jihoon exclaims, flopping down on the couch next to seungcheol. he lets out a long groan. “this is just what i needed.”

seungcheol pats his friend’s back, thinking of some encouraging words. jihoon was the most talented and creative guy he knew. to think that someone would accuse him of using somebody else’s work was a concept seungcheol couldn’t even entertain.

“don’t worry. that jeon guy looks like he’s already got a game plan.”

“and Y/N,” jihoon says.

silence falls around the two of them, until jihoon stirs from the couch, sitting up to look at seungcheol.

“are we just not going to acknowledge her or what?”

“no! that’s not what i…” seungcheol sighs, hanging his head. “i just wasn’t expecting to see her. i don’t know how to feel.”

“that’s understandable. you guys haven’t seen each other in a while, right?”

seungcheol shakes his head. “did she… did she say anything to you?”

“oh, no. she was super professional, went straight to business. but…” jihoon trails off, debating whether he should say what he was thinking.

“but? but what?!” seungcheol grabs jihoon’s shoulders, shaking him a little.

“but i think she was just as rattled to see you as you were. her hand kept shaking while she was writing, after you left. i guess she was just better at hiding her surprise,” jihoon continues. “now let go of me, you animal!”

seungcheol sighs. could it be that you were just as much of a mess inside as he was? the hopeful part of him thinks you might have thought of him all these months, just as he thought of you. the other part of him thinks your hand might as well just have been shaking from anger.

“you know, this might be a good thing,” jihoon says, getting up and sitting back in front of his computer.

“what, you getting sued and her being around?”

“yeah. maybe this way you’ll finally grow some balls, put your pride aside, and actually fix things,” jihoon deadpans, and seungcheol knows the conversation is over.

yeah. easier said than done.

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[nctstar]

the day that i met you i started dreaming.

You watched in satisfaction as the imprint of your lips stained a faded red colour, two semi-circles adorned by fine lines. The smell of strawberry wafted gently, so subtle you could have missed it. Yet, his voice rang in your ears. “You taste so sweet, baby. You always do.”

pairing: jungwoo x fem!reader

other members: johnny, mark (+his brother), haechan (only mentioned)

word count: 3k

genre: fluff, romance

warnings: lots of kissing, one small smutty scene, not very graphic (penetration and kissing only), profanity (one use of the f word, shit)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my imagination. I don't know the nct members (including their family members!) and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. Also, even though I was inspired by mark's real life doesn't mean this is accurate at all, please keep that in mind nobody sue me please.

a/n: this is for my bestie @neocty because I love her and there aren't enough jungwoo fics out there and she is struggling, so I did what any good friend would do <3 so everyone else please look away (and by that I mean like and reblog and send me requests)

You watched in satisfaction as the imprint of your lips stained a faded red colour, two semi-circles adorned by fine lines. The smell of strawberry wafted gently, so subtle you could have missed it. Yet, his voice rang in your ears. “You taste so sweet, baby. You always do.”

∞

You had first met Jungwoo in your first year of university. Surrounded by girls, one of them having their entire torso turned towards him like she was ready to mount at any moment. Giggles floated past you as you walked by, books slipping in your arms from the sweat on your skin. The edges dug uncomfortably into your side as you tried hoisting them from side to side, trying to find that sweet spot that wouldn’t make you want to throw all of them only the floor, give up and go home.

“Hey.” You hadn’t heard it at first, too busy untangling your arms. But it suddenly felt silent, too silent now, the giggles now gone. You looked up, and the first thing you noticed was also the first thing you said.

“We have the same headphones.” Your voice was monotone, your breath heating up your cheeks underneath your mask.

He frowned, and the second thing you noticed was-

“I like whatever you’re wearing on your l-lips.” He stammered towards the end, probably now understanding how strange that sounded. But if he was embarrassed, he didn’t let on. His face erupted in a confident, self-assured smile, one hand effortlessly running through his dusty brown hair. His face was cute, like a puppy, or a fluffy cat. Soft features, smile lines and shallow dimples on one side of his face. “I’m not hitting on you. My sister runs a small business and sells makeup. I’m trying to get girls to buy her stuff. She’s saving up for a car because she hates public transport. I, personally, don’t mind it. Anyway. Um, you want a flyer?” Paper shuffled in his hands as you realised that he was handing out flyers, not what you had originally thought when you saw all those girls around him.

You fought the urge to say aww as you took a flyer tentatively. You didn’t wear makeup other than yes, your lipgloss, the same one you had brought from your home country since you didn’t really have time to shop in Korea in the few days you had been here already. Your eyes started scanning up and down the flyer while your mind pondered, who still uses flyers to advertise nowadays?

You shuffled from foot to foot, aware that he was still standing in front of you for some reason. “Your sister seems really talented.”

“She is. She also, looks a lot like me.” Jungwoo proceeded to shove the remaining flyers under his armpit, other hand flipping out his phone. In your peripheral vision, you watched one girl side eye you, hard, very possibly the one who had wanted to mount him a minute ago. “Oh, that’s okay, um- oh wow!” Your eyes widened. “You guys look so alike!”

“Right?” Strangers standing musing for more than a minute was odd enough, but what he did next was even weirder.

“The flyer I gave you has my number on it, by the way.”

You looked at his face, soft brown eyes full of hope that made your heart twinge slightly with delight. He was so adorable.

“What happened to ‘I’m not hitting on you’?”

“I’m really not? It’s because my sister lost her phone, and,” he grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, “I want to help her earn money as soon as possible. Because if I don’t-“

He grabbed both your arms, making you flinch a little in surprise, but not pull away, eyebrows perked at his words.

“-she’s going to make me drive her to uni every day! Do you want that for me?” He whisper-shouted this last bit, and you shrugged his arms off.

“I don’t even know your name, so…”

“Kim Jungwoo. Jungwoo. Are you from America?”

“How could you tell?” You smiled, the English rolling off your tongue with ease. “I’m actually technically from Canada. Born and raised. Lived in New York for a while, so…close enough, I guess.”

“Oh! So is my roommate! His brother is auditioning for SM tomorrow, and he needs me to drive them both there-“

You laughed, this time your head naturally rocking back. “Are you the campus free uber or something, Kim Jungwoo?”

“No, he’s dating my sister. Mark’s brother, not him. Hey!” He pointed one finger out, almost comically, like a cartoon character. “You should date Mark.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re both from Canada. It just makes sense. He gets lonely sometimes. I think it’ll be good. Will you come with me?” He talked with the speed of someone on drugs, but with none of the fatigue or lack of lust for life. In fact, he was what you would expect if you asked anyone in the world to picture someone bright and cheery.

You told yourself that was the only reason you said yes that day. Never could you have known how far your relationship would end up growing. Like the first seeds someone carelessly tosses to the dirt in the cold season, another person notices and starts to water here and then, it was only a matter of time before something bloomed come summer.

∞

“We’re going to be late.”

“Oh, relax.” Jungwoo scoffed, but you eyed his nervous hands, shaking and fumbling with everything, from the gear stick to the AC controls. Behind you, Mark’s voice called out. “Did you want me to-“

“No, Mark. It’s fine.” You shared a knowing glance with the Canadian boy in the back seat, and Jungwoo noticed. He coughed, smiling like he knew something everyone else didn’t. “Shut up.” You hissed. He giggled louder, now catching the attention of Mark’s brother behind the driver’s seat, his eyes warily leaving his phone for only a second or two. “What’s so funny?”

Jungwoo finally pulls back the gear shift, that engine now grumbling to life. “I just think _ is too nice and pretty to not have a date for Christmas.” Puppy dog eyes now on you, shirt hanging loosely on his body, he turned and tapped you on the chin playfully. You rolled your eyes, groaning. “Oh my god. Tell me why I even started talking to you that day?”

“You said you reminded me of a puppy.” He pouted, making a tiny, perhaps insignificant part of you beam with something warmer, deeper that just friendship. For the past month, Jungwoo and you had been on a casual texting basis. If by casual, you meant every day, multiple times a day. Turns out you both just had a lot to talk about, or were drawn to each other, or…well, you didn’t want to think about it too much. All you knew is that for the first time since you had arrived here, or honestly, in your entire life, you felt like yourself. And that was enough for you. More than enough.

Now here you guys were, talking about dates for Christmas.

“Can we go, guys? Seriously.” You nodded aggressively and swatted at Jungwoo to start the car, while Mark leaned over, tapping you on the shoulder. Your body swayed as Jungwoo started driving as if he hadn’t driven in ten years. “Jungwoo told me your lips are pretty.”

“Uhm, excuse me!” Jungwoo braked hard at the lights, making the two men in the backseat yelp, Mark now flown back with a resounding dull thump. “Oh my god. Forget making it on time. I’m not sure we’ll make it there alive.” Concerned murmurs filled the car, but Jungwoo kept his foot on the accelerator, pushing through. “Oh relax, guys. And also, you agreed with me, Mark!”

“Well,” You pressed your head against the seat, hoping to avoid a future concussion. “I am wearing Min-ah’s lipgloss, so, it’s all thanks to her.” You shared a smile with Jungwoo, him glancing at you for far too long for someone on a busy road. Mark’s brother raised his arm in frustration. “Jungwoo! Please. I want to be an idol, I want to live!” A loud honk kick-started the car again, narrowly missing the lights changing from yellow to red at the busy intersection.

“Oh, Jin-hyung! That means you could probably advertise the glosses, right?” He slunk back into his seat, muttering something like they’re both mad. “Well, like, after you pass, of course.”

“I’m not sure I will.” Everyone in the car started overlapping with words of affirmations and enthusiastic praises, even yourself. “You’re so great! And you’ve practiced, what, like ten times? And that’s just in front of us.”

“Yeah, Hyung.” Mark’s hands patted Jin-hyung’s knee. “You’re the best singer I know.”

Jin-hyung turned to face Mark swiftly. “Can you come in with me?”

“Um, wait-“

“Please? I’m gonna shit myself if I go in alone. Please?”

Jungwoo leant in towards you, and you immediately placed one hand on his shoulder, steadying him. “Easy, tiger. You know you have to stay in your seat to drive, right?”

His eyes not leaving the road, he asked, “What are they talking about?”

“Jin-hyung’s asking Mark if he can come in with him. I’m not sure if that’s allowed…” You trailed off, watching the building tower over you, drizzles of rain prickling the wide front window. “Wow. Is this it?”

Jungwoo nodded, his attention now on the brothers in the back seat as he tried to park the car. The atmosphere was noticeably intense now, and you also weren’t sure how to react. He coughed. “We’re here. You guys alright?”

“No. Shit, I can’t do it. I can’t.” Jin-hyung’s face was one of pure terror, face pale and clammy, pit stains now forming on his shirt despite the cold blasts of air from the AC. You and Jungwoo shared a glance, the first one that wasn’t silly, rolling your eyes or smirking. “Well, a-are you sure?”

He was quiet, and you noticed light reflecting off the rearview mirror, Mark looking down and biting his lip, face marked with intense concentration. The tension in the car was suddenly thick, like the way a bread knife runs through a block of cold butter, and you swallowed. Finally, Mark spoke. “Okay, Hyung. I’ll come in with you.”

You watched as Jin-young’s chest retreated as he breathed a sigh of relief, cheeks still flushed and red. He tried not to let this relief show, but his voice cracked as he spoke softly. “Thanks, Min-hyung.”

After the two left the car, it was just you and Jungwoo. And, for the first time since you guys had met, it was quiet, maybe even a little awkward. Your hands flew towards the controls of the car, trying to fill the time, only to be met with Jungwoo’s skin on the back of his hand. Wow, he felt so soft. “Oh, sorry. Do you listen to music? I mean, should we?” Retreating your hand slowly, you let your eyes travel to his face.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” You didn’t even register, even as you replied. He looked equally as shocked, staring back at you blankly as if someone else had said what he had said. He let one arm slump over the back of his seat, and your heart starting pounding, your throat clammy. “Jungwoo…”

“I don’t know why I said that, sorry.”

“Wait, do you…But you wanted…me and Mark…”

“I know!” He brought both his palms to his face, rubbing his eyes so hard until it felt like you were seeing stars. “I know. That was so stupid. I can’t believe that just happened.”

You were silent, your emotions rattling inside you noisily, threatening to blow your cover. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, until you stared at his doe eyes, his cheeks now flushed pink with embarrassment. You leaned over, closing your eyes at one point before your lips met, soft, plush, a mix of his morning Americano and the strawberry lipbalm from Min-ah. Pulling away, you were met with the tiny intricacies of his face, his scent, the feeling of his shirt under your palm. The cologne he was wearing tickled your sinuses. Normally you hated that smell, but today…

“Was that okay?” His breath caressed the thin skin on your face, and you nodded almost involuntarily. “Your cologne is a bit strong for me, though.”

“My what?”

“Sorry.” You had no idea why you were so unfiltered with him, thoughts running free from the confines of your brain and into the air. “It’s just…men’s cologne makes me sneeze.”

“Oh baby, you are so cute.” His voice deepened and it felt like someone just released a dozen hungry butterflies loose in your stomach, beautiful and urgent. He chuckled, pressing a kiss now to the sides of your lips. “You’re cute when you blush. So cute.”

The sound of the car door opening made you both jump, both pulling away in the process, backs now snug against your own seats. “How did it-“ you started.

“Min-hyung is going to be an idol!” Jin-hyung’s face was sweaty and warm, his eyes puffy and red possibly from crying, but he wore an unapologetic smile on his face, like this was what he wanted all along, and the relief was simply euphoric.

∞

You pulled your hand away from inside his, trying to rid the clammy feeling off your palms. “What’s wrong?”

“Just nervous.” Jungwoo towered over you, wearing one of those denim fleece jackets you loved so much over a white t-shirt you had gifted him 2 weeks ago. “You look so yummy in white, Woo.” You wanted to cringe at that your own voice reverberating through your skull, but you felt warm and nice instead, like you had just sipped hot chocolate in this freezing weather. He knocked his ankle against yours, playfully pushing you to the side, only to drag you back with his arm looped around yours. “I’m right here. It’s okay.”

“Okay.” You nodded, but anxiety still stirred inside you, making you sick. “Plus, we can always leave if you want.”

“_! Jungwoo-hyung!” Mark looked small in his oversized puffer jacket, waving one arm over his head enthusiastically. Beside him was Johnny Suh, a trainee friend of Mark’s from Chicago, master of sarcasm and dad jokes. Walking up towards the two men, Jungwoo’s arms slipped away from yours, and you playfully patted Johnny on the arm. “Hey, you.”

“Hey, gorgeous. Wait, are you and Jungwoo a thing now?” You half-smiled, shivering against the blast of cold air that pierced through your stockings. You felt warmth spreading on the small of your back, and Jungwoo’s voice behind you. “Yeah, man.”

“I got him that.” You pointed at Jungwoo’s shirt, and he pulled you closer to your side, squeezing your hip firmly. “Yeah. So you can stop flirting with her now.”

“Damn, so you went out with her only to stop me from flirting? Red flag.” He raised his eyebrows comically, and you laughed, but Jungwoo didn’t seem very amused, not to you. He smiled and nodded, but you immediately knew he was uncomfortable. His lips were pale but plump, and you fought the urge to kiss him, biting your own bottom lip in reflex.

When you went inside, you wriggled your shoulders, shaking off your coat. “Hey, baby, you okay? You’re not jealous, are you?” Your tone was teasing, but you watched him carefully, at the way he avoided eye contact with you as he searched for an empty space on the coat rack. “I’m fine.” He muttered, and you pressed your lips together, fighting a giggle. Probably your toxic trait but he was so cute when he was sulky and pouty that you didn’t know how anyone took him seriously. “Woo, please. Don’t lie.”

“Okay!” He still wasn’t looking at you, smiling and nodding at passersby’s as he spoke. “I don’t care that he flirts with you, I really don’t, I really really…”

“Yes, you do.” You rested your weight on one hip, crossing your arms across your chest to look up at him.

“No, I don’t! I trust you.” The warm flame you had burning inside you erupted, replacing that tiny flame of anxiety, filling you with a sense of security, of love. I trust you.

“But you said I’m the funniest man you met, yet you keep laughing at his jokes.”

It was your turn laugh noisily in response, so much so that Mark noticed and joined in from afar, probably already a little tipsy and sharing random anecdotes from his life that no one asked for. You brushed snow off your boyfriend’s shoulders, watching as his nose and cheeks flushed red from the cold. “Cute. You’re so cute.”

“Well, I know that, but am I funny? I don’t care if your exes were hot or whatever, but funny?”

“First of all, you know you’re my first serious relationship. And secondly, Johnny’s humour is different. It’s more flirty, on the spot. You, well, you’re awkward and cute funny, you know? Plus,” you leaned in, intentionally letting the lipgloss on your lips smudge on his sensitive skin behind his ear, “you’re the only one I wanna kiss so bad right now.”

“WOAH! Get a room, you too!” You pulled away, noticing that the red on his cheeks were deeper, spreading all over his face. His eyes stared back at you almost blankly, and you pecked his cheek. “After this, okay? You can have all of me.”

∞

Chest heaving, you shut your eyes, wanting to savour every moment that had passed. Your bare skin shone with a thin layer of sweat, legs tangled in his. You felt him brush up against your neck, his voice vibrating in your ears. “Was that okay?” He asked as if he already knew the answer, pressing his bare body closer to you. You answered by bringing your face closer to his, and he sighed. “You taste like watermelon today. Lemon yesterday, and then strawberry on Tuesday.”

“Jungwoo, this isn’t what I wanted you to say after we had sex for the first time.”

“Sorry.” His eyes were flickering shut. “But you taste really good. Like, everywhere.”

“That’s so cute and kind of nasty too.” You scrunched your nose, and he chuckled. You hiked one leg above his thigh, needing him again. “Can I?”

He kissed you, sucking your lips, making you moan audibly and the tension in your body release as you sunk down on his length. “O-oh.” You whimpered as he began to thrust slowly into you, pressing your hips tight against his. “Fuck, yes.”

Your boobs against his bare chest, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, you kissed him deeply, not wanting to lose contact. He groaned, thrusts getting sloppier as you felt yourself reach your own high for the second time.

∞

Your butt was getting sore from sitting on the hard surface of the stairs for hours, but you didn’t care. You watched him hang out with his friends, making them laugh so hard you could hear them from metres away. You held the envelope tight in your shaky hands, suddenly nervous. What if he didn’t like it?

“Hey, _.” The stairs creaked as you looked up, watching Johnny’s figure shrouded by the faded light of dusk. You shuffled over as he sat next to you, resting his arms over his knees. He looked tired, only hints of his sarcastic self shining through here and there. “You here to see the missus?”

“Johnny.” You rolled your eyes, but your stomach churned as you realised his eyes were on the envelope in his hands. You snatched it away to hide under your jacket, but it was obviously too late. “What’s that? Is that for him?”

“Yeah.” You had no idea where this self-consciousness suddenly was coming from. You were so proud of it, even this morning as you were driving here. Johnny was silent, matching you as you both sat, letting the distant sounds of the boys yelling fill the space between you for a few moments. Finally, he spoke.

“He loves you.” You swallowed, suddenly feeling tears well up in your eyes. When was the last time anyone had loved you like that? “So don’t worry. He’ll like it.” He patted your shoulder, and with a few thundering steps, he was gone.

As you stood in front of Jungwoo again, the same nervousness brewing in your stomach, you tried to remember those words.

“What? Who loves me? What guy?” Jungwoo looked confused, genuinely frowning and holding your hands in his. You furrowed your eyebrows, slowly coming out of your thoughts. “What?”

“You just said, ‘he loves you’.”

“Oh, oh…I said that out loud?” You removed one hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Look, I, had this entire monologue prepared, but, um, I’m just a bit nervous.”

“Why?” He caressed your face, and you heard some ooos  and cheers come from the right of you. Jungwoo rolled his eyes. “Lee Donghyuck, if you don’t-“

You watched Haechan give you both over-enthusiastic thumbs up with his hands, and Jungwoo gently guided you off the stage, his hand flush on the small of your back. “Just relax, baby. It’s just me. You’re making me nervous. Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing like that.” You shook your head just as you whipped out the envelope and thrust it sideways. Your heart felt like it was bursting out of your chest, under all the layers you were wearing. You blurted out. “I kissed the pages. I kissed them after putting on the lip balms and glosses and lipsticks I wore when I kissed you and you told me I tasted good. I know! That’s the kind of thing that sounds cute in theory, but absolutely psychotic in real life. And I just-“

Jungwoo shut you up with a kiss, the envelope grazing your side as he held you tight with his other arm. Goosebumps ran up your limbs, despite all your layers. Pulling away, he rubbed his nose against yours, making you break out in a smile, despite how corny it was. “You’re probably thinking about how corny this all is. But I love it. I love this. And I love you.”

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[sixhours]

One Day at a Time - Chapter 8 - Beginning

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, SMUT, gratuitous smut, dubious consent (drunk sex), unplanned pregnancy, fluff, references to past miscarriages, angst, hurt/comfort, romance, age gap (~21 years), childbirth, fluffy baby stuff, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

~*~

The midwife is the first to notice that Anna’s startle reflex is inconsistent. When she suggests the baby might be deaf, Joel wants to write it off as the woman’s usual dour attitude, but as the weeks pass, it becomes clear that something is different. It’s impossible to make enough noise to wake her, she doesn’t turn her head toward their voices, and she’s inconsolable when they’re out of her limited line of sight. They spend several sleepless nights worrying, making loud noises and watching Anna intently for responses that usually don’t come.

There’s nothing to do about it, though, except wait and see…like her pregnancy all over again. One day at a time.

Anna is most content when she’s tucked into the soft cloth wrap, held tight against someone’s chest, where she can feel the soothing purr of speech against her tiny body. They get adept at going about their daily routines with the baby strapped to them like a marsupial in a makeshift pouch. She especially seems to like Joel’s soft flannel shirts and his deep, rumbly voice–he’s the best at getting her to nap.

Or, as Ellie puts it, boring her to sleep .

Ellie spends more time with them, enamored with her baby sister in a way Joel couldn’t have predicted. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised, having watched her with Sam all those months ago, but her fierce devotion to this brand-new person in their lives makes him light-headed with pride.

Baby things showed up at their house out of the blue in the days after Anna was born; an antique cradle, bottles, more diapers, and a breast pump contraption that Charlie says makes her feel like a dairy cow. There are enough clothes to outfit a small army and mystery casseroles lining their freezer for weeks.

Tonight he takes one of the casseroles out and sniffs at it warily.

“Not sure about this one, kid,” he says to Anna, strapped to his chest. “Can’t be worse than that tuna surprise thing, though. House smelled for a week.”

The baby makes a soft cooing noise and sticks out her tongue in response.

“Yeah? Well, you didn’t have to eat it,” he mutters, turning on the oven.

“Talking to yourself again?” Charlie murmurs from the couch, snuggled under a throw.

“I’m havin’ a conversation with my daughter,” he says, stroking the baby’s head. “And you’re s’posed to be napping.”

She sits up, bleary-eyed and wan. “Can’t sleep. I miss her.”

“Hear that?” he murmurs. “Mama misses you. Maybe you should wake her up more often. Five times last night wasn’t enough.”

Joel wanders over to the couch and unearths the baby from her wrap to hand her to Charlie, who takes her with a smile and a soft hi sweet girl . Warmth blooms in his chest, followed by sadness; the two often go hand in hand.

Sarah never had this, he thinks, and he mourns what he couldn’t give her; the love of a mother, the delight of a new sibling.

But Anna has it all, in this family cobbled together from spare parts and broken pieces. Like the beginning of a bad joke— a widow, an orphan, and a childless father walk into a bar –where she is the most beautiful punchline he’s ever heard.

~*~

Joel comes home to find Ellie on the couch with the baby in her lap and a book on the cushion next to her, frowning in concentration as she flips through the pages. Anna is nine weeks old and more alert than ever, bright eyes taking in everything, and at the moment she’s fascinated by her big sister’s hands, moving in slow, measured gestures in front of her face.

“Where’s Charlie?”

“Your girlfriend is taking a nap,” Ellie says without looking up from her book.

“She’s not–”

He catches himself before he can finish his sentence and Ellie smirks.

“Caught ya.”

Joel sighs. “What’re you doin’?”

She flips to the book cover to show him; An Introduction to American Sign Language .

“Sam taught me some, but I found this at the library. I figured it can’t hurt to start early.”

His throat tightens and he blinks back tears. God, his kids have turned him into a walking fucking water fountain.

“That’s…a great idea, kiddo,” he says, squeezing her shoulder.

“I know,” she says. “Besides, you can use it, too, when your hearing eventually goes.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters. He bends down to boop Anna’s nose. “Your sister is somethin’ else, kid. I’m gonna check on your mo–I mean my–our–”

He growls as Ellie looks up at him expectantly, a wry little smirk on her face.

“I’m gonna check on Charlie,” he sighs. “Call me if you need me.”

He hears a whisper at his back.

“What’s the sign for ‘They are so fucked’?”

Ellie’s laughter and Anna’s quiet coos follow him upstairs.

They still haven’t talked about them . They share a bed, they care for Anna, and…that’s about it. The midwife mentioned something about “resuming sexual activities” and “birth control” and maybe even a vasectomy at their final appointment, and it had taken all Joel had not to laugh in her face. He hasn’t had so much as a hard-on since the kid was born, and Charlie is permanently attached to her when she’s not sleeping or eating.

It might have bothered him if he weren’t so sleep-deprived.

In the bedroom, Charlie is buried under the blankets. He doesn’t mean to wake her, but she startles when the door creaks open.

“Anna?”

“Ellie’s got her, it’s just me,” Joel whispers. “Sorry.”

Charlie sits up, rubbing at her eyes, holding her breasts as if testing their weight. “S’okay. She needs to eat soon.”

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, smiles at Charlie’s mussed hair. He’s watched her closely over the last few weeks, hyper-alert for signs of depression, for the grief that he knows will never completely subside. A horrible little voice in the back of his mind insists that it’s only a matter of time before she leaves them.

Sarah’s mom made it four months.

But Charlie seems content if exhausted. They’re both exhausted, even with help. With Sarah he’d had the advantage of youth; with Anna, Joel feels every single one of his fifty-eight years…mostly in his back.

“Did you know Ellie’s teachin’ the baby sign language?” he asks.

“Mmm, she mentioned something about that,” Charlie yawns. “She’s smart, your kid. We’re raising geniuses.”

Joel ducks his head to hide a blush of pride. “They’re gonna leave us in their dust someday.”

We. Us.

He reaches out to cup Charlie’s face in one hand, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone. He could say it was all lust until now, but watching her with Anna makes him feel like a lovesick teenager. Charlie leans into his touch, meets his eyes, and his stomach clenches with a kind of pleasant ache he hasn’t felt in weeks.

Maybe he’s going to need to look into that vasectomy after all.

The moment is rudely interrupted by a wail, followed by Ellie’s voice drifting up the stairs.

“Hey, lovebirds! Your spawn needs a diaper change.”

~*~

Joel and Ellie are sprawled on the couch, her tucked into one corner and him on the opposite side, slouched down with Anna on his chest, a movie playing in the background. The baby won’t sleep in the beautiful hand-carved cradle for more than fifteen minutes at a time, preferring instead to slumber on a warm body.

There was a time in Joel’s life when he would have said they were spoiling her, but now, acutely aware of his limited years in a way he’s never been before, he’s decided Anna can fall asleep in his arms until she’s thirty if she wants. There is no such thing as spoiling her as far as he’s concerned.

He’s half asleep, trying to wait out the next hour and a half to let Charlie get some rest, when Ellie’s voice drifts into his consciousness.

“I think I get it now.”

“Get what?” he murmurs, barely able to open his eyes.

“Why you lied to me.”

He’s awake now. His head snaps up to face her. Ellie is curled in a ball with her arms around her knees, watching the baby rise and fall with the rhythm of his breath.

“If it were her…I’d do anything to keep her safe,” she says softly.

Oh.

His first instinct is to lie again, but something about Ellie’s expression and the way she’s watching Anna gives him pause. Between the two of them, they’ve cracked him open. He’s too tired and old to hold secrets.

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” he rasps. “I shouldn’t’ve done that. It was wrong.”

He meets her eyes, waits until he’s sure that she sees him, because she can’t just hear it–she needs to know it with her whole being, to believe it as deeply as he does.

“But I’m not sorry–I’ll never be sorry–for what I did. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat for you…or her.”

Ellie nods, but she frowns, her voice going small and tight.

“What if she was bit?”

The question drops from her lips like a bomb and Joel instinctively tightens his grip around Anna at the thought.

“Wouldn’t you hate me?” she whispers. “For not…for not being able to save her?”

“Never,” he says roughly. “I could never hate you, Ellie.”

“But…what if she could grow up in a better world? A world where you never had to worry about her…or Charlie…or anyone…getting infected,” Ellie asks softly.

He wants to tell her that none of this would have been possible if she weren’t here–their life in Jackson, Charlie, or Anna. He wants to tell her that she is the catalyst for everything he’s done right in his sorry life.

His girl, who wanted to save the world, had saved him instead.

But words are failing so he swallows his tears and puts an arm out. Ellie slides over, curling into his side, and he’s momentarily stunned by her solidity against him. She’s grown in the months since they returned from Salt Lake City. She’s taller, her face thinning out, more like a young woman than a child.

It happens too damn fast, he thinks, looking down at the sleeping infant on his chest.

He whispers the words into Ellie’s hair when his throat finally unlocks, watery and thick.

“She’s growin' up in a better world because you’re in it.”

~*~

“She’s finally out,” Charlie whispers, backing away from the cradle and collapsing onto the bed on her stomach with a groan. “I don’t know how one tiny human can eat so much.”

“I’ll take her tonight,” he says. “She can have a bottle.”

“You have patrol in the morning.”

“Can’t sleep for shit anyway,” he shrugs. “Did you eat? Caf’s still open, I can grab you something.”

“Mmm. Maybe later. I need about ten hours of sleep and a big glass of wine,” she mutters into the pillow.

“I can offer you six hours of sleep and a beer.”

“I’ll take it,” she yawns, then brightens. “Oh! I found something at the post today.” 

She rolls over, digs in the nightstand drawer, then unearths a small black box and tosses it into his lap.

He blinks down at it, unsure if it’s the suggestion or the fatigue that slows his tongue. His heart quickens.

“Are these…?”

“Condoms,” she grins. Then she’s crawling toward him and straddling his lap, much the way she did the first time, and she glances over at the silent cradle. “We have a couple hours…should we see if they’re any good?”

“God yes please,” he breathes, all tiredness suddenly forgotten as her mouth finds his, open and wanting.

There’s laundry scattered around the floor, empty bottles and water glasses on the nightstand, used burp cloths draped over the furniture, and the faint smell of sour milk lingers in the air.

And all of it ceases to matter because she’s holding his face in her hands and kissing him, really kissing him for the first time in weeks. Not a peck on the cheek or a nuzzled brush of her lips to his forehead when she thinks he’s still sleeping, but an honest-to-god kiss with tongue and teeth and bite.

Soon she’s rolled underneath him and he’s supping long, languid kisses from her lips, eliciting sweet little moans and breathy gasps that have him thrusting his aching cock into her bare stomach, seeking relief in friction. Even with the condom to dull the sensations, this will be over before it’s begun if he doesn’t get a fucking grip, so he pulls reluctantly away to explore the rest of her body.

Breastmilk gathers in little pearls on the peaks of her nipples, sweet and thick on his tongue as he teases and sucks his way down her chest. He traces the silvery lines on her lower stomach with his nose, the places where she’s been permanently marked because of their daughter, because of him . The sight of her gently swollen belly and the velvety softness of the stretched skin only makes him want her more.

She whimpers when he tastes her, moans when he sucks at her swollen clit and laps at her folds until she’s writhing and coming. Then she’s pulling on his hair with an urgency he understands and he’s rolling one of the condoms on and sinking into her delicious heat. She’s so close like this, pinned by his hips and chest, pressed underneath him like a flower.

He can’t pull himself away from her mouth, can’t stop kissing her and tasting her and swallowing her cries. Her arms enfold him, rubbing languid strokes up and down the slope of his back, pressing into his ass, urging him deeper. He reaches for her hand and rests their entwined fingers above her head.

Mine , he thinks with every thrust, heat coiling in his gut, crawling up his spine. Mine, mine, mine.

“Yours,” she sighs, arching into him, answering the words he didn’t realize he’d spoken out loud. He presses his forehead against hers and stills, breathing hard.

“Yeah?”

His voice is ragged with emotion. Her palms come up to cup his face.

“All yours,” she whispers, then she kisses him and kisses him and he prays the condom does its damn job because he’s falling over the edge.

~*~

He’s still softening inside her, luxuriating in the feel of her mouth against his, when the baby wails from her cradle.

Charlie groans underneath him. “Already?”

“Well…we got fifteen minutes,” he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“Give yourself credit, it was at least twenty.”

“It’s like a sixth sense,” he mutters, pulling out with a groan. “Surprised Ellie’s not at the damn door, too.”

Charlie snorts a laugh, sitting up and pulling the sheet to her chest.

“I’m comin’, baby girl,” he says. “Hold on, I know…m’right here.”

But Anna can’t hear him, of course. He pokes his head over the cradle and she quiets. “I’ll be right back.”

She protests loudly when he leaves her line of sight again, totally abandoned. He disposes of the condom and washes his hands…now where the hell are his boxers? The din of Anna’s crying in the background has him stumbling over his feet.

Finally, he plucks her up out of the cradle and puts her against his chest.

“Hey, kid, you’re fine,” he rumbles against her.

She growls in response, all attitude, one tiny fist stuffed into her mouth.

“Think she’s hungry,” he murmurs, nuzzling the top of her head. “Want me to get her a bottle so you can sleep?”

“No,” Charlie says, two wet spots blooming on the bedsheet. “You primed the pump. I’m leaking all over myself.”

“Lucky kid,” he grins. “You get the real deal.”

“You just ate, sweet girl,” Charlie sighs as the baby latches. “Where does it all go?”

“Based on the laundry I folded today, I have an idea,” Joel mutters, crawling back into bed. He sits up against the headboard and pulls Charlie into his arms so she’s propped against him. She burrows into his shoulder and closes her eyes as the baby makes greedy little suckling noises. His free arm wraps around them, cupping Anna’s head, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat in his palm.

Maybe it’s the sex that loosens his tongue, or maybe he’s just too tired to worry over the fallout. He takes a deep breath.

“So I know we said…you’d stay until the kid is born…and that was, uh, ten weeks ago.”

“You kicking me out?” Charlie murmurs, playing with the baby’s tiny fingers as she nurses.

“No,” he says quickly. “You can stay as long as you want. I just…don’t want you to feel like you have to…or like we’re expected to be, uh…something we’re–”

“Joel,” she says, soft but firm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Heat blooms in his chest.

“Yeah?”

She tilts her head up to look at him, silver eyes shining, and answers him with a long, sweet, lingering kiss that reignites the fire in his lower belly.

He’s definitely gonna need that vasectomy.

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[thelittlearanarathatcould]

The First Time I Saw, Met, Fell For, and Loved You

Alhaitham X female reader

Warnings -> Fluffy goodness, established relationship, reader is a bit of a bookworm, reader talks about an emotionally upsetting childhood

You loved Alhaitham’s home. It was spacious without being too big, the furniture was simple and cozy, and everywhere you looked, you saw him… and sometimes a glimpse of his roommate, like the slightly slanted painting hanging in the hallway. His study, or the ‘mini House of Daena’ as you called it, was the closest you could get to seeing the inside of his mind. You’ve always believed a person’s bookshelf reveals their heart and soul - yours held a dozen of romance novels and the non-fiction books relevant to your studies. Every single shelf Alhaitham had was filled with non-fiction, ranging across several different fields of study. His knowledge seemed endless, and yet somehow, he was still finding things to learn.

“What about these, ‘Haitham?” You asked, calling the scribe by the affectionate nickname you’ve been using for the last several months.

Alhaitham looked up from the stack of books he was sorting through. “Am I supposed to know what books you’re talking about from that vague question?”

‘Smart ass.’ You thought, but maneuvered your way around the boxes and piles of books scattered all over the floor. Being the middle of the weekend there were no pressing matters at the Akademiya to attend to, and since you’ve been staying at your boyfriend’s house over the last several days, you decided to help him sort through his archive, a task he’s been meaning to do but has been too busy to touch.

Reaching the table, you set the books down and watched as he looked through them. “I’m way beyond the level for these now. You can put them with the others going to the House of Daena.”

Giving a little hum, you gathered the pile and moved across the study once again. Crouching next to the large box, which was already half full, you started placing the new additions neatly inside. One of the books fell from your grasp and hit the floor with a dull thud, and the sight of a page slipping free had you on the verge of a heart attack. Donating or not, Alhaitham wouldn’t be happy if you destroyed one of the books.

You quickly picked up the book and page to assess the damage. Surprisingly, the page didn’t belong to the book at all. The colour of the parchment was off, and the words on the fallen page were written in familiar handwriting, not typed.

𝒱𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒫𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝒬𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓁𝑒

𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 / 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒹

The list went on, taking up both sides of the paper. You knew this list was about you - too many of the traits and habits lined up for it to be anyone but you.

Feeling a little stunned, you slowly stood up and approached your boyfriend. “What’s this about?”

Alhaitham glanced at the paper. You don’t know what reaction you were expecting, maybe something along the lines of flustered or embarrassed, but he remained as straight-faced as ever. “If you have to ask me that, then you don’t know yourself very well.”

Your eyes narrowed a little. “You’re avoiding the question. Why? Does this make you shy?”

You wiggled the paper for dramatic effect, but he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. “There’s nothing to be shy about. Those are merely observations I made while I was getting to know you, that’s all. Why are you getting so excited about this? Does it bother you?”

“No, I’m not bothered at all. I just can’t believe you wrote this stuff down, or that you were paying any attention to me back then. I mean,” You pointed to the fifth bullet point. “I only did this once, and it was before we formally met. How did you even know about it?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The House of Daena, although normally a quiet place, was even more so today. There were only a handful of scholars using the facility, most of which where on the other side of the library. Alhaitham had the back all to himself… mostly to himself. There was a girl sitting a table over, but she was working quietly and the scribe had gotten so engrossed in his book he forgot she was there entirely.

Until…

“You have a lot of nerve to turn down my offer.” A heated voice caught his attention. The speaker wasn’t shouting, but in the quietness of the library, it echoed pretty clearly.

“Will you keep your voice down? If you don’t know how to behave in a library, don’t wander in here.”

Alhaitham’s gaze shifted from his book, eyes narrowing as he glared at the source of the disturbance. The girl’s head was turned away from him, and standing at the edge of the table she sat at was a scholar wearing an angry expression.

The scholar huffed and crossed his arms. “Give me one good reason why you won’t join this project.”

“I’ve given you plenty of reasons already. The physical and mental strain of your research isn’t worth the reward, and if that doesn’t satisfy you, here’s another reason: I don’t like you.”

The corner of Alhaitham’s mouth twitched with an urge to curl from the amusement of her response.

The man looked offended and even more upset. “What’s wrong with me?”

The girl reached into her bag and held out a rolled up sheet of paper. The scholar took it, but the second it changed hands, the paper unrolled and kept rolling until it hit the floor and continued on for a few more feet.

“What the hell is this?” The scholar questioned.

“A list of all the reasons why you get on my nerves. Educate yourself.” The girl said, gathering her things and swiftly departing from the scene.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You were there? I had no idea.” You said, searching your memory for a glimpse of the scribe but to no avail.

Alhaitham crossed his arms. “I’m not surprised, given your lack of awareness in regards to your environment.”

Rolling your eyes, you took a step back. “I’m not that- Ow.”

Flinching, you stepped forward and placed a hand on your lower back, rubbing the spot that got jabbed by the corner of the wooden table. Having just proved his point, you couldn’t help but feel a little flustered.

The man sighed a little. “And that is why ‘lack of awareness regarding your surroundings’ has made it to the list, right under your inability to recognize sarcasm.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The desk in his office never failed to be empty, granted such a thing came with the territory of never being present to receive the applications and other documents when they were turned in. It never usually took him long and he would be out and on his own before more paperwork showed up, which would be left to suffer the same fate as the papers before.

If being present in his office during operational hours wasn’t rare enough of an occurrence for the day, the soft knock on the open door was the icing on the cake. Alhaitham looked up, spotting a young woman that struck him as familiar but he couldn’t place his finger on where he had seen her before.

“Sorry, is now a bad time? I can come back later.” She said, sounding a little nervous.

She wasn’t holding anything, so she couldn’t have been here to submit an application. Perhaps she needed to pick one up? “No, now is fine. Are you here to fill out an application?”

She nodded and Alhaitham silently pointed to the folder hanging on the pin board. The girl thanked him and went to retrieve one, and it wasn’t until she turned on a certain angle that the scribe remembered where he had seen her before: the library. He couldn’t find a trace of the wit and attitude she carried several days ago.

“Um,” Her timid voice made him look up again. “Any advice on filling this out?”

Her question confused him. His brows pulled together as he tried to decipher what she was trying to say, but his expression must have made her more anxious because she suddenly rushed out an explanation.

“I-I’ve heard that it’s difficult to get your approval for these things, so I figured I’d ask what exactly you look for. I’d rather not have to write it out twice.”

Alhaitham both understood why she was nervous, but at the same time, didn’t have a clue. Most people were weary of approaching him, this he knew, but the anxious waves rolling off of her felt a little much. Again, his thoughts jumped back to the version of her from the library.

“Just make sure all the necessary information is there and that it’s written correctly and professionally.” By the time he finally answered, the girl looked like she was ready to melt into a puddle of nerves. “Prove to me that you are serious about this. As long as your research follows the rules, I won’t have a reason to reject your application.”

“P-Prove it? How should I do that?”

Maybe a joke would ease her anxiety. If her act in the library was real, then she also has a sarcastic sense of humour. “That’s for you to decide, but I’d say raiding a Hilichurl camp and stealing a shield is a good way to go.”

Alhaitham’s joke didn’t have the impact he thought it would, because when he entered his office several days later, he found a fully completed application and one of the largest stone Mitachurl shields he’d ever seen.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The snicker on his face made you scowl. “Don’t laugh. I barely knew you back then - how was I supposed to recognize your sarcasm when you were so stone-faced?”

“Believe me, if I had known you were going to take me so seriously, I wouldn’t have picked something so dangerous.” Alhaitham said. His eyes narrowed a little. “Regardless if you thought I was being serious or not, you shouldn’t have put yourself in harms way like that. It was reckless and foolish.”

You shrugged. “It’s not like I did it alone - I hired some experienced adventurers to come with me. Sure I got a couple scratches and bruises from the ordeal, but I came out of it with a pretty cool shield and an application good enough to earn your approval.” You poked him in the chest. “Don’t act like my little stunt didn’t charm you. You couldn’t stay away from me after that.”

He raised a brow. “Really? That’s not how I remember it. To my recollection, it was you who kept finding every opportunity you could to invade my space with your presence.”

“Oh please, if you didn’t like my company, you would have told me off ages ago.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The bench Alhaitham sat on was tucked away beneath the shade of a tree, protecting the scholar from the hot sun that shined over the city. The Akademiya’s garden was quiet, though many students were attending class at this hour.

“Hey, stranger. Mind if I sit?” A feminine voice asked.

Alhaitham didn’t look up from his book - he didn’t need to. He recognized the voice, and only one person would approach him so confidently for no particular reason. “Just don’t disturb me, alright?”

(Y/N) giggled and joined him on the bench, turning to sit across it lengthwise with her back leaning against his side. “You won’t even know I’m here.”

She fell into silence, the only sounds of her presence being the occasional turning of pages. Alhaitham wasn’t one for socialization, much less unnecessary physical contact. The girl sitting next to him, however, was the opposite. He noticed long ago that she took every opportunity she could to give and receive contact, but at the same time, she respected boundaries and never forced her affection on anyone. He asked about it once, and her answer was simple: physical contact brought her comfort. After that, he was more willing to tolerate her coming into his space to a certain extent.

Thinking back on the months he’s gotten to know her, Alhaitham realized that he still wasn’t sure who she really was. The first time he noticed her, she had the fearlessness of a rishboland tiger. The first time they spoke, she had the timidness of a desert fox. Now, as this… whatever it was between them has progressed, she reminded him of a domesticated dog with her happy-go-lucky attitude and tendency to track him down when she wanted attention.

“Alhaitham, do you know what this word means?” She suddenly asked after a long silence.

The scribe turned his head towards her, the smell of her hair filling his next breath with the faint scent of fruit as he read the word she was pointing to. “Onomatopoeia. It’s a term to refer to words that are similar to sounds.”

“So it’s just a fancy way of referring to sound effects?” (Y/N) huffed. “I hate when authors throw in big, complicated words like this. It pulls me out of the story.”

“Maybe if you read something other then fiction all the time, you’d be able to expand your vocabulary.”

She shushed him. “Hey, my books are off limits for your sarcasm.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that all the romance novels you read will pollute your brain and obstruct your view from reality?”

“If that’s true, then I don’t mind walking through the world blind.” The sudden tenderness in her voice caught the scribe off guard. He expected her to retort in a biting tone, not to speak with such fondness. “Growing up, I never got to witness a clear concept of what love looks like. All I’ve seen from my mother was failed relationships, and my father… well, he taught me all the ways a romantic partner can screw me over. Maybe my experiences should have turned me off of love, but instead, it left me with a desire to find a healthy one. Sure, the characters and the worlds they live in aren’t real, but the love they share? I believe it is. The author couldn’t have written something so passionate if they haven’t experienced or desired such a strong love themselves. Is it so wrong to crave such a basic human emotion?”

“No, it’s not wrong, but it’s not necessary for survival either. I’m a prime example.”

The girl laughed quietly. “Just because you choose to live the lone wolf lifestyle doesn’t mean you’re incapable of giving or receiving love, Alhaitham. You choose to avoid it because not having to deal with those things makes your life easier in your eyes, and that’s fine. For me, though, I’m an emotional person. I can’t imagine living my life without feeling, even if those feelings bring a hassle with them.” He felt her head rest against his shoulder. “You know, I believe only true evil is incapable of feeling love. The way I see it, love and emotions go hand in hand with morals - feeling these things means each person has a line they won’t cross. Those who can’t? They’ll never know when too far is too far. I mean, that’s why the cardinal sins exist, isn’t it? To keep scholars from getting so invested in their research that they forget emotional boundaries.”

And just like that, the scribe had her figured out. (Y/N) was smart in her field of study but her true wisdom lied in her emotional intelligence. Her words were pretty but what she said wasn’t hard to believe. Biologically, she required more emotion for survival more then he did, and her view of the link between emotion and morals was the foundation in her concept of right and wrong. Alhaitham lived his life through logic and reasoning, aiming for a simple existence. (Y/N) lived hers through emotion, aiming for an existence filled with unquestionable love.

She was his polar opposite, and yet, this new knowledge didn’t deter him from keeping her around. Oddly enough, it made him feel something else entirely. The urge to protect her suddenly coated him, a feeling he both wanted to push away and act on.

(Y/N) closed her book and sat up, the heat and pressure of her body against him vanishing. The exposure of his side should have been a relief, but it annoyed him instead. “I’ve bothered you enough for an afternoon. Enjoy the rest of your book, Alhaitham.”

He didn’t look up from the page, but he wasn’t reading the words either. He was too focused on the sound of her footsteps growing distance to take in any new information. When she disappeared completely, Alhaitham closed his book and stared at the bush thriving a few feet across from him. The unopened flower buds gave him an idea of what was happening to him.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Taken completely by surprise, you blinked up at the man. “You’re joking. That’s when you started having feelings for me?”

“Yes. Is there something wrong with that?” Alhaitham asked, crossing his arms again.

You shook your head. “No, I just never expected you to be the one to fall first. You hid it so well.”

“You, on the other hand, didn’t.”

Heat attacked your cheeks. “Oh, come on! Do we have to bring that up?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was another rare day where Alhaitham could be found in his office during appropriate hours. The workload he had to complete was light, much so that he had more then enough time to address the disaster pacing around the room.

The scribe was blunt and to the point with social interaction, but he wasn’t negligent to the emotions of those around him. Thanks to (Y/N), his ability to read people was better then ever. He noticed how jumpy she had been the past few weeks, how her eyes would widen whenever he got close and how she seemed to stumble over her words more frequently while speaking. It was clear something was making her nervous, and whatever it was only seemed to apply to him.

“Um, Alhait- never mind.” She spoke his name but backed out halfway through, seeming to grow flustered as she turned away from him.

Alhaitham looked up from the paperwork he was sorting through. “If it’s really nothing, you wouldn’t have brought it up. You’ve been acting strange lately.”

“No I haven’t!” She exclaimed. “Y-You’re imagining it.”

He raised a brow. Him? Imagining anything? Ridiculous. He knew what he saw. “You feel guilty about something.” Her head snapped towards him so fast he was surprised she didn’t break her neck. “You won’t look me in the eye yet you keep staring at me like you want to say something. You’ve been fidgeting, you jump every time I call your name, and you only exhibit this behaviour in front of me. So, whatever it is you’ve done wrong-”

“I have feelings for you, okay!”

Her voice echoed in the office and if not for the closed door, it would have reached the hallway too. She wasn’t looking at him anymore - her head was turned to the side and her eyes were squeezed shut, hands balled into fists.

Alhaitham leaned back in his chair. “Is that all?”

She turned to him again, jaw falling open in shock, glassy eyes widening. “That’s it? I just blurted out my feelings for you -which I’ve been desperately trying to hide, by the way- and that’s all you have to say?”

The scribe picked up the book sitting on the edge of his desk and stood up. “Something like that isn’t worth making a fuss over. If you were at a point where hiding it was making your life more difficult, then you should have come to me about it sooner.”

Walking around his desk, Alhaitham headed towards the bookshelf placed against the wall behind her. But first, he stopped in front of the girl, pinched her chin between his thumb and index finger, and tilted her head up higher so he could reach her lips. A muffled squeak escaped her, the look on her face as he pulled away priceless.

Alhaitham carried on towards the shelf and placed the book back, taking another that he needed to reference.

“Wait… what just happened?” She asked, very much in disbelief. “Did you just… not reject me?”

He sighed and turned back to her. “I think my actions were pretty clear. If you’re still not understanding, allow me to spell it out for you.” Pinching her chin again, he drew in close until his lips were just above hers. He noticed how her breath hitched. “I’m not rejecting you, (Y/N).”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I still think you could have been a little nicer to me. I really believed you were making fun of me.” You said, wrapping your arms around the scribe’s waist.

Alhaitham bent his neck so he could kiss the top of your head. “You know I don’t like to see others in misery, but I was being honest. If you had told me how you felt sooner, you wouldn’t have had to worry for so long.”

Nuzzling your cheek into his chest, you closed your eyes and breathed him in. He smelled like crisp morning air and parchment. “What’s your excuse for not saying anything to me sooner? You felt the same way I did. You could have saved me the hassle and come clean earlier.”

“You’re right. I could have.” He said, resting his chin on the top of your head. His hands found your upper arms, thumbs drawing little circles onto the skin. “I didn’t say anything because I was unsure if a romantic relationship was something I wanted to pursue.”

“Because you thought it would complicate your simple way of life?” Alhaitham hummed, and you could feel the vibrations in his chest. “What changed your mind?”

He pulled away just enough to be able to look you in the eye. “Kaveh said something that bothered me.” He cupped one of your cheeks in his hand. “He said watching another man love a girl he wanted would be more complicated then loving her himself.”

You blinked in surprise, picturing his roommate. You considered Kaveh a friend but you knew his relationship with Alhaitham was strained. “Seriously? He gave you that advice?”

The corner of the scribe’s lips curled up. It only noticeable because you were standing so close. “He had a few drinks in him.”

Throwing your head back, you laughed towards the ceiling. “Of course. Regardless, remind me to thank him for knocking some sense into you.”

Your giggles filled the quiet study, and as they finally began to quiet down, the melody of gentle kisses took over. The softness of his lips made you sigh, your arms releasing his waist to wrap around his neck instead.

Pulling back with what you were sure was a dreamy look on your face, you played with the silver hair at the back of his head. “I love you, Alhaitham.”

His teal-brown eyes softened, a gentle expression reserved only for you appearing on his handsome face. “And I love you.”

You grinned, giggling like a love sick fool. “I know.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader

[kastelixa]

relationship headcanons! :3 Leon Kennedy x gn!reader

These are more on the topic of affection and touch! This is also my first time writing anything lol so pls excuse any odd sentences or jumps!

fluffy, a little angsty too! The reader can b male or female— or neither!

I tried to not be OOC lol >_<

-He’s def sooo awkward when it comes to romance. Like, especially during the first few stages. It takes, like, maybe a whole year (MAYBE more or less) to get this man to warm up to you.

-So, little to no affection at first. Maybe an awkward pat on the back or shoulder here and there and some gruff praise like “Good job” or “nice” when u do something special or important to u but that’s all ur getting :(

-BUT that doesn’t mean he like, doesn’t like you or anything! He’s just very emotionally stunted, esp after Raccoon city and Spain.

-He’s essentially the whole “you fell first but he fell harder” trope, yk??? Maybe the opposite in RE2

-Sometimes, he wishes he could be more affectionate n’ loving towards you. He’s so driven by his job that sometimes his brain doesn’t have enough time for you, since he’s so busy stressing and overworking himself :(

-So when those days come n’ it’s just supposed to be time for you two— like a fun little movie date or something sweet, he does his best to be the best boyfriend he can be.

-Which usually involves holding your hand or complimenting you or using cute little terms of endearment (albeit awkwardly). So like, “You look nice today.” or “Thanks, babe.” when accepting gifts or compliments from you, but the word feels foreign on his tongue and his face scrunches up a bit right after which makes him look SO cute and silly (to you) so you laugh and tell him he doesn’t have to be all lovey dovey if he doesn’t want to.

-Which he agrees begrudgingly, because deep down he WANTS to be all close to you and stuff. It makes him feel self conscious, seeing other couples being all touchy and calling each other “sweetheart” or “honey”— it makes him envious.

-But it’s hard for him to be open with his emotions. It’s hard to open up, ESPECIALLY when it comes to romance. There’s trust and commitment issues due to *ahem* past experiences that he hasn’t gotten over yet.

-But that’s a whole other topic. In summary, Leon Kennedy is shit when it comes to all that emotional stuff.

-Though, he starts feeling like he’s not close with you. Like you’re just his friend instead of his s/o. It frustrates him because he wants nothing more than to be close to you.

-So, he starts making an effort. Starting with subtle grazes and touches, like his thumb rubbing gentle circles onto the back of your hand when your holding his.

-Or his shoulder subtly brushing against yours when he walks along side you. His thigh pressing against yours when you two sit together to watch some cheesy movie that he doesn’t particularly pay attention to.

-It’s simple things like that. And at first you don’t notice. Maybe it’s an accident, you think. Right? Well, you’re wrong. Because he starts getting bolder.

-Now, he puts a comforting hand over your thigh during those movie nights. If he’s feeling especially confident, he wraps an arm around your shoulders. His limbs are stiff and his movements are awkward though.

-But when he sees you aren’t making a big deal about it, just giving a simple little glance and a sweet, reassuring smile— it makes his heart skip a beat and a surge of warmth shoot through him.

-And so he relaxes, holding you close and tighter. There and then, he realizes how nice it is to hold someone, to depend on someone and maybe— just maybe, be vulnerable.

-It’s still a struggle, but he’s more open with his affection right after that. Giving you awkward little side hugs, ruffling your hair and mussing it up, even pressing a little smooch to your cheeks!

-And boy, are you proud of him (and real giddy too). It takes a little getting used to, since the first time it caught you so off guard that your stunned expression got a little chuckle out of him.

-But, baby steps! This doesn’t happen quickly of course, Like I said— maybe a year or some months into the relationship. But soon enough, you’ll have Leon opening up and following you around like a lost puppy (more like a guard dog) everywhere you go <3

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[writerblue275]

Brief Valentine’s Day Plans with Heartsteel

Inspiration: Hahahaha I’m so very single (I’m really fine with that. I gotta focus on myself at the moment) but I love LOVE so you all get this. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Champions: Heartsteel

Genre: Headcanon

Type: Fluff. *small sigh* I restrained myself.

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader!

TW: Swearing because I swear. Otherwise it’s fluffy time! ☺️

Aphelios

I can’t see Phel doing anything super out there or dramatic. That just doesn’t seem like him. But you know what I can see him doing?

Getting your fav takeout and throwing a cute little couples game night for the two of you. Cards, board games, video games, etc. Music he made in the background to set the fun vibe.

I have to think Aphelios is a gamer. Like I’d be so shocked if he wasn’t. Besides card and board games I’m thinking he’s both a pc and console gamer and he’s a big Nintendo guy.

He loves Smash Bros, Mario Kart, or Splatoon, and you two are working through Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom together. And while Phel’s super competitive in multiplayer games, he’s been teaching you tricks! (You’re the only one he’ll teach. Everyone else can just deal.)

It’d just be a lovely night. Hanging with your favorite person and having a great time doing something you enjoy together. Frankly those are some of my very favorite types of dates.

Ezreal

Very fun and very sweet. Heart fluttering. That’s what Valentine’s Day with Heartsteel Ezreal would be like.

I’m imagining a mix of like classic romantic gestures with some fun “young love” type vibes. Like he’s getting you flowers and taking you out to a nice dinner….

And then afterwards both of you go to an arcade/arcade bar and just have a fucking blast together. God help you when you try and take Ez on in air hockey or ski ball though. His AIM. Or in DDR? He’ll absolutely distract you so you don’t beat his score. (Distract him back!!)

But it’s fine because all those tickets he’s winning, he’s spending on you. Or on stuff that both of you can use. Like matching plushies or fidget toys. (So cute oml.)

Just an day/evening of fun moments, sweet kisses, and that feeling of young love, even if you’ve been with Ezreal for years.

Kayn

You might think Heartsteel’s resident bad boy is not very romantic. But, I truly believe Kayn can be, just in his own way of course! I don’t think super sappy romantic gestures are his thing. But having experiences with you is something he treasures.

I can imagine him picking you up and taking you somewhere far outside the city at night. A surprise location in the country. Somewhere quiet and peaceful.

And what does Kayn have planned? Well he packed pillows, blankets, your favorite drinks, and…a picnic basket! He’s planned a surprise picnic under the stars!

I feel like Kayn is really great to have deep conversations with, but you have to be someone special to have such talks with him. Him being so vulnerable indicates the extremely deep level of trust he has with and love he has for you.

Enjoy star gazing, cuddling, and chatting the night away with your person. What a super sweet way to get even closer to each other, no matter how long you’ve been with him.

K’Sante

Oh this would be an excellent Valentine’s Day with those classical romance vibes. K’Sante is fully about to wine and dine you, baby. Enjoy that shit. You’re getting spoiled like you absolutely deserve.

Buys/makes you a whole new outfit because you deserve it. If he doesn’t make you a full outfit he at least helps make part of it. Like accessories or something.

Reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in the city. K’Sante always thinks ahead and made it months in advance. (See why he’s one of the leaders of HS?)

Afterwards driving to an overlook and just watching the lights and talking about anything and everything. Moments filled with soft words and even softer kisses.

Just the classic movie-esque romantic night and I’m all for it (lmao I’m such a romantic). K’Sante definitely knows how to make your heart beat faster.

Sett

(Lord help me I gotta stop myself from going off the rails but he’d be so damn good at this.)

You want romance? By fucking god Sett’s going to give you ROMANCE, darling. He’s a gentleman.

He’s making a full meal from scratch (it’s your favorite meal of his that he makes), and also setting the ambiance. Table set, candles, lights low, flowers/other presents he knows you’ll like. The whole nine yards.

Sett’s not letting you lift a finger either. The most he’ll let you do is help pre-rinse some of the dishes after dinner. He’s in full Prince Charming mode and it’s excellent.

You thought the night ended at dinner? Wrong. Bubble bath with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. Fluffy bath robes. Doing each others skin care. All the sweet shit.

And afterwards? Well just be patient and see where the night takes you. 😉 But overall what a lovely and romantic night with Sett, your gentleman of a partner. (I’m swooning just thinking about it.)

Yone

Your love/relationship with Yone isn’t loud or bombastic. It’s steady and unwavering. And that vibe is how Valentine’s Day is for the two of you.

He picks you up and brings you to his studio where he’s spiffed it up! Your favorite flowers in a vase. Both of your favorite take out (the place he took you on your first date) on a table w/ candles.

Yone’s got music playing softly in the background (a playlist he made just for you for Valentine’s Day of course). It’s every single song that makes him think of you. (When you ask him out of curiosity how long the playlist is, your ever-stoic partner turns a little pink as he mumbles, “o-over 4 hours….”)

During the slow songs Yone will even dance with you a little because he loves how it makes you smile. While dancing, he’ll rest his chin on your head if you’re short enough. And once you’re done dancing, you two can cuddle on the couch in his studio and do/talk about whatever.

It’s not over the top. It’s not grand. But it’s an intimate and personal night with the love of your life and truly nothing can be better than that.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Whether you’re a single pringle like myself or you are celebrating Valentine’s Day with someone, I hope your day is filled with love! 💙🥰

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[mackjlee9]

i must know..

nsfw alphabet..

yuji, megumi and gojo..

a, i, o, r

N$FW Alphabet Mini Event

(7/10)

Itadori Yuuji x Top!Male!Reader

Fushiguro Megumi x Top!Male!Reader

Gojo Satoru x Top!Male!Reader

A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Yuuji| he is pretty chill, he can clean himself up while you fix the bed, however, he is a little tired and wants to sleep soon, so he does it haphazardly almost, so you have to clean him after he lays on the freshly changed sheets and he just lets you because he fell asleep instantly.

If it was something more rough, then yeah, you would have to take care of him, usually run him a bath and he'll be there silently, just soaking in the warm water until you come and wash his body gently, but yeah, he doesn't think he needs aftercare that often.

Megumi| a mess. His whole body trembling and he can barely keep his eyes open, tears still running down his face.

Megumi has a sensitive body so he always ends up fucked dumb, sometimes he even passes out from the overstimulation, so you clean him up, take care of his shaking body and hold him close after grabbing some water and painkillers in case he needs them when he wakes up.

He needs a lot of love and aftercare, so stroke his hair, wipe his tears, and place kisses on his eyelids, and he'll instantly cuddle up to you.

Gojo| he really thinks he can take care of himself, you look at him skeptically and sigh with a small smile when his wobbly legs fail to get him up from the bed.

Then he looks up at you with a cheeky smile and lifts his arms toward you, "could you pick me up?"

You do it without complaining and get him to sit on the bed while you prepare a bath for both of you to enjoy and relax in.

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Yuuji| well... If Sukuna isn't being a little bitch, it tends to be more of a silly cute moment, Yuuji gets a little embarrassed when it comes to romance and fluffy stuff, so he's more comfortable when something funny happens and doesn't ruin the moment.

Megumi| he pretends to hate it, but when you're holding his body close to you and whispering praises to his ears, he can't help the whimper that escapes him as he holds you closer to him and doesn't let you go.

The moment is romantic in itself, even more when Megumi looks at you with teary eyes and tells you he loves you.

Gojo| I mean, it depends. This man likes to rile you up and tease you, so he's a little shit most of the day, and then you have to fuck the brat out of him.

But then there are times when Gojo is so sensitive and stimulated he just wants you to hold him gently, reassuring him that you love everything about him.

O= Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

Yuuji| he doesn't have good technique when giving, but he's eager to learn! So go easy on him until he's used to the feeling.

But he does enjoy receiving more for the time being, probably because his jaw hurts afterward, so does his throat and he tends to choke quite a bit.

Megumi| he gets so shy and whiny when you go down on him, so he rather give you a blowjob instead, it actually gets him so turned on since he has an oral fixation.

He will not gag, and he will take every drop of chm because he loves the way you taste.

Gojo| he loves both, so a 69 with Gojo is the best way of giving head and having you go down on him, so it's a win-win.

And you bet this man gives the best head known to nan, you could legit fuck his mouth like a flashlight and he will not even flinch.

R= Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Yuuji| maybe he'll take risks if Sukhna annoys him enough, mocking him that he's too much of a coward to have sex in such a public place. He'll take the risk, but he won't if you don't want to.

He's not too fond of experimenting unless he's interested, it'll take a long time to assure him that you'll stop the moment he doesn't like it anymore.

Megumi| not the riskiest guy, the farthest you've gone was fucking his thighs in a dark alley because of the effect a small curse had on you when you lowered your guard, that is as far as he's gotten risky.

Now... Experimenting? He loves it, he's willing to try anything as long as you're okay with it since he's the one suggesting new things every few weeks.

Gojo| he's a huge pervert on both of these.

The biggest risk was when he created a veil pretty small and had you fucking him in public, a pretty crowded place where there were always people around, and he loved the illusion of those civilians knowing what you were doing in such a place.

Always up to try something new, he likes the thrill that trying something new gives him, which has led him in developing quite a few kinks.

#.zeke~ #.lee's mini event. #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji x male reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x male reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

[widowsistersandfriends]

Ice Breaker

Requests: hello! firstly i love your fics so tysm for writing :)) may i pls request an emo wanda x reader fic where wanda is shy and new, and they both have a crush on each other. reader somehow finds out wanda is ticklish but hates it, they have a massive tickle fight that ends in them both admitting their feelings? super cute + fluffy, thanks!!

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Wanda x reader where one is oblivious but crushing and the other is an anxious mess but crushing also and Nat and Yelena maybe help them realize their feelings through mischievous tickle pranks to get them either to confess or break them out of their shells? Lots of leeway...pun intended

Note: Thank you so much for these requests! I apologize for taking so long to get to them, but I decided to combine these two because they were similar! I appreciate your support and hope you enjoy this fic :) I also apologize if I didn't represent Emos correctly 😅 feel free to correct me if I did not portray them well!

Warnings: There is romance and flirting between Wanda and the reader, but not steamy stuff or kissing. Mostly just playful flirting/banter plus tickling

Word Count: 1522

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Wanda was new to the compound, shy yet eager to get to know people. Her long, dark hair contrasted strongly with her paler skin. The thick, dark makeup around her eyes told you that she was no stranger to perfecting her looks. Her aura was so strong and you couldn’t help but sneak peeks at her every so often.

One afternoon, you were sitting in the living room with Wanda, Natasha, and Yelena. The two sisters were trying to help you guys get better acquainted at the compound with your team of superheroes. 

“Let’s play an icebreaker game!” Yelena suggested excitedly.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked.

The blonde pondered for a moment before raising an eyebrow mischievously. 

“How about we play truth or dare?” She suggested.

“Is this just an excuse for us to spill our secrets?” Natasha asked skeptically.

“Duh, why do you think I’m here,” Yelena commented sarcastically, earning her a pinch to the ribs.

“You okay with that Wanda?” You asked, daring to look up and make eye contact with her. 

She met your eyes with a soft smile forming on her face, giving you a small nod. You felt your heart skip a beat, noticing that she was wearing a tight black leather jacket. You bit your lip softly and shook away the nerves.

“Are we all ready to begin?” Natasha asked. You guys then all formed a circle to reach the stack of cards in the middle. 

Each one of you took turns, drawing cards for different players to complete the dare or spill the truth. The next card you drew was for Yelena, which was a truth asking when was the last time she wet her pants. 

The blonde huffed in annoyance, not wanting to answer the question. 

“I refuse to answer,” the blonde said defiantly. 

“What’s the rule about skipping a turn?” You asked Natasha curiously.

“Well, there’s not really a formal rule, but I can definitely make one,” Natasha said slyly.

“Oh no, don’t you dare!” Yelena shouted, as Natasha began to tickle her sister to pieces.

“NATAHAHASHA! STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHI CAHAHANT,” Yelena cried, wiggling away from her sister.

“This is what you get for skipping the question,” Natasha teased, following her sister everywhere she went, getting her sides, ribs, and stomach.

You and Wanda were both too shy to join in, so you guys stayed back and just watched in amusement as Yelena screamed for you guys to help her.

“There’s no way I’m getting involved in that,” Wanda commented quietly, as you smiled in agreement. However, that statement made you begin to wonder. Was Wanda ticklish? You were too shy and embarrassed to ask, let alone say the word. You felt anxious inside, knowing that this was a great opportunity to sneak that question in. However, you worried it would make things awkward and she may feel you were disrespecting her boundaries. 

You opened your mouth, ready to ask the question, but snapped it shut out of fear. Wanda turned towards you, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Something on your mind?” Wanda asked.

Her tone of voice and eye contact made you blush, as you quickly looked away in embarrassment. 

“Um, no I’m okay,” you blurted out quickly.

“You sure nothing is bothering you?” Wanda asked, but her tone was in a teasing way, and you knew you had been caught.

“I promise, I’m fine,” you insisted. 

Natasha was finally done wrecking her sister, as Yelena scolded you and Wanda for not saving her.

Next, it was time for Natasha to draw a card for you. It was blank, which meant she could think of a truth or dare for you.

“Hmm, let’s see. How about, is there anyone you have a crush on in this room?” Natasha asked, knowing damn well you did.

You narrowed your eyes at her, not knowing if you should just take the punishment and not answer. 

“Oooooh, this is a good one!” Wanda chimed in, inching closer to you as your face warmed up yet again.

“Ummm, no, I don’t,” you lied, hoping they would believe you.

“You sure about that?” Wanda asked, quickly reaching out to gently claw your side, causing you to yelp and cover your mouth.

“I think we’ve got a liarrrr,” Yelena teased, quickly pouncing on your legs and tickling your feet.

“GAHAHAHAH YELELEHEHENA PLEHEHEHEASE,” you begged, knowing that she was gonna get full revenge for you not helping her earlier.

“Need some help?” Natasha asked Wanda, as the redhead pinned your arms above your head, as Wanda sat on your waist. You were pinned and had nowhere to go.

Your eyes widened and your cheeks burst into red flames as Wanda sat dominatingly above you, staring down at you like you were her next prey.

She raised an eyebrow at you, throwing in a smirk which made you want to scream in embarrassment. You also forgot she could read your mind.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t make you scream in embarrassment. I’m gonna make you scream with laughter, “ Wanda reassured you teasingly.

“No! Please!” You cried, as she wiggled her black nails right above your armpits. You giggled and squirmed in anticipation despite her not even touching you yet. 

“So sensitive,” Natasha teased, laughing at your state. Wanda then began to scratch her sharp nails on your armpits, combined with the foot tickling from Yelena made you shout with laughter, wiggling as much as you could.

“NAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you cried out, as Wanda used her thumbs to knead the area between your ribs and armpits. You wheezed with laughter, accepting your defeat to the tickling. There was nothing you could do but laugh.

“You gonna tell us who your crush is?” Wanda asked with a wink.

“NEHEHEVER!” You cried out, secretly enjoying being tickled by her.

She moved her hands down slightly to claw and dig into your ribs with her nails, as you arched your back and squealed with laughter. 

“Good spot,” Natasha noted.

Yelena had now started tickling the tops of your feet, a spot you couldn’t stand, as you shook your head back and forth, knowing you were about to break.

“Ooooh try her belly button,” Natasha suggested, as an evil grin spread on Wanda’s face.

“NO PLEASE! ANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!” You screamed, bucking upwards as her finger touched your belly button, as you were unable to move or escape. The torturous sensation lingered despite you trying to suck your stomach in. You tapped out, knowing they had gotten to your weak spot.

“IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you gasped out.

“Spillll,” Yelena said, climbing off of your legs.

“Fine. Wanda.” You said, rolling over in embarrassment.

“Awwwww how precious,” Natasha cooed, even though she already knew.

“Wait really?” Wanda asked, genuinely shocked. This whole time she had thought she was right in thinking it was Natasha.

“Oh wow, Y/N, I’m flattered. Thank you,” Wanda said shyly.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend like you didn’t know,” Yelena said with an eye roll.

“No I actually didn’t!” Wanda said, still slightly in shock.

“Yeah right. I bet you just wanted me to say it,” you huffed, as Wanda continued to deny and be in shock.

“Well, now it’s my turn to ask you a truth,” you said to the witch.

“Are you ticklish?” You whispered in her ear, making her squirm slightly.

“Hmm? Yes?” You teased, poking around her torso.

“Nohohoho Y/N please I hate being tickled!” Wanda cried. 

“And I hate being embarrassed in front of other people,” you growled, sitting on her thighs and squeezing her hips.

A loud snort escaped from the witch, as she tried to buck you off of her.

“Nice try, but you’re not going anywhere,” you said evilly, now feeling more confident.

“Y/N! STAHAHAP I SWEHEHEAR,” Wanda laughed, clearly trying to hold back some of her laughter. 

“Nah,” you replied, now scratching at her inner thighs, as the witch’s laughter went up an octave. 

“You like me back?” You asked, now squeezing her knees.

“GAH STAHAAHAHAP IHIHITS TORTURE!” Wanda cried.

“Tell meeee,” you said teasingly, blushing at the sight of her being all helpless and giggly. It was rare to see from such a tough emo girl.

“YEHEHEHES IHIHI LIHIHIKE YOU NOHOHOW STAHAHAHAP,” Wanda shouted with laughter.

“How much do you like me?” You teased, wanting to extend this a little longer.

“SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH,” she cried, now getting low on air, which you knew was your cue to stop.

“Ah good to know,” you said, giggling at her state.

“What a show,” Yelena commented, as you both quickly spun around, forgetting that the two sisters were still there.

You covered your face in embarrassment, knowing that they had seen and heard everything.

“Don’t worry, it’s cute,” Natasha said with a grin.

“Especially Y/N,” Wanda commented, blowing a raspberry on your neck, making you squeal and curl up with laughter.

You shooed her away playfully, now feeling more comfortable around her than ever. It was relieving to know that you both felt the same way, and you were excited to see what the future would hold.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #wanda x reader #yelena x reader #natasha x reader #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #ler!wanda #ticklish!wanda #ler!yelena #ler!natasha #marvel tickle fic #tickle fic #marvel tickle #mcu tickle #black widow #scarlet witch #marvel #mcu #mcu tickle fic #emo #emo wanda

[catskze]

Levi Fluff/Wholesome Headcanons.

So, I made these headcanons as a "1 like for one headcanon" thing on another social media so. . . it got a lot of likes- but also turned it into me making a lot of headcanons.

Part 2 containing the NSFW ones here.

Enjoy !!

Levi doesn't think he's good at cooking, yet whenever he cooks for you, his food is surprisingly good.

Levi doesn't like public displays of affection but in private he's very touchy and clingy BUT, even in public, he would still try to reach you without the rest of the people to notice, for example, by stroking your thighs or holding your hand under the table.

Levi absolutely loves receiving a "cat treatment". Sleeping in your lap while getting his hair and face stroked.

Whenever you want to talk something serious with him, he feels the need to be touching you to understand you better. So takes your hand, your waist, strokes any other body part or he just keeps you close.

Levi is bad at showing affection through words. Whenever he tries, he blushes and stutters which ends up frustrating him.

Levi often visits Queen's Historia farm orphanage. Besides helping in the early steps of her project, he also has a soft spot for the underground kids. He wasn't precisely nice with them at the beginning, but the kids admired him a lot. After all, he became somewhat a legend from the underground, so then Levi kept trying to make them happy by playing or telling them short stories.

Levi's very observant, that's why he's also very attentive. He would notice if you didn't get enough rest, skipped a meal, or didn't drink enough water, however, he would remind and help you out with all that.

Levi on the early steps of the relationship would complain about your cleaning habits (no matter how good they are) but with time he'll keep himself quiet about it and help you out instead.

Levi would teach you to make the perfect tea to then ask for you to do it instead. Not to boss you around, it’s because he ended up liking it better the way you do it.

Whenever Levi looks at the stars, he remembers Furlan and Isabel, but as the years went by, he also thinks about all his lost comrades, naming every star by their names.

Headpats! He loves giving headpats as a form of affection (that's actually canon). He gives them because Kenny did the same with him whenever he congratulated him (probably after murdering someone but let's pretend it's fluffy and wholesome)

In a modern AU Levi would keep using the "old kind of romance", like, instead of making you a playlist or send you texts, he would make you a mixtape or write you love letters. (And avoid using too much technology, probably he owns a flip phone)

With a taller partner, Levi wouldn't ask for them to reach out things for him, he would just stare at them until they notice.

With a same height/shorter partner he would take the initiative and carry them in his shoulders for them to reach out the stuff.

If you are the one who's having a nightmare he would wrap his arms around your waist, holding you close, big spooning and stroke you until you can calm down. Even if you're feeling better, he'll stay that way.

Levi loves forehead kisses because they remind him of his mom. Bonus points if you also slowly sing him to sleep.

Levi likes to talk in a low volume, so if you didn't hear him, he rather gets close and whisper in your ear instead of yelling.

Levi doesn't consider himself attractive because of his shortness but he's aware of people thinking he is, which also makes him uncomfortable.

Levi doesn't really like to try new things so he always hesitates but if you get to convince him he might change his mind.

Levi gets easily overwhelmed, so if you're patient with him he will give you everything in return when he feels ready and comfortable.

Levi has a teacup for each of his closest people that matches their personalities, that way he makes sure no one touches his. If someone dies, he carefully puts them on a shelf on display.

Despite Levi being street smart, there are a lot of things about life on the surface he doesn't know yet, so whenever you teach him something, he gets so excited about it.

Levi usually avoids looking people in the eyes, it makes him nervous, but he would get lost in yours.

Levi on his free time would go to the stables and spend time with the horses. He just likes animals in general.

Levi loves praise and affirmation words. Being raised by Kenny made him to have low self-esteem and the feeling of "never being enough" so yes, keep giving him compliments.

Whenever you drink tea and hold the cup from the handle, Levi looks at it concerned in case it breaks.

Levi enjoys that both of you have independence from each other, but he still enjoys at its fullest every second that you're together.

Levi is selfless, he will always put you first.

When no one is near, Levi would sing while he's cleaning, doing laundry or any house chore.

Levi's trust is fragile. If you betray him, it would be hard for him to forgive you. Don't do it, always be honest with him.

During expeditions Levi would keep around apples or carrots as treats for his horse.

Levi would follow his instincts and buy you a certain kind of flowers because he just thought you'd like them, but after knowing their meaning, it was also an accurate choice.

Levi likes the smell of the flowers, but he cutely sneezes every time he gets close to them.

Levi likes when you tell him about your feelings, but he would absolutely love if you used body language instead. Cuddling close feeling each other while enjoying the silence would be enough for him to feel loved.

If you ask Levi to do something for you, he probably will, but he feels more comfortable and enjoys it better when he is the one that takes the initiative. In other words, don't be too pushy.

Levi seems to be quiet but that's because he either gets interrupted or he doesn't talk about things he likes, but once he's comfortable and talks about his fixations he can't shut up.

Levi prefers to enjoy the present rather than planning the future, because for him is uncertain.

We know that Levi doesn't like public displays of affection BUT even on public he would still try to reach you without the rest to notice, like, by stroking your thighs or holding your hand under the table.

Levi is good at memorizing faces, so he would go to an artist and describe detail by detail the features of his death comrades to keep their memories for longer.

Levi likes to sleep on your chest because it's comfortable but mostly because that way he can listen to your heartbeats, which he loves because they remind him that you're alive and there for him.

If Levi ever gets some peace, stability and decides to start a family, he would be a girl dad. Adopted or biological, he would love his daughter above all things. He would also be very apprehensive and protective towards her.

Levi thinks pet names are stupid, but still, he can't help to call you "dear", "darling", "love”, “sweetheart" or any classic pet name in private. Still. . . they could also slip out from his mouth in public, making him feel very embarrassed afterwards.

Levi is often seen as "cold and distant”, and he knows that, which also makes him feel sad because he doesn't purposely act that way. Deep inside of him he wishes he was more approachable and nicer.

Levi dislikes cats, mostly because he thinks they're going to leave their loose hair everywhere, BUT once he gets one, he quickly changes his mind at noticing their natural cleaning habits and he gets used to clean the cat's hairs. He enjoys how independent but also loving they are.

Levi likes when you do paperwork together. If he's faster at it, he would sneak a few papers out of your pile, so you have less work and finish sooner.

Whenever you say something dumb, Levi smiles a little and flicks your forehead. . . "Dumbass."

Levi would help you to get on and off the horses or carriages by taking your hand, open the door for you, move your chair for you to sit down or bring you food and medicine while being sick.

Levi suffers insomnia, so he will always be the first one to wake up. He won't disturb your sleep so he'll just stay there admiring your features, occasionally stroking your hair out of your face or, if you’re facing on the opposite direction, he would big spoon you.

Levi is VERY observant so he will notice when you see something you like without saying anything and buy it for you later.

Levi values loyalty and mutual trust, therefore, he would never cheat.

By being raised in the underground, Levi's way of talk is rough, so he often comes across as mean or too straightforward, but he would apologize to you because he doesn't mean to sound that way.

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi #shingeki no kyojin #captain levi #snk #aot #levi hc #levi hcs #levi headcanons

[lokiina]

I wasn't gonna do it. But I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna kjhdkfjghdkfjg

If you don't want character spoilers I'm slapping this under a readmore but I need to cry a lil about Gale.

So many people just think he's annoying or Solas 2.0 and that's kdghdfkjgh

if it's not coherent I apologize I need to word vomit.

!! also some mental health related TWs ahead as a warning !!

THIS MAN IS SO DEEPLY DEPRESSED. His self worth is so low and it's so heart wrenching to listen to and the writing is incredible.

(A lot of the characters in this game deal directly with like Gods and the abusive relationships they have with them but this is for Gale specifically. Everyone's got their own mess that's it's own thing. )

Holy fucking shit. I don't know if you get some of the dialog options I have gotten if you don't actively romance him but omfg. Man openly admitted to being suicidal so you talking him out of blowing himself up while everyone else including the last love his life is saying "kill yourself" is such a big big deal. Even if the end result is being framed as help. It's not. It's more manipulation and down right fucking EVIL.

His relationship with Mystra is messed up, the power imbalance is fuckin wild and if anyone out of this is expecting a goddess to be the victim when she was clearly a manipulator is unreal. Their situation he was just trying desperately to prove his worth to her and her essentially stringing him along until he wasn't of any use anymore. He wanted Mystra to see him as equal to her, and nothing he ever did was enough for her. Cuz she did not care about him. If it was a proper relationship and she actually loved him back he wouldn't have had to try to continuously prove himself.

He was taken advantage of through his relationship and his entire self worth has been shattered. Now he's not entirely without fault through some of it and acknowledges where he screwed up himself.

When you offer to find another way for him that doesn't end up in him exploding, you kick a lil spark back into him and as someone who's fuckin struggled with self worth and depression. I feel for him so hard. Sometimes it does take another person simply acknowledging your worth to be that lil spark. It doesn't even have to be in a romantic sense.

This man is high key autistic coded. Everything about the way he loves so purely, misses cues on certain things and misunderstands and needs direct clarification on stuff. Ask him about his special interest, magic. The gloom drops in these moments. It's fuckin precious as hell to see him light up.

The writing in this game is fucking phenomenal and I just. I have a lot of deep feels on this whole thing. Every character has so many lil layers to them and I wanna just smooch the whole dev team.

Anyway. He's my fav character out of this chaotic game and I just. I will protect this silly wizard with my life. He deserves good things. Fuck his haters.

I wanna go get some comfy fluffy art of him and my boy.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #bg3 spoilers #his haters can cancel me