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#being playful and still smiling after all the horrible things that place is

pandoraslxna · 1 month

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Cocky!Aonung talking shit about splitting Human!Reader in two and pounding her small demon pussy, but all his control thrown out the window when he bottoms out due to how tight she is. Like it’s driving him fucking crazy and he’s holding back so much. AND READER KNOWS.

She pulls his hand off her hip and glides it over the bulge he’s making in her stomach🥴 she turns her head to look back at him “Your so big stretching me out so good.” She’s just teasing the fuck out of him (Size kink go brrr)

Sincerely,😩

Ruin me

adult Ao‘nung x female human reader

Words: 5k

Summary: Ao‘nung thinks he’s no match to any human males and could easily ruin you for all of your kind. Oh, was he wrong about that.

Warnings: explicit smut, size difference, size kink, belly bulge, Ao‘nung is drunk, dirty talk, slight degradation, cowgirl position, oral, switch!Ao‘nung

adult Ao‘nung art was made by the amazing @Cinetrix 🩵

Translations:

tawtute = human, sky person

paskalin = honey

naer = alcoholic drink

Music, the flickering light of the big fire, the stink of naer [alcoholic drink], some metkayina dancing around the fire place while others told stories that emitted great laughed from all around them. Not exactly something you wouldn’t find enjoyable. Normally. The music was okay, but maybe if the booze wasn’t as disgusting you could find it in yourself to get up and dance with Kiri, but sadly eywa hadn’t granted you this luxury. So you just had to suffer through it, sober and bored, while everyone else seemed to have the time of their lives.

Being the only human in the village sucks. It makes you miss home more than anything, and you can’t help but drift off into happier memories. The omatikaya knew how to celebrate. They also knew how to make you feel welcome. Here, you didn’t even dare raise to your feet and join the cheerful dancing. Not sober, though. Afraid of weird looks from the metkayina that had never before seen a demon this close and still hadn’t grown very fond of you, you decided to stay put for the night.

After a while, Lo‘ak nudges your side and shoves a drink under your nose, but you decline with a put-on smile. Then he shrugs and chucks the liquor by himself. His careless way of drinking the entirely too strong metkayina booze earns him a frown and playful claps to the back of his head by his older brother, and it’s the only thing emitting a slight giggle from you in hours.

So here you were. Stuck between your drunk childhood friends and their new friends, watching people drink and grind (they could call it dancing as much as they wanted, it was obscene grinding and nothing would persuade you of anything different).

The olo’eyktans eldest, Ao‘nung or whatever the brats name was, was standing in front of the group, giving a speech about whatever. You can barely hear the words droning from his mouth, too apathetic to translate them in your head. You lost interest in whatever he had to say a long time ago, not that it was ever there to begin with.

Oh, you could definitely do without Ao’nung. He wasn’t exactly an enemy, but certainly not a friend. Not to you, not after everything he did. Ao’nung was the type of person whose name was known in the village. You realized that on the very first day here. The type of person who everyone loves, mostly because they’re intimated of him. The type of person that could snap his fingers and woman would fall to their knees to please him.

Technically, he had never been rude to you. But that didn’t matter. He was a horrible person by pure association.

Ao’nung carried himself like he owned the island. Well, perhaps he would, someday. But leading and owning are two entirely different things. Something it seems he hasn’t realized just yet. So yes, he’s an asshole. A cocky asshole that has no idea what it’s like to be thankful. What it’s like to be appreciative. He gets everything handed to him on a silver platter and is constantly showered with admiration and attention. And the worst thing of all is, that he believes he could own you, too.

"Oh I could", Ao’nung chuckles, and it’s the first thing he said that you actually registered. You catch the way Neteyam rolls his eyes shortly after giving you the look, and it’s just now that you snap out of your thoughts and realize what was being said must’ve been about you.

"What?" You frown.

"Ruin her", Ao’nung says completely over your head. He’s grinning, talking about you as if you weren’t even here with them and it’s only making things worse. "I could ruin her for all of her kind with ease. Just look at her, she’s so tiny. She probably can’t even take all of it."

"Bro", Lo’ak makes a face of disgust before breaking out in laughter, "don’t be fucking weird."

You sigh, heavily, and then roll your eyes so hard it stings a tiny bit. Not this again, you think.

"What? You don’t think I can, little demon?"

It’s not the first time this topic was bought up by the metkayina man and you know for a fact that it won’t be the last. And what only makes this worse is, you can’t even blame his words on the alcohol flowing through his system. Yes, he’s clearly a bit tipsy, but it seems this has been a topic he frequently occupied himself with. Like a challenge. And maybe that’s what it was for him. Truthfully, you were something new to him. Something exciting. Certainly a new way to proof himself to be the best, a challenge to see if he could actually ruin you. To have the foreign little demon submit to him.

"Fuck off", you tell him with a smile, the english rolling off your tongue so smoothly it makes Lo’ak and Neteyam stifle a laugh to not give away what you just said.

Ao’nung, completely oblivious to your words, grins even wider. His tail wags behind his back and his ears perk up and god, he looks so much like a stupid little puppy waiting for a treat. And as much as watching Ao’nung embarrass himself further because he once again tried and failed to sweet talk his way into your pants, it was late and you only had so much patience left in you today.

So you got up, excused yourself, turned around and walked away, back in the direction of the little camp that was set up for you on your stay with the metkayina.

Except you were stopped just a moment later, by a hand around your wrist, spinning you around and nearly making your mask go flying.

"Whoah, whoah, where do you think you’re going?" Ao’nung laughed, just a bit too loud in his drunkenness. "Party isn’t over yet, paskalin."

"Let me go", you sighed, trying to wriggle yourself free, but his grip was like iron.

"Oh c’mon, loosen up a little. It’s like you don’t know how to have fun! Do I really have to teach you?” Ao’nung shook his head, making soft yet still very audible tsk-tsk sounds. He then lifted the cup in his hand and held it in your face. "Drink."

“No thanks", you politely pushed his hand away. "I prefer the omatikayas naer. It’s sweeter."

This made him laugh again, as if you had just made the best joke he’d heard in ages. “Oh, pretty, you don’t drink for the taste!” He emphasised the word taste, making it sound as if he was trying to explain something to a six-year old. The way your rolled your eyes at him made his face break into a sharp grin, and at this point you genuinely wondered if he thought rolling your eyes at someone was the human equivalent to flirting.

"Okay, no drinks, I get it. Then what do you say about us ditching the others and have some private fun instead, hm?"

"You’re drunk, fish lips, and you know my answer. It’s the same as always."

"And? C‘mon, I’ve been dying to get a taste of you", he chuckles, cocking his head as he looks down at you. "Let me show you how good I could make you feel. I mean what I said earlier, and you know it." For the last part, he leaned down enough so his lips brushed the lobe of your ear as he spoke lowly, "Don’t be shy, let me ruin that pretty little tawtute pussy. I know you want it."

God, he was so insufferable. You knew that you would probably never hear the end of it if you didn’t finally do something against this...

Glancing back over your shoulder, you watched the others lost in their drunken chitter chatter, too distracted to pay you both any mind. Good. "You know what? Fine. Let’s go somewhere else", you said with a shrug and to your amusement, looked back at Ao’nung at the exact moment his brain had processed what you had just said. There was a split second in which his face dropped in utter confusion, before he proudly puffed his chest out and licked his lips in anticipation.

Saying he was like putty in your hands was a fairly humble brag at this point. In truth, he was all yours– fully and completely yours. He just didn’t know it yet.

Watching his wide curious eyes scan the makeshift labs full of sky people technology was a sight better than anything you could’ve ever dreamed about. You love that the big cocky guy seems so out of place here, as he clumsily ducks under the doorframe to your bedroom. Closing the door behind him, you then feel his gaze on you. Ao‘nung doesn’t make much of an act around hiding the lust in his eyes as he watches you discard your mask to the little table next to the door, practically eye-fucking you already.

"Sit down", you tell him, biting the inside of your cheek to hide the amused smile wanting to spread on your lips. You want to play along for a while longer, just for the fun of it. "Straight to the point, huh?" Ao‘nung smirks as he does as instructed, the bed creaking under his weight. "I knew you wanted this just as much as I did."

You shake your head with a giggle as you step closer between his spread thighs. "You’re just so tall", you bat your pretty long lashes at him, talking in your most seductive voice as your hands reach out to wander from his board chest to his shoulders, before your arms encircle his neck. "It’s easier for me to do this when you sit down", you say in a hushed whisper, before pressing your lips against the corner of his mouth, then one more properly on-center. Ao’nung parts his lips, greedy and desperate, but you just ignore him, kisses his bottom lip and bites it softly. Bites it again, harder this time, raking with your teeth until he can feel it swelling up a bit.

And then you kiss him nowhere near chastely. A sigh escapes you and you let it ebb into a soft moan when he slips his tongue into your mouth. His mouth is messy and clever, but you’re making these little noises that are starting to turn him on so damn much, you just know he’s going dizzy with how good it is.

Ao‘nung groans into it, his hands immediately running up your thighs and backside, boldly grabbing a handful of each one of your ass cheeks. He‘s greedy in the way he kisses, taking control of all movements and you let him. For now. Until his mouth’s almost numb from kissing.

Ao’nung hasn’t done this much kissing since he was fourteen and had his first girlfriend, and he definitely hasn’t ever been kissed like you kissed. It’s the perfect mix of submissive, yet so filthy and dirty, it makes him as hard as a rock. Your ass fits right into his palms and he kneads the supple flesh, attempts to spread your cheeks and nearly rips the seams of your jeans.

He‘s so impatient, it would’ve been cute if it didn’t worry you that he would skip the foreplay completely and just pound you into the mattress. This guy needed some relief first, you decided.

After a while of sucking on each other tongues, panting against each others lips and kissing so hungrily, there’s spit running down his chin, you gently push yourself away with a hand on his chest. His eyes are still half lidded and his lips are parted once you’ve put some space between you both and you can’t help but giggle at the sight of his desperate state. He’s so easy, you think to yourself.

Your hands then wander from his tattooed chest, further down his toned stomach, skimming over his muscles and past the cord that holds his loincloth together. The sound of him sucking in a sharp breath once your palm runs over the outline of his hard cock makes goosebumps appear all over your body. God, no wonder he was acting so cocky all the time. Ao’nung was huge. More than just proportional to the rest of his body.

The look in your face must’ve given your thoughts away, because the metkayina man then grins and chuckles, "I told you, paskalin. I will ruin you."

A smile pulls at your lips at that and then you sink to your knees between his spread thighs. It takes both of your hands and a little help to get him out of his loincloth, but the effort is rewarded with a mouth watering sight.

Ao’nungs cock is long and thick, the same pretty cyan as the rest of his body, hard and flushed and standing upright, slowly dripping pre-cum. You could even see it twitch to the rhythm of his rapid heartbeat, wordlessly begging to be touched. You lick your lips at that, a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed.

"You want to suck my cock, hm?" Ao‘nungs hand reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb running over your kiss-swollen bottom lip. "Think you can take it?"

"I can try", you say in hushed whisper, smiling up at him with those big doe eyes you know will drive him insane. His cock throbs heavily as you run your small hands up the inside of his thigh, then grabbing his length with both of them. He’s too thick to close your hands entirely around him, but that only adds further to the exciting flutter in your stomach.

It’s just a lick, from base to tip, at first. One quick run with your tongue. Ao‘nung makes a noise, clearly made in an effort to keep himself from moaning and you grin mischievously. You start shallow and easy. Somewhat slow and lazy. Just working him up with kisses on his smooth tip and kitten licks along his shaft. As a reward, he makes soft, low groans every now and then. It encourages you to pick up the pace and go deeper.

Your lips wrap around the head, tongue glued to the underside and then you slowly suck him in as far as he could go before making you gag -which wasn’t much, considering that his tip almost filled your mouth out completely. But you managed to make it work, your hands coming to help and stroke every inch you couldn’t reach.

Ao‘nung let out a strangled moan at the tight heat your throat formed around him and then tangled his fist in your hair. "Fuck, that’s good…"

A glance up reveals a pair of lust darkened eyes staring down at you, his bottom lip sucked in between his sharp canine and his eyebrows drawn together in pleasure. You chuckle and hum around his cock, tasting the musky, earthy tang of his pre-cum dripping onto the back of your tongue as you suck and slurp around his cock.

Ao’nungs noises are slowly growing louder and more frequent, but they aren’t out of control. Yet.

You let the tip of your tongue flick against his slit, and this time the metkayina didn’t even try to hold back a moan. "Great mother– shit, keep that up and you‘ll make me come!"

At this, you pull off and look up with a wicked grin that quickly turns into a little pout. "Not yet, big boy. I want you to hold it.” Your tongue darts out again to give the head of his cock a seductive lick. "Hold it so you can come inside me, yes?"

Ao‘nung swallows thickly, trying to compose himself and keep his calm, and then nods. "Get up here then, c‘mon", he huffs, sounding a little too breathless for his own liking as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up to your feet. Your clothes were off faster than you could even process with the speed of an extra set of hands that were just itching to feel every inch of your exposed skin.

"What a pretty little demon", Ao‘nung cooed as his eyes raked over your body, his hands groping at your ass and hips, one of them running up to knead your tits. "Always knew you’d be a sight." He then places a couple of open mouthed kisses on the warm, soft skin of your breast, his lips closing around a nipple to gently suck before he released it with a wet pop.

"We should make sure to get you ready for me", Ao’nung whispered before he continued to lap at your tits. "Get you all nice and wet, stretch you out for my cock", he said after a long drag of his tongue over your sensitive skin.

"Yeah", you breath softly, letting your head fall back as you enjoyed the feeling of his tongue tease one nipple, and then the other. "We should."

"How does the tiny human want me then, hm?"

A mischievous smile spread on your lips as you straddled the big na‘vi, making sure to shuffle in position by letting your cunt drag over his cock which emitted a sharp hiss from the man under you. Both of your arms were now back around his neck, your chest pressed tight against his as you arched your back for him.

"Want you to finger me before I ride you", you whispered lowly into his pointy ear, before licking along the soft shell. You giggle at the way it twitches in excitement of hearing your desires, before Ao‘nung wraps a strong arm around your middle and reaches between your thighs from behind with the other.

He makes a low sound, between a groan and a growl, as his finger glides through your slippery folds. He locates your clit with ease and teases the little bundle of nerves by drawing featherlight circles on it. Sweet gasps of pleasure tumble from your parted lips and directly into his ear and he grins. More arousal seeps out of you the more he plays with your clit, and it doesn’t take him very long to grow impatient and let his fingers wander to the source of it. Your tiny hole clenches with the need to be filled and Ao‘nung let’s out an appreciative hum as he pushes his index finger past your entrance with minimal resistance. You’re so wet, so ready to be taken, he thinks. But you’re also tight, he realizes quickly.

Wriggling the second finger inside is more of a challenge, but you still take it. Your moans grow louder as he begins to push his fingers in to the last knuckle, thrusting them in and out slowly, curling them just right for your legs to tremble.

Once he deems you ready enough and his impatience seems to get the best of him, Ao’nung retreats his fingers and grabs your hips to position you right above his cock. He presses you down to where it lays hard and heavy on his stomach, then guides you by the hips to run your cunt up and down his length, lubing himself with your arousal.

"Think you’re ready for me, paskalin?", Ao’nung asks, but his voice sounds more strained that he would like admit. He’s so precious, holding himself back so much. And he’s was doing so well there. He’s not even inside you yet but you can feel his cock pulse, so close to the finish line already.

For a moment you debate if you should shake your head and make him eat you out first, just to see how long he can hold it in. You knew that would be mean. But that was exactly the point. He might be as hard as a rock, but you had the patience of a saint, and could easily drag this out. But the thought of him finishing early over how tight you are is just so much better.

"See for yourself", you purr into his ear, before leaning back with a hand on his chest, the other one grabbing his length and positioning it to nudge against your entrance.

"Go slow, tawtute. We wouldn’t want you to get hurt, do we?" Ao’nung chuckles confidently, but the sound is quickly cut off once you lower yourself onto his cock. "F-Fuck", he gasps, his hands on your hips suddenly tightening. He groans through gritted teeth, feeling your warmth embrace the tip of his cock. Letting him stretch your tight hole, you pause every couple of inches, just slowly making progress. But it was enough to get Ao’nung on the verge of loosing his composure.

Squeezing his eyes shut, all he could feel was the suffocating heat all around his cock, swallowing him whole, inch after inch. All he could do was lay there and try to control his rapid breathing, groaning loud and deep the further you sank down.

You’re so tight, so incredibly tight, it’s like nothing he has ever felt before. It was a vice like grip that squeezed his cock for all it’s worth and you hadn’t even started to move properly. Exhaling another shaky breath, he finally felt you snug against him, which made him pry his eyes open slowly.

"What’s wrong, hm?" You said, cocking your head at the man below you. "You’ve always got such a mouth on you, pretty boy, what happened?"

Ao’nung couldn’t even react, his breath cut off completely and his eyes rolled back into his head as he felt your hot walls pulsate around his length.

"Bit off a bit more than you could chew, huh?" You giggle softly. Looking down at yourself, you couldn’t just feel but see the very prominent bulge of where his cock was nestled deep inside you.

"Fuck, you’re so big", you said with a smile. Ao’nungs eyes were so heavy with lust as he stared at you, biting his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper in order not to loose himself right here and right now. But you weren’t making it very easy for him.

"Look how much you’re stretching me out", you whispered, before taking his hands from your hips and repositioning them to rest and the bulge of your stomach. "You’re so deep inside me, can you feel it?"

And then, torturously slow, you lifted your hips up. The combined feeling beneath his big palms and also his cock, of him sliding out of you, drove Ao’nung close to madness. He was almost completely out, only the tip resting inside you, when you stopped. You could see the self-restraint in his feverish gaze, his pupils grown so much his eyes were almost fully black now.

"Ready, big boy?"

He wouldn’t possibly know what to be ready for, so he just nods, drunk of lust.

You don’t sink down nearly as slow and carefully as just a few minutes ago when your body still had to adjust to his size. You slam yourself down and Ao’nung makes a sound that’s close to a punched out moan. He feels the head of his cock nestled against your cervix, pressed right against the opening to your womb and it makes him physically shudder.

His back arches and then your hands find leverage on his chest and you start bouncing on him.

"Oh eywa", the metkayina gasps loudly, "Are you trying to kill me?" The soft, velvety walls of your cunt squeeze around him at his words and his eyes almost cross at that. "You– shit, you feel so good. You’re so– so tight, fuck!"

Instead of a verbal response, you just grin and decide to let your body do all the talking for you. Starting with a pace that he least expected now, moving your hips hard and fast— lifting yourself up and down on Ao‘nung cock and spilling moans that he felt deep to his core. His cock almost slips out each time, before you slam your hips back down, turning him into a moaning, whimpering mess.

Ao’nungs toes curl at the feeling of your tight heat swallowing him over and over again, and you felt the way his cock throbbed heavily inside you. He was so close, so so close. His mouth was slightly agape as he watched your breasts bounce with every thrust, providing the perfect view of yourself, moving how you pleased without a care for anything else. There was so much salvia pooling in his mouth, Ao‘nung felt like a starved man forced to stare at his favorite dish right in front of him.

With the way you plunged his cock into your pussy over and over again, deeper with every thrust, he was certain that it must feel like he was already in your stomach. And you were moaning like that was the case. The sounds you knocked out of his throat were a mixture of groans, grunts and sweet whimpers, whenever his dick knocked on your cervix like an iron hammer –until it was all too much for the poor man.

"I- Stop, shit, slow down", he managed to force out, his hands squeezing your hips so hard you knew they would be bruised by tomorrow. That didn’t stop you from riding him, though. "Eywa woman, you’re gonna make me–"

"You’re eating your words yet, hm?" You cut him off, switching from bouncing to grinding yourself against him, circling your hips as if you were trying to spell his name.

"H-Huh, what?", he tries, but fails to understand what you were trying to say, once your walls seem to suffocate him, squeezing around his length particularly hard. "Oh sh-it!"

A smile pulls at your lips. You’re enjoying this far too much.

Leaning forward you press your lips against his, then move from his mouth to his jaw, places open mouthed kisses on his throat and up to the tip of his ear. Your blunt teeth graze his lobe and then you whisper, "You said you would ruin me for all of my kind. But who’s ruining who now?"

"Okay, I- I get it", he says in a breathless moan. "Shit, please, you–"

"Say it", you demand with a harsh thrust. "Who’s ruining this big, strong warrior for all of his kind?"

"Y-You!" Ao’nung groans, his hips raising off the bed as if to chase the tightness of your cunt as you lift yourself up and then down again. "You do, fuck, you’re ruining me!"

"Hmm, you’re so loud", you hum, "It’s like you want everyone to hear how good the little tawtute’s making you feel."

It's not enough, the slow drag of you pulling out, and then the harsh thrust of him filling you up again. It’s not enough but it's also too much, too good! Ao’nung can't take anymore.

"I– I’m gonna come!" He groans, throwing his head back in bliss. "I can’t– ca- hngh– you just feel so good, I’m gonna fucking come!"

"What, already?", you giggle, "That’s so sweet."

His excitement suddenly overwhelms your control, and he thrusts up into you, fast and hard as he begins to come. He drops his head onto the mattress, suddenly weak with the pleasure rushing through him, and his cock jerks inside your warmth. You feel the pulse of his blood pounding, pounding, and Ao’nung pushes in one last time as deeply as he can.

"C‘mon, do it then", you say between moans, your voice bouncing from the sheer force of his jackhammer-like thrusts. "Come for me, baby. I want you to come inside me, make me feel good."

Sweat was already beading at his forehead, curses being hissed through clenched teeth as he held you steady and plunged his cock into you over and over again.

Ao’nung couldn’t think straight anymore. You were still so tight, so good, every inch of his cock sliding into you made his brain turn into goo. It felt like waves of water rushing over him, drowning him in the feeling before something pulled him out and his lungs finally filled with air.

Ao’nung comes hard, shaking and squirming beneath you as his hot seed fills ever inch inside you there is to fill. The sheer intensity of it is enough to help you tumble over the edge with him, and you find his lips just in time to moan into each others mouths, tongues curling and lips sucking the other in. It’s so filthy, so wet and messy, it takes you a hot minute to realize the na‘vi underneath you has grown limp before you stopped grinding against him.

You go still for a minute, just smiling at the mess you’ve made out of the man that had so much to say about ruining you earlier that night. And then, almost casually, your hips roll up in a gentle thrust. Ao’nungs breath catches on a noise, and even he isn’t sure if it's pleasured or pained, nerve endings still flayed and raw-open. He’s so overstimulated from the tightness of your human cunt, he shudders when you finally lift yourself up and off of him.

Finally, Ao’nung pushes himself up to one elbow, words forming on his lips, but they're lost on a ragged gasp as you gently push him back down by his shoulders.

"What- what are you doing?" He chuckles in disbelief, his eyes eagerly following your every movement. His cum still oozes out of you in a thick flow, the sight alone so obscene it makes his cock already half hard again. His hands reach out to hold you, but you remove them, before shuffling to straddle his head.

"You can still talk, Ao‘nung. And when I say I’ll ruin you, I mean it. Now lay back down and let me see what else that dirty mouth of yours is good for."

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ghostandkonigsmaus · 2 months

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Thinking about doing Simon's warpaint <3

TW: Angst with happy ending, mentions of death, wounds and breakdowns. Semi proof-read

You sit on his lap, delicately applying the paint around his eyes as he adjusts his mask to fit properly.

“Si!” You whine playfully, “Sit still, I don’t want to mess this up!” and he listens - instead of moving around, he focuses on how your eyes watch the paint cover his skin, hiding his almost invisible scars.

“Y’know lovie… I’m gonna miss you so much…” He whispers in your right ear and you force out a smile as you feel the horribly familiar lump form in your throat as your stomach begins to feel empty yet again - a horrible feeling you are burdened with every time Simon has to go. You look at Simon, watching how his dark eyes observe yours with nothing but love, kindness and care - all just for you.

“I.. I’m gonna miss you too, Simon.” You whisper back, applying the last bit of black warpaint on his eyes. You both sit there for a while, not saying anything; simply holding each other in a warm embrace, neither wanting to let go until you feel Simon begin to lightly shake as he holds you close to his chest, closing any kind of gap between you two. You try to pull away to check on him but he just holds you tighter as his soft sniffles fill the air. Your eyes begin to water as soon as you realise what’s going on.

Simon is crying.

You hold him tight and softly say something into his ear. “Simon, it’ll be okay. I’ll be here waiting for you as always, happy and welcoming with a fresh batch of sweet treats for you.” You take a breath before you hesitantly continue. “Nothing will happen to me or you… Please don't worry simon…”

You hate to doubt yourself and you hate to lie to Simon - last time he came back home, he had the most horrible and painful wound on his lower left abdomen. It ripped your heart out every time you saw it but you took extra care of him and his wound, constantly cleaning it and wrapping it up with fresh bandages to avoid any infections.

Simon spoke after a short silence. “You can never be sure of that lovie…” He pulls back and you finally get to see his soaked face, warpaint slightly rubbed off.

“Come on Simon, look at the time… they’ll be here soon,” and as soon as you say that there is a heavy knock at the door. You both get up and open the door to greet Price and Soap.

“Simon, you ready yet?” Soap asks. Simon looks at you and you nod.

“Just don't forget what I said and it’ll all be okay. I'll be here waiting for you, lovie” You say with a playful smile, mimicking his accent when you say the last word.

“I love you…” Simon manages to choke out.

“I love you too Simon, now go, we don’t want you to be late.” You say with a final little wave before he waves back and closes the door behind him. The second the door closes, you fall to your knees on the floor and begin to sob, wishing you didn’t let him go. You didn’t want to be selfish by keeping him from one of the things he loves the most but you can't help but cry at the thought of never seeing him again - getting the dreadful letter to let you know about his passing - it all hurts you so much.

One minute later, you hear shouting in the corridor and rapid, heavy footsteps making their way closer to the door. The door opens and slams against the wall as Simon comes rushing in, pulling his mask off and dropping to the floor next to you. He hurriedly holds you in a tight embrace and calms you down, wiping your tears away as he repeatedly apologises. “I'm so sorry, I’m so, so sorry lovie… I can’t leave you, you mean everything to me and I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again, having to die alone and not being held in your arms… I just can't do it… I need you.” He sobs as he places a needy but soft kiss on your lips. After some time passes, you both get up as Simon walks you to the kitchen where Soap and Price are leaning against the counter as the kettle boils. “Cuppa?” Price asks and you nod.

After a warm drink, Soap and Price head off, leaving you and Simon and you both get ready for bed, not wanting to leave each other's side. You slide under the covers, holding onto Simon tight. “I’ve been thinking and I’m going to retire.” He continues before you can say anything. “You’re too special to lose. I don't want to ever leave you”

You smile at him, “Are you sure Si?”

“So sure,” He breathes out, “I want to be with you every day, I want to live a long life with you. I love you.”

“I love you too…” You yawn.

“Come on lovie, let's get some sleep, hm?” He says as you close your eyes and hold onto him tight. You both fall asleep, holding each other close and not letting go, not even once.

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woniefull · 8 days

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Are We Still Friends?

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synopsis: Heeseung and you were close friends. Closer than most. Slowly you both realize that maybe being friends has become too difficult. Heeseung struggles to understand his feelings, and you're not sure how long you can wait.

warning/heads up: fluff, angst, flirting, protective+jealous Heeseung, jealousy, and more to come up as I continue writing...

wc: 552 in the preview + tbd for final draft

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Heeseung and you were on your way home after a day out on the beach with some friends.

It was a quiet ride for the most part.

“ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?” by Tyler, The Creator currently playing

“Have fun?”

Heeseung asked, shifting his eyes off the road for a second to glance over at you.

“Lots. We should do this again sometime.”

Heeseung and you had become friends in your freshman year of high school. Your twin brother was the one to introduce the both of you. The two of you had first bonded over your love for music and since then you guys have become inseparable. It’s now your senior year.

“Definitely. Did you see Lola checking me out? She for sure wants me.”

You let out a laugh.

“Yeah, she was totally not laughing at your horrible volleyball skills.”

You say with a hint of sarcasm.

Heeseung pinches your thigh.

“Watch it. I’ll tell your brother you’re being mean to me.”

You flinch and instinctively slap his hand away.

“I’ll tell him that you keep on harassing me.”

Heeseung clutches his heart.

“Oh no. I’m so scared.”

This time you both burst out laughing.

“Okay, I think I’m going to take a nap. We still have a pretty long way to get home and I’m burnt out.”

You start to recline your seat and shift to face the window.

“I’m going to think you don’t like me y/n if you turn away from me like that.”

Rolling your eyes you change your position to look at him.

“I know you think I’m pretty and all but your obsession with being able to see my face at all times is concerning.”

Did I mention Heeseung and you liked to playfully flirt?

“This is why I can’t get a girlfriend, you’re over here acting like mine.”

You reach for his hand that’s resting on the stick.

“But Heeseung I thought I was your girlfriend?”

You say looking at him with your best puppy eyes.

“Please stop I’m going to start believing you’re in love with me or something.”

He says swatting your hand away and giving you a playful smile.

Instead of leaving him alone, you decided to tease him a bit more–just like all best friends do, right?

You stretch out your hand and slowly start tracing your finger along his arm.

“How did you know? Oh, Heeseung I am so totally in love with you.”

As you continue tracing your finger along his arm, you feel him tense up at what you just said to him.

“Oh my, you must be so happy to hear me confess my love to you! Aren’t you? It’s okay Heeseung many boys li-”

Before you have the opportunity to keep rambling he grabs your hand and places it on the stick, he then puts his hand on top of yours.

You’re in shock and look up at his face.

He’s still smiling.

“Had to make you stop one way or another. Go to sleep miss, and stop flirting with me just to get my attention.”

And with that, you don’t speak anymore. Not because you don’t want to, but you just don’t know what to say. Your eyes slowly close and Heeseung is the last thing you see before you drift off to sleep.

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vaginalsauce · 1 year

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dolled up

warnings

Unprotected p in v, pet names (lover, dear, sweet love, pretty thing, honey, princess), fingering, sweet and lovey Jon, couples first time, semi-public naughty stuffs and teasing, oral, m!receiving, daddy Jon

A/N

Omg this was so fun to write, I kinda got carried away oops

For my little pookie bear @spookynoods

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Jon sat quietly on your couch, beer in one hand, other wrapped tightly around your shoulders to keep you close to him.

You had been dating for quite awhile now, and had gotten pretty comfortable with each other, but there were still limits either of you dared to cross just yet. The furthest you both had ever gotten was making out and Jon copping a consensual feel or two.

It was new for him, having someone there for him, instead of there for his money or drugs or sex. You two could sit in silence, and still be so absorbed in each other. Needless to say, he adored you, and he wouldn't do anything to make you angry, or uncomfortable, or upset.

After the constant reluctance to let him spend money on you was when he really started spending money on you, only because he just thought you deserved the world and more for being such a pure and loveable human.

But you felt horrible, not touching him in the ways you knew he desired in the bedroom, just because you weren't ready for that big step in your relationship.

He swore on his life that he didn't mind waiting, he just wanted you to be okay and comfortable. But you knew that he was a man, and you just couldn't help but feel bad for pushing the event so far away.

"Jon, honey, you're okay here for awhile if I run to my room, right? Just want to get fixed up a little before we head out with your boys." You turned to look at him, propping your chin up on his arm as you awaited his response.

He only nodded, placing a kiss to your forehead with a weak smile. His head was hurting again, probably hungover. You got up, taking his beer away from him and making your way to the kitchen. You grabbed a bottle of water and some pain medication, and shortly returned to the couch, handing him both.

"Take the pills with some water, and try and get some rest for awhile. I'll be in my room, just yell if you need something."

He looked up at you with a face of pure adoration, and extended an arm that would grip the back of your neck and bring you into a lazy but warm kiss.

"Thank you, lover." He hummed before doing what you directed, eyes wandering over you as you made your way to your room.

Once you reached said room, you gently closed the door, and began rifling through your closet to find the dress you had bought. It was tight, short, low cut, and revealing, a stark contrast from what you usually wore. And of course, to go under it, a pair of matching red lacy underwear.

You had decided for awhile that the night was going to come soon, and with going to a bar so the men of the band could see and meet each others women being the excuse to dress up, you had the perfect opportunity.

You quickly stripped and redressed, looking in the mirror for a solid five minutes to make sure everything looked okay on you. You moved to your desk, propping the lamp and mirror up just right as you started on your makeup.

Once the makeup was finished, you moved onto teasing and curling your hair, which took longer than expected, and your head snapped when you heard the door open.

You smiled and relaxed as you watched a groggy Jon lean against the door frame, another beer in hand. He smiled at you, before coming in and taking a seat on your bed.

"What're you getting all dolled up for? You got a date that I don't know about? Do I have to kick someone's ass?" Jon took a swig of his beer before his eyes began to wander over your dress in realization. "Shit, sweetheart. . . You're really starting to worry me, now." He teased, before watching you stand up.

"Am I not allowed to look pretty?" You gave a playful huff, putting your hands on your hips with a faux pout. Jon chuckled, pulling you closer to him by the backs of your thighs, and resting his hands on your waist.

"You're always pretty, dear. Just wondering why you think you've gotta get all fancy on me to think you're pretty." He pressed a kiss to the fabric on your stomach, before you leaned down and pressed your forehead against his, giving him a peck on the nose.

"You're very cheesy, old man." You grinned, before grabbing your bag and shoes. Jon was quick to follow you, pushing you down into a chair so he could kneel and slip your heels on for you. It wasn't new for Jon to tie your shoes or anything of the sort, and you always thought of it as sweet.

Once both of your heels were on and buckled, he pressed kisses to your knees before standing once more, catching a glimpse of the red lace on his way up. He shot you a confused look, which you brushed off.

He took your hand, and led you out of the apartment.

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It wasn't long before everybody was seated at a red decorative booth, three other girls sandwhiched next to all of the men. While everyone was busy talking, you placed a hand on Jon's upper thigh, giving his leather a light squeeze. He carried on his conversation, but you could tell it threw him off guard by the way he paused for a short second.

The arm that was previously wrapped over your shoulders had found its way under the table, taking your hand and moving it into your own lap. It worried you, but your worry was quickly replaced by a fluttering feeling in your stomach when his hand rubbed it's way up from your knee to your inner thigh, and you let out a shaky breath.

Once Alec had taken it upon himself to leave Jon out of the conversation, Jon leaned over and pressed his lips to your ear.

"What are you up to, you little fox?" He muttered, his free hand bringing a glass of vodka to his lips once he pulled away and taking a slow drink, and it made your own mouth burn at the sight, but you couldn't help but find it impressive.

"I'm not up to anything. You don't want me to love on you in public?" You tilted your head in pretend-innocence, saccharine dripping from your tone. Jon chuckled and shook his head.

before resuming his conversation with Richie, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "You teasing me right now? Pretty bold for someone who isn't ready for that yet."

Your legs had crossed, and you lightly began rubbing your foot against Jon's calf. He gave your thigh a squeeze in an assumed warning.

His voice seemed to deepen while talking, and you could tell he was getting antsy. Your hand just barely ghosted over his crotch, and his hips raised a little when you brought your hand back to his thigh, desperate to have you touch him there again. He huffed in annoyance when your fingers tapped along the outline of his cock in his tight pants.

And that fast, he pushed your legs apart and cupped your clothed heat with his large hand. You almost let out a moan, but you were quick to swallow it when you noticed the sharp glare that Jon shot your way as another warning to keep quiet.

The rubbing on Jon's thigh faltered as he applied a bit more pressure to your core, fingers trailing along the lace. He looked over to you, and you had never seen a more desperate and lust-filled look in his eyes.

"Hey, kids, me and y/n are heading out, we made reservations." And with that, Jon grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet and leading you out the door. He called a cab over, and told him the address of your apartment building.

"At 11:00 at night?" Richie questioned, but shook it off.

When the two of you climbed in, his lips were quick to attach to your neck, kissing and sucking gently from your jaw to your collarbone. Your hands raked through his hair, and you let out a shaky whimper.

His marking seemed to go on forever, just licking, sucking, biting, kissing in all the spots he knew you liked until the cab pulled over in front of your stop. Jon pulled cash out and put it in the palm of the driver, muttering a small 'keep the change.'

You two raced to your apartment, hands intertwined. It wasnt seconds after you closed your front door that Jon had his hands on your hips, pulling you into the neediest kiss you've ever had with him.

"Shit, you planned this all out, didn't you, sweetheart?" Jon's hands trailed from your hips up to your tits, kneading them gently in his palms as he watched you struggle to focus and nod. Your fingers slipped through his belt loops to pull his hips harder into yours, and he let out a low groan.

He grabbed your hands and pulled them away before wrapping an arm, around your waist, ushering you to your bedroom.

Jon pushed you onto your bed, lips reconnecting with yours. He brought his knee up to nestle between your thighs, pushing against your cunt.

He felt his insides turn into flips when you began struggling to kiss him back, hands wrapping over his neck as you began to lightly grind yourself against his knee.

"Sweet love, you're already so squirmy for me? Thought this was your idea, trying to tease me in public like that?" Jon pressed his knee harder into you, and you brought your hands down to try and tug his shirt over his head, but he caught them and pinned them over your head. "Huh uh, you don't get to get impatient on me, princess."

You let out a whine, But Jon paid it no mind as he slowly peeled and stripped your dress off of you, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin. Once you were left in your lace, he pulled away to admired your bruised neck, your swollen lips, the way your hair was sprawled out under you.

"Jon, I need you so bad, please touch me." You begged, trying desperately to pull him back down to you. Jon gave you his cute little smirk before pulling off the bed completely.

"Gonna work for it, honey?" He gave you a little head tilt, and you crawled over to him slowly, before sliding off the bed and landing on your knees in front of the standing man.

Your stomach sank and all you could think of was how your mouth watered, so desperate to taste him. Your hands raced to his belt, fumbling with the buckle before managing to get it loose.

Jon slipped his hand down to help you, finally managing to tug his pants down enough for his hardening cock to spring out towards your face.

You were hesitant, and you looked up to him with a pleading look in your eyes, just begging for instruction. He took a hold of your hand, placing it at the base of his cock. You watched him shiver, and it boosted your confidence tenfold.

You gave his dick a few experimental pumps, only for his hand to come down and brush your hair from your face.

"C'mon, spit on it baby, use your pretty mouth for me." His thumb found its way to your lips, pushing past them and into your mouth, and you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb. His eyes never left your face, and you felt his cock pulse in your hand.

Once his thumb left your mouth, he used the string of saliva for his cock, and pushed his hips towards your mouth while your lips were still parted.

You took him into your mouth, his hand tangling in the back of your hair to guide your pretty face along his cock.

"Fuck," Jon groaned out. "just like that, so good f'daddy."

The new nickname for himself set your insides aflame, and you felt yourself involuntarily moan around his dick. His grip in your hair tightened, and his hips stuttered as he began to thrust himself into your mouth, taking the job upon himself.

You snaked your hand down to rub your clit through your underwear, but Jon yanked you off of his cock as soon as he noticed. "Hands behind your back, baby, did I say you could touch yourself?"

You did as he said, too embarrassed to verbally answer his question.

"Words, pretty girl, did I say you could touch yourself?" He asked once again, taking his dick in his hand and slowly rubbing himself to the sight of you below him, hands behind your back, all marked up from his love bites.

"N-no. ." You mumbled, bringing your face closed to his dick an an attempt to get him in your mouth again.

"No. . What? C'mon baby, speak." Jon rubbed your cheek gently, encouraging you to address him properly.

"No, daddy, y-you didn't." You huffed.

"That's my girl, so precious." And with that, he pushed his dick back into your mouth, hand back into your hair, but allowing you the free reigns to move yourself up and down his cock. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his pretty member, feeling the pulsing veins pushing on your tastebuds. "God, your mouth is so perfect, perfect hole for me to use."

You moaned at his words, looking up at him as he pushed you all the way down his cock. When he hit the back of your throat, you coughed and gagged around him, but kept yourself there purely to see the way his face contorted in pleasure. He pulled you off his cock again, letting his hand slip from your hair to your throat, squeezing the sides gently as he pulled you to your feet.

"Back on the bed, sugar." He hummed, pressing you back into the bed. His quick hands tugged the pretty red underwear down your legs, his jaw clenching at the sight of your dripping plush. "Fuck, baby, you're soaked. You really that needy just from sucking daddy's dick?"

You covered your face with your hands, but Jon only undid the clasps of your bra, throwing it across the room with his own littered clothes. He leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his eye contact with you not faltering.

"Jon-! Oh my god, please--" Jon grinned against your breast, pulling off of it with a loud pop from the suction.

"Want me to fuck you? Is that what you're whining for?" Jon chuckled as you nodded your head quickly, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him close. "Alright, sweet love. You ready f'me?"

Jon gave his dick a few sloppy pumps before guiding his tip to your hole, just resting there, enjoying the feeling of your clenching cunt trying to suck him in deeper. You let out a loud cry, tears beginning to spring from your eyes as you bucked your hips towards him. "Please, daddy please. I need it so bad."

Jon leaned down to your face, forehead resting against yours as his lips just barely brushed your mouth. You pushed forward, trying hard to kiss him but he pulled away, flowing with your movements, his lips returning to hovering over yours. You let out a choked sob, hands coming down in fists onto the bed. A long string of pleas left your mouth, and you felt the hot tears streaming from the corner of your eyes and down the side of your face.

"Ohhh, sweet girl, so desperate, so pretty crying like that just for me. Can't even speak clearly." Jon began to push into you slowly, pulling out after only pushing himself in a little. Your hands flew up to dig into his arms, nails drawing reddening lines across them.

Every time he pushed in, he'd go just a little deeper, chuckling at how pretty you sounded choking on your moans for him. He rested his mouth next to your ear so you could listen to his pants and low groans as he finally began fucking you, pace relentless, as of someone flipped a switch inside of him. Your back arched and your stomach and chest pressed against his.

Loud moans were drawn from you with every thrust, and you were positive that all the apartments surrounding you would file a complaint.

"Oh, such a good slut f'daddy, c'mon. You were so desperate for me to fuck you, take it, little girl." Jon brought his hands up to squeeze your tits, gently pulling on them and squishing them in his large palms. He felt you tighten around him and he let out a sultry moan, moving one of his hands to your neck, pressing lightly aga8nst your airways. Your eyes were rolling back, and the feeling of being so light and air-headed in that moment was enough to make you see white.

You practically thrashed in his hold, and he was quick to grab your hips and begin pulling you back into him, chasing his own climax as he watched you experience your own. The sweet moans that were escaping you caused Jon to still inside of you, his stomach tensing up as he released his seed deep inside of you.

Pressing a long and passionate kiss to your lips, he slowly pulled out. When he pulled away, he wiped the hair from your face. He almost felt bad about how rough he was with you, a small frown forming on his face as he looked over how fucked dumb you were.

"You with me, lover?" He got off the bed, giving a weak smile when you lazily nodded. "Let's get you to the bathroom then, yeah? Toilet and then bath." Once you nodded again, he took you up against him, helping you to walk to said bathroom, your legs shaking, feeling like jelly.

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m9rtality · 2 months

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I don't smoke

SYNOPSIS ; You think you're inlove with a man that's inlove with another, until you meet him.

CONTENT WARNING — Angst, symbiotic relationship (not being inlove, depending on eachother for emotional stability), major character death.

GENRE — Angst

“If you need to be mean”

I smiled painfully as I watched my boyfriend with his best friend, Gojo Satoru. I knew they were in love, it was so unbelievably obvious by the way they looked at each other. I knew it’d never be the one that own his heart but I was okay with being his second place. There’s a lot of things about Gojo Satoru that I could never compare with, he’s strong and smart but also has playful aspects and his personality is one of a kind. I’ll never be Gojo so I’ll be the next best thing, or at least I’ll try to be.

I sat at the bar while Shoko flirted with the bar tender while Gojo and Suguru danced together with drinks in their hands, Suguru was smiling bright than he ever did with me, when he looked at Satoru, his Satoru I could see the overwhelming look of love in his eyes. I wish he looked at me that way, yeah he loved me but never like how he loved his soulmate, his other half. The one person he wanted the most, he couldn't have so I was what he settled for.

“Be mean to me.”

I comforted Suguru in his depressive state, when he was at his weakest I was always there for him. I promised Gojo and Shoko that I’d always be there for him, no matter what type of mental state I’m in he will always come first. I didn’t mind because I loved him, Suguru was my soulmate but I was not his, and I was okay with that. At least I think I am.

I wish I could have Suguru all to myself, but he brought home two sweet girls named Nanako and Mimiko. I loved them dearly and I thought of them as my own daughters and it was obvious that Suguru felt the same way but never actually showed it. The girls worshiped him and it was sweet of how they looked up to him.

“I can take it and put it inside of me”

I stood by my fiancee’s side, I didn't agree with his beliefs but I stood by him anyways because that’s my job as his spouse. I stood by him as he wanted to get rid of all non-sorcerers, I stood by him during that entire time because I told him no matter how evil he became I’d always be on his side. I promised the girls that no matter what their father did he was a good man and he loved them more than life itself even if he never told him that because I knew he felt that way.

I was a sorcerer so Suguru kept me alive, but I missed the man I met before we got married. I missed how happy he was even if it wasn’t because of me. I missed when he cuddled me and kissed me, even if he belonged with another he still loved me and I missed when he showed me that. He now barely even touched me, kisses were more rare than seeing him because he was always saving non-sorcerers from curses then speaking horribly about them to Nanako and Mimiko.

“If your hands need to break”

I felt my heart shatter when I heard my husband had died. I couldn’t believe what I was being told by the man my husband loved, the man my husband loved more than me telling me that my husband, my lover is dead. The man my husband would always choose over me had killed my husband for ‘the greater good’ and now here I was holding him in my arms as we cried together over the man we had an shared love for, a man we both wanted but was fated to never belong to us.

I never expected that Satoru and I would bond over the man we loved, that we’d bond over the shared pain we had after loosing him. I never expected that I’d be continuing becoming a sorcerer just because Satoru had convinced me it’d be fun and I could teach the students with him.

“More than trinkets in your room”

I never thought that I’d be okay after Suguru died, I never thought I’d be happy without him but I feel horrible to say that I’m glad I’m away from him because I’ve never felt happier. I don’t have to deal with the pressure of walking on eggshells around him because I don’t know which version of my husband I’d get, I love Suguru and he’d never hurt me but he’d yell so much and I finally feel free.

I loved my husband but I’ve never felt happier without him and that makes me hate myself, but I shouldn’t. Satoru helped me accept myself, he helped me learn how to accept Suguru’s death and not let that make me end up like him. I never thought I’d fall in love with anyone that wasn’t Suguru, but here I was catching feelings for Nanami, I went to school with him at Jujutsu high but I never spoke with him much and now here I was, giggling and laughing while Nanami and I did cleaned the messy classroom after the 1st years chaos.

“You can lean on my arm”

I leaned on Nanami’s arm after a long day of teaching. I never felt happier than I did with Nanami, I thought I was in love with Suguru but I don’t think I ever was. I think it was just a Symbiotic relationship because we may have kissed, touched each other but that was only when we were in a bad state of mind or needed emotional support.

All the times we exchanged I love yous were simply a lie because I never loved Suguru and he never loved me, but I’m happy that I got time with him. I’m happy I was in his life an he was in mine. But I’m happy I lost him because now I know what it means to be in love and be happy, I’m finally happy.

“As you break my heart”

Everything went so fast. I was on a mission with Yuuji and Nobara and now I’m laying in my sweet student’s arms while they cried for me to keep fighting, for just a little bit longer. Yuuji said he’d get help and I’d be okay, Nobara repeated that Nanami will be happy to see me again. I could tell Nobara was trying her very best to get Yuuji to accept the fact that I was dying.

“I’m so proud of you two.. You both are so strong.” I said softly as I felt my vision slowly getting blurry and fading to black.

I never would’ve thought this would be how my life turned out, but I’m glad it did. I’m glad I was the way I am and I have no regrets in my life, I just wish I could’ve seen my sweet girls one more time. I haven't seen them since Suguru’s death and I wish I could see my girls one last time.

“Mommy?..” “Mama!..”

“Nanako?.. Mimiko.. You two shouldn’t be here."

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 1 year

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I didn’t know giggley sex with Josh was what I needed until now. Breaking out into laughter when his facial tickles the inside of your leg. Or maybe after one to many drinks, and prolonged eye contact before you both burst out into giggles ‘why are you laughing?’ ‘I don’t know, why are you laughing?’ ‘Your hair is crazy’ ‘stop laughing you’re putting me off’ ‘shut up Josh’

ENOUGH! His facial hair tickling you 😭😭 I can't do this. I can't. Once he figures out what's making you giggle softly, he would make sure to kiss around in places that he knew you're ticklish 😭😭 l'm gonna go throw myself down in an intersection ahaha-

He's laying between your legs, on arm draped over your hips, the other resting against your thigh - hand massaging at your hip. He looks up at you with a sweet little smirk, thumb making gentle swirls over your clit.

"Can I take my time with you, sweet girl?" Josh coos, his smirk widening into toothy smile.

You nod, flashing a similar smile down to him with your bottom lip tucked in your teeth.

He refocuses his attention between your legs, thumb continuing to play with your bundle of nerves. His lips found your inner thigh, kissing around and biting every so often as he listened to your whimpers and whines grow louder.

Every few seconds, your soft sounds were interrupted by short, breathy, giggles. This made Josh glance up at you with both an amused and confused expression on his face.

"What's so funny?" he finally asks. A low giggle flutters out of him, too.

"N-nothing." you lie.

He continues on, not pressing the matter any further in light of wanting to make you cum.

Josh goes back to kissing at your thighs, pressing his thumb harder against your clit. His breath catches in his throat as he feels it throb against his thumb.

Your giggles break through again as Josh's facial hair tickles the insides of your thighs.

Unbeknownst to you, a light had switched on in Josh’s brain - suddenly figuring out just what was causing sweet giggles to erupt from you.

“S’cute,” he mumbles against your skin, trailing kisses up to your hips and moving towards your stomach.

You move to shove his head away from your sensitive belly, “Josh, your-“

“I know it does.” Josh smiles up at you knowingly, adoring the way your giggles mixed in with your moans.

“Josh- fuck- quit!” You couldn’t figure out what you wanted and didn’t want, between the two different feelings being sent through your body.

“You quit,” he fires back playful, using his hand not occupied at your core already to push your hands away. “Just cum for me. You can do it, can’t you, mama?”

“I hate you,” you huff through some moan morphed in with yet another giggle.

“You don’t,” Josh giggles, kissing directly over your belly button before pulling himself up to place his lips on your neck. “You love me… and this.”

You didn’t even bother to scrunch your neck up against his little attack, in light of your orgasm slowly creep through your body.

Your giggles become mostly moans, but a small grin remains on your lips - still red from all the kissing you and Josh had done not long ago.

“Cum for me, pretty…” Josh encourages into your neck. “My precious little thing.”

The mix of sensations running through your body shoved you so gently over the edge and into your high. It’s a short and sweet orgasm, but still powerful nonetheless.

You come down to the feeling of Josh placing soft kisses to your cheek and his thumb retreating from your sensitive clit.

You glare playfully up at him, “You’re horrible for that.”

“Oh, shut up!” Josh laughs sweetly, a genuine adoration in his eyes. “That was the prettiest orgasm I think I’ve ever witnessed from you.”

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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Building Harry's House: Music For A Sushi Restaurant

A/N: a itty bitty baby chapter for you lovies 💚 oh and...TYSM FOR 1500+ FOLLOWERS??

SUMMARY: With the world knowing of their once secret relationship, Harry and YN navigate life together as an official couple and everything that comes with it. (1.5k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

Previous Song Here! 🧦 // Building Harry's House masterlist // SINCE 2010 masterlist

SIDE-NOTE: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary) bold are things Harry actually said irl

Harry pulls open the glass door of the small sushi restaurant and steps aside for YN enter in first.

As the world is still trying to progress through the pandemic, businesses were slowly but surely opening up their doors again. As much as the couple missed interacting with other people and found some comfort in a crowded area to blend into, it was nice to be in a public place again. Plus with the added protection from their masks (both from the virus and privacy from paparazzi) it puts them at ease to think they look a little less recognizable. Especially when they trade in their colorful trousers, cardigans, and jewelry for hoodies and sweatpants.

So after being escorted to a booth and handed paper menus, they discard their masks and Harry sees his girlfriend’s beautiful smile once again.

YN leans over the table a bit and whispers, “It’s kinda like m’undercover with these on.” She giggles, waving her pink mask between them. “Feel every ninja-like.”

When she goes to put her mask on the table beside her, her hand accidentally knocks against one of the glass sauce bottles. Harry reaches for it just before it hits the table, no harm was done but it did make a rattling noise that caught the attention of an older couple sitting at a table across from them at the tiny restaurant.

YN quickly looks away and stares at the wall as she tries to hold back her laughter while Harry gives an apologetic smile to the on-lookers before they go back to their meals.

If he were out with other people, he probably would have decided right then and there to try to quickly but politely make the dinner go a little bit faster since they’ve been spotted, probably text Jeff to give him a ring with a fake excuse to go home.

But how can he even think to leave when she puts her hands beside her face to hide her cheeky smile? A faint blush to her cheeks and her eyes sparkling with amusement? It’s a pleasant change of pace to have the urge to stay at the restaurant for as long as possible rather than flee the scene.

“Excuse me? Can I have more green tea please?”

Right as the waitress nods, her eyes squinting in a smile under her mask and walks away, the couple give each other an amused but confused look when they hear an all too familiar “cou cou!” sound through the speakers of the restaurant.

“Ah nothing like a depressing song about our past to get me in the mood to eat some raw fish.” YN snickers.

“S’very romantic.” Harry agrees with a playful smile on his lips.

“Just makes me wanna get up and dance. Oh wait, hold up—” YN hovers a hand over her chest, pumping her chest up and down to the beat of the song like she’s about to break dance. Her stanky face crumbles into a smile as she joins Harry as he laughs.

He really can't believe how far they've come since that song was created. They were both in a place of confusement and horrible communication, both never expressing to each other their true feelings for one another which lead to their inevitable heart break. But as Harry sits across from the woman he loves, he knows that he's the only one who she calls him 'baby,' that he gets to hear her beautiful accent every day—from either phone or person—thanks to the fact that they actually talk with one another about anything and everything. In a way, Cherry still remains a 'pathetic' song of their past but oh what a great reminder it serves in times like these that tells them they are nowhere near where they used to be.

“This is really strange music for a sushi restaurant.” He says through a mouth full of rice. “Wouldn’t that be a cool name for an album though? Music For A Sushi Restaurant.”

YN nods, giggling when she reaches over to thumb away some sauce away from the corners of his lips. “That does sound pretty wicked. But then I feel like you’d be stuck to a certain theme though. Maybe for a song?”

“Yeah. I like that.” Harry nods.

“How do yeh think it’d sound like?” YN asks, mindlessly pushing some leftover rice together with her chopsticks. And that’s yet another thing he loves about her. The way that they both share a keen interest in music, constantly hearing new melodies in their heads before they even get a chance to write down their previous one.

“Mhm, maybe something funky. Like, you could be walkin’ down the street to it.” Harry softly begins to adlib a slow bass line, his hand gently patting against the table to make a beat. YN moves her head along to the beat before she experiments with a line:

“Green eyes, fried rice. I could cook an egg on you. Bum bum, bum bum, coffee on the stove.”

“Wait, did yeh just call me hot?” Harry playfully gasps before he leans in close and asks in a whisper, “Is this you telling me you fancy me?” He giggles and shields his chest with his arm as she throws her balled up napkin at him.

“I tend to do so much writing in the studio, but with this one, I did a little bit here and then I went home and added a little bit there, and then kind of left it, and then went into the studio to put it all together. That was a theme across the whole album, actually.” Harry explains and a soft smile inches its way onto his lips. “This record was recorded in a couple different places in different parts of the world. One of my personal favorite places that we made a song was at YN’s home studio in LA.”

It's 'cause I love you, babe

In every kind of way

Just a little taste

You know I love you, babe

"Dunno. M'kinda stuck on what rhythm I should do for that." Harry says from behind the glass window, putting his hands on his hips.

The production team has been over at YN’s LA home for a couple of hours now and they all migrated towards her guest house that she converted into a home studio. The place was spacious enough for a little recording room in front of the huge console panel, racks of guitars and a seating area. Along with some other fun decor, the walls were covered in various silver, gold, and platinum framed record plaques of either her own records for other artists’ songs she worked on.

YN pouts in contemplation. One thing that she loves about this team, about the atmosphere Harry created for everyone, is that she feels comfortable enough to throw out ideas for songs and everything it entails without judgment. Add her confident, strong headed personality to the mix and she doesn't feel a bit bashful when she says, "You can make it sound like an orgasm?"

All the men in the room, including their videographer Mike, raise their eyebrows at the unexpected suggestion. It certainly isn't the craziest suggestion they've ever heard, tried, and kept, but it does still catch them all by surprise.

Harry loves that she's able to throw in fresh ideas and on various occasions, keeping everyone on their toes.

"So like scale it upwards, yeah?" Harry adds, throwing her a nod through the glass window.

"And make ‘em a bit whiny at the ends? Oh, and gimme one of yeh scream-growl thingies.” She gives him a thumbs up before playing the track again. When she leans back in her chair, she does a double take at the group still staring at her. "Whot?"

“This song is right up my alley: the harmonies, the funky bass and guitars, the horns—ugh!” YN throws her head back with a slap to the armrest of her interview chair. “He has a little Pentatonix moment in this song, too—who am I kidding? He has many, which I am absolutely livin’ for."

If the stars were edible

And our hearts were never full

Could we live with just a taste?

Just a taste

"Give us somethin' sexy, Mitch." YN says into the recording booth speaker before spinning herself around in her swiveling studio chair. The production team has been on a roll with the making of the song for the past three days, everyone coming into her home studio with an eagerness to create something fun.

Mitch just shakes his head with a barely there smile before he hears Harry’s interlude again. His fingers quickly press on the wired strings to create the guitar melody YN came up with earlier. Everyone waits in anticipation to hear what he’s going to bring to the table and like always, he never disappoints.

With very little body movement, Mitch moves his hand down the neck of his guitar, the new riff lowering in scale and it has everyone’s jaws on the floor. Harry has his hands frozen in his hair in disbelief while YN literally gets up out of her chair and pretends to leave the room.

“I think that since we kinda made it very causal-like, just staying at me house for a couple of days, it made the production process really fun.” YN beams at the camera. “I fookin’ love this song, mate, I can't get over it. Like how can you just sit down and listen to this song?”

Then there’s a video compilation moment of the production team through the making of the song:

YN in the recording booth sliding her hand up and down her bass guitar as she grooves to the music through her big studio headphones.

A clip of Mitch sitting on the velvet couch in YN’s studio with her standing on the cushion next to him as she dramatically plays the air guitar to his solo.

Another clip of Kid, YN, and Tyler working at the huge console panel all the while Harry dances behind them. He bounces from foot to foot, his hands moving close to his chest with his palms facing outwards.

“After Fine Line, I had an idea of how I thought the next album would open. But there’s something about ‘Sushi’ that felt like, ‘Nah, that’s how I want to start.’" Harry chuckles, sliding his fingers down the corners of his mouth as he smiles."It becomes really obvious what the first song should be based on what you play for people when they’re like, ‘Oh, can I hear a bit of the music?’ It’s like, how do you want to set the tone?”

Next Song Here! 🍷

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guppybubbles · 3 months

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Sweet Dreams are Made of This. [1/3]

(A/N: Kind of a sequel to my other fic, ROLL ME A 6 ! :> You don't need to read that though to understand this!)

Borrower Tommy accidentally shifts into a universe where his homebrew DND world is real. He still sucks at being a giant.

WORD COUNT: 1,341 words

WARNINGS: None.

"Tommy opened his eyes and what he saw was unlike anything he's seen before…"

Tommy listened in anticipation. What could it be? A new friend, a new foe? He looked at his dad, a smug little smile barely hidden by his serious storytelling.

"And we'll find that out in the next session."

Halfway through his sentence, he and his brothers already knew it was the end of their game for the day. All groaning and complaining about Phil leaving it in such a dumb cliffhanger, Phil only laughed.

It couldn't have been hours already, had it? They barely started! He still had to redeem himself and his character into great glory! "No, come on, let's do one more hour— please, please?" He begged, holding onto one of Phil's fingers like he had all the power to hold him down and force him into another round.

With his other hand, Phil picked up the die and tossed it into the container— folding up the map before putting it back in the box. Tommy knew it was over, they'd start another session again sooner or later.

But he wanted to do another hour, or maybe two more, now. "Pleasee, I rolled so low every turn, I need to redeem myself!"

"I wish we could continue, mate." Phil smiled, "But I got work tomorrow and it's already…" He stared at the clock, making a surprised sound at the 11:48 PM on the wall. Phil cursed under his breath, gently, slowly pulling his hand away from Tommy’s hold. "Alright, get to bed you three."

The blond borrower knew there was no convincing Dad anymore. He crossed his arms with a humph, upset with his bad luck during the game. "Cheer up, Toms! I'm sure luck will make you do justice next time." Wilbur consoled, pushing his chair into the table and picking up the box with their fantasy map and die.

“You are horrible at throwing the die for me,” Tommy grumbled, narrowing his eyes at his older brother who had offered to throw the dice for him earlier. Wilbur’s luck when it came to the game was pretty good, yet whenever he tossed the die for Tommy, the luck seemed to plummet- doing worse than when the borrower himself threw the die.

In the corner of his eyes, he could see Wilbur’s lips press into a thin line. He was stopping himself from being amused at Tommy’s anger. “It really wasn’t on purpose.”

“Yeah, I know,” Tommy replied. Not upset at Wilbur, nor was he upset at the game. He swears he would be able to throw the dice better if he was just… more human-sized.

“You’ll do better next game, I’ll make sure of it,” Wilbur promises.

Tommy looks at him incredulously, slightly laughing. “What, are we gonna cheat or something?”

In response, Wilbur shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Dunno, maybe.”

Holding the game board, he placed his other hand on the desk. A trust exercise that slowly grew into a habit none of them thought was strange anymore, Tommy hopped on the hand and held onto the fingers for support. He used to have to walk from place to place, no matter how far it was because the big man was too stubborn to accept and ask for help. In response, they all worked together to install little stairs everywhere so Tommy would at least be able to reach things without having to heave himself up with a rope and a hook. He almost cried in front of them because of how much he appreciated the gesture.

That night, Tommy lay in his bed, uncharacteristically quiet as he stared at the ceiling. His room looked so much like a human's room- constructed by his family after nearly a year of accidentally revealing himself to them. It wasn’t exactly like him to be upset for the dice throws during the game, it really wasn’t Wilbur’s fault. On a good day, he throws exceptionally well for Tommy’s character too.

But Tommy isn’t upset about the dice, is he?

It was never the dice, never Wilbur, never his family, but him.

If he was truly meant to be their family, then couldn’t the universe make him human? Did he seriously have to be something that was never allowed to mingle with larger beings? It was a written code since the beginning of time that borrowers were never allowed to be with humans. Never share anything, what you are, what your name was. Most importantly, never be seen.

Were they never supposed to be a family then? Did he have to break the borrower’s code just to be a part of something he’s not supposed to? He’s not a borrower anymore, he knows that. He barely even follows the code anymore, but he’s not human either. Too exposed to be a borrower, too small to be a human.

Then what was he?

Tommy released a loud, exasperated sigh. His calloused hands rubbed over his face. He knows he shouldn’t think about such things, but lately, he’s been more aware than ever. He notices how Techno looms over him when they do woodwork together, Wilbur’s singing voice goes from soothing to too loud, and Phil barely gives him any chores (Maybe he shouldn’t complain about that one, actually).

They don’t mean it, of course, they didn’t. They probably don’t even notice it as well. Something so small and insignificant to them could be so overwhelming for him. He just wants to be bigger, to fit in…

He should go to sleep. He'll forget about it tomorrow and everything will continue on like it usually does (until the nagging feeling returns and he feels like he's rotting in bed).

Goodnight, me. Tommy closed his eyes, unable to rid of the heavy weight in his chest.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

If Tommy could recall this correctly— and while he may not have the best memory, he can certainly tell when something is just plain wrong… He fell asleep on his bed, right?

His eyes blurred as he gained consciousness and though he wasn't aware of where he was— he could sense danger even from a mile away. His shoulders ached, raised high above him. Something was holding his arms upwards. Cold, tight metal gripping his wrists, uncomfortably pressing into his skin. He tried tugging it downwards, but it barely moved.

Instead of lying on a soft, warm bed, it felt like he'd been kneeling for Prime knows how long. His legs felt numb, ringing uncomfortably no matter how much he tried to move. It didn't matter because he was stuck in place.

It was hot. Sweat was dripping from his forehead to his nose and down to either his clothes or the floor (he made a mental note that he wasn’t wearing his pajamas).

He sucked in a deep breath, humid air filling his lungs in a way that didn't calm him down, but just made him panic more.

Tommy's vision began clearing up and despite the little ache in his neck, he decided to look around. The room was dimly lit, weak artificial lighting barely reflecting the big, metal room he resided in.

There were mini stairs and platforms built around him. The platforms in front of him connected through the middle and had a door on each side of the wall. Above the platform in the wall in front of him was glass, he couldn't make out anything inside, it was darker than the room he was in.

The metal room he sat in was quite spacey. The ceiling was quite high but he couldn't stand up even if he attempted to— his ankles were chained as well, shorter in length compared to the ones around his wrist. Tommy struggled against the chains, everything looked so.. small yet so oddly detailed.

Where was he? Who were these stairs for? Were there more beings smaller than a borrower? Prime, how would they even look next to a human?

Does his family know where he is right now..?

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

yayaya thank you sm for reading! & holy shit guppy writing fics comeback??? no way!!!

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chackyxyooj · 11 months

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You Cared About Others More Than Yourself

No Manga Spoilers Present! - Modern AU

WC ~ 11,000

"I can't really explain it, but it feels like this week has been moving much slower than normal. It's like I've already lived a dozen days like this one. You know what I mean?"

It's not uncommon for people to have regrets. There are likely small things in life that people wish could have gone differently. Perhaps it's as small as picking up a penny or as significant as choosing a different path for your life to follow after high school. Little things especially have a tendency to pile up, but at the end of the day they cannot be changed.

And yet, if someone could repeat their life and change even the little things, would they?

If someone could be as perfect as possible, why wouldn't they try?

Is it, after all, such a bad thing to care about the perception of yourself? Is it such a horrible thing to care about others more than yourself?

There was a light tapping against the desk that made the table vibrate beneath your fingertips. In the corner of your eye you could see the perpetrator of the disturbance as they clearly tried to get your attention. Very quickly, you realised why.

"Rengoku-san, I know you mean well but I thought we agreed to meet at the entrance, not in my lecture hall." You stretched your aching limbs. This wasn't the first time you've zoned out during a lecture and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Still, staying after dismissal and getting caught in such a state from someone studying an entirely different major than you was a little embarrassing - especially considering that the majority of their lectures were held in an entirely different building.

"I know, but I was excited to see you." The male subsequently replied.

"Still..." You turned away from the male's gaze. You've always found his eyes to be mesmerising, and they were especially bright when he was being sincere. It was probably the kind of thing you wouldn't notice unless you'd known someone for a while, or unless you had a strong liking for someone.

For Kyojuro Rengoku in particular, your reason for noticing was the latter.

Although you'd known each other for the better part of two months, you and Kyojuro hadn't started interacting with each other outside of shared lectures until two weeks ago. It wasn't as if Kyojuro was rude, but he was certainly intimidating. Still, his heart was always in the right place so you couldn't get mad at his antics.

"(L/n)-san, you take notes by hand?" Kyojuro wondered as he slid your notebook towards you. You picked up the notebook and slipped it into your bag (along with your writing utensils, of course).

"I find that my notes are a lot harder to accidentally throw away when they're on a physical piece of paper." You explain. "Plus, it's more likely that my dog will eat it this way."

"You have a dog?"

"Oh, of course not. My landlord doesn't allow pets." You smiled as you stood up from your seat, admiring how Kyojuro took a slight step back to allow you more personal space. It was such a small and subtle thing, but it was something you deeply appreciated. "But it isn't as if I hate animals either. I used to volunteer at an animal shelter back in highschool, you know?"

As you took a step forward, your ankle wavered. It was the kind of thing your body tended to do after sitting for long periods of time. It happened often enough that you'd gotten quite good at catching yourself before you fell, but your bag had snagged against the edge of the chair and prevented you from performing precautionary manoeuvres.

Lucky for you, Kyojuro noticed fast enough to lend his arm to your aid.

Naturally the two of you still stumbled forward, but no harm was done.

"Ah, thanks!" You smiled, pulling away from Kyojuro. "That certainly saves me the embarrassment of having to pick my face up from the floor."

Kyojuro imitated your playful tone. "Thank goodness for that." The two of you started making your way towards the hall but you stopped in your tracks.

"You know, Rengoku-san, I can't really explain it but it feels like this week has been moving much slower than normal."

"Well it is Friday. Could it be that you've been having one of those weeks?"

"No, that's not really it. It's more like I've already lived a dozen days just like this one. Not even in a deja vu kind of way, but literally. Do you know what I mean?"

Kyojuro averted his gaze from your own. "Oh... I think I might know what you mean."

"Well, never the matter! I'm sure it's nothing important." You grinned as you skipped ahead and pulled the door to the hall open. "After you?"

"Are you free to go on a date this weekend, (L/n)-san?"

You felt the doorknob slip from your grasp. "What?"

"Well, more specifically, would you like to go out on a date with me?"

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Sunlight streamed into the room, making it perfectly clear that 'tomorrow' had become 'today.'

Sleeping wasn't something you had a strong opinion on, but you certainly didn't enjoy the process of waking up. The warmth of sleep's grasp always lingered the longest in the mornings, and this morning was a particularly long one. Or rather, today sleep held on to you tighter than it usually did.

Despite your half-sleeping state, you could feel the buzzing of your phone on your bedside. You'd become accustomed to the shaking of your phone's alarm and this certainly wasn't it. Who had texted you earlier than your phone's alarm?

You sat up in your bed as you began to read through the messages you'd received; messages from Kyojuro, nonetheless.

Good morning!

We're still meeting up at noon, correct?

You kicked your bedsheets aside, acutely aware of the time - 11:23 am. You scrambled to change into a new set of clothes, respond to Kyojuro's messages and make your way to the bathroom all at once. If you weren't so worried about getting out of the house in ten minutes you would have burst out laughing at your own reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Still, by skipping breakfast and dressing yourself to look somewhat decent, you managed to get out of your apartment and to the park by noon.

Well, ten minutes after noon.

Although his brightly coloured hair made him seem like a delinquent upon your first meeting, it was at a time like this that you were thankful that Kyojuro had such uniquely coloured hair. You were able to spot him waiting underneath a tree a little ways away from the main path.

"I'm so sorry about my tardiness, Rengoku-san!" You exclaimed as you ran up to Kyojuro. He looked surprised to see you; as if he was expecting that you wouldn't actually show up.

"It's really not a big problem!" Kyojuro smiled. "Did something happen to you this morning?"

"Oh, well I-" You could feel the embarrassment of oversleeping rise up inside of you. The only silver lining of this situation seemed to be the fact that your embarrassment was hidden behind your already flushed face. "Would you believe me if I told you that I slept in?"

"Well I wouldn't be too surprised." Kyojuro pulled out his phone and showed you the messages you had sent earlier. They were littered with spelling errors that practically screamed I'm frantically getting ready right now. "It's certainly better than the alternative though, which is that you were having a terrible stroke this morning."

You averted your gaze. "I suppose so."

"In any case, I'm happy that you still decided to show up (L/n)-san."

"Well, it would've been rude for me to accept your invitation and then not show up." You motioned towards the main path with your hands. "Shall we?"

Kyojuro nodded and the two of you found your way to the main path. There was a strange tension between yourself and Kyojuro. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, it was just there. This wasn't the first time the two of you have spent time together outside of camps. Perhaps the very idea of this being a date made things more complicated?

You glanced at Kyojuro only to see that he was already looking at you. "A-all things considered, the weather is rather nice for a day in mid-spring..." You stammered.

Kyojuro nodded. "The cherry blossoms in this area look particularly beautiful."

"It reminds me of my walks to and from school. The path I took to my highschool was always covered in petals in late April. Was it that way for you, as well?"

"Definitely. As a matter of fact, it still is!" Kyojuro laughed and you laughed with him. You really liked the way Kyojuro's laugh sounded. In all honesty, there was a lot you liked about Kyojuro, just not a lot that you knew. "I think you look really beautiful today, (L/n)-san."

You could feel your heart beginning to race underneath Kyojuro's gaze. He'd complimented you as if it was a matter of fact. It wasn't as if you thought of yourself as someone whose looks didn't deserve compliments, but it isn't as though you expect to receive them either - especially since you were in such a rush this morning to get ready.

As you were about to return the compliment, a loud barking startled both you and Kyojuro.

Before either you or Kyojuro could properly comprehend what was going on, you kneeled down and held your arms out. As the loose dog ran towards you, you managed to get a hold on its broken leash. This probably wasn't the best thing to do, but it was the first thing you could think of.

As you examined the dog's collar, it attempted to wriggle out of your grasp.

"What are you doing all the way out here?" You wondered out loud, looking around the area for signs of an owner. When you turned your gaze to Kyojuro you noticed him quickly tucking something into his pocket. Before you could inquire about it though, an older lady was haphazardly jogging down the path and frantically looking everywhere. When she spotted you and Kyojuro (and what was probably her dog) her frantic pace slowed.

"I'm so sorry about the inconvenience." The older woman apologised. The dog's wriggling beneath your hand grew more excited as the lady approached but you continued to hold onto the dog's collar just in case. "Little Banton hasn't hurt you, has he?"

"Not at all." You assured the lady. "He's just a little over excited to be off his leash, wouldn't you agree... Banton?" Banton barked loudly, earning a smile from both you and the older lady.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did your dog get loose in the first place ma'am?" Asked Kyojuro, kneeling down beside you to pet the dog. You couldn't help but notice how close he was to you and how strangely intimate this felt. Perhaps if Kyojuro's attention was focused on you rather than the dog, he would've noticed this too. Or perhaps this strange moment was something just in your head?

To be fair, from this distance you could genuinely admire some things about Kyojuro that you hadn't been able to notice before. Then again, if you were to get caught staring you'd probably be mortified, so it was probably best to avoid that situation all together.

"(L/n)-san?"

Too late. Kyojuro's hand was suddenly on your own yet nothing about his expression showed any embarrassment. Maybe the tension really was just in your head?

"Y-yes?" You quickly replied, feeling as heat began to rush to your face.

"You can let go of Banton's collar now."

"Oh! Right."

As you let go, the older lady quickly clipped a new leash to Banton's collar. Without much resistance or coercing, Banton quickly made his way beside the older woman with what you could only interpret as a goofy grin.

"Thank you two lovelies for catching Banton for me. I hope I haven't ruined this outing for the two of you."

"Not at all!" Kyojuro quickly replied. "We're glad we could help you."

"The two of you make a lovely couple."

The heat that had previously rushed to your face had now come back tenfold. Apparently the older lady's comment had a similar effect on Kyojuro as his face was now just as flushed as yours. Before either of you could reply to the older lady, she and her dog had walked away and left you and Kyojuro kneeling on the ground beside each other.

"A-anyway, should we continue on our date?" Kyojuro asked, quickly standing up from the ground and offering his hand to you. You took it, of course, but not without admiring the brilliant look in his eyes.

This wasn't really an expression you often saw on Kyojuro. Even when he had asked you out yesterday, he wasn't nearly as flustered then as he was right now. Did it have something to do with the entire situation? To be fair, it wasn't as if this expression was a bad one. It just wasn't usual for you to see him flustered.

"Are you alright, (L/n)-san?"

"Call me (Y/n)."

"Pardon?"

"This is a date, is it not? You shouldn't have to be so formal during such an occasion, so just call me (Y/n). Unless you would prefer to keep calling me (L/n)-san."

Kyojuro smiled as he let his gaze finally meet your own, but not without a trace of the blush he'd been sporting before. You grinned at the male's expression. It was cute. "Alright then, (Y/n)-san. Since I'm addressing you by your first name, it's only fair that you call me Kyojuro."

"Sure thing, Kyojuro-san."

"So you forgot to set your alarm last night and that's why you slept in?"

"I could have sworn I set one, but apparently not. I hate to admit it, but I woke up when you texted me at 11. Ah! That's so embarrassing to admit though!"

"If it's any consolation, I appreciate your honesty." Kyojuro laughed and you laughed with him. The tension you had been feeling before seemed to have melted away. Perhaps it was due to the simplicity of a shared conversation that made the whole situation feel simpler, but you had to admit that the older lady's comment from before really took a load off your mind.

It wasn't because the two of you seemed like a couple though. Instead, it was seeing that Kyojuro wasn't as perfect as he made himself out to be. Not in a bad way of course! It was more of a revelation for yourself to realise that even he could become flustered or embarrassed.

You wondered if Kyojuro felt the same way?

It's not like people enjoy being uncomfortable. In fact, being on a date where Kyojuro wasn't comfortable was the last thing you wanted to occur. Still, for the time being it seemed like everything was going well enough, so you wouldn't try to pry.

"Have you put any thought into what you'd like for lunch?" asked Kyojuro.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back slightly. "Well I haven't really travelled outside of the campus much. To be honest, I'm still not very familiar with Tokyo. If it's not much trouble, would you mind bringing me to one of your favourite places to eat?" You opened your eyes and redirected your gaze toward Kyojuro with a smile.

"Oh? S-sure." You didn't think too much about the slight hesitation in Kyojuro's reply. You did, however, notice how his hand lingered above one of his pockets. The one he had slipped the object from before into.

"Is there something bothering you, Kyojuro-san?"

"Of course not! I was just trying to decide where to bring you. There's a lot of good food in Tokyo, you know?"

"Well there's no need to be in a rush. We have plenty of time."

"R-right."

Despite everything, you couldn't help but admire the sheer dedication Kyojuro was putting into a decision such as choosing a place to eat. It seemed like every decision your companion made was one he thought through thoroughly before choosing.

Before Kyojuro could come up with a place, there was a light tapping sound behind you. When you turned around to investigate you noticed a young boy standing behind you, tapping the top of his toe nervously against the ground. "U-umm... excuse me, Miss." The young boy stammered. "I lost my balloon in that tree over there. I was wondering if you could... maybe... could you help me?"

You smiled softly. "Sure, I wouldn't mind. Which tree is it in?"

The young boy's eyes lit up fiercely. "I'll bring you to it!"

You followed the boy as he began running off towards a small patch of trees, making sure to grab Kyojuro's hand on the way over. You weren't sure how deep in thought he might have been, so it was better that you didn't leave him behind while assuming he would follow.

As the three of you made it to the base of a couple trees, you quickly realised that the balloon was about a meter too high for you to reach.

"Can you reach it all the way up there?" The young boy asked.

"That one up there? Definitely not." You shook your head, making the young boy pout. "Don't worry though, if you'd like I can-"

"I can reach that!" Kyojuro quickly interjected.

The young boy's eyes lit up once again. "Really Mister? So do you think you could get my balloon down for me?"

"Of course! Just give me a minute or two and I'll have your balloon back in your hands!"

You watched in surprise and disbelief as Kyojuro began climbing the tree. You couldn't help but be worried as he began moving higher and higher up the tree, yet at the same time you were impressed. You never knew that Kyojuro was so coordinated (but there was also no reason for you to know such a thing before now, so you had to digress).

As the male reached out and grabbed hold of the balloon, the branch beneath Kyojuro's feet gave out and sent him tumbling to the floor. He landed with a loud thud, causing both you and the young boy to rush over to Kyojuro's side.

"Kyojuro-san! Are you alright?" You asked frantically.

"It hurts, but I'll be alright." Kyojuro answered, a flush of embarrassment lingering on his features. A grin pulled at the corner of your lips from the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

"Hey Mister..." The young boy pointed up into the tree, "I think my balloon is higher now..."

You and Kyojuro both turned and sure enough, the balloon was about two branches higher than it was before. Any higher and it would probably escape the grasp of the tree altogether. Kyojuro stood up with a sense of determination that usually wouldn't be applied to these kinds of situations. You admired Kyojuro for the amount of effort he put into such meaningless things, but you didn't want him to get hurt.

Before he could immediately begin climbing the tree, you lightly grasped the hem of his shirt. "Kyojuro-San, I don't think that's a very good idea. I really think it would just be better if we-"

"Nonsense!" Grinned Kyojuro. "I said I'd get the boy's balloon back, of course I'll try my best."

"Still... I wouldn't want you getting too hurt out here."

The male shook his head, his motivation not shaken in the slightest. As he began his second ascent, you found yourself enraptured by the male's stubbornness. You've always speculated that Kyojuro was a stubborn person, but this was something unexpected.

"I've got it!" Called Kyojuro, only for his words to be followed by a loud pop!

It took all three of you a moment to process what had happened. As Kyojuro's gaze flickered between you, the young boy and the broken balloon, you could see the colour draining from Kyojuro's face. The male scrambled down the tree and quickly began apologising to the young boy.

"I'm so sorry about that!"

"It's okay." The young boy replied. "I shouldn't have lost it in the first place."

"Why don't you let me buy you a new one?" Kyojuro suddenly suggested.

The young boy's face lit up. "Really?! You mean it, Mister?"

"Of course! I would hate for you to have to walk home empty handed."

You followed after Kyojuro and the young boy as they practically skipped over to where a vendor was selling balloons. Excitedly, the young boy chose a new balloon and it was tied to his wrist. However, as Kyojuro went to pay for the new balloon, you noticed a slight panic behind his actions.

Without taking a moment to think twice about it, you quickly pulled out the money to pay for the young boy's balloon. You had to reach past Kyojuro to hand the vendor the money, which gave you a good view of Kyojuro's surprised expression.

"(Y/n)-San!" Kyojuro stammered, yet that was all he could manage.

You smiled at Kyojuro. "You did all the legwork back in the tree. Just consider this as my thanks for working so hard."

"Still..."

"There's no need for you to be so hung up on such a small thing." You began to walk away from the vendor, listening to Kyojuro's hurried footsteps as he rushed to keep up with you. You were certain that if you turned around right now, Kyojuro would have some sort of flustered look on his face. Then again, this flustered Kyojuro was pretty new to you. Instead, you decided to tease him by saying, "if you really feel indebted to me for such a small thing then I'm not sure how we'll ever make it through this date as equals!"

You turned on your heels, causing Kyojuro to stop in his tracks and meet your gaze. "So, where are we going for lunch?"

"No, I can't allow you to pay for my meal. I was the one who asked you out on this date."

"And I was the one who insisted we go somewhere for food. Just let me buy you something."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am! I wouldn't offer if I wasn't willing to pay."

"No. It wouldn't be proper for me to ask you out on a date and then not pay for my own food. I am perfectly content with just water."

The waiter looked between you and Kyojuro, waiting for one of you to decide whether or not you would come to a consensus. To be honest, they would've preferred to just take your order and leave. Finally, after what felt like waiting a lifetime, Kyojuro finally gave in.

"Alright, fine." Kyojuro sighed with a slight smile, "as long as you don't order me anything outrageously expensive, I'll allow you to buy me something."

You grinned. Before you could reply to Kyojuro, he quickly cut you off again.

"-and as long as you allow me to buy you something next time."

You nodded, giving the waiter your and Kyojuro's order. Once they had left, you turned to Kyojuro with a playful grin. "Next time, Kyojuro-San? That's quite confident of you."

Kyojuro laughed, but not whiteout what you thought was nervousness. "I'm not completely certain we'll have a second date, but I'm certain I'll at least have the opportunity to buy you lunch some time in the future."

"Oh, I only meant to tease you." You quickly replied. "I don't mean to come off as too eager but honestly, I already like the sound of a second date. It doesn't have to be one quite as... exciting as this one has been, but a second date isn't as impossible as you might think it is."

"You're certain about that?"

"Of course."

Kyojuro smiled, but you still thought he seemed a bit on edge. Was he so disappointed in himself that he couldn't imagine the prospect of a second date, or was it perhaps... you? You really hoped that you hadn't done anything too wrong. Kyojuro's been acting a lot different today than he usually does. Was that because of you, or was that just because of the date?

The tension you thought had disappeared suddenly reappeared. It was a heavy feeling in your chest that quickly made itself known - a feeling you had become familiar with.

No! You couldn't afford to be feeling like that right now. Especially not on a date with someone as amazing as Kyojuro. It's not even like this would be the first time you've pushed through this feeling before. You could do it. You had to. You-

A cold sensation washed over you like a bucket of cold water - in this case it was the iced tea you had ordered, but it was a cold wake up call nonetheless. Automatically you stood up from your chair, grabbing your napkin and pressing it against the cold spot in your shirt.

"(Y/n)-San, are you okay?" Kyojuro asked, getting up from his seat and moving to stand beside you. He handed you his own napkin and you took it gratefully.

"I'm so sorry Miss!" The waiter apologised. "Are you alright?"

"I'm okay. " You assured, using the napkins to help soak up the drink from your clothes. You couldn't help but think that this was probably your own fault. You had been paying just enough attention to the environment that you noticed the waiter handing you your drink, but not enough to realise that your grip on the drink was less than ideal. You should have known better than to let your thoughts run wild at a time like this. "Is there a bathroom I could use?"

"Of course! It's right this way."

You gave Kyojuro a reassuring glance over your shoulder as you followed the waiter to the bathrooms. You really hated when you zoned out like this.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Damp shirt, ruffled hair and a pitiful expression.

Could you really continue on with the date at this rate? You'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying yourself, but you'd also be lying if you said you were completely ready to keep on going. Despite how much you knew about Kyojuro, you had a feeling that the male wouldn't allow you to walk around the park with a half damp shirt for the rest of the day in fear of you catching a cold.

You sighed deeply, pushing your hair back with your hands before fixing a smile onto your face.

As you exited the bathroom, you saw Kyojuro writing something down in a small notebook. Curious, but not wanting to impede on his privacy, you walked to your seat and sat down.

"That's not a diary, is it?" You wondered as you took your seat.

Kyojuro kept his eyes low as he snapped the small notebook closed and shoved it into one of the pockets of his jacket. "I suppose you could say something like that."

"I didn't take you for someone who would do that sort of thing by hand."

"Oh... well, I can promise you that it's nothing very interesting. Just a list of important dates in regards to my different lectures and stuff... I-in any case, I talked to the owner of this establishment and they've decided to give you your food for free. Also, I hope you don't mind that I've asked them to pack the food to go."

You could feel your practiced smile change to that of a genuine one. "Actually, that sounds perfect! Thank you so much for that."

"It was no problem. Speaking of which, I believe that our food is just about ready. Shall we take our leave?"

"Let's."

You followed Kyojuro up to the counter where he ended up grabbing both bags of food. He insisted on carrying them for both of you so you decided not to complain. Considering you were half soaked in iced tea, the two of you decided that it would probably be best if you both called the end of the date here. The two of you didn't live too far away from each other, both attending the same university after all, so Kyojuro decided to walk you back to your apartment - something the two of you had done many times before, just not under the guise of a date.

As the two of you approached the front doors, you couldn't help but feel giddy. Sure, you were partially soaked in iced tea and the date hadn't been a perfect one, but you often believed that the best things in life happen on a whim. As much as you liked the perfectly collected and prepared Kyojuro, you also quite liked the Kyojuro who stood in front of you now.

A boy who had stubborn tendencies but always held pure intentions. A boy who could become flustered or shy when faced with something unexpected. A boy who liked you, and whom you liked back.

"Thank you for the enjoyable time, Kyojuro-San." You grinned.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Kyojuro nodded, awkwardly holding the bags of food between himself and you. His gaze flicked up between the food and you. You took the hint, reaching out and taking your bag. When your gaze returned to Kyojuro, you noticed he was still looking at you with uncertainty. It was rather cute.

A soft smile pulled at your lips as you set your food aside. "Would you allow me to make an unreasonable request, Kyojuro-San?"

"What kind of request?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Kyojuro's jaw fell agape for a moment. He recomposed himself as quickly as he could, but to call his flushed face and averted gaze 'composed' would be too generous. You knew there was a high probability that you would get rejected, but seeing Kyojuro's reaction might've been more than enough for you. You don't mean to make him uncomfortable, you simply couldn't resist getting one more reaction out of him before the end of your date.

You briefly turned your gaze toward the sky. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with that request. I hope you don't think less of me because of it."

"No, it's fine." Kyojuro replied. As you turned your gaze back to the boy, you couldn't help but return the smile he currently gave you. "While you did preface your request as unreasonable, I don't think your request was unreasonable at all. If I'm being honest, I think you only surprised me because I wanted to ask a very similar question."

The two of you shared a brief laugh. When your eyes finally met again, a warm feeling bubbled up inside of you. It was something akin to delight, you'd assume, but it was... comforting. Like a warm drink on a cold day.

Kyojuro held his hand out toward you and took it. As he pulled you in toward himself, you could feel the familiar wavering of your ankle that you'd gotten familiar with - the very one that told you that you were about to fall. It seemed that Kyojuro had noticed it too, but just a moment too late. The two of you ended up tumbling onto the ground and hitting your heads against each other.

You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"Sorry!" Kyojuro apologised as you shifted to sit up. "Should we try that again?"

"Why on earth are you the one apologising?" You laughed. "In any case, it doesn't matter. I think this situation is perfectly fine." You took Kyojuro's hand into your own, slowly urging him closer to you. The male smiled as he tucked some of your hair behind your ear, his hand travelling down to your jaw and pulling you in toward him.

You held your breath and closed your eyes.

The hand against your face was warm. Similarly, the hand that held your own was also warm. Perhaps most pleasant of all, Kyojuro's lips were soft against your own.

It was a brief moment, but a moment nonetheless.

As Kyojuro pulled away from you, you opened your eyes. "That was... really nice. Not just the kiss, but the date as a whole."

Kyojuro gave you a discerning look. "Even with everything that went wrong?"

"Dates don't have to be perfect for me to have a good time."

An uncertain expression pulled at Kyojuro's features but he quickly covered it up with a smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, (Y/n)-san."

"Until we meet again?"

Kyojuro's smile turned into a full on grin. "Not even time can keep us apart."

---

Sunlight streamed into the room, making it perfectly clear that 'tomorrow' had become 'today.'

You stretched your aching limbs in an effort to pull yourself out of sleep's grasp. Just as you were about to pull yourself out of bed, the familiar buzzing of your phone grabbed your attention. Excitedly, you grabbed your phone and examined the notification - a message from Kyojuro!

Good morning!

We're still meeting up at noon, correct?

You stared at the message in confusion. Wasn't today the day after the date? That couldn't be right, yet the date disagreed with you. The date was scheduled for Saturday, yesterday had certainly been Saturday, yet your phone still said it was Saturday. Was everything from the date just a dream?

You checked the time on your phone - 11:23 am. It was undeniable that today was Saturday. From what you could recall, everything was happening just how you remembered it happening. Was this what people called a premonition? Then if that were to be the case then...

You shook your head, throwing off your sheets and scrambling out of bed. You were about to be late for your date with Kyojuro!

Despite the 'premonition' of your date, you still arrived 10 minutes after noon. As you made your way around the park to where you and Kyojuro had agreed to meet up, you quickly realised that Kyojuro was waiting right where he had been waiting before.

"I'm so sorry about my tardiness, Kyo- ah! Rengoku-san!" You scolded yourself when you noticed Kyojuro's curious gaze. You didn't realise you could fall into habits from dreams, but you'd nearly addressed Kyojuro by his first name. You were certain he wouldn't be too upset about it since the two of you are friends, but you didn't want to make an awkward situation.

"It's no problem (L/n)-san." Kyojuro smiled the way you were oh, so familiar with. "You didn't happen to sleep in this morning, did you?"

You turned away, embarrassed. "Not intentionally."

"That's okay!" Kyojuro exclaimed, his expression lighting up as he gazed at you. "Would you like to get started on our walk?"

"Oh! Of course."

You felt a strange sort of tension between yourself and Kyojuro. You weren't sure if it was because you were on a date or if it was because of the lingering memories of your dream. It wasn't as though you disliked spending time with Kyojuro, but perhaps the very idea of being on a date added pressure to your every interaction. Eventually, as you and Kyojuro continued to walk together, the prospect of your 'premonition' faded away.

The boy who walked beside you was certainly the Kyojuro you'd always known. He was someone kind and dependable - someone you were more than happy spending time with.

"(L/n)-san?"

Your gaze snapped up from the floor. "Yes?"

"I was just asking if you're alright. You look a little pale."

"O-oh! You don't have to worry about me Rengoku-san."

"You know, saying things like that will only make me worry more." Kyojuro stepped closer to you and lightly pressed his hand against your forehead. You could feel heat beginning to race to your face from the male's sudden actions.

Yup. This is definitely the Kyojuro you'd grown to know and adore. Unapologetically kind and unapologetically himself.

"You really didn't have to buy me lunch, Rengoku-san."

"I know I didn't have to. I simply wanted to."

"But you've already done so much already! Catching a runaway dog, retrieving a stranded balloon and preventing a spilt drink is no small feat."

Kyojuro chuckled at the excited expression on your face. "While I don't disagree, buying you lunch is just a small act of gratitude."

"Gratitude for what? Letting me watch all of your heroic deeds?" You couldn't hide the grin that had been pulling on your lips. Even with all of the crazy things happening throughout the day, you found yourself enjoying the date between yourself and Kyojuro. There were a few moments where you thought something bad might happen but nothing bad ever seemed to occur. Little by little, the tension you had felt earlier had disappeared. "Since you've decided to buy us lunch, let me return the favour by buying us dessert. How does ice cream sound?"

"Ice cream?" You chuckled as you watched Kyojuro's expression light up with interest. "Sounds delicious."

You and Kyojuro eventually found yourselves with two cones of ice cream and just as you'd promised, it was your treat. The two of you had decided to sit beneath the shade of a tree that was a little bit away from the path. Despite how you tried, you couldn't stop yourself from stealing glances at the boy. Nearly every time you did, your gaze would meet with his - and it sent butterflies into your stomach every time.

"Do you mind if I tell you something strange, Rengoku-san?"

"That depends on how strange it is."

You and Kyojuro shared a brief laugh before you began explaining. "This morning, I woke up after having dreamed about our date today. However, the date hadn't gone quite as smoothly as this one did. You had been a lot less prepared than you usually are."

"I-is that so?" Asked Kyojuro, giving you a look that you couldn't quite discern. "What happened?"

"Well it wasn't that weird! Just a series of awkward encounters instead of me getting to see the regular, 'heroic' you." You answered quickly. "If I had to describe it, it was like I got to subconsciously experience a version of you that wasn't as prepared as you usually are."

"Was that a bad thing?"

"Not at all! It was just... I guess I would say it was refreshing. You're a really great person, Rengoku-san, but sometimes you can be a little... intimidating. You're highly regarded by every person who knows you and I'm no exception. That doesn't mean that I didn't want to go out with you, obviously. I was afraid that you might not enjoy spending time around someone as regular as me. So I think, well, I guess I mean to say that I enjoy the side of you that isn't necessarily perfect."

"I see..." Kyojuro turned away and hid his expression.

A sudden wave of panic washed over you. "I'm so sorry if I offend you, Rengoku-san! Please don't take that the wrong way!"

Kyojuro immediately snapped his head in your direction. "Not at all! You don't have to worry about something like that. If anything, I-" Kyojuro stops talking when he realises that his sudden motions had inadvertently caused him to bump his hand against your own, knocking your ice cream over and onto your shirt.

The two of you look down at your shirt and then at each other.

"(L/n)-san... I-"

"Don't worry! I should have been holding my ice cream more carefully."

"Still, it's my fault that I-"

"Really, Rengoku-san, don't worry." You sighed, letting a small smile rest on your lips - the kind of smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. You stood up quickly, making sure to stand in a way that wouldn't cause the ice cream to fall onto Kyojuro himself. "If it's alright with you, I think I'll be heading home now. I should get my shirt washed as soon as possible if I don't want it to get stained from the ice cream. Thank you for the date, Rengoku-san. I hope to see you again."

"Oh, right. Of course." Kyojuro nodded slowly, his brows slightly furrowed. "Did you want me to walk with you?"

"No, it's alright." You waved as you began walking. You really didn't want to leave the wrong impression with Kyojuro - especially because you really had been enjoying your date. If you had been wearing a shirt you cared a little less about, you gladly would have continued sitting and laughing with the male. At the same time, you hoped that Kyojuro wasn't blaming himself for the mishap that had occurred. It was just a series of unfortunate events. You should have been used to that kind of thing by now.

As you took a glance over your shoulder at the blonde, you noticed him scribbling something down in a small notebook.

Oh well. You would just have to clear up any miscommunications about today's date later.

---

Sunlight streamed into the room, making it perfectly clear that 'tomorrow' had become 'today.'

You shot out of bed when you felt your phone vibrating beside you. After washing your shirt you had gone straight into studying for an upcoming test, completely forgetting to even text Kyojuro about what had happened during the date. You could only hope that he wasn't upset with you, much less upset with himself.

Quickly grabbing your phone, you read the messages sent from Kyojuro.

Good morning!

We're still meeting up at noon, correct?

What?

You stared at the time on your phone's screen - 11:23 am. Was this deja vu for deja vu? Something was certainly going on, but you couldn't understand what. There was almost no way that the things you remembered were just 'premonitions.' That kind of thing rarely ever happens to you, so to have it happen twice and about the same day...?

You threw on your clothes and raced to the park. You knew exactly where to go and the best way to get there, making you a whole 2 minutes late.

You called out to the blonde boy standing under the tree - just a little ways away from the path. When he turned around, you could tell that he was surprised to see you. You could only hope that the reason behind his surprise wasn't because of your appearance.

"(L/n)-san! You're here already?" He gasped, but quickly recomposed himself. "I mean, I'm glad to see that you decided to show up."

You gave the male a strange look. "Of course I showed up - though I was hoping to arrive on time. In any case, I hope you haven't been waiting for me for too long. Something really strange has been happening to me as of late."

Perhaps a bit too concerned, Kyojuro asks "does 'something' have anything to do with me?"

Did this have something to do with Kyojuro?

You've heard rumours about strange things happening to people for reasons that couldn't be explained - you had become especially curious about it back in highschool when one of your childhood friends... passed away. From all of your research and questioning, you'd managed to find something that seemed to fit: Adolescence Syndrome - a mysterious syndrome that only affects those who enter puberty.

But that couldn't be right. From what you gathered, Adolescence Syndrome only affects those who are in their early to late teens. Although you were just barely what people considered a teenager, Kyojuro was two years your senior. You weren't sure people could experience that kind of thing at this age.

So was this... looping... your doing?

You shook your head. "No, definitely not! Still, let's not worry about stuff like that. This is a date, after all. I would hate for it to be ruined by something so miniscule." You smiled at Kyojuro, and he returned it.

You and Kyojuro ended up talking for a little while before deciding to start walking. Everything seemed to be happening the exact same way it had happened before, if not better. One caught dog, one saved balloon, one rescued drink and now, two ice creams successfully eaten. Even the conversations tended to follow a very similar pattern to what you had talked about before.

Finally, after an afternoon of narrowly avoiding accidents, you found yourself walking with Kyojuro back to your apartment.

Was it wrong of you to simply let things play out this way? This wasn't hurting anyone, was it? If you knew beforehand about something bad that was going to happen, it would only be natural for you to try and avoid that future. If not for the sake of yourself, then for the sake of others - for the sake of Kyojuro.

You could feel a blush creeping up your face when you realised you had been staring at Kyojuro. The male didn't make a big deal out of it though - he just smiled as he enjoyed walking alongside you.

Was there really anything wrong with withholding the truth from Kyojuro when he seemed so happy to be here with you? Was it really such a bad thing to let things continue the way they are now when the way things were before were so... different?

"Is there something on your mind, (L/n)-san?"

You leaned back slightly and stared up at the sky, your hands clasped behind your back as you continued to walk alongside Kyojuro. "Do you remember how I asked you about living a single day over a dozen times?" You wondered.

Kyojuro looked at you curiously. "What about it?"

"Actually, nevermind." You put on a smile as you directed your gaze toward Kyojuro. "We've been awfully formal throughout this entire date, Rengoku-san. Why don't we just call each other by our first names?"

"You mean like, (Y/n)-san?"

"No. I mean, why don't you just call me (Y/n)?"

Kyojuro suddenly looked at you with a shocked expression, hints of a blush beginning to appear on his face. "Are you sure you're okay with that?"

"I'm perfectly comfortable with it, so as long as you're comfortable with it I don't mind."

By now, Kyojuro's face had completely shifted one shade. He walked and pondered over your offer for much longer than a regular person would've thought necessary, but you didn't mind. If anything, you found it endearing.

Hadn't this been the Kyojuro you'd seen so much of during your 'first' date?

You and Kyojuro suddenly found yourselves at the entrance of your apartment - the exact same place from your 'first' date. The exact place the two of you have been time and time again, but never twice in the same day.

"Would you like to come inside for some tea, Kyojuro?"

The blonde boy perked up at the sound of his name. "Are you sure that's appropriate?"

"It's not like this will be the first time you've stepped inside of my apartment. We're friends! Being on a date doesn't immediately change that fact, does it?"

"No... but it does change the circumstances." Kyojuro's brows began to furrow as he genuinely began contemplating the situation. Of course, you'd never want to force Kyojuro to do something he's uncomfortable with but from how things have been going, wouldn't things just end up repeating again anyway? You didn't know how to get to 'tomorrow' so if 'tomorrow' was just going to end up being 'today' again, why not take a chance?

As Kyojuro opened his mouth to reply, you swiftly took hold of his hand and pulled him along. By the time the two of you had reached your door, Kyojuro looked rather flustered. While there was a pang of guilt inside of you, you couldn't deny that he looked rather cute.

"I hope I haven't forced your hand by bringing you all the way up here." You admitted as you fumbled with the key to your apartment. "I know I already dragged you all the way up here but if you want to leave, I won't stop you."

Kyojuro smiled awkwardly. "Not to worry. I would love to join you for a cup of tea."

You could feel your heart beginning to race as you pulled the door to your apartment open. You removed your shoes and jacket as you entered the foyer, Kyojuro doing the same after closing the door behind himself. You were the one who offered tea and you were the one who dragged him all the way upstairs, so it only made sense that you were the one feeling nervous.

"Don't mind the mess on my desk." You laughed nervously as Kyojuro's footsteps trailed behind your own. "I have a test I'm currently studying for."

"Something math related?"

"As if."

The two of you laughed briefly, but it was ultimately drowned out by the tension in the air. You hung your jacket over one of your two dining chairs and Kyojuro did the same. "I hope you don't mind if I use your bathroom."

You gestured toward the bathroom. "Go for it."

As you filled a kettle with water for tea, a soft thud caught your attention. When you turned around, you realised something had fallen out of Kyojuro's jacket.

You put the kettle onto the boiler and went to retrieve whatever had fallen. You never considered yourself as someone who enjoys partaking in other people's business, but you couldn't help but recognise the small notebook as the one that Kyojuro had been consistently writing in throughout the day. Actually, hadn't he written in the notebook over the course of all 'three' dates?

When your eyes fell onto Kyojuro's unfamiliar handwriting, you felt your chest tighten.

Notes and dates littered the pages of the little notebook. Some days had over a dozen notes, and some days appeared over a dozen times. Flipping through the book filled you with confusion, and reading the notes only made you even more confused.

The door to the bathroom opened and closed, the kettle in the kitchen clicked. You noticed neither. You even failed to notice Kyojuro's footsteps as he walked across the room to grab the kettle and bring it over to where you were standing. It was only when Kyojuro called your name that you finally realised the absurdity of the situation you were in.

"(Y/n)... is that my-"

"Have you been living multiple 'todays' too?"

Kyojuro placed the kettle on the table in front of you, and you placed his notebook down on the table beside it. The moment of silence between the two of you felt longer than forever. Neither one of you really answered the other - the two of you simply stared at each other in disbelief.

"You were able to read everything that I wrote down? Hold on, I should have realised from the start that you were also... ah, shoot." Kyojuro muttered.

"I- um... I apologise for going through your personal belongings without your consent, but I don't know what to make of what I read. Between what I already know and what's been happening to me as of late, I can't help but think that this notebook isn't just filled with nonsense."

"How many days have you also relived?"

"I... what?"

Kyojuro sighed deeply as he took a seat at the table. You mimicked his actions and took a seat on the other side of the table. "If you're able to understand the things I've written into that notebook, then you've also been looping with me."

You gave Kyojuro a confused look. "Looping with you? What do you mean? Kyojuro, what's going on?"

"I don't know if you'll believe me, but I've begun reliving days of my life. I'm not sure why it's happening or why some days loop more than others, but I know that things tend to happen exactly the way they did before as long as nothing I do changes. I should have realised when you started acting differently that you were also experiencing the loops."

"Hold on Kyojuro. How long have you been experiencing your loops?"

"Nearly two weeks. Why do you ask?"

"I've only been living through loops of today - our date, specifically. How many times have you lived through today?"

"Three times." Kyojuro suddenly held his head in his hands. "I don't know how I've managed to rope you into my issue, but it seems that we're both trapped in this strange cycle of repetition. I'm... I'm so sorry."

You reached over the table and held one of Kyojuro's hands in your own. "There's nothing to be sorry about. It's not like you can choose who does and doesn't experience these loops with you, much less the fact that you're experiencing them at all. I'm sure we can figure out a way to stop them."

A soft smile pulled at Kyojuro's lips. "You're very kind, (Y/n), but I'm not sure there's much you can do."

"Sure there is. After all, I believe I know the reason behind your loops!"

Kyojuro's face suddenly erupted into a blush. "You do?"

"Adolescence Syndrome!" You confidently answered. "From everything I've read up on the internet, I believe that by confronting the cause of any feelings of inadequacy you have, you can stop the loops from happening. If you can tell me what happened two weeks ago that always makes you nervous or stressed, perhaps we can resolve that issue and fix the loops!"

"Two weeks ago?"

"Yes."

Kyojuro turned his gaze away from your own as he answered "well, two weeks ago I developed feelings for you."

"Oh..." You could feel your face beginning to warm.

"Don't misunderstand me! You don't stress me out or make me uncomfortable in the slightest! I just... I believe that I've been afraid of confronting my feelings for you in fear of rejection."

"Well in that case..." Despite the butterflies that were quickly making themselves at home in your stomach, you leaned over the table in order to hold both of Kyojuro's hands at the same time. "I really like you, Kyojuro. And I'm not just saying that! I genuinely mean it - and not just about the Kyojuro who is perfectly calm and collected all of the time. I also like the Kyojuro who occasionally gets flustered. The one who becomes so passionate about helping others that he's willing to put his own well being on the line. That's who I like, and that's the Kyojuro I want to help."

Now it was Kyojuro's turn to erupt into a blushing mess. "You really mean that?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

Kyojuro smiled, letting a sigh escape his chest. He briefly rested his forehead against your hands before lifting his head to meet your gaze. "Thank you for helping me, (Y/n), but it's getting kind of late. I don't want to overstay my welcome."

"I understand." You nodded as Kyojuro pulled his hands away from your own. The two of you walked over to the door of your apartment. There was still tension between you and Kyojuro, but it wasn't nearly as horrible as it had been before.

As Kyojuro reached for the doorknob to leave, he turned around and met your gaze once more.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

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Sunlight streamed into the room, making it perfectly clear that 'tomorrow' had become 'today.'

Sleeping wasn't something you had a strong opinion on, but you certainly didn't enjoy the process of waking up. The warmth of sleep's grasp always lingered the longest in the mornings, and this morning was a particularly long one. Or perhaps today sleep held on to you tighter than it usually did.

Just as you began pulling yourself out of bed, your phone went off. You'd received a message from none other than Kyojuro.

Good morning!

We're still meeting up at noon, correct?

In a state of near disbelief, you checked the time. Low and behold it was exactly the time you hoped it wouldn't be - 11:23 am.

But the previous night... or technically, the previous 'today,' things should have resolved themselves. Or at the very least, if the two of you were still looping, wouldn't it have made more sense for Kyojuro to message you something other than what he's said to you for the past three loops? What on earth was going on here?

Without much time to think, you hastily changed into a new set of clothes and raced out of your front door. Before you knew it, you found yourself in front of a vaguely familiar door within fifteen minutes of waking up.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here-?"

Before Kyojuro even had a chance to comprehend what you were doing, you had already grabbed his hand and ran away from Kyojuro's apartment complex. The two of you must have looked ridiculous - both of you running around wearing shoes that were meant for indoors.

When Kyojuro finally pulled his hand away from you, the two of you were both out of breath and standing on a small bridge that led to the park. The sound of running water filled the silence between you and Kyojuro. When you looked over the bridge, you saw the image of yourself and your companion reflected back up at you.

"What on earth are you doing, (Y/n)?"

You met the male's gaze. "Isn't it obvious?" You huffed between breaths. "I'm taking you out on a date!"

"But I told you, I don't have control over my loops! What if what we do today becomes permanent? If I'm seen running around Tokyo like this, I-"

"What does it matter?" You asked so genuinely, taking Kyojuro by surprise. He had never seen you act this way before. "Our date yesterday was practically perfect, yet we still didn't make it to 'tomorrow.' What's wrong with having one of our 'todays' be one where we can just kick back and do whatever we want?"

"That wouldn't be right for people like us."

"Then why don't we try being people less like us? Just for today, why don't the two of us just have fun by trying things we've never done before?" Although it looked like Kyojuro might dart off at any given moment, he didn't. You reached for his hand, noticing how his muscles stiffened at the contact. Still, you met the boy's gaze and smiled at him. "If 'tomorrow' becomes 'today' and 'today' becomes 'yesterday,' would that really be such a horrible thing?"

"I understand your sentiment, (Y/n), still..." Kyojuro pulled his hand away from yours. The sad smile that pulled on the boy's lips made your heart drop. "It's not that simple. I can't let a loop like this become reality. It's not right. I'm not good enough. Unless I'm perfect I won't-"

"Perfect?" A pang of sorrow suddenly erupted in your chest - a feeling that you couldn't so easily push away. "I suppose... if that's how you truly feel..."

As Kyojuro opened his mouth to reply, you turned away from the boy and leapt off the side of the bridge. Kyojuro quickly followed you all the way to the edge of the bridge and looked over. The bridge couldn't have been more than three meters from the water, but every part of Kyojuro was screaming at him not to follow you.

What would happen if someone he knew caught him doing such a repremendable thing? What would others say about him? What would his father think about him doing something like this?

Questions raced, but one weighed heavier than the rest.

What if you were hurt?

Despite his better judgement, Kyojuro leapt down after you.

The water only reached up to his waist, but it was uncomfortably cold against his skin. It clung to his clothes in a particularly displeasing way. Still, he pushed the feeling aside as he stood up and brushed his loose strands of hair out of his face. What good was he if he couldn't even help someone else?

Just as he was about to call your name, you wrapped your arms around Kyojuro from behind. He could feel the warmth of your body against his own as you rested your forehead against his back.

"There's nothing wrong about being someone who isn't perfect. As long as you're being a version of yourself that makes you happy, what else could matter more?"

"(Y/n), I-"

"Kyojuro!"

The two of you turned your heads to face the newcomer. The moment you laid eyes on them, you subsequently felt Kyojuro's body stiffen beneath your arms.

There weren't a lot of people in Tokyo who didn't know who Kyojuro Rengoku was, and there were even fewer people who weren't familiar with Kyojuro's father, Shinjuro Rengoku. And now, the older man was standing at the edge of the river with a particularly displeased expression.

Kyojuro quickly made his way out of the river and you followed behind him. You had once thought that Kyojuro had an air of intimidation around him, but that was nothing compared to his father's. Perhaps if you had met the man under different circumstances, you wouldn't have been so terrified of him.

"Kyojuro Rengoku, why on earth were you waist deep in a river in the middle of the afternoon?" Before Kyojuro could think of a reply, his father was quickly cutting him off. "This kind of behaviour is the very reason why our clients don't believe you're a suitable candidate to inherit our family's business. Have some self respect, boy! If your mother was here to see you like this you'd-"

"With all due respect, sir, Kyojuro is the most respectable person I have ever met in my entire life. 'Have some self respect?' I doubt you even understand the lengths your son has gone just to meet the impossibly high standards you have set for him. If he was to become the son you apparently desire so much, he certainly wouldn't want to take over a business built by the likes of you."

The older man's displeased expression suddenly shifted. Just as he was about to open his mouth, presumably about to chew you and Kyojuro out, you grabbed Kyojuro's hand and ran in the opposite direction.

At first, Kyojuro's grip was rather reluctant. At a certain point though, it had somehow changed from you leading Kyojuro away from his father to the other way around. Somehow, in some way, the two of you found yourselves standing under a certain tree that was a little ways away from the main path.

When the adrenaline in your systems finally level out, the two of you exchange glances.

"So... that was my father..." Kyojuro mumbled out.

In a moment most would expect someone to become upset, you could only find it in yourself to laugh. You couldn't tell if you were laughing because of the situation itself or just the words Kyojuro had decided to say at that moment since neither were particularly laugh worthy. Still, the only thing you could think to do was laugh.

"(Y/n), are you alright?"

"Sorry! It's just, well, I don't think I've ever seen you act so defiantly before!"

"Oh, well... I suppose I've never needed to until now." Kyojuro joined in with your laughter for a moment until the two of you eventually sat beside each other on the grass. For the first time in a while, Kyojuro smiled a genuine smile. "Thank you for standing up for me."

"Of course I did. It's not like I was lying, either. You're a genuinely great person - both before and after your loops." You turned towards Kyojuro when you felt him holding your hand. A blush was definitely beginning to form on your face, but you'd be remiss not to notice the blush that had formed on Kyojuro's face as well.

"To tell you the truth, I've been looping ever since my third year of highschool."

"Your third year?" You gasped. "So you've been experiencing loops for nearly three years?!"

Kyojuro nodded. "At first I couldn't understand what was going on, but I eventually found that my 'todays' would become 'tomorrows' when I acted in a way that was perfect in the eyes of others. After a while of making myself as perfect as possible, my loops became less and less frequent. However, when I started to get to know you two weeks ago, my loops began occurring more frequently again. There's no doubt in my mind that it was happening because I wanted to be perfect for you. I'm not sure how you ended up getting roped into my loops, but I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry! I mean, if someone could be as perfect as possible, why wouldn't they try? I know for certain that I would. However..." you turned your body so that you could face Kyojuro without having to turn your head. "In your quest to be someone 'perfect,' you've given away yourself in order to please others."

"But my father-"

"He isn't the one living your life, you are. Personally, I think that the Kyojuro I saw on our 'first' date is the kind of person I would call... the best version of oneself. Why put so much emphasis on what others think if it's only going to harm you? There's nothing wrong with being a little stubborn, or a bit too passionate."

"Do you really believe that?"

"If I didn't, I likely wouldn't tell you."

Kyojuro chuckled briefly as he turned his body to face you. The two of you were sitting quite close together. You were certain that if you leaned in you could steal a kiss from the blonde boy in front of you - you were sure he could do the same back.

Kyojuro's gaze softened as he brought one of his hands up to the side of your face. "If I had known that you prefer the 'slightly stubborn and passionate' version of me, I would've been that person from the beginning."

"So go back." You replied simply. "Go back to your third year of highschool and become a person you're happy with rather than the person who only exists to make others happy."

"All the way back...?" Kyojuro wondered. "But if I go that far back, it's possible I might never meet you."

"Would that really be such a terrible thing compared to the life you're living now?"

"Of course it would!"

You felt the familiar pang of sorrow you'd felt before. "I'm sure you'll be able to meet someone-"

"I'll wait for you!" Kyojuro suddenly exclaimed. "The only way I'll go back is if when 'today' becomes 'today' again, the two of us meet here."

"Why would you be willing to do so much for someone like me?"

"Because until now, I've never known anyone like you. I know how much you want me to be happy, so I will, so long as I get to see you again. Whether or not we go back three years or ten years, I'll wait for you, (Y/n)."

Despite the tight feeling in your chest; despite the pounding in your ears and the very atoms of your body telling you to say no, you smiled. "Alright, Kyojuro. I'll meet you here."

Kyojuro smiled as he tucked some of your loose strands of hair behind your ear. "Before we go, would you allow me to make an unreasonable request?"

You smiled back. "Of course."

"May I kiss you?"

---

Epilogue

And yet, if someone could repeat their life and change even the little things, would they?

If someone could be as perfect as possible, why wouldn't they try?

Is it, after all, such a bad thing to care about the perception of yourself? Is it such a horrible thing to care about others more than yourself?

Sunlight streamed into the room at an angle Kyojuro Rengoku wasn't immediately familiar with. As he opened his eyes, he was certain that 'today' had become 'tomorrow,' but when exactly was 'today?'

As the male reached over his bed to where he hoped his phone would be laying, he couldn't help but want to delay the inevitable. Would he still be waking up to a day where he could see you, or was he waking up to a life far before he was supposed to know of you? No matter the answer, he knew one thing for certain: he was still in love with you.

#Kyojuro Rengoku x reader #Rengoku x reader #Kyojuro Rengoku #Rengoku #fluff #time loops #alternate universe #univeristy au #modern au #adolescence syndrome #that one syndrome from Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai #japanese honorifics #Honorifics are used in this story #one shot #connected oneshot #Memories of the Future

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we-will-be-reun1ted · 6 months

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─── ⋆⋅Personality ⋅⋆ ───

These are my own headcanons for how I think Aether and Lumines personalities are like.

Lumine

Okay starting off with my personal favourite character 🫶🫶 she’s a BITCH

Not the kind of bitch like, constantly insulting and talking shit about someone bitch. The more witty and condescending bitch

Though she would talk shit about you to your face if she was in a particularly bad mood

Morally grey, though a darker shade of grey

The kind of person you don’t see laughing often apart from at other people’s misery (Aether falling down the stairs)

Judgmental, but fair in her judgment. Most of the time anyway. Sometimes she’s petty af

She’s kind of like an extroverted introvert if that makes sense? She’s completely socially confident and can talk to people if she wants to - she just doesn’t want to

Incredibly assertive and confident in herself in general and isn’t afraid to say whatever she’s thinking, no matter how harsh it may come across

Brutally honest

She’s cold and calculating. Doesn’t smile much aside from when it’s just her and her brother

Deffo has a resting bitch face

She gets irritated pretty quickly, but is also quick to calm down after

Very much a forgive but never forget person

Also very much a revenge person

She won’t stay mad at something for too long unless it’s a huge thing. If it is then 😬

One of the worst people to piss off. If she doesn’t like you, you’ll know. It won’t be pretty. If it’s that big of a thing she would most likely go out of her way to make their life a living hell until she gets bored or Aether steps in

Has a little bit of a God complex I’m not gonna lie

In the sense that she sees herself and her brother as a lot more powerful and therefore - important than the average person

Which they are far more powerful dont get me wrong, but it’s led Lumine to the mindset where she sees those below her as weakish

I’ll get more into this in a future post. It links up to quite a few other headcanons I have

Very very brave though. And not a complete asshole, she will go out of her way to help people sometimes

If she sees someone being attacked by hilichurls she will jump in to fight, no questions asked. She may be a little huffy about it if she’s trying to go somewhere but still

It would take a long long time to become friends with her aside from if shes particularly interested in someone, but when she is genuinely someone’s friend she’s incredibly loyal and protective of that person

She’s interested in people who are strong willed and know exactly what they want and aren’t afraid to go for it

Also she admires those who are logical, don’t freak out over the littlest things and are usually calm and co-ordinated

If they know how to fight that’s also a plus

She doesn’t like making friends often as she and Aether never stay in once place. They travel from world to world and she feels horrible leaving them

(Attachment issues)

DTF. She likes pleasure and is quite a sexual person. If she finds someone attractive and they both want it then she will take it

She’s a badass and girlbossing her way through life fr I love her so much

With Aether -

She’s a much different person around her brother than she is with anyone else

First, she’s a lot more active and playful with him. Out with other people she’s usually quiet

Not completely silent at all, she certainly lets her presence be know, but she prefers to sit back and listen

Oh she’s fantastic at reading people that’s something I forgot to mention

Anyway, with Aether she seems a lot more happier and outgoing

Smiles an awful lot more, though still has her resting bitch face

Aether likes to make fun of her for it

They both like to make fun of each other a lot. Nothing serious or mean or anything. Just little things

Okay they are twins so occasionally mean

She trusts him entirely and it’s evident with the way she acts with him, she’s protective. Not Aether level protective but still quite protective

Trusts him to the point which he knows every single weakness of hers. Every struggle she faces, every thought she has

No one else would ever come close to getting her to reveal any of her weaknesses. Including her friends

She’s properly herself around Aether. Not just cold and confident as she is around anyone else

She’s still confident, but she’s very warm around him

Drags him around everywhere she goes. The two are attached one the hip. It’s like they are one whole body sometimes

Teases him ALL THE TIME

Though it’s a ‘I can make fun of my brother but if anyone else does it they will pay’ kinda thing

Same goes for Aeth

As much as she loves him, the two get on each others nerves

While not usually petty around others, Lumine is PETTY around Aether

Aether makes an off handed comment about Lumines hair one time and completely forgets about it afterwards? Okay! Lumine does his braid rough and too tight on on uncomfortable angle for a month. Making offhanded comments about it every day that sound suspiciously like what he said to her three weeks ago

She forgives Aether a lot faster than she does with anyone else though

Aether

Now Aether! He’s somewhere in my top three I don’t know if he’s second or third but probably second??? Idk

Huge golden retriever energy

Usually a pretty polite guy. Opens doors for people, says thank you and that

Pretty much polar opposite of Lumine when it comes to people, he really really enjoys talking and social interaction with almost anyone

Introverted extrovert, loves being around people but he can’t do it 24/7 without feeling a little drained. Needs some time on his own or with just Lumine to charge up

Super social though, the kind of guy who can go up to someone and just strike up a conversation

Has definitely been invited to a wedding in the first ten minutes of meeting someone before

He just likes getting on with people in general. It’s nice talking with people and can benefit him and Lumine

People are interesting to understand and they can benefit them both by giving them food if they need it, shelter etc etc

Like Lumine - he’s socially confident

After being around people for eons he’s learned how they work, interact, how to talk with them etc etc so he’s pretty confident in that regard

He and Lumine never stay in one place for very long so there’s no good in being nervous around people

All this goes out of the window when he’s crushing on someone

The dudes a big romantic unlike Lumine. He likes romance, she likes pleasure

It’s not really often but when he likes someone romantically he usually becomes a bit more nervous and says a few more awkward things

Laughing at unconventional times

He still knows what to say and is pretty confident, just a bit more dorky and such

Hard to piss off but when you do he gets very very snappy and sarcastic

Surprisingly he holds grudges for longer than Lumine

He’s a revenge person but nothing like Lumine. Usually it’s small revenge like saying something back or trying to embarrass the person a little bit

He’s a little bit immature at times, nothing major but just little things. Usually pretty mature in general

In public Lumine seems like the most mature out of the two when really with each other they both have the maturity levels of bloody children

Morally light grey

Can be a bit overly selfless at times

Has the tendency to overwork himself to the point of debilitating

Please he’s so tired he’s been trying to stop Lumine from annihilating someone for looking at her wrong when she accidentally set the stove on fire, give him a break

He’s a really nice and good guy in general don’t get me wrong but he doesn’t really care as much as other people think he does

I mean that in the sense that he doesn’t have a deep and meaningful connection many things when he travels to other worlds

He doesn’t care about being a hero and actively helping people it just happens - though he’s certainly not complaining

He finds it a lot easier letting go of people when he and Lumi leave to other worlds

In his eyes he’s come, made a good impression and now it’s time to go

It’s different to Lumine as he doesn’t have an emotional connection to anyone there apart from his sister so it’s easier to let go. Lumine doesn’t have as deep emotional connections with anyone aside from her brother, but she still has some form of connection to them

Like I said, she makes very few friends but when she does she gets to know them and like them more just because she spends more time with them individually rather than a lot of people as a whole like Aether does

With Lumine -

Surprisingly, Aether is actually the slightly calmer twin when it comes to their personalities with each other

Only slightly. They are both very much a chaotic duo when they are together

That’s why the had to be separated 😔 causing too much mischief

His personality with others isn’t as different as it is with Lumine aside from he likes to tell a lot more jokes and gets really sarcastic

Sometimes his jokes are to try and gross Lumine out as much as possible

One time he ate a raw egg. Absolutely no prompting at all. Lumine had gathered some food for them to eat in a world once and was starting to cook over a fire, when Aether looked her dead in the eyes and took a bite out of a raw egg

He will always say out of all the years they have been travelling together, he has never seen her with a more disgusted expression at that moment

To make it worse he ever tried to grab hold of her face and give her a kiss on the cheek straight after, leading to the both of them wrestling on the floor

Aether will say he won, Lumine will say she will. Either way Lumine now has egg trauma.

The two bounce off each other in both the worst and best ways

Like he does with Lumine, she also knows every weakness of his, struggle and thought

The two know absolutely everything about each other

He’s much more emotional around her than he is with others

Usually he limits himself to the ‘hero’ prototype people see when they think of him, he doesn’t intend to be a hero but it’s what he usually accidentally ends up being

But not with Lumine, with Lumine he’s completely honest about what he’s thinking and feeling

If he’s stressed he will tell her. If he’s upset he will tell her. If he’s mad he will tell her

He knows he doesn’t have to worry about being seen differently around her

His role with her is to try and get them both out of trouble after she gets them into it

6/10 times it backfires and they end up landing themselves in even more trouble

You can just tell they were both an absolute menace together when they were children

Even though he’s only mere milliseconds older than Lumine, he likes to take the self proclaimed role of big brother very very seriously

Fake scolding her when she gets into shit, always keeping an incredibly close eye on anyone who comes near her. Especially men

He’s really protective of her. Usually he plays it off as a joke but it has led to them having arguments before

When they argue Aether gets more sad then angry, while Lumine is more frustrated

Like usual though, they are both quick to forgive each other after

#genshin #genshin impact #aether genshin impact #lumine genshin impact #lumine #lumine headcanons #aether #aether headcanons #lumine and aether #aether and lumine #genshin traveler #genshin twins #genshin headcanons #starcrossed headcanons

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tklpilled · 2 years

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sweet talk

(midoriya, todoroki)

summary: midoriya is not nearly as innocent as the others think he is.

a/n: i actually had a fic planned out for this but i lost motivation for it and ended up deleting it and writing this in a few hours so its not my best work. for the prompt ‘anticipation’!

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

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“Midoriya.”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing.”

“‘fraid I don’t know what you mean,” says Midoriya, head pressing into the back of Todoroki’s shoulder. This is, of course, a lie. He absolutely knows what he’s doing.

“Move.”

Todoroki can’t see it, but he can tell Midoriya is pouting. “You don’t want me hugging you?”

Todoroki corrects, “Move your hands.”

Midoriya wiggles his fingers. “What’s wrong with where they are?”

Todoroki flinches violently, making the others in the room turn to look at them. “You know exactly what, Midoriya,” he hisses once they turn away.

Midoriya curls his arms tighter around Todoroki’s stomach. “I’m comfortable.”

“Then stop tickling me!” he exclaims; quietly, so he doesn’t draw any more attention to them.

“Okay.”

Todoroki freezes—metaphorically, of course. If anything, he’s rather warm. “Okay?”

Midoriya shrugs. “Okay.”

…He did not expect that answer.

While Midoriya does not move his hands, and he doesn’t even keep them still, he does carefully avoid all of Todoroki’s particularly sensitive spots that he probably knows by heart now. It’s relieving and somehow disappointing all at the same time; Todoroki isn’t a fan of being embarrassed in front of people, but Midoriya manages to bring him out of his shell more often than not, making him feel almost playful, and he’s found he doesn’t exactly hate when Midoriya does this.

Well—he doesn’t hate the tickling. He’s not a fan of anticipation. He’s not always a very patient person, especially when it comes to this. Midoriya knows, of course, and only does it for the purpose of messing with him.

He’s half tempted to grab Midoriya’s arm and pull him to his room so they can be alone, but he can hear the rhythmic sound of Bakugou chopping things in the kitchen, so it would be pointless to leave when they’ll be called back for dinner not long after.

So, Todoroki resigns himself to waiting until after dinner.

It’s horrible. Midoriya sits next to him, placing his hand on his knee under the table to make him tense up, poking extremely close to his ticklish spots, giving him bright smiles when Todoroki turns to confront him and turning those same smiles to the others when they aim a questioning look their way. Midoriya is not as innocent as they all think he is. He’s terrible and leading them all on.

Once they finish eating, Todoroki thinks he’s finally free. He is not. Ashido calls for a movie night, and he knows he’d be dragged into it even if he wanted to leave, so he doesn’t even try to escape.

Once again, Midoriya sits by him, and once again, he’s a huge asshole. Tokoyami even asks if he’s alright at some point, mentioning that his face looks a bit red, which makes Todoroki want to sink into the ground as Midoriya laughs softly at him. The worst part is that the movie isn’t very interesting at all, so it doesn’t even distract him in the slightest.

“I’m tired,” he stands up to announce as soon as the end credits show. As he starts to walk away he can hear Midoriya excusing himself as well, saying that he’s still exhausted from training earlier before he runs to catch up.

“Are you alright?” Midoriya asks once they’re sitting on Todoroki’s bed. “You were fidgeting a lot earlier.” So sweet. So innocent.

“You,” Todoroki hisses, “are the worst.”

Midoriya tilts his head, grinning. “I did what you asked.”

And Todoroki can’t argue with that, because it’s true, but Midoriya is still being unfair. “I take it back,” he grumbles.

“Take what back?”

“You know what.”

“I just want to be sure.”

Todoroki is not going to ask for it.

Midoriya seems content to wait however long he needs to.

Fuck. “What I said earlier. You can—” The words catch in his throat. He’s going to kill Midoriya, if Midoriya doesn’t kill him first. “You can tickle me. I don’t care,” he adds on, trying to save his last shreds of dignity.

Midoriya shrugs. “Well, if you don’t care either way, I don’t see any point in—”

“Midoriya!”

That finally pulls a laugh out of the freckled boy. “Sorry, sorry!” he says, not sounding sorry at all. He wraps Todoroki in a hug, moving so his hands are on his sides. “Are you sure—”

“I’m going to kick you out,” says Todoroki, moments before Midoriya begins squeezing his sides and he’s being broken down into laughter.

“Good luck doing that now,” teases Midoriya, hugging him sweetly like he hasn’t been torturing him all day—like he isn’t still doing it. “I’d be surprised if you could do much now that you’re all giggly.”

“Sh-uhut up,” huffs Todoroki. He’s not giggly, but he’s definitely on the right track to get there, especially if Midoriya doesn’t move spots, because this is slowly becoming unbearable.

“You’ll have to be quiet,” Midoriya tells him. “Some people will be going to bed soon. Don’t wanna ruin your image.”

“I’ll kihihill you.”

#cant tell if this is ooc or not. oh well #my fics #arty writes #tickle fic #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #lee!todoroki #ler!midoriya #tododeku #ig?? if you want #augtickletober2022

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skylarmoon71 · 5 months

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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 3

“Open your eyes.”

“No, I'm going to die!!”

“Quit being dramatic.”

“I’m not, you’re actually trying to kill me!! I see right through you Kent!!”

Jonathan laughs from below. He seems used to the antics.

When you told Clark about your fear of heights, he said he would be happy to help you get over it. Being the gullible person you were, you accepted it because you assumed you would be starting off somewhere manageable.

Like one story inside a building.

But no.

Clark had told you that it was a surprise. It’s only when he sped out to the freaking windmill that you realize how screwed you were.

“I’ll be in the barn working on the tractor if you need me.” Jonathan calls.

“No Mr. Kent, don't leave me!!”

Your eyes were still tightly shut, so you didn’t see the older man wave as he walked away.

“I swear when we’re on solid ground again I’m going to murder you Clark.”

“Indestructible, remember.”

“Curse you!!”

Through all your complaints, you were still clutching onto his jacket for dear life.

“Open your eyes, I promise you it’s not as scary as you think.”

“That’s easy to say when your body is unbreakable. Us humans have to worry about things like going splat!”

You wave a hand around angrily, and Clark takes your hand softly.

Lowering it.

“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ve got you.”

Maybe it was the tenderness of his voice that had you convinced. You know Clark would never do anything to hurt you. But fear was rarely ever rational.

Clark gave your hand a little squeeze, and you very cautiously began to open your eyes. Just looking down, you could feel yourself become dizzy. Clark placed his hands on your shoulders, and it felt a little easier. You swallowed, taking in the view from above. The calming feel of the wind on your cheeks was actually not that horrible. The sun seemed just about ready to set, and the glow that shone was beautiful. Slowly but surely, your grip loosened. Clark smiled when that look of fear began to change to awe.

“It’s incredible…”

“I told you.”

“Don’t get cocky. I’m still mad at you. This is extreme. Now I’m ten times more terrified of heights.”

“What! But you just said it was incredible.”

“The view is, not my crippling fear. I was this close to peeing my pants. Now that we’ve established that you’re terrible at helping with fears and phobias, I’d like to get down before I puke out my organs.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“GET ME DOWN!!”

“Okay okay.”

Yes, your adventures with Clark Kent were anything if not invigorating.

It’s strangely nice. Your friendship with Clark is different from others that you’ve had. Then again, you can’t really say you have a lot of alien friends. But it isn’t just that. You feel as though you can tell him anything. Maybe it’s because he’s told you just about everything.

Most of your after school meetings are you asking him questions as you both do homework.

“Can you sneeze tornadoes?”

He makes a face.

‘Really, tornadoes.”

“It’s not a dumb question.”

“I beg to differ.”

“I beg to differ.” You mock.

Clark gives your shoulder a playful shove and you roll onto the floor dramatically.

“I’ve been attacked by a superhuman. Someone help.”

You make playful gurgling noises as you stick your tongue out and turn your head, pretending to be unconscious. Clark just rolls his eyes.

“It’s a good thing you’re into teaching because your acting is terrible.”

“Hey! I will have you know I played a very convincing willow tree when I was a toddler.”

“I bet.”

You giggle, moving back to take a seat next to Clark as you continue your studies.

When you begin working quietly, Clark can’t help but glance at you. He always thought that nothing good would come of other people finding out about him. It’s true that you were scared at the beginning, and he understood. Yet here you are, sitting together like you’ve known each other for decades.

“Hey, do you know how to solve this one? It doesn't make sen..”

You’d turn to ask him that question, but he’s already looking your way.

Clark swallows, and his gaze makes you a bit nervous.

“Is everything..okay?” You question.

He nods.

“Yeah. Everything is fine. Which question is it?”

You point to it, and Clark goes through the equation. You’d like to say you were listening, but that moment had you a bit distracted.

The week carries on as usual and you decide to shake off the awkward moment. Clark seems normal, so you don’t think much of it.

Walking into the Talon, you aren’t even surprised to see Chloe and Clark bickering. Lana brings them their drink and it seems she’s gotten caught in the crossfire. You smile.

“What’s the big argument about?”

“Clark here thinks serenading someone is overrated.”

You gasp.

“Chivalry really is dead.”

“That’s what I said!” Chloe defends. You take a seat and Lana smiles.

“I’d be a little embarrassed if someone did that for me in public. But in private, I think I’d like it.” Lana confesses.

You nod.

“I guess I’d feel the same. I always loved watching those cheesy movies where the lead tries to win the girl over with a song. It’s kind of cute.”

Clark looks a bit more attentive. He looks about ready to question further, but you’re interrupted.

“Room for one more?”

It’s Lex.

“Of course, Lex.” Clark replies.

“Can I get you something?”Lana asks. He nods, and Lana moves over to take his order. You don’t miss the way Chloe’s eyes seemed trained on him. Even as he leaves.

“He’s handsome right?” You whisper to her.

She nods.

“So handsome.” She gushes.

“I’m right here.” Clark grumbles. She brushes it off, and you send him a smile.

The atmosphere, these people, it’s nice. There hasn’t been a dull day since you met Clark.

Although your first meeting wasn’t under the best circumstances, you're weirdly grateful.

#clark kent #smallville #powers #friends #lanalang #chloe sullivan #lex luthor #trust #humor #clarkxreader #feelings #cute

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patrice-bergerons · 2 years

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For the short angsty prompts, how about

" Who did this to you?"

Thankies :D

The door to his office opens without so much as a perfunctory knock to ask for permission. If he was in a better mood, Q might find it remarkable that he can tell it is Bond who walks in from his gait alone, from the way his footsteps fall one after the other, lithe and sure of himself.

Alas, he is not in a good mood, and it is only begrudgingly he tears his eyes away from the monitor to regard the agent. Just as he thought, he catches a hard, furious expression forming on Bond’s face as his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. Bond opens his mouth. Q cuts him off.

“A a-” He gestures sharply to the whiteboard before turning his attention back to the screen. The whiteboard reads-

NO ONE “DID THIS” TO ME

I CRASHED MY BIKE

MY FAULT ENTIRELY

He has broken his wrist, the left side of his face is badly bruised, and every field agent employed by Six appears to have joint custody of a single, communal brain cell. The first ‘who did this to you’, uttered by 009 shortly after he returned from A&E, was endearing despite the mortification of the explanation that followed but that was five agents ago.

Bond laughs though—a rare, genuine bark of a laugh—and Q feels a knot he didn’t register before in his chest loosen a bit at the sound.

He looks up again from the code that is throwing nothing but a string of errors in his face; finds laughter lingering in the corners of Bond’s eyes still. His eyes are the storm that will break you in two and the harbour that keeps you safe.

Q sighs.

“I feel as if I have been adopted by a pack of German shepherds.” Feeling a bit more charitable now, he adds- “it’s endearing, I suppose.”

It earns him a smile—one part classic Bond, dazzling and up to no good, and one part something quieter and horribly out of place under the fluorescent lights of Q’s office.

“You are the reason we come home.”

Q’s gut twists at the words.

He is the reason they come home but only for a short while—just last week he listened to 003 draw a last, ragged breath in Prague before evac could arrive. Anything else Bond might mean by the words—it doesn’t bear thinking about. Not with this wrist. You are the reason I come home.

Some of it must show on his face, pain and frustration gnawing at his usually iron-clad defences. Bond says,

“The world is for once not on fire. Take the rest of the day off.”

Q wants to argue with him just out of spite. He is not some delicate flower all of his agents seem to think that he is. He is fine and he can tell when he is good to continue and when he needs to take a step back without having to be told like a child, thank you very much. Bond can’t come into his office and just say these things.

But Bond is right that they are for once in a miraculous lull of nefarious activity worldwide and he just doesn’t seem to be able to focus enough on this bloody simple coding project to crack it. His wrist is all but calling for the codeine in his bag, the bruises on his body for the sweet covers of his bed.

And yet.

“You have too much work?”

Q nods, typing two lines of code one handed that get him nowhere. He is not hurt that badly.

This doesn’t deter 007.

“Well, there is only one solution then,” he says walking up to Q, past his desk. Q tries to summon the strength to stay annoyed with him. He is annoyed with him. It’s just that the playful mischief that rings in his voice is more addicting than any drug, more dangerous than any weapon—has been for years.

“Is that right?”

“I’ll have to kidnap you.” Bond comes to a stop just by his chair. “I’m informed I’m a mean old German shepherd.”

Then without warning he raises hands he fashioned into claws and bares his teeth.

The sight is so unexpected and out of character, Q bursts out laughing, and laughs and laughs until there is no air left in his lungs and they feel as if they are being skewered by his bruised ribs. When he wipes the tears from his eyes and can see clearly again he finds Bond looking ridiculously pleased with himself. Happy, almost.

Perhaps in another life. A kinder, easier life, and he would have smiled like this every day.

In this one, Q settles for handing Bond a small victory.

“I’ll talk to R,” he says, standing up and suppressing a wince.

#00q #007 fest #007 fest 2022 #teambondvillains #anyway ya boy has been writing fic and napping and taking nice walks #when i promised my boss a deliverable by eod today #so gotta go do evil corporate things now real quick LOL #hope you enjoy!!

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theallenshorefangirl · 11 months

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After the Tapes AU Chapter 1

My Name is Desmond Wales.I was found in my appartmemt after the events of me looking for answers from my patients tapes and fighting some kind of shadow form versions of them.Lucas Cole an ex military man found me on the floor of my office room in the appartments.He took me back to where he was in hiding trying to find out more info from Mayer,the company who created the rainbow chemical.But as of now I know of another who could possibly help us.But I don't know if something bad has happend to him or not.He's Allen Shore,Lighthouse keeper of Icarus Point Lighthouse.He claims he seen the men in black taking pictures of his house and I believe him and Lucas does too.We might need his help but he's at the Never Loose Hope Hospital,how me and Lucas sees it he's being held in his coma state by the chemical being tested on like a animal."So Any plan" Lucas said his silver and half green dyed hair gleamed in the bunker light."Well security is tight around the building,and we can't get in their,they would definitely know the both of us!" Desmond said with shaving nicks on his face from where he shaved."Do you need help? And why are you shaving?" Lucas crossed his arms,tilting his head."Well it's better than anything else besides why are you saying that? You dyed half your hair green!?" Desmond gave him a look of confusion."Well I wanted to look hip,cool,modern....you know." He gave a nervous grin to Desmond."I mean I kinda wanted to get the tips of my hair dyed white....for Tonia I mean." Desmond placed his glasses back on,flopping down onto one of the armchairs."Yeah,I know you miss poor Tonia,I mean you miss your other patients too Virginia and Max,I mean Rosemary was my key to half the info I got from her and well Mayer got to her before I could save her." He lays his rifle on the stand,sitting down in the armchair near Desmond's seat."But one thing at a time Des,We need to think of a plan to get Allen before something heavily bad happends to him." He placed his hand on Desmond's shoulder,exchanging a worried look on his face."Do some of those breathing exercises you do,calm yourself down before you have one of your mental breakdowns,and we can think of a plan later or maybe get some sleep....Ok?" Desmond nodded as he stood up to go to his room in the bunker.It was painted white with painted framed art of the shadow forms of his patients.On his dresser he had group photo of him with his patients "The photo had Virginia with a smile on her face,Allen was half asleep and leaning on Desmond's shoulder,Max had a smug yet playful look on his face and Lucas had his arms crossed with a happy smirk,Desmond wore a blue vest in the photo along with blue tinted glasses and a small smile" instead of his iconic green vest and yellow tint glasses.He layed down on the bed.The bedside table had a photo of Tonia and written on it was "Patients amd Grace." He turns the lamp off before pulling the thin green diamond pattern blanket over him.

Allen's dream Poem

He stands atop the lighthouse tower,and not sunken in the pit,his wings was gifted by the Savior, who helped him from his shaded form,They gleamed so bright they was the light for all of them to see,he thought he seen the ghostly lady and the bullheaded bull,along with a beauty who was blue she had wings almost like me,and then the giant radio tower waving and playing a tune,I was also accompanied by a small white cat,her purring brought me joy,I feel like I'm free as a bird,But I still feel caged for everyone to see,Trapped within the darkness for the monster to swallow me whole once again.....

The heart monitor was more lively as Allen huffed,his uncover half of his faces eye slowly opened in the red lit room.He could feel half his left hand clutch in anger like a lit flame of a candle.(If I could I would scream at the top of my lungs,the men in black they took me here?What if they want to do something horrible to me I can't let them know I'm waking up!? What if they can hear my thoughts!?Wait if I panic now who knows what they would do!Calm yourself Shore...Desmond if your out there please come and help me) Allen did breathing exercises to calm himself down,if it wasn't for Desmond's words of wisdom he would have been caught.He managed to calm himself down before a Doctor came in with a dirty look on his face and shutting the door.Allen heard him muffle something about "heavier dose of some more chemical for him?"Allen was terrified.

#insoundmindau #afterthetapeau #insoundmindafterthetapesau

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somelondramatic · 9 months

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Breakfast in Bed

Cucu loves surprises; Tefir loves surprising them

Tefir stares at the chrono, leg bouncing nervously. Cu had stopped messaging him around one in the morning their time, and it was now seven. He figures he has at least another three hours before they even try to wake up. Blessedly, their ability to stay awake before the afternoon is a reliably horrible thing on their days off, something he’d figured out fairly early into their friendship through their near daily calls.

Some months ago, Tefir had been met with several long rings followed by a remarkably soft voice, muddled from sleep as Cu tried to answer him coherently. They had quickly shaken off the confusion that laced their greeting, but it’d been hard to ignore the tired rasp they’d mumbled his name in. It had taken him several apologies to feel like he could continue their chat, even with their reassurances that it’d been an accident, and they didn’t particularly mind being woken this early, it just surprised them.

(They insist on keeping their com open for him at all hours still, despite this. "It's not like you call from different time zones just to muck up my sleep!" They’d laughed, and he realized then that it’d not been the first time he'd woken them, just the first they couldn't quite hide it. He tried not to think about how that had made his stomach flutter-how fiercely he’d blushed over the idea of them losing sleep, just so he could start his day with their voice.

Was it selfish to hope they wanted to hear him too?)

Guilt had gnawed at him for letting his assumptions be the culprit of sleep cut short, but his slipup had also led to the start of a habit that he’s come to cherish alongside their conversations.

“In the land of the living yet?” He’ll tap out, unable to hide his delight over their simple response of ">:P" before the immediate incoming call notification.

With a shake of his head, Tefir tries to smother the smile that’d taken him while he was lost in thought; his customary check-in message today is going to help him more than they know. If Cu doesn't answer, it'll be his signal to go ahead with his plan: surprise them with his early arrival home, ideally with breakfast in tow.

The ship had hardly landed and he was already itching to leave-a feeling he was growing familiar with now that he had someone on Coruscant actually waiting to see him. He starts hustling around the cabin with a loud scuff of his boots, stuffing his wallet into whichever pocket has room and clicking his helmet into place. An early end to their latest campaign had left his crew without work for two weeks, a welcome change to their usual two or three days on-world between missions. Frankly, he felt more than a little relieved; it had been nearly two months since he last stepped foot on their capital planet, an unusually long time to be away. The decision to surprise Cu had been easy after realizing this, if a bit impulsive; the ship's ETA had read just past sunrise on Coruscant, and he couldn't quite shake the image of being able to wake them in person for once. Maybe he could somehow make up for his, apparently, early calls.

It had nothing to do with the image he still held fondly of them, over a year later- curled in their sheets, lekku spilling over their pillow as sunlight from the window dappled their complexion, and the shy grin they gave him, canines peeking out just over their bottom lip.

Nothing in the slightest.

“So. Planning on leavin’ anytime soon? Or ‘r you gonna just stand there and stare into space ‘til it’s too late?” The rough voice filters through Albara’s helmet, the modulator doing nothing to hide her playful tone.

“Hey! Hello-” His montrals flare brightly as he startles and swings around to glare at her, “I would appreciate a bit of support in my…my efforts to be a good friend-!”

The Rishii's feathers puff up and curl beneath her helmet, her giggling shaking the small table she’s sat at.

“Oh yeah, my apologies mister ‘good friend.’ I’m sure they’ll love whatever you’re doin’-now stop wearin’ a hole in th’ ship with your fuckin’ pacing, and get your ass out the door okay?” She twirls a clawed hand at him in a shooing motion, and his shoulders briefly hunch up in embarrassment.

Orull snickers along with her, moving to grab Tefir by the shoulders and give him a firm shake, "Yeaahhh c'mon Tef go show em' how much you loooooveee-"

Wringing his hands and patting his pockets, he looks around one more time before nodding sharply to himself and checking his com. Seeing his message to Cu still unread and unanswered, Tefir hurries off the platform and outside for his speeder to the sound of Orull and Albara hollering behind him.

Tefir shoves him away with a fake growl, opening his mouth to retort and finding no words. They were more than aware of the plan he’d agonized over while in hyperspace, so he supposes they have a right. Still, he opts to fling a rude gesture in their direction, Orull's smirk only growing. Tefir ignores him, turning to run over the morning's checklist again: Flatcake mix, apples, cinnamon, sausage... In and out. Simple mission. Grocery store, Cu’s apartment, hard to mess up.

---

An hour later he finds himself in front of Cu’s door, grocery bag clenched in one hand and the other poised to knock. When a solid two-beat gets no answer, he kneels and fumbles around in a crack along the threshold's foundation. The spare key they’d left for him flips up into his grip and he stares at it for a second, leg twitching nervously again. Did coming home early enough to surprise them count as an emergency?

Probably.

Code lock opened, he punches their password in and carefully slides the door open, replacing the key with a glance around to make sure it's unseen. He holds his breath as he starts taking bits of armor off to make less noise, his helmet releasing with a hiss of air and his other pieces slowly creating a pile on Cu’s couch. Blinking as he adjusts to the bright morning light, Tefir takes a deep breath, a mild fragrance he can’t describe other than them washing over him. Glancing around at their organized shelves of ferns, flowers and hanging ivies, he finally tiptoes over to where he knows their bedroom is and peers in.

Cu’s form is hardly visible under their comforter, the ultra-downy thing nearly swallowing them whole. Only the tips of their montrals and the peak of their nose have wormed their way out into the open, eliciting a stifled laugh from Tefir. If he looks closely he can see that they’re wrapped around a pillow, their breathing punctuated by the tiniest of snores, and he’s struck by how much he loves them missed them. Overcome by the urge to abandon his idea and instead bury himself next to them in the blanket nest they’ve made, he shivers and closes their door as quietly as he can. Running his hands back over his montrals, he blows out a shaky breath and rushes to the kitchen, rubbing at his tired eyes as he sneaks through their cabinets and wills away the need to do anything but cook.

Soon two plates are stacked with flatcakes, sausages, and a bowl of chopped fruit, all stuffed precariously into a tray. Tefir vows to come back to the dishes he’s left soaking, too intent on balancing the tray and cups of water in his arms to worry about the mess he’s left, and teeters back to Cu’s room. They’ve since kicked off parts of the blankets, showing off just how tightly they’re hugging the pillow and the strangely familiar shirt they’re wearing. He nearly trips over himself when he recognizes it as one of his old ringer tees, a flush crawling up his neck as he notices the new tears from overuse along the collar and hem. Their nose twitches, eyebrows furrowing as the scent of breakfast wafts towards them, and he jumps to put the plates down on their side table, cautiously sitting on the edge of their bed.

“Woah, what are they cooking? Smells s’good…” Cu sighs into their pillow, lifting their head to squint towards the wall they share with their neighbor. Their gaze freezes on the plates of food, frowning curiously until Tefir clears his throat.

“Well, you might get a better answer if you ask me, but I’m sure they have a few good guesses.” He chuckles, biting the inside of his cheek when they bolt upright, eyes getting impossibly wide as they stare at him. For a moment it goes silent, and he struggles to not look away, overwhelmed by how plainly they’re wearing their emotions- the open awe on their features.

“Tef…?” They breathe, eyes darting all over him before landing back on his own, “Wha- When did you get back?! I thought-” Their voice gets traitorously weak and they clamp their jaw shut, swallowing hard and opting to wait for an answer as they grab for a pillow and hold it to their chest.

“Ah, well, the mission ended early! It’s a bit complicated as to why, but when I found out we’d be getting home before we originally thought, I. Figured it would be a pleasant surprise..?” Tefir’s voice turns up in a question, his hands gesturing aimlessly and settling back into his lap to fidget with his sleeves, “But if I overstepped, or- I really apologize, I just got so... I can, I can go if this is too much-” He finishes, biting his cheek harder and almost moving to stand.

Cu flies forward, grasping his hand with a startled shout, “No! No-no it’s okay really, please! Please don’t leave so soon.” They hug his arm, lower lip jutting out in a trembling pout, “I was just processing, I promise, no overstepping here, I’m so, so happy to see you, you don’t know-”

They hide their face in his shoulder abruptly, feeling somewhat like a child but unable to look at him after so blatantly telling on themself. Tefir blinks down at them before exhaling a long, relieved sigh.

"Thank the fucking stars.”

He lifts himself up further up into the remnants of their blanket nest, inching Cu off his shoulder and scooping them into a tight embrace instead. Their legs instinctively curl up against him, and the two fall sideways onto the mattress, a shared giggle shaking them both. Cu tucks under his chin in a practiced motion, montrals tickling his collarbone and releasing the last of any nervous tension he was holding.

He presses his lips against the top of their head in a fleeting kiss, murmuring, “Missed you.” And receives only a desperate nod in response.

They sit quietly together for a moment, content to soak up the other’s presence in the stillness of the morning. It’s become harder to ignore the ache when Tefir is away, Cu realizes as they breathe in his scent, the warmth left from his armor and leather gear putting them more at ease than they’re ready to admit to. The two’s reunions have begun to toe a line neither are quite confident in crossing, but it’s easy to ignore the complicated feelings involved when it can be waived off as two friends prone to loneliness missing one another.

The excuse sounds flimsy even to themself.

“Well. I guess breakfast is a big enough deal for the key, huh?” They laugh, grinning toothily at the way the iridescence of his lekku sparkles under his blush.

Cu finally sits up when they feel themself drifting off again, lolling their head lazily towards the tray waiting patiently on the nightstand. A sleepy smirk lights their face up as they eye the still-warm array, and they turn back to Tefir, now sporting an easy smile as he watches.

#melonography #melons ocs #melon writes #tefir #cucumi #orull #albara #swocs #teehee #this was one of the first things i ever wrote for them #it's since been edited big time lol

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