#just a ridiculous idea that wouldn't let me go im sorry

[demonpiratehuntress]

dreams

OPLA!Zoro x F!Reader

summary - majority of your dreams seem to manifest in the real world somehow, so when you have one about your crush and your best friend...things get a little out of control.

warnings - heavy angst (im sorry), hurt to comfort

a/n: when i started writing for this fandom i PROMISED myself i would not make it all angst and no fun, but oh well :))))) idek where this idea came from, i need help

You woke up from a nap with the sickening urge to empty your stomach overboard. Nausea reared its ugly head, and before you could even try to tame the feeling, you were sprinting to the side of the ship to empty your stomach.

What exactly was the cause?

This would sound insanely ridiculous, and to you it really was, but you had a weird dream. And it didn't sit well with you. Most of the dreams you had often became a reality, albeit with slight changes. There were some that didn't, but almost all of them came true eventually or manifested in a similar way at some point.

And that's probably the reason you couldn't stop yourself from vomiting obscenely before your stunned - and confused - crew.

"(Name), are you okay?" Nami asked worriedly, coming over to you.

You flinched away from her, increasing her confusion, before turning and running off to the bathroom. She exchanged looks with the others who were out on deck - Usopp and Luffy - before shrugging it off and going back to mapping the ship's course.

The truth was, you had a completely unexpected yet maddening dream while napping, one that you prayed to any god who would listen would not come true. You had dreamed of Zoro - the man you had the biggest crush on - and Nami, which may seem an odd coupling and probably was but you couldn't control your dreams. Much like how you couldn't control how you felt about it, despite it only being a fictional idea your mind concocted.

You went straight to yours and Nami's room after cleaning yourself up, setting up the divider that separated your section from hers so you wouldn't have to deal with seeing her if she came in. Your behaviour was unfair to her, since you knew she would never do anything like that, nor did she have any romantic interest in Zoro. In fact, she barely had any interest in the swordsman at all. But according to your dream, that might change.

You curled up on your bed, pulling the blanket right up over your head to shield yourself from the real world. The familiar feeling of something wet running down your cheek informed you that you had started crying, but you couldn't care less. You couldn't move. You didn't have the energy to move, much less bring your hand up to wipe your tears away. So you just lay there, curled up in a foetal position, trying - and miserably failing - to get your mind off it.

A while later, a knock at your door caused you to jerk up in your bed, before you groaned and flopped back down.

"Go away!"

"Nami said you're sick," came Sanji's voice, "So I made you some soup. Please open the door."

You breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't either of the two people you were currently trying to avoid. Slowly dragging yourself out of bed, you had to make even more effort to get yourself to the door. Forgetting that you had just been crying, you opened it and let the cook in, confused when his expression immediately grew alarmed.

"(Name), why are you crying??" He immediately set the soup down and pulled you into a comforting hug - one that seemed to be much warmer than usual right now.

"I-I'm fine," you mumbled into his shoulder, "Just not well."

He nodded, falling for your excuse, before pulling away to hand you the soup, "Here, this should help. If you need more, or if you need anything else, just let me know." He smiled at you, before leaving you alone once again.

You sat back down on your bed and ate the soup - because who can say no to Sanji's cooking, even if you're not really in the mood to eat? And it did help, the warmth helping to settle your queasy stomach and alleviate the nausea if only a little bit. Minutes after you finished it, there was another knock and you frowned, wondering who it was now.

You didn't answer, in fear of it being Zoro.

Just the thought of Zoro had you replaying that dream all over again, and before you could stop yourself or at least soften the sound, sobs were wracking your body and you were burying your face in your hands, crying into their warmth.

The door opened and a familiar set of heavy footsteps reached your ears before the bed dipped beside you. Your entire body froze up, tensing at the arrival of the green-haired swordsman. Your sobs fell silent, hiccups replacing them as you stilled and tried your best to quell your sadness - still keeping your face hidden.

"What happened?" Came that usually-comforting deep voice you loved so much, but that now caused your nausea to return. "What's wrong, (Name)?"

"Please go away," you found yourself speaking, not wanting to push him away but knowing you'd feel even more ridiculous if he found out how you felt about him while you were recounting a silly dream.

"No."

Usually the swordsman would leave without a word if you asked for space, or if you told him to go away, but this time he could see you were absolutely not okay and you needed someone. Luffy wouldn't be a good idea, Usopp wouldn't know what to do, and you seemed to be avoiding Nami. And he sure as hell did not want that stupid cook anywhere near you right now, in fear of him comforting you so well that the swordsman would lose you to him entirely.

You didn't respond to that, so Zoro brought his hands up to slowly and gently peel yours away from your face. You let him, shocking yourself, and the sight of your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face caused his heart to constrict painfully.

"Tell me what's wrong."

He held your hands in his own, not wanting to let go. He had waited so long to be able to hold them, and he was glad for this excuse to. But he was heartbroken seeing you so upset and apparently sick over something he didn't know about yet. He gently squeezed your hands, silently encouraging you to speak. He wasn't good with words, but if comfort was what you needed he would do and say whatever he could to make your pain go away.

"It's you and Nami."

He stiffened. He didn't know what that meant, but just hearing he was part of the reason you were so upset made his heart sink.

"What did we do?"

"It's...um...it's silly," you replied quietly, voice low but pain still evident. "It doesn't matter." You tried pulling your hands away, but Zoro only gripped them tighter.

"It does, if it's making you this upset."

Reluctantly, you relayed to him what you had dreamed about, voice cracking halfway through as more tears fell. You felt even sillier saying it to someone else, especially him, and avoided making eye-contact throughout the entire explanation. When you finished, you shot him a small, brief glance - only to do a double take when you saw the absolutely horrified and disgusted look on his face.

"Me and the thief?" He questioned, distaste clear in his tone. "You've got to be kidding me." He sighed, sneakily shifting closer to you on the bed. "That can't be possible."

"But-"

"Some of your dreams don't come true," he reminded you, "This is definitely one of those. You want to know how I know?"

You nodded slowly, biting your lip.

You did not expect his next words.

"Because I already dream about doing that with you."

Your jaw dropped. If you were like Luffy, it would have probably dropped all the way to the floor, you were so stunned by his confession. Your formerly slowed heartbeat picked up speed again, heat filling your cheeks as you processed his words.

"Me?"

"Mhm. Only you. Been a recurring dream, actually."

As you stuttered out an incomplete sentence and then stammered through some nonsense, Zoro leaned in slowly and pressed his lips against yours, locking you in a slow but sweet kiss. His lips were warm and soft, inviting you to lean into him and return the kiss. The affectionate gesture had butterflies blooming in your stomach.

"I'm sorry," you whispered once you remembered how to speak.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling you into a warm, comforting and secure embrace.

You sat like that quietly for a while, Zoro rubbing soothing circles onto your back while you clung to him, face buried in his neck. He kissed the top of your head every few minutes, in between mumbling sweet words of comfort into your ear - mainly "you're beautiful" and "i'm yours" because he didn't know what else to say. But it was enough for you.

Eventually, he spoke up.

"You should clear things up with Nami. She's upset because you're not talking to her."

"I know...later."

He chuckled and tightened his grip on you, keeping you warm and increasingly happy in his strong arms. He didn't intend on letting go, but that was good because you didn't want him to.

BONUS:

"STUPID MOSSHEAD!"

Loud banging and clanging jerked you awake the morning after your confessions, the sound of Sanji's loud exclamation having woken you - but not Zoro - up. He probably had woken up the others as well.

You tried to get up to see what was wrong, but Zoro refused to let go. He was still sleeping, but his arms wound around you even tighter, pulling you back against him. You sighed, knowing you could ask someone else later anyway.

Nami poked her head around the divider and smirked, "He's upset that Zoro finally confessed and ruined his chance to woo you."

You laughed at that, "Give him an hour, max. Then he'll try to woo you."

She groaned, "I'm already dreading it."

The two of you laughed, and it felt good to be back on speaking terms with her. Even though, strictly speaking, you hadn't had a reason not to be in the first place. But oh well.

The power of dreams...

#one piece #opla #one piece live action #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #opla zoro #opla x reader #zoro x you #opla zoro x reader #op #opla zoro x you

[cinmngirlnfr]

Don't

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

In my mind, Edmund Pevensie is a Dorky Nerd

Summary: Before the battle in miraz's castle, Edmund tries to convince Y/N to not go to the battle, but things took turn when he ends up conffesing his fellings.

Y/N was sharpening her sword. She looked around her "room", it was very generous to call it a room though. Let's just say that the fortress were Caspian had leaded them to, their base is you must, and where the stone table used to be (and it still is, just broken), was not particulary cozy. She had a discomfort look on her face, yes, she loved Narnia and she would do anything for her people, but is not like she found battles apealing.

She was on her way to put her armor on when someone busted through the door. It was Edmund, hyperventilating.

"Excuse you?" Y/N asked a bit annoyed, he could have at least knocked.

"Sorry" Edmund had a looked of concern on his face "Is it true?"

"What ever are you talking about?" Y/N asked.

"That you are going to the battle, is it true?" Edmund asked with a more stern tone.

"Yeah...?" Y/N was kinda confused, it was not her first battle, back when they lived in Narnia, The golden years, She would atend to any battle or figth there was, she was very skilled at it, and it shoudn't be surprising that she was going to this one.

"No you are not!" Said Edmund almost like in a childish tone.

"Why not?" Y/N asked annoyed, he was acting very strange.

"You just can't" Edmund looked nervous, like if he was holding something from her, and she hated liars, or in this case, not being told things that were directly related to her.

"Yes I can, and I will!" She started getting defensive, and her insecure thoughts started to appear. Was this because she was a girl? i wouldn't be the first time somebody understimated her because of her gender, all though she never expected that kind of behavior from her dearest friend, Edmund. Maybe, when they had came back to England, the boys from his school had contaminated him with misogynistic ideas.

"No, you will not!" Said Edmund, starting to raise his tone of voice, something he did when he felt frustrated, whitch often happened while he treated with Y/N, because it was very rare the ocation when she actually listened to him.

She rolled her eyes, and continued with her preparation for the battle, she always thought that Edmund was smart... Book smart, not life smart... She actually belived Edmund to be very Dorky when it came to real life problems, yes, he was wicked smart when it came to play chess or to solve a math problem, but not so smart in social/emotional matters... He just needed a little reality check sometimes. Most of the times Y/N would just ignore him when he was being ridiculous.

"Y/N, are you listening to me?!" His face was very flustered with frustration, she didn't answered. "Please! you must not go!"

"And why is that?" Y/N was just listening orders but not explanations. He just mumbled something to himself. "Why is that?" she spoke louder, more intimidating.

"You could get hurt..." He said in a shy demeanor. She coudn't help but chuckle.

"Getting hurt? Yeah, of course i could, is a damn battle! im not stupid" she said as if it wasn't a big deal, and it wasn't for her, she would die for her nation a thousand and one times if it was necessary.

"Well, you are acting very stupid rigth now!" she felt the urge to punch him.

"Me?! Me Stupid?!" She got closer to him "I'm a better figther than you and your brother together! I have to go to the battle, I'm not turning my back on Narnia for your bloody tantrum!" She didn't realized how close they were, their chests were almost touching, she was breathing heavealy and he was very flustered. Both of them were mad at each other, but for very different reasons.

"You could die!"

"So could you!"

"But I don't want you to!..." His voice cracked a little "I don't want to live without you..." He admitted shyly, and now her eyes full of fury were filled with confusion and tendernes, she had to admit that was kinda sweet.

"Im still going Edmund... " She tried to say in a softer demeanor, she now understood were he was coming from, she still thought it was stupid, but it also melted her heart.

"I know..." He cupped her cheeks with his hands, and then he leaned to give her a soft kiss on the lips, she was stuned to say the least, but she didn't felt any feeling of rejection, quite the opposite actually.

When they separated he looked at her in the eyes with love, but also a bit of shynes.

"...Wh-what?..." Scaped her lips in a gasp, she was very confused, She always belived Edmund to be very handsome... But she always thought he saw her as a sister, he never gave any sings of even felling atractted to her. But Y/N never noticed how much Edmund Liked her, since he had a very wierd way of express it, When he was mean or sassy, when he was clumsy or dorky in front of her, it was just how he flirted (No need to say that it was wierd way of showing love), But i mean, he never had to learn how to flirt, back in the golden years, when they lived on Narnia, Girls would just make lines to talk to him, he was handsome, he was a King, he didn't needed to flirt.

"I love you..." He said. "Sorry for realizing so late about it..." She tilted her head and smiled.

"You wove me?" She mocked him pouting and chuckling a little.

"Shut up!" He laughed. She smiled and grabbed him by the collar, she gave him a very heated kiss, that made him a little dizzy, but in the good way, a total contrast from the soft and tender kiss he had gave her. He kissed her as if he was afraid of breaking her, She was kissing him as if her intention was to break him.

When they separated she smirked from the dumb smile Edmund had On his face "I'm still going to the battle, Pevensie"

"Uh...huh" Was the only thing he managed to say.

#edmund pevensie x reader #king edmund the just #edmund pevensie #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #narnia au #narnia fanfiction #fanfiction

[thoriffix]

you're telling me he gets THREE boyfriends???

words: 4.6k

summary: cole's dad assumes the ninja are dating, which - as far as cole is concerned - is ridiculous. of course, it sends him on a bit of a feelings spiral, and maybe he does in fact have a few crushes he has to deal with.

some polyninja goofs! set vaguely in s2 idk when exactly but uhh theyre living on the bounty and lloyd isnt aged up yet thats all thats important. also im trying out posting full fics on here for the first time! this is also on my ao3 ill link it in the rbs

enjoy!

"So, how are the boys?"

"Ugh, Dad." Cole rolls his eyes. Every time he visits, his dad ends up trying to get him to talk about the other ninja, and he doesn't understand it. "They're fine, same as always. Busy training, probably."

"Shame they never come to visit," Lou comments, sipping his tea. "I really would love to get to know them better."

Cole squints dubiously at his father, who seems to be trying to appear nonchalant. "...Why?"

"Well, why wouldn't I? If my son suddenly came home with one boyfriend I'd like to get to know him, let alone three!"

What.

Cole stares at Lou. He puts his tea cup down and furrows his brow as he tries to process. Dad thinks- okay. Dad thinks the ninja are his… boyfriends? The ninja. All of them. Boyfriends?

"We're not dating, dad," he says, after a solid few seconds of confused silence. Lou tilts his head.

"You're not?" he asks. "None of you?"

"No, none of us!"

Why would he even think that? Do they act like boyfriends? Dad didn't even know he was gay until a few weeks ago. Why would he just assume Cole’s friends were dating him? Or each other, for that matter?

"Well," says Lou, frowning. "I must have misread. Sorry, son."

"That's okay, dad," says Cole. His head is spinning, though. Misread what? Normal, friendly, platonic interactions between four close buddies? How could you possibly misread that? "What, uh- why would you… what made you think that?"

Lou hums, taking another sip of his tea as he thinks about it. Cole finds himself leaning forward in anticipation, and immediately feels weird about it. Why is he excited to know? That's weird. Stop it, Cole.

"You were the happiest I've ever seen you," Lou finally says, and Cole feels his stomach flip. "When you were fighting, yes, but even more so when you were just with them. The way you looked at them, I… well, it reminded me of myself when I first fell in love."

Cole really, truly, has no idea how to feel about that. He stares down into his lap. This isn't exactly a conversation he'd love to be having with the father he's fairly estranged from, anyway. Maybe once they were closer he'd be willing to talk about his nonexistent love life, but apparently it's happening now, because apparently he looks at the other ninja like he's in love with them, which is- well, it's a lot to unpack. 

"Why so interested?" Lou asks teasingly, after Cole hasn't said anything for a few minutes. Cole’s stomach flips again.

"I'm not!" he defends, though he can't really deny that he is. When he thinks about it his heart keeps doing these little flutters. Maybe he just has a heart condition. That's probably more likely. A rare heart condition that only shows symptoms when he thinks about the idea of dating his fellow ninja. The idea of boyfriends. Having boyfriends. Dating them. Maybe even kissing them! He-

Wow, that heart condition sure is a doozy.

"Well, I'm not going to sit around and tell you how it looks," says Lou. "I think you might need to work out how you actually feel."

"Unhelpful, dad," Cole grumbles. His father laughs, and picks his tea back up.

"If you say you're not dating, I believe you. But maybe I wasn't misreading your expressions?" He raises his eyebrows and sips his tea meaningfully. Cole can feel his face going hot.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters. "I'm changing the subject now. How's the weather been lately?"

–

Later, on the Bounty, Cole can’t stop thinking about it. What the fuck did his dad mean about him and the other ninja? He spends most of the day after he gets home stewing about it, brooding in various spots aboard the ship and generally overthinking. It doesn't make him feel any better in the slightest.

Eventually the others notice, because of course they do, because they share a space of a couple hundred square feet at best. Kai corners him on the deck first.

“Hey, man,” he says, slapping Cole on the back and joining him in peering over the edge of the boat. “You doin’ okay?”

Kai’s picked up a habit of checking in on the others the moment they seem even a little off, and he seems scarily attuned to when they’re not feeling great. It makes Cole smile. He’s a good guy. Much more sensitive and caring than his cocky outward self would have you believe, and Cole’s lucky to get to see it. Lucky to get to see his face, too, cause he’s sure easy on the eyes. And-

Cole’s cheeks go hot. Oh, boy.

“All good!” he replies, maybe a little too squeakily. Kai narrows his eyes suspiciously. His stunning, deep brown eyes. Cole scolds himself mentally. Where is this coming from?

“You went to visit your dad today, right?” asks Kai, and Cole nods. “That go okay?”

“Been worse. We, uh, talked a lot."

“Hey, that’s a start.” Kai smiles lopsidedly and reaches out, covering Cole’s hand with his. His palm is warm and comforting. Cole smiles back. “Wanna come play some games with the guys? We got some time.”

“We should probably be training,” Cole says, raising one eyebrow, but it’s more of a tease than an actual protest. He’d much rather play. If nothing else, it's fun to watch Jay rage when he's losing.

“Eh, what Wu doesn’t know won’t hurt him. C’mon.”

Cole allows himself to be led the relatively short distance from the deck into their room, where Jay and Zane are already battling it out. 

“Ah, hello, Cole,” says Zane, pausing the game and turning to smile up at Cole with that sweet, awkward smile he always has. “Are you alright?”

“I’m peachy, snowflake,” Cole replies, grinning as he sits down between them. Zane tilts his head in apparent confusion. “I’m good. No worries.”

“Good,” says Zane. Kai sits down on Zane’s other side and picks up a spare controller, passing Cole the fourth. Jay nudges him.

“Ready to get your ass kicked?” he asks, smirking, and Cole just smirks back.

“I’d be careful who you threaten, motormouth.”

“Ooh, fighting talk!” exclaims Kai. “C’mon, I wanna get into it already!”

Zane sets up a fresh game. Cole sits there, idly playing with the buttons as he waits, and smiles. He’s got the best friends.

–

It doesn’t entirely clear his mind, but digitally brawling with the other ninja certainly makes him feel a bit better, right up until Wu finds them and scolds them for shirking their duties. He finds himself in the kitchen with Zane, washing dishes as Zane starts to get dinner ready.

“Do not laugh, please,” Zane says shyly. Cole blinks at him, and then suddenly realises that Zane is bashfully tying his pink apron around his waist. He feels guilty immediately.

“I won’t,” he promises. “Sorry for laughing at you for it before.”

“That’s okay. I understand it is a little silly. It’s pink, after all.”

“No, it- it still sucked for us to laugh. You don’t look silly. You, uh- pink suits you.”

It’s nowhere near a lie. Zane looks great in pink. He looks great in anything, honestly. Most of all, he looks great wearing the pleased smile that crosses his face at that. It’s infectious - Cole finds himself smiling too, distracted and scrubbing the same spot on a bowl over and over. He snaps his attention back to the dishes. FSM, what is with him? His dad’s comments must have got in his head. He doesn’t remember ever noticing the others’ appearances this much before, nor feeling this fluttery when he thinks about them. But then again, didn’t he? Weren’t they always this handsome, now that he thinks about it? Maybe the butterflies are new, but they don’t feel out of place, exactly. When he casts his mind back, maybe he does remember feeling a little fluttery whenever Kai puts his hand on his, or Jay poorly trash-talks him, or Zane makes extra dumplings because he knows they’re Cole’s favourite. He stares into the soapy water, suddenly unsure of himself.

“Cole? Are you alright?” Zane asks, placing a cold hand on Cole’s arm and pulling him out of his thoughts. Cole nods.

“Yep,” he says, and it’s not a lie. He’s just… confused, is all. There’s no way his dad was right, right? Not about them dating, of course, but about his, uh… feelings. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing? His dad, who he barely sees, picking up on Cole having a- well, multiple crushes before it even crossed Cole’s mind. “Sorry, Zane. Just thinkin’.”

“No need to apologise,” says Zane. “And, um. Thank you for saying pink suits me. I rather like it.”

He smiles, and then makes a beeline for the stove to start cooking. Cole watches him move perfectly around the kitchen, each movement graceful and well-oiled. The water's long gone cold by the time he actually resumes doing the dishes.

–

Dinner is perfect, as it always is when it's Zane's night to cook. Cole devours his own helping and then a fair bit of Jay's, when he isn't looking. Lloyd watches him sneak food off Jay's plate from across the table, wide-eyed, and then utterly fails to do the same to Nya, who notices immediately.

After the meal, Jay and Cole end up on the deck together, trying to make the most of the time before bed. The sun's gone down, leaving them chugging along through dusky indigo skies, a few stars twinkling above them.

"Don't think I didn't notice you stealing my food all of dinner, mister," Jay says, and Cole grins, embarrassed. Busted. 

"Well, why didn't you stop me then?"

Jay shrugs. "I figured it would mean that you owe me! Besides, I know you love Zane’s cooking."

Cole knows for a fact that Jay also loves Zane's cooking. They all do. He doesn't comment on that, though, just raises an eyebrow instead. "Oh yeah?"

"Yep!"

He doesn't elaborate. Cole chooses to assume he'll be doing Jay's chores tomorrow. He rolls his eyes, and leans over the side of the boat. The moon is so bright tonight, illuminating everything in a pale glow. He chances a glance at Jay out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough; beautiful. Damnit. Why couldn't he have less handsome friends? And kind, too, and funny. And caring. And-

Jay catches him looking and scrunches up his nose, sticking his tongue out. Cole feels his heart skip a beat. 

God damnit.

He has three whole stupid crushes, doesn't he?

And that means his stupid dad was right, too.

Cole stares down at the distant desert below them, slowly passing by. This is stupid. Feelings are stupid. They're his friends - his only friends, not that he really likes to admit it. Well- he still has Wu and Nya and Lloyd, but still. They're his team, for another thing. How's he going to fight effectively alongside them when all of a sudden he gets butterflies looking in their eyes for too long?

Jay pokes him. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Just- stuff," says Cole vaguely. 

"Ooh, mystery man, huh? Bet I can guess what you're thinking about."

"Jay, I-"

"Cake? Video games? The fact that it's your turn to mop the deck this week? Dragons?"

Cole should've known that vagueness would get him nowhere with Jay. Annoying, adorable little shit. Instead he just sighs and nods. "Yeah, uh, all of the above."

"Ha! You're so predictable, Cole."

I guess I am, Cole thinks, leaning on his hand and watching Jay's smug face turn to look back out at the clouds. He's only thinking a little bit about kissing him, which he's going to count as a win. He continues to think about it until they go to bed for the night, but it’s only a little bit, so. He’s doing well.

–

The next evening, Cole finally finds himself alone on the deck of the Bounty, having spent all day in the company of at least one of the other ninja, all of whom are suddenly the most attractive guys in Ninjago and he might be going a little bit crazy. Getting some time alone is rare under normal circumstances, but while dealing with this newest revelation it's nothing short of a godsend. 

He begins pacing up and down the deck, debating just what he's supposed to do now. Right. So maybe, just maybe, he has three new crushes. Or, more like, he has three old crushes that he's only just noticed and is kind of kicking himself about in retrospect. 

He has a few options, Cole supposes.

One, he tells them all how he feels. The idea of this one makes his stomach tie itself into twelve different knots and then throw itself off the side of the ship, so he's not really sure it's ideal. But then again, if it went well… he doesn't dare think about it. The odds of it going the way he'd like it to are so tiny that he doesn't even bother properly entertaining the idea. This option isn't really an option. 

Two, he picks one of them to confess to and buries the other two crushes down deep and doesn't think about them ever. This one is more plausible, even if the idea of choosing between them seems impossible. Any time he thinks he's settled on one of them, one of the others will float into his mind and his heart will do the flutter again and he'll be back at square one. Besides, he doesn't even know if any of them would like him back. This option isn't ideal, but it's there.

Three, he buries all of them down deep and pretends they don't exist. This one, as far as Cole can see, has no downsides. Nothing has to change, no one has to get rejected or ruin any friendships or teamwork, and he can go on having fun with his best friends and never think about kissing them at all. Ever. It's the perfect plan.

Of course, perfect plans often have a little snag or two, which Cole discovers as soon as he marches proudly back into their living quarters and is met with three stupidly handsome and loveable faces. 

For the next few days, Cole engages in what can only be described as the most miserable game of tag he’s ever played, in which he’s constantly running from his own gay thoughts attempting to catch him. Every time he sees the other ninja, his heart utterly betrays him by trying to thump itself out of his chest, and his brain betrays him even more by refusing to stop imagining them kissing him, or holding his hand, or even cuddling. Luckily, it doesn’t interfere with their ninja work too much, because Cole is a professional, and their well-oiled team is second nature at this point. At home, though? Well, those two days of performing arts school he attended are really putting the work in.

It doesn’t help that recently the ninja have become more affectionate than ever, constantly checking in on him and asking if he wants to hang out, and there’s only so many times he can turn them down without coming off rude or suspicious. He’s been hanging out with little Lloyd a lot instead. To be fair to the kid, he’s a lot of fun to hang out with, actually. Plus, as a bonus, the ninja don’t seem to be quite as affectionate when Lloyd, Nya or Wu are around, which Cole is putting down to them not wanting to exclude anyone from their little best friend group. 

He’s hanging out by himself in the sleeping quarters, reading a book that Zane’s been trying to get him to read and eating a sandwich, when Nya pops her head round the door and says; “Hey!”

He glances over, brushes some crumbs off his chest, and sits up, putting the book down. “Hey.”

“What’re you doing in here? Everyone's up on the deck, training.”

She steps into the room and walks over to his bunk, sitting down next to him. Cole shrugs.

“I was tired?” he tries, and she laughs.

“Nice try. Wu will never let you get away with that one. Ninja never quit!” she says, doing a scarily accurate impression of Master Wu. Cole snorts, and then looks at his hands. It’s not that he doesn’t want to train. It’s more that Kai had bumped into him earlier and for some ungodly reason had reached out to brush a lock of Cole’s hair behind his ear, and Cole’s now worried that if he looks Kai in the eyes he might actually explode.

He’s not gonna say that. He just sort of shrugs instead.

Nya pokes his cheek. “What’s going on with you?” she asks, raising one eyebrow. Cole looks at her.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugs. “You’re acting weird lately. Around the guys mostly. You feeling okay?”

Damn. Cole cringes slightly. He’s probably being very obvious, huh? He opens his mouth, fully intending to make up some excuse, even if he has no idea what would sound plausible, but what actually comes out is; “I think I’m in love with all three of the other guys because my dad thought we were all dating and it made me realise I really like them all and I have no idea what to do about it and I was trying to ignore it but that’s really hard and I don’t wanna ruin the team or our friendships or anything and it sucks.”

Nya stares at him.

“And also I’m gay,” he adds, belatedly realising he's never actually officially come out. He’s pretty sure they all know, but still. Worth adding.

She takes a second, looking almost confused, and then laughs. “Okay,” she says. “Lots of information there, Cole.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, smiling a bit himself. Her smile is infectious. She sighs, and then pats him on the shoulder.

“First of all, congrats on the coming out. I mean, I did already know, so. Y’know. Still congrats!”

“Thank you…?”

"Secondly, that's really cute. You should tell them!"

Cole stares at her. "Nya. You gotta be kidding me."

"I'm not! What's the worst that could happen?" She’s grinning at him, with a sparkle in her eye like she knows something he doesn’t, but he just frowns.

"Uh, I don't know. Everything? Breaking up the team for no good reason? Losing my only friends?"

"Pssh, that's nothing." She sounds cheery, but Cole's not smiling, so she sighs and pats his shoulder. "Right. Sorry. Unhelpful. But look, I really do think you should tell them. They're worried about you, y'know."

Cole blinks. "They are?"

"Yeah, of course. If nothing else, telling them will get you closure, right? Your friendship is stronger than you think, and they care about you, so even if they don't like like you back, is that really the end of the world?"

Huh. Cole looks down at his hands. "I guess not," he admits, frowning. It doesn't feel like it should be that easy. Admittedly, the idea of rejection does make him want to crawl into a cupboard forever, but Nya has a point. She grins again, toothily.

"I'm always right," she says, smug. Cole rolls his eyes and leans into her. She wraps an arm around him. "Oh, and I'm rooting for you, champ. I guarantee it’ll go better than you think."

“Why are you so sure?” Cole grumbles, and she opens her mouth, and then closes it again, shrugging.

“Just am!” she says, slightly sing-song, and he groans. Why is everybody he knows so smug?

–

"Hey," says Cole, and only Zane looks up. Kai and Jay are too busy intently focusing on the game they're playing, which, honestly? That's fine. Cole’s feeling pretty nervous, so the less eyes on him right now the better. "I need to talk to you guys."

"What's up, dude?" asks Kai, narrowing his eyes at the TV, and then groaning. "Oh, damnit, Jay!"

"Ha! Get good, loser!"

"Are you guys done?" Cole asks, feeling endeared and irritated at the same time. God, why'd it have to be these idiots? They pause the game, finally, and turn around to face him, nodding. "Okay."

"Are you alright, Cole?" asks Zane, looking worried. 

“Yeah, I just- I have to tell you all something.”

“We’re all ears, bro,” says Kai, grinning up at him, and Cole’s heart flutters embarrassingly. Oh god. This is gonna suck. He takes a deep breath.

"I like you guys," says Cole. "Like, like like you. All of you."

There's silence. Cole resists the urge to squeeze his eyes shut so he can't see them all looking at him. This is terrible. His heart is pounding.

"...I thought we were all already dating?" Zane says, sounding genuinely bewildered.

“Yeah, I kinda- are we not?” asks Jay, putting down his game controller. Kai nods in agreement, frowning at Cole.

What.

Cole stares at them all. He’s desperately trying to see in their eyes if this is some weird prank, or joke, but they all look utterly baffled at the idea that they’re not all dating him. They all think they’re dating him? And each other? All of them?

This might be the weirdest turn of events in Cole’s life, and he once had an old man on top of a mountain ask him to become a ninja to help save Ninjago from evil.

“Wh- we are?” he says desperately, holding out his hands in confusion. The others make eye contact with each other and then look back at him, nodding. Cole’s head is spinning. “For how long?”

Jay shrugs. “I dunno, a couple of weeks?”

A couple of weeks? He’s saying that Cole could have been kissing all three of them for weeks? He must look shaken, because Kai holds out a hand comfortingly.

“How did I not know?” he asks. They look at each other again.

“I do not know,” says Zane.

“We just sort of assumed you wanted to take things slow?” explains Kai. “And we didn’t wanna push you or anything, y’know?”

Cole really does not know what to do now. He goes and sits on the floor between them all, and then suddenly has a realisation. “My dad was right,” he groans, dropping his head into his hands in shame. This is awful. Not only was his stupid dad right about his stupid feelings, he was right about them dating, apparently. And apparently, everybody was aware of this except for Cole!

Wait. “Wait,” he says. “Does Nya think we’re dating too?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m gonna tell my sister, dude,” says Kai, and Cole groans again. Great. No wonder she’d seemed so sure of herself when he asked for her advice. He feels a hand pat his arm slightly awkwardly.

“Are you alright?” asks Zane, sounding concerned, and Cole nods into his hands. It’s not quite settled in yet, given that this was the exact opposite of the outcome he was expecting and all. It might be starting to, though, given the way his stomach is starting to fizz with excitement. 

“So,” he says, lifting his head out of his hands. They’re all looking at him with eyes that are far too soft and gentle and beautiful. “You’re telling me you all want to date me?”

“Well, I thought we all were for several weeks, so I’d say yes,” says Jay, and Cole partially considers dropping his head back into his hands. He puts them down on his lap instead.

“What now?” he asks. He’s pretty sure he’s just mightily embarrassed himself, so he’s half expecting one of them to go well, actually, we don’t really like you that much anymore, Cole, sorry! Instead, Kai starts grinning and adjusts himself so he’s on one knee.

“Well,” he says, making eye contact with each of them. “Would all three of you do me the honour of being my boyfriends? Officially, this time.”

Cole might be dying. His heart rate would certainly suggest that he is. Beside him, Zane giggles, and Jay groans and rolls his eyes.

“You’re so annoying,” he complains, and then leans forward and kisses Kai’s cheek.

“I would be honoured,” Zane says, seriously, and leans in to kiss Kai’s other cheek. Kai raises his eyebrows at Cole, the cocky grin melting into something softer as he looks at him.

“If you’d rather talk about it first-” he begins to say, before Cole gets his courage up and all but jumps forward to plant a kiss directly on Kai’s lips. They’re soft, and warm, and he can feel Kai smiling against his lips. His heart hammers furiously against the inside of his ribs as he pulls back and grins awkwardly.

“Yeah,” he says, slightly embarrassed by the way Kai is smiling at him. Jay makes a noise.

“My turn!” he says, and pulls Cole into a kiss as well, their noses squishing uncomfortably against each other and teeth clacking slightly. He pulls away, slightly dazed, and Jay all but sparkles at him with the joy in his grin. Zane clears his throat politely.

“May I?” he asks, and Cole nods, his head spinning too much to answer properly. Zane leans in and kisses him, much gentler than Jay, and then pulls back after a moment and smiles. Cole’s tempted to pinch himself, just to make sure this isn’t some big self-indulgent dream. His heart is calming down, convinced that all is well. 

“Glad we got that sorted!” chirps Jay, picking his game controller back up. “Cole, do you wanna join the game next round?”

Cole has to laugh. He feels a bit ridiculous. Knowing that he could’ve been happily with them all for weeks rather than tearing himself up inside trying to escape his crushes stings a bit, but at least he got this outcome instead of something worse. Honestly, this is the best possible outcome he could have hoped for. 

“Yeah, okay,” he says, and grabs the spare controller.

–

Cole’s dad opens the door not ten seconds after he rings the bell, which suggests he’d been waiting by the door for Cole to show up, which is either quite sweet or a bit weird, he can’t decide.

“Cole!” he says, opening it, and then his eyes widen. “Oh!”

Cole grins, gesturing to the other three ninja, who have promised to be on their best behaviour and are dressed in their nicest outfits. “Surprise?” he says, and they beam at his dad. Lou looks utterly thrilled, clapping his hands together and grinning.

“Oh, this is wonderful! Cole never brings friends home,” he says, and Cole’s face goes a bit hot. He looks around at the other ninja, who smile at him encouragingly.

“It’s actually, uh. Boyfriends, dad.”

Lou’s face shifts through surprise, to joy, to smug understanding. He smiles at Cole, who rolls his eyes. 

“Boyfriends, eh?” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Who knew?”

“Lay off it, dad,” says Cole. “Can we come in or not?”

Lou steps back to let them all pass through, waving them in with pleasantries and greetings, and when Cole passes him he pats him on the shoulder and smiles, his eyes gentle and proud. Cole smiles back, embarrassed. He’s still a little bit mad that his dad figured things out before he did, but honestly? He can’t be that upset, what with the way it all worked out.

Okay, maybe a little. But only because his dad is being so smug about it. Otherwise, he’s completely fine. After all, he’s dating the three best people in Ninjago, so what’s he got to be mad about?

Cole grins as he walks into the living room to find Kai and Jay mid-bicker already, with Zane attempting to act as mediator. They stop when they see him, all three sets of eyes lighting up, and his grin grows wider. Yeah. He’s doing pretty good.

#grays fic stuff #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fic #i dont rly know how to post fic on tumblr aha #hope this is good #polyninja #cole brookstone #lou brookstone #kai smith #kai jiang #jay walker #zane julien #nya smith #nya jiang #fics

[mirror-is-distured]

Aether is terrified of animals

Afraid?

Polyghouls [aether, dew, and rain] also mountian is there sorta

Dew and rain find a possum and aether is scared of it

100% sfw just kinda long

"dew, what is in your hands" aether asked

"Uhhh... nothing" dew said, turning his back to him.

Dew and rain had walked into the common room earlier, cooing over something he was holding and now they wouldn't let aether see.

"Thats it. Show me what you have or im taking it away" aether grumbled, rising from the couch and stomping over to the corner where dew and rain were huddled up. Rain whipped his head around and hissed, even though he knew it wouldn't make the taller ghoul back off. Without speaking, aether grabbed dews arms and shoved his hands apart

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" he screamed. Jumping back

"Possum" dew mumbled

"We found it in the garden. his name is buio and hes our son" rain added, reaching out to pet it's head

"Where the HELL did you get a possum what the fuck" aether growled

"The garden, rain just said that. Dumbass"

"Ok well put it back! That shit probably has rabies!" Aether yelled

Rain pouted at aether before turning back to fawn over the little ball of fluff.

"Nope. Nope nope nope get it OUT" aether said, reaching out to grab the possum

"Run?"

"Run."

Rain and dew took off, speeding out the door and down the hall with aether in toe, screaming about how it could have diseases or what if it bites them.

Both of them ran full speed into mountians room, rain slamming the door behind them and leaving aether outside, still going on and on about how bad if an idea this was.

"What-"

Mountian was cut off by the door smacking against the wall with a loud thud.

"THEY FOUND A FUCKING POSSUM"

"aether wants to take away our kid" rain whined, hiding dew and the baby behind him. "Hes so mean"

"Alright everyone out. Lets go get copia and see what he thinks of this"

"NO! Copia will make us put it back" rain hissed, still glaring at aether

"Good! Its a wild animal!"

"And you're a ghoul! What are you scared?" Dew teased, holding the fuzzy animal out towards aether like it was a sword.

"What?! No dont be ridiculous, its just a baby, it cant do anything... right?" Aether said, slowly backing away.

"Oooooh the big man is scared of a possum oooo~" dew mocked him, stepping closer.

It really was just a baby, couldn't be more than two weeks old. It's eyes twinkled and it had just the slightest bit of fuzz.

"I- im not scared of some dumb animal!"

Aether tried to sound like he was being genuine, but it sounded like more of a squeal

"Then prove it big man, pet. the. possum." The baby squeeked and wriggled in dews hand.

"I dont have to prove anything to you!"

"You big baby" rain giggled, reaching out to scratch under the animals chin. "Look at how cute it is! Its nothing to be afraid of"

"Im not afraid! Im very tough."

Aether said, taking another step back so that he was pressed against the wall.

"Yeah, if tough is being terrified of this" dew laughed, stepping forward to emphasize his words.

Aether yelped, looking the possum dead in the eyes. "Fine! Ill touch it if you shut up"

"Do it do it do it!" rain chanted over dews shoulder. With one trembling hand aether reached out, gently placing his hand onto the creatures head.

"Oh" he said, softly rustling it's fur. The possum purred, nuzzling itself further into his hand. "I- i guess its kind of cute.." he said.

"See? Its ok big guy" rain cooed "do you want to hold it?"

"No. Petting it is enough thanks..." aether said, drawing his hand back.

"Wait, were you actually scared?" Rain asked. Aether nodded, looking down. He almost seemed... ashamed?

"Oh honey, im sorry..." rain said, stepping forward and grabbing his face. "I didnt.. we didnt realize that"

"Yeah, im really sorry aeth" dew mumbled.

"Hey can yall lovebirds leave please, this is my room ya'know." Mountian grumbled.

"Oh shit sorry mount, we'll go" rain said, gathering up the others and shooing them out the door.

Walking back to the common room, rain grabbed aether's hand, gently interlocking their fingers.

"Im really sorry sweetheart, i didnt know.." he whispered

"Its... its fine" aether mumbled

"No its not" dew said, rounding the corner into the common room "I think theres a box in here somewhere, we can put it in there for now."

Rain grabbed a cardboard box and some blankets, trying to make a comfortable nest for the baby "there we go, put him in here" he said, holding the box out to dew, who put down the possum, who nuzzled into the soft plush almost immediately.

"There we go, its gone now big guy." Rain purred, putting the box onto the coffee table.

"Thank you.." aether mumbled, still stating at the floor.

"Come on baby, do you want to cuddle?" Dew cooed, slouching down into the couch.

Aether nodded grabbing rains hand and pulling him down onto the couch.

"Can we still keep it? I promise we wont even make you look at it if you dont want to." Rain asked, settling down into aethers lap.

"I think that would be ok.." he mumbled, resting his head on dews chest.

"Alright baby boy, just let us know if we ever do anything that makes uncomfortable" dew purred, playing with aethers hair. Aether nodded, yawning into dews shirt.

#ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghoul fluff supremacy #aether ghoul #we need more soft dew in this world #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #i love my babies #the band ghost #rain writes sometimes

[midnighskyline]

Tital: Loves twisted curse

Angst-Gojo Saturo

Trigger warnings ⚠️-blood, implied character death, pain.

Note-Not gonna talk about how I got spoiled for the new manga ch😒😒. Also I wrote a one shot about jjk characters getting your attention the one for Gojo this is kinda piggy backing off that . Sorry if you don't like it I'm tired as hell, enjoy!!

With his crystal-like eye's, strong physique, and his snow white hair, who wouldn't fall in love with someone as perfect as him? And every moment his charming blue gaze meets yours you were no exception to this, however, loving him- truly loving the man that Gojo Saturo is isn't easy and the more you fall deeper in love with him the more you come to realize that love truly is the most twisted curse of all and mostly...just loving the untouchable Gojo.

"Kufu-chaaan!" Your ridiculous nickname was yelled from across the training field by a formiler white map of hair, kufu as in kikufuku; turning around and seeing the one and only Gojo Saturo. He smiled at you when he cought up to you "Let's go to that one dessert shop"

"Can't, I'm training" you said to deaf ears

"Oh I'll be fine" and with that he locked his arms with yours and dragged you off wether you liked it or not.

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You stared at the man before you as he continued to eat -what seemed like- every cake in the shop

"I don't understand how you can eat that much sugar and not get sick"

"Huh? Want some?"

"I'm good, thanks" truth be told, Gojo inferated you, how every woman and man practically graveled at his feet wether it was because he's the strongest man on the planet or the hottest, people either wanted to be him or be with him. And from your prospective he got everything he wanted, he inferated you, 'the choosen one' people would say 'he's the strongest' it all inferated you but somehow you were drawn to him, you hated the strongest sorcerer known to man but you loved Gojo Saturo, who never even paid attention to you untill...

It had been a year since Gojo Saturo left the jujutsu school, sence he had left everything behind, sence he had left Saturo

"How are you?" You asked before you could stop yourself, he looked up

"Huh?"

"Nevermind, forget what I said"

"...I'm fine, why wouldn't I be anyway? I'm the strongest, something like that shouldn't bother me in the first place, that's what I hear people say when they think I'm not listening" he slid a pice of cake your way "What about you? Your his sister"

"Half sister, and I didn't know him that well so..." you took a pice of cake in your fork and ate it. It hurt, you don't want to admit that it does or even that it's true; after all, you are just temporary, a destruction from Geto.

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With the day quickly passing and you having a mission tomorrow, you walked back to the school, stopping at a train station

"Gojo" your voice was barley above a whisper as you called out to him, he looked at you

"Yeah?"

"What am I to you?" Your question took him off gard to say the least, with a sound of confusion he began to think

"A friend" it sounded like more of a question than anything else

"You know Gojo...Im not sure if I like you for the same reasons Geto did, or if those are the exact reasons I hate you"

"What- what do you mean?" You shook your head and smiled, looking at him

"You don't think we're friends because we fight along side each other, you just like the idea of being friends with the closest thing to Geto, right?" From under his glasses you could see his eyes widen and lips part

"..."

"Do you have nothing to say? Let's stop this then, I'm far from being my brother so there's no reason to hang out anymore"

The next morning you get ready for your mission, ignoring the few messages you received from Gojo. Saying goodbye to Shoko, you set off for your assignment, not knowing that might be the last time you'll say that to her.

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The curse laughed as you struggled to stand, blood streamed from your parted lips as you caughted; you were reaching your limit and some of your ribs were broken, there was no mistaken that as surges of pain shot from your side everytime you attempted to stand. You wiped the blood from your mouth and stood, with a last stich effort to win this fight you put your hand on top of the other with the bottom hand closed in a fist while the other one was the opposite.

"Domain Expansion: Death Dual!" The room fell silent as a black fog clouded all four corners. This was probably going to kill you but forgetting about that you laughed aloud, this was the first time you had successfully pulled your domain expansion off, so to hell with the risks

"No fucking way! Hahahaha! Damn I actually did it, so what's gonna happen now you filthy curse?"

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You breathed in sharply as blood fleeted from your side, holding a hand there to slow the crimson liquid. The walls cracked and parts of the roof caved in, with any luck the building would hold up for another three minutes before you'll be buried alive; the buzz of your phone broung you from your thoughts, wincing in pain as you moved to dig it from your pocket 'Gojo Saturo' the bright screen read, pushing the green button the sound of his voice filled the dark cold room

"Hey, you should be finishing up your mission now, right?"

"Well..." You looked around the room "the curse is exorcised"

"Great, can we meet?"

"Not sure that's happening, can you do something for me? Tell Shoko I can't make it back to jujutsu tech"

"What? Why?...Where are you?"

"Haha, I'm not really sure, I had to chase the curse somewhere it's all kind of a blur really"

"Are you hurt?"

"Well my leg is crushed, this buildings collapsing, and I'm not sure if it's the blood loss or the fact I'm exhausted but I wish you were here" you could hear him panting on the other line "Are you...running?"

"Just hang on, ok?, I'm coming"

"Oh come on, that's just cruel, don't give me faluse hope like that" you looked up at the sky as more of the roof fell, you smiled bitterly

"Sorry about last night..."

"Y/n"

"Humor me?"

"It's fine, we can talk about it later, right?"

"Yeah"

"Stay awake"

"Gojo..."

"Yeah?"

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"...Yeah"

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Thank you for reading, also the likes on my other fics?????? The follows???? Hello???? Thank you so much😣😣❤️💍💍 hope you enjoyed!

Bye now💞💞

#jjk #jjk x reader #reader #Gojo x reader #gojo x reader #Angst x Gojo #Gojo #Gojo angst #angst

[starseungs]

➳ 7:08pm. hjs

pairing: han jisung x gn!reader (ft. yang jeongin)

Riding the theme park's ferris wheel during the display was such a good idea to end the day. Looks like Jisung thinks so too.

genre/s: fluff, humor, boyfriend!jisung

warning/s: fireworks, ferris wheel rides, thirdwheeling (im sorry lmao)

wc: 0.7k

note: please accept this peace offering while my wips are still getting finished;; there's no angst on this one i swear

"Woah, they went all out on the fireworks display, huh?" 

The dynamic show looked so much better from up in the air. Images of budding-like flowers painted the sky with loud bangs, before dissipating into the dimming canvas. Riding the theme park's ferris wheel during the display was such a good idea to end the day.

"The view is so nice..." You commented, amazed at the various pops of color littering the atmosphere.

"You're my best view."

Snapping your head towards the source of the voice, you found Jisung staring at you with a soft smile on his face—looking like a lovesick fool. But while the sudden compliment was flattering, it caught you off guard.

Just not in the way one would have thought.

"Is that the meme?" Your face contorted into silent confusion.

Jisung groaned in defeat, sliding down dramatically to slump on the seat. "Damn. I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

"Dude."

"Bro."

"What the heck?" Jeongin speaks up from in front of the two of you—a mix of disgust and disbelief pasted on his face. "How are you guys even dating?"

"Oh yeah? And why are you even here?" Jisung retorted, crossing his arms with a frown. You lightly slapped his shoulder at his childish actions—earning a whine from your now sulking boyfriend.

"Excuse me? You two invited me here!" 

"Right," you admitted, cringing. He had a point, you and Jisung did invite him on your date. "But obviously not in the same carriage…"

"So what am I going to do in a carriage alone, huh?" Jeongin pointed out, rolling his eyes at the both of you. Muttering to himself, he added, "This is ridiculous. I can't believe I signed up to be a thirdwheel."

"You could have said no, you know." You reminded him.

"Ugh. It's because I forgot you and Jisung were a couple now."

Jisung let out a strangled sound of offense at Jeongin's comment. "Do we not look like one?" 

"For someone who just called their significant other 'bro', you're one to talk," The other guy scoffed, completely done with Jisung's antics.

This clearly didn't sit right with Jisung though, because if you knew one thing about him, it was that he was the type of person to take these things to heart—even if he knew he didn't have to. 

Jisung's pride also shot through the roof at times. A trait you found attractive because of his confidence, but also annoying because he could be such a jerk during these episodes.

Eyeing him wearily, you noticed his nose scrunched up in distaste. He always did that whenever something was bothering him. But the kicker was not that. It was his obvious eyes—sparkling with brewing mischief. 

That's how you immediately knew he was up to something. 

"I don't know Jeongin," Jisung started, a bit too nonchalantly for your preference. "Personally, I think we look great together."

Jeongin grumbled at Jisung's words, taking it as the older bragging about having a romantic relationship. "It's not that you don't look good together. God knows how long we were waiting for the both of you to get together—Felix was literally about to try and mix some kind of love potion he found online into his brownies and force feed them to you."

Seeing that Jeongin was falling into your boyfriend's trap so easily, you sighed inwardly. There was no stopping now, so you just decided to let them be. They could fight as much as they wanted, for all you care.

"Then what's the issue?" Jisung pressed further, looking genuinely curious. He was executing his plan well with great acting—you had to give him that. Without noticing, you find yourself unconsciously smiling at his little plan.

"It's more so that you two don't act like one?"

And this was all Jisung wanted to hear, because the look on his face lit up a bit brighter. You had an idea of what he was planning to do, but with Jisung being Jisung, anything could happen.

There were small movements coming from Jisung's side of the seat, but before you could process what was going on, he had already seized your hands and quickly positioned them to wrap around his neck.

"Well, I hope this is enough proof."

As Jisung's face moved closer, Jeongin's cries of complaint started to fade into the background. Sure, you might be traumatizing the guy, but you could care less at that moment.

Because Jisung's eyes were exploding with so much love and adoration, overwhelming you with feelings that completely outshone the fireworks display outside. 

mastertag 🏷️ : @h0neydewmoon @prettybeoms @lhskokoro @bookishcalls

#starseungs — library. #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #han jisung imagines #han imagines #han jisung x reader #han x reader #han jisung #han #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #han jisung fanfic #han fanfic #skz #han angst #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #han jisung fluff

[musicalpancakes77]

Hello hello, I've been tagged by @indigowallbreaker for a fun WIP meme :] Figured I'd do it while the tag was still fresh before I'd forget LMAO

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

This is about to be so funny and obscure because some of these titles are incomprehensible without context LMAOOO I have a few different wips (some are. half abandoned,,, i love them all very much and im so determined to come back to them or rework them someday), but let's start with Ace Attorney:

MMmmmmnesia

Shenanigans of Lady S

GHOST AU GHOST AU

Prosecutor Sibs AU uwu

Ahahah That Other AA Idea I Had

I told myself I wouldn't but here it is LETS GO BOYS

For Professor Layton, the fandom that surprisingly got a large number of Active wips from me:

Besties the House Arrest AU

PL Soulmates bc there isn't ENOUGH

PAPERCLIP LOVERS UNITE

Ranlay Attempt?? Eh???

PL Christmas fic because we ARE Desmond simps yes I'll write this fuck you

A very brief shout out to my outline of a Ghost Trick fic (which I've spoiled part of the title for because of literal spoiler reasons. im not spoiling anyone on this game are you kidding me?? oooo you want to play ghost trick so bad oooo!!!):

World's Most Haunted *** Moments

I'm not really counting them, but shout out to my active Lazytown fic that I SWEAR IM WORKING ON I SWEAR IT I AM IT WILL BE DONE THIS YEAR that goes by the name "Past LT somethin somethin" and my first fanfic's rewrite that is barely considered a wip to me that is named "I'll Leave AGAIN", and lastly a blank document for a BNHA Toshinori Yagi fic that I meant to get around to but never did beyond titling it "BNHA Good Toshi Fic if I Ever Get Around to It" :)

I do not know that many people- or more accurately idk how many people I know who are actively working on something- so I will tag the few people I know for sure who are writing and who may have wips! If I didn't tag you but you'd really like to do this, go ahead, you've officially been tagged 💕

@4ragon @rivalsforlife @xbydefault @nebul-anna (I think you just got tagged for this?? sorry if you did LMAO) @transannabeth (if this isn't the blog name you normally do these kinds of memes on, then sorry! 😭 Took a shot in the dark!) @jfkisonthemoon @ibroughtyoumybullets-ningy

#my shy ramblings #thank you for the tag indigo!!! <3 #i went “yeah i dont have that many wips haha” #and then promptly got humbled LMAO #this isnt even a lot im sure to some people and half are like sort of abandoned but like. they are all in the wips folders... #i might also be missing a few because i have NOT cleaned my entire drive and organized everything #but i tried my best to grab everything i could see that was organized and everything that i remembered #i did the best i could <3 thats all that matters #have fun to anyone who does this! enjoy!!

[xebecdav]

hai so i usually only post drawings bc thats mainly like. my thing. but im trying to get better at writing because head too full of ideas so heres a wip of a chelldos fic i started a week or so ago that is very unfinished bc im still just kind of figuring out what direction i want it to go in lol

GLaDOS is so close to Chell that the light from her optic illuminates her face. She looks the human up and down.

"You seem fine to me."

Sure, Chell looked like she was holding up well. She was always able to hold her own, even in the post-apocalyptic hell that was the surface. The reason Chell decided to come knocking back on Aperture's door wasn't because she was dying or unable to survive. She was lonely, and most of all, she missed GLaDOS.

That was a weird realization for her to come to, and it troubled her mind quite a bit. How could she miss GLaDOS? Something about the bond they created while trying to reclaim the facility was something she couldn’t let go of.

Was GLaDOS right about what she said before kicking her out? Had they been best friends all along? Chell wouldn't say "best" necessarily, but friends for sure. And not just after being forced to work together. There was a reason GLaDOS didn't kill Chell on sight after her reawakening, and it wasn't because she needed her to test for her. It was something else.

Chell sighs.

"I didn't come back because I was unwell," Chell says. GLaDOS quickly backs up and opens her optic wide.

"Oh, so you CAN talk! Well, it would have been nice if you'd said something before. There were so many problems we could have solved if all of our communication wasn't one-sided."

Chell winces. "Sorry."

"Well, if you didn't come back because you were sick or injured, then why did you come back?" GLaDOS is now close to Chell again, but not as close as before.

Chell is silent for a bit. The two glare at each other until she finally brings herself to say the words she was dreading saying.

"Because I missed you."

GLaDOS tried to contain her surprise but let some of it slip.

"You MISSED me?" She chuckles. "I know that sometimes human emotions can cloud judgement, but this is ridiculous."

Chell's face turns red. This was the response she expected. She opens her mouth to continue.

"Remember before you kicked me out you said we were friends? I feel that way too. I felt lonely not being here.” Chell pauses to allow GLaDOS the chance to speak.

GLaDOS Scoffed.

“I guess your time on the surface gave you even more brain damage than you already had because you clearly

#xeb post #xeb art #please be nice to me sobs

[notebooknonbinary]

Tagged by the v supercool @bylertruther thank u☺️ (sorry this took me a hot minute, tumblr wouldn't let me do bullet points on mobile)

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!! Mutuals and followers please feel free I’d love to see!!

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Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!

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Haaaha so, the problem is…unless there’s enough fic for me to justify a separate doc to myself, half my WIPs are under shit like [fandom] stuffff or, worse, Untitled Document. On the other hand, some stuff I get optimistic and title properly. My big problem is, I'm pretty okay at ideas--but V terrible at follow through. So um Ymmv

Anyway im gonna base this on whether there’s even a 1% chance I’ll come back to the WIPs for even a second bc otherwise we’d be here all day, I got stuff from 2011 in my docs and I’d literally rather dunk myself in a pool of hot oil than touch those (I haven’t gotten around to deleting them yet shut)

The WIPs I’m Currently Working On:

HS and College AU Part 1–All the Time in the World Draft 2 hey if anyone would like to beta for this btw i'm Big struggling w it atm lmaooo

HS and College AU Part 2: Ro—Name Redacted for Spoiler reasons

Stranger Things fic bits (has future stuff for^^^^)

Stranger things ideas idk (mostly headcanons and plot stuff that isn’t actually fic, and like research and stuff)

Stranger Things Post Series College AU Rough TL (above fic’s timeline^^)

ST react (BIG cringe and Never to be posted. Work on just for fun)

WIPs I Want and Need to Come Back to lmao:

Newsies fanfic (Draft Ver. 3) (my giant 18k baby that I probably will never get back to)

North to Alaska (Fo4)

This is Not a TT Story Chapter 6 (and 7, 8, and 9😭)***Esp! This one

Everything Else lmao:

Untitled Document (like five or six of these lmao)

Merlin stuffff

Atla

Mystmess fic????

Fma idea

ME Fo4 cover

i don’t know wtf this is let will be outwardly gay cowards (not as interesting as the title suggests lmao)

Five to Travel PJO/HoO/ToA

LiS2 Timetravel Alt Uni Timeline (Complete outline for the above fic rgjsoiwrj)

LiS2 xover w Coco? (Indulgent and never to be posted prob)

Life Is Strange, Tell Me Why fic idea?

TJM fic Chapter 10-?

GR F AUs

GO fic ideas

YOI fic ideas

bits and pieces of fic ideas for ha and JN (u do Not want to open this curiosity door very cringe😔)

Tarsus IV sequel(s) planner (I still kind of want to go back and write a sequel to this it was my baby and one of the only chapter fics I ever completed)

BMC DEH fic bits

dcmk story ideas (mostly just AUs where Ran is in the know bc f u gosho)

And my two most cringe but lovingly researched WIPs that will likely never be finished:

Cablepool Fix-it fic (Seriously Nate, you were fixing his brain and you didn't see the brainwashing wtaf) <- whole title 😌 this bs was 7k

helga foster story ongoing

#tag game #vee attempts to write #vee attempts to articulate their thoughts #So Many of these are P Cringe #but at least its only whats on my google docs. i stopped using Word two computers ago #i've been havin kind of a bad week so i was happy to get the tag thank u:) #long post #was tempted to put this under a readmore and if people ask me to i'll go back and edit it in #kiiiind of worried people who followed my ancient HA blog might be able to find me #from this post but #hi welcome to my blog I’m cringe #i will chat about this stuff if anyone wants to..

[batteredwarriorstillstanding]

Not pointing angry fingers, or ruffling feathers here, but there is no doubt that clarification is desperately needed on a few points. In order to avoid a further decline in understanding, which can lead to all sorts of unpleasant outcomes, it appears necessary to address them whether this task was at the top of anyone's Hope List, or not. I DID make a multitude of promises to you. TECHNICALLY, the commitments I made are not active. That's true, buuuut, frankly, these were not the "I shot my mouth off in the heat of a particular moment, but failed to consider future circumstances and how they may very well render these assurances worthless. While this was not an intentional error, I apologize and take full responsibility for my lack of maturity and foresite. I sincerely hope that no great harm will be done as a result, but pledge to do whatever is in my power to remedy any subsequent troubles my mistake may cause or assist." Those suck...can't say I have never been guilty of them. This isn't anything like that, however. Every guarantee I made was one of continued support/friendship. If I recall, I was troubled by your claim that virtually everyone who enters your life eventually leaves. You posted this repeatedly, so I assumed that it was a very serious issue that causes a lot of pain. I replied something to the effect of "I won't leave...even if our relationship never reaches a point that is satisfactory to me." Now, admittedly, I did not consider, at the time that, amongst all possible outcomes, at least one featured us never seeing one another (2005...I think.Seriously) your refusal to meet, speak to, or even exchange IMs with me. You're right. I am not going to continue to post face-first against my blog wall ad-infinitum...I am skeptical that you can possibly receive much from that, for one. Secondly, it is difficult for me because it serves as a reminder that you don't actually want shit to do with me.....and the "be patient" line has kind of expired.

ALSO.....and, I don't know if this comes mainly from you or what, buuut....when I said that I was not willing to be in an"open" relationship....at least not for very long....with someone I love, it was, again, to let you know that I care a lot about you, am not a "total" monogamy enthusiast, buuut....rest assured, you wouldn't just be doing whatever/whoever the fuck you felt like (nor would I)That sucks if it is incompatible with your philosophy, that sucks (btw, it is this sort of thing that CONVERSATIONS often assist in resolving...maybe I'd see things your way if given the opportunity to become completely familiar with it. Who knows?) But, I certainly would not feel right allowing anyone to be mislead only to endure a painful breakup of a relationship that probably never should have happened. Anyway, disappointments aside, knowing you in ant capacity still sounded awesome...and I have gotten much better at Platonic Guy role of late. I don't have ANY fuckin' idea where THIS came from...if I made a comment, at some point that was misinterpreted, I am sorry....the skin color of my prospective "co-workers" would not be an issue...just that they aren't me. And I think your ideas concerning WHY I avoid these situations are....just unbelievably ridiculous...it isn't due to an inferiority complex, or whatever the dumb ass explanation I sometimes read says....it's that I am not putting all kinds of effort into a relationship unless that effort is reciprocated....and, I don't always share or play well with others. Sorry. It shouldn't matter anyway....you won't even talk to me.

[voiceless-terror]

Jon wears a leather jacket to work. No one is immune.

Jon’s running late.

He doesn’t often run late. Ever since he got the promotion, he’s been working overtime- coming in early, staying late, sometimes not leaving at all. He had a mess on his hands, and its one he intends to fix.

So while it’s been some time since he’s seen Rosie at the front desk, it isn’t enough for her to do a double take. But that she does, her usually stoic face going red and her eyes widening in what looks like shock. That’s a bit dramatic.

“O-Oh!” She’s stuttering. Rosie never stutters. “G-Good morning, Jon. You look- you’re looking very nice today!” 

That can’t be true. He slept through his alarm, something he hasn’t done in ages. He didn’t have time to comb his hair and decided to leave it in the messy bun from yesterday- at least it’s out of his way. He skipped shaving altogether and couldn’t find his usual cardigan, instead resorting to an old, beat up leather jacket from college. It’s seen better days, and it reeks of guilty cigarettes snuck in his most desperate hours. The picture of professionalism he is not.

“Um, okay,” is the only response he can think of giving, scurrying past her desk and down to the basement. He doesn’t have time to parse that interaction out, not when his assistants are probably already gathered round, gossiping about his absence. Sure enough Tim’s sitting on Sasha’s desk, smirking and whispering something as he walks through the door, keeping his head down with a grumbled “Good morning.”

The chatter instantly stops. He hazards a glance to find Tim and Sasha, open-mouthed and staring in what can only be horror or fear. He was never any good at reading people. 

“Good Lord,” Tim whispers, borrowing a phrase from Jon’s book. It sounds odd coming from his mouth, and even stranger in that soft tone. Tim’s deafening on a good day, and Jon’s never seen his golden skin turn quite so red. 

“Good morning, Jon,” Sasha’s smirking, her voice turning velvety and smooth. He’s heard her use that tone in bars when she wants another round for the table. Never in the Archives. And never once has it been aimed at him. Jon bristles.

“What is going on?” he asks impatiently, running a hand through messy hair. He could swear Tim gulps. “Do I have something on my-”

He’s interrupted by a loud, high-pitched squeal, followed by the shattering sound of two mugs full of hot tea hitting the tile. He jumps back to avoid the mess, scowling at the man in front of him. Martin looks like he’s having a coronary; Jon wasn’t aware faces could turn that red. And he, too, is staring. 

“I’m late, I don’t have time for this,” he says, side-stepping the spreading puddle and throwing a scowl at Martin’s gaping face. “Clean this up.” He walks away to sputtered apologies and a snicker from Sasha. What’s gotten into them today?

He shuts the door with a decisive click, should anyone think of bothering him.

_________

And not an hour later, someone does.

He answers Martin’s tentative knock with a curt “Come in.” Martin’s looking at his feet as he shuffles in with a cup of tea, his face only slightly less red. He stands as far away as possible when he deposits it on his desk, refusing to meet Jon’s eyes and likely not seeing his nod of thanks. But instead of leaving, he just stands there.

“Do you need something?” Martin jumps at his voice, raising his eyes minutely before lowering them again. What in the world…?

“Y-Your jacket.” He flushes again and Jon’s starting to think he should really see a doctor about that. “You’re still wearing it.”

He is. He hadn’t given it much thought; it’s cold down in the Archives, and sometimes he’ll go all day with a jacket or cardigan over his shoulders. Still, Martin’s right- it doesn’t look very professional. He starts to shrug out of it when Martin throws his hands out in front of him, like Jon’s about to cut the wrong wire on a bomb.

“N-No!” His voice comes out high and strangled. It’s very irritating. “Don’t!”

“What on earth is going on with you-”

“It’s just- you shouldn’t! Not if you’re cold.” Martin gives him a weak smile that Jon doesn’t return. “Wouldn’t want you to get s-sick or something!” 

Jon stares. “Please leave.”

“O-Okay.” Martin backs out of the room. Jon keeps the jacket on.

It is cold.

_______

Thirty minutes later, Sasha comes in with a file he doesn’t need. She lingers with some inane chatter which is very much unlike her, and her phone’s positioned awkwardly in front of her. If Jon didn’t know any better, he’d think she was taking a photo.

The last straw comes when Tim leans in the doorway, a leer on his face. That always means trouble.

“Come to drop off an unnecessary document?” he snarks, slamming a book closed. He’s tired of this game they’re playing. “Maybe finish whatever strange prank you’ve got planned? You know I don’t have time for-”

“Boss.” Tim’s face goes serious, an alarming sign for him. “I have to tell you something. And I promise I’m not making fun of you or anything. I know where your mind goes.”

Jon rolls his eyes at the dramatics. “If you insist-”

“Jon.” Tim comes closer and Jon subconsciously shifts back in his chair. “Objectively, this is the hottest you’ve ever looked.”

What?

Tim raises a finger. “Don’t give me that. I mean, did you look in the mirror today?”

Well, that’s a bit uncalled for. Jon knows he looks a bit scruffy, but this teasing has got to stop. He’s starting to feel a bit insulted. “Tim-”

“You look good. You look dangerous.”

“That’s not a compliment-!”

“Like you ride a motorcycle,” Tim continues, inching closer. His eyes are staring intently into Jon’s, but it seems like he’s lost in his own little world. “Or maybe you’re in a gang, or an underground syndicate. You’ve got a rough past but really, a heart of gold.” Perhaps Tim’s drunk. Or on drugs. He could be on drugs. It’s the only thing that would explain whatever the hell...this is.

“I meet you at a bar,” Tim’s sat down now, right in front of Jon’s desk. Instead of throwing his legs over the side of the chair he leans forward on his knees, still with that disconcerting eye contact. “You’ve stepped out for a smoke.” Oh God, can he smell it? “I’ve had a few too many. You say ‘Got a light?’ in a dark, husky voice.”

“Husky?”

“I nod, flicking my lighter on and raising the flame to your cigarette. You look me directly in the eyes as you inhale-” At this Tim does his own little breathy intake, a finger to his lips as if he’s putting on a one-man show. And Jon- well, Jon’s not immune.

Tim sighs, leaning back in his seat and letting his hands fall back into his lap. “And the rest? Is history.” He takes a moment to recover, blinking slowly. Jon stares.

“What I mean to say is-” Suddenly Tim’s back again, as if the previous minute had never happened. “-do you want to get a drink later?”

What the fuck?

Jon opens his mouth but then pauses, considers. It’s been a week. He’s tired, at the end of his rope. And maybe-

Maybe he misses Tim. Just a little. They did used to have fun, sometimes. Before all of this. Back when they were friends.

“Okay.”

Tim blinks. “What?”

“I’ll come,” Jon agrees, though the rational part of him wants to take it back. But Tim’s in front of him-ridiculous, charming, idiotic Tim- and how can he resist? “But I don’t smoke anymore, so I’m afraid I can’t quite live up to your fantasies.” Tim barks out a laugh and Jon finds himself smiling back, his face growing warm. 

Perhaps he should wear this thing more often.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28491015

#my writing #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #jontim #jonmartin #a little bit #and mostly pining #fluff #just a ridiculous idea that wouldn't let me go im sorry

[schlagglovebot]

So I have an idea:

Tommy with a s/o who gets flustered easily so he complements them and gives them forehead and noes kisses?

kinda based off the song “Toms dinner”

-With lots of love Anon 🍄

date night — tommyinnit!

summary: with a heart so easily startled, tommy held it with care and love.

authors notes: ILYSM 🍄 ANON IM GLAD URE GETTING MORE USED TO THIS REQUESTING SHEBANG IM SO GLAD FOR YOUUUJ JDBDJSJ SORRY THIS ONES QUITE SHORT I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT <333 ALSO LOOK HOW PRETTY HE IS🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫 also it's been long since i wrote for first person let me know what you guys think! i might have gotten the meaning of easily flustered slightly off ejcnmdhcjdjd

i was feeling overwhelmed, extremely nervous to say the least. i'm currently sat at a diner waiting for tommy, he was really charming and funny. i played with the cutleries while simultaneously checking who enters the door, hoping to see his blond hair, his pretty smile, a his beautiful blue eyes — the chatter from the diner filled my ear as time passed by and i felt as though tom.. tom might have stood me up? no.. he wouldn't do that, would he? oh god.. i looked around timidly and checked my phone for the time, he's a minute late... oh well that's fine! it's just a minute...

then a hand suddenly covered my eyes, i yelped "oh my god, who are you?!" i then covered my mouth to not cause distraction – "guess who~" tommy sarcastically asked in a surprisingly high pitched voice. "oh its just you, tommy" i had laughed hearing him speak like a whistle. after freeing me from his hands cover, tommy offered me a bouquet of my favorite flowers blended with alliums which were his favorites, i thanked him and he placed a kiss on my temple before sitting down across me. the public display of affection surprised me, and he giggled seeing my cheeks flush red.

the date went on and i have to say i've never had so much fun — we finished our food whilst exchanging compliments, my favorite one being: "you're makeup looks lovely!" with "god you're ridiculously funny" as the runner up, talking, and joking, and once we were finally done tommy held my hand, left our tip, and headed out the diner. when we reached out we looked at each other, my eyes boring to his. "thank you for tonight tom, i hope we see each other again.." i said excitedly, and he pressed a kiss to my nose also telling me he felt the same — we said our goodbyes and he hailed me a cab to go home, my thoughts consisted of him and i was excited for our next rendezvous.

please don't translate and repost on other sites without my consent, or steal/plagiarize my written works — sincerely, harley (. ㅅ .)

#harley writes #harley's 🍄 anon #harley requested #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you

[kakubun]

what if you were their personal helper?

a/n: im biased on all of these because basically you're special to them in a type of way

part 2

warnings: chapter 189-206 spoilers‼‼, suggestive, violence mentions

sanzu

you would be his personal cook that mikey assigned

you really worked hard at making the best dishes for sanzu (1. 50/50 chance of getting killed because you might never know with his pill popping ass and 2. you don't want to purposely mess up good ingredients)

sanzu though, really loves your dishes

he would say horrendous compliments like how he was about to have an orgasm biting into the steak minutes ago (rindou looks up at him from his laptop in disgust while ran scoffs in amusement)

ran suggested to maybe gift you something or pay a visit to whoever is cooking his meals and damn well sanzu was thrilled to hear that idea and was ready to work on it

(the haitani brothers thought the same, that you were probably going to shit your pants if bonten's number 2 suddenly appeared right beside you out of nowhere)

the very next day, his preffered time of lunch was much more later than the others so it's pretty normal for the others to not see him at the table and knowing that he's doing his own business

but this is completely different than what he usually does, he's looking for you! and there you were, in the flesh and busy preparing his meal

you look rather panicked, oh how many guesses he had. it was near his lunch time, you cooked the wrong meal, you're panicking about the slighest things or you thought you were doing it wrong

turns out you just wanted to cut the right size of tomatoes because you cut one ridiculously large chunk so you huffed and picked another tomato and nearly laughed at your stupidity

well sanzu was correct in some ways but you were just minutes away in finishing so he watched

with every second he stepped closer and the closer he got which was just right over your shoulder, you squeled because 1) creepy and 2) his breath was tickling your neck that you just had to make noise

you grabbed your wrist and your finger bled, in the state of suprise you accidently cut your thumb, luckily it was only a little so you rushed to the sink to wash it off

sanzu had a smile on his face, oh woops accidently shocked a poor person by breathing on them so the best he could do was offering a bandaid that was in his pocket

you glanced at his arm and saw the bonten tattoo inked on it so your eyes lit up in fear in why a bonten member is up infront of you

you gulped and he couldn't help but giggle to how terrified you looked and he twirled the plate that his food on it

"you're almost finished with my food, huh? quickly, you have a few seconds" you looked at him again but with genuine curiousity and suprise that said "sanzu haruchiyo? what is he doing here?"

your thoughts swirled in your head in chaos, finishing up his food and the waiter that were to take his food entered the kitchen

he froze in the doorway, recognizing the feared bonten 2 and sanzu asked him to go away by simply motioning it with his hand as well as adding in a "if you don't go, i'll kill you" by doing a slashing motion across his neck, you did not know how fast the waiter walked out of there

sanzu carried his plate towards the table your partners and you ate at and sat there, tilting his head when you stayed at the same spot

"sit here, i wanna talk" shitting your pants is a understatement, dying should be the right term

but no worries when you sat down, he smiled again with his eyes closed (though you're not sure what kind of smile was this, his rare ones? because if it is then you can make it out of here without being out in a grave)

let's just say he was interested in you and he said quite some nice words to you, this won't be the first time he'll crash into your life and have moments of talking to you after all, you're his cook right?

you're just lucky enough when he decides that you're one of the few pieces he'll cherish in his life, one he wouldn't kill but respect deeply and stick around with

kokonoi

you were his respectable assistant that deals with errands, well a more better term is a spy

you listened to conversations about bonten in the dark and sneak off to inform the others, first of all koko of course

your relationship between him was proffesional and all, reporting about what bonten enemies have said, nod and leave

but there was a time where he finally got to know you a bit better

you were a bit later than the time he asked for you to come to his office after your work, about 10 minutes atleast and he raised his eyebrow at you when you slipped into his office out of breath but quickly regain it as to not piss him off any further

"sorry sir, i got attacked" attacked you say? he got up from his seat, slowly approacing you and you sweat

overall his demeanor was cocky and all but you've never seen a scary side so supposingly it's okay for you to not feel threatened but would he really be angry at you for getting attacked?

"i don't see any bruises on you, did you really get attacked?" that sly grin showcased itself, he felt the taste of a lie coming but it didn't when you spoke up again

"i fought back sir, with this." you pulled out the staff, pressing the button to open it and twirled it over for him to see

it was the staff he gave, well actually showed off when he opened the weapons room, telling you to atleast get a weapon to defend yourself, if you can even though (he halfly joked at the end with his tongue out)

you told him that it was the gang that was still gaining these "leaks and secrets" or so to speak, are the ones rindou falsely put out in the open and the gang planned to go to one of the secret bases that bonten usually went to

besides what you say is necessary information but he circled around you in silence and decided to try to hit your head but you smack his hand away with the staff

he went for your neck but you swiftly wack the staff into his waist and he groaned, impressed

he was about to say something but sanzu interrupted by opening the door without knocking and almost bumped koko with the door

"heheh sorry, can i borrow your assistant, come come~" sanzu sung out but koko shooed him away, wanting some time to talk to you but pink crazed bastard wanted to talk to you so he shut the door on him and yelled at him to go away for a moment

after that day, more people seem to recognize and fought with you

it would pretty ironic if koko were to be the one ordering them to attack you

" i wanna see you fight more" whatever he says, you just hope it actually isn't him sending mofos to attack you because that would be a d!ck move

but he didn't, one of the bonten members revealed that a little spy is watching them from above like the idiots they were that they bumbled out their secrets for the spy to hear (guess who)

so he rewards you, after the hell you went through, you better be gifted

extra!!:

"may i measure you?" you looked back at the person in shock as they smiled warmly at you and you suspiciously glared at them, reaching slowly for your staff.

"sir kokonoi has asked to measure you." they went to stretch out the measuring tape and held it around your waist, you hesitated on holding up your shirt because of how ticklish and feathery their fingers were. this was all too sudden but you go along with it.

while you twist your shirt up, they placed a note in your back pocket and you questioned on why did they do that, you reached it while they're measuring your legs.

"i'll send someone in to measure your size for your clothing, do you also want lingerie to be part of your gift too?~" the note said and you nearly stumbled into the tailor when you tried rereading it all over again.

"what colour do you want? do you want a matching set?" "no!!"

(koko's probably pissing himself right now, trying to imagine your panicky expression, laughing like a maniac in his office)

ran

you worked as his personal maid and he admired how careful you were

you were pretty noticeable since you took your time on one thing at a time like dusting off shelves and cupboards for a long moment or scrubbing away at the dirt in the plate that stuck too long there (i mean it's reasonable but you stressed over it for a few minutes)

he approached at some times to check on you and he would smile sadistically at times when you look at him like a deer in headlights, wondering what you did wrong to make him approach you himself

he just wanted to praise and point out some of your habits which you rubbed your neck to and nodded to do better next time

it also gave him a chance to see your stretched arm and your hands, especially your knuckles more better than afar (not in a creepy way)

your knuckles were deep red and would have cuts over it and he would leave at that but it got too much for him whenever he came to you and it kept getting worse

he popped the question when you moved his flowers into a pot to sit in the sun when your hands were all bandaged up

"why has the condition of your hands worsen everytime i come to you?" so he did notice, you sighed and told him the truth while you rubbed your bandaged knuckles

"people are picking on me so hitting their faces makes my knuckles hurt and become ugly each time i return back here" he was suprised that you even used your fists and he held your hands and spoke softly

"you didn't use the baton i gave you?" you feel yourself burn, you had to pull away from him and you wanted to jog off into the sun but you akwardly shrugged instead

"i'm a lot more used to using fists to fight plus i.. might have hit my face with the baton once" his laugh was sugary sweet, the rarest you've ever heard but he was laughing at your mistake so you bit your tongue and fumed, going back to arranging his flowers (that he's probably allergic to but keeps them around cause they're pretty💀)

he patted your shoulder, casually correcting himself that it was cute that atleast you did try to use the baton that he lended to you

"i'll teach you, every evening at around 4, i'll train you to use the baton so it's less work for your fists and more for your baton." you responded that mikey had his meal around that time and you had to clean the table cloth after he eats, shyly you admit that he tends to be a little messy when eating

ran smiled, stuffing his hands into his pockets and going off after insulting you one last time

"i'm impressed that you're more careful with the table cloth than your own hands" and that ends the evening with you screaming into your hands because of how frustating, ran haitani bonten executive was

extra!!:

"now i really need you to be honest with me, how do you even fight with your fists?" "your brother teaches me how to break their limbs but i accidently graze the floor sometimes because of how tough the enemy is"

well that was pretty shocking, he looks at you with suprise in his eyes, you also looked at him suprised, you just didn't know how expressive he was and you're finding out about them because of these 4pm sessions.

"doesn't he have a maid that helps him out?" "he says i make great coffee" ran grumbled that you shouldn't even serve a fucker who drinks coffee in the first place and you couldn't help laughing. in exchange for the love of coffee, rindou might as well train you. he's not blind, he sees the bruises on your hands when you return back to the headquarters.

(and to maybe trigger ran a little since he was the one mainly teaching reader his fighting style and not ran and his lame ass baton and he just stole his maid for a few seconds, might as well train them as a reward)

"show me a better compliment and i might stop serving him" "you're good with your hands" you smirked and got up and tapped his shoulders with the baton, teasing him into giving you more compliments

"shut it now before i use my hands to shut you up" "you may at anytime" and he did, now you can imagine what he did lol

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Ahhhh awesome thank you!!

Could I ask for Lester with a ftm s/o thats tiny (like 5'2" tiny) and really strong? Like he can easily pick Lester up like its nothing and carry him around.

Picking him up when Bo's being bitchy and being like "No. We're going home now."

Idea 100% came off this meme im so sorry

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AHAHAH I LOVE THIS, It's funny and cute 🤚😭😭 poor Lester, being bullied by Bo. Glad you're there for em 😌🙌

Edit: I accidentally used the wrong Pronouns at first and I apologize. I have dyslexia and read FTM as MTF I greatly apologize homies. I think I fixed it all, though^^

FTM S/O protecting Lester when Bo's being Bitchy:

Warnings: Bo being slightly transphobic/using wrong pronouns(Lester corrects him/stands up for his s/o). Bo just being Bo, really.

Bo had had quite the attitude this week. Unable to take it out of victims as he usually did. Fooling with their emotions, yelling and degrading them. Or even just physically harming them. It was how he unleashed his pent up emotions. So without anyone around to do that on, Vincent and Lester often fell victim to his crimes.

You hadn't witnessed him yell or even hurt his brothers yet. You always figured he was a family guy, and wouldn't treat his family badly. Especially since you rarely saw him during these moods, since Lester did his damnest to keep you away from his destruction.

"C'mon Lester, let me go to town with you. I haven't seen Vincent in over a week," you pleaded. You had befriended Vincent after Lester practically begged his brothers not to harm you. You should have been scared of the three boys, but the friends you came to the town with weren't really your friends anyways. So all in all, they saved you.

"C'mon suga', I told you I won't be long," he tried to push the idea away. Giving you a small smile. "I'm sure Jonesy will keep ya company." You folded your arms with a glare. This was ridiculous.

"Lester, I love ya, and I don't know what you're hiding from me in town, but I don't like it. Please just let me go," you asked again. Watching his smile fade a bit. A look of defeat on his face. Rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.

"It's Bo, he's got a bad attitude right now, don' want him hurttin' ya is all." You sighed, walking over to place your hands on his chest. Smiling sweetly up at him. "Lester, when doesn't Bo have an attitude? I just wanna go see Vincent while you help out the town. Then we can come right home, alrigh'?" You asked, cocking a brow. He couldn't say no to that. Smiling softly, leaning down to give your lips a peck.

"Alrigh', then let's go."

The ride there was quiet, though not awkward. It was never really awkward with him. His hand rested on your thigh. Thumb soothing over your skin. Hand sliding up here and there, giggling when you would push it back down or swat him away. "Lester behave," he'd just giggle, giving you a quick glance before looking back at the road. "Sorry, don't know how." You'd just roll your eyes with a small grin.

He pulled up to the town shortly after. Your short ride over as quick as it started. Lester taking your hand when you met him on the other side of the truck. Walking you up the road to let you go as you went to talk with Vincent for a while. Leaving Bo and Lester be.

Lester was supposed to be the one to come get you from Vincent. The two of you losing track of time as you hung out. Vincent going on about his art, certain new inspirations. While you gushed about the dumb things Lester's done recently, which had you both laughing.

"He hadn't let me come visit for a while 'cause of Bo. Does he really get mean with you guys?" Vincent froze up at the question. Nodding how head reluctantly. Unsure how you'd react. You let out a soft "oh," then it clicked. You left Lester alone with him. Your Lester, Bos baby brother, Lester.

You stood up with a jolt, Vincent standing just as quick. The action startling him. "I left Lester alone with him, what was I thinkin'" you shouted. Vincent trying to get you to stay. He didn't want you caught in Bo's cross fire, either. But it was no use, you were on a mission.

You and Vincent were soon at the mechanic shop. Lester and Bo in the front, arguing.

"Don't understand why you even bring her around!" Lester glared, face twisting up. "Him," he corrected, fists balling up. Knuckles turning white. You overheard him, standing up for you. It meant the world to you, it really did. A small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Sure, it pissed you off that Bo said that, but the fact that Lester stood up for you? That he showed his care for you in front of his brothers? That overpowered it all.

You approached, but Bo didn't see you. "Whatever, you're brainwashed! Whipped! They're poisoning our family and you know it, Lester!" He snapped shoving his brother. Which drew a line with you.

Lester was going in for it. You could tell he was going to fight, didn't matter if Bo was his brother. He was pissed. He had to bring you into this, so he was rolling up his sleeves.

You did the unexpected. Something Vincent nor Lester would do when Bo looked like he equally wanted to fight back. You got in between them. "Look, Lessie, I know you love me, but we really gotta get going," you told him. Bo making a few rancid comments that you could tell hurt Lester's feelings. Sure they hurt you, but you'd unfortunately heard most of them before, so you chose to not let them get to you.

Lester gasped when you lifted him off the ground. Something he always forgets you can do. Well, with your height and everything.

"Lester, you good for nothin'!-" "alright, you listen here, Bo, Lester is supposed to be your baby brother and you're supposed to love and appreciate him. It's not his fault you're pissy, so we're done here. Goodbye," and the two of you were off for the truck. Lester's arms and legs wrapped snug around you. His chin resting on your shoulder, a proud smile on his face. He loved it when you stood up for him, took charge. It made him feel safe. Feel good knowing you cared that much.

You said your goodbyes to Vincent before letting Lester down to climb in the truck. The two of you heading home, leaving your guys fowl emotions back in town.

"We should really take Vincent with us next time, he has to deal with it, too," you frowned, and Lester only shrugged. "Yeah, but at least he has all his hiding spots." Yeah, at least he could hide it out.

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Helloou, how are u? Hope you’re doing well 😊 Can i request some angst + fuffly ending with Neil Perry. Like reader has problems with their mother and like she doesn’t let them sing/ make music because she is against it? And reader tells Neil and he comforts reader! Sorry if this was too much. I loooove your writing, is really good💓

Hello! I love this idea, I wanted to write something like this for a while, so thank you!! I am doing well and I hope so are you!

Pairing: Neil Perry x reader

The reader pronouns: they/them

Words count: 1.2k

Warnings: reader's mom being negative about their dreams

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Repairing ruined dreams

The weather was bad since morning, it had been raining all day, but that didn't stop Y/n from doing what they usually did. Y/n had great passion for singing, so when they heard that a nearby cafe was looking for a singer, they applied immediately.

The previous singer had to resign from the job after being discovered by a music producer. It all seemed like a dream come true and Y/n hoped they'll end up like that too.

Each day was almost the same - Y/n hopped on the stage, sang a few songs, and got paid. Easy. Y/n hoped someday they'll have enough courage to sing their own song, because they had a few.

So far Y/n's job had been kept a secret, they haven't even told their friends. Something in Y/n was afraid that then also their mother would find out, which wouldn't be very great. The woman was very strict, she didn't want her child to become a singer.

One evening ruined everything.

With a smile on their face, Y/n walked off the stage. The applause was loud, it filled Y/n with happiness. They were doing the right thing, it was what they wanted to do forever. But among the amused faces of the Cafe's clients Y/n noticed their mother. The sight of the woman immediately wiped the happiness out of Y/n's body.

"Outside. Now." The woman mouthed to her child.

Y/n's smile was now replaced by a grimace of sadness or even worry. This couldn't be happening. Y/n put their whole soul in this job and now their mother was going to ruin it in seconds.

"Go on," Y/n said, "tell me how useless I am, tell me how stupid this is, tell me how-"

"Stop it!" The woman reprimanded. "I am really disappointed in you, Y/n."

"But this is who I am, this is what I love, this is what I wanna do."

"Don't be ridiculous. I put all my money into your education! Do you realize how much I paid for your school?"

"Do you realize how much money I made just today? Almost one hundred dollars. In only one evening."

Y/n took out a few banknotes out of their pocket. It wasn't much, but it was a lot considering they made it in just one evening.

"You don't need that much money," the woman snatched the banknotes with her hand. "I'm driving you back to your dorm. I don't wanna see you here ever again."

"Or what?"

"Oh, you don't wanna find that out. Get in the car, right now."

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It was dark outside when Y/n walked to their room. Chatter could be heard from the common room, but Y/n didn't want to go there. Being surrounded by so many people would be the last thing Y/n wanted in that moment.

Y/n therew themself on their bed. They were alone. Neil, their roommate, must have been in the common room.

Y/n's eyes wandered to their notebook, full of poems and songs. It was now all going to waste. Because what was Y/n supposed to do? They couldn't object to their mother. Her behavior was understandable. She wanted Y/n to be able to live the life she had dreamed of, but didn't manage to achieve. Even if it wasn't what Y/n wanted.

As Y/n started writing a new song in the depressing silence of the room, their eyes teared up. Tears were rolling down Y/n's face, some fell on the notebook, which caused the black ink to smudge.

Why write if it's useless anyway?, Y/n thought.

A moment later the notebook hit the door of the room with a loud thud. And then the door opened.

"Wow, why so aggressive?" Neil laughed, but changed his tone immediately after seeing Y/n. "What's wrong?"

It took Y/n a few seconds to get themself to talk. They took a deep breath as Neil sat next to them.

"Remember when you told me to go after my dreams?" Y/n asked. "I did. And my mother didn't like that."

"You did? What did you do that your mom didn't like?"

"You know I'm into singing, right? I got a job as a singer in a little coffee shop."

"So that's why you were disappearing almost every evening!"

"Yeah," Y/n chuckled. "People loved me. But mother didn't. She came there today and scolded me for doing it."

"I'm so sorry," Neil put an arm around Y/n and gave them a warm hug. "I know how it feels, not being appreciated by the person whose opinion you care about the most."

Y/n started fiddling with their fingers as their head leaned on Neil's shoulder. Y/n didn't want to cry anymore, because there was at least one person understanding what they're going through.

"Thank you a lot, Neil. For being here for me. You're a great friend."

A small smile Y/n couldn't see danced on the boy's lips. "I know a place where you can do what you love and your mother won't find out."

"What are you talking about? She said I can't or- well, actually I don't know what will happen otherwise, but I don't wanna risk it."

"Don't worry, it'll be just us and a few other friends. You know Charlie, Todd, Knox, Pitts, Meeks and Cameron."

Y/n cluelessly stared at Neil. What was he talking about?

"Three words," he continued, "Dead Poets Society. Do you wanna be a part of it? You'll be able to express yourself, sing your songs to us. I bet Charlie would agree to play saxophone while you sing!"

"Are you being serious?"

It sounded perfect to Y/n, maybe too perfect to be true.

"Of course! There were a few meetings already, you can come with us to the one tonight."

"I'd love that!"

Neil didn't lie, Dead Poets Society was something Y/n needed. Maybe they weren't getting any money, but Y/n felt so appreciated, so understood. They were among people who also had passion for art. Y/n's mother's words didn't matter anymore, because now Y/n was between people who would support them in everything they do.

"Honestly, I could listen to you singing all the time." Neil smiled at Y/n. "You're amazing."

"You think so?" Y/n felt their cheeks heat up.

"Yes! You really have a chance to become famous if you wanted to sing for bigger audiences in the future."

"Stop with the compliments or I'm gonna explode!" A chuckle escaped Y/n's mouth. "It's nice to forget for a moment that my mom doesn't support my dreams..."

Neil grabbed Y/n's hand in his and reassuringly slid his thumb on their knuckles. "We're here to support you, I will support you whatever you do, you're bigger than the fear of your mother's opinion."

To not break down in happy tears, Y/n hung their arms around Neil's neck. They stayed in a hug, in the middle of the woods on the way back to their dorms.

"So are you guys going or?" Charlie's voice ruined the comfortable silence.

"Yeah, we're going."

A bit after midnight, all the poets were back in their beds. Y/n fell asleep quickly and comfortably. Their dreams weren't completely lost.

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Tricky

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g - fluff, slighttttttt angst, suggestive

p - san x reader

w.c - 1.9k

t.w - san touching reader's naked body

c - san takes care of you when you get injured and are left all alone at home. the catch is? both of you obviously have feelings for each other but.....san

a.n - uusjsjjs this was requested through private message! im sorry it took so long lmao uh, this is just 1.9k of plotless words nothing will be solved by the end of the story so its almost like word vomit???

t.l - @closer-stars @jeongyunhoed @fairyofdusk

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"It's not funny," you snarled at the pink haired boy who seemed to be overly amused at this situation in which both your arms were put in slings. You had slipped over a puddle of water, and that had sent you flying down the small flight of stairs right outside the taekwondo dojang, resulting in two dislocated shoulders. San pressed his lips firmly into a tight line to stop the corners of them from quirking up. On one hand, he does feel really bad, but if he said you didn't look ridiculously hilarious right now, he'd be lying. "I wonder who was on the verge of tears earlier on."

"That's because you were in so much pain I felt so bad for having asked you over for a sparring session!" San defended himself, a small pout forming as he did so. "At least the body and shin guards saved you from breaking your bones."

Once the elevator reached your floor, San pressed on the button to hold them open while keeping a close eye on you as you slowly exited. You've never noticed how much arm or shoulder action happens when you walk, until now.

It was only when you stepped through your front door and noticed your roommate's house slippers still sitting on the bottom of the shoe rack do you remember that they were out on a business trip. Being alone at home right now wasn't an option for you when you couldn't do anything by yourself, but your roommate wouldn't be back till next week. You didn't want to burden any of your other friends so late in the night, you had no choice but to rely on San.

But things...are always a little trickier with him.

"I can only stay for tonight," San sighed as he placed his phone down on the coffee table. You don't know if it was a sigh of relief or one of frustration; he had pleaded over the phone for ten minutes. "But my manager said that they can send someone over to help you out for the next few days."

"It's alright, I'll ask Jimin for help tomorrow. If they aren't available, I'll let you know, yea?" San nods, though rather reluctantly. He trusts that you'll be able to take care of yourself, except physically for now at least.

San holds you by the waist to support you as you got up from the couch, keeping an arm wrapped around it as he brought you to the bathroom. "Please tell me you have a bathtub."

"I insisted on having one, glad it's finally of actual use."

"Oh yeah."

As you soaked in the warm bath that San had ran for you, you couldn't help but think of everything that has been happening between the two of you. The lingering touches, the jokes with double meanings, the way he gazes at you so softly, and the sudden tension that fills up the atmosphere following all those. San hasn't put a title over what this relationship was, and you've been too afraid to take the lead even though you knew that friends don't act like that towards one another. You didn't want to pressure him, he already has a lot on his plate. But he ought to give you an answer soon if he's about to see you in your most vulnerable state, right?

There comes another knock on the door, the tenth one in the whole duration of your bath. "I was being serious when I said don't try to act tough and do everything alone." The knocking continued on non-stop until you replied.

"You're an impatient one, aren't you?" You joked. "I'm done, I need help getting out."

"Not impatient, just worried." You hear his back leave the door for a moment as he stood up from the floor. And as politely as he could be while intruding into your private space, San pushed open the toilet door gently and stepped in after informing you first. You couldn't stop the giggle from escaping your throat when you took sight of him, his eyes shut close in consideration that you might not want him seeing you naked.

"Oh, you're laughing? At me?" San asked in disbelief as he pulled his arms that were searching for the wall back and rested his hands on his hips, a playful smile growing on his face. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you're cute," you cooed, much to his dismay.

"I'm not cute!" San argued, his eyes now open and glaring at you, still rather adorably. But before you could tease him any further, San practically stomped his way to the bathtub, leaning down to your eye level as his arms gripped onto the sides. "Don't mistake my manners for cuteness, I'm not." He said, almost with a growl, as he reached into the water and wrapped his strong arms around your torso, pulling you up so that you could stand. Taking pride in the way your eyes widened in surprise, San couldn't help but smirk before giving you a quick peck on your forehead. "You're cute."

Once he got you out of the bathtub, San tried his best to not look at your body as he dried you up with a towel while you stood there blankly, still at a complete loss for words. "You're so rude," you told San after finally able to process whatever just happened a minute ago. The boy merely raised his eyebrows, his lips pursed. "Taking advantage of my injuries to show off your strength when you know how I feel about it."

"Well, you're not stupid, you know how I feel about you. It's only normal I act cool a little," San replied nonchalantly but you could tell that he was too afraid to look you in the eye. "Come on, let's go get you dressed."

"Also, just thought that you should know...." San paused for a moment to make sure that you dried your feet properly on the mat before continuing. "I almost patted your bare ass earlier on." You can't even blame him. With how touchy he and his members are, you aren't even surprised that touching people's butt has become their second nature. But even then, he really didn't have to tell you.

"TMI dude."

San had been watching YouTube tutorials on how to put on shirts with a dislocated shoulder while waiting for you to wash up earlier on. You wouldn't have known either if he wasn't showing off all the knowledge that he had learnt less than half an hour ago by trying to convince you quite passionately, and with demonstrations, about why a dress shirt would be much easier to put on than a t-shirt, especially in your case.

"I will. I will wear dress shirts until my shoulders recover," you sighed heavily in defeat. "But just for tonight, can you help me with a t-shirt? I want to sleep comfortably even if it's just for tonight."

This time it was San's turn to sigh as he reached out to pinch your cheek. "I already told you that it will hurt."

"Make it not hurt then." You shook your head so that he would let go.

"Just sleep naked then," San mumbled under his breath but loud enough for you to hear, causing you to scowl at the boy. He catches your expression and sticks his tongue out at you. "Am I wrong?"

"T-shirt," you stated firmly, refusing to comply even when you knew San only had the best intentions for you in mind. You already don't think you could sleep with two injured shoulders, much less with your crush staying the night with you, and definitely even much lesser with an uncomfortable sleeping outfit. "Or I'll bite you." Those words becoming a reality became much more probable when his dimples makes an appearance once again, resembling the dent on a mochi when you press into it with a finger.

"I don't think that's a wise idea right now, maybe next time-" he gave you a gentle boop on the top of your nose with his finger-"now, your majesty, may I help you put on your gold thread shirt made from silk of the finest quality on so that both me and you can be spared from getting ourselves into a tricky situation?" If you could throw a punch at San right now, you would, but all you could do right now was to sit on the bed quietly and accept the teasing. And also whatever San was about to do to help you put on the shirt.

You wonder if it's too late to change your choice of clothing after San kneels down behind you on the bed, his chest and toned abdomen almost plastered onto your back as he reached over your shoulders to grab your forearms. "I need you to put your arms a little closer together, we'll have to try to get both through the sleeves together," he explained clearly and waited for your nod before he moved your arms as cautiously as he could, his eyes studying every twitch of your facial expression to check for discomfort or pain. "Tell me if it hurts okay? Don't act tough, I keep telling you that but please, please don't act tough."

All you could manage was a soft "mhm", your throat feeling too tight for proper words to come out of your mouth. You wonder if San, like how you could feel the warmth of his hands and body, could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks too. "I'm going to pull both sleeves up now, it may hurt a little," San warned, one hand coming up to pat your head affectionately before he gripped onto the sleeves again. Even with how gentle he was being, a wince still manages to escape from you, putting a pause on San's actions as he tilt his head to look at you. "I'm sorry, it will be over soon." You nodded, fully trusting him.

Though there were still a couple more times your shoulders hurt before the sleeves were fully through, the little apology he makes every time that happens comforts you, and also, makes your heart beats embarrassingly fast. Getting your head through the hole was a much easier feat and it didn't take long before your shirt was on.

San got off your bed to fetch his backpack and for a moment you thought that he was going to pull out the painkillers that you were prescribed with but instead, he took out two boxes of shoulder brace. "When did you even get that?" You asked, amused and touched at the same time. The shoulder slings the hospital had put you in was terribly uncomfortable and while the brace may not be way better, it was still better than the sling.

"When you were getting your x-ray done," San replied with a proud smile.

"Aw, I would give you a pat on your head if I could."

Upon hearing that, San practically shoved his pink hair into your face as he bent down. "You can kiss me on my head."

"I will bite you."

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