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Hello! Could I ask about scenario where The Joker has been very distant lately to Y/N always busy and almost never around her anymore which left reader very confused and upset. (((Now obviously he’s not cheating or anything like that he’s just too busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or something —but ohh well your insecurities get the best of you))). It’s been about good 3 months since she saw him he wasn’t replying to her texts and when you called him it always directed you to voicemails. It could be only two things he could’ve moved on from you or he is too damn busy to even pick up your calls…. So you decided to go on a date with some rando to push your feelings aside. Because at the same time, you couldn’t just sit around and wait for The Joker, that was just stupid. You aren’t even sure what’s going on?? It was exciting at first, in the heat of the moment because you were a bit attention-starved to be fair. But now as you’re getting ready you’re having second thoughts about it all and how risky it could be. Joker is a very very jealous and possessive man and he could be literally everywhere you knew he had his goons looming around you to make sure you’re safe. But you gulped those thoughts away and went out anyways. Well that was worst decision of your LIFE as long behold he found out …..now it’s up to you how you continue and interpret all this because I’m really bad at it (sooo sorry) he either ruins the date or is waiting for reader at her apartment….literally however you want it you can even change some stuff in the middle I really don’t mind 🙏🙏 I just need more jealous joker in my life (I have serious issues) it could be angst fluff smut🤭🤭🤭🤭or even everything as I said I really don’t mind. Thank youuuuu✨💕🪷

His Lighthouse: J Stands for Jealous (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

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Did someone ask for some Jealous!Joker wayy back on Sept 5th? I come bearing gifts with an unexpected twist!! 🤧 please don’t hate me anon if you don't like it!

Get ready for some angst, fluff, and of course Jealous!Joker but not in the way you think... I won't lie this was a tricky request to fill but in the end, I went a different route with jealousy! I hope you enjoy! 🖤✨

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The number you have dialed has a voicemail box that has not been set up yet. Please try calling again later.

You groaned in frustration and tossed your phone on the bed. If your hair wasn't up in protective braids you would've ran your hands through your hair. When did it get like this? Calling, waiting up, and wishing for a smidgen of communication from Joker– only to receive absolute silence?

Joker being distant was putting things mildly. He had up and ghosted you.

One night you were kissing him goodbye and the next GCN reported that Joker had gone M.I.A. Funny how he was seen two days later shooting at Batman's tank of a car down Dini Hwy but sure.. Joker was 'missing.'

Joker was actively terrorizing Gotham City streets, he was only M.I.A from your life. A part of you wanted to create a missing person's report but that wouldn't end well.

The entire GCPD force would be breaking down your door by the time you uttered, "Yes, I haven't seen my boyfriend, The Joker, in months."

You weren't quite sure who put a label on this ill fated relationship but the minute it was established, everything started to fall apart.

You would lie awake at night thinking about the downfall to you and Joker's relationship. Maybe you should have been content with the uncertainty and kept things vague. Not knowing where you stood with the infamous clown— but still together, was better than a missing boyfriend and an empty bed.

You found yourself watching the news like a drug addict trying to catch a glimpse of your man to make sure he was alive and well.

Perhaps he was just busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or whatever he does when he's out messing with Batman. You couldn't bear the thought of Joker cheating on you.

If Joker was cheating on you with Batman, you'd kill your self with a spoon but J really wanted the vigilante dead so you breathed a bit easy on that front.

That didn't stop you from freaking out anytime Joker grabbed a female on live tv. You watched with an envious eye for any inkling of Joker being attracted to her. Killing the poor girl put your mind at ease but then you'd feel awful for your lack of remorse. For now Joker had eyes only for you. But how long would that last was the burning question.

It became a vicious cycle of waiting for Joker to come home, calling his cell, it going to voicemail, or him straight up ignoring your texts, to crawling into bed and trying not to cry about it. But you couldn't deny the inevitable.

Joker abandoned you and you weren't some heartbroken blonde in an early 2000's romcom.

You refused to cry and mope around the penthouse. You would not stoop to eating buckets of ice cream and gorging on assorted candies to overcome your heartache.

You happened to be a young, sexy, and intelligent woman of color with access to online dating apps! There were plenty of eligible men in Gotham who would kill to be with you.

You can and would move on. Screw Joker and his inability to provide basic necessities in a relationship. Being present was a requirement!

Your hurt feelings morphed into petty vengeance and you snatched your phone from where you tossed it earlier in a blind rage.

Your thumb hovered over Bruce's profile until you sighed and scrolled past it. No matter how much you wanted to rebound date anyone to get over Joker, Bruce didn't deserve your toxic energy.

So you kept scrolling until you found the DO NOT CALL EVER AGAIN and the GURL HAVE YOU NO STANDARDS contacts. You should have deleted these contacts ages ago but you simply forgot.

You almost hit the dial icon on one of them until you swore you heard the front door slam shut– but alas it was just your broken heart playing tricks on you.

Joker wasn't coming back and you had to accept that to move on. Your thumb hovered over one of your past tinder hookups.

"This is stupid! Just call the number, Y/n. If he answers, then flirt! He's a classic tool, he definitely won't care if this is only a one night stand. Get what you need from him and onto the next one!"

Your pep talk was good but you just couldn't commit. Even after Joker left you high and dry, it felt wrong to move on.

You threw your head back and groaned at the ceiling.

Why did you have to love Joker so much?! You still clung to the possibility of him returning and loving you unconditionally but that was a fool's dream.

"He's gone Y/n. Maybe a walk will help clear my head and do me some good." It seemed to be a tried and true coping mechanism whenever your head was in a tizzy. It's what got you in this relationship in the first place.

You went out to clear your head and met Joker that fateful night. If the chance rose to go back in time and avoid meeting Joker, you'd hesitate to do so.

He gave you so many fond memories. You couldn't erase that even if it saved yourself from heartbreak now.

You donned some good walking shoes that matched your current outfit and headed down to the ground floor.

It was a beautiful morning and you let your mind disconnect to breathe in some fresh air. This is what you needed. Some time spent outside and not cooped up in your depressing apartment thinking about your failed relationship.

You felt more like yourself already the longer you stayed out.

You were mindless during your wandering and you didn't notice your surroundings until strong hands grabbed and yanked you back onto the sidewalk.

You yelped at the unexpected rescue and tuned out the honking and the slew of curses a taxi driver shouted at you through his window.

What did your carelessness cause this time? You were using the designated crosswalk and you had the right of way, so what gives?

Your eyes followed the bulky arms still holding you, up to a handsome face animated in concern. It was then you noticed the guy who saved you was talking.

"—be more careful! These taxi drivers don't yield to pedestrians anymore. Hey.. are you listening to me?" He eyed you up and down, mostly in concern but admiring your beauty all the while.

You were doing the same. A ray of sunlight beamed down and highlighted your hero's honey brown eyes and you blinked in awe at his model-like features staring at you.

Finally someone was giving you attention and the man was drop dead gorgeous. Who could blame your brain for malfunctioning?

He smirked at your lack of response and flashed his pristine teeth your way. He was checking off all of your requirements for a potential partner so far or perhaps your standards were just at an all time low. A flaw of your separation anxiety no doubt.

Joker was the last thing on your mind when this man was in front of you giving you attention.

"Uh sure.. um.. T-Thank you." You said after a few beats of awkward silence.

"Don't thank me just yet. I gotta say, I'm thinking impure thoughts about you." He said.

You quirked an eyebrow at his brute honesty although his baritone voice made you forget in an instant. You were a sucker for a sexy voice and much to your delight, he kept talking.

"Sorry, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? Because d__n. You are."

Another checkmark on the 'yup he's datable list.'

What were the odds of someone as attractive as him showing you affection ever again? You were lonelier than ever before and quite frankly you were ready to risk it all for an ounce of attention.

You ducked your head to hide your smile and he wanted nothing more to tilt your chin up and see it in all its glory.

Your smile was so radiant, he was a goner at a mere glimpse.

"I'd love to know your name, your number.." He sucked his teeth and admired your beauty, "your favorite position in bed..."

He probably meant to say that last part more so to himself but you still heard it.

You had to pump the brakes on that one. "Easy there.. At least take me out to dinner before you slut me out." You laughed in jest but he leaned into your personal space, taking your words seriously.

"Oh bet? What're doing later?"

Wait, that pickup line actually worked? You were so out of practice.

You shielded the sun from your eyes and stared up at your newfound crush. He was waiting for a response with a flirtatious grin etched on his face. So you gave him an answer.

"You tell me. What do you have in mind?" You flashed him another smile that rivaled the sun.

He chuckled and subtly moved so he blocked the sun rays for you. A small gesture that you instantly noticed. He was tall but not overly so like Joker. You hated your brain for comparing this new guy to your estranged clown but you couldn't help it.

Would this be a new habit; comparing insanity to normal? You really missed Joker..

"Confident and sexy. I like that. How about..." The guy dug inside his pockets and procured a business card. He clicked a pen and jotted something down on it before handing it to you.

You were so caught up in his charm that you didn't acknowledge his attire.

He was dressed for the office with his dress shirt folded up to his forearms, showing off veins that made you swoon, and a hint of ink crawling up his bicep. The writer in you was having a seizure.

He was the perfect sexy corporate alpha male and he locked down the troupe by handing you his business card with a wink.

"Get home safely, call or text me– whichever you prefer sunshine, and we'll make plans for tonight. Sounds good?" He waited until you read the embossed cardstock in your hand.

Tristan J. Price. | Marketing | Court OwlHouse Books

You knew the publishing company personally. They presented you a nice offer before Cindy counter offered with a contract that you couldn't refuse. You pocketed his phone number and nodded.

"Yeah, it sounds great! I don't have a card but um.. my name's Y/n." You played with one of your braids and went for it. "I'll call you later, Tristan."

He tested your name on his lips. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I look forward to it."

You gave him a small wave and began walking back the way you came. Something told you to look back and sure enough, Tristan was watching you leave, biting his lip. He had no shame at being caught. His smile just grew bigger as he sent another wink your way.

A whirlwind of butterflies were going crazy in your stomach. You finally had options besides Joker for a partner. Things were looking up for once after all these months spent alone.

You flushed in embarrassment and turned the corner– not once noticing your undercover security detail watching your every move and reporting in.

Above all, Tristan was a gentleman and a shameless flirt.

You didn't waste time and called him the second you got home. He was more than pleased with your eagerness.

"I'm glad you're home safe, sunshine. Now let's talk business. Any allergies I need to be aware of? I really want to go all out and take you somewhere nice. You are definitely worth maxing my credit card."

You laughed and tried not to let the nickname used get to you.

A subconscious part of you was still Joker's Light, his Bunny, and every other pet name in between. You had no business being someone's sunshine. It felt like you were betraying Joker.

Talking and flirting with someone else was an act of betrayal and you began to have second thoughts about all of this.

"Girl! Joker has clearly moved on! Get over him and let Tristan bend you over!" Your mini devil appeared on your coffee table and tried setting you straight.

She enlisted help from her arch nemesis and you were shocked when your figurative angel materialized next to her, nodding along.

"She has a point Y/n. It's been months. It's time to move on although.. I suggest taking this slow so no bending on the first date." She glared at your imaginary devil in disdain.

Tristan stole your attention when he asked if you had been to a certain restaurant. You totally forgot you were on the phone with him! You were quick to reply and shake your head clear of any imaginary angel and devils talking to you.

You and Tristan talked all afternoon and at one point you asked if you were keeping him from work.

"Technically I'm on a very important conference call Y/n.."

You could see his flirtatious smirk over the phone and your heart warmed knowing you were important enough to take up his entire day.

You didn't mind the long conversation since you've been alone for months and needed human interaction. You honestly didn't care that things were progressing way too quickly with Tristan. It beat moping around with a broken heart and wishing for Joker to return.

Tristan was a breath of fresh air and offered you a new start in your dating life. You were ready to jump all in even if it was risky.

You nodded and answered his question. "Yeah Σtella is perfect. Will you make the reservations for us or let me guess. You know a friend of a friend that can get us a table on short notice?"

He laughed to himself but mentioned he did have connections, 'None like that I'm afraid.'

You could tell the connections were nothing nefarious since Tristan didn't have a single criminal bone in his body. After being around Joker for so long you could single out people's evil intentions. It was one of the many habits you had to quit cold turkey.

It would take some time to purge Joker from your life but you had to. He abandoned you and you couldn't dwell on it anymore.

Tristan ended the call to make the dinner reservations. He offered to pick you up but you politely declined.

Something told you it was best to keep him far away from the apartment until you knew for certain that Joker wasn't coming back. You were still optimistic that your dark clown would return and things would go back to normal but until then, you had to fend for yourself and take care of your own needs.

A black dress was selected from your closet with a low back. It would go great with your braids and the heels you already picked out. You spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready and desperately trying to shake off your cold feet.

Halfway through your glam session, Tristan texted you with a time and a suggestive line about saving room for dessert.

It made you flush red and make a split decision to change your underwear into something more racy.

If tonight was just dinner that was okay but if Tristan turned out to be a man of action and not just all talk, then you wanted to be prepared. You could be a slut for one night. It's secretly what you wanted.

You twirled in the mirror and liked what you saw. A strong confident woman moving on and taking the initiative.

You liked Tristan and he made it very clear that he liked you too despite just meeting earlier in the day. He wanted to see where this could go and you readily agreed being attention and touch-starved due to Joker's absence.

You were ready to date again but you did stop and consider the possibilities of Joker finding out.

Joker was very possessive and he had eyes and ears all over Gotham City. It would be nothing for him to find out you were going on a date but his actions as of late showed that he didn't care anymore. Joker ignored your numerous phone calls and texts.

Each one went unanswered. It was safe to say you were single now so you would act accordingly.

But with all the guesswork floating in the air, you weren't going to think about Joker tonight. He was banned from your mind. Tonight you were going to have fun and enjoy yourself with another man and begin anew.

Tonight was about you and your needs. If Joker couldn't provide, you'd go out and find someone who could. You kept that thought in mind all the way to the restaurant.

"I still think that waiter was staring at you too much. I get it, you are stunning– d__n, this dress will be the death of me– but my brother. She's on a date with me. I'm the luckiest man alive!"

You tried your best to ignore his happiness and keep things cordial. The two of you had come to a stop at the main entrance to your apartment complex.

"This is me." You pointed to the locked door.

Tristan admired the tall white building with a nod but there was an awkward air floating between the two of you. You just wanted to go home, Tristan was expecting more from the date.

Unfortunately Tristan was terrible at reading your body language. Or maybe you were just a good actress.

"Y/n did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" It was a lame excuse to stay in your presence a little bit longer. You awkwardly laughed and dodged his hand reaching up to hold your cheek.

By all accounts dinner was textbook perfect. Tristan was ever the gentleman all night but his eyes were anything but. He listened to you talk and sprinkled in his opinions all the while complimenting you as a person.

There was a connection between the two of you and he made sure the conversation kept flowing to allow that spark to grow. Yet his eyes devoured you as if you were the main course and gave away his true intentions.

You wished his lust could ignite a flame within you; it didn't.

The food was amazing and you lost the fight on who would foot the bill. Tristan simply winked and said you could pay next time.

He was so confident that there would be a next time, you found yourself almost agreeing on another date. Everything was just so natural with Tristan. Normal was... nice but you longed for the unpredictable insanity that Joker brought to the table.

You shook your head in frustration. No matter how much you tried to forget about Joker, he was always in the corner of your mind, bearing down with his larger than life presence.

Even in the restaurant you felt like he was watching your every move.

You knew Joker's stretch of power knew no bounds. Your stomach was in knots at the thought of being discovered. Joker's goons could be anywhere; Joker himself could be seated at any of these tables ready to ruin your date, kill everyone in the vicinity, and drag you back home.

The possibilities were endless and before you knew it, you were in the early stages of a panic attack until Tristan cupped your cheek and distracted you.

Tristan was right there with his suave demeanor and sultry smirks.

"You okay sunshine? I hope you're not having second thoughts about the chef's choice. If you don't like it, you can always order something else." He smiled in the low lit room.

Any girl would fall head over heels for a man like Tristan. He was attractive, successful, and he had an air about him that was alluring. He was the perfect man, that is, if you liked boring.

Joker spoiled you for other men. You could never go back to charming businessmen or witty accountants.

You didn't want someone you could bring home to Mom. You were hooked on grease paint, cigarettes, heartache, and dark clowns that blew up hospitals for fun.

It was either before the main course or after one of Tristan's stories about his latest project that you realized, this wasn't going to work.

You smiled through the date out of respect and waited until he walked you home to let him down softly.

Tristan was a great guy, just not for you. Even worse, the guy was oblivious to the fact that you weren't interested anymore.

He was unfazed by your change in demeanor and flicked a wayward braid back over your shoulder. "I'll tell you again, you are gorgeous. I'm kinda tempted to take this dress off and see what's underneath. I bet she's beautiful too."

He moved in to hug you while you stiffened up in his arms. His attempts at flirting were now trashy and rude in your mind.

You didn't want Tristan anymore. You wanted Joker's warm arms holding you close— although you felt awful for still craving Tristan's attention. It was all you had. Could beggars be choosers?

Your hands wrapped around your date against your better judgment. You'd regret this later for sure. Your eyes wandered around the area as you berated yourself for stringing Tristan along.

Hugging him back went against your plans of kicking him to the curb and going upstairs to sleep off this terrible date. Your big citygirl plans of moving on were all for naught and you wasted perfectly good lingerie for a lame rebound date.

The street lights were on and oddly enough, it was just you and Tristan on the street.

The area usually had foot traffic even at such a late hour but it didn't register in your brain as odd. It was only when Tristan's hands moved to cup your backside that you locked eyes with a figure across the way.

He had a hood on but you saw him shaking his head at you in disappointment.

He lifted his head and your eyes widened seeing the familiar clown mask Joker always left lying around the penthouse after heists. That's when dread settled in your stomach.

You forgot Joker had eyes and ears everywhere. How could you be so stupid? He never left. You yelped and pushed Tristan away.

"Woah! Is everything okay, sunshine?" Tristan held up his hands while you began to hyperventilate on the sidewalk.

You didn't imagine things. Joker was still in your life. He was the most jealous man you ever met and you did the unthinkable and gave him a reason to be angry. You weren't safe. Tristan's life was in danger.

"I-It's not safe. I-I-I have to go..." You rambled on.

Tristan arched an eyebrow as you stumbled over your words. He couldn't understand a word you were saying but he knew all too well what was going on here.

"I get it." He smiled and gained your attention with his calm attitude. "I got competition, I'm not surprised. I mean look at you! You are... something else." He frowned when you continued to look away.

He hoped he wasn't being too forward but he felt the spark between the two of you.

Tristan leaned down and kissed you on the lips. It was passionate and sweet, a tad bit addictive but you were too mortified to acknowledge that aspect.

"Have a good night, Y/n. I'll text you later." Tristan gave you one more glance and walked away, leaving you frozen in place.

Tristan had it all wrong. There was no competition however he just signed his death certificate kissing you just then.

You were worried about your psychopathic, jealous boyfriend killing Tristan and then you for cheating. Joker had explicit rules. No one touches what's his.

Not only did you go on a date with someone else, you let that same man kiss you. You knew exactly what was in store for you.

Your eyes darted back across the street where you last saw the goon. They were gone and that sent icy cold fear in your veins. It was only a matter of time that Joker found out about your little tryst.

You were counting the days to your death.

You couldn't sleep to save your life.

It had something to do with the fact that you tossed and turned, gave up and paced the room back and forth, sat up expecting a phone call, text, heck; even a visit from your jealous clown all night. But nothing came. Surely your security detail had already reported his findings to Joker.

If you opened a dictionary and searched for Jealousy, a picture of Joker would be present. It was only a matter of time before J flipped out. You kissed someone else. Joker would be livid.

The silent anticipation was the worst.

You chewed your nails to the quick expecting Joker to barge into your penthouse and go insane. Scared was an understatement. You were petrified of Joker's wrath.

For two days, you walked on eggshells expecting Joker's return. He didn't and as the days grew in number, you panicked all the more.

Tristan also ghosted your phone calls and texts and you mourned the potential romance you gave up all because you were spooked.

You didn't question what you saw that night. You knew Joker's gang mask by heart and Joker was overly protective for it to be some fluke. He made sure you had a security team to watch over you at all times, no matter the circumstances. He would find out soon enough what you done.

Waiting for Joker's arrival was driving you insane to the point that every little noise made you jump.

It was nearing a full week after your failed date when you gave up and lowered your guard. You cut your losses and decided to stop living in fear. A good nap could calm your nerves.

The remnants of the day were bleeding from the sky in warm pastels when you woke up. The room was quiet until the bathroom door opened and your eyes darted over in fear.

Joker was walking out the bathroom, already dressed in loose sweatpants and nothing else.

He was towel drying his hair but immediately locked eyes with your frightened ones once he stepped into the room.

Time stood still as your brain caught up with the moment. You weren't dreaming. Joker was actually here. You weren't ready to face him.

Granted this was not how you expected to reunite with Joker after three months of radio silence and especially not after your brief moment of infidelity.

"J-Joker... you're home." Was all you could gasp out.

He looked the same, albeit a bit fatigued. He was devoid of makeup, letting you see the pure exhaustion etched on his handsome features and the unmistakable hurt swirling in his vivid green eyes.

One look therein had you self aware. Of course Joker knew. Nothing got past him.

"Please, I-I-I can explain!! You were gone for months and I t-thought.. I thought you didn't want me anymore. That you moved on! I was such an idiot! I.. Joker that date meant nothing, regardless of what your henchman told you–"

Joker said your name with such a dejected tone it made the hairs on the back of your neck bristle. "Y/n, shut. Up."

Joker tossed his towel across the room and didn't care that it barely landed on the leather couch before falling to the floor.

He'd worry about that later. His Light was on the verge of hysterics and he was not in the mood.

Joker walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He sighed when you flinched from his touch but he cupped your brown face in his hands nonetheless.

"Y/n. Calm down and look at me." You slowly opened your eyes to glance at J. He was patiently waiting, blinking owlishly at you with an unreadable look.

You couldn't get a good read on Joker and that made you fear him more. Joker noticed and decided to go about this as plainly as possible to not scare you further. The last thing he wanted was you to fear him.

"I know about your... date. 'M not mad at you doll, rather.... at myself for allowing it to happen.Ya see.. I never wanted to leave." He sighed.

You blinked in confusion but let Joker continue.

"I didn't abandon you, Y/n. Never. I'll never do that. I got caught up in a errr.. pickle.. that kept me from my Light. I stayed away to protect you." Joker's thumbs gently stroked your cheekbones as you looked at him in shock.

His rare genuine smile spoke volumes. "It was toooo risky to come back soooo I stayed away. I tried to message ya but it was sabotaged and.... The point is Y/n! It was not my in-tent-ions to leave you all alone. I will always come back to my Light. Believe that pretty girl."

You felt like the biggest fool in all of Gotham. Joker was out risking his life to make it back to you and you gave up on him.

How was he not angry? It didn't make any sense.

"You weren't there. You were gone for months and I felt so alone. I was hurt and..." You tried not to get emotional but Joker's gentle touch and the way he stared straight into your soul with those abnormal green eyes of his was getting to you.

Joker's soothing touch had you breaking down in record time.

"I couldn't help myself! T-Tristan didn't mean anythi–"

In seconds, Joker's tender hold on you turned aggressive. His hands slid down to your throat and squeezed tight before you could finish your sentence. Your startled gasp rang out in the room.

"Don't.. ever say another man's name in front of me! I'll kill him. I'll do it. You. Are. Mine. You got that?" Joker waited until you croaked out a yes before loosening his grip. It was then you saw just how jealous Joker really was. His calm, cool, and collected attitude was all an act.

Underneath his exhaustion was the Jealous psychopath you knew and loved.

He sighed and let go to fuss over you. He smoothed your braids in place and nodded to himself when you were presentable and breathing properly. You were frozen in shock. He didn't even hesitate hurting you.

Joker's fluctuating mood was befitting his personality but it still made you wary. You eyed him sideways and Joker whined knowing you were thinking bad bad thoughts about him.

"M'sorry bunny I just... Argh! You just needed some attention, I. Get. It.. I'm not angry. I'm. Not. Hey.. ya wanna know a little secret?" You slowly nodded and Joker smiled wide before leaning in, almost as if he were to whisper in your ear.

"It was torture for me too. All those nights spent a-parT? Mmm I was thinkin' about you." His fingers played with yours resting in your lap.

"Really?" You asked.

Your mind quickly forgot about his random spurt of anger a moment prior, in favor of his suggestive tone at present. Joker was here and he was finally giving you attention. What more could you ask for?

He knew you loved his hands (and he knew you were touched-starved) and made sure to keep contact with you as he spoke.

"I missed my Princess and I knoooooow–" He yawned mid sentence, "..you missed me. C'mere, my Light. I wanna hold ya."

You hid your smile witnessing Joker be so unguarded and so unlike himself. You could tell he didn't sleep at all these past few months. Dark circles weighed down his gorgeous eyes and he literally made grabby hands at you. It was refreshing to know you weren't the only one touch-starved here.

Joker was the world's lightest sleeper. He could only sleep a full eight hours if he had his Bunny to cuddle up with. You had just woken up yourself but Joker needed his rest and he needed you.

You fell into his arms and he quickly maneuvered the both of you so he lied on the bed with you nestled on his side. You tossed your leg over Joker's hips and he held it there, rubbing his hands along your plushy thighs.

His hands became restless and began re-tracing all of your curves, (as if he could ever forget them in such a short amount of time) and came to a stop at the crown of your head. He hummed contently and left a kiss in your hair.

"I'm sorry you felt alone, Bunny. The plan wasn't supposed to take that long 'n especially not months. I can't promise I'll be able to return quickly, but I will always come back to my Light. Just... just don't give up on me, mkay?"

You nodded and glanced up at Joker. His eyes were closed, yet you knew his focus was solely on you. To prove your point, he opened his eyes and stared directly at you.

His emerald green eyes were drowsy but you could tell his words were sincere. His unique speech pattern was nonexistent the longer the conversation went. You had a raw and honest Joker lying beneath you.

So you decided to be honest in return.

"I promise, J. I won't give up on you. I only want you."

"Gooooood." He closed his eyes again and repositioned his head better on the pillows. "Cuz no one touches what's mine. Expect your uh.. punishment later." He yawned.

"What?!!" You tried to get up but Joker's arms tightened around you, keeping you lying atop of him. You wiggled in his grip and he growled in warning.

"J, I thought you said you weren't mad at me!"

He didn't see you pouting, however his hand still came down hard on your thigh. The sharp sting made you yelp in shock.

"I'm. Not. But ya still need to L-earn a lesson. My Bunny can't be sneakin' off and.. playing with others while I'm away. Tsk. Tsk. I'll uh f__k ya when I wake up. OH! You should rest too. Heh, you'll need your energy."

His warning hardly held any weight with the boyish grin plastered on his face. Without his clown makeup, Joker was a sight to behold.

You would prepare yourself for his tough love later. Right now you wanted to bask in Joker's presence. Three months was too long without him.

You snuggled up closer to your clown and began running your fingers through his hair. He loved when you did that. He was already snoring by the time you leaned up to kiss one of his scars.

"I'm just glad you're back." You whispered.

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evsstolenhearts · 4 months

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Summary: you end a peaceful patrol to go make jason rest

Jason Todd x Gn!Vigilante!Reader | 749 words | no y/n

Warnings: mild sickness, mentions of gangs, petty theives, ect. Nothing to crazy

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Standing on the roofs of Gotham, you can see everything. The city, despite the darkness that lurks in every corner, is beautiful. The lights from tall city buildings reflecting off windows, the sounds of the bustling streets, the moment of calm.

Your vigilante costume sits tight to your skin, hiding your identity from the many people out and about this late at night. Despite Gotham being one of the most dangerous city's in the world, the night life is forever endless. Gothamites never sleep it seems.

Your patrol has been pretty calm all night, Jason at home with a cold, Dick back in Büldhaven, Tim visiting the Kent's, Duke staying in to work on an essay, and everyone doing their own thing tonight. Small gangs and petty thiefs have been active, but it seems the routes have also taken a night off. Perhaps it's the freezing cold temperatures the city has recently encountered, or the heavy rain that has been on and off the past week.

As you finish your break, your comms get slightly hijacked, "seems your alone tonight." The voice is clearly Oracle.

"Seems you are too, all the other death defying idiots too busy to give you attention right now?" Your smile can be heard from your tone as you begin to move through the city.

Her laugh sounds through your ears, "very funny. Anyways, I want you to finish up. It's nearing the end of the night anyways, go home early."

Your feet stop moving on a differnet roof top at her tone, despite being light hearted as usual, it seems to have a serious undertone laced through it. "Is there a patrical reason for this bonus vacation time?"

"Redhood has called me three times. One to ask abt information on a case, which I didn't give him and told him to rest." While Oracle explains, you begin moving in a different direction, now aiming for home, "the other two times asking about you, were you are, how you are. If he calls me again in gonna block both your numbers."

"You underestimating us? I'm sure I could contact you even if you tried to get rid of me." You laugh, but definitely tense at the information. Jason has been out of commission for two nights in a row due to a horrible cold he got. You assume it's from the storm he was in the other day, mixing with the chemicals from Ivys plants, due to the area he was patrolling.

"Try me." Is all you hear before Oracle leaves you be. Once again leaving you to the ambiance of Gotham city.

You quickly make your way to your shared apartment. You climb up the fire escape and go through the open window, to see the lovely sight of your shirtless boyfriend.

On the couch, hunch over and man spreading, is Jason, in boxers and nothing else as he sorts through case files.

"Damn babe, it's fucking freezing in here." You take off your mask and shut and lock the window you came through, "no wonder you have a damn cold. You're never gonna get over it at this rate."

Jason hums in acknowledgment, still sorting through his files. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you go to the bedroom to change. Stripping out of your costume, throwing on warm and proper clothes, and cleaning yourself up a bit.

When you come back to the living room, Jason hasn't moved a bit.

"Jay?" You lean on the doorway and wait for a response, getting none. "Jason?" Again, nothing.

So, not feeling like dealing with him being defiant, you walk over to the couch where he sits, and stand between him and the coffee table, forcing him to look at you.

Jason finally looks up, eyes tired and red, skin slightly sweaty. "Hello." He finally says.

"You should be in bed." Your nails rake through his hair, slightly gross feelings but Jason is clearly enjoying it.

"I was working." His eyes flutter closed as he relaxes into your touch.

A small smile forms over your face as you move to cradle his face in your hands, "save work for later, you need mental and physical rest."

Jason opens his eyes to look up to you, "yeah, okay. Fine." Voice reluctant.

Walk him back to your shared bed, seeing him plop down and pass out almost immediately, you decide that everything else can wait, so you claw up with him and join him.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd #jason todd scenarios #jason todd oneshot #jason todd x gn!reader #jason todd x you #redhood x reader #red hood x reader #redhood #redhood x you #redhood imagine #redhood fluff #redhood scenerio

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missyandthemisfits · 10 months

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Nahoya ‘Smiley’ Kawata - Lockscreen

Nahoya Kawata x GN!Reader

!MATURE (18+) CONTENT!

A/N - He is bully, change my mind-

Synopsis: Sometimes, it really was hard to keep things casual.

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Everything started out on a fantastic note.

They were busy working on their art, searching for their next big break while part-timing at a bookstore – He was busy apprenticing at the ramen shop with his brother, toggling between that and Toman regularly. Neither of them had time for anything even resembling a normal, healthy relationship. That said, there was definitely an attraction, charged tension in the air with every interaction between them.

So, they did what anyone would in that situation – meet on occasion, somewhere between the late night and early morning usually, and take out whatever stressors had built up since last they met on the other’s body. It was rare, but every so often they’d actually talk – always after the deed was done – about life, about their fears, about their dreams and aspirations. So essentially, after a while anyway, it was like having a partner – one without all the pressures of the actual label.

It was quite nice.

Arms folded behind his head, Nahoya sighed contentedly, satisfied and completely emptied out. The sound of his steaming shower was all he heard when a text came through on (Name)’s phone, lighting up the screen. His satisfied grin soon turned into chuckles, then to laughter. A confused (Name) shut off the water, carefully ringing the water from their hair before draping a towel over their nude form, making their way back into his spacious bedroom with a raised brow.

“Something funny?” He laughed harder, waiting until it slowly died down into chuckles before holding up the (favorite color) device.

“Yo, am I your lockscreen?” They looked completely mortified, clambering over the smiley 19-year-old as he proceeded to hold it just out of reach-

“You weren’t supposed to see that!”

As the pair continued to wrestle, Nahoya felt a certain twinge in his heart at the exchange. Maybe he wasn’t ready to pursue anything serious yet, but he would damn sure be lying if he said he wasn’t getting closer to that possibility everyday.

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#gender nuetral reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #nahoya x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #nahoya x you #smiley x reader #nahoya smut #nahoya kawata #he is a relentless tease #But might be feelin you tho #gn reader #honey lemon

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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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I shouldn't love you, yet here we are (Joel Miller x reader) – part 2

Summary: Joel warns Tommy who makes a decision about the two of you, and it's Joel who has to explain himself in the end.

Note: This is gonna be a series with shorter and longer chapters. This is a shorter one. / I take full responsibility for mistakes and typos and stuff. I didn't proofread it. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

part 1 / part 3

Warnings: afab!reader (will be relevant in later chapters), dbf!Joel, age gap (reader is around 30, Joel is in his early 40s), no outbreak, I fucked with time and this takes place a few years after the beginning of the game, not the series. (So it's the mid/late-2010s)

“So this will be a date tomorrow?” Joel asked when he joined his brother in the kitchen after the barbecue party.

Tommy’s lips curled into a smile as he nodded. “Yeah, it’s great, right? She’s nice, funny, absolutely gorgeous, and she’s also smart. What more could I ask for?”

Letting out a sigh, Joel leaned against the wall and folded his arms over his chest. He had known Tommy better than anyone, he knew what he was like with women. You were the daughter of his best friend from the neighborhood, he couldn’t just sit back and watch him break your heart.

“Do you think it could be something serious between you?”

His brother thought about the answer, the look on his face giving away that he wasn’t too sure about that. And just as Joel expected, he let out a groan and said, “I don’t know. I think we would have fun, though. Isn’t that enough for now?”

“She’s serious about this, Tommy. She really likes you,” he replied. “Don’t do this if you’re not sure about your future together, that’s all I’m saying.”

Joel watched as he nodded and clearly thought about his words. It’s not that he wanted to ruin his brother’s fun, he just wanted to protect you. As much as he hated the thought, he had grown fond of you over the years, and so he just didn’t want Tommy to play his stupid games with you.

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“Listen, can we talk?” Tommy asked nervously when you arrived at Joel's house the next morning.

He was waiting for you outside, catching you before you could even go inside. There was something about his tone that you didn’t like, something that foreshadowed bad news. Your chest tightened from the stress, and you could barely hold yourself together as you listened to him.

Apparently he thought about this date all night, eventually coming to the conclusion that he didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

“I’m sorry, I really am,” he said. “I told Joel about this and Sarah overheard it. She was mad at me and said she would rather have you going with them, not me. So yeah, I’ll just stay here today. Try to have fun.”

With that he walked to his car and drove off, leaving you standing there with a blank expression. You had no idea how much time had passed, but you were pulled out of your thoughts by Joel who came out to you at one point.

“You okay?” he asked quietly. You nodded after hesitating for a second. “That’s what I warned you about last night. Come on in, I’ll get you a cup of coffee.”

“I’m not sure I want to go with you and Sarah. I’m not really in the mood,” you told Joel as you looked up at him.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into a half-hug. “Sarah would be happy if you came with us. Maybe it could avert your thoughts.”

“Okay, fine.”

The two of you made your way into the house where you were greeted by Sarah who seemed extra cautious with you. She knew about what had just happened which explained her behavior. Then everything changed all of a sudden and she came over to hug you.

She told you she wished you and Tommy would finally end up together, and that she was mad at her uncle for pushing you away like this after getting your hopes up the night before. You assured her that things like this happen and it was okay, even though you couldn’t honestly think this way. It hurt you badly and all you wanted to do was lie on the couch and cry your eyes out.

“Do you even want to go out today? I’m sure it would cheer you up, but if you’d rather stay here, we could just as well go watch a movie or something,” she said with a supportive smile.

You tended to forget how mature she was despite being only seventeen, but she had been through her first heartbreak over a year ago, so she knew how bad you must have felt right now. “I already told your dad that I’m going, don’t worry about me,” you assured her.

“Or,” she began slowly, “we could have a girls’ day. You know, like getting our nails done maybe.”

“Just say you’d rather do that instead of hanging out with me. I swear I won’t be offended,” Joel told her with a laugh.

“It’s not like that.” Her father gave her a knowing look which made him let out a groan. “Okay, fine, I want to gossip,” she admitted.

Joel glanced over at you with a raised eyebrow, expecting you to make the final decision. After thinking some, you eventually agreed to spend the day with Sarah. The two of you planned out the entire day, leaving her father alone for most of the day while you were out having fun.

It turned out to be a good decision because you had a lot of fun with her, and eventually forgot about Tommy’s decision not to pursue a relationship with you. You made it back to the Miller household around five, but while your plan was to drop Sarah off then go home, Joel came out to the car to talk to you.

With a sigh, you got out of the car and leaned against its side while you waited for him to reach you. “New hairstyle?” he asked with a smile, and you nodded in response. “It suits you.”

Awkward silence fell between you. You knew there was something he wanted to tell you, but for some reason he didn’t want to speak up. As you took a better look at him, you noticed the same strange look in his eyes you had seen the day before every time he looked at you.

After what felt like an eternity, Joel took a deep breath to prepare himself, then said, “It’s on me, you know. I talked to Tommy last night and told him to cancel the date if he wasn’t serious about you.

You had no idea why he told you that. At first you were angry, so you put your hands on his chest and pushed him back, but at the same time tears began to fill your eyes, and somehow you ended up nestling your face into the nape of Joel’s neck as you cried.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I didn’t want him to break your heart after being with you for a few weeks,” he explained while his hand rubbed your back.

“Maybe he would have changed if–”

“He wouldn’t have canceled the date if that was the case,” he interrupted you as he leaned back and looked down at you. “I know it’s bad now, but it’ll get better. Go home and get some sleep.”

Nodding, you wiped your tears away with the sleeve of your shirt. He was right, you only needed to get some sleep. After saying good night, you walked back to your parents’ house to gather your things, then drove home to fall into your bed and cry some more.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #tlou #tommy miller #sarah miller

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onboardsorasora · 9 months

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Haven't had a whole lot of time to write lately, but I really wanted to hammer out a little update on these two idiots (affectionate). Moar Tennis AU!

Part 1 | Part 11 | Part 13

Part 12! - Figured a change in POV would be fun for this

Blake sighed and looked despondently over to an equally over it Mike. At least he had a partner in this chaos. Because clearly he was put here on this earth in this moment to suffer.

Another breathless giggle punctuated the air and Blake watched as two grown men, two world class athletes at the top of their game in their respective sport giggle at dick jokes on a tennis court.

“You’re kidding me, that wasn’t even funny.” Blake complained, reaching an exasperated arm out to point out the problem just in case Micheal forgot or wasn’t paying attention. The roll of his eyes was all Blake needed.

The problems in question were on their knees in the service box, giggling so hard that they couldn’t breathe. To be fair, Blake expected this from Daniel. Daniel could hear the wind blow differently and start a chortle, sometimes (only sometimes) Blake wondered what went on between those ears. The mop of curls and bright smile disguised that the current world number one only had two modes; tennis and….whatever the fuck this was.

When they met Max, he seemed like a very straightforward fellow. Serious mostly, but clearly genial when he was ready. Unfortunately, he hadn’t anticipated that Max was truly the same brand of stupid. None of them did really.

Scotty didn’t warn them, Mark didn’t warn them. Hell, Christian could have said something. But no… everyone said them getting together was a good thing and everyone noticed how happy they both were. Apparently Max was a lot more agreeable on the track some days, and less snappish with media on others. And that was great, truly it was. Honestly, Blake was happy for them.

But did no one care that for that to be a thing and a benefit, Blake had to put up with……..this?!

Micheal looked over unhelpfully, they watched from the covered benches, figuring it was best to just let them tire themselves out like toddlers. It was summer break for Formula 1, and tennis also had a bit of a break going as well. But Wimbledon was around the corner, so there wasn’t that much time to fuck around.

But Max had invited them all on vacation to a resort off the coast of Italy, as both a way to congratulate Daniel and his team for Daniel winning Roland Garros, taking home the whole thing. And also as a way for them to all relax a bit before everything started up again.

Daniel had been all too happy to flex his rudimentary Italian muscles. Blake had drank that first night to forget the heated look in Max’s eyes at hearing his boyfriend hold a conversation with an older lady in a different language. Apparently, that did it for him, who knew.

They spent the first two days chilling and partying and generally having a great time. That ultimately led them here, at the tennis court of the resort because dumb and dumber thought it was a great idea that Daniel teach Max how to play tennis. There wasn’t much teaching or tennis happening, between the groping and giggling. It was like watching two teenagers poorly try to hide that they were sexually aware.

They haven’t even started drinking for the day yet and Blake felt like he already needed several shots. He wasn’t a babysitter damnit.

“What do you want me to do again?” Max called across the court, they seemed to be controlling themselves again.

“Just stand there and when I do this, you try to hit it back.” Daniel called back, mimicking a serve.

Max nodded, face focused. “Got it!”

They were quiet for a moment while Daniel presumably tried to regulate his serve to not actually kill or hurt Max when

“My name’s Jeff!” Max called out in a weird accent. The noise that Daniel released could only be constituted as a squawk, before he crumpled to the ground in tears. Again.

“The dick cannot be that good.” Michael muttered, which made Blake snort. He was massaging the bridge of his nose, not that it helped in any way, but it was useful to keep him from going over and strangling his friend slash client.

He cannot possibly suffer through any more of this. He wasn’t getting paid enough to. He wasn’t a babysitter, damnit!

“Hola todos!” Daniel screeched, which sent Max into another tizzy.

Michael and Blake released twin sighs of exasperation. They were totally babysitters because these grown ass men were children.

#maxiel #max/daniel #tennis player!dan #tennis!dan #tennis au #mv33 #dr3 #333 #3303

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just-jordie-things · 2 years

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gojo's sweetheart - gojo satoru

word count: 5.8k warnings: actually none? summary: roommate au + friends with secret feelings all in one a/n: this is a very random little fic, i just wanted to write for gojo and this is what came out

When she had agreed to move in with him, they’d promised it was just because it was obviously easier to have a roommate in this climate. (y/n) was too afraid to live on her own these days, and rent wasn’t exactly cheap, so having a roommate benefited her in many ways.

Not to mention he was rarely home, a workaholic with a god complex, her roommate was always out late at night and into the early hours of the morning. She seldom saw him, but she knew he was there, and that was enough of a comfort for her.

When they did cross paths, it was usually in the mornings, before they would head off to work. It was nice, they were friends after all, so spending some time together was always a treat. Even if he could get under her skin sometimes.

But the hardest part of it all, was having to watch him go through motions of his emotionally taxing job. (Physically, not so much, as her roommate was fairly muscular and rarely ever had a scratch on him).

This, however, took the cake. Of all the stressful situations he’s put her through, just from telling her about his days, or having to protect her because something was out to get her in order to get to him, this was the worst of it all.

When she’d walked into the apartment, her keys still in hand, she hadn’t expected him to be home. After all, it was nine o’clock in the evening, and she usually didn’t hear him creep into the house until three or four in the morning.

“Welcome home, sweetheart!”

The teasing lilt in Gojo Satoru’s voice almost never ceased around her. He was such a weird funny guy that (y/n) had gotten used to what he really meant when he was covering something up with sarcasm and jokes.

Like right now, she knew he was hiding something. From his tone of voice alone, she knew that he had something to tell her- and he knew she wasn’t going to like it.

Satoru wasn’t very good at being serious. But especially not with her. He never wanted to let her down, and always wanted to keep the environment around them light and happy. (y/n) knew this, and knew that there was no changing this side of him. (There was no chance in changing anything about him, actually)

Not to mention, he always called her sweetheart when something was wrong. Of all the petnames he’d jokingly started using since they’d moved in together, sweetheart was reserved for sincerity.

He’d use it if she had a bad day and needed comfort, or in passing in the mornings, or like now, when something had gone wrong.

As she walked in, following his voice, she braced herself for the worst.

He’s dying. I’ll walk in there and he’s bleeding out all over our kitchen.

As she poked her head around the corner, finding him in the kitchen, she realized that nothing could have prepared her for what she found.

Itadori was sitting at the kitchen table, looking uncomfortable as he forced a smile on his face upon seeing her.

She wasn’t able to form any words, or any thoughts really, as she stared at him.

Her keys fell to the floor, and she left them there, turning her attention to the blindfolded man standing by the counter.

“Here’s some cookies and some very bad news!” He spoke enthusiastically, holding out a plate of treats.

She didn’t even look at them- much less take one- just stared back at her roommate, who she now knew had completely lost his mind.

“Hi, (y/l/n),” Itadori greeted with a small wave, trying to break the awkward tension that filled the room as soon as she’d walked in.

Gojo had warned him that (y/n) coming home to find the boy alive was going to be incredibly stressful for her, but he’d eased his mind, saying that she’d be more happy to see him than anything. Since Gojo had introduced her to his first-year’s a while back, she’d grown fond of each of them, so Itadori’s death was as hard on her as anyone.

Now, (y/n) stared at the boy with her jaw slack and her eyes wide. She looked as if she didn’t even believe it, like the image of him at her table was just a mirage, he was merely a ghost, haunting her in her grief.

“You’re alive” She finally spoke, a mutter barely above a whisper.

“Surprise?” Itadori tried to smile, but it was wobbly, and awkward.

(y/n) shook her head and rubbed her eyes roughly, just in case this was some kind of cruel hallucination, but when she opened them again, the pink haired boy was still sitting there.

“What- what happened?” She asked.

Gojo opened his mouth to answer, but her eyes remained locked on his student, so he shut his mouth and allowed Itadori to answer her questions.

“Sukuna, I guess,” He shrugged lamely. “I don’t really remember dying. I kinda just woke up in the infirmary naked, and now I’m here”

(y/n) nods, her mind slowly wrapping around it all.

Gojo was right in a sense, as she began to smile, Itadori could see that it gave her great relief to see him alive and well at her table. She even stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

But the moment was short lived, as she stepped away, her hands on the boy’s shoulders as she narrowed her eyes.

“Wait,” She muttered, turning her gaze to her roommate. “What’s the bad news?”

Gojo smiled, but it looked more like a wince as he brought a hand up to the back of his neck.

He never was good at talking about the serious stuff.

“Uh, I’ll leave you guys be,” Itadori all but jumped out of his chair. “I’m gonna get some fresh air”

He excused himself to go out to the patio, making sure to close the door behind him. This wasn’t exactly a conversation he wanted to eavesdrop on.

(He and Nobara did have an awful habit of eavesdropping on their Sensei and his friend. Maybe it was disrespectful, but they were just so curious and nosy about their relationship)

Left alone, (y/n) crossed her arms as she looked at her roommate, waiting for him to say something. Because of her incredible patience and his inability to handle confrontation when it came to her, it was quiet for a bit, and Gojo was trapped under her penetrative stare and raised brow.

She truly was a weakness to him.

“So…” He starts, tilting his head back like he’s staring at the ceiling. “I left Itadori’s record as dead…”

He trails off, and slowly looks back at her. She’s still silent, and at times to him, that could be the most terrifying thing in the world.

Her foot tapped a few times, processing this information, trying to find his reason without asking, before she let out a short sigh.

“Don’t be mad, sweetheart, I can explain the whole thing,” Gojo swears, walking towards her and picking up her forgotten keys, setting them on the kitchen table before turning back to her.

“Oh, I’m sure you can,” She said with a laugh that felt out of place in this moment. “How about you start with telling me how long he’s been alive, and who you’re keeping it from?”

“Three hours, and just about everyone I can,” He answered honestly. “Look, eventually, I’ll fix the records, but for now the safest option is for Itadori to stay in hiding. I’ll train him properly and make sure all is well and then when he’s ready, I’ll change the paperwork and he’ll go back to school”

“Okay,” (y/n) nodded slowly, coming to terms with this plan. “Okay, that makes sense,” She agreed. “But when you say hiding, what do you mean?”

Satoru gives her a smile that she knows all too well. It’s sweet and it’s nervous all in one. It’s the smile he gives her when he knows that she already knows his plan, even when he hasn’t said it.

It clicks in her brain, and her eyes widen.

“Here!?” She shrieks.

She smacks his arm with the back of her hand, and she actually hits him, not that it hurts. He tended to turn off his Infinity while he was home. And he also had the idea that she’d smack him exactly like that, and he thought it was fair to let her.

“He’s just a kid! You’re going to hide him here!?”

“This is the best place!” Gojo told her happily. “You made it so nice and pretty here, sweetheart, he’ll love it. There’s books and movies for him to entertain himself with and-”

“Don’t you dare try to spin this into some kind of compliment, Satoru, this might be one of the most idiotic things that you’ve ever-”

“Please, (y/n), you’ve got to hear me out for a second,” Gojo asked kindly.

(y/n) didn’t respond, just stared at him and tried not to glare too hard. She didn’t like fighting with him, and they rarely had any serious conflict. But she couldn’t help but feel upset. This was about the safety of a child, and she wasn’t sure that if Itadori was left here, under their care, that she could protect him if Gojo was gone.

“There is no other option,” He tells her seriously. “This is the safest place for him. I can keep an eye on him here, train him, and come up with a plan to bring him back,” He explained. “He’s safe here with me and you. He’s protected”

“And what if something comes up and you’re gone?” She asks him, her voice quiet.

She doesn’t sound angry anymore. She sounds afraid. And it puts a furrow in Gojo’s brow.

“Nothing could come up that would keep me from protecting him. Both of you,” He tells her. It’s the most sincere she has ever heard him sound. “(y/n) the two of you are first priority, you know that��

His hand reaches out to loosely brush against hers, and she has to shut her eyes to force back the tears that had welled up in them.

“Alright,” She breathed out shakily, and nodded her head. “Alright, he’s staying, of course he’s staying,”

Gojo smiled in relief that she understood his point of view.

“He’ll have my room, I’ll stay on the couch. I’ll go prepare it for him-”

“Don’t be silly (y/n), he can stay in mine. I barely sleep anyways-”

“Well you will be there if he’s staying here,” (y/n) told him matter-of-factly, pointing a finger into his chest. “So he can have my room”

She turned to head towards her bedroom, trying to end the conversation before he could make it a whole thing.

“(y/n) you’re not sleeping on that old couch-”

“I’m not arguing with you, Satoru,” She called over her shoulder. “It’s too exhausting” She added in a mumble.

Much to her dismay, but not surprise, he jogs after her, following behind her like a yapping puppy.

“I won’t sleep well if you’re on the couch,” Gojo admits, finally getting her to stop in her tracks and give him her attention. “Would you please listen to me for once?”

She gave him a soft smile, touched that he cared so much for the both of them.

“No,” She hums, still smiling as she rests a hand against his arm. “My bed’s cozier, Itadori has had a long day, and many more long days ahead of him. It’s only fair he takes mine,”

Gojo frowns, and she lifts her hand from his arm to pat his cheek playfully.

“I told you I wasn’t arguing with you” She tells him, still using that sweet tone that wasn’t fair.

Gojo mutters a string of curses under his breath before leaving her room.

“What was that?” She called after him, failing to hide her laughter.

“I said I was gonna go get Itadori!” He hollered back.

(y/n) just hummed, pulling out the spare sheets from her closet to make the bed nice and clean for their guest.

Meanwhile Gojo let Itadori back into the house, letting him know that they’d make (y/n’s) room into a guest room for the time being.

“I don’t want to put her out of a room-” Itadori tried to argue.

“Don’t even bother kid, it’s a lost cause,” Gojo told him. “Once she’s set her mind on something, there’s no changing it”

“Oh,” Itadori mumbled. “Will she just stay with you, then?”

“That’s not a very appropriate question to ask your Sensei, don’t you think?” Gojo asked, but the big grin on his face told Itadori that his scold held no bite.

“Sorry, I forget that you’re not married” Itadori says, smirking to himself.

The white haired man barks out a laugh, his grin only widening as he looks back at his student.

“What a silly thing to think!”

“Why? You live together, and you bring her to the school for all the events like she’s your date. Everyone thinks you’re secretly married”

“Heh? Really? Everyone?”

“Besides Megumi. But that’s just cause he likes her so much and thinks she’d never marry you”

“What? Fushiguro’s wrong, she totally would!” Gojo argued, no matter how ridiculous of a debate it was. “Why would he think that?”

“Cause she’s super nice and super pretty”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“Nothing! Itadori put his hands up in mock surrender, not having expected his Sensei to get defensive.

All he’d been pushing for was an admission of feelings. Not… whatever this was.

They approached the bedroom, finding (y/n) who just finished making up the bed.

“I hope it’s to your liking,” She says once she catches the pair in her doorway. “I don’t have a whole lot of pillows, but if you need anything, just ask, okay?”

“I only need one pillow,” Itadori says with a big smile. “So this is already more than enough, thank you!”

(y/n) relaxes a bit, glad to have helped him in any way she could.

“Well, I’ll leave you be for the night then,” She says, excusing herself. “Sleep well, Itadori. Please ask if you need anything”

“I will” He nods at her, and bids her goodnight as she walks out of the room with her nightwear in hand.

She shuts the door behind her, giving Itadori his privacy for the night, and leaving her with Gojo.

He had been uncharacteristically quiet, and as she looked up at him, her brows pinched together.

“You okay?” She asked, beckoning him to walk with her down the hall, out of earshot of his student.

“I’m fine. I’m just glad Yuuji’s okay” He says, and he’s not lying, but (y/n) knows there’s something more.

She hums, nodding her head in the smallest movement.

“We’ve been friends for a long time, Satoru,” She tells him, as if he needs to be reminded. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong (y/n/n), you just read into things,” He says, giving her his best smile and a pat on the back as he steps away from her. “Now come on, I’ve been dying to have a cookie but I wanted you to have one first”

She lets it slide for now, following him back into the kitchen, setting her nightgown on the counter in exchange for one of the sweets. She hums in delight as soon as she bites into it, a little bit surprised at her roommates baking abilities. She tended to do most of the cooking and baking- not that Satoru couldn’t, but he rarely had the time, so (y/n) had mostly taken it upon herself.

“You like it?” Gojo asked hopefully, and she nodded back at him.

“It actually is pretty good” She tells him, before taking another bite.

The white haired man pouts back at her.

“Well why’d you say it like that?”

“What?” (y/n) asks innocently. “I wasn’t expecting them to be bad, I just know you don’t spend a lot of time in the kitchen…”

Gojo’s still frowning, but when (y/n) hands him one of the cookies, he gets over it, happily enjoying his treat.

“I was thinking you might as well stay with me,” He says once he finishes, and (y/n’s) eyes snap up to him, not having expected the sudden suggestion. She’s at a loss for words, but luckily he fills the silence so it doesn’t get awkward. “No sense in you staying on the couch, Itadori will be here at least a few weeks, and I don’t want you getting sore. You probably wouldn’t get any sleep on that thing anyways”

“Gojo that’s fine I don’t want to make you-”

“You’re not making me do anything, I’m offering, dummy,” He tells her. “It’s not that big of a deal. Like you said, we’ve been friends for a long time”

She gives him a look for throwing her words back at her, and he just smiles.

“Unless of course you’re too nervous to stay with me” He teases.

“Satoru, the only thing about sleeping with you that makes me nervous is knowing that you’ll kick me in your sleep” She deadpans.

“I don’t kick in my sleep!” He says defensively, making her giggle.

“I guess we’ll see,” She hums. “But sure, I guess I might as well stay with you”

Gojo smiles back at her, glad that she didn’t argue with him about this one. He had a feeling that if he just teased her about being too chicken, then she’d have to give in and stay with him. He just wanted her to be comfortable.

“How long have we known each other anyways?” He ponders. “We’ve never had to share a bed, but we could have”

A pink blush dusts over her cheeks thinking about it.

“Almost ten years,” She hums. “And we’ve lived together for three”

“Wow,” Gojo mutters. “And you haven’t even kicked me out yet? We’re doing great!”

She laughs again, smiling up at him.

“Yeah, turns out you’re actually a pretty good roommate” She murmurs.

Her voice is soft and sweet, like she’s looking back on their time with nothing but fondness.

“I always knew you’d be the best roommate” Gojo says nonchalantly, unknowingly making her heart swell.

“Really?” She asks, a bit surprised.

“Of course. You’re easily the best person I’ve ever met. And you’re a great cook!”

A soft laugh escapes her lips, happy to make him happy.

“And you make rent on time, and remind me when it is,” He adds. “And the place is always clean and you never ask me to do the chores, which you should-”

“You’re a busy man, and I don’t mind-” She tries to tell him but he just talks over her.

“Moving in with you was the greatest idea I’ve ever had, and I’m really glad you agreed,” He told her. “I mean it. I don’t tell you enough how….”

He trails off, gazing at her for a moment, getting lost in his thoughts about all the things he should start telling her that he hasn’t been able to before.

He pauses for long enough that (y/n) tilts her head to the side, her brows furrowing as she looks back at him, confused.

“...how… good of a friend you are” Gojo finishes lamely.

It’s obvious that that’s not what he intended to say, but since the man is so incapable of being serious with her, of telling her how he really felt, (Like his theory that she was a goddess that rose the sun in the morning and painted the sky in stars in the evening) he couldn’t help but change his mind on what to say.

(y/n) gets the feeling that this isn’t what he meant to say, but she’s not sure what he was trying to tell her. Nevertheless, she’s filled with that familiar bittersweet feeling that anyone who’s ever been in love with their best friend has experienced.

Happiness, this person they love so much cares about them. Despair, this person they love will never return their affections.

“As are you,” She mumbles, trying her best to sound sincere. Especially since she did mean it, she just craved more.

The same way she felt that he wasn’t telling her the whole truth, Gojo got the same feeling that she wasn’t quite being honest.

“I… I should go change,” She says, picking up her clothing from the counter, holding the silky material close to her chest. “It’s late, and I want to get up in the morning to make breakfast for Itadori” She tells him, a decision she’d come up with just now on the spot.

“Alright,” He nods back at her. “I’ll pick up the kitchen and then see you in a minute. Just let yourself in, sorry the bed’s not made, I don’t believe in making beds”

She lets out a small laugh at the random preference.

“That’s alright,” She hums. “I’ll, um, see you in a minute then”

Gojo just nods, at a loss for words.

And then (y/n’s) gone, down the hall, and slipped into his bedroom.

It’s not the oddest thing in the world, her being in there. She’s there all the time. Waking him up for work, sitting down on the edge of his bed at night to talk about his day, sneaking in to take all his sheets to wash them for him, it’s not like he treats his room like some kind of private space. And even if he did, he’d be more than happy to allow her entry.

It’s (y/n), he’d give her anything she asked for. If she told him that she wanted the stars itself, he’d find a way to bring them down to her.

It was this line of thinking about a year ago that he realized wasn’t exactly normal for friends to feel about friends. He had been at the school, annoying Nanami, telling him random things, and (y/n) of course came up.

As Gojo had rambled on about how funny and kind and pretty and perfect she was, Nanami’s disinterest slowly morphed into amusement. But he’d let his colleague babble on aimlessly,, curious to see just how long he would gush over (y/n) for until he caught on to what he was saying.

Of course Nanami should have known better, because Gojo had talked for almost ten minutes straight before the blonde man finally broke and asked him the question on the front of his mind.

How have you not told her how you feel yet?

Gojo thought about that day as he packaged up the leftover cookies. He always wondered how Nanami of all people had figured out his feelings before he could himself. But he was right.

He’s not sure how long he’s been in love with (y/n), but he knows that it’s been so long that it feels like he always has been. He just wishes that he’d known sooner, because it was too late to do anything about it now.

Sighing, he shut off the lights and made his way back to his bedroom.

The door was half open, and he knocked on it softly before pushing it open the rest of the way.

(y/n) was sitting on the edge of his bed, clad in her pretty silk nightgown. She didn’t look up at him as he entered, too focused on a frame in her hands that she studied like she’d never seen before. She had, but she’d never looked at this closely.

“We look so young” She murmurs.

A small smile tugs on Gojo’s lips as he walks closer to admire the picture. It was one of his favorites.

It was taken the first time that (y/n) had accompanied him to the school. He’d invited her to come watch a baseball game that the students had put together just for fun and training.

When his students had watched him arrive with a woman- a very pretty woman in a very pretty sundress- they had all assumed she was his wife. He remembers Megumi coming up to the two of them to tell (y/n) to not walk so close, because she wouldn’t want people assuming they were together.

It made her blush at first, but she soon broke out into laughter, ruffling the young boy’s hair before hooking an arm through Gojo’s.

“I would be so lucky” She had responded teasingly, making the young Megumi stick out his tongue and run off to hang out with the older kids.

The picture was taken by Megumi himself, Gojo had asked him to take plenty of photos of the game, since he was too young then to participate. Megumi hadn’t minded, with steady hands and a careful eye he’d always been good at photography.

It was after the game that Satoru had hollered at Megumi to take one last picture. He’d pulled (y/n) into him by her waist, making her fluster and laugh nervously. He had even dropped his blindfold around his neck for the perfect picture.

She always turned to look at him when he’d take off his blindfold or sunglasses, never failing to remind him what pretty eyes he had. And that day had been no different.

Except her body was completely up against his, so when she turned to look at him their faces had become closer than ever before she’d whispered out, “handsome”. And then she turned to face the camera, a big grin on her face as Megumi snapped the picture.

The smile on his face was a flustered one, but he loved the picture nonetheless.

“It wasn’t that long ago” He finally spoke, pulling his blindfold up over his head, his hair falling in a white mess.

Smiling, (y/n) looked up at him, her eyes gleaming as they met those pretty cerulean ones.

“Handsome” She hummed.

He wondered if she remembered saying that back then.

She set the photo back in it’s place on his nightstand, admiring it for just a moment longer.

“Hey (y/n/n) do you remember that day?” Gojo asked.

Her brows furrowed as she laughed softly.

“Of course I do,” She answered, looking back at him. “It was the first time you brought me to the school. I loved that day,” She smiled affectionately the more she relived the memory. “Megumi was so young. He’s got the same pout, though”

“Yeah, the brat,” Gojo mumbled in agreement. “Do you remember, uh, the kids thinking we were married?” He asked, trying to laugh to hide the anxiety in his question.

“Yeah,” She hummed, and even in the dim lighting he could see her cheeks begin to turn pink. “Megumi told me to distance myself from you, so I wouldn’t embarrass myself being seen with you,” She chuckled as she shook her head. “I’m sure he’d say the same thing now if they still thought that”

“Itadori says so”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, he just said something about forgetting that we’re not married” Satoru says.

Something about his tone made her quirk a brow in curiosity. Like he wasn’t just mentioning it in passing.

“Is that so?” She hums thoughtfully.

He looks back at her with that little smile on his face and now she knows he’s beating around something. The idea makes her heart flutter in her chest.

“What are you getting at?” She asks him softly, unable to contain her own smile as her heart and mind start to work a little faster.

“Nothing, sweetheart, I’m just thinking” He shrugs, before flopping down onto the mattress, making her bounce a bit from the sudden weight.

“Well that’s dangerous,” She mutters teasingly.

Angling her body so she’s sitting on the bed and facing him now, she impatiently waits for him to continue sharing his thoughts anyways.

“What about?” She ponders.

He peeks up at her, folding his hands under his head casually. She’s leaning over him slightly, eagerly waiting for him to say something more. The look on her face makes him want to tell her everything, but he lets himself remain in silence while he marvels at her beauty.

“You and me,” He finally responds.

(y/n) looks amused by this answer, her lips parting into a beautiful smile as she raises her eyebrows. She gets comfortable on the bed beside him, laying on her stomach and propping her head up in her hands so she can look down at him with all of her attention.

Again, the white haired man pauses so that he can take a proper look at her before he continues.

“I just think there’s a reason everyone always assumes we’re… you know…”

“We’re what?” (y/n) shakes her head, feigning bewilderment. “Say it” She adds in a smaller voice.

He wants to tease her for messing with him when he knew that she knew what he was talking about. But it’s just so damn cute of her to play a little game like this that he just goes with it.

“Married, or together, or whatever other thing you’d call it,” He says. “That we’re anything more than…” He trails off, unsure of how to put it without making it sound like he wasn’t grateful for their friendship.

“Friends,” (y/n) fills in the blank for him sweetly. But when he doesn’t immediately agree with her, her brows furrow and she frowns slightly. “Right?” She asks softly. “We’re friends, Satoru”

“I don’t think we are” He tells her in the softest way he can muster.

This isn’t the first time that he’s tried to address his feelings, or this thing that he just knows she feels between them too, because she must, some days it’s so palpable he thinks it might strangle him to death.

“Satoru…” (y/n) starts, but she trails off, too afraid of what might happen if she shares her own thoughts.

“What?” He prompts her to continue anyways, no matter what it is, he wants to know what’s on her mind.

Her eyes flicker between his for a few seconds while she tries to piece together the right thing to say. She couldn’t just spill all her thoughts out there without hazard, she needed to carefully put together the right words so that she doesn’t wind up embarrassing herself. Or worse, getting herself hurt.

“Of course we’re friends,” She says after her pregnant pause.

Instantly, she shuts her eyes and sighs, knowing that it’s a truth wrapped in a blanket of a lie. Nevertheless, she doesn’t take back what she’s said.

“Of course we’re friends” She repeats, trying to sound more sure of herself.

Neither of them believe her.

Gojo shakes his head, giving her a knowing smile.

“Come on, sweetheart,” He hums. “You know that’s not all of it,” He tells her, making her heart do a somersault. “Of course we’re friends,” He repeats her words with certainty, but that’s not all he has to say. “But we’re so much more than that too”

Bashfully, she looks away so he can’t see the beam on her face, but Gojo sits up a bit, his hand cupping her cheek and turning her back to face him.

“There’s probably a reason everyone always asks about you when they see me,” She admits in a shy whisper, making him smile. “It’s probably easier for people to see us outside looking in and know that…”

She hopes that he’ll fill in her thoughts for her, so she doesn’t have to say it out loud, but when he doesn't, she takes a leap of bravery.

“And know that… that I love you,” She admits, biting down on her lip. “More than a friend loves a friend”

Satoru gives her a brilliant smile, his thumb stroking over her cheekbone while he watches her blush and grin with uncontainable adrenaline from finally admitting what’s been on both of their minds for a long, long time.

“You’re so beautiful,” He tells her, only reducing her to more of a blushing mess. “And perfect and wonderful and hilarious and generous and- you’re every good thing in this world, (y/n),”

She thinks that he might have just told her the kindest thing she’s ever heard, and she swoons a bit.

“And I love you too,” He leans in a bit closer, the hand on her cheek sliding back into her soft hair. “I’m sorry if you were waiting for me”

“That’s okay,” She shrugs, a gentle smile on her lips as she revels in the feeling of his hand in her hair.

It makes her reach out to him, brushing white strands out of his eyes so she can get a proper look at them.

“I would have waited a long, long time”

He chuckles, thinking that she almost did. He can’t remember what he was thinking keeping all of these thoughts and feelings from her when she was the one person he should have brought them too. For a moment, he thinks about how different things might have been had he just fessed up back when he first fell for her.

“Stop thinking about the what-if’s, Satoru,” She hums knowingly, giving him a small smile. “Just kiss me already”

He grins at her, but doesn’t waste anymore time as he leans in quickly and captures her pretty soft lips with his own. He kisses her gently at first, gentle and tentative like a first kiss should be. But just as soon as it’s over he deepens the kiss, both of his hands in her hair now as he pulls her closer to him until eventually she ust falls into him, laughing for just a second in between kisses, before melting back into him like they’d done this a million times before.

Eventually, they have to break because (y/n) can’t breathe and she starts to laugh because Satoru refuses to let her go. He gives in after she starts to swat at his chest, and gives her his widest grin as she leans back just enough to catch her breath, panting and trying to glare at him without smiling.

He tucks her hair behind her ear, eyeing her swollen lips and flushed neck, and feeling like he had won at life.

“We should have done this a long time ago” He tells her.

“Maybe,” She responds wistfully, falling next to him and clinging herself against his side. “But maybe this was exactly the right time”

He feels warm at the way she thinks about things, not a regret in the world, just happy to live moment to moment. He tries to live his own life this way after admiring her for doing it, but he’s still learning to get the hang of it.

He plants his lips on her forehead as she starts to fall asleep beside him.

It’s nice to have her here. His sweetheart, resting comfortably beside him, and she’d be there for the whole night. And hopefully every night after that.

(He thinks maybe they should move to a one bedroom.) ___

xoxo ~ jordie

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goldenlavendered · 13 days

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welcome to my enclosure I have many thoughts and doodles abt lila (shipping mostly)

[ID in ALT!]

hc dump under cut (it gets LONGG lol)

General:

anthro au specific but since my Skid & Lila are both cats, some nights they'll just sit in total darkness (bc cats can see in the dark). it is great and enriching for both of them.

adding onto that, ever since Pump started coming over they added some glow in the dark star stickers along the walls to help him find his way around :)

Lila is transfem to me . I don't need proof or elaboration this is just something I know in my heart /lh

she probably started transitioning pretty young, which is something she feels lucky for. her parents were supportive ^_^ !!

that being said, her parents were rather protective, and she didn't get out too much as a youngin.

-- that is why she was so lax with Skid going outside. she was kind of overcorrecting for that.

She was probably deep into alt fashion in college (elaborated on later)

Shipping Opinions:

I am just some guy on the internet, if you like a ship I don't, that's great and I love that for you! Live your life.

Goldenlavender (x Jaune): gestures at url. I think it is funny. also.

I feel like they've quietly been pining for a very long time now, but they've both been friends for so long and don't want things to change.

there's something quiet and unstated, but definitely there between them. they don't kiss or anything, but they hold each other really close and aren't too shy about being affectionate. you know?

women who are best friends.

also ross would finally have a parent who can pass off as a natural reason why he has black hair. he is beating the hair dye allegations!!!!!!

Grapecandy (x Kevin): I'll be honest right now. I keep thinking Kevin's, like, 17.

He isn't, I think. But I literally didn't even think of him as being a suitable option for her for a while LMAO

I think I can sum up all of the wagegang x Lila thoughts here: It just doesn't compel me, unfortunately. I don't see their potential dynamic as being particularly funny, or spawning interesting drama. Shrugs. Sorry!

specifically w Kevin though I think they would break up as soon as Skid is brought up LMAO. like he doesn't hate the kid but he isn't ready to be a stepfather imo.

(x Bob): Do they have a ship name? Anyw the age gap isn't my main issue with it. Lila's in her late 20s at the youngest, and they're both adults. I don't think anyone means tiny witch Lila when they bring this ship up anyways

nor is the stalking or attempted murder. I had a creepypasta phase, these behaviors are obviously Very Bad irl but they can be interesting to see in fiction. morbid curiosity and whatever.

My main issue is that their potential relationship is so much more interesting if it isn't romantic, you know? Like, how do they know each other? What was he to her? Why did she react so strongly to seeing him in her past? She seems eager to try to reject the idea that the man in the photo is him, but why? Was he important to her? Did she care about him?

TL;DR: I want more fics abt these two's relationship, but specifically non-romantically.

Deadflowers (x Patty): Not sure about this ship name. I don't see this one often. Anyw, I don't actually have any thoughts on Patty, so this is going to be super short.

I think they might have a nice time together on a date, but I don't think it could be anything serious.

Though, if they did.. overworked x overworked means they'll have to take care of the other, even tho it'll mean they call each other hypocrites for working so much all the time.

I could see it as a background/dressing ship, but not really as the focus of anything. sorry girls

Poisonwine (x Skid's Dad): I want to know more from onscreen canon first!!! But I think they could be super interesting!!!

The tweet that implies that he didn't care bout Lila is. hROUUUGH (<- thang whose heart is breaking). He didn't care, but did she know that? Did she care? I feel like she did..

There's no way Lila doesn't know about the cult. I'm a believer that she was a part of it herself until he died (the robes, "Remember Lila") ...Did she join because of her own beliefs, or because her husband was in it? Did he have to coerce her at all?

I think he was a good dad to Skid.

You may notice this is a lot of me dancing around what I actually think they're like. That's because I don't want to really solidify any specific readings of what's going on here. I am embracing the future with open arms!!

they're t4t tho this is non-negotiable /silly

RoyalPurple (x Carmen): this was supposed to have its' own section but now I'm making a fic with them so just. wait a minute there HAHAHA /silly

(& Streber): this is a Specifically platonic headcanon but I like to think they ve gone to the same university. They're definitely in diff strands, Streber to Engineering and Lila to Architecture, but they could've met through an org and just been pals.

They weren't suuper close or anything, but they were birds of a feather. Girl who goes to class with chokers and giant boots, and guy dressed like a victorian fantasy LARPer.

I think she sent him flowers or a get well card in the hospital :) [miserable hand shake between them abt being personally victimized by Bob]

The Ships That Don't Have Doodles

these will just be single bullet points!

(x F. Gregor): same comments as wagegang x Lila; doesn't compel me. Nothing's wrong with it, I just don't see it.

(x Dexter): this is only funny to me because I draw Lila and co as cats in the Anthro AU. he calls her a stupid bitch, we can move on.

(x Jack): I could see a onesided crush from his side, like "the lady who keeps calling is kinda cute" but I don't know if I could see it getting serious. she can give him a smooch if he wants, as a treat.

(x John): ok this one could actually be really cute. eatyourmaker's post abt Skid and John getting along is super adorable and I could maybe imagine Lila hitting it off with him after seeing how much he cares for Skid. maybe Skid plays matchmaker. this could work. I like it.

(x Ignacio): in the deleted scenes she tried to beat a teen to death for calling Skid a dumbass, I don't think she could get over the threats.

(x Fat Thief/Thin Thief): this could be funny if she was still mad at them for breaking in repeatedly. she doesn't seem threatened by them just irritated LMAO

(x Frank): childhood friends who don't really talk but are chill with each other. they're funny. I don't feel the romance tho. S&P's cool uncle

(x Pump & Susie's Parents): Pump & Susie officially get Skid as a brother AND they finally have one (1) parent who isn't always absent, just sometimes absent. other than as a background detail tho there's nothing here.

(x Mayor Evermore): they would ignore each other on the street on purpose

(x Moloch): he didnt get to but he WOULD call her a bitch.

(x Richard): poor man's Lila x Carmen

(x Spider): please let my girl beat the spiderfucker allegations.

#pegg rambles #spooky month #lila spooky month #lila sm #sm lila #spooky month lila #spooky month sr pelo #not tagging anyone else or the ships bc I am already tired thinking abt it

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ssadumba55 · 2 years

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Pietro Maximoff and Spy! Reader Headcanons

Request: Hi, I've never requested something before so- I might be doing this wrong (super sorry if I am) if you could, could you do Pietro dating spy reader headcanons, maybe reader works with shield and goes on missions, idk it is 100% up to you :)

The two of you meet through the Avengers (duh!). You're not really affiliated with the Avengers but you are a close personal friend to both Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton (having met both during their time working for SHIELD), so you're often around just for the two of them

You hate the Maximoff twins when they first arrive at the Tower Tony has set up as home base for the time being. They reek of trouble and not only that, but they actively took place in trying to harm the team (who you've grown to care about). Just because they've had a change in heart, doesn't mean you have.

You avoid them at all costs. But even though it's a big tower, it's not that easy to avoid them especially since they both live there, having nowhere else to go.

Wanda is almost always with Vision, she doesn't actively seek out interaction with you or anyone else unless they seek it out with her first.

But Pietro is a whole different story. He likes to talk and he likes to be talked to. He doesn't understand that you're slightly uncomfortable by his presence and he talks to you as if he's known you all his life. At first, it's a little weird, but slowly over time, you become accustomed to it.

It takes a long time before you warm up enough to him to call him a friend and even longer still until the two of you are able to call each other partners, but he does a good job at breaking down your walls.

Once the two of you start dating, you spend a lot more time around the tower

You're both super mopey when the other is out on missions, even though you trust that the other will be careful, you still miss each other a lot

He is a bit of a freak when it comes to you getting hurt. Seriously, if you ever return from a mission injured, he is panicked beyond imagining. Bruce will tell him it's fine, you're fine, that it's nothing serious and he'll still panic and freak out. Paces the floor a lot.

He just doesn't like the idea of losing anyone else, not after losing his parents. You, Wanda and the Avengers are all he has now and the thought of losing his new family kills him.

Late night movie nights just the two of you, popcorn, cuddling on the couch.

He's like the best boyfriend. Whenever you need anything, he's gone in a flash and back with whatever it is you needed. He shouldn't really be using his powers for random household things like that, but he can't help himself. He wants to make you happy and he'd do anything to see you smile.

You guys are big on PDA, especially him. Hand holding, cuddling, the other Avengers pretend they don't notice.

Comforting him when he has nightmares about the night his parents died. You sometimes wonder if Wanda has nightmares just as bad as his, how lucky they are that they are now surrounded by people who love them and can help them through that

I don't know why but I feel like he would love giving you piggy back rides. Just a random silly thing the two of you do.

It's really funny to him that you're a spy, because you're such a sweet genuine person when it's just the two of you. He can't picture you shooting people or being ruthless at all.... that is until the two of you have missions together. Then he understands all too well.

Despite being affectionate in front of the Avengers, your relationship is actually top secret. Both of you have far too many enemies.

#marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons #pietro maximoff x reader #spy! reader #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader

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zuleyhasposts · 6 months

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Stand By Your Man (Negan/Reader)

Chapter Five - Night.

“Well, hello there, doll.” He was smiling and he also was looking directly into your eyes. You didn’t know why your body was overheating like an oven but you knew you had to break eye contact before your face would have been entirely red.

“Hi!” You felt your body petrified. The best solution was him to pick you up and put you in the center of the room already.

“What are you waiting for?”

He opened the door even more and you speeded yourself up to enter, this caused him to laugh at your reaction. Negan found you funny and it wasn’t something bad, it was the opposite. They would remind him of old times, the good ones.

You were about to say something when you found him behind you. He was smelling so good and you were surprised at your own thought to bury your face in his shirt. His shirt, because he wasn’t wearing his usual black leather jacket. You didn’t mind the sight of his strong arms. And probably neither him.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” His hand was on your back and you hoped that he couldn’t feel the warmth of your body. It was getting embarrassing for you and it didn’t even start.

Did he always act like this around girls? You noted this as a possible question to ask him. Only when you felt comfortable enough, though.

You reached for the black leather couch and it was at that moment you saw the food tray.

“Were you eating? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” You cussed at yourself mentally for not waiting more than five minutes before knocking.

“Mh?” Negan turned around to see what you were talking about, “No, you didn’t interrupt anything, doll. I wasn’t hungry. It was Sherry who brought it here.”

It was funny to think about you both not eating anything, even if it was probably for different reasons. For sure Negan wasn’t the type of person to feel anxiety when it comes about socializing. For you it was still a weak spot you always tried to fix somehow.

And about the Sherry part, you didn’t know what to think. It was impossible that Negan preferred to talk with you than spending the night with Sherry. Even if it was actually the truth.

“Do you want to drink something?” He put some whisky and a pair of glasses on the table, but you thought it was better to not drink when your stomach is empty. The last thing you wanted was to get drunk with Negan at the first…you didn’t know what to call it. It wasn’t a date but it looked like it, so what was the best name?

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, I wouldn’t be responsible for what could happen.”

He laughed again, taking a seat next to you on the couch. He let a long sigh escape his mouth.

“Can I ask you a question?” You changed your position, so you could face him better.

He was drinking but his hand moved in a way that it meant you could ask what you wanted to ask. You couldn’t explain why but it was one of the hottest things you saw in recent times. But it was probably because you didn’t see a lot of hot things, so it was kind of an explanation.

“Do you think that my presence here will cause some troubles with your wives?”

He raised an eyebrow and one side of his mouth was about to lift to form a smirk on his face. No, you had to explain yourself better before it was too late.

“What I meant is…” Negan saw you pouring some whisky - not too much, remember, because you didn’t eat anything - in the glass and drinking it, “I mean, I bet it’s already difficult to give your love to four wives and I honestly don’t want-”

He started to laugh even more than before and both your face and your body were burning. “Oh, please” you said and buried your face into your hands for two seconds before realizing the embarrassing question you just made.

“Negan!” Even your frustration couldn’t stop him from laughing. “It’s a serious question.”

He licked his lower lip, tasting the whisky he drank before. He was staring into your eyes again. “Doll, do you actually think I love them?”

“I don’t know,” you said in a confused voice, your hands fluttered around as you tried - again - to explain yourself better. “Love is very subjective, but I think it’s impossible to love five people at the same time.”

“Do you think I care enough about them?”

You started to chew the inside on your cheek, unable to answer those questions. Not that you didn’t know what you say, but you didn’t want to touch some sore spots for Negan.

He smiled again, thinking upon how the questions could be too much, he feared that you could experience too much pressure. “I’ll change the question, doll. Maybe this one will be easier to answer: what’s love for you?”

You turned deep red.”To me love is one million things and all of them are always linked to the same person.”

“I don’t experience love since my wife is dead,” he drank again, and this time he was staring at the bottle, “and it was at the beginning of this fucking shit.”

You blinked and stared at him in astonishment. He was talking about his personal life with you.

He continued. “Let me tell you something, doll. I was a piece of shit with her and I regret it, every single time. But no, I don’t love them and I don’t care enough for them.”

You were still staring. “But then, why do you keep them? What’s the point?”

He returned the stare. “I don’t fucking know, I was thinking to just drop them.”

“What do you mean?”

Negan ran a hand between his hair and relaxed his body even more on the couch. “I want to remove this fucking “wife” status, I guess.”

“Wow,” your throat felt extremely dry, “that’s quite a big change. But I think you should talk to them first.”

“To say what? Get the fuck out of my face because I don’t want to fuck with you all anymore?”

There was a moment of silence before you both started to laugh like two drinking buddies. It was like all the shyness from your body was leaving you, second by second.

A tear fell from your eye because of the laughing. “But why this choice? I thought you cared a lot about status, ego and all of this stuff.”

Negan breathed deeply. “I did, but I think what I want more is something real.”

“Oh my,” you rolled your eyes, “Negan entering into his romantic era.”

“The fuck not,” he rested his head against the back of the sofa, still staring at you. “And what about you, doll?”

You were so pretty and Negan saw it every single time. He wouldn’t have minded staring at you for hours. He never denied the fact that he was disappointed when you said “no” at his request of “marriage”. He felt like he never accepted it fully. It wasn’t only because he wanted to fuck and toss you around like a doll - he was still Negan, afterall - but he could have spended more personal time with you. Like this one. He started to blame the fact that he drank.

“What about me?” You smiled at Negan. “I don’t know what they already told you about me, but I was a psychologist back then.”

“I kind of have a fucking vision about you wearing a lab coat.”

“Oh, stop it,” you shaked your head at his sarcastic responses, you never imagined yourself to be so candid with someone without thinking it. “I’m not the first and not the last, doll.”

You drank the last sip from the glass, noticing only now how the bottle got empty very quickly. “And if you wanted to know, I never had a relationship and I’m not interested in anyone, yet.”

Negan believed those words, but a part of him still felt an ick at the thought of you and Simon. Maybe for you it was nothing, but what about him? He had to ask anyway.

“What about Simon?”

“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow at the question. You didn’t know if he was asking because he actually wanted to know or because there was something deeper.

“Doll,” his tone became more serious as he crossed his arms over his chest, “everybody fucking see you both all the time talking. Don’t try to lie to me.”

“Absolutely not!” You got closer to Negan. “I don’t know what they told you, but me and Simon are friends, that’s it. We often talk but nothing more. I think he probably has something for younger men.”

Negan’s muscles became more relaxed. That was the answer he wanted and he got it. “I always suspected it.”

“Listen here, why do you ask me abo-” your question got interrupted from the rumbling of the stomach. Your cheeks became a deep red again and you put both of your hands to cover your mouth, as if the sound came from there.

“Look like somebody didn’t fuck eat.” Negan chuckled, he definitely enjoyed your reactions when you felt embarrassed.

“You didn’t eat either.” You underlined.

“At least my stomach doesn’t fucking growl, doll.”

He was right about it and you didn’t know what to say. “I could go back to my room and see if I still have my chocolate bars. It’s not much but it’s still something.”

“C’here” he gently pulled you by your waist even closer now, you both felt glued to each other, “since I didn’t eat either and there’s this tray of food, we’re gonna eat together.”

You didn’t like when he removed his hand from your waist to make you sit better and more comfortable. You kind of wished that it would have lasted more. You knew it was a consequence of being touch-starved, but you couldn’t deny the fact that Negan was a very attractive man.

You found yourself sometimes to wonder how things would have changed if you became one of his wives. You had to shush your mind before sexually explicit images popped up. “So?” His dimple came out from his pretty smile, as he kept teasing. “Do you want to eat with me or not? Do you fucking prefer I eat you instead?”

Your mouth dropped open in reaction at what he asked. “You’re vulgar, Negan.”

“Women love it.”

“And also, there’s just one fork here. Am I supposed to eat with my bare hands?”

“If our princess doesn’t get too fucking disgusted, she can eat from my fork.”

You liked the nickname. “I don’t, so we can eat from the same fork.”

You waited for him to give you the fork but it never happened. Instead, he stabbed the food with the fork and he brought it to your mouth. You were shocked at what he was doing, but you decided to hide it pretty well and took the piece of food into your mouth.

You both started to eat like this until all the food was over. You didn’t expect it to be this comfortable.

“Ya good now?” He asked casually as he licked his lower lip.

“I am,” you and your stomach finally felt good enough, “and you want to know what?”

“What?”

You couldn’t go away without trying to make him the way he made you since the night. “In this way, by eating from the same fork, it’s like we indirectly kissed.”

He smirked at you and you realized that you probably failed your intent. “I thought you said it was a friendly night.”

“Because it is!”

“Yeah, sure, doll.”

The birds were chirping outside and you wondered why they were so damn loud. A strange sensation was in your body, like if your bed became hard and soft at the same time. You didn’t want to open your eyes, you were still tired and sleepy, but you couldn’t stop yourself from seeing why your bed felt this way.

When you opened your eyes there was Negan. He had his eyes closed, he was still sleeping. You thought it was still a dream.

You slowly moved yourself, only to come to the realization your head was in his lap. You slept on his couch with him. You couldn’t believe this. By looking even more around, you saw his hand on your waist. You felt a knot in your throat. Even if you both didn’t have sex, it felt like one.

You didn’t know what to do and how to move, your body freezed entirely when you saw him waking up.

“Well, good-fucking-morning, doll.”

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#ao3 #negan fanfiction #negan x reader #negan smith #the walking dead ao3

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marivenah · 4 months

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1-6 for sol/sean!

thank you macy for enabling me :-) 💜

6 answered here!

1. What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re...hot...”

So, funny situation. They first meet in Sól's bar. Sean had his eye on her because he knew who she was but also because he thought she was pretty. He on the other hand was just kind of miserable looking, wet cat of a man, the usual. Still, there was something about him that piqued her interest, aside from him seeming extremely mysterious/shady. However, it wasn't until he (easily) fought the guys that threatened her that she thought he is hot. Sól standing her ground to those guys is what incited Sean to fight them in the first place. Admirable but also attractive. (Does that still count as physical attraction? lol)

2. Does this change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?

It doesn't change at all. It gets "worse" actually! Sól can't help but stare whenever Sean gets into a fight, which doesn't happen that often, but she enjoys it a little too much. Additionally, whenever he threatens someone, he does it in a taunting way, voice low. It does something to her. Which is not ideal because they fight each other later on, and well he doesn't lose that mannerism.

As I mentioned above, Sól isn't easily intimidated. She knows what power she holds and it fuels her confidence. That's something Sean finds hot. And mixed with her snark, sarcasm and playfulness it becomes even more enjoyable. That playfulness can also become alluring. Also, during intimate moments, even when they're just close to each other, the look she gives him, through half-lidded eyes, it does something to him. So, they both have a weak spot.

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh...I adore them...”

I've mentioned this in 6. but when Sól finds out they're actually enemies and laughs about it, that's when Sean realizes how much he adores her. Just generally her playful nature that no one else gets to see is what he adores so much about her. This is actually based on a song but it fits them well; she jokingly tells him '7 years of bad luck if you break my heart'. He found it funny at the time. Haha.

Seeing Sean go from the miserable loner that lurks in her bar to the lively soul (and lowkey bastard. really he is a smug bitch [affectionate]) makes Sól adore him. Everyone around her is usually in a serious or grim mood, even her sister as of late. So, he's great company.

4. Does this change over time? What will always reliably make them melt with how much they adore the other character?

WELL, technically not. Even though they both tell themselves they're over it. Those little things are what slowly draw them to each other again. It's the memories they have. They still see remnants of the person they loved, mostly in their eyes. But the main reason is Toby. When they see how the other treats him. Additionally, he really is his parents' son. They see so much of the other in him.

5. How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?

For Sean, there was this one night when he planned on telling her everything about himself. What he hasn't done yet, for the most part. And it scared him because he himself doesn't even like to think about it. She told him he didn't have to, what she knew was more than enough because those are the parts she learned of herself, just by being with him. It surprised him and for a second he would have left it at that but he felt like she deserved to know as much as he did about her. So, he did. And unlike he expected she didn't leave. She understood because they do have something in common when it comes to family. He devoted his whole life to her that night.

As for Sól, this certain scenario is actually a universal feeling to her; watching someone sleep in her bed or arms gives her a feeling of comfort and contentment she otherwise doesn't experience. It happens with her sister, with Sean and later with Toby. The first night she and Sean shared a bed, he fell asleep first and the feeling was indescribable to her. He was so calm it warmed her whole chest, it was such a rare sight. That's when she realized just how much she loved him.

#thank you!! <3 #oc: sól guevara #oc: sean thian #sól x sean #x: i'll give you everything of me #am i making them too fluffy?#their only toxic trait is that they're trying to kill each other #otherwise green flags only 😊

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master-of-stringz · 1 year

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Christmas Date.

hi! i'm new to this; but i love writing and got big on shuyuka on this last week. any feedback is appreciated! just dont be too mean pls ^^" also, english is not my first language so there's probably some mistakes here and there qwq

Christmas Eve of 2009. 20:30, Paulownia Mall.

It was a snowy day at Tatsumi Port. Even though the cases of apathy syndrome were increasing, and the SEES team knew about the doom approaching their livelihoods all too well; they tried to take these days to relax a little, reducing the training at Tartarus and trying to be happy in these times of wintery joy.

Yukari had made plans with Yuki to meet at Paulownia and then go around town, to have the fun that the month had lacked so much.

–”Aaand… he’s late again! He’s lucky I like him, or else I’d already left this dumb place.”--. Said to herself the Lovers Arcana. She wasn’t really *mad*, moreseo annoyed. She can't be blamed though, everyone really needs times like these to spend with each other.

Then, a weird sound came from some feet away where she was seated. As if a door had just been closed. Makoto had appeared on scene, coming out of what he called the Velvet Room. –”What hour is it?... Damn, guess I’m late.”--. He looked at his phone to check the time, to then mumble those words to himself. He approached the girl in pink, sitting at the center of the mall. –”Hey. Sorry for the wait, I was occupied with some–”--. He got interrupted. –”No need for formalities, Mako. At least you came…”--. She was clearly annoyed, but at least it looked like she didn’t wanna ruin the mood with her bad temper. –”Well… you wanna do something or…?--. The kid was still, as awkward as ever. He did have some intention to have a good night, but God if it isn't taking him his whole chest to speak. –”Of course I want to, idiot! Come on, let’s go find a place to eat or something.”--. She stood up and grabbed the Fool by his arm, with both of her hands; clinging onto him. –”Sounds ok to me, ma’am.”--. They wandered around the place for a few minutes. –”How does Chagall Café sound to you, miss?”--. Makoto was pointing towards the café, of which he’s heard there’s some good food to get at night-time. –”You can stop with the whole ''miss”, ''ma'am”; stuff already, please. We’re the same age and you’re NOT funny.”-- She seemed a little pissed, while she was bringing the boy into the café with her, by force.

They were sitting on a table, waiting for their food to come. –”So… what do you think we’ll be doing after all of this?”--.Takeba spoke to break the ice. –”I… I don’t know. I think the both of us have already decided what we’ll do with Ryoji, right?”--. Yuki talked with a serious tone in his voice, reducing all his sarcasm to 0. –”Yeah… I’m sick of the fact that we can’t do anything about it, and can’t begin to imagine how hard it’s gotta be for you…”--. The girl was staring at the ground, sorrowfully. She knew they had to fight; even though it seemed so hard to do.

–”Yeah… I don’t think we can do anything else. It’s for the better of everyone, really.”--. Makoto looked at her directly, with a meek smile on his face. –”Well. I guess there’s no point in being sad, right?”--. He said, in what seemed uncharacteristic from him. –”Huh?”--. Not even Takeba could’ve seen that coming from him. –”At this point we’re at, we can’t walk back. We won’t.”--. A light was shimmering inside his eyes, as if he was truly sure of this. –”We will fight. We can change fate. I know we can.”--. –”Where did all that hope come from? I don’t think i’ve ever heard you talking like this–”--. Yukari was taken aback by the words coming from her lover.

–”I sat back and took some time to think. Thought about everyone who gave their lives for this…”--. Yukari gasped for a second, to start processing what came from Yuki’s mouth. –”The last thing my mother told me before passing… she told me to “live”.”--. Takeba was staring toward the boy, intrigued. –”I never really understood that. “What does “Living” even mean?” I wondered… I always felt as if Death came with me everywhere after that. Never spoke too much, never thought too much… I spent my days alone in my sorry room listening to music. Now I know that probably had to do with the Death Shadow within me, but still. It never came out until I got here, and I doubt anything would’ve actually changed… without you.”--. Yukari started to get red at Makoto’s words. –”Not only you, but everyone. You guys changed my life, seriously. But you were always there for me, Takeba…”--. Yukari, still blushing; responded. –”You say it like it wasn’t you who saved our asses that night at the rooftop.”--. She laughed a bit, looking a little happier. –”And who stayed at the hospital with me, even without knowing who I was?”--. Makoto’s smile became more genuine by every sentence he spoke. –”I’m going to fight. For everyone. For us. You showed me that I really could do something in this world, you know?”-- He had a warm smile on his face. –”Now that you say it, it is kinda funny.”--. Takeba was grabbing her own arm and looking at the floor with a light smile on. –”You and Mitsuru really changed my view on things. About myself, my family… I can’t begin to imagine where I’d be without you two.”--. She laughed it off.

–”I guess you’re right, Mako… But well. What do you say we amp up the mood a little bit?”--. She said, reaching for something in her purse. –”I didn’t exactly know what to get, but I remembered that plushie you gave me one time. Jack Frost, was it?”--. She said, pulling a little Black Frost out of the blue. –”Matching Jacks, huh? I didn’t know you were that corny, Yuka”--. Yuki took the plushie from Takeba’s hand. –”This is really cute though, I like him.”--. The boy had a smile on his face as he put the plushie on what would be his inventory. –”I’m glad you liked it!”--. Yukari was notoriously happy, as if they hadn’t just had a whole existential conversation seconds ago.

Their food came and went, and afterwards; they left the café. Not to go to the Dorm yet, but to wander around Iwatodai Station, and sit back on a bench, watching the stars.

–”Yuki?”--. Takeba was resting on Makoto’s shoulder, as he had his head softly resting over her own head. –”When everything is over… I want to take you out, somewhere outside from here. Just the two of us. I’ll ask Mitsuru if the Kirijo group can get us some kind of transportation, and I’ll take you somewhere. Maybe a big city, maybe a beautiful countryside; whatever you want. Just… to be together. Spend some time, you know?”--. The sky was full of stars, all shining brighter than the last. It had stopped snowing, though the floor, bench and everything around them was full of snow. –”Hey, hey. No need to be fancy with me, Yuka. You know anything works well with me, I’m a simple guy.”--. He said, chuckling a little. –”I just wanna make it special! You know, after everything you’ve done for me… I thought I could at least repay you, somehow…”--.

Takeba blushed in an intense tone of red while speaking. Yuki grabbed her hand, speaking up quickly. –”Don’t be stupid, Yuka. You’re already “repaying” me, whatever that means. Just… being here. It’s enough for me.”--. He looked directly into her eyes, and could see how Yukari was as red as a tomato. Before she could speak up, he stole a quick kiss from her lips.

–”Let’s… stay here, like this. For a little while. We´ll go home later…”--. Takeba squeezed his hand as gently as she could, as she was full of different emotions at the moment. –”You–... I–... I love you.”--. She whispered, as she responded to Yuki’s moves with a profound kiss of her own.

After some minutes, they both went back to the dorm; where they continued the act at Makoto’s dorm. Finally, they fell asleep on his bed, waking up early the next morning and having Takeba go to hers as quickly as possible, with no one noticing.

#Persona 3 #P3FES #Makoto Yuki #Makoto Yuuki #Minato Arisato #Yukari Takeba #Shuyuka #Fanfic

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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years

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I’m not sure if you do matchups for OCs but I’m extremely curious. They aren’t really created for BNHA but I’ll try to give the best description that I can!

He has the ability to change his appearance to suit whatever situation he is in, however the most common traits are a small yet muscular stature with an appearance that suggests he is in his late 20s or early 30s. His face is often hidden via the use of various masks (his favourite being a piece of paper with a smiley face drawn on) so there’s nothing much to say there other than short, neat brown hair can sometimes be visible. His clothing choices often consist primarily of suits or sometimes woollen jumpers. He also doesn’t really have a dating preference when it comes to gender, though he does tend to be slightly more interested in men.

His personality can change along with his appearance so getting along with people is extremely easy for him. He can go from being extremely serious, humourless, distant and quiet: to then caring, fatherly, sweet and affectionate; only to then become loud, chaotic, funny and social. This isn’t done out of a desire to manipulate though. It’s done so that he is able to avoid rejection from others, which he is quite afraid of, and it’s even done subconsciously 99% of the time. Despite this fear, however, he tends to give off an air of confidence and can seem very approachable. He doesn’t really have many hobbies to speak of since he tends to focus most of his time working, but he does deeply enjoy people watching or walking around large cities or feeding birds in any nearby parks. He tends to enjoy singing as well, though he mostly does it while other people aren’t around.

This isn’t a very long description but I did my best to think of anything important. I’m sorry if it’s too short though.

(Sure I do! I looked back to check and I totally used to do it for OC's. The only thing I'd add for anyone reading this to maybe include a name or nickname for me haha. For this work I'll just refer to him as "OC", hope you like it!)

Match-Up #21

-I match him with Mummy-

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-The two of them likely met in the dead of the night. Makihara had mistaken him for one of his targets he'd been hired to take out. Given his ruthless practices as a mercenary, he'd attacked swiftly and without a second thought in his mind. Had the mask not fallen from OC's face then Makihara would've likely killed him on the spot. OC quickly picked up his mask and high tailed it out of there, clearly shaken up from the whole ordeal and secretly regretting his nighttime walking ritual. Makihara simply stood there and watched the man run off into the darkness of the night. He'd not only made his first big mistake on the job, but he'd also set into motion a chain of events that would lead to him breaking one of his most sacred rules: don't fall in love.

-Makihara developed a tendency towards basically stalking OC ever since Makihara caught a glimpse of them. It was distracting him from his usual business both with his clients and with helping Nine out as well. The only thing on his mind lately was that look of shock on a beautiful face illuminated underneath the pale shine of the full moon. Makihara spent his days trying to develop a speech to not only apologize but to also win over the heart of the man with the masks. So he stayed low and always kept vigilant. He learned OC's behavior, all of his mannerisms in a week or two's time. He noticed the way his personality shifted forms just as easily as he did. He wasn't a social butterfly yet he was at the same time. He was able to navigate his way through any conversation with any person he spoke to, often settling himself like molding clay to the person he was with in that moment. To Makihara he'd seemed like a huge people pleaser. If Chimera were here in the moment, he'd call it 'extreme ass kissing' and Slice would refer to it as manipulation. Neither of these were the case as Makihara would come to learn after he'd gotten into a relationship with OC. It taken perhaps a full month before Makihara decided to stage his 'accidental' running into OC on the streets. He'd toss away his pride and apologize without hesitation. OC had taken it with a grain of salt while still managing to make Makihara believe he trusted him fully. One apology date led to another, and still another that finally led into the full relationship.

-To OC, Mummy was a rather interesting person to be in a relationship with. The man always seemed to be at a loss for words whenever he'd viewed OC without a mask of sorts, and he also tended to stick around in silence as he watched OC work around the house on his off days. Mummy was always watching and sometimes sneering without even knowing. After a while OC had broken down to ask if Mummy hadn't truly liked him as much as he let off, and worry was very apparent on his face when asking this. Mummy had snapped out of his trance and stared at OC apologetically. "Sorry...I just stare and I'm not the best at expressing myself. To answer your question, you're the only person I tolerate more than anyone else." The conversation sloped downward after that. In translation: Mummy cared a great deal about OC and was just awful at expressing it. It was clear the longer the two of them stayed together however. Mummy had taken to hoarding some of OC's suits and jumpers, and claiming them as his own. "We're a couple yes? Then what's mine if yours and what's yours is mine" the man grumbled before wrapping himself up in yet another article of OC's clothing. Aside from this, Mummy also tended to offer for them to go on walking dates considering that's what he knew OC was most pleased with. He figured it would help getting the man's face out of work if he held the idea of walking over his head. OC accepted the offer every time and Mummy always felt rather accomplished afterward. Although he was silent and bad at expressing himself, sometimes Mummy would surprise OC by offering stern yet loving words of support. "Don't be afraid to show yourself whole around me. I love you as you are, no matter what flaws you may think you have." He wanted that mask off when OC was around him, both physical and metaphorical. He didn't want OC to think he needed to pretend to be accepted by him. Never in a million years.

-One of the most fulfilling moments of dating to Mummy was the day he accidentally heard OC singing to himself in the shower. He was organizing the mask drawer (no doubt an obvious act of love) when he'd heard a light humming from the bathroom. OC likely thought Mummy was out of the house and grabbing them a shared breakfast since that's what Makihara usually did in the mornings. He approached the bathroom door slowly and quietly before placing his ear over the door and listening closely. Masked ever so slightly by the shower water was a melody falling so sweetly from the lips of his lover. Mummy could've stood there all day and listened to the song if it hadn't been for the sound of the water shutting off abruptly and the shower curtain being moved to the side. Mummy reluctantly moved his head from the cold wooden door and quickly crept out of the house before OC could notice he was even there in the first place. Now he'd likely find this to be his new favorite activity of the mornings. Anytime he could catch a song being sung by his love, he'd stop and listen with the hopes that OC would someday be brave enough to sing it to him and for him.

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