#[ he's always cheering me up !! my best spoon !! <5<5 ]

[despairforme]

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

in which this story comes to an end. (fucking finally.)

part eight of the post-marineford portion of the near miss fics! (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) if you have no idea what i’m talking about but would like to read a shanks/buggy story about kissing in disguise and then having to deal with the emotional fallout of doing that, click on this link, that’s the tag for the whole thing in chronological order. (plus a fair bit of complaining about writing, one inspirational improvised musical number, and a snippet of shanks pov) if you do know what i’m talking about: it’s done! it’s done!! i wish i could say i planned to end this on 3/8 but lmao, did not know the significance of the day until, like, this tuesday. but it’s done. i’m taking a break from the world of this story to work on some gift exchange fics, but i will be uploading the first few fics to ao3 soon, and should start posting the shanks POV post-marineford story in late april. if there are scenes you’d especially like his POV on, let me know! i’ll do my best to incorporate them.

Buggy spent a very cathartic half-hour shouting at a bunch of guys who ate up his words with a spoon.  Always eager to please, the men obediently found themselves disembarkation buddies, cleaned up the messes they’d made, and started gathering their things (mostly weapons they’d stolen off the guards at Impel Down).

It was nice to be respected, Buggy thought as he watched them scurry around the ship.  However misplaced the respect, it made people listen to him, something Buggy had wanted for as long as he could remember.  He’d never been able to get enough.  Probably never would, if the hunger that grew every time these men cheered his name was anything to go by.

He wandered up to the room he shared with Galdino—thankfully empty, he didn’t want to end up in another slap fight over details—and took care of his own possessions. (It wouldn’t do to have any excuses to delay or hang back when they got to the meeting point.) With the modified Marine jacket and hat back on, Buggy could fit everything else in a small satchel that he strapped around his waist, neatly hidden by a twist in a sash and the way the jacket fell.  He left the room… more or less the way it had been when he arrived—there was no way to hide that dent in the wall, and Galdino would have to be the one to deal with the smear of wax across half the bed—and exited the room for the last time, taking in the view of the deck below with a contented sigh.

The Red Force was a well-run ship—a compliment Buggy would never voice aloud, but in the privacy of his own mind he allowed himself to think it.  Even with hundreds of strangers aboard who couldn’t help but get in the way, she was clean, well-equipped, and sailing smoothly.  Buggy didn’t know if he’d be able to say the same in a few hours, when all these men would be trying to squeeze onto the somewhat smaller Big Top.  Buggy rubbed a hand across his mouth to hide his involuntary grimace at the thought.  Maybe the island they were meeting up on had some industry he could put them to work at?  A farm would be fantastic, if he could get paid for their labor and get the produce at a discount as well… 

Buggy looked over the deck in search of one of Shanks’ senior officers.  He didn’t know most of them by name, but those cloaks and capes they wore were distinctive enough that he thought he should be able to identify them on sight, and surely if the one he found didn’t know anything about the island, they could point him to someone who did.  The navigator?  Roux, who seemed to know a little about everything?  Beckman, whose job it was to know something about everything?

And, think of the devil, one of the doors to the interior of the ship opened to reveal Beckman, speaking with a few of those cloaked men.  They each went their own way, and Beckman crossed to the railing, taking up a pose not dissimilar from Buggy’s a few levels above him.  That was a first mate for you, always keeping an eye on things, one way or another.

Buggy sent his feet down the stairs and the rest of him took the shorter path, swooping down to Beckman’s side like a giant white bat.  To his credit, Beckman didn’t react to this unusual approach. Instead, calm as anything, he said, “Whatever you said to those men, it seems to be doing the trick.  Thanks.”

Buggy waved the praise off.  “If they’re so eager to be under my command, they’ve got to start learning to behave themselves sooner or later.  Might as well be now.”  Leaning an elbow against the railing, Buggy looked Beckman over.  He sure did seem a lot more relaxed now than he’d been outside Shanks’ rooms.  Relaxed enough to share intel?  “Tell me something.”

Beckman glanced sideways at Buggy.  “Hm?”

“What do you know about this island where we’re meeting up with my crew?  Is it populated?”

“Ah, I don’t think so, no,” Beckman said, tilting his head back, recalling the facts.  “Snake picked a jungle island that’s a bit out of the way of normal trade routes.  There’s some ruins, but no signs of recent habitation.”

Buggy tried not to visibly wilt.  “Ah.”

Beckman’s eyes lingered on Buggy.  “We didn’t want to risk a naval presence on the island getting word out to the rest of the Marines.”

“No, no, it makes sense.”  Buggy sighed, shoving a hand under his hat to scrub at his hair.  “Just trying to figure out how the hell I’m gonna feed all these guys in that case.”  No way had anyone thought to tell Alvida that Buggy was bringing new guys with him, let alone a lot of new guys.  She’d have gotten the ship supplied with their normal numbers in mind.

Well, the new guys were a tough bunch, maybe they’d see hunting for their dinner as a fun challenge.  Assuming there was anything safe to hunt and eat on this island… Buggy dug his fingers into his scalp, biting back a frustrated groan.

Beckman laughed.  “Yeah, I don’t envy you that job. At least we were expecting to take on passengers.”  He whistled to get the attention of someone up in the crow’s nest and flashed a hand sign at them.  After a few exchanges, he stopped signing and rolled his eyes.  “Stubborn, overworking little—” He cut himself off and glanced at Buggy.  “Was that all you wanted from me?”  Buggy nodded.  “Then I’ll see you when Shanks finally gets up the nerve to talk to you… or when we land.  Whichever comes first.”  With that, he walked over to the mast, got the attention of a young man who’d been leaning against it, and grabbed onto a low-hanging rope.  The two of them pulled themselves up into the rigging—to harass whoever was up in the crow’s nest into taking a break, probably.

Buggy watched them climb for a minute, a frown crawling its way across his face.  When Shanks finally gets up the nerve to talk to you��� so there was something Shanks was hiding that he didn’t think he should, huh?  Buggy had figured the feeling he was getting off Shanks was about one of those topics he’d had private conversations with Roger about way back when, not something that Shanks would consider any of Buggy’s business.  But apparently that wasn’t the case.

Buggy’s frown deepened.  He could come up with a list of topics Shanks wouldn’t want to broach but would still feel obligated to bring up, no problem.  But that list was short, and Buggy didn’t like the thought of discussing anything on it.

Unsettled, Buggy leaned back against the mast, arms crossed.

“Look out below!!!”

Buggy looked up and shrieked at the sight of a man falling head-first out of the crow’s nest.  He scattered—it wasn’t like his body would soften the blow enough that the guy would live—and then blinked, as a rope he hadn’t noticed went taut, and the falling slowed to a gentle, somehow mechanical motion.

“The hell is wrong with you?!” he demanded, floating up to be eye-level with the slowly descending man.  This was, if Buggy remembered correctly, Shanks’ sniper, Yasopp, of the infamous years-long tempting out to sea.  Someone with good aim, and a keen eye, but not particularly decisive—or, at least, he hadn’t been back then.  He was also apparently someone with a shitty sense of humor; he wasn’t answering Buggy’s question because he was too busy laughing and pointing at Buggy.

“Your face!  Oh, my stomach hurts,” he said, clutching at his waist.  “Oh man, that was almost worth getting kicked out of the nest.”  As they approached the ground, he shifted his weight so his feet would touch down first, and untangled himself from the rope with practiced ease.  “Phew.  Sorry, uh—Buggy, right?  Yeah, sorry about that.  The crew knows better than to stand so close to the mast when the watch changes, and I didn’t think to check before I jumped.”

“Jumping from the crow’s nest for fun.”  Buggy shook his head.  “And here I thought you people were almost respectable.”  Yasopp, the maniac, cackled.  Beckman, drifting down to the deck on his own rope mechanism, in a much more orderly fashion, chuckled a little.

“It’s possible we’ve been on… well, not our best behavior.  Let’s call it better behavior than usual, these last few days,” Beckman admitted.  “Except for Yasopp, who doesn’t know the meaning of the concept and so stays up in his nest.”

“You haven’t been on your best behavior, you’re as mean as ever,” Yasopp said, putting on an over-the-top pout.

Beckman rolled his eyes.  “Because I need to be, to get anything done around here,” he said.  “And you need a break.  Drink, talk to someone, tinker with one of your ridiculous trick bullets, I don’t care, just—let someone else keep an eye on things for a few hours, okay?”  He nudged Yasopp in the side with an elbow.  “Or are you gonna say you didn’t train your juniors well enough at their job?”

Yasopp crossed his arms, sulky.  “No,” he conceded.

“Good,” Beckman said.  Giving Buggy an apologetic grimace as he untied himself, he said, “I trust he’s apologized to you already?”  His tone suggested that if he hadn’t, Yasopp would soon regret it.

What a mother hen of a first mate, Buggy thought, fighting down a smile. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” he said, shrugging off the incident like it hadn’t carved a decade off his lifespan.  “I should’ve known you people had to be at least a little crazy, since you run around with Shanks.”

A small smile crossed Beckman’s face, and Yasopp muffled a snort of laughter in a fist.

Someone called out in a panicky tone for Beckman from a far corner of the ship, and the smile fell off his face.  “If you’ll excuse me?”  Not waiting for a reply from either of them, Beckman walked off.

“So mean,” Yasopp said, fondness creeping into his voice.

“That’s first mates for you,” Buggy said, unable to keep a similar fondness out of his own voice.  Shanks had done a good job finding this guy.  When you grew up with the gold standard first mate (or, heh, the Silvers standard?), it was hard to find someone who could measure up.  “Keeping things in order when your captain’s lost his head.”

Yasopp chuckled.  “Ah, the boss isn’t that bad off.”  When Buggy gave him a skeptical look, he smirked.  “Lost his heart, maybe, but he knows where his head’s at.”

“I—uh.”  Flustered, Buggy cleared his throat.  He’d really just gone and said it.  “You’re a lot less subtle than your crewmates.”

Yasopp shrugged.  “I leave subtlety to subtle men.  I’m not built for it; I’m built for getting to the heart of the matter, and doing it fast.”  He extended two fingers towards Buggy, lifted his thumb into the air, and twitched his hand like it was a gun recoiling.  “We both know where things stand.  What’s the use in dancing around it?”

“Sure,” Buggy muttered, his thoughts going back to what Beckman had said.  What was it Shanks both didn’t want to tell him and needed to tell him?  What was there left unsaid, besides the sort of thing Buggy had already decided didn’t need saying?  He crossed his arms.  Damn it, he’d been trying to avoid thinking about this shit!

“Hey,” Yasopp said, snapping his fingers to draw Buggy’s attention.  “You work with bombs, right?  You make them yourself?”

Welcoming the change in topic, Buggy scoffed.  “Of course,” he said, “only an idiot trusts the kind of weapons manufacturers who are willing to sell to pirates to make explosives that are good, reliable, and cheap, and I have better things to spend my money on.”  He narrowed his eyes at Yasopp.  “Why?”

“Because Beck just gave me permission to tinker with my trick bullets, and if you make your own explosives you might be able to figure out what I’m doing wrong with this one.”  Digging around in one of his oversized ammunition pouches, Yasopp presented Buggy with an unusually lightweight cartridge.  “Here, what do you think?”

Buggy cracked the cartridge open, curious.  Inside was a pool of silvery-black gunpowder and a thin-walled hollow bullet, which proved to have some other kind of powder inside.  Buggy pinched that powder between two fingers, rubbing them together to feel the grit and then sniffing at the residue left behind.  He stared at his fingers, baffled, and smelled them again.  “What is that, aluminum and an ammonium salt?”  Yasopp nodded.  “Are you trying to make a cartridge that explodes in the barrel?”

Yasopp sighed, running a hand through his locs.  “What I want is a smoke bomb I can fire out of a gun.  What I’m getting is… that, more or less.”

“Yeah, of course you are, a big velocity change ignites this stuff easily.  With a different catalyst, though, or maybe a better sealed chamber…” Buggy trailed off, considering the bullet.  A miniature smoke bomb, huh?  Something that could stand up to the initial shock of gunfire, and turns to noise and powder on impact… “Do you have a chem lab around here somewhere?”

Yasopp grinned.

The two of them didn’t emerge from Yasopp’s workroom until the bell rang out announcing last call for lunch.  Buggy wasn’t sure he’d ever get the metallic burnt smell out of these clothes, but he didn’t care; this had been fun, the kind of idle experimenting with explosives that he hadn’t had time to do in years.  Buggy hadn’t realized how much of a man’s free time it ate up, captaining even a smallish crew, until he’d gotten a fraction of that time back.

“Too bad we didn’t figure out a solution for your smoke bullet problem,” he said, dusting the last of the gunpowder off his shirt sleeves.

“Eh, I’ve been working on this on and off for months, it wasn’t gonna be an easy fix,” Yasopp said, shrugging his star-spangled cloak back on.  “But it got both of us out of our heads for a few hours, so I’d hardly call it a waste.”

Buggy blinked at him, frozen with one arm in his jacket.  “Both of us?”

“You were fretting, I don’t know what about.  Shanks, at a guess.  And I’m… not good at letting other people take on my responsibilities.”  Yasopp grimaced.  “Beck doesn’t always have to toss me out of the nest, but…”

Buggy frowned, sliding the jacket up his other arm.  “I wasn’t fretting.”

Yasopp gave him an unimpressed look.  “Sure.  And what kind of concealer do you use to hide the frown lines you must have, if you make that face every hour of the day?”  When Buggy scowled at him, Yasopp said, “I’m not a subtle man, remember?  If you want somebody to pretend to believe your lies, you’re looking at the wrong guy.”

Buggy sighed.  As Yasopp locked the workroom up behind them, he admitted, “It… was good to get out of my head for a while.”  Yasopp gave him a squeeze on the shoulder, and they left it at that.

Lunch was a bit less exciting than the past few days had led Buggy to expect: the fried rice with pickled cabbage and ham that had been served with Shanks’ breakfast was the main dish on offer, with other repurposed leftovers making up the rest of the meal.  When Roux wasn’t looking, Buggy gave him a curious look.  The rest of the crew had been on their best behavior, according to Beckman… so, had Lucky Roux been showing off?  If he had, it had worked on Buggy; he still wanted to poach Roux for his own crew, even if this less impressive offering was his usual fare.

Eating his bowl of rice with a couple promising-looking toppings—all well-spiced and delicious, of course—Buggy made his way out onto the main deck.  A few Red-Haired and Whitebeard Pirates glanced Buggy’s way, but most of them had gotten used to Buggy over the last few days and returned to their meals without paying him any mind.  He peered down at the lower deck, crowded with men in worn prison uniforms standing in surprisingly well-organized clusters of twos and fours, finishing their lunch.

“Afternoon, men!” he called.

“Captain Buggy!” they cheered.

“Let’s see,” Buggy said, and on a whim set aside his bowl to chop off his feet and swoop down, close enough to excite his men but just out of reach.  “Aren’t you arranged all nice and orderly?  It looks like you did as I asked.”

“Of course!”

“We’d do anything you asked, Captain Buggy!”

Buggy grinned.  Music to his ears.  “Then I suppose I should reward you, shouldn’t I?”  A few excited sounds rose from the crowd as Buggy returned to his spot on the deck above them.  “Hm… I’ve told you a few stories of the old days with Captain Roger, and a few more adventures of the great Captain Buggy’s crew.  But there’s someone I’ve yet to introduce you to, a captain who’s been allied with me and mine these last few months.”  Someone who might need some convincing to cooperate with the sudden appearance of all these guys… and who was more eager for praise than even Buggy.  “Let me tell you how the strong, beautiful Iron Mace Alvida saved my life.”

A hush fell over the crowd.

“Yes, I know what you’re thinking: the great Captain Buggy, in need of rescue?!”  The wide-eyed stares Buggy received confirmed this.  And by the look of it, some of the men were mentally tacking on the phrase by a woman? to that question, as he’d suspected they would.  Yeah, best to nip that potential problem in the bud.  “Well, I’d been through a terrible trial in the days leading up to our first meeting.  Separated from my crew, from my body, alone on a half-wrecked ship, starving, a vicious sea monster rising out of the waves before me, his many-toothed maw dripping with drool, eager to eat me—when suddenly!  A great iron mace came down on his skull!”  Buggy slammed his lunch bowl against the railing, the crash of metal on wood drawing the eye of every man below.

Buggy grinned.  If they hadn’t been hooked before, they sure were now.

He fudged some of the details, of course—no need to reveal exactly who had put him through that terrible trial, or how his crew had behaved in his absence.  But the broad strokes were true enough, and the changes he made were in support of his reason for telling the story: to convince these guys to respect Alvida, to flatter her as they did him, to make this joining of forces go as smoothly as possible.  Sure, it didn’t put Buggy in the best light, at least not at first, but he didn’t want Alvida taking a perceived slight out on a man who might be able to stand up to her mace.  If revealing one of his weaknesses was how he avoided that disaster, so be it.

He was just reaching the ‘rescuing his crew from cannibals’ climax of the story when a cry rang out from above: “Land ho!”

Finally.  The relief that rushed through Buggy nearly made him cry.  After all the many hells he’d been through since being arrested… things could finally start getting back to normal.

“We’ll continue this story after we disembark,” Buggy announced, to a few disappointed groans from his men.  “Find your buddy if you lost track of him during lunch!  Make sure you both have everything you’re taking with you!  Stay out of the way of the Red-Haired Pirates while they’re get us to shore, but be ready to leave the second we’re docked!”

“Aye, Captain!”

But of course, it wasn’t quite that simple.

Buggy found Galdino sitting in the empty mess with Lucky Roux, making polite conversation over a pot of tea.  Though, with these two, it might not actually be the conversation it seemed to be—something about the island Roux sourced his tea from?  Apparently it was a distinctive blend, and hard to acquire.

“Did you need something, Buggy?” Galdino asked, an undertone of irritation to his voice.  Because of course Buggy needed something, why else did he ever seek Galdino out?

Well, if Galdino didn’t want to be used, he shouldn’t have made himself so useful.

“The dock’s gone,” Buggy said.  “Either rotted through or swept away in a storm.”

Galdino glanced up at him, and set down his teacup.  “Well, at least it’ll be a challenge.  Lucky Roux, it’s been a pleasure.”

“It’s sure been something, having you people aboard,” Roux said with a wide smile.  “Hopefully not for the last time.”

Buggy snorted.  “In your captain’s dreams.”

Galdino muffled a laugh in his fist; Roux didn’t bother concealing his amusement.  Buggy realized how his words had come off, scowled, and stormed out of the mess with a mutter of, “Come on, Galdino.”

The two of them joined Beckman and the Red-Haired Pirates’ navigator at the bow of the ship, and considered the space where a dock clearly used to be.  A ship this big, an island with such a sharp drop from shore to sea?  They wouldn’t be able to land without a dock. 

“Can you do it?” Beckman asked.

“I’ll need to begin from the shore,” Galdino said, thoughtful.  “If it isn’t well anchored from the start it’ll drift away.”

“That’s no problem.” Buggy chopped his feet off and leaned forward, letting Galdino sit cross-legged on his back.  He flew them to shore, where Galdino made some long wax spears that Buggy wedged into place.  When they were securely dug in, Galdino melted the tops of the spears and, starting from that spot, created more wax to mold into a floating dock.  Nothing that would be any good at anchoring a ship the size of the Red Force long-term, but they didn’t intend to be here any longer than necessary.  So long as it could hold firm while the men disembarked, that was all they needed.

While Galdino worked, Buggy hovered above the canopy, looking for any kind of promising location to settle his men.  He quickly spotted the ruins Beckman had mentioned—several of the old buildings were tall enough to be seen well above the treetops, the gray of the stone standing out against all the greenery of the jungle.  There was one with a large paved area around it, not far from the shore, which seemed promising.  Buggy took a moment to fix the spot in his memory, then went back to tell Galdino about it.

Galdino barely paid him any mind. He was focused on his work, and confident enough in it to stand on the dock as he was building it, a foot or two of wax all that separated him from the awful, helpless death that awaited any Devil Fruit user in the ocean.  It was bold of him; Buggy preferred a nice, reliable boat any day.

“Any messages to pass on to the men?” he asked, hovering at Galdino’s shoulder.

“They’ll need to be light on their feet, and should stick to the center of the dock,” Galdino said.  He was starting to sweat; extruding this much wax in one go must take a lot of effort.  “If their weight isn’t balanced right, one wrong move could capsize this whole thing.”

Buggy blanched.  Yeah, he could never.  “Noted,” he squeaked, and flew back to the Red Force to convey these instructions.

Despite Galdino’s warnings, the disembarkation went well.  Buggy watched with no small amount of pride as the buddy system worked beautifully, each pair of men walking down the gangplank, across the waxen dock, and onto the shore without any signs of a bottleneck developing.  Being listened to was nice—it was very nice—but being listened to, having your orders followed, and seeing them work exactly as you imagined, now that was heaven.  Buggy might not be the strongest pirate the world had ever seen, but damn it, he was good at this shit.

As the last dozen pairs prepared to leave the Red Force, Buggy felt a gentle weight press down on his foot.  He frowned, tried to remember where he’d left his feet, and only then noticed a presence on the main deck that made his hackles rise.

Shanks.

“Are you holding my feet hostage?”

“That depends,” Shanks said, giving Buggy an unreadable look.  “Are you leaving without saying goodbye?”

Oh, this guy.  On his own ship, surrounded on all sides by his most trusted officers, and still managing to look like some kind of miserable wet cat, terrified of being left alone.

“And how was I supposed to say goodbye to someone who’s been hiding from me?” Buggy asked, instead of the dozen meaner things he wanted to say.

Shanks glanced away, suddenly awkward, and Buggy took the opportunity to look him over.  The shower had done him good, gotten him clean of all that secondhand makeup—though it had not, Buggy noticed with a quiet little thrill, removed the bruises that had apparently been hiding underneath some of that makeup.  His hair looked nicer, almost healthy, even pinned back by the sunglasses Shanks had propped up high on his forehead.  “Are these the shame glasses I’ve heard so much about?”

Shanks’ hand rose to fiddle with the temple of the glasses.  “Ah, yeah.”

“I thought your crew was supposed to laugh at you while you were wearing them?”

“They’ve been laughing at me, all day,” Shanks said, tired.  “And they’ve been right to, given… everything.”

Well, that was ominous.

With a sigh, Shanks said, “There’s something I should have told you earlier, Buggy, but there never seemed to be a good time, and… I didn’t know how to say it.”  A sheepish smile pulling at the corner of his lip, he said, “I still don’t, to be honest,” and pulled the sunglasses down over his eyes.

It took Buggy a moment to put it together.  Shanks’ discomfort, the way the large mirrored lenses took up so much space on his face, the nervous twist of his lips… then Shanks ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and it clicked.  All the blood draining out of his face, Buggy caught Beckman’s eye; he nodded, ever so slightly.

(Fuck.)

Buggy got up in Shanks’ face, looking past his own wide-eyed reflection to confirm that spark of recognition.  Shanks leaned back, Buggy reconnected to his own feet, and at this angle… yeah, he knew that face.  He’d kissed it, once.

(Oh fuck, he’d pickpocketed that guy, too.)

Fighting down a hysterical burst of laughter, Buggy said, voice high-pitched from the strain, “Well, uh, thanks for the ride, Shanks!  I’d say I owe you one, but I’m pretty sure you still owe me another two or three dozen favors before we’re even.”  He backed up, hands brushing along the railing as he inched towards the stairs, and beyond them the gangplank, the dock, the island, freedom.

(Somewhere he could have a little breakdown about this revelation in private.)

“Buggy…” Shanks cautiously held out a hand.

Buggy pulled back out of reach.  “I’m not saying goodbye to you, Shanks!” he snapped.  Shanks faltered, his hurt visible even past those ridiculous sunglasses, and Buggy sighed.  Did he have to spell it out?  “Stupid.  I already told you.”

Confusion wasn’t a much better look on Shanks.  Well, either he’d figure out or he wouldn’t.

Buggy rolled his eyes, spun around, and ran off.  Over his shoulder, he promised, “Until next time, Red-Hair!”

[ceapa-mica]

The Choices We Make | Chapter 5: Stealth

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Pairing: Imperial!Crosshair x Tholothian!OC

Warnings: angst

Word count: 2767

Summary: Zareena has a plan to search for information regarding Lyle's wherabouts.

a/n: Welcome back!

Sorry I didn't post this chapter sooner, but after that season finale I was too depressed to write for almost a week. I love writing a grumpy character falling in love, and I hope you have just as much fun reading this chapter as I had writing it, dear reader. Enjoy!

"What is this? Misfit central?"

That was the first of many comments Zaree paid no mind to as she approached the table Crosshair sat at with a sad expression on her face. She had looked sad last night, but now even more so, and Crosshair had a feeling something had happened. She didn't look like she fully acknowledged his presence as she sat down and shoved the mushy food over her plate with her spoon. That ray of sunshine of a woman was gone and that concerned Crosshair.

"You're bringing the mood down here." he said, keeping a neutral expression, staring at her while slowly eating the goo that was supposed to be breakfast. "Did one of those regs upset you again?" he asked with a lot of suppressed anger, eying the table the group of clones that were bothering them were sitting at.

"If that was only the case." she huffed. "My foreman paid me a visit this morning. He said someone new will take Lyle's position. They really want to replace him, I- I don't want to work with someone new. How can they do that?!" she hit her fist on the table, accidentally spilling her caf. "Shit…" With one hand she tried to dry the puddle of caf, the other wiped away the tears forming in her eyes.

Crosshair had never seen Zaree like this. At that moment he decided he hated seeing her so unhappy. Sure, her usually positive nature annoyed him at times, but seeing such a warm person so broken made him feel things, which, of course, he wouldn't show.

"The work needs to be done, and since your friend is gone…" he tried his best to find words of comfort, but comforting someone was really not one of his strengths.

"I know you're right… I just wish Lyle would be here. I'm sure you two would get along well. I made a new plan by the way."

Crosshair sighed exasperatedly. "What now?"

Zaree looked around and whispered "Come to the maintenance room at noon, that's when my shift ends. I can't tell you here."

He rubbed the bridge of his nose at the thought of another one of her "excellent" plans. "Fine, but don't waste my time."

The corners of Zaree's mouth twitched in an almost-smile and she stood up and left, her breakfast left halfway uneaten. Usually she was a good eater, but today she simply wasn't that cheerful Tholothian woman Crosshair had met. The cheeky glint in her eyes was gone, replaced by a weariness he hadn't seen before. After finishing his breakfast, Crosshair took a detour to the kitchen where he secretly stole some of the better rations for her to eat later. From what Zaree had told him about Lyle, he had always looked out and been there for her. Crosshair felt like this duty was now his for the time being… until Lyle returned, so he hoped. He wanted to help find her friend to see her happy again, he really did.

As Crosshair showed up at the maintenance room at noon he was surprised to find a stranger spinning on the chair - a young human man with tousled brown hair and dark shadows under his eyes who was listening to the newest jizz tunes on his headphones.

"Who are you?" Crosshair asked with obvious distrust in his voice.

"I could ask you the same question. What's a trooper doing down here?"

"I'm looking for Zareena."

"Aw the little lady got caught up repairing the valves on boiler S43. Had to postpone her lunch break."

As a sniper Crosshair had learned to be patient and leaned against the doorframe, waiting for fifteen minutes. He had to show up for yet another medical exam right after lunch break so he couldn't stay.

"Tell Zareena I was here."

"Sure thing, clone!"

Crosshair rolled his eyes at the way the young man talked. He didn't like him, especially not that he smelled like deathsticks. He took the rations he had stolen from the kitchen with him since he had a feeling that the boy would eat them himself instead of giving them to Zaree.

When Zaree didn't show up for dinner either, Crosshair became worried. Worry and uncertainty were feelings he hated more than anything and didn't exactly improve his mood. With a scowl on his face he went to bed that night, but couldn't fall asleep. Too many thoughts occupied his mind. He wondered what the Batch were up to. Why wasn't Zaree at dinner? What would his next mission be? Those were the questions that wouldn't let him catch any sleep. Around midnight, when he was about to doze off, there was a knock on the door of his quarters. He sat straight up, wondering who it could be. A new mission? 

"Come in!" Crosshair looked in surprise as Zaree came into his quarters. "You have no authorization to be on that level. Please tell me you didn't steal another access card."

"Good evening to you too. And no, this time I came through the ventilation shafts. A great way to go places in this building that are protected by doors you need those cards for."

"How the fuck do you even know which room is mine? I never told you."

She grinned, the mirthful spark in her eyes had returned. "Lyle taught me some basic slicing. That's how I learned your CT number and then looked up your room. Easy."

How she stood in his room in a confident stance, hands on her hips made his mouth go dry. "You came here for a reason. What did you want to tell me?"

Zaree sighed and sat down cross-legged at the end of his bed. "First of all, I'm sorry I didn't show up during mealtimes when I said I would. I had to show that newbie around and explain everything three times because his only interest seems to be his kriffing music box. He works so sloppy and slow… I just hope that's only temporary but…probably not."

Crosshair cocked his head listening to her vent. "Some people just can't get the job done. That's what it feels like working with regs."

"Oh come on, not all regs are like this!"

He rolled his eyes in frustration at the mere thought of how the regs had treated him and his brothers when they were young and still as grown ups. "Now to the reason you visit me in the middle of the night. Y'know what this could look like to someone else. Young lady, visiting me at night…"

Zaree searched for the right words. "I- um oh I'm not here to-  I don't want you to think…" Crosshair enjoyed watching her stammer, a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. "I told you at breakfast that I have a new plan." She was suddenly interrupted by the growling of her stomach which was loud enough for Crosshair at the other end of his bed to hear. He grabbed the flimsi bag with the rations he had stolen from the kitchen and threw it on the bed in front of her.

"Wanted to give this to you since lunchtime. Didn't trust your new coworker enough to leave it there for you."

"Aww that's so thoughtful! Thank you!" Her wide smile made him feel things he tried hard to suppress. As he watched her bite a chunk off the first ration bar, he wondered how her lips would feel on his - a thought that scared him so much he blinked to focus back on what she was saying with her mouth full.

"This facility has a prison. The thing is, Lyle never taught me how to slice into the registry. I need access to the data terminals for that."

"Those are…well protected. They scan your face for verification and alert the security if you don't have the necessary rank."

Zaree nodded. "I know that much. I can overwrite this standard protocol, which includes the face scanning. I need someone to keep watch while I'm doing this and you're my only friend right now…"

Crosshair sighed in exasperation. "Those reckless plans of yours will one day cost you your life. When do you plan on doing this?"

"Tonight."

He blinked once in disbelief. "Pulling a stunt like this takes days if not weeks to plan."

"Days or weeks are something Lyle doesn't have! We need to find him as soon as possible."

She took a small holoprojector from her bag. A map appeared as she switched it on, showing a floor plan with serval red markings.

"See those? That are all the security cams three floors down. The data terminal is right here." She pointed at a yellow marking, then pointed at a certain hallway. "There's the ventilation shaft. It can't be seen on any of those cams, but to get to the data terminal there is one cam that needs to be taken care of. There's a panel hidden in the wall. I can slice into the security system from there and disable it, and show the security personnel some old recordings. I need you to have my back there too."

"And how do you want to disable the cam without anyone seeing you?"

"The cam shows what's going on in the hallway in front of it, not what's happening right below it. I will sneak along the wall and disable it, slice the data terminal, you have my back, and we'll be out of there before you know it."

Crosshair grabbed one of his toothpicks from the small box on the shelf next to his bed. "You said Lyle has never shown you how to slice the prison registry. What makes you think you can do it without his help?"

"I need to try!"

He rubbed his temples at her determination and stubbornness. "Fine. Just be quick." He hated the idea of having to crawl through the ventilation shafts with her, but said nothing. She wanted her friend back, and being one of her friends himself, he should support her, he figured.

Maybe I'm not so bad at this whole "making friends" thing after all…

The mere idea of crawling through the ventilation shafts with Zaree made Crosshair uncomfortable, but actually doing it? Zaree crawled in front of him, knowing which direction to go. He tried to distract himself from the view of her backside in front of him, thinking about that little mission they were pulling off.

"We have to climb down three levels." she notified him. In front of her the ventilation shaft went down and with their hands and feet on its walls they managed to climb down without making much noise. Being a sniper, Crosshair was excellent at stealth. Snipers were supposed to be invisible and deadly, and crawling down a ventilation shaft undetected was one of his strengths. It was even easier wearing only his blacks, the plastoid of his armor would have made crawling quietly somewhat harder

Three levels down they crawled with the airflow until they saw light that came through a grid. Zaree grabbed her screwdriver from her utility belt to open it. 

She looked both sides down the hallways.

"Clear." She left the ventilation shaft and held out a hand for Crosshair to take, which he accepted. Afterwards she put the grid back into place, just in case.

"Let's get moving." he said in a hushed tone. Everything was going according to plan. They sneaked along the wall. Crosshair had a single blaster in his hand instead of his rifle he kept trained on the doors, ready to shot in a milisecond's notice. Meanwhile Zareena opened the panel and plugged in her datapad, slicing into the system.

"Oh man, no military funding goes into that security system, that's for sure." she chuckled. She typed on her datapad for several minutes in which Crosshair grew more and more impatient, yet he admired her skills. The way she was so focused on slicing reminded him of his brother, Tech.

They would probably get along well.

"That's it! We should remain undetected for a few minutes until they realize it's an old recording they see on their screens."

The data terminal was in a transparisteel compartment by the hallway. It was semi dark in there, in their case a clear advantage. Zareena frowned as she plugged in her datapad and worked her way to overwrite the terminal's protocols.

"And…I'm in. Great, now let's check those prisoner data." she mumbled, completely lost in her work.

Suddenly one of the doors hissed open and there were steps in the hallway. Crosshair reacted in the matter of a second, pulling Zaree into the dark corner of the compartment, putting his hand over her mouth to keep her from making any surprised noise. Her datapad was still hanging from the data terminal. If anyone looked any closer they were screwed.

Two white armored TK troopers walked past, thankfully none of them paid attention to the terminal or the trooper who kept a mechanic against his chest. They didn't dare breathe until the other door swished open and the troopers were gone. They both let out the breath they'd been holding, only to realize how close they were to each other. The look in Crosshair's eyes was more vulnerable than she had ever seen him. It trailed down to her lips, and so did hers to his own. They could feel each other's breath on their faces. Just a few centimeters closer and their lips would meet.

"We should… my datapad…" she whispered and let her hands sink from holding his waist.

"You better hurry." Crosshair's expression turned from vulnerable to sour in the matter of seconds. He wasn't mad at her, he was mad at himself.

How could I allow myself that? This is wrong. So, so wrong! You're a damn soldier, Cross! Act like it!

Zareena groaned as she opened the files. "Ugh! Fuck! There's no name to the prisoners, only numbers. But their species might be added in the data. Hang on… There it is… Umm…They have no Mon Calamari in custody? That… can't be. Lyle…" Tears were welling in her eyes as she unplugged her datapad from the terminal. "He's not in custody and there are no records that he ever was." Her shoulders sank and tears were now running down her cheeks.

Crosshair hesitated at first then put a hand on her cheek, wiping her tears with his thumb.

"We'll figure out what to do next. But first we need to get out of here."

Zaree nodded, wiping the remaining tears with the sleeve of her dark gray overall.

Back in the ventilation shaft they climbed the rest of the way down to the basement levels where the humid air greeted them. In front of the maintenance room with nobody else in sight, Zaree suddenly jumped to hug Crosshair's tall frame. He stiffened at the gesture, but eventually wrapped his arms around her waist as well.

"Thank you for helping me out tonight." she whispered into his ear and kissed his cheek as she let go of him.

She caused a warmth to spread in his chest that felt like a natural cure to the darkness that lingered there. He was afraid of that new feeling, but it felt too good to not welcome it into his heart.

"Get some sleep, I'll see you at breakfast." was all he could say.

"Funny, I just wanted to tell you the same." She yawned symbolically. "Sweet dreams, Crosshair." With a tired smile she went into the maintenance room where she crashed on the cot that for some reason smelled like deathsticks, but Zaree was too tired to care for her new co worker's bullshit.

Crosshair casually walked back to his quarters and as soon as he shut the door behind him, he hit his head back against it with a frustrated groan.

What is she doing to me? I can't allow myself to be vulnerable.

Just like her, he crashed on his bed and fell asleep almost instantly, the next morning would come soon enough. In that short night he dreamed of deep blue eyes and a smile so bright it was a contrast against her brown skin. That spark in Zareena's eyes followed him into his dreams, and Crosshair felt as light as a feather. This was no spice dream though, no, those feelings were real. He feared that they could become as addictive as spice nonetheless. His rational mind told him to be careful, while his heart yearned for more.

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a/n: He's catching feelings, and of course he doesn't know how to handle it! This is kind of a fix it fic because I wanna give Crosshair what he deserves: Love (and some good pussy later in the story) …and maybe a much deserved break lol

[warmaidensrevenge]

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

A/N: Hey all. So I have this idea of writing a fanfic with a couple of characters in season 4 of stranger things. However a good chunk of this will be for character development. This story will include my version of season 5. Also, this will be a series. Please enjoy.

Warnings: abuse, body insecurities, angst, sexual implications, and language, slow burn. Not proof read . Let me know it there are any I missed.

Summary: Our reader doesn't want to have feelings for Eddie. He's her best friend.

Part 1: Acceptance

You were sitting at the Hell Fire table picking at your beef stroganoff. "Ugh again!?" you said out loud.

"Yep" sighed the curly headed kid sitting next to you, picking up a spoon full and letting it fall back on the tray.

"Gross!" Mike spit out.

You look up at the boys and shook your head.

" Hey Dustin? Have you seen Munson?" You question the curly haired boy. Looking at the cafeteria door waiting for his arrival.

He's never late to lunch. You thought. It's his favorite period.

" Oh yeah. He said he had to make a call " Dustin said while taking a sip of chocolate milk.

You stared back down at your tray and decided to just eat your peas. No way we're you gonna eat stroganoff 3 days in a row.

Then you heard him. Theatrical as always. He spoke out, loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. It, brought a smile to your face.

"THIS MEAL WILL BE THE DEATH OF US ALL. 3 DAYS IN A ROW?! NO THANK YOU!" Eddie exclaimed. Walking backwards and accidentally bumping into a couple of cheerleaders while speaking towards the lunch lady.

"My apologies." he said with his signature smirk across his face. He does a slight bow and moves his arms gesturing for them to pass. Not noticing the ugly looks he was getting from them and the majority of the other students.

You still could never understand why they dislike him so much. Why they call him a freak? He was anything but. He was amazing. Crazy charismatic, funny, and just a big old softy to those in need. Like yourself.

You moved to Hawkins with your dad a few years ago. Your mom had up a left you guys when you were 15. Your dad couldn't handle the divorce and picked up drinking. And you had felt abandoned, which caused a depression that lead you to eat.

You got bullied so bad at school for the extra pounds you put on that he moved you guys to Hawkins. But you knew that wasn't the only thing that made you guys leave. He couldn't handle living there anymore. Too many memories of mom.

-

Your first day in 10th grade had started off like shit. You didn't know where to sit at lunch. You looked around the cafeteria and found an empty spot at a table with a few kids you heard laughing. All wearing identical shirts. As you made your way to the spot you tripped face first to the ground. Your lunch squished under you.

You heard laughing. While you struggled to get up, you slipped on some mashed potatoes. Falling backwards on your bottom. Bouncing a little. Your face now flushed with embarrassment then tears started to form in your eyes. You tried to fight them back and told yourself.

'Don't cry, not here, not on your first day.'

"Hey you should really watch where you're going miss piggy. You scuffed my shoe!" This pretty brunette girl in a cheer outfit scoffed.

She was standing with a few others who were laughing and pointing at you.

You dropped your eyes to the ground trying to figure how to get up without falling again. Suddenly you felt a hand grab you under your arm to help you up.

"Hey you ok? He ask softly.

"Y-yeah." You whispered.

You looked at him. A thin tall boy with a buzz cut wearing a black and white baseball tee with a cool looking logo on it. With the words Hellfire club just above it.

Your face flushed and he could tell you were about to cry.

You then saw him giving the laughing kids this type of death stare. And the laughing c'est. You took a quick glance around the room and noticed a look of fright on your peers faces.

"Hey. come on." He said while leading you out of the cafeteria.

He walked with you to the ladies room to make sure you got there alright and so you could clean up.

You were quiet. The silence was so loud as you two walked down the hall. You wanted to introduce yourself but couldn't find the courage to do so.

" I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson." He spoke out akwardly.

You remained quiet and felt like an ass for it.

"You're really shy huh?" Eddie asked.

You bit your lower lip out of nervousness feeling his eyes on you. You lifted your hand and gestured 🤏.

He let out a playful laugh. Then silence again.

"I'm y/n l/n" you said softly. " Uh thanks for umm helping me."

He was shocked when you finally said something.

"Sure thing. Kids out here can be kinda vicious." A very apologetic Eddie continued. " Sorry Sara tripped you."

" It's not your fault." you said looking at the side of Eddie's face.

He's cute. You thought.

A few more moments of silence passed. He took a couple of quick steps ahead of you and turned around to be in front of you. Walking slowly backwards. You looked a little worried at him. Afraid he might trip and fall too.

"Still sorry though."

He smiled in a way that made the corners of your lips turn upwards. Forgetting your previous thoughts.

The two of you stopped at the ladies restroom door. And you thanked him.

He then reached for the handle and opened the door for you. Doing a slight bow. "M'lady"

You let out a giggle. "Good sir."

You stepped forward when he started talk again.

"A real chatty Cathy." You said to yourself.

He grinned. "Hey if you want to find me at lunch on Monday. I'll introduce you to the fellas. And if you're up to it maybe... I can teach you what our club is all about. We are kinda into D & D.'

"You play dungeons and dragons? " Your question surprised him.

"You know about D & D?"

Your smile got just a bit bigger. " Meera Lang level 3 human knight at your service." You gave a quick nod.

Eddie freaked out. A girl. A girl who played D & D.

"Yeah you're definitely joining hellfire." He said. Not knowing how much that would mean to you later on.

-

Eddie and the guys really got you out of your shell. But sometimes you would just stay quiet so you could enjoy the conversations they had. Everyone was so funny and different. Especially Eddie. He would go on tangents about government conspiracies and how no one knew what real music was. Honestly you could listen to him talk forever.

-

It was a few weeks after you made friends with all the Hellfire guys. Eddie had set a shirt in front of you when you sat in the chair on his right.

"Hear yee hear yee!" Eddie proclaimed. Getting everyone's attention at the table." I present to you heathens our newest member." He held out both of his arms like if he was showing off a prize.

You blushed at the attention. Eyes widen as you looked at your new Hellfire shirt. Noticing the slight difference from all the matching ones. The sleeves were a dark green. Your favorite color. Not black like the others. You didn't know how Eddie knew that but, you couldn't contain your smile.

You ran your eyes over everyone, seeing the looks of approval. And turn to Eddie. " Thanks Munson."

His big brown eyes creased from the smile plastered on his face. He nodded officially welcome you to the club.

While picking up the shirt you looked down at the size.

A large.

Seeing it made you sink down a little in your chair. Eddie noticed the smile had faded from your face. He sat down and moved his chair close to you.

Leaning in enough so that he was just inches away. " What's wrong y/n?"

You felt a wave of nervousness rush over you. And you bit your lip. It was just a second later you released it. " It's not gonna fit." You said so low making sure that only Eddie would hear you.

"Shit!" Eddie matching your tone. " Sorry I -I should have asked. What size should I get? I can remake it."

Embarrassment filled you. You felt your face turning red. You put your hands on your lap and looked down out them. Fidgeting with your fingers. Then you saw Eddie's hand on top of yours making a flutter in your tummy. You felt a slight calming sensation run through your body. The feeling gave you the courage to look up at him. He had sorrowful look across his face.

" 2x." You said, feeling the anxiousness coming back. But his smile keeping it at bay.

" I got you, I'm sorry y/n." He spoke softly. Giving your hand a gentle squeeze before grabbing the shirt and the rest of his belongings.

" Hey Ed's, where ya going? " Gareth asked.

You watched as Eddie ignored him and made his exit.

He found you after school at the bike rack unlocking your bike. He jogged up so that he could catch you before you left. He reached out to take off your headphones.

You jumped and was relieved that it was Eddie standing there instead of one of the popular kids getting ready to say something harsh.

You reached down to pause the music.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

" Hey." you uttered. " Where did you go earlier?"

His grin sent you into a frenzy. He pulled a new Hellfire shirt from where he was hiding it behind him. " This should fit."

You took it thankfully and smiled. " You remade it so fast." You said as you put down your kickstand to hold up your bike.

He lifted his arm to rub the back of his neck." Yeah. I'm sorry. I should have asked you what size you needed."

As soon as he finished, you step in is personal space and embrace him in a hug. The top of your head just under his chin.

Eddie was taking back for just a moment but he returned the hug. Both not caring if there were others around watching you two.

You hug for a few seconds before you realized your stomach was touching his. You start to pull away from the shame but you felt hin squeeze you a bit harder.

For some reasons you felt like he knew you need someone to accept you for all of you. Not to judge you for what's on the outside. And the few more seconds that he held on to you. You knew. He didn't care about your size. He was your friend. He accepted you.

And Eddie did. From that moment, he knew you needed a real friend. Someone who has your back and would be there whenever you needed it.

The rest was history.

-

The sound of laughter pulled you from your recollection.

Eddie strode up to the table where his little sheep were sitting. Shoulder length curls bouncing as he walked. All eyes on him in awww.

"You bring your own lunch Munson." You said not looking up from your tray.

He took his place at the head of the table turning his chair around so the back of it was to his front. He brought up his beat up metal lunch box and set it in front of him, opening the lid and pulling out a box of animal crackers.

"So? It's ridiculous. You shouldn't have to eat that garbage." Eddie declared, leaning towards you.

You look up and he's holding up the box of crackers to you offering some. Clearly he noticed that you only ate the peas. You looked at it for a moment trying to decide if you should.

"Please tell me you're not on that stupid diet still?" Eddie lowered his voice to make it so only you could hear. "You look great."

You glanced up to see a slight worried look in his eyes. It made your stomach turn just a little. Hating it when he did that. It made you feel some type of way you really didn't want to feel.

You didn't say anything and plucked a cookie, popping it in your mouth. You looked back at he and did a slight smile while chewing. He grinned back.

Everyone at the table was excited. Tonight was campaign night. The chatter interrupted your stare off with Eddie.

"Hey Eddie, you sure you can't give us any clues for tonight?" Dustin asked with what sounding like a small plead in his voice.

"Patience is a virtue Henderson." Eddie responded with a smirk on his face. " You're all in for a surprise tonight!"

All but you were sighing out awws.

Tonight was Friday night. D & D night. You've been helping Eddie work on paint his figures all week long while he worked hard on the campaign. He really did pour his all into this one. Normally, he has multiple campaigns ready to go. But this Wednesday he up and decided to writing a whole new one.

You had admired him while his head was in the advance copy of D & D. The way he had his tongue sticking out to the side while he furiously wrote in a note book. It made you wonder what it was like to feel it in your mouth. You stopped to shake away the thought and continued to paint.

Snapping back to the present. You hear him speaking to the rest of the gang. Telling them to be prepared for tonight.

You sat in silence listening to everything that was going on. Then you felt eyes on you. Eddie was looking at you with what looked like he was gonna tell you something. But, he didn't. Instead, he offered you more cookies and you took another.

Fuck! How am I gonna tell her? Eddie thought

"You really shouldn't." You told yourself.

But, you were hungry and you didn't want to hear anymore from Eddie.

You've been on this diet for months. Well technically, it wasnt much of a diet. You were just limiting your food intake. Which was barely anything. You also went on walks for exercise. Sometimes Eddie would join you. Until he got bored.

You wanted to loose weight because you got tired of hating how you felt in your own skin. Tired of the pig noises the cheerleaders and jocks would make towards you any time you passed them. Tired of not having a guy look at you the way Eddie looks at some of the girls he likes.

"Thanks bud." You said. Giving him a small smile.

Instead of eating it you put it down on your tray.

"Hey, do you need help setting up the board for tonight? You asked him. " I can come early if you like?"

Eddie smiled. " All done. I set up last night." He said, popping a few crackers in his mouth.

" Oh?"

"Yeah. Had to do it early. Have a hot date after school." he looked away and faked a smile.

Another date? 2 in one week. You thought.

"Geez Eddie. Getting around aren't we?" Gareth joked.

You let out a small laugh with everyone else. Though it made you a little sad.

"Got to make hast while the sun is shining." Eddie replied with a grin.

"It's not serious. She won't be mad." He said to himself.

Someone else made a comment. Causing Eddie to shove his hair back and chuckle.

You glanced at him, enjoying the sight of his curls bounce. With the sun shining through the window behind him, making him look like some sort of Saint. You could have sworn he was going in slow motion.

He noticed you staring.

Eddie eyed. "You're quieter than usual y/n. What's up?"

You quickly look back down at your tray trying to play it off. "Oh nothing Munson. Just uhh lost in thought. I-i um." You cut off and stood up. Gathering your things.

" Crap. Crap. I gotta go. I completely forgot... I have to go write 2 songs for Cast Outs." You said before headed off to the library for your free period.

Eddie and the others watched as you hurried away.

He just shrugges at the others. Him knowing how you get when it comes to writing. Hoping beyond hope that you don't find out his little secret.

...

You completely sucked at singing. But, you were really great at writing songs and poetry. You wrote alot for the all girl rock band you met one night at the Hideout. You were approached by the lead singer.

She asking if you could write them a couple of songs. Apparently Eddie had been hyping you up after you had wrote one for Corroded Coffin a few months back. The ladies loved your song so much that they asked for you to help write some from then on. So most of your free time was either writing or baking. Both being your stress release.

But, If you were to be entirely honest you really didn't want to hear anymore about Eddie's future endeavors. It hurt just a little too much this time.

Why am I feeling this way?

...

Eddie was waiting for you in front of the doors to help you carry the snacks you brought. You always came bearing stuff to munch on during a campaign.

You two set up the snack table with pretzels, popcorn, chips, cookies and pop. You pulled out a small Tupperware with carrots and celery just for yourself.

Eddie looked at you with a frown. " Oh come on y/n. You're not gonna have any cookies?"

You shook your head. " I'm good bud." You gave him a small smile, lifting the container a little.

Eddie started to protest. But you pulled out a bigger Tupperware out and handed it to him. " Here you go Munson. Fresh from the oven."

Eddie grinned and opened the container, sniffing the snicker doodle cookies you always made for him on campaign Fridays. You looked down in another bag and pulled out a carton of milk for him.

You held it out for him. " Here bud."

He took it with a smile. " Aww... you're too good to me y/n. " He then placed the hand that had the milk over his heart.

He leaned in and place a quick peck on your cheek, then turned to head to his throne quickly so you couldn't smack him. You loved it so much when he did that.

The little voice in your head shouted at you. "Stop that!"

" Eww Munson! Keep your lips to yourself!" You half shouted at him and wiped your cheek. Hoping he didn't catch that small smile you had right after he kissed you.

Dustin came next to you and huffed with a lisp. "Dammit! Eddie took the cookies already!? Hey Eddie you know y/n makes those for everyone!"

You both look at Eddie who looked so majestic in his chair. He was sticking out his tongue at the curly headed boy. You let out a giggle and pulled out another container of cookies. Setting it down on the table.

" Sweet!" Dustin let out before grabbing a few.

It made you smile knowing your friends loved your cookies. Especially Eddie.

After everyone filled up their small plates you went to your seat next to Eddie.

Crunching down on a carrot. " You really out did yourself on this one Munson."

Eddie took a swig of milk in-between bites of his favorite cookies. " Yep, isn't she a beauty?"

He stood up and wiped his lips with his sleeve. " Alright ladies and gents. It's time." He side eyed you when saying ladies. Fully knowing you were the only female there.

Everyone else made there way to their seats.

Eddie brushed his hair back, revealing an ugly purple bruise on his neck.

Really a hickey?! GROSS!

A touch of jealousy washed over you for a second but you shook it off.

Nope nope.

You picked up your character sheet and prepared for the battle that you knew was soon to begin.

...

As the campaign wrapped up, the guys all began to hoot and cheer.

"Awesome!" Mike and Lucas said in unison.

"Yeah crazy good." you added.

Eddie smirked at their applause. Taking a bow. " Thank you...thank you."

"Truly one of the best ones yet!" Dustin said in amazement.

You guys cleaned up and everyone started to head out a little while later.

" Ready?" Eddie asked, handing you his empty cookie container.

You nodded stuffing it into a bag.

You both hopped in his van and Eddie started the ignition. Turning up the volume to his mixed tape you made for him a little while after you two became friends. You couldn't believe he still had it.

He started drumming his callused fingers on the steering wheel with one hand while popping a cigarette into his mouth with the other. He was about to light it but you cleared your throat. Reminding him why he couldn't.

You watch him put it back in his pack.

Eddie looked over to you. " Sorry. I forgot princess."

You rolled your eyes. " Seriously bud. I swear you have the memory of a nat. Also, what did I say about calling me that Munson?"

You narrowed your eyes at him and lightly smack his arm.

"Geez L/n! I'm driving. Are you trying to get us killed?" He chuckled.

You glared at him. " I barely touched you!"

He just smiled and laughed.

You shook your head. You couldn't even be mad at him. So you ended up laughing with him. After apologizing for him not being able to smoke around you.

You honestly didn't care that he smoked. Actually you didn't mind at all. But if you smelled like smoke when your dad was around, he would have your ass.

You check the time on the dash and it was hitting a little close to 1 am.

Shit! Dad's gonna be pissed.

Eddie pulled up to your house before you knew it. You didn't live too far from the school. Even though you wished you did. Just so you can spend a little more time with him.

Eddie shut the van off and hopped out to open your door. " M'lady"

He's such a gentleman.

" Good sir." you responded, stepping down and out the van with your arms full with bags of empty Tupperware. He closed the door behind you and headed to the back of the van to pull out your bike.

You guys slowly walk up your driveway while Eddie belted out the lyrics to Don't Fear The Reaper. You watched him with joy. However, you needed to get him to stop.

He did stop singing after you shush him.

" Munson please. You'll wake up the neighborhood."

" Well, they need some good music in their lives. Who am I to deny them such pleasure?" Eddie turning lifting his arm in the air.

So dramatic this one is.

You shook your head but couldn't help your lips from grinning.

Finally at the front door you put the bags down to look for your keys. Eddie went to set down your bike.

"Still heading to the Hideout tomorrow?

You looked up at him " Of course. Can't let my best friend perform with out his number 1 supporter." You paused for a second." Umm...pick me up at 7?"

" Yes ma'am!" He said raising his hand to salute you.

Your eyes caught the deep purple bruise on his neck again. You stood there in silence for a moment. Hanging your head.

Why does it hurt seeing that?

Eddie looked at you tilting his head to the side. " What's up?"

Your eyes shot up to meet his big brown ones.

" A hickey Munson? Seriously?"

His left arm moved to the back of his neck. The quick shine from the front porch light reflecting off his rings moved across your face.

He let out a sigh "Oh uh yeah. Things kinda got out of hand."

Shit! Shit! Shit! He thought. Please don't ask who...

" You don't say?" You replied sarcastically.

" Uhhh...You don't know y/n. Man. She was kissing on my neck and grinding on top of me. And- and she did this thing with her hips-"

You raised up you hand cutting him off. " Uh... Eww. That's enough."

Eddie chuckled. " Sorry."

Just then you heard your dad calling out.

Eddie sighed in relief to himself.

"Shit!" you said as you turned your head to the door. " He sounds drunk. Better head out of here bud. You know know how he gets when he's had a few."

You look back at him with pleading eyes. He nodded and gave you a quick hug and headed back to his van.

You picked up the bags and let yourself into the living room. Closing and locking the door behind you.

"Hey dad... I'm home." You placed your keys in the ceramic bowl you made for your dad when you were 10. As a father's day gift.

You walked to the kitchen and saw your father sitting at the table, refilling a glass with what looked like whiskey.

" Where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

" Yeah dad. I'm sorry. I- should have called. The campaign went on a little longer than planned. I'm sorry."

You set the bags down on the counter and turned to look at him.

He got up from his seat. Stumbling to stand up straight. With the drink in his hand, he made his way towards you.

" Don't lie to me. You were out being a filthy slut weren't you!?" His words slurred.

Your eyes widen from the shock of what he just said.

" DAD NO!" You shouted.

" Out being a whore! Just like your cunt of a mother!"

" DAD?!"

He swings back his drink and slams the empty glass on the counter next to the bags. After breaking the cup he grabs both of your arms.

"DAD PLEASE!" You begged trying to get out of his grasp.

He pulled back a little. " YOU WILL NOT BE LIKE THAT BITCH! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

He then position his arm to the side and the back of his hand strikes you across the face.

Your eyes swell with tears immediately from the pain. Your cheek was suddenly red hot from the hit. Your father released his grip on you and stepped back. Staring at you for a few moments.

You saw the instant regret in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just turned around, stopped for a second and walked to the living room to plop himself on the couch. He was out before you could process what just happened.

He has never did that. He yelled. He always yelled. But, never in your 18 years has he ever lift a finger towards you.

You looked at the date on the fridge and sighed. It was his and mom's anniversary. As tears fell from your face you grabbed ice and wrapped it with a towel to pressed it against your cheek. You flinched from the pain. But held it there. You quickly cleaned up the glass and went upstairs to your room. You walk in and locked your door. While sitting on the bed you sobbed quietly.

A minute passed and you jumped at the sound of tapping on your window. You quickly wiped your tears away.

You look over and recognized your frizzy hair friend. You went to opened the window. " Munson what the hell are you doing here?"

You turned to hide the bruise that was forming on your cheek and hid the ice pack behind you.

" I wanted to check to see if you were ok." He said, climbing into your room. Closing the window after.

You move to your record player and turn it on. To muffle the sound of your voices. You didn't want to wake up your dad after what just happened. Then you hid the ice pack in your desk drawer. Hoping Eddie didn't see you do it.

He moved towards you. " y/n?"

You could feel his presence lingering just a few feet from you. You slump your shoulders and wrapped your arms around to hug yourself. Swallowing the lump that was building in your throat. Just so you can speak.

"I'm g-good Munson."

Even you weren't convinced as it came out of your mouth.

You felt Eddie's big hand on your shoulder.

Without taking a second to think. You turned and hugged him. Crying into his chest. Tears staining his his Hellfire shirt.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly. "Y/n what's wrong? Y/n Please. . . Please talk to me." The concern in his voice hurt your heart.

He pushed you back slightly and cupped your chin. Trying to get you to look at him. The cold from his rings sent a chill down your spine.

You resisted for a moment. But eventually gave in and looked up. Meeting his gaze.

Eddie dropped his hand to your shoulder and his eyes widen. Fury replaced the sadness that you just saw.

"HE HIT YOU! HE FUCKING HIT YOU?! THAT MOTHER FUCKER!"

The anger in his voice frighten you. You never heard him so angry.

"Shhhh please!" You begged. " You'll wake him."

"I DONT CARE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM!?"

He moved away from you and head for the door. You grabbed his hand and squeeze it. Tugging him back.

" Eddie..." you paused. "please."

The sound of you voice made him stop in his tracks. You didn't used his nickname. It's always either bud or Munson. Even when you were mad at him, you would use his full legal name. Which is when he knew he fucked up. Never Eddie though.

" Please dont. You'll just make it worst." You whimpered.

He hung his head. "He shouldn't be hitting you y/n."

" He didn't mean to. It's just- it's his and mom's anniversary. He... He was just really drunk."

" That's NOT an excuse." He said way harsher than he meant to.

He turned to you and lifted his hand up to cup your cheek that wasn't hurt and furrowed his brow. "Y/n that's not okay...This isn't okay."

"I-I know." you sighed putting your hand on his. You dropped your gaze down to the floor. " He never did this before. You should've seen his face after. He- he didn't mean it." Fresh tears rolled down your face.

The words made Eddie pull you back into his arms. " What do you want me to do? What should I do?"

A few moments passed.

"Please stay with me." You said just above a whisper.

He place a soft kiss on the top of your head and agree.

You didn't bother putting on pajamas. Instead, you kicked off your shoes and climbed into bed. You then watched as Eddie took off his leather jacket and set it down on your desk chair. He sat at the edge of the bed and took off his Reeboks. He then climbed under the covers and pulled you into him. Allowing you to resting your head on his chest.

Tears ran over the bridge of your nose onto his shirt.

" It's ok y/n. I'm here. I got you." He said while rubbing your back and holding you a little tighter. " I'm here."

The words eased the sudden stab of insecurity you had of him touching your back rolls.

You loved your best friend. He always made you feel safe and made the pain in your heart hurt just a little less every moment you spent with him. His voice calmed your anxiety. His touch was like the magic cure for your nerves. His presence just made your life brighter.

As you laid wrapped in Eddie's strong arms, drifting into a deep slumber. His heart beat being the sweetest of lullaby's. It all became clear to you now. You wished it could just stop. All of the thoughts you shoved down or tried to shake off for so long. All the hugs you've shared. The nights you've stayed together. The laughs. After all this time...You knew you were in love with your best friend. You were in love with Eddie Munson...

Well shit!

@yappydoo

[junosaurus]

Hello there can i get a uhhhhh Yoimiya, Hu Tao, Jean, Yae Miko, spending their a day off with their very energetic S/O?

Them with an energetic S/O

Ft: Yoimiya, Hu tao, Jean, Yae x !GN reader (seperate)

A/N: Hellooo ofc u can!! hope ya enjoy this one

Naganohara Yoimiya

She's quite the energetic one too, so dealing with you would be like dealing with herself!

You both would go on strolls around Inazuma and bump to a lot of your friends

Onikabuto battles with the one an oni Itto and Kamisato Ayato too possibly???

Making fireworks with Yoimiya together for fun

light up the fireworks at night!!

"Y/N! Y/N! Are you done with yours?? Hurry this is one of the best times to light up fireworks!!" Yoimiya squealed.

"Just wait..a second.. and.. DONE! Looks great right???" You happily said. "LOOKS COOLL!! Come on let's go light these masterpieces up!" Yoimiya jumped.

"On the count of 3. 1, 2, 3 LIGHT IT UPP!!!!" she shouted. Both of you, leaning against each other just admiring just how beautiful fireworks can be.

"Just look how gorgeous these can be. Its just as gorgeous as you Y/N!" Yoimiya hugged you tightly. "You know that's really cheesy of you to say that" You chuckled.

"I love you from the moon and back!"

Hu Tao

1 word, pranks.

You two would go around Liyue pranking everybody for the whole day

menaces to society

Both of you would get tired at the end of the day and cuddle

"Come onnnnn Y/N fasterr Chongyun will comeback from the bathroom any minute now" Hu Tao said as you were pouring tons and tons of chili pepers into his bowl of cold noodles.

"Alright alright I'm done!! Come on run I see him!!" Both of you ran to the nearest corner watching Chongyun take his first bite into them.

"Owowow this is so hot Xiangling please could I have my usual popsicle." he was in tears, his face was so red it looked like he was about to explode. Xiangling quickly gave him his popsicle and after he calmed down a bit he scoffed and shouted "HU TAO AND Y/N I SWEAR I WILL EXCORISE THE DEMONS POSSESSING YOU INTO DOING THIS TO ME!!" You and Hu Tao laughed and ran as quick as you both could.

A lot of pranks later... at home...

"Huff..huff I'm so tired.. that was so fun Y/N!!!" She hugged you tightly. "My energy is so drained but that was the best, can we just go to sleep already?" You groaned.

"Of course, we did great work after all" You both cuddled and fell asleep in each others arms.

she whispered

"I love you Y/N"

Jean Gunnhildr

She was actually forced to take the day off to spend time with you by the KOF brcause she really needed it anyways.

She would follow all your silly antiques

Taking pictures of each other in flower fields, going to 5 star cafes, food hunting, painting together

"JEAN YOU BETTER TASTE THIS DELICIOUS CHOCOLATE LAVA CAKE OH MY ARCHONS THIS IS THE BEST CAFE!!!!!!!" you squealed while feeding here a spoonful.

"Mmm the taste is very unique, I love it!" She replied. "I KNOW RIGHTT!! After this I know this one place that give you painting lessons we should definitely go!" Your eyes widening.

"Painting is a rather great thing to do, I'd love to! she agreed.

While painting you had a grin on your face. You picked up some red paint with your finger "Hey Jean look!" she turned around and you pressed on her nose making her look so funny with the red paint on her nose. You chuckled while she did the same to you.

"Spending time with you is always so fun."

Yae Miko

With your energetic attitude, she never gets tired

You cheer her up a lot, there's not a time you failed to do so

you invited her to go out and have some fun

late night car rides to mcdonalds,convenience stores and Ice cream shops

enjoying he breeze while riding the car

"Woohooo!!! This is great!!" you said while sticking your arm and head out the window. "Be careful not to fall out cutie" she laughed while tugging your shirt to make sure you don't fall out.

"Dang it no happy meals at mcdonalds??? What next?? No fries?? I'm this close to sueing this mcdonald" You run across the empty parking lot furious.

"Calm down now dear, we could go to that ice cream shop a few blocks away." she laughed

"Ice cream??? SAY NO MORE. MEET ME THERE." you ran at a very fast pace to the ice cream shop. "I'd like a scoop of 5 please! rocky road..cotton candy.. chocolate mousse royal..cookies and cream.. and what do you want Yae?" you only left her one choice of a scoop. "And a strawberry please." she paid and you both enjoyed your ice cream laughing together in the car.

"Oh dear how can you be so full of energy at 2 30 in the morning??"

[astrowaffles]

Ushiten 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30

STRAIGHT TO THE POINT HUH 😭

right, this is probably gonna be the longest post I ever make on this site, let's do it

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Well, it depends what "affectionate" means in this context, but probably Tendou. I've seen that man, he's basically a Wakatoshi cheer squad even when he's one of the best players in the prefecture himself 😭

2. Big spoon / little spoon?

I think most often tendou big spoon and Ushijima little spoon, I can see Ushijima rly wanting all the affection and tendou's rly happy to give it :)

3. Most common argument?

Who's sending the next care package. They live on different continents and they LOVE sending each other stuff but they can never remember who was meant to do what. Also, what time the facetime call was scheduled at. Time zones, my dude.

4. Favourite non-sexual activity?

They are 100% a picnic, flower picking, and orchard visiting couple. They do it whenever they can, just go find a random plant and yank it around until they have what they want, whether it's because it's pretty or because it's a good ingredient. It's good bonding.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

There is no way Tendou's bony chocolate-making ass can still get anywhere near lifting professional athlete Ushijima, but he probably could do it when they were both teenagers, though only to shock Ushi :'). Nowadays, it's obviously Ushijima who does the lifting, plus doesn't Tendou just seem like the kind of guy who demands piggy backs???

6. What is their favourite feature of their partner's?

Eyes. See my first OTP ask :D

7. What's the first thing that changes when they realise they have feelings for each other?

Ushijima prolly starts talking about Tendou. A lot (by Ushi standards). To everyone who stands still for long enough. I can just imagine it.... Anyways, yeah, I think Ushijima would be a lot more obvious, affectionate, and would suddenly compliment Tendou's blocking out of nowhere T-T

8. Nicknames? & If so, where did they originate?

Tendou calls him ushy gushy because he thinks it's funny, and Ushijima just rolls with it 😂

9. Who worries the most?

Tendou, hands down. Ushijima has no worries, he goes with the flow. Tendou stresses about pretty much everything to some degree, and sometimes he can even infect the worry into Ushijima so they're both worrying about it 💀💀

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

They prolly both do this, but it seems like an Ushijima thing. He probably has a corner of his brain with "tendou" written across it and decorated with those awful little adhesive gems that get EVERYWHERE as soon as you start using them, and in that corner he keeps everything that tendou ever said or did in case it comes up again some day

11. Who tops?

At this point leave me alone, I don't wanna think abt that!!! Although logistically, Ushijima, right?

12. Who initiates kisses?

100% Tendou, but Ushijima does this thing where he taps his lips to signal he wants a kiss, and tendou RUNS over

13. Who reaches for the other's hand first?

Ushijima. Next question

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Depends on the context? It's whoever's *not* about to get in the plane, any other context I have no clue (is this what y'all think about?!)

15. Who wakes up first?

Ushijima. He's a famer, those knuckleheads are up at 4am on a lazy day

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Tendou, but tbh chocolatiers are up pretty early so he knows he can’t. Life is pain. 

17. Who says I love you first?

Ushijima. He seems like the type to just say it at some random time because it’s what he was thinking about. Although, is he aware enough of the feeling to know it’s love? If not, then obviously Tendou.

18. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch?

Tendou, though it’s usually just an encouragement like ‘work hard today’. Sometime he’ll put in a pun just to annoy Ushijima.

19. Who tells their family/friends about the relationship first?

This one is hard because I don’t know anything about Tendou’s family, Ushijima’s is a bit of a mess, and they share the same friendgroup. I think Tendou would probably get excited and talk about it with all the friends though, so I’ll say Tendou. 

20. What do their family/friends think of the relationship?

I’d love to put something like ‘about time’ but in reality it’s more like ‘really? him?’ from both sides

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Tendou. Man’s French, leave him alone

22. Who cooks more/is better at cooking?

Tendou is the baker and Ushijima is the cook. If they try to leave their assigned skills, the kitchen will be a bit burnt by the end of it.

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Tendou, and Ushijima probably doesn’t understand them, so it’s more a crowd-pleaser thing to prove that yes, they are actually dating, thank you, Semi.

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during innappropriate times?

...Tendou? Probably him, and it’s probably not anything too racy, it’s just jokes about the couple they’re having lunch with.

25. Who needs more assurance?

Probably Tendou. Ushijima has fans all over the world who thirst over him constantly on twitter dot com, so Tendou probably gets pretty insecure over the relationship. I don’t think Ushijima truly understands it since cheating literally never crosses his mind, it’s physically impossible, but he gives the assurance when he sees it’s needed.

26. What would be their theme song?

Ugh, I don’t even know, I don’t have an ushiten playlist so if I make one, I’ll edit this post and add it in T-T.

27. Who would sing their child back to sleep?

Does Ushijima even know that’s a thing that’s done? So yeah, Tendou. But I do know Ushijima would be the BEST father, he’d take his child out in fields and teach them loads of cool stuff,and tell stories about fairies....

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

They’re probably on the phone 24/7. The Adlers are probably in the habit of going ‘hi Ushijima, hi tendou’ because they KNOW Tendou can hear them. Semi calls Tendou and puts him on speakerphone in the crowd during volleyball games so Tendou can yell along with the crowd while he watches from France.

29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

it’s not a headcanon, it’s true, but they’re the only people that seem to show the other one any kind of acceptance. Both of them have been outcasts their whole life and continue to be so, in a way, when they leave highschool and live apart. I realise that the relationship itself isn’t sad, but both of them are sad by themselves so I don’t need to make it worse :’(

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it

THEY LIVE TOGETHER IN ONE HOUSE AND TENDOU RUNS HIS BUSINESS FROM THERE AND THEY HAVE A KID CALLED MEGUMI WITH RED HAIR AND USHIJIMA’S EYES AND THEY PAINTED THE NURSERY TOGETHER AND TENDOU THREW PAINT ALL OVER USHIJIMA AND USHIJIMA LAUGHED AND NOW MEGUMI LIVES THERE AND THEY READ BOOKS TOGETHER EVERY NIGHT AND THEY PLAY VOLLEYBALL AFTER SCHOOL AND THEY HAVE AN APPLE TREE IN THE GARDEN

[idontblushsrry]

Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.” 

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission 

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going 

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up? 

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you  

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it 

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day 

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment. 

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try 

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse 

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation. 

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied 

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you 

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways 

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them 

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you 

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

[twostepstyless]

Those Christmas Lights, Keep Shining On

A.N: Hello my beauties, this is coming a lot later than I had planned but I was having a quiet Christmas Day with my family. I hope you all had a lovely Christmas, I know this time of year can be difficult for a lot of people, myself included in some capacity. So even if you didn't have a great day I hope this Harry fic brings you at least a little joy.

As always, reblogs, likes and any feedback is always appreciated.

Warnings: None, I don't think this time, if anyone finds anything I should include as a warning please let me know

Contains: Peak Boyfriend Harry at Christmas, twinkly lights, fluff and soup stress.

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It was approaching 1:30 A.M on Christmas Eve, although you suppose you could call it Christmas Day at this point, and you haven’t slept a wink. You had been tossing and turning for the better portion of an hour while your boyfriend of three and a bit years, slept soundly next to you. Christmas always had you living on your nerves, there was always so much to organise, family to see, gifts to wrap, food to prepare, travelling here there and everywhere and on top of that you were supposed to be jolly about it all and spread Christmas cheer on top of that, no, not possible. Harry and you had arrived at his mum’s house in Holmes Chapel on the evening of the 23rd of December, and in the grand scheme of things, you really didn’t have that much to think about doing after arriving, but you just couldn’t seem to settle. You had thrown yourself into helping out as much as humanely possible so Anne could enjoy some uninterrupted time with her son, much to her chastising, saying that it should be you and Harry relaxing after the mad few months the pair of you had between touring and about a hundred other work commitments between the two of you.

So, throw yourself into it you had indeed, this year you were taking care of the soup course of the Christmas Day dinner. You had been up since 5 A.M on the morning of the 24th preparing the soup stock before wriggling into your boots and winter coat to go to Tesco for your vegetables when the shop opened at around 7. Leaving the stock bubbling away on the hob under Harrys watchful eye after he had padded downstairs at quarter past six grumbling in his sleepy, slow voice how he, “missed yeh in bed, go’ cold waiting for you to come back,” as his nose nudged against your cheek before pressing a chaste kiss where your skin tingled under his touch.

After, what felt like, an episode of Supermarket Sweep and two kilos of carrots later you were back home chopping like a mad woman while Harry worked around you making your morning coffee before he sat down next to you and picked up a vegetable peeler to get stuck in to help you. It was your Mum’s recipe you were using, which you were very protective over. She had taught you how to make it just before you moved away to university because it was always your comfort meal growing up and it had become your go to over the years but making it for a gaggle of people on Christmas day was a different ball game.

Harry was probably sick of the taste of it at this stage. Since arriving back in London a few short weeks ago you had made multiple practice batches while Harry swore down with every new batch forced down him that it was even better than the last.

“This has been the best one yet, lovie,” while he slurped the contents off his spoon.

“Okay, now this one, darling, you have absolutely nailed,” dipping the edge of his slice of bread into the steaming liquid.

“Did you do something different with the onion this time because I swear its really doing it for me this time, angel.” You maintained he was only trying to humour you so you wouldn’t stress yourself out over it and he’s probably so sick of eating the soup by this point the number of bowls of it you had force fed down his throat.

Tossing and turning over soup was a new one. What if no one else liked it, or you had missed an ingredient, over seasoned, burnt it to the bottom of the pan when heating it up.

What if no one liked their gifts, what if Harry didn’t like his gifts. You knew you were being ridiculous. Letting out a hard sigh, you swung your legs out the side of your shared bed, slipping into your pyjama trousers because running into Gemma or Anne in the middle of the night in your underwear was very, very far down on your Christmas to do list. Checking over your shoulder to check you hadn’t woken Harry, you saw him splayed out on his tummy, one hand resting on top of your pillow where it landed after he fell asleep caressing your hair and cheek. His eyes still close with his perfect lashes fanned over the tops of his cheeks and short puffs of air exhaling softly. He was beautiful when he slept. Christmas always made you feel sentimental, and you caught yourself every year, not caring about any of the presents under the tree, you were extremely grateful family and friends had thought of you, of course, but you didn’t need anything apart from Harry. He had been and continues to be your greatest gift. You were the centre of his universe and he yours; everything each of you had done in your lives, career, anything considered each other in your choices and put each other first, above everything. You orbited around each other perfectly.

Sparing one last glance at him and bending down to press a whisper of a kiss to the back of his neck as not to wake him, you shuffled downstairs to try and calm yourself down into a state where at least a few hours of sleep would be possible. Padding into the kitchen, you leaned over the large pot of soup still on the stovetop and inhaled deeply. It smelt exactly like your Mum’s so surely you couldn’t have made that much of a mess of it. You snapped a quick picture of it and text it to her asking if she thought the colour was right, she wouldn’t see it for a few hours, but you just needed a bit of comfort from the expert. You went to go grab your initial mug from the mug tree to see it wasn’t hanging there like everyone else’s. Anne had got you it for the very first Christmas you spent here, wanting you to feel included as everyone else in the family had one. That mug and gesture meant everything to you, you knew you were in it for the long haul with Harry back then and to see his Mum support that meant the world. You checked the dish rack and dishwasher for the aforementioned mug to no avail. Standing straight up you cast your eyes round the darkened kitchen to see it sat next to the kettle. The little note scribbled on the back of an envelope next to it exposed the culprit behind the missing mug.

“For when you can’t sleep tonight… get back to bed angel, Santa’s coming in the morning!! Your love, H.” A smile tugged at your lips as you caught sight of the bag of sleepy tea you travelled everywhere with, already in the bottom of the mug and the kettle just filled enough to fill your mug to brew your tea. Flicking the switch of the kettle you sighed happily, he really was the gift that kept on giving. Turning off the kettle just before it boiled so it didn’t whistle and wake the whole house, you grabbed the mug in both your hands and wandered through to the living room, the next stop on your late-night excursion round the house. You stood and watched the soft, warm white, twinkling lights illuminate the room catching the foil designs of the wrapping paper under the tree and the glitter of the decorations.

Taking a sip of your tea and closing your eyes as you felt the liquid heat your body and begin to start calming you down, you heard him.

“There’s somethin’ about Christmas lights, eh?” that slow, sleepy voice let out, him stepping up next to you admiring the tree.

“Mhmm, pretty innit?” you replied not looking at him yet, still swept up in the magic of the twinkling lights.

“Ah, they’re alright, I think I know of something even prettier though,” he murmured softly, your eyes finally glancing at him seeing him looking at you exactly like you had been looking at the tree. In complete wonder and adoration.

“You don’t half get proper soppy at Christmas time, d’you?” you snorted out a laugh shaking your head at him.

“All year round for you, m’love,” he grinned back with his nails scratching slowly at your lower back through your t-shirt. “Now, come wi’ me,” he said holding up your slippers and winter coat in his other hand. You looked at him properly this time, seeing he had slipped on a hoodie over his usually naked torso, paired with the tartan pyjama trousers he pulled out at Christmas time. Glancing down at his feet you saw his reebok classics peeking out, he looked like he had got dressed in the dark. Oh, if Harry Lambert and his fans could see him now, you thought to yourself. Giving him a puzzled look but shrugging into your coat anyway, he grabbed your hand when your feet were donned with the fluffy bunny slippers, pulling you out the house and locking up behind you.

“Get in the car Y/N/N, promise I’m not kidnapping you on Christmas, it’ll be fun honest,” he said opening the passenger door to his car we had driven up from London in few days prior. You slid in still clutching onto your mug of tea that was now rapidly cooling down in the late-night chill. Harry tucked your hair behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your lips that were pouted in a silent annoyance at his secrecy of where he was taking you at this hour.

“C’mon, H, where you taking me?” you said gulping down the remainder of your tea and balancing the mug in the cup holder as Harry slipped in the driver’s seat and buckling up.

“Know a drive always tires you out, thought we could go look at some Christmas lights til you relax a bit,” Harry looked over at you with a soft smile as he reversed out of his Mum’s driveway. “Plus, you need to go to sleep at one point my darlin’, I’ve got it on good authority that Santa’s pulled it out the bag with your gifts this year and y’know he doesn’t visit til your asleep,” Harry smirked at you as he drove round a few residential streets slowing down when passing the houses that had kept their lights burning throughout the night.

You guys drove in silence for about 10 minutes with Harry’s left hand tracing light circles in your thigh while his right gripped the wheel, until you got to a street where multiple houses were all still lit up. Harry pulled over and turned off the engine as your eyes couldn’t focus on anything in particular, just overwhelmed by the colours and sparkling lights. “It’s mad, isn’t it?” you whispered into the darkness of the car with the quiet hum of Harry’s Christmas playlist in the background.

“What’s that baby?” Harry asked lowly back, not being able to tear his eyes away from one house that had its tree sat in the large bay window, the warm white lights clearly set to the twinkle function.

“Just that, in every one of these houses, there are people...” you trailed off looking towards another house that had a fancy projector cast on the outside of the building with images of cascading snowflakes.

“Hm, that’s what houses tend to have in them, my love,” Harry said as a bewildered smile tugged at his lips as he pondered over your strange statement.

“Not how I meant it H,” you let out a little giggle glancing over at him, “I don’t know how to explain it, just that, on this street, there are what? At least 30 houses? All with likely more than one person in them, and they’re all just living their lives, nothing to do with us and us nothing to do with them and we’re all just connected together with… Christmas lights.” You looked out the window of Harry’s side of the car at another house with icicle styled lights following the shape of their roof. “I suppose I mean, that we don’t know what those people are experiencing in their houses, maybe it’s their first Christmas without a loved one, or their first with a new baby, maybe someone forgot to buy a present for an in-law or there’s people who don’t celebrate Christmas at all but just decorate for the joy of it, I don’t know, do you know what I mean or do I sound like I’ve lost the plot or somethin’” you let out an airy laugh looking over at your beloved.

“Mmm, yeah I get that, maybe there’s someone in that house with the blow-up Santa in the front garden, who’s losing sleep over a soup they’ve practiced tha’ many times I think it’s physically impossible for them to fuck it up at this point… oh wait, that’s just you,” he teased you pinching your side.

“Heeey,” you whined out, lightly smacking his hand off your side only for him to grab your hand and kiss the back of it, “don’ make fun of me, I jus’ want it to be perfect. I’m glad y’understand me about what I mean by people being in their houses though.” you hummed out lacing your fingers with his. His light teasing about you losing sleep over soup actually helped you relax a bit, in the grand scheme of things, if it did somehow go wrong, which he was also right about your relentless practicing making that likelihood almost impossible, it actually does not matter, Christmas won’t be ruined by a dodgy bowl of soup.

“Life can be so challenging a lot of the time,” Harry contemplated playing with your fingers, “like you say, we don’t know what people are going through and the run up to this time of year can be so stressful, there’s somethin’ sort of beautiful about those few hours when everyone goes to bed on Christmas Eve. It’s quiet, you can’t do any more, if you’ve forgotten a gift tha’s just too bad, and the lights just seem to make all those troubles melt away so we can just live in the moment when the sun comes up,” he smiles while staring at the front windscreen, a few light flakes of snow beginning to settle on the glass.

You tugged at his hand that was still laced with yours and his glittering green eyes met yours and you swore they were better than any Christmas light you had seen before.

“I’m glad we’re here, together,” you said, your free hand coming up to cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb caressing gently under his eye.

Harry’s eyes were blown out with complete adoration for you as he turned his head to kiss the palm of your hand that had been cupping his cheek. “Y/N, you’re my greatest present, not just on Christmas, but everyday y’know.” He leant forward pressing his forehead against yours.

“I love you, sweets, more than anything,” you whispered ducking your head to kiss the corner of his mouth, “I think I could be ready to sleep now though,” you said letting a puff of air exhale through your nose in a light laugh as you felt a yawn escape up through your throat and out your mouth.

“Let’s get you to bed, beautiful,” Harry softly spoke, as he turned the key in the ignition to drive you back to Anne’s. You felt your eyes droop heavier on the short route home and could barely remember clambering out the car and padding back up the stairs as quietly as you could as not to wake everyone. Harry’s hand had barely left yours as he led you to your bed and slipped you under the thick duvet with the brushed cotton bedding set Anne had put on to keep you both warm enough.

Harry held onto you until he was fully sure you were consumed under a thick blanket of sleep. He replaced his body with a pillow for a second so you wouldn’t wake when you felt an absence. Sitting up on his side of the bed he reached across sliding open the drawer of the bedside table, digging past his iPad and leather-bound journal he had stored in there for the time being knowing Y/N wouldn’t go in that drawer if that’s what was on top. His hand reached the back of the drawer and felt around until he got what he was after. He pulled out the little velvet box, opening it up to reveal the glittering ring he had been designing with you in mind for the last few months.

Harry would do anything for you, he’d let you leave your Christmas lights up year-round if that’s what made you happiest, so that’s what he planned to do. When everyone else left for a Christmas Day walk, Harry would ask you to be his forever, under the twinkling lights you loved so much. A question he’s wanted to ask you since your very first Christmas together. Sliding the velvet box back into its hiding place at the back of the drawer, he looked over to your angelic face, totally relaxed under the guise of sleep. Slipping back into your arms so the pair of you would wake up wrapped in each other, totally consumed by the other. Yeah, tomorrow was going to be perfect Harry thought, as he pressed a lingering kiss to your hairline, watching your mouth quirk into a smile in your sleep at the sensation. Absolutely perfect.

Those Christmas lights keep shining on

[faithalenora]

Paring: Min Yoongi x gn!reader 

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings: None! 

Credits: Credits to my sister who helped me pick the picture above! 

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you all are having an amazing day and that it is filled with laughter and love! I apologize for not updating yesterday but I promise today’s update is totally worth it! I absolutely loved writing this one; Yoongi is definitely my comfort character. Thank you all for the patience and support! I really appreciate it!

Friendly reminder this is part #5 of the 12 days of Giftmas series! Please do consider checking the other parts and don’t be afraid to comment, rebblog, or like! (No reposting please!) I love seeing your comments and your feedback! Happy holidays and enjoy!

Giftmas day #5 goes to... @a-methystus​​!! Love of my life, my soulmate, this one is for you. At the beginning of this whole 12 days, I knew this one in particular was for you and ironically it has been my longest one so far. Baby, I love you with my whole entire being and thank you for all your immense support in every single thing do. I wish you always the best and push you to be the best version of you, you can be. I love you so so much and I hope you enjoy this!

Sypnosis: You and Yoongi have a bad strike at spending Christmas together. This year was no exception until Yoongi prompted you to come with him to New York. But this wasn’t the only surprise Yoongi had up his sleeve and no matter what, he’d finally do what he’d been dying to do.

Spending the holidays away from home was never easy. Especially for you, and especially more for Yoongi, when you were both on either side of the world.

 Last Christmas you had been in Japan, visiting your sister and her husband, while Yoongi had to stay in Korea for album production. The year before that one you were the one in Korea while he was all the way over in the States doing promotions and shows for ARMY. The one before that one, you were sick at the hospital and only one visitor was allowed so your mother had been the one to stay with you during Christmas time. 

At this point, you were convinced that you and Yoongi were just destined to never spend Christmas day together. Way too many times have you tried and failed that when Yoongi told you he had to spend Christmas in the states you weren’t even phased anymore. 

“I’m gonna have to spend Christmas in New York this year.” He had spoken softly over dinner. 

Dinner that night had been quiet. Not the bad kind of quiet, just quiet. The only sounds had been Holly’s pit and patter around the apartment, and the clicks the silverware made against the ceramic plates. You stopped mid-chew and looked up at him just to see the disappointment in his eyes. 

You knew that look and you knew what it meant. Yoongi always thought you deserved someone better. He kept saying it every time he couldn’t spend an important occasion with you. And at first, it did hurt when your boyfriend couldn’t be there in big moments but after a while, you realized that even if he couldn’t be there he still made the effort to spend time with you. 

He’d call you between shoots or text you. Sent deliveries to your house of food and flowers. Bought you your favorite things for all the special occasions even the ones where he couldn’t be there personally. So although Yoongi couldn’t be there as a regular boyfriend would be, you loved him with all of your heart and wouldn’t change a single thing. 

“That’s okay.” You continued to chew, smiling softly at him to let him know it was truly okay. “What are you guys doing over there this year?”

“More tv appearances I think. I’m not sure. Might dance in the New Year’s party again.” He murmured, his cheek bunched in the palm of his hand that was resting on the table with his elbow. With his other hand, he was mindlessly twirling the spoon. 

“That’s great! You guys will do fantastic!” You tried to cheer him up, letting your happiness show so that he knew you weren’t upset. 

“How are you not upset by this?” He finally snapped, spoon clinking against the bowl, table shaking when he had slammed his hands on it. At first, you looked at him wide-eyed before your eyes softened when you realized how much this was killing him. 

You stood up, walking over to his chair before plopping yourself on his lap and bringing his head to the crook of your neck. Your hands came to curl on hair, soothing him in the only way you knew how. 

“Yoongs, I am not happy that you won’t be here,” He grumbled wanting to pull away but you held onto him tight. “But I am not upset about it because I know what I signed up for.” 

“You signed up for a boyfriend and you got me instead.” He mumbled into your neck and you sighed, pulling away just to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. 

“I signed for Min Yoongi and I was blessed to have Suga and Agust D added to that mix. Yoongi, I love you. And that includes these parts that aren’t very enjoyable.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, while he sighed into your touch. 

You stayed like that for a little while, Yoongi bending down again to lean his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You told him about your day in soft mumbles against his hair, while he kept his hands around your middle to ground him. Suddenly, Yoongi shifted and mumbled something into your skin that you couldn’t understand. 

“What?” You asked as he pulled away to look at you. 

“I said, what if you come with me?” Your eyes widen at his proposition. 

It wasn’t that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind before but it certainly had never been a possibility. 

Yoongi and you had decided pretty early on that once you got serious, Yoongi would announce that he was seeing someone. At first, the company was against it, saying that it would ruin the band, but in the end, they decided that it would be the best course of action to protect you properly. If people knew enough about you, they wouldn’t go around digging in places they shouldn’t be digging. 

When the news of you and Yoongi’s relationship hit, everything was overwhelming for a long time. People you hadn’t seen in a long time started contacting you asking to meet up, probably thinking they now had access to Yoongi through you. But you being the smart human being you were, deleted all of them from all your social media. Some ARMYs were furious and questioned why would Yoongi date someone as simple as you when he could have anybody. Others simply didn’t care or supported Yoongi and wished him and you a happy relationship. Everything was always mixed but at the end of the day, you and Yoongi were thankful to have been received with more love than hate. 

Before, you’d always declined the invitations to accompany the boys, wanting to give Yoongi his space to be Suga and not have to worry about being boyfriend Yoongi. Besides you wanted every army to be able to experience the whole thing properly without you being there and undoubtedly ruin someone’s weird fantasy. (You’d been on Twitter and traumatized for life) But now, he was just going for interviews and tv show performances meaning no concerts. Which meant you could go and spend the holidays with Yoongi albeit not in a traditional way. 

“Are you-? Can I even go this time? Won’t I be bothering?” You quickly asked, Yoongi chuckling under his breath on how nervous the thought of traveling with the boys as BTS made you feel. 

“I wouldn’t be asking if the offer was on the table. I think Namjoon might be bringing someone with him actually.” 

“Wait, is he bringing-“ Your eyes widened when Yoongi nodded. 

“Oh, I’m definitely going now. I have got to meet them.” 

Yoongi chuckled again, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“I see how it is. You won’t go for me but you will for them.” You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving his shoulder. 

“Of course, I’m going for you but they are just an added bonus!” 

Yoongi just stared at you as you kept on rambling on and on about how you weren’t going to be lonely anymore. A smile slowly crept up his lips, a single thought on his mind, ‘I will definitely do it soon.’ 

The whole flight to New York had been exhausting but that was to be expected. Thankfully the boys had flown through a private lane since you were coming and so was Jisung, Namjoon’s partner.

 You and Jisung had sat together and talked the whole flight about anything and everything and found out how much in common you both had. You’d even napped together when you both fell asleep in the middle of some Christmas movie you’d randomly picked. Once you woke up from the brief nap, there were still a couple of hours to go so you and Jisung just made the best of it. 

Arriving at the hotel, you almost cried at the sight of an actual bed. But you didn’t, preferring to spill your eyes over the incredible view. It was a direct view of the city. The Christmas lights that were hung around the streets and in the buildings were coming to life as the light finally left the day. With the sun softly leaving, painting the sky in beautiful peaches, you couldn’t help the tears that sprung. It was breathtaking. 

Yoongi hadn’t noticed your crisis over the view, too busy moving all your lounge into the room. Once he did notice you’d gone quiet and looked up, his face was pulled into one of worth when you were just standing by the balcony window frozen in your spot.

“Jagi, are you okay? Do you not like it-” You turned only to crush him in a hug, a soft sob escaping your lips.

“This is perfect. Just absolutely perfect.” You pulled away with a smile, tears still slipping past your cheeks. Yoongi brought his hands to cup your cheek in his hands, bringing you towards him till your lips touched. 

The first time you had kissed Yoongi, you were both drunk on soju, drowning your stresses away. At the time, BTS had started gaining popularity and was receiving more attention than ever while you were stuck in a job that you hated it while you finished your architecture major. You and Yoongi had met at an underground bar and just hit off as friends so you kept texting and talking to each other whenever Yoongi’s schedule allowed him to. It just so happens that that particular night, all the boys had decided to stay at different places leaving Yoongi alone so he had invited you over. You’d brought bottles of soju while Yoongi had ordered pizza and you both had just jumped right in. 

Sitting on the floor, shoulder to shoulder while leaning on the couch and eating pizza was one of the best memories you had with Yoongi. You both had laughed, cried, shouted into the void of the universe, and then whispered secrets to each other like you were the only ones in the whole wide world. Yoongi had been vulnerable with you and in turn, you had been vulnerable with him. It was that night that something shifted between you two. From being friends to being possibly something more. You had surged forward to kiss him, caught up in the moment and the way Yoongi made you feel at ease and that everything would be alright no matter what. You pulled away quickly when you realized what you did but Yoongi didn’t hesitate to bring you towards him once more with a quick pull on the back of your neck. 

Kissing Yoongi that night had changed things for you and for him. It meant the start of a possible romance; something was brewing there. Kissing Yoongi in the hotel room in New York, wasn’t the start of something new but the continuation of something that had been carefully built over the years of tears, of support, of patience, but overall, years full to the brim with love and admiration. Kissing Yoongi was coming home; was reminiscing of every single memory built and all the once left to build. 

“I love you.” You whispered when you both pulled away, Yoongi keeping you close to him by leaning his forehead on yours. 

“I love you too.” He whispered just as softly before opening his eyes, a wide gummy smile taking over his lips. “How about we take a nap before we have to meet the idiots for dinner?”

You snorted when he called his brother idiots when in that exact moment his eyes shone brightly at the mention of them. If Yoongi was whipped for anyone it was for his Bangtan brothers and you. 

“Okay, you old grandpa. Let’s go nap.” Yoongi couldn’t even complain before you were already pulling him to lay on the bed next to you. 

After the wonderful nap that helped with your jet lag a bit- how did Yoongi and the boys do this regularly you have no idea- you and Yoongi got ready to meet the boys for dinner at a fancy restaurant. Jimin had insisted to have a nice dinner before their schedule in New York got too hectic so you’d all agreed without hesitation. Besides a nice dinner sounded amazing since the boys hadn’t been able to be in a single room without it being something related to performances or shows or interviews. 

Yoongi dressed up as dashing as ever, not too formal but not too casual either. You’d helped him style his hair and although he’d originally picked a tie, he’d forgone it and decided to not wear one in the end. You too decided to keep it simple and classy, matching with Yoongi in the colors he had picked. While you had fixed his hair, he kept pressing kisses to the side of your neck, telling you how absolutely breathtaking you looked. You had laughed and told him to stop before you ruined his hair. (He did not in fact, stop, which is why it took way longer than necessary to fix his hair.)

The other boys were already waiting for you guys by the lobby, Jisung standing next to Namjoon looking gorgeous in their outfit. You couldn’t help but grin, bouncing over to Jisung and telling them how beautiful they looked. Jisung blushed, thanking you and complimenting your outfit as well. 

“Y/N-ah always looks good!” Jimin chirped from the side, Taehyung and Jungkook nodding along. You laughed, cheeks dusted pink from the compliment and thanked them all. 

“Well my boys always look dashing and tonight is no exception.” You saw Taehyung and Jimin preen at the compliment. Hoseok only smiled and Namjoon mumbled a thank you with his cheeks dusted pink. Jungkook stood there fidgeting, eyes wide and cheeks red and Seokjin’s ears were bright red. “Are you boys trying to impress someone?”

“Only you Y/N!” Jimin and Taehyung shouted, fumbling over each other before walking towards you and each took your arms in theirs. “Y/N should always be treated like royalty.” Taehyung puffed out his chest and you couldn’t help but snort and roll your eyes at their antics. 

“Come on. Let’s leave before we are late.” Yoongi made a point to push Taehyung’s shoulder playfully, Taehyung letting out a dramatic gasp. 

“I’ve been injured. Oh, don’t forget me, your highness. Remember me.” He dramatically threw himself onto Jungkook, who was the closest to him, and somehow manage to catch him without looking at him. 

You laughed, leaning forward to pat his cheek in admiration. Taehyung opened one of his eyes to look at you, a grin overtaking his features. 

“Come on you brave knight. Your highness is starving.” 

The rest of the group, minus Jimin, groaned knowing you had given in to the game. Now how were you supposed to resist your lovely babies? That’s the thing, you couldn’t. 

The dinner was lovely. The restaurant had a nice view and a private area since it was a restaurant frequently used by celebrities. Jisung had sat next to you during the dinner, both of you chatting away as you had done in the airplane. Yoongi kept his hand on your thigh the entire night, not in a seductive or possessive way, but just wanting to feel close to you at all times. You, of course, already knew that so you let him do as pleased. 

Jungkook had told you about the pictures he’d already taken while you and Yoongi were asleep in your room. You had been excited when he’d passed his phone to show you the ones he’d already passed onto his drive but told you he was still missing some. You’d squealed seeing how incredible Jungkook’s photos were, feeling the emotions and seeing the thought and process into each one of them. Jungkook had blushed under all your gushing but thanked you for all the compliments. 

The night had passed by so fast, that opening the door to your hotel room left you feeling sad. Yoongi hadn’t talked most of the night, but that was something you were all used to. He sometimes could be in a public setting but kept to himself anyway. All the elevator ride he hadn’t said I word to you but you just assumed he was tired and exhausted. (Which he was but that wasn’t the reason for his silence.) 

“I-” Before Yoongi could say anything, you were already locking yourself in the bathroom, getting rid of your dressy clothes, and changing into something more comfortable. Yoongi sighed, feeling that the moment was over and that he’d had to wait for another moment to ask. However, when the door opened and you walked out wearing one of his shirts and shorts, Yoongi decided he couldn’t bring himself to wait anymore. 

“Y/N, can you come over here?” Yoongi was standing by the doors leading to the balcony, hands clasped so tight in front of him, his knuckles were turning reddish. You frowned, thinking something had happened at the dinner to make look so uncomfortable but as you reached him you noticed he wasn’t fidgeting because he was uncomfortable; Min Yoongi was nervous. 

“Yoongi, why do you look so nervous?” He chuckled when he saw how concerned for him you were and that is why he needed to do this now. 

“Y/N meeting you was one of the best moments of my life. I got to be your friend first before we fell in love and gave me the honor of being your boyfriend. You give me the strengths every single day to keep doing what I love no matter what others think. You’ve loved me despite seeing all the darkest parts of me. You’ve loved me for being Min Yoongi and not just for being Suga from BTS or Agust D.” By this point, you were already crying and Yoongi was really close to doing so too but he needed to push through. “I know I haven’t been the most deserving boyfriend and that I make mistakes even when I try hard not to. I also know this isn’t the most romantic place or even our home for that matter and especially knowing how you deserve the world and more. But I can’t go to bed tonight without asking you.” 

Yoongi took a deep breath before taking out a box from his pocket and getting down shakily on one knee. You were definitely crying now but in your eyes, all he saw was intense happiness and he would do whatever it took to be able to see that look on your face every single day of his life. 

“Y/N, would you marry me?” There in the middle of the open box, was a simple silver band. It wasn’t anything flashy or over the top. It was perfect. Completely and utterly perfect. 

You couldn’t believe your eyes, seeing Yoongi standing there, well kneeling there, asking you to marry him in a city halfway across the world from your home. But being there with him, seeing the pure happiness in his eyes, the sincerity he poured out of his heart when he spoke, you knew the proposal was just as perfectly imperfect as the man who made it. You couldn’t help but nodded, and lean down to cup his cheeks and kiss the heck out of him. 

“Yes! Of course, I’ll marry you.” You laughed when his eyes widen not believing what he’d heard. 

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, Min Yoongi. I would absolutely love to marry you.” 

Although you were halfway across the world, being there with Yoongi made everything perfect. Maybe it wasn’t the way he planned but it was still special to you. Besides, it didn’t matter where in the world you were or went, all that mattered was that it was always gonna be you and him together.

[idy-ll-ique]

I'll Hold Mine.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: None

Genre : Pure fluff

Summary: Y/N has stuffed toys. She's ashamed of telling anyone else she has stuffed toys. Bucky doesn't understand why, they're so cute after all!

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Before you ask, yes, I was screaming the whole time while writing— this wasn't what you were gonna ask? Oh. Enjoy!

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Bucky Barnes stared as the woman walked into the communal area, bleary eyed. "Y/N, good morning! Had a good night's sleep?" Clint asked her. Bucky quietly watched as Y/N nodded, but he knew she was lying. "Good morning to you two," she greeted them, giving them a small smile. Clint, about to walk out of the room, ruffled her hair and left.

"You're lying."

"Pardon?" Y/N blinked, staring at Bucky as she waited for her coffee to be prepared. "You didn't sleep well, I can see it all over your face," he rephrased, taking a sip of his coffee. "Fine, you caught me!" she groaned, "I didn't sleep last night." Bucky frowned when the woman plopped down next to him, clutching her mug with both hands.

"Why not? Is everything okay?" he asked worriedly. "It's embarrassing and I'm not going to tell you." She refused to speak after that. Embarrassing? Her? In his eyes, never. He didn't press on, though, silently offering his sad friend some company. When he heard a sniffle, he couldn't help it.

"Tell me what happened. I promise I won't judge you," he insisted, turning to look at her. "It's just— it's just that—" Y/N took in a shuddering breath. God, why was she making a fool of herself in front of her crush?! "Morning, people! Oh, oh no, I picked a bad timing—" Bucky and Y/N both turned to Tony, who slowly backed out of the room.

Nope, she wasn't doing it.

"I'm sorry, Buck," she mumbled, got up, kept her mug away and left. Bucky nearly crushed the mug he was holding, cursing Tony because why did he have to walk in just as Y/N was opening up to him?! He huffed and sat alone, drinking his coffee in misery.

The thing is, Y/N was great friends with everyone. She was loud, cheerful, funny and excruciatingly beautiful— you get the gist. Not with him, though. Around him, she was always quiet, shy, meek… submissive, in a way.

Hey Y/N, can you pass me that bottle?

If it were anyone else: "Your legs finally give up on you? About damn time." With him? "Yeah sure, here you go." She never, ever talked witty with him. Something about her was off… was she scared of him? Bucky's eyes went wide. Of course, that was it! Y/N Y/L/N was afraid of James Barnes! Why, though?

He was always so good to her. Nobody minded teasing Y/N, sometimes going too far but it was all in fun and Y/N knew that. Bucky, on the other hand…

Roast Y/N or finish the bottle of beer— you always drink when it comes to her, simp!

He could never. He had no idea what her insecurities were, what if he accidentally pushed a button and she stopped talking to him? At least they still made small talk, if she stopped talking to him, he didn't know how he would live. "Hey, everything okay?" Startled, he looked up at Steve.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, "Everything is fine, what happened?" Steve sighed and sat next to his best friend. "It's Y/N, isn't it? I know the look on your face," he chuckled. "She was crying," Bucky spoke softly, "And she was about to tell me what happened but Stark walked into the room. Then she left without telling me."

"Why doesn't she talk to me?" he continued, intently staring at Steve. "I'd think that's fairly obvious," Steve laughed, "The woman loves you. Classic traits of a crush, Bucky. She limits her conversations with you because she doesn't want to embarrass herself. She never talks back to you because what if you start hating her?" Bucky blinked.

"Me? Hate her? Not possible," he scoffed. "You didn't find out why she was crying, right?" Bucky shook his head. "Why don't you go to the privacy of her room and find out? No one will interrupt you there, you might form a good bond and who knows? That might be the start of a beautiful, perfect relationship."

"I can't just go there like hey we were talking and you didn't tell me something so I've come to find out, that's invading her personal boundaries! She'll tell me when she's ready," Bucky spoke indignantly. "She hasn't eaten breakfast yet, there are some muffins in the oven, why don't you take those to her room?" Steve suggested.

After a minute of consideration, Bucky agreed.

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Three short raps on the door.

"Y/N?"

Inside the room, Y/N froze. What was Bucky doing here? She glanced around her room, horrified, because it was a mess. "What happened?" she shouted from inside. "I brought you some breakfast, thought you might be hungry." She was hungry, though. "Wait 5 minutes!" Bucky patiently stood outside as Y/N made her room more presentable—

By hiding all her stuffed toys.

Some went in the wardrobe, some tossed carelessly under the bed, some stashed in the bedside drawer until she was certain there were no animals on display. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to the toys before opening the door to her room. "Bucky! Thank you for bringing me food, come in! Sorry, it's a mess."

Bucky waved his arm in dismissal as he walked in, looking around the room. "Your place is beautiful," he commented, giving her a small smile. She blushed and rubbed the back of her neck, shrugging. Both of them sat on the bed and Y/N picked up a muffin. "What do you wanna ask me?" At the blatant question, Bucky looked up.

"Why were you crying?" Y/N sighed and looked at her lap. "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I didn't mean to," she muttered. "No, no, it did not make me feel uncomfortable, I wanna help you," Bucky answered, shaking his head. "It's…" "Embarrassing? We've been through that, I don't care." A small laugh escaped her lips.

"Fine, I'll tell you. Promise you won't laugh," she whispered. "I promise." Y/N huddled close to him in case someone was somehow listening to them. "I lost my favorite stuffed toy and can't find her." Bucky sat silently for a few minutes. That was her definition of embarrassing?! What's embarrassing about stuffed toys?

"Should I help you?" he offered immediately, smiling at her. "You don't think I'm crazy? I'm a grown woman who still has stuffed toys. Names and everything," Y/N exclaimed, her jaw dropped. Bucky shrugged. "Of course I don't think you're crazy. There is nothing shameful about stuffed toys, I think it's quite sweet."

"Really? Just when I thought you couldn't be more perfect—" Bucky laughed at her words. They quickly finished eating the muffins and then stood up. "Have you checked the whole room?" Bucky asked her. She nodded. "Yes! The drawers, the cupboards, the wardrobe, over and under the bed… she's nowhere."

"But have you checked the bathroom?"

A loud groan left Y/N. "That's it, the bathroom! Ugh, I was so sleepy last night but I had to pee so I went to the bathroom, might've forgotten her inside, how stupid of me! Damn it!" As she kept rambling to herself, Bucky walked into the bathroom and fetched the doll that was sitting atop the sink. "Here you go, doll."

Y/N looked up at the nickname. "Hah, doll. Just like the one you're holding," she joked, taking the doll from his hands. "Yeah," he whispered, "Just like the one I'm holding." Y/N froze when his arms went around her waist, pulling her close to him. Was this actually happening?!

Did her crush like her back?!

She wanted to scream. "Bucky?" she whispered as he continued staring down at her, a dazed look on his face. "Why are you so adorable, doll?" he asked instead, gently rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb. Y/N gulped at the shockwaves the action sent throughout her body. "You tell me," she retorted, her breath hitching when he smirked at her.

"Find your wits now?" he teased, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips before she could answer. Shivers ran down her spine as she kissed the man back, clutching her doll tightly in her arms. Without breaking the kiss, Bucky walked forward until the back of Y/N's knees touched the bed. "Sit," he ordered and Y/N complied, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Sleep."

Y/N blinked, expecting a sexy response but instead she got— "What?" she asked him, confused. Bucky knelt in front of her, taking her hand in his. "You haven't slept all night, doll, I need you to sleep. This—" He gestured between them, "—Has lots of time to happen. For now, all I want is for you to get some rest. You've had a tough morning." Y/N's eyes watered.

"Don't go away."

The way she said it was enough to keep him by her side forever and always. "Never, doll. Come on." He picked up the plate which was lying on the bed, dusted the crumbs off and lay down. Y/N lay down next to him, clutching her doll in her hands. She turned to face away from him as he turned, wrapping an arm around her, spooning her from behind.

"Thank you Bucky, goodnight."

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her exposed shoulder. "Goodnight. You hold your doll, I'll hold mine," he whispered, smiling when the sound of soft snores filled the room.

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"Aye, sweet doll!"

"She is, isn't she?"

"You know damn well I wasn't talking about your girlfriend, Barnes—" Y/N burst out laughing as Sam and Bucky narrowed their eyes at each other. "But I was! Sweet doll." Y/N scrunched her nose as Bucky pressed his nose to her cheek, the stubble on his face pricking her skin. "Thank you, Sam, that means a lot."

"No worries!" He plopped down next to Steve, who was looking at them with a smile. After Y/N got into a relationship with Bucky, she was opening up more. She was no longer embarrassed about her stuffed toys; these people were her friends and they stood by her side no matter what, no judgement. That's all she needed.

Clutching her doll to her bosom, Y/N snuggled against Bucky's chest, resting her head in the crook of his neck. "All okay?" Bucky whispered to her, wrapping his arm around her as he brushed her hair away from her face. "Yeah," she whispered as Tony walked into the room, immediately getting hit in the face by a deflating balloon, "All okay."

"I love you so much, doll," he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she closed her eyes. "I love you too, Bucky," she smiled into his shoulder, "I love you too."

"As cute as all this is, it's your turn to pick a movie, Y/N so please, pick a movie."

"Hmm, I'm not in the mood… how about you pick one, Peter?"

"No! No, anyone but him!"

"Come on, we haven't watched Frozen 2 in a long time—"

"Shut up! No! Maybe give your boyfriend a turn, he picks better movies!"

"Never have I ever been so offended by something I 100% agree with."

"What do ya say, doll? Give me a turn?"

"Sure Barnes, whatever."

"Ouch."

"Deserved."

"Breaking News! For the first time in the history of the world, we're witnessing Y/N Y/L/N actively roasting James Barnes—"

"I don't mind anymore, everyone knows he's gonna come running back to me in no time."

"Hot damn!"

"Come on now, doll, you wanna be punished so badly—"

"Ugh, keep dirty talk out of this!"

Needless to say, movie night went great.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you enjoyed!

[usmsgutterson]

can i request something? A Kaz Brekker x reader imagine where they are dating and the reader is like super short, and just like some fluff with that! can you include kaz patting her head and something like that? imma short person and i gotta represent lol ty! :) fem!reader btw

Kaz Brekker x short! reader headcanons

Also. I’m doing this in the form of headcanons, which I hope is cool!

Fic type- fluff

warnings- mentions of blood and knives

Being short, of course, had it’s bonuses. 

On missions, you got to play the part of the shy, innocent girl just looking for a good time, a fun tumble, and some easy money. 

You could squeeze through tight spaces almost better than Inej could, and your height was something that the old men who liked to sit and gamble found attractive, so it made you a good enough player at the shy flirtatious game while Kaz and the others did the more difficult things. 

Jesper had often said you made for good hugs, because when he embraced you after a long mission, he could always tuck your head right under his chin.

Nina said that you were the best cuddler she’d ever met, perfect for the part of little spoon.

Matthias said your height made you easy to lift.

Wylan said that you looked exceptionally adorable when trying to reach high shelves.

Inej could admire that you were quick on your feet due to your smallness.

Kaz liked that you were short, of course, but more so that you were short and vengeful. 

When you got angry, it was almost as though the anger added a couple inches and put you closer to 5′10 than 5′3. Kaz had been around you when someone had done something to piss you off, and the result wasn’t the prettiest thing. nor was it the easiest to clean up.

But, even despite the fact that your friends loved how small you were, even getting Inej in on some of their jokes, despite the fact that she had half an inch on you, if even that, they teased you relentessly about it at the same time.

“Need some help getting the peanut butter, short stuff?” Jesper had asked as you leaned against the counter of Wylans kitchen. It was just a couple hours after dinner, and you’d gotten hungry.

He’d ended up getting the peanut butter for you, though, so you counted that as a win. 

Matthias would purposefully hold food or clothes or plan documents up in the air, knowing full well that you couldn’t reach them unless you preformed the acts of an acrobat.

Nina would ask you if you needed help when you clearly did, but refuse to offer it for a solid few minutes.

Wylan didn’t tease you very often, aside from one time where he’d convinced Jesper to pick you up and hold you so that you had the same eye level, then take you around The Slat so that you could see what life looked like when you were 6′3. 

Kaz didn’t tease you at all, though. In fact, he was the one to stop the teasing when he could tell you’d been getting tired of it.

“Helvar, give her the documents. She needs those.”

“Nina, just get her the damn strawberries!”

“Jesper, I swear to god, if you take her around The Slat while holding her like shes some aggressive cat about to scratch your eyes out, I’ll freaking let her!” 

But there was this one time, just this one!

Kaz and you had been getting closer. You’d walked back from the mission standing so close that you could take his hand if you dared, but you didn’t. You stood, watchful by his side, silent, listening to the quippy banter that Jesper and Inej called a conversation.

But then, completely and utterly out of nowhere, you felt a gloved hand meet your head and ruffle your hair.

“Brekker,” you whispered. “I thought you weren’t gonna tease me for it, and here you are, ruffling my greasy hair like Wylan would!” You turned to look at him, catching the ghost of a smile on his face as he nodded, shrugging.

“Couldn’t resist,” he said simply. “Let’s get back to The Slat and get some waffles and whiskey. Does that work for anyone else?” 

Behind the two of you, a roar of cheers rang out, and you smiled.

Even despite the teasing, you were grateful to have your friends and your...Kaz. Your Kaz. 

[naoyas90dayfiance]

Could you possibly write some headcannons on being the wife/spouse of the various Zenin men? 😊(separately of course)

Of course 💓💓💓

Being the wife of the Zen'in men HCs

I'll go for arranged marriages, as it seems very likely for this family

Naoya Zen'in

My account is dedicated to this topic kfkfkd. I'll try to summarize it !

Naoya at first doesn't really care about his new wife. He only pays attention to you to check if you're doing what you're supposed to do.

After some weeks of getting used to you being around, he actually starts to enjoy your company. And it gets to the point that he wants you to be with him all the time.

It's because you feel different from the rest. There's a difference of doing something from a place of duty and doing it from a place of love and care.

When Naoya gets more comfortable with your presence, you can feel him staring at you. And not in a lustful way, but more in a loving way. He starts to appreciate your unique beauty.

And that means that at night he isn't as cold as he used to be. Now he sleeps on his side and faces you instead of rolling over and looking elsewhere.

Because Naoya is falling more and more for you expect him to do things that will make your life in the Zen'in estate easier, like straight up hiring people to do your tasks.

He also takes you to his meetings and loves to show you off as his beautiful wife.

That being said, he becomes very protective. His family has taken a lot of good things from him and now that he's in control he won't let that happen again. That's also one of the reasons on why he wants you with you at all times.

You have to start the affectionate gestures, he won't do that. But after you finally hold his hand or kiss his cheeks, he takes it as a green light to be playful with you and even bite you in return.

When he's with you he tends to be quiet, it's not because he's bored. It's just that he feels calm and at peace in your presence.

Ranta Zen'in

Ranta is so but soooo happy to have you as his wife (✿ ♡‿♡)

The first day as a married couple he swears to you that he will make you the happiest woman in the whole world.

So he starts by spending his salary as sorcerer on buying whatever you wish so you can be comfortable in your shared room.

And he knows he can't take the responsibilities of your role as Zen'in wife away, but whenever he can he's always there to help you out. He especially likes to carry stuff around for you.

Compliment him when he does it and his face will become red and his heart will start pounding. He's so proud of himself that he could help you.

The first night you're together he's going to suggest that you cuddle. He wants to be the big spoon and make you feel safe.

He's also the kind of husband that will plan fun dates outdoors or indoors at least 5 times a month. He loves to see you having fun.

He's also the type of husband to cook for you when you're sick, to buy anything you need from the store, to pick up your packages or delivery good at the door, and will do his best to make you comfortable during your period.

When it comes to physical affection, this boy goes BIG. He gives tight hugs, long and passionate kisses and his hand is always on yours💓

Ranta is doing his best to fulfill his promise to you. He wants to see you happy and comfortable at his side.

Jinichi Zen'in

This tsundere man, when he finds out that you're going to be his wife he closes off immediately.

He knows he can't give you the best life you deserve because he doesn't even know how to love someone. So he just accepts you're going to be his wife and you are going to be miserable with him.

Like a self fulfilling prophecy, it happens that way during the first weeks. But then you got into an accident while cooking that left you with a cut on your finger. It wasn't that big of a deal, but it still hurt.

When you return to your room to treat your wounded finger, Jinichi is there. He sees the blood and your face of pain so he immediately decides to take care of it, and he does it quite perfectly. His hands work more delicately than what you thought.

When you whisper him a "thank you" he can feel a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

That's when he starts to check on you more often, asking if you're okay, and silently checking if you need help with anything.

That's how he will show the affection he has for you. After all, you're treating him better than the people he knows.

And he also brings you things that he thinks you might like (and you love it, because he did a ton of observation to perfectly know all of your interests).

The only time people can see Jinichi smile is when he hands you a gift and you thank him with a cheerful face. It makes his heart so warm that he can't help it but show it.

He's also there when you need to talk about something. Most likely he won't say a thing, but he'll listen carefully. If you ask for his opinion, he will give it to you.

When it comes to physical touch, it starts when you hug him during your birthday because he got you that thing you really reallyyyyy wanted and he's hesitant at first but hugs you back.

Since then your displays of affection are very small but significant. A lot of caressing the back of your hand, brushing your hair and on special occasions he will kiss you if he sees you want it.

I didn't include Naobito, Ogi and Grandpa this time. But if you wish for me to do so please send me an ask 💓💓💓

Requests for cute headcanons with the Zen'in men (Naoya, Naobito, Jinichi, Ranta, Ogi and grandpa) are open (●♡∀♡)

[maddieinwonder]

A Lesson In Romance #2: Opposites Attract

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, they become friends.

A/N: I can't believe I rewrote this chapter, like, 5 times, but I'm kinda happy with the final result 😌😌😌 Again, my ask is open if you want to send me a trope request!

Masterlist | All chapters here!

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Contrary to popular belief, you've watched your fair share of rom-coms. Or at least enough to understand its three-act structure, even if you didn't understand why people bought into it just yet.

Take the concept of "opposites attract" for example. Two people with completely different interests and personalities are supposedly perfect for each other because they compensate for the other's weaknesses. But it was illogical, you knew this for a fact.

Opposites attract had your college roommate crying herself to sleep when she decided to date a popular jerk-wad. Opposites attract caused your best friend to transfer schools after a cruel Valentine's Day prank. Opposites attract made your dad divorce your mum and leave you and your siblings alone at the ripe age of eleven.

But according to rom-coms, these relationships were worth it. There was nothing sweeter than a shy person complementing a loud bully, or nothing that screamed sexual tension more than a practical joker tormenting a goody-two-shoes.

For your entire life up until this point, you just didn't get it. But then you met Garcia and Morgan, and things began to make sense.

The two of them couldn't be further apart. Derek was a typical player — traditional good looks, muscular, was probably a jock in high school. Penelope, on the other hand, dressed in bright colours and even brighter hair. She seldom left her office — which, for the record, was covered wall to wall with cuteness — and cared about her technology like it was an extension of herself.

At first, you didn't understand why they were so close. They were basically polar opposites. But when one of your first cases with the BAU hit too close to home for the usually cheerful tech analyst, you watched Derek drop everything he was doing to gently support her through it.

This was enough to make you rethink your theory. And if you were being really honest, it was enough to make you yearn for something like that for yourself.

Because the thing is, you hadn't stopped thinking about the shy, awkward man you met at the coffee shop. Even more so now that you were working together, and you found out that he was a certifiable genius with an IQ of 187.

To add to your surprise, you and Spencer weren't opposites — not in any material way, at least. You couldn't say otherwise when you only knew the things that everybody else knew.

Like how the two of you had qualifications in psychology (he had a B.A., you had a PhD), loved Doctor Who (he preferred Tom Baker, but you were partial to David Tennant), and shared a favourite movie genre in science fiction, but specifically space opera (he loved Star Trek, you were nostalgic for Star Wars).

And that was just the beginning.

You begun to realise little things about him every day that you noticed in yourself. The obvious one was your coffee preferences. You pretended not to notice when the team raised their eyebrows at the three full spoons of sugar you added to your coffee everyday.

But you also noticed the way Spencer bounced his leg when he was nervous, or moved his mouth when he was reading at that unbelievable pace.

You watched him so often, in fact, that one day you found yourself doing his trademark awkward smile and you realised your silent observations had gone too far.

In reality, you hadn't spoke to him alone for more than 10 minutes since you joined the team. The two of you were always around other people for some reason or other, and after the first few weeks passed like this, the expiry on talking to him about the coffee shop incident seemingly ran out.

Then one morning, when the coffee machine at work broke down and you were beginning to think this was the start of a very bad day, a cup of coffee was gently placed in front of you.

"Good morning," Spencer greeted, pulling over the chair from his desk to sit next to you. His held his own cup of coffee in one hand.

You recognised the logo as the coffee shop where you met him. The same one you'd been avoiding since you started working here. (Ok, so maybe the reason you hadn't spoken about the incident wasn't entirely due to external forces.)

"What's this for?" You asked, as if you didn't already know.

"A peace offering," he said, locking eyes with you. "I haven't seen you at the coffee shop in three weeks, which coincides exactly with the day we met and your first day at the BAU. I've... I've come to the conclusion that you're avoiding me, but I really hope you won't."

"Why?" You asked, reaching for the warm takeaway cup.

"Because I'd like to get to know you better." He said frankly. You were glad you hadn't taken a sip yet, because you might have spit it out in shock.

In the rom-coms you watched, confessions like these usually happened to a swell of music and dimmed lights, maybe while the two main characters were dancing in each others arms. But under the fluorescent lights at the bureau, you only felt your heart swell to an imaginary soundtrack.

"So would I," you replied, smiling despite yourself. You couldn't believe you just compared a rom-com scenario to real life, but watching Spencer's smile widen at your reply made the critic in you subside. His smile was, strangely, beautiful to you now.

"You're lucky I remembered your order," he teased, his pinkish cheeks weren't beyond your notice.

"Spencer. We share the same coffee order and you have an eidetic memory," you replied dryly.

"I know," he said, and the two of you locked eyes for a moment before breaking into a bout of laughter over the absurdity of your relationship.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the unusual sight had caught the eyes of the other members in the bullpen. But it was only the next morning when you and Spencer walked into the office with matching cups of coffee, that the team confirmed that something was definitely up.

And they were going to find out what.

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[kiirokero]

Outro: Love is Not Over (8)

Pairing: Daycare Teacher! Hoseok x Single Mom! Reader.

Genre: Single Parent! AU, Teacher! AU, Hybrid! AU, Fluff, Angst, Adorable Kids,

Warnings: Nothing much, just fluff and some romance wink wonk

Word Count: 1.1k

Note: Happy day of starting life to me, Imma go splurge on pizza now.

Summary: Years after a relationship goes south. You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. He is the light of your life. Yunho is everything to you, and you’d do anything for him. But you’re a human. Yunho doesn’t care, he will tell you he doesn’t. “You’re still my Eomma. No matter what.” He says. But you can’t help but feel like you will never be enough for him. You can’t be the mother he deserves. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. But you try. You try your damn hardest. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

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    It was 11pm. The inky black void of the night sky peered through the closed curtains as Yunho continued to watch his show. Yunho was hanging on to conciousness by a thread, and more than once I had tried to get him to go to bed, but every time he shook his head, insisting that he was fine and that he just wanted to stay next to me. It made my heart clench.

    Reluctantly, I let him. I let him drawl on about how worried he was when the main character got trapped by the villain. I let him lean on my shoulder while he stubbornly held his eyes open. I let him do what he felt was best for himself. As long as he wasn’t hurting himself. He’d probably sleep all day tomorrow, but if staying up with me brought him peace of mind, I’d let him do it. 

    Yunho’s ears perked up and eyes shot open when a knock sounded at the door. He looked at me, wide-eyed, fisting his hand tighter into my sweatshirt. “Eomma?” He whispered, and I gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, bub. It’s just a friend,” Yunho nodded, getting up along with me as I went to answer the door. 

     When I opened the door, I couldn’t stop the small smile of pure happiness that made its way onto my face when the handsome German Shepard hybrid filled my vision. He was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, much like myself, and had slightly ruffled hair. His warm, heart-shaped smile graced his face as he held up a plastic bag. “I brought the goods!” He chuckled, looking down at my legs where Yunho was hiding. 

    Yunho recognized Hoseok, but didn’t immediately come out, opting to look up at him curiously from afar. “Say hi, bub,” I encouraged, putting a hand on the top of his head, playing with the blonde fur that hung from his ears. “Hi...” Yunho whispered, his tail slowly wagging side-to-side when Hoseok’s said hello back. Hoseok slowly leaned down so he was about eye-level with Yunho, but still keeping a respectful distance. 

    “Hey Yunho, do you remember me?” Hoseok asked, playfully tilting his head to the side. Yunho silently nodded, easing up a little bit. “I’m glad. Your Eomma was telling me that you had a bad day,” Hoseok continued, and Yunho squeaked out a “Yeah... Bad day...” earning a smile of sympathy from the older hybrid. “That sucks, but guess what! I brought ice cream!” Hoseok’s experience with kids was really showing now, knowing exactly what to say and how to say it. 

    I chuckled at Yunho’s starry-eyed expression, sending Hoseok an appreciative smile as Yunho came out from around my legs and went up to stand in front of Hoseok, sniffing the bag. “Eomma, can I?” Yunho asked hopefully, looking back up towards me. I don’t know whether it was his puppy eyes or well-behaved manners that made my heart squeeze, but it didn’t matter because the answer was yes, anyway. 

    “Of course bub, but let’s get to the kitchen first, okay?” I responded, picking Yunho up and guiding Hoseok towards the kitchen. Hoseok put the bag down on the counter along with his keys, turning to me, waiting for any sort of instruction or objection. “Thank you again, Hoseok,” I smiled, but Hoseok just waved me off with a smooth, “It’s nothing! Ice cream makes everything better,” Smiling, not realizing just how meaningful the gesture was to me and Yunho. 

    I got out a bowl and spoon for Yunho, asking him to wait in the living room while I get him his treat. Yunho did what I asked, somewhat reluctantly, but after I reminded him that he could see me from the couch, he relented. “Classic vanilla,” I chuckled, scooping out some of the cold deliciousness. “Can’t go wrong with vanilla,” Hoseok chirped, filling up bowls of our own. 

    Soon, all three of us were sitting on the couch, Yunho in the middle of Hoseok and I, shoveling down his vanilla ice cream with vigor. “And that’s how rainbows are made!” Yunho exclaimed with ice cream around his mouth, finishing the rant he’s been on for 5 minutes after Hoseok asked him about the show he was watching. Yunho had just learned how rainbows were made thanks to the programme, and he was eager to share that information to everyone. You, Hyejin, Yoongi, Hajun, Namjoon (somehow) and now Hoseok. 

But Hoseok didn’t mind. No no. He was actively encouraging him. 

    “Wow! That’s so cool! You’re so smart, Yunho,” Hoseok gushed, getting Yunho to blush and look away, fiddling with the edge of his space themed pajama top. “Thank you,” Yunho smiled, leaning back onto your shoulder. “I also know how to count to twenty!” Yunho boasted, puffing out his chest. Hoseok dramatically gasped, indulging the proud hybrid boy. “Amazing! Can you show me?” Hoseok asked, and Yunho confidently (and correctly) counted to twenty. 

    Both you and Hoseok clapped, and you didn’t miss the way Yunho seemed to relax a bit more. “I also painted a dragon at school! I’ll go get it! Stay here,” Yunho bubbled, running up the stairs. “Careful!” I called after him. “Okay!” He called back, voice now distant. Now it was just you and Hoseok alone, listening to the childish dialogue of the cartoon playing in the background. 

    “You’re a lifesaver, Hoseok,” You sighed, slumping into the couch. “It’s nothing. Y/n, really. We all have those days, even kids like Yunho,” He shrugged, finishing the last bite of his ice cream. “No, really, you have no idea how much this means. I mean, Yunho seems to really like you,” I pointed out, trying my best to stress just how hopeless the situation seemed before he got here. 

    Hoseok put his bowl down on the coffee table, turning his entire body towards me, giving me his full attention. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” He proclaimed, looking me right in the eyes. It felt like I was back in the cafe, on our little lunch get-together. Nothing but the two of us and the smell of coffee. His ears flinched, but his earthy hues never strayed from mine. His stare pulling me into an all too familiar trance. It blurred all other stimulation out and nothing but Hoseok filled my senses. 

Was he always this attractive?

Is his skin as smooth as it seems?

Why was the slight timbre in his voice so enticing? 

Where does he buy his cologne? 

What do his lips taste like-

    “I found it! Here!” Yunho cheered, shoving a wrinkled paper into Hoseok’s hands. Hoseok looked confused for a minute before he shook off whatever just happened and gave Yunho a big smile, complimenting him on his artwork. I shook my head, trying to get the thoughts that invaded my head to go away. I can’t. I just met the guy! I can’t let my emotions get the best of me. I’m just touch starved, that’s it. Nothing else. 

    Except that’s what I wish was the case. But the warmth in my heart when I found Hoseok and Yunho snuggled together, asleep, was too much to ignore. Yunho’s chubby cheeks pressed against Hoseok’s shoulder made him look like a dumpling, and the way Hoseok quietly snored shouldn’t have been attractive, but it was. I couldn’t ignore the feeling of home that filled my chest whenever I saw Hoseok and Yunho interact... But I found myself trying anyway...

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First Line Tryouts

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Mentions/Warnings: Implied Smut, making out, cursing, eating/food mentions, mentions dead bodies, slasher film mention, dementia mention, slight domesticality(?)

Word Count: <4,200

A/N: This took so long im so sorry, tried to sum up the events of ep 1, while adding some isaac moments! Enjoy! LMK If I need to add anymore tw’s or cw’s.

Taglist: @rogershoe Dm me to be added to the taglist. 

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There was a week left until your second semester began. Isaac was determined to thank you for everything you had done for him since he told you about his dad. 

He enlisted Stiles and a reluctant Lydia to help him with the planning. Isaac was going to make a picnic basket with your favorite foods. After that, Stiles would drive him to Lookout Point, and Lydia would take you there right after he gave her the go-ahead to let her know it was ok to leave. 

Lydia would take you to the mall so that Isaac could prepare the picnic basket. He had bought assorted fruits, a platter of ham and cheese pinwheels, passion-fruit fruit champagne, your favorite desserts, and your favorite chips. He packed a picnic blanket as well as two smaller ones so that you both could lay under the stars and watch them dance. 

After everything was packed, Stiles drove him to the point in the woods, and two miles away from his destination, he called Lydia and gave her the signal. 

When he reached the peak, before he could do anything, Stiles scolded him.

"Hey scarf," he barked. Isaac turned his head.

"Don't try anything with my sister tonight, alright? You may not be in the house, but I will still be watching everything?"

Isaac paused. "Aren't you going back to Scott's house?" 

"I have eyes everywhere, Lahey," he stated simply before waltzing away.

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When you arrived, Isaac had everything set up, the picnic cloth was laid down on a flat chunk, the colorful plastic champagne glasses he had bought were carefully placed down on top of the plates, 

When you arrived, Isaac had already laid everything out. The picnic blanket was spread out on a flat chunk of land, and the ceramic plates sat on top of it. There was a bundle of spoons and forks, knives, and colorful plastic champagne glasses for the both of you. 

"I-saac, haha," you chuckled.

He bowed. "Good evening, madame. How can I serve you today?" He walked over to you and led you to the setting. 

"Isaac, you didn't have to do all this, you know?" 

"I know, but you've done so much for me recently, and I wanted to thank you."

You looked at him fondly, and he stared back at you before breaking away to grab the fruit. He fed you a strawberry, and after that, you both took turns tossing berries into the air and trying to catch them. 

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After you both were done eating, Isaac packed all the remaining food (which was a lot) into the basket and tossed you a cover. He pulled you closer to him once you were wrapped in the blanket and laid down to watch the stars with his favorite person in the world. 

"That's Orion's belt, right there," you thought out loud. 

"That's the big dipper then," 

"How do you know so many constellations?" Isaac questioned, and you frowned. 

"I- uh…" 

"What's wrong?" He looked at you with worry.

"It was something me and my mom did before she died. She would go out to the woods with me—" you paused."—and she would show me where all the stars were. Stiles was never interested. My obsession with finding the stars became so big she decided to get me a telescope and a big book of all the constellations." 

"Oh, so I'm guessing it's a touchy subject?" 

You laughed. "It's a subject that brings up memories. To be honest, I haven't tried stargazing since my mom's death. This was nice." 

"You never told me much about your mom…" 

"And you never told me about yours," you hit back. 

"Touché." 

You went first. "Before everything, my mom was…in all aspects… perfect. Every day when we came home from school, she would have lunch ready, even if we already ate, just some chips and cookies on the table for Stiles and me." 

You smiled. "Mom would take us outside to the backyard and play soccer with us, us two against her. I think she would go easy on us." 

"When she got diagnosed, she started becoming less… tolerant of us. She would yell for the tiniest things,  and they didn't hurt me as much because Dad would always remind us that she didn't mean it, but I guess it always hurt Stiles more—"

"How do you mean?" Isaac asked.

"He was always a mommy's boy. One night we went to visit her at the hospital, I went to the vending machine to get snacks for Stiles and me, and he was gone. When he came back, he was crying nonstop. I kept trying to get him to tell me what was wrong, but he wouldn't tell me.  The next day it was like he just forgot about it." 

You both sat there in silence for a while longer. 

"My mom…. My mom was always working. She had her own business making soaps and perfumes and stuff like that." 

"She would always ask—" he gulped. "—she would ask my brother and me to help her with her orders. We would always make a mess, so after we were done, she made bubble baths for us." He giggled at the memory. "When she died, I guess we all changed a bit." 

"I got a little shier, Camden got more impulsive, Dad just lost his filter. He put more effort into making sure we were disciplined." He saw your eyes squint. "He didn't hit us back then. He just had stricter rules." 

You pulled him closer to your chest, and you guys just stayed there, looking at the stars, and feeling, even more, closer to each other than before.

You broke the silence.

"Isaac…" 

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I love you…" 

He leaned down to your face and pecked your lips.

"I love you too," he smiled.

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"Y/n!" Isaac was trying to wake you up. You had fallen asleep watching Nightmare on Elm Street. You had been desensitized to all the blood and gore because you and stiles would always stay up late and watch slasher films. This was when your dad worked extra shifts at the Sheriff's station, and your mom was at the hospital.

"N/n, Wake up!" 

He grabbed your ringing phone and pulled it up to your ear, despite knowing he would face your wrath for doing that later on. Stiles had just called you for the 4th time that night, and you weren't waking up.

When you still wouldn't wake up, he did the only thing he could think of, as illogical as it was. He laid down flat on his back and rolled over, pushing you off the bed. You woke with a start. 

"ISAAC, WHAT THE HELL!!"

"Stiles has called you 4 times in 5 minutes, and you told me to wake you up whenever someone calls you…" He fake-pouted. 

Your expression softened because you couldn't resist his cobalt eyes, but you were still angry. You answered the phone and shouted at Stiles to release your frustration. 

"Stiles, what the hell, you're across the hall. Did you really have to call?"

"Hurry up and get ready, Dad just went out, and we need to go get Scott."

"Why do we have to follow dad? It's his job."

"Someone found a dead body, but half of it is missing,"

"Ok, I'm coming," You said while putting on your jeans. 

"Oh, and leave the golden retriever."

"His name is Isaac, not 'golden retriever,' Stiles!" you scolded. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, hurry up!"

You finished putting on Isaac's hoodie and turned to face him. 

"I gotta go, love."

He pouted. "Why can't I go with you?"

You went to give him a hug. "We should go with the least amount of people possible., so we don't get caught…" you lied. 

"Is Scott going?" He was always able to tell when you were lying. He knew all your tells and your poker face before you were even dating. 

"Fine, It's Stiles."

"So, I realized. Do I really look like a golden retriever?"

You shrugged and said in a pitchy voice, "An adorable golden retriever?" 

He sighed. 

"Be safe, and come back before midnight, please? I don't wanna go to sleep without you…"

"Nervous for tomorrow?"

"It's the start of first-line tryouts. I really wanna make it this year,"

"I'm sure that you'll make it Isaac, you are one of the most hand-eye coordinated people I know, and at every game, I will be there to cheer you guys on!"

 He smiled at your statement and kissed you. 

"Be sa—"

"Y/N, Hurry up!" Stiles shouted from downstairs. 

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You stayed in the car while Stiles was getting Scott, silently cursing him for not allowing Isaac to come but going to get Scott. 

Scott and Stiles got out of the house and piled into the car. 

"Next time you wanna leave the 'golden retriever,' Stiles, we're also leaving the poodle," you angrily intoned.

Scott took up an offended expression. "Poodle?"

"Would you rather chihuahua?"

"Nevermind..."

"No, we're not leaving Scott. He's my best friend," Stiles said defensively.

"Oh yeah? Isaac is my boyfriend, yet he couldn't come!" 

"My car, my choice of guests."

"Fuck off, Miechyvslaw!"

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"We're seriously doing this?"

"Obviously," you stated simply.

He started driving the car, and they headed to the woods where the search party for the body and the other half of it would be located. 

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles said.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow."

"Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort," Stiles sassed.

"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making the first line."

"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

You interrupted their bickering. "Just out of curiosity, do either of you know what half of the body we're even looking for?"

"Uhhh-" Stiles stuttered.

"And uh- what if whoever killed the body is still out there," Scott questioned.

"Also, something I did not think about."

"It's comforting to know that you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail," Scott stated. 

Stiles and Scott continued bickering, but soon, you saw a flashlight.

"Shit! Hide!" you warned, but Stiles kept going. You leaped forward, trying to grab his shirt and pull him back, but your dad caught you.

"Hang on. Hang on. These two delinquents belong to me."

Stiles sighed. 

"I told you to hide, you brat!" you whispered to him.

"Daaaaad!" He enunciated. "How are you doing?"

"So, do you, uh, listen into all my phone calls?"

"Not the boring ones," Stiles said. 

"So, where's your usual partner in crime?"

"Wh-who Scott? Scott's home, he said before continuing to ramble.

Your dad had called out for Scott, and when he didn't respond, dragged you and Stiles back to the Jeep. 

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You went back to your room once you got to the house and found Isaac asleep on the bed.

"Izzie!" You grabbed a plush pillow from beside him and whacked him softly with it. 

You went home that night, not knowing where Scott was or what had happened to him while worrying about what Melissa would do to you if Scott got bitten by a coyote and she found out you lured him out there.

He stirred but didn't wake. You groaned and moved beside him.

"Isaac?" you shrilled. "Isaac, you were supposed to wait for me to come back!!"

You shook his body left and right until he woke up groggily.

"N/n?"

He fully opened his eyes and groaned at the comfort that it was you.

"You scared me!" he complained.

You began shuffling towards him and running your hands down his covered pectorals. "Aww… what can I do to make you feel better?"

"Anything?" he said before sucking in a breath.

"Anything, baby," You nodded. 

He pulled you onto his lap and started kissing you passionately, your lips meshing together. He trailed his lips from yours to your cheekbones, then to your jawline, nibbling slightly. You moved your hips forcefully against his, and he brought one hand down to your waist.

"Hey, is this ok?"

You nodded vehemently. 

He pushed your hips back and forth along his while leaving dark red marks towards the base of your neck and your collarbone. He sucked a hickey onto a pulse point, making you let out a moan, which you tried muffling by pressing your lips together. 

He brought his hands to the hem of your shirt and tugged slightly before looking up at you. You replaced his hands and pulled your shirt off of your torso. 

He placed open-mouthed kisses onto the tops of your breasts, causing you to throw your head back in delight. He brought his hand back to the small of your back and shuffled you forwards on his lap. 

He turned you over onto your back and continued to kiss from your chest up. He stood on his knees in front of you and pulled his shirt off of his body. He placed one more brief kiss on your lips before gripping your thighs and lowering down your body.

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Stiles drove you, Isaac, and Scott to school the next day. When you got out of the car, Scott and Stiles were talking about a bite that Scott had gotten when he went to the woods, but he assured you that you wouldn't face Melissa's wrath. 

When you saw Lydia amongst the crowd, you dragged Isaac all the way to her. Lydia had never liked Isaac, feeling like her best friend could do much better than someone who wouldn't even talk to her(you) for extensive periods of time. 

"Hey Lyds!" you said with Isaac's face buried in your neck. He was not fond of Lydia either, not that she had done anything, but he had picked up on her apathy towards him and just decided he would do the same. 

"Hey Y/N! Isaac." You all walked into the building and headed for your respective classes. 

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You had English first, and the teacher was rambling about the dead body found in the woods. 

A familiar faced walked into the room, and you almost squealed. It was your godsister, Allison Argent. You knew that her family was moving to  Beacon Hills, but you hadn't known when they would be arriving. 

Chris Argent, Allison's dad, was your mother's best friend in high school. When she gave birth to you and Stiles, she made Chris your godfather.

You quietly clapped your hands at her appearance. She smiled at you before taking the seat diagonally across from you and right behind Scott. You noticed how when he turned around to give her a pencil, he looked highly flustered. 

Before you could point this out and tease him about it, your teacher began to talk about the novel you were reading as a class.

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When you got out of class, you decided to introduce Lydia to Allison. 

When you both approached Allison, she squealed and ran to give you a hug, almost causing you to stumble. You hugged her back for a good five seconds before letting her go. 

"That jacket is absolutely killer! Where'd you get it?" Lydia asked the brunette.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."

"And, you are my new best friend!" Lydia said before greeting her boyfriend, Jackson, who had come up behind her. 

"Hey? What about me? Already replacing me with my godsister?" you asked before you felt two slender arms wrap around your waist.

"Never!" Lydia smiled. "We can all be friends." 

You could hear a girl talking about Lydia or Allison or both, and you decided you would defend your friends. 

You walked over to where she was talking to Stiles and Scott.

"Hey, what's going on over here?"

"Oh, Audrey here was asking what Allison did to already be hanging out with your exclusive clique."

"Uh, nothing? She's just Allison." You said, looking at Scott and Stiles but directing it towards Aubrey. You then turned on your heels and walked away.

You had found that your friends had told Allison about the upcoming party and were just about to head to the lacrosse practice for the day.

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You gave Isaac a good luck kiss before he went out to the field, and Lydia looked at you weirdly.

"What is it?" you asked, rolling your eyes.

"Nothing, Nothing."

"Why do you have such a problem with my boyfriend?"

She turned to look at you. "I don't know, maybe it's because you caught feelings when he hadn't said a single word to you for a week and didn't for another week after you first kissed him"

"It could be that when you asked him out and actually confessed your feelings, he waited a week to give you a response and made you think that he was rejecting you, which made you cry?"  

You rubbed your temples. "Lydia, I explained all this to you. He's a shy guy. He just doesn't talk much to people, and he thought I was playing a joke on him."

She shook her head. "Mark my words, Y/N, he's going to end up breaking your heart, and when he does, I'll be left to pick up the pieces."

You groaned. "Allison, does Isaac look like someone who would hurt me?"

"No? He looks like… He looks like a golden retriever!"

The three of you burst out laughing, and Lydia promised to try and be tolerant of Isaac.

Suddenly, it was Scott's turn to try guarding the goal. He allowed the first shot through before finding his footing and blocking the rest of the throws. 

"Who is that?" Your godsister asked. 

"Hmm… I'm not sure who he is," Lydia said questioningly.

You scoffed. "That is Scott McCall. Stiles' best friend. Why?"

"He's in our English class. He seems like he's pretty good," she said sagely.

She changed the subject. "Speaking of Stiles, how is he? I haven't talked to him since I got back."

"He's-" you tried answering but stopped short. "Wooh! Go, Isaac!"

He smiled at you before going to shoot lacrosse balls at the goalie.

On the final day of tryouts, you and Isaac had done stretches, though he didn't know why, and they had run laps around the field before practice had started.

The coach started talking to the players, and you, Lydia, and Allison sat in the stands. By the time practice was over, Scott had made the first line, but Stiles and Isaac didn't. To cheer them up, you had taken them to their favorite to-go restaurant and bought dessert for them.

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It was a Friday night. You were particularly sad, not only because Isaac couldn't go with you, but because Isaac had his weekly dinner with his dad today. So, he wouldn't even be there when you fell asleep. 

Scott and Stiles had gotten into a fight earlier, so he wasn't going to the party. This left Jackson to drive you, who was taking Lydia to the party. This didn't make you too happy, seeing as how Jackson was a self-entitled bastard who got his status from his family and isn't grateful for any of it. 

You didn't understand how Lydia had decided it would be a good idea to date him. But, you knew that the same way she couldn't change your mind about Isaac, she wouldn't change your mind about Jackson. 

You wore a pink satin body-con dress that reached your mid-thigh. Isaac had picked it out for you when he realized he wouldn't have been able to attend the party. He was ok with it being as short because he knew all the guys there would remember what happened to Garrett Ferrero after he started hitting on you at a party. He had to get nose surgery because Isaac had broken it, and his nose swelled up so large, he didn't come to school until it shrunk.

You paired it with opaque tights with fishnets on top and a pair of red, 3-inch, cut-out heels. As for makeup, you had outlined your lips with a black lip liner and smeared a cherry red lipstick over it. You applied minimal foundation and went for a nude eyeshadow look. 

When you stepped out of the bathroom in your outfit, Isaac nearly went feral. He lightly kissed the expanse of your neck, knowing you would kill him if he messed up your makeup, and he ended up backing you both into a wall. 

You had to swat him away after a few seconds of this affair because you had to leave soon, and so did he, albeit reluctantly. You put a black jean jacket on top of your outfit before heading downstairs. 

He left your house a few minutes before you did, but just before you left, Stiles pulled you aside.

"Hey, Y/N, just watch out for Scott today, and especially Allison." Stiles was overprotective of both of you. Before Allison and her family began moving around, she was like a sister to both of you. You three did almost everything together. 

"Stiles, what's going on?"

He sighed. "Ok, this is going to be hard to explain, but you have to go. So I'm going to give you the brief version right now and explain later."

You nodded, beckoning him to continue. 

"The night Scott got bit by that 'coyote'... it wasn't a coyote. It was a wolf, and wolf hairs were reported on the autopsy of the dead body. Scott has been experiencing heightened senses, and he's been stronger. Y/N, he hasn't needed his inhaler all week."

Your eyes widened. You didn't know what to say.

"So… you think he's a werewolf."

"Better to be safe and absurd than sorry and sad. Tonight's a full moon, and he just wouldn't cancel that date. Just look out for them, you know?"

You bobbed your head up and down vigorously. 

You left the house, and outside were Jackson and Lydia, in the front seat of his Porsche. It was a nice ride but a bit overly embellished for someone who only just got his license.

 ~---~---~---~---~

Later at the party, you had last seen Allison and Scott as they were dancing. You were dancing with your friend, Marya Cullen. She was a freshman, so she didn't really know most of your other friends. You had met her through your job at Forever 21, and you instantly clicked. 

She was really drunk, so you called another one of her friends and asked them to take her home. Marya had given her friends a list of the people allowed to drive her home if this happened. 

It was just as you were putting Marya in the backseat, you saw Scott walking away from her, dazed. While that happened, a mysterious guy who looked much older than you were approaching Allison. 

"Hey, I'm her friend. I got it, thanks!" 

You walked with Allison back to her house after grabbing all your belongings and immersed in conversation, mostly about how weird Stiles was being. Stiles was driving in his Jeep when he saw you coming from Allison's house. You got into the Jeep, and you both went home. 

When you got there, you changed into your pajamas and laid down onto the surface of a cold bed. You grabbed your thickest pillow and pulled it into your arms, trying to create some semblance of a feeling of Isaac laying down with you.

~---~---~---~---~

You awoke to bright sunlight and a buzzing phone by your head. Isaac had been calling you to ask you to let him in the house. You realized it was high time that he gets a key to the front door. 

You went downstairs to greet your boyfriend, and you noticed that he had brought Starbucks. You almost caused him to fall to the floor had he not caught you in time. He set you on the floor and kissed your lips before heading to the kitchen.

He had gotten your regular order, as well as your favorite drink, and he had gotten his order as well. 

You guys say down to just eat and relax.

He took a sip of his iced coffee before saying anything.

"My dad wants me to work at the graveyard," he said, pensive.

You choked on your food. "What?" 

"Well, he said he's cutting off my allowance." 

"So he said I can either earn it by working at the graveyard or stay broke." 

"That's fine, darling?" 

"I know, but I still want to get a job to save so once I turn 18, I can move out. And, he is willing to let me choose my own hours, or really just give me hours that don't interfere with lacrosse practice."

You gave him a solemn look and whined. "But that means we won't have as much cuddle time?" 

"He shouldn't even be in your room," your dad said, approaching you from behind.

"Hi, dad."

"Good morning, Mr. Stilinsk—"

"Isaac," your dad interjected. "It's fine. You can call me Noah." 

Isaac smiled. 

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Waiting Long Enough - (Rose Lavelle x reader)

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!! I was thankfully able to finish this late last night (sorry I was busy and only got to post it now). I'm working on another one but I'm not sure if I'll get it finished for today but I'll post it as soon as it's done. But for now I hope you enjoy!!!

The idea of soulmates is great. Scratch that it's euphoric. I mean imagine having someone who was literally made to be with you. Someone to be there for the good and bad days. Someone who does the little things for you just cause. Someone who gives you that sense of calm when the world might be falling around you. The perfect partner who knows you better than yourself sometimes.

In theory

The idea of soulmates is brilliant. But there's the small fact you have to consider. The fact of you have to find them first.

That's the part Rose struggled with.

Now they did have some help. Everyone had the day they meet their soulmate tattooed on their wrist. So you could imagine the feeling when Rose's tattoo told her she would meet her soulmate on Valentine's Day of all days.

Rose couldn't believe her luck. It seemed like something out of a movie. When she was younger she would always imagine these romantic chance encounters that would lead to her meeting her soulmate. Like something out of a fairy tail. How she would meet her soulmate and would be swept off her feet for the love holiday and fall in love.

The thought of it sounded perfect except for one thing......

The tattoo told you the day....not the year

So it was a repetitive cycle of heartbreak as Rose would wake up excited for Valentine's Day only to be disappointed when she wouldn't meet her soulmate. She tried to stay optimistic but it was hard when year after year pasted only for her to remain single on her own having no one to celebrate the holiday with.

Now it wasn't fool proof. I mean there was plenty of other situations where the soulmate tattoo failed. There was Lindsey and Sonnet for example. Obviously they had both met at camp but they had never expected it to be one of their teammates. And Sonnett still to this day would have thought her soulmate would have been that girl at the coffee shop if it wasn't for a friendly game of Truth or Dare at a team bonding session which she was dared to kiss her the blonde colorado native which revealed their initials which burned underneath their tattoos.

It also didn't help that this year Rose had to spend Valentine's Day in camp surrounded by couples.

"Who shit in your cereal?" Kelley laughs as she see Rose glare at the Valentine's decorations that littered the meal room. "Shut it" Rose mutters as she stabs at her breakfast with her spoon. "What's up Rosie?" Alex asks as she sits beside her best friend. Sonnett laughs, "Yeah you don't look really in the loving spirit".

Rose just rolls her eyes, "Well excuse me that I don't feel up for celebrating Valentine's Day when I'm the only person on the team who hasn't met their soulmate". Mal gives the girl a small smile, "Sorry Rosie". Alex gives her a sympathetic smile, "I know it sucks but you shouldn't let that get you down. Who knows? Maybe today will be the day you meet them?".

But Rose lets out a sigh as she plays with her food, "I rather not get my hopes up only to be disappointed. Like every year". "Well what are your plans for the day?" Mal asks trying to stir away from the conversation of Love which was clearly upsetting the girl. Rose just shrugs, "Probably the same as every year I'll probably end up just watching TV and drown myself in junk food and wait until the day passes".

Sonnett scoffs, "How are you planning on meeting your soulmate if you don't even leave the hotel?" Rose just gives the blonde a look, "That is rich coming from the pair that thought that having the same tattoo was a coincidence. If it wasn't for Kelley daring you to kiss each other at Truth or Dare you idiots still wouldn't know". Sonnett pouts, "Harsh". Lindsey shrugs, "But true".

Kelley points her fork at the blondes, "I still expect to be godmother of your first child.....or your child be named at me I'm fine with either".

While the two blondes blush furiously, Kelley turns back to Rose, "They are right though". Rose just glares at the defender as she raises her hands in surrender, "Hey how do you expect the love of your life to find you if you don't even give them a chance?"

Rose huffs because as much as she didn't want it admit it, Kelley was right. The chance of her soulmate finding her while she was couped up in her room feeling sorry for herself was very unlikely. "Well what do you want me to do? Walk around wearing a sign saying, "Are you my soulmate?""

Kelley shrugs, "I mean if it works..."

Alex sighs and shakes her head, "And you were doing so well..." Kelley looks at her best friend hurt, "Hey!" Mal turns to Rose, "They're right you should do something tonight". Rose bites her lip she knew her teammates were right but after years of searching she really didn't feel like having another let down. Mal puts her hand on the midfielders shoulder, "Look some of us were planning on going to a club tonight. You should come with us".

Rose frowns, "I don't know Mal". Lindsey jumps in, "C'mon it'll be fun! Worst case scenario you don't meet them and you have a good time with us. Best case scenario you find your soulmate and you thank us forever".

Rose bites her lip as she thinks for a second before sighing running her hand through her hair, "Fine what do I have to lose". The youngsters cheer as Mal wraps her arm around her, "Tonight's gonna be fun!" Rose sighed

She could only hope so

...........

Rose soon realised early on that her friends were wrong. They had barely been in the club and hour and she had already lost her friends. Granted they had lost Lindsey and Sonnett 15 minutes after entering the club. Rose rolled her eyes thinking that they were no doubt making out in the bathroom right now or worst not that Rose wanted to think about the later.

All she knew is that one second she was dancing with Mal and the others and the next she suddenly couldn't see anyone. She felt like she had searched the entire club but couldn't find any of her friends.  Rose pushed her way through the crowd hoping to find someone at the bar hopefully (she knew there was a 50 percent chance Kelley would be there) only to be disappointed when she didn't find anyone.

Rose let out a sigh as she slips her phone out of her to text the girls but before she can even switch on the phone she feels someone sliding up to her. A bit too close for her liking. "Hey there". Rose looks up to see a man smiling at her. Rose had to hold back a wince as he looked her up and down with what could only he described as a predatory look. Rose could only give him a small smile before turning away slightly trying to text one of the girls. But obviously he didn't get the hint as he just leans closer into her, "You here alone?"

Letting out a sigh she turns back to him, "I'm sorry but I have to go". She pushes her way back to the entrance before leading the club. Rose starts to text Mal that she was leaving to go back to the hotel when she bumped into someone.

"Oof" she grunts as she stumbles backwards from the collision. But before she could fall arms wrap around her steading her. "Oh gosh I'm so sorry". Rose shakes it off, "It's fine. I wasn't looking where I was going".

But when Rose looked up she let out a small gasp

As blue met green it had felt like the world had stopped. It was like Rose had temporarily forgot how to breathe as she looked into the stunning green eyes that peered down at her. And they would have no doubt stayed like that if it weren't for the shout behind her.

Rose couldn't help the groan as she turned to see the same guy from the club had followed her out. He gives her a grin, "There you are!" Rose sighs before speaking bluntly, "Look I'm sorry but I'm not interested". The man didn't look a bit deterred though as he just shrugs with a smile, "You sure I can't change your mind?" Before Rose can even think about saying anything she feels someone wrap their arm around her waist, "I think she's okay". I look behind me to see the same person from before that I bumped into her.

The guy looked a little taken back before he shakes it off, "Well if you ever change your mind you know where to find me". He sends the soccer player one last wink because strolling back into the club. Rose scoffs before smiling at her saviour, "Thanks. I don't think he would have left me alone if you hadn't stepped in".

But the stranger just shyly rubs the back of her neck, "No worries. Consider it an apology for barging into your earlier". It was this time that Rose got a good look at her saviour. She was seemed to tower over her. Not as tall as Sam but still tall. She was wearing jeans paired with a tight muscle tee which showed off her biceps. But what drew Rose in was the soft green eyes. They were so gentle and caring.

Rose suddenly realised that she was staring and blushed brightly already feeling the heat pour off her face, "W-well uh t-thank you for the help. I'm sorry for bumping into you". She gives me a smile, "I-its no problem".

Rose bit her lip playing with her phone before smiling at her, "Uh well I better go". Rose was silently hoping she would say something to stop her from leaving but she only nods. The midfielder gives her one last smile before brushing past her. She couldn't deny that the simple contact sent shivers up her spine like a shock of electricity.

But Rose had only made it about 5 steps before she was called back. Rose had to bite her lip to try and stave off the smile before she turned back around. The girl was sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck, "Uh do you mind if I walk you back? Just so I know you get there safely". But she immediately starts to stutter, "Uh unless that's weird. Yeah that's weird I-I'm sorry. Feel free to tell me to get lost".

But the poor girl was cut off by Rose giggling, "Yeah I would like that". She grins as she falls into step with the soccer player as they start the trek back to the hotel. It's quiet for a moment before the girl speaks up again, "I never got your name?" The midfielder smiles up at her, "Rose". She starts to chuckle making Rose tilt her head at her, "What?" She shrugs, "Nothing just that my name is Daisy". Rose couldn't help but snort, "Seriously?" She nods, "Seriously".

After that the conversation just flowed. The two were able to talk about anything and everything. Rose talked about soccer and her love of dogs which sparked off Daisy talking about her job as a vet. She even showed Rose some pictures of the animals she helped even if Rose mainly focused on the dogs.

But sadly it seemed that their time was up as they came up to the hotel. They stopped at the entrance neither knowing what exactly to do and both hoping to find some way of making this run longer. "Well this is me" Rose says quietly. Daisy just rocks on the balls of her feet, "Yeah.."

Rose bites the inside of her cheek hoping that something anything would happen to prevent her from going inside just yet. Rose had never felt more connected to anyone like this. Sure she had met people that she thought could have been her soulmate but none that gave her butterflies like this. But part of her held back scared of yet another failed attempt which she couldn't help after years of false hope.

But before she could even think of anything to say it was Daisy who filled the silence, "I-I know we've only met but c-can I try something?" Rose just silently nods as she watches the girl nervously step towards her. The soccer players breathe hitches as the taller girl cupped her face in her hands. But she couldn't help but lean into the warmth of her hand. Daisy searched her eyes looking for any bit of hesitance or doubt but when she found none she started to lean in. Both of them slowly started to lean until their lips met in a sweet and gentle kiss.

The kiss was unlike anything the girls had ever felt before. It would have gone on longer if no doubt for the burn they both felt on their wrists' making them pull back. Rose smiles down at the D.C now tattooed on her wrist forever more before looking up at her soulmate, "You don't know how long I've been waiting for that". Daisy just chuckles as she pulls out her wallet, "I always carry this in my wallet. It always felt right, I just didn't really know why until now".

Rose scrunches her face until Daisy hands her a  pressed flower....a rose to be exact. Rose smiles brightly before leaning back up to press another kiss to her lips. And that was the start of the story of Rose and Daisy. And their blossom relationship.