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Five Hargreeves X reader Coffee and Sarcasm One shot!

Summary: Y/n works at Griddy's Coffee House to make money for school. It's not the best but it's not the worst. But everything gets more interesting when a certain customercomes in her life changes in best way.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x reader

WC: 1.8k

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AN/ Hey Ya'll so... I hated the ending of TUA if you liked I'm happy you did but to me, it was the worst way to end such an amazing beloved show. I know it works logically with how the show is set up but it's just so dessperseing to think they never existed. And there was a lot more that was wrong with this season. But one of the biggest to me is LILA AND FIVE like WTF. I hate the excuse of oh Five needs a love interest, like no he does not his love story was always getting back to his family and saving them, and for Lila oh how they destroyed two great characters in the last two episodes how she was just was willingly cheat on Digeo and not to mention their kids!? So this is my take on Five and Having a Love Interest. I hope you enjoy it.

My life wasn’t perfect but good, I didn’t have adventures every day, and I could barely afford to go out of state to see my family every year. Like I said not perfect but good. I worked in a little coffee/doughnut shop named Griddy’s my boss was so sweet that she let me do my schooling on the side and would let me take the extra tips from the pool knowing that I didn’t have all the money when going to school.

“Ugh I can’t do it that guy is a total asshole, Y/n can you take him.” My coworker Becky asked me with pleading eyes. I looked up from my textbook. “He’s really that bad?” She huffs and puffs. “Well no he’s just so arrogant and sarcastic.” I looked back down at my book knowing I had to finish this section. “I would but I have to finish this-”

“You can take my tips from tonight.” That shuts me right up. “Did he already order any doughnuts?” I tied my apron back over my pink polyester uniform quickly. Becky was just able to give that up because she only had this job because she was rich and her parents forced her to get this job to teach her responsibilities even though they still paid for everything she was lucky. She gets a smirk on her face and a hand on her hip. “That’s what I thought, and no.” Correction she was a lucky bitch.

I walked out to this apparently horrible guy and surprisingly he was around my age and wearing a suit, interesting. “Hi I’m Y/n welcome to Griddy’s coffee what can I get you.” he puts down the newspaper and he was one of the cutest assholes I have ever seen. “Coffee black, and try not to burn which I know can be really hard but I need my fix so try okay?” And there is the arrogant and sarcastic part.

The guy had become almost a regular and came in every night at two am on the dot and in the same suit. He looked about twenty-one but around fifty years old in his eyes. This time he came to the bar. “Ahh so we are venturing out to the bar instead of our corner booth today are we?” I asked him teasing him as he sat down. He gave me his usual roll of his eyes and groan. “Y/n just the usual okay?” I wrote it down even though I had it memorized. A black coffee and one glazed doughnut. “Aye aye, captain.”

I got started on his coffee while he was going through some type of file. I put it in front of him and see what he’s going through. “You are in the CIA, no offense but wouldn’t you be like a kindergartener at our age to them?” He looks up at me a little caught off guard. “I tested very high in ninth grade.” That sounds very real. “Okay, then I should be in the same place I was the highest tester in every grade in eighth grade.” He gets a puzzled look. “Really?” 

“What’s that supposed to mean,” I questioned in defense with my hands on my hips. He realizes what he insinuated by accident. “Not that you are dumb I know you are very smart.” I now think he was just trying to save his ass from hot coffee being poured on him. “How?” He glances down at my textbooks. “You’re studying to be a lawyer a public self-defense one at that so that’s how I know. And even if you weren’t you are working every day for the future which I would know is important. I’m… sorry if I made you think otherwise.” I accepted his apology but he wasn’t off the hook yet. “Tell me your name then.” He was baffled. “What?”

“Yeah if I’m going to be serving you coffee for the perceivable future and you are truly sorry I would like your name.” “I can’t do that I’m a CIA agent.” I picked up his cup and canceled the doughnut. “Ok well have a nice life, sir.” I step away and head back to the back doors. I can hear him sigh and mumble something under his breath. “I can’t believe I’m doing this it’s five.” I turn back with a smug smile. I put the coffee back and lean down to him.

“What was that I couldn’t hear you?” He rolls his eyes and answers me. “It’s five.” “Five as in the number?” Five I guess, huffs. “No Five as in the letter, yes the number.” I go back to my standing pose. “Hey Five you just apologized for being an Ahole so watch it, and I like it ‘Five’. ” I said as I put my hands up like it was a headline. “Yeah yeah whatever.” He jokily waved me off. “So what else can I get you Five.” Oh, I was so going to use his name as much as possible.

Five and I had been having fun being sarcastic Aholes to each other but we knew not to push the limits. This night I was very stressed because I had a major test the next day and just couldn’t obtain the information. Five walks in on the dot with his usual snarky attitude. “Hey, waitress I can’t wait forever.” Of course, he was kidding, and had only been thirty seconds since he walked in. “Not in the mood Five,” I said without looking away from my textbook.

“Oh come on you know I can’t function without the best coffee in the world.” I gave him a side eye wanting to blow him off but when I looked in his deep brown eyes I couldn’t say no. “Fine, just so you dont act like a cranky old man again.” I go over to pour it when he looks at my textbook. “You have a test tomorrow?” I sigh and walk over shuffling a little.

“Yes, I do, that I’m totally going bomb that it’s not even funny.” He’s confused. “Why, you are one of the best students in that class.” He stated so straightforwardly with no question. It felt… good when he did it was different than when my friends or parents said the same thing. “For some reason, I can’t get any of the practice questions right.” I pointed at the sheet of questions. “I’ll help you study.” 

I was a little shocked I mean we were friendly but I didn’t know we were friends. “Five I can’t ask you to do that I’m sure you have an important CIA thing to do tomorrow or whatever.” He chuckles at my little jab. “You didn’t ask I’m offering, so better fill up that pot and sit down because you are going to pass this test.” I sit down across from him. “Thank you Five.” 

“Yeah yeah don’t say I never did anything for you.” 

I had the coffee fresh pot made and an extra glazed doughnut laid out when Five walked in. “What’s this- Whoa!” I threw my hands around him hugging him. “Thank you thank you thank you!” He seems unsure but then hugs me back. “I’m assuming that it went well.” I lean back with my arms still around him.

“Top of the class thanks to you!” For the first time, he gives me a genuine smile. “Good.” I then notice the tension between us I awkwardly let go and try to change the tension. “Um, I have everything ready for you. I got to go to do something I’ll be back.” I quickly scurry back to the doors I think about that moment and how it shifted how I saw him. Fuck I think I like Five.

It had been a couple of months after that moment and that I think I like Five has now changed into I know I like Five. So how the hell was I managing this crush good question, I wasn’t. Every time I looked at him my stomach did flips and would not stop. 

One day I was whipping down a table when a guy walked in and sat down at the bar. “Hi there what can getcha you.” He looks around like he was seeing something nostalgic. “Wow, it looks just like the other one.” He muttered. “What was that?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing I’ll talk a vanilla latte and chocolate eclair.” He then looks at the nametag. “Wait are you Y/n?” I look down I mean I think I am. “Right silly question my brother talks about you all the time. You know five.” Five? These two are brothers? “Five is your brother? And he talks about me?” 

“Right that does sound a little silly with how young he looks- I mean is, we are all adopted and my name is Viktor.” He holds out his hand and we shake. “Well, that makes more sense now.” I laugh. “Yeah he talks about how you want to public defense lawyer and how happy you make him so I wanted to thank you it’s been a while since he’s had a good friend.” Right friend what else would we be. “Of course but he can be a…” He finishes my sentence. “An asshole.” “Yes.” We both laughed.

Before I realized it had been six months since I first met Five and it was also Christmas the dinner was being decorated with a disgusting amount of Santas and jingle bells but I liked it reminded me of home. Five walks in an hour late. “Five you are late is your old mind finally catching up to you,” I smirked. “Ha ha, no I had to do something.” I was turned and there was a present on the counter. “Aww Five are you going soft on me.” “Just open it before the sun rises.”

I pull back the paper and there is a jewelry box. I opened it and there was a handmade bracelet. “Uh, I can take it back If-” He reaches for it. “No no, I love it thank you.” I go around the counter to hug him. This time tighter than last to show him I truly loved it. We let go slowly and he puts his hand on my cheek and we lean in. The kiss was slow but still passionate his lips a little chapped but still soft somehow. We let go and put our heads against each other giggling. I looked up and there was mistletoe. “Well, Five we just turned into a Hallmark cliche.” 

“I’m fine with that I’m just sad I didn’t do it sooner.” “Oh really, how long.”

“After I helped you study and you hugged me, Y/n I like you It’s just I’ve really never had a healthy relationship before to be honest I’m a little scared.” 

“Well it’s the same for me Five but we will figure this out together.” “Can I kiss you again?” I grip him by the tie and pull him down into another kiss. And I can’t help but think all this happened because of coffee and sarcasm.

To me, that's how you do a romance. Hope you guys enjoyed it.

[perfectlyoongi]

DAD!JIMIN who takes your child to meet the ducklings in the lake near your house. the path to the lake was decorated with the most beautiful greens in nature and, on them, Jimin played with your kid amidst running and laughter, guiding them to a small oasis only known to you and Jimin. the spring air gently invited your child to approach the calm waters of the lake, their tiny hand always clinging to Jimin's sweater as your kid, very curiously, looked at the small yellow and brown dots in the water. with bright eyes and an open mouth, your child marveled at the ducklings and all the dances they did behind their mother, encouraging your child to dance with Jimin too. “these ducklings are your friends and they really want to play with you. just be careful because they are still very little, just like you.”

DAD!JIMIN who says the stars are waiting for your child every night when they don't want to sleep. when the games were more fun or the conversations were more fantastic, it was normal for your child to refuse to lie down, always wanting to enjoy all the time with you and Jimin. as such, Jimin thought of a small and tender solution to this problem that always created intense sparkles of hope and happiness in your kid's small, sweet eyes. “the stars are waiting for you to go to sleep so they can tell you the oldest stories they have ever seen. and who knows, maybe they’ll take you on their next adventure.”

DAD!JIMIN who ordered mud salads and stone juices on the hottest summer days. it was normal that on days when the sun was more intense and all the heat of the day accumulated in one spot, Jimin just wanted to cool off — going to visit your child's restaurant seemed the only plausible solution. listening carefully to the chief's recommendations and always questioning the various ingredients used, Jimin seriously considered his order, wanting to make sure that all the balls of play dough would be well spent on his late lunch. “i’ll have a grass and water salad and a white stone lemonade. and i also want a mud and petal salad to take to your dami.”

DAD!JIMIN who renovated a room in your house to store all of your child's legos. you had an extra room since you moved into that house and, after debating the various possibilities that could fill that room, when your child was old enough, Jimin used that room to display all the various legos made by him and your kid. various plants and houses, castles and ships, a whole colorful diversity filled endless shelves, making that room your child's favorite, as in each lego placed there lay a happy and comforting memory. “i think we’re going to need more shelves, love. you have a lot of legos on the floor and you could get hurt. do you want to choose the wood for the room?”

DAD!JIMIN who takes your child to sound checks before the show just to play with them on stage. when the microphones were tested and the band finished rehearsing, Jimin would take off his child's soundproof headphones and place them in the middle of the stage while he watched them. there were moments when the technical team played with the lights and invited your child to run like a butterfly across the stage; other times, Jimin would offer his microphone to them, encouraging them to sing Jimin's songs, performing extremely dramatic duets for the whole team to enjoy; and there were other moments when Jimin and your child played tag among the various people who hadn't yet finished their work — all adventures making your kid's laughter echo loudly throughout the venue. “one day you will be a star, pumpkin. one day you will conquer all the stars!”

DAD!JIMIN who encourages your child to live their feelings. whether it was fear or pain, joy or longing, Jimin always made a point of sitting with your child and guide them through the complex paths of emotions; always showing that they should never be afraid or ashamed to feel, Jimin made it his personal mission to make your child stronger, telling them that all the emotions they felt were human and that was what made them beautiful. “never be afraid to show who you are. it’s our emotions that make us real and you have every right to live and feel them.”

DAD!JIMIN who offers as many roses as your child’s age and keeps all the dried petals in a jar to give to them when they turn 18. Jimin didn't put much thought into what color to buy the rose, he just knew he needed one. or two. or three. or even four. the truth is that Jimin offered roses to your child every year, matching the number of flowers to your kid's age, ending up creating a small dry garden in your garage. when eighteen years of life arrived, Jimin appeared with a large vase, the glass showing all the various dried petals that used to make beautiful and vivid roses. and it was in these petals consumed by time that Jimin had placed all his love. “not all the petals that are here constitute the number of days that i loved you. but every petal holds with them a unique memory of my love for you.”

[chrollosbm]

Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Four

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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You only heard from Choso twice since you bumped into him at the cafe. Once last night to confirm your date, and once a few hours ago to get your address. 

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were incredibly excited to go on this date. Not just because you had never been to a carnival before, but also because you were going on with Choso. The mysterious, sexy, and as you just found out, bossy man from the club. There was something about him that intrigued you, and it wasn’t just the way he looked. The way he carried himself in such high regard, his cockiness, and his dominating aura were all just so sexy. You weren’t the type to ever listen to anyone, let alone a man, but if his commanding spirit wanted to control you, you would have zero problems with it. You felt possessed, as if someone different had come into your body and was making you want to obey this man. 

Ever since his surprise appearance at your favorite coffee shop, you had been thinking about how bad you felt for basically ghosting Choso. You didn’t go out of your way to contact him after that night at the club, too focused on healing your heartbreak to care. It sounds bad, but it was the truth. You spent about another week, sulking, crying, screaming even. At some point during that week while you were waiting on a text from Suguru that never came, you mustered the courage to block his number and all of his social media. Tears dropped onto your phone nonstop as you did so, but you did it. You also promised yourself you wouldn’t reach out to him this time, knowing that no good would come from it and so far, you were keeping your promise.

You were so damn proud of yourself. 

The next couple weeks you were flipping from crying yourself to sleep every night and having extreme anger outbursts. Said outbursts included screaming yourself raw into a pillow, burning photos of you and Suguru, and calling Andrea on a rampage (in which she spent thirty minutes trying to calm you down.) You were doing this healing thing pretty well, and although a few weeks before the thought of even speaking to a man repulsed you, Choso was slowly becoming the only exception to that rule. 

It was currently six pm and you decided it was time to get ready. You had gotten back home from work about thirty minutes ago and were too excited to just sit still and wait for eight o'clock to come, so you decided to give yourself some extra time to get ready for your date with Choso.

After a quick shower that involved exfoliating and shaving everywhere (it was only the first date, but you never know,) you moisturized your body, and put on a silk robe to get ready. It was kind of chilly tonight, so you could wear a little more face makeup today. You didn’t go too heavy, but it looked like you actually tried. Your hair was still in knotless braids, which you decided to keep down, letting it cascade down your back.

For your outfit, you were having trouble deciding between your abundance of sweaters and sweatshirts, but you ended up choosing a slightly oversized maroon sweater that complimented your skintone the best. You paired it with bootcut dark wash jeans, then decided to finish the outfit off with a pair of black Doc Martens. You put on a small gold necklace and gold hoop earrings to match.  

You gave yourself one final satisfied look in the mirror when you heard a knock on your front door. You checked the time and saw that it was 8 pm on the dot. Well, he’s very punctual, it seems.

You walked down the stairs, shoes in hand, trying to calm your breathing and the rapid beat of your heart. You were starting to feel guilty with how thrilled you were to go on a date with another man so soon. You felt ashamed considering it took you only just about a month to feel comfortable enough to start seeing someone again. Then again, your ex was seeing other people almost the entirety of your relationship, so there was nothing to be ashamed of, right? 

You opened the door and were very pleased at the sight. Choso was standing on your doorstep with yellow sunflowers in his hands, and a small smile playing on his lips, his birthmark dancing with the subtle movements of his face. You took in his appearance and sucked in a breath, astonished at the sight before you. He had on an oversized black sweatshirt, dark wash jeans, and black Doc Martens to match yours. His hair was in his signature buns, this time a little neater though, his small bangs still on display. There was a silver chain that was barely visible underneath his sweatshirt, and he was wearing an expensive watch with his usual diamond earrings in his ears. His dark eyes were on you, waiting, so dark that they were almost haunting.

He was fucking beautiful. 

“You got me flowers.” You finally let out, surprise in your voice. It was rare that you ever received flowers, let alone bought them for yourself. You liked them, but nobody nor yourself had ever gotten them in the past, considering you’d dated pretty shitty guys and you never went out of your way to get yourself any. The thought just never crossed your mind.

The smile remained on his face as he responded. “I got you flowers.” He stated back at you in confirmation. “And in your favorite color.” His eyes had a mischievous glint in them and you rolled your eyes.

“I guess you figured it out.” You grabbed the flowers from his hands gratefully, and stepped to the side, gesturing for him to come inside. He stepped inside with your permission and began to look around your apartment, an unreadable look in his eyes. You gave the flowers a small smell and smiled, looking back up at him.

“They’re beautiful, Choso. Thank you.” You said genuinely. They truly were beautiful, they seemed like they just bloomed today, so fragrant and delicate. “I’m going to put these in a vase really quick, then we can go, okay?” You asked and he gave you a small nod, still looking around in your apartment, making you nervous.

You hadn’t had many people inside your place: only Andrea, Suguru, and your siblings. It made you anxious knowing he was now in your personal space, getting a glimpse at who you really were. Your apartment was nothing crazy, small and cozy, consisting only of one bedroom and bathroom, a living room, and a tiny kitchen. The walls were a plain cream color, but it was decorated with photos of your friends and family (which consisted of only you and your sisters,) yellow paintings you had bought at a few local markets (a few which were actually sunflowers, weirdly enough,) and random trinkets you had gotten from traveling. Your place was clean and smelled like your favorite scented candle, so you weren't afraid he would think you lived in a pig’s sty, but it was still nerve-wracking to have his presence in your apartment. 

You quickly walked into your kitchen and scrambled to find a vase that you knew had to be in one of your kitchen cabinets, somewhere. When you finally found one, you placed the flowers in, and filled it with water with a nervous tap of your foot, Choso’s silence in the other room making you want to leave your apartment as soon as possible. You had nothing to hide, but who knows? You could’ve left a vibrator sitting out on your living room table and he could be sat there in horror, ready to run for the hills (doubtful, but your mind was convincing you of every worst case scenario.) 

The vase that seemed to be taking ages to fill with water finally reached the top and you walked to the living room with vigor to find Choso staring at the collage of photos you had on one of your walls. You mentally sighed in relief and placed the flowers down on the wooden end table next to your couch (with no vibrator in sight.) You stepped next to him and noticed him staring at the photo of you and your sisters a few years back, standing in front of the three of yours first home together. Your older sister had the keys to said home in her hand, as young as eighteen years old, with a huge smile on her face. Your younger sister was grinning just as wide and clinging onto an obviously annoyed you in the photo, with a scowl on your face. The picture showcased your differing personalities almost perfectly and it was your favorite photo of the three of you together.

“Are these your siblings?” He asked, still looking at the photos. He was pointing to said photo. “You guys look alike.” 

You and your siblings were put into foster care when you were only fourteen years old, with your sisters being twelve and sixteen. You were all dealt a horrible hand in life, with both of your parents being addicts. You and your sisters had been basically fending for yourselves for years, going to food banks to get food, and sometimes having to shoplift for basic necessities. Everything hit a turning point when a neighbor called Child Protective Services on your parents, realizing you and your younger sister had been home alone almost everyday for a month while your older sister was out, working shitty part time jobs, on top of going to school, to provide groceries for her younger siblings. Your parents went on long drug benders often, not caring even a little if their children had food, water, or even electricity. When you were put into foster care, you all remained there for two years, with your older sister gaining sole custody of you and your younger sister quickly, due to her hard work. She ran her own traveling hair business and continued working her part time jobs from the moment you were all put into foster care, knowing she had to provide for herself and two younger children.

Her hair business grew with the help of social media, and the day she turned eighteen, she had enough funds to apply for places to live, all while filing for custody at the same time. Everything seemed to fall into place soon after that, with the three of you being able to have your own space, shortly after she was approved. It was a great change, since you all had been moving from one foster home to the other, way too often. Thankfully, you were all able to stay together in said foster homes, as the three of you fought to stay together each time. 

Because your sister’s hair business grew, she was soon able to get her own shop. This also meant longer hours and more clients. A result of that meant you had to take care of your younger sister by yourself most of the time. She was old enough at the time to know how to take care of her basic needs, being fourteen years old, but you still had to be there to make her meals, help her with her homework, and drive her places she needed to be. This, sadly, prevented you from having a normal teenage life (if that were even possible, given the start.) It was okay though, all you wanted to do was make sure your younger sister was provided with a better childhood than when the three of you were living with two addicts who sadly succumbed to the life of hard narcotics. Your parents never tried to find the three of you, at least to your knowledge, and while it did depress you at times, you felt better off without them.

You snapped out of your thoughts and gave him a nod as he turned to look at you. “Yeah, that’s them.” You said softly, barely audible, still thinking about the shitty life you had to live when you were young. “It’s just the three of us. They’re my entire world.” You said, sincerity in your voice. 

You felt him staring a hole into the side of your head and heard him give a small “Hm.” You turned your head to him, eyes connecting with his, a glint of sadness in his eyes, although his face remained straight.

You noticed his change in expression and raised an eyebrow. “Hm,’ what?” You questioned.

“Nothing really.” He tilted his head, another unreadable expression in his eyes. “I’m pretty close with my brothers, as well.” His lips twitched, a smile almost forming, dark orbs still having a tint of gloom in them.

“Really?” You asked, surprised. You weren’t sure why, but he didn’t seem to be the family oriented type (then again, you knew close to nothing about him.) “How many do you have?” 

“I’m the oldest of four.” He answered. “It’s just the four of us as well, our parents left us when I was barely eighteen. Pretty much ghosted us.” His smile disappeared and you noticed his face began to harden slightly, his jaw clenching. 

You were shocked. Who would’ve thought the two of you would’ve had that in common?  To you, Choso was the sexy, quiet guy from the club, a mystery waiting to be solved. It felt weird to actually learn things about him, to understand how much depth he actually has. It was a tragedy that the both of you were abandoned by your parents at such a young age, having to fend for yourselves when you were supposed to be having a normal childhood. Choso was the oldest though, and you could only imagine what that must’ve been like for him. You watched your older sister work her ass off to provide for two children, so you can’t imagine what Choso had to do to provide for three.

It was your turn to give Choso a “hm,” as a response, and his face softened as he looked down at you. “You don’t get to ‘hm’ me. Tell me what you’re thinking.” He had a smirk on his face now, and his pools of darkness were staring deeply into your eyes, seeming to hypnotize you to answer him, which you did with no problem. 

You cleared your throat and your eyes remained on his, trying to act unphased by his intimidating presence. “Nothing really.” You mocked his previous answer and he rolled his eyes before you continued with a sad smile. “We just seem to have more in common than I thought.”

His car smelled like him: fresh laundry and a type of men’s cologne that you seemed to not get enough of. His vehicle was extremely clean on the inside, as well as the outside, and you were afraid your shoes would dirty up the carpet covered floor, even though you knew they were clean. It was a newer car, seeming to be extremely high tech and spacious. Before he pulled off, he turned on your seat warmer and had the passenger side of the car’s heat set to the perfect temperature, wanting to make sure you felt toasty before the two of you went on your journey. You didn’t fail to notice this and smiled to yourself, happy at the amount of attentiveness he was showing towards making sure you felt comfortable. 

The car ride to the carnival was filled with a comfortable silence as The Weeknd played in the background, and you were pleasantly surprised by his taste in music. You didn’t think he would have bad taste per say, but it seemed like he took every song from your playlist and decided to play on the ride there. Your music tastes were very similar and you found yourself giving him the occasional, “I love this song!” With a bop of your head, in which he would respond with a lingering look at you, a closed lip smile on his face.

The two of you pulled up to the very busy carnival and managed to find a parking space close to the entrance. You were granted with the sight of flickering lights, the smell of fried food, and the loud sounds of rides, screams of joy, and games. You felt like a kid again, this time being able to experience true childhood. You had to hold in a squeal as you looked out the passenger seat window, the lights reflecting too many different colors in your eyes and felt Choso park the car. 

You turned to him with childish glee in your eyes and a wide grin covering your face. “I’m so excited!” You exclaimed, no longer being able to hold your exhilaration. “I’ve never been to a carnival.” You said, truth in your words. Your parents barely provided funds for food, there was no way they would ever give you any money to have fun. As you got older, the thought of going to a fair never really crossed your mind, and it's not like Suguru was ever interested in activities like this.

Choso’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Never been to the carnival?” He repeated your words as a question and you shook your head, excitement still on your features. He looked at you with sadness covering his face, which he quickly fixed, thinking you wouldn’t notice. “Well, my precious sunflower, I’m gonna make sure you have the time of your life tonight, okay?” He said sweetly, his features softening, an adoring look in his eyes.

Your cheeks warmed and you nodded, unable to form words at his sudden mushiness and the nickname he had just called you. Sunflower? Cute. Different.

You watched as he stepped out of the car and waited for him to open your door patiently, just as he did before the two of you left your apartment. He opened it shortly after and extended his hand to help you get out, in which you obliged. His large and surprisingly soft hand enveloped over your much smaller one, fitting together like a puzzle piece. Before you could think, Choso was walking you towards the fair’s ticket booth, hand still in his. Goosebumps were all over your body at this point, as you prepared to let him lead the night.

Choso paid for a wristband for the two of you to ride unlimited fair rides and play as many games as your heart desired.

As the man at the ticket booth was putting the purple wristband on your arm, Choso let go of your hand and you had to hide your disappointment, not wanting to let go of him just yet.

As he finished, Choso suddenly had a big smile on his face, resembling yours from earlier. It was pretty scary, not because his grin was ugly, but because you had never seen an expression of such joy on his face before. His dark eyes were lit up by the differing colored lights and it looked like fireworks were going off in them. 

“I have to admit…I invited you to the fair for a bit of a selfish reason.” He looked down at you, tilting his head with a look of mischief on his face.

You squinted your eyes at him, trying to understand what he meant. “Huh?” You asked confused.

“I love games. It’s my biggest strength and I wanted to show off for you tonight.” He explained, still smiling and let out a small chuckle, with a shrug. “Now that I know this is your first time at the carnival, I’m going to win every single game here for you tonight.” He promised with a determined look in his eye and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“Choso…” You stared up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “You’re a fucking nerd.” You continued and started laughing the minute his eyes narrowed at you.

He rolled his eyes and waited for you to finish laughing at your own joke. “You say that now…” He folded his arms across his chest, biceps still flexing through his sweatshirt. You didn’t miss said flexing and he gave a small smirk when he noticed you checking him out. “but you’re gonna’ be going home with enough stuffed animals to fill a room tonight. Just watch.” He then placed a hand on your lower back, guiding you to the first game he planned to win, and you tried to not sweat as his warm touch through your sweatshirt was making you hot all over.

So, Choso wasn’t lying. He was winning every single fucking game at the fair. 

It started with the ring toss. Yeah, it was pretty impressive the way he was able to make the first three rings on the same colors with no problem. Your rings landed, but on completely different colors. That scored you a big fat zero and Choso a small teddy bear that you gladly accepted, although you were shocked at how easily he won the game. It was like he didn’t even try.

After that, it was skeeball. You weren’t too bad at this either, but Choso dusted you once again, winning yet another stuffed animal, this time bigger because of his high score. Again, you gladly accepted the prize, but he insisted on carrying it this time. Again, you were surprised at the way he continued to be victorious with no effort at all. You started to wonder if he spent all his free time just playing games all day. Not that that would be bad, it would just be a little astounding. Choso, dark, mysterious, and intimidating, in his house, playing all day. It was funny to imagine.

The two of you played more games, in which you continued to be mediocre at, but he was a pro at them. He was telling the truth about being a professional game player, he was breezing through everything like it was first grade math. 

At some point, the two of you had to place the prizes he won in his car, with him being unable to carry all of them at once, refusing to let you help him even though you practically begged him to let you assist him. You returned to the fair quickly after, Choso obviously excited to continue showing you his skills. He was so fucking adorable. 

 The two of you were currently playing darts and balloons and you were absolutely horrible at this, the darts not even landing on the board. They were somehow downwards sloping to the ground every time and you noticed Choso trying to stifle a snicker. 

“Let’s see you give it a try!” You pretty much shouted at him and folded your arms at him, waiting for him to make his move, with a sarcastic tap of your foot. You knew he would show you out, but you still had some hope he would be horrible at this too.

He laughed at your sore-loser behavior and picked up the three darts. “Watch and learn, pretty girl.” He gave you a smirk, playfulness in his deep voice, which caused you to stick your tongue out at him, playfully, trying to ignore the pitter patter of your heart at the compliment. He then turned his head towards the board, shortly throwing the first dart towards the board.

Pop.

“That’s one.” He said, still staring at the board with complete seriousness on his face, aiming his next dart. Your eyes narrowed, and you waited for him to continue, annoyed at your deduction being incorrect.

Pop.

“Balloon number two.” He was smirking this time and you scoffed at him, unbelievably. Cocky bastard. 

Pop.

“And that’s three…” He dragged out his words and turned towards you slowly, with an “I told you so,” look on his face. You sucked your teeth at his response, eyes still narrowed.

“You cheated!” You accused him and he let out a booming laugh, eyes squinting in the process.

“You can’t cheat at this game!” He exclaimed at you, defending himself while still laughing. “It’s about skill. I did tell you I was damn good.” He was smiling down at you now, cheerfulness in his globes of darkness, as you folded your arms with a playful pout on your face.

“Whatever,” you said to him, faking annoyance. “Aren’t you supposed to let me win, anyways? That’s the chivalrous thing to do!” He gave you an adoring look in response, coming closer to you. Your heart started to boom in your chest, quickly and skipping beats.

“It would be pretty impossible for you to beat me considering you scored absolutely zero points.” His large arms wrapped around your waist and you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. He was so close to you and he smelled so good, like laundry detergent and that cologne you couldn’t get enough of. You wanted to ask what he used just so you could buy it for yourself and spray it on yourself, wanting to be reminded of Choso.

You scoffed in disbelief, trying to cover up how flustered you actually were. “You are so damn cocky!” You pointed your finger in his chest playfully, looking up at him, neck hurting because of the height difference. 

“I have good reason to be.” He responded, with a twitch of his lip. Your eyes widened at his insinuation and he laughed again. 

“You are so expressive, you know that?” He pulled you closer and tilted his head down at you, his fingers caressing your lower back. “It’s adorable. Adds to your charm.” 

Your cheeks warmed at that. Charm? You weren’t very charming, you were actually a mess. Clumsy, loud, blunt, rude. Not charming. 

“Now, let me help you.” He snapped you out of your thoughts and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he placed his hands on your hips roughly, and turned you so you were facing the darts and balloons stand again. You gasped softly at his grip, somehow feeling crazy turned on by the sensation. Your back was against his hard chest and your ass was touching his groin. You knew your panties were moistening from this simple interaction, and your stomach was in knots as he leaned down to get close to your face from behind.

“It’s all about aim and force.” He said softly, close to your ear, giving you goosebumps and a small shiver. He kept one arm on your waist and grabbed a dart with the other, soon placing it in your hand and enveloping his large one on top of yours. His fingers softly made it so your hand was in a pinching motion and aimed for the target.  “Your aim could be great, but it won’t matter if you’re throwing with no strength. Got it?” He said reassuringly and you simply nodded, unable to speak.

“Alright then.” He said approvingly and you felt him nod curtly, still holding on to you tightly, making you feel both on edge and motivated at the same time. “Now throw it.” he commanded, with a force, and you obeyed him quickly with no questions asked. How could you, with the way you knew he was watching you, intimidation in his aura. You squinted, trying to focus on the target, then threw the dart towards the board with might.

Pop.

You gasped as the dart hit the balloon, popping it forcibly. You clapped your hands in excitement, a huge smile on your face, pride swelling your heart.

His face was still close to yours and you felt his grip on you tighten every so slightly. 

“Good girl.” He said softly, obvious seduction in his voice and your throat hitched at his sudden words of praise. At this point, you knew your underwear was a pool of your arousal. There was something about Choso's approval and praise that made you weak in the knees and you wanted so much more of it. Your heart was fluttering like a butterfly in your chest and you were afraid he could feel it against his chest from behind. 

He gave your waist a small squeeze and the side of your forehead a small kiss before he moved away from you, making you pout. His warm presence was gone too quickly and the side of your forehead was burning, aching for his lips again. You turned your head to him and watched as he gave you a closed lip smile.

“Now, try it yourself.” He nodded at you with great encouragement in his eyes.

Again, like a robot waiting on its command, you followed his instructions with zero questions.

Pop.

Pop.

You were actually jumping for joy now, unable to hide your excitement this time. You turned towards Choso, wanting his stamp of approval again, which he granted you with no problem. “Nice job, gorgeous.” He walked towards you, a smile on his lips and a fond look in his dark orbs. “I knew you could do it.” He finished sincerely. You cheesed back up at him, still giddy and bouncing like a true kid.

You ended up choosing a yellow, medium sized stuffed panda, which you insisted on calling “Choso Junior.” Choso didn’t mind, of course, finding it funny. You kept talking about it like a real human being, referring to it as “he” and “Choso Junior” instead of “it.”

“You wanna know why he’s called Choso Junior?” You looked up at Choso, still smiling as the two of you were currently walking towards a cotton candy stand. You briefly mentioned you hadn’t had cotton candy since you were as young as five, so Choso, of course, dragged you to the nearest food stall that sold said treat. 

“Actually, yes.” He responded, and looked down at you with an eyebrow raised. “I’m all for this being our first child together, but why is it named after me? The bear is your favorite color after all. It should be named after you.” The two of you reached your destination, a small line ahead of you.

You squinted your eyes at him. “First of all, he. Not it.” You commented on his refusal to treat your new son as a human being. He playfully rolled his eyes in response and waited for you to continue. 

“You’re right. He is my favorite color, but he looks more like you.” You explained and the confused look remained on the man before you. “His face is unamused and bored. And look! The dark patches around his eyes indicate how tired looking he is all the time. Just like his daddy.” You tilted your head up at him, a smirk on your face. 

His eyebrows raised at you and he began to laugh softly at your commitment to the bit. “Great observation.” He stated as the line moved forward and placed his hand on your back again, guiding you closer to the front of the line. “I’m not unamused all the time, though. I’m very delighted when I’m around you.” He said it so casually, yet it set you on fire. Every little thing he said was getting a reaction out of you and you couldn’t tell if you hated it or not. It was like he knew exactly what to say, all the time.

The two of you reached the front of the line and he ordered for the both of you, pink for you and blue for him. He led you both to a bench nearby and you set Choso Junior down next to you, propped up, sitting up straight. You noticed the look of amusement Choso gave you and you shot him back a glance of playful annoyance, eyes squinting in the process.

Choso wrapped his free arm around your shoulder as the two of you were eating your cotton candy in silence, people watching. 

You felt on top of the world. You were having the time of your life with Choso. You didn’t know you could have this much fun on a date. You were used to simple dinner daters, which were fine, but it was nice to do an activity with someone for a change. You were also surprised at how much fun Choso actually was. You didn’t think he was boring, but he gave off a vibe that he would be “too cool” to do something as child-like as going to the fair and playing endless games with you. Yeah, he wanted to show off playing said games, but you were also enjoying yourself. On top of it all, he kept his promise to you by winning enough stuffed animals to fill a room. You seriously didn’t know where you were going to put them all.

You suddenly felt his intense gaze on you and your assumption was correct as you looked up at him, being faced with his usual serious expression, this time with a look you couldn’t read in his eyes. He was pale in the  bright moonlight, his clear, flawless skin glowing. The small pieces that fell from his buns were blowing in the light breeze of the wind and his rich, dark brown, almost black eyes were soft on yours. He was so fucking beautiful.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He stated seriously, emphasis in his words, seeming to read your thoughts. Your cheeks warmed and you gave him a stunned look at his confession. Your cheeks were so hot you felt like they were going to burn off.

Before you could respond, he leaned down and placed his lips on yours, softly and carefully. All the noise of the carnival seemed to fade away slowly, and all you could focus on was Choso’s soft pillows on yours. You were shocked at his sudden kiss, but quickly responded by moving your lips on his full, plush like ones in an unhurried way. You placed a manicured hand on his chest softly, wanting to feel him in some way on your palms. He tasted like mint toothpaste and blue raspberry, the flavor of his cotton candy. His tongue caressed yours softly and the arm that rested behind you was now placed on your lower back, pushing you towards him closer. He pulled his lips away from you shortly after, though, which caused disappointment to cross your features. 

He noticed and gave you a small smile. “I know.” He responded to your dismay, a frustrated look in his eyes as well. “We are in public, though.” He looked around, smugly and you suddenly remembered where you were and you placed your hands on your cheeks to sooth the heat that began to rise again and gave you a loud, exaggerated groan.

He chuckled softly at your reaction and placed his pink, now swollen lips on your forehead, giving it a small smooch. “As much as I want to engulf you whole, it’ll have to wait.” He smirked at you, knowing he was working you up. 

You narrowed your eyes at him and gave him yet another overdramatic groan, covering your entire face this time, making him laugh again.

This was definitely the best date you had ever been on.

Chapter Five is Posted

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Demonstober Day 14 Fairy

A small imaginary being of human form that has magical powers, especially a female one.

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Stay away from mushrooms that grow in a circle. That's where fairies dance and if you step inside a fairy ring they can spirit you away.

Or at least that's what you've always been told. And that's what you've always heard. Then again you weren't very superstitious. Don't get you wrong. You never said that there wasn't no such thing as stuff like fairies, ghosts, and demons...

But you never said that there WAS such thing as them either.

You leaned more towards that they didn't exist though. Why? Well you never saw any ACTUAL proof of them existing. The supposed ghost that haunted your parents attic for years? Turns out it was a raccoon infestation. The supposed zombie that roamed the graveyard? A homeless man taking shelter in one of the mosoleums. Imps taking your grandmother's things? Turns out she just had memory problems and kept forgetting where she had put things.

Everything always had a logical  explanation in the end.

Which was why you honestly didn't think much about anything supernatural. Sure you still left offerings at the local shrine and prayed every so while if you needed a bit of luck but you weren't sure if you believed in them. A little extra luck never hurt anyone though. Maybe that's why you weren't so concerned when you went to go pick wild blackberries with your cousin. 

It was a perfect day. The sun was shining warmly in the summer air but all the shade of the trees made it cool. The walk to your favourite patch of wild blackberry bushes was only an hour long walk into the woods behind your house and the woods was beautiful. Lush greenery. Fresh air that smelt like wildflowers. Birds singing. And the sounds of your laughter as your cousin made you laugh by her jokes and stories. You both didn't have a care in the world as you both walked all the way there laughing with your baskets and then going on to start picking the berries from the bushes' branches. There was no problems. None at all. Not until your cousin had filled up her basket faster than you had and she had come to see what was taking you so long.

That's when she froze.

Her face paled like she saw a ghost. A terrified gasp left her throat making you jump and snap to her in surprise. Her basket fell to the ground with a thud toppling over and spilling the berries all over the ground. Before with a trembling hand she pointed to the ground at your feet.

"Look at where you're standing!," her frightened voice cried out loudly. 

You snapped down terrified and worried that you might've stepped on a snake or maybe a hill of fire ants or some other great danger! But you blinked as you saw nothing... Literally nothing but a few mushrooms. Red mushroom with white polka dots to be exact. You blinked and turned your head this way and that and just now noticed that you were standing in a circle of red mushrooms with white polka dots about a yard wide. Your cousin looked like she had seen death itself but you only blinked.

"Oh. It's just mushrooms."

"ARE YOU MAD?!" She shrieked like you were actually crazy. "YOU'RE STANDING IN A FAIRY RING!!"

You blinked as you again looked down.. before shrugging it off and turned back to finish filling your basket. "Oh is that all? Don't make such a big fuss over it."

"That's the fairies sacred dancing space! You're not supposed to stand in it!"

"Next you'll be telling me not to fish in the lake because I'll anger the mermaids."

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!! GET OUT OF THERE NOW!! YOU'LL MAKE THEM ANGRY!!"

"If the fae are angry with me standing in their circle I'm sure they're more than capable of telling me."

You almost rolled your eyes at your cousin's fearful ramblings as she babbled about waving her arms but you didn't and kept your tone polite. Continuing to pick at the berries and drop them into your ever filling basket. Honestly she was blowing things out of proportion. If the fairies were angry, considering if they existed at all, then they could tell you themselves if they were upset with you standing in their supposed circle.

"Actually I would appreciate it very much if you didn't stand there."

Your cousin shrieked out, her voice echoing over the trees as both yourself and her snapped around wide eyed and were surprised to find a third woman there. What the-..Where did she come from? The smaller woman stood there between a tree and a bush staring at you with pretty purple eyes and a small smile. Her clothes were almost big like flowing over her body. But the shining of a butterfly hair clip in her hair caught the light as her head tilted at you specifically. You both continued to stare at this new woman. It must've been a full minute before you realized that she was staring at your feet.

You looked down at your boots standing in the circle. Then back to the woman. Who still stood there staring at the ground.

"I'm..sorry? But who are you?" 

She took her time turning her gaze back to you before smiling wider. "I'm the one who planted the mushrooms you're standing in."

You blinked. Someone actually planted these way out here. With another shriek from your cousin in knowing horror, you winced as she turned and fled. Footsteps thudding against the ground as fast as she could go and brush cracking with her retreating form. You winced rubbing at you ear as you looked back up..But your cousin was gone. The only signs being there was the basket she dropped before. You just...stared at where she had been for a long time but the woman's gaze never left you. Eventually you did slowly look back to her.

The two of you staring at each other for another long moment.

"I'm..sorry about her. She's very..paranoid." You apologized on your cousin's behalf before staring at your feet...and taking a massive step back out of the ring of mushrooms. "And sorry for trespassing into your mushroom circle??" You tried apologizing. "I didn't know anyone lived out here." You raised a confused brow at the mushrooms again. "Or had a garden."

She gave a closed eye smile. "It's alright. You didn't damage any of them so I'll let you off with a warning this time."

"Um..Thank you??" You stared at her.. before holding up your basket making her blink. "Here. I know you can probably pick your own blackberries, but it's the least I can do for trespassing."

The woman tilted her head at the basket then at you before smiling wider. "That's very sweet of you but if you really want to make it up to me, then come dance."

Your brows rose higher as she nodded. "Dance?"

She walked forward until she was standing right in front of you, inside the circle of mushrooms, and held out a hand. "Yes. Dance. I'll even show you how and it's been so long since I had a partner. What do you say?"

You still stared bewildered. Dancing? Seriously? That was a strange request..but you did kinda feel bad about trespassing on her mushroom garden thing. So..one dance couldn't hurt if it made this woman feel better.

"Sure."

By the time your worried family members got there, you were no where in sight. The only signs being two knocked over baskets.

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Poetry

Chapter Two - It's a Date

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, dare I say slow burn? The type that tickles your heart.

Word Count: 2,661

A/N: Ya'll voted for a part 2 but I honestly would've probably made this a mini series regardless 😭. I love this story with my whole heart and I hope you do too. I decided that I'll be uploading the chapters for this series on Thursdays at 6pm EST. Anyway, Enjoy! Any and all feedback is appreciated!

Summary: That cute stranger that you met at your favorite bookstore cafe is anything but a stranger now.

Part One

✧Poetry Series Masterlist✧

✧Main Masterlist✧

(Reading part one before reading this is highly recommended)

“Six o’clock on the dot. We should start paying you for coming here.” Amanda, the cafe owner, joked as you walked through the doors of the small bookstore. 

“Yeah? I think I’d like that, I could use the extra money.” You smiled at her as you clutched a stack of books to your chest. “Oh, these are donations by the way. All brand new, my brother is cleaning out his office and business management isn’t exactly my cup of tea.”

You place the stack of books neatly on the counter in front of Amanda and she flashes you a genuine smile. “This is why you’re my favorite customer. Here, your next drink is on us.”

Amanda hands you a coupon that you gratefully accept. You’ve learned a long time ago that declining her offers is futile. “Oh and I think that someone is here for you.” 

She wiggles her eyebrows teasingly and you furrow yours. You turn around and a soft smile spreads across your face. Your eyes land on Hyunjin’s tall frame sitting cross legged at one of the free tables in the nearly empty cafe. An iced americano in one hand and a book in the other. 

“He’s been here for thirty minutes.” Amanda whispers over to you and your smile spreads wider. 

“Of course he’s early.” You shake your head, chuckling a bit. “Thanks for the coupon.” 

You wave your goodbye to Amanda and start to make your way over to Hyunjin who seems to be completely engrossed in his book. You steal a glance at the cover and raise your eyebrows at his current literary choice. 

“Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.” Your voice catches his attention causing him to sit up straighter as he takes you in with a smile. 

“You’ve read it?” He asks, referring to your quote as he places his bookmark and closes the novel. 

“I’m a bit of a Charlotte Brontë connoisseur.” You reply with a shrug. “I did my thesis on that novel for my senior year of college.”

“I’ll have to pick your brain about it once I’ve finished it.” 

You watch him as he stands and stretches a bit. You take a second to drink in his appearance, his orange and black crocodile print sweater and black slacks fitting his frame perfectly. You have no doubt that it’s expensive just like everything else that he’s worn during your Thursday evening meetings. Once he’s satisfied with his stretch he pushes in his chair and circles the table to stand in front of you. He holds a hand out to you and you slip your fingers over his slender ones. He brings your hand up to his mouth and kisses the back of it gently, a grin pulling at his lips. 

“You look lovely tonight.” He looks you over slowly, taking in the form fitting glory of your black pencil skirt and the contrast it has to your baggy maroon sweater tucked in just in the front. 

“You say that every Thursday.” You playfully roll your eyes and Hyunjin smiles, shaking his head in agreement. 

“Because you look stunning every Thursday. I can’t wait to see you on a Monday or a Tuesday.” You blush a bit, looking away from him in an attempt to hide your reaction. 

The two of you have been meeting at this bookstore cafe, Adore, for two weeks now, today being the third. You’ve found yourself planning your outfit for this day of the week as soon as you wake up on Friday. Each time that the two of you say goodbye you can’t help but to think about the next time that you’ll see him and all of the questions that you’ll ask him. Hyunjin was no different, he found himself thinking about you like a teenager who just asked their crush to prom. His roommates started teasing him for the extra work that he’d been putting into his appearance. Every Thursday he’d spend an extra thirty minutes in the bathroom making sure that his hair looked just right since you complement it every time you see him. He’d gone on for about an hour asking his roommate Felix for his opinion on different colognes even though he normally doesn’t bother to wear any. He even took on an earlier work schedule so he’d be available for your meetings. Anything to see you again. 

“Thank you.” You whisper and he nods in response. He grabs his bag from the back of his chair and packs his novel away before grabbing his drink. 

“Shall we browse?” You nod your head, lacing your fingers together behind your back before taking a step forward. It seems that you both had the same idea since the two of you bump into each other softly. You both chuckle lightly and Hyunjin moves his free hand to the small of your back to guide you in front of him. “Ladies first.” 

His words come out in such a whisper that you could barely hear him but that could also be due to your heart thumping in your ears as a chill runs over you. You shake your head trying to play off your reaction to the small physical contact but you can’t help it, his touch is electric. The two of you trail off into the poetry section and you know exactly what you’re looking for. 

“I take it that you have someone in mind?” Hyunjin asks with a curious glance as you browse the shelves. You nod, your gaze never leaving the organized spines lined up on the shelves. 

“There!” You reach forward quickly, plucking the book from the neat stack and holding it up to show Hyunjin. 

“Rupi Kaur, I can’t say that I’m familiar with her.” Your face twists in disapproval causing a small chuckle to fall from Hyunjins blushed lips. “Why don’t you introduce me to her work.” 

“ If you like R.H. Sin then you’ll love her.” You look down the aisle both ways to make sure that no one is around before kneeling down and sitting on the dark carpet. Hyunjin looks down at you with furrowed brows as you take off your bag and place it next to you. Once you’re settled you look up at him returning his confused expression. “Are you coming?”

You pat the carpeted floor next to you and Hyunjins confused stare quickly melts into a gentle look of admiration. He nods his head before joining you on the floor, sitting next to you with his back resting lightly on the book shelf. He glances over at you as you study the hardcover book in your hands, your fingers tracing over the embossed words. He takes in the steadiness of your breath and the way you hum ever so slightly when you notice a new detail on the cover. He doesn’t notice the grin that’s creeped across his lips until you look up at him, he looks away quickly as a blush creeps across his cheeks. You mimic his actions, blushing a bit yourself. A few seconds of quiet surround the two of you before Hyunjin breaks the barrier. 

“May I?” He asks, gesturing towards the hardcover in your hands. You let out a deep relieved sigh and nod at him. You hand the book over to him, the tips of your fingers brush lightly against his and you both still momentarily at the contact. You both had to have felt that shock run up your spines right? The two of you decide to shake it off quickly, concluding that it was merely a case of static electricity. Hyunjin looks down at the book in his hands, turning it over and taking in the words on the back cover. He clears his throat a bit before reading the text on the back.

“This is the recipe of life, said my mother as she held me in her arms as I wept…” You listen closely to each word that his voice carries. Sinking into your own little bubble, this time that the two of you reserved every Thursday served as a calming ground for the both of you. Nothing else mattered right now, the only thing that exists is the two of you and the poetry that you shared. 

“The sun and her flowers.” Hyunjin read the title as he flipped the book back over to its front. “I have to admit that I’m very interested.” 

He opens the book to its contents and reads off the name of each section. “ Wilting, Falling, Rooting, Rising, Blooming.”

You nod as you look over the grayed out page with him. “Which section do you think you belong in?”

Hyunjin looks over at you, a bit taken back by your question. Your large doe eyes stared back at his shining narrow ones patiently waiting for his response. “Uh, I don't really know.”

You nod, catching on to his hesitance. You look forward for a second, your eyes mindlessly scanning the spines of the books in front of you before you do what you wanted to do last Thursday. Slowly and carefully you lean your head to the side gently resting your temple on his shoulder. You feel him tense a bit at the sudden contact but he quickly relaxes into your touch even leaning over a bit to give you better access to his shoulder. 

“I think that right now I belong in falling.” You watch as Hyunjin silently flips through the pages before landing on the first page of the section you mentioned. He licks his lips before reading the poem. 

“I notice everything I do not have and decide it is beautiful.” He lets out a deep sigh that he wasn’t aware that he was holding before shaking his head. 

“I think that maybe I belong here too.” 

His fingers run over the picture placed under the poem, imitating pencil strokes as he studies it. You turn slightly to look up at him, studying his slow blinks as his brown orbs focus on the page. The gentle air escaping his nose tickles your lashes as he exhales but you don’t dare blink, too afraid that you’ll miss a moment of him. What is this that you’re feeling? 

“But I don’t think that I can say that everything that I don’t have is beautiful, not yet.” His eyes don’t leave the page as he continues to imitate the abstract strokes. “Well, there is one thing that I don’t have.” 

His words come out in a whisper and his gaze suddenly shifts over to you. His brown orbs are looking deep into yours. Your breathing picks up slightly as you will yourself not to look away.

“And it’s definitely beautiful.” His gaze is intense yet soft as he looks over your features. You notice that his eyes wander over your lips a bit longer than everything else before meeting your eyes again. “I guess I have to convince myself that I deserve beautiful things.” 

He lets out a light sigh and you can’t help but to bring your hand to lay on top of his. 

“You are more than worthy of beautiful things, Hyunjin.” He grins down at you gently before tearing his gaze away from yours. 

“Perhaps I am.” He whispers more to himself than to you. Suddenly he lets out a deeper sigh as he closes the book. “Have you eaten yet?”

You return his sigh as you lift your head from his shoulder. You can’t help but to wonder what he meant, why would he think that he doesn’t deserve to indulge in beauty? You shake the thoughts from your mind, not wanting to ruin your Thursday night with him. “I haven’t”

“Would you like something?”

“I can make something when I get back to my place, money is a bit tight for me right now.” 

“My treat.” He hums out simply as he studies the spine of the hardcover in his hands.

“I’m alright.” You chuckle and he looks over at you with a bit of concern drawn on his features.

“Really it’s no problem. I know that I pay every Thursday but it makes me happy that I can provide you with something as small as refreshments every week. It gives me peace of mind.” You blush a bit at his confession, so he does think about you as much as you think about him.

“Well if it means that much to you..” He smiles down at you with a nod.

“It does.” He shifts suddenly as he moves to stand. He holds his hand out to you and you take it, allowing him to help you up. “They make an amazing tomato caprese sandwich here.” 

“I’ll try it.” He nods at you happily before taking the lead out of the aisle. You follow closely behind him when suddenly you remember something. “Oh!”

You catch Hyunjin’s attention as you walk up a bit faster to stand beside him. You rummage through your bag until you find what you’re looking for.

“I have a coupon for a free drink!” You muse excitedly and Hyunjin can’t help but to laugh at your sudden elation. 

“Keep it, I appreciate it but I’ve got this.”

“Oh come on! Let me help.” You pout a bit as the two of you reach the register and Hyunjin puts in the order for the two of you, he’s already memorized your drink order so little discussion is needed. Once your order is placed and paid he turns to your pouting face with a warm smile.

“You know what? There is a way that you can help.” He slides his hands into the pockets of his slacks and you perk up a bit as you listen to him. 

“Anything.” You smile up at him, wide eyed and eager to be of use. 

“How about next Thursday we… meet outside of this place. Maybe I could take you on a date?” 

A deep blush creeps onto your swarthy cheeks as his question sinks in. Your lips pressed together in a thin line and you shift the position of your feet slightly. Hyunjin looks down at the dark tile nervously as he waits for you to say something, anything. His nerves began to creep up his spine, spewing doubt into his mind. Just as he was about to retract his offer and apologize you let out a breathy chuckle. 

“I’d really like that.” A toothy smile spreads across his face once he hears your response and you instantly wear one to match once you take in his reaction. 

“Uh, great! I’ll text you the details.” He takes his hand out of his pocket, offering his phone to you. “I can’t believe we haven’t exchanged numbers yet.” 

A shy chuckle escapes him as the two of you exchange phones and input your numbers.

“There you go.” You hand his phone back to him, your giddy smile still present on your red painted lips. 

“Alright, well um, I’ll text you everything you need to know once I plan it.” He says as he stares down at your contact for a second too long, he bites his lip slightly to try and hold back his smile. 

“It’s a date.” You both stand in front of each other smiling like enliven children at an ice cream parlor. “I’ll go grab us a table.” 

Hyunjin nods at you as you turn on your heels and make your way to your usual booth. He watches you as you walk away from him with awestruck eyes. He allows himself to smile now that you aren’t looking, his eyes turning into shining crescents as excitement builds inside of him. He glances down at your contact one last time before locking his phone and stuffing it back into his pocket, He glances over at you before turning to face the cafe counter and whispers to himself.

“It’s a date.”

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[whisperiin]

May I have hcs on Liv and Skk reader trying to teach Lucia how to cook?

I was reading Lucia Plume's Dancing Ripplet coating story event, where Lucia gave a reason why she's not a great cook. Like she has to scrounge up as much food as she can in her childhood, as little as food source is, so I imagine that she wouldn't have the opportunity to experiment with cooking or mixing with spices and such. So now that she's in a better position where it's possible, now she's got other people to rely on to teach her with cooking! ^^

THAT'S THE REASON????? i don't have plume and i think i was taking a break from the game at the time so i definitely missed that ... that's so......... cat screaming dot jpeg..........

this is such a cute request, and i hope i did it justice!! i think it's a little shorter than the rest of the stuff on this blog so far, but i hope you enjoy, anon ^w^

liv and the commandant teaching lucia how to cook

content warnings: none

➸ Any and all jokes about it aside, LIV thought it was really sweet of Lucia to come to her for help with her cooking, but she can't help but wonder if she's really the best teacher... And that, dear Commandant, is how you get involved: I would feel a lot more reassured if you could help me out, Commandant... But only if you're free, of course! Lucia also perks up a little when she sees you there too, clearing away any clutter from the kitchen before you begin. Regardless of whether you're any good at cooking or not, you'll definitely know if it tastes passable, right?

➸ It starts out with picking a recipe in the little cook book Liv brings along — something simple since you're just starting out, maybe soup or stew, or something else if you prefer? Liv clasps her hands together with a smile and says that maybe once you get the hang of things, Lucia, we can try other kinds of dishes!

➸ Dutifully, Liv lists out what ingredients you'll need while you help Lucia prepare them. Neither of them need much instruction for any slicing and cutting, but every so often Liv will give some other pieces of advice as you put everything together — It's a bit too salty, but that's fine, we can just do this... or, It feels like it's missing something... Maybe we should add some more of this? Lucia listens with rapt attention to anything you or Liv has to say; this is new territory to her, and your advice has her realising that maybe she's been a bit... overzealous in her previous cooking attempts.

➸ She's not dissuaded, though! When you have some downtime while waiting for the food to cook completely, she asks you and Liv for some extra advice. What does she do if it gets too dry? How would she know when it's finished? Once the timer you've set goes off, you help with putting everything onto plates and setting them onto the table (maybe if you're lucky, you'll happen to catch Lee?).

➸ Of course, your first taste is far from perfect, but considering her track record, it's a very good attempt. Lucia perks up as Liv echoes the sentiment — and if you're so inclined, maybe the two of you would want to help her again on the next day off? Her smile is bright as she suggests it: maybe sometime, she can treat everyone to a homecooked meal, too.

[ghostlychief]

Falling into Place

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x reader

wc: 1,600+

warnings: mentions and depictions of bruises from fighting; hurt/comfort; fluff

Summary: dancing with your big boyfie Ghost

AN: HELLO!! Ok, so i am a sucker for a slow dance scene, and i just had to write one with Ghost. This was inspired by @alienisticxo ‘s fic Before the Fever, and the last chapter was first of all, AMAZING, but secondly, it had a lovely dance scene between the Master Chief and oc (reader), and it inspired me to write a dance scene with Ghost. If you’re a fan of Halo or the Halo world/lore, I highly recommend checking out their fic!!

Also, I’ve decided that this is the Pockets of Peace couple, so do with that what you will lmao (but this doesn’t contribute to the main story line, just think of it as an extra drabble) You honestly could read it as a oneshot though, if you like. Ok, so yeah i think that’s about it and i hope you enjoy if you stumble across it.

-Lee <3

--

To say that this past week was brutal was an understatement. You were swamped at work in the beginning of the week with tasks, mainly completing an endless amount of workpapers, only to be thrown into a mission mid-week. Usually, you had more notice before you had to go on a mission, but every once in while, they would be sprung on you without warning. Definitely one of the downsides of the job.

If by some miraculous chance, you and Simon would get assigned to the same mission. This time, that wasn’t the case. Now, this mission wasn’t anything too serious nor dangerous, however, you did find yourself in countless hand-to-hand fights throughout, which left you with a series of bruises painting your body. The most noticeable, and unfortunately the worst ones, were found on your upper arm and shoulder, dotting your skin from your elbow to the beginning of your neck.

To the untrained eye, they look concerning -as in, “why aren’t you in a hospital right now?”- concerning. Nothing a little ice and TLC couldn’t fix. You were a seasoned professional after all, and part of the expertise that comes with the job is being able to mend your own wounds; you knew all the tricks.

The mission finished late Friday night, so when you were finally able to get back home, Simon was already asleep. Trying to be as quiet as you could, you took a shower and started icing your body, hoping that by tomorrow, the stains the bruises left wouldn’t be too gruesome.

You instantly felt the pain when you woke on Saturday, and you tried your hardest not to cry out. Luckily, Simon was on his morning jog, and you knew Saturday was his long route; he wouldn’t be back for a couple hours.

The events of the week seemed to have finally caught up with you. You were exhausted, sore, and heavily bruised. The bruises fully came to fruition, and they left a mess of red, green and purple hues, masking the true color of your skin beneath them.

A bath was needed, you decided. You drew yourself an elaborate bath, putting in all the bath salts and bombs you felt were necessary to help calm your nerves that sprouted from the week. You poured yourself a glass of wine, and put on a dewy face mask, the coolness of it felt amazing on your dry skin.

You don’t recall how long you soaked in the tub, all you know is that when you came out your fingers were as pruned as can be, and you didn’t feel your anxiety weighing down your chest, and you finally felt like you could breathe properly.

When you step out of the tub, you quickly dry off and do your lotion and skin care routine, taking extra caution around your injuries. You put on your favorite crop tank top, it’s sage green with a bow in the middle, and matching shorts. To cover your injuries, you slip on a darker, royal blue silk robe. You found this color always makes your complexion shine.

--

In the early evening, you find yourself sitting on the couch with Simon. It’s already dark out since it’s January, and there’s a steady rainfall outside, creating a calming atmosphere within your shared apartment.

Your legs are resting in his lap, and you both are reading, with soft sounds of music playing in the background, accompanying the raindrops. You’re still decked out in your pajamas and robe; Simon is in his signature black joggers and black t-shirt and you’re both snuggled under a warm, fleece blanket.

Suddenly, one of your favorite songs starts to play over the speakers; your ears perk and you close your book.

When you lift your legs from Simon’s lap, he glances over at you, but then proceeds to read his book. He feels you standing in front of him so he looks up from his book again, and there you are, just like he thought. Though, your hand is reaching out towards him, and you wear a sloppy smile on your face with your brows quirked.

“Wanna dance?”

Your question surprises him, and he just stares at you for a moment before responding, “Right now?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, and you shake your hand in front of him, “No. I meant when we go to my cousins wedding in March. Yes, right now.”

He actually rolls his eyes, but a shadow of a smile threatens to coat his lips and his warm hand engulfs yours as you drag him up from the couch. He’s now towering over you, and a familiar warmth spreads through your face, onto your cheeks. You never really grew used to the size difference between you and Simon.

“Do you even know how to dance?” He lets you lead him to the center of the living room, to give you both optimal space for dancing. His tone is curious, not at all mean or impatient, he was genuinely asking if you knew how to.

Shrugging you quip, “Not really, I was planning on just swaying, you know?”

He laughs at your indifference to the honed the skill that is dancing, and then he pulls you close to him, now taking the lead. One of his hands gently grasps your waist, and the other is still holding yours.

Smiling, he says, “Perfect, neither do I.”

You start dancing to the music, he’s leading you in a swift back and forth, side to side motion and to be honest, you guys aren’t doing too bad - for not really knowing how to waltz. Every one in awhile though, you accidentally step on his toes, but he pays no mind to it and just enjoys seeing you like this, content and happy in his arms.

Simon impresses you further when he spins you a few times, and you laugh each time you come crashing back into his chest on your return. While you guys were twirling around the room with little to no mind, the sleeve of your robe started to fall off your shoulder. It’s then, when your bruises start to show and you remember that Simon hasn’t seen them yet.

He knew about your mission and that you got in to a few fights, but this is the first time he’s seeing the aftermath it left on your body and he tries not to let his heart break too much at the sight. Regrettably, he can’t help it, and feels a pinch right in the center of his heart as he continues to look at your body, but he continues to lead you in your small dance around the living room.

Although the mood hasn’t turned somber, it certainly shifted into something more quiet, tender, and he slows down his movements.

The tenderness expands and is expressed explicitly when Simon leans down to kiss your shoulder where the bruises begins, he then trails his kisses down the expanse of your arm, and his lips trace over the bruises that have sprouted, and left a pattern of purple and red. As he’s kissing down your arm, you feel his hand that is still holding yours squeeze three times, a signal to you that he’s sorry this happened to you, and that he’s here for you now, to comfort you, protect you.

He leaves one last kiss on the top of your shoulder, then gently brings your robe back up to cover you.

When the song crests into its beautiful epiphany, you feel Simon’s eyes searching for yours. You glance up to find his already on you, intently studying your entire being. In that moment, you feel the same crest develop in your lower chest, making its way to your heart and you find it hard to express how you’re feeling in this delicate pocket of time you find yourself in with your lover.

The music continues to swell around you, seemingly sewing you shut into this small pocket of space you’ve both created, that just exists between the two of you. No one can find you hear, touch you, hear you. All that exists is what you and Simon have created in this moment.

He hums out an “I love you,” and you repeat it back.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lay your head on his chest. His head comes down to rest against yours, and every once in awhile, you feel a ghost of a kiss pressed to the crown of your head.

Now, both of his hands are holding your waist, as you both sway to the beat of the music.

You step on his toes again, and you lightly giggle out a sorry. You can’t see his small grin as he observes you because you’re looking down at your feet, trying your hardest not to step on him again.

His response to your apology is picking you up and placing you back down so that your feet are on top of his. It’s quite a silly position, but he continues to dance like this, swaying you back and forth, occasionally moving both of your legs with the movement of his feet.

It's a bit clumsy, but you love it. Even though you’re perched on top of Simon’s feet, he’s still astronomically taller than you, and you find yourself getting lost in him even more. Sounds of laughter fill your living room, occasionally drowning out the music.

You pick your head up from his chest to grin up at him, “We’re pretty good dancers, huh?”

He kisses your nose, “The best.”

--

Hope you enjoyed! <3

[attorneyologies]

Just finished reading a PLAY magazine article on the upcoming Switch port of the Apollo Justice Trilogy. In this article, producer Kenichi Hashimoto explains why AA5 and AA6 are not 100% voice-acted, in contrast to other modern games:

“[W]e prefer the flexibility of fine-tuning the script and animations right up until the end of development. … This isn’t possible when you have to record every line.”

Can you imagine having to record every single line of Ace Attorney? Shu Takumi said in his developer’s blog that the script for AA2 was 1,500 pages or six binders long. So just picture how many binders it would take to contain the script for AA5 or AA6 (including all the DLC’s). The cost for the voice actors alone would be astronomical. Not to mention the extra expense of translating the spoken dialogue worldwide.

And if you get a character’s voice wrong somehow? It’s catastrophic. Think of Klavier Gavin in the Themis Academy cutscene (a California surfer dude? With no German accent? Whyyy?!) It breaks the player’s immersion in the story.

Part of me wishes that the next AA instalment would be fully-voiced, and even motion-captured, like Baldur’s Gate 3. That would be amazing! But in the end, I prefer the stripped-down text-only dialogue, even in the newer games. The “dot-dot-dot” sound underneath each line is nostalgic. It maintains continuity from the original trilogy. And part of the fun of playing a visual novel is in imagining to yourself what everyone’s voices sound like. Personalizing your reading experience allows you to become more invested in the story and the characters.

Ace Attorney’s approach, staying text-based even in the modern gaming era, is a solid strategy. It keeps production costs down and keeps longtime fans like myself happy. If Capcom does release AA7 (and the PLAY article doesn’t rule that out!) I hope they keep this tradition going.

Sources:

Hetfield, Malindy. (2024, February). All rise for Apollo! PLAY, 1(36), 46-51.

Shu Takumi’s blog at CapcomUSA.com

[gojoslittlemonster]

Self Ship Summer Prompt 3: Outdoor Date/Activities

The sky was clearer than ever tonight. The grass was barely disturbed by the light breeze as Lunae and Satoru lay spread out and looking up toward the blue-black heaven dotted by an endless sea of stars.

"I wonder how many planets we can see right now," Lunae murmured, brown eyes fixated above her. Satoru turned his head to look over to his girlfriend.

"The fact that you're wondering about the planets is adorable and hilarious," he replied, before returning his own gaze back toward the sky. The sky seemed to go on, with no borders, yet they knew if they went further up, that's when they would touch outer space.

Lunae pouted a bit at Satoru's teasing quip before letting out a sigh. "Come on, even you probably wonder what's out there, Satoru," she murmured, keeping her eyes to the sky. The stargazing was her idea of an outdoor date anyway, since it was too warm to not be outside.

"It's probably aliens, you know."

"That's the last time I watch any sci-fi movie with you."

"Liar and you know it."

When Lunae laughed at that, Satoru couldn't stop the grin as he looked over to the brunette again. "Why do you like the night sky anyway, babe? Something to do with those fairytale stories you like?" he asked.

Lunae met his gaze before she turned onto her side, propping her hand against her arm. "Okay, don't laugh--" she began.

"--I promise nothing--" Satoru interjected.

"--You're such a dork. Anyway," Lunae continued, "I always had this fantasy of wanting to be able to be in the sky somehow. Like just floating up there, surrounded by stars." Her cheeks began to flush a sweetly pink. "It sounds so dumb, right?"

Satoru sat up, his eyes on his girlfriend. "Absolutely not. Do you want to?"

Lunae blinked. "I'm sorry--what?"

"Touch the stars. Do you want to, right now?"

"I--you know I'm afraid of heights, right?"

"Do you think I'll drop you?"

"Of course not."

"Good." Satoru grinned, grabbing his girlfriend's hand and tugging her to her feet as he stood up. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders as the other looped under her knees to ease her into a bridal-style carry. "You trust me, don't you, sweetheart?" he asked, grin still in place.

"Of course I trust you," Lunae answered, her arms wrapping loosely around his neck. Her stomach was in knots, though. "Shit, I'm still scared, though."

"Close your eyes," Satoru said, waiting until Lunae finished giving him a curious look at his words before complying. With her eyes shut, he activated his technique, teleporting upward to the sky in an instant. He waited a few beats, though, for dramatic effect (because why not?).

He leaned in close enough for his lips to brush the shell of her ear. "Okay, babe, open your eyes."

Lunae tensed a bit before slowly opening her eyes. Satoru watched every single second of her expression shifting from curiosity to a mixture of fear and shock at how high they really were (and Lunae's intensely cute habit of clinging to him when she got startled that way) to the unmistakable expression of pure awe.

Her brown eyes were wide, her cheeks flushing into a darker shade of pink at how far in the sky they were. "Holy shit, we're high up," she mumbled, her tone just as awed as her expression.

A laugh left Satoru, blue eyes sparkling in amusement behind his shades. "So? Better than your fantasy?" he asked.

"Way better," Lunae answered, braving stretching out her hand. The awe was still on her face, as if she could touch a star with just her fingertips if she tried. Satoru felt pride bubbling inside of him at seeing his girl attempting to conquer her fears and fulfilling a dream she had all at the same time.

"Takes stargazing to another level, doesn't it?"

"That's because you're too extra for your own good, you showoff."

Lunae's tone was full of far too much affection for Satoru to even feel remotely insulted by being called a showoff. Even he was aware of his tendency to do.

Right now, though, he could wear that title of being a showoff tonight if it meant he could put that smile on her face every single day.

[maletales]

Room Service ❗️18+❗️

Chris Evans x Ma!e Reader

❗️THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO GO EASY ON ME❗️

⚠️Warning⚠️: Contains Mature Content

❗️18+❗️only please.

Working as room service for the most prominent hotel company in Hollywood has some ups and downs. Like for instance, you get to see all your favorite movie stars, but you have to deal with those celebrities who are secretly douche-bags. You can get the gossip on their upcoming films, but are literally at their beck and call.

FF to present day, 8:30 pm

You arrive at work at 8:30 on the dot, per usual. Though working nights doesn’t bring many celebrities in, you don’t mind the quietness. All you have to do is wait at the front desk and answer the phone for room service.

RING RING RING…RING RING RING

You pick up the phone.

Y/N: “Thank you for calling room service, how may I assist you this evening?” You say in an enthusiastic tone.

Unknown: “Uh, yeah hi. Um- I’m just gonna need an extra pillow for room 601.” A vaguely familiar voice says.

Y/N: “No problem sir, that will be right up” you say, setting the phone back on the bace.

Y/N: “Why does he sound so familiar?” You ponder.

Grabbing the pillow from the supply closet, you head towards room 601. You arrive on the floor after taking the elevator, to realize it’s a single room floor.

Y/N: “Damn now I wanna know who this is” you think to yourself.

You walk to the door that reads a sign, saying 601.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Y/N: “ROOM SERVICE!” You yell.

Unknown: “COME IN”

You open the door and walk down a short hallway to the bedroom. You see that the door is ajar and continue to walk in.

Y/N: “I brought the pillow you ca-“ you stop mid sentence.

From your experience at working for this company, nothing has prepared you for what you see. That mysterious man on the other end of the line is no other than Chris Evans. But the surprising part wasn’t that it was the Chris Evans, it was that he was lying down on the bed and wasn’t wearing pants. All he had on was a small white t-shirt and a tight pear of red briefs, clearly outlining his enormous bulge.

Chris: “The pillow I called about” he finishes.

Y/N: “Um- the uh- yeah pillow!” you spit out, stuttering after every word.

Chris gets up from his place in bed and slowly walks towards you. You freeze in place, and can’t help but stare at the amazing figure ahead of you. The way his legs move, accentuating the bulge in his briefs. The way the t-shirt he wears doesn’t fit his enormous shoulders and arms. And his face, the way he says so much without speaking. He stops, leaving only little room between you and him. You still frozen can’t muster up anything to say, and just stand there. He grabs the pillow from your hand, and throws it on the bed.

Chris: “You know, it’s bad manners for me to let you leave without a tip”

Y/N: “I-“

Chris leans his face down, and begins to lock lips with yours. You feel his tongue touch yours while he kisses you, and you let out a moan. The warmth of his mouth making you want more. Chris begins to move backwards towards the bed with your lips still touching, and sits down. You pause and take your shirt and pants off, leaving you in your underwear. Chris begins to slide his briefs off, and you watch in awe to finally see his dick out of his shorts. The sheer size of it, measuring towards the 8 inch mark. The trail of hair leading to the beautiful piece of meat. He was perfect in every way. You lower yourself to the ground, and bend over Chris’s legs and begin to take it in. You start at the tip, licking your way around. Chris lays back and grips the cotton sheets of the bed tightly. You slowly begin to take more and more of his dick, as Chris lets out the most beautiful moans you have never heard before. After reaching down, you feel his pre cum drip down your throat, and taste the salty liquid. Chris moves his hands from the bed to your head, and starts moving you up and down like a kebab. He moans so loudly it makes you thankful you’re on a floor alone with him. Feeling his dick start to pulse, you deepthroat his cock until it reaches the back of your throat and hold it there.

Chris: “I’m- gonna- cu- ccu-“

Before he can even finish, he fills your throat with his hot semen and pulls out, where his dick continuously spews his cum everywhere in the room like an out of control water fountain. When he finally stops, he flips over on his stomach and arches his back. You slip your underwear off and hop on the bed.

Y/N: “This may tickle” you say to him.

Chris: “come in me. Just come inside already baby”

You spit on your finger tip and begin to shove it in Chris’s tight asshole.

Chris: “OOH” he moans. “More”

You stick a second finger in, making him practically scream. You adjust your dick and tease him by rubbing your dick around his hole.

Chris: “Put it in me” he begs you.

You comply, and proceed to jam your cock in his ass and thrust back and forth. Both of you moan, and you grip his back. You let your load go in his ass, filling him completely with your warm cum. You pull out. And lie on your back. Chris gets up, and stands over your body.

Chris: “Eat it” he commands.

You watch as his body gets lowered over you, and how his ass slowly makes it to your face. You grab his cheeks with your hands and open them up, where you rim him with your tongue. As you rim him, you feel Chris playing with your dick, making you stick your tongue through his ass, to where he moans uncontrollably. His wet ass makes you hornier than ever, making your dick more erect. Chris then moves his ass out of your face and rotates to sit on your dick. You see him get lower and lower until you feel yourself enter him. He then continuously bounces up and down making you loose it. You can’t help but to moan and continue to pump your semen into his ass. Grabbing on his muscles, Chris sits up and lifts your legs on his shoulders. He then slowly inserts his cock into your ass and thrusts you against the bed. Grabbing on to anything, you and Chris both moan until you feel him cum inside of your ass. He pulls out his soaked cock and lies on you, beginning to kiss you, when you both fall asleep.

FF to the next day, 9:10 am

You wake up to see Chris besides you with his dick still hanging out. You put some clothing on and head downstairs to pick up the continental breakfast. You load up your plate with chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and pastries from the kitchen and head back to his room. You wait for him to wake up and enjoy the plate of food together.

Working at this hotel has been your best experience throughout your life. Maybe it’s because of all the really rich and famous people you meet, or maybe it’s because when you have nights, you always get a call about room 601 needing another pillow.

[meduthenitediaries]

Megan - IV

Dear Diary,

You won’t believe it, but I have a new babysitter, and she’s someone I already met! I didn’t even remember at first, but we met last year at my great aunt Carol’s funeral.

It was raining that day, but not the heavy kind, just that soft, misty rain that makes everything wet without you really noticing. Everyone was really sad, but I didn’t know Aunt Carol, so it all felt odd to me. I got up and went to explore the graves nearby.

That’s when I saw her. A woman standing by a gravestone, wearing a pretty purple cape and holding a big black umbrella. The umbrella had these gold patterns on it, but they were hard to look at. Every time I tried to focus on one part, the rest of it seemed to blur. It was weird.

Anyway, it was Ava! But I didn’t know that back then. She was crying, and I felt like I should go talk to her. I asked if she was okay, and she said no, but that she would be one day. Then she started telling me about her husband, Hal, who died young. She really missed him! 🙁

She talked about the ranch they built together and how they worked so hard on it. While she talked, I kept thinking about those strange patterns on her umbrella. It was like they were moving or something and it made it hard to concentrate.

When she finished, she thanked me for listening, and I went back to my mom. I didn’t think much about her after that.

But now, a year later, she’s my babysitter! I didn’t recognize her right away, but on the second day, it hit me - she’s the woman from the graveyard! I asked her, and she just smiled and said, “Yes,” like she was waiting for me to remember.

I really like Ava. She’s different from any babysitter I’ve ever had. She’s fun, helps me with my homework, has great taste in clothes and her stories are the best. Like this one time, she and her husband Hal rescued a little duckling that was hurt and helped it get better. That is so cute!

But guess what? Something even bigger happened yesterday. We had just finished my homework when Ava said she wanted to talk to me. She told me she was really worried about my cough from Meduthenite. She doesn’t want it to get worse, like what happens to the people they talk about on the news. They say the crystals that grow inside people from the disease can get so big that it gets hard to breathe. They can even get so big that you choke! I don’t tell my mom this, but I’m afraid that might happen to me one day.

Then Ava said something crazy. She said she’s magical. She’s a faerie! She said if I go with her to the world where the fae live, she could help me find a cure. There are lots of ways she could help me. At first, I didn’t believe her, but a part of me really wanted to. So, to prove it, she touched the couch, and it started to change right in front of me! It turned from brown leather to soft, pink velvet! And before I could even react, it switched to polka dots, then back to brown leather! She did real magic!

She said that if I went with her to get cured, no one would even know I was gone. Ava would make a copy of me. She called it a changeling, and it would take my place for a little while. It would look and act just like me! She said making it was just to be extra careful, in case anyone came looking for her, it would be there. Ava said it might not even be necessary because it shouldn’t take too long to go to Sylvoriax and try out a few of the healing options. Plus, time works differently there. One day is like 3 or 4 Earth days. I don’t totally understand that part, but she said I shouldn’t worry, and to trust her. She promised I won’t even notice the difference.

Honestly, I didn’t know how to feel. A part of me still didn’t believe it. Like, this is all so strange! But come on, she changed the couch right in front of me! Still, it feels weird and hard to believe. I’m kinda scared, but I trust her, so I said I would go. If it means I might get better, I’m willing to take the chance.

We’re leaving tomorrow morning when Ava is supposed to take me to school. After my mom leaves, we’re going to make the changeling right away and then go. Ava wants as much time as possible, and we’re hoping I’ll be back before Mom gets home from work. To make the changeling, Ava said she needed two personal things from me: something old and something new. It was a tough choice, but she promised I’d get them back, so I gave her the amethyst my dad gave me for something old, and a blank page from you, my diary, for something new.

Then she said that to make it more real and give it life, she needed to take one of my memories. It should be something I wouldn’t miss because I’d forget it afterward. So, I told her a story about a time my mom, dad, and I went to a park. As I spoke, I felt the words escape and disappear, leaving my mouth. It was hard to keep the story intact in my mind as she pulled at it, taking the memory. The sensation is difficult to describe, and I hope to never experience it again. It left me feeling confused.

When she was ready to make the changeling, Ava told me to wait in another room. She said it’d be too starteling for me to see or interact with it, and I guess she’s right. It would be really weird. Still, a part of me kinda wanted to see it. But that’s okay.

While she was busy, I packed an overnight bag. Ava said I could bring my diary, so I’m definitely taking you. She didn’t say I couldn’t bring anything else, but she suggested we travel light since we’d be back soon anyway.

Once Ava was done, I took her hand and we left the house. As she stopped to lock the door, I felt the other me watching from my bedroom window. My heart skipped a beat, and I swallowed hard before taking a peak at it. Its eyes, unblinking and empty, like dark holes, were staring right at us. A shiver ran down my spine. She said it would be fine, but now I am unsure if I want to leave. I didn’t want to leave my copy with my mom.

I reminded myself that Mom and Ava are friends. They’ve talked a lot since they met on the ferry a few months ago. I’ve heard Mom laugh with her over the phone, and they send each other messages all the time. If Mom trusts her, then I should trust her.

Ava noticed us staring at each other and gently squeezed my hand, quickly guiding me away. Before I could ask about it, she said, "Don’t worry, it won’t look like that to your mom." She explained that I only see it that way because I have the real face. That’s how I think I understood it, anyway.

Her soft reassurance made me feel better.

As Ava walked us to an old park a few blocks from my house, she chatted excitedly about how happy she was to help me. The portal was a bush of honeysuckle that had overgrown around an old metal slide. Together, they made a portal that randomly opened and closed, leading to her home world! But she knew a spell to make it open on demand. I could tell she really cared about me. I kept thinking that she should also be concerned about her cough, too.

Love,

Meg

[sarah-sandwich]

for the tag game Put in the work 👀

Former nasa au my beloved <333

When I first thought this up, I thought Harley working at NASA would be the main setting of the story, but then I was like hE ShOuLD bE a sINgLe FaThER like this detail wouldn't disrupt the entire structure I had planned lmao

The first half goes back and forth between past (having his daughter, Hazel, working at NASA, meeting Spider-Man via twitter, etc.) and present (moving to NYC after getting laid off, trying to connect with teenage Hazel, and meeting Peter). Then the timeline syncs up and it's all in the present. Which worked out surprisingly well! I was worried about how to get in everything about Hazel and NASA without having to write another mammoth 100k+ story 😅

I'm SO CLOSE to finishing this. Most of the ending is already written, I just need to connect the scenes and clean them up. There are like... MAYBE 2 and a half scenes that still need to be written. MAYBE. It's mostly transitions.

Unfortunately my dumb brain is like,,,, close enough! Let's call it a day gentlemen.

Anyway, have an excerpt!

Ten Years Old

Frozen on the couch, Harley watches the television in horror as Spider-Man prances all over the launchpad and the rocket Harley spent the past several years painstakingly designing, constructing, and testing. He worked his ass off just to get his designs on the board.

His ideas. His rocket.

“I’ll kill him.”

“Don’t worry, daddy. Spidey’s gonna lock him up.”

Hazel is standing on the cushion beside him hopping from foot to foot, enraptured by the chase. He should make her leave the room in case something traumatizing happens, but he can’t look away, he can barely breathe as years of rigorous work teeter on the edge of destruction.

Spider-Man shoots a web onto one of the solid rocket boosters and Harley grits his teeth as he swings around and plants a foot in the face of some dude on a hoverboard wearing an obnoxious orange hazmat suit.

He looks like an Among Us character. Completely ridiculous. Not a threat. Certainly not worth risking his rocket.

“No, baby,” he says calmly, “I’m going to kill Spider-Man.”

“Dad!” Hazel whacks his shoulder. “He’s the good guy!”

“He’s going to ruin everything.”

Harley doesn’t care why a New York vigilante is in Florida. He doesn’t care what the bad guy’s beef is or what he was going to do. If Spider-Man ruins his shot at space, he’s dead.

Long years of sacrificing his time to study, work, and attend class, the extra hours he put in every night after putting Hazel to bed to ensure he’d be good enough to be put on the rocket crew as a fresh-faced college graduate, the stress born from teetering on the edge of poverty—if anything happens to that rocket, it’s all up in smoke. Time he’ll never get back. All that effort, wasted.

The moment Spider-Man swung onto the launchpad chasing hoverboard guy, the big wigs in charge called off the launch. Now it’s a matter of waiting to see if his rocket will survive the encounter. If his rocket survives unscathed, they can reschedule, but if it gets so much as dinged, NASA is going to want to do a full inspection to make sure it’s still in perfect condition, and if it falls…

Well, if it falls Harley is going to have to do something extremely unpleasant to New York’s favorite web spinner.

The camera zooms out as Spider-Man springs away from something hoverboard guy threw. The something, a tiny black dot, smacks into the fin of Harley’s rocket. Then it detonates in a ball of fire and a burst of thick black smoke.

Hazel screams. The rocket tips. His heart stalls in his chest.

Then he’s on his feet, hands in his hair, and Hazel is yelling and jumping up and down on the couch, yanking on his arm as the rocket tips and tips and falls…

…and Spider-Man catches it.

There is a moment, a suspension in time, where Spider-Man holds an 8.5 million pound rocket over his head. A moment where Harley’s heart and lungs cease and everything goes still. He loses awareness of Hazel’s nails clawing into his arm and her voice, shrill and vibrant, in his ear.

For a moment, there is only Spider-Man, the dark smoke billowing around his calves, and the rocket held over his head. Two RS-25 engines rest on the ground and the rest of the build towers over him, tiny as a bug below it, and he holds it.

Then the launch vehicle stage adapter breaks loose and the entire top half of the rocket cracks off and hits the ground with enough force to shake the camera. It cracks like an egg.

Harley buries his face in his hands and sinks into the couch with a miserable moan. The TV drones on while a small hand rubs comforting circles on his back, but he can’t watch anymore.

“He got him, daddy,” Hazel says less than a minute after Harley’s rocket shattered without ever getting the chance to fly. “Spidey caught the bad guy.”

Yippee.

[strangermoons]

The Beat Has Just Begun: chapter 5 extras

Happy birthday to this story! We've come a long way, baby. First fic I ever wrote that made it past the 5K mark, and only the second one I've finished.

I don't have anything research-related to say about this chapter so instead I'll ramble behind the cut about my general approach to the geography of Hawkins.

There is, to my knowledge, no official map of Hawkins. There are prop maps, but they differ from season to season. I found a reddit post that tried to place on-screen locations on a map based on various clues given in the show, and that generated a map unlike any of the prop maps I've found. What, then, is a literal-minded pedantic little nerd to do?

Well, I ended up taking the season 3 prop map that Hopper steals from the mayor's house in episode 4 (mostly because I found a nice scan of it early on when writing this story) and built my own version of Hawkins on top of it which I try to keep consistent. During my note-taking rewatch I made sure to note down every mentioned address and every legible street sign, and jotted down the name and approximate location of every business that appeared on-screen. I then reconciled this with the prop map, where possible.

I ran into issues pretty early on; for one thing, the route to Hopper's cabin goes from “take Denfield, then you’ll see a large oak tree. You’re gonna swing a right. That road is gonna dead-end. And it’s about a 5-minute walk from there.” in S2E9 to Hopper driving right up to the porch in S3E2. The Mayfield-Hargrove home mysteriously relocates from Old Cherry Road (S2E2) to 4819 Cherry Lane (S3E8). In S2E9 Hopper meets up with Sam Owens at a diner - or is it a bar? there are pool tables - called The Hideaway, but in S4E1 Eddie's extremely improbable* Corroded Coffin gigs are at a dive bar called The Hideout. Now, it's not impossible that two establishments in a small town would have such similar names, but it does seem a bit silly. If they're both supposed to be the same establishment it's kind of a sloppy mistake.

And then there are things like: Forest Hills trailer park is apparently seven miles away from the Wheelers' home on Maple Street. How big is Hawkins even supposed to be?

In the end I figured the most important thing was to have an internally consistent version of the town in my head that I could draw on when I'm writing, just so I don't end up making something a 10-minute walk in one scene and a 20-minute drive in another. I've tried to use street names from either the show or the prop map where possible, and supplemented by googling "Indiana native trees" and "Indiana historical figures" when necessary. When it comes to state-level geography I've plopped Hawkins more or less on top of Muncie because it's just easier to drop a pin in a real location and get google maps to spit out how long it would take to drive to Cincinnati, or whatever. Also, the S3 prop map has a little dot giving an approximate location in the state of Indiana that more or less lines up with where Muncie is and the throwaway WJRB 9 news report at the end of S4E9 where they say “the quaint town of Hawkins, 80 miles outside of Indianapolis.”

If this all seems like a lot of work: I don't know what to tell you. It feels necessary to my process? Like, you should see the spreadsheets. I have one that's just a list of all the tertiary characters that've appeared in my stories, with notes on whether they're canon (or canon-based) or full-on OCs, their approximate age, which stories they've appeared in, first or last names I've assigned canon characters that don't have them, relationships with other characters and any other relevant details. I have another one that's got a sheet with the timeline of TBHJB complete with which day of the week it is and notes on what happened when, and a separate sheet with a rough shift schedule for Family Video spanning several weeks. I honestly don't know that I could write anything at all without using these documents.

If you read this far: Wow, really? Thanks for reading 💀

*Corroded Coffin is a high school band, why on earth would they have a weekly standing gig? They don't even draw a crowd! The bar has zero incentive to let them keep playing!

[bittercape]

For your ask game— 6 and/or 10! I’m so intrigued by both, because a) OUTSIDER POV WOO is exactly how I’d title an outsider pov wip and b) okay but Tony?? And Deadpool?? Please connect these dots for me

I maintain the only sensible way to name wips is in a way that makes you remember what you were thinking when you started it. More of a problem when you have at least 20 wips at any given time, though. 

So. Outsider POV woo 5 is nearly finished, and is only waiting for me to finish woo 4 (aka 5. Voyeur Tim 2). WOO is windows of opportunity, which I started with part 3 back in November, as one does. 

A snippet:

The way Slade touches Jason is different from anything or anyone else. Dick has seen Slade doing a lot of things over the years. Slade's hands are fast and efficient, brutal and precise. He knows what he's doing at all times and does exactly what is needed, no more, no less. Whether that's gutting an opponent or drinking coffee. Slade touches Jason slowly, lingering, like he wants to savor every moment. Even if he's just handing him a cup of tea, his fingertips take an extra second to brush against Jason's skin.

Tony/Deadpool spawned in the winterhawk server. In of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them, Bucky talks Clint down from a panic attack by telling him a story about Tony and Deadpool. It's just a throwaway line, mentioned once, but someone latched onto that idea. I had completely forgotten about it by that point, but what can you do. Of course I have to write it, I’m easy like that. 

It’s a collection of loose thoughts at the moment, but the central premise is somewhere along the lines of Tony making things go bang, Wade being really happy about it, and then they kiss. A solid plot, in other words. 

[notalotgoingonatthisinstant]

Hi Karina, I love your writing. I wondered how do you go about deciding what to write? Like you recently posted the Easter section of your series. How did you know you were writing that next and what plot points you'd hit? Hope it's cool to ask about your creative process. :)

Hey, hi, hello, thank you so much 💜💜💜 It's absolutely cool to ask about my creative process. Here ya go, babes.

For the whole HRFH series, it comes around because of my headcanons. In a lot of fandoms I've been in, I naturally develop many headcanons, and for the most part I like to stick to what's possible in canon and rooted in that universe's world. This time, I wanted to justify to myself how on earth Simon would ever agree to join the monarchy to fulfill my hopeless romantic self, and thus the first story was born.

From then on, my mind worked overtime. It came up with headcanons for the littlest things, and I felt the need to have it written down by parts. When I wrote the pre-wedding one, my mind already knew how some of the proposal would pan out, even if I only posted the proposal over a year later (checked the dates for this and omfg wtf do u mean a year). It all fits together because my mind likes to have one Main True Headcanon™ to fixate on.

I was not planning on an Easter proposal though hahahaha. My mind just decided that they would be engaged for fourteen months and would get married in the royal wedding date in June, so yeah, the math points to an engagement in April, but I didn't connect the dots until I sat down to write it and was like - what if... omg what if it's literally over Easter? And omfgggg Easter is about resurrection and rebirth and shit and that's kind of so meaningful for this, holy shit???? I started it in January, with no intention of waiting till Easter, but then my thesis happened and I only finished it in March, so I decided to make it *extra* and wait till April. The funny thing is that the baby fic I mentioned has been half-written since I wrote the wedding, because my mind has the headcanons down in stone and I just have to make them work in real life.

I have a few scattered one-shots in the YR universe that are scenes that wouldn't leave my head when I watched/rewatched the show, and those are pretty much spur-of-the-moment fics without much preparation. The creative process is get this idea out of my head.

Lastly for this, in the YR universe, my beloved Simon gets injured fic (I literally get whiplash every time I see the stats on that, because holy fuck, but ANYWAY). This one got inspired by real life. I rarely ever weave my medical background into fics because it mostly feels forced, but I just had dozens of bruised brains around me at work when Wilmon invaded my thoughts and I found a way to make two of my passions coexist. It's not about one single case, but more like a few of my patients put together like puzzle pieces, with an extra dash of drama for the story's sake. I want to finish the sequel to get it out there because I feel like it touches on the subject of recovery from something like that - how a situation in a random moment can snowball into a condition that you'll likely have for the rest of your life. I see many people with post-traumatic epilepsy - many young ones, my age, younger than me - and their story deserves to be told. I might just borrow Simon for that.

[supergito]

Fusion Revived - CH 10 (The Power of Two)

➤ This story is actually complete (finished Sep 2021) over on my Ao3 already; I'm just publishing it here on tumblr too for archival purposes. I hope any and all curious readers enjoy if they haven't checked it out yet!

SUMMARY: Majin Buu has been destroyed, and the Earth has known peace for close to a year now. Life hasn't been too peaceful for the person responsible for saving the world and the entire universe however, but when an ordinary woman meets him one day, things start to change.

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

Those were the longest four months she’s ever had to deal with.

There wasn’t a specific date when the dragon balls would re-activate, and the vagueness of it frustrated her further. She resumed her life, going to and from work while dabbling in some of her hobbies in the meantime, but the apprehension never went away. It clung to her, in the form of memories that kept flashing in her mind and molding her dreams. She swore his face was burned into her vision, even when she closed her eyes.

She missed Vegito, obviously. But this…even she recognized how she yearned for him. She’s never had anyone she considered a genuine friend before, and if this yearning is what most people experienced when they lost a friend, she genuinely debated if her recluse lifestyle was actually saving her from a lot of heartache.

There was something different about it though. As days turned to weeks, and weeks slowly turned into months, she examined the emotions she was experiencing. She even did some searches for advice on the internet, since she was largely clueless on the matter and had no one around she felt she could get answers from.

She liked Vegito, this was true. But the realization that she was infatuated with him, drew all the air from her lungs.

She had to have been crushing on him. There was nothing else that explained how much he was in her thoughts, and how much she desired for him to be by her side. What’s more, is that it also explained why she’s just started fantasizing about him with increasing frequency. The littlest things made her think about the Saiyan.

While she’s sitting down on her couch and watching TV, she imagined Vegito next to her. It was then that she realized she had no idea what his favorite shows or movies were. Or if he even liked watching TV to begin with.

When she was out on walks, she imagined him tagging along with her. She wondered what his favorite kind of plants were. What his favorite type of weather was.

When she sorted through her large dresser for something to wear, she thought about how much extra space she had with the drawers she didn’t use. She didn’t know how much clothing Vegito owned outside of his usual get up, but she imagined he filling in those spare drawers with it.

When she settled down for the night and went to bed, she imagined he slipping in next to her. She falling asleep in his arms. That particular daydream set her heart on fire, and made it quicken into a pace that made her have to sit down.

She wanted him back.

She needed him back.

So, she checked the dragon radar at least once every day, especially after the general four month period was supposed to be up. The scan continuously picked up nothing, leaving the screen blank and her apprehension to keep spiking.

One morning, during the week she had off from her job, she checked it again.

The scan went. There was a ping. Seven tiny dots appeared on the screen’s grid, encircling the outer edges.

She’s never ran to grab her phone faster than she did in that moment.

                                                                                                             ༻ ❁ ༺

“Goku should be over there in the blink of an eye. Literally.”

“Thanks Bulma.”

She was immensely thankful the scientist thought to exchange phone numbers. She would’ve called Goku, but she remembered that she didn’t know the number of his house phone, or if he even had a cell phone. Additionally, she and Chi Chi still haven’t interacted since that day. It was all too possible that she would’ve picked up the phone instead of Goku.

Calling Bulma to relay the message to him was the best decision. The woman didn’t mind it either, having seemed a little excited herself. How funny, that she was now looking forward to seeing someone she thought she hated.

As patiently as she could, she waited for Goku to appear. The dragon radar was held tightly in her hand, and she sporadically pushed its knob to zoom out to the nearest dragon ball’s location on its grid. She didn’t quite know how to read the radar, so she didn’t know the exact distance away the ball was from her location, but it was somewhere to the northeast. Internally, she prayed it didn’t somehow disappear.

The anxiety soon became too much for she to stay seated, so she begun to pace around her living room. Fortunately, that was right when she sensed the air around her change.

“_____!”

Goku’s eyes were sparkling, as he dropped his hand from his forehead. His grin was infectious. Over his shoulder, he carried a sizable bag.

“Ready to go find some dragon balls?”

“…About that…” Recalling her lack of abilities, her excitement was dampened. She should’ve brought this up to him much sooner.

“We’ll…have to travel around the world, right? I can’t fly or anything.”

And it would be very impractical for he to carry her. Even if she took her hover car, there was no way it would be fast enough to remotely keep up with him too. Not only that, the planet was large and there was only so much her human body could do in one day before fatigue made her stop. It would be for the best for she to stay behind, surely…

“Don’t worry! I have something you can use that’ll fix all of that. It’s fast enough to not lag behind either.” Goku giggled, and gestured for her to move.

“Let’s go! I’ll show you it outside.”

She had no idea what he was talking about, but if it was possible for she to join him in this quest, she’d gladly take it. Vegito deserved the effort, and then some.

The both of them went out the front door, and she made sure to lock it behind her. She turned back to Goku, who looked up at the sky and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“FLYING NIMBUS!”

He shouted at the top of his lungs, and his voice echoed into the air. Mystified, she observed with a tilted head. Flying Nimbus?

Nothing happened right away, and for a second, she silently questioned if Goku was messing with her. However, her ears picked up on a particular sound that steadily grew louder. Her stare moved upwards, and she witnessed something yellow zooming towards the both of them, leaving a trail in the sky.

The yellow thing zipped down and slowed to a stop in front of Goku. Now that it was still, she saw that it was…a cloud. It looked fluffy and cotton-like almost, though it emitted strange puttering sounds similar to the engine of a car.

“This here’s my Nimbus cloud!” Goku turned around to face her, smiling. “I can’t remember if Vegito told you about it, but it’s what I used to get around when I was a kid since I couldn’t fly. Master Roshi gave it to me.”

“He…didn’t mention it, I don’t think.” She also couldn’t remember if he did. It’s been so long since she’s seen him.

She started walking towards him, keen on getting a closer look at the ethereal cloud. “So, I can ride this? It’ll hold my weight?”

“Sure it will! I don’t think anyone can be too heavy for Nimbus. The only rule is that you have to be pure of heart though, otherwise you’ll fall through it.”

“Pure of heart?” This made her pause.

“…I’m not pure of heart.”

“What makes you say that?” Goku tilted his head, squinting. “You seem plenty pure to me.”

“I…” Self-consciousness reared its ugly head. She fiddled with her hands.

“I don’t know. I just thought I was too mean of a person to be pure.”

At an early age, she became far too tired of how foolish people on Earth as a whole could be, and it’s made her into the loner she was today. She’s mouthed off to and insulted many people for just looking at her in a way she didn’t like, or for saying something stupid to her, throughout the years. People who are pure of heart don’t do that, in her opinion.

“There’s a lot of things that make someone’s heart pure, I think. I don’t know how to explain it, but I do know that just being nice to other people isn’t enough or even required. You need to have a certain mindset…a certain understanding, of the world. Of life itself.”

This felt like a lesson of some sort. Goku himself appeared to fall into deep thought over his words, but his head eventually shook as he refocused on the matter at hand.

“I think you do, _____. You just give me that feeling.”

“… … …” She couldn’t find any appropriate words to say in response.

“Instead of talking about it, let’s see if Nimbus thinks you’re pure.” He stepped to the side.

“Try getting on it.”

She didn’t have any other options. Besides, though she was confident she’d slip right through the cloud and her ass would crash onto the ground, she still wanted to see it through anyway.

The woman walked to the cloud, but at a closer proximity now, she saw that it was levitating some feet off the ground. It was too high for her to climb up onto, but luckily, she wasn’t the only one who noticed that.

“Upsy-daisy!”

Goku’s hands grabbed her hips with a gentle force, and lifted her like she weighed less than air. The feeling of it, and the sight of his bright smile made embarrassment twist her features. The exposed skin of her legs first contacted Nimbus’ wisps, and she noted how feathery-soft it felt.

The Saiyan placed her on the center of the cloud, and released his grip. With bated breath, she sat still as a statue on it, feeling the slight warmth it emitted slowly pool into her body.

Seconds passed…

… … …

…And she didn’t feel herself move at all.

“I knew it!” Goku laughed, pumping his fists. “And you said you were ‘too mean’!”

She kept her head down, bewilderment making her speechless. She pressed her hands into Nimbus’ airy fluff, and the cloud felt as solid as a firm pillow. If she was going to fall through it, she would’ve done so by now.

Frankly, she didn’t know what to make of this. Should she be…happy? This was something to be happy about, right? At the end of the day, it shouldn’t matter if some magical cloud judged her morality, but…

“Now that you can ride Nimbus, there isn’t anywhere on Earth you can’t go!” The Saiyan affectionately pat the cloud.

“Where’s the nearest dragon ball? No time like the present to get started.”

Thankful for the distraction, she shrunk the radar’s map again so Goku could see it.

“Northeast…ok! Here, you can hold onto the bag. We’ll put the dragon balls in here as we collect them.” He draped it over her shoulders, then rose into the air.

“Hold on! How do I control this thing?” She adjusted the bag’s strap and looked down at the puttering cloud.

“With your mind. Just think about where you want Nimbus to go, and it’ll go. It’s real easy!” Goku grinned down at her.

“Ok…”

‘Up, Nimbus. To the northeast, follow Goku.’

She said the command mentally, and sure enough, it moved with no delay. Not expecting the sudden motion, she froze and buried her nails in the cloud’s exterior, seeing the ground quickly growing smaller. Immediately, she was brought back to the time when she first technically flew. Though, instead of on a cloud, she was in his arms…

“There you go! Just like that.” Goku praised.

His ki flared to life, and she witnessed the Saiyan jet off. Nimbus, heeding her earlier command, went after him at a similar speed. The lack of a warning and the wind battering her face made her hunker down more into the yellow mass, desperately not wanting to fall or faint from shock.

She did crack open an eye, and saw that Goku was just ahead of her. They both were moving through the sky, with the white clouds drifting about having become blurs. Despite the high speed Nimbus was flying at, there was a surprising lack of disturbance outside of the wind ruffling her hair and clothes. The cloud stayed level, unaffected by whatever turbulence it encountered.

Curious, she peeked over Nimbus’ edge, and resisted the urge to flinch away at the sight of the far away ground moving. She had to have been miles up in the air. Having never flown in a plane or any other flying vehicle, this was an entirely new experience. It was almost dream-like.

Feeling more calm, she directed her attention back to the radar. The symbol that indicated her current location was now moving, and the dot for the dragon ball they were going after was getting closer to it. They were heading in the right direction, and this further calmed her down.

She was content to sit back and enjoy the flight. Spacing out, she thought back to the time Vegito carried her into the sky so they could watch the sunrise.

Hindsight told her that it was an…awfully romantic moment. Did Vegito intend for it to be? She wanted to think not, but judging by how intent he was and how soft he acted with her after the fact…there had to be something there. Especially because something snapped for him, and he left her alone and cold that same morning. Later when she discovered him at Capsule Corp, he told her it was because he realized whatever existed between them was changing, and he wasn’t sure if he could continue to stay at arm’s length…

He initially didn’t want to grow close to her. That didn’t offend her, as other than tolerating his presence, she had the same sentiment in the beginning. It seemed both their minds changed, after that day.

Was…it fate? Or was it nothing, that become something? Who could say. But here she was now, doing all of this for him, so he could have that chance to live the life he wanted. Whether she could be included in that life or not, remained to be seen.

She could only hope that he truly did feel the same way.

“_____!” Having been in a reverie, she missed how Goku moved to where he was flying alongside Nimbus.

“How close are we now?”

On the radar, the dot was now almost on top of her cursor. She zoomed in to get a more accurate view.

“From the looks of it, we’re within a mile of it. I think it could be down there?”

She urged Nimbus to slow down, and pointed down to a valley they were approaching.

“Let’s go down and get a better look then!”

She followed Goku’s lead. The valley was exceptionally beautiful, composed of a lush green field parted by a river with many mountains looming about. If only she brought a camera.

They slowed down to better follow the radar’s map. It begun beeping at a rapid pace when they neared a group of trees, signaling that they were virtually within feet of the dragon ball. She narrowed her eyes and scanned the scenery, though she didn’t see an orange orb anywhere.

Goku thought to search the treetops, and it proved to be the correct decision.

“Found it!” He hovered down to the ground, with the object held in his hand. The sunlight reflected off of it, highlighting its orange hue and the red stars within it.

“It’s the four-star ball too.” Goku stared fondly down at it. “My grandpa used to keep this, as a special treasure.”

“Your grandpa?”

“Yeah, Grandpa Gohan. He raised me, after I came to Earth when I was a baby.”

Vegito did mention something about that, but not in a lot of detail. She knew little about the old man, but it was clear that Goku cared a lot about him.

“Sounds like he was a nice man.”

“He was great. If he was still alive, I’m sure he would’ve loved to meet you _____.”

The reminder that a loved one was dead would’ve surely put a damper on someone’s mood, but his smile didn’t lose any of its strength. Quietly she scolded herself; Goku must’ve come to terms with his grandfather’s passing long ago. If he didn’t dwell on it, then she shouldn’t either.

It was very sweet of him to say that Gohan senior would’ve enjoyed meeting her though. Goku apparently thought so highly of her…but, considering he and Vegeta used to be joined as Vegito, should that come as a shock?

“Anyway, that’s one ball down. And in good time! If we keep it up, we can gather the rest before the day’s over.”

Goku handed the dragon ball to her, and she took the opportunity to study it. This was the first time she’s seen one of these things up close, and because of what they – or Shenron rather – was capable of, part of her was surprised that the orbs weren’t more popular than being simple legend.

But, Vegito told her why. Bulma’s dragon radars were the only devices on the entire planet that could sense them, and she was extremely strict about not revealing the blueprints on how they were made to anyone; not even her close associates at Capsule Corp. Plus, many people in different parts of the world either didn’t believe or didn’t know they existed. That was definitely for the best.

She tucked the orb into the bag, as Goku asked where the next nearest ball was. Minutes later, they were flying off into the sky again, going west.

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The sun was near the horizon, when they finally collected the final dragon ball. With all seven in tow, she and Goku traveled to Capsule Corp. On the way there, that anxiety she was brimming with earlier in the day returned with a greater intensity. When West City came into view, nausea made her stomach turn. She wished she had the enthusiasm Goku had.

“This’ll work _____. Don’t worry!”

One of his hands slammed her shoulder in an attempt to give a consoling pat, but because of his strength, it made her almost fall over onto the magical cloud.

“Whoops! Sorry.” Goku chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. She huffed, sliding off of the cloud and fixing the man with a half-hearted glare.

“Thanks for all your help, Nimbus.”

Goku dismissed the cloud, and it soared away, disappearing into the sky’s changing hues.

She moved to walk into the Capsule Corp building, but was stopped by the Saiyan.

“I wanted to let you know, that you can ride Nimbus whenever you want. Just shout its name, and it’ll come to you.”

“Really? Uh, thanks…” She blinked, feeling heat creep up her skin. “Why grant me that though?”

“Why not?”

Goku asked in return, beaming in a way that screamed innocence, before he made his way into the building. She was greatly flattered, and grateful for his kindness. Having access to something that could fly and required no fuel of any sort was useful, though she doubted it would be a good idea to use Nimbus to travel to work or anything like that.

When she caught up to Goku, he was speaking to Bulma near the front entrance.

“Great job. You can summon Shenron out in the back, whenever you’re ready.” The scientist addressed her when she approached. Her grip on the bag tightened. Within it, the dragon balls were flashing slowly in a rhythmic pattern, and it spurred her to get the show on the road.

“I’ll do it now. I can’t wait any longer.”

“I understand.”

Bulma nodded, and they all started down a hall to where the summoning occurred last time. The spot where the wish was made to undo the fusion…this wish would be made to bring him back together. It was poetic.

…Speaking of wishes, there was something she was honestly confused by.

“By the way. Bulma? How do you get away with summoning the dragon here, right in the city? Doesn’t it attract attention?”

“It does. But I came up with the excuse that Capsule Corp is working on developing a hologram of a dragon for a cinema project, and the public ate it up.” The bluenette shrugged her shoulders. She stared, in disbelief.

“Seriously? People believed that?”

“You’d be surprised, at how many people are easy to fool. It helps that hardly anyone alive today knows what the mythical dragon of wishes looks like. Shenron’s basically hidden in plain sight here.”

“Hm.” That was painfully convenient, but she would let it go. She heard Goku snicker, amused by her skepticism.

When they turned a corner, they were met with Trunks and Goten, who skid to a stop before them.

“Mom! …_____? Did you get the dragon balls?” The purple-haired boy asked. He and Goten held similar expressions of curiosity.

“Goku and I did, yeah.”

“Cool!” Goten grinned, and ran over to cling to his father’s trousers.

“Will we get to see Vegito again for real, Daddy?”

“We’ll have to wait and see.” He ruffled the boy’s hair.

They all resumed walking, with each of the boys chatting with their respective parent, leaving her to ruminate.

As much as she tried to fight it, fear slowly crept up from the pit of her gut. It was entirely possible that there wouldn’t be anything Shenron could do. The last time she was with him, when he told her that he would see her later, could’ve been the true last time she would ever see him again. Until she spoke her wish, she was caught in this state of unknowing. She hated it. She wanted to go forward, but at the same time, she was…terrified of what lied before her.

What if it actually didn’t work? Vegito…he was gone, for good as far as she knew. That felt so surreal, so cruel, that it couldn’t possibly be the truth. But, she’s gone through surreal, cruel events before. Perhaps this wouldn’t be any different.

She felt like throwing up, when they reached the outdoors area. On auto pilot, she took the dragon balls out of the bag and put them onto the pavement, as the others watched. Stepping back, she breathed in and out, attempting to quell the unease shaking her hands.

It’s now or never.

“Arise…Eternal Dragon.”

She spoke the command, but in a hushed tone. It worked nonetheless.

The orbs ceased their flashing and lit up simultaneously, before a massive burst of light shot from them and up into the sky, that grew darker than the nighttime that had already started to fall. Having never observed the dragon emerging from the orbs before, her worry was temporarily forgotten as awe washed over her features. The trail of light writhing and twisting around like a dancing serpent was such a stunning display.

When it ceased movement, the light dispersed, and left a green, antlered dragon floating in the sky. His glowing, stark-red eyes zoned in on her.

“You who have summoned me. I will grant you any three wishes that are within my power.”

His voice echoed, igniting the fear in her and setting her nerves aflame. With a quivering arm, she wiped away the sweat that welled on her forehead. An inferno burned, and she felt as if she would crumble into ash.

“S-Shenron.” She voluntarily raised her voice until she felt she was shouting, but even then, it sounded too quiet to her own ears. Face-to-face with the dragon like this, she felt incredibly small. Insignificant. The void within Shenron’s gaze was a grim reminder of reality itself, and she was entirely at its mercy now.

It didn’t stop her from announcing her desire, with about as much conviction as she could muster.

“I wish for Vegito to be brought back to life as his own person, separate from Goku and Vegeta, with his memories intact.”

Her words faded away into the air. There was silence.

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… … …

… … …

“…Your wish is within my power.”

The breath she was unconsciously holding in, rushed out of her lungs with the force of a small gale. The blaze within her petered out. The atmosphere that befell the area dissipated, as vocalizations and expressions of relief sounded off from those behind her.

“However-”

Shenron resumed speaking, and her attention was completely re-captured.

“To essentially recreate and give a body to the Potara fusion of Goku and Vegeta will take all of my power. You will not be able to have a second or third wish granted.”

“That’s fine.”

She responded with no hesitation. It was such a meager consequence, that it was utterly dwarfed by what mattered the most here.

“Very well.”

The glow of his eyes heightened into a powerful radiance that made her draw back. She detected something intangible around herself change.

The air was shifting, and behind her, she caught the ki that had started to shine from Goku and Vegeta – the latter she just now noticed had joined them outside. The two Saiyans looked on in silent confusion, before they winced, as if they had been stricken with an unpleasant feeling. The aura stretched from their bodies and reached in streaks in front of her, before Shenron, and met to begin forming a mass of energy.

It was like the Saiyans’ essences were feeding it, as it grew larger and larger. Minutes passed, before the aura left the two and became completely integrated into the mass, as it stretched and twisted to form a humanoid shape.

Sparks danced and shot from it in a display that made her shield her face, but she took in how unmistakable features of it materialized.

Spiky hair…

Bangs…

A tail…

The chaos calmed, and in its wake stood the person who plagued her thoughts.

His expression was blank, soulless, but the spark of life immediately shot through his eyes and had him become animated. He rapidly blinked, and brought a gloved hand up to his face.

“Your wish has been granted. Farewell.”

Shenron departed, and the new figure turned to watch him fade back into the dragon balls, that flew upwards and shot into opposing directions in the brightening sky after.

He turned back to the group of people that stood before him, appearing absolutely perplexed.

“W-What…what is this…?”

Vegito’s eyes darted from Goku and Vegeta, instinctively zeroing in on them. Her heart lurched when he spoke, as he sounded different from what she remembered. There was no longer the voices of the two who made up him speaking in unison; instead there was a singular voice that struck a balance between them. He sounded ordinary.

“This woman here,” Vegeta began, gesturing towards her.

“Used the dragon balls to revive you.”

“Yeah!” Goku joined, flashing a grin full of wonder and excitement. “Welcome back Vegito!”

He stared at them, confused beyond belief, but he did turn his gaze towards her. Their eyes met, and water sprung up in her own. He maintained his shock, but seconds later, recognition flooded his stare. His face shifted in a way that made tears streak down her cheeks.

“_____...?”

He asked in sheer disbelief, and her initial response was to run towards him.

“Veggie!”

The nickname shot from her mouth without she thinking about it, and her face was buried into the fabric of his gi on his chest as her arms flew around his torso to hug him tightly.

“I missed you!”

She sobbed, though it was muffled. There was a pause, then she shivered when two muscled arms returned her embrace and pressed her more into his warmth. The tips of his fingers dug into the fabric of her shirt, and he nuzzled her head, burying his nose into her hair.

Peace she’s never known until now blanketed her mind, in that exact moment. She bathed in his presence, and got fleetingly lost in the sound of his heart beating. It grounded her, but also sent her spiraling into a trance where she felt like she was floating skyward in bliss. All of her previous fears melted away.

It took a gust of wind to bring her brain back to full focus. She wondered how the two of them appeared to everyone watching them right now, but the thrill of the moment swiftly got rid of that concern.

“It’s good to see you, Vegito.”

Bulma spoke, and while she couldn’t see her, the genuine delight in the woman’s voice was a good indicator as to how she was feeling.

“…It’s good to be back.” His breath blew past her scalp, voice taut with a mix of emotions. It made more tears fall, especially the one emotion that was stronger and more easily discernable from the rest. He sounded so happy.

“…Now…if you’ll excuse us.”

One of his arms moved to press under her rear and hoist her up, so her chin was resting on his shoulder. Sensing what was coming next, she held onto him, as he rose into the air before blasting off in a burst of speed with she nestled against him. The exhilaration of the act had her involuntarily laugh, as Capsule Corp and West City shrunk into the horizon.

He touched down in front of her house, and placed her onto her feet. She fixed her hair to get it out of her face, just as she was staggered by Vegito removing a glove from one of his hands and cupping her cheek. The callousness where smooth material would normally be had her intake a deep breath of air, as Vegito looked deeply into her eyes.

He was smiling, unrestrained. Taking in his handsome features once again, after so long, made electricity shoot down her spine and pool in her abdomen. Before she could say a single word, he leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. His bangs curled against and stroked her skin, leaving it tingling.

In her shoes, her toes curled. Her fingers dug into his blue gi, not wanting to release it anytime soon.

It was quiet. Night had fallen, leaving the surrounding area dark and bathed in a peaceful atmosphere. Eyes closed, she relished in the feeling of being with Vegito once again. Her Saiyan.

“…So. You missed me, huh?”

She huffed, both amused and not surprised by the teasing question. Yep, this was Vegito alright.

“Yes, I did.” She was in too far of a good mood to try hiding her sentimental feelings, and not give him more ammo he would use to tease her further. He could have all the ammo he wanted, and she was put more under his spell as she felt his hand leave her cheek and travel to the back of her head, where his palm rubbed her scalp.

“How long was I out for?”

He referring to his erasure as something casual like he merely being unconscious, really pushed home the fact that he was truly here.

“Around five months in total.”

“Sheesh. That’s almost half a year.”

Vegito was being so light-hearted with this, that she wanted to cry again. She couldn’t resist allowing a few more tears to slip out, but he seemed to sense this, as his hand dropped from her head.

She opened her eyes in time to see him slightly pull away, so he could wipe her tears away with a level of delicateness she was surprised by. He regarded her with the same soft smile he had back on that special morning, but this time, nothing disrupted it. The warrior didn’t speak again, but just by what his eyes were revealing to her, she could tell that there was a lot more he wanted to say.

She wanted to say more as well. But, all of that could wait. She wanted to enjoy this peace, before just what the two of them were now was brought up for discussion. That likely will require serious consideration she was too content and tired right now to be capable of.

Vegito tugged her closer, and they embraced again. When she felt his tail come up to brush against her lower back, she had a good feeling about what was in store for them both.