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cvnt4him · 2 months

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PLEASE do reader telling husband!izuku she wants to have a baby, then they try for a baby…

you got it babes<33

It was quite a normal day for you, you were on your phone scrolling through social media, as one does. You'd been ovulating as well but it hadn't really been kicking your ass as normal that could just be because your husband wasn't home much but you weren't worried.

Upon scrolling through Instagram you find a picture of a lady and her baby, it was a cute and aesthetic picture. The baby was smiling and bubbles were floating all around her, she had the cutest smile in the world you thought. A small tug at your lips soon turned into a wide smile. You end up staring at that picture for a lot longer than you expected.

You were giggling to yourself laughing at many more videos and pictures of babies to come, not even hearing your husband walk through your door. He shuffles his way to your shared room to see you on your stomach kicking your feet watching something.

A smile couldn't help but to appear on his face, you were so cute like this. All excited over nothing. He sighed and walked towards you quietly to take a peek at what had you so happy, making his way there he sees a video of a baby saying 'mama' for the first time. His brow raised as he looked down at you then back at the phone.

He hummed lightly and placed a kiss onto your head, you squeak and bounce up and almost kick him in the stomach. He simply just laughs loudly, holding his hands in the air with his head slightly back. His loud laugh had your cheeks warming in embarrassment.

"izuku.. what the hell man. don't do that you scared me."

You pout, turning back over and grabbing your phone not paying attention to him anymore, he had angered you by laughing at you so you no longer wanted to speak to him.

"haha! sorry honey, my mistake I never intended to startle you. just wanted a kiss was all."

Izuku says sitting down next to you, a smile still plastered on his freckled cheeks. No matter how much older he gets he still has such an adorable face, it suits him really well though. Izuku puts his large warm hand on your lower back and rubs it up and down, making you sigh into his touch.

You turn your head to look at him your pout still being present. You were just too adorable for this world, that was the only thing he could think about whilst looking at you.

"awhh~ what's the matter, my love?"

Izuku questions you with a grin, his other hand moving up to your cheek holding it fondly while his thumb caresses it and rubs gently across it. You hum and lean into his touch, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Your look and the way you were acting just tugged at his heart strings a little too much, he pulled you up and into his lap he wrapped you in his arms and embraced you fully, hugging and squeezing you tightly.

"what's wrong."

He says again this time not really sounding like a question. You sigh and pull away slightly so you can see his face, his big wide emerald green eyes peering up at you. His eyes were in of your favorite things about him. How pretty they were in color, the shape, his freckles were sweet too!

Your eyes started tracing his face taking in every little detail about him, his scars his nose shape his cheeks his lips. He himself was mesmerizing and beautiful, and best of all, he was all yours. Izuku felt quite flustered under your watchful eye, he started getting quite red, his cheeks warming up at the way you look at him.

"my.. my love?"

He stammers quietly, you shush him and move closer to his lips he swallows hard and leans into you as well embracing whatever was to come from this quiet little moment you two shared.

At long last your lips connected. Izuku immediately sighs into it, taking in all that you give him. He moves his lips with yours slowly and gently, the kiss passionate and warm. It was so sweet and unlike any of the swift quick kisses you two have been sharing lately. This was what he wanted, what he didn't know he missed or needed. You like this in his arms.

When you pulled away and broke this kiss izuku tried to follow your lips, he was disappointed that this magical kiss had to end. He looked up at you with lidded eyes filled with nothing but adoration and love for you. The look on his face made you smile, he was just so perfect.

So to answer his question from before;

"i want to have a baby..."

And with that, his natural wide eyes were back again, this time looking just a bit more big. He blinked repeatedly and nearly choked on his breath clearing his throat and sitting up straightening his back and tightening his hold on you.

" a... a- a baby?! Wow thats..."

He couldn't even speak. Izuku was in absolute shock, but not for the reason you think. See, he's wanted and has thought about having kids with you the second you two got married, hell since before then. He just didn't want to pester you or make you feel like that was your one purpose as his wife, izuku made sure that you didn't have to work, he did that. You hardly ever had to cook unless you felt like it or he really wanted you too, hes a bad cook so.. and last but not least he gives you whatever you want because he loves tou and thinns you deserve it.

All izuku wants in this shitty life is a kid with you. He just didn't know how bad you wanted it too. You sigh with disappointment in your eyes as you look down, he could see how sad you had gotten and was quick to reassure you.

"no no no— I- we.. we can have a kid! Really!"

You had unintentionally started tearing up sniffling and trying to hide your face, izuku felt so guilty he couldn't help but to almost shed tears as well.

"but you don't want to..."

"yes, yes I do my love. I want nothing more than to have a child with you. I want to see you walking around our house pregnant and complaining about the little things, I want you to need me in that way. I want to be able to hold you knowing that you're going to have my child... That means so much to me."

He held you tightly and kissed you lovingly, holding the kiss for as long as possible before letting it break naturally. You sniffle and he was quick to shush you and wipe your tears, trying to soothe you and calm you.

"... Really?"

"yes my love."

"so.. we can try for a baby?"

You whispered down to him, scooting closer on his lap and putting your hands on his shoulders, the sad look in your eyes changed immediately. It was fueled but something else a glint of.. lust.

Izuku gulped down and nodded, his hands moving to your hips and holding you close. He didn't know what was to come but he wouldn't complain.

"like....now?"

Izukus eyes fluttered before he stammered on his words, he was a red mess and he didn't know how to react to your sudden boldness. You shut him up by kissing him with a breathy groan leaving you. You moved fast and impatiently, standing to take off his clothes and then your own.

You might've even been moving too fast for izuku, he was still trying to wrap his head around it all. You broke the kiss and pushed him back onto the mattress climbing on top of him and sitting down directly onto him. He looked at you all flustered and scared, it turned you on tremendously.

Izuku shook unknowingly, he was literally trembling beneath you his usually wide lucent eyes lidded and blown wide with lust. He was going to let you do whatever you wanted to him, no doubt about it.

You moved down to kiss his thick neck, placing gentle tke kisses and light nibbles and nips across the nape of it. He jumped every single time, little mewls leaving his now swollen lips, he was biting down on his lower lip extremely hard. Was he seriously already struggling?

You giggled to yourself and continued to enjoy this sweet display underneath you, making him moan quietly and jolt up when you bit him. His cock had started poking against your inner thigh and that's what made you grind down onto him, his previously quieted moans now much louder. Izuku threw his head back and put his hands on your hips, grinding you down onto him even more.

"ngh~ fuck.."

He choked out underneath you, sighing every time he felt your warmth come into contact with his pulsating cock. He was throbbing below you and you don't care. You rode his clothed cock like your life depended on it, abandoning his neck and throwing your head back. Grinding and jumping down on his fat clothed cock you could feel your slick seeping from you but you didn't care. You figured it would get into his boxers but you couldn't care. You were feeling too damn good to stop, his clothed cockhead brushing against your covered clit had fireworks exploding inside of you.

You hated how you couldn't feel his thick cock twitching bare underneath your cunt. It pissed you off so you did the next best thing. You lifted yourself up momentarily and pushed your panties to the side and slid his boxers down, he gasped lightly at the way you carefully touched his cock and laid it flat against his tummy, giving it gentle strokes before patting his balls lightly with a grin.

You threw his boxers elsewhere and climbed on top of him again and sat yourself down on his cock. You hummed and slid your cunt up and down his cock coating it in your dripping slick. Izukus eyes widened and his brows furrowed it'd been a while since you two had done something like this, you were teasing his cock so good.

"ohh~ fuck.. babygirl.."

He whimpered below you squeezing his eyes shut, and letting you rock your hips against his cock. You felt it twitch up into your cunt as it brushed against your clit just like you wanted.

"fuck...."

You moaned out speeding up your motions trying to get his tip to repeatedly rub it. Your movements were finally making you feel good, izuku however was already feeling it and now felt the need to cum.

"I'm—.. oh!~ s- so fucking close.."

That snapped you out of your little pleasurable daze and had you instantly think about it, did you want him to cum right then and there or inside of you? You kept your movements going as his head flung back and his mouth opened letting deep groans out, his cock started twitching and he shot long spurts of cum against his chest.

"cumming—! fuck yes!"

Izuku moaned out, feeling that intense release he needed had him feeling so good but he didn't expect the warmth of your cunt and your tight walls to squeeze his cock while he was cumming. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears prickled at the corners, you had started bouncing on his cock and milking him for all he was worth.

He moaned and whined like a slut and that only egged you on more. Grinding roughly down into him and rolling your eyes back as you leaned down while still bouncing your ass back onto his cock and kissed his lips swallowing all of his pitiful noises whole.

"mmph! mmm!~"

You bit his lower lip and that had him literally ascending to the gods above, you were massaging his limp cock and he was already getting hard again. As soon as you felt his cock hard inside of you again you sped up your movements, leaning back in his thighs and bouncing up and down your boobs in his face had him mesmerized.

"fuck izuku... god yes.. oh god!"

You had started seeing stars, izuku pathetic whimpers and moans were starting to get more high pitched, he was close again and just your luck you were going to cum as well, you pull him into you, his face buried into your bossom as you held him close and snuggled your nose in his hair smelling the sweet scent of him and came hard onto him.

The tightness of your walls convulsing and contracting against him had his head spinning he groaned loudly and whimpered as well just as he was cumming inside of you again, his eyed rolled back and his body started shaking, spasming in your arms. Izuku was so overstimulated he could hardly breathe correctly thinking was already thrown out the window, there were no thoughts in that empty mind of his. He was too fucked dumb to even begin to try and think or even talk.

After you two were finished you took a nice bath and he held you close, his head leaning on top of yours as you both sighed at the feelings of the warm water in your skins.

"i love you."

Izuku tells you as he kissed your head and snuggles his face into the crook of your neck. You hum and lean back into him taking in this peaceful moment before izuku was to leave again tomorrow for work.

"just so you know, we're not going to stop until I am pregnant. So could you maybe buy me some tests tomorrow after work? Thanks hon, you're a peach."

You say sighing and relaxing against him feeling all of your worries and woes float away magically as if this water was enchanted. Izuku however tensed underneath you, his body shivered at the thought of you both fucking every day for the rest of his life if you didn't get pregnant. And to your surprise and his mistake, he was hard again.

Your husband was in for one hell of a ride.

AN: I wrote this all in one go, yippie! Until reqs for my event flow in im js gonna use my old reqs and out them in the event anyways yk. Shortcut or wtv<33

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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hi lovely!! since requests are now open, i was wondering if you could write me a little something with james..? if this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please do not hesitate to delete this request!! do whatever makes you feel comfortable!!

but can you do something with james where r forgets to eat or just isn’t really hungry for anything..? this happens to me sometimes, and is currently happening lmao, and the only thing that i can really stomach/that sounds good is anything to do with strawberries (consistent favorite is greek yogurt with honey mixed in, peanut butter granola, and sliced strawberries. so delicious i def recommend!!), and oranges!! weird foods i know but.. anyways!! and he sort of like, gets her to eat something..? my boyfriend will literally spoon feed me whatever he’s eating or whatever i could stomach. the whole "open! say ahh!!" and everything until i got full lol

sorry for blabbing!! tysm if you do this request, and no hard feelings if you don’t!!! i have tons of ideas in my noggin so i can send plenty haha

Thanks for the rec babe!

cw: reader has poor appetite, mention of not eating

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 529 words

You make an awed cooing sound as one blue whale brushes underneath another on your TV screen.

“I never knew whales were so affectionate,” you murmur, charmed.

“Me neither,” James says. “Bite?”

You open your mouth obediently, and he sets his fork on your tongue, letting you suck off the khichdi before taking it back. You hum pensively.

“It’s good, Jamie.”

You’re not lying. Like most of James’ cooking, it’s rich and complex, forcing you to take your time to parse out the different flavors. You don’t have the appetite for your own dinner tonight, but you’ll never turn your boyfriend down when he asks you to try something new he’s made.

“Thanks, lovie.” His voice is warm if not surprised, and soon his fork is tapping at your lips again. “Have some more.”

You peel your eyes from the TV to cut a look his way. James smiles, the picture of angelic innocence, and prods at your lips encouragingly.

“I told you I’m not hungry,” you remind him.

“Mhm. Just have a few more bites.”

“Why?”

“Because I made it.” His eyes go all melty-soft, and you know he’s about to lay it on thick even before he says, “And I put time into it, and I want to share it with you.”

You know exactly what he’s doing. It works on you anyways. You sigh out your nose, and James’ grin widens, his fork happily accepting entry when your mouth falls open again. Neither of you comment on it, but he presses a happy kiss to your cheek once you swallow, and you accept the handful of other bites he gives you without fanfare. When his plate is empty, he stands to go wash it off.

“Did you get enough to eat?” you ask, somewhat guiltily.

James rolls his eyes lightly. “I got plenty, don’t worry about me, I’m just gonna have some fruit for dessert.”

You nod, still feeling rather responsible for the fact that he wasn’t entirely satiated by his dinner, but he gives you a fondly chiding look that has you turning back to the TV. When he comes back, it’s with a large bowl of halved strawberries.

He gets your attention, marking an invisible line down the middle of the bowl with his pointer finger. “That’s your half,” he says, flicking his finger toward the portion closest to you before picking a strawberry up and popping it in his mouth. “You’ve got the whole rest of the film to do it, but just finish them, okay angel?”

You look down into the bowl, then up at James. You know he’s only chosen strawberries because you prefer them lately, and you hate to let him down, but…”I don’t know if I can,” you tell him honestly.

He nods like he understands. “Try, please? Do you want me to feed them to you?”

It’s asked so genuinely you can’t even get mad at him for it. Your face heats, and James looks almost sorry. “That’s okay,” you say quietly.

“Alright.” He leans in to smush a kiss against your cheek. You can already smell the strawberries on his breath. “Just say the word, yeah?”

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demonslayerunhinged · 2 months

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SaneGiyuu Argument 3 - 'They hate each other!'

@roseameilatempest made an amazing and thorough analysis of Sanemi's complicated feelings about Giyuu.

I'll make my analysis from Giyuu's point of view. Giyuu doesn't hate Sanemi and I have no idea where antis got that vibe from when everything about his interactions with Sanemi shows that he desires a connection with him.

So let's start from the beginning.

Season 1 Episode 22

Giyuu ignores the hounding of the other Hashiras about Tanjiro and Nezuko.

Looks off to the side, not saying anything, just ignoring them for the most part.

Until that is, he hears the sexy voice of his boo.

Then we see him respond by sneaking a glance, hmmmmmm. He wouldn't do that if it was the voice of someone he hated. You might say that he sensed that Sanemi was carrying Nezuko's box but no, Giyuu doesn't have super hearing or smell like Zenitsu or Tanjiro. It was Sanemi's voice he responded to.

During the Taisho secret segment, the only time he talks is to tease Sanemi, he wouldn't do that if he hated him.

Light Novel 2 - One-Winged Butterfly, Chapter 5

The Master expressed his worry that Giyuu doesn't smile and requested for the Hashiras to make him do so in hopes that Giyuu will bond with the rest of the group. The hashiras try various methods to make Giyuu laugh and fail including Mitsuri who TICKLES Giyuu! I wish I could see that scene get animated 😂

Shinobu then gets the idea to ask Sanemi to ask Giyuu ou- I mean, ask him to eat his favorite food salmon stewed with daikon with him. It's funny how shinobu went to Sanemi when she would have easily gone to Rengoku, Mitsuri or even Uzui who love to go out and eat but no she asks Sanemi. My theory is that she knows Giyuu likes Sanemi and eating his favorite food with his crush will definitely make him happy.

But of course, it doesn't go well.

Giyuu wouldn't even think of going to eat with Sanemi if he hated him.

Season 5 Episode 1

Giyuu has no problem talking back to and making fun of Sanemi, Sanemi is literally the only one he makes the effort to talk to of his own volition. It's almost like a guy teasing his crush.

Again, if he hated Sanemi he wouldn't bother talking to him.

Season 5 Episode 7

Now this is where the main shit is so let's break it down. First take a look at Giyuu's body language. Giyuu is known to be a stoic dude, even when he's not around people or around people he's comfortable with like Tanjiro(bestest boy ❤) he always has a calm and collected demeanor.

But after the encounter with Sanemi, he seems so small and unsure. This is Giyuu at his most vulnerable.

It makes sense that he allows Tanjiro to see this part of him due to them growing closer since episode 2.

In this scene look how his eyes close in sadness/pain when he talks about Sanemi being angry.

Then he comes up with the weird idea to put ohagi in his sleeve to give to Sanemi the next time he meets him. Look how his smile softened when he pictures Sanemi's smile. Yep, pure hatred. I too smile fondly when I picture my enemy's smile as I give them their favorite food.

Side note: there's this weird thing online where I see people infantilizing Giyuu in that uwu-he-just-wants-a-fwend way and just no. Like yeah, the way he was drawn in this entire exchange is cute but he's still a grown man. He's not being all cute uwu at making a friend, he is attracted to Sanemi. Tanjiro (bestest boy ❤) has the expression of someone who wants to make Sanemi his friend, Giyuu does not.

Also, food and sharing food with loved ones is a big deal in Japan and by extension Demon Slayer(I plan to make a post about it). It's a way to express love and build connections. So it makes sense that Giyuu sees the ohagi as a way to connect with Sanemi since words fail him.

So anyway that all I have as evidence - NOT!

Light Novel 2 - One-Winged Butterfly, Chapter 5(again!)

This takes place right after Tanjiro(bestest boy ❤) got punched by Sanemi. He's training with Giyuu and they decide to take a break and talk....about Sanemi.

When their conversation gears towards the training, Giyuu abruptly asks about Tanjiro's(bestest boy ❤) restraining order.

After recounting the story where the other Hashiras were trying to make him laugh, he asks

And Tanjiro(bestest boy ❤) responds

And guess what he does in the future

In Conclusion, this argument can also kiss my ass!

Edit:

The hashira trying to make Giyuu smile and Giyuu talking about Sanemi with Tanjiro(bestest boy ❤) actually happened in the second light novel One-winged Butterfly not the first Flowers of Happiness, I've made corrections. My mistake, sorrry!

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #giyuu tomioka #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x giyuu #sanegiyuu #kny spoilers #i have no lifeeeeeeeee!#waaaaaaahhhhh #unhinged yap

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stuffeddeer · 4 months

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Hello... Love your blogs, can I asked for ada dazai spending time with his daughter? The daughter can be either an oc or the reader's perspective, that's all on you.... If you choose oc I was thinking about naming the daughter after the real-life daughter of dazai "yuko tsushima" or just yuko.... Spending time with her can be either at the mall or at the theme park after the kid had passed the exams at school or any situation that you like that it is suitable. And this is when dazai shown to be a loving father to her.

Btw, thank you if you ever read this and hope that you are doing well... Sending virtual hugs if you had an hard day...

im doing well thanks!!! sorry this took so long </3 hope u enjoy and thanks for reading my works :) i didnt use a name for the kid so feel free to imagine whatever!

With a chuckle, Dazai leans forward to wipe the melted ice cream off his little girl’s chin. The brown chocolate of his favorite flavor seems to be staining her skin, causing Dazai to spit on one of the napkins to wipe it off.

“Ew, daddy!” She whines, small hands flinging out to try and push his spit covered napkin away.

“Don’t say 'ew' at my spit when I’ve used my bare hands to wipe up your boogers without a complaint,” he pushes the small cone back into her hands.

His daughter only huffs in annoyance before digging back in, rendering his work useless. Still, the sight only warms his heart, watching his cute kid's face become lathered in melted ice cream.

"Y'know, that's your dad's favorite flavor," Dazai mentions absentmindedly, sticking his finger in the frozen dessert to swipe some for himself.

Dazai's daughter nods, uninterested in what her dad has to say until he steals a bit of her ice cream. "Hey! Daddy, get your own!" She whines, little hands covered in ice cream pushing at his once clean shirt.

"Okay, okay," he can't help but chuckle as he raises his hands in mock surrender.

It's a peaceful day out, warm and sunny with no clouds in the sky - the perfect kind of day for an ice cream treat with your dad. Dazai pities all the other kids trapped inside for school and all of his coworkers for not ditching today. Might as well start his girl young on avoid professional obligations. He's sure to get an earful from you later about not taking her out midday when she should be learning how to subtract or whatever, but Dazai knows he'll look back on this moment fondly in the future.

"Hey, say cheese! I'm gonna take a picture - your parent is gonna be so jealous," he snickers.

Sitting at work and bored out of your mind, you glance down at your phone to see a text from Dazai. You usually expected to see a picture of or text about him playing hooky, but to see your daughter roped in made you sigh. But, well, she's smiling so brightly you can't find it in yourself to be mad.

After saving the picture to your camera roll, you slide your phone into your pocket, pretending for just a bit longer that you didn't see it. You can yell at Dazai for taking her out of school later.

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irisintheafterglow · 1 year

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Timeless (pro!bakugo x you)

summary: in another life, he still would have turned your head.

word count: 0.7k

cw/tags: swearing, just straight fluff, gn reader

note: i think my favorite line of dialogue i've written so far is now "kicking ass, looking hot." hope you enjoy this lil drabble!

likes/reblogs/feedback is always appreciated <3

In your excitement, you pull out your phone and dial his number. He answers after two rings and you smile softly. You didn’t usually call him when he was on patrol unless you missed him, so hopefully he didn’t give you any shit about that.

“Hi darling, whatcha doing?” You fiddle with the ring hanging around your neck, a habit you’d only picked up after you two started dating.

“The usual– kicking ass, looking hot.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re the one who called me, babe, so you must be missing me. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to tell you about these funny little photos I found in an antique shop by the deli. I snagged that good French bread you like, by the way.” Your fingers continue to card through the pictures in the cardboard box, one shoulder pressing the phone up to your ear.

He hums contentedly on the other side of the phone, completely ignoring the first part of what you said. “You’re the greatest part of my life.”

“I better be. But, anyway, these photos, Kats.” You could practically see him rolling his eyes in boredom, but continue trying to explain them anyways. “They’re cute; it’s like little black and white photos of lovers from the 50s, and in one of them they’re in front of their first house in the 60s.”

“Why are you telling me about random extras from ancient times?”

You scoff at his warped sense of time. “First off, this was only a few decades ago. Second…I actually don’t really know.” He snorts from the other side of the phone, and you fight to keep your voice to a whisper as you backtrack, trying to verbalize the vague train of thought in your mind. “I’m serious, Kats. I don’t know what it is about these photos. They just remind me of us.” You pick up one of a young couple standing in front of a vintage car at the beach. The boy has a smug look on his face, and his girlfriend is shaking her head exasperatedly. He must have said something stupidly endearing, just like the boy on the phone with you.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I just saw them and I like to think that, even if we were living in a different time, we’d still find our way to each other, somehow.” Another one caught your eye in the box, a family picture at a rest stop in the mountains. The parents tenderly hold a baby each in their arms, beaming at the camera and surrounded by towering trees. The image made your heart ache a little bit, so second-handedly happy for them that it was making you sad. You never would tell him, but you were really missing your boyfriend.

“You bet your sexy ass I’d find you in another lifetime.” You roll your eyes. His crass language, however intelligent he was, really overpowered his intellect sometimes.

“I don’t think you’d be using that kind of language if we were in like, the 1400s, Kats.” You find a funny one of a little boy triumphantly holding an ice cream cone in a bathtub and it reminds you of baby photos your boyfriend’s mom had showed you when you met her for the first time.

“Then I’d kick the shit out of all the other suitors or whatever to win your delightful posterior.”

“Ew,” you laugh, covering your burning face with a hand. “Please don’t say that ever again.”

“I know you’re blushing. Bet you look cute.”

“Mhmm, blushing ‘cause of how fucking embarrassing you are sometimes,” you reply fondly, waving farewell to the older woman behind the antique counter.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I love you too. You free for lunch or are you headed back to the agency?”

Your heart stutters. He always seemed to know when you were thinking about him, or missing his company. “I’m free right now, but aren’t you on patrol–”

“Aight, see you in a sec.”

“Wait, Kats–” You look at your phone in disbelief. He’d hung up on you. Shaking your head, you have a seat on a bench and wait for the telltale noise of explosive rumbling to reach you.

He was insufferable, yes, but you wouldn’t trade him for anybody else, this century or otherwise.

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cursedkeyboard · 9 months

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Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.5)

What does Jason do after he tries his best and fails spectacularly to keep his nosy family away from his kid? Make sure he is still your favorite when everyone starts spoiling you rotten, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]

Pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader / Batfamily & Child GN!Reader

When everything was said and done, Jason explaining why he didn't want to expose you to more dangers by introducing you but also the reason why he felt compelled to be honest with you about their identities, the bats soon started to try and bond with you

Dick was the first one, as always, and introduced himself as "little wing's one and only older brother"

You giggled when Jason groaned at that, embarrassed, and Dick took that as a win

Dick's older bro charms 1 - Bruce's gloomy dad stare 0

After getting called out by you so directly and plainly, Bruce had been awfully quiet as everyone interacted with you

It wasn't every day he got called out for the worst mistakes he comitted

But he also was still reeling at the fact that he was a damn grandfather

Steph cooed at how small you were, pointing out how even Damian was taller

Which, in Jason's opinion, was totally unfair since you were only eleven while Damian was thirteen, going on fourteen, and had been trained for along time

Also, excuse him, only he could tease you

Dick would be asking Jason one and a million questions about how he'd been taking care of you, your education, health, etc

"Of course I– You think I wouldn't send my kid to school, Grayson?"

His kid, they thought, part giddy part dumbfounded

"Woah, woah, I'm just asking! Technically you're legally dead and the little angel over here doesn't exactly look like you."

Wow, for some reason that really pissed Jason off

He tucked you under his chin, squeezing you gently as you rested your head on his collarbone

"I signed the papers. I'm not fucking dumb, Dick, I've been the legal guardian for about a year now."

At that, Steph stopped trying to take pictures of you with her eyes alone and quirked one of her eyebrows

"Legally?"

"... For the most part."

No one said anything at that, it's not like any of them really followed the law, especially not the old man behind them

You huffed in amusement at that, making Dick and Steph's hearts warm up

Damn, not even an hour into meeting you and they were already feeling those fuzzy, soft feelings in their chests

Needless to say, it wasn't a casual evening but it wasn't what Jason had been dreading, not at all

There was no screaming about him being reckless, no one tried to take you away from him, Bruce didn't even say much

Damian was still a brat and tried to pick on you, judgy little shit, only to get the nastiest clapback that made Dick choke on his spit

They all knew he was just feeling jealous, like every kid feels when a younger, cuter child shows up in the family

Boohoo, Jason thought as he watched fondly as you and Damian bickered, the demon brat was never as cute as my kid

Bruce, despite his melancholic gaze and awkward nature, managed to talk a bit to the both of you

He'd tell Jason that if you ever needed anything, to just use his credit card, no questions asked

Bruce would always be a call away and with Cass slowly taking over the mantle, he had a bit more time in his hands when the League didn't need him

He'd support the both of you to hell and back, his own way of repenting, and all he asked in return was...

For Jason to visit more

Because he was still upset about not having all of his kids home for Christmas

And bring you with him

it was high time you met everyone and became an official member of the family, he already knew exactly where your portrait would go

And despite his hesitance, you wanted to be a part of Jason's entire life, not just a hidden piece

Jason could never say no when you did a terrible impression of puppy dog eyes

So this is how it started; the start of the bats spoiling the hell out of you

After a couple of dinners together, lunch, and a tour around the manor and the batcave, seeing all of their old and new suits, ("Tell me you didnt actually wear this." "Shut it, I was a child." "I'm a child and I'd rather die than ever touch this."), with you glued to Jason's side always, packages started showing up at the doorstep

At first it'd be cute and silly things like a plush of the newest Pokémon and matching scarves for the incoming winter

Maybe even their own merch, because they're all losers deep inside

Then it was Bruce taking over any kind of expenses you and Jason had because, in his words, he wanted Jason to focus on raising you instead of worrying about rent

–Not like he wasn't already using Bruce's money to pay for everything

But he still felt begrudgingly soft at having his dad care for him and his kiddo like that, though he'd never admit it–

And then Babs and Tim upgrading the cyber security all around your block in the chance of a villain attack or any creeps following you home

From Duke and Cass asking Jason to spend time with you for some bonding time to your entire wardrobe turning into designer and your school materials updated by Wayne tech

Fuck, you even had terribly expensive yet thoughtful action figurines from your and Damian's favorite animated shows

The brat tried to hate you for ripping everyone's attention away from him, for making Bruce and Dick all... gooey, but it was hard when you had Todd's knowing eyes and a developing charm that always cracked a smile out of him

Infuriating, like father like kid

But... he liked you, quite a lot

And, throughout it all, Jason was panicking bad

Look, Jason Todd was always a jealous person by nature

He never liked his things touched, never liked sharing his interests in case someone also got interested in it, and he was particularly possessive with the few romantic partners he had

So when your attention was suddenly split among all of his family, Jason felt a little upset

It's like when a cat that usually only likes you allows other people pet it

Jason didn't quite feel betrayed but... that childish fear of not being your favorite person was very real in his head

So he upped his game

Whenever any member of his family gave you a gift, he'd get something better the next day

If they took you to a cool place, say an arcade or the mall to hang out and get to know you better

Jason was already booking tickets to go to Universal and taking you out for nightly motorcycle rides

Damian was insisting on watching the new season of your favorite show?

Next weekend he'd have prepared the living room to look like a cinema, with snacks and popcorn, for a movie marathon

Babs and Steph got you interested in makeup?

Regardless of gender identity, you know Jason would watchevery YouTube tutorial known to man about makeup so you won't have to ask the girls about it

Bruce would grow all fond of you once you got past, but did not forgive nor forget, the things he's done to Jason and started interacting more with him

So once he's talking about how he learned multiple different languages growing up, during one of the monthly family dinners, Jason would already be Googling how to learn another language fast

And god forbid Dick messed with your hair

He was not above picking a fight with Nightwing for ruining the hairstyle he spent hours doing for you

Look, Jason wouldn't be as petty as to keep you away from his family

No, in the contrary, he really, really loved watching you be coddled and loved by some of the most powerful people on earth

Getting the childhood he had so desperately wanted

It allowed that restless part of his soul to settle knowing you had them looking out for you, always

But Jason also would always want to be your number one

Your favorite person

Your hero

You dad

Yeah, he could admit it now without fear, he's definitely your old man

How could he not be when he's cutting apples for your school snack and making sure you go to bed before nine?

Never mind his age, Jason even bought a grill so you two could barbecue on the rooftop, there's no other more dad move than that

So, after a few months of this real life sitcom, when you were both on the couch watching Pride & Prejudice (Jason's choice tonight), all cuddled up and cozy

You'd rest your head on his shoulder and sigh happily

"You don't need to do all this, you know?"

"Hm? Do what, kiddo?"

"Trying to one up everyone. It's funny and I'm not exactly opposed to being spoiled as hell–"

"You're such a brat."

"Shut up– but you'll always be my favorite, you know that, dad."

Oh.

Ok. Wow. He was tearing up.

"Oh, fuck off, don't do this to me."

His voice would be a little wobbly as he hid his face in your hair, squeezing you gently in his arms

And you'd giggle and hug him tighter too, your face warming up nervously but no longer afraid of muttering that one little word that had been stuck in your throat for so long

You two were so, so similar in that regard, afraid of overstepping despite the bubbling emotions inside you, the overflowing love threatening to spill out

So much faith and trust, devotion, care, and adoration

And all it took was one sentence to make it all better

"I still wanna go to the convention next week, though."

And Jason would laugh, teary and almost breathless, and press a kiss to your forehead, feeling happier than he's ever felt

"Yeah, okay, you nerd."

Wonder who you got it from

That night solidified it for him, calming his anxieties and petty jealousy

Jason would always be your favorite person

And you wouldalways be his favorite little one

Nothing would ever change that

To be continued... for one last time.

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MWRMI PART 8

Week 4 Part 2 - The Hero Con! 👾

Summary: Y/N goes to the Hero con with her favorite hero by her side. Jirou wants to have “THE talk.” Midoriya can’t hide his feelings anymore and almost makes a “mistake.” Kacchan is done with Deku’s shenanigans.

Warnings: Swear words, a little bit of jealousy, disgusting amount of fluff!

First Part Master List

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“It’s finished!” You jump up excitedly after sitting in one place for several hours so you can finish your last commission right before midnight; now that your weekly work is done you’ll be able to enjoy the convention and spend your hard earned money on Deku merch.

Also, pro hero Deku will have a signing booth, you can’t wait to meet him in person and tell him how much you love him!

Actually, scratch that, you’ll grow some balls and ask him for a picture together. Yeah.

But wait…

You live with pro hero Deku.

He’s literally sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching an old All Might movie, waiting for you to cuddle up next to him as you always do.

Maybe you should just stay home. The tickets were extremely expensive this year and you literally know everyone you want to meet in person by now. The tickets are also refundable so it won’t be a problem to get your money back.

“What made you frown like that, sweet pea?” Midoriya places a hand on your shoulders, making you jump; when did he come over?! He was watching a movie just a second ago!

“I just realized how much money I spent on the tickets when I can see you guys any time for free. Sometimes, I forget I live with pro hero Deku.” You sigh, looking up at your favorite hero. He’s wearing an old All Might shirt and he looks absolute adorable as always. His hair is really messy, he probably forgot to comb it again. You really like this side of him, the one who doesn’t care about appearances, you really have no idea why you payed so much money to see him in a hero costume when you prefer him this way anyway.

The hero smiles at you, making your insides turn upside down at how fond and loving his smile is.

“Well, there will be an exclusive interview with me and Dynamight. Then there’ll be a lot of cool booths with fan-made comics…”

“Doujinshi.”

“That, yeah.” He nods. “Then… well… I’ll be there looking cute and sexy.”

“You are always cute and sexy.” You mumble with a pout, not convinced. Midoriya blushes and looks away while biting his lips… oh damn, this should be illegal. You’ll never be able to forget this face. You really need to take a cold shower. Like, now.

“Also, I would like you to be there… with me.” He murmurs, touching your hands for a second before pulling away. “I actually wanted to ask you if you would like to come to work with me? Be my helper for the day? You can get a refund on your tickets but come anyway. We both win.”

If this is how Midoriya’s face looks like when he’s asking someone to help him you don’t want to know how he would look like when asking a girl on a date. His face is about to explode, bless his little cute ass. Now it makes sense why the hero is still single.

“Will I get a backstage pass and everything?” You perk up, your eyes shining with excitement. “Can I get a staff discount on your merch?!”

“You can have all my merch for free anyway. Just tell me what you want and you’ll have it.” He smiles, patting your head fondly. You probably look like an absolute fangirl right now, but to be fair, that’s literally what you are and Midoriya knows that.

“OH MY GOD I’M SO EXCITED I’M GOING TO CRY MIDORIYA, THANK YOU!” You yell into the poor guys face who only laughs at your late night shenanigans. “Oh my god, I won’t be able to sleep tonight. Ahh, we should head to bed. We need to wake up early. Ahh, can it be tomorrow already?”

Y/N.exe has stopped working.

“You literally just said you won’t be able to sleep, are you okay?” Midoriya giggles.

“Do I look okay to you?! I’m having a crisis!”

“You are so bloody adorable.” Midoriya rolls his eyes but pushes you towards the bathroom. “Go and brush your teeth then go to bed. Come and see me before getting ready so I can tell you the plan. We need to get out of the house by 8.”

“Roger that, boss!” You run into the bathroom and close the door just to scream into a towel, like a real, mature adult.

You can’t wait for tomorrow. This will be the best day of your life.

~•🥦•~

Needless to say, you didn’t sleep too much but not even the lack of sleep can ruin your excitement; you are going to a convention… with the main star of the convention.

Like, what the fuck is your life, honestly.

Midoriya is already up, making his favorite fancy coffee in an oversized shirt and underwear. You try your best not to look… well, that’s a lie, you do look. His shirt is hiding almost everything anyway. Damn, those tights could kill a person.

“I hope this is not the outfit for the convention, have some decency.”

Midoriya jumps at your voice; he was clearly in his own little head, trusting the safety of his own house enough to not be aware of his surroundings. He looks over at your clothing; your pro hero Deku pajama shorts with a random, old t-shirt; nothing special, really; and grins widely.

“Well I hope this isn’t your convention attire either, I kinda want to be in peace, not chasing random horny dudes away from you every five minutes.” Midoriya fucking winks and you freeze; your heart will definitely explode if he keeps this up. You’ll never be able to come out of your room in these pajamas, ever again.

“Well, maybe I want to be praised by random dudes?” You snap back jokingly but the greenette’s eyes visibly darken by your words; his mouth twitches once then twice before his expression evens out to a normal one.

“I would prefer you not to flirt on the job.” He smiles, like he didn’t just try to kill you with his eyes just a second ago. What the heck was that about? “Oh, talking about our attire, I have something for you!” The green haired hero perks up and runs into his room to give you a neatly folded clothing item in a greenish color. When you open it up, you almost burst out crying. It’s Deku’s famous first hero costume; It has more patches than original fabric, it’s well-loved and definitely well-used, a lot smaller than the hero in front of you.

“But isn’t this supposed to be in the hero museum?” You ask, a little bit confused.

“The one in the museum is the first official one made by UA. This was my first ever hero uniform, my mom got it made for me when I got in. She tried her best to patch it up every single day but after a while I had to get a more durable one. It’s not suitable for fighting villains but it’s still wearable.” Midoriya smiles and you can’t even hide the happy tears trailing down your cheeks. “I want you to wear it today, Y/N.”

That’s it. This is how you die. You are incapable of saying anything so you just jump into the hero’s arms, hoping your feelings will come through the embrace without the need for words. Midoriya’s arms snake around your waist, pulling your body close, squeezing relentlessly; there is a hint of possessiveness in his movements but you definitely don’t mind; the feeling of being needed runs through your veins as you squeeze back with the same fervor, unsaid words swirling around you like tiny butterflies on a warm spring day.

“We should probably get ready.” Midoriya murmurs into your ears, his voice traveling through your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake; he says that but he pulls you closer, not letting you go yet. After a few seconds his hold loosens and you slowly get out of his embrace; you already miss the warmth around your waist but you know this isn’t the last time you get a hug from him so you skip to your room to change into the most valuable piece of clothing you’ve ever had your hands on.

For your surprise, it fits perfectly.

~•🥦•~

“Do I look cool enough, Number One?” You come out of your room in Deku’s costume; one half of the mask piece was missing; or to be exact, it was blown away, probably; so you had to play around to make it stay on your head, but you made it work; you did a dark, greenish make up to make the whole look pop and if that’s not enough, you topped the whole make up look with some fake freckles. You had some extensions in pine green color sitting in your drawer, so you popped those in and curled them together with your real hair, ending up looking like a female version of Deku. The suit is a tiny bit tight in the chest area as it wasn’t made to be worn by girls, but it’s really not that bad all together.

Your words are met with absolute silence, the only sound in the room is the sound of Midoriya swallowing hard. He looks a bit constipated but you decide not to make a joke out of it as he looks like he’s about to pass out.

“Wow. I really didn’t think it will look this good on you. You look stunning, Y/N.” Midoriya swallows hard again and runs back into his room. “Wait for me by the door, I’m just gonna grab my bag.” He wheezes, out of breath. You are a bit concerned for the well-being of your roomie right now but it’s probably just the stress, so you decide to wait patiently by the door for him. Your phone vibrates in your pocket so you quickly take a look.

— Deku’s daycare! —

Pikachu: Y/N’s wearing Deku’s old costume to the convention today, apparently she looks really fucking hot.

Pikachu: Oh fuck, wrong chat.

*Kacchan sugoi blocked Pikachu.*

Glasses 👓 : Ignore him Y/N, Zuku would never say such a lewd thing. He probably just said you look really lovely. I can’t wait to meet you today.

Kirishima: To be fair, he genuinely said “lovely” in our group chat with Katsuki!

Piggy 🐷: He probably messaged him by accident, everyone knows not to trust Denki with secrets.

Freeloader: I will make sure to remember that, Mina! I can’t wait to meet you, Iida-kun!

“Ahh, sorry, I was just messaging Kacchan.” Deku scratches the back of his head shyly. “Let’s go, Y/N.”

~•🥦•~

“I can’t believe I’m backstage!” You mumble as you take in the sight in front of you: staff members running around with random boxes full of merch while there’s a sound check happening on the main stage. You look out to the main area to see hundreds of vendors putting out their arts and comics, hanging up banners and talkers to promote their work. The backstage area is full of heroes, flexing in their fancy hero costumes, getting ready for their interviews and signing sessions. Jirou locks her eyes with you and comes over; Deku leaves your side after leaving a kiss on the top of your head, making you a flushed mess with his affectionate deeds.

“Hey bestie… can we talk?” Jirou smiles but by the look in her eyes, it’s something serious. You nod silently as she leads you to an empty room on the side of the massive backstage area; it’s filled with cleaning products and other necessities nicely lined up on the massive shelves. “You know I don’t beat around the bush so… what’s up with you two?” Jirou asks, her voice full of worry. “Whatever it is, I won’t be mad I’m just surprised you didn’t tell me anything.”

“Because there’s nothing to tell.” You sigh. “We are really close. I like him. A lot. I don’t think that surprises you.” You giggle with a sad look on your face; Jirou knows how much of a fanatic you are, there is no reason to hide it.

“No, it does.” Jirou speaks up. “Because we are talking about Zuku, not pro hero Deku here. I see how you look at him, Y/N. That’s not fanatism and you know that.” She reprimands while you try your best to hide behind the shelving system. “But that’s not what bothers me. Not at all. What bothers me is that Zuku gave you his most treasured hero costume to wear on a fucking convention. He likes you enough to do that.”

You really don’t understand what’s going on.

“I don’t see how is that a problem. We like each other. He’s a touchy-feely person who loves to make people smile. That’s all.”

Jirou rolls her eyes aggressively at your words.

“Yes, he likes to hug people but he doesn’t kiss them, especially not in front of the whole staff. But that’s not my problem. My problem is that I’m terrified you are going to get hurt. Seeing your loved ones after a fight is…”

“He came home drenched in his own blood enough times already, Kyou. I know what I’m getting into. Also, he doesn’t think about me that way so don’t worry.” You answer with your voice strained due to the stress. You really don’t understand this conversation.

“Y/N, you are so fucking oblivious I swear to god!“ Jirou yells. “Nevermind, just talk to me. Please. I want you to know I’m here for you if you ever need to talk about this. That’s all I wanted to say. This needs to be extremely overwhelming for you.”

“Thank you, I’ll message you more often. But if you’ll continue treating me like a fragile little quirkless girl…” your voice gets louder as the sentence goes but someone stops you in the middle of the sentence.

“Hey, hey, don’t fight.” Red Riot steps between you two like you can actually cause harm to the hero in front of you. “Y/N, I know this must be a lot for you but this is how we are. We are nosy and way too protective. We also talked to Deku about this the other day. We just want to make sure you two are okay. Not everyone is as good with this whole thing as you are, Y/N.” Kirishima looks at you with a sad smile, clearly knowing what he’s talking about. For your surprise, Jirou giggles.

“We weren’t fighting honey, we just both got a bit too protective.” She smiles and Kirishima nods, leaving without another word. That was weird.

“So what’s his baggage?” You giggle at your friend, the heated argument long forgotten.

“Girl, he lives with Katsuki. That’s enough of a baggage as it is.” She says with a fond smile on her face.

“Sorry for being so sensitive about this. You are right, it’s a lot. And it’s really hard not to love him more than I probably should. And to be honest… I do… love him… more. Duh.” You laugh self-deprecatingly, almost whispering while tears pool in your eyes. Jirou snakes her arms around you and whispers back.

“I would like to be concerned, but the way he looks at you right now, hiding being the door all concerned, I don’t think there will be a problem.”

“Oh my god, do you think he heard what I just said?!” You freak out, not even realizing the meaning of her last words.

“No, he didn’t, don’t freak out.” She laughs out loudly. “Come in, you nosy fuck, it’s not manly to eavesdrop!” Jirou mixes Katsuki’s and Eijirou’s style of talking perfectly which makes you laugh.

“Eijirou said there is an argument and I…” Midoriya stutters as he comes closer, ashamed of himself.

“Yeah, you are concerned, we get it.” Jirou rolls her eyes, looking at you two with a knowing face.

“Actually, I wanted to thank you… for introducing us. I’ll make sure she never gets hurt because of my job and…”

“… and I’m invited to your wedding.” Jirou finishes his sentence with a straight face.

“Yeah, of course you are!” Midoriya jumps in, then pales completely. “Wait, what?!”

“Nice one, Headphones!” Katsuki comes through the door, giving your friend a high five.

“I can’t believe I’m friends with you assholes!” Midoriya whines with a bright red blush on his face.

“You love us.” Jirou taps Deku’s shoulders to soothe the overwhelmed hero.

“I really do.”

Well, you’ve definitely have learnt one thing today; privacy is not a thing in this friend group.

~•🥦•~

While the heroes get ready for their panels you look around at the convention for a bit; you already bought a handmade Deku plushie, a few limited edition hero figurines only available at this convention and you also managed to get your hands on the next volume of the My Hero Academia manga; it started as a fan project but ended up to be a big hit, supported by the whole hero scene; it’s a manga about the history of the current top heroes, it shows their past UA life and also gives the reader a glint into the biggest war of the past decade. After the first volume, Horikoshi-sensei managed to get noticed by all the heroes who were more than happy to give him all the information he needed to keep the story as realistic as possible. The newest volume is officially coming out in a few weeks time but it’s available for purchase on this convention way before its official release. You can’t wait to sit down and read it.

After a bag full of random shit you definitely don’t need you make your way back to your flatmate, who’s just about to start his signing session in one of the booths. You barely make it inside before people start asking for pictures; apparently Midoriya isn’t the only one who thinks your cosplay is amazing.

“Oh my god, you are so cute, what the heck!” A younger guy, around 18, comes over to you with a massive smile on his face. “Can I have a photo?” He asks shyly and you oblige; but for some reason, the poor fella freezes in one place as he stares towards the stage. “Actually, it’s fine, I just wanted to tell you how much I like your style.” He continues staring, so you look the same direction; Midoriya stares at the two of you, black whip dancing around him aggressively as he stops signing a fan’s poster midway. “Is there a reason why is my favorite hero trying to assassinate me with his eyes?” The boy wonders, clearly shaking.

“He’s probably looking at something else. Let’s take that picture, okay?” You smile at the boy who takes a selfie happily and moves into the queue to get his own signature. You make your way over to the glaring greenette with a scolding look.

“Midoriya….” You stop by his side, giving him a sharpie as he managed to break the one in his hand, god knows how. “What was that about?”

Midoriya looks up at you with his signature puppy eyes between signing two posters, topped up with a little smile.

“You told me it’s okay to want things. I wanted you to stop talking to that guy and give me a new sharpie.” He says like it’s the most normal thing in the world to kill a person with his eyes.

You sigh, letting the hero off the hook for the sake of the signing and you are just about to move away when he grabs your hand under the table. He doesn’t say a word nor looks at you, he just keeps holding your hand while he signs with the other. He eventually lets you go when some people ask for pictures and you use the freedom to hide behind the backstage door where you are still visible for Midoriya but hidden from everyone else. He looks at you with a sad smile and turns back to the fans with a long sigh.

“Is he being weird again?” You jump from the sudden voice behind you; it’s Kaminari.

“Really weird.” You murmur, leaving the backstage to help at the merch booth as the poor guys are clearly swarmed up there. Quite a lot of people end up asking for a picture with you after their purchase went through at the tills and you also get a bunch of compliments for your amazing cosplay; you feel content and happy, even though you can feel Midoriya’s eyes on you the whole time.

“Are you Deku’s girlfriend?” A younger girl asks and you can’t help but blush at the question.

“Oh, no, not at all, I’m just helping! He’s… a great friend of mine.” You try to smile, but everyone can see how uncomfortable you are. The other staff members giggle at the awkwardness and ask the young girl to move away and let other people buy their stuff too. You let out a long breath and keep smiling at the customers, getting more and more tired as the time goes by; you get stuck at the tills until the end of the day, only being able to leave when the convention finally shuts it’s doors.

Midoriya comes over to you as you put the few leftover merch into a box to be taken back to the DC.

“Tired?” He smiles, while helping you pack. The rest of the staff members freeze from the sight of the pro hero but continue to do their assigned jobs.

“Definitely. I’m so ready to fall asleep on the sofa while stuffing my face with the fancy mochi I just bought.” You sigh, finishing up. “By the way, don’t do that.” You say quickly, trying to avoid eye contact.

“What?” Midoriya looks at you with questioning eyes.

“That. Staring holes into my skull. You don’t need to do that, I can take care of myself. I’m quirkless, not an idiot.” You sigh, a tiny bit offended.

“You misunderstand. It’s not because of that. I…” Midoriya stutters, making the other staff members stop working completely to be able to listen in. “Let’s talk about this at home, okay?” He says, pointing at the staff members with his eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” You mumble, but he just puts his hands on your shoulders and pulls you close.

“Can I have her back now? You guys can finish this, right?” You can’t see Midoriya’s smile but you can feel it in the way he talks. The staff members murmur a quiet “yes” as he takes your hand and starts pulling you towards the backstage. “Thank you guys for today, take whatever you want from the leftover box!” Midoriya says while taking 2 oversized shirts out of the box. “Matching PJs?” He winks at you, leaving the whole team dumbfounded by his words. You don’t have time to answer as the hero pulls you into the backstage area to take his backpack and say goodbye to everyone then moves towards the exit as quick as he can. “I’m so ready to sit on the sofa for the rest of the day, I swear this is more tiring than fighting villains.”

You don’t say anything back just giggle to yourself at Midoriya’s grumpy mood; it’s a new side of him, one even more adorable than all the others; he grumbles in a really cute way, his eyes squished together like a child throwing a tantrum. You squeeze his hand reassuringly as he pulls you towards the nearest taxi, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as soon as you both sit down.

~•🥦•~

“Can I have some?” Midoriya looks at you while you two snuggle on the sofa. You are watching a Crimson Riot movie in your new, matching pjs. The hero decided to wear it with nothing with boxers but thankfully, you are both under a massive blanket so you can’t see it. You can feel it though, which is probably worse and definitely way past the friendzone, but to be honest you don’t really feel like moving away.

“You want me to share my limited edition Deku mochi with you?” You look at him incredulously, keeping the box out of his reach.

“I am literally the reason this mochi exist, sweet pea!” The hero tries to reach again, ending up in your lap, taking the box from you as you freeze from the sudden closeness.

“You don’t get any until you say sorry for this afternoon.” You mumble with a flushed face, looking everywhere but at the hero in front of you. Midoriya decides this is a good enough sitting place and places his butt down right next to you without moving his legs; one of them stays sprawled out on your lap, skin touching skin.

Why can’t he sit like a normal person. Why.

“You are mad. Like, mad mad.” He mopes, looking like a 5 year old who didn’t get a present from Santa this year.

“I am! You scared that poor boy! He was literally shaking when he got to you! Your naked, absolutely gorgeous tights are also on my lap and I can’t focus on the scolding, so can you move them, please?!” You almost screech by the end of your sentence, hiding your rapidly darkening face with your arms.

“Oh, they are heavy, ain’t they.” He mumbles while he nods and moves back to his side properly.

That’s really not the problem you sexy idiot - you want to say, but you keep your thoughts to yourself.

“I’m sorry… I just…” he starts to ramble again, but this time, he doesn’t stop. “I saw him touching you and looking at you with those heart eyes and … I have no idea why is this happening to me Y/N, but every time I think about someone doing stuff like that with you, it makes me so furious I want to demolish them. I am really not an aggressive person but for some weird reason, I can’t control my anger when it comes to these situations. I’ll get better. You are your own person, you have all the rights to flirt, to fall in love and…” Midoriya’s full face is scrunched into a frown by the end of his monologue.

“You are right, I am my own person and I have all the rights to flirt and fall in love.” You repeat, making him bite his lower lip aggressively to ground himself. “But I won’t. I can’t. I don’t want to. Right now.” This time, you are the one who hides her face in his neck to calm down. As always, he smells amazing.

I can’t give my heart to someone but because you’ve already taken it - you want to say. But you don’t.

Midoriya presses a kiss on the top of your head while his hands get lost in your hair again; he massages your scalp soothingly while he says his next words.

“Just give me some time and I’ll be able to let you go.”

The sentence sounds familiar but you have no idea why; you are quite sure you’ve never heard him say anything like this before. Your heart squeezes at the words, leaving you an absolute mess as you mumble into his neck.

“I hope you need a lot of fucking time cuz I ain’t wanna go anywhere.” You mumble into his curls. “I want to stay here forever.”

Jesus, what are you even talking about?! This is pro hero Deku goddamnit!! You are nothing but a really lucky fangirl, nothing more, nothing less. You have no right to…

“Deal. Let’s stay like this. Forever. I don’t need anyone else either.” He smiles with tears in his eyes. “I never thought I’ll ever have this, whatever this is, and I don’t need anything else. Not now, not later.” Midoriya moves you up by your chin and rests his forehead against yours. By the way your heart is beating, you are probably about to die. “Y/N, will you be my roommate forever?” Midoriya whispers but you can’t make a proper answer so you decide to nod instead. The hero smiles and leaves a kiss right next your lips; your breath hitches for a second before he moves back to his starting position, like nothing had happened in the first place.

“You okay? You look really pale. Do you want to go to sleep, sweet pea?” He asks but you keep staring into space with no thoughts swirling in your dead brain…………….

“Yeah, I’m sleepy. Really sleepy.” You stand up and move towards your room without brushing your teeth. Disgusting, but if you need to stay in the same room with this idiot for another second you might combust.

“I’ll go too. It’s not fun without you.” He smiles.

You close the door behind you, then you belly flap on the bed to scream into your pillow.

Needless to say, you won’t sleep a wink tonight, nor the night after. You’ll never sleep again.

~•🥦•~

— Deku’s mental health support group. —

Lovesick Idiot (Zuku): I almost kissed her on the lips.

Ei: Accidentally?

Lovesick Idiot (Zuku): Yes. No. I don’t know??!

Kacchan: Just fuck already.

Lovesick Idiot (Zuku): You are not helping, Kacchan!

Kacchan: You can’t be helped. Now let us sleep.

Ei: Ignore him. So was it an accident?

Lovesick Idiot (Zuku): No.

Ei: Did she move away?

Lovesick Idiot (Zuku): No.

Ei: Why didn’t you kiss her then?!

Lovesick idiot (Zuku): She doesn’t see me that way.

Ei: …

Ei: Katsuki was right. Let us sleep. Good night.

*Kacchan changed Midoriya’s name to “Helpless, oblivious fuck”.

~•🥦•~

Y/N: Is it platonic when your roommate gets all protective over you and asks you to to be his roomie forever then he kisses you right next to your lips?

Jirou: Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?!

Y/N: I know, I’m stupid, but a girl can dream…

Jirou: You two will be the death of me I swear to god. I think you just gave me a brain aneurysm.

Y/N: …

~•🥦•~

Izu-Izu: Y\N, are you sleeping?

Y/N: Yes.

Izu-Izu: Yeah, me too…

…Next part!

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Potato ramble:

- How to ask someone to be your girlfriend without saying “be my girlfriend”, am I right? How long will you two dance around each other? Honestly, I hope it’s long as I really don’t want to finish this series 😂😂😂😂

- Btw, I’m writing week 6 right now and you are not ready for that shit. The amount of stuff Midoriya gets away with even thought you two are not in a relationship is a little bit concerning at this point. 😂

- Weekly shopping obsessed potato ramble: so this week… I bought a Todoroki figurine and 2 funkos. Send help. It’s a funny story though! So I was on my last 15 min break at work, which is a street away from my fav geek store. They posted about the new My Hero Funkos and I literally sprinted down in my work uniform and headset to get a Todoroki and a Shinsou. I arrived all sweaty and panting and they all laughed at me, then my boss also laughed when I came back with a bag full of funkos. 😂

- I’m really broke now. Hopefully, there won’t be a shopaholic potato section next week. XD

- I also need to get a new shelf as I’m out of space. I need help.

Taglist: @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @momothemasocist @aymasakusa

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya x y/n #midoriya x you #pro hero deku #deku x reader #deku x you #my hero academia #midoriya izuku

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its-time-to-write · 1 year

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i know now it’ll pass - ch. 5

I think these last two chapters are my favorite🥲 Lmk with you all think of the series bc I crave validation!!! No such thing as too many comments🥺🥺

still miss you

It’s the worst. You’re working in Manchester of all places, and you really wish that you were somewhere else. But they paid the most and offered housing and were able to hire you within two and a half weeks of your breakup. Higgins wrote a glowing letter of recommendation, and just like that, you were gone.

You’re going to miss your flat, you realize. You don’t even know who bought it. Doesn’t matter. They were willing to pay twice what it was worth as long as they were the offer you accepted.

It’s good that Jamie won’t see you around. Won’t have any lingering reminders. It’s good that you’re the one who ended things, because he won’t be able to blame himself for it. (He probably still will, you think, but you put that thought in a tiny box and put it on a shelf far away.)

Jamie doesn’t see you, but you see him. You see him in photos on the wall and hear him in the local voices and wish you could have just accepted his love for a little while longer.

You watch every single one of his games and cheer when he makes a goal. Or a pass. Or anything, really. He’s started running like Roy Kent did at Chelsea, like he’s angry at the grass. At least his anger is channeled into something productive.

Your new flat faces the sun, and you’re on the steps all the time. It’s not standard housing, it’s a real actual flat that Man City bought for you. It’s not big but it’s clean and yours and has a real, actual garden in the back. You think that you can manage this until you meet your neighbors and realize you’re really and truly fucked and the universe hates you.

You met the husband, Simon, on one of your sleepless nights. It was still relatively early, just 1:30, but you could tell that you weren’t going to get much sleep. Dr. Sharon transferred you to someone in Manchester, but now you were awake for different reasons. Jamie’s face kept haunting you so you kept your eyes wide open. Some mornings you’d wake up under the weighted blanket and think that it was him, in your groggy haze. Then you’d blink a couple times and remember that you’d broken up.

So you don’t sleep much. And now you’re on the porch with a cup of the tea Jamie’s mum recommended so long ago, the strong smell steaming into the air. As you sit down on your chair (you have a chair now) you hear a soft voice say, “Lovely night, isn’t it?” You nod and look over to see your neighbor sitting on his chair as well on the lawn.

“Sometimes I like to come out here and look at the stars,” he continues. “Can’t always see very many of them, but the fresh air is nice. I’m Simon, by the way.”

You nod again, give him your name, and sip your tea.

“Is that Sleep Plus by Twinings?” he asks. “I only ask because my wife swears by it. Has a cuppa every single night, so I’m well-acquainted with the smell.”

You smile. “Yeah, it is. A friend gave it to me. Said his mum loved it too. I have trouble sleeping, so…”

Simon nods. “Georgie, that’s my wife, used to have the same problem. Too many things on her mind, she said. But she’s been alright ever since we’ve been married. She says that it wasn’t really a chemical problem in her brain, but more the fact that she was always worried. Took me years to show her I wasn’t someone she needed to be worried around. But, I proved myself and here we are.” He chuckles fondly. “She’s upstairs snoring loud as can be.”

You sit in silence a while longer before Simon gets up and says, “Lovely to meet you. I’ll have Georgie invite you ‘round for tea sometime.”

Tea with your neighbors sounds wonderful until you walk into their flat and see pictures of Georgie’s son on the walls and on tables and on the fridge and in basically every possible space she can find. Simon mentions how he researched creative things to do with photographs because it “helps Georgie when she misses him,” and you know for an absolute fact that the universe has a personal hatred for you.

It has to, because why else would you have unwittingly gotten a flat right next to Jamie’s parents?

You force yourself to behave as normally as possible and thank them for a lovely meal. Georgie grabs your arm on the way out and says you ought to come over again some time. She hugs you and tells you she didn’t have a sparkle in her eyes at your age, either. She knows what it’s like and maybe you can have tea together tomorrow night, just the two of you. Talk about it and maybe you don’t have to struggle as much as she did.

You don’t smile at her, but she doesn’t mind. Georgie reaches out a hand to wipe away a tear and says, “Oh love. It’ll be alright. You’re not alone all the way out here. I miss my son something terrible and I can see you’re missing someone too. You’ve already made me feel better and I hope I can help you the way you’ve helped me. Good to have someone young around here.”

She’s smiling, and you realize she and Jamie have the same soft eyes.

Georgie hugs you tight again before you can bolt out the door. “You’re not alone, sweetheart,” she whispers. “You’ll be alright.”

—

Simon and Georgie are a godsend. Sure, you have to suffer their son staring down at you from his various portraits in the house, but you can talk to them. They’re like parents with the way Georgie hugs you and Simon is always bringing over excess baked goods. They’re always available to talk and listen, to laugh and sometimes, to cry.

Georgie tells you about her ex-husband one nights and it’s enough to make you sob. You tell her about your ex-boyfriend (the bad one) through gasps while she rubs your back and murmurs, “I’m right here, love.”

“How were you able to be with Simon?” you ask once you’ve calmed down. “I just can’t understand that. I’ve tried, I really have, but I was just waiting for him to get tired of me. And I’m not positive he ever would have.”

Georgie thinks for a moment. “I think I finally realized that James was not the standard for all men. He and Simon were very different, and Simon always showed me he respected me as a person. It took years of that, but here we are.” She laughs. “He’s a very patient man. Not many would put up with me and my Jamie.”

Jamie was patient. And funny. And the exact opposite of your ex. He’s confident with a touch of arrogance, but it’s the kind of confidence that’s contagious as opposed to oppressive. He’s sweet and thoughtful, and does things without expecting something in return. He likes to make you smile just for the sake of it, and you like to do the same.

You’re shaken from your reverie by Georgie saying, “That reminds me, Jamie’s coming into town this weekend. You should come over to meet him.”

She and Simon share a not-so-subtle glance that means you should date our son and become our actual daughter-in-law because you’re basically already ours, and that’s when you decide you’re going to be horribly ill.

“I’d love to,” you say out loud. “I’ll check my calendar.”

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libraford · 1 year

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Looking back, I think a yellow flag with that employee should have been that his attitude towards children was significantly different with the special needs kids. With other classes, he was high energy and bouncing around to get them to smile. But when the special needs students came to us, he suddenly would become exasperated, seeming like he wasn't even going to try.

Tomorrow, I'm doing school photos at an all special needs school. It is one of my favorite schools. I love photographing special needs kids because when they smile it's so genuine and you feel like you won the lottery. Because it can be challenging, but as an action photographer it's my job to get That Shot and I will Get That Shot.

Also they are so, so funny. Today I git a really good photo of a kid and as soon as I told him he was done he sped off yelling "IVE GOT SUPERPOWERS!!!" Absolute joy.

Something to know about the special needs kids, especially ones with complex health issues, is their parents will want a good picture of their child. You really do have to try. You really have to be patient. Yes, it can get tiresome to have to spend sometimes upwards half an hour on a single student, but you have to try.

There is a very good reason.

I make this school's yearbook.

Every year, there is a memorial page for students that they lost this year.

We want a good picture because you do not know if this will be the last photo they get. You hope it's not. But it might be. I don't want to take a chance on it.

I explained this to him. I explained the tools we have (we have a setting that allows continuous shot, teachers can bring toys or sing songs, I have a tambourine that I keep in my backpack) and he seemed to understand.

He's at his 15th school and one of the kids is fondly referred to as 'gumby' because of how he has to move constantly and will wriggle out of any person's hands that are trying to hold him still. The employee turns to me and says 'is anyone here good at coaxing a kid into submission?'

Yikes.

This is all water under the bridge. He's gone now and I don't think he's coming back next season.

But damn.

#death mention

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ifancyharry · 2 years

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Under the italian sun

Hiiii lovelies :) first of all thank you for liking and reblogging my work, i love you all so much💓 this is something i wrote as a proud italian, it's just tooth aching fluff. if you want to listen to the song mentioned, here it is, it's one of my favorites!

What it is: fluff; a day spent with Harry in his house near Rome

Word count: 3.7k

“Oh, I missed Italy’s weather!” YN sighs, her chest heaving as she takes small intakes of the humid Italian air.

“It’s so hot though” Harry whines, “here, hold this.” He hands her his Pleasing cream bag he uses when traveling, and YN holds it in her arms between them as Harry searches for the house keys.

“I still don’t get why you pack that bag to the brim” she chuckles, the bag resting heavy on her folded forearms, “why can’t you use suitcases like everyone else?” She questions, but Harry doesn’t answer, still busy looking for the keys, his eyebrows furrowed as he’s getting more and more frustrated, the hot sun burning against his unprotected skin. When YN had asked him — still on the plane — if he wanted to put on sunscreen, he had shook his head, grimacing at the sticky white liquid as she covered her face in it, claiming he didn’t need it and the sun wouldn’t be that hot; now, as he can already feel his skin start to redden, he thinks maybe he should’ve followed her advice.

“Give me that” he mumbles, taking the bag from her arms and placing it on the ground as he crouches down to be able to rumble through it more easily.

YN rolls her eyes at him but chooses to stay quiet; she knows Harry, and, despite him being the most bubbly and solar person to exist (in her opinion), when he’s annoyed, he’s annoyed, and she knows it’s better to let him sort through things as he wishes, without interfering with his thought process.

YN brings a hand to her face to shield her eyes from the sun, and she squints as she looks around. She has always loved his home here, and she remembers fondly the first time he’d brought her here: they’d driven from England to Italy in one of Harry’s vintage cars, only four months in their relationship, and despite the hot weather and the lack of air conditioning, she feels her heart warm when she remembers Harry opening up about his stepfather while they listened to his favorite CDs on the stereo. From that trip, their relationship could only grow fonder, and with it their visits to his house in Civita.

What YN loves most about the house is Harry’s choice of flowers adorning the outside walls, which he picked meticulously after buying the house.

Despite being almost 10 in the morning, there’s not many people around, because the village is small and mostly inhabited by elderly people, so thankfully, not many people know where Harry is currently, which gives them some time to rest in the hot July weather.

“Found them!” Harry exclaims, keys in hand, a sly smile adorning his features.

YN smiles back at him and waits for him to open the door when he’s back on his feet.

After Harry unlocks the door, he gestures for YN to go inside and open the blinds, claiming he’d take care of bringing their bags inside.

She walks across the small garden and when she reaches the front door, she unlocks it with the keys Harry gave her. As soon as she enters inside the house, she’s invested by the obnoxious smell closed spaces tend to have, and she hurries to open the windows and let some fresh air inside.

The house is the same as she remembers; the walls are decorated by colorful paintings and by some framed pictures Harry took of the beach at sunset, the kitchen is small but YN thinks it’s the perfect size for two people, a strawberry shaped ceramic dish is placed on top of the wooden dining table where she can’t wait to eat some fresh picked fruit in the morning with her boyfriend. In the living room, there’s two floor to ceilings windows, allowing the house to be always illuminated by natural light, overlooking the patio, where Harry decided to put a big wooden table where he usually likes to eat dinner, claiming it’s too hot to stay inside.

YN feels a pair of strong arms circling her waist and she squeals a little when Harry bites at her earlobe playfully, placing a soothing kiss on the skin after.

“What do you want to do first?” He asks her, and YN places her hands on his and squeezes them lovingly.

“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” She smiles, still overlooking the garden from her place on the window frame as Harry platters languid kisses all over her salty skin.

“Mmmh,” Harry mumbles in her neck, his curls tickling the skin of her jaw, “i may have a couple ideas”

YN giggles softly at his suggestion and Harry turns her around gently, his hand sneaking from her waist to her hips, squeezing at the plushy skin with his fingers. When she gets on her toes to plant a kiss against his lips, her sundress raises a little with the stretch of her arms around his neck, and Harry moves his hands down to cup her ass, pushing her against him. She moans in his mouth and Harry licks her lips with his tongue, pushing it inside after.

When they both start to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen, Harry tears away from her lips to give her time to breathe, and with delicate fingers he pushes the straps of her sundress down her shoulders, her naked skin shining in the sun.

Harry plants a kiss against her collarbone and with sticky lips against her skin, he says: “let’s go inside”

“Help me tie it?” YN says, walking out of the bathroom with her bikini top dangling between her fingers. Harry nods and “Come here”, he says, stretching one of his arms to nudge at the back of her tights playfully.

“You come here!” She giggles, but with two strides she covers the distance between them and places herself between his slightly parted legs.

“Such an obedient puppy” he chuckles darkly, “turn around”

YN nods and does as he say, blushing a little at his choice of pet name — one he usually uses when he feels particularly soft.

She takes her hair in her hands and raises it above her head, allowing Harry to take the top and tie it first around her neck and then behind her back. When he’s done with both laces, he places a wet kiss against her shoulder and gives her bum a playful smack, chuckling when she lets out a squeal.

“All done”.

“Thank you” she turns around and, still smiling, she bends down to peck his lips. Harry raises both his hands to cup her face, holding her hair in place behind her ears.

When she feels Harry deepen the kiss she allows herself a minute to drown in his touch, but when he begins to palm her skin and push her closer to his body, she parts from his lips with a pop and whines when he tugs her down in his lap.

“Nooo” she whines childishly in his lap, “I want to go to the beach!”

Harry huffs against her lips, “I am your boyfriend!” He pouts, cupping her face once again and tugging her down against his mouth, “you’re supposed to love on me. I need kisses”.

YN giggles when he buries his face in her neck and his hair tickles the skin of her jaw, “needy baby”, she murmurs, tugging playfully at the roots of his curls.

“One more kiss and we’ll go” she says, splattering a kiss against his hair line.

Harry lets out another childish whine but nods his head nonetheless. He tilts his head back and puckers his lips, asking silently for a kiss. Yn smiles to herself and presses her lips against his in a long, wet kiss, and when Harry doesn’t make a move to part from her mouth, she pouts her lips and says, “I said…” but she’s interrupted by his lips closing hers in another affectionate kiss, “one!” She laughs when he kisses her another time.

“Fine” he breathes out, huffing. Yn gets off of his lap a little unwillingly and she stretches her hand in his direction, which he takes in his grasp.

“Let’s go to the beach!” She squeals, tugging him by his hand towards the door, happily.

Harry rolls his eyes at her playfully, a lazy smile adorning his feature. When they reach the living room, he picks up the cream Pleasing bag they previously filled with everything they’d need for the beach, and, car keys in one hand, bag in the other, he lets her tug him out of the house, excited to finally rest under the hot sun.

“Baby!” Harry shouts from inside the water, enough to make sure his voice would reach YN standing on the shore, her feet buried in the sand. When she looks up at him, he smiles at her and waves his arms “get in!”

She shakes her head, “no!” She exclaims, “It’s cold”

“C’mon” he says, dragging the end of the word to express his annoyance. He wanted her to get in. Of course, it was a little cold at first, but they’d been lying in the sun for hours, she needed some fresh water.

“Nooo” she repeated, placing her hands on her hips, “i’m not getting in!”

“Don’t make me come get you” he says, his brows pinched in a furrow.

“You wouldn’t” she laughs, and at her words, Harry starts walking toward the shore where she’s standing, his movements slowed by the water.

“No, Harry, please” she begs when he’s in front of her, looking at her seriously.

“I want you to get in” he affirms, placing his own hands on his hips this time.

When she shakes her head, his gaze softens and he looks at her with loving eyes, “please, baby get in”

YN takes a small step towards him, and Harry stretches an arm out, caressing delicately the skin of her waist with the tip of his fingers, leaving goosebumps behind his cold touch.

When she’s within arms reach, Harry circles her waist with his hands and picks her up, his arms falling down to her ass to hold her better.

“No!” She shouts, squealing in his hold, but that just makes him tighten his grip.

“Shh” he coos, walking back to where the water is deeper. Thankfully, the beach they chose wasn’t crowded, and paparazzi still hasn’t been notified of Harry’s whereabouts, so the couple could be able to enjoy the day as they wished without worrying about indiscreet eyes.

When they reach a deeper point, Harry shifts YN in his hold and picks her up from under her arms, throwing her in the water and submerging himself after.

When he comes back up for air, he still has his eyes closed when he feels splashes of water against his skin, and when he opens them, he has to shield his eyes with his hands to not let the salty water in.

“Stop! Stop!” He laughs, hands groping the water as he tries to make up from where YN is splashing him with her hands.

When she finally stops, he shakes his head to shake the water off of his hair, and he passes a hand on his face to get rid of the droplets of water.

“You’re such a brat!” He exclaims bewildered when his girlfriend is back in his sight.

“You are!” She pouts, swimming towards him, making sure to stomp her feet extra hard so the water splashes around them once again messily. When she reaches him, she throws her arms around his neck and her legs come up to wrap around his waist.

Harry splatters loud kisses against her wet cheek and she sighs happily in his hold, “the water is so nice”

He chuckles but agrees to not say anything, despite every muscle in his body is fighting against saying ‘i told you so’.

He squeezes her tighter against his body when he feels her shiver, his hand coming up to stroke at her back.

They soak in the water for sometime, swimming and kissing every once in a while, bashing in the feeling of the cold water against their warm skin.

When YN jumps in his hold again, he sees her lips a slight purple color and her teeth clattering, so, worried she might get too cold, he says “how about we get out?”

She pouts her lips, “but I love the water!”

“I know, but I’m cold” he lies, shrugging. He knows she’d never get out if it wasn’t for something concerning him.

“Okay” she nods immediately, pecking her cold lips against his.

“Thank you, water bug” he chuckles, squeezing her in his arms.

“Harry!” YN breaks the comfortable silence they were basking in, tucking her index finger inside the book she’s reading to mark the page when she closes it down on the towel.

Harry places his still open book down against his chest and looks at her with a questioning look from his position next to her, “Yes, baby?"

“We need to make a reservation for tonight!” She worries, stretching her torso so she could grab his cellphone resting on the towel beside Harry.

“I’ll do it now” he nods, picking the phone from her grasp and unlocking it with the code — he doesn’t use face id, and despite YN having told him many times it would just make his life easier, he claims he couldn’t be bothered to set it up and he honestly doesn’t know how to.

YN shifts to position her body from laying on her tummy to laying on her side, propping her elbow up so she could hold her head with her palm. She looks intently at Harry when he places the phone to his ear, mouthing to her that the line is ringing.

“Ciao” Harry says, “posso… posso prenotare un tavolo per stasera? Alle 20” YN raises from her position and sits with her legs crossed on the towel, watching down at Harry as he nods his head when the other person talks on the other side of the line, and he gives her a reassuring smile that everything is going okay, because, despite knowing he probably asked for a dinner reservation, she isn’t sure what he exactly said.

“Si… si… due persone” he nods, “alle otto” he repeats.

“Grazie mille… ciao”

“All done, they’re waiting for us at around eight” he tells her, putting the phone back on the towel beside him.

“How are you so amazing at everything that you do?” She asks, her eyes wide and soft.

Harry raises his gaze to meet hers, and when he takes in the bewildered look on her face, he erupts in a loud laugh, squeezing his eyes and opening his mouth, his two bunny teeth appearing.

“It’s not funny” she pouts, pinching her eyebrows.

When he’s calmed down, he raises his torso a bit, enough to be able to circle her shoulders with his arms and he tugs her down to his chest, plastering sweet kisses all over her salty hair.

“I love you so much” he smiles, lips still buried in her hair.

It’s later in the day now, and after basking in the sun all day, YN and Harry decided to head back home to start getting ready for their dinner in Rome.

Harry has a vinyl playing one of his favorite Italian artists, Rino Gaetano, and YN, despite not knowing the words, sways her body to the melody as she does her makeup in the bathroom, still in her towel, while Harry hums the words from under the shower.

The house is quiet and warm, the only sound being Harry’s voice mixing with the Italian singer's, and the cicadas singing from outside the garden, and YN wishes this day could go on forever and never end. She waits all winter for this exact moment, being so content with her boyfriend she doesn’t feel like doing anything in particular, her skin red from the sun and still salty despite the shower, her hair falling in waves down her back.

When Harry gets out of the bathroom, he’s wearing only his boxers, his skin is golden and tanned, making his tattoos even more noticeable and dark. YN is standing before her suitcase, trying to decide what to wear, and Harry walks slowly to her, swaying his hips playfully to the music with his mouth open showing his teeth in a sly smile.

“What are you doing?” She laughs when he takes her hand in his and tugs her up from her crouched position on the floor.

“Wanna dance a bit” he mumbles, making her do a spin in front of him and then tugging her back in his arms, against his chest.

They’re not properly dancing, just moving their embraced bodies to the music, but YN relaxes in his hold and lets him guide her. Before Harry, it used to take her a lot to be this carefree, she’d usually feel embarrassment when dancing or having fun in general, but since she met him, everything came easy to her, because she knew he’d never judge her, and she could let herself be playful without worrying about looking cringe-y.

“Può crescere un fiore da questo mio amore per teee…” Harry sings loudly, swaying their bodies from side to side to the rhythm of the catchy music.

“What does that mean?” She asks, curiously.

“He’s saying that a flower could blossom with all the love he has for his lover” he says softly, looking directly in her eyes. YN feels her heart clench in her chest with his words, and she wishes she understood the song enough to dedicate it to him.

Once the song ends, he takes her faces in both his hands and platters kisses all across her skin; first her cheeks, then the side of her mouth, then between her eyes, her closed eyelids, her forehead… and only after, he kisses her lips, harshly pushing his mouth against hers.

She loves when he’s like this. Sure, he’s affectionate always, especially behind closed doors, but there’s something about him when he’s rested that makes her insides all warm.

“We should get ready” she murmurs against his lips.

He nods his head, gives her another brief kiss, and parts from her mouth, walking to his bag to pick something to wear.

“This or this?” She asks Harry after a while, holding out two dresses before her, one is definitely more elegant, strapless and black, that ends around her mid tight, the other is more a sundress type of dress, midi length, white with small pink flowers and a heart shaped neckline.

Harry points to the white one and says, “i love that one”

She nods and goes along with his advice, tossing the black one back in her suitcase.

Once they’re both dressed, Harry wearing a colorful crochet shirt and some tailored grey pants, they make their way out the front door, locking the door behind them.

Harry unlocks the car door with his key and gets in first, then, he leans over the passenger seat to open the door for her from the inside, and YN gets in the passenger seat of the convertible Alfa Romeo.

When Harry starts the car, the engine roars and he puts the car’s gear in reverse, he places a hand on his girlfriends head rest and stretches his torso to look better behind them.

The drive to Rome is about an hour long, but the landscape makes the drive much more bearable. YN gets lost in the purple and orange colors the sky is turning, and she points every once in a while something for Harry to look at (“Harry, look at that bird!”, “oh my god are those men fishing?”).

The convertible car allows the wind to fly through her hair, and she breathes in the salty air coming from the beach, the sun a bright orange, almost disappearing in the water, and turning the water shiny in his wake.

Harry, sitting next to her, driving, shifts his gaze whenever she calls out to him, following her pointed finger with his eyes, lovingly, amazed by the way she perceives things.

“It’s so beautiful” she sighs dreamily, overwhelmed by the scenery developing before her eyes.

“Yeah… so beautiful” he whispers, but he isn’t looking out of the car, he’s looking right at her in the passenger seat, her hair messy from the wind and her cheeks and nose red from the sun.

When she turns her head to look at him, he’s turned his head toward the road, but she swore she could’ve felt his eyes on her when she was distracted by looking outside.

She doesn’t say anything, relaxing against her seat and stretching one hand out of the window, her fingers caressing the wind and spreading open with its force.

“How do you say ‘i love you’ in Italian?” She says after a while, turning her head to him with a mischievous smile spread across her face.

“Si dice… ti amo” he smiles to himself, his voice changing a bit with the switch to another language.

“Ti amo?” She repeats, and he nods eagerly at her question.

YN brings her hands to cup her mouth and, “Ti amo!!!” She shouts, her cupped hands amplifying her voice.

“Harry, ti amo” she repeats, laughing loudly at her own words and the feel of them on her tongue. She’s said I love you to him many times, but shouting it to the empty road before them, gives her a sort of unknown power she adores the feeling of.

“Say it again” he says, turning his head to her once they reach a stop.

“Ti amo” she giggles, and Harry cups her face with his hands and places a kiss against her lips.

“I love you too” he nods against her mouth, “i love you, I love you, I love you” he says between kisses, and he feels drunk despite being sober. Drunk with her vanilla scent, drunk with all the love he feels for her. Because with YN, he doesn’t have to be in Italy to love her. He’d love her everywhere. And he thinks about all the flowers in the world that blossomed with all the love he has for her.

#harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles one shot #harrystyles #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles masterlist #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader

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frogwithgun · 1 month

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Writing time!! I love writing for married Satosugu it's actually my favorite thing ever

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The girls have discovered an old photo album! Filled of pictures from Gojo and Getos high school days. They range from more serious photos to photos of silly little moments. It's adorable to them and lucky them their dad is home!

They both run up to him Mimiko holding the photo album and Nanako trying to get his attention. "Dad! Dad!" Geto hums and looks at the girls. "What? Mimiko? Where did you get that?" He says with a fond smile.

They both pull him to the couch and thrust the old photo album into his hands. He laughs and shakes his head. They sit on either side of him and open the album. Where Geto fondly looks through all the photos.

"Ah I remember that." He points to a photo of Gojo holding two sticks with Shoko following behind holding one. "We found a good Dango stand and he insisted on having two. Really he ate mine." The girls pointed to another photo.

He laughed again. Smiling as the memories came back. "We were having a movie night in the dorms. I got to pick the movie so I put on a horror." He chuckled looking at all the horrified expressions in the photo. "I wasn't allowed to pick the movie for a couple months after that."

They went through the photo album together. With Geto giving the story behind every photo. Fond smile on his face. "That was our wedding." The girls looked at it closely. "Daddy cries a lot." Geto nodded and sighed. "Yep. I tried to make him stop. But you know how he is."

Looking through the photo album was fun. Even more so when Gojo decided to join them. "And what's this?" He said with a teasing smile. Geto handed him the album and Gojo laughed. "We still have this? I thought we lost it a while ago." Geto smiled. "Seems like the girls found it."

"Makes sense. You two were always nosey." Protests from the girls filled the room as Geto laughed and pulled them into his sides. "Wait, you kept this?" And Gojo pulls out the end of a movie ticket from the album. While Geto goes bright red.

He looks away and the girls start teasing him. "Dads blushing!" He covers Nanakos mouth, only for Mimiko to start teasing him as well. "Dads blushing!" He sighs and shakes his head. "Suguru! I thought you threw this out."

Mimiko reachs for the ticket. "Wow this is an old movie." She mutters while Geto rolls his eyes. "It was a great movie. And the first date we ever went on." Nanako fake gags. "Gross." Gojo kisses Geto on the check and smiles. "Maybe we should watch it again."

"Maybe we should." That photo album is now displayed very neatly in their bedroom. And of course they decided to start a new one.

One with their family.

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God I'm such a sucker for the looking back on fond memories thing. It's so sweet. Btw if anyone would wanna see me write that first date of satosugu lemme know

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #mimiko and nanako #photo album #old memories #high school days #Having fun #Fluff #Wholesome

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irisintheafterglow · 1 year

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Just Wanna Keep Calling Your Name (gojo x you)

summary: you check on megumi and yuuji before they begin their mission to find tengen and unseal the honored one.

wc: 1.8k

cw/tags: angst/comfort with hopeful ending, swearing, mentions of eating and food, just sad separated found family things

note: part 3/4 of my "i don't wanna live forever" little series. yeah writing this made me so sad i just wanna tell them it'll be okay and this shit hasn't even been ANIMATED yet

likes/reblogs/feedback is appreciated <3

In any other circumstance, he’d be pushing you away in exaggerated melodrama because of how tightly you’re constricting him. He’d gently wiggle from your grip, saying something about you embarrassing him or that he wasn’t a kid who needed hugs anymore. You’d frown a little bit, staring at him in disappointment until he huffed in surrender and squeezed you even tighter. After a few moments, Satoru would inevitably come over and create a “Megumi-sandwich,” wrapping his lanky arms around both of your bodies and pressing a kiss to your cheek. Sometimes, Yuuji would catch wind of the affection and race over, tackling all three of you to the ground until you were in one familial heap. Satoru would take your hands and help you off the floor just to pull you to his lips. Yuuji would coo fondly at the show of affection while Megumi made a gagging gesture with his finger. In any other circumstance, it would be a perfectly normal hug.

But, these were not normal circumstances.

Because they weren’t normal circumstances, you weren’t able to utter a word before Megumi’s arms were shakily wound around your body, hiding his face in your shoulder and trembling. You catch Yuuji’s ashamed gaze from inside Megumi’s dorm and reach out your hand, which he takes and pulls both you and Megs closer to him. As much as you like to remind yourself that they’re capable of holding their own as sorcerers, you couldn’t ignore the reality that the Shibuya incident was not something that seasoned sorcerers should have experienced, much less two teenagers. With Panda, Inumaki, and Nobara in grave condition and Nanami soulless in the morgue downstairs, you were truly the only family the two boys had left. You never allow your mind to drift to Satoru.

“Eat, Megs. Please.” You set the bowl of ginger chicken in front of him, his favorite ever since he was little. You silently thanked past you for putting frozen containers of ginger chicken and spaghetti in the teacher’s lounge freezer, which you picked up on your way to check on the boys. The picture in front of you was tragically familiar–Megumi on his bed with a bowl of ginger chicken and his stuffed wolf in his lap. You couldn’t guess the last time the two ate, but it must have been quite a long time from how quickly Yuuji scarfed down the first bowl of spaghetti. The second tub of spaghetti is still warm, thankfully, and you slide the bowl over to him in understanding. Megumi, on the other hand, simply stared off into space, the enticing steam of the food unable to pierce his broken exterior. “I’m gonna take the wolf back if you don’t eat.” His eyes are dark and dangerous when they flick up to you, the same look he gave you for the past however many years you’d been using that threat. Despite its age, you’re surprised to find that it still works as he finally takes a bite of food. “Thank you.”

“When’s the last time you ate?”

“This morning. I had breakfast with Shoko.” You also tried one of her cigarettes again and hated them just as much as the first time. She’d poured a few shots for you before work to make it up to you.

“Coffee doesn’t count as breakfast,” Megumi deadpans and your first impulse is to laugh. But, you can’t stop the memory that breaks loose and it slams into you like a freight train.

He was giving you that odd look again, something between the lines of skeptical and adoration. You stick your tongue out at him in defiance and his hand finds yours from the driver’s seat of the car. It was an early morning mission and you argued that you deserved a treat after dragging him out of bed. To Ijichi’s annoyance, Satoru stops at a grocery store, running in to grab you a muffin and scolding you for not having enough fuel for the day. He kissed you so fervently when he returned to the car, like you were going to disappear in his absence. He said he could taste the coffee on your lips and that you didn’t make it right; when you looked at him with an offended expression, he shrugged and said he made you the best coffee. You’d never admit it, but he was right.

“I-I had a muffin, too.” Despite your best efforts, your voice still comes out as a choke and Megumi’s face falls guiltily. He knows exactly what his words had accidentally triggered. “I split it with Shoko.” You take his hand while he avoids your eyes, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles reassuringly. “Eat, Megs. It’s okay.”

“Did the higher-ups really confine you to the school?” Yuuji asks after he’s finished the second tub of spaghetti. “I heard…some things about you and it made me nervous.”

You hum in assent. “Well, I’m still alive. There’s no way I’d let them kill me before checking on you two.” The words are meant to be reassuring but aren't received that way as their heads both snap to look at you in alarm. “Yeah, no point in lying. We talked about it, before everything happened. I know he didn’t say anything about it because he didn’t want to worry you, but we discussed what would happen in his…absence.”

“Have they sent anyone yet?” Megumi’s voice is low and threatening but you knew the warning wasn’t directed toward you.

“No, but I also know they haven’t sent anyone after Yuuji either, right?” They nod but still eye you warily. You give them a weak smile in an attempt to ease their worries. “So, that means the brass is still such a shit-show that they can’t dispatch sorcerers to apprehend Satoru’s associates. We have time, but not a lot of it.”

“We have a plan. Or, at least, the beginnings of one. To get him back,” Yuuji says carefully, each word delicate like you were a grenade on the verge of exploding. Your walls go up immediately, shutting down to prevent the storm of emotions that welled up at the optimistic hope in his words. “We’re going to unseal him.” The sentence goes in one ear and out of the other; you can tell by their expressions that your eyes have gone empty and blank. It wasn’t anything against them. You just couldn’t handle thinking about him too much, lest you truly break down.

“Okay. Try your best.” Your smile is pained and forced, but you still nod in weak encouragement. Megumi’s eyebrows suddenly furrow in thought, like he’d remembered something important. “What is it, Megs?”

“Who is Toji?”

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Satoru, Satoru please. Satoru, please look at me,” your voice cracks into broken cries while your hands frantically shake his shoulders, willing him to wake up. “Baby, I need you to look at me, please. Satoru, please, baby. Please, I can’t–” You can’t breathe. The words are getting caught in your throat and staying there. Every inhale tastes like blood and every exhale emphasizes your boyfriend’s lack of a pulse. “I can’t get to Suguru, Satoru. I can’t get to Suguru and he needs you. I need you. I need you, please. Please, wake up.” The tiniest bit of movement catches your eye and you stare in amazement at his hand, drenched in a pool of his own blood, twitching and violently blazing Cursed Energy. “There you are, baby. Come back to me.”

“He was a sorcerer from the Zenin clan. Why do you ask?”

“Was?” Megumi echoes, and it’s your turn to mirror his confused expression. “Like, he’s dead?”

“Yeah, he’s been dead for over a decade. Again, why do you ask?”

“There was a guy that Naobito called ‘Toji’ in Shibuya with us. He had no Cursed Energy but was stronger than the special-grades we were fighting.” Dread drops into your stomach like a dead weight. Fushiguro Toji coming back from the dead was the last fucking thing you needed.

“Is the man still alive?”

“No, and that’s what I’m curious about. He asked me what my last name was and then killed himself when I said ‘Fushiguro.’ He could have killed me, but he didn’t. I just want to know if I have any kind of connection to that man.”

“I see.” You felt guilty for lying to the boy’s face, but you also recognized that it was Satoru’s decision alone if he wanted to tell Megumi about his family history. “I’m not sure, then. I’m sorry.” He nods, face taut in suppressed disappointment and you rush to change the subject. You could feel time passing too quickly, the instinctual feeling that they had to keep moving hanging over your head. “I read about your fight with Awasaka in the report. Thank you for taking care of each other and taking care of yourselves.” You didn’t mean to strike a nerve, but your chest aches when they simultaneously dart their faces away, contorting in quiet agony.

“He killed thousands using my body,” Yuuji hisses, squeezing his eyes closed to shut out the memory. “I don’t deserve gratitude for my survival–”

“Stop. Don’t tell me that I can’t be grateful you survived,” you state firmly and you feel emotions start to well up in your eyes again for the first time in hours. All three of you have tears quietly streaming down your cheeks; you have no more energy for the hiccuping and gasping-type of sobs that wracked your body days earlier. “You’re alive to keep fighting, so please recognize that as important.”

“Would you ever marry me, Satoru?”

He looks at you like you’d just suggested cliff diving into sharp rocks. “Of course. Once all this shit is sorted out with Sukuna and I reform Jujutsu Society, we’ll have a rager wedding.”

You scoff in disbelief. “You want to have a rager wedding?”

“Was that not what you had in mind?”

“Mmm…no. I was thinking something small, you know, with Yuuji and Megs and Nanami and Shoko and the rest of your students. Save your strobe lights and fog machines for the bachelor party.” You both know damn well Nanami would never set foot in a club with Satoru, but it was still a funny image for the mind.

“You want to involve my students in our wedding?”

“I thought that was self-explanatory. You care about them, I care about you, so I automatically care about them. Whatever you would do for your students, I would too.”

“I’d pull down the planets for you, you know.”

“Just the planets? You must not love me that much tonight.” His eyes shine in the moonlight as he rubs his nose against yours. “Break up with me now and put me out of my misery.”

“You underestimate my abilities, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep. I’d pull down every planet in the entire universe for you if you asked, not just the ones in this solar system.”

“There’s my sappy Satoru.”

“I’m yours forever.”

“Do your best, okay?” You say before Megumi and Yuuji leave to find Master Tengen, leaving you alone in Megumi’s dorm. Reaching over for his stuffed wolf, you summon a portal and store it in your domain for safe-keeping. You’d give it to him when you were all together again, your boys and your boyfriend.

I’m yours forever.

#jjk x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo jjk #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo x y/n #jjk angst #jjk hurt/comfort

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sprdmywings · 2 years

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sprdmywings ; [ dates ]

🍓 ; ot8 x m reader - track three

🍓 ; (established relationship) where they take you on a date

🍓 ; back

chan spoils you 🍓

he is a busy man, constantly cooped up in the studio working. but! that doesn't mean he doesn't have time for you or taking you out. he could have piles over piles of work to do, but would still make time to take you out for a nice fancy dinner if you need it. that being said, chan would take you to an expensive restaurant. the amount of love in his eyes as he watches you go to town on good food is sickening.

# "You like it here?" Chan smiled at you fondly, wiping crumbs from the corner of your mouth. "Yeah! The food is so good," you giggled and took another bite, "but it seems a little expensive.." He tutted and shook his head. "No, don't worry about the bill. I'll get it. Enjoy your food, baby."

expect more overpriced restaurant dates.

minho likes quality time 🍓

if you think that he would bring you to a restaurant, you are partially wrong. of course, he would take you out occasionally, but he prefers to make dinner with you. as soon as you get home his hand is around yours and leading you to a grocery store. tons of messes are ensured, but that doesn't stop you from having fun.

# "Wait, y/n, you have to pour that in h—" Minho sighed as you poured the ingredient into the wrong bowl. "God, you're such a dumbass. Set the table, I'll finish this up."

at least you did a good job preparing the table! you earned a forehead kiss and a delicious meal cooked by yours truly.

changbin enjoys gym dates 🍓

this man has so much muscle and you best believe he loves getting more. he would definitely want to work out with you, too. maybe he'll take you out to dinner afterwards, takeout or something. he just wants to be with his two favorite things: gyms and you.

# "Bin," you whined, "it hurts!" Changbin rushed over, worry in his eyes. "Let me help you.." He gently fixed your posture, strong hands easing the uncomfort away. "There you go! You're doing great, babe. We'll get you some muscles in no time!"

bonus points if you have like, really low stamina. he will practically drag you for a workout date.

hyunjin is such a prince 🍓

hyunjin is so boyfriend material its unreal. dont expect anything less than fancy restaurants or star gazing in a beautiful field that looks almost enchanted. he makes sure that you have the best time of your life and feel like the prince that you are.

# You gazed up at the stars, a soft smile playing on your lips. "The stars are so beautiful, Hyune." You turned your head towards Hyunjin, not expecting him to be looking at you rather than the stars in the sky. "Not as beautiful as you, my love. Your beauty outdoes any galaxy easily. My precious boyfriend." He smiled and intertwined your fingers together. Nothing beats seeing you all flustered over his smooth words.

he makes me so sick (affectionately)

jisung is all over the place 🍓

you never know with han jisung. he's so stupid that you would think he doesn't know how to plan a date. spoiler alert! he doesn't. he wants you to be happy so bad that he ran around asking people what things people like on dates. he just wants you have a good time :( after a while, though, he gathered up your interests and decided on a movie date at home. he figured watching your favorite movies while cuddling into your side is the best way to go.

# You stepped out into the living room, shocked to see the cutest little setup with snacks and blankets. "I,, I know it's not much, but.. I hope you like it!" Pouncing onto him, you lathering him in kisses. "Jisung! This is so nice, I love you!"

show your upmost gratitude. poor baby wandered everywhere just to make you, the love of his life, happy.

felix brings you to cafés 🍓

he just adores the idea of bringing you to a café. especially cat ones!! he loves watching you play with all the kittens; you look so cute with balls of fluff curled up in your lap. he can't help taking a picture and cooing at you.

# "Hey, darling! Look over here!" You turned your head to the voice, smiling at the camera while petting the white cat next to you. "Oh my gosh, you're so sweet!" Felix giggled and ran to show you the picture, "I can't tell who's cuter, the cats or you!"

just,, be aware of an angry minho sending you texts.

seungmin keeps it classy 🍓

seungmin would choose something not too fancy. a restaurant that has all your favorite foods and a comforting atmosphere. he did his best trying to find the perfect restaurant for you. and, though he would never admit it, spent hours in doing so.

# "Oh, Seungmin!" You squeezed his hand, glee filling your senses. "This is perfect!" He squeezed back, "I know. I pick the best places."

he always gets so happy to see you happy.

jeongin prepares picnics for you 🍓

he is always exploring new ideas for dates. however, picnics are by far his favorite. the thought of seeing the sun shine down onto your form, praising the sandwiches he made makes him giddy with love. it didnt take too long to prepare it, but he enjoys how you still manage to find it romantic.

# You bit into a chip, looking around the outstandingly beautiful area Jeongin has picked for the date. "You're so pretty, y/n." He doesn't miss the way you stutter and get all red. "That was so random, but thanks. For the compliment and taking me on this cute date."

— this was supposed to be a skz anniversary thing but its already april so uhm 😓

@sprdmywings # do not copy/steal or translate any works

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holocene-sims · 7 months

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next // previous

august 26, 2021 4:00 a.m. a balcony, somewhere

time somehow seems to simultaneously slow to a crawl and race beyond the speed of light. grant doesn’t remember when they’d ended up perched like lovebirds at the pinnacle of a staircase, peering out over the night-drenched landscape, but it must have been a while ago. customers have long since stopped streaming in and out of the restaurant on the street below.

he remembers in better detail the stream of their conversation–they’d shifted from food and a strangely peaceful, humorous discussion of kicking the bucket to movies, and at some point, paranormal stories came up along the way.

it’d be hard to forget talking to yunha.

there’s something curiously enrapturing about her, something that had drawn him to her when he first made eye-contact with her.

the look in her eyes, maybe. it’s piercing, like she’s baring right through your skin and into your soul, but not malicious or judgmental. it’s friendly, it’s curious, it’s playful.

the way she speaks, maybe. she’s the most engaged conversationalist he’s ever encountered. everything you say, whether she agrees or disagrees, is met with affirmations and a lot of nodding. yes, yes, of course. i see, i see. i understand. ohhh, wow! really?

she’s unraveling every shard of the puzzle that is his personality and piecing it back together in one whole picture, analyzing it. figuring it out. appreciating it.

or maybe it’s the sweetness that radiates off her. she appears unafraid to smile, instead all too happy to flash those pretty, crooked bunny teeth for the world to see.

“so, i'm going to guess you’re not accidentally good at singing.”

she seems not to mind revealing her own puzzle pieces either, and the more she says about herself, the more fascinated he is with her. with who she is. with what makes her tick.

“i hope it’s not an accident,” yunha replies, laughing, “because shit, then years worth of practice was a waste.”

“time enjoyed is never time wasted.”

the unabashed cringe of the line garners an immediate eye roll, but she still seems to find it funny.

they’ve definitely been sitting here a while. grant straightens his back, fixing his gradually slouching posture, and is is met with an immediate flash of pain, distinct from the chronic dull ache underlying every day of his life, that radiates down every vertebra.

“what got you into music, though?”

yunha’s rosy pink lips purse in thought as she dwells on the question.

“a lot of things. my parents like music. i listened to a lot of different kinds of songs my whole life, first with them, and then later with my friends. i had some time between classes and studying to spend having fun, but i couldn't spend any money, so my friends and i would go to this music store. we walked around and picked random albums to listen to on the headphones. we never bought anything.”

grant nods supportively. “what’s, like, the first album you remember really liking? or albums. you don’t have to pick one.”

“ah! i treasure so many albums. seo taiji and boys IV. i think that’s still my favorite nostalgic album ever. i also remember fondly, um, this girl’s in love with you by aretha franklin. i heard that at the music store, and i was so impressed by her talent. i still am.”

“i'm not a music expert. surprise! i know, i know, i'm sorry to tell you, i did not practice for centuries for that wonderful spice girls performance earlier. no, but seriously, i most often just listen to the same old emo stuff i liked when i was 13. so, unfortunately i don’t know the first album at all, at least not yet, but i do know the second one. you have fantastic taste, that’s a classic.”

despite his ignorance, yunha still smiles from ear to ear. “you should look up the first one! look up, like, seo taiji ‘come back home.’ that’s the most popular song on the album. i don’t wanna bias you, so listen on your own and make your own opinions.”

“wilco. and if you don’t mind me asking, how’d you turn the interest in music into a skill? you are talented, but i know it's very much a skill. it does take a lot of practice to become tangibly good at music.”

“to express myself,” yunha says plainly, “it’s easier to tell your story in art than talking about it, and singing is free. you don’t need supplies to learn it. but yes, i needed that kind of outlet, you know? i always liked singing, always did it, but i needed more than only entertainment from it over time.”

“oh yeah, art is helpful. i really should have gotten on that train earlier. i got on board about a year ago. it's much better for you than intellectualizing everything. or at least that's what i tend to do. do you perform, by the way? outside of karaoke, that is."

"sometimes. but also, not in a long time."

there falls a brief, but peaceful lull in the conversation. grant’s eyes draw to black night sky as he recalls the last haphazard art he’d created–the mushy-gushy attempt at processing the universe. seeing it hanging above him now, his thoughts are no less conflicting. light pollution washes out the shining sea of stars, but the sky still retains its beauty, its bewilderment. visible or not, an infinite chain of dimensions and celestial bodies exist in the vacuum of space, orbiting independent of him, yet factoring in the tiny fraction of his mass on the mass of the earth in their delicate ballerina dance across the fabric of spacetime.

the universe must have created me for some reason, for something other than anguish.

his own words. again. ever-present.

“i miss seeing the stars.” yunha’s buttery soft voice breaks his concentration. “you can’t see anything here.”

“polaris.” grant raises his left arm and draws his index finger across the sky until it hovers above the only star he’s seen thus far. “technically, that means we should be able to see sirius, too, but we don’t need to get all science-y and talk about magnitude and that polaris isn’t–”

“i would like it if you did.”

she was thinking of the stars, too.

synchronicity.

“aw shucks! well. i’ll say this, polaris isn’t the brightest star. we just talk about it way more frequently because it has the most cultural significance in the northern hemisphere for, you know, navigation reasons. but hey, give it about 12,000 more years, and it even won’t be the north star anymore. thank you, wobbly earth axis. but also boo, woobly earth axis, because it's a little sad to think about.”

yunha’s eyes glitter with fascination. “it’ll be something else?”

“yep! the next north star will be vega,” he explains, “come on down, you’re the next contestant!”

“maybe we’ll see it happen.”

“if my consciousness is still floating around as little dust particles, that’d be pretty sick. you know? forget fly me to the moon, fly me to vega. why not?”

“i don’t think i'll be dust,” yunha says, not missing a beat at all, even as her focus remains fixed on the faintest twinkle emanating from polaris, “it’s kind of troubling. you don’t want to be, like, stuck in the whole cycle of the universe, but if you’re still here, you can see some really beautiful things.”

“ah. reincarnation?”

“if you’re asking me, you’re not going to be dust. either you escape the suffering or you come back in some kind of physical form, human or not, and you try again.”

grant thinks about it for a moment. and then the feelings, like usual, spill out at once.

“i'm not going to lie, that idea has always given me the heebie-jeebies. i think it’s very cool as a concept, but i'm, like, man, i don’t want to do this shit again. also, look, we're doing the thing again. oh, and shit, that sounded judgmental. i just run my mouth too much."

"most people don't know they lived before. you can't really remember your other lives without a lot of study," she answers, "and no, you don't. i prefer to hear your real opinion. it's actually stupid when people tell you what they think you want to hear."

"do you ever wonder what you were up to last go-around?"

"not too much, but i always heard strange birthmarks and scars are signs from your last death. fears, too. things you avoid. so, i guess, like, a clown stabbed me in the neck with needles."

"are you afraid of storm drains, by any chance? if so, i think pennywise had it out for you."

"hahaha." yunha shakes her head. "wait, i have to ask. is it not worse thinking you can only live once? that's not uncomfortable? feeling like you have to make everything perfect in your one lifetime?"

"oh no, it's terrifying. dying and just being done with everything is eerie, too, because there are nice things to do and see here in the real world. you’re right about that. and yeah, there is a lot of pressure to get it all right. also, that's not even mentioning that there are people i love that i don’t want to be gone forever. i'd like to think they remain somehow. conscious or not. i kind of think they do, but i don’t know. am i contradicting myself? capital-P probably."

“you don’t know what to think.”

grant immediately bursts out laughing. “yeah, no, absolutely not. i do not know. i just kinda waffle around and hope some scientist throws out some numbers and whatnot that proves some explanation of everything correct. but that’s impossible. it’s literally impossible. we can’t even simulate or predict the wacky physics that were going on at the exact moment the big bang happened.”

“not to be, like, all quirky, but...” yunha reaches over, patting him on the shoulder. “maybe don’t think about it? you’re gonna go crazy. you can just not know? and it's fine. this doesn’t mean anything anyway. the answer to anything is already in you, it’s not out there.”

and then she, too, starts giggling all over again and her cheeks blush deep red from sheepish cringe.

another stereotypical line, but he doesn't mind. they sound better coming from her than him anyhow.

a second later and she checks the time on her phone. her cheesy smile erodes into a slight frown.

“ahh, i really need to leave soon. i have a schedule in the morning.”

grant checks the time as well, drawing the sleeve of his hoodie up just enough to read the minuscule roman numerals on his watch.

on the watch an ex-girlfriend gifted him. not päivi, but...

4:00 a.m.

fuck.

right.

you’re leaving the country in two hours.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS #*screams into the void*#i have too many thoughts and i need to WATCH IT in my tags gushing because i will reveal too much either way #all i'm gonna say for now is ermmmmm i've been thinking about these scenes for literal years and i am pretty happy with how they came out #also i needed to advance the plot a bit for [REDACTED] story elements hence the unusual conversations #but nonetheless i love people getting to be a little funky and weird with each other and idk i've had similar encounters with random people #classmates and whatnot and you just find yourself talking about topics that are hard to get into but somehow you did #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: yunha

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