#Mai probably saying something flirty and/or snarky

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Dating Yandere Marko Would Include:

He's protective to a point that it may seem possessive to the average individual. He's clingy to the point where he doesn't want you to be more than a couple feet away from him at any given time.

He's also loving, and devoted to the point of obsession, he'd do anything for you, no matter what. He likes to tease and play mind games with you.

He's got a love of pet names and will use them with you at every given opportunity. He's also quite flirty around you, especially in front of other people, to make it clear that you're his.

He's quite loving and will constantly shower you in affection whenever he can. He'd give you gifts and compliments at every opportunity he could get. He can be quite flirty and seductive, but also quite jealous of other people that you give your attention to.

He puts on a bit of a persona in front of others, acting as a calm and collected individual and sometimes a bit snarky and sarcastic. He'll be very clingy towards you if he can, usually putting an arm around you or having his hand on your waist to keep you close to him.

He'd give rewards to you for even the smallest things like listening to him or agreeing with him on something. Though, the rewards will increase with more and more impressive things you do. He likes to shower you with both physical gifts and affection.

He'd do punishments for disobedience or even just for the fun of it. He may make you do simple things like cleaning up, or he may just take away certain privileges like spending time with friends or family. He also has a thing for punishments that are more physically intimate and painful.

He can get quite passionate when he's angry, and will often raise his voice when arguing. He'll yell and shout a good bit, and will sometimes try to manipulate you and guilt trip you into feeling bad for the things you say or do. Overall, he can tend to be more of the instigator when it comes to fighting with one another and may become slightly physically aggressive.

He would take you on dates that are quite exciting and enjoyable, often being very active and having a lot to do. He'd probably be a bit flirty and touchy on the dates, but would also try to not be subtle about his affection for you while you're out and about. He'd make sure to take you to places that you'd enjoy, and also make sure to make the date exciting and memorable.

He's very loving and physically affectionate towards you. He'll shower you in kisses and hugs, and will constantly put his hands on you, whether it's on your thigh, waist, hair, or face. He'll nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck often and will be sure to hold your hand, or even just have you in the same area as him constantly.

He will kill anyone who threatens his relationship with you or gets in the way of your time together. He's very protective and will take anyone who tries to get between you two out of the picture pretty quickly. He's very possessive and is willing to do whatever it takes to keep you close to him.

He would definitely try to get you to become a vampire just like him, and would be adamant that you become one so that you can be with him forever, and to have your powers match his. If you refuse at first, he'll try to change your mind with his charm and persuasion, and if it still takes time, he'll start to use manipulation and guilt-tripping to sway you into becoming one with him.

The guys all tend to tease him about his clinginess towards you and make fun of him for being "whipped" a good bit. However, they all do generally like you and will occasionally support his possessive attitude and will sometimes even join him in being overprotective. Star and Laddie also like you quite a bit, as he's been more lively and happier since you came along.

He would not take it well, and would most likely try his absolute hardest to stop you. He'd try to use his charm and manipulate you into staying with him, even bringing in the others to help sway you. If it got really bad, he would probably even try to use force to keep you from leaving. He'd do anything to keep you with him and would do whatever it takes to make sure you stay his.

Max is quite annoyed with his clinginess and his overly possessive attitude towards you and gets quite frustrated having to see him constantly hovering around you. Overall, he views his clinginess and possessiveness as a bit childish and annoying.

He's all for the idea of marriage and will probably bring up the idea quite often. He'll be very excited about the idea of getting to spend the rest of his life with you and will plan out the wedding as fast as he can. He'd get a bit clingy and excited at the thought of finally being able to fully call you his as his and would be sure to spoil you at every opportunity.

He'd want to have children almost immediately after the wedding. He's quite excited at the idea of being a dad, and would constantly talk to you about having kids, wanting at least a few. He'd start looking up cribs, names, and everything as soon as the possibility of having them became a reality.

He'd be quite disappointed at the fact that you didn't want kids but would attempt to persuade you to change your mind. If it was because you couldn't have kids, however, that would take a lot of the disappointment out of it, though he'd probably still find himself a little bit sad about it. He'd try to find out ways for y'all to have kids in some way, such as adoption (taking another child, much like Laddie), but ultimately, he'd understand if it couldn't be helped.

"I need you more than I need air. You're the only one who understands me and makes me feel alive. You're the one my heart beats for, and the thought of losing you is unbearable. You're the only one who truly sees me for who I am, and your love is the only thing that matters to me in this world. I can't imagine life without you."

Edging - Bringing you to the brink of orgasm repeatedly, only to deny you release, builds frustration and desperation, which he can use to manipulate and control your actions and responses.

Pain Infliction - He takes great pleasure in inflicting various forms of physical and emotional pain upon you. This includes spanking, whipping, choking, and other forms of corporal punishment designed to test your endurance and obedience.

Restraint and Bondage - Securing you with ropes, cuffs, or other bondage gear allows him to fully control your body and movements. Seeing you helpless and at his mercy is immensely arousing.

Sensation Play - Using various tools and techniques to stimulate your senses, such as tickling, teasing, temperature play, and light impact, keeps you on edge and responsive to his commands.

Foot fetish - Focusing attention on feet, including kissing, licking, sucking toes, and massaging soles, can be a highly pleasurable and underappreciated aspect of sensual touch for him.

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Chapter Two - To Curse For: You take your pet demon to work at the gentlemen's club for the first time where you learn of his jealous side. But when a customer gets unruly, maybe it's not the worst thing.

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“You gonna stare all day or are we gonna go kill some people?”

The nerve of this man to pop up, freak you the fuck out, and then get snarky like he owns the place.

Even now, he’s sitting on your couch in your apartment with his feet kicked up on your coffee table like you’re the one intruding on his space.

“I don’t wanna kill anybody.”

He pouts. He fucking pouts. “You’re no fun. What are we supposed to do then?”

“Why the hell would you think I want to kill someone?”

“You summoned me for protection so I just assumed that you wanted me to kill the object of your fear.” 

Alright, you’ll let him have that. That’s fair. But with law enforcement as a parent, that’s the last thing you need to do. But you have a few questions for him before this goes any further.

“How much can you interact with the world?” You start things off with that one because you need to know if you have to come up with a cover story for him.

“As much as I want. Why? Wanna have some fun?” He replies while wiggling his eyebrows. Lucky you, you accidentally summoned a protection demon by day and sex demon by night.

“Ugh, you’re ridiculous. So, can other people see you? Touch you?”

“If I let them.”

“So, if I had someone come over but I didn’t want them to see you, could you become invisible?” And you punctuate invisible with air quotes.

“Sure can. But why would you wanna hide me? Look at this face,” he says while smiling. 

“How long are you going to be here?”

“Until you feel that you no longer need protection and I fill up my end of the contract.”

“What does that mean?”

He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees while looking you right in the eye before speaking, “what you did, summoning, bonded us. You summoned me to help protect you, that’s the contract. I can’t allow anyone else or anything else to hurt you, so long as it’s within my power. Once I’ve upheld my end of the bargain, that’s it. So, if someone was trying to kill you and I killed them, that’s the end of the contract.”

You really wish that you knew that you were inadvertently bonding yourself into a contract with a demon when you used that summoning spell but there’s nothing that you can do about it now.

“What happens after that’s done? Do you leave?”

He smiles, but not a charming flirty boy smile. This one is significantly more sinister and his eyes start to glow making it even creepier. “I’ll eat you, babe.”

Your eyes probably couldn’t get any wider than they are right now. Eyes wide like cherry pies is an understatement and your new demon companion seems to find this entertaining. 

“What the hell do you mean when you say you’ll eat me?”

“Well, technically, just your soul.”

That didn't calm your fears down at all. 

“Why the hell would you eat my soul?!”

“That’s the payment that I receive once our contract is complete, that’s how it works.”

You’re completely frozen in silence because you were not expecting a sharp turn like that. If you’d known something like that would happen, you would have avoided this stuff altogether and just taken the risk in life without these little helpers. You may not truly know how much a soul plays apart in your life or the afterlife, but it’s clearly significant seeing as this is what he wants.

“What happens to me when you do that?” You ask in a small voice.

“That’s the end of your life span. Sorry.” He speaks about this so flippantly as if it’s not a big deal. It may not be to him, but his bedside manner could use some work.

“What if something happens to me before the contract is fulfilled?”

“That won’t happen.”

“But what if it does?”

“It won’t.”

“Humor me, what if it does?”

“Then you keep the soul and you go whoever you humans think that you go to after death.”

You’re already trying to think of a loophole in your head. You probably should’ve went to law school because lawyers are good at shit like this.

But you do have one big question, “what if I’m the person who handles the situation? What if someone really is after me and I handle it myself? What happens to me then?”

He taps his chin with his index finger in a dramatic thinking pose and all you can think is that he has the most beautiful and long fingers you’ve ever seen on a man.

Well, a demon.

Damn you and your lust ridden brain. Stop lusting after a demon.

He finally speaks and you’re grateful for it ripping you out of your lewd imagination. “Well, that’s never happened before. So, I don’t know.”

That’s not helpful.

“I have a question for you,” he says and it immediately makes you nervous.

“Why did you say ‘if?’ You said that you summoned me for protection. Do you not need it?”

“I’m not sure.”

He raises a brow at you and your anxiety starts to rise. 

“How are you not sure?”

“It’s just a feeling, mostly. I always feel like I’m being watched and I was hoping a simple spell would make me feel better.” You explain your history to him and emphasize that the reasons you’re so uneasy is because the culprits for the worst event in your life have yet to be found. 

“Alright,” he finally says after a beat of silence. “This’ll be fun then. It’ll be like our own investigation!”

You didn’t think he’d look at this like it’s a trip to the amusement park but if that’s what gets his motivation going for something like this, you’ll let him have that.

He gets serious for a moment and once again, you’re freaking out.

“Before things go any further, we should get a few things clear. One, you belong to me. That means that you won’t be summoning anyone else to help you. I’m yours and you’re mine. Got it?” 

You nod and he takes that as an answer and continues, “two, there’s no getting out of this contract. I’m sorry that you walked into this blindly, but it’s done so it’s time to move on and figure out what’s happening. Clear?”

You nod in agreement again.

“Three, you can give me orders as long as they’re within my power. But no, you can’t give me any order that’ll violate the contract so don’t even ask. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Great!” His smile returns and you’re wondering how you can use this to your advantage. 

Maybe you can help other people in the process so that your soul doesn’t feel like it’s lost for what is probably baseless paranoia.

“Hey, I have a question. If I’m not really sure that there is anything going on with me, how could you fulfill this? What if there is someone following me but some random guy tries to attack me when I’m walking down the street?”

“I’ll kill him,” he says immediately in such a serious tone. “But that won’t end anything.”

“How do you know if I don’t even really know?”

“I can sense it, in your heart and in your soul. You may not truly know what’s going on, but I can feel it. You feel like someone is after you and it may be related to your parents, right? I’ll know that when we get there. So no, you won’t get your soul eaten because some stranger ran you down with their carriage.”

You pause for a moment because what did he say?

“I’m sorry. With a what?!”

“A carriage, duh. How else do you get around? Please don’t tell me that we have to walk everywhere.”

“How old are you?”

“You’re never supposed to ask an incredibly beautiful individual their age.”

You don’t think that’s how it goes but who cares. Guess he’ll just learn about the world as he’s here.

“So, when do we get started?” He asks with enthusiasm lacing his voice.

“Uhhh, I don’t have anywhere to go today because I don’t have to work and I usually feel safer at home. So, I guess we can get started on your investigation tomorrow.” You phrase it as if it’s a question even though you’re not going to go run around outside just to prove a point to him. 

“Okay! What else can we do today? What’s that?” He asks while pointing at your tv.

It’s then that you realize that this is going to be a long fucking day.

“Hey,” you try to calm his excitement and get his attention. “What am I supposed to call you? What’s your name?”

“They called me Satoru Gojo when I was still alive.” Still alive? “You can call me that.” 

“What do they call you now that you’re not alive?” 

“The honoured one!” He boasts proudly at what you can only assume is his demonic nickname.

“How’d anyone come up with that?”

“I made it up myself because it sounds cool.” 

You just sigh because you swear this fucking guy has more energy than a five year old outside on a playground. “Okay, Gojo.”

You explain to him as much as you can about the world that you think he can understand without seeing and doing things himself. You’ll explain cars and all of that later. For now, you introduced him to your television and your extensive dvd collection and that seems to have him entertained.

“They’re like plays on this little box!” 

Alright, he’s actually kind of cute.

Maybe a companion with some abilities whose only purpose is to serve you isn’t so bad to have around. Especially when he looks like that.

Let’s be honest, if you saw him walking down the street, you’d absolutely flip your hair in an attempt to get his attention.

He’s gorgeous from head to toe and even that may be an understatement. He already captures your attention when he stands at a height of six foot three and you’re pretty petite yourself. You think it looks cute seeing a size difference between people and he stands out for that. But even if he didn’t, his head of snowy white hair would capture your attention. And if that still didn’t work, he has the bluest eyes in the fucking world, no comparison. You can’t even think of the exact shade of blue to match them because they’re so unique and it seems like they sparkle when he looks at you. If he wasn’t a demon, you’d take your panties off and throw them at him as a subtle way to get his attention. 

It’s funny because you used to think that your ex boyfriend Choso was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen and the only thing they have in common is being tall. Choso had black hair and dark eyes and a very chill personality where this nut on your couch is excited over every little thing. 

Before you can think on it for too long, your phone rings.

“Ooohh, what’s that?!” This fucking guy.

“It’s just my phone. I’ll be right back.” Once you see it’s your boss, you head to your room for some privacy but the attempt was futile because as soon as you open your door, Gojo is fucking there laid on your bed, propped up on an elbow. 

“What the fuck?”

“I wanna see what that is,” he points at the phone in your hand.

“I’ll show you later. My boss is calling so please be quiet.”

“Tryna hide me?” He asks with a smirk.

For fuck’s sake.

“Please, it could be important.” He holds his hands up in surrender and you answer the call, “hi Mr. Sukuna.”

“Hey pretty girl.” As soon as those words leave his lips, you see Satoru’s eyes squint. 

Did he hear that?

“Hi, sir.”

“I know you’re not on the schedule, but I was wondering if you could cover for another girl tonight.”

You really don’t want to because once you accept in your mind that you have nothing better to do, having to leave the house feels like such a drag. But, it’s an opportunity to build up more of a savings and Satoru can take a look around for anyone suspicious so maybe it’s not the worst thing.

“I’ll do it. But I might be a little late because I have to get ready.”

“That’s fine, I’ll see you when you get here,” that’s the last thing he says before hanging up the phone. This man is two things and two things only; flirty and curt.

You’ve been working for Ryomen Sukuna for the past few years and he’s always been really good to you. He owns a gentlemen’s club called To Curse For which you work at and have worked there since you turned eighteen. You may have been a little young to work there and Suguru wasn’t particularly a fan of the breaking of the rules, but Mr. Sukuna was always good to you and protective of you so Suguru just kept a close eye on him. The bouncers at the club always made sure that nobody put their hands on you and Mr. Sukuna always personally walked you to your car unless he wasn’t there that night, which was rare. 

“Alright, looks like we are going out tonight after all,” you say to Gojo.

“Sounds good…… Pretty Girl.”

“You heard that?!”

“Of course I did. I have real good ears.”

You’re glad he told you that before you broke out your vibrator while you’re in another room. 

“Good to know. I’m gonna take a shower and start getting ready.”

You go to your closet and pull out two towels for your shower and hang them on the rod in the bathroom. You turn on the water and give it a few moments to heat up and you pull out some of your makeup items in the meantime to have them ready to go. While you do like to enjoy the experience of getting ready, you know that tonight you have to be efficient since this is a last minute thing.

Once you see steam coming from the shower, you go to your bathroom and close the door.

“Hey!” You hear Gojo shout from the opposite side.

You open the door with what must be pure confusion written all over your face, “is something the matter?”

“You’re just gonna lock me out?”

“Gojo, I’m gonna take a shower.”

“So what! You think you’re the first pair of titties I’ve seen?” 

“What?! No! But why do you have to come in here with me?”

“I’m supposed to protect you!” He yells like it’s the most natural reason in the world.

“I know, but I’m just taking a shower. Nobody is going to kill me here. Can’t you just wait out here?”

“Fine,” he relents but looks a little disappointed. “But we have to have another talk when you’re done.”

You agree and then close the door again. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were in a rush, you would absolutely stay in here for two hours allowing your hair to luxuriate in conditioner. But unfortunately, you don’t have that kind of time today. After what you feel is far too short of time, you shut off the water and reach for a towel on the rod. You wrap your hair up before wrapping your body with the other one and stepping back into your bedroom.

When you get back in there, you see him looking at your phone but also looking frustrated with it. He’s just turning it around with a look of pure concentration written all over his face.

“How do you get this thing to work?”

“You need a password to unlock it,” you reply while sitting at your vanity and starting your skincare routine.

“What’s the password?”

You hesitate for a moment because the last thing that you want is for him to accidentally post your risque photos on social media. But, if it’ll keep him entertained, you’ll let him play games on it or something for awhile. You tell him what the password is and bless his heart, he says it right into the phone and gets frustrated when it doesn’t open. You explain that he has to swipe the screen and when prompted, enter the code using the pad which he finally does and is granted success. You would have thought this man won the lottery with the pride beaming from his face right now. 

You can’t tell exactly what he’s doing, but he seems entertained so you’re just going to let him enjoy the moment. You go back to working on your face because even though your boss expects you to be a little late, you don’t want to take advantage of it. 

“About our talk,” Gojo speaks up and you already feel exhausted. “We need to stay together.”

You scrunch your brows because what the fuck is he talking out?

“You told me that earlier when you went on your ‘Sookie is mine!’ speech,” you attempt to deliver in your best Bill Compton voice.

“I know that. That’s not what I meant. We need to stay close together, the further apart we are, the weaker the bond. And let’s just say I pack less of a punch when that is strained.” 

“So that means that we have to be in the same room every second of the day?”

“No. I think the distance of one end of your home to the other is about as far as we should separate though. But look at it as a good thing, the closer I am, the faster I can help you.”

“Didn’t you teleport earlier today?”

“That’s besides the point.” Dude. 

“How am I supposed to work? Does that mean you’re coming with me?”

“I sure am. Oooooohhh!” He says excitedly while turning your phone around to show you a photo of you wearing nothing but a matching bra and panty set in bright white and has some lace accents, it’s beautiful. You even opted to get the matching suspender garter and still keep everything organized in a nice drawer.

“I thought I wasn’t the first pair of titties that you’ve seen,” you tease.

“You’re not. But they’re nice,” he responds while looking straight at your tits through the towel. Wait, can he see through with his glowing eyes? You’re not sure you want to know the answer to that. “Anyway, don’t worry about work. I’ll make sure that nobody except for you can see me.”

“What if they walk into you anyway?”

“If I’m invisible then they’ll just walk straight through,” he replies while still looking through your phone. “Niiiiceeeee!” He turns your phone around again and it’s a picture of you wearing one of your favorite lingerie sets. It’s a sheer black teddy with some floral accents and little bows around the shoulder straps. 

Mr. Sukuna is pretty laid back when it comes to what you wear to work. As long as it’s either red lingerie or black lingerie, he lets you do what you want and you love that. You get to feel sexy and still choose what you want to feel comfortable and you’d be lying if you said that this job didn’t boost your confidence. 

After you finish your makeup, you go back to the bathroom to blow dry your hair and straighten it as quickly as possible. Once finished, you tie it up in a loose bun so that it’s easy to manage when you finally get to work. You grab your sparkly duffle bag that says bitch on the side and start loading your stuff for work in. You put in your chosen lingerie set along with a backup in case a drink gets spilled on you or something. Then you look through your shoeboxes for your black thigh high Pleaser boots and put the entire box in there as well. 

“Oooohh, what are you gonna do with those?”

“This is my stuff for work.”

His eyes practically bulge out of his head at your words before he lays back and yells, “I fucking love this time!”

You roll your eyes and finish packing up your bag. You throw on a pair of jeans, a hoodie, and some flats so that it’s easy to change once you get there and start running around to make sure that you didn’t leave any appliances on. You grab a Red Bull and a water bottle and make your way over to the door, but freeze when you remember one thing.

The security cameras.

“Hey, Gojo. Can you make yourself not visible? Please,” you ask with a smile.

“Tryna hide me? Again?”

“No! Well, kind of. We have security cameras in our building and if you walk out with me right now, it’s going to look weird that you weren’t seen on camera coming in.” 

He sighs but agrees and then snaps his fingers.

“Is that all it takes?”

“Yep.”

Damn. Alright, time to go. 

Once you get to the elevator, Curious Clyde starts up again.

“What’s this?”

“It’s the elevator, it takes you up and down the floors so that you don’t have to take the stairs.” He seems pleased and it’s amusing to you how everyone takes these things for granted but someone with his power is blown away by everything. 

The elevator stops after a few floors and you assume that it means that someone is about to join you. You just realized that you have to be careful speaking with Gojo in public or someone may think that you’re insane and have you committed. When the doors open, there’s nobody there. That makes you nervous but you just chalk it up to someone needing the elevator but then having to run back inside their apartment for something. 

When you reach your floor, you step out and see that nobody is there so you start to make quick work to the exit. But as you’re practically sprinting towards the doors, you hear someone call your name and you turn around to see that it’s Yuji with his pink hair and his bright smile.

“Hi Yuji! Sorry I almost missed you there.”

“It’s alright. You look nice, on your way to a hot date?” He asks in a bit of a teasing tone.

“No, I’m afraid not. I’m actually on my way to work.” 

“Oh really?” He perks up at that. “Where do you work?” You tell him the name of the club and he seems even more surprised than before. You don’t usually get this reaction so you’re curious as to why but he answers that for you, “my brother owns that club.”

His brother. “You mean Mr. Sukuna?!”

He leans his head back and laughs and that’s all the confirmation that you need. 

“He makes you call him that? What a dick!”

You can’t help but laugh with him because this was a turn of events that you didn’t expect on top of everything else today.

“Wow, small world. He’s not so bad though.”

“Psh, yeah right! You know I’m his brother and he’s still charging me full price for a reservation?”

It’s your turn to laugh now because it doesn’t even surprise you. 

“Well, I’m gonna get going before he gets mad at me. Can’t wait to see you around!” Both of you wave as you turn to leave and finally exit the building.

“That guy wants to have sex with you,” Gojo just has to say.

“What?!” You turn to face him but when you see someone else in the parking lot turn to look at you, you decide to just continue the conversation in your car. You have to get used to the fact that if you talk to him in public, it may not look good for you. Once inside your car, you decide to go back to being to being upset, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“That guy with the hair, he wants to have sex with you,” he says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Why do you think that?”

“I could tell by the way he was looking at you.”

Ugh, you decide to just ignore the rest of the conversation because you think it’s just one of those things where every man assumes that every man a woman interacts with wants to have sex with her and that they can’t be friends.

The closer that you get to work, the more nervous you get that you basically have him on a leash and that he’s going to be there the entire time. You just really hope that he doesn’t interact with anything or even you in a way that will cost you your job.

When you finally arrive at the parking lot, you give him the rules this time.

“One, you need to stay invisible the entire time. If my boss sees you, it’s gonna raise questions and he might think you’re my boyfriend. Boyfriends are banned from the club and if he thinks I brought one in, I’ll lose my job. Two, please don’t fuck with anything. Please don’t do anything that would make people think the place is haunted. Three, please don’t provoke me. I don’t wanna be caught talking to air and people thinking that I’m out of my mind. Got it?”

He nods in agreement but that’s not enough for you.

“No, use your words,” you reiterate. 

He raises a brow at you but then his usual playful look returns before finally saying, “you got it, your highness.” 

Instead of getting offended, you smirk back. You’ll absolutely take that nickname because you have a feeling that you’ll have to be assertive or he’s going to walk all over you. 

You finally turn off your car, roll your shoulders, grab your bag, and then start walking to the building.

 The front door is guarded by a security guard wearing all black from head to toe and he has an ear piece placed on his ear and he greets you when you approach the front. 

“Hi Yaga!” You always greet him when you get here because he’s always been really good to you and the rest of the girls. You’ve had creepy guards who you think took the job here just because they wanted to look at half naked women all night, but not him.

He nods and then opens the door for you and you’re greeted by the door girl. There’s three different girls who work the door with their schedule shifting regularly. They work two days in a row and then they’re off until the other girls work their days. This gives all of them equal opportunity to have weekends off or work the higher tip days and it’s nice because it also gives you the chance to get to know them all. 

Past her are the doors that are the entrance to the actual club. They’re heavy tinted black glass doors that once you open them, you can see a seating area on one side that surrounds one of the stages in the club. It’s actually the largest stage in the city for dancers and you think that’s one of the reasons so many people flock to working here. On the opposite side is a long bar and if you follow it to the end, there’s a door that leads to the office. 

Further in and down a hallway leads you to a couple of champagne rooms which are your highest tip days when you get to work those. There’s also another big back room in the club for people hosting private events like birthday and bachelor / bachelorette parties and those are also some of your favorite days. But for now, you make a left when you get towards the end of the room and head to the dressing rooms. 

When you enter, you’re greeted by a few of the dancers and a couple of the other waitresses that you’ll be working with tonight. You make a beeline for your locker to start getting ready and get out on the floor. The first thing that you do is plug in your straightener so it can heat up and you can just touch up your hair before going out there. 

Then you start to change when you hear a loud voice yelling from behind you, startling you.

“I fucking love this time!” You hear Gojo shout and you’re just really hoping that nobody saw you react to what they’d see as, nothing. 

You ignore his shenanigans of whistling and making woooing sounds and just continue to get ready for work. You strip down and start to pull out the matching black lingerie set that Gojo showed you when he was scrolling through your sexy photos and you can immediately feel his eyes on you when you start to undress. 

You wear a tiny barely there g string under your panties because customers have gotten handsy and you just like the extra layer of protection. You slide on the first piece of the set and are already proud of your choice. You don’t like how much you spent on this set, but when it highlights your ass and breasts the way it does, you consider that worth it. Next, you put on the bra and clasp it behind you, adjusting it to make sure that everything pops in the right way. Then you slide on the garter belt before putting on your thigh highs and then hook everything together. 

When you look to your right, you see this man leaning against one of the lockers just staring you down with lust in his eyes. Is he a protection demon or a lust demon at this point?

You quickly finish getting ready by touching up the ends of your hair, putting on your Pleaser boots, spritzing on your perfume, and making your way to your bosses office. When you get to Mr. Sukuna’s office, he’s facing away from you going through the safe, but he does turn around once he hears you come in.

“Damn. Nice,” he says as he’s looking you up and down. 

But you swear that you hear Gojo growl from behind you and you don’t know what to think. Is this demon jealous? Is he going to kill your boss because of it? You really hope not.

You just giggle because you don’t want to contribute to Gojo’s antics.

“By the way, there’s a birthday party coming up in the next couple of weeks and I want you to work it.”

Before even thinking, you blurt out, “the one for your brother’s friend?”

He raises a brow and you feel that you probably should have eased into that.

“How’d you know that?”

“It turns out that he’s the bellboy at my building.”

“He’s a pain in the ass, isn’t he?” Do these brothers even like each other?

“What? He’s a sweetheart.”

“He’s a fucking headache.” 

“Oh no, he’s super nice.” He rolls his eyes and you decide to tease him a bit, “he said that he got all his positive attributes from you.” He throws his head back and laughs before those words can even completely leave your lips. “He also said that you’re a sweetheart and you share a pastime of hanging out watching romcoms.” 

“Yeah right. File that under things I’d rather die than do.”

You laugh before grabbing your stuff and finally starting work.

It’s a relatively easy night except for one thing, your pet demon. 

You were right.

He’s jealous as fuck.

And that’s an understatement. 

Every single time a customer called you beautiful, he said that he was trying to have sex with you. When you walked away from a table, he would alert you every time that someone was looking at your ass. And when you were far enough away from people that they wouldn’t notice, he’d wrap his arm around your waist. And that’s not including all the growling he did every time someone tried to flirt with you. 

How the hell are you supposed to get anything done with him?

And how are you supposed to find out if someone is actually after you if he thinks that everyone is after you?

But that part aside, it’s a pretty good night. You get along with all of your coworkers and always do really well in tips so that’s good. 

And for the most part, the customers are pretty respectful. Well, usually. 

There has been one guy who’s been here tonight who you’ve only met this time and you already hate him. He’s been aggressively hitting on you all night and it just makes you more uncomfortable as the night has gone on. But since he hasn’t insulted you or touched you, you’ve just ignored his advances. But some guys just can’t take a straight no for an answer. You’ll never understand how some people are flirtatious in a pretty light way and then this douche straight up asked you to bed. What the fuck?

After you close out your register, you take all the money to the office to give to Mr. Sukuna so that you can go back to the dressing room and get changed to go home. If only it were that simple.

You have to pass the dick of the evening in order to get to the dressing room and he’s sitting at the table closest to it so you just decide to look straight ahead and act as if you don’t even notice him sitting there. 

That plan is immediately derailed when he grabs your wrist as you attempt to ignore him as you walk by.

“What the hell? You can’t touch us.”

“Come on. How much do you want to come home with me?”

“This isn’t a brothel,” you spit back. 

“You’re walking around in lingerie all night and have the audacity to claim this isn’t a brothel. Just tell me what you want,” he says as if there’s anything that can convince you to go home with someone who clearly doesn’t respect your boundaries.

“I want you to leave me alone.” You attempt to snatch your wrist back but he just grabs you even tighter and it’s starting to hurt. “Ow! Get the fuck off me.” You keep trying to wriggle free but he only squeezes more.

Before you know it, Gojo wrapped his hand around his wrist and you hear a crack. The man screams in pain before snatching his arm back.

“What the fuck did you do to me?”

“She didn’t do anything. But I will if you don’t get the fuck out of here!” Sukuna comes up from behind you, grabs him by his collar, and starts dragging him out of the club.

“I could press charges for what she did to me!” You hear him continue to yell as he’s dragged out of the club. 

While that’s being dealt with, you go to the dressing room to get changed back in your street clothes and gather your belongings to go home. You don’t even organize things in the way that you normally do. You’re just throwing everything into the bag and it feels like you’re just on autopilot which is the worst feeling, in your opinion.

“Hey, you okay?” Sukuna asks from the doorway once he sees you.

“Yeah, I just wanna get home.”

“Nothing is going to happen to you and that guy is banned so don’t worry about him.” You nod and he continues to speak, “I knew there was something off about that guy just because of the fact that he had blonde hair with darkly dyed tips. Who does that?” You laugh at his comment because if you were listing red flags, you wouldn’t have added a bad dye job to the list especially since your boss has pink hair. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your car.”

You grab your bags and follow him out and even though the trash has been taken out, you’re still a little apprehensive. It wouldn’t be the first time some creeper hid behind a bush to watch the girls leave. When you get to your car, Sukuna takes your keys and even checks your backseat before you get in.

“Get home safe. I don’t want your dad thinking I’m putting you in harm's way.”

You laugh and get in the car and he stands by to watch you drive away before returning to the building. You really appreciate how much they value everyone’s safety here because you’ve heard of sketchy places putting that towards the bottom of the list.

After a few minutes of silence, your companion finally decides to speak up, “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” You genuinely don’t know what he’s talking about.

“You said not to interfere with your work. I’m sorry.” Oh, this is about that.

“Gojo, I’m not mad. I’m actually kind of grateful. I should be thanking you.”

“Well… still… I’ll be better next time.”

“Really, it’s okay.” 

When the silence returns, you start going through all the things that you need to get done tomorrow. You’ve gotta go grocery shopping, give a more thorough update of your last few days to Suguru, get some stuff for work, etc. 

“That carriage has been behind you for a while,” Gojo calmly says and it rips you right out of your thoughts and into a sense of panic.

“What?! Are you sure?”

“Mm-hmm.”

You’re normally so good about noticing things like this but after everything that happened tonight, you must have been completely distracted.

“How long have they been there?”

“A few streets and two turns at least.”

Well that’s fucking terrifying. 

This has always been one of your biggest fears seeing as you get off work so late and there’s not as many people on the road to blend in to and get away. You’re on residential roads right now so it’s not a good place to drive down streets to see if you’re being followed. Some are dead ends and you’re not exactly sure which ones and even that aside, the lighting is awful so if you get blocked in when it’s so dark… not good. You decide to just drive until you can pull into a parking lot of a business that’s open late and test if they’re actually following you. 

A few minutes later you get the chance to do so when you come across a twenty four hour convenience store and there’s even a few more cars in the lot than usual. You quickly pull into a vacant spot right in front of the door and sure enough, the car pulls into the same lot but parks at one of the gas pumps.

“I don’t know what to do now,” you say to Gojo.

“Why don’t we go inside?”

“What if they follow me inside?”

“Then I’ll handle it.”

“You can’t do that Gojo.”

“Why not? That’s my job.”

“If you pop up out of nowhere, there will be a manhunt and probably a nationwide panic about what’s going on. If you stay invisible and attack him when he comes after me, people will think that I did it and I’ll go to prison.”

You want to know if you’re actually being followed or not but you don’t want to put your safety at risk to do so, so you try something else. Since you’ve been here, the other person hasn’t gotten out of their car so you want to test them. You open your car door and step one foot out while watching them in your rear view mirror and you see them do the same, never stepping out entirely. Unfortunately their windows are so fucking tinted that you can’t see who’s inside, only that they’re mirroring your movements. You decide that this is creepy enough so you close your car door and start it back up again. You do your best to make it look like you have a change of heart and not like you’re watching them watching you.

And sure enough, after you do that, they do the same thing. You pull out of the lot and realize that there’s only one thing you can do.

“Fuck this. I’m calling Suguru.”

“Why would you do that? I’m here to protect you,” Gojo almost sounds a little offended. “What’s Subaru gonna do that I can’t?”

“Suguru,” you repeat emphasizing the pronunciation. “He’s a cop and if he finds out that I took a bunch of risks regarding this instead of calling him, he’ll be pissed.”

“Just let me handle it and then we don’t have to get anyone else involved.” 

“What are you going to do to him?”

“Do you trust me?”

You think for a moment because you honestly do trust that he has your safety in mind. But you don’t trust that he won’t do something completely fucking insane that wouldn’t traumatize you for life.

“I… I think so.”

“Then let me handle it, okay?”

“Okay. What do I have to do?”

“Nothing. Just keep driving home.”

“But he’s following me.”

“Not for long,” he says as his eyes start to glow.

You blink and he’s literally not sitting in your car anymore and you wonder where he went. He said that you can’t be too far apart so you know that he must be close. Out of nowhere you hear a scream and a car horn and it startles you. You look in your rearview mirror to see that the car behind you is starting to swerve and you can tell that Satoru is in there based off of the fact that his bright blue eyes are glowing bright enough to shine through the tinted windows. 

After a few more screams and honks, the car swerves out of the lane and into a parked car. 

Well, looks like that problem is over.

Satoru reappears in your passenger seat and looks more satisfied than a man who just spent the night with a beautiful woman. 

“Problem solved,” he says positively beaming.

“What did you do to him?”

“Scared the shit out of him and swerved him into another carriage. You should be fine now.” 

You love how he continues to say carriage and you don’t think that you’re going to correct him because it’s so cute.

“Thank you, Gojo. Again.”

“That’s my job! By the way, do you know a Rin Kunigami?” 

You think for a moment before shaking your head no. “Who’s that?”

“The guy who’s about to spend his night in the hospital. He was the one in the carriage behind you.” You don’t think that you’ve ever heard that name before but you’re absolutely going to make a note of it in your head. 

You don’t know if someone has been following you lately or if it’s just in your head, but this doesn’t make you feel any less paranoid.

“I’m gonna call Suguru really quick. I have to let him know there was an accident.”

“I thought the point of me handling it was that you don’t have to call Sukuru.”

“Suguru” you emphasize again. “I’m not calling about being followed. I’m just going to let him know that the person behind me got into an accident since there was no one else around to report it. If you don’t and security cameras see you, it could look bad.”

“This world is a pain in the ass!” He exclaims. “If I had a silver coin for every time I ignored someone who was hit by a horse and carriage, I could buy my own castle!”

One thing you’ll never deny is that he is entertaining. 

You spend the rest of the drive on the phone with Suguru letting him know what happened. You omit the fact that you think the guy was actually following you and tell him he was just behind you for a little while when all of this went down. Of course, he was skeptical and he has a reason to be. But you don’t want him freaking out and rushing over to your apartment at two o clock in the morning. You do have a protector with you, you just don’t want him to think you’re hiding things and then crawling up your ass about it later.

“Home at last!” You yell once you finally park the car. You’re exhausted as hell when you remember that all of these things have basically happened in one day. 

You barely slept, woke up early, accidentally summoned a charming lunatic, got assaulted at work and followed home within the past twenty four hours and you can’t wait to go to bed. You actually feel like you can look forward to it now that you have someone else there waiting to protect you. 

You make quick work getting to your apartment, greeting the doorman and concierge enough to not look rude and rush right upstairs. You’re so tired when you finally reach your place that you abandon all of your usual routines. 

You leave your shoes and your work bag by the door when you would normally put everything away. The only part of your routine that you do complete is brushing your teeth. Besides that, you change into your pajamas which is just a giant tee shirt and then climb into bed. You grab a hair clip from the drawer on your night table and put your hair up before throwing your phone on the charger and getting cozy in bed.

Just as you;re doing so, that six foot spawn from hell climbs into bed with you.

“May I ask what you’re doing?”

“I told you that we have to stay close together.”

“So you’re going to sleep in my bed?”

“Oh no,” he chuckles. “I don’t sleep.”

That doesn’t make it weird at all.

“So what are you going to do? Just lay here and watch me all night?”

“Yup!”

You don’t think you'll be able to sleep with those disco ball eyes staring right at you so you give him your phone to play with which he happily accepts. You also turn on the tv because falling asleep in the dark is absolutely not something that you can do and you think that’ll be enough to relax you and distract him. 

And sure enough it is because you fall asleep rather quickly.

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[dzvelinaskebiyars]

hii, I've been thinking a lot recently about bonten and y/n at the casino (like all of them together) and how would they interact with her and with the others. I got the idea after seeing a fanart of sanzu playing poker and I thought this could be greatttt

Tysm in advance and I hope you have a good day! <3

Thank you so much for requesting! This is my first writing about Bonten so I'm quite excited here!!

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Depends on the kind of relationship you have with Bonten. What are you to the organisation? But let's say that you're quite close to them and worked with them in underground too so they really don't have negative impression of you.

SANZU would play poker with you (if you're good at it) to pass time and talk about your miserable lives. Turned out he tried new drug on one of the traitor, which caused the memory loss. You were quite intrigued, to be honest. Drug that caused amnesia? Pretty useful.

Sanzu and you would bet on something else than money, hence why KOKO wasn't playing, since betting on money was basic already and being already rich, money didn't seem impressive at all anymore. So you two would bet on something more...Exciting (I'm letting you imagine) which would have RAN joining.

Either Ran or KAKUCHO would buy you drink. What's the point of going to casino if you can't even have a drink, to be honest.

There's no way any of Bonten members or you would win against Sanzu in poker game, hence why you decided to play Craps, which MOCHI happily agreed to. Turned out you and Mochi were pretty good at it, which definitely boosted you ego up.

Ran would be the most chatty with you, followed by Sanzu. Definitely not Mikey tho, I can't even imagine him going to Casino. He'd probably be in his apartment BUT let's say he was there, he'd just drink alcohol and listen, hardly uttering any words. He's not very good in casino games too soo...Maybe he'll be lucky in slots.

Kakucho and RINDOU are definitely good at Sic Bo. Rindou would also play Roulette. You may think that they're playing lot of games but, I mean, why not? Unlike other people, they haven't come to casino for money but for fun. They'd try many games! So should you. Mochi and Sanzu definitely would urge you to.

TAKEOMI is most likely good at Craps and Baccarat, tho he lost to Mochi and you in Craps. Too bad for him I guess. Meanwhile Koko would be insanely lucky in Roulette. It's crazy really. As if he was God's favourite.

Now to talk about conversation, they all would be quite chatty with you and each other. The conversation won't be serious, just some snarky and sarcastic comments here and there but otherwise--pretty humorous.

Okey okey, some flirty remarks from Ran maybe. If Sanzu took liking in you, then he would too.

Rindou would be pretty awkward with you at first but after playing some games with you such as Sic bo, Keno and Blackjack, he wouldn't have any problem chatting with you, rather he'd become quite bold.

While Kakucho would remain respectful and all of his focus would be on games, also pretty annoyed at Sanzu but wouldn't show it MUCH. Would just smile if he lost to you, he'd just take it easy.

Can't say same about Sanzu, who's not used to losing in casino games. He'd be frowning and sulking, asking for another round.

Ran and Rindou would, like, compliment you when you would win. Mochi would also be frowning and asking for another round. While Takeomi would use "I'm too old for these games. Back in my days..." at that time and would get Sanzu's snarky comments delivered on silver platter which would cause small argument between two. Koko would rarely be losing, actually. If he does tho, he'd just frown and play another round or another game.

If I had to name the people who'd be the MOST chatty with you l, that'd be Sanzu, Ran and Koko. Probably Mochi and Rindou too. Takeomi just slightly ig.

You'd have sm fun with Haitani Brothers, Sanzu, Koko and Mochi tbh!

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Please don't kill me if it's bad😔🙏🏼 I genuinely tried my best here.

[when-wulf]

H’oookay, so Asena was supposed to be a silly character I made for a D&D one shot (a werewolf lunar sorcerer! Moon moon!) and became obsessed with enough to use her in other one shots and then reclassed her entirely to shoehorn her into BG3 (first run she was a barbarian, second run she was an open hand monk with a couple levels of wolf heart barbarian which feels most right) and am now even more obsessed. So I, um, wrote a lot, which I’m sure everyone responding to this is saying.

Protector of the Pack

Asena of the Fey’nrir

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What is your character’s ACT ONE main story?

Act 1 for Asena is all about basically establishing herself as a support character. She knows her role in an adventuring group: she’s team mom, she helps, she protects, she takes care of everyone. She wants to make sure this big group of mostly city kids doesn’t die out in the wilderness. She’s fun and jokey and flirty, but also Good™️ and Responsible™️. Nothing to see here, let’s redirect that focus towards someone who needs it.

Towards the end of Act 1 is when her cracks start to show, when she sees more and more her people being hurt in ways she can’t fix. Everything about the crèche pisses her off, Elminster’s visit pisses her off, etc. She starts struggling with her anger and that really comes out more in Act 2.

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How do you meet them?

You find Asena around the site of the Nautiloid, knelt before someone who was caught up in the crash. She’s applying pressure to a wound, and when you approach she’ll ask if you have any means of healing, but it’s pretty easy to see they’re not going to make it. You can convince her to, uh, speed things along out of mercy, or just wait as she comforts them until they’re gone. She’ll soberly say a quick prayer/sendoff, “May your next life be kinder,” and then hop up and start to greet you with surprising pep when your tadpoles connect.

For a split second there’s fire, the taste of blood, and a deep, primal, gut wrenching feeling that vanishes before you can identify it—Asena taking a sharp inhale and cutting off the vision, the exhale projecting a feeling of calm with only the faintest impression of woodsmoke remaining. She dismisses the tadpoles as, “rude little fuckers,” and is very gregarious considering what’s just taken place. She even goes to shake your hand/clap you on the shoulder before realizing, “Ah, right, blood.”

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What do you learn about them in act one? Do any special scenes trigger for them?

Asena describes herself as compulsively helpful. She is all about getting distracted with side quests, meddling, and checking in with companions and how they’re doing. Maybe somewhat contradictory, she doesn’t like being told what to do. Or rather, she doesn’t like authority saying their way is the only way, it’ll immediately send her looking for different options.

She approves of being kind, generous, and maybe a little silly/snarky while doing so. Disapproves of unnecessary cruelty and abuse of power. Intimidation has its place, but never just shaking people down for coin. Life is precious, but if push comes to shove she’ll put the group above others unless you’re behaving truly heinously.

— She was a low level adventurer (a glorified babysitter for adventurers she feels would’ve gotten themselves killed, in her words) who’s bounced around a couple parties over the years. Similar to Gale she probably drops a couple anecdotes about other people she’s traveled with if something reminds her of it. For example, she and her most recent party didn’t end on the best terms, she broke someone’s arm for trying to ‘barter’ by threatening a merchant with a sword.

When you get to the grove she recognizes Aradin and his crew (she worked with them on a single job a year or two ago, she was too much of a ‘bleeding heart’ for their taste). He’s the first person you’ve ever seen her be curt with, but even she’s sympathetic about what their group went through with the goblins, “they’re assholes, but not enough to deserve that.” She’ll also comment on their contract with Lorroakan and being cautious about wizards wanting artifacts for unknown reasons, “present company excluded, of course!”

— The grove and the situation with the tiefling refugees really irks her. She’ll admit it reminds her of where she grew up, a remote mountain commune (which is gone now) that was an eclectic mix of people who came and went. They never turned anyone away, especially people with nowhere else to go. If you attack the grove while the tieflings are still around she’ll leave and try to sneak the kids (and maybe Alfira) out through the tunnels behind the prison. If you try to pursue she’ll fight you to buy time, if you let them go she’ll show up in Act 2 either having gotten the kids to Last Light or enthralled at Moonrise.

— She’s covered in tattoos that you can ask about pretty quickly once you hit a certain approval. She’ll explain that she’s part of a sect of werewolves, the Fey’nrir, that has origins in the Feywild (and most if not all have since fled back to there) that use said magic tattoos to control their shifting. She doesn’t really hide it, and even alludes to it, but doesn’t outright state it unless asked. If you don’t ask or find out by the time Astarion’s vampirism is revealed she outs herself making a joke in her reaction. In her mind it’s literally written all over her, but she didn’t think it was relevant to bring up because it’s currently sealed. Asking why it’s sealed, she’ll tell you she lost control. Asking why the tattoos didn’t work in keeping control, she’ll clarify, “it wasn’t the wolf I lost control of, it was the girl.”

— She’s technically a Selûnite, because good aligned werewolves are kind of Selûne’s thing, but Fey’nrir moon worship is different enough from a lot of what you encounter around Baldur’s Gate that she doesn’t feel too attached to it. For example she doesn’t get putting a roof between yourself and the moon, obviously avoids silver, and also tends to use Moonmother rather than Moonmaiden (Selûne fucks!). Where the Fey’nrir bend the rules of lycanthropy so much, they kind of prefer Selûne to not pay attention to what they’re doing and just trust the results are in line with her interests.

She’s totally fine with stealing the Selunite offerings in the Owlbear cave, comparing it to stealing wine from your parents, and if Shadowheart is there to argue about it she’ll roll her eyes, make a blood offering just to be dramatic, and say a prayer that’s way too casual. “Selûne, Moonmother, so sorry to bother you when I know you’re very busy doing important things like controlling the tides and the cycle of the moon and all that, but do you mind if I borrow the handful of offerings that are just sitting here? I promise I’m good for it and won’t let the Sharran have any of the rations I buy with them. And hey, that temple of your’s nearby infested with goblins? Consider it taken care of. Thanks so much. Love you, bye!” When asked how she can pray to her goddess like that, she’ll say that since she hasn’t been smote so far she likes to think Selûne either doesn’t care or finds it amusing.

— After Shadowheart shares her memory, it inspires Asena to later try doing the same for something positive. At some point she’ll note you’re stressed and offer to experiment with it, sharing a cozy memory from her youth that is actually so soothing you can end up falling asleep. The next day it might give you a little buff, and you can ask her for more context to the memory and maybe even get her to tell you a folktale from her people.

— If you refuse to give Gale an artifact a couple times she’ll offer up a personal item. A necklace with a charm that helps her find her childhood home, which isn’t there anymore so it’s purely sentimental (something she’d otherwise eventually give to a romance partner later on in a very sappy “you’re my home” kind of way). She will 100% take a passive aggressive shot at you for putting trinkets over people.

— She hates hags, and has a lot to say about how they prey on people, and then about Mayrina’s situation, empathizing with her grief. She’ll also talk about how the Fey’nrir took in a lot of abandoned and runaway kids and how that added to their mixed reputation (on the one hand, struggling people intentionally leaving their kids for the Fey’nrir to find because they know they’ll be taken care of; on the other hand being accused of kidnapping because they wouldn’t force runaways who had been abused to return to their abusers).

— At the tiefling party she’ll talk about being interested in doing a “team building exercise” (sex, she means sex), and you can either volunteer for her spicy scene or point her towards one of the other companions, prompting some commentary and follow-up in the morning.

Tav Question

Pretend for a minute your Tav is an origin character. Origin characters have a main story with scenes in each of the three acts, as well as a three act romance structure (usually with check points in the form of their main story scenes but sometimes with affinity). I will be doing questions for each act, both the main story and the romance story.

What is your character’s ACT ONE main story? How do you meet them? What do you learn about them in act one? Do any special scenes trigger for them?

[katherines-imagines]

Ao’nung Headcannons

If y’all want to choose the next character just comment them or msg me :)

•For Ao’nung, I think the reader would come with the Sully Family.

•As we know, Ao’nung was a total ass in the beginning, so let’s do something with that.

•I feel that the reader would just be fierce, clash with him to keep Ao’nung in place, yk?

��So when he starts touching their tails when they wait for Ronal and Tonowari to let them stay, you definitely hiss at him, tail flicking harshly with your ears back.

•Of course he’s startled, bc of him being the next chief, everybody has fo respect him

•So when little Ms attitude comes, he is damn shocked.

•Before he can respond, Tonowari comes and as Ao’nung stares at you, your glaring right back.

•I feel like Ao’nung then gets a crush on you.

•Not because he wants someone feisty, but someone who doesn’t care that he’s going to be the chief, not want him just to become the Tsahik.

•When you start the lessons, he’s always looking in your direction with a smirk on his face.

•He teases you (ofc) and tries to impress you (and fails miserably) until you have some badass snarky comeback that keeps his mouth shut.

•Probably during dinner that night, he’ll go to you and apologize, and you’ll forgive him

•From then on, he try’s to be polite to you, and not mean to the Sully’s in front of you.

•So of course Lo’ak drags you everywhere with him now, totally pissing Ao’nung off.

•After the fight he had with Lo’ak and Neteyam because he was picking on Kiri, you are upset, and just tell him don’t do it again.

•I think y’all’s first fight would be when he left Lo’ak alone past the reef

•After you see what happened, you stomp over to Ao’nung and yell at him

•Before he can even begin to apologize, you say something about how you couldn’t believed you liked someone like him (might make an imagine of this)

•Even after he apologizes for his behavior to the Sully’s, you still ignore him, and his ears are always down.

•When y’all are talking about Payakan and Lo’ak stomps off, everyone disperses and you can still feel Ao’nungs gaze on you.

•When you harshly spit out a what, and you look at him for the first time since the incident, you see how sad he actually is.

•He then starts profusely apologizing and saying how he hated that he disappointed you, and so on

•When you tell he’s finally genuine mid-rant, you stop him with a kiss.

•When yall break apart, he has tears trailing down his cheeks and asks if your not still mad at him, and starts going on a tangent saying how he was terrible and he didn’t deserve forgiveness when you stop him

•From then on, y’all are dating and it’s so funny and cute

•Y’all banter back and forth all the time, him with flirty pick up lines and you ‘shooting him down’.

•Just make sure to keep the boy’s ego in check.

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A/N: I think I may make a couple part imagine for the fight and forgiveness headcannons. Hope you guys liked it :)

[shirophantomvox]

Illumi, Chrollo, and Hisoka can blush?- Headcanons

Hello guys!! Thank you for bearing with my little break. I’ll probably do this more often but as you know I will still be logged in responding to messages. Thank you for this prompt anon! I have been stressed out lately and this little fluff prompt shall lighten my mood. Although my head anon posts are over 1500 words, this one may be short and to the point. My head canons are actually theories with some story elements to explain what is being said. I will be posting part 2 of this headcanon tomorrow or the next day. I’ll start with the Blush prompt first with Hisoka.

Blush

Hisoka

In the series, Hisoka and the other “antagonists” are the only ones that do not display any sort of emotion. Are they cold zombies barely making it through life? Despite that I am almost certain that there is something that would make the magician’s cheeks darken.

Hisoka is a confident man; his attitude proves it. One thing I’ve noticed about men is their ego that can get out of control. It’s nice to have confidence but too much confidence turns into arrogance.

Hisoka has been working out more than usual because the next mission with the Phantom Troupe requires a lot of physical labor. Taking large golden bars and barrels of jewelry can make you tired.

Opening the door to the bathroom, steam filled the air. He walked out with a white towel wrapped around his waist , hair wet partly over his eyes, and his chest full and exposed. Water dripped almost rhythmically from his pecks onto the ground. Sitting at the computer table, you glanced at your mirror that reflected Hisoka, a great tool to glance at such beauty in secret. Well…not so much.

“It’s awfully rude to stare. If you like what you see, come get it.” His flirty, snarky remarks always made you blush.

Headcanon 1: Touch is something Hisoka secretly and greatly admires. He doesn’t say much except for humming quietly.

Running your fingers up and down his bicep and rubbing your fingers on the top of his hands make him shiver a little, allowing a gasp to accidentally escape.

Affectionate action like those stated above is something that he appreciates but tries to hide his affection to prompt you to continue.

BUT! There are a few ways to make this magician blush.

Headcanon 2: Hisoka is used to being the dominant one. Taking sudden control is something he isn’t expecting. Something as simple as flirting just as hard as he does or stealing kisses are ways to make him blush.

Headcanon 3: BUT the ultimate way to get him to blush instantly is to constantly compliment him on his physical features and how he has progressed in his workout routine. Constantly caressing his arms, his jaw, and his pink cheeks make him feel loved for once. He feels a warm sensation in his stomach; something that scares him but easily pushes that fear aside.

Headcanon 4: Cooing at his blushing cheeks make him blush harder because he isn't used to that uplifting words or actions.

Illumi

Since Illumi is very quiet and emotionless, making him blush poses quite the challenge. Nevertheless, it can be achieved.

Illumi is old school; in public everyone keeps their hands to themselves and acts normal. In restaurants, (even if the lights are dimmed) the closest you’ll get to PDA is hand holding under the table. True enough this frustrates you at times but you get over it.

In private, Illumi is a completely different person. Although he is portrayed to be this overbearing controlling man, the truth is, he lacked love and affection from his parents. As he got older, that “wanted” feeling he has shoved down his throat for years has come up and can no longer be digested.

Headcanon 1: Calling Illumi any type of nickname or pet name will make him blush. The odd thing is, he doesn’t smile big, he smiles a little and glances at the ground. It’s one of those things that is a gimmick for the both of you but if anyone one heard those names, especially his mother, he would die of embarrassment. Not because he hated it but because his family would tease him. Kikyo would make such a big deal that she'd begin to buy baby clothes and suggest baby names. Milluki would just laugh along with Zeno and Silva would smirk too. If Killua were there, this would be the perfect time for He and Milluki to laugh up a storm.

Headcanon 2: Saying or implying the smallest dirtiest language or action(s) around him will make him blush. As a young man with an old school mindset, explaining how you’d “wreck them” would cause them to break into a sweat.

Headcanon 3: Gently caressing his thigh during a business meeting is something that will tint his cheeks. As you stare at his face, you see him slightly frowning to push the urges away, but seeing his ears turn red is when you give it a break. From experience, ears turning red means he is feeling very passionate and wants to release but can’t because of the men at the meeting or whoever is in the room.

Headcanon 4: Beating him at his own game. This blush is more of “shock” and “amazement”. Seeing his beautiful s/o being able to chase down criminals without/barely any scratches, help with the production of his Nen Needles, while looking fine is something that drives him wild. He doesn’t say much, but his mind is running a mile a minute. Every time you are done with a “challenging” assignment, seeing your beau blush while trying to hide his face makes you laugh.

“Aw! You’re blushing,” you say laughing and pointing.

“Stop. Don’t make it obvious. You’re pretty good.”

“I AM Good,” placing your hands on your hips, smiling with confidence.

“Don’t get to cocky—“

“—Then you might want to cover that up.”

You laugh hysterically as he turns around to fix himself. Shy boys…always a load of fun.

Chrollo

Given Chrollo’s calm yet chaotic personality, he is the easiest to get to blush out of the entire Adult Trio.

Headcanon 1: Simple compliments about his cologne and how it relates to his sexiness always makes him blush. Every time he smiles, he closes his eyes and releases a satisfying gasp.

Headcanon 2: Reading poetry that you wrote for him makes him blush. Expressing your sappy feelings for him using advanced vocabulary makes his heart flutter. Describing how passionate he is while providing for the both of you is something he takes pride in but being reassured of it makes him feel whole.

Headcanon 3: Although Chrollo can be a cruel, heartless human being at times, he has emotions and feelings like the rest of us. Believe it or not, scaring him is something that would make him blush. Could you imagine the look on the member's faces if they saw Chrollo jump? Hiding in a dark room with horror makeup or costume on, jumping at him causing him to let out a husky yell and is shaken up a bit is the best feeling ever.

Scaring the Phantom Troupe leader is a plus for you! He’s blushing out of slight embarrassment because he has a reputation to maintain and to see his s/o scare him with drippy makeup makes him a little flustered. He isn’t angry at you, but he is still trying to catch his breath.

Headcanon 4: being sappy with him. Simply cupping his face in your hands, puckering his lips, and kissing him straight on will cause this man to look like a tomato. Similarly to Illlumi, he lacked love and affection from his parents since he had to raise himself. Experiencing true love for the first time made his heart pound hard; nearly about to jump out of his chest.

Headcanon 5: Marking your territory. This isn’t as bad as it sounds. He loves red lipstick. It is something that he’s noticed for years! Red is recognized as the sexiest shade in all of mankind! As a romantic joke, kissing Chrollo leaving many lipstick stains on his neck, he nearly stumbles out of the bedroom door when he recognizes that he was late to a troupe meeting. As he entered, they all gasped. They were generally concerned. They didn’t know if those were actual kiss marks or a sign from the enemy.

“Boss…what is that on your neck,” Machi asked, concerned.

“Yeah. It’s bright red,” Shalnark stated the obvious.

Phinks began to laugh hard. He knew what was up, he just didn’t confront the boss so he wouldn’t get beaten up. “Boss, are you having lady trouble?”

His heartbeat pounded through his eardrums. He slowly touched his neck and off came red on his fingers. He smiled and chuckled nervously and came to his senses.

“No trouble. I’ve been seeing someone and now it's time to meet y/n.”

PART 2 tomorrow!!

[yoonpobs]

bodyguard | kth | m

pairing: kim taehyung x oc

genre: enemies to lovers, Bodyguard!AU but oc is the bodyguard, fluff?

warnings: eventual smut, sexual tension, light choking, suggestive content bc oc is a minx and so is tae, i'll add as the story progresses, kim taehyung as a rich kid

words: 2, 138

summary: you protect taehyung from people but forget about the biggest threat. yourself.

“You’re who Namjoon hired?”

You’re used to having bewildered expressions when they find out that you out of all other possible candidates was what your agency decided to provide clients with rather than an objectively more stereotypical option—the big man.

But you were here for a specific reason and you knew that your duty lied in your responsibility to the man in front of you, even if his expression of doubt irritates you.

“Yes, Mr Kim. My name is ____.” You bow your head slightly, hands held together by your pelvis as you stand with your back straight.

The man in front of you glances over at his assistant, who only shoots him a firm nod as if to tell him that he was in fact stuck with you, despite all the uncertainties he may have.

Frankly, when Seokjin first recruited you into the agency, you were merely meant to be in charge of off-field duties and act as intel for field agents, but few of your previous mentors recognised your potential and physical agility when it came to mandatory training and pushed for you to be trained as an official agent rather than a tech lady.

You were lucky that a few of your colleagues had long ditched the misogynistic mindset that women were biologically weaker than men and would serve as a liability to the agency, but there were still a few higher-ups that were traditional in every sense that stuck their noses in your business when Seokjin would assign you to high profile clients.

Kim Taehyung was no different, but you were sure he fell into the latter of the traditional man. He did come from a lineage of old money.

“But you’re a … woman.” He says slowly, eyeing you up and down.

Even the outfit you were in was far off the usual appearance that most bodyguards would take on the first day of work. A long dress with a maxi slit by your leg, which left little to imagine what lies beneath. You bite your tongue to keep the snarky remark down and nod your head tightly to your new boss.

“I best fit the requirements you listed out to my agency.” Is your simple response.

His assistant steps between the two of you before your boss can say anything else, and based on your observations you note that he probably is the rationale behind Kim Taehyung’s mind; the reasonable and objective one.

“I’ll show ____ around headquarters just so she’s aware of the layout.” His assistant says hastily.

You don’t miss the last look your boss gives you, and all you do is bow your head before you turn on your heels, pulling out the gun in your garter and hold it behind your back—ready for duty.

“Jesus fucking Christ, _____.”

You’re used to hearing Taehyung sneer at you. It was something that you needed to get used to when you first were hired for the job because while he was known as an icon, a genius behind his father’s legacy—he was still wholly immature in every sense of a man child.

“Yes, Mr Kim?” You say blandly, flipping through the brochure that was laying idly on his coffee table; clearly ignoring the glare he was shooting you as he wraps the robe tighter around his frame.

Before he can open his mouth to yell at you again, you see the silhouette of the woman that was previously occupying his bed scurry past by the two of you, offering a meek bow of her head towards Taehyung before she’s out the door.

Your eyes follow her uninterestedly until you hear the click of the door, signalling that she was out and gone.

“What is your problem? Is my sex life something you need to protect too?” Taehyung spits.

You skim your eyes over his frame and spot a few marks littered along the expanse of his neck before your eyes rest on his tightened expression; your own one remaining impassive.

“My duty is to ensure you’re safe.” You remind him.

He scoffs, running a hand through his tangled hair—a clear testament to what he was engaging in before you had shamelessly kicked the woman out, mid-progression.

“Hyunbi is harmless.” He sneers at you.

You note that his erratic behaviour was likely a symptom of being cock-blocked, so you hold your tongue and just level him with an unimpressed stare.

“Hyunbi is the heir to the Im group. Need I remind you that her father’s company is the one that threatens your stockholders?”

Frankly, you try to engage with Taehyung on business matters as little as you could because all you were here for was to protect him and ensure that his head wouldn’t be served on the plate of an assassin that was out to get him.

You scoff to yourself because men were truly blinded by their desires and he would’ve risked his family’s fortune because he wanted to get laid.

“Okay, and? She was about to suck my dick not steal intel to the company.” He scoffs.

You don’t say anything but drop the files you found in her purse as you were doing your much-needed background checks on the woman that was visiting on such short notice, especially given the fact that she managed to bypass the system on being on the list before she was sent up.

The moment the beautiful women stepped foot into the apartment, you knew something was off about her. It was intuition from years of training under your belt, but also a womanly instinct. An intuitive sense that told you that she was going to wreak havoc if she could, and it was your duty to prevent that from happening.

“What’s this?” He picks up the documents to skim over the contents.

You don’t say anything but keep your eyes focused on his expression when you see it morph from confusion to realisation and pure mortification.

“She was going to blackmail me?” He asks in a disbelieving tone.

You nod your head.

“And if I hadn’t intervened then she would have probably falsely claimed that she was carrying your child.”

Taehyung shoves the documents aside and rubs his hands across his face, releasing a grunt as he lays back into the expensive leather of his couch.

“I can’t even get laid.” He huffs.

You roll your eyes.

“Taehyung,” You call out to him sternly, and when he opens one eye to look at you, only then do you continue, “You need to be more careful with who you fraternise with. You’re the CEO of the biggest manufacturing company in Korea and that is bound to make you a target to competitors. I can’t be cross-checking every single person you come across because my job is to protect you from physical harm—not be your mother.”

He narrows his eyes at you, and you see the petulance skim the surface of his iris as he leans forward, ensuring that his gaze is kept on your blank expression.

“So, that’s it? I can’t fuck around with anyone? Just because of my position? That’s a load of bullshit ____.” He snaps.

You purse your lips and give him a pointed glare.

“Stop twisting my words. Fuck who you like but be smart about who you stick your dick into.” You tell him lowly.

“Then I might as well fuck you, right? You’re the only person I can trust.” He sneers, leaning closer to you.

Your eyes widen, and your stoic demeanour is interrupted with his blunt words.

While you couldn’t deny that your boss was undeniably attractive, and alluded major sex appeal—he was still your boss and you would never cross professional boundaries no matter how much your body betrayed you. Even the Taehyung’s banter got much more … explicit and flirty, you brushed it off as him being himself. But he’s never explicitly stated anything like that before.

When you realise you’re gaping at him, you quickly try to compose yourself but unfortunately for you, he immediately catches on your surprised expression and bathes in it.

He smirks at you, standing up to walk across to where you were sat and plops next to you, a bit too close for a boss to be to his bodyguard.

“I’m right, aren’t I? You said to be smart and fuck someone who won’t have anything against me.” He whispers into your ear and you try to stop the shivers that travel down your body.

Taehyung notices how tense you are and reaches an arm to trail down your neck, slowly and teasingly until it rests on your hipbone.

You curse yourself for wearing only a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, since it was meant to be your day off until you were made aware of Hyunbi’s visit.

“Watch your mouth, Kim Taehyung.” You grit.

He snorts but nuzzles his nose into the column of your neck, and you feel the hot breath fan across your skin.

“You’re not denying it. Does that mean you want me to fuck you? Nice and deep?” He whispers the words against your skin and you can’t help the involuntary clamp of your thighs.

Taehyung, even as dense as he is, picks up on your movement immediately and reaches his other hand to keep your thighs apart, large hand sprawled across your thigh and you marvel for a moment at how big his hands are.

“Bet I could fuck the uptightness out of you, sweets.”

“Did you forget that I know everything about you?” You hiss, attempting to sound threatening but that only causes Taehyung to grin wider.

“Ooo. I love it when you get bitchy with me.” He teases, rubbing a circle with his thumb on your inner thigh as you feel desire pool in your belly.

“You’re insufferable.” You huff and you hate the way you sound breathless.

“Did I ever tell you how much your bitchiness turns me on? Always dreamed of shutting you up with my cock.” He confesses against your cheek this time and your eyes widen comically, your own hand clamping over his one over your thigh.

As Taehyung momentarily gets distracted with mouthing at your ear, you come to your senses and realise that you’re becoming the pawn in his game.

You quickly flip him over, until he’s settled under you with your knees sprawled next to his thighs, pelvis’ nearly touching as he smirks at you.

“Listen, Kim,” You whisper, leaning down until your noses are touching and you can spot every freckle on his face. He leans up to chase your breath but you don’t allow him the satisfaction of caving in.

“You’d never be able to handle my pussy.” You grin at him.

His eyes darken, and you feel his hands rest tightly on your hip.

You straddle his thighs and lean in until you’re sure his cock feels your pussy against him through the barrier of his robe and your shorts.

“Try me.” He challenges, mirth dancing in his eyes.

“You know why?” You lean into his ear to whisper, and your hands trail down his chest slowly and seductively until they reach the opening of the robe where his pelvis is, touch teasing and suggestive, especially when his breath hitches.

“Why?” He attempts to grind up to you, blinded by his carnal desire.

“Because …” You bite his earlobe and hear the grunt he lets out, cock unmistakably hardening until your core.

“Once you fuck me, you’ll never be able to fuck any other pussy without wishing it was mine.” You say as you pepper kisses down his jaw, right up to his chin until your lips are hovering above his.

But as soon as he attempts to close the distance, you push yourself off of him and return to your stoic and professional stance.

“You have a meeting with your investors in twenty.”

Taehyung gapes at you, the outline of his cock clear against the thin material of his robe as he releases heavy breaths of want as he looks at you in disbelief.

“You can’t be serious.” He snaps.

You shrug your shoulders and cock your head to the clock behind him.

“Good luck getting ready, Kim.” You say with a final smirk, enjoying the fact that you had him frustrated and high.

“This isn’t the end, _____.” He says lowly.

“You better hurry up and hope you finish in less than twenty minutes.” You tease, and you see the tip of his ears burn.

“Maybe I’ll give it five.” You say, flipping your hair over your shoulder and making sure to add a little sway to your hips when you walk away.

You briefly hear a fuck being uttered when you open the door to leave, and you feel triumphant with what you left him with.

[write-like-wright]

since you did the prosecutors before can we get exes headcanons for them (like what they would be like if they were ur ex LMAO)? if this is too broad u can pick ur favorite aspect of it (u dumping them, them dumping u, seeing them in public one month later 🥰 etc)

skjdksfnfjnf this is so funny yes!

Being their ex: Ace Attorney rival prosecutor edition

Miles Edgeworth

if you thought he was awkward while you were dating, wait until you see him after your breakup

he does NOT know how to behave around you at all anymore

mostly attempts to avoid you

may or may not pull another one of his "prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death" stunts

goes to Europe for a few months to compose himself and figure out how to proceed

he's especially stumped if you are somehow obligated to interact, either through work or maybe if you live nearby

tries his best to be civil and gentlemanly, but it's painfully obvious he'd rather be anywhere else in the world at that moment

I imagine you'd have mutual friends, so before every group outing he asks if you're going to be there

something may suddenly come up if the answer is yes

*cough, cough* "I can't, I'm sick"

"boo you, Edgeworth"

I'm assuming you broke up either because of how much he works or because he fears for your safety because of your relationship

maybe it was just a heated steel samurai discussion taken too far

Franziska von Karma

oh boy, this is not gonna go well

so cold to you in the public

throws around a "foolish fool" or two your way

grips her whip so tight her knuckles turn white

cries when she gets home

absolutely cannot forgive herself for allowing someone to know her so intimately and see her in her vulnerable moments and then they're just... gone

probably puts her off dating for a while

if I had to guess why you broke up, I'd assume it was due to her intensity or competitive nature

Diego Armando/Godot

this man has many, many exes

not much changes in his demeanour towards you

he's as cool and as smooth as ever, but is careful not to cross over into the flirty territory

you're either addicted to caffeine or absolutely repulsed by it at this point

walking by a coffee shop makes you uncomfortable

don't know why you broke up, but you get back together at least twice before separating for good

Klavier Gavin

Klav remains his good old, friendly self

will drop an album about your breakup

expect a lot of hate from his stans

the media hounds you

you get invited to participate in a few reality shows probably

he feels bad and tries to defend you

offers to make it up to you by taking you out for dinner

you hook up

you break up again because you can't stand the constant scrutiny and him being away for long periods of time

rinse and repeat

Simon Blackquill

there are so many potential reasons why you could've broken up

too intense? scary at times?? manipulative without even realizing it??? spends half his life savings on a fancy katana???? who knows with him

goes full emo

do you guys know that canonically those marks on his face are from crying so much in prison? yeah (they're apparently starting to heal too, good for him)

acts all tough at work, goes home and cries to HIM - Gone With The Sin blasting at full volume

flip-flops between being a gentleman and a jerk should you meet in public

makes a few snarky comments about you and your relationship to hurt you, then has a minor freakout when realization.exe kicks in and he notices you actually are hurt

apologises by sending you cute bird pics

"Look at what Taka did today."

"He's wearing the bandana you bought him :)"

"Please respond I'm so sorry don't block me"

You eventually remain friends so you can get bird visitation rights

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi

acts polite and smiles sweetly, but occasionally ends the conversation with "I will pray for you", not unlike a hostile southern lady

you miss him and his expensive haircare and skincare products

you can definitely live without the 8-hour sermons

perhaps the cultural differences were too hard to overcome? or maybe it was the constant travelling? in either case, you mutually decide that ending your relationship would be for the best

I imagine dating literal royalty would be exhausting

Barok van Zieks

make no mistake, this WILL cause a scandal

no matter the reason for your separation, get ready to deal with some serious gossip

everywhere you go, you notice people whispering about you

"I hear they ended their betrothal with Lord van Zieks."

"Well, I say! Can't imagine dealing with the Reaper myself."

everyone wants to hear your side of the story and any potential dirt you may have on him

Barok acts as gentlemanly as ever, as befits a man of his standing

he's a solitary man, but his solitude soon leads to loneliness and resentment

his consumption of fine vintages increases by tenfold

whatever it is that happened between the two of you must have been major

betrothals are not lightly ended, especially with the heir of a powerful noble family

might not even be your doing, perhaps family got involved

perhaps, his family reputation has been besmirched? ahem

Bonus: Kazuma Asogi

poor Kazuma can't catch a break

Ryu gets a tear-stained letter written on 18 sheets of paper, front and back

"Oh, dear," Susato sighs. "I suppose this means the wedding is off."

while he's no lord, he is a prosecutor in the service of Her Majesty and the news of a courtship ending would be scandalous

perhaps, for that reason, and fearing how the public would react to your relationship (it is Victorian England we're talking about after all, Van Zieks' views are far from unique), you chose to keep it a secret

at first exciting, your secret meetings and whispered words soon become tiresome

the fear of being caught is always gnawing at you

he may lash out initially when you leave him

offers to make your relationship public, to hell with the society

you both know it's a bad idea

"This is all your fault." he sighs as he pours himself another chalice of Van Ziek's fine vintage.

"My fault? How is your poor performance today in court my fault, my Nipponese friend?" Barok spits out. "You have been distraught for days now, man! Pull yourself together!"

"Not you specifically," Kazuma brushes off. "Your kind."

"My kind?"

"Stuck up posh twats."

Gina walks in just as they're about to draw their blades

listen babes I'm a Kazuma simp this is the only way i could envision dumping his ass

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

Band of Brothers-

Cute/charming things they say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you:

Babe: 

“oh SHIIIIIT! There’s my BABY! Do you see her, fellas? GodDAMN, I’m a lucky sonofabitch!” 

(you blush so hard and are just like Babe, we’re at work stahp it but he dgaf).

It’s embarrassing and always makes Martin glare so imploringly at you that you’ll go over to Babe just to make him be quiet. Because, you know, YOU’RE AT WORK. 

This bitch is shameless when it comes to loving on you, having once come to stand next to you when Sink was giving an important announcement and straight-up PINCHED. YOUR. ASS. 

how you didn’t yelp is a miracle, and how no one else seemed to notice was equally astounding 

(oh, the boys noticed. They kinda shipped it tho, so it was more a matter of hiding their joy). 

Needless to say, it only happened the once, something you made Babe swear after you pulled him aside and punched him in the arm. 

Don’t worry, you kissed it better.

Roe: 

bb boy doesn’t say anything at first, 

the smile he saves just for you is playing at his lips as you walk up to meet him, tho.

The moment you’re close enough that he can smell the  sweet mint of your gum, he’ll whisper something sweet like “hey you” or “mon amor”, or maybe just your name 

(bc let’s be honest, his accent is 10 out of 10 and he could read me the dictionary and I’d still rock an ugly giggle/snort combo). 

If it’s a more serious situation, like if you’re hurt oh lordy

he will literally shout your name until either you shout back or someone tells him where you are. 

I could see him being a face holder, in the sense that he does it to reassure himself that you’re okay and make sure he has your undivided attention. 

Since getting injured in Carentan, you hadn’t been as close to the frontlines as you had been, so when you were needed you are REALLY NEEDED, 

and even if he didn’t like it Gene knew you were the best at what you did. 

Gene also feels better if he knows where you are.

 Even when you eventually return to Easy, he will feel better knowing which Foxhole you’re in, and knowing he’s seen to it your first aid kit was fully stocked.

Liebgott: 

THAT FUCKER’S SMIRKING AT YOU SO OPENLY that whoever he had been talking to instantly goes 

*sigh* y/n’s just came in, didn’t she? 

And he won’t even ANSWER because he’s already shoving past them to walk up and eye you with obvious satisfaction. 

“Bout time you showed up,” he’d say casually, hands finding your hips giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Sooner we get briefed, sooner we can get outta here.” 

(You’re not fully sure what ‘getting outta here’ entails, but if the way he looked at you was any indication, you had a feeling it didn’t involve anything less than PG-13 sexy times.)

Bull: 

“Hey, little lady.”

He’ll say it no matter how tall or short you are, how wide or how narrow.

He will always say it to you that when you first see each other in the morning 

(sometimes, you wake up to Hey, little lady being kissed into the soft skin behind your ear.) 

(Once while on a 48 hour pass, he’d woken you up that way in a REAL bed and the two of you had nearly gotten him sent up Curahee for being late coming back because you’d ended up spending more time in that bed than either of you anticipated Whoops)

(Even if he had been late, he definitely wouldnt have minded, tbh. He fully considered going AWOL if it mean neither of you had to leave the bed)

but throughout the day he’s more concerned about getting his hands on some part of you whenever the two of you had been apart- 

even if it was for like five minutes. 

Nothing over the top- holding his arm up and out so you can step into his side, a press of his lips to your temple. 

Idk guys i just feel like he’d just love you so much that everyone would be able to see, which they do and they all think it’s fucking cute

Buck: 

He doesn’t always call out when he sees you, mostly because your eyes always seem to find his. 

The two of you could be across a field from one another with a thousand angry Germans between you, guns blazing, and the two of you would always spot each other like two honing beacons. 

If its downtime and you guys don’t have to be on your guard he’ll ABSOLUTELY wolf whistle in at you, 

You’ll see a stupid grin lighting up his face as he nods in your direction. 

“Take a look, boys. I think we’ve got ourselves a…” 

and he always waits until you’re close enough that he can wrap a quick arm around your waist and pat your hip. 

“Certified babe-asaurus!” 

(in a foxhole somewhere, a wild Babe’s head pokes up in confusion). 

You groan and boo him, and whoever he was with inevitably ends up booing him too.

But he doesn’t care because seeing you smile makes him so happy you guys.

Lipton: 

If you’re in public, he will quietly step up beside you and place his hand gently between your shoulder blades.

He’s not super into PDA, which you didn’t mind because what he didn’t show in physical touch he more than made up for in open admiration. 

He is in awe of you 

sometimes he worries you forget how highly he thinks of you, how highly everybody thinks of you 

(you don’t forget, but he’s just one of those people who will get intrusive thoughts like that and sometimes has a hard time shaking them so plz just let him say it ok?)

so he always whispers some praise with his greeting 

(Hey, beautiful...Doin’ okay, love?...What’re you thinking, brilliant girl?). 

It’d probably seem like overkill if anyone else did it but Carwood is just so goddamn sincere that you can’t help but duck a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

HOWEVER! 

If you two kids are alone….

OH BOI. 

He is handsy, coming up and caging you with his arms, 

probably pulling you close quickly so you lose your balance and he can hold you a lil bit.

(He likes to sweep you off your feet im so sorry)

 That’s when his praises are hushed and sighed between long slow kisses. 

Nixon: 

Like Liebgott, he’s a snarky motherfucker who will get the most self-satisfied grin on his face the moment he sees you, instantly turning on the famous Lewis Nixon charm ( something he’d long since decided belonged to you and you alone.)

“Uh oh,” he’d say, looking you up and down before raising an eyebrow.

(bc your hot but also he doesn’t want to get all flirty if you’re hurt or sick or something’s up bc ur not just something to flirt with- YOU ARE A BADASS WITH BADASS RESPONSIBILITIES AND THAT WAS SOMETHING HE very often and sometimes FOUND SO HOT THAT IT MADE HIM THINK HE MAY HAVE AN AUTHORITY FETISH this has been a PSA) 

“Here comes trouble.”

you roll your eyes, the behavior you once found cocky and arrogant having becoming endearing somewhere between Toccoa and England. 

He has absolutely no qualms about PDA (verbal or physical), so it’s up to you to reign him in 

(especially if he’s a lil tipsy, poor Luz didn’t need to hear Lewis’s sloppy and shameless plea for you to let him eat you out on top of piano he’d found in the attic of the billet he’d been assigned. You weren’t able to look at George for a week without wanting to die of embarrassment and Lewis Nixon didn’t get any for two weeks. He was sure to never make such a mistake ever again) 

And Dick had probably grown blind to how Lewis liked to pull you his lap and run his hands up and down your thighs while you played with his hair. 

Also, like Lipton, he probably saves the more explicit acts of PDA for when the company has scheduled downtime 

(but only bc you told him he needed to keep it in his pants any other time he tried to get cute with you)

but you can bet your ass his hand will always try to tap it (your ass, that is.)at least once

a day when he isn’t supposed to.

That’s when you get to punish him whoopsies

Dick: 

since the day you were introduced to Dick in Georgia, the boy always made sure to stand when you entered a room and will call you “ma’am”,

(you know, LIKE HE DOES ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO FOR SOBEL BC RANKS. I feel like he has a “we salute the woman, not the rank” speech queued up for anyone who tried to give him shit for it BUT THAT’s JUST ME)

but he has a knowing look in his eye that makes the term ‘ma’am’ feel anything but impersonal.

It confused the shit out of replacements, who would automatically stand because their superior officer (that would be Big Dick Winters) did- only to see you standing there in your fatigues with a coffee in each hand with a look of mutual confusion on your face. 

(bc while they like you, but they’re confused still bc while you’re a boss ass bitch,  you didn’t outrank him...or at least they theink you dont?) 

Babe had been the one to ask you about the longing looks and lingering glances, and when you didn’t know how to answer him you’d gone to Nixon, 

He’d burst into tearful laughter and was unable to get it together enough to explain anything.

Dick had been the one to bring it up the next time they were alone, weirdly enough, as she proofread his report for errors that didn’t exist. 

Because you warrant it, he’d said when pressed for a reason why he greeted her like a ranking officer, looking down at his boots as they both blushed like teenagers at a school dance. 

After that, he still stood wherever you walked in

but now he made a point to brush his fingers against yours at some point during the time you were together. 

He’s the definition of a slow burn friends-to-lovers story, and boi can get spicy LEMME TELL YOU.

(this is my first writing thing ever plz let a sister know if there are any glaring typos. Also i’m roughly 97 years late to fandom but I brought y’all some starbucks so plz let me in thank you)

[ravenadottir]

do you have any hcs on what type of drunk the islanders are?

cannot, for the life of me, find my old answer on this.

but it’s a good thing, ‘cause it was probably too short, and i do have some thoughts and scenarios on this one! this is gonna become a whole book :/ i might also include their favorites, or what i think it’s their favorites.

bobby.

he doesn’t know how to stay still when the alcohol goes in! bobby is the type to be dancing, singing along, singing with no music, pumping other people to join him whenever he’s feeling joyful! even when he’s in a certain mood that isn’t celebratory, he’d still be finding a way to not bum everybody out with his problems. he’s just the kind of guy to try and forget his problems while having a glass in hand! “mate!” he points to gary, noah, rahim, henrik. “i - love - you! no, seriously!” he takes a seat on their lap, hugging them as he continues. “i - love you, mate! you’re the best a man can ask! i - love - you!” colorful cocktails like “sex on the beach” and daiquiris. bobbyfish is only fun to him if he’s the one making it.

carl.

forever the quiet drunk, in a corner, reminiscing on every bad decision he’s ever made. nothing makes carl pensive and regretful like alcohol. he always refuses to drink in public because “i’m the worst drunk you can have at your party.” he doesn’t interact or talk before the sixth drink, and when he does, prepare yourself for a battle of two carl’s. “bummer” x “i want to rage, but the pain of being alive is too much for me right now”. definitely wants to be designated driver at all times. prefers to drink alone, at home, when everything is going wrong. bitter drinks like the “negroni” or “manhattan”.

chelsea.

the - life - of - the - party! always! chelsea never lets her outside problems get in the way of a good time and it shows! she’s here to party, to dance, to let everyone know how fun and good friends they are. you’ll never see this girl on the corner. it’s middle of the dancefloor or no dice in her case. she also gets extra flirty with everyone else, without any intentions of hooking up with anyone. “you are looking like the whole damn roast dinner in that dress, babes!” GIN!! and everything you can make with it.

gary.

pirate drunk. do you hear me? pirate drunk. draping his arm on his mates’, or girl’s, shoulder and singing along to whatever in on the background. slow speech and often stuttering his loving and caring words. “buz ya know whet may? i... focken luv ya! i zoo! because... en her mee ou-t. you, may, a - thu - bessss!” it’s love and confusing speeches all around, followed by raising his pint to pay for another round, again. gary drunk is also the type to tell you secrets you definitely didn’t need to know. picture the things he could tell you about from when he was a teenager, before he started working out, and no, i don’t mean painful and deep stuff. i mean the weird phases of discovery. he’s absolutely graphic when talking about those and i’m not here for it, garebear. beer! beer! cheeky v is for the start, then he stays on the beer for good.

henrik.

the happiest pup you’ll ever see at a bar. henrik is extra affectionate after a few shots, and incredibly in touch with his emotions, them being positive or not. one thing i often picture him doing is just going for the kill if he needed some courage for it. whether is a girl or a boy, he’s gonna walk towards them, offer them a drink and let them know how he feels. it’s all about the positive and the horniness. if there’s a possibility of a “bathroom in the club” even better! he doesn’t waste time on talking and if he’s really into you, he’ll let you know. other than that, he’s on the booth, watching the others dance, putting his hair on a bun, because when he decides it’s time for some moves on the dancefloor, no one can hold him back. he’ll grind, twerk, take off his shirt, pull people to dance with, you name it! sweet cocktails like the ones involving wine. anything that has red wine in it, it’s probably his favorite.

hope.

gracefully having her drink in peace, trying her best to keep her composure at all times. i do reckon she’s the kind of person that when drinks has the confusing thoughts and doesn’t get her whole sentences out, but in her head she’s not aware that’s happening. not that she drinks a lot, i don’t think she does that on a night out, or party in a friend’s house, but i can definitely see her being confused when someone laughs of the way she’s speaking, because they can’t understand it. “hope, you’re drunk...” “naah, i’m foine, i only had like...” keeps trying to do the math but can’t, resulting in teasing about how much she had that night. flavored vodka cocktails with a spite of vanilla beans in them.

ibrahim.

i like how shy and closed off he is but just how much he enjoys himself while drunk. he doesn’t necessarily change as much while in that state. he knows he doesn’t need much to have a good time and it shows when he gets to that “carry me home” self. ibrahim’s favorite thing is to dance with his partner and his friends. he lets the spotlight to whoever wants to grab it, but you can be damn sure, out of nowhere, you’ll see him attempting another worm, or his usual twerking. he’s not doing for the show, he’s doing because he can’t stop laughing after and honestly? i love it! he keeps his voice to a lower tone and often gets a little dizzy while getting up. it’s part of the reason noah and bobby tease him, but he doesn’t mind and laughs along. definitely the ones that contain citric fruits, like oranges or limes, lemons and grapefruit. i often picture him drinking a “paloma”. also, drinks that have some pepper might be on his list.

kassam.

this is probably the only time you’ll see kassam smiling for no reason. usually he reserves those for special occasions, such as really goos jokes, some snarky comment about someone who he hates or when you try to make him laugh, failing miserably. but drunk kassam has an easy smile and entertained facade you would think to be fake. do not be mistaken, he’s not. he just can’t control himself while under the influence of alcohol, and i think the part he enjoys the most is to see you having fun while trying to convince him to hit the floor to dance. “you know... that’s not gonna happen. because if it does, i’m gonna humiliate you with my...” he does a snake with his arms “... moves.” he gets funnier and looser, wanting to make you smile at all costs, even if that means he does and says ridiculous things like the worm arms. energy drinks+whiskey combos. he just likes that flavor and it hits the spot pretty fast.

lottie.

there’s only two lottie’s when she gets the alcohol going: depressive/pensive or goddess of dancing. no in between. lottie will forever be a wild card and that’s part of the reason why people invite her in the first place. she’ll be questioning life and her existence when bummed out, or dance and get every chin dropping when she’s being herself. drunk lottie might pull you in a bathroom stall and go to town on you. it’s confidence and “let’s skip this one, i have something to show you.” winks discreetly. plus, she’s always that kind of girl that pulls off the “bobbing/swaying side to side” move, even thought it’s the most boring in the book. she looks good and she knows it. as for talking/confessing, forget it. she’s not one to open up while drunk. lottie is probably the least selective when it comes to choosing alcohol. colorful, sweet, spicy, bitter, you name it.

lucas.

it’s always time for confident lucas to show up, and his drunk persona wouldn’t be different. the thing he loves the most is definitely showing his moves by taking your hand and making the two of you the center of attention. something he can’t hold back is his horniness. that’s something he had in common with lottie and henrik. but instead of a bathroom stall it might be the car you came in, or a nearby hotel. he’s not exactly the type to just at it on any corner, and even drunk, he has some fear of germs. also, he might be extra flashy when dancing, on the brink of looking like that’s his stage and he’s the star. i’m sure people agree, given he’ll probably dance with more than one person at the same time, giving the audience some threesome ideas. that’s the whole point: too look hot while making everyone else wish they were his dancing partners. think of grinding on the floor, grabbing thighs and dipping a girl. or a boy, if you ask me. combos of whiskey and energy drinks.

marisol.

drunk marisol, to me, it’s the funniest. she’ll become extra analytical of the social interactions happening at the bar/club/party. every conversation will get fully analyzed before she can take the next sip. of course there’s lots more to her drunk persona, but that’s how it starts. i believe it takes her four drinks to start dancing, five to make her take her glasses off and throw them somewhere, and six to make her dance on a table. i don’t believe she has much time to drink and have fun, so that makes her much less resistant to alcohol. three drinks are enough to make her stop being marisol and become “marisol, the life of the party”. it can get ugly once she gets more drinks in her, and you can expect dinosaur noises from the other side of the bathroom stall. that’s why she avoids that feared seventh drink and gets lots of water between shots. “espanhola” and colorful cocktails.

noah.

he’s probaly the least active on a night out, but the most surprising if he feels like it. usually he stays put, having his drink in place, watching everyone dancing and goofing around with each other. not participating it’s his default, he would rather watch everyone else’s personas coming out. “come on, book boy! you’re not gonna stay in your seat all night!” “nah, i’m good. for now.” he’ll hold his twerking self in until he has the urge of taking the dancefloor. very talkative while drunk, often discussing things he’d recently discovered and can’t wait another second to share them. of course he might get them wrong, given he can take lots of alcohol but no notice when his speech becomes gibberish. definitely enjoys lemon-y drinks with vodka and other “clear” alcohol types.

priya.

oh my god, don’t shoot the messenger, but priya is the type to do some crazy stuff while drunk and blame the booze on the next day. being fully conscious and aware of her actions but saying “oh my god, i can’t believe i did that, i’m so sorry.” for whatever it is. usually she’s fun and loose when there’s alcohol involved, and by loose i mean wanting to dance her ass off. this might be the time she challenges people to lip sync battles or dances, which to most is funny, but she gets very competitive about them, to the point of betting on things like the bar tab. definitely enjoys the white wine and its variations, and often experiments with flavored vodka, like peach and vanilla.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Gif credit @rainbow-motors

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Words: 1518

Summary: Alone on a hunt for the holidays, 19-year-old Dean calls up his childhood friend. 

Notes: I’ve been obsessed with Young Jensen content and I found this gif (Thanks to the creator!) and I really wanted to write something for a younger Dean. Call me lazy, but I didn’t want to include the hunt itself in this one. I thought writing the moments before and after would be cute, so enjoy! (Bit of a mess, but I hope you like it)

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“Hey Sammy, it’s me,” Dean started the voicemail grimly. It was the third one he’d left for his younger brother, “I know you’re not happy with me and that’s why you won’t take my calls, but dammit man, I’ll be back as soon as I can. It’s just another hunt Sam. I’ll be back before you can say Hanukkah.” He thought for a moment before finishing. “Merry Christmas, Sammy.” 

He ended the message and tossed his phone on the motel bed with a huff. He knew Sam was pissed about him going on a hunt alone, especially over Christmas, but he didn’t think the silent treatment was going to last this long. Dad gave him an order and he wasn’t going to let him down. 

Dean sat down in front of a pile of books and sighed. He hated the research parts of hunts. He just wanted to kill the son-of-a-bitch. Unfortunately, he wasn’t totally sure what this particular son-of-a-bitch was. Over the course of seven years, 15 kids have gone missing right around Christmas time. No notes, no bodies, nothing. If his dad had any theories, he certainly hadn’t shared them. So research time it was. 

About three hours and two illegally obtained beers later, he had a couple of theories ready. It didn’t seem like a spirit or vampires, and without heartless bodies, it wasn’t a werewolf. Since the disappearances always happened around the holidays, he figured that the creature might have Pagan roots. Either that, or it could be a Grinch of a witch somewhere. Whatever it was, it was sure putting a dent in his holiday. 

Maybe that’s why he dialed the number. Sure, his dad told him he needed to do this on his own, but if it really was some Pagan entity, he wasn’t really sure he could take it on by himself- not that he would ever tell his father that. As far as his dad was concerned, Dean could handle anything that the dark world threw at him. But right now, looking at the Christmas lights through the frosty motel window, he wanted a friend. 

“Jack Frost, can’t say I was expecting a call from you.” Your amused voice made Dean smile. You had the phone wedged between your shoulder and your ear as you painted your toenails Christmas Tree green. Just because you were a badass hunter didn’t mean you couldn’t be festive. 

“Hey Y/N,” Dean chuckled, pushing away from the book covered table and cracking open another beer, “how’ve things been on your side of the Midwest?” 

“Oh, you know, vengeful spirit here, vampire there, nothing too exciting.” You twisted the top back on the polish and hopped off the bathroom counter, being careful when you walked so you didn’t get any polish on the carpet. “Mom’s been off with the twins, trying to give them a little bit of a normal Christmas up in Oregon.” 

“Why aren’t you with them?” Dean wondered. Your family wasn’t like his family. You and your mom somehow made it work. You weren’t usually separated, at least not for long. 

“I had a hunch that someone else was going to be needing me this year.” Dean let out a long, frustrated groan.

“Sam called you, didn’t he?” 

“Sammy boy was worried that you’d have a lonely Christmas so he asked me to hang around in case you needed some help.” You shrugged.

“Hang around? What do you mean hang around?” 

“Come to room 114 and find out Dean-o.” With a smirk, you hung up and waited at the foot of your bed, flipping through channels on the television. You settled on a channel that was playing The Year Without a Santa Claus. 

When you heard the knock on the door you walked on your heels to open it. Dean gave you an annoyed glare, but you could tell he was happy to see you. He barreled passed you, nearly knocking you off balance. 

“Watch the feet!” You whined, pointing at your newly painted toes. Dean rolled his eyes. 

“You painted your toenails?” He scoffed. “What are you? 13?” 

“Don’t be a Scrooge, they look nice.” You had long been able to handle Dean’s snarkiness. 

Your mother had run into John Winchester back in 1990 on a spirit case. Dean was 11, you were 10 and Sam and the twins were about 7. While your parents took down the ghost, you and Dean had to babysit. While he was obnoxious at first, the two of you got along pretty well. You bonded over being the oldest siblings, constantly having to look out for your kid brothers, worrying whether or not your parents would come home, remembering the parent that you’d lost, for Dean, it was his mother to a demon, for you it was your dad to a werewolf. 

After that, John and your mom would sometimes meet up if only to have you and Dean look after the younger kids. You even ended up going to the same high school for a while. Dean was probably the closest thing you had in your monster-hunting world to a best friend. And you, not that he would ever say it, were the closest thing he’d ever had to a crush. 

“I think I may have a lead on what we’re looking for here.” You informed, tossing him your journal. Astonished, Dean scanned the page. 

“How did you-”

“I’ve been researching gods in my free time.” 

“You are such a nerd.” Dean scoffed, taking a closer look at something you wrote. 

“Yeah well this nerd has saved your ass more than a fair share so shut it, Winchester.” You smirked, snatching back your journal. “Based on the case files of the missing kids, I have an idea of who we might be dealing with. Gryla is from Icelandic folklore and she, uh, eats naughty children.” 

“And here I complained about the coal.” Dean grimaced. 

“If we don’t figure out where she is, these kids become Christmas dinner.” While you dove into more research, Dean looked over your shoulder at the TV. 

“Are those puppets?” 

You scrambled to turn off the TV, but Dean stole the remote. 

“It’s a Christmas classic.” You reasoned, feeling yourself turn red. “I watched it with the twins all the time when we were kids.” 

“I think it’s adorable.” He leaned ever so closer to you without realizing it. Like a magnet pulling you together, you found yourself inching closer and closer until-

“Are we going to hunt this thing or not?” You suddenly exclaimed, backing away quickly. He was just kidding around. Dean was always pretty flirty. It was just part of your friendship. He didn’t feel that way about you- the way you felt about him. 

-

You burst through your motel room door, half carrying Dean in with you. In a panicked rush, you sat him down on the bed and scrambled to find your first aid kit. 

“At least we beat the damn thing, right?” Dean smirked before wincing at the pain. His wound wasn’t life threatening, but it sure hurt like a bitch. 

“This is going to hurt.” You warned, turning on the radio to drown out any pained sounds that Dean made. As you cleaned the wound, his eyes were locked on you. You tried not to notice. It was the pain that was making him look at you like that. You covered the wound with a bandage and put a fair distance between the two of you. You hoped he couldn’t see how much you were shaking. 

“Everything okay?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine, Dean.” You lied, laughing nervously. “I just got kinda freaked out when I saw her attack you.” 

“You sure that’s all that’s bothering you?”

“I thought you were going to die, Dean, I think that’s a sufficient reason to be a little jittery.” Dean got up from his place on the bed and walked towards you. 

“We’ve known each other for how long, Y/N? I can tell when you’re not telling me the whole story.” 

You ignored him, electing to listen to the Christmas music coming from the radio instead. It was one of your favorites. You mouthed the words to yourself. 

“Through the years, we all will be together. If the fates allow.” 

“Fate hasn’t exactly been our friend.” You scoffed. 

“Huh?”

“The song. It says ‘if the fates allow’. Fate doesn’t seem to like us this year.” 

“I don’t believe in all that.” Dean said, shaking his head. “And if I did, it looks like ‘fate’ has had it out for me for the past fifteen years.” 

“Fair enough.” You crossed your arms over your chest, watching snow start to fall outside the window. Neither of you said anything. You both just watched the white flecks tumble down to the earth. You turned around and found him standing right behind you. It didn’t startle you. It felt like he was meant to be close to you. You breathed in slowly before whispering. “Merry Christmas Dean.” 

“Merry Christmas.” 

You didn’t need any mistletoe for what came next. 

[that-yandere-life]

Oooo ooo! Would you pretty please do a NSFW alphabet thing for Wade Wilson 😭😭😍 thank you in advance!

[Thank you so much for helping me celebrate! I hope that you enjoy, and that it was what you were hoping for!]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Wade is mostly known as a lovable asshole to those in his life, but to you he is the definition of caring and sweet. So of course he will make sure to help clean you up, and tend to any needs you have. Don’t expect him not to make any playfully snarky comments the whole time though, he is still himself after all.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favorite part of his: His dick, only because he is incredibly insecure about his appearance and whether he is attractive to you. So he figures at least he can pleasure you properly even if he does look like a wrinkled nutsack.

Favorite part of yours: Everything, he is the kind of man to worship you from top to bottom. Leaving no area of your body neglected or barren from his touch by the time you both are satisfied. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Like most Yandere’s, inside of you. However sometimes he likes to “surprise” you by randomly pulling out, letting his cum go wherever it happens to land. Rubbing it into your skin as he spouts off at the mouth about the benefits it has as skin care.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

100% Into pegging, and will ask you to don a strap on at some point. Definitely can switch it up in the bedroom, even if he is mainly dominant. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Moderately experienced, knows exactly what he is doing. While he may not have had many sexual encounters with various people he did spend a long time with Vanessa. During that time however he did gain most of his current experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The Butter Churner/Jackhammer, where your hips and legs are up in the air, while he stands over you plunging down into you. It gives him great leverage to go as fast and as hard as he can, wanting to provide you with intense pleasure the entire time.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Everyone knows Wade can never be serious, so of course there are going to be moments where you both lose your focus and have to laugh. Not to mention he will have some sarcastic comment to add at one point or another.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hair doesn’t really grow down there anymore, so it’s completely bare.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You are going to be surprised at how romantic he can actually be while in the moment. It’s easiest for him to open up about his deeper feelings during the act. Not having to worry about anyone hearing besides you, touching skin on skin which is something hasn’t had in so long.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Wade jacks off whenever he feels like it, sometimes when he can’t sleep and you can. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sensory deprivation, wanting to bind you, blindfold you, gag you, maybe even using earplugs. All you can focus on is his touch, what he is doing to you, how he is making you feel. Unable to do anything but give him the signal for if you are uncomfortable, or want to stop.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere that is hidden out of sight, he is only now comfortable with you seeing him out of his clothing. So probably the bedroom is his ideal location, a place that is just for the two of you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do could be motivation to him, able to turn the most innocent statement into an innuendo. Would you expect anything less of him?

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don’t think there is anything Wade would immediately say no to, if you wanted to try it he would attempt it with you. Slightly (Okay incredibly) masochistic himself, so wouldn’t mind if you were into that either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

69’ing is something that is frequent in your household as it’s the best of both worlds for the two of you. Getting pleasured and giving pleasure, able to go for hours enjoying each other.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly fast and rough, but there are days where the two of you just need each other desperately. Those times tend to be more sensual, loving, and incredibly passionate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you are down to clown he is down too. Very willing to find someplace to fuck you into oblivion, not caring who hears.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Pretty much willing to do anything, except get naked in public. If you wanted to do something public he would compromise with just pulling his dick out and putting it to good use. That way he feels secure, and you get what you are craving.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is in it for the long haul, keeping gatorade by the bed, food in the freezer for fuel, and you underneath him for the foreseeable future.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Pretty much your entire closet is filled with various toys, costumes, anything that is potentially used in the bedroom. Always trying something different to drive you over the edge.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is Wade’s bread and butter, always going to be teasing you whether it’s sexual or not. Dirty flirty jokes will be made more often than not, making for some sexy encounters...and some very awkward encounters.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Never shuts up, ever. Even when he is being romantic he is talking in your ear telling you everything and anything that is on his mind. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has a deal with a company where they send him sex toys for free if he reviews them, and he takes it very seriously. Taking down notes on what you think of them, how they felt, what/who it would work best for. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slightly above average, uncut, generously thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Insatiable! Wanting you as often as you are willing, no matter what the circumstances.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Wade is the type to watch you fall asleep, getting lost in his own mind as he thinks about how lucky he is at the end of the day. To have you to come home to, to have you in his arms every night as you peacefully slumber.

[masterthespianduchovny]

why is it so important people to prove that David and Gillian hate (or don't) each other? Or that they were (or not) a couple? real question.

Anon, here’s my thorough input about your ask:

I’m not sure if you’ve watched the x files or not, which is important to understand some peoples very strong emotions about this topic. 😅

I reckon most people don’t care about David and Gillian’s relationship, which may include yourself if you’ve seen the show, but if not:

The x files was a groundbreaking show and had introduced a new male-female dynamic, but largely the show was built off of the backs of the two leads David and Gillian. If these two didn’t click, the show wouldn’t have worked. From day one, these two had insane chemistry. Typically, if they didn’t spend enough time together in an ep, people would complain. When the show’s quality began to decline, people tuned in for Mulder and Scully.

Based off of how magical these two were together on screen and that they never missed a beat, you’d never imagine they didn’t get along at times. But, the friction between them was notable on some occasions via interviews and certain non show clips. Sometimes they spoke highly of one another and other times, it was obvious that they weren’t in the best of places.

On the flip side, during this same time, there was also the media who were fascinated with them. Because, when David and Gillian got along IRL, they’re a sight to see. They’re way more animated and giggly around one other. On several occasions, the media has flat out asked them if they were a thing, if they ever would be, and are they interested in each other. At times, their answers and behavior is very fascinating even literal decades later.

I honestly do think that fans and the media can differentiate between acting and real life. There is something about their interactions that makes think people they were involved or some hope they are/were/will be.

You also have certain situations that doesn’t help matter, such as in 1997 David agreed to go as Gillian’s date as support to the golden globes and they looked like a couple (she was going through a divorce and this was how he supported her). A mag accidentally called him her boyfriend. Lol. Gillian has confirmed that she was interested in David and he appeared to interested until she said she wasn’t from New York. They threw a lot of sexually charged jokes at each other even tho they were said to hate one another. David asking if Gillian came became she moaned a certain way and Gillian saying she wanted to suck David’s dick. In the first x files movies, they asked to make out for fun in character knowing full well it wasn’t going to be in the movie.

So there are some sus things that happened that, even people who don’t care, start to think, “hmm...what’s going on between them?”

There’s this famous jimmy kimmel interview in 2016 where he flat out asks this because they were all giggly and flirty. And none of this includes the moments when they flirt, specifically Gillian, to have fun with fans. Gillian also gets flustered when asked questions about David and he gets defensive.

Basically, this relationship has had more interest and intrigue than (their) actual relationships. LOL.

Now, the vocal naysayers are a different case. People who don’t believe they were ever a thing usually say their piece and walk away. But, the vocal detractors are a different story. Some believe that people who are pro Gillian and David (which doesn’t necessarily mean them being involved) can’t separate reality from fiction. Tbh, they are conspiracists about the two, so there’s that. But, these people get upset at those who even dare believe that David and Gillian are friends.

If you’ve ever seen an interview between the two, you’d understand why many would want them to be friends. They’re gold together. Why would anyone want to believe that is acting???

Those who froth at the mouth about this is typically because they hate David. Why? Well, that’s their business and they’re allowed to feel that way. But, since they hate David that means Gillian hates David. Because David and Gillian didn’t get along at times, this proves how David is the worst. Gillian has always had loyal, staunch fans, some of which, have taken on her problems and/or issues with David as their own. It’s a lot of things, really. I don’t mean this in a snarky way at all, but they worship her and thinks she a goddess. (I’m not referring to most or all of her fans getting this defensive and whatnot).

Since they have these deeply intense feelings of hatred towards David and see themselves as her defender/protector, the mere idea that they could be friends is an insult to her and them.

Which means that they’ll flat out ignore interviews and quotes where Gillian denies hating David, says they’re friends, the things she likes about him, and that David wasn’t the only who misbehaved back in the day. They’ll bring up completely unrelated things as “evidence” as to why Gillian hates David. They’ll accuse him of unproven things that actually makes Gillian look bad as well. But, as long as they get to shit on David, it doesn’t matter.

They’ve gone as far as misconstruing a statement Gillian made years ago to mean, “David was like an abusive partner.”

So, pro David and Gillian people either want them to be friends/involved because we’d like to believe their dynamic based on their insane chemistry is real. And we don’t want to believe that they hate each other in real life because it doesn’t vibe with their face to face and paper interviews.

Where as anti people: 1. A fraction of them hate the idea that just because they had chemistry means something was/is going on (these people aren’t against them being friends) 2. Anti David people who adore Gillian and think of him as an abusive partner she needs to be protected from. These are the most vocal critics. Most of the anon hate I receive are literally people complaining about David and why they hate him. And the posts I’ve made don’t even say they’re together or were, many of them are about David and Gillian being friends. Lol

They assume that anyone who doesn’t hate David thinks he can do no wrong and they must rectify this mistaken belief.

And, don’t get me wrong, I think it’s adorable how much some fans love and gush over Gillian (and David, he has fans too. Lol). But, some fans take it too far and are taking on these actors (alleged) grievances as if it’s their own or that they know intimate details that they’d have no knowledge of.

In the grand scheme of things, it’s not “important.” But, when you’re invested in the actors on some level, more times than not, you’re invested in their relationships: romantic, friendships, familial, and professional.

There’s a lot of shit I don’t know, forgot, and didn’t touch on that much, but that’s the gist of it. 😂 this has been an ongoing thing since the 90s and, apparently, will never die.

One last note: if you pay attention to pop culture and celebrity relationships and rumors, the intrigue around them is insane. Many couples who are/were bigger celebrities than them don’t get this much attention. I don’t know if it’s because the question still exists as to whether or not they’re telling the truth or what, but this has been going on for over 27 years.

Celebrities pay top dollar to get the type of attention they get FOR FREE. Their are superstar singers who’ve had PR relationships that people don’t care for or have forgotten about, where as David and Gillian constantly have people curious as if the two have ever be a thing or will. Like, even when these two have been married and in relationships, interviewers STILL will bring up the possibility of them being together.

If you follow celebrity couples, you’ll know how rare and unusual this is. When celebs have questions like this, it’s because they were a huge couple (think Brad and Jen). Like, I’ll probably make another post and go in-depth about it because this post is already super long (😩), but the media usually doesn’t keep being up romance questions for two celebs who have emphatically denied being involved for literal decades and there aren’t rumors connecting them. Even the media has let go of rooting for Kate and Leo to get together, yet David and Gillian still get questions. 😅

:)

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A betting pool starts amongst the Edenbrook staff on who Dr. Lila Valentine is dating.

It was yet another day in the locker room as the interns stripped off their clothes and put on their scrubs. There was the usual mindless sound of chatter as they asked each other how their weekends had went when Mitch paused, his muscled chest on full display as he stared imperiously at his fellow interns.

“So what’s the deal with Dr. Valentine? Is she seeing anyone?” he asked.

“I’m out,” Esme slipped on her top and walked out of the room.

Mitch didn’t spare her another glance as he leaned against the lockers, his arms crossed, “I bet she’s with Dr. Ramsay.”

Sothy looked uneasy, his usual grin gone from his face, “Dude, that’s not cool. Dr. Valentine’s a good doctor.”

“I don’t mean she slept her way into the diagnostic team,” Mitch said, rolling his eyes, “She was the best competitor and she won the position. I’m just saying, I think they also have a thing.”

“I don’t know,” Gary interjected, his face turning thoughtful, “Dr. Varma seems to really like her too. She keeps complaining about how good Dr. Valentine is.”

“Nah, you guys are both wrong,” Sothy said at ease now, his grin reappearing, “She’s definitely with Bryce. Have you seen that dude?”

While Mitch had indeed seen Bryce in the changing room, he was not as impressed with him as Sothy seemed to be, “Fifty bucks she’s with Ramsay.”

The other two looked at each other curiously before shrugging.

“You’re on.”

—

Gary Garrison was having a good day.

Sure, Dr. Varma had shut him down immediately when he’d asked about her relationship with Dr. Valentine, but he was confident that his intuition was correct.

As snarky as she usually was with Dr. Valentine, he hadn’t heard her talking about anyone else quite so often. Not to mention when he’d first been introduced to her, Dr. Varma had had called her one of the best damn doctors in the hospital.

Gary had no doubt that there was some sort of passion beneath their friendly rivalry. He was going to win a cool $100 from the others.

“So, do you know if Dr. Varma and Dr. Valentine are in a relationship?” Gary asked pleasantly.

The nurse he’d been talking to frowned at him, startled by the sudden change in subject, “I don’t know. Why do you want to know?”

Gary suddenly realised that the bet he’d made with Mitch and Sothy was probably something he should keep to himself.

“Oh, no reason!” He said loudly, feeling himself starting to sweat, “I just wanted to know if she was… free?”

The nurse looked wholly unconvinced and she continued to stare at him, waiting for an answer.

“I-well-“ Gary stammered before hanging his head in defeat, “I may have made a bet that Dr. Valentine is with Dr. Varma.”

He looked to the ground, sheepishly scratching his head as he waited to be reprimanded.

But when he looked up to meet the nurse’s eyes, she seemed positively thrilled.

“A bet?” She asked, her eyes burning with excitement, “Count me in.”

—

There were few people at Edenbrook who did not know Dr. Lila Valentine after her tumultuous first year.

Even if they didn’t know her personally, they knew of her: the doctor who had taken the hospital by storm, the doctor who had nearly lost her license by stealing from a pharmaceutical company to help a much loved patient, the doctor who had saved the life of the new Chief of Medicine when even he hadn’t been able to figure out what was wrong with him, the doctor who had become the youngest fellow on the diagnostic team.

There were numerous stories told about her and while they were filled with varying levels of truth, there was still one underlying consensus:

Dr. Lila Valentine was a damn good doctor and a damn good person.

It was hard not to like a person like Dr. Valentine, ever diligent and willing to help out others. Despite efforts to sabotage her reputation, there was hardly anyone who actually had something bad to say about her- most people only had good anecdotes to share, when she’d helped them out one way or another.

As it turned out, there were quite a lot of people interested in Dr. Valentine’s love life and Mitch soon found that he needed to keep a notebook in order to track the overwhelming number of bets being made.

—

“Dr. Zaid once caught her and Dr. Lahela making out in the supply closet,” An IM resident told Mitch conspiratorially as she handed him a twenty, “He was in a bad mood the rest of the day. Well, worse than usual.”

~

A NICU nurse went out of his way to find Mitch, “$50 on Ramsay. They stayed overnight once, watching over a premature baby. There’s something between them for sure!”

~

“I walked into the on call room once and I had to walk out immediately. I don’t think Drs. Valentine and Varma noticed but… I definitely noticed them,” A surgical resident whispered, blushing furiously even as she pushed a fifty dollar bill to Mitch.

~

The nurse sighed heavily, “I was personally rooting for Rafael.”

Seeing Mitch’s blank face, she quickly clarified, “He’s a paramedic. But then he showed up at the hospital one day with his girlfriend.”

“It’s a shame. I saw them sleeping together in his hospital bed once and it was just the cutest thing I’d ever seen…” she clucked her tongue in disappointment before turning serious, “I want $40 on Dr. Lahela.”

—

Mitch had just handed a ticket to Dr. Taylor when he found himself facing a certain surgical resident.

“Dr. Lahela,” he greeted professionally, giving away no signs of apprehension.

Bryce glanced down to the notebook in Mitch’s hand with a smirk, and Mitch felt his grip on it tighten.

“I want $50 on Bryce,” Bryce finally said, handing him a crisp bill.

“Nice,” Mitch couldn’t help but nod in respect as he handed him his ticket.

“Always bet Bryce, baby!” Dr. Lahela declared as he walked off jauntily with his new betting receipt.

“Alright, Dr. Lahela has moved down to even money,” Mitch announced to a muttering crowd.

—

One day, during his break, Mitch was surrounded by a verifiable militia of hospital personnel, from security guards to lab techs to physicians. The chatter suddenly died down and Mitch had only the time to wonder why when the sea of people parted and the Chief of Medicine appeared in front of him.

“Dr. Banerji,” Mitch greeted with one of his most winning smiles, even as he began to panic internally. Was he going to lose his career all because of a single bet?

No. The panic quickly dissipated, and Mitch felt a calm take over him. He’d been in worse situations than this and he’d found that there was little the charm of a good looking and self assured man could not mitigate. There was only one way he’d get out of this.

“Would you like to place a bet sir?” Mitch asked confidently with one of his most winning smiles.

Dr. Banerji remained silent but Mitch did not let his composure break, staring intently at the man who held his career in his hands.

And then Dr. Banerji laughed and Mitch could not help but breathe in relief.

“No, no. I don’t think I’d be setting a good example if I were to bet on the personal lives of my employees,” he said and while he was chuckling, there was still an underlying current of warning that kept Mitch on edge.

“Of course,” Mitch said.

“But I do have to admit. I was a bit curious as to who was in the lead.”

“Sir?”

Dr Banerji looked at him expectantly and Mitch quickly responded.

“Well Dr. Lahela is the current favourite, although Dr. Ramsay is a close second.”

“Hmm,” Dr. Banerji murmured, a mysterious smile on his face, and Mitch suddenly remembered that Dr. Banerji was the personal mentor of Dr. Ramsay. Not to mention, Dr. Valentine had saved his life.

There was no way he didn’t know who she was actually dating.

“Good day,” Dr. Banerji took his leave, chortling, and Mitch felt a sharp pang of regret that he had missed out a chance to ask for inside information.

—

A month had passed since the start of the betting pool, and while it had expanded to include a good quarter of the entire hospital, they were still no closer to reaching an official verdict.

If Dr. Valentine had felt scrutinised after the announcement of her disciplinary hearing, there were twice the number of eyes on her now.

But she didn’t seem to notice, passing each day oblivious to the attention on her.

Lila walked out of a patient’s room now, her brow furrowed in concentration as she made a few marks on the patient chart.

It was at this moment that Jackie made her way down the hallway. Upon seeing her, Lila bumped her hips playfully against Jackie’s, and the eyes of all of the staff in the vicinity seemed to focus in on that single action.

There was a playful exchange of “Doctor” between the two but Lila continued to keep walking to the disappointment of many.

Bryce appeared now, turning around the corner as he wheeled one of his patients out. Seeing Lila, he winked at her, and while this was standard behaviour for the flirty resident, Lila suddenly stopped him, placing a light hand on his shoulder.

Unknowingly, people began to lean forwards as Lila and Bryce engaged in a quiet conversation. When they stopped talking, there was a sudden buzz of activity as everyone pretended to be busily absorbed in their work.

The ding of the elevator announcing its arrival caused a current of excitement in the air as people waited with bated breath to see the newcomer, hoping desperately that it might be a certain diagnostician who would put an end to this bet.

Dr. Harper Emery, Chief of Neurosurgery, entered the ICU and there was a collective sigh of disappointment as Lila greeted the woman, handing her a patient file on the diagnostic team’s newest case that was in dire need of a neurosurgeon’s expertise.

The mood seemed to dampen until a sharp look from the surgeon caused everyone to begin working with renewed focus.

—

“You want to come over?” Sienna asked Danny brightly, “My roommates won’t mind. I mean, Lila barely comes home these days anyway.”

At the mention of Lila’s name, Mitch suddenly sidled up to her at the nurse’s station.

“Dr. Valentine hasn’t been home lately?” Mitch repeated and he slowly looked over Sienna, as if reassessing her worth to him.

Looking thoroughly unimpressed by his blunt intrusion into their conversation, Sienna responded, “If you have any questions, you should ask Dr. Valentine herself. Bye Danny.”

Sienna left but Mitch was beyond caring as he also left to round up his fellow interns.

“Dr. Trinh mentioned that Dr. Valentine hasn’t been home lately. That means she can’t be seeing Dr. Varma, she has to be seeing Ramsay!” Mitch declared triumphantly.  While the bet had started out harmlessly, it had gotten so big, and now, it was a matter of principle to him. He needed to know for his own pride that he was right, that Dr. Valentine was dating Dr. Ramsay.

“Well, Bryce doesn’t live with them either so he’s still an option too,“ Sothy pointed out.

Mitch grimaced at the truth of his statement.

—

After yet another tiring day of work, Mitch made his way to the locker room when he suddenly did a double take and took a few steps back.

There, in the diagnostic team’s room, visible through the glass walls, were Dr. Ramsay and Dr. Valentine alone.

The walls were unfortunately soundproof and Dr. Valentine’s face was obscured from his perspective, but Mitch could still see how close the two were to each other.

A tender smile appeared on Dr. Ramsay’s face, the likes of which Mitch had never seen before on the usually strict and tough physician. Dr. Ramsay then placed a hand on Dr. Valentine’s shoulder and Mitch surreptitiously sneaked over to a different vantage point.

And there it was.

Dr. Valentine’s face was flushed pink, her eyes filled with an adoring light as she listened to what Dr. Ramsay was telling her.

There needed to be more evidence before the bet could be finalized but this was as good a confirmation as Mitch needed and he whistled cheerily all the way home.

—

Lila practically purred in contentment, curled into her lover’s embrace on the couch and relishing the feeling of their hands stroking her side.

Reflecting on her day, Lila still felt herself flush with pride at the memory of Ethan’s words to her. Even after the better part of a year, it was hard not to feel out of place in the diagnostic team meetings, not to let herself become overwhelmed by the sheer knowledge and skill of her more experienced colleagues.

But today, Lila had been the one to guide the team to the correct diagnosis after days of struggle and countless consults; she’d been the one to see past the distracting myriad of abnormal test results. She had been the one to see the patient and notice the hepatomegaly that indicated liver failure even as the lab results said otherwise. She had been the one to figure out that the patient had Wilson’s Disease and place her on the list for a desperately needed liver transplant.

Ethan had pulled her back after the meeting to express his admiration for how far she’d come (“Good work, Doctor.”) and she felt like she was still on a high from that. Lila had never imagined she’d hear those words from a doctor she’d idolised since her days in medical school.

But then there were a lot of things Lila had never imagined would happen.

Their relationship had faced a lot of obstacles, including the woman herself because of her reservations, but it had all been worth it the day Harper Emery had told Lila that she loved her too.

There wasn’t an exact moment that Lila could pinpoint the start of her feelings for Harper; it had been a gradual realisation. Outside of the hearing, she hadn’t had much chance for interaction with the Chief of Medicine, but she’d stumbled upon the woman one day, alone in an empty surgical suite, running her hands wistfully over the surfaces.

One conversation had led to another and Lila had seen more and more of the woman behind the mantle with each meeting.

And then one day, she’d looked at Harper and realised that she loved her, had loved her for a while.

It had taken a long time for Harper to admit her own feelings but now they were together and Lila would not trade the world for it.

Of course, they both knew it was too early to report their relationship to HR. It was too soon after her disciplinary hearing and Lila had no intention of staining Harper’s professionalism, nor did Harper want to cast a shadow over Lila’s burgeoning career. It’d still be a year or so before things settled down and they could safely report their relationship without fear of excessive backlash.

But for now, Lila contented herself by snuggling into the warmth of Harper’s arms.

“You’re getting bold,” Harper said with a smirk in her voice as she pulled out the post it note that had been attached to the file she’d received from Lila.

“They all think I’m dating Bryce or Ethan or Jackie anyway,” Lila dismissed carelessly, “I don’t know how any of them believe I don’t know about the bet. They’re so obvious.”

“And wrong,” Harper murmured before leaning down and drawing Lila into a kiss that stole her breath away.

Lila hummed happily as they continued to kiss, feeling as if her heart might burst from all the happiness and joy she was feeling in this moment.

“Bed?” Harper asked sultrily, gently tugging Lila’s lower lip with her teeth as she withdrew from their kiss.

“Please,” Lila breathed out and all thoughts escaped her mind as she lost herself in the embrace of the woman she loved.

—

A/N: lol did anyone guess the pairing?

several points of explanation:

We don’t know much about the new interns so I just based their personalities off of what we’ve seen so far. It made sense to me that Mitch would be experienced with large betting pools as like a frat guy or whatever, and that Gary wouldn’t be able to lie about the bet.

I wrote Lila to be a very affectionate person. She enjoys having fun and she’s had a couple of light trysts with some of her friends her first year; they’re all young and good looking and under inordinate amounts of stress that only each other understand, what’s to stop them? I don’t know if Ethan would have been up for a one night stand so you can think whatever you like, it’s open. But ultimately, she falls for Harper and they’re in a committed relationship.

Dr. Banerji knows about the relationship and thinks they’re good for each other although he regrets that they have to hide it for now. Sienna knows and I couldn’t decide if Bryce/Jackie/Elijah also know or if they only know that she’s in a relationship.

The Wilson’s disease case I summarised briefly is a true story that Dr. Lisa Sanders wrote about in her book, “Every Patient Tells a Story.” Fun fact: she actually inspired the show, House MD

Bryce has moved down to even money - this means that if he turned out to be dating Dr. Valentine, everyone who bet on him would get their money back. 1:1 odds, as opposed to getting like double their money.

to reiterate: Lila’s flushed bc she’s proud to be praised by her idol turned friend. Mitch is just misunderstanding everything.

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Back to you (Chapter V)

Summary:  Y/N Stark and Peter Parker are unconditionally and irrevocably in love with each other, being friends for years was just the step before making it official. BUT, just the weekend they did, Thanos and the snap happened, leaving Y/N broken: without friends, avengers family or Peter Parker. So, she has to move on, at least that’s what everyone’s telling her and she really tries to do it and who better to help her than Harry Osborn. But, has she really let Peter go? What if Tony Stark -genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist- knows how to bring Peter back? And what happens when he does? Is Y/N going to avenge again? Who’s going to lead the avengers now? Who is she going to choose? Harry or Peter? and who the hell is mysterio? *He doesn’t even go here

word count: 10.6k 

author’s note: I really loved how this chapter turned out, I had to go back to my dairy when I broke up with my ex to remember those really raw feelings that I had and place them in the story. I love Harley and Y/N relationship because it’s just banter and it lets our girl have a nice laugh before she has THE TALK with Peter. Next chapter it’s going to be so interesting because we can finally see the new dynamics between Y/N and her friends and dealing with Harry and being an Avenger or head Avenger I must say. As you know I love your feedback so please please let me know what you think, like and repost it and I receive any request! I’m already thinking about the next series, it’s going to be a continuation of this but based on my blurb Hey Hey you yeah I don’t like your (boy) girlfriend. 

Enjoy! Love -J. 

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Proof that Tony Stark has a heart 

You’d read the inscription on that arch reactor a thousand times or even more through the years. It was always on your father’s lab and since Pepper had gifted to him, it became a relic in your household and a token that represented how your father had subsequently changed. He carried it to New York when you moved, it was saved when your house in Malibu was destroyed by the Mandarin, it eventually came to the cabin when Tony moved, with Morgan and Pepper, Upstate. 

So, it was beyond unbelievable for you to be carrying it over the flower arrangement that Pepper had ordered to let it float on the lake at your father’s funeral. 

Because although you knew that Tony wasn’t immortal, it was still implausible for you that he wouldn’t come home anymore. 

He wouldn’t see you graduate college; he wouldn’t officially pass his legacy to you as the head avenger, he wouldn’t walk you down the aisle if the time came. He wouldn’t see Morgan grow-up or grow old with Pepper as he had wished. 

It didn’t even seem real to you as you walked towards the dock, holding one of Morgan’s tiny hands while Pepper was carrying her, Happy and Rhodey close to you and the whole Avengers team walked behind as you did your best to keep it together. Your eyes trailed back to Morgan and by seeing her eyes sparkling with tears, your heart broke, she could already understand what was happening. 

As soon as you arrived at the cabin, she had been asking for Tony too. Pepper let you know that she had been waiting for you to tell her together. Honestly, the last couple of days had been a swirl. The last thing you remembered about the fight was Tony’s arch reactor turning off, after that, it was just uncontrollable sobs that left your lips and Peter’s hands holding you as tight as he could ever do. You thought that you had passed out after, your body had bare way too much than it probably could: From time traveling to Natasha dying, to be injured while facing Thanos and his army, to seeing your father dead. 

It was too much and for some reason, you thanked your brain for letting you rest. 

Still, the pain didn’t go away when you woke up. 

You were driven upstate by Steve and Rhodey who were waiting for you to wake up and were taking care of you along with Bruce. They had to help you get dressed and got you down to the car as if you were a child again and you thanked them for that. In all honesty, you were acting as best as you could but it seemed as if you were barely there. It could’ve been because of the PTSD or the shock. The only thing Steve and Rhodey got out of you were short answers, nods, and hums, not even Happy, who was already in the cabin, got more than a hello and a hug. It wasn’t because you wanted to be rude but because your mind was still trying to process all that you had been through in a couple of days and how you were trying to piece back together life. 

It was like the snap all over again, but now it was far more complicated. 

Dad died, Harry’s in L.A. probably with his father, the universe is back, I’m not longer avenging, I have to tell Morgan that our father died and Peter’s back, you repeated over and over again on your head. 

Not because you wanted to torture yourself but because you really wanted to know how to map out your next step. Tony’s words of not wasting your life, were in the back on your mind but along with them, those chocolate eyes with golden specks were also waiting for you to do something about them. 

Steve and Rhodey let you know that Peter had gone with you to Stark Tower, he refused to let you go until it was completely necessary. He had waited for you one whole day, still in his iron-spider suit, but as time passed and you didn’t wake up, Steve told him to go check on May and his friends. It had been an order, otherwise, he wouldn’t have left. He followed through but asked them to tell you that he would try to go Upstate as soon as he could, that he would be texting you. 

And he did, but you didn’t answer. 

After telling Morgan that Tony hadn’t made it, you didn’t even have the energy to see what he had said, so you simply turned it off as you tried to spend as much time with Morgan and Pepper, trying to somehow make sense of what had happened. 

It might have been a selfish move, it made you feel even worse that you were acting like a dick and you were not facing him. In the back on your mind, you were trying to think how on earth you were going to handle this, you hadn’t figure it out not even when you saw him at the funeral. 

You reached the water, carefully placing the flowers over it, and, as your heart clenched on your chest, you let it go. It didn’t actually dawn on you that you were crying until the tears were blurring your sight and Pepper helped you stand up as you held on to her and Morgan. 

As distraught as you were by looking at the art reactor floating away, you didn’t want to look back because you knew that everyone was watching you and there was no way you would let them see how weak you actually felt. Especially since Peter was standing next to Steve, crying as well and being held by Aunt May. 

It was silent for a few moments.

And as you watched the arch reactor disappearing into the water, you felt the unbearable weight on your shoulder that Tony had told you about many times that he felt. Now what? you thought to yourself. 

“I want Y/N”, Morgan mumbled as she pulled away from Pepper’s chest and moved her tiny hands towards you, signaling for you to grab her. 

Morgan was far more advance than Tony or even you were at her age, she was already talking coherent sentences while you had to turn two before you could do that. So, it wasn’t a surprise that she was way more perceptive and wanted to comfort you somehow and the hugs that she gave you, how she clung to your neck and nuzzle on your chest, it was as if everything was okay again. 

“Come on baby”, you answered back with the best smile you could possibly give her, and Pepper passed her to you, she kissed your forehead and turned around to face the rest of the people. 

“Thank you so much for coming and being here with me and my daughters”, Pepper announced, choking up a bit as she said the word daughters. “There’s food inside or you are free to leave, I know you are all busy people”

You could hear a few mumbling thank you’s or humming, you heard some steps following Pepper inside the house but others lingered around, still, no one dared to interrupt you or Morgan at the moment, and you felt thankful because it was indeed a hard time for both of you. 

But then someone touched your shoulder and a part of your mind prayed that it wasn’t Peter; it wasn’t.

 As soon as your eyes connected with those sterling blue eyes, you couldn’t help but smirk. 

Part of you really thought that Harley Keener would skip the funeral, you had sent the invitation yourself but it was still a longshot. 

Harley had been in your life since the Mandarin deal with Tony, Tony always used to go to Tennesse to visit him and he flew with you once. The first five minutes of meeting each other weren’t that nice, he was two years older than you and said he was smarter than you; at the end of the day, you managed to get along (not without a threat from Tony). And so, Harley Keener became your first crush, and apparently, it was beyond obvious that years later, both Harley and Tony gave you a hard time when he would come and visit from his little town or MIT. 

It was one of the losses you and Tony had to endure as well when the snap happened. 

“Surprised?”, the lanky boy with dark hair that one day used to be a light blonde asked. 

“I am, indeed”, you answered softly as you swing from side to side, trying to make Morgan a bit sleepy. 

“You really thought I wouldn’t come?”, Harley cried in an overdramatic way and you couldn’t help but smile a bit as he walked next to you to stare at the lake. “Hurts that you thought of me in that way.”

“I just… I understand that coming back isn’t easy”, you said, noticing Harley tensing to your words, his face deadpan and you could see his jaw clenching. 

It was unusual for Harley. Harley was playful, loved playing coy, flirty, snarky and witty comments here and there, plus a good touch of sarcasm. In all the years that you had come to know him, he was never tense, not even bother by anything. Hence, why you liked him so much at one point, you could be the opposite of super easy-going in moments like these.  

“Yeah, well…”, Harley sighed as his eyes focused on Morgan that was watching him apprehensively, he smirked in return and then gazed at you, something in his eyes gleaming. “She looks just like him”

It was true, Morgan was the spitting image of Tony with the soft features of Pepper. It was the complete opposite of you, you looked exactly like your birth mother but had inherited all the little gestures and behaviors that Tony had. If you were placed side by side, you would act like his clone. 

It pained you a bit when Harley denied saying his name out loud. 

“Morgan, you want to meet Uncle Harley?”, You whispered as she held tighter, a bit nervous but at the end of the day, she nodded. 

Morgan wasn’t really into a lot of people. She was a calm and observant baby, but mostly a bit shy at first, which was a surprise for Tony, although you had been the same. From the Avengers team only Rhodey, Nat, Steve, and Bruce managed to get to know her, but still, she remained quiet most of the time, especially when they came to plan the time-heist. And at the funeral she had only made eye contact with Happy or Rhodey out of all the guests, Steve a little but not too much. 

“Hey, Little Stark”, Harley beamed as he made a big gesture and offered Morgan his hand with a bow. 

In returned Morgan giggle on your chest, making you feel the vibrations of her laugh and she placed her tiny hand on Harley’s. It could’ve surprised you that Morgan had agreed to interact with Harley, but it really wasn’t. He was charming and everyone loved him, he had a way with people. 

“A pleasure.” He announced and he quickly placed a quick peck on her hand but Morgan reacted rather poorly. 

“Ew!” She shouted between chuckles as she shook off her hand from Harley’s and wipe it on her dress. 

You couldn’t help but to chuckle along at Harley’s chagrined expression, his eyes opened like plates and completely frozen where Morgan had let him. It might have been a first for him.  

“I didn’t see that coming, Little Stark”, Harley grumbled as he scrunched up his nose while watching Morgan with a half-smile. 

“First time you are rejected?”, you asked playfully. 

Harley rolled his eyes at you, “Maybe… but I could remember a time where you were dying for me to do that”, he answered.

The heat you felt on your cheeks gave you away, it had been years but the embarrassment didn’t go away completely. Now it had become a joke between you, to remember how dumbfounded you were with the blonde boy that came over sometimes to New York or that you went to visit as well. 

“Oh my god, please it was almost like ten years ago, get over it”, you scoffed and rolled your eyes as Morgan watched the conversation good-humoredly as if she understood better than you thought the comments threw to one another. 

“You get over me!”, Harley cried “You are jealous that you are not my favorite Stark anymore?”, he said as he winked at Morgan who replied with a giggle. 

For a lanky boy, Harley didn’t show his dorky side a lot. He always seemed so graceful with his movements, his touches, and gazes. As if they had been rehearsed to be eloquent and elegant. 

“I see that you are into younger girls,” you cooed as you watched Morgan with a smile and rubbed your nose against hers, “and a girl can share” and you winked. 

Harley chuckled as his eyes trailed back to the lake, he shook his head and bit his lower lip. Trying to find an answer to your comment, those were the times that you bonded the most when you could leave him without a proper answer. It felt good to remember past times when everything had been easy, it had been a hard month, to say the least, and the last time you had been this carefree was when you last saw Harry. 

“Just into Stark’s that are younger than me”, Harley replied, making you shake your head.

But then it hit you, the word younger echoed through your head like if someone had yelled something to a cave. 

“That was…”, you sighed as you placed Morgan on your other hip. “We are basically the same age now, you know?”

You saw how Harley looked a bit dazed, his eyes moving a bit too quickly as he stared into space, he stayed silent for a couple of moments; you could see him calculating his thoughts. 

“I… I can’t really process that”, Harley stammered as his frantic eyes finally connected with yours, his feet tapping the floor. “You were always like a little bean and now, you… are you 21?”

You shook your head a bit your inner cheek. 

“Almost…” you trailed off, staring at Harley as your mind tried to find a way to come back from that. “I know it’s hard, sorry for bringing it up”

“No, it’s okay” Harley insisted as he cleared his throat. “Anyway, it’s not like we can be together. I saw your loverboy around here, somewhere”

You hummed as you felt your body tensing up, you winced at the memories of Peter and Harley together.

Peter and Harley, they had a difficult relationship. 

They had always been seen by Tony as his surrogate sons, he loved them both equally but god, the way they competed for Tony’s attention and yours too was unbearable. Not that Peter would ever be point-blank rude to Harley or that Harley actually wanted to make Peter feel bad (most of the time) but it was a tension that was always silently in the room when both of them came in and all of you knew it. 

For one part, Peter was clearly jealous of Harley when Tony would invite him to work on a project and make him fly from MIT to Stark Tower or the compound. Peter always had to share his lab with Harley, which was usually flowing with work on Spider-man related things or Peter’s own inventions but he had to move everything aside for him. It even annoyed Peter more when Tony said that Harley would have his own as soon as he graduated from MIT and come to work for Stark Industries. Peter felt like he was second to Harley most of the time because of the way that Harley and Tony went back, but he tried to brush it off most of the time in order for Tony not to notice although it didn’t work. 

Regarding you, it was even worst. Not that Peter felt any kind of property over you, he just felt insecure with Harley around. Each time Harley visited it occupied a lot of your time and you invited him everywhere. The Midtown gang adored Harley as well, so there was no way Peter could freely complain about the lanky smooth boy because MJ and Ned would always say that Harley was the best and that he was exaggerating. But it got worse, the flirty banter that you and Peter usually was overshadowed when Harley arrived because he was much more obvious with you and wasn’t afraid or embarrassed by it and neither were you, mostly because both of you knew that it was in a joking manner. But with Peter, it was stolen glances and touches, that was obvious but never spoken. 

Until Harley actually made you realized what was happening during Junior year. It made you feel so stupid and after that, you decided to have a talk with Peter about it although you weren’t together at the moment. It made the tension dissipate a bit but Harley still liked to rile Peter up and had a shit-eating-grin every time he would flirt with you while Peter was glaring at him. 

You didn’t even know what to say.

“What?” Harley asked as he placed his large hand on your shoulder and squeezed it a bit as he realized how you chewed the inside of your mouth. “What happened?”

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes again as you sighed and closed them for a bit, you refused to cry anymore. 

“Peter snapped and I’m with someone,”, you blurted out, unsure on how to continue the conversation with Morgan on your hands but she was gazing at you closely. “Harry Osborn, we have been together for a year”

“What!?”

“Harry!”, Morgan exclaimed with a giggled. 

Morgan had seen Harry a couple of times and although they weren’t really close, he always knew how to made her laugh by the end of their time together. She remembered him of course and it brought back the memories of you playing with her after work or on the weekends that you decided to spend it with her. It had been really important for you that Morgan felt happy with Harry, she was basically the most important person in your life aside from Tony, Pepper, and Peter. 

Harley nodded, shifting his position as he raised and curved his brows. 

“Does lover-boy know?” Harley asked. 

It was like a punch in the gut because it was horrible that Peter wasn’t even aware of it, lips pressed firmly together as you shook your head. Harry saw how your features changed and he pulled you into a hug.

“It’s okay, I guess you haven’t had time”, Harry mumbled as you pressed your head against his chest. “But we can’t deny that you liked them smart, don’t you?”

A smile appeared on your face although you tried so hard not to smile because it wasn’t funny, it really wasn’t a good mess that you were in but the way Harley’s lips were curling up and Morgan was gleaming at you, you couldn’t help it. It had been a bit since you had laughed like this, a sparkle of something came out of you and you felt okay.  Holding Morgan on your hip with her cheeks tainted pink as she giggled while Harley’s eyes screwed shut while he laughed with both of you as he held you. It was like a song and you felt somehow normal, at least for a little bit, a calm washed over your chest as the sun came down. 

Peter liked that you were laughing as well. It wasn’t as if he was trying to be a creep, his senses were dialed by eleven and were the reason he could hear your laugh, at least that was what he wanted to say if for some reason someone asked him. He shook his head as he removed his sight from the window looking at the lake and tried to focus on how May was talking to Pepper while he was in the corner of the large cabin, trying to get away from anyone. These days people were asking Peter a lot of things: How are you? Did you snap too? Do you have PTSD? Where were you on that day? Are you okay with what happened with Tony? Do you want to talk? Where is Y/N?

 If we were being honest, he was asking the same questions as well. 

The trauma from the snap, it wasn’t easy. It was as if someone had broken him apart and then pieced him back together bit by bit until he was able to breathe again. It could’ve been two seconds on his mind, two seconds of nothingness. He remembered his breath starting to slow down as he clung to you, he remembered each final breath, how all the oxygen left his body and suddenly everything seemed to stop, all his organs stopped working, finally, his mind gave in with his last thought being you. 

And then he gave it air, life again.

He was alive and he didn’t know how to get out of those two terrifying seconds of nothingness, it was overwhelming until he had found you and those moments had been instantly forgotten. You were the air and the life he needed right at that moment, you were alive and well, beautiful as always and he had kissed you as if he was a man deprived of air because he really felt that way. 

For him, the kiss was like the kisses you had been giving him that same day at the MOMA and he had done it with the same desire.  He had rolled his lips against yours; he had felt you melting into him and whimper into his mouth because of the fervent nature of it and he loved it. But he couldn’t help to think that something was different. He couldn’t place why, the hunger for you didn’t stop, it was just different. 

And as he opened his eyes he realized why. 

Your usually long hair that had been a bit wild during High School was now shorter and with a straight cut, your features had somehow sharpened and they had become more defined, like your jaw or cheekbones, even your suit fitted better to your body and your eyes, those beautiful y/e/c eyes, that always shined each time he saw you had now a touch of ripeness and gloominess. 

How much can someone really change in a few years? he thought to himself as he saw Thor walking towards him. Maybe a lot. 

“How are you doing, little Spider-ling?”, Thor asked with his large voice that still somehow shook Peter to the core as he smiled ghostlily, he remembered that Thor had copied the nickname from Tony and it had stuck with him until this day. 

“Si- Sir” Peter stumbled as he straightened himself up. “I’m okay”, Peter muttered as Thor stood next to him, both of you watching the few people that still remained there talking softly with a heaviness in the air that Peter couldn’t stand. 

They remained silent for a few second and he felt how Thor’s gaze was burning him. 

“I know you are not”, Thor replied seriously as he crossed his arms over his chest, helped by his now larger gut. “It’s okay not to be if you need to talk to someone I'm right here. I’ve been through it, you know?”

Peter simply nodded and smiled at Thor for a second. Maybe he had really gone through it, Thor seemed different from the last time he had seen him and it had been a long time ago. Peter and Thor weren’t necessarily close, he had been for around for two months after Peter joined, then he had left to go deep into space. But the moments that they had to interact were filled with Thor’s long stories about his adventures and wars as you and Peter listened to him carefully, explaining Peter how those worlds worked and how he could travel through them, along with trips to Thor’s favorite ice cream shop. But what Peter loved the most was how you saw Thor as this big teddy bear and how couldn’t you see him that way? Thor had developed a soft spot for you honestly. Since Tony had introduced you to him, he was extremely protective of you, loved to spoil you and making you laugh. 

That laugh. 

He heard it again, Peter noticed that you were walking back into the cabin along with Harley and Morgan. His mind trailed off as his eyes followed you. 

Peter had been overthinking everything, all of his worlds with you for the last few days but his breath was still stolen every time he watched you, maybe you had changed but it was still you. 

But who was him for you? 

He didn’t know anymore and it scared him to the core to even ask or bother you. He saw you walking through the house with a long and simple long-sleeves black dress, giving everyone warm enough smiles to be polite but not enough that they thought that maybe they could ask you questions. Peter knew you care about every single person in the room but he recognized how tired you look and he could see right away the same look that Tony had when he confessed Peter after he had messed up the ferry when he was trying to get the Vulture, that if he died, he would feel that it was on him. 

He knew right away that you felt the same as Tony did. 

“You should talk with our little warrior”, Thor insisted as he caught Peter looking at you as you passed Morgan to Pepper and said hello to May in a polite manner. “You two have to catch up”

Peter felt a knot on his stomach as he saw you saying goodbye to everyone and began walking towards him. He was never hesitant about talking to you or seeing you, until now. Because by the way, you were watching him, with a slight frown and your eyes trying to avoid his, it wasn’t a good sign. 

But was it?

He didn’t know because he maybe didn’t really know you. He hated that so much time had passed for you, that he knew that neither couldn’t even be at ease around each other like how you used to. Peter understood both of you were hurting and Peter knew it might be for different reasons but he wanted to try to understand you as best as he could take into account that he missed so much the last few days. 

He was still eighteen and you were coming up twenty-one. 

Peter got that but he wished that it wouldn’t really change the love between both of you.

“Peter”, the way his name rolled out of your still gave him shivers. His face was pale as he watched you carefully without answering. His eyes too focused on your features and trying to decipher you while his gaze burned yours. 

“Spider-ling, she’s talk-”, Thor started but was quickly cut by you. 

“Uncle Thor, I’ll borrow Peter”, you interrupted, stiffly tossing a look at Thor who simply nodded and walked away with a pace that you hadn’t seen in a while, raising your eyebrows in surprise before you gazed back at Peter, who was still pale and dumbfounded, “Follow me.”

The statement had this lingered order and Peter knew better than to refuse, although every inch of his body was begging him to run the other way. While you were trying to stay calm but it was too hard, your body was locked up with each step that you gave towards the door, out of the house, and into the grass. You wanted to believe that Peter wasn’t noticing your body language or that maybe there was a way you had change enough for him not to know what you were thinking. But Peter knew everything, he was the only one that was aware of how you worked, he understood you better than anyone and all the years that he had passed getting to know you wouldn’t change even if he had missed a couple; but he tried to brush away how you were acting, assuring himself on those few moments that it would be okay. 

So, when you stopped in front of your car to finally face him and he walked a bit over to you, he knew nothing was okay as he noticed how you curled up when he was getting even closer. 

“What’s happening y/n?” Peter stated, maybe a bit too direct and with harshness in his voice. 

You shuddered and he detected how you winced before looking away from him. Peter never got really mad but today he was in his right to feel that way. It was unfair for you to disappear for a couple of days after he had been dead for a couple of years. 

You sighed as you passed a hand through your hair, your gaze falling into him again and making your stomach flip while you watch those honey specks on his chocolate eyes. 

“I understand you are mad; it just has been a lot”, you replied with a croak, still refusing to cry once again because you were so tired of feeling this way and you weren’t in a position to feel weak. 

Peter touched the base of his neck as he shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours. Yes, it wasn’t fair what you had done but Peter couldn’t say he didn’t understand how you felt, Tony had just died and Natasha too. 

“I’m not mad, it’s just,” Peter started, taking a step away from you as he screwed his eyes shut for a second. “You don’t think that is too much for me too?”

He didn’t want to be selfish but you were supposed to be together, and if because of time you had decided not to be together he wouldn’t complain but you were supposed to be best friends and not even time could change that, at least that’s what he had hoped. 

But for you, it was as if he had punched you in the gut as you heard him. Peter realized that as soon as he saw the wrinkles on your forehead and the stone look in your eyes. 

“Please, you were gone for basically five minutes Peter”, you scoffed as you treated carefully towards him. “It has been two years since I had to mourn you and everyone else that died when Thanos snapped his fingers”, you explained, your eyes fixed on the boy. “And when we managed to fix it, my dad dies.”

“That’s right Y/N, I died. Did you ever think what was that for me?”, Peter replied with the same stone look on his face. 

“I did, I thought about it every day for the last two years and I’m sorry,”, you said a little bit louder than you meant. “I really wished that I could’ve taken your place but you didn’t go what I went through.” 

“And you don’t know what I went through either!” 

Peter usually didn’t yell or even got mad, if you reviewed your fights over the years they had been for small things that could be fixed in less than an hour, the only big fought you guys had was when he went for the Vulture alone and it was mostly because he kept it a secret. But this was something neither of you was expecting and you hated it, both of you were going through things and it wasn’t fair. 

But then again, when was life fair?

Peter sucked in a breath and he lowered his head. 

“I just thought that you wouldn’t disappear after,” Peter’s voice trailed off. “I just wanted to be with you after everything.” 

Peter’s voice was small and it broke your heart as you watched tears dangerously close to spill from his eyes. If you could do anything you would’ve just pull him in and kiss his tears away, if you could you would hold him and ask him to hold you as he had done so many times before this nightmare happened. Breaking his heart was everything you wanted to avoid but could you really avoid it? Your mind went from Peter and Harry every second that pass and the more you stare at him, you felt more and more claustrophobic. 

“Peter, it’s not that simple”

Peter raised his head, eyes red as he watched you carefully. Peter felt like if a crack began opening his heart and the two seconds of nothingness was coming back. 

“But it is Y/N, age doesn’t matter”, Peter insisted as he walked closer and his lips tight up for a second. “We can start training again, like partners, and the rest it’s not that hard if we are together.”

“Peter, I need you to list-”

“Y/N, anything else doesn’t matter because I know that you still have feelings for me, with that kiss even if two years have passed”

“Peter…”

“But that’s the thing Y/N, I kissed you,” Peter’s eyes looked so gloom and tired. While you just wanted to vomit because you were in no shape to have this conversation or a way to tell Peter that you were with someone that you cared about. “Come on Y/N, just…”

So, it just came out.

“I’m with someone”

The statement felt so final and you felt like you had just lost all the air in your lungs as you waited for Peter to say something, anything. Peter stayed silent for a few more seconds, something that felt like an eternity for you.

“What?”, he asked lowly. 

He wanted you to tell him it was a lie. He was begging for you to tell him it was a lie. He didn’t want to believe that this had happened while he was gone, he didn’t understand why it had happened. You and he were in love and now… now you had decided to leave him? The two seconds of nothingness came again, he felt as if a shadow was eating him alive. His eyes fixed on you and he noticed how your chin was trembling. It was hurting you too. 

“It was almost a year after it happened. I met someone and…”, you didn’t really know what to say and you stumbled with your words. 

Peter’s eyes narrowed and if it was up to you, you would just have flown away. Because it wasn’t fair and it felt as if you were killing whatever bond Peter and you had. 

“Who is he?”, Peter asked, tears falling from his eyes as you tried to avoid his gaze. 

“Harry Osborn”

His face was still and you couldn’t see any emotion on the boy. He was stunned and tears began appearing from your face, one by one they fell from your eyes. He wasn’t saying anything and it drove you insane, it felt as if your skin was being pinned by a thousand needles. If there was any chance to save Peter all the pain and put it into you, you were sure you would have done it, but this was your doing and you had to be honest. 

“Peter, I was mourning you and I just…”, you bit your lip and tried to avoid the rest of the tears to follow like a stream as you looked up into the sky. “There was no way we thought we could get you back sooner because we didn’t know if it was even possible”

“So, you moved on?”, Peter retorted and you gave a step towards him.

“No!”, you yelled, trying to keep your own voice from breaking. 

It was such a delicate statement to make and the way you reacted; it was as if you were offended that he would phantom that one day you would forget him. Peter never left your mind not even for a day and so it was clearly more complicated than anything you had wondered. Because you did love Peter, but now you cared about Harry much more than you thought you would.

“Then why are you with him?”, Peter asked while he stared at you, frowning. 

“Because I care about him, Peter! He’s been there for me and he helped me,” you explained coldly as you lowered your eyes towards him. “You didn’t understand how messed up I was after you died in my arms”

Peter stayed silent for a few second and honestly, he didn’t know what to actually feel. So many years ago, Peter could recall the time when he had wondered if there was any chance that you would break his heart. He thought it the second he met you, the moment when he realized you had become best friends, the moment he had fallen in love with you. He had let the idea drown in his favorite memories of you, he was sure both of you were meant to be, especially when you had come to confess your feelings for each other after he had finally kissed you after Scorpion’s attack. 

“Do you love him?” 

The statement felt so final and you tried not to look phased by his words and you stayed silent because you didn’t want to answer, you didn’t even know the answer yourself. What was love but what Peter had shown you for so many years? But then how could you discredit what you had come to feel for Harry?

Peter rolled his eyes and he shook his head as he gave a step forward to you. Being closer than what you had been on that day and although he wanted nothing more than to cry to you right there and then, beg you to hold him and not to leave him; his heart was also being filling with the horrible thought of anger towards you. 

“Do you love me?”, his voice gravelly as he asked, red-eyed and with a stoned face. You connected your eyes with his and stayed silent because you felt it was unfair to actually say yes, but then telling him that you just couldn’t break up with Harry, but it just served to annoy Peter even more. “Can’t you at least answer me that?”

“It’s not that-”, you said. 

“-It really is,”, he stated.

“-simple”, you finished. 

Both of you were breathing the same air, the awkwardly silent was filling the air along with pain. This was just painful, both of you were crying and your bodies were aching to hold each other. If there was nothing stopping either of you, you would’ve laid down on your bed for days and just talk and kiss the pain away. Be there for each other as you had been for so many years. 

But this was the reality you were in and you had to face that it wouldn’t be possible. 

“You really forgot about me?” Peter asked as he looked down, his voice was so soft and small. 

He looked so fragile and the statement settled heavily on your chest because there was nothing farther than the truth, and you almost felt like you wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him because it was a concept that didn’t exist for you. 

You shook your head. “I never did Peter, there wasn’t a day that I didn’t think about you”, you answered as honestly as you could, it was almost like a whisper.

Peter’s eyes connected with yours again and you saw how hesitant he was to ask anything else; you looked down and it was almost an impulse as you reached out to grasp his hands but he gave a step back. You looked up almost as in shock as if he had just punch you in the gut. Right there and then you saw something in Peter than you hadn’t even thought it was possible, something you had experienced only in nightmares: a gleam of resentment. 

“When were you going to tell me?”, he asked. 

“Soon”, you whispered, closing your eyes as guilt crawled into your heart. 

“But you decided to leave me hanging?”

You understood where this was coming from, and it was started to settle on your mind that you had caused him more pain than what he felt when he turned into ashes. It was your fault if he hated you, it was your doing and you had to live with that forever. Like the fact that you could’ve maybe done more to avoid Tony dying. 

“My dad just died Peter”, you answer coldly. 

Peter clenched his jaw as soon as he heard you, he threw you a side-glanced. He felt even more offended with the statement and he gave another step back, like if you had burned him. Because Peter now not only had to deal with his heart being broken by you, he didn’t have to deal only with losing you but also, he had to deal with Tony dying. He had managed to conceal the death of Tony, managed to distract himself enough, being too busy thinking about you to even mourn Tony as he had wished. 

“He was like my father too Y/N!”, he spat as he glared at you, you closed your eyes in response and tried to hold back any tears left. Peter saw you and he shook his head as he placed the back of his hands on his eyes, trying to wipe the tears. “I- I have to leave”, he stuttered. 

“Peter, we haven’t finished”

“I have”, he stated.

Peter didn’t talk to May all the way home, not a single word and he didn’t intend to as they got home in Queens. His brain was too busy rewinding you, in the black long-sleeved dress telling him that you were with someone new and the more he thought about it, the more the pain in his chest settled. He had never wonder how would it feel to have his heart broken by you, maybe the possibility but not the feeling, but now that he was feeling it, it was as if he was dying all over again. 

When Peter and May got to the apartment, he just gave her a bullshit excuse that he would patrol. He couldn’t even remember what he had said when May allowed it, although she knew it was a bullshit excuse. And as he was putting on his first suit, he realized as he saw himself in front of the small mirror in his room that he had been crying all the way home. He watched himself, red-eyed, and his lips tightly pressed together as he remembered your words but he shook his head as if he thought it would help him to forget. 

He quickly placed his mask on and he only gave four paces before he was out through the window. He didn’t exactly know where he was going, usually, his patrolling nights were spent with you or if he ever felt the need to, he would twhip! his way to Stark Tower where you would leave a window open for him to sneak in and climbed on your bed. 

He thought about you, your soft hair, your smile, those y/e/c eyes that made his heart stop, the way you would have his back in a fight, the soft hugs you gave him, and your laugh and that were his before today. But now they weren’t his and there was nothing he could do about it because you had decided to let him go. 

Peter wondered if there was any space in his head for hatred to you, but the more he thought about it there was just pain and anger when he thought of you and the events of the past week in his head, but no hatred. He thought about what Tony would’ve said to him and another wave of pain just washed over him because he realized that Tony wouldn’t be there anymore. Tears stung his eyes as he shot a web to another building, swinging slowly because honestly, he did not have so much energy. 

Part of him was somehow begging that there would be a crime so he could unleash his pain on something or someone, but as he watched carefully the streets of New York, not many people were out. He thought that even the bad guys were reuniting with the ones they loved but not him. Maybe, it was better that there wasn’t anyone on the streets because he didn’t know what he would do.  

The two seconds of nothingness was trapping him and there was no escaping it. 

For your part, the tears came down as a river as Peter walked away from you. You didn’t stop crying or thinking about everything that was happening as you drove to New York. Tony, Nat, and Peter flooded your head and you almost felt claustrophobic on your own mind. Even in your own heart as the guilt tugged your chest and questions reminded on your mind, like why didn’t I wait? Could I have saved them? Could I have done more for them? Is he ever going to forgive me?

When you got to Stark Tower, it felt cold. There was no one there, at least that was the instruction given from Pepper to the staff. The last few nights the lights on the tower had been turned off to honor Tony and his sacrifice. The only people that had been allowed were yourself and the few Avengers that had been allowed to enter to take care of you or any other injury they might’ve had. 

So, to say the least, it was a surprise when the elevator doors opened to the penthouse and you saw him. 

“Harry, how?”, you stuttered. 

But he didn’t say anything. 

His body just crashed against yours, he wrapped his arms around your body and lifted you, he held you so tight that you were sure you were having trouble breathing. He held you for so long that your body began buzzing because of the lack of movement and you shrugged a bit as a signal for him to let you down, he got it and let you fall delicately on the floor. You knew that if he held you for longer, you might want to start crying again and you refused to do it. 

Part of you felt so bad that you hadn’t been in contact with him for the last few days as you finally were able to see him, it wasn’t pretty. 

His usually sleek black hair was messy and all over the place, his usually well-kept facial hair was a little bit more than you expected and his dark eyes were accompanied by those dark circles that only appeared when he was really tired. His cheekbones and sleek jaw that made your heart skip a beat were okay, but it was a bit puffy as if he had been crying. Your usually put together boyfriend had been through it and you pouted as you saw him, feeling bad that he had been feeling like this without much company.

“I’m so sorry Y/N” “I can’t believe I missed the funeral but my dad-”, Harry started, with a taut feeling along with it, but you quickly cut him off.

Now you knew why he was like this.

“How’s your dad with everything?”

It was a polite question to ask, but you knew the answer to it because Harry had told you enough of his relationship with his dad to know that it was no good. As you knew from what Tony had told you and what Harry had said as well, Norman Osborn wasn’t the kindness person in the world, when Harry was smaller he barely saw him and since his mom had passed away when he was six-years-old; Harry was delegated to a bunch on nannies that would play the role of his father. As Harry grew, he believed that if he showed his that how good in bioengineering, he was, probably he could strengthen their connection but the more time Harry had spent with his dad, the more Norman put him down. 

Harry hadn’t the sickly ambition of his father, neither he liked to make people miserable or himself miserable, and even more important to you: Harry understood that he was privileged, not only with his money but with his brain. He liked to do something good with what he had, and he had managed to do so in the time after Thanos had snapped. But now that Norman was back, you didn’t want to imagine what he had said to Harry about his direction as head of Oscorp Industries. 

“You really want to be talking about my dad?”, Harry asked a bit stunned as he watched your features carefully. 

You nodded in response as you took off your coat and shoes while you tie your hair into a ponytail, Harry following you as you reached the kitchen. 

“Honestly, I just need to talk about anything that’s not Avengers or my dad or …”, you trailed off. 

…Spider-man

“It’s okay. I get it”, Harry agreed and leaned down in the counter as he watched you carefully as you reached for some tea baggies, thinking it could come you down. He watched you carefully and it was obvious how worn-out you were, along with the injuries that you had sustained like the cut on your brow. “Let me make you something while we talked”

Your gazes locked and you knew it was his best intention at heart, both of you seemed so tired with everything that you thought it might be for the best, so you agreed. 

Harry did an amazing dinner with wine included and you felt so thankful that he had traveled all the way from Silicon Valley to New York for you. Norman Osborn had been clearly upset when he told him he was going to see you and you couldn’t help to wonder how he really felt when he found his father in his office as he entered it after a meeting with another non-profit. Harry said that he was glad that Norman was back, that it was a way to really be a good son and that he was thankful to you and the avengers for the opportunity, but you could tell by his dark eyes that he wasn’t being honest. And although Harry assured you that his father wasn’t too bad, you had already got to the conclusion that Norman Osborn was a dick and that nothing that Harry lied about now that he was back, was going to change your mind. 

The dinner went along without much trouble, part of you was grateful that Harry had respected your space and didn’t ask too many questions regarding how you had reversed the snap or how you got those scars or how Tony had died or why were you a little but off. He just talked or remained silent or answer your questions, it calmed you down for a bit and you were glad that he was back. 

Still, you couldn’t help to think about your last conversation with Peter. 

It pained you to remember Peter’s face, your chest felt like it was going to explode the more you thought about the last moments with him. The way he had looked at you, he had never looked at you in that way, you two had never fought like this before and it scared you. Because although you had lost Peter before this was a whole different reason on why you were losing him, this was on you. There had come a time when you had been denying that you were completely head over heels for Peter that you thought that it could ruin your friendship and that you wouldn’t have Peter on your mind anymore. The thought of it terrified you, which only served to put in the back burner your feelings for a bit longer. Now, you regretted it but this was it, this was the same feeling. But now it was worst as you thought about what Tony or Nat would’ve said to you and it burned your eyes and chest to even begin thinking about them or the whole thing. 

And so, when Harry fell asleep on the couch as you watched a stupid movie that he had decided on, that you didn’t even pay attention to because you were rewinding the moment you told Peter the truth; you decided to do something that you hadn’t done in a long time. 

Maybe it was because you had just been tinkering in labs for a month and got back in the grind while you helped build the time machine. Maybe it was because it remained you of your dad and how he had gifted you your first lab and all the memories you had there with him. Maybe it was because it remained you of Peter and how you tinkered and planned every new piece of gadget you developed well into the night. 

But you enter your smaller lab at Stark Industries after years of not going down there. 

You leaned against the glass wall and you stared at the small lab for a moment. At its prime, before the compound, the lab was bright, full with objects that were whirring and flashing, your suits were kept in their own stages and it would’ve been full of holograms while J.A.R.V.I.S first and then H.A.P.P.Y showed you the calculations you needed or the programs that you were working on. 

Now it was all dusty and seemed so lonely. You turned around to see the other labs that surrounded it. Clearly, the larger was Tony’s and you could still see some prototypes of the Iron suit there but you decided not to look at it so much. The other one, it was neater than any other because it was Peter’s, Pepper had told you after the snap that Tony had decided to clean it because Peter had left his plans and prototypes of different projects everywhere and it was a bit too painful to Tony to actually see it. He didn’t throw away anything, he just tidied it up for his own mental health, he couldn’t live with expecting to see Peter there each time he was down there. The other one was still in construction and by the looks of it, it had been left in construction. It was Harley’s and you knew it had stopped since he had been snapped as well. 

Although now, you thought, it was time to finish it. 

“H.A.P.P.Y”, you stated as you walked through your lab and realized the great majority of the equipment needed an update. 

Nonetheless, it felt like you could breathe again. It was your place with your father’s and Peter’s,  and although neither of them was there, you thought you could feel their presence. 

“Mrs. Stark, a pleasure to see you here again”, H.A.P.P.Y stated and you smirked as you clapped your hands and the lights on the room turned on along with Twist and Shout from The Beatles. 

“We need to do some work here buddy”, you said as you swayed your hips side to side while watching the holograms appear in front of your desk and you watched it carefully. “Please, can you take all the information on the lab from the compound and install it here?”

“Sure thing Mrs. Stark”, your AI answer back. “It’ll take a few minutes”.

You nodded and saw carefully how H.A.P.P.Y was recalibrating and updating everything. Even your past suits light up for a moment and you walked towards them. A knot formed on your throat and you wanted to cry, it had been so long since you had been there and the memories flashed on your mind: Tony and you building your suit, trying it for the first time with the help of Bruce and Tony, late night with Peter trying to redesign some stuff, Tony giving Peter his lab. 

Ring!

The sound of your phone made you come back to reality and you took it from your desk. You thought it might have been Pepper or maybe even Harry, who hadn’t been allowed to any other part of the building that wasn’t the penthouse; you thought he might have gotten worried to not see you if he had woken up. But as you watched the unknown number, it made you shiver. 

“Stark?” Stephen Strange’s voice startled you.

Hours prior to the call, he had shaken your hand and told you how sorry he was about the death of Tony; the only answer you had given him was a nod and a tight smile. Somehow the fact that he had the exclusive knowledge that your father was going to die, felt like a sick joke to you. The fact that he had allowed it and not prepare you somehow, made your blood boil. 

You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath before answering.

“What do you want?”, you sneered as you opened your eyes again.

Maybe he hadn’t got it, the fact that you didn’t like him and in the back of your mind, you thought about the fight on Titan, when Thanos snapped half of humanity away and how he hadn’t allowed you to stop him. 

Stephen breathed out as if he was annoyed at your attitude but he disregarded and continue. “Where are you?”, he asked. 

“Stark Tower”, you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Suddenly, those same portals that had appeared on your last two battles appeared in the middle of the hallway between the other labs. The same golden light blinded you as Dr. Stephen walked through it. He wasn’t in his usual outfit, or at least the only outfit that you had seen him in but in a darker tunic. The Eye of Agamotto no longer around his neck, since the time stone had been destroyed by Thanos and you didn’t even want to think of the ramifications of that.

“What are you doing here Strange?”, you asked as he entered your lab as if he had invited himself in. 

He watched your lab carefully, millions of holograms processing a whole lot of information and he seemed surprised to even see you there. But soon his green light eyes connected with yours, you were glaring at him.

“I’m here to talk about-”, he stated but you quickly interrupted him. 

“-don’t say his name”

“-Tony”, he finished. 

You rolled your eyes as you walked towards him and sat on your chair while you began typing some codes for H.A.P.P.Y to take them into account. 

“You know, I would’ve loved if you told me that my father was going to die either way”, you grumbled.

Maybe it was petty and you knew it wasn’t necessary but the only person you had been angry at since what happened had been yourself and today, it was the day when you apparently decided to let everything out. 

Strange somehow understood. 

“It was the only option we had, the only option the universe had”, he replied with a stentorian tone that made grinned your teeth as you kept typing. 

“Yeah, I get it”, you noted, “Said the same thing to your boss when we got back in time”

Stephen walked towards the front of your desk and you didn’t even look up, you were tired and he didn’t need to show up, especially today. 

“I know”, he replied.

Making you raise your head at stare at him quietly. 

“You didn’t answer my question, what are you doing here Strange?”, you insisted. “I don’t know if it wasn’t obvious enough but I don’t want you here”

You stood up from the desk and walked towards the platform that was used to suit you up or take scans of your body, it had to be updated. 

“I know you might be mad at me, but I need to give you something”, Stephen said as his eyes followed you, but you paid him little attention. 

“Oh, the knife that you used to stab me in the back?”, you shrugged as H.A.P.P.Y. scanned you. 

“You are so dramatic”, he responded and you swore you felt how he rolled his eyes without even looking at him. 

“You should see my dad, he’s much more dramatic”, you answer as you look back at him. “Oh, wait he’s dead”

“That’s not a good joke”, he said giving you a stern look. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be”, you retorted as you walked towards him, down from the platform. 

He gave you a sideways glance and shook his head. You could see how he squirmed a bit and you notice that he did mind those kinds of statements, were you detecting some kind of remorse? And so, you decided to stop the banter, maybe he really needed you for something and now, it was your responsibility. 

Stephen gave you a pointed look as you stood in front of him, his eyes gleaming something but his features still stone cold. “Tony left this at the sanctuary, the hologram it came with told us to give it to you in case he didn’t make it”, he finally said as he took out of his pocket something and placed it on your hand.

It was a small USB and it seemed even more intricate than a normal one. It was branded as Stark Industries and you felt your breathing getting a bit shaky as you stared at it. Tony had left it for you, only you and in all honesty, it took you by surprise. Tony had only left the hologram for Morgan and you, along with a letter to Pepper that was only directed to her. There wasn’t really a message for you and you had assumed it was because he thought he would make it or not by your side.  

“Okay…”, were the only thing you could mumble as you watched it carefully. 

Stephen's eyes were burning you and it was almost as if he felt sorry for you but as your eyes connected with his, you walked away towards your desk once more. 

“He said you would know how to decipher it”, he informed you. 

“Okay…”, you answer again not even looking at him

“I’ll leave now”, Stephen stated as he watched you carefully while he passed by you, but you were startled as he placed a hand on your shoulder and it made you look up. “You know, if you ever need my help with anything and whenever you want, I’m at your service Stark,” he said with a sadness lingered on his voice, “Just like your father was for the universe”

The way he was looking at you, it seemed so real. Stephen hadn’t known your dad for any time, he hardly knew him or you. Your team had just winded together because of the circumstances with Thanos and at first, it hadn’t been pretty. But the more you thought about how Tony had listened to him when the time came, it came with a trust that Tony had only given to such a small amount of people that it actually surprised you. Maybe Stephen felt compelled to be there for you because of Tony’s death and he really did felt sorry. 

So, you simply nodded and gave him a tight smile as he did the exact same thing back to you. You waited as he opened another portal and left you alone.

You stared at the USB and tried to remember anything that your father might’ve told you before, but nothing was coming up. 

“H.A.P.P.Y, we have something to figure out”

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Matchup for @nad-zeta! (Milestone Celebration)

Zeta, my sweet sweet Zeta, here’s your matchup! You have been such an angel, both in your patience and your general loveliness.💛 I’m sorry it took a little longer than expected, but I hope it was worth the wait! It’s pretty long (~3000 words lolllll) so it’s all under the cut. Sorry, I got carried away! :’) xx

So, without further ado, based on the information you gave me I matched you with...

Saeyoung!

take care of my bby pls

I feel like I need to say that I kept going back and forth between him and Zen. Zen was a VERY close second, so I kinda half match you up with him too. That being said, there were some things you mentioned that made me lean more towards Saeyoung, which will be explained below :))

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Reasoning & General Headcanons!

“🥰 i am a aries, infp, ravenclaw female 🦊”

An Aries you say...?

Need I say more? Absolute chaotic duo. The energy is buzzing, and the people you hang out are always amused by your shenanigans.

As an INFP, you are caring, loyal, and sensitive, which are traits that I believe Saeyoung would benefit from in a partner. He also hides his true emotions well, so someone with your personality type would be able to pick up on the signs that he is feeling low, even if he tries to hide it. Your loyalty and devotion also helps him feel secure, which considering everything he’s been through, is something I feel he would struggle with, particularly in the early stages of a relationship.

On the flip side, Saeyoung is also incredibly loyal. And whilst he does joke around and tease, he knows how sensitive topics and comments can affect someone, so he is never careless, especially since (as an INFP) you often take things to heart. As a team, you work well together because you view the world slightly differently. You’re an idealist, whereas he’s a realist; you focus on the big picture, whereas he has an incredible attention to detail. This is really helpful in difficult conversations, big decisions, plans for the future etc, because whilst your opinions may differ, you offer the other a different side of the story. You get the best of both worlds!

I don’t know my Harry Potter houses very well, but from my memory and a quick Google search, Ravenclaws value knowledge and are wise, intelligent and witty. Sounds familiar? ;) i mean wise is debatable lol. Your conversations are sooo interesting and natural, because you’re both very intelligent in many ways.

“i am pretty shy and difficult to get to know (apparently it took me 2 months to start opening up to my friends, ooops), i tend to bottle up my emotions, my friends would likely describe me as incredibly stubborn, gentle, kind, over dramatic, goofy and fun loving. I am pretty aloof and blunt, like i will 9/10 times tell you to your face how if feel about you if you ask 🙈once u are part of my inner circle i am playful, teasing, i am an extremely sarcastic person that makes snarky remarks under my breath and my kind of humor is a bit of dark and self deprecating.”

Okay, this was one of the key things that made me match you with Saeyoung. A huge reason why I love Saeyoung so much is that there is a high level of comfort in a relationship with him. By that I mean that he is so open and fun that there is literally zero judgment. Judgment is such a foreign concept to him in this kind of situation. He makes you so comfortable that it’s so easy to be yourself around him, and it doesn’t take long for him to get to know you.

GIRL HE’S THE SAME. The king of bottling up his emotions. This means that y’all know when something is up, you can see the signs. You are understanding of each other, so discussions happen and actions are put into place before things become too much.

Saeyoung sometimes just needs to be told when he’s being a lil prick. You are kind and gentle when he needs it, but also can be blunt with him when it gets silly. I mean, if MC was like you towards the end of his route, we would have got through the whole “i’M tOo dAnGeRoUs gEt aWaY” thing SO much more quickly.

Once you’re comfy with him, you become an absolutely unstoppable force. When he teases you, you tease him back. When he’s being playful, you’re his partner in crime. Y’all are so goofy. Your life is full of laughs and joy with Saeyoung.

Sarcastic comments, dark humour and self-deprecating jokes? Yep that’s also very Saeyoung. Sometimes you two have to reel it in a bit when you’re hanging out with others because YOU’RE OUT OF CONTROL TOGETHER.

“I love my friends and family and will fight anyone who threatens them, although when it comes to me, you can do or say anything to me and i wont do anything (I honestly can't stand up for myself).”

IT’S LIKE HE’S LOOKING IN A MIRROR. Seriously though, he knows the importance of self worth because he knows, firsthand, the damage that can be done when you don’t value yourself and your wellbeing. He makes it his mission to help you see how worthy you are of respect and give you confidence to stand up for yourself. Even if you won’t do it for yourself, he’ll stand up for you. He cares too much about his loved ones to let them be treated wrongly.

He feels how much you love him and your other friends/family which makes him feel so secure, and he also has a phenomenal amount of love in his heart to give and he ain’t afraid to do so.

“I swear like a sailor although I am trying to get that under control, however the road rage is real.”

Finds your road rage and swearing SO amusing. Constantly teasing you about it and winding you up, but it’s all in good fun.

Absolutely has a swear jar for you. No doubt about it.

“You’ve corrupted my good, Catholic ears.” “Saeyoung shut the fuck up.”

“I love nature and animals (i love my lil bunnies and dogs), i love working out/going to the gym #gym is life”

I mean, we know he adores cats, and I imagine he loves other animals too.

I also imagine he loves camping, and I don’t even know why. He just gives me camping vibes. Weekends away spent in nature, sleeping in a tent and sitting round a fire in the evenings are pretty common for you.

I know this is ~controversial~ topic in the fandom, but I am of the opinion that Saeyoung also works out.

Do I think he’s completely ripped? No, probably not. But he’s strong, lean at the very least. Even Jaehee admits it! He makes working out so much fun and it’s always a bit of a laugh.

“i enjoy cooking (i am now officially a chef), wine tasting (fancy way of saying getting very tipsy of different wines most nights), spending time with friends (especially if there is tea to be spilt) although i do need lots of alone time to recharge my social battery”

The first time he tasted your food, he almost cried. Poor boi lived off eating crisps and soda for God knows how long.

“Wait, you’re not meant to constantly feel like you're gonna throw up? Food is meant to have...flavour???”

Help him

Saeyoung is pretty social, but also needs time to recharge like you, though he can go a bit longer than you and doesn’t easily get drained by social interactions. This may seem like a problem when you spend time with friends, but it’s actually such a blessing. If you’re feeling exhausted when socialising, he knows and will “take the wheel” if you will. There’s nothing worse than trying to keep a conversation going or seeming upbeat when you literally don’t have the energy, so Saeyoung is there to help you out. He’s also super good at politely and subtly taking you out of those situations if you are super drained and need to recharge.

He’s also such a gossip so if you got tea to spill he’s ready to hear it, and you know he ALWAYS has tea to spill. Sneaky man

“i like conspiracies, reading, writing (Fanfics and im busy with my Masters in nutrition >“<), rom coms, and  sleeping. As much as i love spending time outdoor i also enjoy lazing around the house being a lazy potato.���

Discussions about conspiracies over dinner lol. He is in possession of some...top secret information, so those conversations are very interesting and eye opening ;)

He LOVES to read your writing. It literally doesn’t matter what it’s about, he finds it truly fascinating. It’s a little glimpse into who you are, and it’s something you created!!! By yourself!!!! HE LOVES THAT. Always impressed with what you write, every time. He’s so proud.

ROM COMS WHILST CUDDLING ON THE COUCH

He’s a cryer, he loves rom coms.

He works super hard, so he’s always down to have a lazy day with you!!

“I definitely zone out and daydream all the freaken time and tend to blush easily which i hate 🙈 i definitely dont like crowds and loud sounds (ie you will never find me in a club). I am a picky eater despite my degree in cooking (i basically only eat candy, carbs and protein)”

He. loves. Making. You. blush. I’m sorry, but it’s one of his favourite things. He thinks it’s so adorable, so prepare for all the teasing, lewd jokes and general flirtiness that’ll get your cheeks burning ;)

He’s not keen on crowds either, so that’s not a problem!! I imagine he occasionally goes on night’s out with the bois (and by bois I mean usually just Zen and Yoosung LOL) but he’s not often out until super late, and he’s super respectful of you. Would never ask you to do something or go somewhere that makes you uncomfortable.

“i love cuddles although i look like someone that wouldn’t. Ive been told i come across as calm and confident, while in truth on the inside i am really scared and insecure.   I am incredibly awkward when it comes to boys and have been told my sarcastic comments are x100 when i talk to them (oops).”

CUDDLE MONSTER. I actually think he’s the biggest cuddler in the RFA. Controversial I know, but damn Saeyoung loves a cuddle. He’s a spontaneous cuddler. Like it doesn’t matter what the situation is, if you need a cuddle or he just fancies one, he’ll find a way.

He sees right through your calmness and confidence, because he’s exactly the same. This puts him in the perfect position to reassure you and lift you up. He’s a great hype man!

He finds your awkwardness adorable, and your sarcastic comments just make him love you even more! He has a good sense of humour and doesn’t take things too seriously if they don’t need to be, so he’s constantly laughing with you and easing your mind in the very early stages of your relationship.

“I am very go with the flow, and i never burn my bridges 🙈 i am very forgive and forget🦊, like no matter how badly you hurt me.”

Based on what happens on his route, it’s very handy that you are a forgiving person hahah

But again, if Saeyoung thinks you are being treated wrongly and being hurt, he will stand up for you.

His dedication to protecting the ones he loves is STRONG. I mean, look at his relationship with Saeran and the way he is constantly looking out for you in ALL routes.

Of course, he won’t say or do anything to that person if that makes you uncomfortable. Instead, he will constantly reassure you of your self-worth and remind you that you deserve better, but will also support the decisions you make.

If you want to forgive and forget, he will respect that, even if he thinks differently.

“What am i looking for in a potential partner?.... well i definitely think i need someone that could bring me out my shell initially, also someone who isn't too sensitive cause like i said i can be super sarcastic and my jokes kinda match that (like in my family we show out affection for each other via playful insults and savage comments)😂😂”

As I stated above, I think Saeyoung is the best person to help bring you out of your shell. There’s no judgment and no shame with this man.

I find that someone being unapologetically themself is SO contagious, and Saeyoung is exactly that - unapologetically himself.

We’ve all seen his humour, he doesn’t seem to be particularly sensitive either so you’re all good there hahaha. Obviously everyone does have their limits, so whilst their are topics/jokes that would probably make him uncomfortable (e.g. stuff relating to Saeran), overall, he’s chill and ALWAYS ready to joke around with you.

The roast battle is so real with you two LOL

“i kinda want someone stable, hard working, decisive, ambitious and who can push me out of my confort zone and vice versa.🦋”

He goofs around, but there’s no denying that this man works HARD.

Once he leaves the agency and starts his new life with you, I can imagine him being super ambitious and also aiming for stability.

His life before had been so restrictive yet so uncertain. He had to do what he was told, but never knew what was just around the corner.

This makes me think that he would crave the stability and certainty that he never had (a ‘normal’ life, if you will), but also he’d want to try so many things that he hadn’t before. He strikes me as a ‘go big or go home’ kinda guy, so I think it’s safe to say that he would be ambitious in many ways.

The only thing I don’t think he ticks the box on is decisiveness, at least not at the beginning. I think he usually knows what he wants, but rarely acts on that.

“It’s up to you”, “whatever you want” and “I don’t mind” are very common phrases for him lol. I think he would learn to be more decisive once he gets comfortable. I also think he has his moments of assertiveness though, when he’s in the right mood.

“Also someone who is family oriented and loving (someone that can cuddle me when im having a bad day)☺ and someone who can make me laugh, cause i love joking around so i kinda think i need someone who could match that🌻”

SAEYOUNG. IS. SUCH. A. FAMILY. MAN.

Again, look at what he’s done for Saeran and how deeply he cares for and loves him. A ‘normal’ family was something that was absent in his life, so when he has his own family (whether that be a found family or one he made) he would cherish that so strongly, maybe more than most.

SAEYOUNG. IS. A. CUDDLE. MONSTER.

He could be working at his desk and suddenly think “you know what? It’s snuggle time” and then he would search the house for you to give you The Snuggle™

Again, he’s also VERY observant and his attention to detail is impeccable, so he can instantly tell if you’re having a bad day and will act accordingly - aka SNUGGLE TIME

I mean, need I say more? If you want someone who makes you laugh, Saeyoung is the guy. There is never a dull day when he’s around, and the house is always filled with laughter!

So yeah....that’s my reasoning :’)) now onto your very own drabble!! This is all yours, so if there’s anything you’d like me to change or add, PLEASE let me know!! I’m more than happy to edit anything to make it more personalised for you, just shoot me a message and I’ll be on it, same goes for anything I’ve said above!!🥰

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Drabble!

“Saeyoung! Can you come here a second?”

You called out to him from the kitchen, stirring from a pot whilst its contents quietly bubbled away. You could hear the music blaring from his headphones all the way from the other room, with the occasional hum or drum on his desk. Evidently, he hadn’t heard you.

“SAEYOUNG CHOI GET YOUR FINE ASS IN HERE.”

The music ceased, followed by rapid pattering as he darted into the room, nearly skidding round the doorway. 

“I heard ‘fine ass’ and here I am,” he smirked, sauntering over to you and snaking his strong, secure arms around your middle. He swayed you from side to side, planting a wet kiss on your cheek, much to your dismay. Saeyoung merely chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder, “What do you need, witch lady?”

“Why ‘witch lady’?”

“Well, whatever you’re cooking is giving me witchy vibes. It looks like a potion in a cauldron. Look at you with your double double toil and trouble-OW! Don’t pinch me!”

“Sorry, it’s a witch thing,” you winked, spinning around in his grip so you were face-to-face. “You sure you’re not the witch? You do have the nose for it.”

“I’ve also got the dress and hat in the attic, shall I go put it on?”

“Try this for me first.” You held the wooden spoon out to him as he took a sip, chuckling at the way his brows furrowed in thought.

He smacked his lips a few times, hummed then finally looked back to you, “It’s good.”

“That’s it? That’s all you got?”

“You do realise that my taste buds have essentially been burned off by chips and soda, right? I have no idea if something’s bad or not.”

“You’re right. I should call Jumin.”

“You can’t,” he informed, his smirk growing ever wider as he moved towards the snack cupboard, “Mr Han has a date tonight.”

The spoon clattered against the counter, your mouth agape, “You’re shitting me.”

“That’s another coin in the swear jar.” Saeyoung chucked a packet of candy in your direction, though it only hit you in the face before falling unceremoniously onto the kitchen floor, “I think we need to get your reflexes checked, babe.”

“Tell me everything.”

He took a seat on a breakfast stool and chortled as you leaned over the counter, eyes showing your eagerness to hear the gossip. And he was more than happy to provide, “He appears to be really into her. Like, really into her. She seems to just get him, you know? I could hear his smile down the phone when he told me about her earlier.”

“Earlier? Why are you only just telling me this now?!”

“Do you wanna hear the rest of it or not?”

Huffing, you perched on the seat next to him, stealing a piece of his candy despite his look of horror, “Okay, well where did he meet such a woman?”

“You’re never gonna believe it.”

“Try me.”

Saeyoung was enjoying himself far too much. He couldn’t wait another moment to witness your reaction, “She’s Zen’s co-star.”

“NO.”

“YES.”

The tea had been spilt, and things were about to get very interesting within the RFA.

Your eyes were glued to his as he continued to disclose the details. At some point you had wrapped your arm around his, his other hand encompassing yours. He abruptly stopped halfway through describing the first encounter, causing you to quirk an eyebrow impatiently, “What?”

“Do you smell burning?”

“...Fuck.”

“And another one for the swear jar.”

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@nad-zeta​ there we go my love, I hope you enjoyed your matchup!! I am so grateful for your support, it never fails to make me smile when I see you pop up in my notifs. You are beautiful, kind, bright person and you deserve the world. Thank you again for all you’ve done and all you do💛💛 Take care of yourself, my friend! xxx

(Note for other readers: I usually don’t do matchups, this was for a special occasion! I doubt I’ll open up requests for them later on, but never say never!)