#Then you ask his friends: what's his middle name?

[cuteandhughesy]

Met You At The Right Time, This Is What It Feels Like | Quinn Hughes (Headcanons)

summary: falling in love with quinn through your shared years at college (umich!quinn x reader)

[word count] 3.3k

warnings: NSFW! university relationship | kissing | mentions of drinking and partying | smut | loosing virginity | mentions of p in v intercourse | mature themes and dialogue | read at your own discretion

a/n: based off this request! this was so fucking fun and cute to write and now I want quinn as my boyfriend ! so hope you all feel the same

🎵 feels like by gracie abrams

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ღ bf! quinn hughes who you first met at the rink. one of your good friends was dating another one of the wolverines and asked you to accompany her to his game.

quinn had spotted you during the warm-ups. your smile wide and amused as you watched all the athletes warm up in their own routines. you were joking with chloe—your friend—while her boyfriend tossed you both pucks over the glass. quinn almost passed out when you glanced his way—sending him a sweet, reserved grin. he forced himself to smile back, and when that made you blush and look away, quinn knew that he had to know you.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who asked his teammate about you as soon as the game finished—a victory for the wolverines, thankfully. he attempted to sound nonchalant and uninterested, but his teammate knew quinn too well. he wrapped quinn up in a firm, annoying side huge and gave him a nugie, all while saying 'does huggy bear have a crush on y/n?'

quinn thought the name suited you perfectly. thankfully quinn doesn’t need to ask again before his teammate is getting your number from chloe.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who texted you the following night. at first you were confused—a random number sending you a message with no identification other than a simple 'hey, is this y/n?' curious and intrigued, you responded immediately; 'this is she. who's this?'

quinn's response was immediate, 'shit, sorry. it's quinn hughes.'

and of course that made you giggle into your palm, feet kicking like you're an oversized excited child. because quinn fucking hughes was texting you. quinn hughes, the cutie who sits two rows back from you in kinesiology class. quinn hughes who was stupid good at hockey and was looking at you during warmups the day before.

you don't even care how he got your number (he told you regardless though, obviously), all you cared about was him wanting to text you in the first place.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who after a week and a million shared text messages later, you run into at a local coffee shop—where you merely miss spilling your entire iced chai down the front of his light coloured hockey hoodie.

he freezes and stutters at the sight of your flushed face, and his nerves only build when he sees that you're not nervous to talk to him. quinn quickly realizes he has some sort of infatuation with you, and before he can sike himself out he asks you on a date.

quinn asks in the middle of your scentence, but you don't even care. he's cute—he's dorky. 'would you wanna get dinner together sometime? like maybe thursday, if you're free?'

you are so free.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who picks you up at your dorm room before your first date. he lives off campus with his friends, and he borrowed his roommates car to come and get you. he brings you flowers—which you put in an empty orange juice bottle that you filled with water—and hugs you at the door. it’s kinda awkward and so perfectly quinn.

he lets his hand hover your lower back as you walk to the car, and of course he opens the door for you. quinn lets you play your music in the car, and he lets you talk his ear off—he can’t help but admire how comfortable you are around him. he thinks you’re like sunshine.

quinn takes you to a local italian restaurant, where you order chicken alfredo and he orders spaghetti bolognese. the conversation flows between you easily, and by the time desert rolls around, you’re sharing a lava cake—your respective spoons swiping at each others while playfully fighting for the same bites.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who after bringing you back to your dorm, grabs your wrist before you can walk in. your roommate isn’t home yet, and you can smell the peonies quinn brought that you left in the jug by the door.

you blink at him curiously, because you’ve already shared your pleasant goodbyes and made plans to see each other again. ‘you okay?’

quinn’s palm is sweaty where it wraps around you. he’s nervous, and he swallows roughly—eyes darting around your blushing face like he can’t get enough. ‘can I kiss you?’

your answer is pushing up to your toes and wrapping you arms around his neck. that’s when quinn leans down, kissing you timidly but also firmly. he’s never felt lips softer than yours, and you’ve never had a kiss turn your stomach inside out the way quinn’s did.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who asks you on a second date, and then a third, and then a fourth. each date is accompanied by a kiss, and another kiss—until all it feels like you’re doing is giggling and kissing like teenagers.

he’s a gentleman, and never makes advances that you aren’t comfortable with. quinn brings you to the beach for sunsets, kissing you under the glow of the setting sun. he takes you to the movies and to a local pottery class—sneaking kisses anytime your eyes meet.

he asks you to be his girlfriend on your fourth date while you’re both still in the car, hands twitching against his pants nervously. you’ve never smiled bigger, and you squeal in excitement, leaning over the centre console and kissing him.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who has never had a serious girlfriend before, only stupid month or so situationships and meaningless hookups. so now that he’s got you, an actual girlfriend, he’s enamoured by all the little ‘girlfriend’ things you do.

quinn goes feral when you wear his clothes. the sight of you waking up in his cozy bed, blinking tiredly while his shirt rides up your body, revealing your underwear…quinn just about dies.

you cook dinner for him, and you always tickle his back when he’s falling asleep. you want to watch all his favourite movies, and you want to learn about hockey—which leads to him teaching you how to skate, where you inevitably fall and bring him down with you.

you’re the perfect girlfriend. and even though quinn stresses he doesn’t need you to fold his laundry or pick up his shampoo when you notice he’s out, he appreciates it more than he could ever express.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who always is getting you flowers. whether it’s a pre-made bouquet from the grocery store, an arrangement he picked out at the florist, or a bunch of wild flowers from the park beside his house, quinn is giving you flowers.

when he’s at the grocery store he always picks up your favourite ben & jerry’s ice cream, as well as your favourite drink. quinn always makes sure you have water before he gets in bed himself, because you’ll be upset if you don’t, and he lets you tuck your feet under his legs because they’re always cold.

quinn is the sweetest boy you’ve ever known and he is constantly making sure you’re content before anything else.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who takes your virginity. you’ve only had one boyfriend and that was back in highschool—the farthest you’d gone with him was kissing and a little groping. when you tell quinn that you’re a virgin, he’s a little nervous—especially because he’s already hovering over you, painfully hard while your bare tits are starring at him. the only reason he’s nervous is because he wants you to be comfortable and sure. he wants it to be perfect for you.

but when you assure him in a breathy whisper, your small nimble fingers reaching out and squeezing his dick, quinn can’t hold himself back any longer. he fucks you soft and sweet, bucking into you at a pace that has your breath hitching. quinn checks on you through the whole thing, scattering kisses along your face and neck while you’re moaning in pleasure.

it’s perfect for you, and that makes it perfect for quinn.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who plays a little extra hard when you’re in the crowd. there’s something so special about having you watching him in the stands during his games, cheering him on and jumping up and down with excitement. quinn swears he can hear you over the crowd, and that always pushes him a little bit more.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who always makes sure to comfort you when you’re stressed—and vice versa.

you often get overwhelmed with your school work. you’re very smart and have a jam packed schedule, and a lot of the time if you want to spend time with quinn, you’re bringing your textbooks and laptop so you can get some work done. quinn hates the way you sigh shakily when you reach a difficult question. you’re tired and done with school, and most of the time it makes you emotional.

when you begin to cry quinn darts to you, wrapping you in a hug while you sob into his shoulder. he rubs your back soothingly, squeezing your arms and sides comfortingly. he whispers words of reassurance in your ear until you’ve calmed down, and when you inevitably get back to work, quinn helps you. even though he has no fucking clue what you’re working on, the effort makes you melt.

quinn is always the most stressed when he’s dealing with an injury or illness—because that puts a pause on hockey. you know how much hockey means to your boyfriend, and seeing him so broken about not being able to play just wrecks you. in times like that, it’s the little things you do that help quinn feel better.

making him food and making sure he’s stocked up on drinks and getting his electrolytes. massaging his shoulders and giving him head scratches. if he’s injured you make sure he’s got everything in reach so he doesn’t have to move, and if he’s sick you make sure you’re in reach, because all quinn ever wants is you.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who isn’t a huge party guy. he prefers staying in—watching movies and hockey highlights until he’s falling asleep, preferably with you tucked into his side.

you’ve always been more outgoing than quinn, and mingling is one of your favourite things to do. so every now and then when you go out, quinn joins you. he loves watching you in your element—dancing with your friends and talking to anyone who will listen. and when you’re wrapping yourself around quinn, blinking and pouting up at him all pretty asking him to dance with you, quinn never declines.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who has a few lovey dovey nicknames for you—lovey being one of them. there’s a few more common terms of endearment like babe, baby and beautiful that often slip from his lips like second nature. they’re the safest ones, the nicknames he’ll call you around his friends and yours like it’s no big deal. but then there’s the nicknames he reserves for when it’s just you both—honey, his girly, and your personal favourite: lovey.

your nicknames for quinn are simple—usually just babe or baby. but on the odd occasion when everything feels really soft and intimate, you’ll can him bubba.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who’s love language is words of affirmation. he didn’t realize it until after he met you that it was his love language, but anytime you praise him or reassure him, quinn’s stomach swoops and his heart flutters excitedly. he’s obsessed with the way you speak to him, and he’ll never get tired of it.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who knows your love language is physical touch. you love being close to quinn. if you’re not sitting next to him, you’re sitting on him—trying to get as close as possible at any means necessary. you love wrapping your hands around his arm, and throwing your leg over his hips when you’re in bed together.

quinn can be a bit awkward when it comes to physical contact, especially in public, and you understand and respect that. so when you’re out together and he kisses your cheek or wraps you in a hug, it makes it just that much sweeter.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who may not always go out to parties with you, but will always drop you off and pick you up if you need a ride. it could be a local bar or a random sticky frat house, quinn will be there if you need him.

he’s the most patient human in the world. guiding you to the car while you babble about nonsense—completely hammered. quinn pulls over if you feel sick, even if you has to pull over 15 times in a 5 minute ride. he helps you shower if you’re sticky, and he puts you in pyjamas before you get in bed—no matter who’s place you’re at. quinn makes you chug water and take advil, and he makes sure you’re sleeping on your side incase you get sick.

and he doesn’t even mind doing it either. as long as you’re safe and okay, quinn will do whatever he needs to.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who says I love you first. you’ve been dating for 6 months, and spring is blooming in michigan. it’s the first really warm day of march, and he’s taken you to the pier for a afternoon date.

you walk the pier and have shitty boardwalk food—laughing, kissing and talking about anything and everything. dates like this are always your favourite. just you, quinn and the comforting atmosphere.

you had been mid talking about the book you were reading, a book that was making you angry because you claimed the plot was ‘stupid’. you were telling quinn about the main character, hands moving animatedly as you talked when quinn just said it.

‘I love you so much, y/n’ he said quitley. but you heard it, and your previous ramble comes to a halt. you blinked once, and then again, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. and then tears begin forming in your eyes, and quinn smiles. ‘don’t cry lovey’ he said, pulling you into his chest.

but of course you continue to cry, holding onto quinn like your life depended on it. and when you look up at him and say it back, lashes all wet and nose running, quinn thinks you’ve never looked prettier.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who has to be almost sneaky when it comes to having sex with you. you live in a dorm room with a roommate, and he lives in a house with four other teammates. quinn doesn’t have his own car, and neither do you. having sex is like trying to curate a spy mission.

you have to plan times you’ll be alone, which is usually in your dorm room between 5 p.m and 6:30 p.m while you’re roommate is in a clinical lab. that’s always the best sex with quinn because he doesn’t have to hold back. he holds you against the mattress with his body, and there’s a pillow shoved under your hips while he slips in from behind. quinn pounds you into the mattress until it’s creaks, and he has to cover your mouth to muffle your moans. after all, it’s still a dorm room and you have neighbours.

but there are times when you’re both too impatient and horny. his roommates are scattered through his house, half downstairs and the other only a room over. quinn’s simple and innocent kisses soon turn more heated, and before either of you can think logically, you’re exposing only the essentials so quinn can slip into your heat while he holds your legs open.

your moans are muffled with his lips, and he shoves a pillow between the wall and headboard to not give away what you’re doing.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who gets really stressed once scouts starts checking him out for the upcoming draft. you notice in the way his shoulders are tighter, and he starts to get a little distant.

of course it hurts your feelings, but you understand the pressure he’s feeling. so like the sweet girlfriend quinn knows you to be, you reassure him. you’re not too pushy, and you’re not overwhelming. you kiss him gently and whisper your confidence in him when it’s just the two of you, facing each other in bed—nothing but the moonlight illuminating you.

it helps him more than you’ll ever know.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who is a silent jealous type. he knows you’re social, and he also knows that guys love that. when you’re at parties and mingling your little heart out, lots of guys will try and make advances on you.

you ooze confidence, and your smile is so fucking pretty that quinn almost understands these guys. but you’re his girlfriend, and the sight of these boys trying to touch you and flirt with you makes his blood boil.

of course you don’t entertain them, but that doesn’t stop the jealousy that stirs within your boyfriend. you can always tell when quinn is feeling jealous because his body gets tense and he pouts like a little boy. it doesn’t matter where you are—could be the beach and strangers are checking out your body, or a grocery store and a man compliments your smile, quinn always has the same jealous reaction. and that’s no reaction at all expect that frown.

when you see it you’re instantly moving, wrapping yourself around quinn and giving his pulse point a little kiss. and when you murmur that you love him, quinn always cracks.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who even when you’re fighting, never raises his voice at you. it doesn’t matter how frustrated he is, or how pointless your argument is, quinn would never yell. most of the time is just makes you angrier, because why can’t he just put you in your place—especially when you know you’re being annoying and stupid. but quinn always just tries to problem solve in a calm, soothing voice.

but don’t worry, he puts you in your place in other ways ;)

ღ bf! quinn hughes who asks you to stay with him for a few weeks in the summer at the lake house before the draft.

if quinn wasn’t in love with you already, seeing you with his family would’ve had him falling. you always cook breakfast with ellen in the morning, the two of you giggling and chatting like you’ve known each other for ears. you go golfing with quinn and his dad, and even though you suck at it, jim has nothing but praise and encouragement for you.

jack and luke tease you like you’re their sister. they push you into the pool and steal your fries when you’re not looking, which always makes you laugh. you blend in with his family so well, quinn can’t do anything but smile and admire it all as it unfolds.

you sit with quinn during bonfires and movie nights on the couch, sharing quick kisses when you both think nobody is watching—news flash, somebody is always watching, which usually ends with his mom cooing or his brothers teasing. you and quinn both wake up a little extra early, stifling moans as quinn pushes into your heat in the uninterrupted hours of the morning. you swim like kids, go grocery shopping with his brothers, dance in the moonlight as taylor swift songs, make out on the boat when everyone else stays back. it’s perfect. its simply just you and quinn.

ღ bf! quinn hughes who you sit beside at the nhl draft. he’s nervous, your hand clutched in his clammy one while his thumb runs over your knuckles absentmindedly. just before the draft starts, you squeeze his hand three times, a silent I love you. and quinn squeezes back.

his name gets called and you feel like crying. he hugs his parents first, and then quinn turns to you, a smile on his face while your eyes begin to go misty. he kisses you, in front of the cameras and the crowd because he knows you’re going to be together for the rest of your lives, and the nhl might as well get used to you now, because you’re not going anywhere.

[robertsfloyd]

Sidekick

your friend, ex teammate, needs help with his new 'sidekick'

joaquin torres x reader

"i need a favour."

hearing those words from sam wilson always had you pulling a face. it always had you denying him, telling him you wouldn't help, and eventually agreeing.

it was sam, how could you say no?

for the first time since steve went back in time, you told sam where you were. you'd been helping remotely since steve left, not quite willing to jump back into super hero life. but you still did what you could to help.

you told him where to find you and waited. waited in your garage kitted out for super hero training. even if you weren't willing to jump into superhero life, you were ready for it.

you watched as the truck pulled upon your driveway. living in the middle of nowhere, it could be nobody else but sam.

"you're late," you called, arms folded over your chest as you looked at him.

sam raised his hands as his passenger climbed out of the car. "traffic," he called, his usual smile on his face.

you rolled your eyes, stood up and accepted the hand sam offered to you. "it's good to see you, cap," you mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you.

"good to see you too, kid."

you stepped away from him, looked at the young man just past him. your eyebrows went up, eyes moving to sam. "is this it?"

you didn't mean it like that, but it was the same thing you'd said when tony stark brought peter parker to you. you knew what you were doing.

he was cute, dark curls and muscular arms. not bad to look at, actually. but you weren't looking at him in that way. you were looking at the amount of work you needed to do.

"he wants to be the next falcon," sam said, a chuckle leaving his lips.

your poses were matching, arms folded over your chests and legs just slightly parted as you looked at the young man. "what's your name?" you asked, nodding towards him.

his smile was enough to light up your garage. "joaquin torres," he answered, starting towards you. his hands were clasped together, eyes shining like stars as he looked at you. "it's an honour to meet you, ma'am."

you laughed, shaking your head. "none of that ma'am shit," you mumbled. "makes me fee old."

striding towards him, you look in every inch of him. military, you just weren't sure what kind. army, navy, air force. he was bound to be one of them.

"so, you wanna be a superhero," you said as you circled him, a predator observing its prey. you wouldn't strike, not until you'd readied him to strike back.

"i can work with this," you said. it was more than tony stark had given you in peter parker. "hands up, soldier. show me what you've got."

joaquin raised his hands. fists at the ready, protecting his face. he looked at you, waited for you to do the same.

you swiped his legs out from beneath him. a yelp left his lips as he crashed to the mats beneath his feet.

"lesson one, don't just guard your face."

it was a simple lesson, one that shouldn't need to be taught. but you knew superheroes. fighting them, beating them, training them to beat you.

you offered him your hand, pulled him to his feet. even though you had sent him crashing to the mat, he was still smiling.

his hand was warm as he got up and brushed himself up. "ready to go again?" you asked.

he opened his mouth to reply, but you swept your legs out form beneath him once again. he gasped as he went down, but he grabbed your leg, pulling you down with him.

"hey!" you cried, unable to stop your fall. but you couldn't deny that you were impressed.

"let me guess," he said, the both of you still on the floor. "be ready for anything?"

"be ready for anything," you echoed.

but, suddenly, you were on top of him, keeping his arms pinned with your legs. he tried to move, tried to flip you off of him, but he couldn't. he could have used his legs, could have driven his knee into your side to dislodge you, but he didn't.

"lesson three, if you go down, don't stay there."

"got it," he said, voice squeaking.

finally, you got off of him. turning away from him, you walked towards sam. "kids got potential," you mumbled, folding your arms over your chest.

footsteps on the mat, that was the only way you knew he was coming towards you. you turned quickly, drove your elbow into his chest before he could get to you.

he went down, gasping for breath. "shit!" you cried, hands covering your mouth. "shit, don't do that!"

he raised his thumb as he tried to get control of his breathing. "got it," he gasped and took your hand when you offered it to him.

***

it had been weeks of this arrangement. eventually, sam stopping bringing joaquin by, he just came on his own.

he strode in, jacket on his body. he didn't look ready to get his ass handed to him.

"falcon," you said as he strode into the garage.

his usual bright, pretty smile came onto his face. shrugging off his jacket, joaquin dropped it into the corner of the garage and stepped onto the mat. "not too sore today?" you asked as you copied his pose, both of you ready to strike.

you'd transformed him. where he once was a lamb, he was now the lion. "ready to go," he replied, still grinning.

you grinned right back.

he got the first hit in, but you blocked it. hit after hit, you blocked all of them, but he backed you up until you stepped off the mat. his eyes travelled down, enough of a distraction for you to knock him to the floor.

joaquin pulled you with him. he hooked his leg over your body, keeping you on the floor as he climbed on top of you. joaquin's chest heaved as he sat on top of you, trapping your arms under his legs. "do i win?" he asked with a grin.

you tipped your head to the side, a hum leaving your lips. "maybe," you replied and drove your knee into his side.

joaquin fell to the side and you rolled on top of him. "no," you said, sitting on his stomach. "i win."

his hands were on your hips. his arms and legs were free, he could have dislodged you and taken the win for himself. but, instead, he placed his hands on your hips, his thumb rubbing over the exposed skin above your shorts. "you win," he echoed.

he pulled you forward slightly. your hands met his chest as you stared down at him. "what're you doing, falcon?" you whispered.

you could have moved, could have climbed off of him if you were uncomfortable. but you weren't uncomfortable, not in the slightest. you had been in this position several times since sam first brought him to you, but it had never been like this.

but you weren't complaining.

"i think i wanna kiss you."

his hands travelled up, settled on your back as you leaned towards him. your hands travelled from his chest to the mat on either side of his head. "i think i wanna kiss you, too."

he kissed you and you kissed him. it didn't matter who made the first move. his grip on you tightened, holding you close. but the two of you kept things sweet. eyes closed, no tongue involved.

you pulled away from him, sat back and stared down at him. his hands travelled back down to your hips as he grinned at you. "i win," he said, this thumb moving again.

"wrong again, falcon."

[v4mpire45]

The Things He Doesn't Know — K. Bakugo

This is a series, so other parts will be here!

☞ Link: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Bakugo x female reader (Slight Sero x reader)

Synopsis: When you realize you're in love with your childhood best friend, but force you're feeling's down for the sake of your friendship.

Author's note: Low-key feel like I'm losing the plot, anyhow Bakugo lore and finally an interaction with him tehe. Enjoy everyone!

The past week had been rough. Even after apologizing to Kimiko, she was still pissed. It had taken a whole lot of convincing from everyone for her to stop glaring at you, or at least pretend she wasn’t mad to your face.

She also made it clear you were out of the Bakugo setup plans. She never directly said so, but you could tell she didn’t want you around.

Not that you minded.

Mina and Jirou still kept you updated on the drama, but honestly? You were done hearing about Kimiko drooling over Bakugo.

The last thing you needed was more drama from your outburst.

Unfortunately, avoiding it wasn’t going to be easy, not with today’s plans.

The Bakusquad, along with Kimiko, had decided to get ice cream together.

You stepped out of your dorm, only to find Sero waiting for you.

“I figured we’d head down together,” he said casually.

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” you replied, smiling, falling into step beside him as you made your way to the elevator.

As the doors closed, Sero pressed the button for the common room and glanced at you. “So… you okay? I know everything with Kimiko probably got to you.”

You hesitated, then exhaled. “Yeah, I’m okay. You really helped, y’know.”

Sero smiled, his voice softer than usual. “Yeah? Well… anything for you, Y/N.”

You looked at each other for a second too long.

The warmth in his gaze made something twist in your chest, a twist that's been happening a lot lately.

Then the elevator dinged, and the moment disappeared.

Sero stepped aside, letting you exit first.

Down in the common room, the others were already gathered, Jirou, Kaminari, Mina, Kirishima… and Bakugo.

“There’s my favorite girl!” Mina grinned, bouncing over and looping her arm through yours, dragging you away from Sero.

“Finally! Let’s go, I need ice cream, like, now,” Kaminari whined.

“No, you idiot,” Jirou said, smacking his arm. “We’re still waiting for Kimiko.”

Kaminari groaned and collapsed onto the couch dramatically. “Ughhh, come on.”

After a few minutes, Kimiko finally arrived, dressed in an orange sundress that flared around her knees.

“Hey, everyone!” she chirped.

Mina gasped. “Oh my God, you look so pretty!”

Jirou nodded in agreement. “Yeah, nice outfit.”

Kirishima grinned. “Looking good, Kimiko!”

Sero, much to your annoyance, looked slightly flustered, his face tinted pink.

Bakugo, on the other hand, merely tapped his foot impatiently.

“Okay, can we go now?” Bakugo grumbled.

“ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM!” Kaminari chanted, marching out the door.

Jirou rolled her eyes but followed after him.

The rest of you trailed behind, leaving campus and heading into the city.

On the way, Kimiko playfully teased Bakugo, but he barely reacted. If anything, he just looked bored.

“So, where exactly are we going?” You asked Mina.

“Oh, it’s this place called Frosty’s!”

Frosty’s?

You blinked. The name alone sent a wave of nostalgia crashing over you.

You snuck a glance at Bakugo, wondering if he remembered.

Frosty’s was... special.

You and Bakugo had first come here when you were wide-eyed kids, eager for ice cream. The place was small, family-owned, with faded walls and an old-school charm.

You both always ordered the same thing: vanilla with sprinkles. Bakugo swore his tasted better, even though they were identical.

But that wasn’t what made it special.

No, what made it special was the fact that it was where you and Bakugo had your first kiss.

You were twelve freshly into middle school. Dating and crushes had started becoming a thing, but neither of you had been interested. Bakugo was too focused on becoming N.1, and you had always been too shy to think about it.

That day, you had both been sitting outside on the worn-down bench, eating your ice cream, when he asked out of nowhere...

“Have you had your first kiss?”

The question had caught you off guard. You had licked your ice cream, avoiding his gaze.

“No… have you?”

He had muttered, “No.” Then he kicked at a loose rock on the ground, his voice unusually hesitant.

“We should just… get it over with. Y’know, so we’re not behind or whatever.”

You weren’t sure why you agreed. Maybe curiosity. Maybe the tiny part of you that had always been drawn to him.

“…Okay.”

You had leaned in, your noses awkwardly bumping before your lips met. It was quick, clumsy, and a little embarrassing. Neither of you had ever brought it up again. Maybe because you were both mortified. Or maybe… maybe, because it had meant something neither of you were ready to face.

“Y/N?” Mina’s voice snapped you out of the memory.

“Huh?”

“What are you getting?” she asked, already holding her own cone.

You barely had to think. “Vanilla with sprinkles.”

Mina groaned. “Ugh, you and Bakugo are so boring.”

At that, you glanced over, and sure enough, Bakugo was sitting at a table, eating vanilla with sprinkles.

You shook your head fondly and paid for your order. The group headed outside, and your eyes immediately found the old bench. Without thinking, you sat down, lost in thought.

Your feelings for Bakugo.

Kimiko.

Everything.

A moment later, someone sat beside you.

Bakugo.

You both sat in silence, the weight of unspoken words settling between you. Then, without looking at you, he muttered, “You remember this place?”

Your grip tightened slightly on your cone.

“…Yeah. Do you?”

“Tch. ‘Course I do.”

A pause. Then...

“You were a horrible kisser,” he remarked.

You scoffed. “Oh, like you were any better.”

He clicked his tongue but didn’t argue.

For a moment, the air between you felt lighter. No Kimiko. No drama.

Just you and him. Just like before. Just how it'd always been.

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[starsinthesky5]

I think about this more than a healthy amount for some reason, so I gotta get it out there.

Joe really doesn’t like being called “Joey”. It’s just a childhood name that he feels he’s grown out of. BUT I think he’d have such a soft spot for his girl calling him Joey 🥹 maybe it catches him off guard the first time she lets it slip, but he likes it a lot more than he thought he would. And from then on he only wants to be her Joey and he gets all pouty when she just calls him Joe.

Soft cuddly little Joey bear is my favorite (grumpy irritated Joe is a very close second)

say it, please || joe burrow x reader

description: the ask pretty much sums it up!!

a/n: wow? another blurb? who am i?? this might be how i get back on track with YBWM and I'm not complaining!! again, rushed, written in a few hours, so please don't tell me if you hate it

word count: 1.9 k

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff

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oh joe absolutely despises it when people call him joey. no matter who it is, his mom, his dad, his closest childhood friends, even his nana. he just hates it. he’d complain about how it was too “babyish” and “embarrassing”, and that joe was more adult and manly. joey didn’t fit that stone-cold, joe cool persona he had going on…joey was more like “oh, here’s our soft, cuddly, teddy bear QB1” and he grimaced every time he thought about it. 

until you came around.

you knew that he didn’t like the cute little nickname, it was one of the first things robin had warned you about when you had your first one-on-one talk with her. you never really understood why he hated it, because his reasoning seemed pretty dumb. it was just a nickname, right? and it perfectly matched how he’d get when he had those adorable puppy dog eyes and rosy cheeks. it was just so right. 

but you loved joe, so naturally you respected his wishes just as he respected yours. you dropped the idea of the nickname and carried on. 

until one lazy sunday afternoon in the middle of february. 

you were doing your best attempt at shielding yourself from the bitter winter cold, curled up on the couch with your oversized plush bengals blanket and wearing one of joe’s old LSU hoodies. in your lap was your tablet, and the app opened up was your sketchpad. you worked in graphic design, so you were naturally always found with your apple pencil between your fingers and with this app on the screen in front of you. the latest project you had was not the usual kind—this one was a favor called in by a local cafe, a hidden gem in the heart of the queen city which happened to be one of joe’s favorite spots since he came to cincy. it was quiet, hidden, intimate, and the perfect spot to have a normal conversation with normal people; just how joe liked it. so when he had leisurely strolled into the cafe as usual one day after practice, he found himself caught up in a conversation with the owner (more so his newest best friend considering he went to the cafe every single day after practice) and the topic at hand was their recent obsessions. it was silly, but it was a good conversation to have over smoothies & muffins after a grueling day as star quarterback joe burrow. sometimes he just wanted to be joe again, especially with his friends, and this cafe was a great place to do so. 

anyway, for steve, his obsession was the latest addition to his cafe. a shiny new espresso machine with too many settings and advancements to count. 

for joe, it honestly should’ve been obvious to anyone with working eyes considering every time he thought about it out loud or in his mind—which was a lot—his cheeks turned pink and his eyes softened like he was a stick of melting butter. there was only one thing that could make joe feel and look like that, and everyone in town knew what it was. i mean, it was the hottest topic once you showed up on the sidelines wearing that initial around your neck before the wild card game against the ravens. 

his recent obsession was none other than his lovely, adorable, larger than life…future wife. 

his precious girlfriend.

you. 

he was going on and on about you with that goofy boyish smile to the point where steve was questioning if joe was drunk, high, delirious, or all of the above and just deeply unwell. and honestly, he was. 

he was completely, totally, and utterly lovesick. 

joe rambled on about anything and everything related to you. from your unique hobbies like forging & pressing flowers into journals and resin molds, to your interests that didn’t involve sitting in the stands and cursing out referees for bullshit penalties, and even your cute little habits such as spraying joe’s cologne on your hoodies while he was at an away game so that you could still be close to him. he just loved to talk about you, to tell people how you and everything about you had been such a breath of fresh air in his suffocating life. you were the change of pace he so desperately needed, and he was going to make sure the entire world knew of that. 

then, he started telling steve about your passion for graphic design. you worked full-time at a PR firm for it, but that didn’t stop you from dabbling into side projects in which you had complete control. you’ve designed things like wedding invitations, baby announcements, birthday cards, and even a few shirt designs for your old high school. you were extremely talented, so obviously he’d show you off in that sense too. he loved how hardworking, independent, and creative you were.

that conversation joe had with steve was how you now ended up re-designing steve’s cafe’s logo for him. you really didn’t mind doing it, not that you could say no if you did mind anyway. you knew steve was joe’s friend so if you said no for a good reason, he’d understand, but if word got out that joe burrow’s girlfriend refused to help out a local cafe with something like this…whew. bad bad PR. so, it was a good thing that you loved designing and sketching in your free time because there was no reason for you to say no. everyone would be happy :)

as you twirled your pencil in your hand, gliding the tip along the screen to perfect the border of the design, you felt a weight press down on your shoulder—warm, soft, and familiar. 

joe. 

he really loved watching you do your thing, bonus points if he got to cuddle with you while you were doing your thing, so this was a natural place for him to be found now. you were completely focused on the task at hand, that you didn’t realize when he started talking to you. your ears picked up on bits and pieces of what he was saying, but most of it was drowned out by your own inner thoughts as you contemplated over which shade of green to use in the logo. 

“...so, is it okay if we order in from gloria’s tonight instead of going out in the storm?” he asked, his warm breath tickling your skin as he pushed himself further into the crook of your neck. he’d hide in there if he could, maybe even nestle himself inside your pocket to be as close to you as humanly possible. 

you heard him, and you thought you responded, but that must’ve been in your imagination because then you felt him gently poke your thigh to get your attention. “oh, hm?” you hummed, slightly tilting your head down to see him but keeping your gaze fixed on the screen in front of you. “...yeah, that’s fine joey,” you mumbled, not aware of what you were saying, and what name you just said. 

his heart stuttered in his chest, skipping a beat before picking up again, softer this time—like it was melting right into his ribs. that name, the one that usually made him cringe, that usually made him irritated, suddenly felt…warm. safe. like something sacred.  

because it came from you.  

you weren’t teasing him. you weren’t babying him. you just said it, all soft and dreamy, like it was the most natural thing in the world. like it belonged to him, to you—to both of you.  

joe blinked, his lips parting slightly, his body no longer tense against you but loose, relaxed in a way he didn’t even know he could be. his fingers twitched against his lap, itching to reach for you, to pull you close, to hear you say it again.  

“yeah?” he murmured, voice quieter now, hesitant almost.  

you finally peeled your eyes away from the screen, meeting his gaze, and that’s when it really hit him. the warmth in your expression, the way your lips curled ever so slightly, the way you looked at him like he was your favorite person in the entire world.  

god.  

and from then on, he only wanted to be your joey.  not joe. not burrow. not anything else. just your joey.  

and he made it painfully obvious.  

the first time you called him just joe after that, it was like you stole the sun right out of his sky. his face fell so fast it was almost humorous—eyebrows knitted together, lips pressed into the softest little pout as he stared at you like you’d just broken his heart.  

“what?” you blinked, confused at his odd expression.  

he huffed, shifting closer to you on the couch, arms crossing over his chest in the most dramatic sulk you’d ever seen. “nothing,” he mumbled, but it was so very much something.  

you tilted your head, studying him, before realization hit you.”oh my god,” you gasped, a slow grin creeping onto your face. “are you pouting because i called you joe?”.

he stayed silent. just pouted harder.  

you laughed, reaching over to cup his face, thumbs brushing over his warm, slightly flushed cheeks. “baby, do you wanna be my little joey again?”.

his lashes fluttered, shoulders dropping as he leaned into your touch like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth. and then, so quiet, so needy, it almost made your heart burst—  

“say it, please.” 

your breath hitched.  

oh.  

his voice was barely above a whisper, but you could feel it—the weight of his words, the way he needed to hear it from you, how it felt different when it came from your lips. he didn’t just want the name. he wanted you saying it, holding it close like it was something precious. like he was something precious.  

you softened, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, then his temple, then the corner of his mouth. “okay, joey,” you whispered against his lips, the name dripping in warmth, in love, in everything he ever wanted to hear from you.  

he melted instantly, arms wrapping tight around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck like he never wanted to leave. and god, he didn’t. he wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped up in you, basking in the way you said his name like it belonged to you and you alone.  

because it did.  

no one else could say it like you. no one else could make his chest ache in the best way, could make his heart stutter and swell all at once. no one else could make him love the name he once hated.  

only you.  

his girl. his love. his everything.  

your joey.  

only yours. always.

–the end–

[brookediamonds]

said you’re not in my time zone, but you wanna be (part 4) | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: You're back in The Valley attempting to move on with your life after The Sekai Taikai events when an opportunity arises to compete once again. Will you finish what has been started? Will things with Axel continue like they did back in Barcelona? Or will true colors come to surface and betrayals be made?

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 → alternate ending

Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: None, allusions to sex

(a/n: the moment we've all been waiting for.... ps. keep in mind this is a fanfic and not everything will line up with the story of the show. thank you for all the love on this series, i hope y'all are pleased with it.)

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You toss your back pack on the floor of your bedroom before plopping down onto your bed, stomach down.

Like clock work, your fingers move instinctively to the Face Time app like you did everyday this past month, pressing the name that sent your heart into overdrive.

The call rings once, twice, and then the screen lights up with his face. His hair is a mess, sticking up in different directions, and his eyes are still heavy with sleep, barely open.

"Morning, handsome," you tease your long distance boyfriend.

Axel groans, his face burrowing itself into the pillow. "Not time yet."

You tsk'd glancing at the small clock on your nightstand that read '3:01 PM'.

"I'm afraid so," you regret to inform him. "It's 7:01 am over there."

He picks his face up from the comfort, his dark blue irises shining from the bright reflection of you in his screen.

"I'm so tired," he mumbles rubbing a hand over his face to awaken himself. You notice the dark circles under his eyes, the sleepiness a little more intense this morning.

"You didn't sleep very well, did you?" You ask worryingly. "You had a nightmare?"

Axel nods, unable to vocalize that he had another nightmare about Kwon's fall back in Barcelona.

"I'm sorry, baby," you attempt to console him over the phone. "You should've called me, I would've stayed on the phone with you while you slept."

He chuckles knowing in fact you have answered his calls in the middle of class, leaving an earbud in one ear as he would try and go back to sleep with you on the other end.

"You have school to worry about, ljubavi," his nickname for you sends a warmth through you. "Don't worry about me, I'm good."

You frown wanting nothing but to reach across the screen and wrap your arms around the boy who held the trauma the most out of everyone.

"I miss you," you whisper as the ache in your chest surfaces. Axel's gaze softens, a lazy tug pulling at the corners of his lips.

"I miss you too," he exhales, sleep still evident in his deep voice.

The past month has been life altering for everyone, what was supposed to be a tournament of champions around the world turned into a deadly outcome of someone that was led down the wrong path in life.

After you and Axel parted ways the next day, you made a promise to each other to keep in contact as much as possible, no matter the time, or distance.

"Tell me about your day, I like hearing your voice when I wake up," he says as he sat up in his bed, removing the blanket over him.

You smile softly before giving him a run down of the past 8 hours while he slept.

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"Have you heard anything?" You ask Sam as you helped unfold a red cloth to place over a table in the LaRusso Dealership.

"Not yet," she says quietly, her eyes drifting over to Miguel who blew up balloons with Johnny. "You?"

You sighed spreading your hands among the soft fabric, smoothing it out over the tabletop.

"No, and my mom keeps sending me Tik-Tok's on the best places to see when in Okinawa," you huff.

Sam lets out a small laugh at you mother's eagerness for you to be accepted into the CIEE Study Abroad Program in Okinawa, Japan.

"Sounds like she's more excited than you are," your best friend teases you.

"I am," you say with a slight shrug. "I just don't want to get my hopes up if I can't get a scholarship."

"Did you get approved for grants or loans?" Sam inquires.

"Yeah, not everything is covered though."

You remember the large numbers written across the screen of your computer, even with the grants and subsidized loans, your mom who already works 2 jobs, would have to pay out of pocket.

"You're gonna get that scholarship," Sam assures you, placing a hand on top of your, squeezing it lightly. "I know you will."

You nod, thanking her silently for the encouragement before looking back at her boyfriend. "Have you told him yet? About our plans?"

Sam places her face in her hands, shaking her head.

"No, I don't know when the right time is, especially if we don't know our acceptance yet," she explains. "Have you told Axel?"

You grimace, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Nope, I like you don't know how to tell him," you relate. "I don't want him to be freaked out that I could move closer to him."

"I think you should tell him, from the way I saw you two back in Barcelona... I think he'll be excited," she gives you a small smile.

"Yeah, maybe," you blush thinking of the morning's and nights you and Axel talk on the phone and constantly send each other messages of random updates.

It's been only a month, and it's felt like an entirety without him.

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"Alright, what is the big news?" You ask setting your laptop down on your desk, continuing to get ready for the LaRusso dealership anniversary party.

"Sensei told us the tournament is back on, and it will be there in The Valley!" Axel informs you all at once.

You froze mid-swipe of your lipgloss, glancing back at the boy taking up your screen.

"W—What?" You question moving closer to the computer. "How?"

"All the sensei's agreed to come back, and pick up where we left off at tournament," he explains. "Mr. Silver is paying for everything."

You can't help scoff at the mention of Silver's name, the bitterness overcoming you.

"What's wrong? I thought you would be happy," Axel frowns seeing the distraught look on your face.

"I am, I'm dying to see you," you reassure him. "But Silver still being with you guys... it doesn't feel right."

"Don't worry, ljubavi," he spoke softly. "He means nothing. I can't wait to see you again."

You shake off the bad feeling, instead focusing on the fact that you'd be able to reconcile with the boy you missed the most.

"Me too," you say, your eyes softening. "Maybe this is a good thing."

Axel looks at the camera fondly, a small smile upon his lips.

"You look beautiful by the way," he compliments you, causing you to blush. You weren't sure if Silver bringing back the tournament was a good thing, but one thing was for certain.

You couldn't wait to be with Axel in person again.

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The next few weeks are spent training for the revival of the tournament, you find yourself sparring with each and every one you know to help prep you for any outcome.

Tory attempts to drop out of the challenge but with you and Sam in her corner again, she opts to join again, but still stays with Cobra Kai.

It's the night before the rematch of Robby and Axel, you're dressed in a simple white sundress, tugging at your homemade bracelet as you knock quietly on the hotel door.

You don't know why you're nervous to see Axel again, your fingers shake slightly as they brush the bracelet on your wrist. The door immediately swings open revealing the person you ached to see.

Axel stands there, barefoot, hair slightly damp from a shower, his black t-shirt hanging loose over his frame. But it’s his eyes that hold you still, widened slightly, flickering over you as if trying to memorize everything all over again.

"Hi," you whisper softly.

Axel doesn't say anything as he steps forward, engulfing you into his arms, your feet lifting off the ground as he crashes his lips into yours in a kiss that makes your head spin.

You barely have time to react before you’re sinking into him, one hand running over the back of his head, the other fisting into the fabric of his shirt as he holds you like he never wants to let go.

Axel walks you backward into the room, the door shutting close, only breaking the kiss when you’re both breathless. 

"I forgot how beautiful you are in person," he murmurs leaning his forehead against yours. Your heart is racing, eager you were finally here, in his arms.

"I should stay away more often if this is the greeting I'll get every time I see you," you tease him, your lips curving up into a smirk.

He chuckles before diving in for another kiss, taking his time to memorize the softness and warmth of your lips.

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"This is not what I meant by dinner and a movie," you grin placing the freshly delivered pizza on the bed for you and Axel to share.

You adjust his large shirt over your frame as you move to sit back on the bed next to the boy who stared at you with adoring eyes.

"I'm not complaining," he smirks pressing a lingering kiss below your ear as you flipped the lid open to the box.

You roll your eyes playfully, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the movie options on the tv before you.

Axel grabs a slice of the pepperoni pizza, holding it up to your lips as you searched through the menu. You laughed softly before taking a bite.

He takes a bite after you, continuing to watch you as you ponder what to choose.

"Don't just gawk at me, help me choose a movie!" You whine, fighting back a smile.

"Okay, okay," he grins chewing through the mouthful of food.

Deciding on 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days' you and Axel attempt to watch the movie, but once you finish eating, talking overcomes the both of you.

"So, I decided to do something... kind of life changing," you say, eyes watching Kate Hudson as she decorates Ben's apartment with her stuff.

Axel turns his head toward you, one eyebrow quirking in curiosity. He shifts on the bed, propping himself up against the pillows as he watches you closely. 

"What is it?" He asks giving you his undivided attention. You nod, suddenly feeling a little anxious, unable to bring the words outs.

Axel see's this and takes ahold of your hand in his, squeezing it in reassurance.

"I applied to the study abroad program in Okinawa."

For a moment, there’s silence.

You bite your lip, rushing to add, "Not because of you, or—or because it’s close to Hong Kong or anything."

He furrows his eyebrows at your wording making you panic and continue word vomiting.

"I mean, obviously, I love that I’d get to see you more, but this is something I wanted even before we, before us happened," you gesture between your bodies.

Axel stares at you for a second longer, then, to your surprise, his lips curve into the biggest, most genuine grin.

"Are you kidding me?" he breathes, blue eyes shining. "That's great, ljubavi!"

Relief washes through you, the nerves fading away.

"You said in Barcelona you wanted to explore the world," he reminds you. "And now you get to do that. I'm so happy for you."

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, before laying a tender kiss to your temple. Your heart swells, warmth spreading through you at his words and actions.

"It's not for sure yet, but Sam and I submitted our applications about a month and half ago," you say. "We should be hearing back any day now."

Axel nods leaning back against the headboard.

"You both will get in, I have no doubts," he assures you. "How is her boyfriend's mom?"

You smile grabbing your phone to pull up pictures from the group chat with all of your friends.

"She's doing so good," you gush pressing on the new photos of Miguel's baby sister. "Miguel and Robby became big brothers just 2 weeks ago."

Axel smiles as you scroll through the photos of baby Laura, pointing out how small and cute she is to him.

"Thanks for asking," you say appreciating the fact that he cared enough to remember about your friends.

"Well maybe after tournament, I can meet your friends, and your mom," he suggests. One thing that stood out to Axel about you was the love and care you held for those around you.

He wanted to be apart of that too.

"I'd love that," you grin. "I should probably warn you about my mom though... she'll love you."

Axel laughs sinking down into the pillows, tugging you along with him.

"I can't wait," he says lowly, brushing his lips against your nose.

And neither could you.

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You decide against spending the night at the hotel filled with the competition, and not wanting to wake up feeling unprepared.

Besides your jet lagged boyfriend fell asleep the minute the clock struck 10 pm.

Making your way into the elevator, you fiddle with your car keys, already reminiscing the last few hours you had with Axel.

Consumed by your thoughts, you don't notice the tiny girl that's slipped in beside you.

"I hope you enjoyed your time with him, it won't last very long after this."

Glancing to your left you see Zara standing next to you, her arms crossed. You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes.

"You don't know what you're talking about," you say lowly, your eyes staying in the doors in front of you.

Zara lets out a chuckle, take a step in front of you.

"Axel might want you now," she continues, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "but want isn’t everything. Loyalty is. And his loyalty?”

She’s staring at you with intense eyes, her hands on hips. “That belongs to us, his team, his sensei, the Iron Dragons."

She lets the words sink in before adding, "Not you."

Your jaw tightens. You know she’s trying to get in your head, but that doesn’t stop the sting of her words from settling uncomfortably in your chest.

"Axel and I know where we stand," you try to say coolly. "Nothing you say changes that."

The elevator dings, doors sliding open. Zara steps out first, turning over her shoulder with one last smirk. "You're just a distraction, sweetheart. So enjoy your time while it lasts."

With that, she disappears down the hall, leaving you standing frozen in the elevator, your stomach twisting.

You know what she says isn't true, Axel cares for you. He wants to be a part of your life, beyond just stolen moments and FaceTime calls.

But her words cling to you, whispering doubts you can’t quite shake.

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part 5

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(a/n: we backkkk wasn't sure if the same people still wanted to be tagged, but tagged y'all anyways. i needed to get this going before i got distracted with the other amazing requests im getting, so here's this part.)

[maskedcrawford]

Drinks and Kisses

Choi Seunghyun x F! Reader

Summary: Seunghyun see's a pretty bartender and decides he wants to try his luck.

Warnings: None, just fluff my darlings.

A/N: Hope this was what you wanted sweet Anon. This was really fun to write

Requests are OPEN

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Working an after party as a bartender was always interesting. Celebrities from around the world would come up with their orders, have small talk and go on about their business. After about a year you’d gotten over the starstruck behavior and were a total professional.

However, there was certain tall male that kept eyeing you as you shook the contents of the bottle up for a customer. His gaze was concentrated; he wasn’t even paying attention to the conversation around him at this point. He takes the last sip of his drink, one that was bought for him, but he decides now would be a great time to get one for himself from the beauty behind the counter.

“So, anyway, we were, hey!” his friend says as the male leaves his friends in the middle of the conversation. He’d been trying to find anyway to break the ice with you and figured he’d just wing it. After all, he was Choi Seunghyun, how hard could it be?

You can feel his gaze burn holes in your back, you finish up with the customer and notice him approaching. Out of habit you adjust your shirt as you wipe down an empty part of the table. He stops at the bar and looks at you for a brief moment, the way your y/h/c flows just right, the way your uniform fits to your frame, how even how soft and plump your lips are. He gets so lost in his own mind for a moment he doesn’t realize you’ve caught him staring. A slight blush creeps up your cheeks and you clear your throat.

“What can I get for you?” Your smile is kind, one he definitely wants to see more often.

“A, uh, Whiskey and coke, please,” he chokes out. You give him a head nod and he taps his fingers on the table, for a moment not sure how to break the ice. He doesn’t normally get this nervous in front of women.

“So, what’s a beauty like you doing here?” he asks before slightly cringing to himself. You look at him over your shoulder and see him rubbing his forehead in regret.

With a small giggle you answer him, “I’m working,” you give him his glass and he nods at you.

“Right, of course.” He takes the drink and begins to walk away, thinking about abandoning the mission, but at the last second turns back.

“You have a beautiful smile,” he says a little shy. You smile in response and chuckle under your breath.

“Thank you,” you pull your bottom lip between your teeth slightly and he smirks.

“Do I make you nervous?” his tone is more confident and playful. You let out another giggle by this point, suddenly feeling slightly shy and reserved. You were used to comments about how hot and sexy you were, but not so much the kind and genuine compliments. Your cheeks flushed under his intense gaze.

“I wouldn’t say nervous,” you busy yourself with the inventory to try and appear calm and collected. He takes a sip of his drink and glances around him to see the party slowly dying down.

“How do you like working parties?” You shrug your shoulders as you lean against the back of the bar and notice his body slightly leaning forward.

“I enjoy it. I get to meet a lot of interesting people. I met Katy Perry in Pairs not that long ago, Cristiano Ronaldo at a private party and Adele even hired me as a bartender for her birthday last year,” the sparkle in your eyes wasn’t lost on Seunghyun, he thought it was beautiful the way you spoke with such passion.

 “That’s amazing, it must be fascinating meeting so many people.” You nod as you notice his genuine reaction. He wasn’t brushing you off like all he wanted was what’s in your pants, he wanted a real conversation; a connection with you. This intrigued you greatly.

“Where are my manners?” His deep laugh comes out as a chuckle and you move the bar that he’s leaning against.

“My name’s Choi Seunghyun,” he reaches out his hand. As if he needed to introduce himself. You’d been a fan of his for years. But you weren’t going to give that away so easily.

“Y/N,” you shake his hand and become aware of just how big his hands really are.

“What, no last name?” he quirks his brow with a smirk.

“I have one, but you gotta earn it,” you wink at him and his smile grows from ear to ear.

“How about I take you out sometime and you can tell me then?” His tone oozes confidence as you giggle.

“What makes you think you can handle me?” you step out from behind the bar and stand beside him, the party dying more with each passing minute.

“I’m not sure I can, but I’d like to try,” he drags his gaze up and down your body before taking another sip of his drink. You feel that flush come back to your cheeks as you mentally swoon at just how handsome he really looks. Dress shirt and pants, an overcoat and his hair done up nicely.

“Well, I’ll give you points for honesty.” You say playfully.

“So, is that a yes?”

“It’s a date,” you smirk. He sets the glass down and pulls out his phone.

“Let me give you, my number.” You reach into your back pocket and pull out your phone, letting him type in his number, before he gives you his and you put your number in.

“I expect a text with details, Mr. Choi,” you say as you round the bar to finish out the night. He sets the glass down and rejoins his friends for the remaining time left for the party. He keeps his eyes on you the rest of the night, multiple times you catch him staring and every now and again he’d wink.

The party finally dies down and you start packing up.

“I’m heading out for the night,” you hear his velvety deep voice say. You flush at just how attractive it is.

“Have a good night,” you wave politely. He walks behind the bar and walks up behind you.

“What, no good night kiss?” he teases by mumbling in your ear.

“The alcohol has done what it does best,” you think to yourself. Your turn around, half expecting him to want to make out with you right then and there, not sure of how drunk he might be. But instead he kisses your cheek, and like a gentleman looks deep into your eyes and tells you goodnight.

“I’ll call you,” he winks and with that, he walks away confidently, causing you to be eager for the next time you’ll see him.

[universefcb]

↬❥Lucky kitty

Hector Fort x Fem!Reader

sy: You fall in love with a kitten and adopt it.

a/n: THIS IS SO CUTE! And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: Cuteness, more cuteness, so cute!

Y/N never imagined that her afternoon of shopping would turn into the cutest decision of her life. It all started when she walked into a pet store to buy a gift for her friend's dog. But as soon as she walked past the adoption area, her eyes met a small gray cat with huge blue eyes, looking at her as if he had been waiting for her.

“Oh no…” he murmured, already feeling his heart melt.

The kitten meowed softly, extending its paw out of the cage as if asking for a hug.

“This one was rescued a few weeks ago,” said a store employee, approaching.

“He’s very affectionate, but I haven’t found a home yet.” S/N knew that Hector loved cats, so she took out her cell phone and quickly made a video call with him.

“Honey, look at this!” She turned the camera to the kitten.

Hector's eyes widened.

“NO, DON’T SHOW ME THAT, or I’ll fall in love…” He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“Where is it?”

“At the pet store.” He hesitated for a second before smiling.

“Hold on, I’m coming over there now.

And in a suit, less than twenty minutes later, Hector walked into the store, still wearing his workout clothes. As soon as he saw the kitten, he completely melted.

“AI, MI AMOR…” He bent down and the little animal immediately curled up against him, purring. “That’s it, that’s it. This cat is ours.”

“I knew it!” Y/N laughed.

They filed the adoption papers and before they knew it, they were on their way home with their new family member in a carrier. The problem now was deciding on a name.

“What if it’s a name that has to do with you?” S/N suggested, already imagining something funny. Hector smiled.

“Like… Hectorzinho? A little obvious, right?” She laughed.

“But maybe something you represent.”

Hector scratched his chin thoughtfully.

“STRONG?”

“It sounds like the name of an academic supplement!” S/N laughed out loud.

“True.” He laughed too.

“And STRONG will grow up… he won’t be so STRONG for long.”

The kitten, oblivious to the argument, climbed up Hector's legs and nestled in his lap, purring happily.

“Wait... And you're going to Fort?” S/N suggested, brightening up.

.Hector paused for a second, looking at the cat and then at Y/N.

“Fort… I like it.” The cat meowed, as if approving of the choice.

“Okay, then it’s decided. Welcome to the family, STRONG!”

In the early days, Fort proved to be a true king of the house. He ran everywhere, explored every corner and loved to climb on Hector's shoulder while he played PlayStation.

“Strong, get down from there, BROTHER!” Hector said, laughing, as he tried to play with the cat by holding his shirt.

But the cutest moment was at night. Whenever Hector and S/N lay down to sleep, Fort would find a space between them and curl up there, purring softly.

“He’s so clingy,” Y/N murmured, stroking his soft fur.

Hector smiled, watching the snuggled kitten.

“As I am with you.” She smiled and found herself closer.

“So I guess I have two Forts now.”

And that night, with Fort in the middle of the bed and Hector hugging her, Y/N realized that this was the happiest home she could have.

List: @paucubarsisimp @nngkay @meganesanchez @p4uul0vr

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[sturniololuvz]

can you write something about their little sister meeting their friends and being shy at first but slowly opening up and she gets all of them to play barbies with her?

awww yessss

“Tea Party with the Boys”

Sturniolos x sister

The Sturniolo house was unusually lively that afternoon. The triplets had invited their friends over—Nate, Madi, and a couple of others—to just chill and film. But in the midst of all the chaos, their 4-year-old little sister, Y/N, stood by the stairs, clutching her Barbie doll tightly against her chest, peeking at the group from behind the railing.

She wanted to go play, but there were so many new people. She knew Nate and Madi, but the rest? They were strangers in her little world.

Chris was the first to notice her, pausing mid-conversation. “Y/N, what are you doing over there?” he asked, tilting his head.

She shrunk back a little but whispered, “Nothin’.”

Nick followed Chris’s gaze and smiled. “Come here, bug,” he said, patting his lap. Slowly, she made her way over, climbing up onto Nick. She still clutched her Barbie, pressing her face into his hoodie while eyeing the others shyly.

“She’s shy around new people,” Matt explained, ruffling her hair.

“That’s okay,” Madi said with a warm smile. “Hey, Y/N, I like your Barbie. What’s her name?”

Y/N peeked up at her before mumbling, “Princess Rosie.”

Nate gasped dramatically. “Princess Rosie? She sounds so cool.”

A tiny smile formed on Y/N’s lips. “She is.”

Madi leaned closer. “Does she have a castle?”

Y/N hesitated, then nodded. “Mhm. It’s in my room.”

Matt grinned, already seeing where this was going. “You think we could see it?”

Her eyes widened as she looked around at all the big kids. “You wanna play?”

Chris chuckled. “Obviously. We love Barbies.”

One by one, the group followed Y/N up to her room. She quickly forgot about being shy as she grabbed her collection of dolls and furniture, setting up a whole world on the floor.

“This one’s you,” she said, handing Nate a Ken doll with brown hair.

“Oh, wow, I look great,” Nate said, making the doll do a backflip.

She giggled, then gave Madi a pink-haired Barbie. “You can be the princess.”

“I am honored,” Madi said, adjusting the doll’s tiara.

Matt, Nick, and Chris all got dolls of their own, and soon enough, Y/N had them fully immersed in an epic Barbie adventure—tea parties, castle drama, and even a fashion show.

At one point, Matt, trying to be funny, made his Ken doll trip dramatically, and Y/N gasped. “Nooo, you can’t fall at the tea party!” she scolded, making everyone laugh.

By the time Marylou peeked in to check on them, she found a group of teenagers fully engaged in a Barbie kingdom, while Y/N sat in the middle, happier than ever.

“I see she made you all her royal subjects,” she teased.

Chris grinned. “What can I say? She’s very persuasive.”

Y/N beamed, looking around at all her new friends. She wasn’t shy anymore—not with her boys playing right beside her.

[nexoncrowfeather]

I shall now post stuff >:3

hello. i'm nex's girl friend. my name is Leia. I go by uzi. my mom doesn't let me post stuff on Tumblr. but nex does! my mom doesn't know he has Tumblr, so she'll never know!!! heh. take that, mom. I wanna use Tumblr as an online public dairy, so i'll be sharing some info with you guys!! but mostly not private info. first, i'll start by talking Abt nex. nex is 19 years old, & he's a femboy, he's REALLY hot. he has brown hair and green eyes. he's neptunic, neptunic is a sexuality where you are attracted to women, non-binary people, or anyone who doesn't identify as a man. I'm like actually obsessing over him!!!! >_< he's really nice to me, and he's sooo FREAKING smart it's like not even funny!!! when he lived with his shithead of a step dad, his dad would search him for any blades, money, knives, and really anything he wasn't supposed to have (so basically he wasn't supposed to have anything), but guess what? nex would wear yoga shorts with pockets under his actual pants! he'd hide razor blades, money, and really anything flat in there! then, I let him borrow one of my non padded bras, and he'd hide candy in there! he always wears baggy gothic clothing, so his dad never noticed! and he still doesn't know that nex did that, even today! nex never had good parents, his dad was very strict and didn't support him. when nex first said he was neptunic, his dad slapped him and grounded him for six months!!! nex always was really good at hiding his depression, but then his mom got him a therapist, and he finally had someone to vent to. his therapist is a really good person, she actually cared abt him, and she never told his parents about the bad stuff that he did. but then, one day, when I was at school, I noticed him sitting all alone at one of the lunch tables, I didn't know him yet, but I really did feel bad for him, so I sat next to him. I offered him some of my lunch, but he refused to eat. he had a cut under his left eye, I asked him how he got that, and he just said it was his cat. we talked some more, and I found out that he was in 5th grade, so he was older than me. I was in 2nd grade at the time. over time, me and nex became close friends, but, when I first met him, I immediately started liking him!!! it wasn't until he was in sixth grade that he confessed his love for me, and we started dating! I know, I know, he's like way older than me, but deep inside, he's still ten years old. nex is very protective over me, and when I came over to his house for the night and told him that I was getting bullied at school, he said he'd deal with it. and guess what he did the next day? he walked me to school, went out into the recess area with me, and beat the holy shit out of the boys that bullied me. luckily no one saw him, so he didn't get in trouble. now he goes to elevate academy, and I go to river city, but that doesn't stop him from seeing me!! in the middle of the night, he'll go grab his moms tablet and face time me. and whenever me and my fam come over to his house, we're locked in his bedroom for the entire night. nex goes by n, and his full name is Nexon crowfeather. it's pronounced nex-in. yes, he just had to change his last name to his favorite character's name, crowfeather. you know, from warrior cats? he likes crowfeather a lot. when I move out, i'm changing my name to uzi. then, when we get married, my name'll be uzi crowfeather! and when we have a daughter, we'll name her ghost. then her middle name will be nori, and then her last name'll be crowfeather. nex's FULL name is nexon hesper crowfeather. at first, nex was gay, but when he met me, he realized that he wasn't attracted to men anymore at all. nex is also a therian. his therio types are silver fox, cross fox, and Turkish van cat. his father doesn't support therians, so he hates nex. but I love him to pieces, and that's all that matters.

[maleyanderecafe]

Pearl (Visual Novel)

Created by: RootFU

Genre: Romance

Although this one is a demo, I am a sucker for yandere type monsters and the artwork in this is gorgeous. It's pretty simple though, with the idea of going out with friends on a bit of an ocean adventure after having some nightmares before a storm comes in.

The story starts out with Pearl having a nightmare, someone dragging them into the ocean. They wake up with a start, remarking how their nightmares have been difficult for them. They drive to the ocean to meet up with their friends, who have planned an event for them to help them feel better about their nightmares. Once arriving at the beach, they meet with one of their friends, Katherine, who has been waiting for them. Their other friend, Derek has gone to get drinks and probably flirt with another girl and is likely to fail spectacularly. When he does come back, Katherine reveals that they are actually going to sail to Kruelto island, unlike their original plan of just hanging out on the beach. However, as they sail out, the weather starts to get bad, raining and storming and they get stuck in a middle of a cyclone. Pearl bumps their head and wakes up to a merman trying to take care of them. If they freak out and attack them, he will get angry for them calling him a monster and snakes will come out to attack and kill them. If not, Pearl will freak out, and the merman will calm them down, with Pearl possibly complimenting him and making him blush. After some conversation, Pearl realizes that Derek and Katherine are missing and goes to look them, however, when he does find them, the merman is nowhere to be seen.

The next day, the storm seems to have kicked in, and after taking a nice sleep, goes to take a shower. However, upon turning on the faucet, they see a strange goo coming out of the tap. The goo reforms into the merman, who explains his situation of how lonely he felt and asks Pearl to come back to Kruelto with him to be together with him, basically telling Pearl that they can become a merperson like him. Pearl tries to back off, but the merperson grabs onto their legs. When Pearl asks why, the merman explains that they were the only person that didn't turn their back on him. Regardless of if you choose to go back or to stay, the demo will end.

So as I said before, the demo is relatively short, but the artwork is very pretty, especially the artwork of the mermaid and his CGs. There's a great mystery to what's going on with Pearl and the dreams, which likely seem to be caused by the merman himself, or at least somewhat related to them. However, it does seem like the merman has never met Pearl before prior to their initial encounter, so I'm not sure how true this might be. The merman, who you can name, also seems to be pretty touchy about whether or not he's seen as a human or not, especially since he sends out snakes to attack Pearl if Pearl attacks him first. I'm not sure if these are actually a part of him, or if they're more akin to familiars, but it does make me wonder where they came from. Perhaps its a power that he will use if Pearl refuses to go with him back to the island. Either way, I hope it's something that we'll be able to see soon after. The other thing I thought was pretty cool was the idea of the merman being able to basically turn into goo and come in through the faucet, though that does lead to a bunch of other questions, like how did he know where Pearl's house was, what happens when he loses too much of his goo, and generally how does he rearrange himself afterwards. Unfortunately, as with a lot of demos, we know very little about why the merman specifically is into Pearl, other than they were the first human that he had seen in such a long time that treated them kindly. Does make me wonder what other poor humans woke up confused to find a giant merman with three eyes staring at them.

Overall, interesting concept and pretty art. I really hope that this game has more going on later down the line because the idea of yandere monsters is very fun and very lacking currently.

[marzipanilla]

the graph explaining the fanfic zone within the hump is truly one of the best graphs I've ever seen. bc the opposite ends are too garbage to bother with and too good to want to touch lol

The show might have brought it up (I think Mark asks his name and Andressa explains what's up), but the comic definitely mentions that Thraxans pick their own names once they're older, but due to his aging being slowed down via Thraxan standards, he just isn't capable of doing it. and this is told to Mark. so like. I could see him upholding that, but also, maybe tell your mom that??? so that she can respect the culture the kid is from ??? you are literally her only touchstone on what he might need/experience and you ... don't mention anything ???

Nolan just going w what Andressa would have wanted in the situation is understandable since he has no thoughts re: childcare. Though again I will once again bring up the compelling strangeness of Mark having the same name as Black Samson. bc. what happened there. I do full on have a fic that I'll get around to eventually where a small part of it is that Nolan wanted to name Mark Marcus Aurelius bc the show gave him that military hard on for Rome xD and Debbie had to be like well we have a good friend named Markus so- let's go with that.

Viltrumites having such 'strong' and dominant genes is truly a horrendous bane of trying to discuss certain things. 'you're a pure viltrumite bc humans and viltrumties are so magically compatible I wipe out everything human about you!' NO stupid. dumb. awful. not to mention after Oliver came up in the comics I full on had to listen to someone say, after looking at that kid, 'does that mean Mark is going to stop being Asian as some point?' and it's like. if you followed the logic on the comics, yeah, he would. But then the text would have to acknowledge the insanity and fucking racism in their 'eugenics are right actually' nazi species they decided to spit out. and like. aren't you telling a whole ass story about how that ISN'T the correct line of thinking ??? WHY are you doing this. why. not to mention even not accounting for dominant genes you don't get ALL your genetic material from one parent. ffs

Typically I don't bother with going into show or characters tags either. I think pretty much most people I've consistently interacted w about this fandom I initially interacted w on AO3 first xD I just poked my nose out to find one or two people to follow so I could tap a vein to make sure a little of it would trickle across my dash, but I stay out of the big stuff. And honestly, I've not heard great things about the wider community so. I'm cool in my corner.

God the amount of filtering I do on AO3 for this fandom is truly insane. I think this is the smallest, and yet most heavily filtered fandom I have ever interacted with bc so much of the stuff produced for it I am just not interested in. it's like, YAY we're finally over 700 stories tagged! and then I filter them down and it's back to maybe 300 I've already looked at. there's clearly a 20 year old unhinged community for it, but I don't know what they're doing with their time lol

Hell, I like shipping stuff but I knew the moment my brain latched on to a middle aged woman that the shit I would want to see was never going to be a majority even among ppl who write shipping stuff. Tho honestly there is more stuff for Debbie than expected, so I guess there are enough people who appreciate her- it's still just.... such a tiny pool. I legit thought a 20 year old comic would have more fan content for it. apparently not.

Debbie's willingness to GO TO GDA HEADQUARTERS to yell at Cecil specifically, the fact she has 0 qualms about standing up to Nolan and THROWING HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE (I mean there was a lot going on in that moment but she did that!! she did that!) is like. this woman clearly has 0 concept of bad things happening to her, or at the very least, doesn't care if they do. I've mentioned it before but she really is the embodiment of 'anything could kill me. you aren't special'. I NEED more of her being wildly reckless. it's like, I don't necessarily view her as a 'I poke hornets nests for the lulz' but she is definitely someone that when a threat walks up to her she's like ??? bitch move.

God. now I'm thinking about Levy coming after her, but Oliver isn't there, and since this Clear Threat is targeting her son and she doesn't have a toddler to manage the safety of, just full on losses it on him. you want me to call my son ?? -bashes Levy's brain in with her cellphone- this woman is UNHINGED.

Her and Olga becoming travel buddies is such a fun idea. I also like the thought of her traveling being a pre-Nolan trait as much as it was a convenience thing when he was around! it all comes back around to letting this woman have interests.

I should practice storyboarding more. honestly I have a lot of fun just doing straight ahead animation experimentally and just seeing what happens without thinking too hard on things. which is fun in some aspects, not great on others. I think I tend to thumbnail and just go 'yeah this is enough information to go off of' and then sort of just make up what I need from there even in things with more specific intent lol But I can barely write off a coherent planned outline, so like, no surprise there. its why so much of the art I post is sketches. Its hard to focus for more intent/detailed pieces. you want me to think about the key poses ??? ugh. lol

Nolan actively choosing to endanger Mark (AND kid no2) is never not going to come up when I write lol I think I have multiple fic at this point where I straight up have Mark be like 'does dad love the other kid more than me bc he put me in harms way to protect them??' Like let your feelings on inadequacy boil even more!! let him resent the little fucker a bit xD

It's sort of subverted with the viltrumties somehow magically knowing about Amber and where to find her and Mark (??? HOW) so arguably they magically could have figured it out- but I genuinely think that the idea of Nolan actually living with Debbie would be so anathema to them. like yeah, maybe he got gross and fucked a human but he wouldn't LIVE with one, right guys ?? haha right ?? so you could def go for the 'prize' thing, and Nolan arguably thought he could convince ppl to let him keep her, but I think it's funnier if it is just so far out of what they perceive to be typical behavior that they wouldn't even know how to deal with the request if it came up. he gets her onboard bc they just don't have any idea how to deal with the situation. lol 'technically the rules don't say he CAN'T do it... but it seems wrong??'

Nolan: a spaceship is like an RV!

Debbie: The FUCK it is!! and my planet is on fire!! where is my son!!

Mark agreeing to go hang out on a beach w Debbie instead of refusing and the beach is Beach City (am now officially thinking too much about this crossover lol)

The way I got caught up on our back and forth I almost forgot this, lol! AND OH MY GOODNESS, IMAGINE? I forget exactly what which point Debbie makes the beach offer, but I’d love when exactly in SU/SUF-timeline they’d go? There’s something so fucking funny to me about them going during the SUF-timeline and always narrowly missing the strange, Steven-shaped mental breakdowns in the back. I know those don’t occur in a single day, but it’s tickling me. How could they miss anything? I don’t know I just think it’s funny.

Though, post-SUF is interesting if Gems can see the similar “world on your shoulders”, Mark has going on! Steven can shunt the narrative in the Gems’ minds, which I think is neat, if I’m not misusing the phrase since the guy’s on the road far away. Or maybe it’s just before Steven goes and they stumble into each other. I’d kinda love Pearl and Debbie interacting, honestly, if they could talk about loving someone who hurt you, hide things from you, even when you thought you knew them so deeply, and they left you to raise a child. Pearl being in a well adjusted space, and Debbie still grieving.

Honestly, the gems could help train Mark, they’re got experience and similar-ish powers in strength, sturdiness, and they can jump/run fast enough for flying to be vaguely similar enough to lecture about, I think. Or Lapis Lazulis, haha! Peridot with her trash can lid! Garnet, I’d love to see if she told Mark anything about his future in vague, well meaning advice. Or even giving relationship advice considering Amber. Or, importantly, how to convince an entire reign to end their colonizing ways, lol. Is Mark perhaps willing to start a war, take advantage of being related to any leaders, or fake his own death to varying results?

In general, there’s something so fucking funny to me about Nolan, in the sake of comparison, being Pink Diamond coded. Like OH, did an important or well respected of the colonizing empire come to earth and learn the beauty of its people and nature, including faking/lying/omitting things about his identity and background to being in, only to feel conflicted when his responsibility still remained, and he tried to free himself from them? Yikes! We’ve been through that before! Like gimme Pink Diamond and Nolan outfit swap rn. This is tickling me so much oh my goodness.

[fonthoura]

Hc where Garak knows Julian is a liar, but he can't, for the life of him, know what he's lying about.

Like, he has this feeling, given to him by years of training and an observant eyes, that Julian is very purposefully unauthentic, and it seems that no one else notices.

He sees how Julian talks a lot and overshares, but never really says anything, to the point where his friends would have a hard time answering any question about him, like, for fucks sake, it took reading his file to get to know his date of birth because no one knew.

Jadzia thinks he has a brother, Miles is convinced he has a sister, and Garak is fairly sure he is an only child, the problem is, Julian doesn't talk about it. He talks too much and hardly says anything.

Garak also notices how he is always tense, as if holding back, like when he lets himself be punched when he clearly sees it coming, when he let's things break even though Garak is sure he could've caught them mid air, how he seems to calculate the perfect amount of clumsy in a day (once he even bumped into Garak and pretended to be distracted) and no one notices.

But Garak does, Garak knows he is lying about something, he feels it, specially when he looses on games and arguments, like he could not think of something else but Garak sees it in his eyes that he is hiding something.

And Garak constantly gets worried, despite his best knowledge, about him.

He knows how lonely it is, to keep yourself hidden from the world, to not let anyone know you, to hold the weight of a thousand secrets on his body, and constantly he sees this weight taking it's toll on the doctor.

Julian keeps people at arms length, he gets close on condition, he larps with Miles, discuss literature with Garak and converses with Jadzia, but keeps them all compartmentalized, always distant, even his crush on Jadzia being shallow, no real depth to it.

Julian seems skin deep and Garak knows how it feels and aches for him.

So he constantly tries to scratch the surface, aways tries to get Julian out of his lie made shell like Julian does to him, and he doesn't succeed, but he keeps trying.

Specially after he finds out that Julian had been gone for a month and not even him noticed it, he knows it's because no one would, because Julian keeps so much of himself hidden that you can't distinguish him from a fake.

And then, doctor Zimmermann shows up...

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[deus-ex-mona]

little brothers and their will to #slay, man </3

[girltakovic]

what is it about target that attracts the men with the fewest active neurons this side of the mississippi

[c0rpsedemon]

something abt realizing you're listening to someone sing for the last time really hits in an awful way