#af fluff

[pseudowho]

Nanami Kento who, when asked what his sexual orientation is, simply responds "my wife".

[whoskimii]

currently out but i can't stop thinking 'bout satoru :( (am i cooked)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. fluff! you're both literally made for each other it's disgustingly sweet ⋋_⋌ just two sleepy lovebirds. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru is so, so sleepy. when he woke up, his first instinct was to look at the digital clock on the nightstand. 5:27.

with a sigh, he let himself fall back on the bed, back first. like hell, he was gonna start his day so early in the morning.

when he looked to his side, there you were. lookin' divine under the morning light, sleeping peacefully. your lips were slightly parted, soft, slow breaths filling his ears. he couldn't stop the lazy smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.

even unconscious, you made him happy. how was he supposed to let you go ? he didn't want to. never in a million years.

satoru buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your comforting scent. you were so soft it almost made him cry. you were his angel, his treasure. sure, he was the strongest but if you asked him to kneel for you and worship the literal floor you walked on, he'd do it without second thought.

he was already at your feet, anyway. everything you did made him fall harder. you smiled ? he'd take pictures. you laughed ? wait, let him record. you just breathed ? he'd blush, giggle and kick his feet like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. honestly all you have to do is exist and he's flustered.

so when you stirred awake and opened your pretty eyes, satoru felt himself melting. he smiled subconsciously, caressing your cheek as he looked down at you. "morning, baby..." he mumbled. "mhm... what time is it...?" you asked, which caused him to look back at the clock. "5:30."

you frowned softly, snuggling into his side. "s'too early..." as he heard your sleepy voice, he chuckled softly. "s'too early, huh ?" he echoed. "yeah, you're right. c'mere. i wanna cuddle."

what could possibly be better than cuddling to fall back asleep ? yeah, that's what i thought.

ignoring everything that happened in jjk ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[harmonyrae]

Sensational

Synopsis: What do you gift a man who has everything? Well, first you need to engage each of his senses. Then give him a reward, but only if he's a good boy.

Content Warnings: explicit language & sexual content, adorable birthday fluff turns into spicy smut, sensory deprivation, bondage, oral (m&f receiving), slight orgasm denial, Sub!Sylus, Sylus is so desperate it’s so hot help, creampie, PiV, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 4k

Friday night traffic was no joke, the highway was packed and it was barely 5pm. Sylus decided now, while you were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic, is the perfect time to inspect your glovebox. He all but threw your first aid kit out of the window when you told him it came with the car… which you bought… 7 years ago… And you almost put the car in park to tear the paperwork out of his hands when he started commenting on your insurance prices.

“There’s no reason they should charge you this much. Especially since you’ve never been in an accident.”

“Sylus! Put it back! You’re so nosy!” 

“Kitten… we’ve been in traffic for almost an hour. You were starting to doze off. Now you’re wide awake.”

You glare at him, hating the fact he was right. You just wanted to get back to Sylus’s house and continue with his birthday plans. This past week of preparations has been exhausting and you can’t help but be a bit anxious. What if he doesn’t like your gifts? Or the cake? Or…

“What are you thinking about?”

You flinch and he chuckles. You look over at him and he points forward. When you look up, the car in front of you has moved. You step on the gas and sigh, relieved that the traffic is breaking up. Sylus extends his hand and you eagerly thread your fingers with his. 

“Well?”

You look over at him just in time for his finger to tap your forehead.

“What were you thinking about? Must have been pretty distracting.”

Trying to appear calm, cool and collected, you scoff and refocus on the road before you. 

“Just wondering how sore your knees must feel after sitting in a car for so long, old man.”

He laughs and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“Good one, sweetie.”

The rest of the drive was relatively quiet, you make it home just as the sun is setting. Sylus looks at you with surprise when you get out of the car with him. You unlock the trunk and retrieve your packed bag. He swiftly takes it from you as you shut the door. 

“Your birthday weekend is just beginning! I’m not going anywhere.” 

Sylus looks almost shocked, but his smile gives him away. He offers his arm and you loop your hand around his bicep. He leads you into the house and to his room. He changes into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt while you unpack your things. You’re so glad you’re at this point in your relationship. Casual Sylus is your favorite. Sure, he’s wearing Versace sweatpants and a Tom Ford t-shirt, but it’s better than wearing an Armani suit while binge-watching What Not to Wear.

“Time for presents!”

He pokes his head out of the closet, his brows knit together in confusion.

“I told you…”

“I know, I know. I didn’t have to get you anything. I wanted to. Now come here.”

He sits next to you and crosses his arms. You can’t help but smile, he’s so confident and cocky when it comes to spoiling you. But when it comes to receiving the same treatment, he becomes so unsure of himself. It’s adorable. You pull your bag closer and pull out 5 gifts wrapped in matte black paper, a gold ribbon tied around each. After zipping your bag and tucking it behind you, you look at Sylus with a cheeky grin.

“So, I know I told you I didn’t know what to get for you. What do you get for someone who has everything? Or can get anything. I was talking to Tara about it and she told me her strategy for gift giving. So… I thought I’d try it out.”

Arranging the gifts in a line, you point to each.

“One gift for each of your senses. Smell, sound, taste, touch, sight. It’s not… extravagant, but I think… I hope you’ll like them.”

He chuckles and reaches for your hands. His thumbs trace over your knuckles as he looks down at the gifts on the bed. 

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

You laugh to stop yourself from crying. He really is at a loss for words, over 5 small gifts. Pulling one of your hands free you pick up one of the boxes and hold it out to him. 

“Smell, first.”

He lets go and takes the gift, he passes it between his hands, testing the weight. He holds it up to his nose and takes a deep breath.

“You can’t smell it through the box, silly.”

He sighs dramatically and carefully unties the bow. It’s like he’s a mom trying to save the paper with how slowly he pulls back the tape. You roll your eyes and slap his shoulder. His sinister smirk only grows and he slows down even more. Okay, now he’s lost his privileges. You reach over and tear the paper, Sylus gasps and cradles the gift like you’ve wounded it.

“Claws away kitten, it’s my birthday. I get to open my gifts as slowly as I like.”

You cross your arms and lean back, letting him have his fun. He finally drops the paper to the floor and opens the box revealing a bottle of lotion. He raises a brow and looks at you for an explanation. 

“It’s my lotion, the one I use before bed every night.”

He takes the bottle out of the box and lifts the lid, holding it under his nose. His eyes close as he breathes in the gentle notes of cherry blossom and vanilla. You can see his face relax as the scent envelopes him. 

“I had really bad separation anxiety when I was a kid. My mom would go on business trips and I… I wouldn’t be able to sleep. So I started putting on her lotion before going to bed and it helped. I’d smell her and feel… safe.”

While he tried to cover it up, you noticed how his hands shook as he put the bottle back in the box. He held onto the box and looked at the others, taking a deep breath. 

“Sweetie…”

Before he can say another word, you’re handing him the next gift. He looks up at you with misty eyes and you bite your lip, urging him to continue. If he starts crying right now, you will never get him another present ever again because you’ll be dead. He’ll have killed you with his tears. No no no, not today. Not today!

“Fine. What sense is this for?”

“Sound.”

He doesn’t torture you with another tragically slow opening. He tears the paper off and reveals a plain vinyl cover with your signature on it. He slides the vinyl out and examines it. When he sees no markings or labels he looks up at you once more.

“So… okay… I…”

You shift uncomfortably. You still couldn’t believe you went through with this one. And this isn’t even the craziest gift in the bunch.

“I recorded myself singing a few of your favorite songs and had them remastered and pressed into a vinyl so you could play it in your study. But if I find out you played it for anyone I will steal it and you’ll never see it again!”

Your words are rushed, as if that will help ease the embarrassment. When you look up at Sylus, you weren’t looking at a 29 year old, he was smiling like a teenager who just got the best mixtape of his life. He looked at you like you just gave him the moon… and all the stars. He set the vinyl down on the side table next to the lotion and twisted to kneel on the ground in front of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face into your neck.

“This is the most impressive assassination attempt I’ve ever seen…”

His muffled words are followed with a soft kiss to your shoulder. You run your fingers through his hair and giggle.

“Death by birthday present? That’s a new one.”

When he places another kiss to your neck and another behind your ear you harness your remaining willpower to push him away. God, if he’s this turned on by the record you’re slightly worried about the last gift. 

He withdraws and returns to his seat next to you. He points at the next gift and you nod. The box makes a sloshing sound when he picks it up and he squints at you. 

“How bold of you! Buying me wine when you know my tastes are… particular.” 

He tears off the paper and opens the lid of the fancy wine box. The bottle inside catches the light and he traces the label with his finger.

“Is this…”

“The wine we drank at the king’s banquet? At the amusement park last fall? Yep.”

He takes the bottle out of the box and holds it up. The sweet red wine had been one of the many things you loved about that night. The view, the food, the company - it was the first time you imagined him on his knee, offering a diamond ring. You knew he wouldn’t, it was so early in your relationship. But you’ve imagined it many times since. 

You take the bottle from his hand and set it next to his other gifts. When you turn around he is already pulling the ribbon off the next gift. Your heart pounds against your ribcage, it’s getting more challenging to control your expression. Sylus, of course, notices and keeps his eyes locked on you as he peels the paper away. He pulls out a long velvet tie, or what you’re sure he assumes is a tie. As he examines it, his breath catches and you smile, you caught him off guard.

“Sweetie… is this…?”

“A tie? Yes. But it works better as a blindfold.”

You take it from his hands, fold it and set it beside you on the bed. The energy in the room shifts and when you look to Sylus again he’s damn near panting. His chest rises and falls, the fabric of the t-shirt clings to his body like a second skin revealing every gorgeous muscle tensing as he works to hold himself back.

“For this last gift, I need you to wait until I leave to open it.”

He blinks.

“What?” He breathes.

“You open this after I leave the room. Count to ten and then open. And wait for me to come back. Got it?”

Sylus’s eyes widen as you sharpen your tone, the shift from sweet to commanding ignites something feral inside him. You watch as his jaw flexes and his knuckles turn white against his thighs. He nods. Reaching behind, you grab your bag and stroll out of the room, but as soon as you close the door you’re sprinting down the hall to the guest room.

The final gift, sight, was something you never imagined yourself doing. What you didn’t share with Sylus was the rest of the conversation you had with Tara. She’d given you advice and then asked who you were shopping for. As soon as she found out it was Sylus she was yanking your arm and dragging you into a private office. Her idea seemed crazy at the time, but when you went home and pulled up the website you were more than convinced. 

Tara saw a Moments post for a photographer who had sudden cancellation. You were shocked when you realized the appointment was still available when you called that night. You had woken up at an ungodly hour to go into work early so you could take a long lunch for the photoshoot. You had no idea booking a boudoir photoshoot would be a full production, but the experience was… well, you’d find out if it was worth it in the next few minutes. 

Maggie, the photographer, was so patient with you, she could tell you were nervous. She helped you pick the theme, demonstrated poses and served as your hype woman all at the same time. Eventually, the flashes became less blinding and finding the right pose came naturally.

“Your boyfriend will love these. I take it he likes red?”

The red lace set you’d chosen had been a gift he’d given you for Christmas. Work picked up afterwards and you’d completely forgotten your promise to wear it for him. You’re pretty sure this will make up for it though. 

“Yeah, he does…”

“Well, you look fucking amazing. You’re welcome to do some nude shots too, but only if you’re comfortable. We can use shadows to tease.”

You’re not sure where the confidence came from, maybe from Maggie squealing in excitement after every shot, but you did it. You stripped bare and let a thin veil of shadows cover you. At the end of the session, Maggie sat with you to review the photos and you were stunned. You looked soft and sexy at the same time. And it looked so natural? Maggie has a gift. 

You slip into the guest room and pull the same red lace set from the bag. Your hands shake as you strip down and change, is Sylus looking at the photos now? Does he like them? What if he thinks they’re trashy? It was a high-end studio with expensive backdrops, surely he can tell, right? And what about the nudes? 

You tie a red ribbon into a bow around your neck and wrap a sheer black robe around your shoulders. As you tiptoe out of the room and quietly make your way back to Sylus’s room you can feel your nerve faltering. The closer you get the more anxious you become. As your hand hovers over the door handle all of your senses come to life. You can smell your perfume, hear your heartbeat, taste the hint of maple syrup, feel the lace rub against your sensitive skin. 

“Don’t make me wait forever, kitten…”

His voice sends a shiver down your spine. He spoke with a rough edge, like he was in pain or angry. You know that tone and you know he can sense you’re here, outside of the door. You don’t know how, but he always knows exactly where you are. It used to be terrifying, now… 

Click

The door creaks as it opens. You push it gently and let it swing open. Sylus is still seated on the bed, surrounded by torn black wrapping paper and golden ribbons. He holds the polaroids in his hands, one is held apart, his eyes locked on that one in particular. As you step into the room, he turns the photo with his fingers towards you. It’s one of the nude photos. You’re favorite one, in fact. Propped up on your ass, legs extended, back arched, hands on the floor behind you. Your hair cascading down your back as you tilt your head back, the smile on your face is peaceful, serene even. A streak of shadow crosses your breasts, hiding your nipples, but the outline of your naked form is unmistakable. 

“You… don’t like them…”

He doesn’t speak, his eyes slowly make their way across the floor, to your feet, up your legs, your stomach, your chest, your neck, finally meeting your eyes. You take a tentative step forward, letting the robe slip off your shoulders and pool on the floor next to your feet. Another step, his lips part and his chest shudders. 

“Maggie… did a great job. Didn’t she?”

The moment you say “she” his pupils dilate and he drops the photos to barrel towards you. His mouth covers yours as his hands grab onto your shoulders, pulling you flush against him. You throw your arms around his neck and moan, his body shakes violently at the sound. He bends and tucks his arms under your ass, lifting you and spinning towards the bed. 

Your back hits the bed and his lips travel down your neck to your chest. He sucks your nipple through the lace and hooks his fingers in the hem of your panties. Taking a fistful of his hair you yank him back and he groans, his eyes wide with surprise and intense desire. 

“This gift… is for all your senses. But…”

You look over your shoulder and find the folded blindfold. Holding it up, you watch him slowly realize your intentions. He sits up and you follow. 

“I thought you said… this is for all of my senses?” 

You motion for him to stand and he obliges. As your fingers toy with the silky fabric, his hands find your hips, keeping you close. 

“There’s a reason sight was the last gift. I want your other senses to get some… special attention tonight.”

His grip tightens, but you swiftly step to the side. He follows you like a lost puppy, you giggle.

“Since it’s your birthday, tonight is all about you. So…”

You open the top drawer of his dresser, keeping your eyes fixed on Sylus. He freezes as he realizes what you’re after. You lift the handcuffs with a single finger, letting them swing back and forth teasingly. 

“To make sure you behave…” 

Sylus bites his lip as he lets out a low growl. It’s a sound so deep, so gritty, your eardrums can barely register it. But there’s something about the way the air thickens, tension coiling so tight it’s bound to snap at any moment. You tilt your head, a silent request for his response.

“Sweetie…”

“Tonight, it’s you. Tomorrow…”

You step closer, tossing the blindfold over your shoulder to reach up and grab a fistful of his shirt, pulling him down. You kiss his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, not a single inch of his face is left untouched by your delicate lips.

“You can do…” Kiss. “...whatever…” Kiss. “...you want…” Kiss. “...to me…” Kiss.

He takes a deep breath, his hands caught between reaching out for you and maintaining control. Taking a step back, you watch him. He closes his eyes and removes his t-shirt. His sweatpants fall to the floor as he steps back towards the bed. He looks to you for direction and you eye his boxers. He chuckles before pushing them down over his hips, kicking them aside. He’s already hard, his tip flushed and leaking, begging for a single touch. 

You step up to the bed and climb up, you hold his shoulders and turn him around. You carefully place the blindfold over his eyes and secure the knot. Before jumping down you place a gentle kiss on his neck and he gasps softly. 

“Lay down and put your hands up.”

“Is this an arrest?”

You step off the bed and press a kiss to his nipple before tugging on it with your teeth. He stumbles forward and grunts, reaching out for you only to find you’ve taken two steps back.

“Alright… this is your game, kitten. I’ll behave.”

His breathy voice makes your stomach twist, you aren't going to last long if he is going to submit so easily. Guess you’ll just have to make things more interesting. He lays back on the bed, with his head by the headboard, he lifts his hands and waits for your next command. You climb on the bed and straddle his waist, his stiff erection presses against your ass making him wince. You giggle as you place the cuff around one of his wrists. You lift his arm above his head and loop the other cuff around the headboard. Lifting his other wrist, you secure the other cuff. He tugs lightly and hears the headboard shift. A smile forms and you’re sure if his eyes weren’t covered he’d look absolutely rabid. 

“Are you ready, baby?”

He tenses, you know what that pet name does to him and god, you were aching to see the fallout. You stand up and remove your panties, careful not to make too much noise as you crawl back over him. With your back to him, you inch backwards until your ass is hovering over his chest. Leaning forward you spread your fingers along the top of his thighs.

“When I say open, I want you to open your mouth, understand?”

You feel him nod.

“I need words, baby, let me hear you.”

“Yes.”

You shift backwards more and look under you to make sure your pussy is right over his face. His breathing turns ragged as his nostrils flair. He can smell you, fuck that’s hot. You lower your head and blow gently over his flushed tip. 

“Ahh... fuck…”

“Open.”

You watch as he opens his mouth and stretches his neck, searching for your pussy. You make him wait another second before lowering your hips. As soon as his tongue flicks over your clit you whimper, even blindfolded, he knows your body too well. You roll your hips, riding his face just enough to spread your arousal across his nose and chin. Then you finally kiss his tip, his hips jerk and he whines. 

His tongue never stops, flicking and licking and thrusting. As you take more of him into your mouth he becomes more desperate, the wooden headboard creaks as he strains against the cuffs. His heels dig into the bed, trying to keep his hips as close to your mouth as possible. When he hits the back of your throat, you gag and he nips at your clit. Your hand cups his balls to gently massage them, just holding them was enough for Sylus to pull away from his feast to swear and beg.

“Shit… Angel, please…”

You drag your tongue along his shaft as you pull away. Pre-cum and saliva coats his cock and your chin, you kiss his tip again before rubbing your cheek along the side. Your other hand strokes him, taking extra time to rub each sensitive vein. 

“Please what?”

He groans and you lift your hips away, releasing his cock at the same time. His hips buck and the headboard cracks, it won’t hold him back for long. You crawl off of him to turn around, taking a moment to admire the flush of his cheeks, the way his chest heaves and his fists clench. 

“Let me see you. I need to see you. Please… please Angel please…”

You unhook your bra and toss it to the floor. As you lean down, you run your fingers along his jaw, down the sides of his neck, across his collarbone, down the center of his chest. Your lips latch onto his, your hands return to his face, sliding upwards until the blindfold slips off. You sit back and watch his eyes flutter open, his pupils blown wide shrink as the dim lighting filters through. He looks down at your body bare pressed against his. 

“So… you like when I handle you like this, hmm?”

As your hand begins to stroke his throbbing length once more, your lips travel across his chest. Every shudder and groan is matched with a squeeze or nip, making it impossible for him to have even a moment of peace. 

“You’re being so good for me. I know you could break out of those cuffs. Break the headboard in half. But you’re such a good boy…”

His body shakes as he gasps for air, just one touch would be all it takes. 

“And since you’ve been so good for me… you deserve a reward, yea?”

He nods frantically, but you don’t miss the way the corners of his mouth twists into a smile. You’re sure he’s already planning what he’ll do to you tomorrow. He’ll enjoy tormenting you just as much. You rest your forehead against his and watch his eyes roll back as you take him. He comes as soon as your hips meet and your pussy spasms around him. You roll your hips, working him through his climax, his gasps and sighs sparking your own. 

“Happy birthday, my love.” 🎉🥂🎁🧁𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒮𝓎𝓁𝓊𝓈🎈🎂💐✨

AN: I would give anything to watch What Not to Wear with Sylus. Who remembers Dress to Impress btw…? Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYLUS BABY

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[shinoko-oshi]

Obsessed stalker ex simon

You knew it was him, the burning gaze you felt on the back of your neck whenever you were on dates. You never saw him, but you knew he was there. A ghost, he was.

You knew it was him when all your Tinder dates ghosted you after the first night. Didn’t even want to know what he threatened them with to keep them away from you, but judging by the dead silence that always followed, it was enough.

What made your blood boil though was the fact you never saw him. Never even caught a glimpse of him when you knew he was watching (which was always). He wanted to stalk, to nitpick at your life, fixing and ripping out the things he didn’t like other men, yet was too coward to show his face? Made you scoff.

So, perhaps, you got creative. Created bait for the piranha and his razor sharp teeth.

You didn’t care for the guy much, but he was decently attractive and all over you at the bar. So you took him home. Made sure the window blinds were open. Told him it would be fine, that your apartment was high enough above the ground, no one would accidentally look in.

Only willingly. Only with what you always assumed was military grade binoculars.

You let the guy touch you, just like Simon used to. Let his hands run down your sides, let him kiss you with just enough tongue to make it messy. All while keeping your face turned slightly toward the window. Letting him see everything. 

Knowing damn well Simon’s knuckles were already white from how hard he was gripping whatever wall he leaned against.

You fucked the guy on the same bed sheets you once begged Simon to buy. Stupidly expensive yet Simon had caved anyways, pretending to be annoyed but secretly soft when he gave them to you. That was before.

Now? Now, they were just the sheets you fucked another man on. And you hoped it stung. 

With your face still flushed, red and glowing from your orgasm, you got up and told the guy to get home safe. Said it was dangerous outside this late. Never said what was dangerous but you didn’t need to. Something in your tone made him hurry home anyways.

With that you headed to the shower, turning the handle as you stepped under the warm water. You were halfway through rinsing out the conditioner out from your hair when you heard the front door creak open. Following with heavy steps down the hallway. Leading all the way to the bathroom, before the door creaked open.

You didn’t even need to look back. Already knew it was him.

“Took you longer than I expected,” you said casually, fingers still combing through wet strands of hair. “Was waiting for you.”

No response. Just the quiet rustle of his belt hitting the tile floor. Then clothes. Then warmth at your back, rough hands gripping your hips like they were his to claim.

His mouth brushed hot near your ear. “Yeah, well… I didn’t expect you to go fuck some other guy,” he snarled,

“Knowin’ you were fuckin’ mine.”

He shoved you up against the cold tile wall. Calloused fingers sliding between your thighs, teasing your arousal soaked pussy, before thrusting two in deep with a fast pace.

“You knew what you were gettin’ into when you were with me” he growled. “I fuckin’ told you.”

“I let you have your little break. Your stupid, measly dates. But I draw the line at another man touchin’ you. Got that?”

His other hand landed a sharp slap to your ass.

“I just—I wanted your attention,” you mewled, “I missed you.”

He chuckled darkly at that, the sound low in his throat. “I missed you too, baby. Yeah? Too much.”

He pulled his fingers out from your cunt, bringing the thick head of his cock to your entrance, inching in with slow pace. 

Before he got too impatient, driving all the way in with a rough thrust. The first time he’d felt your pussy in months. Still mildly surprised he didn’t cum the second he bottomed out.

He fucked into you hard and relentless, dragging out every bit of pleasure you had in you.

What was that, luv? The guy made you cum once? Well, he’d make you cum three times and then he’d wrap you up in a blanket after he was done to keep you warm and his.

After your third orgasm, your trembling legs gave out so he held you up with one arm and fucked you through his own high, hips grinding until he spilled deep inside you.

Still didn’t pull out.

He took a few extra minutes to fuck his load deeper inside you, making sure you felt it, every drop until he was satisfied.

Afterward, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the couch instead of the bed. When you asked why, he grumbled.

“Not sleepin’ on sheets another man fucked you on. Not ‘til they’re washed.”

He lay down, pulling you into his chest like nothing had changed.

Finally able to sleep through the night since breaking up, knowing his entire world was safe and sound in his arms. Exactly where you belonged.

I tried to add in a british accent for once lmao i usually forget

[aiuredsworld]

When Harry dresses formally for once

[fujoshirat]

₊˚⊹♡ Children Guide! ₊˚⊹♡

Haru and Aki - 9 years old (twin boys)

Yuu (Yuuri) and Yue (Yueru) - 7 years old (twins, male and female)

Hana - 5 years old female

₊˚⊹♡

Shouto does not cry often.

Ever since you've known him, even as a high school teenager at U.A., you had hardly seen him cry.

He cried after defeating Dabi.

He cried at graduation, worried that he would never see you again.

He cried at your wedding.

And he cried every time he held a new bundle of joy in his arms.

You and Shouto have five beautiful children. Two sets of twins and a daughter. Out of all of your children, Hana was the most sensitive. Practically a carbon copy of you (a miracle because all of your other children looked like your husband), the five-year-old inherited your empathy and sensitivity. She was the sweetest one with the biggest heart but when she cried, it seemed like it would never end.

As the youngest, especially the youngest daughter who just so happened to look a little too much like you, Shouto was wrapped around her little finger. Sure, your other daughter Yue loved attention from her father, but she preferred showing off how "cool" she was to her uncles (Shouto was and is still very worried about how she'll grow up in the future if she keeps hanging around with Katsuki, but oh well).

Every night, after dinner, Shouto carries Hana up the stairs of the traditional yet modern Japanese family home and helps her get ready for bed.

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One night, while reading a book in bed, you hear the door open as usual. Not bothering to look up, you continue reading.

"Are all of the children in bed already?"

You wait for a response, but nothing comes out of his mouth. Your ears perk up at the sound of shuffling, and you look towards your husband.

"Shouto? What's wrong?"

He looks at you with a pout on his face, his teeth biting his bottom lip. You quickly put the book down and quirk a brow.

"Baby?"

Shouto just sighs and gets into bed. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his short hair (shorter than it was in high school) tickling your chin.

Suddenly, you hear the faintest sniffle and feel something wet on your collarbone.

Just like that, Shouto erupts into tears. After a few minutes, the top of your nightgown is soaked and the fabric is bunched up in his hands.

"Shouto, baby, talk to me please. What's wrong, my love?"

You gently cup his face in your hands and tilt his head up to face you. Did something bad happen at work? Is his family alright? He cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes are red. Your husband sighs.

"I failed as a father."

What??? You stare at him in disbelief and shake your head. "Shou, honey, you did not fail as a father and you will not fail as a father. We talked about this before having children. Yo-"

"Hana doesn't want me to carry her upstairs anymore!!"

Your jaw drops as he continues quiet-sobbing in your chest. That was what he was moping about? Your hand gently pats his back, and you have to tilt your head up to stifle a laugh.

"Shou, you're sad about that? Why?"

He looks up at you with an unamused expression, face still adorned with a pout. "Hana doesn't want me anymore."

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After finishing her dinner, Hana clumsily puts her plastic utensils on her plate.

"Hana-chan," you called out while washing dishes, "go get ready for bed, okay?"

"Okay mama!" Taking that as his usual call, Shouto gets up from the couch and walks over to his youngest, whom is already at the stairs. He begins reaching out for her to pick her up.

"Hana, are you ready to-" "Papa, Hana is a big girl now! I wan' to go up by myshelf!" The little girl slips out of his embrace and climbs up the stairs, leaving Shouto slack-jawed and flabbergasted.

"A-ah... alright darling, I'm coming..."

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"Babe, you're still her father. She's five! Maybe she wants to be a little independent like Yue." Shouto grimaces at the comment. Another female Katsuki Bakugou running around in the household? No thank yue (get it? hahahah/j ok nvm im not funny ig).

You kiss his forehead tenderly and look him in the eyes. "Our children won't stay children forever, okay? Hana must grow up sometime, and we felt this way when all of the twins began becoming independent. But just because they are growing up doesn't mean that they don't want us anymore. I still care for my parents and you still care for yours." His heterochromatic eyes gazed at yours, mesmerized and captivated by your beauty and words. Finally, he lets out a quiet sigh and hugs you.

"You are right. Thank you, my love."

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"Bye darling! Have a good day!" Reaching up on your tiptoes while your unfairly tall husband reaches down to meet you halfway, you tenderly kiss him on the lips before he leaves for work. The Haru and Aki fake-gag at the display of affection, making you chuckle in response. Closing the door, you shift your attention to your youngest, busy eating apple slices. You could tell that Shouto was still a little upset about the day before, but he managed to hide it well. You shook your head and went to the kitchen window to water your hydrangea bushes when suddenly you got an idea.

"Yuuri! Yueru! Could you two come here for a second please?"

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"I'm home."

"Papa!!"

As Shouto closed the door, your children rushed to him like a wild herd. A chorus of "Papa!"s and "Guess what!"s filled the room, making Shouto laugh.

"Now, now, one at a time. I missed you all." He picks up Yue as she excitedly rambles about her day. "Papa! Guess what! Mama let all of us take Hana to the park!"

"Oh wow, really? Did you have fun?"

"Mhm! We played tag and ate dango after!" In the corner of his vision, he sees you walk into the living room with the same, breathtaking smile that you always greet him with. Putting his chatty daughter back down, his hands find your waist while his lips press against your forehead.

"Welcome home, my love. Sorry, I was finishing up something."

"You don't need to apologize, darling. Thank you." Taking his hand, you lead him to the dining table. "All of the children except Hana already ate, so you can eat." You turn to look at your youngest, who surprisingly finished her food already.

"Oh? Are you finished, Hana-chan?" The little girl nods tiredly, her chubby cherub cheeks puffed out slightly. Shouto's heart clenches at the sight, but he can't help but notice a subtle shift in your expression, the slight upward quirk of your kissable lips. He watches you approach the five-year-old and help her out of her chair.

"Aw, you don't want some of the cookies we baked two days ago?"

"No mama, Hana's too tired." You giggle softly at your daughter's cute expression and nods. "Alright baby, thank you for finishing your dinner. You made mama and papa very happy." Both you and your husband watch her give you another sleepy nod as she looks up at Shouto.

"Papa, I'm ready for bed." Shouto hesitantly walks closer to his daughter, worried that she'll do the same thing again and reject him.

However, Hana just looks at him with sleepy doe eyes and arms outstretched to him. Her little body stays planted to the ground.

"Papa, I'm waiting. You're s'pposed to carry Hana."

You mentally facepalm at the sassy response and third person referencing while speaking, no doubt one of her classmates taught her that at kindergarten, though you suppose that you can let it slide just this once when you see Shouto visibly tear up. He not-so-subtly brings his left hand up to cover his eyes as his right hand gently picks up Hana as if she were made of glass. As his little princess wraps her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder, he chokes on his words.

"Ah, yes my darling, Papa will always carry you."

You watch your husband walk up the stairs with your youngest, tears spilling from your own eyes.

Well done, (Y/N). Well done.

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The next morning, Shouto appears to have gotten a week's worth of sleep in one night. Extra excited and happy (and clingy), he wouldn't keep his hands off of you. As he put on his boots, however, he hears faint giggling coming from the kitchen. Quietly, he walks to the open archway connecting the kitchen and rest of the house. There, he sees both sets of twins, Haru and Aki and Yuuri and Yueru, as well as you opening your reusable grocery bag and pulling out two chocolate bars. While giving it to the twins, Yue lets out a loud cheer, Aki kicking her shin and shushing her. He observes his pretty wife as she lets out a quiet laugh. "Thank you, my darlings. You really made your father happy."

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"Yes mama?" The twins say in unison. Your eyes sparkle with a glint of mischief as you lean in close to whisper something.

"I need you to drain Hana-chan's energy today so that she is very sleepy after dinner. I'll give you both a bar of your favorite chocolate if you do this successfully."

Yue, ever the overenergetic twin (who really is just hungry for chocolate), excitedly waves her hand around. "Ooh! Ooh! I know! We'll take her to the park to play tag!"

"Excellent idea!" You clap your hands in agreement and look at Yuu. "Yuuri, darling, could you ask your elder brothers if they would also like to join in?" The more sedate twin nods and starts walking to his elder siblings.

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A/N: Guess who's back from exhaustion and the dead (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I cannot believe I have been inactive for almost two months and I apologize ToT Hopefully this short fic of mine will make up for the lost time! This idea was hilarious and super fun to write!! I hope that you enjoyed and that it wasn't too hard to follow. I love writing for Shouto I just love that fine-ahh man, so this was super self-indulgent.

October was a mess for me, both physically and mentally. Hopefully by the middle of November will I be less busy. Thank you, readers, for bearing with me and my inactivity, and I hope that you continue enjoying all of my works ♡♡♡

[streetchicken]

A little NikPrice action inspired by THIS adorable minific by on-a-lucky-tide. Go give the op a follow, their stuff is the bomb :)

[generalsdiary]

not rover pulling the "we can get discounts from the vendors if we go as a couple/together" BRO LIKE CASUAL RIZZ? (I'm like sure I've seen that line in a kdrama or something ISTG)

casually calling him Yao

the headpat option for xianglee? and his little stutter when you do choose the option??

xiangli yao is so subtle in his flirting, it is so casual, so soft, bro can you be any more boyfriend codded like???

seeker of truth but the only thing that held him back was the desire for companionship (veritas ratio you haunt me in every universe)

obvious love languages are quality time and gift giving that man would do anything to grant a wish in this essay I will-

that man is so soft spoken, so gentle- for once someone didn't jump our bones, but casually knew who we were and subtly spoke his admiration for us and desire to meet us

"you do have a gentle soul" "ever thought about becoming fhe mysterious wish granter..." OFFERING HIS PRIVATE JOB HELLO? okay casual flirting, okay (it's giving boyfailure with that type of flirting ngl but he isn't boyfailure)

yes, allow me to rant about you, to you, in third person, to brag about you and go on a whole rant full of compliments to state that you, rover, are a whole ass hero

"there's no need to look far"

and he has conversation sense, bouncing off of rover's jokes and flirting smoothly they just match each other's vibes; rover needed someone chill istg

rover saving xiangli yao FINALLY A NONTOXIC YAOI LETSGO, and he is so caring and patient; immediately asking if rover is okay once outside of the sphere (biting a couch pillow rn)

the girls call rover over to come early- rover -_-, xiangli yao calls rover to come over- 🏃🏻

xiangli yao calling the rover "my friend" to partner pipeline is so real (right after that is the pat the bot's head option), rover when chatting with the kids referring to yao as their "mecha arm partner" THE FIC WRITES ITSELF

"maybe I should include it in the employee handbook" "we have a handbook already?" WE? the work unit of the TWO OF US? WE is this kinda domestic or am I tweaking- like yes, my partner, I've joined your start up, non-profit, no funds company and I'm your one and only employee (not counting the kids / his bots) and therefore it is now WE, cos I feel so comfortable at this job and with you, my PARTNER-

also, rly cute thing is xianglee and abby hanging out in the bg (the kids get along I'M NOT OKAY)

the parallels to ratio haunt me send help I cannot escape that man

[aventurineswife]

Running in the Shadows

Summary: Caught in a chase under the moonlit sky, you believe you can outrun Moze, the elusive Shadow Guard of the Yaoqing. But Moze quickly catches up, only to surprise you.

Tags: Moze x Reader(can be read as platonically) Chase scene, Hurt/Comfort, Protector, Slow Burn, Tension, Fluff with Angst, Emotional Vulnerability, Barefoot Running.

Warnings: Mentions of panic and fear during the chase, Slight physical restraint, Mild emotional tension.

Feel free to send in your requests!

Original Idea

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow on the deserted streets of the city. You sprinted down the narrow alleyways, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you glanced back over your shoulder. The sound of footsteps echoed ominously behind you, but you believed you could outpace your pursuer. After all, you were nimble and fast, and this was your territory.

You turned sharply, weaving through the shadows, your breath quickening as you picked up speed. However, the footsteps only grew louder, each step punctuating the air with an unsettling promise. Who was chasing you? You didn’t have time to think about it; you needed to escape.

As you rounded another corner, the alley widened, and you felt a rush of hope. Perhaps you could find a place to hide, a chance to lose whoever was behind you. You pushed your legs harder, ignoring the sting of your bare feet against the cold pavement, the gravel digging into your soles. You were almost there—just a few more steps.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed ahead of you, and instinct kicked in. You turned to run the other way, but in an instant, the figure emerged from the darkness—a tall, muscular silhouette with gray hair cascading over one shoulder. You recognized him instantly.

“Moze...” you gasped, feeling a mix of fear and an inexplicable thrill.

He moved with a predatory grace, closing the distance between you with ease. Panic surged through you, and you quickened your pace again, but it was futile. With a swift motion, he reached out and grabbed your waist, effortlessly lifting you off your feet.

“Got you.” he said, his voice low and steady, but there was no malice in his tone—only an unsettling calm.

Before you could react, he lowered you gently onto something soft. Confused, you looked down to find your shoes—waiting for you. The act was so unexpected, so disarming, that you almost forgot about your fear.

“Why were you running?” Moze asked, his violet-blue eyes locking onto yours, a hint of concern flickering beneath his stoic demeanor.

You stammered, “I… I thought you were after me.”

“I was,” he admitted, a faint smirk teasing the corner of his lips. “But not in the way you think.”

His hands remained on your, grounding, you as you tried to catch your breath. There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a flicker of something deeper beneath the surface—a connection that transcended the chase.

“Put your shoes on,” he said, his voice softening. “You’ll hurt yourself running around barefoot.”

The warmth of his hands lingered on your skin, and you nodded, slipping your feet into the shoes. The fit offered a sense of security, a reminder that despite the shadows surrounding you, there was someone watching over you.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, looking up at him. “I didn’t expect you to… uh help me?”

“Neither did I,” he replied, his expression unreadable. “But you shouldn’t have to run alone.”

In that moment, as the city around you buzzed with the life of the night, the world felt a little less chaotic. Moze, the enigmatic Shadow Guard, had pulled you from the edge of fear, reminding you that sometimes, the shadows held more than just danger; they held unexpected allies.

Just then, a distant siren blared, cutting through the stillness of the night. Moze’s expression hardened, the vulnerability replaced by a shadow of tension.

“We need to move.” he said, suddenly alert.

“Where?” you asked, glancing around nervously.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, his eyes scanning the dark alley as if he could sense something looming just beyond the edge of the shadows. “Anywhere but here.” he replied, a cryptic urgency lacing his tone.

Before you could question him further, he reached for your hand, pulling you toward the darkest recess of the alley. The grip was firm, yet the moment felt surreal, as if the very air around you was thickening with unspoken truths.

As you ran, the weight of uncertainty hung heavily in the air. Just ahead, you spotted a narrow doorway that led to the unknown. With a fleeting glance over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of movement—a flicker of shadows beyond the light.

Just as you reached the door, the echo of hurried footsteps filled the alley behind you—voices, angry and demanding. Moze’s grip tightened, and in one swift motion, he yanked open the door, revealing an inky darkness that swallowed you whole.

“What’s back there?” you asked, your heart racing.

“I don’t know,” Moze replied, glancing back at you, a shadow of doubt crossing his face. “But we don’t have time to find out.”

You hesitated at the threshold, the fear of the unknown clashing with the urgency of the moment. “Moze, wait—”

He turned, his violet-blue eyes piercing through the dark. “Trust me,” he urged, an intensity in his voice that sent a shiver down your spine. “We can’t let them catch us.”

And in that moment, as the door creaked open wider, you were faced with a choice. You could step into the darkness with him, leaving everything behind, or retreat to the light where you might be safe but alone.

As you weighed your options, the footsteps grew louder, and the shadows began to close in around you. The last thing you heard before the door swung shut was Moze’s voice, a whisper that echoed in your mind: “Sometimes, the darkest paths lead to the brightest futures…”

The door slammed shut, and the world around you faded to black, leaving you to wonder what awaited in the unknown and whether you would ever find your way back.

[whoskimii]

hi! can i req a scenario/drabble where gojo says 'i know baby i know'

please feel no pressure for this and take care of youself :)

oh goshhh i love that!! ofc angel, take care of yourself too <33 stay hydrated or else ⋋_⋌

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. get a room 'cause yall are so cute ⋋_⋌ fluff <3 tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru had a rough day. his students got hurt and he was running on only four different hours of sleep.

he hated days like that, but at least he knew that you'd welcome him with open arms. you always pampered him after knowing he had a rough day, and he couldn't be more grateful.

as he pushed open the front door of your shared apartment, his shoulders slumped and he let out a weary sigh. it was finally time to unwind and relax. he automatically made his way inside before closing the door. it was late, and satoru knew that you were probably asleep after waiting for so long.

his bright sky blue eyes settled on the clock. 3:19. yeah, you were definitely asleep by now.

you usually wait for him, or try to at least, which he appreciates of course. but you also usually fall asleep a few minutes in. but hey, it's still cute <3

with another sigh, satoru allowed himself to close his eyes. as his white eyelashes brushed against his skin, he placed his blindfold near the kitchen counter before guiding himself towards your shared bedroom. he could already picture you, lips slightly parted and sleeping the night away.

he knew you too well, he knew how you functioned. as he entered the bedroom, his eyes instantly sought out for your peaceful form. here you were, unconscious and comfy.

with the last bit of energy he had left, he changed into something comfortable and laid down. his forehead pressed against the back of your shoulder as he closed his eyes.

you were such a light sleeper. every time satoru slid under the covers, you reacted to him. even while unconscious. that's one of the many things he loves about you.

you always reacted in some kind of way. whether it was stirring awake, or shifting a lil'. you just knew he was here. with you. and that was more than enough for you to instinctively react.

your pretty eyes opened. when you finally registered his presence, you let out a breathy whine. "shh," he gently shushed you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "i know, baby, i know. m'here."

you hummed quietly, turning to face him. you buried your face in the crook of his neck. "uh-huh... 'toru..." you mumbled. "yeah, i know... it's me. c'mon, go back to sleep." he whispered.

he hooked your leg over his before nuzzling your neck with his nose. he left slow, lazy kisses on your skin. "be good and go back to sleep, yeah ? for me." he murmured. "tried waiting for you, 'toru... m'sorry i fell asleep..." you apologised sleepily. oh, he could feel himself melting.

"i know, baby. s'fine, i promise..." he whispered one last time.

it was funny, really. he had been cuddling with you for only two minutes and he already felt himself succumbing to his exhaustion. he just needed you, after all.

i'm such a sucker for him it's not even funny :(

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[lyn31]

I have two basic prompt i want to request, i hope you don't mind! Hehe

First one : a jealous zayne! remember when zayne rejected the flower bouquet for mc in the game? We need more of jealous zayne hohoho

Second one : a clingy sick MC and zayne taking care of her 😂 imagine her clinging to zayne like a koala when she's sick

Thank you! 💕

Dw, I don't mind! Although as you can see it take awhile 😂 And also this is just the sick prompt, the jealous prompt would be next because believe it or not, someone also req the same ahahahaha and I can't believe you both mention Dr. Carter that make me laugh out loud 🤣 I have opinion about him but I'll rant below instead, anyway! Hopefully this is what you think of! Let me know what you think! 👀💕

Here's the jealous prompt fic!

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In Sickness and In Health

Summary

While battling a fever, you find comfort in Zayne’s quiet care—and when the kids return home, your family’s love proves to be the best remedy of all.

Ao3 link

My Masterlist ✨

Notes

Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader Parenthood AU, sick/fever, domestic fluff, silly, banter, sweet!

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You feel like crap.

Your head is heavy, your throat’s dry, and even cracking open your eyes feels like a battle you’re losing.

But then there’s a tug at your arm. Gentle at first—then more insistent, like he’s trying to wake you up without knowing how hard is too hard. Small fingers curling around your sleeve.

“Mom?”

Lucas. Your seven-year-old son, all soft cheeks and worried eyes. He looks more like Zayne by the day—same sharp jawline in miniature, same serious expression—but your eyes are stamped right into his face. Out of all three kids, not one of them looks much like you. Even your little girl took after your husband. You would complain, but you love him too much for it to even feel like it’s a bad thing.

“Dad says breakfast is ready,” Lucas says, hovering near the edge of the bed.

You blink slowly, trying to focus on him through the fog. You open your mouth to answer, but all that comes out is a rough cough.

Lucas’s eyes go wide. Then he spins on his heel and bolts, bare feet slapping against the floor in frantic, uneven rhythm.

“DAD! DAD!! MOM IS SICK! HELP!!”

You hear the patter of his frantic footsteps fading down the hall, and despite the cough still rattling in your chest, you manage a weak laugh. Yep. Definitely sick.

With effort, you shift onto your back, body aching and overheated, the sheets too much and not enough all at once. You touch your forehead. Warm. Not burning, but definitely feverish.

Then you see him.

Zayne is already walking in, calm and focused, a glass of water in one hand and the medicine box in the other. The kids trail after him like ducklings—wide-eyed, worried.

He kneels beside the bed, setting the box down carefully before reaching out to you.

“Love?” His cool hand presses to your forehead, then slides gently down to your cheek. “Do you want some water?”

You nod, too grateful for his touch to speak. His skin feels like relief—cool, steady, him.

He helps you sit up slowly, guiding the glass to your lips. You drink carefully, it scratches on the way down.

“Is Mom okay, Dad?” Serena’s voice drifts in from behind him, soft but tense. She’s standing stiffly, arms crossed tight over her chest. At twelve, she’s already nearly your height, her posture straighter than yours on most days. You glance at her, and something tightens in your chest.

You remember when she barely reached your knees.

Your eyes start to blur, and you blink, but the tears come anyway—too full, too fast.

Three gasps fill the room in perfect unison.

Zayne’s head snaps toward you, eyes wide and searching.

He sets the glass aside and shifts closer, one hand never leaving your cheek, the other sliding down to wrap gently around your wrist, checking your pulse. Steady, comforting, close.

“Talk to me. Are you in pain? Headache? Muscle aches? Any chills?” He asks softly, his voice already threading into that calm, clinical cadence you’ve heard him use with patients, only warmer now, threaded with concern that’s deeply personal.

You shake your head slowly, a little sluggishly, and Zayne hums under his breath, clearly not satisfied with just that. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead again—this time, he lingers.

“You’re running a mild fever,” he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else, before he opens the box and takes out the thermometer.

He meets your eyes. “Open for me?”

You do, and as the thermometer beeps to life under your tongue, his hand finds yours and squeezes gently.

“You’re flushed, your throat’s dry, and you’re pale under it,” he mutters, slipping back into his clinical habit of talking through his observations. But then he sighs, softer now, and leans forward to kiss your forehead. “You should’ve woken me up, love.”

“It wasn’t this bad before,” you croak, voice barely there, and that earns you one of his looks—mild, patient, but definitely not buying it. “I’m just feeling a little bit emotional is all, not in pain.” You manage before coughing.

“I’m going to take care of everything today,” he says, quieter so only you can really hear it. “You just rest. No arguments.”

“Dad?” Lucas’s voice breaks through again.

“How much does it hurt? Why is Mom crying?” Callum picks up right where Lucas left off. The two of them, despite being twins, have their differences, but right now, Callum’s concerned tone matches his brother’s perfectly.

His expression mirrors Zayne’s so completely that it’s almost uncanny—right down to the way his arms fold tightly across his chest and his brows knit together. Lucas, beside him, grips the edge of the blanket like it might unravel without him.

Zayne glances back at them, his gaze softening as he takes in their wide eyes and concerned faces. He shifts just enough to stay close to you, but turns to face them fully, making sure they know he’s there for them, too.

“Mom is not in serious pain,” he says gently, voice slipping into the steady cadence of someone who knows how to manage both fear and facts. “It’s just a fever and some exhaustion. Her immune system is doing its job, which makes her feel pretty awful right now—but it’s nothing Mom won’t recover from.”

As Callum continues, “But Mom's crying,” Zayne’s hand shifts against yours—his thumb tracing slowly over your knuckles, steady and grounding. Callum presses, frowning harder. “Mom never cries unless Mom's really hurt.”

Zayne glances down at you again, brushing your hand lightly with his thumb. “Mom’s not crying from pain,” he explains. “Sometimes when we’re sick, especially when we’re tired or feverish, it’s easy for our emotions to spill out. That’s normal. You remember how you both cried when your noses were stuffed and you couldn’t sleep?”

Lucas immediately nods. “Yeah, that was the worst.”

“Exactly,” Zayne says with a faint smile. “Now, listen—Mom needs rest, and you three still need to get ready for school. I’m staying home today, so I’ll take care of everything. Go wash up, get dressed, and grab your backpacks.”

The twins hesitate before slowly backing out of the room. Serena lingers.

“You’re sure Mom will be okay?” she asks quietly.

Zayne nods, meeting her gaze. “I’m sure. I’ll call Aunt Rose and let her know your mom’s out sick today, and I’ll handle things at home.”

Serena looks at you one more time, her shoulders rise slightly—then drop again, like she’s letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Then she nods and follows her brothers out.

As the door clicks behind them, Zayne exhales softly and reaches for the medicine again. He measures out a dose and lifts it in your direction.

“Think you can take this for me?” he murmurs. “Then I’ll run the kids out the door and come back to check your temp again. You’re not going anywhere until this fever breaks.”

You manage a weak nod and take the medicine, grimacing slightly at the taste.

Zayne smiles faintly. “You did the hard part.” His lips brush your temple. “Rest, now.”

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Your forehead feels strangely cold, like someone pressed a strip of cloud there. You reach up, fingers brushing the edge of a fever patch—cool gel anchored gently to your skin. Definitely Zayne’s doing. The scent of chamomile tea lingers in the air. You shift slightly at the sound of paper rustling.

He’s sitting beside the bed, a book in one hand, but his eyes are already on you.

“How are you feeling now?” he asks, setting the book down and brushing your cheek.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Better,” you croak.

He helps you sit up just enough to drink water from the glass he’s already prepared, one hand steady on your back. The moment the water hits your throat, it feels like the best thing you’ve ever tasted.

“That’s so much nicer,” you sigh, voice still gravelly but less strained.

He chuckles softly and sets the glass down. “You can sleep again if you want, it’s only been an hour,” he murmurs, reaching for the thermometer again. You shake your head and you let him place it under your tongue without protest, eyes flicking to the way he watches you, hand still curled around yours. Quiet, steady.

You know he’s worried.

The reading comes back lower, but his brow still furrows. “Better. Still not great.”

You do feel better. Not fully. But at least you’re not drowning anymore.

He starts to move—probably to get breakfast—but you tighten your grip on his hand.

That make him pauses. “I made you something. I’ll bring it here.”

“No,” you shake your head, stubbornness flaring. “Want to be with you.”

“You can barely move, love,” he says gently, rubbing soothing circles into your knuckles. His voice is soft enough to coax you into reason, but the moment his skin brushes yours, your mind is made up.

“Then carry me,” you mutter, too tired to fight and too selfish to let go, reaching up like a sleepy child, palm open toward him.

He hesitates—but only for a moment. “Alright,” he murmurs, like he can’t help himself as well. He bends forward without another word and gathers you into his arms.

And the second you’re in his arms, your body melts into him. Legs around his waist, head on his shoulder, as if instinct takes over.

“You feel nice,” you mumble, eyes already closing again.

“That’s because you still have a fever, darling.”

“Nuh uh. You just always feel like this.”

He presses a kiss to your temple and walks out with you still wrapped around him.

In the kitchen, he sits down at the dining table with you still in his lap. One arm stays around your back, the other reaching for the tray of food he left out.

“Turn for a bit so you can eat.”

You shake your head, cheek still pressed against his shoulder. “I’ll eat like this.”

“You can’t even see the plate,” he murmurs, amused. Before his tone shifts. “Is it hard to hold your head?” he adds softly.

“Mmm, no.” you say, turning your body slowly with his help. You think that if you say yes to that he’s surely put you to bed again.

So now, you’re on his lap, but turning halfway to the table, still leaning against him. You open your mouth without saying anything, hoping that Zayne understand your signal. And he does. You barely open your mouth before he’s already feeding you.

The food tastes like damp cardboard. You frown at the spoon, suspicious, then take another bite just to be sure. Nope. Still awful.

You manage three more out of sheer determination before shaking your head with what power you have. Zayne finally let the spoon back into the bowl with a sigh of defeat. You slouch dramatically against his chest and mumble, “I’m moving to another country if I have to keep eating that.”

His hand pauses mid-stroke against your arm. “Will the cuisine abroad fix your taste buds?”

“I’ll find out,” you grumble, already halfway buried in his shirt. “You and the kids can come too. We’ll start a new life somewhere with soup that doesn’t taste like betrayal.”

He doesn’t bother arguing—just wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head.

Only then do you feel lighter. You even sat through a lukewarm shower without complaint—mostly because he was there to steady you the whole time, patient and quiet, guiding you through your medicine, your clothes, and now, your mountain of pillows.

The bedroom makes you grumble and glare at everything in sight, so now the living room has become the recovery zone. Couch, blankets, humidifier, and him.

You nudge your nose into the crook of his neck. “This spot feels better.”

“I rearranged your pillows three times,” he says lightly. “It should.”

You hum, pleased, and refuse to move an inch.

After a while, you open your eyes, still nestled against his shoulder. His attention is on his laptop, fingers occasionally tapping over the holographic display. The other hand moves gently in gentle strokes on your back.

Part of you knows you’re being unreasonable, so quietly, you murmur into his shirt. “Sorry... I know this is... a lot.”

“You’re sick,” he says simply. “It’s not a burden.”

He glances at you then, his smile a little softer than usual. It's a smile you’ve grown accustomed to, but that doesn’t make it any less special. If anything, it makes it more so.

You brush your nose against his. “A kiss for now, so you don’t end up sick too.”

He snorts, kissing you on the lips. “I think it’s a bit too late for that, darling.”

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The front door slides open with a low chime, followed by the scatter of sneakers hitting the entryway.

“Mom? Dad?” Serena’s voice is sharp, more alert than usual. “We’re home—”

Lucas comes into view first, dropping his backpack as his eyes land on you curled up in Zayne’s lap. Callum stops just behind him.

“...Is Mom okay?” Lucas asks immediately, already stepping closer.

You lift your head just barely, eyes bleary, body still heavy with fever. “Hey, sweethearts.”

You sound hoarse. Worse than you thought. You try to sit up, but Zayne gently tightens his arm around you.

“Mom's better than this morning,” he says calmly. “Fever’s dropping, had some food and water. Mom's just… resting right now.”

Serena eyes you suspiciously, walking closer like she’s checking the scene for herself. “You’re not pretending, right? You're really okay?”

“Mmhm,” you hum, burying your face in the slope of Zayne’s neck. “Promise. I’m just still kinda melty.”

“You look melted,” Callum says, blinking slowly.

Lucas bites his lip, clearly not convinced. “But you never lie around like this unless you're really sick.”

“That’s how I know it’s serious—you’re not even pretending to be strong,” Serena chimes in.

“I was strong,” you mumble. “I used all my strength to shower, brush my teeth, and yell at soup.”

If you could see Zayne’s face right now, you'd pinch him—but you'd also agree with him because well, he did all of that for you, and you’re still weak—still leaning against him.

But Serena does see Zayne’s expression, and you hear her sigh. “So... Mom’s back to normal.”

“Mom’s on her way,” Zayne corrects gently.

“I was worried,” Callum mumbles, his voice soft.

You lift your hand from under the blanket, beckoning them closer. Callum comes first, with Lucas following beside him. You stroke both their cheeks in turn, managing a small smile.

“I’m okay. Really. Just taking my recovery seriously this time.”

“You’re always the one yelling at us to rest when we’re sick,” Lucas says, his lips half-pouting. He leans in, pressing the back of his hand gently to your forehead the way you always do to them. “Still warm,” he mutters, almost to himself.

“I know,” you murmur. “And now I’m finally listening to myself.”

Serena tilts her head, studying the way Zayne’s holding you—like you might disappear if he lets go. And the way you don’t seem to care one bit that three pairs of eyes are watching you curled around their dad like a sleepy vine.

Her shoulders drop as if releasing a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

Suddenly, her arms shoot out, palms covering both twins' eyes, and guiding them slowly away from the couch.

“Okay. That’s enough heartwarming. Let’s go do homework before they start kissing again.”

“Hey—!” you protest weakly.

“We haven’t—” Zayne starts, ears immediately flushing red.

Lucas groans behind Serena’s hand. “But we’ve seen them do it.”

Callum nods. “And not just the usual peck. At the kitchen counter. They thought we were upstairs.”

Serena sighs dramatically. “This is why I tell you not to come downstairs after 9 p.m.”

You can’t help the breathy giggle that slips out, your fever-addled brain too soft and warm to feel properly embarrassed. “You little spies.”

“You’re loud,” Lucas mutters.

Zayne clears his throat. “Okay, enough commentary. Go finish your schoolwork.”

“But we’re making sure Mom's okay,” Callum argues.

“I’m great,” you insist, still half-draped across Zayne’s lap. “Your dad is a very good recovery couch.”

Serena eyes the both of you like she’s had enough—but there’s a flicker of fond amusement behind her deadpan stare. Like she’s exasperated and kind of proud at the same time.

“Yeah, okay, we’re leaving. I read that this kind of bonding is good for middle-aged marriages, so I support it.”

Zayne coughs, caught off-guard. “Middle-aged—”

“Ohhhhhh,” the twins chorus, clearly thrilled.

“Serena,” you wheeze, laughing as your forehead presses against Zayne’s neck. “You can’t say things like that while I’m sick.”

“I can and I will,” she says primly, already herding the twins down the hall. “Come on. Let’s give Mom and Dad some privacy.”

Lucas, resigned, groans, “But what if this make it worse?”

Callum shrugs. “I mean… if they’re happy, we’re good, right?”

Serena hums. “Exactly. Now shush. You still have math to suffer through.”

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Notes

The last scene is the one that I immediately thought of when I read the prompt 😂 So I'm happy that I can fit it in :D Also down below is just me ranting lol Okay, this is just my opinion, but if we’re talking about jealous moments—yeah, I’m sorry, I am not counting that white rose situation. I’m too annoyed at that creep. Dr. Carter? Nope. Hard pass. I don’t know how it is elsewhere, but where I’m from, white roses are for funerals. It’s literally a mourning flower—meant for expressing condolences or honoring the deceased. I even checked for Chinese symbolism and it’s the same, so yeah, my rage is totally justified 😂 Like, why on earth would you give someone that and then drop a card basically saying, "Hope you become my patient!" If that’s your idea of flirting, sir—I have bad news for you 🖕🏻 And look, maybe I’m just too salty to remember clearly, but doesn’t Dr. Carter work for EVER too? That’s sus as hell. So I’ve always seen Zayne’s reaction in that scene as protectiveness, not jealousy. Now, if we really want to talk about a jealous moment? Neon Night. GOD, I love that card. I didn’t expect that from the cover at all, but UGH 😩🤭 Zayne subtly convincing MC to buy a “unique” brooch for her “friend” had me dying 🤣 He even says something like, “If they don’t like it, they don’t deserve it.” ICONIC. Hold on let me look it up, here it is, "When gifts are involved, it’s the thought that counts. If the other person doesn’t want to wear it simply because they don’t need to, you can end the relationship at that moment." "Oh… I hear doctors give out rejections by using the excuse of “not being allowed to accept gifts from patients."" "As you said, that is merely an excuse. If he lacks the courage to tell you the truth, then there is no need to be friends with someone so insincere." And the way MC gave it to him right away after this? Too funny! I can't even ahahahaha he even wore it in the end 🥹 To be fair, it’s not described as ugly or anything—but the brooch is definitely loud, like, very on-theme with the "Neon Night" vibe lol AND he actually did trying to help at first until MC start to say—or as he says "Oh, you speak so highly of him." 🤣 I still have so much to say about it but this is getting way too long, so I’ll stop here ahahahaha

[tommys-wings]

When they’re having pizza nights at Eddie’s, Buck and Tommy usually order the two with the most protein and then share them half and half, fist bumping once they’ve done the exchange, like this is the height of teamwork.

Eddie just calls them dorks and, one time, Tommy goes ‘you’re just jealous of our swag’ to which Christopher just pretends to leave like ‘I can’t believe I ever thought you were cool’ and Tommy lets out his offended ‘eeeh!’ (The same one he had when Buck teased him about the mouth static).

This prompts a contest between Buck, Tommy, and Eddie, to see who can misuse gen z/alpha slang the most egregiously, ending up in what can only be described as a Chris torture chamber.

Anyway, they’re never starved for banter.

[januaryrabbit]

Request: how svt would deal with their crush being in a relationship already (their crush is their bff)

hello! thank you for requesting, im sorry its so late!! :) this scenario is kinda angsty so i hope you dont mind!!

seventeen when their crush (who happens to be their best friend) is in a relationship!!!

pairing: svt x gn!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst, Simping, Yearning

other disclaimers/notes: lowercase intended; barely proofread because it's 4am!!!, i’ve been watching wayyyyy too many coming of age films lately lmao!!!

✩‧₊˚Cope (trying to be normal)

vernon: vernon rolls with the punches in most any circumstance, and this is no exception. like Yeah….this shit sucks….but you guys are best friends, so he has to deal with it. i don’t think this would affect him too much tbh,,,like i think the fact that he’s in love with you is something he rarely even admits to himself. i feel like he always has it in the back of his mind, but nothing more than that. i think he’d be able to ignore his feelings the most successfully out of all the members because vernon’s realistic with himself and he knows there’s no point in being hurt over something that’s out of his control. none of this stops him from loving you, but that’s something for him to know and you to never find out lol. seungkwan knows about vernon’s feelings btw. he (vernon) figures that if he had to tell anyone…it would be him, and for whatever reason, he felt compelled to tell at least one person about all of this. vernon doesn’t know why, but it feels better knowing that someone knows his true feelings, even if that someone isn’t, and probably can never be, you.

s.coups: you know that face he makes after the girl rejects him in mansae??? Yeah. Yeah that’s him at all times lmao. he cant say hes mad at anyone in this situation, except maybe the universe lmao. i think he just regards this whole situation has his life’s hugest bruh moment LOL. he’s gotten okay at pretending like everything’s fine when he’s around you, because in his mind, there’s nothing else he can do. there was no way he was going to end his friendship with you, but there was also no way he could confess his feelings to you. in private, he’s talked to some of the boys about it in private - mostly jeonghan and joshua, but sometimes when he’s feeling particularly frustrated with the situation, he goes to woozi, who is able to ground him every time he feels like he can’t take it anymore. seungcheol knows that to others, being friends with you while still being in love with you doesn’t make the slightest bit of sense; but if it meant you were still in his life to some capacity, that was all that mattered to him.

joshua: the definition of smiling thru the pain…like he’s literally katy perry They ask you how you sre and you just have to say that youre fine even though youre not fine like. i think more than anything, he’s not too torn up over this situation than he is irritated. the mention of your partner makes his eye twitch LMFAO. like when you come back from going on a trip with them, you start telling joshua about everything you did together and he’s like THAT’S SO COOL Y/N . I’M SO GLAD YOU GUYS HAD FUN. *eye twitch* LOL. tries his best not to go overboard with it or make it obvious that he’s being sarcastic - he’s aware enough to know that your happiness is important and that unless there’s a legit reason one day, he doesnt have any grounds for disliking your s/o too LOL. i think he’s probably overly cautious if you ever tell him that you and your s/o were having problems as well. like he would be try really hard to be neutral if you ever asked him for his opinion on a situation that happened between you and your partner. i think he would feel guilty about being your confidant while having these feelings for you,,as much as he wants to tell you to break up with them and be with him instead, he knows how terribly selfish of him it would be to put you in that situation. so, he endures it everyday.

dk: dude……HE IS ALSO SMILING THROUGH THE PAIN…..but like HES ALSO CRYING….SO BAD….like. he tries REALLY hard to keep everything lighthearted around you - any time the conversation gets even close to being serious, he always pivots to a different topic. some of the other boys can tell something’s the matter when he’s around you, but they can’t quite place what’s different about him. when he’s around you, he just seems ever-so-slightly…off. his smile is less bright, his jokes are a little less frequent, and he’s actually kind of quiet when people are around you two. it’s a weird sight to see, and dk knows this; he knows that others have noticed, but he’s trying as hard as he can to behave as naturally as he can around you. i think he’s one of the members that would be pretty broken up about the situation, similar to mingyu. i don;t see him being able to deal with something like this well. i think he definitely goes to the other boys for comfort about this, to the point where his feelings for you are kind of an open secret amongst them lmao. (except dino because seungkwan begged everyone not to tell him because he thinks dino would make it obvious that dk likes you so they leave him in the dark!!!) 

seungkwan: bruh seungkwan tries so hard to be normal around you but then he’ll text vernon “im third wheeling y/n again please kill me” in the same breath. sometimes when he’s falling asleep at night he’s just like god how did i end UP in this situation!!!!!  he’s more of the kind of person who’s pouty about it instead of sad about it. he just finds the situation annoying more than anything, and he wishes that you would just REALIZE HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU ALREADY!! but he’s alright with waiting it out. i think he’s one of the members who would be not very fond of your partner LMAO. every time they greet seungkwan he’s just like “oh hey -___- how are you -___-” and your partner is like babe how do i get seungkwan to like me and you’re like HAHA he’s just like that, he needs to warm up to you!! (seungkwan knows this is not the case with this specific person.) but yeah, i think seungkwan also holds out hope that one day the two of you will end up together. i don’t think he would go as far as to ruin your relationship or influence you to break up with your partner, but i think he would definitely confess if you ever became single again LOL. i think it would be a teary confession too, because he’s been bottling up all these feelings for a while.

✩‧₊˚depression.

chan: oh my lee chan…i think he would fucking die in this situation!!! it would just, Destroy him. and you could tell there was something seriously wrong…he just wasn’t his usual excited self anymore, and he was suddenly beginning to avoid you out of nowhere. dino doesn’t want to do this; he doesn't want to be anywhere but by your side, but that place isn’t for him anymore and he knows that all too well. i think he would be one of the only people who would actually confess his feelings at some point, regardless if you were in a relationship or not. i think one day he would reach his breaking point and ust blurt it out because he just can’t take it anymore. i think part of him, although he feels guilty for it, knows that telling you about it is the first step he needs to take for him personally to move on. the only thing that hurts him more than not being able to be your person is keeping a secret this huge from you.

jun: dude this is the cat version of a kicked puppy. like. jun is NOT ok…..and he’s not very good at hiding it i think. i think you’d be able to tell that something was wrong, but jun is terrified about talking about this with you, so you never really find out what’s bothering him. i dont think he’s one who would ever end up telling you about his feelings. in fact, he might be one of the only ones who lets your friendship naturally drift apart because of his feelings for you. it’s not that he doesnt want to be in your life, but he also wants to get over you more than anything. but i think it would be incredibly difficult for him to see you as just a friend tbh, so for as long as you’re dating your partner, i think he’d keep his distance sadly.

hoshi: the light in this man’s eyes have unironically left. like. the thought of hoshi being sad over you……..I CAN’T BEAR IT!!! yeah i think he would take this all pretty hard. though unlike jun, i don;t think hoshi would be able to stay away from you and keep his distance. you’re too precious of a person in his life, and not to say that you aren’t in other scenarios with other members, but i just see hoshi being firm about still being in your life. in fact, he’s one of the few guys that i think is secretly hopeful that one day down the road you’ll end up together. he doesn’t ever voice these feelings to anyone; he knows it’s ridiculous to feel this way about someone who’s already taken, and he feels that if he voices it to someone that he’s going to get bad karma, LMAO. should you ever become single again though is a different story though….

mingyu: for some reason have this vibe that being in this situation would literally destroy him and eat him alive…i just feel like he’s someone who truly loves really, really hard, and adding in the fact that you’re his best friend magnifies the pain by hundreds. what do you fucking do when the person you love most in this world doesn’t return your feelings? he would be really torn up about this because on one hand, he’s never felt this way about someone before, and he wants nothing more than to be with you; but what he wants more than that is for you to be happy, and if that isn’t with him, he has to accept that. sadly, i feel like at some point this would be too much for him,,,like to the point where he keeps his distance from you a bit. he feels awful, but it’s just too hard for him to hear about you and your partner and act like nothing’s wrong when you’re around :(

✩‧₊˚avoidant

woozi: i feel like he might be a little hot and cold about it. he is Not happy in this situation, and it frustrates him that he cant really do anything about it except deal. he doesn't really like talking about your s/o and he tries his best to hide it, but you can kinda tell that there's something wrong. but when you ask him about it, he says he's totally fine! i don't think woozi would dare to ever let his feelings for you come to light, and as unhappy as it makes him to not be honest with you, he just doesn't feel comfortable with telling someone he has feelings for them when said person is in a relationship. as little of a fan he is of your s/o, woozi knows that if he was in their shoes, he wouldn't be happy if someone confessed to you while the two of you were dating. i think he would need some distance to get over you, and i think the only way that it would happen is by throwing himself into his work and begrudgingly spending a LOT of his time with hoshi LMAO!!

minghao: would distance himself by making a bunch of life changes to keep him busy so he can eventually get over you. minghao values you too much, so he figures the best solution is to take time to himself so he can get over you in a healthy way with space from you. he isn’t happy about seeing you less, but he knows that it’s what needs to be done in order for him to heal from this situation. would definitely have a vague excuse ready if you ever asked him why he was distant from you; i cannot see any universe where minghao would ever admit he used to have feelings for you, even if it had been years past. he’s keeping this one in the vault LMAO, not even jun knows!!

wonwoo: bruh…..he’s. he’s in pain. but he’s keeping it all inside. i think he’d feel really selfish for harboring these feelings toward you while you’re dating someone else. your partner was perfectly friendly to wonwoo,,,like it makes him feel WORSE that he’s in love with you. he tries to forget his feelings, even getting into relationships once in a while, but everything always comes back to you. i feel like this is a secret he’s told absolutely NO ONE at all because of how much it weighs on his heart. the only soul who does know to some extent is mingyu, because he caught wonwoo crying one day when he came home early from work. wonwoo didn’t really get into the details, but he did admit that it he had unrequited feelings for someone. mingyu didn’t pry, and he still never has. 

jeonghan: there is Pain behind his eyes lol but he is keeping this secret in the Vault fr. Maybe, M a y b e s.coups MIGHT know, but that’s about it. jeonghan is one of the only people i can imagine is completely normal around you and no one can tell that there’s anything wrong. the only reason that seungcheol knows anything is because he knows jeonghan the best, and he could tell by the way that he hung onto your every word that he had feelings for you. but yeah, i think jeonghan would have the easiest time living with this secret from you. sometimes he does feel a little guilty, and honestly sometimes he does flirt with you lightly, but nothing to arouse any serious suspicion. mostly he’ll just say he likes your outfit or something when you’re hanging out, which is harmless in his mind. it does bother him that the person he’s in love with is dating someone else, but i think jeonghan would just be like “what else can i do at this point??” and continue with his life. not much changes between the two of you, besides jeonghan being a little more quiet when the topic of your relationship or partner comes up, but it’s not something you notice anyway. and such is life, whether jeonghan is truly okay with it or not.

[thefemmefatalexo]

Gojo SMAU - The Art of Falling Fake

Introduction

Summary: The campus buzzes with life, but you feel like a shadow slipping through the cracks—unnoticed, unimportant. At home, it’s no better. Your parents dote on your step-sister, the star tennis player, while you’re the afterthought they barely acknowledge. She’s here too, her perfect reputation casting an even bigger shadow over your existence. College was supposed to be your escape, but living at home and walking the same halls as her makes it impossible. Then he shows up—Satoru Gojo, the rich, arrogant engineering major everyone seems to worship. His smug grin and effortless charm are the kind of things you can’t stand, but when a ridiculous twist of fate forces your lives together, you find yourself fake dating the most insufferable man you’ve ever met. It’s just a deal, temporary and harmless—or so you try to convince yourself.

tropes: Fake Dating, Opposites Attract, Hurt Comfort, Reluctant Allies, Found Family, Slow Burn Romance

an: I hereby welcome you to my third SMAU in this Universe! (Yay?). I hinted at this one in Chapter 14 of Toji’s SMAU if any of you noticed hehe. I really hope you enjoy this story because I’ve had so much fun writing it so far LMAOOOO. Let me know what you think! SMOOCHES 💋💋💋

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taglist: OPEN!

Main Cast:

[su-rodriguez]

say gex

[sanaserena]

It was awkward.  In the end, both you and Rosi had been right.  It was a bad idea to have a family dinner (you) and simultaneously a good one (Rosi).  Bad because dinner was meant for getting to know everyone, not glaring holes into each other’s heads—in the case of Sengoku. 

If Sengoku wasn’t careful, you were sure he was going to bend your fork. You eyed him sitting at one end of the table, wondering if you should remove the fork now or let him suffer through it later when eating.

Law sat there with his arms across his chest, his face carefully shuttered. You knew him better.  The boy was clearly a mix of ecstatic, horrified, and can’t wait til this horror show ends. 

On the other side of the table, Baby 5 was happy, fawning under some compliment Shakky had offered her, an amused look on her face.  It did, in fact, make you happy to know that Shakky took a liking to the girl you had always talked about but never introduced.  It was a good thing, perhaps, that Baby 5’s fiancé had not joined the dinner, though the invitation had been extended to him too.  Considering that man was now allied with Strawhat Luffy, you doubt Sengoku would even be able to sit let alone eat at the same time.

And then there was Ray, whom you’d seated on the other end of the table, with the intention of putting him as far away from Sengoku as possible, casually drinking his beer and making small talk. 

Small talk that only Rosi was responding to.

Oh yes, you hoped the worst this dinner could get would be a horror show and not the shitshow you had argued with Rosi about.

Well, it was so far a reasonable beginning to the family dinner.  You and Rosi had been sure to state the same stipulations to everyone invited: 1) Everyone must behave in a family friendly manner; 2) No arguing; 3) No devil fruit powers and haki allowed. 

“Rosinante, you didn’t tell me about the whole family,” Sengoku gritted.  The fork bent.  Asshole.

Rosi noticed.  He flashed you a look, before reaching over to his father figure, and attempted to wriggle the partially bent fork from Sengoku’s vice-like grip.  “Didn’t I? I was pretty sure I mentioned it.”

“You said, ‘come over, please, meet the most important people in my life’,” mimicked Sengoku.  The fork twitched a centimetre in Sengoku’s grip.  “You didn’t mention the former Empress of Amazon Lily, nor the Dark King.”

“Well, yes,” Rosi said with a light, nervous laugh.  You’d heard that call.  He’d deliberately glossed over who was coming.  “I’m sure I mentioned it.”

“Come now, Sengoku, we’re all old friends here,” said Ray placatingly, though there was a sharp edge to the amusement in his tone.

Yes, Rosi hadn’t been the only one to gloss over who was coming to dinner.  Even though you might have mentioned it once or twice in the past who Rosi’s ‘father’ was, you were pretty sure only Shakky had caught the implication, and that your words had slipped by Ray, so when you’d called about the dinner, only Shakky had any idea what kind of shitshow horror show she would be walking into.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t capture you right now,” snarled Sengoku, thumping his fist on the dinner table.

“Sir—” Rosi began.

Sengoku interrupted his foster son, frustration clearly bleeding through everything he said, “We’re going to have a long talk about this Rosinante—”

“Oi, don’t talk to Cora-san like that,” said Law coolly, his fingers twitching. 

Despite their touching first meeting, Law and Sengoku had been clear on where they stood with each other: they each loved and respected Rosi in their own way, but that sure as hell didn’t mean Law and Sengoku were best buddies, let alone foster grandfather and grandson.  No, they would maintain their prior relationship of pirate and marine, but with more respect to Rosi.

“Be quiet, brat,” Sengoku shot Law’s way.  Those two, you knew, had come to an accord after the events of Dressrosa and the downfall of Doflamingo.  But it didn’t mean they’d become cuddle buddies either.  They kept it nice and unfriendly.

“Cora-san doesn’t need to discuss his relations with you,” Law said flatly.

Rosi coughed.  “I’m right here.”

Sengoku ignored him.  “Just because I’ve settled with myself that my son is living in this lawless zone, he doesn’t need unsavoury people tainting his reputation further.”

“He’s not a child,” Baby 5 said.  “He can do whatever he likes.”

“He’s my child,” Sengoku said stubbornly.

“Uh—” Rosi attempted to speak, his eyes shooting between Sengoku and Baby 5 and Law.  To Law, he was grateful, to Baby 5 he seemed surprised, and to Sengoku, he was embarrassed.  But it didn’t matter, because no one let him speak.

Your hand clenched around the glass you were clutching.  Since when had you poured yourself a gin and tonic?  You had no idea. Though Shakky tilted her gin and tonic your way in a subtle toast, the corner of her mouth tilting up in wry amusement.

“Unsavoury? Interesting choice of word you have there, Sengoku,” Ray said calmly.  But the calmness of his words was a force to be reckoned with.

“Would you prefer ‘disreputable’, ‘villainous’, or ‘despicable’? I was aiming for family friendly.”  Derision dripped from Sengoku’s retort.  So he clearly remembered at least one of yours and Rosi’s stipulations.

“And what would that make you? Heroic? Indomitable? Gallant?” Though it sounded amused, it masked the same kind of derision as Sengoku’s.

“A marine, you pirate,” spat Sengoku.  Somehow, that should have been synonymous with the words Ray dropped, but Sengoku made it sound as though they were two similarly different things. 

Ray tsked.  “You said ‘pirate’ like it’s a dirty slur.  I take it as a compliment, thank you very much.”

Was it possible for Sengoku’s fork to bend more?

Baby 5 nervously looked between Ray and Sengoku.  Shakky offered her a drink, much to Baby 5’s relief.

You, on the other hand, sipped your drink.  “Maybe I should bring out the fish.” 

Excusing yourself from the table, you escaped to the kitchen. 

Not that it was much of an escape, since the cottage was only one room for the living, dining and kitchen.  And though the oven wasn’t smoking nor on fire, the fish smelt cooked.

Carefully you lifted the tray from the oven.  Since the oven was rather large, you’d been able to fit three extra large fishes in it, bones and all.  Rosi had caught them yesterday and between you both, you’d decided it would make for a good dinner.  What could go wrong with spiced fish?

But apparently turning your back on the family dinner wasn’t a bright idea.

The moment your back was turned, you felt the discharge of haki.  Strong haki.  The haki of kings.  Conqueror’s haki.  Static sparked up your back, sending the hairs on your arms standing. 

Dear gods.

No.

Not in my house.

You weren’t the type to admit you were slow.  If anything, your years with your father and the years after with the Donquixote Family had refined your skills to the best of your abilities and then some. 

But in this instant, you were a second too slow to turn back. 

By this point, Sengoku had jumped to his feet, in an offensive stance, his arms tense and poised to react.  Ray sat in his chair calmly, his chin propped on his hist, and his eyes dark behind the glint of his round spectacles.

Conqueror’s haki crackled between them.

It might be invisible to the eye, but you felt the clash of wills with every fibre of your being.

And what a clash of wills it was.  You’d never encountered the force of either Ray’s or Sengoku’s conqueror’s haki on its own.  But you’d felt others. You’d felt the weight of Doflamingo’s, a bubble of force so suffocating that every encounter you had with it, felt as though you were underwater struggling for air, and only your determination to stay awake kept you from drowning.  Shanks’ was fire hot, electricity so intense it set you afire.  If you’d ever burned alive on a stake, that was what it felt like to encounter his conqueror’s haki.  Wanting to breathe while burning alive at the same time.

Ray’s and Sengoku’s were both more intense than Doflamingo’s, and yet not half as intense as Shanks’. 

It didn’t matter though.

There was no space in this room from the two egos currently clashing.  It was just Ray and Sengoku, staring each other down. 

Law was gagging in shock, bearing against the weight of the clash.

Baby 5 fared less well, quailing, though thankfully not yet foaming at the mouth.

Shakky did not look pleased.  A rare expression from wife to husband.

And Rosi was just stunned.  From the clash, rather than the conqueror’s itself.  You doubted he’d even registered the conqueror’s haki in the face of the explosion rippling in front of his face.

You felt the dish in your hand slip your grip.  The fishes that had taken a frustrating hour to cut and gut and prep smashed onto the floor.

And you might have been fine with the destruction of hard work, if it weren’t for the sounds you heard next.

Something creaked.

And cracked.

Your gaze tilted around you, looking for the source, even as your body felt as though it was caught in live wire electricity.

But it was the sound of splitting wood that spurred you into action. 

In a single breath, you felt the home that Rosi had picked and fallen in love with explode.  The walls buckled, as though a giant elephant had expanded in the centre of your home, squeezing out the walls and roof in the process. 

The walls were the first to go.

Then the beams that held up part of the loft.

And then the roof. 

Baby 5 squeaked, dropping under the table.

Shakky stepped out of the way of the collapsing pieces of the roof.

Law expanded his room, a wave of pale blue light circling around the dining table, no doubt to protect Rosi, but included the rest of the people in the room at the same.  That may or may not have included you.  It didn’t matter though, because Rosi was in front of you, shielding you from above from more falling wood and collapsing beams.

How thoughtful.

This was your home.

Your home with Rosi.

The home that was now falling apart around you.  Exposing everyone to the humid weather outside.  If only that was all.

Ray and Sengoku didn’t even notice.

You had had enough.  No one but Rosi got to destroy this home by accident or on purpose!

Pushing Rosi aside, you withdrew the pistols you still carried on you even though this was supposed to be a nice, quiet family dinner, you aimed it at the two older men in the room.

“Wait—” Rosi called after you, but you ignored him.

You fired.  The shots exploded from your pistols in a blast of smoke and fire.

And they didn’t miss.

You’d fired at them knowing that both Ray and Sengoku would heal fine from the shot regardless—if they hadn’t already blocked it with haki hardened skin. 

Immediately the crackle of conqueror’s haki ceased, the pressure against your mind dissipated, and the air no longer sparked with the clash of wills.

“Enough!” you raged. “This was supposed to be a wonderful, loving family dinner.  Rosi was the one who wanted all of you to get along.  I couldn’t care less.  Unfortunately, he’s right.  We love you all, therefore, we wanted you to all meet.  But I’ve had enough.  This is our house, and these are our rules.  Get along or get out.”

“But—” Sengoku growled.

Ray concurred.  “Come now, Interesting Girl—”

“Our house, our rules!” you snapped, cocking your pistols at them both a second time.  “And since the house is destroyed.  You both owe me and Rosi a new one.  Is it so hard to be like your wife and our children?”  You pointed at Shakky, Law, and Baby 5. 

Shakky just smoked with her brows raised in amusement.

Baby 5, also smoked—no wonder she was getting along with Shakky—and fluttered her fingers in a small wave of her hand.  At some point Baby 5 had crawled out from under the table.

Only Law snorted.  “Technically they’re the children here.”

“I am not a child,” said Sengoku.  At the same time, Ray said with a bark of laughter, “The kid’s got a point.” 

Ray stood first, offering his hand to Sengoku.  “Truce?”

Sengoku glared at the man who was once the first mate and vice captain of the great, first King of the Pirates.  He slapped his hand in Ray’s.  “Truce.”  You didn’t need to be part of that handshake to know that they were now having a man-off on who had the strongest grip between them.  Whatever the result, they shook off the other’s hand moments later, and Sengoku flexed his arms, loosening their tension.  “We’ll fix the house.  Sorry, Rosinante, for the mess.”

A glance at Rosi said that he hadn’t expected the explosion at all.  “It’s fine…” he replied, still a bit shell shocked.

“It’ll be done by the end of tomorrow,” Ray promised.  “If you and Rosi are okay to stay with us for a night?”

“It’s fine,” you said with a sigh.

Rosi blinked out of his stupor.  “Uh, yeah.”

Begrudgingly, Sengoku and Ray made plans to help with the house.  Law took his leave, with a pat on Rosi’s back for support.  Baby 5 glomped you with a hug and apologised for the loss of your hard work and the dinner that wasn’t going to happen now, and said she would stay the night at Shakky’s too.

Shakky was admonishing Ray, who was wise enough to look sheepish, saying something along the lines of, “Well, he got me a little riled up.”

When you were finally alone with Rosi, the tension and stress of the dinner finally over, you smiled. 

“Isn’t this nice?” you said slyly to Rosi.  “Getting together as a family?”

Rosi gulped, then sighed.  He wrapped his arms around you.  “I will never, ever ask for a family dinner again.”

You patted him on the back.

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‘Family Dinner’ vignette segment of 'Firsts', a oneshot Rosi HEA AU of my ongoing canon (intended) compliant fic, Doffy’s Whore, over on AO3 (Pairings of "Firsts": Rosinante X reader pairing; Pairings of "Doffy's whore": Doflamingo X reader, Rosinante X reader, Aokiji X reader endgame)