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THEY DONT KNOW IT - LN4
summary : Sheâs a popstar whoâs being oggled by the same grid who doesnât believe Lando has a chance with her. In a simple quiet conversation, Lando fixes that.
listen up : lando norris x popstar!reader. mentions of sex. reader wrote bed chem!!
word count : 629
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âYou hear whoâs in the paddock today?â Oscar eyes Lando as he joins the group of drivers. They all look suspiciously giddy.
âNoâŠ?â Lando eyes them, Itâs Carlos whoâs grinning and speaks up first.
âY/n L/n.â the spaniard whispers.
Lando raises a brow as Alex nods to his girlfriend talking to you, âSheâs a super famous singer right? Lily loves her.â
âVery pop.â Charles adds in.
âVery hot.â Franco says as they all turn to him, âWhat? You were all thinking it.â a surge of jealousy goes through Lando. Obviously he knows people think youâre hot, heâs the fan club president. But Franco saying it makes him want to go over there and kiss you in front of the young driver.
Lando watches you move your hair behind your ear, assessing the little black dress youâve got on. âFuck.â is the only think Yuki can say.
âHasn't she been to a couple races?â George adds, âFor any reason orâŠâ Lando wants to yell at them that youâre there for him.
âSheâs a fan.â Charles says, âHangs with Alex in the garage sometimes.â
You wonder if they know how obviously the group is looking at you. You turn and give them a little smile. Most of the guys look away except Lando, who waves.
âWhat the fuck?â Carlos makes a face.
âDude-â Max laughs as Lando looks around at the group.
âWhat?â
âGive up now.â Alex shrugs.
âExcuse you?â Lando crosses his arms over his racing suit, âYou think I donât have a chance?â They all start laughing, âFuck you, lot!â
Alex grins, âDonât let netflix hear.â
Carlos slaps his hand onto his friends shoulder, âMate⊠sheâs just so- and youâre so⊠itâs not made to be.â
Lando just scoffs, âDonât pout!â Max laughs, âIâm pretty sure sheâs the only girl out of your reach.â
âYou donât know about Nadia?â Alex grins.
Max gives him a confused look but turns back to Lando, except when he does, he realizes heâs already gone and walking towards you.
You smile when you see Lando, he slips his arm around your waist and pulls you in for a quick hug, âHi.â His eyes linger on you before smiling kindly at Lily.
âIâll be back, Y/n. Lando keep your distance.â She points to the driver before walking away.
âThe guys donât think I have a chance with you.â He whispers into your ear, his hand still on your waist.
You laugh a bit, glancing at the men who are all staring at you two. âSo naive.â he laughs a bit, tilting his head down.
A curl goes into his face and you resist the urge to push it back. âIâm happy youâre here.â this makes your cheeks go a bit pink. Funny, youâve been sleeping together for months and he can say the tinest thing to get you to blush.
âIâm happy I'm here too. Win for me?â
âWhat do I get if I do?â His hand backs off your waist a bit, clearly aware of the eyes on you.
You look up at him, his eyes greener than ever, âWhatever you want?â
His brows go up, âWhatever?â
The corner of your mouth quirks, âWithin reason.â
âNot much reason between the two of us.â You roll your eyes and back away from him so youâre no longer touching.
âGo run back to your friends and giggle about how a pretty girl kissed you.â
âBut you didnât-â He gets cut off by your lips on his cheek. Heâs grinning ear to ear as you walk away, waving a bit.
When Lando walks back to the guys theyâre gobsmacked, âTell me you didn't just meet her today.â Charles practically pleads.
He laughs at their faces, âHave you ever heard the song, bed chem?â
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Fiending for Daryl x F!reader at the point where they're super domestic and sexually comfortable with each other. Like making jokes like "I'll do that thing you like if you take Dog for a walk ;)" and just being super teasing and playful with each other
lazy mornings w/ daryl
daryl x f!reader
wc: 1k
warnings: teasing, slight allusions to sex, mdni
a/n: omfg i adored this idea. thinking about daryl finally super comfortable with you, able to relax and just be himself is justđ„č i hope this is close to what you wanted!! i kinda got carried away in my imagination with this one lol. alsooo, i have a few other requests iâm working on, i promise iâm not skipping anyoneâs i just take forever to write:,)
daryl would absolutely love to tease you. he just loved to see that little spark flash in your eyes, reminding him that you want him and he has you.
he was incredibly shy initiating anything sexual during the first couple years of your relationship. and still to this day itâs not often that heâll outright vocalize his lust, but rather use his actions and subtle, playful remarks thatâll have you ready to pounce on him the first moment you get. the little sanctuary you call home is his favorite place in the world, and it was only ever you who got to see this goofy, mischievous side of him.
and he found he couldnât help himself, watching you around the house, so casual and domesticated.
youâd play quiet music often on the little record player heâd found, hair tied up in some messy knot, loose shorts and a small t-shirt the only things adorning your soft skin as you read, or cooked, or whatever hobby was interesting you at the time. it brought out intense feelings inside of him, ones he never imagined heâd ever feel and it almost made him giddy. so happy he could provide that safety for you to simply be, and ravenously hungry to devour you whole any chance he got.
it mustâve been sometime in early may he figured. the sun was bright in the sky no later than 6am the past few weeks. mornings still brisk but afternoons hot and nearing swim-worthy. you both rose late that day, having spent a little extra time in bed where the light flooded through the cabin windows, glowing across fluffy sheets and warm skin, simply too soothing to move from right away. he always woke before you and always had to drink you in for a while, admiring how the sun danced through the strands of your wild hair across the pillows. your chest rose so fluently and calmly it made his own tight. heâd ingrain that picture deep in his memory; your vibrant, lively body something heâd protect till his last dying breath.
you had a leg propped outside the blankets, tossed close to his body subconsciously and he brought his fingers to the soft skin of your exposed thigh, painting invisible shapes. it only took a few minutes before you started mumbling sleepily as he dragged them upwards, towards your inner thigh.
âmmm, good morning,â you breathed softly, eyes still shut but a lazy smile gracing your features.
âmornin' sunshine,â he drawled, leaning down to press light kisses over his artwork. âsleep alright?â
âmhm, you?â
he nodded against your skin. he always slept well next to you, especially now he had you all to himself; your little hole in the woods providing much-needed peace and solitude after all the years without. just you, dog, and acres of tall green trees.
speaking of which, he noticed the door creaking open behind him as he placed more nips and kisses, paws padding across the wooden floors at the sound of your voices finally awake.
his tongue dragged up, grazing over the hem of your panties. your hips shifted beneath him as you moaned softly. âcan we make it an agreement that you always wake me up like this?â you gasped when his hands joined in, massaging your plush hips with strong hands.
he snorted at that, âi already always do.â
âmm, right,â you muttered quickly distracted as your hands found purchase on his soft brown locks. your morning brain never failed to amuse him. youâd mutter nonsense half asleep, sure to barely remember when you fully came too.
his fingers were just slipping under the waistband when dog whimpered quietly behind you both. a smirk cast over his face, already hearing your whines of dismay at what he was about to do.
âthink somebody needs a mornin' walk,â he pulled away with a kiss to the little bow at the hem. a low groan followed in suit just as he expected and he chuckled slightly.
âD⊠just a few more minutes.â
but he was already dragging his body off the mattress, grabbing a random strewn shirt and pulling it over his head.
âsuch a tease, dixon,â he heard from the bed, turning to see you propped up with a phony pout. the corners of his eyes crinkled in a grin at your state, hair wild from sleep, and cheeks flushed pink.
âhow bout this,â he bargained, leaning back down to peck your ankle and slowly up your calf. âwe take him out quickly, and then iâll bring ya right back here and let ya have yer way with me⊠sound fair?â
he watched as you feigned contemplation.
âcome on, look at that face,â he pointed to dog, who sat patiently at the foot of the bed, tail wagging.
ânever thought iâd get cockblocked by a dog, but, alas,â you sighed, trying your best to cover the grin on your face.
daryl bent over, shielding dog's ears. âhey! he can hear ya yâknow,â and there was so more hiding your grin, giggles escaping your lips in fit.
heâd never seen you move so fast after that, speedily throwing on a top that barely covered your ass and rushing to the front door.
âcome on doggy boy! your dad and i have a date, we gotta make this quick,â you mused loudly through the house, dog chasing after you.
he couldnât help but shake his head in laughter, following after his family blissfully. this was definitely his favorite place in the world.
sorry iâm so cheesy byyeeâ€ïž
#daryl dixon#norman reedus#the walking dead#daryl dixon smut#daryl dixon drabbles#daryl imagines#twd drabbles#daryl x reader#fem!reader#daryl smut#daryl dixon x reader#daryl twd#daryl dixon fanfiction#daryl fanfiction#twd daryl#the walking dead daryl#daryl dixion imagine#daryl x female reader#daryl drabbles#daryl x y/n#daryl x you#norman reedus smut#twd smut#twd daryl dixon#twd#twd fanfiction
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SAUDADE.
⧠PAIRING: gojo satoru x f!reader, geto suguru x f!reader | 3.7k words
⧠SUMMARY: canon au, set after geto leaves so lots of unresolved feelings, alternate between past and present, megumi and tsumiki cameo, satoru has a raging crush on you but you're blind, suguru also had a raging crush on you but you were still blind, slight angst bc canon jjk events, lots of longing on suguru's end, you're confused af, satoru PINES for you and shoko is so tired of him, but overall very fluffy
⧠RHEYA'S NOTE: will i ever publish the actual canon au? who knows. this fic is written in that same au but it's just a snippet of their lives. if you've read angel on my shoulder, just know that's an alternate ending of this au where reader dies lol. but this is very sweet bc you don't die !! you and satoru love each other lots but suck at showing it. happy valentine's day everyone <33
you glance at satoru's giddy smile, wariness creeping up your shoulders before turning to shoko. "what's wrong with him?" you ask, shifting slightly from where you're leaning against one of balconies of jujutsu high.
"who knows?" she sighs, eyes flickering up to glance at the snowy haired sorcerer just barely before they turn back to you. "ignore him."
"hey!" satoru huffs, walking closer to sling an arm around your shoulderâcasual, like it's something he doesn't have to think about. you grumble under the extra weight, shooting him a glare, but he's too busy smiling like he's up to something.
"soâŠ" he grins down at you, eyes shining and full of mischief. "know what day it is today?"
you blink at him, trying to scour your brain. "what's the date again?"
satoru gives you a blank stare, before sighing heavily. "god you're slow. it's february 14th, stupid."
"oh," you reply blankly, relaxing because it's nothing inherently important. "so valentine's day?"
satoru's smile comes back full forceâcheeky and blinding. "exactly! and when i went shopping today guess what happened?"
"what happened?" shoko asks boredly, shaking her head when she makes eye contact with you.
"well," he drags out the word, crossing his arms like he's pleased with himself. "i was walking along after picking up some sweets becauseâ"
"because you have an addiction," you supplement, and satoru pauses to glare down at you, reaching out to flick a long finger against your forehead.
"it's not an addiction! and don't interrupt me! anywaysâ"
you smother a smile that shoko mirrors.
"âi was walking and then these two girls came up to me all smiley. like they were giggling and shit, right?"
"uh huh."
"and they started going on and on about how i was the most handsome guy they've ever seen. and then they asked how come i was walking around by myself on valentine's day."
you blink, suddenly feeling a strange mix of interest and irritation.
"so i told them that it's not really my thing and that i didn't have anyone to celebrate with anyway. and then they said it was actually a crime that someone like me was single on valentine's day."
you have to suppress a roll of your eyes, though you're not sure why.
"so basically the moral of the story is that i'm extremely charming and super good-looking too! and that girls love me!"
he looks at you, eyes scrutinizing your expression as you glance at shoko, unimpressed.
"that's it? that's your crazy story?"
"well you guys always say i'm full of it when i call myself hot! now i have proof that it's a universal truth!"
"well we're not stupidâ" shoko rolls her eyes, hugging her arms to push away the cold as she leans against the railing. "âwe know you're freakishly hot. you're just obnoxious and we like teasing you."
"ugh." satoru rolls his eyes, huffing as he stretches his joints. "you guys are ridiculous. andâ"
he pauses, an odd expression crossing his face as he blinks in thought. then he's turning to you with the most smug smirk you've ever seen on him. "wait. you think i'm hot?"
you frown, lips parting in mild confusion. "huh?"
"that's what shoko just said. that you think i'm freakishly hot."
your brows shoot up, an unfamiliar rush of heat crawling up your skin. "but she said both of us! like it's just something that's obvious. i mean as long as you have eyes anyone can seeâ"
"oh so it's obvious, is it?" satoru's expression is oddly giddy, a pink flush settling high on his cheekbones.
you gape at him, suddenly speechless. you don't remember satoru ever having the ability to make you speechless before.
you can't comprehend the stirring in your chestâuncomfortable and unfamiliar.
"youâ" you scoff, reaching up to shove him away. "you're full of shit. doesn't change no matter how hot you are."
shoko has gone quiet, eyes darting between you and satoru with an uncharacteristic glint of curiosity. but satoru's gaze does not stray away from you, pearly whites on full display as he licks his lips. he doesn't say anything else, running his fingers through his hair.
"sure sure," satoru humsâpleased. "whatever you say."
you throw shoko an exasperated glare, and she shakes her head, though there is a shine of amusement in her eyesâlike she knows something that you don't.
"i mean, they were right you know?" satoru ponders, leaning back against the railing. "why aren't we doing something fun today? we used to go out and buy a shit ton of chocolate back whenâ"
he stops, expression going sour, before disappearing all together. there is a clear absence, one that the three of you notice but try not to linger on.
("valentine's day?" suguru had asked years ago, glancing down at you with a smile. "you like it?"
"definitely not," you reply, cheeks warming as you fiddle with the sugared churros in your hand, unable to look at him. "what's so great about a day where couples spend a shit ton of money on each other to make the rest of us singles feel miserable?"
a muted chuckle, and when you look up suguru's eyes are shining with mirth. "i'm sure you wouldn't think that if you weren't single."
"i guess," you huff, glancing at the sidewalk. your face feels like it's on fireâbut suguru has always had that effect on you. "not very likely to happen though."
the expression suguru throws you will linger in your mind until the day you die. "what do you mean?" he asksâincredulous, like you were speaking nonsense. he stops in his tracks, the busy streets bustling around him as you continue to walk.
you take a bite of your churro, glancing back at him with clear confusion. "huh? oh i just meant me dating someone is unlikely," you shrug, though suguru looks speechless, lips parted and eyes wide behind dark bangs.
"why on earth do you say that?" he asks, shoving his hands into his pockets. he seems to visibly shake off his initial shock to continue walking, and you patiently wait for him to rejoin your sideâhe does.
"i don't know," you say, somewhat bashfully because you don't usually talk about these things with him. "do you really think there's room for things like that in our lives?"
"do you?" he counters, and you're too busy formulating your answer to notice that he's oddly interested, eyes continuously darting over your face.
"i mean, it'd be great if there was," you ponder, taking another quick bite. "it'd be nice to be able to settle down with someone even after all the crap we've gone through."
"rightâŠ" suguru seems to nod along with you, matching your steps even with his longer stride.
"butâ" you stress. "considering that most of us are too traumatized or dead by that time, i don't have much faith."
you laugh at your own statement, but there isn't much amusement in it at all. putting it into words makes you truly realize how shitty your lives are even at such a young age.
your mind drifts to the cerulean eyed sorcerer who's currently off in a different city, being made to fight because he is god on earth in a seventeen year old body. it drifts to a brown haired girl who sits, secluded in a room as bodies are sent to her on a conveyor belt, her hands outstretched to feel blood and gore and horror day in and day out. then it drifts to the boy who is most like you, the one with the dark bangs who rationalizes this pain, this service you have devoted yourselves to with the need to do good for othersâbecause there is no other explanation for why you have to go through this.
the same boy who takes your answer in critically, eyes heavy with an oddly somber sheen. he doesn't say anything, thinking hard, and you focus on eating your churro because you've never once found silence with suguru to be uncomfortable.
you are halfway finished when he breaks it.
"wellâŠ" suguru's voice is oddly high, a tick of nerves that doesn't usually infiltrate his calm tone. "if there was room for it, what would a good valentine's day look like for you?"
you laugh, loud and unfiltered, and suguru's skin flushes at the sound.
"i don't know!" your laughter dies down into hushed giggles. "i can't think of anything. besides this is stupid as hell!"
"indulge me," he says quietly, and when you turn to look up at him he's staring at you deeplyâeyes hooded and smile gone. you suddenly feel oddly parched as heat crawls up your neck.
"umâ" you swallow, the churro in your hand forgotten as you glance at the sidewalk again. "i-i'm not sure. i've really never thought that much about it."
"would you want flowers?" he asks. you suddenly become acutely aware that his voice has gone lower, throaty and deep in a way that sends chills up your spine.
you shake your head quietly, somehow nervous to look at him. "it makes me sad that they die off in a few days. better to keep them planted than cut them for a bouquet."
a quiet huff of laughterâfond and nostalgic. "that's on par for you. very in-character."
you lick your lips, tasting the sugar from the treat in your hand. "i guessâŠmaybe i'd like chocolates?"
"chocolates?" suguru repeats, like he's surprised. you don't know why his reaction has you stumbling, but you shake your head quickly, appalled that you're even telling him this in the first place.
"i meanâit's not a big deal or anything! even just a small box of them would do! i don't really care anywayâ"
"i would've guessed you'd like a plushie or something along those lines." he hums, a small smile stretching across his face. there's a dust of color blooming across his cheekbones, and you think he looks unfairly charming.
"that's good too!" you reply, too quickly, before catching yourself and ducking your head. "i meanâŠi don't know. plushies are really cute. i think they'd be a cute gift."
there's a beat of silence, and when you look up suguru is smiling at you like you've just put the stars in the sky for him. he hums to himself, eyes darting around the streets and looking much more at ease than he did a few minutes prior. you find yourself unable to look away.
"what would you want?" the words escape before you can stop them.
"me?" he asks, tilting his head in mild surprise.
"yeah. what would you want for valentine's day?"
suguru blanches, gaze darting over your facial features with shocking speed. it lingers on your eyes, before flickering downward, then shooting back up. you're trying to trace them but they're too fast, and he shuts them before you can process anything. he keeps his eyes closed as you curiously await his answer.
to this day you don't quite understand what he meant.
"anything i can get," he answers with a rueful smile, shaking his head at you fondly. his eyes bore into yours with an intensity you've never seen before. "anything at all.")
a familiar voice tickles your ear amongst the silence even now, and you rub your palms together. you can feel satoru's gaze on you, trailing over your expressionâsearching, analyzing.
you let himâused to it.
"that's enough of that for now. plus don't the two of you have to go check on the kids today?" shoko asks, eyeing the two of you pointedly. her voice has a strain to it, one that you can only pick up because you've known her so long. but you're grateful for the change in subject as you glance at satoru, who checks his phone.
"ah shit. they should be back from school by now but we were supposed to pick up some groceries beforehand," he mutters under his breath before looking down at you. "you wanna head over there first and i'll go get some stuff?"
"sure," you reply, patting shoko's shoulder in farewell. satoru steps closer, digging into his pockets before dropping the apartment keys into your palm. he pushes his shades up the bridge of his nose, eyes trailing over your face like he's searching for something, and yet you can't make out what.
a beat of silence.
"d-don't forget to get some of those cookies tsumiki said she liked last time." you drop the keys into your bag and shrug off the odd feeling of this conversationâsomething strange that you don't feel like looking into because you're scared of what you'll find out about yourself.
satoru's eyes go soft, a mixture of somber and affectionate, and he smiles easily. "you got it." he reaches out to ruffle your hair, licking his lips as he heads for the door. "see you later."
you watch him go, and think that you'd rather have him by your side. but you keep that to yourselfâso used to sewing your mouth shut.
("which do you want?" you ask satoru, who peers at the shelves over your shoulder. his close proximity does nothing to you, but he seems oddly giddy when he glances at your side profile.
"hmm, the white chocolate," he answers, low and hushed, like it's meant only for you to hear. you can feel the energy radiating off of himâcan feel it shake your very soul.
"okay," you reply, reaching up for the box, but satoru beats you to it. he stretches up, towering over you and you shoot him an playful glare. he had gotten a growth spurt over the holidays and wouldn't let you forget it.
"aw this is so sweet of you," he teases, excited and all too pleased. you roll your eyes, hiding a smile.
"you're the one who's been bugging us for valentine's day chocolate."
"like it wasn't a good idea," he counters with a grin. "even if we're all single we should still get chocolate."
you snort in amusement, before turning to call out across the aisle. "suguru which one should i get you?"
the dark haired male meets your gaze, and the warmth of it sends a tickle through your stomach. he shakes his head with a gentle smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. "don't worry about it. you know i'm not big on sweets anyway."
you deflateâhe smiles at you like he's happy you asked.
"you can give me his share," satoru interjects with a playful smirk, pressing his palm into your shoulder. you shake your head in exasperation.
"no way. i'm still going to get him something." your eyes dart across the shelves, before you reach up and pull down a box of unsweetened chocolates, tied with a red ribbon. "this should be good."
satoru eyes the box, and you glance at him. "suguru would like these right?"
"yeah," he shrugs, before crossing his arms. "as long as they aren't crazy sweet. he hates sweet stuff."
"okay good. then i'll get him these!" your smile stretches wide, and it doesn't go unnoticed.
"you're being awfully thoughtful today," satoru comments. you look at him quickly, quirking a brow.
"well i can't just get you one. you're not my only friend." you shoot back.
satoru grins. "guess that's true."
his arm takes its position around your shoulder as you head towards the counter.
"you were really particular about getting suguru something though. any special reason?" he pipes up, and you immediately go still, looking at him as you try to bite back an uncharacteristic surge of panic.
"of course not! i got something for everyone. i even got shoko the rum and raisin chocolates." you say quickly, fighting the urge to crumble under satoru's implications. "besides this was all your idea anyway!"
you dig into your wallet, pulling out exact change and smiling at the cashier, who puts all of your chocolates into a bag. you decide you'll gift them later, when you're in the comfort of the dorm.
"okay let's leaveâ" you pause when you turn around, breath catching.
because satoru is staring at you, an odd expression on his face. there's something behind his eyesârealization mixed with another emotion you can't quite place.
you're not sure if the expression excites you or scares you.)
you don't expect tsumiki to be so excited when you push open the door. she bounds out of her small bedroom, practically tripping over herself as she chants your name over excited giggles.
"hey kiddo, how was school?" you smile as she throws her arms around your waist. you pat her hair, making a mental note to take her for a haircut sometime soon.
"good! my friends gave me some chocolates today!" she's giddy as she says this, and you smile playfully.
"oh yeah? any boys?"
she immediately flusters at your quirked brow and teasing grin. "of course not!"
you laugh, patting her head again as you take a seat on the couch. "okay okay! where's your brother?"
you don't see the dark haired nine-year-old anywhere. normally he'd be doing his homework at the kitchen tableâso much more diligent than you ever were at that age.
"he's in his room," tsumiki answers, and your eyes catch the sneaky bit of amusement in her face.
"doing what?" you ask curiously. she smothers a smile, shrugging.
"i'm not sure." she raises her voice to call out. "megumi! she's here!"
you can hear him grumbling down the hall, hear his little footsteps padding across the floorâaffection swells within you.
you think back to the day satoru dragged you to meet him, and you internally remind yourself to thank him.
"hey gumi." you offer the kid a smile, though it falters when you notice the way his hands are hiding behind his back even as he mumbles a quiet greeting in return. "what's wrong?"
"iâŠ" his voice catches, and you notice the heavy pink flush crawling up his neck and into his cheeks. "i just wanted toâŠ"
he trails off again, and tsumiki nudges him discreetly. "just do it!" she whispers, not all that quietly. your eyes dart between them in confusion, and megumi tries to sink into his sweater's collar.
"megumi what's wrong? are you okay?" there's a note of concern you can't keep from your voice, and tsumiki gently pushes him closer to you. "did something happen?"
"noâŠ" he mumbles, attempting to hide his face even more. "i just wanted toâŠgiveâŠ"
you blink owlishly. "give�"
megumi lets out an exasperated huff, brows pinching helplessly before thrusting his arms into your line of sight. "here!"
your lips part. in his little hands are a box of chocolates and a small stuffed bear.
"this isâŠ" you trail off, taking them from his hands.
"he wanted to give you something for valentine's day! to show you how much he appreciates you!" tsumiki interjects, practically bouncing on her feet.
"no i didn't! it's just chocolates stop making it sound like such a big deal!" megumi immediately snaps, glaring at his sister. you can practically see his cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you think you will never stop caring for this kid. there's a tickle of a distant memoryâsmall fists clenched around a backpack and deep green eyes that stare up at you in childish apprehension.
those same green eyes now sneak glances at you, assessing your reaction, and you decide to put him out of his misery.
"this is so sweet megumi. thank you!" you smile at him gratefully, touched beyond recognition. your heart swells with affection once more.
megumi shoves his hands into his pockets, a stubborn pout on his face that makes the fat of his cheeks look that much more endearing. "whatever, it's not a big deal."
tsumiki shoots him a glare, before turning to you with a wide smile. "he says that but he was really excited to get you something!"
megumi gapes at her, eyes going wide in betrayal before they narrow. "shut up! besides it was gojo-san who gave me the idea!"
you blink, before smiling somewhat gingerly. though there is a strange sort of satisfaction in you when you hear those wordsâthe mention of satoru's name. as detached as he tries to remain, you know all too well how much more there is to his character.
"i thought gojo-san would suggest flowers," tsumiki ponders, reaching out to squish the little bear before looking at you curiously. "aren't flowers a typical gift to get someone for valentine's day?"
you shrug, smiling carelessly. "i guess so. but i'm glad he didn't because i don't really like floweâ"
it hits you. echoes of a conversation that occurred many many winters ago. it washes over you, a refreshing tide that cools your skin and tickles your face.
of course, it made sense now that you thought about it. there were no secrets between satoru and suguru after all.
a chime cuts through the silence. you glance down at your phone to see a casual text from the snowy haired wonderboy who has been by your side since the beginning, and you can't help but smile.
i'll be home in a minute :P
a promise that has remained constant all these years.
so you type back.
hurry back. waiting for you.
you smile to yourself, heart thudding heavily against your ribcage. "hm."
tsumiki quirks a brow. "what?"
"nothing," you shake your head, wetting your lips as you reach down to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. she smiles at you, stars in her eyes, and you think you'll remember that smile forever. "i was just thinking."
"about what?" megumi can't stop the curiosity from seeping into his voice as he peers at you. you grin, gently patting his head with the bear plushie and laughing when he swats you away.
"valentine's day," you answer, smiling at them as you stand up to head to the door. you already know who's about to knock. "i was just thinking that it's not too bad of a holiday."
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Hello (â ââ áŽâ ââ âżâ ) Can I request Itadori, Geto, and Gojo getting "cuteness aggression" over their girlfriends? Like they want to bite her cheeks, pet her hair, suffocate her with cuddles, shower her with kisses, etc.! Thank you so so much, have a wonderful day/night! (â äșșâ  â âąÍâ áŽâ âąÍâ )
JJK MEN + CUTENESS AGGRESSION ËâżË
featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji x fem!reader
warnings. none, just them being lovesick for you tbh :>
note. hi anon, i'm so sorry for the super late update for your request :( i hope you like it! <33 i'm gonna be continuing the 1k milestone in a bit, just a few more requests đž
GOJO SATORU. gojo has this habit of nipping on your flesh, then sucking on them gently every time he looks at you â once, he made a bruise (a hickey) on your cheek. the male will not hide the fact that he's so in love with you, he just wants to put you in his pocket and takes care of you.
"baby, you're so cute, i can't help it," he gushes out, fondling your cheeks with his big hands before peppering your face with wet kisses.
with every kiss he plants, he sounds out a loud, "mwah!"
"'toru, stop that," you always try to tell him despite the big smile on your face â along with the soft giggle that escaped your throat every once in a while.
gojo just couldn't help it. something in him, just tells him that he should touch you. the giddy feeling he gets when he sees you just sitting, doing nothing. he always makes his way to you in a flash, just to either hug you tightly, squish your cheeks, even take a nip or two on your flesh.
"'toru, give me one reason why you're chomping my shoulder right now?" the male unhinged his teeth from your clothed shoulder and blinked innocently.
"'cause you're cute. give me a kiss," he then puckered out his lips slightly, swooping down to steal a kiss from your lips, "mmm, more," he spoke to himself â planting his lips to yours multiple more times.
gojo just can't help it, every time he comes over to visit you, or to pick you up for a date. he doesn't care no matter what make up or skin care you have latched on your face, he will nip on your flesh any time he gets to do it (every time).
GETO SUGURU. different than gojo, i feel like he will be more discreet about it in public. his fingers would gently squeeze your plump thighs, or your hips. but when you're both all alone â he will squeeze your cheeks, give you head pats, and just gush over his girlfriend.
"sugu, no more, my hair's a mess," you shooed his hand away from your head before patting down on the disheveled strands.
"'ts okay, you still look pretty," he gently grabbed your hand and put it down, and there his hand went. on your head, patting your hair here and there.
geto has this small habit of just â biting down on your finger when he holds your hand, your index, your thumb, your pinky. he just does it, out of the blue, and when you ask what he's doing, he just spews out about how cute and small your fingers are compared to his.
"sugu, no bite."
"baby, your finger is so small and cute," he chuckled, biting down gently onto your pinky.
"'ts not. it's normal â your fingers are too big," you reply back, pulling your finger out from being sandwiched by his teeth.
no matter how many times you tell him to stop, he does it again and again. and you just let him do whatever he wants.
ITADORI YUUJI. like gojo, he doesn't really care where he is or who's watching â even when he's talking with his friends or even gojo himself. yuuji's hand will find a way to pinch your cheeks, his eyes not even sparring at you. but his hands just maneuvers over to your skin.
like a stress ball. except, yuuji does it gently.
when he sees you, he becomes this extremely happy boy. hugging you tightly and just peppering kisses all over your face, his hands cupping both sides of your cheeks as he does that.
"my pretty girl," he kisses you on the tip of your nose, moving on to your cheeks and then your forehead, before eventually to your lips.
yuuji gets so giddy when he sees you wearing either lip gloss or lip stick, he turns into this fanboy and can't help but to give you a kiss or two on the lips â smearing his own with shades of red, pink, or glossy oil.
"is this a new shade, baby?" he asks, pointing at his lips â which had tints of dark pink.
you nodded, "it looks good on you."
"it looks better on you," he planted another kiss on your lips, "pretty," he glees out, biting your chin gently.
when he sees you in a new make up or outfit, he just gets so giddy at how adorable you look. he just has to praise you, hug you, kiss you, anything really as long as it's you.
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Bucky likes what he sees
Imagine Bucky goes out with the team for drinks, staying at the bar nursing on a drink while his eyes linger on the pretty girl in a red dress. Itâs like she wanted his attention, the material hugging her body perfectly while her hips sway, her head tilted back when she laughs at something her friend says. They lock eyes for a second, and God does he love that smile-Â
âWhy donât you go over and talk to herâ Sam nudged Buckyâs shoulder when he notices the pretty thing Buckyâs been eyeing, the girl equally flirty, giving him shy smiles every so often, âCâmon, sheâs into youâÂ
âKnock it offâ Bucky huffed, shaking his head and going back to his drink while Steve takes his turn to encourage his bestfriend.Â
âMaybe buy her a drink, see how it goesâ he offers but the deadpan look he gets back is enough for him to snort and raise his hands in defeat. Bucky is perfectly happy just watching, noting every dip and wine of her waist, her dress riding up ever so slightly with the movement of her body. His eyeâs narrow when he sees someone try to sneak their hands on her from behind, only to be turned down when she moved away.Â
However the guy doesnât seem to get it.
Heâs back again, this time trying to grab her with more force, pushing his hips against her ass.Â
Bucky doesnât like it.Â
Steve and Sam exchange knowing glances with each other when they see his jaw clench, the rest of the team also now quietly watching what the super solider would do. Nat and Tony noticed the sparkle of a diamond ring, huffing when she sees itâs on her ring finger.Â
âIsnât that a wedding ring? Whole ass rock on her fingerâÂ
âNever mind, I think sheâs marr-
Before they could say anything else, Bucky is on his feet, striding over to the dance floor, eyes locked on the man pawing at the doll that had his attention all night. Â
âDonât touch my wifeâ Bucky growled, shoving the man off, letting him stumble onto the floor, his voice dying down immediately when he noticed who was towering over him. He scrambled away without looking back while the rest of the team stayed frozen in place, jaws all on the floor, watching Bucky pull you into him with ease. He smoothed down the red material of your dress, walking you over to the bar where there was a bit more light, hardly noticing everyone staring at you both.Â
âYou okay, babydoll?â Bucky held your waist, looking you over, his fingers tracing over your face, his arm tightly hugging you.Â
âIâm okayâ You nodded, standing on your toes to peck his lips, your handâs resting on your husbands chest, nuzzling into him. âWondered how long youâd last just sitting thereâ You giggled while he smirked, kissing the top of your head.Â
âWell, I didnât do anything until someone touched youâ Bucky pouted in defense, making you melt over how protective he was.Â
âThank you for saving me Mr. Barnesâ you whispered while he looked down at you with heart eyes, taking your hand in his, placing a kiss on the ring that sat on your finger, the one that he spent months picking and designing just for you.Â
âWife?â Sam broke the silence while everyone else continued to look at you both in disbelief.Â
âOhâ Bucky blushed, blinking with owlish eyes, his baby blues pleading with you to take over because he doesnât know what to say. âThis-this is my wife, y/nâ He tried to bite back a shy smile but it was no use, his cheeks dusted pink, feeling giddy and fuzzy with you beside him.Â
âCome again. Wife?âÂ
âUh-yeahâ He tried to hide behind you through it was no use, his much larger and taller form still clearly visible.Â
âWhatâs terminator doingâ
âThis...this is the winter soldier everyone is so scared of..for fucks sake, are you trying to hide behind her?!â
âHow long has this little secret been going on forâÂ
âthryrsâ Bucky mumbled but no one else hears it except for Steve, given his enhanced hearing.
âTHREE YEARS?!âÂ
âSteve, I can explain-
âJAMES BUCHANAN BARNESâ
âTony-Â
âYOU BITCHâ
Bucky groaned, tucking his face into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, completely tongue tied. He was going to introduce you to the team at some point, he just didnât imagine it would be like this, he also didnât anticipate feeling this shy.Â
âYou know you can blink twice if heâs been holding you hostageâ Sam cackled at the way your 6ft soldier clung onto you, refusing to look at his friends, your hand gently patting his head, rolling your eyes at his antics.
âIf it helps, he talks about you all of the timeâ You smiled, only to have Bucky frown on the inside for you exposing him.Â
âNo, I donâtâ His muffled voice vibrated against your neck, reluctantly pulling away, âMaybe only about SteveâÂ
âUh huh, sureâÂ
âWell, as you can see, I didnât need to talk to her, sheâs already mineâ Bucky grinned, kissing your cheek, his mind now fully focused on bending you over on the dance floor but-Â
âYouâre not getting away that easily Barnes, sit down, weâll ask the questionsâ Tony stated, while everyone moved to one side, leaving the other side empty for you and Bucky.Â
âQuestion 1. Whatâs your full legal nameâ
âJames-
âLIARâ
âSteve-
âBitchâÂ
It was going to be a long night.Â
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sagau with the language barrier issue except... the creator is sick and tired of trying to ask for things so they do everything themself.
and it gives their followers mass anxiety bc they can't even ask what you're doing... bc they know they won't understand anything...
SUCH A GENIUS NARVI 10/10 GOOD WORK SORRY IM SUPER LATE BUT THIS IS *chefs kiss*
Like, that's literally how I feel like I first played Genshin LMAO
Also this has a cont. Part 2 at the bottom bc tumblr fucking hates me UPDATE I FIXED IT THANK FUCK
Paimon was like "and then we go to Mondstadt- ! NO, not Wolvendom, to Mondstadt! NOT THE THOUSAND WIND TEMPLE WITH ENEMIES OUT OF UR LEAGUE, ENTER MONDSTADT FOR THE FIRST TIME BEFORE U EXPLORE THE REST OF THE MAP!! >:("
SO MANY IDEAS YET SO LITTLE WRITING SKILL GUYS HELP-
Also warning this is ROUGH in terms of spelling and editing and im so sorry abt that! I have my art show today so you're welcome to come back if you want to see it a little more readable tomorrow lmao
Edit Update 4/6/23:
Revised and fixed all the bad spelling and grammar (hopefully) so make sure to give another read if you havent read the cleaned up version lol
I dont have a beta reader so its just me trying my best ok-
Everything was like kinda chaos tbh at first
WOW- MY FIRST 1,000+ NOTES POST??!?! U GUYS, WHAT ARE R YOU DOIN??!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! IM GLAD U GUYS ENJOYED IT SM!! Also look out for more encoded stuff in the future since i mentioned wanting to continue stuff like this + ARG stuff :) <3
Edit 9/7/23: 2,000+ NOTES?? THANK YOU???
Like u wake up under the Irminsul, and u think ur hallucinating a goddamn gacha game for like a solid 5 minutes, or ur lucid dreaming,Â
but once u actually took what felt like hours to process that u might actually be in fucking Genshin Impact-
Nahida came running from, somewhere?? Its kinda just very floaty dreamy in here so, unclear, sheâs beaming with a giddy little smile (đ)
Itâs⊠so much more than what her game model could manage.
I mean, you knew that, of course you did, but- to see the tiny goddess smiling in person, her cute chubby arms waving in the air, her cheeks all plump with baby fat from her excited smile, pretty green eyes that sparkle only in the way excited toddlers do-
It was justâŠwow. đ„ș
You canât help it, her sheer carefree excitement, exactly like a child but you know that she must be really overwhelmed with joy if shes letting herself act like that so blatantly, you feel ur muscles tug gently into a smile, you try to muffle it but ur happiness leaks out anyway
She's panting as she stumbles on short chubby legs to reach you.
After just staring at you with those big green clover eyes for a few seconds, she physically shakes her head to knock herself out of it,
Nahida places her hand over her heart, and bows elegantly, going back to looking at you with a small but bright smile, her voice is kind of quiet, muffled in a soft way, much like her game depiction,
âHzozn! R'ev yvvm dzrgrmt gl nvvg blf! R wrwm'g gsrmp blf dlfow wvhxvmw fmgro R dzh zg ovzhg z uvd gslfhzmw bvzih low!â *
âŠNahida begins to look a little concerned⊠her eyes get impossibly bigger.
âŠOh no.
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Nahida had apparently quickly spread the news that you canât understand them, but luckily it seems like all the characters still know you!
Alhaitham is pretty much a constant by your side, you knew he was vaguely studying linguistics in the akademiya⊠but that knowledge still didnât prepare you to be intensely stared at with his diamond pupils for hours. đ
Then heâd tap your shoulder or something, and you quickly picked up that he wanted you to just try and say something.
Then he would scribble for hours.
Turns out they can understand you about as much as you understand Teyvat language (s? You canât even tell if there are multiple languages, thatâs how unrecognizable this language is, damn)
The more extroverted or friendly people, like Venti, Yoimiya, Kazuha, Jean, Noelle, Amber, Xingqiu, Hu Tao, Zhongli, Ganyu, Barbara, Beidou, Collei, Ayaka, Gorou, Nilou
At least attempt to talk to you, and try very hard to watch what you gesture with your hands or body language
They're pretty much ready to play charades at all times for you lol
Interestingly enough, they only ever understood you when you typed in the chat (with other ppl)
But even then not immediately,Â
Sumeru scholars basically had to make a whole new department (regardless of how much you play with others) to decipher your ancient language (to them) like those old clay tablets with cuneiform weâre still translating?
Like that, your words appear in elemental magic heavy places (so like that abyss lang. Itâll appear on walls or structures, so like Andriusâ stone colosseum? in Wolvendom gained some of your chat replies inscribed and glowing a rainbow of colors on the top edges of the walls)
Much like the abyss language you see throughout genshin, most Teyvat scholars (across nations/internationally) agreed your language is the oldest form of language known!
Itâs like modern languages having roots in older ones, like English with Latin, greek, or German roots, or Sanskrit and the Prakrit for Hindi language today
âŠso of course no one really speaks the root languages anymore, because theyâre so old, so those ancestors who spoke those languages would have little to no understanding of their modern counterpartsâŠ
â
Occasionally if you turned your mic on for whatever reason there would be a gentle whisper on the winds in Mondstadt of your voice,
or your laugh in the waves washing ashore in Inazuma and Fontaine,
your startled noises or screams from battling bosses mixed with the landslides in the mountains of Liyue
So they know what you sound like, but that doesnât mean they understood your language :/
Nahida had been hoping that youâre actual physical form being here would help improve the language barrier
But unfortunately, those things remained the same, but at least you were physically here to talk to now and give more content for the scholars to study rather than them having to make do with your snippets of language from chats
âŠso needless to say, it took you a long time to realize they viewed you as a god of sorts.
You kind of knew something was up when at least two allogenes were by your sides at all times, or eremites would replace them if they really couldnât stick around
You figured they knew you werenât nearly as combatant-ready as they were at all times, hell you obviously didnât have a vision hanging off you somewhere, and you only really had a knife strapped to a belt, courtesy of the Thirty Corps
You are still kind of convinced that the people of Teyvat, or Sumeru at least, are just pretty polite (and in the allogenes case, very kind or friendly, even people like Alhaitham or Cyno, resting bitch faces they have, seem to soften a little when theyâre walking around with you⊠maybe youâre just imagining itâŠ)
And as much as you would love to wait until they understand you to do something more fun, as you can see the frustration on Tighnariâs face (and his ears try to flatten back hehe) as he looked like he was debating heatedly with some of the Sumeru sages who insist you stay in the city
âŠso why not go?
Itâs not like theyâre going to get it anytime soon, and itâs still too frustrating for yourself to charade things or draw things for them because you canât even hear their guesses đ
You can totally handle being like the traveler too,Â
You still have access to your inventory afterall! Plus, lucky for you, you still find a pass for the Serenitea Pot in your little pocket dimension!
So now you have somewhere to sleep at night, and while most of your stuff went to the travelerâs pack, the things like Primogems
(which.. Okay now you really want primogems bc theyre so pretty and shiny irl)âšïž
And other high-level things, or just objects of no use for the traveler (so basically all your hoarded level up stuff and infinite amount of weapons lol) came along with you
So you did have to wander the first week or so around the city and even commission the Adventurerâs Guild to grab you food supplies to cook with
Filling up, along with a few big waterskins, youâre off!
...and everyone collectively has a heart attack!
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When you show up in Ghandaraville essentially all ââšïžđâșïžâšïžâ on Tighnariâs doorstep-
He chokes on the tea heâd been sipping on before he opened the door lol
He looks a little frazzled so you try to just gesture with âcalm yourself small animalâ energy with your hands
âTivzgvhg Oliw! R'n- R- sld wrw blf-?! Mvevinrmw, xlnv rm, xlnv rm, ivhg! ...R mvvw gl hvmw z nroorlm ovggvih mld gl ylgs gsv vmgriv xrgb lu Hfnvif, gsv Zxgrmt Tizmw Hztv, zmw gsv Nzgiz nlhg orpvobâŠâ he began out looking at you and talking and gesturing to his small dining table (the game sucks, his house looks great and has lots of cool rooms filled with interesting plants⊠ooooâŠso pretty...)Â
But then he kinda just devolved into rambling, no need to understand, you can read the vibes and just know that's what he's doing lol
Collei eventually ducks in, and she looks a little panicked?
Sheâs quickly followed by Cyno, pushing past her to call out into the house,
His voice seems hard and stressed, looking at Tighnari, âGrtsmzir, szev blf hvvm gsv Tivzgvhg Oliw zmbdsviv, gsvb dviv hvvm xlnrmt gl Tszmwziezeroov ozhg-âÂ
Cyno stops and blinks.
Colleiâs mouth is slightly dropped open, she also just, blinks.
You blink.Â
Tighnari blinks tiredly, he looks like heâd rather be done for the day, you think.
The doctor sighs, and moves his head to nod towards the other dining seats.
â
Sumeru foods are so much better looking in real life, and theyâre so good too, your practically bloated by the end of dinner,Â
As a thank you, bc u cant say it obv, you just gesture for Tighnari to stay sitting, and he gives you a raised eyebrow and a suspicious ear twitch
But stays still, and you reach out to finally hit the eight-pointed star hovering over his, and all playable characters chests at all times.
Like you suspected, it brings up a holographic character menu, but rather than his full model, it kind of hovers in front of Tighnariâs face, replacing his old 3D model self with framing the real thing for a portrait just in front of his face
The poor Denro user nearly jumps a foot out of his chair as he looks in shock at your screen, you do the same âchillll boyâ gesture with your hands and press his shoulders for a second to remind him to not run off or panic
Cyno and Collei had done the dishes and put up leftovers, and are now standing behind Tighnari, watching with equally wide eyes,
â...Dszg ziv gsvb wlrmt gl blf?
Cynoâs voice is even deeper and quieter than usual, you feel goosebumps run up your spine
âZiv blf tvggrmt yovhhvw, Nzhgvi Grtsmzir?!â Colleiâs sweet voice is also hushed like sheâs witnessing something sacred, Tighnari gently shakes his head negatively in response, his shoulders shrugging,
âNzbyv? R uvvo... z orggov hgilmtvi, zmw nb Erhrlm rh zxgrmt fk zh dvooâŠâ
Though heâs replying, Tighnariâs eyes havenât once left your ancient magic? technology device? hovering in front of him,
and as he crosses his arms and squints to try and look closer at everything floating in front of him, you can see the childlike gleam of awe in his green eyes, (so cute) in fact, now that you glance up and look, both Collei and Cyno have the same quietly excited and fascinated sparkle in their eyes too
With a displeased sneer, you chuck his old level one bow into the material grinding spots, hope he wasnât attached to thatâŠ
Oh well, heâll like the new one better, afterall, with no characters, all your best weapons and artifacts are ready to use!
With a small smile of reassurance, you finally finish gearing Tighnari up, tap a miniature version of that 8-point star in the corner like an âXâ button, and it retreats like a classic TV setđș turning off into his chest, he startles but then carefully stands
You decide to just start making decisions bc its worked out so far ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
And grab his hand and haul him out into the forest, Collei letting out a surprised squeak, her and Cyno hurrying after
You reach the nearest clearing, and gesture at Tighnari like a bow and arrow firing, he gets it, and your glad he already trusts you, because he doesnât take long to summon his bow
He takes aim at a smaller tree about two cars length away
You can feel them all holding their breathe, as Tighnari charges it with Dendro, the arrowhead glowing, (it looks so cool and badass irl god you feel envious even tho ur already here-)
The ranger lets it fly, it streaks neon green, whistling through the air, it hits the tree-
and it fucking explodes.
Vines and leaves and the trees roots all rapidly swell like theyre filled with water, like it literally got hit by a superhero with plant powers, which, not that far off actually.
The green floating Dendro seeds make a ring around the tree its so full of elemental energy-
You give a wild grin, you still got it, hell yeah. >:)
Your grin widens as you look over at Tighnari, Collei, and Cyno
Cyno has a smirk lighting up his face, eyes eager, Colleiâs jaw has dropped and sheâs just frozen staring as the tree finally settles from the burst of the dendro powered arrow
âŠTighnari has lowered his bow, and his mouth is only slightly open, his ears perked straight up into the air, shaking with excitement? Happiness? Interest? You donât know how peopl-animal-hybrid ears work,
and you STILL cant talk to any of them to ask what they thought, so looks will have to do >:/
Tighnari is the first to move, his head snapping over to look at you, the brightest, kinda feral tbh, smile taking over his face-
âBlf pmld, dv xzm'g fmwvihgzmw blf, zmw blf fh, bvg R xzm'g dzrg gl hvv dszg rm gsv dliow blf'iv tlrmt gl wl mvcg. Blf'iv znzarmt."
⊠and you just đ? Cool!
And give a thumbs upđLMAO
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Bonus:
Alhaitham was literally running around Sumeru City trying to find you when you left, tho you did try and leave a translatable-in-3-to-5-business days-note, he didnât have time to translate that because you were gone.
Or worse, lost in the city, and he would never forgive himself if he lost you, esp as Acting Grand Sage-
Kaveh got a letter a day and a half later from Tighnari letting them know you were having a sleepover in Ghandarvaville lol
Kaveh also had to hunt down Alhaitham to give him said news, then force his roommate to go sit or lay down for the rest of the day to recover lmao
(Haitham honestly kinda freaked Kaveh out bc heâs never seen him that... desperate, it was like seeing a statue emote lol)
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ARE YOU KIDDING WE ALMOST HIT LIMIT AGAIN?!
Bro has anyone else had this problem???
I literally had to switch from PC to mobile and copy and paste it there to get all my shit in and tumblr not throw a hissy fit???!!!
FUCKING TUMBLR- SUCK MY BIG FAT- đčđč UGH
ANYWAYYYY SO I FINALLY CAVEDÂ
And started doing ciphers for when you dont get teyvatâs language! I meant to do something fun like this for awhile but I wasnât sure if that would be kind of annoying, but if youâre interested in learning what they actually say (which the whole point of this is that dw it doesnt rlly matter lol) hereâs a hint:
*hint = Atbash
:> good luck!
Wish me luck on my art exhibition today!! Then Iâll be homefreeeee đ
Safe Travels,
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⥠the beloveds âĄ
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See, with this newly revealed information for Sage and Aurora's friendship, love it btw, how did Shadow and Aurora's first date go? Who asked who? Where did they go?
I'm so happy to hear you're a fan of the Luminescent Ladies! đ€© The first date was very casual, but a hit! Shadow is the one who asks Aurora out and they go to a cafĂ© and end up spending hours together.
Since I've never fully written out the full Shadora story, bits and pieces of it exist here on my blog but sometimes the details change. But here's a very rough version of how I envision their first date going:
(If you're familiar with my story, you can skip the text in blue)
Shadow has spent the last several decades taking odd merc jobs in deep space in the hopes that he'll run into the woman he fell for years ago, but he never finds her. Rouge eventually convinces him to head back "home," and since he's never failed a goal before he decides he has to replace it with a new one: Get to know and enjoy the planet Maria always wanted to visit. So he heads back and that's where he meets Aurora (she does not know him yet, as she meets him later in her life via time travel). He's pretty certain Aurora is the woman who saved him years ago, but since she doesn't seem to know him he thinks maybe she's been reincarnated or something, he isn't sure. He wants to know her better and find out.
Since Shadow's new goal is to better acquaint himself with the planet he abandoned decades ago and since Aurora knows her hometown like the back of her hand, the two decide that she will be his guide (his 'guiding light' if you will đ ) around town. (Shadow doesn't need one. He's the ultimate life form; he's plenty fine exploring on his own. But he considers this an opportunity to do some recon to get to know her better). It mostly starts fairly professional even though Aurora does flirt with him a lot (she can't help it, just look at him!) but Shadow quickly becomes fond of her, and he decides he wants to pursue her romantically.
As they are going to bid each other goodbye after one of their tours, Shadow asks "You have a recommendation for every kind of activity in this town, correct?"
A: "Yeah! What is it you're looking for next?"
Sh: "Something... romantic, but humble. Where one might go for a first date."
And at first Aurora is internally thinking "Dang, so he is interested in somebody." But she dismisses that thought because it's none of her business who Shadow spends his time with.
She's gotten to know him a bit by now so as she's pondering ideas she's taking into consideration that he doesn't like loud, busy scenes and would likely enjoy somewhere more intimate, and she remembers him mentioning that he likes coffee. So she suggests this quaint little café that's on the edge of town.
He says "Very well" and surprises her by taking her hand and asking "Would you accompany me there tomorrow afternoon?"
She's shocked but enthusiastically agrees. He offers to "pick her up" at her house so they can go together, but since even as an adult Aurora still lives at home with her parents, she knows that if Sonic answers the door he will be very wary and likely follow them to see what's going on. She doesn't want the date to go awry before it's even happened lol So she convinces Shadow that she'll just meet him at the café.
Aurora is VERY nervous as she has basically no experience dating. She's only had a "boyfriend" once when she was a very little kid and that was really more of just a crush when she was too young to be dating anyway. She also has no idea why Shadow would be interested in her because she thinks she's pretty boring compared to him. (She even briefly thinks "Oh no, what if this is a prank!?")
But upon meeting him at the café he makes it very clear this is a date, bringing her flowers and being a real gentleman by getting her chair for her and all that jazz. Initially she is super self-conscious but Shadow quickly makes her feel really giddy (Ex: SH: "Wow, you look-" A: "Too bright?! I can tone it down! I just have to bend the light to make my clothes darker-" SH: "I was going to say 'lovely'. Please, don't dull your light for me." A: *Can't help but glow more*)
She very quickly gets swept off her feet haha.
They end up losing track of time and even continue to hang out on the outdoor patio after the place has closed and enjoy the sunset together. Before he gets the chance, Aurora over-enthusiastically asks if Shadow would like to have a second date with her and he warmly says yes.
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For the record, I'm always open to y'all's ideas of how Shadow and Aurora's first date would go down. If you want to write your own version of their date and it's completely different, I'd still love to read it :)
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Hi how are you, please can you do something with Pau Cubarsi and just something super sweet and fluffy x
Blush and Bliss~Pau Cubarsi
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i enjoyed writing this so much. enjoy <3
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Itâs a Friday night, and y/n finally convinced Pau to do a self-care evening with her. He was hesitant at first, but with after a little pleading and a playful pout, he caved, laughing as he said, âAlright, princesa, whatever you want.â
She set up everything in the bathroom, laying out face masks, lip masks, and even some under-eye patches. Pau looks at it all with wide eyes, a bit overwhelmed. âAre we really putting all of this on my face?â he asks, raising an eyebrow.
âYes, and youâll love it!â she insisted holding up a fluffy headband. âNow sit down, handsome. This is going to be so relaxing.â
He chuckles, sitting on the edge of the tub. âIf you say so. But only because my princesa wants to pamper me.â He lets her put the headband on, holding back a laugh as she adjust it to keep his hair out of his face.
"you look so cute" she pinched his cheeks, making him roll his eyes playfully, opposite to the blush that found its way on his cheeks
She started by applying a hydrating face mask to his skin, and Pau sits still for about ten seconds before leaning in, trying to steal a kiss. âAh-ah,â she denys, pushing him back gently. âWe canât mess up the mask, Pau! Give it a few minutes.â
He pouts, feigning offense. âYouâre so cruel,â he teases. âHow am I supposed to sit here with you looking so cute and not kiss you?â
y/n laughs slightly, rolling her eyes. âYouâll survive. Let me just finish applying the mask.â Once itâs on, she grabs two pink lip masks, handing one to him. âOkay, now this one goes on your lips.â
Pau examines the lip mask with curiosity. âItâs⊠pink,â he says, chuckling. âAre you sure this is going to make me look good?â
âOf course!â she grins, peeling the backing off and helping him place it on his lips. âYouâre going to be the most radiant man in Barcelona.â
He tries to speak but remembers the mask and just gives her an exaggerated thumbs-up, making her giggle. Then she puts on her own lip mask, sitting down beside him.
y/n sits there, scrolling through her phone, showing him funny memes and videos, and heâs trying to laugh without moving the mask. But after a few minutes, he scoots closer, eyes twinkling with mischief. She narrows her eyes at him. âPau⊠donât even think about it.â she mumbled under the mask
He feigns innocence, his eyes wide. âThink about what, cariño?â he said, his mask slipping a bit.
She gives him a playful glare. âYou know what. No sneaking kisses. We need these to stay put.â
He pouts again, mumbling through the mask, âYouâre so mean.â Then he adds in a dramatic tone, âIâm suffering, and you donât even care. I just want one little kiss.â
âPatience,â she giggles. âGood things come to those who wait.â She pats his cheek, and he sighs, pretending to be heartbroken.
Eventually, the time is up, and y/n gently peels off the lip and face masks. Pau watches her carefully, his green eyes watching intensely every detail of her face as she gently helped him remove the masks.
He eagerly waited for her to finish so he can finally close the distance between them. y/n leaned in to inspect his face, admiring how soft his skin looks.
âThere,â she say with a satisfied smile, running a finger along his jaw. âYou look radiant, Pau. How do you feel?â
He grins, reaching up to touch his cheeks. âLike Iâm glowing. Guess my princesa knows what sheâs doing.â
She's about to respond when he suddenly grabs the back of her neck and pulls her close pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. y/n laughs against him, feeling the warmth of his hands and the giddy happiness bubbling up in her chest. He pulls back with a mischievous grin. âFinally!â he says. âYou have no idea how hard that was.â
She giggles, resting her forehead against his. âYou survived. And now youâre all soft and pampered.â
He raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed with the results. âI hate to admit it, but you might be onto something with this self-care thing.â
âSee?â she said in a teasing tone. âNext time, you wonât even need convincing.â
âNext time?â he laughs, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap. âOnly if it means I get more time like this with you.â He brushes his nose against hers, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. âAnd maybe a few more of those kisses.â
She smiles, brushing a thumb over his bottom lip. âYouâre lucky youâre cute, Pau. Otherwise, Iâd make you wait even longer.â
âOh, so Iâm cute now?â he teases, his eyes gleaming with mischief, although his cheeks had turned into the darkest shade of red. âYou didnât seem to think I was cute when you were pushing me away earlier.â
y/n laughs at his words playfully rolling her eyes. âYes, yes, youâre adorable. But letâs go finish our self-care night with some popcorn and a movie. I promise no more masks, just you, me, and maybe a blanket fort.â
He lights up at the idea, taking her hand and tugging you toward the living room. âThat,â he says, squeezing her hand, âsounds perfect. As long as I get to hold my princesa the whole time.â
The two of them end the night snuggled up in a cozy blanket fort, laughing, sharing popcorn, and stealing plenty of kissesâface masks no longer in the way.
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hey there! heard you were looking for some Logan fluff ideas. What about something where Loganâs significant other is pretty much his opposite. They are super happy, and like to laugh, they are really short compared to him, that sort of thing. And taking inspo from jenna marbles, what if the reader likes to sit there at like 1 or 2 in the morning watching tiktoks that make them laugh so hard theyâre crying, and Logan will walk into the room and be confused until they show him some random, dumb tiktok. And he just kind of shakes his head but sits there with them while they continue to laugh at more tiktoks. Iâm thinking Deadpool 3 Logan cause heâs the most serious out of any Logan. Thoughts?
Headcanons of Logan taking interest of his S/Oâs tiktok fyp
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Logan Howlett x Reader
A/N: Hi @welcometochilis585 !! Loved your thoughts and hoped you don't mind me using my own favorite tiktok trend right now which is the Daniel Larusso glazing Mr. Miyagi videos since it's been on my fyp and all I do is keep laughing every time I see it!
If you guys arenât aware of the tiktok trend, I highly suggest you check it out on tiktok! Itâs so funny and itâll help make you understand the humor behind the fic! :)
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First of all, you were an entirely different person to your boyfriend.Â
He was such an old man that carried some of the following personalities: unenergetic, downbeat, and grave.Â
It was reasonable for people to wonder how the two of you became an item, but hey!Â
Opposites can attract!Â
Especially when it comes to height.Â
He was around 6â2, constantly towering your short built
That was one of the things he found cute about you
How a joyful and energetic person could run around for him to tower with his opposite energy and still be their same self.Â
Another thing he secretly liked about you was your uncontrollable laughter, laughing about anything and almost everything.Â
One time when Wade was throwing a party and invited everyone to come over, he once told you he was on a seafood diet.Â
âIâm on a âsee-foodâ diet. I see food, and I eat it. Itâs surprisingly effective!âÂ
You started giggling as if youâve heard Wadeâs best joke, even if it wasnât.Â
Logan just watched you giggle, trying to keep a straight face.Â
But what he had a hard time finding funny for a while were the things you were watching on your phone, specifically on Tiktok.Â
At first, they were just moments by the couch when youâd start laughing at your phone and Logan, sitting beside you, would look over to your view and see nothing but people making weird faces and actions.Â
âBFFRâ (Be fucking for real) was what came out of your mouth after watching some videos and Logan would just raise an eyebrow to himself, trying to decipher what you just said
The breaking point for Logan when he couldnât help but want to know what was making his girl laugh more than his own regular old man jokes was when you started watching more tiktoks on your phone at night before sleeping.Â
While Logan was trying to sleep, you were still up at 2 in the morning, swiping from video to video, still giggling like you werenât tired to sleep yet.Â
You were watching the recently viral âCobra Kai Daniel Larusso Glazing Mr Miyagiâ videos that were taking your fyp by storm.Â
The current video you were watching included the latest viral addition to the trend that had the chaotic âGET OUT!â meme included after Larusso would mention Mr. Miyagi that made you howl like a maniac, followed by heavy laughter.Â
Logan shot up from the bed, turning over to see you scrolling through the comments of the video. He looked really pissed. Not because you were keeping him from sleeping, but because he still couldnât understand what was so funny. He wanted in.Â
âWhat the hell is that, darl?âÂ
âOh, sorry babe, was I too loud?âÂ
âNo, I wanna know what the hell is so funny. Can you at least try to explain to me your little tiktoks?âÂ
You sat up, with a giddy smile, scooching closer to Logan. âHave you seen the Karate Kid movies from the 80s?âÂ
âYeah, ages ago.â
âWell thereâs a reboot television show called Cobra Kai with some of the same characters from the movies and in the show, people have noticed that Daniel Larusso keeps glazing Mr. Miyagi every time he has the chance and on tiktok, people have been making edits where every time Larusso says Mr. Miyagi, thereâs this funny âGET OUTâ audio thatâs included after which just makes the theory that Danielâs somehow heads over heels with him.âÂ
Logan looked at you with a concentrated face. You were hoping he somehow got it, but with the silence ongoing, Logan only seemed to have gotten confused with one tiny bit of your explanation.Â
âRight, but whatâs a glazing?â
You bursted out laughing over a simple question. âLogan!â
âItâs basically to over praise or over compliment someone, and in this case, itâs over Mr. Miyagi.â you explainedÂ
You continued watching more of the mentioned tiktoks, teaching Logan how funny it was to you and how the repeated comments such as âStroke it Daniel-sanâ and âHai Daniel-sanâ would constantly make you laugh still, even after watching the same tiktoks with the same comment sections.Â
Logan kind of understood the humor behind the viral videos now, but he still just sat shaking his head as if he was watching the same videos all over again while you continued laughing your ass off and reading the comments after each video.Â
But at the end of the night, as you both settled into the bed all snuggled up together, the soft glow of the screen flickering in the dark, he found himself more captivated by your laughter than the videos themselves. You were curled up next to him, eyes sparkling with delight, as another clip played. He couldnât quite grasp the humor the way you did, but it didnât matter. The way your laughter bubbled up, pure and unfiltered, made his heart warm.
As you laughed, he couldnât help but smile, soaking in the sound and the sight of your joy. It was infectious, and he loved seeing you so happy, your laughter filling the room with an energy that was impossible to resist. When the video ended, and the room grew quiet again, he realized that watching you enjoy yourself had been the best part of his night.
Later, as you both drifted off to sleep, he found himself replaying those moments in his mind, a content smile on his lips. He didnât understand the jokes, but he didnât need to. Seeing you so carefree and full of life was all the reason he needed to be happy.
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CHAPTER FOUR ââ Caged Bird
â â pairing: hopkins!paige x oc (dani callan)
â â word count: 6.9K
â â warnings: literally just outright homophobia w a slur (sorry), conversion therapy, religious guilt, daniâs just super fuckin depressed, too damn long to proofread
â â links: my masterlist, take me to church masterlist
â â authorâs note: here is where you can learn more about conversion therapy. believe it or not, this is still a fucking problem in the US today, as an estimated 20,000 minors are subjected to it yearly i believe. just because instances of it are included in this does NOT by any means mean that i condone it. one of my friends actually went through something similar for a little while and itâs so fucked up. if anything, this is to bring awareness of the fact that shit like this is still happening!!!!!!
MAY 2019
DANIELLE CALLAN has never felt more content in her life. The soft morning lights spill through the blinds, casting golden stripes across her bedspread. She stretches lazily, her body still buzzing happily from last night. Everything has finally fallen into place. She and Paige finally said itâfinally admitted their feelings, after all the years of hiding behind jealous stares, half-hearted jokes, and touches that lingered far too long to be deemed friendly.
Paige left earlier this morning, ready to catch her flight thatâll take her away for the rest of the summer. But even the distance canât dampen the giddiness Dani feels, all over, almost like sheâs caught some sort of illness that has her body and mind repeating Paige, Paige, Paige over and over again. She lays in bed, replaying when Paige she kissed her on the porch, when she kissed her goodnight, when she kissed her good morning, when she kissed her goodbye. Her mind glazes over as she remembers the blonde whispering âI love youâ into her ear like it was a secret only they were allowed to share. It all felt so right, so natural, like theyâve always meant to be together in that way.
Dani pulls her phone from the nightstand, grinning at the last text Paige sent her, the one sheâs been glancing at all morning.
Paige â€ïžâđ„
Boarding now. I love you
Can i call you when I land
Dani â€ïžâđ„
ofc you can
i love you too have a safe flight â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„!!!!!
Dani holds her phone to her chest, cheeks blooming pink, a smile spreading across her face. Itâs real now. All of it. For the first time, she doesnât have to pretend, doesnât have to wonder if Paige feels the same way. The uncertainty is gone, replaced by a warmth that makes her feel like sheâs floating.
Reluctantly, she swings her legs over the side of the bed, knowing she has to get up. She pads over to the window, trying to pul the curtains open a bit more, eager to let the light flood in. However, it seems as though theyâre jammed, and, after a poor fight on her part, Dani sighs, rolling her eyes and letting the curtains stay closed, engulfing the room in darkness.
Nevertheless, sheâs still smiling as she heads downstairs, the scent of coffee wafting through her nose, the faint sound of the TV playing in the living room registering. Her dadâs probably watching his usual morning news, she figures. She feels lighter than air as she bounces down the steps, a pure happiness thatâs been harder to come by recently.
But as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, something about the atmosphere seems to shift. Daniâs stomach flips anxiously; the air feels heavy all of a suddenâthick. She pauses, her hand resting on the banister as she peers into the living room. Her dad is sitting in his usual spot on the couch, but something seems differentâoff. Heâs hunched over, elbows on his knees, his phone in his hand. The TVâs on, but the volume is low, almost as if itâs been forgotten.
Not to mention that her dadâs expression isnât what Daniâs used to seeing. Thereâs no relaxed, Saturday-morning ease in the way he sits. Instead, his face is set in a rigid, tense mask, his jaw clenched so tightly Dani can see the muscles in his neck straining. His eyes are fixed on his phone, unmoving, and thereâs a darkness in them that makes her want to go right back up to her room.
âDad?â Daniâs voice is cautious, her lighthearted mood evaporating as she takes a few tentative steps forward. âYou okay?â
He doesnât answer. He doesnât even look at her. Itâs odd. Usually, heâd greet her with some offhand remark or ask about her plans for the day. But now, thereâs nothing. Just silence.
Daniâs unease grows, her inside twisting with unfamiliar dread. She steps closer, trying to get a better look at him. âDad?â
Finally, he looks up. His eyes meet hers, and the expression on his face is enough to make her swallow thickly, unsure how to feel. He looks at her angrily, coldly, and it sends a jolt through Daniâs chest.
He says nothing at first. Instead, he simply turns his phone around, showing her the screen. At first, she canât make out what sheâs looking atâjust a video, playing on a small square of the screen. But then her heart plummets into her stomach as she recognizes what exactly is being filmed. The porch. Her and Paige. Last night.
Her breath catches in her throat as she watches the footage. There Dani is, fumbling with her keys while Paige kisses her neck, whispering those three words that meant everything. The video captured it allâthe giggles shared between them, the way Dani turned around and pulled Paige in for another kiss, savoring it. This moment that was meant to be just theirs, is now playing out in front of Daniâs fatherâs eyes.
Fuck. Dani should have realized, should have remembered. They have a Ring doorbellâit takes footage of any movement near it. But she was drunk and stupid and in love and sheâd forgotten. And now, by the look on her dadâs face, sheâs about to pay for that.
Her mouth goes dry, her heart hammering in her chest as she looks up at her father. Heâs still holding his phone out, eyes smoldering with an anger that makes her feel like she canât breathe.
âDad,â she whispers, voice barely audible. âI can explainââ
âWhat the hell is this, Danielle?â he interrupts, his tone low, the kind he only uses when heâs really, really angry. It makes her flinch.
She opens her mouth, but words donât come. What can she say? How can she possibly explain something sheâs barely had enough time to process herself?
Her dad stands abruptly, his movements sharp and filled with barely restrained rage. âYou think this is acceptable? In my house? Under my rules? IâI donât know what happened. Youâve always been a good girl. Danielle, you have a relationship with Christ! How could you do this? How could you throw everything Iâve given you, everything Iâve done for you, everything God has done for you for⊠for this?â He shakes the phone in his direction, his voice rising. âFor this disgusting, sinful bullshit!â
Dani recoils like sheâs been slapped, the weight of his words pressing down on her. The thoughts that sheâs pushed to the back burner of her mind echo quietly, agreeing with her father. Itâs wrong. A girl loving another girl is wrong. Sinful. But the part of her mind thatâs taken over, the one that thinks about the blonde basketball player day and night and canât help but think about how right it felt to be with Paige in that way, fights back. âIâI can explain, I swearââ she starts, but is quickly interrupted.
âExplain what?â he spits, face twisted in disgust and disappointment. âThereâs nothing to explain, Danielle. I saw it. I saw youâkissing that girl. Paige.â He says her name like itâs some kind of poison, and it makes Daniâs chest constrict. âI knew something was off about that friendship. You think I havenât noticed how you two are always together, always too close?â
Tears well up in Daniâs eyes, her whole body tensing in a panic. âItâs not like thatââ
âDonât you dare lie to me,â he snaps, eyes flaring. âI saw what I saw. And I wonât tolerate this⊠this perversion under my roof.â
The tears begin to pull over now, Daniâs chest heaving as she tries to fight the sobs that rip through her. âDad, pleaseââ
âYouâre not seeing her again,â he cuts her off, his voice final, cold. âI donât care how long youâve been friends. I donât care that youâve known her since you were kids. I donât care that sheâs our next door neighbor. Whatever that is, itâs ended. Now.â
Dani shakes her head frantically, panicking, tears falling faster. âYou canât do that!â she shouts, voice cracking. âPlease, Paige isâsheâs my best friendâpleaseâweâ
âNo!â he yells over her, vocals booming around the room. Dani flinches, her body trembling as she wraps her arms around herself. âYou will not see her again. You wonât even go near her. Do you understand me?â
âDad, please, just listenââ
âI said, do you understand me?â he repeats. âThis is not up for discussion, Danielle. Sheâs a bad influence, aââ he hesitates, and then with a sneer that makes Daniâs stomach churn, he hisses, âSheâs a filthy fag, and I wonât let her corrupt you any more than she already has.â
His words hang in the air like a death sentence, and Daniâs world tilts on its axis. It feels like the floor has been ripped out from beneath her. Sheâs never heard her father speak like this, never seen such venom in his voice. Of course sheâs known heâs homophobic; heâs made off handed remarks every now and then, says things about how âthose peopleâ are disappointments to God. But this? The way heâs looking at herâitâs like sheâs a complete stranger to him. Like he doesnât even recognize his own daughter anymore.
The sobs break free through Daniâs chest and her hands shake as she covers her red-rimmed eyes with them. âDad, please,â she begs, though she knows itâs probably useless at this point. âPlease donât do this.â
But her fatherâs expression doesnât soften. If anything, it grows harder, colder. âGo to your room,â he says through clenched teeth. âIâll deal with you later.â
Dani looks up at him, her vision blurred with tears. âDadââ
âI said, go to your room!â he practically roars, and the sheer force of it makes her stumble backward toward the stairs, body shaking.
Her heart is in her throat and sheâs trembling uncontrollably as she turns and runs up the steps, her sobs echoing in the otherwise silent house. She barely makes it to her room before collapsing onto her bed, her face buried in her pillow as she lets her tears free fall.
Everythingâs ruined. Her dad hates her. Heâs seen everythingâand now he hates her.
And PaigeâŠ
Dani canât even let herself think about that. How, just hours ago, she had everything, andâwithin minutesâit all slipped between her fingers.
And now all Dani can feel is shame.
JUNE 2019
The campâif thatâs what you could call itâisnât the kind of summer camp Dani expected when her father first mentioned it to her. No, this place isnât about hikes or bonfires or sâmores. Itâs something else entirely.
They call it a âchurch camp,â but it didnât take long for Dani to realize what it really is. Conversion therapy, as simple as that. A way to âfixâ her, to cleanse her of her sins.
The camp is deep in the woods, secluded and quiet, the kind of place where no one would hear you scream, where no one would notice if you disappeared for a few months and come back changed. The other girls and boy here are like Daniâat least, thatâs what sheâs been told. Theyâve been sent here to be âcured,â to be saved from the deviance inside of them, the sickness that led them astray from Godâs light.
At first, Dani tries to resist. She fights it, mentally at least. The idea that something so integral to herâloveâcould be a disease was unthinkable. She thinks of Paige, her best friend, her first love, and tries to remind herself of the warmth, the joy, the rightness of it all. Paige always made her feel seen. Safe. Loved. How can any of that be a sin?
But as the weeks drag on, the messages seep in, and, slowly but surely, Daniâs defenses erode. The camp counselorsârigid, strict men and women with eyes that seem to stare straight into your soulâspeak of salvation and sin in the same breath. They quote scripture, twisting it into something Dani never heard before, making her feel like her very existence is a rebellion against God.
They say the attraction she feels for Paige is a temptation, a test from the devil himself. That her love isnât love at all, but lust, base, and immoral. Every day, they hammer this message into her through sermons, through private âsessions,â through exercises designed to break down her spirit, to rebuild her into someone who can conform, who can be pure again. They say theyâre just trying to help her.
The forest surrounding the camp becomes a symbol of her isolation. The trees loom tall, casting long shadows over the compound, as if the very earth is trying to swallow her whole. Thereâs no escape, no outlet. Daniâs never felt more alone in her life. She wants to cry, to scream, to run, but thereâs nowhere to go. No one to turn to.
Her days become a blur of routine and control. They take everything from her. Her phone, her freedom, her identity. She isnât allowed to speak of Paigeâhell, she isnât even allowed to think of Paige without facing repercussions. They watch her closely, scrutinizing every move, every glance, every word, looking for any sign of weakness, any sign that she hasnât fully accepted the âtruth.â
Some days are easier than others. On the good days, Dani finds herself almost numb, going through the motions, letting the words of the counselors wash over her without sinking in. But on the bad days⊠the bad days are hell. On the bad days, the guilt is so overwhelming that she can hardly breathe. Sheâll lay in her cot at night, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts she canât quiet. Maybe theyâre right. Maybe I am sick. Maybe Iâm not supposed to feel this way. Maybe⊠maybe Paige will be better off without me. Maybe Iâll be better off without Paige.
The worst part is that she can feel herself changing. Slowly, bit by bit, the person sheâs always beenâDani, the girl who loves photography, the girl who loves to write, the girl who love Paigeâslips away. In her place, thereâs⊠someone else. Someone whoâs afraid. Afraid of herself. Afraid of the world. Afraid of God.
There are moments, brief as they are, when Dani finds herself alone, sitting on the edge of the lake that borders the camp. The counselors allow âreflection timeâ out there, a chance to sit in nature and contemplate Godâs will for their lives. Dani doesnât feel Godâs presence out there, though. Instead, she feels only emptiness. The lake, still and dark, mirrors the hollow ache in her chest, the ache that started the day her father found that video and had only grown since then.
She thinks of Paige during those moments. She canât help it. Paigeâs laugh, her smile, the way her fingers would brush against Daniâs hand when they were alone together. She thought of the way Paigeâs voice had cracked, just slightly, when sheâd said, âI love you,â as if it had been too heavy, too important, to carry without breaking.
And then the guilt would come rushing back in like a tidal wave, drowning out the memory of Paigeâs touch. This isnât right. Iâm not supposed to feel this way. The counselors make sure of that. They drill it into her head day after day until she begins to doubt every thought, every feeling, every memory she has of Paige.
The uncertainty is the worst part. At night, lying in her narrow cot, Dani closes her eyes and tries to remember how it had felt to be with Paige. How, just a few short weeks ago, her heart had been so full of love that it felt like it might burst. But now, those memories feel like they belong to someone else, like theyâre fading away, replaced by a gnawing doubt that maybeâjust maybeâwhat she felt isnât love at all.
The isolation gnaws at her. Daniâs faithâwhich, despite everything, was pure beforeâhas become tainted, almost like sheâs trying to crawl away from itâor at least, trying to crawl away from the twisted version of faith that the camp preaches. They tell her that God loves her but only if she can repent, only if she can reject the âunnatural desiresâ that have led her down this dark path. They tell her that true salvation means giving up everything sheâs ever known, including Paige.
They donât just want her to stop loving Paige. They want her to stop being herself.
But the hardest part is, after so many weeks, Dani doesnât really know who exactly she is anymore. She feels like a shell of herself, hollowed out and empty, filled with nothing but fear and shame. And she begins to wonder if itâs working. If theyâre right. If this is how itâs supposed to be.
But still, sometimes, Dani wakes up in the middle of the night, her heart pounding, her body drenched in sweat, a sense of panic so intense that she can hardly breathe. In these moments, she presses her face into the scratchy pillow, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Because in the darkness, in the quiet, when no one else is watching, she still wants Paige. She still loves her. No matter what they say, no matter how much they try to break her down, that small, fragile piece of her heart still beats for Paige.
And that scares her more than anything.
She doesnât know how much longer sheâll be able to hold on to that part of herself. Itâs slipping away, little by little, with every sermon, every âcounselingâ session, every prayer that she shoves down her throat. Sheâs being worn down, and sheâs afraid that one day, sheâll wake up and not feel anything at all.
And maybe⊠maybe thatâs what they want. Maybe thatâs what God wants. Maybe thatâs what she deserves.
Dani doesnât even know how long she has left at the camp, nor how long sheâs been there. After the first couple weeks, time begins to lose its meaning. Sheâs stopped counting the days (since they donât tell her the date), stopped waiting for it to end.
JULY 2019
Dani sits in the chair, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes downcast as she stares at the scuffed linoleum floor. The room is cold, sterile, and devoid of any warmth or comfort. Itâs the same room sheâs been sitting in for the past two months, every time sheâs called in for her one-on-one âtherapyâ sessions. The wooden cross on the wall looms large above her, a constant reminder of the weight sheâs supposed to carry, the sin sheâs meant to repent for.
Across from her sits Mrs. Keating, one of the campâs lead counselors. Sheâs a stern woman, always impeccably dressed, with sharp features and cold, piercing blue eyes that seem to cut through whatever walls Dani tries to put up. Sheâs been Daniâs assigned counselor from the start, the one tasked with guiding her back to the ârightâ path, the one whoâs delivered the harshest sermons about the dangers of temptation and sin.
Today is supposed to be their final sessionâor, at least, thatâs what Dani has been told. She knows the routine by now. Mrs. Keating will ask her a series of questions, probing deeper into her thoughts, her feelings, her beliefs. Daniâs learned to say whatâs expected of her, to give the answers the woman wants. At first, she resisted, clinging to the hope that she could hold onto who she really is, but that hope has withered away in the weeks sheâs been here.
She isnât even really sure who she is anymore.
Mrs. Keating sits behind her desk, her fingers laced together as she regards Dani with that unreadable expression she always wears. Itâs a look that makes Dani feel small, insignificant, like a child being scolded.
âSo, Danielle,â Mrs. Keating begins, her voice cool and steady, âyouâve been with us for quite some time now. How are you feeling?â
Dani swallows, her throat dry. She hates these questions. They always feel like traps, no matter how carefully she answers. But she knows better now than to hesitate. Sheâs learned what they want to hear, and sheâs learned that itâs easier to comply than to fight.
âI feel⊠better,â Dani answers, her voice quiet, almost mechanical. âI feel like Iâve been able to reflect on⊠everything.â
âGood, thatâs very good,â Mrs. Keating replies, nodding approvingly. âAnd what have you learned in your time here?â
Daniâs fingers twitch in her lap, her nails digging into her palms. She hates herself for what sheâs about to say, but she canât stop the words from slipping out. They feel foreign, like they were coming from someone elseâs mouth. But she thinks theyâre right. After all this time, everything sheâs gone through here, how can they not be?
âIâve learned that⊠what I was feeling before⊠it was wrong,â Dani murmurs, her heart heavy. âThat it wasnât love. It was temptation. Sin.â
Mrs. Keatingâs smile is small, satisfied. âAnd you understand why that is, donât you?â
Dani nods, her gaze still fixed on the floor. âYes. Because God doesnât want us to⊠live that way. Itâs against His plan.â
âAnd your feelings for the girl⊠?â
They donât say her name. They never say her name. And Daniâs glad. They donât deserve to say Paigeâs name. Sheâs too good, too full of light, for all of this. Daniâs stomach twists as the image of Paigeâs face flashes through her mindâher bright eyes, her playful smile, the way her touch always feels so soft and warm. Daniâs chest aches with the memory, but she pushes it down. She canât think about that now. She canât think about her. Itâs wrong. Itâs wrong.
Itâs wrong.
âI donât⊠feel that way anymore,â Dani says, her voice barely above a whisper. âI know it was wrong. I know it wasnât real love.â
Mrs. Keatingâs eyes gleam with approval, as if sheâs won some silent battle. âThatâs right, Danielle. Youâre starting to understand. Love, true love, is a gift from God, and itâs meant to be between a man and a woman. Anything else is a distortion, a lie from the devil.â
Dani bites the inside of her cheek, the taste of blood sharp on her tongue. Sheâs heard this speech so many times that she can recite it in her sleep, and each time, it chips away at her a little more, hollowing her out from the inside. She wants to believe that maybe itâs a lieâthat what she felt (feels?) with Paige is realâbut after weeks of being told otherwise, itâs getting harder and harder to hold on to that belief.
âAnd how do you feel about your future now, Danielle?â Mrs. Keating asks, her tone almost gentle, as if sheâs speaking to a child in need of guidance. âDo you feel ready to live a life that honors God?â
Daniâs hands tighten in her lap. She feels the weight of the cross around her neck, its presence suffocating. Sheâs worn it every day since she received it from her father years ago. But ever since sheâs gotten here, itâs become a constant reminder of the expectations placed upon her, of the person sheâs supposed to be.
âI want to do whatâs right,â Dani replies, her voice steady even as her heart stutters. âI want to live the way God wants me to live.â
Mrs. Keating leans forward slightly, her eyes narrowing as if she can sense the apprehension buried beneath Daniâs words. âAnd youâre willing to renounce those past feelings? Those sinful urges?â
Daniâs throat tightens, but, nevertheless, she nods. âYes.â
âGood.â Mrs. Keatingâs smile widens. âYouâve made remarkable progress, Danielle. Youâve come a long way from the confused girl who arrived here, and Iâm proud of you for embracing the truth.â
Dani doesnât feel proud. She just feels empty.
The silence in the room grows heavy, oppressive, as Mrs. Keating studies her, as if trying to gauge the depth of Daniâs conviction. After a moment, she rises from her chair and walks around the desk, coming to stand in front of Dani. She reached down, her cold fingers brushing against Daniâs skin as she presses her hand to the small silver cross hanging from Daniâs neck.
The touch makes Dani flinch, but she doesnât move. She canât.
Mrs. Keatingâs fingers linger there for a moment, her grip firm, almost possessive. âGod will forgive you for your sins,â she says softly, her voice filled with the kind of certainty that Dani can never muster. âHe is a merciful God, and He wants nothing more than for you to be redeemed in His eyes.â
Daniâs pulse races beneath the surface of her skin. She wants to believe that. She wants to believe that all of thisâeverything sheâs gone throughâwill lead to forgiveness, to peace. But deep down, something in her resists. Something in her whispers that maybe God wonât forgive her. Maybe she isnât worthy of it. Maybe thereâs no redemption for someone like her.
She swallows hard, her eyes stinging with the tears she refuses to shed.
Mrs. Keating releases her hold on the necklace, her hand falling back to her side. She smiles, the gesture cold and calculating, as if sheâs just won a battle Dani hadnât realized she was fighting.
âYouâre almost there, Danielle,â Mrs. Keating tells her, voice smooth and placating. âYouâre so close to being saved.â
Dani doesnât say anything. She doesnât think she trusts herself to speak.
Because in that moment, all she can think about is Paige. Paigeâs face, Paigeâs laugh, Paigeâs love. She can feel it slipping away, the memory of it growing dimmer with every passing day. And the worst part is, she isnât sure if she wants to hold onto it anymore. Bitterly, she doesnât know what the point would be. What would be the point at all, if this is who sheâs supposed to be now?
âRemember, Danielle,â Mrs. Keating says firmly, brows scrunched slightly, âGodâs love is stronger than anything. Stronger than sin. Stronger than temptation.â
Dani nods mechanically, her mind a haze of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Sheâs heard this so many times, and every time, it feels like another piece of her soul is being chipped away.
But maybe thatâs for the best.
AUGUST 2019
Daniâs home.
That simple fact should bring her comfort, but as she stands in the middle of her bedroom, staring at the familiar walls and the neatly made bed, nothing feels the same. The space seems smaller, suffocating almost, and everything inside her feels hollow. It doesnât really feel like home anymore.
She doesnât know what feels like home.
She doesnât think she has one.
Itâs strangeâcoming back from camp was supposed to be a relief, a return to normalcy, but nothing about this feels normal. Dani expected some kind of closure, maybe even a sense of peace after everything sheâs been through, but all she can do is feel a dull, heavy weight pressing down on her chest, right under her necklace. She feels like she doesnât even belong here anymore. And itâs not just her house; itâs her whole life.
Dani doesnât hang out with Thaliah or Jalen anymore either. They try to reach out when she gets backâtext messages, phone calls, even a couple visitsâbut she pushes them away. Itâs not like she really wants toâitâs just easier. Easier to stay locked inside herself, easier to avoid the questions she knows theyâll ask. Easier to pretend that things can just⊠move on.
Because they canât. Not after everything. Not after her.
Itâs easier not to think about Paige this way. Paige is still gone, away on basketball things for the summer, and with her absence, Daniâs managed to build up wallsâtall, thick ones that keep the memories at bay. She has to. Thinking about Paige, about what they shared, about how it all fell apart without the blonde even knowing, is too much. So, she doesnât think about it. She canât.
Her dad doesnât bring it up either. Not directly, at least. Theyâve never spoken about what happenedâabout the reason Dani was sent away in the first place. Instead, he acts like it never occurred, like she was just at a normal summer camp, learning life lessons, finding her footing. That suits Dani fine. The last thing she wants is to talk about her âpast mistakes.â
Instead, they focus on what her father considers the right things, like Beau Hudson.
Beau is someone Daniâs known since elementary school, a boy sheâs always thought is a typical jockey douchebagâthe kind of guy whoâll peak in high school and will probably spend the rest of his life chasing after some sense of former glory. Heâs loud, obnoxious, and has a habit of talking like he owns every room he walks into. Daniâs never liked him, never thought twice about him, except to occasionally roll her eyes when his name comes up.
But now, Beau seems to be the answer to her fatherâs prayers.
Apparently, Beau mentioned to his parents that he thought Dani was pretty. And apparently, her fatherâwho happens to work with Beauâs fatherâthinks thatâs just great. Itâs perfect, actually. Perfect in the way that Dani knows her father has always envisioned for herâa respectable boy, from a respectable family, with respectable values. Thereâs no need to talk about her past anymore, no need to dwell on those mistakes. If she can just date Beau, everything will fall into place. She can be the daughter her father wants her to be.
So, she does it.
She begins dating Beau, and it happens so fast that she hardly has time to question it. One minute, sheâs saying yes to dinner with his family, and the next, theyâre officially together. It isnât something Dani really wants, but itâs something she can tolerate. Itâs easy. Beauâs world is uncomplicated, shallow in a way thatâs almost comforting because it doesnât require much from her.
She starts hanging out with his friendsâpeople sheâs never given the time of day before. Guys from the football team, girls from the cheer squad. Serena Corren, one of the cheerleaders whoâs always been a bit of a bitch, turns out to be not that bad. Dani finds herself spending time with her, more than she expects. Serenaâs loud and a little crass, but she isnât mean, at least not to Dani. In fact, they get along well enough that Dani finds herself relaxing a bit around her. Serena talks about meaningless things, gossips about people at school, complains about cheer practice, and itâs a nice distraction.
Everything is a distraction at this point.
A distraction from Paige.
Paige, whoâs back now.
The minute Dani opens the door and sees her standing there, everything crashes down on her. Itâs like a punch to the gut. Paige looks the same and different all at onceâstill beautiful, still Paige, but something about her feels⊠distant. Or maybe itâs just Dani whoâs distant. She can feel her defenses rising the moment she meets those familiar blue eyes.
âPaige,â Dani acknowledges, throat tightening.
Paigeâs voice is soft, tentative. âHey, Dan. Can we talk?â
Dani swallows hard. She shouldnât let her in. She should shut the door, turn Paige away before it gets any harder. But she doesnât. Instead, she steps aside, letting Paige walk into her home, into her life once again. âSure. Come in.â
The living room is quiet, and Dani can feel the tension simmering in the air as she sits on the couch, body rigid. Paige stands a few feet away, arms crossed over her chest, looking at Dani like sheâs searching for somethingâan explanation, an apology, maybe a sign that Dani still cares.
But Dani canât give her any of that. She canât let herself break.
It starts with Paige asking, âWhatâs going on? Why didnât you tell me you were back? Why didnât youââ
And then the floodgates open between them. Dani tries to keep her face neutral during it, shutting down any emotion that threatens to spill out. She canât afford to feelâif she lets herself feel anything, even for a moment, itâll all come crashing down, everything wrong and bad spilling out. Her eyes stay cold, her voice flat, and every word that comes out of her mouth feels like poison she has to swallow herself. She tells herself sheâs doing the right thing, that pushing Paige away is for her own good. That itâs for both of them. But God, it hurts.
Watching Paigeâs face fall with every sharp word she throws at her is like watching someone chip away at a sculpture, little by little, until itâs unrecognizable. Dani sees the flickers of confusion, hurt, and then anger that spread across Paigeâs features. She sees the way Paigeâs shoulders tense, the way her eyes burn with disbelief. Paige has always been so expressive, her emotions right there on the surface, easy to read. And it kills Dani to know that sheâs the cause of every negative expression that paints the blondeâs face.
The worst part is seeing the way Paigeâs eyes gloss over, like sheâs on the verge of tears but is too stubborn to let them fall. Paige isnât the type to cry easily, but Dani knows her too well. She can feel Paigeâs hurt even without seeing the tears. Itâs palpable in the air between them, suffocating.
But Dani canât break. She has to be strong, even though itâs the hardest thing sheâs ever done. So, she says the words thatâll sever whatever hope Paige had left. She tells her that their kiss, that their confessions, were both mistakes. That she doesnât want her, that itâs all just over. The words are like knives in her own chest, but she forces them out because she has no choice. If Paige knew the truthâabout the camp, about her fatherâs threats, about everythingâPaige would fight for her. Sheâd try to save Dani from it all. And Dani canât let that happen. Everything would just get worse. It wouldnât help anything.
Besides, whatever Paige and Dani have is wrong. Itâs wrong, itâs wrong, itâs wrong. Dani repeats it in her head. She fiddles with her necklace, her eyes flit to the crucifix on the wall, she thinks about how God doesnât appreciate girls loving other girls. Itâs wrong.
Nevertheless, when Paige finally leaves, when she turns her back and walks out the door, itâs like Daniâs entire world collapses in on itself. Sheâs built a wall around herself for weeks, convincing herself that this is what sheâs needed to do. But the second the door closes behind Paige, it all comes tumbling to the ground. The numbness sheâs been clinging to melts away, leaving behind raw, unbearable pain.
Itâs wrong anyways, she tries to remind herself. It wouldâve never worked out. God doesnât permit it.
But that doesnât seem to matter. Because no matter how wrong it is, it fucking hurts.
Dani presses her forehead against the door, her whole body trembling as the sobs begin to escape. She didnât cry in front of Paige. She held it together, made sure to be strong, made sure that Paige wasnât aware of whatâs truly going on. But now, with no one watching, Dani just breaks. Her shoulders shake as the tears come hard and fast, her chest heaving as she lets it all out. The sobs are uncontrollable, wracking her body as she finally allows herself to feel everything sheâs been holding back since the day she was dropped off at camp back at the beginning of June.
She cries for the years of friendship sheâs just destroyed. For the love she has for Paige that she has toâand will continue toâdeny. For the fact that she has to pretend not to care when every fiber of her being screams that she still does. She cries because she knows sheâs just shattered Paigeâs heart, and in doing so, sheâs shattered her own.
Her fatherâs voice echoes in the back of her mind, a cruel reminder of why sheâs done this. She canât be with Paige, canât even be her friend. Not if she wants to keep Paige safe from the consequences, not if she wants to keep them both pure in Godâs eyes. Besides, if Dani even tried to slightly interact with the blonde, her father would never allow it, and Dani knows the lengths heâll go to if he thinks Daniâs stepping out of line. The threats he made over the summer, the way he sent her to that camp to âfixâ herâit isnât something she can let Paige be part of. And itâs certainly not something sheâll let herself be subject to again.
(Besides, she has Beau. She likes Beau.) (Enough.)
But the knowledge doesnât make it hurt any less. It doesnât make it easier to breathe through the sobs that wrack her chest. Dani feels like sheâs drowning, suffocating under the weight of everything sheâs just lost. Paige has been her best friend for over a decade. Sheâs been the one constant in Daniâs life, the person who has understood her better than anyone else. And now, Daniâs pushed her away, and she doesnât know if sheâll ever be able to get her back.
Eventually, the sobs slow, leaving Dani feeling hollow and empty. Her tears soak through the fabric of her tank top, and her throat is raw from crying. She doesnât know how long she stands there, leaning against the door, but it feels like an eternity. All she can think about is Paigeâs face as she left, the way her eyes had looked so broken, so betrayed.
Dani did this. She has to live with it.
âIâm sorry,â she whispers to the empty room, though the words are meant for Paige.
OCTOBER 2019 (PRESENT DAY)
Paige was right. Dani is a coward.
She knows she is. She thinks about it constantly. She thinks about that night, at the party, where she and Paige fought. She thinks about what Beau called her. She thinks about how she didnât step in, how she didnât defend Paige. She thinks about how sheâs settled into a routine that feels like sheâs merely a spectator in her own life. She thinks about how she hasnât done anything to try and change it. She thinks, she thinks, she thinks.
She thinks a lot.
About certain things.
Certain people.
(Paige.)
She tries and tries to fight it, but her mind is rogue, a resistance that always has a mantra of Paige, Paige, Paige whether itâs in the front, the corner, or the back of her cerebrum.
She dates Beau. That doesnât change. She knows who he isânot a good person. Heâs arrogant, dismissive, and often cruel, but Dani finds herself in his company night after night. Itâs not that she doesnât recognize his red flags; she does. But thereâs a twisted sense of comfort in being with someone who embodies the superficial, the expected. Beau is a mask she can wear, something to hide whatâs beneath. What she doesnât want people to see.
So, she dates Beau. She kisses him. They do other stuff a lot, too. He always initiates it, but she never stops it. Itâs okayânot great, not terrible. Itâs not exactly who sheâd prefer to do that kind of thing withâbut, who she would exhibits every single little thing thatâs wrong with her. Every single little thing that sheâs been trying to shake out of her, off of her, since she arrived at that camp. God doesnât appreciate it. And so neither does Dani.
School has become her other distraction. A good one, too.
She retakes the ACT. When she gets her score back, sheâs happy with it, a rare moment of relief and pride.
College applications weigh on her as well, and sheâs certainly had the time to do them. She only applies to two school. Minnesotaâher dad wants her to stay in-state, somewhere close. And, trust her, she knows how deluded it sounds, butâshe applies to Connecticut, too. Donât ask her. She doesnât even really know why.
She focuses heavily on her Calc class, her AP Bio class, her AP Lit work. She focuses, she gets good grades, she makes her teachers and maybe even her father proud. Sheâs just doing her best, distracting herself. (Though it doesnât help that, without fail, every single day Paigeâs stare bores holes into Daniâs back in Lit. All she wants is to continue her distractions, to continue her streak of nearly perfect scores, but those baby blues burn into her skin from behind and it makes Daniâs heart race.)
She continues on with photography, too. She goes to the football games and some of the other sportsâsoccer, field hockey, etc.âand takes her photos for yearbook. Itâs a good distraction until she spots Paige in the student section (this happens every Friday night), and Daniâs mood seems to simmer out.
Paige is everywhere. Fucking everywhere. School, games, Daniâs head. It doesnât matter. She never leaves.
Dani wishes she would go and wishes she would stay all at once.
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request idea, (sry u have another idia one); idia adopts a cat (somehow), yuu brings grim over bc adeuce cant watch him at that time and whille yuu games with idia, the cats fight eachother over who is the better cat (kinda like how lucius and grim get into fights/the lilo and stitch event) and yuu and idia have to somehow break up the fight đđ
Grim vs Cat (Idia x reader)
hi! thanks for the request, i love it, and had so much fun writing it. and I always welcome idia requests!
Idia wasnât really a âpeople person.â But cats? That was a whole different story. He had always wanted a cat, and now, somehow, despite the chaotic nature of his life, he finally had one. A sleek, intelligent little creature that glared at you with calculating eyes from its perch on his desk. It was the ultimate dream for Idiaânow if only he could get his cat to stop starting turf wars.
Grim, as expected, was not thrilled.
Ace and Deuce were unavailable for Grim-sitting duties, which is how you ended up in Idiaâs room, controller in hand, while Grim sulked on one side of you and Idiaâs cat, smug as anything, lounged on the other. The air between the two was thick with tension, like a battle waiting to happen.
Idia, meanwhile, was all too happy. âIsnât he the best?â he gushed for the 50th time, scratching the cat behind its ears. âIâm telling you, cats are, like, the ultimate companionsâsuper chill but totally awesome. And, uh, I mightâve installed a motion tracker in his collar, just in case.â
Grimâs eyes narrowed into slits. âUltimate companions? Excuse me? Iâm the ultimate companion, thank you very much. That furball couldnât fight a dust bunny.â
Idiaâs cat, clearly picking up on the vibe, casually hopped off the desk and rubbed against your legs. Grimâs fur bristled, his whole body tensing as if ready to pounce.
You sighed, already seeing where this was going. âGrim, donât start.â
Grim ignored you, his eyes locked on the smug feline. âIâm not starting anything. But if he wants a challenge, Iâll gladly show him whoâs boss!â
The cat, as if sensing the growing tension, decided to up the ante. It rubbed against your leg once more, then hopped into your lap, purring loudly. Grimâs outrage reached new heights.
âYOU TRAITOR! HOW COULD YOU LET THAT THING SIT ON YOU?â
âHey, hey, calm down,â you said, gently petting the cat, which only seemed to make Grim angrier. âItâs just a cat, Grim.â
Idia, who had been watching with wide-eyed fascination, was practically vibrating with joy. âLook at that! Heâs making himself at home! This is amazing!â He leaned forward, practically giddy as he watched his cat settle comfortably. âHeâs so smart. Itâs like he knows how to get to Grim.â
Grim growled, puffing up like a furious little balloon. âOh, he knows all right! Heâs trying to make me look bad!â
Before you could respond, Grim lunged, claws out, ready to defend his honor. And just like that, chaos erupted. The two were a blur of fur, hisses, and screeches, rolling across the floor in what could only be described as an epic showdown.
âHey! Break it up!â you shouted, scrambling to separate them. But they were too quickâGrim yowling like a demon, and the cat swatting at him with a smug look on its face, like it was bored with the entire ordeal.
Idia was frozen, controller still in hand. âUm... do we... like, call an adult or something?â
You grabbed Grim by the scruff and hoisted him into the air, glaring at him while he squirmed. âStop picking fights with a cat, Grim. This is embarrassing for all of us.â
âThat cat... is mocking me! Mocking me, I tell you!â
You held him up to eye level, exasperated. âGrim, itâs a cat. Itâs not plotting your downfall.â
Grim bared his teeth. âOh, itâs plotting. I can see it in his beady little eyes. He thinks heâs better than me. No one is better than me!â
Idiaâs cat, now lounging on the bed like nothing had happened, gave a slow blink and yawned. It might as well have been a victory lap.
Idia, clutching his controller in defeat, sighed. âMaybe the catâs, like... asserting dominance? Iâve read about this. Itâs like a... mini-boss battle for cats, right?â
You rolled your eyes, still holding Grim as he simmered in your arms. âItâs not a dungeon raid, Idia.â
By the time the dust settled and Grim begrudgingly agreed to stop trying to âendâ the cat, you found yourself back in the world of gaming, though Grim kept casting dark, suspicious glances toward Idiaâs cat, who was now curled up in your lap, purring like it had won some grand prize.
Idia, still petting the cat every few minutes, was over the moon. âI think this went pretty well, all things considered. Cats are, like, totally zen, right? So peaceful... when theyâre not... you know... fighting.â
Grim huffed from the corner, clearly not over it. âYeah, zen. Right.â
Hours later, back in the relative safety of Ramshackle, Grim was still sulking. âYou betrayed me, you know. Petting that stupid cat like itâs some sort of prince. Youâre supposed to be on my side.â
You crouched down to his level, giving him a fond scratch behind the ears. âYouâre my best friend, Grim. Always have been. No cat could ever replace you.â
Grim puffed out his chest a little, the sulk fading ever so slightly. âWell... good. Just donât go getting any ideas. Cats... ugh.â
You smiled, ruffling his fur. âNo worries, buddy. Youâre irreplaceable.â
And that seemed to be enoughâfor now.
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Hobie with a s/o who wears glasses? He would tease them for being such a nerd but heâs the more nerdier one in the relationship. Imagine the glasses get in the way of when he tries to kiss you also yk how in his intro he smashed that alarm clock I bet heâs done that to your glasses once in a while. Not his fault he has super strength
Cute!! As a glasses wearer myself, I love this request! Thank you â€ïž
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for the glasses), CW blood, CW injury. FLUFF
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Your heart is hammering against your chest, pulse quickening, eyes wide and hands sweaty. Despite your nerves, you lean in. Hobie inches closer to you, hands cradling your face, warmth fanning across your searing cheeks. He looks confident, a giddy smile on his lips, piercings shining from the porch light. He's stunning, and always so suave, but you have no idea the effect you have on him.
He looks past the lens of your glasses to gaze at your eyes, eyes that are blown out, eyes that look at him with adoration. If only you knew that his mind is a slurry that is full of thoughts about you, you, you, and you. You make his entire world light up with just one look that he's more than happy to bask in.
Hobie loves your glasses because he can see how lovestruck his reflection looks whenever he stares at you. He loves how gorgeous you look in it too. He once joked that you look like a sexy librarian, and now all your flirty comments are book or library themed which sometimes make him laugh and fancy you more with your dorky attempts at flirting. He wouldn't have it any other way though.
You two have been on exactly three dates together, all of them being so successful that it always has you giggling and kicking your legs the second he drops you home. All of those three dates are a culmination of tonight, the second he asked you if it was okay for him to say goodbye with a kiss, you did not hesitate to say yes at his proposal.
Hobie closes the remaining distance, index finger tapping on your cheek for one last permission. Your smile says it all, and he presses his lips against yours eagerly. Too eagerly in fact that your glasses squish your face and your eyelids, acting as a barrier. If your eyes weren't closed, your glasses might've poked your eyes out.
The nose pads poke the bridge of your nose uncomfortably, but you're way into the tender kiss to lean away. How could you stop kissing him when the kiss is better than what your daydreams could make up? Hobie senses how you try to breathe through your nose, and how you move your head to the side slightly so your glasses don't stab through your searing skin. Still holding your face, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip, he chuckles at the lopsided glasses on your face.
Eyes wide, you wonder if you did something wrong for him to laugh. Hobie stomps on that feeling quickly by gently fixing your glasses for you.
Hands on the side of it, grin still spread across his kiss bitten lips, he taps your now foggy lenses. âSorry, your glasses are all fogged up because of me. All my fault, love.â He jokes and you laugh, the simple giggle has him wanting to kiss you again.
âIt's alright, I got a kiss from it.â You tease back, he beams at you, and you can tell he wants to kiss you again. Or maybe it's just you thinking with all the sweet fog of affection blurring your vision? âDo you want to fog it up again? Yâknow just in case it ends up clean this time.â
âAn experiment then?â He shrugs, doing the bit with you. âFor science then.â He kisses and kisses you until there's no breath in your lungs, and you kiss back until he has to hold onto the doorknob for balance.
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Watching a movie while cuddled up to a thick blanket is great. Watching a movie with Hobie for the first time in his houseboat while cuddled up to him is so much better though. Rain bangs on the roof, adding to the cozy atmosphere. Hobie pulls you closer as if you weren't already close enough to him. Hip to hip, legs on top of his legs, you press your cheek on his bicep, glasses wonky from the position, you yawn into his jumper, snuggling impossibly closer.
Hobie sees how sleepy you are, of course he noticed because he hasn't even looked at the tv screen for ten minutes now. He was too busy memorizing your expressions whenever something happened in the movie. Your glasses reflect the screen anyway, so he didn't miss much of the movie.
âBored?â He squeezes your hand that has been intertwined with his own under the blanket since the movie started.
âNo, tired. This movie is just too long.â You peer at him through heavy eyelids, lashes stuck together from how you keep rubbing your eyes. âWhy didn't they just ride the eagles in the first place?â
Hobie couldn't help but peck your forehead, you can feel his smile against your skin. âHow âbout we finally sleep then? So you'd stop slanderinâ this perfect movie.â
You scrunch up your nose, glasses lifted up from the movement. âItâs a good movie, Hobie, but it has some flawsââ You joke, he shakes his head and then flings the blanket over your head.
âAlright, enough from you.â He pauses the tape, and then throws away the blanket into a pile in the corner of the settee. You would think he was annoyed by your comment but his grin and outstretched hand says otherwise. âCâmon, love, let's head to bed.â
You look up at him with a pout. âBut I want to keep hanging out with you. Like a real sleepover.â
âA sleepover is for best mates,â he flexes his fingers, âwe're clearly not just best mates.â His words make you all fuzzy inside. âDâyou want to braid my hair and put a face mask on me just like in sleepovers or somethinâ?â
âCan I paint your nails too?â You ask teasingly. In truth, you just want to talk to him longer. Because you know once your head hits the pillow that has his scent all over, it's light's out for you.
âOf course, love.â You finally take his hand, âas long as I pick the colour.â
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The rest of the night goes off without a hitch, you chatted through the night, and with a few smooches here and there, you slept like a baby in his arms.
Hobie wakes up with a start, his alarm clock blares loudly into the quiet of his room. Not wanting to wake you up with the loud ring, he quickly punches blindly on his bedside table. Something cracks under his knuckles, yet the ringing still doesn't stop.
âShit.â His breath hitches in his throat. Carefully prying himself off you, (which he didn't want to do) he peeks over the table. Lo and behold, his fear just happened, he has crushed your precious glasses under his fist. Glass is littered all over the table, shards upon sharp shards falling off his hand. The frame isn't any better, it has bent into a fist shape, looking like a truck drove over it. Damn his enhanced strength.
You wake up with a snort, the harsh ringing of the alarm still echoes in your ears. With one eye open, Hobie's toned back greets you.
âOho good morning to you too.â You poke the small of his back.
Instead of a smile, he frowns at you. A second later, you see the cause of it. Hobie holds up your broken glasses by the tip of it, you can barely recognize it from how mangled it looked. Eyes wide, you see that his hand has shards of glass sticking out, palm starting to bleed.
âHoly shit.â You sit up, taking his wrist gingerly.
ââm sorry, love, I thought it was the alarm.â He says sadly.
âI've got a spare, Hobie,â you almost chuckle at his tone if not for how genuinely sad he sounded. âBesides, your hand is bleeding. Where's your first aid kit?â He's astonished at how nonchalant you took the news of him breaking your glasses in two. He points towards his bathroom, before he could stop you, you're already halfway across the room.
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Your spare glasses now sit on your face as you dab antiseptic on the small cuts. He watches on with the same sweet gaze, you're absolutely concentrated on his hand, making sure that every cut is properly cleaned. The wounds barely hurt now thanks to you. He sighs loudly to get your attention.
âYou okay?â You ask, bandaging the last cut.
âBetter nowââ Hobie clamps his mouth shut when you begin to kiss his fingers. The intimacy of it all has him melting with every kiss from you. You can feel how his pulse quickens since you're holding on to his wrist, thinking his injury has him all worried. You clearly have no idea the effect you have on him.
âThere, all better.â You look up at him to see a rare flustered Hobie. A smile spreads across your lips, âI can tell you feel better now.â
âYou kiddinâ me? A little bit of a warninâ next time, love.â
âOkay, I'll tell you before I start kissing you.â
â...âm gonna kiss you now.â He declares. Cradling your face, you laugh and nod an approval. Before he leans in, he places his hands around your glasses. âCan I take this off? Don't wanna accidentally fog it up again, or worse.â
âOkay, just kiss me already, Hobart.â You could barely finish the sentence before a laugh escapes from your throat.
âUsinâ my government name and everythinâ huh?â Carefully taking the glasses off, you welcome the sudden blurriness, it adds to your anticipation. âSo bloody rude of you. Guess I have to kiss the rudeness off of you.â
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So.... This game is 2 years old now huh?
Honestly... I don't think i have a TON to say about this game. It's just a great ass fucking video game that has given me a lot of fun and great memories!
This game came out during my final year of school, which is kinda funny considering that Splatoon 3 acts like a "finale" to a trilogy. It's interesting how those kinds of things work out eh? Splatoon 2 came out at the start of my secondary education, and Splatoon 3 came out at the tail end of my final year.
I remember thinking before the game came out, "why do we need a Splatoon 3? This is pointless, it's just more Splatoon 2." And then my mind was quickly changed once i got to play the Splatfest test fire and the actual game itself.....
I completed ROTM in such a short amount of time and i documented my reactions to my friends. Although i was spoiled in that Deep Cut had boss fights and Mr. Grizz was the final boss, ROTM still gave me a giant smile to my face all the way through. It was so fun, so charming and just a really good single player experience.
One of the things that i LOVE about Splatoon 3 is the vibe. I just love the location of Splatsville, i love the aesthetics, the lighting, the model improvements from Splatoon 2, the music, it's my favourite art style/aesthetic out of any of the Splatoon games by far. It just feels so polished, i don't know how to exactly describe it.
Also the fact that this game won best multiplayer game of 2022 over CALL OF DUTY! OVERWATCH 2 AND MULTIVERSUS MAKES ME SO GIDDY AND HAPPY!
PEOPLE GOT MAD ABOUT THIS AND THAT MAKES ME WANNA EVIL LAUGH! All of those fucking depressed and sad Call of Duty players who whine and complain about how "wahh modern gaming sucks!! There's no good games anymore wahhh!! It's all microtransactions wahhh!!" BITCH! SPLATOON 3 IS LITERALLY THE GAME YOU'VE BEEN ASKING FOR!! Yet you won't play it because it's on Nintendo huh? Yeah... You're a fucking PUSSY!! YOU'RE WEAK!! You're SCARED to be seen as less of a manly man!! You only wanna play games with oily dirty buff men.... Yet you call others who play games like Splatoon gay? Hmm..... Sounds like you're a wittle insecureeeeee!!!!
Have fun rotting in microtransaction hell you LOSERS!! GAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyways.... uh.... sorry....
I also fucking love Deep Cut too. I thought i wasn't gonna like these guys and i remember thinking when i first saw them "oh... okayyyy..."
But now? I love these bastards.
I love their dynamic and how they are bandits but they actually wanna help the people back in Splatsville. That is such a cool and unique take to have for Idol characters. The Squid Sisters are very cutesy and so are Off the Hook, but Deep Cut aren't. They are loud, messy, chaotic, in your face, rude, etc. They are about contrast and the character designers did a phenomenal job at conveying that theme via their backgrounds and looks.
Another thing that i love about Splatoon 3 is that it also acts as a celebration of things that have come before, Inkopolis Plaza and Square return as hubs, old colour combos from previous games act as loading screens, most of the music returns in the jukebox, it rewards long time fans for sticking around and for a long running franchise IT'S SUPER IMPORTANT to have that stuff!!!
Seeing the improvements in the model quality from Splatoon 1 to 3 genuinely makes me kinda emotional, it shows how far we've come in just a little under 10 years...
It really homes in on the point that... These characters, have grown up with us.... The Squid Sisters are about to reach their mid 20s, Pearl is nearly 30 fucking years old!!!
And the last thing i wanna bring up before i talk about the Grand Fest...
...Is Side Order.
This fucking DLC... My god... Being able to experience it by myself and just enjoy the stuff i was seeing, being able to SCREAM AND CRY AS MUCH I WANT WAS SO IMPORTANT TO ME DUDE!
When i got to the 10th floor in the tutorial and i saw Marina Agitando staring me down.... I did the loudest gasp a human could possibly do and my jaw was hung to the floor for a solid MINUTE!
Marina's first fucking dev diary made me cry and scream, THAT IS NOT A JOKE!!!! THESE CHARACTERS ARE THAT IMPORTANT TO ME!
And the final boss.... Made me cry, it broke me down, i was singing along to Ebb and Flow as best as i could, it felt like i was brought back to 2018, being in my room, listening to that song on repeat... I feel like a kid again....
I love this song... i love it so much... Like it's not the most hype finale song ever, but, the emotion behind it, the build up from Splatoon 2... The power this song has in it's meaning... It's some good shit man...
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So yeah! I love Splatoon 3!!! It's my favourite game out of the series and anyone who is gonna jump into this game now is gonna have a LOT to chew on.
And... It's both sweet and sad that we're at the end. This is it... The moment we've been waiting for. The final Splatfest to end them all. The event 9 years in the making.
The Grand Festival...
I am extremely excited and so FUCKING NERVOUS for this Splatfest!!!! I know i am going to cry and be so overwhelmed with joy. Seeing the Squid Sisters and Off the Hook perform their old songs again after all of these years is gonna make me sob so loudly it's not even funny.
These characters genuinely mean the world to me and it's gonna be so fucking hard for me to watch their final major appearance and say goodbye. Cause after this, we don't know what's gonna happen. I know they will come back, they have to but... In what capacity? That's what I'm scared about...
So yeah, let's savior this moment when it eventually arrives, take all the time you need to be engulfed in the Grand Fest.
Thank you Splatoon 3, you have given me so much.... It's not time to say goodbye just yet but, i wanna watch you as you walk into the sunset with your head held high....
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Flustering König Headcanons .:*šàŒș
[König x Reader] Synopsis: Flustering König plus some general relationship stuff. Tags: Softish, kinda silly, thereâs not a lot konig content so i will continue to contribute, I forgot the other tags, established relationship (i forget to put this tag on a ton of things whoops) Notes: Prolly ooc n not proofread, big men go brrr, originally this was gonna be a drabble but I couldnât think of one plot to stick to (whoops x2)
Thank you @theoutlawfaleena for letting me write about this!
(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)
Despite his massive stature, immense physical strength, and overall intimidating presence â König is a fairly reserved guy, outside the battlefield, that is. Heâs not reserved out of humility or timidness, though â heâs reserved due to his anxiousness, constantly fearing being bullied or made fun of in some way.
König outside of the field is quite a fascinating sight. He rarely speaks, and when he does, itâs quiet and rushed, almost like heâs afraid to say something. He also tends to fidget a lot when speaking.
He also could be better with eye contact. Towards the beginning of your relationship, he would always look past your face or focus on your hands â heâs still not great with eye contact, but heâs much better than he was previously.
He tends to lose focus or entirely forget what heâs saying when he makes eye contact with you. Itâs quite a funny sight; imagine this big guy fidgeting with his hands (or your hands) and diverting his eyes away from yours, looking at his feet or anything remotely interesting to spare him from embarrassment.
âWell, then I thought it would be cool toâŠ.â Then, swallowing thickly, König stops speaking, shifting his gaze from your eyes to his shoes.
âKönig is everything alright?â You ask him â your eyes filled with concern.
Stuttering, he mumbles out a yes and becomes super fidgety while continuing his story.
Stuttering is something that only happens when König is with you. When he makes eye contact with other people, he tends just to go silentâ something that most people overlook because he's usually pretty quiet anyways.
The stuttering, though, comes as a result of wanting to talk or to continue to talk to you â but he tends to get nervous and back out mid-way when speaking, making him stutter.
He feels like a total idiot when he stutters around you, but he knows you donât mind, which heâs super thankful for.
Something that noticeably flusters him is pet names. Whether he is saying or receiving the pet name, he will totally get flustered by them.
His favorite pet names to call you are âsweetheart,â âdarling,â âlove,â or âhoneyâ (,or some Austrian German variation of those). He likes these in particular because they have a pleasant sense of intimacy.
König has definitely called you during his free time on the base or when he was able to when deployed and has totally addressed you by a pet name, forgetting that he was in a professional environment (and that his fellow operators are nosy) and got so much shit from his colleagues.
He really wanted to pass away that day due to the embarrassment the other operators teasing put him through.
Again, König likes pet names due to the sense of intimacy they have. That being said, he has some personal favorites of what he appreciates being called.
His favorite pet names to be called by you are either âlove,â âdearâ, âbig guy,â or âhandsome.â He likes these in particular because they give him a sense of stability â they help ground him and help him remember that you adore him.
âBig guyâ and âhandsomeâ make him feel happy and giddy â like smiling and kicking his feet giddy. He knows heâs taller than the average person. Still, König never really acknowledged his overall appearance, so the fact that you think heâs handsome and you recognize his physical features makes him feel special.
König, on the field, is someone else entirely, though. Sure heâll still get flustered, but thatâs covered up due to the sheer amount of adrenaline heâs running on â sometimes König wonât even think about what he said or what had been said to him; heâll just bounce around and do his thing while being on that adrenaline high. However, heâll be thoroughly embarrassed once that feeling wears off.
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YO, SUPER LATE SUPER LONG SUPER MESSY OCTOBER POST THAT I JUST SHOVED EVERYTHING INTO BC I DIDN'T WANT TO DO MULTIPLE. FUCK IT.
I forgot halfway that these were supposed to be costumes and not mini aus... SO REMEMBER IN MY PLACE, EVERYTHING IS HYPOTHETICAL. also. some have a bit of yandere elements to them bc its SO FITTING FOR NORITOSHI.
Happy late October, everyone. it's winter now. Let's get it, baby.
[Long rambles and doodles under the cut!]
Vampire!
I kept asking myself, "How sexy is too sexy.." and "How the fuck does a sexy vampire even look like without it being a shirtless guy w fangs or Edward Cullen....." I think I figured it out
Sure, sure, vampires are superhumans with sun allergies that can drink blood really hotly. They can also easily overpower you to feast and blah blah blah, but what if said vampire (Noritoshi) was too weak to do any of that? Not literally, but he craves your say. He wants not only your blood but your affection. He wants to get praised as he drinks you in. Are you comfortable? How much will you allow him to take? Do you want to get him back in return? Guidance with this makes him feel more at ease. It's still Noritoshi at the end of the day. He's going to find a way to be a little awkward about you because of his crush. He refuses to drink from anyone other than you, even if it causes his death. Therefore, he has to keep you healthy! For the rest of your lives..! Besides, he can't really go outside or else he'd.. y'know. So if you think about it, this is a very beneficial relationship for both of you!!
The only downside is that you're losing blood on the regular, and for some reason, more people are moving away... Probably nothing, right? Noritoshi is always there to keep you company and help you recover anyways.
Witch!
my attempts also bled into the witch design.... you got greedy with requesting two in one ask, but I'll spoil you this time bc I also wanted to see Noritoshi as a (sexy) vampire and witch. heh. AND I DIDNT REALIZE HED BE SO CUTE AS A WITCH..... WHAT THE FUCK?? rip momo, fight for your title of cute witch...
Noritoshi strikes me as one of those witches who'd rather be left to their own devices because they're running some important magic whatever in the background. though, he'll take some breaks and indulge you if you insist on having him around. Insist meaning you pass by and strike conversation, leaving him to neglect anything and everything to prioritize his time with you. He doesn't want to use magic on you unless it's beneficial for either you or both. Noritoshi likes a natural progression with you that he knows for a fact is true and not some product of some spell. Though it doesn't mean he wouldn't use charms and such to get you to interact with him more often to speed up the process!
Can't sleep? He has a remedy perfect for that! Bad luck? Oh no, take a charm. Nerves? A potion he perfected will help you ease your jitters. Annoying peers? With a snap of Noritoshi's fingers, they're gone! Just don't ask what happened. Enjoy yourself instead and come to him with any new issue. He's quick to resolve it.
Definitely has some sort of doll that looks suspiciously like you.. Noritoshi would probably talk to it and practice one liners that give you the strongest sense of nostalgia once he uses them. He's simultaneously giddy that the charm he put in the doll works but also a little annoyed that his hard work isn't surprising you, but leaving you with deja vu.
Idol!
i was crying the entire time bc what does an idol look like.... noritoshi is handsome enough to be an idol without actually being an idol... now i can confirm that idols are very well dressed though. thumbs up 100% but i had some thoughts...
[Idol]
Noritoshi would be the type to cherish his fans, but hold clear favoritism over you. he'd be those idols that look cold, but they talk, and they sound smug in a charming way. i don't know much about idols, but i know he'd be so fucking good.... he'd be the type of guy to sing to you amongst the hundreds in the crowd.... ahhh the interviews w these famous aus. they're just talking and acting like themselves. can you imagine Noritoshi getting asked the question if he has a lover or not? he can lie, im sure you're alright with that, but he doesn't want to!! he does have someone!!! someone he loves more than all his fans love for him combined!!! he just can't say it for the sake of your privacy and his career. so Noritoshi does what any charming guy who's good with their words does. he deflects the question. answering the question, but not really, that'd be something he's known for. fans online are split on why Noritoshi does this. some think he's trying to keep that side of his life private, others think he's trying to mess around, and others think he's hiding a secret lover!!! though the last one is usually seen as the outlandish one, sometimes it makes Noritoshi's heart drop bc they get some things right. "Having a lover is a complicated question hidden behind a simple disguise. If I had to answer, I'd say my lovers are my audience. they make sure i'm well cared for, some more than others." AND HIS FUCKING LITTLE SMIRK I CANT COUGHS UP BLOOD. IM A THEORIST TOO. SECRET LOVER. đ«”đ«”đ«”đ«”đ«”
ON THE FLIP SIDE....
[Not an Idol]
An amusing thought where Noritoshi goes out in his casual clothes, and he's mistaken for an idol. No one knows who he is, but he just looks like he'd be one. bro's just trying to buy groceries, and now he has a fan group asking him to take pictures with them.. He'd tell them that he's just a guy, not an idol, but the group would still want a picture with him. it'd be a waste to pass by someone who's so naturally gorgeous, so with a sigh of defeat, he relents. It's just a photo, right? No harm done. Noritoshi'd go home and feel overwhelmed/embarrassed by the whole ordeal. later, he gets a call from someone in the kyoto group or you to inform him how he's all over social media, known as that handsome guy in the supermarket. HED BE COMPLETELY UNREACHABLE TO MEDIA OUTLETS BC NORITOSHI IS THAT GUY WHO DOESNT HAVE SOCIAL MEDIA.... he'd have to make one to make sure no one pretends to be him online. "Hello, I don't use social media, but I've been informed I've been getting attention online. To prevent anyone from being fooled by an impersonator, this is my official and only account. thank you." P.R. STATEMENT WRITING ASS.. his single post gets flooded with likes, comments, and DMs. it almost blows up his phone..... he was just buying bread, dude...... people try to dig up and find him through the other Kyoto group's social media.
[bonus] my second in command requested to put him in a fem idol outfit bc he thought it was funny. after frothing at the mouth and coughing out blood, I complied.
Doctor!
THIS IS SUCH A STRAIGHT FORWARD ASK BUT IT HAS SO MANY IMPLICATIONS. MY BELOVED CULT MEMBER.. THOSE EMOJIS GIVE ME A DIFFERENT IMPRESSION BUT IM NOT SURE.
Noritoshi as a doctor...... apple sales would plummet. his little clinic's business would skyrocket. sick cases would peak in his area. getting your heart checked by his stethoscope would be so fucking embarrassing bc all he'd hear is THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP
LIKE IMAGINE IF THAT WAS YOUR DOCTOR? BRO.
COUGH COUGH HACK WHEEZE COUGH COUGH.
Noritoshi would probably own a small clinic that he wants to expand. That or he opened one after working for a hospital for a while. He's a great doctor who's most likely respected but a pain in the ass to work with. Among patients, he's gotten the hot doctor reputation. Most want to be treated by him, but he's so professional, any chance of trying to flirt goes down the drain. Yeah, he puts his hair up to avoid it in his face even though his eyes are closed classic lab safety procedures. He seems like the type to have a soothing but authoritative voice during examination, so he gets his message across. it's a bit difficult when dealing with patients for Noritoshi. If he sees them too often, he firstly scolds you for not taking care of yourself, then feels guilty for not giving you the proper care. Keep yourself safe and healthy, or else Noritoshi will clearly :( Putting him in a yandere setting would be dangerous. He'd have a lot of control over you, considering he can prescribe medication, shots, visits, and other things.... he'd have a ball.... nothing that would cause you any harm, of course. he's only looking out for you and doing what's best for you..!
Pirate!
my second in command wanted a pirate. pirates are so fucking cool and i know damn well if this guy were a pirate he'd have a bunch of battle scars under that fancy coat.
Noritoshi as a pirate would be more than a little odd, but also fitting. He looks like the type of guy who'd be well put together, yet he's willing to get his hands dirty. Like the guy who got into the pirate life because of some personal issue that couldn't be solved fast enough through conventional means. Even as a pirate, i imagine he holds everyone to high standards. They're still pirates though.. so his expected standards aren't even that high. He has more freedom here, so even he himself lets loose once or twice. Especially with you. He's even able to get away with more violent actions for you, the seas are unpredictable, after all. While taking some treasure, Noritoshi'd toss you a gem or golden coin, just so you can say you were the first to claim it. Just so he can see that happy glint in your eyes when getting your hands on treasure. God forbid anyone try to get their hands on your hard earned goods. They'd be met with a bullet to the foot or a sword at their neck. Everyone and their mother knows how you're his favorite, but Noritoshi downplays it. Its not a crime to help out someone from his crew is it? Not in the seven seas. He leans more into his cold ruthless killer side here. He has goals and people to help keep in line whether hes captain or not. Yet when around you, he's almost adorable in how he shows you a pearl so entrancing that it reminded him of you.
Corpse Bride!
my submission to my Noritoshi Halloween costume closet.. CORPSE BRIDE, THIS MOVIE FUCKS. esp w the yandere elements.
Noritoshi 100% made you recite the wedding vows to him before accepting the ring. If you fumbled up, he'd correct you with SO much attitude and expect you to start from the top until you got it perfectly.
Hypothetically, in the chalice scene towards the end..
Noritoshi is the type to never be fully relaxed unless he knows for sure you'll be eternally his. In this scenario, YOU proposed to HIM but have to die to continue being together. Not only that, but someone in the living world is also after your heart. Someone who bleeds. Someone who's the obvious choice. Someone who can give you the life that you deserve. Someone who will succeed in their pursuits if you. remain. alive. Noritoshi's life was cut short, yet he still managed to lose so much and be abandoned a considerable amount of times. When he meets you and finds out about the possibility of having to go through that again even in death, it finally clicks in his rotting mind. He realizes he's been doing something wrong to keep constantly failing. Noritoshi revises his methods to a more.. selfish course. Why should he care about anyone else's wants or how his actions hurt them? You were the only one who made him truly fulfilled, to make him feel alive. The only one who deserves anything and everything good that comes from this world. Destiny is never done toying with him when he realizes your marriage is invalid because of your pulse and his lack thereof no matter how hard he'd try, but the opportunity arises. of course, he's ecstatic to give you an afterlife worth much more than what a silly beating heart can achieve. "All people die eventually. If you miss your living family or friends, all it takes is patience, darling. I'll wait by your side in the meantime." He weighs the pros and cons of everything, but when it comes to swaying manipulating your thoughts he only highlights the ones that'll get you on his side. in this case, the pros of dying to be with him! Honestly, the answer was so obvious that Noritoshi didn't know why he was stressing about it before. It hurts him to see you in any type of pain, but he reassures both himself and you that it'll only be for a moment. Afterward, he'll have the rest of your afterlives to make it up to you!! What happened to Till Death Do Us Part? Noritoshi thinks it's insulting that something as shallow as that could be so widely accepted. If your love were true, it wouldn't stop just because the world decided to take them away. "Till death do us part? Darling, don't be silly. 'Not even death will do us part' feels much better, doesn't it?"Â
#noritoshi#kamo noritoshi#noritoshi kamo#noritoshi x reader#kamo noritoshi x reader#noritoshi kamo x reader#yandere noritoshi#yandere kamo noritoshi#yandere noritoshi kamo#merry october#???#ragingbisegzual#charamander459#I FUCKING LIVED THROGUH THIS GOD I FELT SO BAD I TOOK SO LONG ESP SINCE ITS ALREADY HALFWAY INTO NOVEMBER BUT HERE WE GO. BABY IS HERE#i thought i was so smart making this look like a fashion show. anyway hi im still alive just busy#vampire and witch nori were makin my brain fry bc all the outfits for guys were their shirt off. it was both funny and testing my creativit#as for idol.. heh. <- in love with forbidden love and secret relationships and 'we shouldnt be doing this' 'i know' *does it anyway*#I WAS TEARING MY HAIR OUT AT DOCTOR. LIKE I LIKE THE CONCEPT BUT WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO.. PUT HIM IN SCRUBS???#im not upset im just so entertained by how straight forward you were yet there are still so many implications in this ask#LIKE YOU WROTE FOUR WORDS AND TWO EMOJIS AND THATS ALL IT TOOK FOR ME TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE#now that i think abt it. i shouldve put him in a hot nurse outfit... //punches myself in the face#THATS WHY ANY FAMOUS/ROYAL/REPUTATION AU IS MY SHIT BC THEY HAVE TO HIDE THEIR RELATIONSHIP/EACHOTHER AGH FROTHS AT THE MOUTH#i love how the pirate noritoshi is a cool guy until he sees you and turns into a simp#CORPSE BRIDE WAS SO SELF INDULGENT. THAT MOVIE FUCKS SO HARD. THE USE OF 'DARLING' WAS BC EMILY USED IT IN THE MOVIE#IT HAD SO MANY YAN VIBES BUT FUCK. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A GREEN FLAG EMILY. I LOVE YOU#heh. the lace and mask are supposed to represent the bones and such. didnt mean to give him a phantom of the opera look.. though it fits...#null rot
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âMomentosâ âą E. Kirishima <3
synopsis âą you and kirishima have matching bracelets and rings with stories behind each of them. Are you prepared for a new one?
a/n âą midnight Drabble. Will be edited later!
When you begin dating Eijiro Kirishima he wears a ring from his mother on his right index finger. His hands, (though gorgeous), are otherwise bare.
But as time flies his hands are covered in little mementos. Guess what? They all lead back to you.
The first one on his wrist is a mix of pretty beads you both picked out together.
âHey baby câmere.â
âYeah Eiji?â
Rough hands delicately hold a string of beads next to your face as a frown tugs at your handsome boyfriendâs lips. He puts the set back and fumbles through the rows of beads before holding up another. This time his pretty face is caught in a smile.
âYeah, thatâs a perfect match.â
Heâs looking right into your eyes with that dazzling smile and it makes you giddy. He drops the beads into the basket along with a little charm that reminds him of you.
âOkay now your turn, let me take a picture of your eye color so I can zoom in and match it.â
âWorking smarter huh? Why didnât I think of thatâŠâ
You hold your hand out and he places his chin in your palm with a dopey grin. You zoom in to take a picture of his eye and then snap one of his face in your hand for your folder labeled âloveâ. You pick a pretty red that matches his eyes and a little sun charm that reminds you of him. Your sunshine.
The second bracelet on his wrist is a permanent chain he got with you.
âHey look thereâs a booth for permanent jewelry! Iâve always wanted to do that with Mina!â
Eijiro looks at you like a wounded puppy.
âYou donât wanna do it with me?â
âOh, I just didnât think thatâs the kind of thing youâd be into. You know.. not super manly I guess?â
âWhat are you talking about bracelets are obviously the manliest.â
You giggle and accidentally snort which sends him reeling. He bends over heaving laughter which only sends you further and youâre both giggling messes.
âNo actually though, Iâd love to get one with you.â
âLetâs do it! Then you can always look at it and remember your manly boyfriend.â
He winks at you and you smile back.
The third, a ring on his other index finger, glows bright green. You assume that means happy. You still remember winning it for him at a carnival. Nothing as grand as a giant teddy bear but he treasures it nonetheless.
âUmm so you missed all of the bottles except for one. You get one of the single point prizes.â
You pout up at Eijiro and he offers an empathetic look.
âSorry, I wanted to win you something as cool as you got me.. this is my third try and the park in literally closing.â
âDonât stress it sweetheart.. here let me see.â
He bends over the cabinet, muscles rippling under his tank top. You canât help the pink that tints your cheeks as you admire his back. He spins around with a mood ring in his hands but stops short when he sees your face.
âIâm pretty sure if I put this on you right now it would turn pink for down bad.â He says as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.
Caught, your face comes a little closer to red and your eyes shoot to the floor.
âPossibly.â
âWell! definitely donât need this to read your mood but guess whatâŠâ
He slides the ring on and rubs it quickly to warm it up, causing it to turn pink.
âIâm down bad too.â
He plants a kiss on your lips and you reach your arms up to wrap around his neck. He breaks the kiss only to hold up the pink ring and wiggle it in front of you before heâs back for more. The second kiss is passionate and you have to pull yourself away because you know the teenagers working at the park are trying to do their job and close. The little card that came with the ring confirmed that pink symbolized âin loveâ. Mood rings arenât usually accurate but this one was spot on.
Back in the present, you look at your own hands, you have almost the same amount of mementos he has. You look back up to him and sigh softly. Thereâs plenty more little thread bracelets and beaded rings youâve made each other. Itâs so sweet how he keeps each and every one.
You sit outside at a table. The food tonight has been divine, but right now youâre content to admire Eijiro as the sunset casts him in a golden haze. His hair is down tonight, and the wind tugs at it softly. His eyes are glowing as he stares right back at you, admiring your every detail.
âYou are one of the best decisions Iâve ever made. You know that?â
âI could say the same about you.â
He laughs softly to himself.
âIâm not sure you understand. You are the best decision I have ever made, and I want you in my life forever.â
âEijiro I-â
He slips out of his seat and before you can even comprehend it he is in front of you on one knee. Heâs honestly majestic in the glow of the sunset. He pulls from his pocket a velvet case and your heart skips a beat. He cracks it open and inside you see the most stunning ring you have ever laid eyes on. Itâs exactly what you had dreamed your ring would look like. You canât help but choke on air as you prepare for what heâs about to ask you.
âY/n⊠will you marry me?â
You drop to your knees beside him in an instant. Your arms are around him, ring entirely forgotten, as you hug him tightly and sob.
âYes Eijiro yes, yes, yes! A hundred million times yes!â
He cradles you for a moment as you cry before humming
âThatâs it sweetheart, can you stand up and let me put this ring on my fiancĂ©? Then we can cry together.â
You laugh half heartedly as you try to slow your tears. You rise to your feet and hold out your hand gently. He takes your finger and slips the ring on, following it with a kiss. Thereâs one, then another. Heâs kissing up your hand, your arm, and suddenly heâs up on his feet. He plants his hands on your hips and captures your lips in a deathly sweet kiss. You can feel him smile into your lips as his hands grip your frame and spin you around. He breaks away with a gasp.
âI hope you know youâve made me the happiest man alive just now.â
you smile and plant your forehead against his, honestly at a loss for words.
âI canât wait to grow old together.â
You glance down to your ring, a new momento that now joined the others. And soon, Eijiro would have a matching one. Call it sentimental, call it sappy. You would keep each one, from the simplest thread bracelet, to the most intricate ring.
âMe neither.â
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