#emotional fluff

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1255: Now or Never. (Persona 5)

11:28 p.m. at the LeBlanc Café.....................

Futaba: (Smirks Playfully at Ren While Sitting at a Table with Him, Lavenza, and Morgana) Sooooo~ You ready for your special date night with the Queen here, Renny Boy?~

Ren: (Points his Finger Gun at Futaba with a Confident Grin on his Face) As ready as I've always been with all our other dates in the past. Especially since this is the last day of the year.

Lavenza: (Happily Clasps her Hands Together) Such a romantic way to celebrate on this joyous occasion~

Ren: My thoughts exactly. Doubt anything special gonna happen here besides the countdown coming around the corner though.

Morgana: (Casually Shrugs with a Small, Playful Smirk on his Face) You never know~ Anything could happen in a night like this.

Ren: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) True, true. Let's just hope it isn't anything too chaotic.

Futaba: Relax!~ Nothing bad will happen tonight. Hopefully.

Ren: (Snickers a Bit) Nice words of security there, lil sis.

Futaba: (Immediately Pouts at her Big Brother Figure) Oh hush up you!!

The four eyes duo begins to banter at one another while their appointed Coffee Dad, Sojiro is watching them in the background behind the bar booth with Makoto standing next to him.

Sojiro: ('Sigh') Welp. Tonight's finally the night, kiddo. (Turns to Makoto) Still feeling nervous?

Makoto: (Gives Sojiro A Small Confident, but Sheepish Smile on her Face) A little, but not as much as I was when I told my soon to be mothers-in-law about the proposal earlier today.

Sojiro: (Intrigued While Nodding) Ahh, you finally told ypu say? How did that turn out?

Makoto: As well as you expected.

Flashback to a Few Hours Later, Bayonetta and Palutena's Bedroom.......

Palutena: (Sitting at the Front of the Bed With Bayonetta While Giving Makoto a Serious Looking Glare on her Face) So, you're finally going to ask our son's hand in marriage after a few years of being together, at the very last day of the year....

Bayonetta:: (Raises an Eyebrow at Makoto) And now you're standing here in our abode, asking for OUR blessings of the matter?

Makoto: (Simply, but Slightly Nervously Nodded) That's correct. I know it might be too much to ask at this point, Ms. Palutena and Ms. Bayonetta, but-

Bayonetta: (Raises her Hand Up in Front of Her, Instantly Makes Makoto Stop Talking) Nuh-uh, you are not allowed to call us misses anymore, young lady!

Palutena: (Simply Nodded) That's right.

Makoto: (Fearing For the Worse) O-Of course, ma'am. I'm-

Palutena/Bayonetta: (Suddenly Hops Off the Bed and Gives Makoto a Very Tearful Hug) CALL US MOMS INSTEAAAAAAAAD!!~ (Cries Loudly)

Makoto: (Taken Aback by the Sudden Group Hug) Oh! S-So ...does this means I have your blessings after all?

Bayonetta: Of course, dear~ ('Sniff') You've always had our blessings since the very day we first met!~

Palutena: We only wanted to do tough parents act on you once tonight, we didn't mean to scare you like that!!~

Makoto: (Smiles Sheepishly) That's alright, you two. I should've expected all of this to happen in retrospect...

'Door Opens'

Pit: AH!- (Trips Down on the Floor Before Pointing his Finger Up in the Air) We weren't eavesdropping!!

Kirby: (Happily Waves Hello to the Ladies Inside the Room) Hii!~

Pit: (Quickly Gets Himself Back Up From the Ground Before Twiddling his Fingers and Putting on a Bit of an Awkward Smile on his Face) But on the rare chance that we did wind up listening to the whole conversation in the-

Makoto: (Sighs While Playfully Rolling her Eyes a Bit) Yes, Pit-san, I'm planning on marrying your big brother in the near future-

Pit: YAY!!~ (Happily Runs Over and Joins the Makoto Hugfest Along with Kirby) We're officially siblings now!~

Makoto: (Giggles Softly) As in-laws!~

Pit: Same difference, right?

Makoto: (Smiles Softly) Guess so. (Kiss the Top of her Future Brothers in Laws' Heads One by One)

Back to the Present

Sojiro: (Chuckles Lightly) I swear, that family keeps getting wackier by the minute.

Makoto: (Giggles Softly) Definitely!~ I'm so happy to be a part of it. (Turns to Sojiro) Amd have you as my uncle-in-law, sir. (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) But I wonder.......Do I call you just by Uncle-in-Law alone or would "Coffee Dad" suffice?

Sojiro: (Casually Shrugs) I'd be fine woth either one personally. Your friends been calling me Coffee Dad for a long now though, so you might as well go with that.

???: I agree.

Makoto gets startled as turns to see one of her best friends, Ann Takamaki standing next to her on the other side.

Ann: Considering his line of business and fatherly vives, i say the name fits him pretty well, you know?

Makoto: (Genuinely Surprised by Ann's Presence) Ann? W-Where did you come from?

Ann: The back room.

Ann points Makoto to the cafe's back room where the rest of their friend group, Phantom Thieves (including Shiho, Omega and Astro Bot) are seen happily waving hello to Makoto while playing a game of Uno.

Ann: We're currently waiting for our chance to come out when the time is right. (Turns Back to Makoto) You ready to get this main event started?~

Makoto: ('Sigh') Ready as I'll ever be hopefully....

Ann: (Gives Makoto a Shoulders Massage and a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Hey, just remember everything I taught you up to this point: stay calm, don't hesitate, and if there comes a point where it's start getting a little challenging down the line-

Makoto: Find a work around towards the proposal itself and have it play out from there?

Ann: (Genuinely Surprised by the Answer Makoto Just Given Her) .....I was gonna say wing it till you make it, but that works a whole lot better. (Happily and Playfully Slaps the Back Side of Makoto's Arm) Now, go out there and put a ring on your man's finger!~

Makoto: (Giggles Ticklishly by the Slap and Ann's Pep Talk) Alright, I'm going!~ Wish me luck! (Waves Goodbye to Ann and Sojiro For Now Before Finally Makes her Way to Ren and now Her Table)

Ann: (Puts on a Teary Looking Smile on her Face) You see that, Sojiro-San? (Wipes a Singke Tear Off her Eyes) ('Sniff') Our two, dorky lovebirds are growing up fast over there~

Sojiro: (Puts on a Laid Back Smirk on his Face) Still think they still have a few ways to go in adulthood, but I'm inclined to agree to that notion just this once. (Turns to Ann) I'm happy for you and Shiho as well, you know?

Ann: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks!~ I'd be lying through my teeth if I say I wasn't at least a little nervous about the future ahead right now, but I know we have what it takes to face it together. (Turns Back to Her Two Friends in the Distance) Same for those two.

Back to Ren and Co.

Ren: (Playfully Shrugs at a Growling Futaba) Hey, I'm just say. You could work on your maturity a little bit more, kiddo. (Forms a Cocky Smirk) That should definitely be your resolution for the next year coming up.

Futaba: (Comically Glares at Ren) Work on how to keep that smart mouth od yours on a tight lid sometime and THEN we'll talk!!

'Clears Throat'

Ren and Futaba has finally ceased their bickering as them, Mona, amd Lavenza looks up to see Makoto softly glaring down at the duo.

Makoto: Would it kill you two not fight at the final few minutes of the year at least? Lord knows you can't last a whole minute do so in the next one.....

Trio: (Happily Cheersat the Queen in Front of Them) MAKOTO!~

Ren: (Smiles Brightly at his Girlfriend) Finally, the Queen of the hour has arrived. (Forms a Flirty Smirk on his Face) You're looking as beautiful as always~

Makoto: (Smirks Back at her Boyfriend) And you look as obnoxiously cute as you've ever been~ Makes me wanna kiss you already~ (Makes a Single Kiss Noise)

Ren: (Makes a Clicking Sound Through his Teeth While Winking at Makoto)

Morgana: (Immediately Gets Up From his Seat) Annnd that's our cure to leave.

Lavenza: (Follows Behind Mona with a Smile on her Face) We wouldn't want intrude on your special date night together~

Futaba: (Got Up From her Seat as Well) We'll be in the back if you need us. In the meantime- (Forms a Mischievous, Cheeky Grin on her Face) Enjoy the rest of the evening here together~

Futaba/Mona/Lavenza: Nyehehehehehehee!~ (Scurry Their Ways to the Back Room)

Ren: (Raises an Eyebrow at the Trio Scurrying Away) Okay, I don't know which I weirder: those three leaving the moment you've arrived here or hearing Mona and Lavenza do Futaba's gremlin laugh.

Makoto: (Sits Herself Down at the Other Side of the Table) They have been spending time with Futaba for a good while now, it was only a matter of time for them to pick up some of her habits. (Puts on a Bit of a Sheepish Smile on her Face) That being said, I wouldn't worry too much about those three altogether personally. This is our date night after all.

Ren: True, true. We could use all the alone time we can get right now. So how's college life these days?

Makoto: Tiresome, but still a nice experience all things considered. Forgot to tell you beforehand, but I've managed to ace the final exam on Sociology for the semester the days ago.

Ren: (Smiles Proudly at his Queen) Nice! I always knew you can do, hon.

Makoto: (Smiles Back at Ren) Thanks!~ I didn't think I had what it takes at first, truth be told, but I'm glad I was able to prove myself wrong on that day. I hope everything has been going well for you at the bar as of late.

Ren: It has- (Quickly Raise his Hand Up Beside Him) And don't worry! Not a single bar fight has occurred as of late all thanks to that bodyguard Uncle Rodin hired.

Makoto: ('Sighs in Relief') That's very good to hear. (Starts Cracking her Knuckles a Bit) I would hate to have to come over there myself.....

Ren: (Snickers a Bit) And do what? Raise some actual hell in there?

Makoto: (Pouts at Ren) Obviously! You know I don't play when it comes to you and your well being. You'd do the same for me.

Ren: You goddamn right. You're my world, the love of my life- (Place his Hand on his Chest While Singing a Bit) You're my inspiration!~

Makoto: (Starts Snickering into Laughter) Oho my God, Ren!~ That was so cheesy, even for you~

Ren: (Gives Makoto a Playful Glare) Hey, I thought you said you love my cheesiness!

Makoto: No, I seemed to remember telling you that I love and adore you as a whole. Your cheesy side is the only thing I can take or leave- (Starts Smirking at Ren) And I'm more than tempted to leave I behind this year.

Ren: ('Scoffs') Yeah, I like to see you try.

Makoto: (Leans Herself Foward and Over to Ren) An hour or so after the countdown. Your old room upstairs. Don't be late.

Ren: (Leans Over to Makoto) Sounds good to me. Can't wait.

The couple stare at each other for a few seconds until they both end up bursting out laughing and lean back to their seats shortly after.

Makoto: Oho my gosh~ Even in the first stage ofadulthood, we're such a mess~

Ren: Yea-he-hah!~ It's league better than being dull all day that's for sure. (Let's Out a Heavily Sigh, Helping Him Calm Down his Laughter in the Process) But...for real though, I'm glad we're still together now after all this time.

Makoto : (Smiles Softly) Me too. The last few years might have been challenging road for the both us to go through, even more individually, but none of that stop us from making it to the last day of the year.

Ren: Here's hoping we continue pushing through fpr mpre years to come. That sounds like a pretty reasonable New Years Resolution to make, don'tcha think?

Makoto: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah. It's perfect. (Takes One very Deep Breath Before Speaking Once More) Okay. (Now or never.) Hey, Ren?

Ren: Hm? What's up?

Makoto: There's......something I've been wanting to give you for a while now. A really long while to exact....

Ren: (Raises an Eyebrow, Intrigued) Really now? Must be one helluva a gift if you waited this long to give to me. What's the ocassion?

Makoto: Just a token of being together for this long. I've given a lot of thought and consideration of presenting it to you since the very beginning and regardless of how completely nervous I am about the whole, I refuse to back out of it now, so if you don't mind, could you please just.... close your eyes for a minute? At least when I tell you could?

Ren: Yeah, no problem. (Closes his Eyes) I don't think you have anything to worry about though.

Makoto: You really think so?

Ren: I really know so. You're dating the most laid back dork of the century and a semi easy pleaser to boot.

Makoto: (Snickers a Bit) YOU being a dork is an understatement of the century actually ~

Ren: Don't start, woman. The bottom line is that I'll love anything you give me no matter what it looks like. So quit worrying and give me your best shot. Leader's orders.

Makoto: (Takes Another Deep Breath) if you say so. You can open your eyes now.

Ren: Roger that, your highne-

Ren's eyes slowly starts to widen up to complete surprise at the slight behold right next to him. His Queen of his life, kneeling down on one knee and presenting him with a tiny black box on the palm of his hands.

Makoto: Ren Amimaya, since the very first day we met, I had a low opinion of you just like almost everyone else at our high school at the time. But as time passes by and the more we bond with one another, I realized you were absolutely nothing like everyone thought you were. You're sweet, brave, intelligent, compassionate whenever you want, and you're just...really fun to be around in general, so much so that all of those traits and more were far more than enough for me to fall in love with you completely down the line. You even inspired me not only come out of my comfort zone and fight for what I believe in, but also improve myself as a person every single day. Case in point, you've... practically turned my around for the better and....

Tears finally begins to fall out of Makoto's eyes as she is trying her absolute hardest to continue without breaking down completely.

Makoto: ('Sniff') I don't know....what my life would've been like if you or all of the friends we've made along the way, aren't in my life right now. Hell, i don't even want imagine that scenario, because this is now and and the only thing i wanna say in this very café is..... I love you. ('Sniff') I love you, I love you, I love you, i love you so GODDAMN much, Ren-Ren!~ ('Sniff') And I will always....ALWAYS say that to you for as long as we both live! But not as boyfriend and girlfriend, but....husband and wife instead. So....from the bottom of my heart and the depth of my entire soul- (Opens the Box, Revealing a Beautiful, Shiny Ring From Inside) Would you please.make me the most happiest woman in the whole wide world and-

Ren: Yes.

Makoto: Marry m- Wait. H-Hang on! (Pouts a Bit) You didn't even let me finish my- sentence....

Makoto's eyes begins to widens at the slight of Ren Amimaya, the fearless, cunny leader of the Phantom Thieves and the young man that long since stolen his Queen's heart, starts tearing up as well as he tries to hide it, to little prevail.

Makoto: Oh Ren.....('Sniff') Are you okay?

Ren: Y-Yeah, just- ('Sniff') Give me a moment, will ya? ('Sniff') (Chuckles Lightly) Your words are moving me like a whirlwind right now

Makoto: (Giggles Wetly) Well, what do you expect? I'm pouring my heart out here!~

Ren: I know, I know, I love every second of it. ('Sniff') (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) Okay, so you really want to go through woth this, huh?

Makoto: Absolutely. There's nothing else I rather do than proposal to you right now.

Ren: Cool, but...('Sniff') You sure I'm the right choice? I'm still pretty reckless.

Makoto: And? I'll keep scolding you till you stop, which I doubt it would be anytime soon.

Ren: ('Heh') Obviously. I just....('Sniff') Hope I don't become too much for you to deal with down the road.

Makoto: (Gently Grabs Hold of Ren's Hand) Ren, stop. You have always been a gem to be around and I refuse let you or anyone else say otherwise. The road of marriage won't be easy, but I know we both have what it takes to get through any obstacle that dares to stand in the way of our path.

Ren: As a team?

Makoto: Exactly! I told you you're smart. Now, I'll ask once more. (Gently Squeezes Ren's Hand) Will you please make the happiest woman in the world....and Marry me.

Ren: (Stares into Makoto's Beautiful Smile Fore a Few Seconds Before Coming Up with the Answer with a Smile of his Own) ('Sniff') Let's fucking go.

Makoto: (Burst Out Laughing Again) Renhen!~ Are you serious right now?

Ren: (Starts Crackling Up While Shrugging at Makoto) What? That's my final answer.

Makoto: (Tries Calming Down her Laugher) You know that's not what I mea, dumb-dumb~ Answer the proposal properly!!~

Ren: Okay, okay!~ Playtime's over now. (Gives Makoto a Very Sincere Smile) I do, Makoto Niijim-

'POP POP' 'POP'

Ren: (Gets Startled by the Sudden Pop Noises) What-

The duo turns to see their group of friends and Sojiro joyously cheering and applauding them for their sweet and successful proposal.

Ren: (Felt the Engagement Ring Gettiing Put on his Finger Whole Talking to his Crew) You guys been watching us this entire time?

Sojiro: (Shakes his Hand Around a Bit) Only at the proposal part. (Forms a Proud Smirk on his Face) And I believe I speak for everyone here that it is about damn time you two numbskulls got engaged.

Thieves: (Applauds the Newly Proposed Couple Once Again) Yeeeah!/ I know that's right!~/Woo!/Zero surprises to this outcome detected.

Futaba: (Happily Sprints Over Ren and Makoto's Tabls) Either way, CONGRATULATIOOOOOONS!~ (Hugs Makoto) I knew you could do it, big sis- In law~ (Winks at Makoto)

Yusuke: (Happily Nodded in Agreement as He Walks Over to the Couple Along with the Others) Truly remarkable indeed.

Haru: (Happily Clasps her Hands Together) Words cannot express how happy we are for you two right now!~

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly as Well) I couldn't even begin to fathom how romantic the entire ordeal was~ (Turns to Mona) I truly hope my proposal to you will live up to theirs in the distant future.

Morgana: Yeah, I- (Eyes Widened at What Lavenza Just Said as She Lays the Side of her Head onto his Shoulder) Future......(Starts Blushing) P-P-Proposal!?~

Ann/Ryuji: REN!~ (Pulls Ren into a Very Loving Group Trio Hug)

Ryuji: (Playfully Gives Ren a Noogie) How's it feel to finally be a married man, my bro?~

Ren: (Chuckles Ticklishly) Unexpected, but amazing all the same. I'm super happy right now.

Ann: (Smiles Brightly) You better be, we're finally marrying the women of our dreams!~

Ren: (Shares a Hi-Five with Ann) Hell yeah! There's so much to do to set up for the wedding, I don't know where to start.

Ann: You know, Shiho and I been thinking about this for awhile now, but how would you guys like to share the wedding with us?

Ren: As like a real huge one? Are you sure you don't mind?

Ann: (Happily Nodded) Of course we don't. We'd be saving Momma Peach the trouble from setting up two seperate weddings if we have one together. And besides- (Places her Hands onto Ren's Shoulders while Giving him a Sincere Look in her Eyes) There's no one I would rather share this beautiful moment with than with one of my best friends in the whole world: you, Renny.

Ren: (Heart Begins to Melt as He Starts Tearing Up Again While Chuckling) ('Sniff') D-Damnit, Ann!~ Is this "Make Ren Cry Day" today? What the fuck!?~

Ryuji: (Forms a Teasing Grin) Well, if want us to make it an unofficial holiday, then-

Ren : (Comically Glares and Pounts at his Best Friend) Don't even think about it, Sakamoto!!

Ann: Relax, 'hon. (Hugs Ren Again) Gotta let your tears out every once and a while. We love you~

Ren: ('Sniff') Love you jerks, too.

Ryuji: Love us enough to make "Ren Cry Day" official?

Ren: (Glares at Ryuiji Again) What did I JUST say!?

Ann: Quit being a boob, Ryuji!

Ryuji: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, it ain't my fault I got him crying again.

Ann: (Comically Glares) It will be if ya don't hush up!

Ren: Yeah!!

Makoto: (Sighs While Watching the Trio Banters Back and Forth with One Another Along with Shiho) Those three has GOT to be the biggest dorks in this planet.

Shiho: (Snickers a Bit) I know~ And we're about to marry two of then one of these days~ (Turns to Makoto) How do you feel now that finally proposal?

Makoto: Relieved and blessed that it's all over and done with. (Smiles at Shiho) I can't thank you enough for going ring shopping with me months ago. I doubt I would have half the courage to pull it off if I didn't.

Shiho: (Smiles Sheepishly) It's nothing, really. I'm just glad we're both able to do it before the year ends. I can't wait for what the next one will have in store for us.

Makoto: Yeah, me too.

Omega: Twenty one seconds until the countdown reaches zero!

Sojiro: (Eyes Widened) Shit, it's starting already? (Sighs While Patting on his Pants Pocket and Then his Aporn) Where the hell did I put that remote?

Futaba: Go long!

Sojiro: Huh? (Notices the Remote Flying Towards Him Before Astro Bot Catches his for Him with One Hand) ('Sighs in Defeat') What am I going to do with that girl of mines? (Smiles Down at the Mini Robot Standing on his Shoulder) Nice catch, little guy.

Astro Bot happily nods and gives the remote to Sojiro. As he turns on the TV, the ball is now counting down to.....

TV: SIX....FIVE.....FOUR.....THREE......TWO......ONE.......

HAPPY NEW YEAR, Everyone!!

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[s1nfu7h0r53f7y]

It’s the middle of the night, only a few weeks after the Princess of Hell was born. Lucifer cradles Charlie in his arms, exhausted but content to have finally gotten her back to sleep, and that he was giving Lilith a chance to get some much needed rest. While he likely could put Charlie back in her crib at this point, he decides to hold her for a while longer.

Lucifer starts getting a bit misty, seeing her sweet face so peaceful. It still baffles him that he was actually able to tend to her as well as he had been. He’s the original fuck up, how was he able to do anything good? For that matter, how could anyone that was basically his mirror be so perfect?

Charlie whimpered and shifted a bit in her sleep. Lucifer immediately got nervous: was it something he did, was it a nightmare?! He began gently stroking her head, repeatedly whispering things in the vein of “shh shh, it’s okay, it’s okay! I’m here, daddy’s here.” After a bit, Charlie began to settle down, nestling into Lucifer, her ear and half her face right over his heart.

Tears started welling again in Lucifer’s eyes. This precious, innocent soul trusted him so deeply. He felt unworthy, yet touched. Lulu spread his wings, then gently wrapped them around himself and his daughter. “For the longest time, what few dreams I had have been painful nightmares. Now, I don’t care if they plague me, or even if I never dream again. I’ve been granted the most beautiful, glorious dream, and what makes it truly special is that despite how impossible it was to even imagine it could exist, it became real. *starts trembling, tears finally falling, voice breaking* You’re my dream come true, Char-Char.”

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

**Dies**

I love this. I should include this for a story or something.

Wade will casually ask Logan what kind of music he likes. Blues rock. Classic. A bit of country. Even some heavy metal when he's in the mood for something angry. Then he asks him what artists and bands he likes. And he goes online.

Logan's birthday arrives. Wade asks him to open up this big ass package. Logan rolls his eyes, expecting it to be some dumb prank. But instead...it's a record player. With all the records he listened to when he lived with the X-Men. He can't speak for a moment, tears well up in his eyes. He hugs Wade tight.

"Thank you!", he manages to whisper

[whateveriwant]

I have this one very specific headcanon that Simon is naturally left-handed.

From the moment his little infant consciousness kicked in and he realized he could grab things and bring them to his tiny slobbery mouth, Simon was instinctively reaching with his left hand. But as he got older, for some reason or another, he lost his left-handedness. Well, “lost” is the nicer way of putting it; the truth was he rejected it.

Maybe it was because he was being bullied at school or, hell, maybe he was being harassed by his own father because of it. Whatever the reason, when he was still a boy, Simon forced himself to use his right hand until it became second nature to him.

So now fast forward 30-odd years to where Simon is now a grown adult. He’s got a good job, a nice house, a loving partner…

And, wouldn’t you know it, he’s got a kid who’s left-handed.

Well, let me tell you, the moment Simon realized his kid seemed to favor their left hand over their right, he literally started to weep. But he didn’t cry out of sadness or frustration. Though, it wasn’t out of sheer happiness either.

To be honest, Simon wasn’t exactly sure what he was feeling at that moment. Pride? Envy? Catharsis after experiencing a lifetime of people being cruel over the most trivial of reasons?

Either way, you can bet your ass Simon immediately bought his kiddo any and every left-handed-specific gadget that was out there. Left-handed scissors, left-handed notebooks, left-handed can openers.

Why does a toddler need a can opener? Who cares! The point is that Simon knows just how hard it is to be a leftie in a rightie’s world. So if he can do something to make his kid’s life a little easier – to make the world a more forgiving place than the one he grew up in – he will do that with zero hesitation.

[rafey-baby]

bf!rafe making his girl feel better after a particularly long day...

18+ mdni!

c/w: rafe being big and comforting, cockwarming, use of daddy

wc: 480

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She's been particularly emotional and sensitive for the entire day because life is so hard and sometimes she just feels so hopeless; feels like a complete failure who can't do anything right.  

“Rafe, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just feel so fucking miserable sometimes. And I’m just so tired all the time,” she sniffles into his chest.

“Shh, there’s nothing wrong with you, alright? Just feeling a little overwhelmed, yeah?” He’s murmuring softly in her hair as she sobs, crocodile tears soaking his shirt.

“You’re all good. I’m here, Sweetheart. It’s just me, Rafe, alright?" His gentle voice reassures her, making her nuzzle her face into the crease of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent.

"There you go, just let it out, I’ve got you,” he settles a warm palm on her back, drawing lazy circles and smoothing a warm hand over her thigh. Big strong arms cage her to his body and he just holds her as she weeps, all exhausted and forlorn.

“I know, Sweetheart, I know. Just needed a cry, hm?” His steady heartbeat and breathing is starting to calm her down some as she rests her head on his chest, listening. And when she stops crying for a bit he mumbles tenderly. “There we go, just needed your Daddy, yeah?” 

“Rafe…” she whines out, still so restless he’s not sure how to pacify her until he feels her rocking in his lap, mindlessly rutting against the bulge in his pants. Soon enough he’s hard because how is he meant to help it when she’s gazing up at him with tear soaked eyes and swollen lips?

She just looks so pretty that he gets a desperate itch to squeeze her weakened form in his solid hands all over until she’s squealing, begging for him to stop with hearty giggles bubbling out of her throat.

"Don't worry that little head of yours so much, alright? Breaks m'heart. But I'll make it better for you," he mutters as he takes himself out; tucking his cock in her needy cunt, making her despondent crying come to a halt. He's always such a snug fit between her gummy walls and now he just stays there, stretching her out and making her feel so full.

And it works.

Her eyes cloud over some, erratic breathing evening out as she turns into something mellow, placid in his firm hold, making him smile. “That’s what you needed, huh? Just needed Daddy to stuff his cock in you, yeah?”

And she’s humming, whining, brain mushy as she wraps her hands around his sturdy abdomen and rests her head on his chest; his measured respiration and the steady beating of his heart soothing her, making her sleepy.

“There you go, Sweetheart. You’re all good. I’m right here, not going anywhere, alright?” he placates her as her eyes finally flutter shut.

[lilacgaby]

katsuki would not be overly sweet to his crush. he would come off as mean.

it's not his fault! you make him feel things he'd never felt before. especially if you met him when he was in middle school or early on in his first year. he didn't know why his heart beat fast around you, why his hands sweated more around you, why his mind blanked when you asked him simple things.

his solution? avoid you and get out of conversations with you as soon as he can.

it worked, for a while. but he found that your friend groups overlapped, and sometimes you'd even be grouped together in class.

most conversations between you went as such. "hey, uh bakugo?" you'd ask, moving to face him. he'd stay still as a board, ignoring the rush of his heart and hot feeling on his cheeks. his grip on his pen tightened.

at no response you'd continue. "do you have a-"

"no."

"??? i didn't even-"

"leave me alone."

good thing his friends picked up on his behavior and diagnosed him with said crush. and good thing they shoved the two of you into a closet for seven minutes in heaven, forcing him to finally talk to you, finally realize these feelings brightened him up inside and weren't as bad as he made them out to be.

after that he begun to treat you differently, it was seen in the small things like offering you his jacket, fixing your hair for you, walking you home.

but more than everyone, you'd be the most surprised. because the same guy who avoided you like the plague would be offering his shoulder for you to lay on.

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

yall i kinda dont care what you gotta say on this one cus its real to me but katsuki is lowkey a crybaby. i fully believe he cries extremely easy,, like..HAVE YOU SEEN HIM ??? do you see how quickly bothered and emotional he gets over stuff ? no,not angry—bothered and emotional. (but the angry part also works lowkey i like to think in certain situations he gets so angry he cries.)

so yeah every time you argue—wether it’s over the phone n he hangs up on you or in person and he storms off to get away from you. he’s just so mad at you, he’s angry so so angry but he doesn’t like fighting with you. he’s in the right, he’s sure he is.. but a minuscule little part of him sorta wishes he wasn’t so this fight never happened. and also, don’t tell anyone, but he’s also pretty fucking worried you’ll leave him.

oh and there they are, he feels little tears prick at his lash line, practically clawing at his face the moment he feels them coming. he sniffles loudly nose already clogged and he scowls so hard, eyebrows pinched harder like that’ll make them go away.

he’s angry, so angry. he tries to convince himself he’s fuming just so he can stop crying.

—and he cries anyway. it’s nothing too dramatic, no sobs. only a hiccup manages to pass through his lips and he’s heaving and sniffling hard, wiping at his eyes and nose.

and he cries anyway.

[ozzgin]

On the topic of emotional support monsters: service vampire with a Reader who has a blood related disease (like anemia).

You turn to your undead partner, who has been nudging you relentlessly for the past ten minutes.

“I’m presently talking to someone”, you confess, somewhat irritated by the persistence.

“My beloved”, they begin, lowering themselves to your ear level and continuing in a discreet whisper: “I believe you need to lay down, or you may soon feel dizzy.”

They take another hearty breath from your uncovered neck.

“Oh yes, I’m certain. Sit down, and I’ll bring you some sugary treats.”

[Rent-A-Monster]

[samaraxmorgan]

Your Roommate Sukuna

“That Time He Got Jealous Of His Twin Brother”

Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!

Contains: brothers au, pure fluff, slight Yuuji x Reader but we all know who you’re really here for, Sukuna is down bad, narration is mostly from Sukuna’s POV

Word Count: 1.80k

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Sukuna is a fucking geinus.

His plan is full proof. His brothers put him in charge of buying the tickets for some stupid ass movie Yuuji wants to go see, and you always write your work schedule down on the calendar taped to the fridge. Sure, yeah, maybe he had to call out sick for today because this was the only day that Choso had work and you didn’t, but now he knows that his plan will fall perfectly into place. Yuuji is already at the apartment, you’ll come downstairs eventually, and Yuuji will invite you to come to the movie in Choso’s place, making it look like a total coincidence and definitely not something he’s been meticulously planning all week.

Could he have just, I don’t know, asked you to go on a date with him? Of course not, that’s fucking ridiculous. This makes so much more sense.

I mean, you absolutely loved The Human Centipede, definitely weren’t covering your eyes in terror and disgust when he showed it to you, so it’s a no brainer that you’ll just adore Human Earthworm. Hah! What a fuckin’ joke, you’ll be dragging Sukuna out of the theatre within five minutes and begging him to take you out somewhere else without his annoying twin brother.

It’s perfect.

Him and Yuuji are lounging on opposite ends of the couch while Yuuji is going on and on about an Elden Ring boss he can’t beat. Sukuna has his boots propped up on the coffee table and his arms resting behind his head as he half listens to his brother, and more so keeps an ear out for your footsteps upstairs.

“I was gonna try and beat her without summons but she’s kicking my ass, how many tries did it take you?”

“One.”

“Ugh!” Yuuji flops backwards on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and shoving it over his face, his defeated whines muffled through the plush cotton, “She’s so impossible!”

Footsteps, finally. As you walk into the living room Yuuji uncovers his face, and you stop dead in your tracks, pointing at him, and then his brother, back and forth a few times before rubbing your eyes.

“Holy shit, there’s two of you?”

Oh yeah, I never mentioned my family huh?

Sukuna just gives you a smug smirk, “Three, but the emo one couldn’t make it.”

Yuuji perks up, jolting upright on the couch and giving you a bright smile, “Hi! I’m the normal one!”

You pull a chair out from the kitchen table, plopping yourself down into the wooden seat, “I think I’m gonna faint.”

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Sukuna is… a fucking idiot.

He knew his brother had a bubbly personality and could get along with literally anyone, but how was he supposed to know that you two would hit it off so well? Yuuji is pulling out all the stops, holding the door open for you, offering to pay for your popcorn, god it’s like he’s trying to get on Sukuna’s nerves.

Granted, it’s not like Sukuna told him that he likes you, but I mean for fucks sake that’s his twin brother! Shouldn’t he have some sort of sixth sense for this kind of thing?

That pink haired fucker has you wrapped around his little finger, you’re looking at him with googly eyes and cheesing like it’s fucking picture day. Ridiculous. Why don’t you ever smile like that for him? He’s funny!

I’m never letting him in the apartment again.

The three of you walk up to the top row of the nearly empty theater, Sukuna making sure to sit right between you and Yuuji. Previews are rolling on the screen as Sukuna is trying his damndest to hide the scowl on his face, his large arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches the way the large screen reflects different colors into your eyes. He didn’t really think this far ahead, he’s got you next to him at the movies but… what now? He’s mentally kicking himself enough as it is for not considering his overly charismatic brother, and now he’s realizing that he doesn’t even know what his own intentions are.

Did he just want to take you somewhere? Is he trying to sleep with you? Does he want to be… romantic with you?

God, what has he become? He’s supposed to be the tough fucking scary guy and he’s not only getting shown up by his nerdy brother, but also getting nervous at the thought of making a move on you.

Yuuji flings popcorn in your direction, making you squeal out a giggle as it gently lands in your hair. Sukuna groans, hardly paying attention as he’s deep in thought, running his finger through your hair and flicking the popcorn away. He’s so consumed in his own head that he completely misses the blush that tints your cheeks at his tender touch.

Should I have even bothered with this? I feel like staying at the house would’ve been better at this point.

A piece of popcorn flies into his eye.

“Ugh,” This is so stupid, Sukuna rubs his eyelid with his thumb, “Watch it, brat.”

Yuuji tosses his hands up defensively and you giggle again, leaning over the armrest and placing your pointer finger on Sukuna’s cheek, tilting his face to turn towards you. Have your eyes always been that bright?

“Ooh, bullseye.” He can feel your breath fanning on his face, you’re so close, but just as abruptly as you leaned in, you lean back into your seat. God, he wants more than anything to tell you to come back, but the words wouldn’t be able to escape his lips if he tried. Unfortunately, all he manages to do is glare down at you and make you shift awkwardly under his gaze, mumbling out a quick apology.

Fuck. I think I scared them.

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From what you’ve been able to gather, this movie is weird. Is it horror or romance? You’ve been having trouble paying attention, far too distracted by Yuuji leaning over the very annoyed looking Sukuna to excitedly whisper tidbits about the movie to you. But every time you look over to Yuuji your eyes can’t help but wander to Sukuna’s profile, the flashing lights of the large screen illuminating his tattooed skin, his bottom lip tutting out to blow the loose strand of his pink hair resting on his brow out of his eyes-

Ah dammit, I’m doing it again.

You’re so confused. Sukuna has been giving you mixed signals all night, sweetly running his fingers through your hair one moment, then glowering at you like he wants you dead the next. He’s so unpredictable, and you’ve been so distracted by him all evening that you’ve hardly been able to pay any attention to poor Yuuji, giving him bright smiles and fake laughs while your mind is completely consumed with Sukuna.

He’s been so grumpy the entire evening, you’ve been feeling like he’s… disappointed? Is he mad his other brother couldn’t come? Is he mad that you took the emo one’s place? Would he rather somebody else have gone to the movie with him? It was Yuuji’s idea for you to tag along, so it’s safe to assume that if Sukuna wanted you here he would have just invited you, right?

But then every now and again his eyes flicker to you, watching. Why is he looking at you like that? With his gaze so uncharacteristically soft, scanning your face like he’s searching for something, from the corner of your eye you can catch him looking at your lips.

Is there something on my face?

You’re ripped from your thoughts as a blood curdling scream erupts from the speakers, making you jump in your seat. You catch the tiniest glimpse of a smirk creeping on the corner of Sukuna’s lips as he sits like a rock, completely unbothered as per usual. You gently kick his foot under the seat, and he presses his large boot onto the top of your sneaker, pinning your shoe under his and keeping your foot locked in place under the sole of his steel toe boot.

You cross your arms over your chest, letting out a frustrated huff at him that only makes his grin grow wider, his face still pointed towards the large screen as he flashes his canines at you. He props his elbow on the armrest between you, resting his chin on the ball of his palm as he peers down at you with a smug grin.

“You ready to get out of here yet?”

Cocky fucker, I swear he gets off on making me mad.

“No.” You snap back defensively.

Unbeknownst to you, his question was not rhetorical. But you’re in it now, determined to sit through this entire movie even if it kills you. You’re bothering him enough just by being here, the last thing you want to do is make him feel like he needs to leave.

His smirk shifts into a grimace as he taps his boot on top of your shoe. You slide your sneaker away but he loops his calf around yours and pulls your leg towards him, gently kicking your foot. If you didn’t know better you’d almost think he was… trying to play footsies with you? You’re not really sure what he’s trying to do, all you know is that he’s still leaning on the armrest between you and probably unintentionally pulling you closer by your leg.

Your arm brushes against his as you try to maneuver your elbow onto the armrest, quietly muttering to him “You’re hogging up all the space.”

He leans down slightly to whisper in your ear, “Tragic. Use the other one.”

You nudge his forearm with your elbow, “Just move your arm.”

He lets out a quiet “Tch” and raises his arm to rest over the back of your seat instead, “This better, brat?”

You nod your head as a blush creeps onto your cheeks, luckily hidden by the darkness in the room. When you relax back into your chair you can feel his arm pressing into the back of your neck and his fingers lightly graze against your shoulder. It feels… kinda comforting, you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to lean into his touch and your heart starts to pound at the thought.

You don’t dare to look at Sukuna, deciding to quietly enjoy the moment. Which is a real shame, because if you did look at him there’s a chance you’d catch the way he’s gnawing on his bottom lip with a face that looks almost as flustered as your own.

He might be enjoying this more than you are, and he might even be thinking that having to sit through this movie might not be so bad after all.

A/N: POV you and Sukuna are two idiots who are into each other but neither of you have the balls to do something about it. Also writing Sukuna’s POV for the narration was SO FUN!!! We love our delusional king who sees you god forbid smile at another person and immediately assumes you’re in love with them Dividers by @adornedwithlight

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[kokokoula]

you fall first, but he falls harder

a/n: i can only write fluff, so please trust me that it's fluff. there's like, one usage of 'she', timeskip spoilers, and a bit of language. it's my longest fic yet (which isn't saying much), no beta we die like daichi

you don't know that tsukishima kei knows about your crush on him. it's so damn obvious, how you turn red so easily when he's around. unfortunately for you, though, he doesn't reciprocate, nor does he bother confronting you about it. you are his closest friend other than yamaguchi, and as much as he hates to admit it, he doesn't want to lose you as one. it's so tedious, anyways.

---

"it's our last year in karasuno, do you have anything planned?" you ask as you lay on the floor of tsukishima's room. you're supposed to be studying, since it was what you came over to do with kei and tadashi, but you gave up somewhere halfway in geography.

"it is my last year, but who knows about you? you've been slacking so much, you'd probably have to repeat a year. and could you get up?" he sighs and nudges your side with his foot.

"asshole," you mutter, cheeks growing red. if you knew that he just dodged your question, you don't do anything about it. "just you wait, i'll enroll into kyoto university and make you eat your words, beanpole."

"sure." his reply drips with sarcasm, but he doesn't doubt that you can make it far. there's a knock at the door.

"sorry for being late!"

"tadashi!!"

---

kei knows you can read him like an open book. you can tell he's having a bad day just by a conversation with him through text. he also knows that when he says that he doesn't want to talk, you immediately ring his phone.

the first time it happened, he had tried to decline your calls, or just ignore them entirely, but you're insistent. eventually he picked up, filled with pure irritation at that point.

"could you--"

"i'm heading over. i promise i won't push for any details. i'll even get strawberry shortcake on the way." you immediately stated. he paused to mull it over.

"fine, but if the cake sucks, i'm kicking you out." it's safe to say that the cake was good enough to make this a habit, so much so that tsukshima doesn't even know why you still call him to let him know you're coming over. the both of you know you will no matter what.

so here you are, sitting on his bedroom floor with him and eating desserts in silence, save for the music playing softly from his computer.

"you're gonna get in trouble with your parents when they realise you snuck out." he remarks. you shrug your shoulders, stuffing the remaining taiyaki in your mouth.

"i know."

"don't talk with your mouth full." you roll your eyes with a furious blush. somehow, you being here with him becomes sweeter than the strawberry shortcake.

---

you were there when tsukishima made the decision to go professional with volleyball.

his last match as karasuno's middle blocker had ended. his body was sore all over, but somehow the freak duo managed to convince him and yamaguchi to play one more match back at school, just the four of them with yachi. but even with landing third in nationals and a final intimate match with his teammates, he still somehow felt so unsatisfied.

the walk home with you was silent. he was grateful you didn't say anything. he couldn't handle any more questions about how he was feeling when he himself was unsure. it was when you two stepped outside the convenience store after getting ice cream did he come to the conclusion that he never wants to have a last match.

"i'm not going to give up on volleyball after graduation." he announced out of the blue. you were caught off guard for a bit, before grinning at him. "i expected that."

"why?"

"you call hinata and kageyama freaks for being so insane about volleyball, but you don't even realise that you're just as equally crazy about it as them." you said it so nonchalantly as you eat your ice cream, like you're stating a fact. now it was his turn to be taken off guard. he took a while to let it settle in before chuckling softly.

he should have known that you know him better than he does himself.

---

it's graduation day. tsukishima and kageyama are stuck with their four teary-eyed friends by their side. kei awkwardly pats your head, not knowing how to comfort you. you laugh at his feeble attempt, your rosy cheeks burning red. have you always been this cute? in the midst of all the bittersweet interactions, you get distracted by something on your phone, and let out a gasp.

"what is it, (name)?" yamaguchi asks. you're trembling slightly, and tsukishima grows worried.

"i, uh, got into kyoto university," you say in disbelief. "i actually got in!" everyone congratulates you, but you only care about one thing.

"tsukki, remember that day i told you i'd make you eat your words?" he hums in acknowledgement. you shove the acceptance email in his face, but he can only focus on how proud you look with that shit-eating smirk. "what do you have to say now, beanpole?"

he smiles. that's my best friend right there.

"nothing."

---

you were gone before the new year, and kei was handling your absence well until semester started. he had believed it'd be fine, you were only across the country, not across the world. plus, you promised you would call as often as you could.

but he doesn't see you in his classes anymore, and you don't come over when he's having a bad day. he got himself strawberry shortcake to lighten his mood like it usually does, but he only feels hollow. it doesn't help that since he's going pro, his volleyball training is almost everyday now, and with your commitments, he rarely gets to call you anymore. it hurts like hell inside.

"hey tsukki, you've been off recently. is everything ok?" tadashi calls him one day.

"i'm fine, yamaguchi." kei lies. tadashi isn't convinced.

"does it have something to do with (name) being in kyoto?"

"why would you say that?" he answered too quickly for his liking.

"well, you bring (name) up quite a bit, and when you realise she isn't there, you get all quiet and snappy." tsukishima is about to retort back, but then it hits him.

oh shit, he's in love.

---

the day you finally return back to miyagi to visit, tsukishima waits at the station with yamaguchi. kei's eyes are constantly searching the crowd and flickering to his watch every so often.

"tsukki, relax, she'll be here soon." he ignores tadashi's reassurance.

tsukishima kei is a composed man, always able to think before he acts. but when he catches sight of you, he runs. before you can register anything, he hugs you, gripping onto you like a lifeline, like he will die if he lets go of you.

"tsukki--"

"gosh, i missed you so much, you idiot." he knows you could have easily lost feelings for him when you were away.

"wha--"

"i've suffered so much because of your stupid, dumb ass." he doesn't care.

"wait--"

"i like you, so go out with me before you have to head back to kyoto." you're back, and he's scared to lose you again. every second you stay quiet, the louder his heart beats in his ears.

"really?" you finally say, your voice barely over a whisper.

"yea." another pause.

"guess i'm yours then, beanpole."

bonus:

"you know, i knew about your crush back in high school."

"what the heck?"

"you didn't necessarily hide it well."

"then i'll have you know that yamaguchi told me everything that had happened when i've been gone."

"...fuck."

[wifeyoozi]

Girl dad!cheol headcanons cuz I am feral

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who has spoiled your daughter ROTTEN with how many dolls and toys he's bought her.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who loves shopping for his baby girl and buying her new dresses and you had to scold him cuz your daughter's closet would really burst open at this point

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who knows all of his daughter's friends' names, her class, her teacher, and also all of her stuff toys' names

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who'd go to all of his daughter's parent teacher meetings and father's day at school and all of her matches or performances or shows no matter what.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who you'll come home to on a random Tuesday just to seem him wearing sloppy "makeup" all over his face.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who'll immediately come in to explain, "baby, (d/n) really wanted to play with your make up. I promise I'll buy you all of it again, okay? Please don't be mad at us!"

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol and your daughter who has a equally messed up face who looked wayyyy too adorable for you to be mad at.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who would love to teach your daughter to ride a bike or skate board and would definitely love playing with her baseball or basketball or any sport she wants to play.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who takes a crash course from you on everything he should know about women's menstruals as a dad as soon as his daughter turns 9

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who'd give "the talk" to any guy your daughter dates and just ends up intimidating the guy so much he's actually SCARED to even think of hurting your daughter.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who only uses nicknames like princess or pumpkin or sunshine even after she "grows up" (which she never really will in seungcheol's eyes, will always be his little baby)

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who kisses you like a love-starved man once your daughter is put to sleep.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who'd shove two fingers in your mouth as he fucks you so you don't make any noise and wake up your daughter with your filthy moans

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who whispers in your ear, "baby, don't you think d/n is lonely all by herself? Shouldn't we give her a little playmate?"

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who fucks a baby in your once again, filling you up to brim with his cum.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who is ecstatic when he finds out you are pregnant and literally the happiest man in the earth a few months later when he finds aout he's having another daughter.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who'll be the best husband and the best father to his three favourite girls for the rest of the eternity

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1253: Who I Am (Sonic X SSBU)

7:13 p.m. at the Smash Mansion's Living Room..............

TV Screen: ('Piano Playing')

Peach/Shadow: (Sitting Together in the Living Room's Sofa, Watching Golden Girls and Singing Along to It's Theme Song) Thank you for being a friend~ Travelled down the road and back again~ Your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidanteee!~

Shadow: (Bopping his Head a Bit While Singing) And if you threw party~

Peach: Iiiinvite everyone you kneeew!~

Shadow: You would see the biggest gift would be from me~

Peach: And the card attached would say-

Shadow/Peach/TV: Thank you for being a frieeeeeend!~

Peach: (Giggles Softly)

Shadow: (Turns to his Mother) What's funny?

Peach: (Turns to Shadow With a Loving Smile on her Face) Oh nothing~ Just admiring lovely your singing vocals are and how adorable you are for singing the Golden Girl's theme with me~

Shadow: (Turns Away While Blushing) Well, it is a catchy theme song.....

Peach: Very catchy!~ But I believe it sounds even more beautiful when the two of us sing it together, don'tcha think?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Agreed. (Turns Back to Peach) Just.....promise me you won't tell anyone about this? Rouge....and Sonic especially.

Peach: (Giggles Some More) Of course, dear!~ I won't say a word. (Gives Shadow the Sad Puppy Dog Eyes) The last thing mommy wants to do is upset you~

Shadow: i could never be upset with you, no matter how hard you try, mother. I'd be more embarrassed if anything....(Notices Peach's Pinky Reaching Out to Him)

Peach: You promise?

Shadow: (Crosses his Pinky with Peach's) Completely. (Turns Away While Blushing Again) I...love you by the way.

Peach: (Let's Out a Loud Gasps Before Happily Pulling Shadow into Loving Hug) I love you too, sweetie~ Always~ Thank you so much for spending the rest of the evening here with me.

Shadow: No problem. I enjoy my time here. It's far less depressing and stress inducing than watching my past unfold in the big screens....

Peach: (Frowns Worryingly as She Picks the Remote Up From the Sofa Next to Her and Uses it to Mute the TV Before Turning Back to Shadow) Shadow....is that the reason why you didn't join the others to movie theater this evening?

Shadow: That.....(Turns Away For a Bit) May or may not be the reason entirely-

Peach: (Gently Grabs Hold of Both of Shadow's Hands, Causing Him to Turn Back Her) Shadow, please, be honest with me. It's only the two of us in the mansion together and I am more than willing to hear and help out with whatever it is that is bothering you right now, without any sort of judgement on my end whatsoever. (Kiss the Top of Shadow's Hands in Front of Her) That I can promise you wholeheartedly.

Shadow: (Heart Begins to Melt a Bit Before Sighing in Defeat) Okay. I'll confess. I....don't think I feel conformable watching Sonic's new movie right now or ever at this point....

Peach: Is it because you're afraid of seeing your past get shown on screen like you said beforehand?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) Yeah. I'm fully aware that it won't be completely accurate to what really happened all those years ago, I.....didn't want to take that chance. (Starts Cringing a Bit) Even more so now that I heard there are a good number of people excited to see Maria get shot at some point down the line......

Peach: (Grimances and Cringes at that Detail as Well) Yeah, I don't blame you for feeling that way one bit, honey. People are weird...........

Shadow: (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) Ain't that the truth.

Peach: Do you still think about Maria these days?

Shadow: I do. I try not to do so too much as I used to though or at least not let it effect my current life in any way. That's not too high of an order to accomplish, is it?

Peach: (Gives Shadow a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Of course not, dear. There's nothing wrong with trying to move on with your life, just like there's no shame in thinking about her from time to time. And I'm more than certain you have wonderful memories with her in the past, right?

Shadow: (Chuckles a Bit of the Fond Memories Him and Maria Shares) Definitely. Illness aside, she was more active and energetic than half the people aboard the ARK. She taught me all the Earth's history and customs, always have play make believe and dress up with her and Abe-

Peach: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Abe?

Shadow: (Whispers into Peach's Ear) It's the G.U.N. Commander's name.

Peach: ('Gasps') Really? I didn't know that. (Giggles Softly) Such a cute name for him to have~

Shadow: (Smirks a Bit) I find it more hilarious if anything. Don't tell him I mentioned any of this to you, okay?

Peach: (Sticks her Pinky Out Again) Only if you promise not to make fun of him for it.

Shadow: (Wraps his Pinky Around Peach's Once More) We've been making a lot of promises tonight, haven't we?

Peach: Yeah, but I don't mind so long as we fulfill them together.

Shadow: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) I suppose. But back on topic, Maria has done a lot with and for me since then. Even when her body starts to weaken on random ocassions, her optimism never flatters, her determination shined bright, and her smile still remains till the better end.

Peach: (Smiles Sadly as She Wipes a Single Tear Off her Eyes) ('Sniff') She was such a brave little girl.

Shadow: The bravest there ever was. I admire her a lot the more I think about her and will forever appreciate her for loving me in the first place. (Let's Out Another Chuckle) Starting to think she knows more about me than I do myself these days.......

Peach: (Frowns Again) What do you mean by that?

Shadow: It's......('Sigh Heavily').....Complicated. (Looks Up at the Ceiling) Every time i learn more about myself and my past, I always end up questioning my purpose in life. Doesn't help the fact that most of the truth and information I've discovered thus far, are more negative than I hoped for them to be positive, making me more loss and conflicted as time goes by. So, now I sit here and wonder- (Raises his Hand Up in Front of his Point of View) Am I really the Ultimate Lifeform the professor set me out to be or am I this experimental freak, originally destined to wreak havoc.....and whom should never exist in the first place, like the select few from GUN says behind my back?

And there it is: the nerve struck within the princess' core. She knew first hand that most of Shadow's distant co-workers would think lowly of him, but to hear him admit that right next to her not only broke her heart but almost manages to piss her off immensely.

But rather than screaming it all out for the world to hear, Peach takes a very deep breath and channels her enraged emotions into a very calm, nurturing one. The type of emotions mothers would use to help console their children through any problems going their way.

Peach: Do you wanna know what I think?

Shadow: (Gives Peach his Attention) Hm?

Peach: I think you're......(Gives Shadow a Soft, Loving Smile) An inspiration.

Shadow: Inspiration?

Peach: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. You had to endure so much heartache and anger throughout your life. From the loss of Maria and the professor to people thinking the absolute worst of you, even from those who are supposed to be your allies, like you said. But you never let it all bring you down forever. Instead, you've managed to forged a path for yourself and fight for what you believe in and for those you truly care about. And you being this all powerful, alien hybrid doesn't and most certainly SHOULDN'T change the kind of person you set yourself out to be: a survivor, a hero in your own terms, and like I said before, an inspiration to those who look up to you, even me. All of that and more is who I think you are, Shadow the Hedgehog.

All the negarive thoughts and self doubt slowly but finally begins tonwash away as Peach's words of encouragement has managed to reach Shadow to the depths of his core. He was going to think of something to say until he felt something....wet falling down on both of his cheeks. He then uses the of his hand to wipe some of it off him and notice it was something he hasn't seen a very long time: his tears.

It used to be pretty rare for him to cry like this, let alone show any emotions besides anger and slight bit of cockiness, but ever since he joined the Smash Family, his vulnerable side would start to gdevelop to come out more often than he would ever like to admit, especially when he's around his appointed mother. They're not even remotely related and yet......Their undying love and care for him over the years made him want to protect each and everyone of them with his life.

Peach: (Notices the Tears Falling Down on her Son's Face) Shadow, are you-

Shadow: (Comes Back to Reality Before Quickly Turning Away Again) I-It's nothing, mother. Just.....('Sniff') something on my eyes is all. ('Sniff') Nothing for you to worry about at all....

Peach: Oh honey, come here!~ (Gently Pulls Shadow into Another Loving Hug) It's okay~ I know it's been bothering for some time now, you don't need to try and hide it from me~

Shadow: (Shakingly Hugs Peach Back) I-I....('Sniff') Didn't want to burden any of you with my own- ('Sniff') Convulted problems!

Peach: I know you didn't, baby. But your friends, family, and I don't mind hearing and helping you out every now and then. We love you way too much to let you suffer like this.

Shadow: I know. (Let's Out The Most Heaviest Sigh He Made in his Whole Life) I appericate that a lot. I also apologize for souring the atmosphere of our time together with my sudden tears.....

Peach: (Playfully Pouts at Shadow) Oh stop!~ As a ceritified crybaby myself, I am more than certain that you didn't sour anything.

Shadow: (Pulls Away From Peach and Takes One Good Look at Her) But I don't see you as a crybaby. You're far more strong and admiration than anyone gives you credit for, even me.

Peach: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as Tears Starts Falling Down From her Eyes) Shadow.....('Sniff') (Pulls Shadow Into Her Loving Hug Yet Again) YOU BIG SWEETHEART, THANK YOOOOU!~

Shadowv: (Winces a Bit While Patting on her Back a Bit) You're welcome, mother...I.

'Ringtone'

Peach: (Looks Down to See a Picture of Rouge Appear on the Screen of her Tablet as it Rings) Oh, it's Rouge. The movie must be over now. (Turns to her Baby) Are you gonna be okay face calling her and the others?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) Yeah. (Rubs his Eye a Bit) I think I've shed enough tears for one night...and hopefully the rest of the year for that matter.

Peach: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) You and me both, dear. (Answers the Call)

Rouge: (On Screen) Hey you guys!~ (Shows Off Everyone Else Present in the FaceTime Call)

Smash Family: (Happily Jumping Up.and Down and Waving Hello to Peach) HIII MOMMA PEACH!! HIII SHADOW~

Mario: (Happily Waves Hello on Screen as Well) Hello!~

Peach: (Happily Waves Back at Everyone Present on Screen) Hi everyone!~ (Forms a Seductive Smirk Towards Mario) And hello to you too, handsome~ (Makes a Kiss Noise)

Mario: (Tips his Hat to Peach With a Mirk of his Own) Milady~

Smash Kids: (Collective Groans in Disgust)

Peach: (Gives her Babies a Motherly Glare) Children, what did I say about being rude during your father and I flirty time?

Rouge: (Playfully Rolls her Eyes) Oh don't mind them, dear. The movie got them more hyperactive than when we first got in the ticket line.

Peach: (Giggles Softly) Is that right?~ I take it the movie itself was pretty good.

Rouge: It-

Sonic: (Suddenly Barges Himself into the Call, Wearing Some of His Movie's Merchandises) Was AMAZING! 100/10, Best Movie of the whole year! Would most certainly see it again!!

Rouge: ('Sigh') Yeah. What he said.

Peach: Oooh~ Such a high score~

Shadow: (Simply Shrugs) Not surprise. It's his movie.

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly at Shadow) And yours too, Faker! Albeit in a main supporting role.

Rouge: Are you two having at hom- (Suddenly Notices Something About Shadow on Screen) Wait. Your eyes....(Frowns Worryingly) Shadow, have you been crying?

Sonic: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wait, seriously? (Looks Closer at the Screen as He Lowers his Shades Down) I didn't even notice they were red at first there. (Frowns a Bit) You okay, man?

Shadow: Yeah. I'll be fine for now.

Peach: (Gently Squeezes her Embrace on Shadow a Bit) He's been through a little rough patch minutes ago, but we've managed to get through it together. (Kiss the Top of Shadow's Forehead)

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) It's the truth.

Rouge: ('Sighs in Relief') Good. You know you had me worried about you all night, right?

??????: And me too!~

Rouge lowers her phone down to Hat Kid, giving Shadow a worried, pouty look on her face.

Shadow: ('Sigh') I know.

Rouge: (Wiggles Her Finger at Shadow) Nah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Don't you dare apologize, mister!

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) I.....wasn't going to do that.

Rouge: (Raises an Eyebrow Back at Shadow) But you were planning on doing it, weren't you?

Hat Kid: Don't. LIE!

Peach: (Giggles Some More)

Shadow: (Groans in Mild Annoyance as He Rolls his Eyes in Defeat) I guess I was.

Rouge: Thought so. (Smiles Softly at Peach) Thank you so much for helping him tonight, your highness. (Turns Back to her Best Friend with a Pout) And as for YOU, mister, expect a crap ton of hugs once we get back!

Hat Kid: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Mmhmm!~

Sonic: (Turns to The Rest of the Smash Family Behind Him) Hey, who here wants to hug Shadow when we get back to the mansion?

Everyone present in the call happily cheers ans raises their hands up to the idea.

Futuba: (In the Background of the Call) ME TIMES INFINITY!!~

Shadow: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) I'm filled to the brim of excitement already.

Rouge: You better be. Cause we're gonna enjoy every second of it.

Mario: (Smiles Sheepishly) But not before getting something to eat first. We'll see you after then?

Peach: (Happily Nodded) Of course, enjoy your meals! (Smirks at Mario) Can't wait for yours later on tonight, handsome~ (Makes Another Kissing Sound)

Mario: (Smirks Back at Peach) You and me both, my beautiful lady~ (Winks at his Princess)

Smash Kids: ('Groans in Disgust Again')

Rouge: Annnd we're back to square one. Perfect (Giggles a Bit) We're see you back in a few, you two.

Mario/Hat Kid: (Happily Waves Goodbye on Screen) Buh-Bye!~

Peach: (Haopily Waves Goodbye Back) Byeeee!~

End Call

Peach: ('Sighs Dreamingly') I love our silly family, Shadow~ (Rolls her Eyes a Bit) Even Bowser to in some, lesser extent.

Shadow: Yeah. (Smiles a Bit) I do as well. (Notices a Different Shpw is Playong on TV) Looks like the marathon has ended.

Peach: (Eyes Widened in Horror) Oh no! We missed the series finale!! (Clutches her Fists Up in Utter Disappointment) Ohhhh now we have to wait a few more days for it to air!

Shadow: (Closes his Eyes and Crosses his Arms Together) That's unfortunate. (Opens One Eye to Peach) Wanna watch the Barbie Movie to the past the time?

Peach: (Puts on a Bright, Excited Smile) You read my mind!~

Happy Sonic 3 Movie Premiere Day, Folks!!

@bestpony666

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[shouyuus]

Hiii, I’m the person screaming crying throwing up every time you post, love ur stuff!

Anyway… I’m thinking mechanic!vi prolonging the time it takes her to fix your car just cause she wants you coming around the shop more and then when she does eventually fix it she kinda worries you’re not gonna stay over at hers as often but u decide to ask her if u can move in or smth like this?!?

Idek tbh my brain is so fried from over consuming Vi content

all you have to do is stay

mentions of sex, but no explicit scenes, car mechanic!vi au oh she absolutely would; there's actually so much stupid domestic bliss in this wow

and sure, the hookup was good in the beginning, but she liked it when you came around, liked it when you'd show up at her shop, all shy and wide-eyed, asking her if you could watch, and who's she to turn down such a pretty girl, right? and honestly, she thought it was kinda cute, how you'd try your best to ask her about this or that, and she'd find herself rambling about her favorite kinds of pinon brackets, or talking you through a chassis restoration for another vintage car that was brought in.

it shouldn't take a whole-ass month to rig a crossflow radiator, especially since the rest of your car's actually in pretty good condition, but she keeps on picking out other things to do, insisting that she's already here anyway, sliding out from under the car with a crooked grin, asking you to pass her another cold beer.

but there's only so many things she can make up before it's obvious, even to you that there's not much else to do. so when the day comes, she's quieter than usual, tallying up the extensive list of repairs that she's both done and made up for herself to do (you'd insisted that you at least pay for the major ones, and if the smaller ones came with a dinner-date and dessert in bed afterwards... well.)

"and... i think that's all of it, sweets."

she hands you the receipt, immediately tucking her hands into the pockets of her light-wash jeans. her shoulders shrug up as you look down the list. it's way less than that she should be charging you for, but you peer up at her, frowning at the pinch between her brows and the tension clear in her muscles.

"vi? what's... wrong?"

"ah -- it's nothin' sweets, don't worry your pretty little head over it."

she teeters forwards and back, as if she can't decide if she wants to move closer or back away. but you're already reaching for her, closing the distance between you with your head cocked, your eyes bright and questioning. and she could never resist it when you looked at her like that, so toe-curlingly trusting. as if there wasn't a thing in the world she could do or say to drive you away or upset you.

sometimes, she'd lay awake and wonder if you knew how dangerous that kind of trust is -- how someone less scrupulous would take it and twist it into something foul. but she'd never let that happen -- at least not while you wanted her around.

"violet... we might not have known each other for very long but... you're not a very good liar," you say, reaching up to cup her cheeks, coaxing her eyes back to yours. she laughs -- it's a tiny, helpless sound; it shakes her open in a way that startles even her, the way her whole body wants to fold over you, into you.

"geez, sweets... that's... that's not really fair of you."

she lifts her hand to press them over yours, hands over hands, petaled around her cheeks, and it occurs to her that perhaps this is what it means to live up to her namesake -- violet. you'd said it was a beautiful name the first the she told you what vi stood for.

"you're not really fair either, vi... but that's never stopped you, has it?" you ask, a mischievous glint in your eyes, your lips twisted up on a fox-hole smile.

vi sucks in a breath. something feels like it's clawing up the length of her ribcage and burrowing through the hollows in her chest till she can taste it pitter-pattering at the back of her throat. it takes her a full three seconds to realize that it's her own traitorous heart, beating so strong she can taste it on her tongue.

"fuck."

and then she's kissing you, pulling you to her, fingers harsh and desperate, her touch lingering like month-old grease-stains the way they dig into your delicate skin. you gasp open for her, against her -- you let her tug you into her till there isn't a part of you she can't reach if she wanted to.

the kiss breaks like a dam bursting open, and a few seconds later, she's got you hoisted up on her workbench, wrenches and old receipts scattering to the floor as she slots herself easily between your legs. it's a familiar place to be, after all -- after all this time.

you hiss, fingers fisting in her hair; it's longer now, than when you first met. and she'd be lying if she said her letting it grow had nothing to do with your offhand comment once (over yet another impossible banana sundae) that you liked it long.

"vi -- vi -- please -- you --"

"hm? what is it, pretty girl?"

"you c-can't just try to distract me w-with sex every time --"

and she can't help the grin that hitches over her lips at the way your chest is heaving, your eyes blown dark, the way your thighs shake on either side of her hips. but she can see the flicker of worry in your eyes and her stomach twists with uncertainty.

"i -- i don't --" she tries, but a breath puffs out of her and she sags against you, "it's... just... now that the repairs are done... there's not really much reason for you to come around... and..."

at her words, you heave a sigh that seems much too big and weary for your body, pulling back to fix her with a surprisingly sharp look.

"you really thought i was coming around here to listen to you talk about my car repairs?"

vi does her level best not to pout; hearing you say it out loud, it does sound... a bit childish. instead, she leans forward and digs her nose into your neck, wrapping both arms around you till she's got you cocooned in her chest.

"what? you weren't interested in the new pressure washer i got just so i could get that really stubborn stain off your back bumper?"

you trail your fingers through her hair, letting your nails graze along her scalp. a shiver washes down the length of her back and you giggle close to her ear.

"sure i did... but you could talk about... dunno... your favorite dish rag, and i think i'd still wanna listen -- because i like listening to you talk about the stuff you like... because..." and its your turn to hesitate, her turn to pull back and fix you with a look -- one that's equal parts pleading and disbelieving.

"because what, pretty girl?" she asks, her voice low and husky, a thumb running across the round of your cheek.

"b-because i -- i like you, vi."

your eyes flicker away and color seeps into your cheeks like dye across clear water -- the shade blooming into you till vi's sure there's no color so beautiful as the one that you are now.

"mm... well, thank god for that cause..." she leans in to press her forehead to yours, "i was starting to wonder, what with all the multiple orgasms and midnight munch sessions and --" she laughs as you squawk indignantly at her, your eyes flashing wild and wide.

"t-that's not what i -- you know that's not --"

"oh? so you don't like those?" she asks, the tease now so obvious in her voice that you flush several shades darker. vi thinks she may have to amend her previous decision on her favorite shade of you. and you're outdoing yourself today.

she lets her free hand wander to the bend of your hips and she gives you a squeeze.

"i --" you steady yourself in the solidness of her, reaching down to lace your hands with hers, "of course i -- i like those things too but i -- i like that you're the one doing them to me and --" you swallow; vi tries not to be to distracted by the hummingbird flutter of your pulse as you struggle to find the words, even though both of you know full well by now exactly what you're trying to say --

sometimes, just sometimes, words speak just as loud as words need to. and the actions are just there to back them up.

sometimes, there are certain things that people just want to -- or need to -- hear said out loud.

"i -- i wanna come over even when there's nothing for you to fix... i..." you steady your breathing and vi nearly drowns in the certainty that settles between the pair of you, an ocean full of of unsaid words (the ones that don't need to be said to be understood), drifting like sunlight over shifting waves -- their brightness made no less real by their shimmering reflections in the water, "i guess i just... wanna be wherever you are. like... all the time."

vi's eyebrows hitch; her breath follows shortly after.

"all the time?"

you bite down on your lips, "yeah but... i know it's only been like... a month or whatever --"

"no, no god -- sweets, i -- i want that too -- more than anything -- it's just --" she motions at the shop, and you nod, catching her hand in yours mid-air.

"it doesn't have to be right now," you say, smiling and giving both her hands a firm squeeze.

"yeah?" she asks, a rare quiver to the shape of her voice.

you nod, "yeah." and your voice is just as solid as she needs it to be. you lean in to kiss her, and she sighs open against you, as you've done so many times for her.

"we'll -- we'll make it work," you say, in between harsh, nipping kisses, even as vi groans and trails her mouth along the line of your jaw. you gasp, letting your head tip back, "w-we'll t-take it s-s-slow -- mmngh -- vi!"

vi hums as she sucks a dark hickey into the side of your neck, feeling savage wanting plume open in her chest. she looks back up at you with darkening eyes and a hunter's smile.

"dunno if i know how to take it slow, sweets --"

"w-what about all those t-times you told me t-to wait --" you keen high in the back of your throat as she drops to pillow her cheek to your thigh, flipping up the bottom of your skirt to dig her nose into the damp triangle of your panties.

vi scoffs, rolling her eyes as she glances back up at you with a playful smirk.

"oh fuck you."

you lick your lips, reaching down to sink your fingers into her hair again, pulling just hard enough for the an ache to gather in her belly.

"thought that's what you were trying to do."

vi stands up, pulling you bodily forward till your ankles are linked at the small of her back, her palms holding up the plush of your ass as she walks the pair of you back into the house and up the thin flight of stairs to her room.

it's a good few hours before either of you are coherent enough to talk about any of this again, but by the time you are, the twilight is budding along the far horizon, and vander's texting to ask vi if he should pick anything up on the way back from the bar for dinner.

"you wanna stay for dinner?" vi asks, twisting to glance at you in bed, her face illuminated by the digital blue of her phone.

your pillow your cheek on your hand, "yeah, i'd love to."

"cool, what do you want?" she asks, her eyes turning back to her phone.

you lick your lips, "how about... you ask vander to pick up some tomatoes? i can make one of my grandma's old soup recipes. you have potatoes and cabbage right? and... i think i saw some pork bones in the freezer the last time i was here."

you cast your eyes up at the ceiling, ticking through a mental list of ingredients.

you only turn to shoot vi a glance when you realize that you can no longer hear the rapid pik-pik-pik of her fingers on her phone.

she's staring at you with what could only be called wonder in the halfway dark.

"you... remember what's in our fridge?"

"well i -- there's not much in there --" you say, almost indignantly.

she laughs, shaking her head, "no, it's just -- i didn't think you'd ever notice something like that, i mean, pardon me for thinking that you've never set foot in a kitchen in your entire life, what with you being daddy's little princess and all," she goads, nudging you with an elbow even as you squirm away from her, pouting.

"i'll have you know that i'm actually a really good cook, okay?" you tell her, "when -- when i was little, and my grandma lived with us, i'd help her in the kitchen all the time. and... after she got too old to make stuff... i was the one who cooked for her, because she said it tasted like stuff she'd eat in her childhood so..."

vi shuffles closer to you under the blankets, nuzzling her nose into your cheek.

"and just when i thought you couldn't get more perfect," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you giggle, allowing yourself to be tugged back into her chest.

"i told vander to pick up tomatoes... and to invite silco and everyone else he can round up over for dinner."

you squeak, shooting up, "what?!"

vi grins, pushing up with a soft yawn, "you can't just tell me that you've got grandma-level cooking skills and not expect me to invite my whole entire family, right?"

you tumble out of bed, nearly tripping over your panties, still caught around your ankles. you pull them up, scrambling for one of vi's big shirts to toss over your body as she watches you from the bed with an indulgent smile before swinging her legs off and standing up to pull you back into her chest.

"calm down, sweets -- i'll help you, kay? now, tell me what you need."

you nod, pulling on a pair of her jogging shorts and twisting your hair into a haphazard bun out of your face as you start listing off ingredients, hopping the last two steps onto the first floor landing and fluttering into the kitchen.

by the time vi rounds the doorway, it's to find you with vander's massive apron already tied around your waist, an several pots and pans stacked on the countertop.

"i need three onions, and a head of garlic and... a few bay leaves, if you have them. it's okay if you don't --"

vi fights back a grin (it's a losing battle, she thinks, but it's one that she's considering losing for the rest of her goddamn life if it meant doing this every day with you).

"sure, sweets -- whatever you need."

you nod, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt as you set to work peeling the potatoes. a few second later, vi pops up from the fridge, frowning.

"looks like we've only got one onion, but i found some shallots... not sure how good they are though... they were kinda shoved into the back." she holds up the bag with a grimace.

you blink at her, and for a moment, vi thinks that you're going to be angry, or at least a bit frustrated. but then, your face breaks into a sweet, helpless sort of smile, and you reach out to take the shallots from her.

"it's okay," you say, in a voice that sounds just a little too much like coming home, and vi has to swallow passed the peach-pit suddenly caught in her throat.

your fingers brush against hers as you point her towards the half-peeled potatoes, and she gets to work without you even having to ask.

you lean up onto your tiptoes and press a kiss to her cheek, your eyes bright as fallen stars when she turns to look at you.

"it's okay," you repeat, smiling up at her with that smile that just might rhyme with forever, "we'll make it work, okay?"

vi licks her lips; there's an entire ocean of saltwater words caught behind the tombstones of her teeth that she does not know how to say. but she thinks, as she looks at you and you turn back to fussing over the one onion and handful of shallots, that you probably know it all anyway.

"okay," she says, before turning back to the diligent work of peeling the potatoes.

[vita-divata]

Together again

[aventurineswife]

can i request boothill, aventurine, and jing yuan with a jealous gender neutral reader? every time the jealousy tag is added to a fic, it’s always for the character and leaves me wondering what the opposite would be like. feel free to delete if you’ve written something like this before and thank you for your service to the hsr community 🫡

Jealousy, Jealousy

Tags: Boothill x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Jealousy, Emotional Conflict, Fluff with Minor Angst, Romantic Tension, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Protective Partner, Light Humor (?).

Warnings: Mild jealousy and insecurity themes, Brief mentions of violence or conflict(?), Emotional vulnerability, Slight suggestive undertones (Aventurine's part).

A/N: Totally get you because there's not many fics out there where Reader is the ONE who's jealous 🫣, I did the opposite one where the characters were jealous so this my first time writing where the Reader is jealous. Hope you love it!

The smoky haze of the cantina mingled with the scent of leather and gunpowder, a typical night for Boothill. The Galaxy Ranger leaned against the bar, his mechanical fingers tracing the rim of a half-full glass of whiskey. You stood nearby, trying to keep your composure as a stranger—a suave-looking gunslinger—sidled up to Boothill with a sly grin.

“You’ve got quite the reputation,” the stranger drawled, tipping their hat. “A sharpshooter like you must’ve broken a few hearts.”

Boothill chuckled, showing his shark-like teeth. “Nah, hearts ain’t my target. Bullets don’t play favorites.”

The stranger laughed and leaned closer, their words drowned out by the raucous music, but their intentions were crystal clear. Your chest tightened as you watched Boothill’s sharp eyes glint with amusement.

“Hey,” you interrupted, your voice steady but laced with irritation. “Boothill, aren’t you forgetting something?”

He turned to you, eyebrow raised. “What’s that, partner?”

“That I’m the only one who gets to sit that close to you.” you said firmly, crossing your arms.

Boothill’s grin widened as he pushed the stranger back with a mechanical hand. “Well, ain’t that somethin’? Looks like I’m already claimed.” He stood, draping his arm around your shoulders. “Guess you’ll have to find another cowboy to sweet-talk.”

The stranger huffed and walked off, leaving you and Boothill alone. He leaned closer, his voice soft and teasing. “Didn’t know you were the jealous type, sugar.”

You jabbed a finger at his chest. “Maybe if you weren’t so charming, I wouldn’t have to be.”

Boothill laughed, his voice rich and warm. “Don’t you worry. You’re the only one who’s got a claim on this gunslinger.”

The roulette wheel spun, its clinking sound echoing through the luxurious casino. Aventurine stood at the center of attention, effortlessly charming the crowd with his flamboyant gestures and glittering smile. His eyes glinted as he placed another bet, drawing cheers from his admirers.

You stood on the sidelines, your jaw clenched as a particularly bold admirer leaned over, whispering something in his ear. Aventurine’s laughter rang out, smooth and melodious, but it only fueled the fire simmering within you.

You strode forward, catching his wrist just as he reached for another stack of chips. “Having fun?” you asked, your tone sharp enough to slice through his entourage's chatter.

Aventurine blinked, then grinned, clearly amused by your sudden intrusion. “Ah, my lucky charm,” he said, pulling you closer. “Jealous, are we?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be if you weren’t flirting with half the casino.” you shot back, narrowing your eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression equal parts playful and sincere. “Now, now. You know there’s only one person I’m truly invested in.”

“Then maybe show it more often,” you muttered, glancing at the crowd still watching him with longing gazes.

Aventurine chuckled and leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “If it helps, I only play games I know I’ll win. And with you, darling, the jackpot’s already mine.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. Aventurine’s charm was infuriatingly effective, and he knew it.

The sun filtered through the branches of the garden, casting dappled shadows on the stone pathway. Jing Yuan reclined on a bench, his eyes half-lidded as he enjoyed the rare moment of peace. You approached quietly, only to pause as you spotted a young soldier eagerly engaging him in conversation.

“You’re so wise, General,” the soldier gushed. “It’s no wonder everyone looks up to you.”

Jing Yuan chuckled, his deep voice smooth as silk. “Wisdom comes with age, and age comes with its own set of burdens.”

The soldier blushed, clearly enamored. Your hands curled into fists as jealousy bubbled up. Jing Yuan noticed your approach, his gaze softening. “Ah, there you are,” he said, waving you over. “Come, join us.”

The soldier glanced at you but didn’t move, still lingering too close for comfort. You stepped forward, meeting Jing Yuan’s gaze with a pointed look. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all,” he replied, patting the bench beside him. “We were just discussing the importance of patience in leadership.”

“I see,” you said, your voice cool. “Well, I hope the lesson was enlightening.”

The soldier finally took the hint and excused themselves, leaving you and Jing Yuan alone. He tilted his head, studying you with a knowing smile. “You seemed… displeased.”

“Maybe I don’t like sharing.” you admitted, crossing your arms.

Jing Yuan reached out, taking your hand in his. “You have nothing to worry about. My heart belongs to you, and no amount of flattery will change that.”

You sighed, feeling the tension drain away as his thumb brushed against your knuckles. “You’re lucky you’re so convincing.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer. “And you’re lucky I find your jealousy endearing.”

[ylangelegy]

After MAMA awards I'M VERY PROUD OF MY BOYS and seeing Woozi crying, nooooo my mannnnn

So can I request Woozi or anyone after awards, all members celebrating with their partners hehe LOVE YOUUU!!!

PLEASE PLEASE 🛐🛐

🍑 i will really live the rest of my life repaying you.

you don't see seungcheol until the next day. such is the life of the general leader, it seems— the never-ending heralding, the non-stop worrying. he deals with his boys, first, then the fans, then the staff. but once that's all done, he's at your front door, collapsing into your arms before he's even past through the entryway. it doesn't matter how many awards its been. he is still overwhelmed by it every single time, and you are a soft place to land. he comes home to you and whispers the sweetest nothings in your hair. i'm so proud of them and they did so well and they're so happy. as he holds you tight— like you're the only thing keeping him upright— it's your turn to let him hear those words. i'm so proud of you. you did so well. you get to be happy, too.

the jeonghan on the other end of the video call has been quiet for the most part of the past half-hour. you'd be more worried if you hadn't already predicted where his solemness was coming from. "hannie? still with me?" you prompt gently, and he finally tears his gaze away from the ceiling to look back at you. "yeah. yeah, i'm with you," he answers. a beat. there are some things you no longer have to say out loud. how he wishes he was there. how he misses them and tries not to let it show. instead, you give him a reminder that's quiet and firm. "this is yours, too," you say. this award. this moment. these boys. all still his. there's a ghost of a smile on his face as he mumbles, "right. of course. how could i forget."

joshua likes keeping lists. a running one he has with you is that of gratitude, where the two of you try to end each day with acknowledgements of what you're grateful for. you're expecting a whole essay for him after tonight. he surprises you by keeping it short, sweet, and straight to the point. in no particular order, he types out into your shared note. music, the boys, you. hours later, he adds a footnote like it'd occurred to him as an afterthought: i'm always grateful for those three, but especially so today.

"look at them!" jun shrieks. his video call pixelates, either from spotty connection or his sudden burst of enthusiasm. you have half a mind to warn him that he may get a noise complaint again, but this time it'd be completely warranted. he's positively vibrating with excitement, his eyes glued to the livestream of his twelve brothers ascending the stage for their second award of the night. "look at them," he repeats, and this time his voice is more reverent than anything. you could comply, could do as he's asking, but your eyes are trained elsewhere. and look at you, too, you want to say. look at you and all that you've done to get this far.

even though it's been an exceptionally long day, soonyoung comes home brimming with adrenaline. he does dance routines in your living room. he jogs around your block until you beg him to just come back. he sings in the shower before collapsing onto the bed next to you, where he suddenly becomes boneless. the glow of pride stays even as the exhaustion hits. he pulls you against him and cuddles right into you. to soonyoung, this is as good as any trophy: the peace that comes with falling asleep next to you.

wonwoo has no destination in mind. he has a car with a full tank, and a playlist of all his favorite songs, and you in the passenger seat. that's more than enough. you pass through tunnels with warm lighting; expressways where he keeps the windows down so the wind will whip at your hair. occasionally, you'll stop to grab a snack or take a photo of something interesting on the side of the street. after hours of just going in circles, he'll ask, "should we keep driving?" even though he knows you'd never deny him this. this. his little celebration in the form of getting 'lost' with you.

nobody hears from jihoon for the next couple of days. the managers are worried, but the boys all just shake their heads and say that he's in good hands. which means: he's wherever you are. the two of you don't talk about his speech, about his public breakdown, because both things make him want to hide forever. instead— he sleeps in. he watches movies from months ago that he promised he'd get to. the two of you go on walks at night, and have breakfast at lunch time. the vicious cycle will soon have to begin again. jihoon knows that. but for a few, precious moments, his heart is not a heavy burden because it's safe and sound in your capable hands.

seokmin takes you on the textbook definition of your perfect date. a shopping spree? here's his black card. an amusement park? he'll rent out lotte world for the day, if he must. you're understandably baffled. he's the one who just won big, and yet you're the one being treated like royalty. try to resist and he'll only push back on you. seokmin already spoils you enough as is, but this is just a little more over-the-top than the day-to-day stuff. at the end of it all, his rationale is as sweet as it gets. "you keep me going," he tells you. "and so you deserve just as much credit as i do."

mingyu has always liked to celebrate with a meal. you'd expected his usual fare of some swanky restaurant or high-end café, but, this time, he asks for only free reign of your kitchen. he props his phone up against the salt shaker and pulls up a youtube video before flashing you his best 'just-trust-me' grin. your trust is not misplaced; the two of you do manage to bake the celebratory cake, though whether it's any good is an entirely different story. the end result doesn't matter as much as the process. mingyu is happiest about the flour marks on your cheeks, about the kisses he steals while you whisk eggs. it's not a birthday cake, but you light up a candle for him anyway. just for the hell of it. "make a wish," you tease. he's looking straight at you as he blows at the flame.

minghao asks for a beach day. the two of you set out for the nearest one. maybe the sand is a bit rocky; the shore, lacking in shells. he doesn't care. he only seeks out the sun beating on his back, the saltwater clinging to his skin, the first punch of air after emerging from the water. as the stolen weekend winds to a close, the two of you sit at the point where the water lap at your toes. neither of you have to speak. here, minghao lets the tide wash away the ache of homesickness. here, minghao redefines 'home' as a future with the boys of his youth, with the music that is as constant as the waves— and with you, of course.

the ferry ride to jeju is about four or so hours long, but seungkwan doesn't mind. there's just something so right about getting on the first vessel that will take him back where he has family waiting with a homecooked meal and a play-by-play of the award show. besides, the ferry means having four hours of uninterrupted leisure time with you. the pair of you literally have nowhere else to be except this boat and this point in time, which seungkwan is a little guilty to be so happy about. he's a glutton for your time and attention, and these ferry rides— these trips home— remind him just how much he likes taking the scenic route.

vernon treats it almost like it's just another day. almost. you're thrown off by his initial nonchalance, by the lack of utter fanfare in the way he asks you out to lunch and the two of you barely discuss the recent accolades. when you prompt him about it, you realize it's not because of arrogance or ignorance. "we're just doing what we always do," he says with an expression of mild confusion. winning?, you almost inquire half-jokingly, but that's only part of it. he elaborates, "we were just ourselves, y'know?"

when chan suggests a rage room, you're understandably confused. the wrath-based activity doesn't seem like the most optimal celebration, but you're not about to cramp his style. the two of you queue the angriest songs known to man before smashing some defunct appliances and throwing empty bottles against a wall. once your time is up, chan looks at you with that familiar spark of fire in his eyes. that dedication you fell in love with, that passion that has always burned bright. "again?" he asks, and you know it's not just the rage room that he's asking for.