#enjoy the fluff! <33

[angeart]

You have been spoiling us with fluff and I love it. And they need it, they need a lil bit of the silly. Before it hurts again xD

-🎀

... and you and me both know that the upcoming hurt is an inevitable concept >:3c

[chilschuck]

hi there!!! I love your blog!!! I know you’re mainly a Chilchuck girlie, but I saw that you occasionally do Laios headcanons/drabbles, and I’m a massive Laios simp. if you have the time and inclination, would you maybe write about Laios realizing he’s falling for a reader who is also autistic like he is? and they’re both so in love with each other, but they don’t realize it bc they’re both idiots, so the party has to set them up lmao

OBLIVIOUS (IN MY LOVE FOR YOU).

꒰ warnings: ꒱ mutual pining, hopelessly in love silly guys, gn!reader. sfw as always!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 1.3k

✦ i hope this turned out how you wanted it!!! i felt bad that i’ve been doing so much chil and nothing for the others, so i was happy that you sent this request!! i’m not sure how to feel about this, but i’m happy to get something out for you!!! <333 honestly i’m worried this turned out badly, but alas, i feel that way about everything asdfdhgjhk. enjoy lovely!!!!

It was more than obvious to anyone but the two of you, much to the party’s displeasure. The mutual pining between you had been a constant back and forth for what felt like ages, and it was almost humorous how in denial it seemed you were.

Laios always spent time chatting with you before bed, his soft voice carrying so much warmth. You always noted how fuzzy your head felt whenever he’d talk about something he was especially interested in. It was almost heartbreaking to part with him to finally rest, longing to continue the conversation for as long as you could.

Little did the two of you know that the rest of the party had their eyes on you, tired sighs leaving each of them. This was every night now, and the fact neither of you were making an effort to come to terms and admit what you were feeling was beginning to become tiresome.

Chilchuck huffed, head in the palm of his hand. “I can’t believe that this is still going on. I’m tired of it.”

Marcille tutted, but the frustration at both of your ignorances was seeping through. “There’s got to be something we can do. They’re obviously so in love with each other...”

And right she was, with how absolutely enamored Laios had become. He’d never felt this way about anyone, the feeling seeping into his bones slowly but surely. With every smile you gave him, words of encouragement, or even reassuring touches, you made yourself at home in his mind and heart. Laios was content with just the whispered conversations and adventures together, not quite piecing together the entire situation just yet.

Marcille was not so sure that was something to be content with. Izutsumi was also getting fed up with the constant beating around the bush, and Chilchuck was sick and tired of watching this ordeal occur. The three of them had decided that enough was enough, and through gossip-like whispers, they decided on a course of action.

“I’ll try and talk to Laios,” Chilchuck settled, although he wasn’t entirely happy with the idea of helping an inner party relationship unfold. It was even harder to watch the two of you continuously pine after each other blindly, so he chose what he believed was the lesser of two evils. “You two convince you-know-who to get some one on one time with him somehow.”

Marcille hummed, finger tapping her chin. “Maybe we could get Senshi to cook something up just for the two of them, get them on a date of some sort.”

Izutsumi flicked her tail in annoyance at this entire scenario, before giving her own opinion. “Let’s just get them stuck in a trap or something.” At that, the elf across from her shook her head adamantly.

“Although that might work another time, I think setting them up would work best. We’ll all conveniently go off somewhere and leave the two of them to talk it out. Somehow…”

Thankfully, it wasn’t hard to get the two of you alone together. Laios would explain something about a monster your party had encountered earlier, delighted at your interest in anything he had to say. Before he knew it, the rest of the party had excused themselves after dinner, leaving just you and him with a cooked meal and unsaid words hanging in the air.

Even earlier, Chilchuck had decided to try and drill it into Laios’ skull that perhaps coming to terms and admitting what he was feeling wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Grasping for straws, Laios tried to create excuses that what he felt for you was just that of a close friend. There was no way he was falling in love, right? Yet, the look Chilchuck had given him shut him up quickly.

“You think friends just look at each other with that lovesick face you’re always making? And it’s not exactly hard to see just how much you care about them. It’s actually pretty obvious.” The half-foot grit out, floored that Laios still hadn’t figured out just how deeply he had fallen.

Marcille and Izutsumi had a similar problem with you, finding that you were convinced what you felt was just that of a deep friendship, of course you weren’t actually absolutely smitten with the man. Giving each other a knowing look, Marcille continued her prodding.

“I think there’s more to this,” the way she said your name so softly held your attention. “You need to talk with him. Maybe talk through just what you’re feeling.”

So now, as you took another bite of your dinner, you tried to figure out just what you were feeling. Laios was doing the same, and the silence, which was never a problem before, now hung with tension.

Both of you tried to speak, before signaling the other to continue, before giving a light laugh at the awkwardness. It wasn’t that just being in each other’s company was the problem, but more so that there was so much left unsaid.

Laios ran his hand through his hair, giving you that tender smile you had come to love so much. “You first.”

Another laugh left you, before your current train of thought followed through your words. “So I was wondering… Have you ever been in love before, Laios?”

That caught him off guard, swallowing hard before thinking of the right thing to say. “Well… I, uh…” A beat of silence followed as you let him find his words. “I wasn’t sure before today. What about you?”

Trying not to get your hopes up, or have the flame within you extinguished so easily, you smiled. “Same here, actually. I think…” You trailed off, just staring at his rosy cheeks and intent gaze making your heartbeat a little faster. Setting your plate to the side, you bit your tongue for a moment. Talk through what you’re feeling… You can do that.

“I guess I didn’t really realize, but… Lately, I’ve been really eager to be around you.” Your voice tried to fight back the tremors rising within you. Before you could continue, Laios grabbed your hand and gave you that intent expression again.

“Me too! I mean, I always really enjoy our talks. I look forward to them a lot.” He spoke a tad out of breath, trying to reign in how he was feeling. Another beat of silence, followed by the clearing of his throat.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You both muttered at the same time, before the feeling of both shock and excitement coursed through you. There was… no possible way, right? But with that doting smile and lovesick gaze he was sending your way, you began to think he did feel the same.

“Thank the gods,” you whispered, a huff of relief leaving your lips. “I had to have Marcille and Izutsumi make me realize.”

Laios laughed, cheeks flushed with delight. “Yeah, Chilchuck definitely gave me a talking to. I think Senshi tried to help me realize, too. It was definitely interesting.”

Both of you shared light giggles before Laios gently pulled you into an embrace. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, nuzzling into his neck.

“Sorry it took me so long.” He whispered, inhaling deeply, the air leaving him in a content sigh. Your eyes fluttered shut, shaking your head slightly in reply. “No need. That’d mean I’d need to apologize too.”

You pressed sweet kisses to his cheek, to his nose, to his forehead. Laios beamed, intertwining your fingers as he spoke from the heart just what he had been trying to come to terms with. You did your best to do so, too.

Chilchuck, Marcille, Senshi, and Izutsumi all let out sounds of relief at watching the two of you around the corner. Getting both of you to finally realize the extent of your feelings was difficult, but oh so worth it in the end.

“Finally,” Chilchuck grumbled, before scratching the back of his neck. “That only took, what? Forever?”

Senshi grunted, trying to recall just how long it had been. Izutsumi even watched as Marcille rocked back and forth on her feet, a certain sparkle in her eye.

She’d have to get the two of you to be open more often.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune!! <33

[adoreddestiny]

AURORAA !! 👋 the pop-up event is too cute i couldn’t help but join in heheh 🫶

“your eyes are really pretty up close” is MOVING me so badly, it’s so tender 😭 and if i could have zayne with it as well!

thank you in advance 🥹💓

ೃ⁀➷ POP UP EVENT !! — aurora’s writing corner

— “your eyes are really pretty up close” x zayne

zayne lingers in the car for just a moment. he lets out a sigh when you sleepily rub your eyes and ask where the two of you are. he smiles affectionately at you, reaching forward to fix your hair with a gentle hand.

"we're back at your apartment," he murmurs, "would you like me to walk you back up?" the sound of cars in the midnight distance chimes a recollection of sorts that has you sitting up a little straighter.

you blink a couple times, soaking in your surroundings with a measured look. you recognize your apartment's parking lot, the lobby area, and the roundabout zayne always drops you off at.

"no, i'll be..." you pause to yawn, "fine."

his heart flutters slightly; more than you'll probably ever know. he touches your cheek with the back of his hand. the chilly touch has you shivering slightly, but it's not unwanted.

"i'll walk you back up," he says, stepping out of the car to walk over to your side. you don't refuse. you know he wouldn't let you. instead, you let him open the door and he slides you into his arms with ease.

leaning against his chest, you can hear his heart beating soundly. it's constant and steady. in many ways it's very much like him. it's calm and level, and you love it.

"is this comfortable for you?" he asks, unfazed with carrying you from the car to the elevator. you simply nod, looking up at him with sleep-seeking eyes. his eyes, the color of galactic currents across a dreamy midnight sky, capture your attention.

"your eyes are very really pretty up close," you whisper, a succinct drowsiness to your tone.

zayne glances down, not saying anything to your gentle words. but you can hear the beats of his heart quicken and grow.

[duskiers]

Enchanted Beginnings

Percy / Aphrodite!Reader

Percy falls for the new Aphrodite daughter, leading to a series of amusing mishaps as he's too distracted by her presence. With a little help from Grover, Percy finally connects with her ☆

First request woop woop 🙌 💗

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The day you arrived at Camp Half-Blood, the sky was painted with strokes of pink and orange, heralding your entrance into a world where myths breathed and heroes walked. Percy Jackson, already a seasoned hero in the eyes of many, found himself at the archery range, his focus far from the quiver and bow. The camp was busy with the arrival of new demigods, but one in particular seemed to capture everyone’s attention before the gods themselves claimed her as their own. You, with your grace and an aura that seemed to whisper of Aphrodite's lineage, had barely crossed the camp's threshold before a glowing symbol of the goddess appeared above your head, sealing your divine heritage.

From across the field, Percy caught sight of you, and in that moment, the world seemed to slow. Everything about you fascinated him—the way you moved with effortless grace, your smile that seemed to light up the surroundings, and the kindness in your eyes that spoke of a gentle strength. He was so captivated that he hardly noticed Grover, his best friend, approaching.

"Who is that?" Percy's voice was a mix of wonder and curiosity, his gaze fixed on you as you laughed at something another camper said.

Grover followed his gaze, a knowing smile forming on his lips. "That's the new girl. Daughter of Aphrodite, and it seems like she's already making quite the impression!" he teased, elbowing Percy lightly.

In the days that followed, Percy found himself drawn to you, often going out of his way just to catch a glimpse of you during training or meals. However, his attempts at nonchalance led to a series of comical mishaps—walking into door frames, tripping over nothing at all, and yes, even walking straight into a window, all because he couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

Grover, witnessing Percy's increasing clumsiness and the amused whispers of their fellow campers, decided it was time for intervention. He made up a plan to finally push Percy into taking action, rather than just daydreaming about you from afar.

One sunny afternoon, as you were returning from a strategy session with Annabeth, Grover saw his opportunity. With a quick, "Trust me" whispered to Percy, he gave him a not-so-gentle push, sending him stumbling directly into your path.

The collision was gentle, but unexpected, causing you to catch Percy in your arms in a moment of surprise. "Whoa! Are you okay?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you helped him.

Percy, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, managed a sheepish smile. "Yeah, sorry, I just... lost my footing.." he stuttered, internally cursing his lack of grace.

"I'm Percy , " he introduced himself, though a part of him worried you might have already heard of his less-than-graceful moments around camp.

You laughed, a sound that to Percy felt like music. "I know who you are. Percy Jackson, the hero of Olympus. I'm [Name]." you said, extending your hand in greeting.

What followed was a conversation that flowed more naturally than Percy could have hoped for. He found himself opening up about his adventures, the burdens he carried, and the simple joys of camp life. In return, you shared your own journey to Camp Half-Blood, the fears, and excitement that came with discovering your heritage, and the hope of finding a place where you truly belonged.

Grover watched from a distance, a satisfied grin on his face as he saw the two of you laughing together, completely at ease. He had no doubt that this was the beginning of something special.

In the weeks that followed, Percy and you grew closer, spending hours talking by the lake, training together in the arena, and sharing quiet moments under the stars. Percy, who had once been so entranced by your beauty, found himself even more captivated by your spirit—your kindness, your bravery, and your unwavering support.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, Percy found the courage to express his feelings. Sitting together by the lake, he took your hand in his, his heart racing.

"[Name], from the moment I saw you, I was... well, I was in awe. But it's not just about how you look. It's everything about you—your kindness, your strength, your courage. You've become someone very important to me" he admitted, "and I keep finding more reasons to be amazed by you every day." his voice tinged with sincerity and a hint of nervousness.

Your smile in response was all the assurance Percy needed. "Percy , you've been my rock since I arrived here. You've shown me what it means to be a true hero—not just through your deeds, but through your heart.." You respond with a soft smile and a gentle squeeze of his hand. "I’m glad Grover pushed you into me that day," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Percy laughed, a sound filled with happiness and relief. "Me too. Me too."

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you both sat there, talking about everything and nothing. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you <3

[lnfours]

I NEED spiderman! Lando. I cannot stress how much he fits as spiderman.

oooooh anon… u know my brands. you know them so well.

also kind of inspired by that iconic scene in the amazing spiderman where peter climbs into gwen’s room from her window. you know i had to 🫠

the sun had freshly set over the city of new york, the lights in the city and the glow of the lamp on your desk softly illuminating your room through the bedroom window. you sat in the chair, chin resting against your knee as you read over the pages of notes in front of you, trying to make the things your professor covered in the lecture make sense.

you tapped the screen of your phone, the time shining back at you as it read 9:45pm. with a soft sigh, you checked the notifications briefly. nothing from lando.

he was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago. it wasn’t unusual for him to run late, but without a text? you were slowly growing worried. scared that something might’ve happened.

until there was a soft tap at your window, making you turn around. your eyes were met with a familiar mask. you smiled softly, leaning over and opening the window for him. the cool night breeze making its way in as he spoke, “i’m sorry, i know i’m late-“

“i was worried something happened,” you said, sitting back in the desk chair as he climbed through the window. he tugged the nylon mask over his head, sweaty curls stuck to his forehead. your eyes took in the small cuts on his cheeks, dried blood a signal as to why he was running behind.

“i’m fine,” he smiled softly, noticing your eyes tracing his face, “i should’ve texted. i’m sorry i worried you.”

it was the last thing on your mind now as you got up from the chair, making your way over to him and taking his face into your hands gently. he swallowed thickly, eyes scanning over your face as you assessed his injuries.

“‘ve got a first aid kit,” you said, “i know you don’t necessarily need it, but it might help with the healing process.”

he nodded, letting you walk away. you made a pitstop to the closet, grabbing the change of clothes and tossing it to him. he thanked you before you made your way into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink and opening it.

you came back into the bedroom to see him on the bed, clad in pajama pants and an old hoodie. the red and blue nylon suit he had once worn now sitting on the floor. you sat down in front of him, taking his face back into your hands.

you grabbed the tube of neosporin from the kit, along with a few bandaids. he let you put the ointment on, watching how delicately you worked on helping him heal his small wounds.

“what happened?”

“robbery at the jewelry store on 9th street,” he chuckled softly, “you should see the other guys.”

you smiled, letting out a soft laugh, “i’m sure you got them good.”

you stuck the small bandaids on his cheeks and his forehead, sitting back and moving the kit to sit on top of the suit on the floor. he grabbed your arms, pulling you on top of him. you laid between his legs, head on his chest as he twirled a strand of hair around his finger.

“sorry i kept you worried,” he mumbled another apology, lips pressed against the top of your head, “i should’ve texted.”

you shook your head, “it’s okay, just glad you’re okay. and that you’re here now.”

“missed me?” he smirked down at you.

“don’t flatter yourself.”

he chuckled, fingers tracing shapes into your skin. a habit he had picked up on a while ago. his silent way of comfort, a sign that he was here. that as long as you were waiting for him, he’d always come back to you.

[hearts-hunger]

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Summary: Danny's having a rough day, and sometimes all you need is love and a little magic to make it better. || Companion fic in the Kitkat universe

Pairings: Danny x Reader | Genre: fluff, angst, h/c | Word Count: 3k | Warnings: none!

A/N: Evidently I'm back in my Kitkat era hehe :) I think this is my first time giving them any real angst, but of course it has a happy ending. I hope you like it! ♡

“I saw my baby, trying hard as babe could try — what could I do?” 

You belted the verse into your wooden-spoon microphone, dancing around the kitchen as you waited for the oven to preheat. You had the music cranked up to the highest volume, filling the empty house with Bowie's dulcet tones and funky grooves; it was helping take the edge off being alone on your one-year anniversary, and dancing always put you in a better mood. By the time Danny got back from whatever he'd insisted had to be done today but wouldn't explain, you'd be ready to forgive the sting of hurt and enjoy the rest of your evening with him.

You were just putting the pumpkin pie in the oven when the door opened, and you turned with a bright smile to greet your boyfriend. You didn't know what you'd expected — some flowers, a gift he’d wanted to keep a secret until now, even just a smile — but all you got was a stormy expression and the door closing behind him with a little more force than necessary. 

“Hi, honey!” you said, trying to stay cheerful. You liked welcoming him home to baking treats and fun music and a warm, sun-bright kitchen, and you hoped he liked it too.

“Hi,” he said, his voice distracted and flat. He winced at the loud guitar. “Geez, kitkat, are you trying to make me deaf? Turn that down.”

You hurried to do as he said, looking over at him with a cautious expression. He hadn't been in a great mood when he left, but you'd hoped that running whatever errand he was so concerned about would make him feel better; evidently, he was just as grumpy now as he had been earlier, and you tried not to let it hurt.

“Sorry, Danny,” you said when the music was quieter. “I guess I didn't realize how loud it would be if you just walked in on it.”

He gave a doubtful hum but didn't say anything else, leaving kind of abruptly to go further into the house. Surprised, you followed to see what was wrong.

“Did you get done whatever you went out for?” you asked. 

He went into the bathroom and started rummaging around in the medicine basket.

“Do we have any freakin’ Tylenol in this house?” he asked irritably.

You went in to help him and easily found the bottle he was looking for. When you handed him two pills, he didn't offer any thanks.

“What’s wrong, honey?” you asked. You stepped aside as he elbowed his way to the sink. “You don't feel good?”

He cupped some water in his hand and downed the medicine before he washed his face. “Head’s killing me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” You reached to brush his hair back from his face. “Do you want something to eat?”

“No, I don't,” he said stiffly. He batted your hand away. “Please don't hover, kitkat. You're stressing me out.”

You drew back, stung, and felt something crinkle up in your heart that would take some ironing out. 

“I didn't mean to,” you said softly. “Will you...” You hesitated to ask for anything, but you'd missed him while he was gone, and you wanted to spend time with him if he wanted to spend time with you. 

He sighed. “Will I what?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Will you come back in the kitchen with me when you're feeling better?”

“Why, so I can get roped into doing the dishes after your little baking extravaganza?”

“No,” you said, feeling an unhappy twist in your chest. “Just to hang out. You don't have to if you don't want to.”

He softened the slightest bit, perhaps a little chastened by your hesitant tone.

“Yeah, maybe,” he said, and it was almost worse than a flat-out no. “Let me get in the door, babe. It's been a long day.”

You held back from saying that you knew what he meant; it had been a long day for you too, waiting for him to come home to celebrate your anniversary. Granted, it wasn't your official dating anniversary — that was still a week or so away, and it was marked on the calendar in his bedroom. But one year ago today, you'd met him at the haunted house he worked at, and you wanted to celebrate the day you'd been rescued by a big guy in a werewolf costume and fallen head over heels for him.

You supposed you couldn’t hold it against him that he didn't remember the exact day you'd met. But even if it had been a regular day, his uncharacteristically moody and irritable homecoming was weighing on you. It made you feel funny, all sad and nervous and on edge, and you wished he'd just talk to you instead of merely inflicting his dark mood on you.

“Okay,” you said in a small voice, ever the peacekeeper. That wasn't a bad trait necessarily, but it sometimes led to you bottling up your thoughts and feelings instead of expressing them. You weren't sure now was the best time to tell him how you felt, though. A needy girlfriend seemed like it might be the last straw for his tenuous grip on civility.

You went back to the kitchen and turned off the music altogether, your cheerful, dancing mood pretty much killed by Danny’s gruffness. You started to clean up after your “little baking extravaganza”, as he'd called it with less affection and more irritation than you would have liked. You'd spent the better part of the afternoon crafting a beautiful, perfect pumpkin pie — his favorite — and had made a jack o’ lantern face out of dough to go on the top. Your heart sank as you wondered if he'd even want to try it when it was done baking.

He went out to the porch, talking on the phone about something that was evidently less than pleasant. You couldn't make out what he was saying, but from the tone of his voice and the glimpses of his body language you got through the window above the sink, you could tell he was upset about something. You determined to be kinder and more gentle to him when he came in, hoping you could soothe his worries and coax him into talking about whatever was bothering him.

You were finishing up the dishes when he came back inside, and you offered him a smile. You intended to ask him if the medicine was kicking in, but he spoke before you could say anything.

“Something’s burning,” he said.

You blinked. “What?”

He nodded to the oven. “Whatever you're making. It smells like it's burning.”

With a jolt, you realized he was right; the timer had gone off and you hadn't realized it, and now there was a distinctly burnt smell permeating the kitchen. You whirled to open the oven and take the pie out, haphazardly grabbing a dish towel to cover your hands.

“Careful, kitkat,” he warned. “You don't — ”

In your haste, you didn't have time to process his warning before your uncovered ring and pinky finger met the hot pan. With a yelp of pain, you snatched your hand back and jerked the pan until it listed off the rack and tilted sideways to land lopsidedly between the rack and the oven door.

“Oh! Oh no!” You watched, distraught, as the jack o’ lantern face started a slow, precarious slant off the perfect placement you'd given it. You reached to right the pan, feeling the sting of tears at the foolishness of your blunder and the pain in your fingers, but Danny quickly eased you aside and took the dish towel from you.

“Let me get it, honey,” he said, and for the first time, his voice was kind, albeit a little harried. “Run some water over your hand.”

You did as he said, watching as he got the pie out of the oven and set it on the stovetop. He closed the oven and turned it off, tossing the dish towel over his shoulder as he crossed to you.

“Let me see,” he said gently, taking your hand in his and pulling it away from the water for a moment. You winced as the pain came back more sharply and tried not to cry as he cradled your hand in his.

“Alright,” he soothed, turning your hand to see your burned fingers better. “It doesn't look too bad. Keep it under the water for a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Alone again in the kitchen, you tried to collect yourself; you glanced over at the pie and saw that it was a burnt, lopsided mess when you'd taken such care for it to be perfect for him. You swallowed, feeling tears stack up in your throat.

When he came back, he stood with his hip leaned against the counter as he dried your hand, smoothed Vaseline over your tender fingertips, and put bandaids on both fingers. You still stood at a distance, even as he was holding your hand, fearing another irritated scolding for your absent-mindedness.

“How's that?” he asked, looking up at your from under his dark lashes. He didn't seem angry any more, and you were so relieved at it that you suddenly couldn't stop the tears that spilled over.

His brow crinkled. “Hey, hey,” he said, worried and gentle. “Does it hurt that bad, honey?”

“No,” you said honestly, quickly trying to brush the tears from your face. He did it for you, soft and patient and understanding.

“Why’re you crying, then?” he asked.

You drew a choppy breath, trying to stop. “I’m sorry.”

“I didn't mean you had to apologize,” he said kindly. “You're not in trouble, kitkat. I just wanted to know what was wrong. Did it scare you?”

“Well, a little,” you admitted. “But I’m just...” 

You were embarrassed by the stupid way you’d hurt yourself; you’d been sad and uneasy at Danny’s mood and now felt a little overwhelmed with emotion at his apology and the much-needed tenderness and affection that came with it.

“I’m glad you're not angry any more,” you said pitifully.

He softened, chagrined and understanding. “Oh.”

“You're not, are you?” you asked.

“No.” His big, strong frame seemed tense with discomfort. “I'm not angry any more, kitkat.”

“I’m sorry if I made it worse,” you said sincerely. “I should have let you come in without asking a million questions and having the music on so loud.”

He gently squeezed your hand. “No, honey. It wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who was out of line.”

He ran his thumb over your palm in a gesture of tenderness. 

“I’m really sorry for how I spoke to you, kitkat,” he said gently. “I was frustrated, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. Please forgive me.”

“Of course I forgive you,” you said, your voice a little wobbly. “I just wish... Well, I was trying to make it nice, since...”

He brushed more tears from your face. “Since what, honey?”

You looked up at him, your expression crumpling. “Since it's our anniversary.”

His eyes widened. “No it's not,” he said, obviously hoping it wasn't true. “It’s next week, isn't it?”

“Yeah, I mean, the real one,” you said weakly. “But today's the day we met.”

He softened and gave a regretful sigh, pulling you close.

“Oh,” he said. “I see. I didn't remember, kitkat. I’m sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face against his chest, treats falling in earnest now. You weren't exactly sure what you were crying about, but you were sure you were happy to have him home and not so angry any more.

“I made a real mess here, didn't I?” he said.

“It’s okay,” you said, your voice choppy and unconvincing even though it was true. “You didn't know.”

“Yeah, but I still shouldn't have acted like I did. I want it to be a nice thing to have me come home, not a burden.”

You hugged him tighter. “It's not. You're never a burden, Danny. I love you. Even when you come home grumpy.”

You felt his gratitude and relief in the way he held you.

“I love you too, kitkat.” His voice was a little rough around the edges. “Thank you for loving me like you do. I don't deserve you.”

You stayed that way for a long moment, resting in each other, letting the worries of the day fade in the peace of being with the person you loved and trusted more than anyone else.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you said softly. “I made pumpkin pie for you. Your favorite.”

He rested his cheek on the top of your head and hugged you tight. “It is my favorite,” he agreed. “That was really sweet of you, honey. Thank you for thinking of me.”

“But now it’s ruined,” you said miserably, pulling back to swipe a hand over your cheeks and look at the charred, cockamamie gift you'd wanted to give him. “I’m sorry, Danny. It's not much of a surprise.”

He chuckled, and the sound was warm and comforting. “It’s not ruined, kitkat. It's... unique. And I see the vision. You think I won't still eat every bite of it?”

“Even the burnt parts?”

“Well, maybe we can cut those off. Looks like it's only the top of the crust.” He drew you over to look at it with him, and his smile was very gentle and forgiving.

“I like the jack o’ lantern face,” he said. “You’re so clever and creative, kitkat. I think it's a great surprise. I love it.”

You looked up at him. “Yeah?”

He kissed your nose. “Yeah. Let me put on some coffee to go with it. I'll even let you have a slice.”

You gave a watery laugh. “Thanks. That's nice of you.”

He helped you finish cleaning the kitchen, and the acrid smell of burnt pie crust was washed out with the comforting aroma of coffee as it brewed. You went out on the porch to sit in the chilly evening air with your plates piled high with the not-burnt parts of your pie, and you enjoyed how Danny dug in with gusto, complimenting your baking all the while.

You snuggled closer to him on the porch swing, cradling your steam-wreathed mug, careful of your sore fingers. 

“How’s your beautiful little hand, my dear?” he teased gently, holding his hand out for you to place your hand in.

“Better,” you said. Your heart tilted when he kissed your fingertips. “Thank you for taking care of me, Danny.”

He hummed. “You’re welcome, kitkat. It was the least I could do after being so ugly to you. I know I said it before, but I'm sorry for acting like that. You don't deserve for me to talk to you that way.”

You brushed your fingers over his cheek. “Thank you. Would you mind telling me why you were so frustrated? I want to help if I can.”

He sighed, and his expression scrunched a little with worry and weariness.

“Money’s a little tight,” he said after a long moment. “The gig we booked for this weekend fell through.”

“Oh, Dan, I’m sorry,” you said sincerely. You knew that the paycheck would have been nice, and a canceled show was never what an aspiring band wanted to deal with. You knew he and the boys would have liked to play the gig anyway, even if they didn't make any money off of it.

“Was that what you were on the phone about?” you asked.

He nodded. “Josh told me this morning, and he tried to figure out a new date with the guy we booked with, but he told me when I was out here earlier that he wouldn't reschedule.” He shook his head. “Josh is pissed. I guess I am too. It sucks.”

“Yeah,” you said gently. “I’m sorry, honey. Can I help? Financially, I mean?”

A dull, uncomfortable blush darkened his face. “I don't want to ask you for money, kitkat.”

“I know,” you said kindly. “But I'm happy to help. I practically live here anyway. I can pitch in with rent or groceries or something.”

He looked at you with such humility and gratitude that you thought your heart would break.

“Thanks, honey,” he said. His voice was a little hoarse. “That’s very kind of you.”

You gave him a gentle smile. “You’re welcome, Danny. I love you. Let me help you.” You didn't make a ton of money either, but you'd gladly do whatever you could to help your boyfriend and his brothers that were as good as family to you.

He ran a hand over his face. “I was trying to get you a present, earlier,” he said. “For our anniversary.” He gave you a teasing smile. “Our real one.”

You laughed. “Oh yeah?”

“That’s why I was gone all day,” he agreed. “But it...” His jaw worked uncomfortably. “It ended up being pretty expensive. More than I budgeted for. So that made me feel like a schmuck.”

You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I don't need anything to know you love me, Danny. But thank you for thinking of me.”

He looked over at you. “Do you wanna know what it was? Since it's the thought that counts, I hope?”

You smiled. “It is the thought that counts. And yeah, if you want to tell me.”

“A lady we work with breeds dogs on the side,” he said. “All official, fancy, pedigree labradors. I was gonna get you a puppy, like I talked about. You know. Start our family, or whatever.”

He was bashful as he told you, the embarrassment of having to say no once he'd learned the price obviously still stinging him. But it was such a nice thought, such a sweet present that he'd wanted to get, that just the idea alone was enough of a gift.

“Oh, Danny,” you said sweetly. You kissed his cheek. “That would have been a really good gift. But I'm glad you made a smart financial decision.”

He sighed. “Yeah. Wish I didn't have to make such smart financial decisions all the time.”

You brushed his curls back from his face. “I know, sweetheart. But I admire you for making wise choices for our family of two, and I know I can trust you to make wise choices for our family of three when we finally do get our puppy.”

He brightened then. “We could always get a pound puppy. Some two and a half dollar mutt that needs somebody to love ‘em.”

You smiled. “We could,” you agreed. “Maybe that's what we should do for our anniversary. Our real one.”

He chuckled and drew you close with his arm over your shoulders, pulling you snug against him. 

“I’ll remember next year,” he promised. “This is a good anniversary to celebrate too.”

You kissed under his jaw. “I think so too.”

When the sun set and the chilly air turned cold, you went back inside and started to get dinner on. They boys were working tonight, and since Danny was off, you had the house to yourselves. He still seemed a little down as you cooked together, though he was good company, and you wished there was something you could do to help cheer him up.

“Do you mind if I put some music on?” you asked, not wanting to overstimulate him like you had earlier. “How’s your headache?”

He smiled. “Better, thanks. Crank up the tunes, honey.”

You put your Halloween playlist back on, and when Bowie’s “Magic Dance” came on, you had an idea of something to help loosen Danny up.

You held out your hand. “Dance with me.”

He grinned and took your hand. “As you wish, my love.”

There in the middle of the kitchen, while dinner simmered on the stove, you drew him into a footloose and fancy-free dance of careless steps to the funky tune. You sang along, swinging and twirling and grooving to the music; he mimicked you with much more grace and effortless cool, complimenting your awkward, happy dancing. Both of you danced and jumped along with the song, laughing and crashing into each other with clumsy, carefree movements that brought you together in the joy and comfort and ease you shared.

“Is my dance magic working?” you asked.

He laughed. “I think so, honey. I feel all limbered up.”

He listened to the music attentively for a moment.

“There’s kind of a sexy little guitar riff coming up, if I remember correctly,” he said.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. You tossed your hair and gave him a hooded smile when the riff played, skating your hands over your body. He pinked and gave you a devilish grin.

“Better watch out, kitkat,” he teased. “You’re gonna get yourself in trouble dancing like that.”

You put your arms around his neck. “Put that baby’s spell on me, loverboy.”

He scooped you up and held you in his strong arms, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Don't have to tell me twice, honey.”

You giggled. “What about dinner?”

“Let it burn. I've got a taste for burnt food now.”

You laughed, big and bright and joyful, and held his face as you kissed him deeply.

“I sure do love you, Danny.”

He smiled and looked up at you with nothing short of adoration. “Aw, kitkat. I sure do love you too.”

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[jasmineoolongtea]

| amusement park date with gojo satoru ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

out of all the places you would expect to be at on a tuesday afternoon, an amusement park was definitely at the bottom of that list. scratch that, it wasn't even on the list until, half an hour ago, your boyfriend, satoru, had the brilliant idea to try and convince you (with large amounts of bribery on his behalf) to ditch your last lecture of the day to spend time with him at an amusement park. unfortunately for your attendance and fortunately for satoru and his arsenal of candy that he keeps with him at all times, you caved into his demands.

"toru," you murmur as you fidget with the red bowtie around your collar, trying to get it to stay straight instead of weirdly off to the side as it just so happens to seem inclined towards. "this is stupid." as soon as the words leave your mouth, a dramatic gasp escapes him, eliciting some confused looks from the park goers around the two of you, as he spins around to face you. there's an almost offended look on his face, albeit highly exaggerated, as he places his hands on your shoulders, lowering himself to your eye level.

"sweets. we're enjoying ourselves and having fun." he states as if it were a simple fact, one as clear as the sky above you two. "how is this stupid?" satoru asks, his previous expression of shock, and borderline offence, now morphing into a pout. his lower lip was jutting out in a way that made his crystalline blue eyes sparkle even more with a tinge of faux sadness, a look he knows always pulls at your heartstrings.

a sigh escapes you, it wasn't like the idea was not enticing, especially with satoru by your side, but you had some small hang-ups that were making you slightly hesitant from throwing yourself in this with reckless abandon. "we're university students and instead of being at class, we're here playing dress up at the same place parents bring their toddlers with way too much energy." you comment, narrowly avoiding falling face first to the ground, thanks to satoru's quick reflexes saving you from that fate, as one of the aforementioned hyper-active toddlers crashes into your knees. now pulled against his chest, you lean into his touch, your shoulders sagging slightly as you contemplate your current situation.

"plus, don't you feel weird when wearing these outfits?" you gesture to yourself in the full-length mirror right in front of you. "feels like we're back in high school again and the teenagers around us aren't helping that feeling." right next to the entrance of the park, there was a costume rental area that park guest could use and immediately after spotting it, satoru pulled you towards the racks of various different school uniform designs. now, you were dressed in a slightly wrinkled white button-up, a red bowtie around your collar, a plaid skirt that fell just above your knees and a brown cardigan to top it all off, however, feeling overgrown despite only being out of high school for no less than 2 years.

tightening his grip around your waist, he starts swaying side to side which causes you to move along with him, a childish whine present in his voice as he speaks. "but babee, that's the beauty of it!" sensing that your scepticism was growing with each second, he pokes your cheeks, eliciting a small smile from you as it always does when he does this. "think about it. i know how stressed you've been with your workload and what better way to destress than to take some time off by travelling back to our high school days and relaxing with your amazing boyfriend." he suggests, making sure to emphasise the last two words of his sentence as if to showcase how proud he was of that title to anyone who was in the fortunate or unfortunate, depending on how you look at it, earshot of the two of you.

"you chose these outfits on purpose didn't you?" you already knew the answer to your own question. it was undeniable. the outfits you were wearing were almost identical matches to the ones you wore during your own time in highschool. quietly, to yourself, you thought about how good satoru looked in his fit with his broad frame filling up the navy blazer with ease, maybe even better now than when you first saw him in those long corridors.

as if he noticed how your gaze was lingering on him, his grin grew even wider as he placed a chaste kiss upon your cheek. "don't people say nostalgia's one hell of a drug?" he quips back at you, already intent on dragging you out to explore the expanses of the amusement park.

finally, you acquiesce to his demands, letting yourself be pulled along by him as you fight the urge to giggle at his antics. "fine, satoru. but you better make it up to me for making me miss my lecture by making this an amazing date."

he's only further emboldened by your request, slowing down his speed to match yours before bringing your intertwined hands to his lips. "anything for you, sweets."

to no one's surprise, satoru is a man of his word and brings you around on a carefully curated visit to what he deems to be the highlights of the park's attractions. first, he takes you to the tallest rollercoaster in the park and not so secretly enjoys it when your grip around him tightens with each drop. next stop is apparently the large ferris wheel in the middle of the park grounds where he slips the attendant some yen to allow you guys to cut to the front of the line, much to the complaints and annoyed stares of the rest of the people queueing up for their turn. while you are busy admiring the atmosphere and scenery of the park from a much higher perspective thanks to the ride, satoru manages to successfully steal some kisses from you and snaps many discrete photos of you that will definitely appear as his lock screen very shortly after today. once the ride arrives at a stop, you spot a cart selling colourful wads of cotton candy and without even needing to say a word, he gives you a nod as the two of you sprint to buy some. you get a blueberry-flavoured one while he gets a strawberry flavoured and somehow, those colours end up staining your tounges with them even miraculously turning purple as the day goes on.

when you start to inevitably get tired from the constant walking around, satoru eagerly offers to carry you around to which you can barely mutter a small protest before he sweeps you up in his arms and onto his back. he did try to offer to carry you around in a princess carry but already after fighting off moments where you felt like your heart was going to give out from his teasings and flirtations and withering stares from the single people that passed you guys, you successfully bashfully turn him down.

finally, or what you assume to be the final stop, satoru leads you to the carousel as the two of you lean against the barricade of the ride. tired, but not exhausted, from the day's activities, a wistful sigh escapes you as you watch the fluorescent lights of the carousel twinkle while it spins. he turns towards you, his classic sunglasses on the verge of falling off his nose.

"so, are you having fun and feeling more relaxed now?" he asks, eagerly awaiting your response. you give him a simple nod and grin as you take the sunglasses off of his face, allowing you to drink in his features and the youthful glow that tints his face, sliding them onto your own head. watching your small antics always makes his heart flutter and his smile grows wider, no matter how small or silly the act is. he soon spots a couple passing by, flagging them down, much to your confusion, as he hands them his phone before asking them to take a photo for you guys as a keepsake. as they start the countdown for the photo, satoru suddenly lifts you up into a sudden kiss as you melt into his touch instinctively. once he slowly drops you down back to your feet, they hand him his phone back and wish the two of you the best. before you can even ask to see the picture, his expression suddenly drops as he notices the time.

"wait! we have somewhere to be!" is all he says before taking your hand into his and breaking off into a light sprint in god knows what direction.

obviously struggling to keep up with his pace with his long limbs making him move at what feels like an impossibly fast speed and still confused from the sudden change in pace, you manage to ask. "what do you mean, toru?"

seemingly paying no mind to your question or the crowd in front of the two of you as he pushes his way through the crowd, with you trailing behind him. in the midst of the evergrowing noise, you hear him shout back at you "it's a surprise! come on, we need to get a good spot!"

deciding that you're probably not going to get an answer until satoru finds the so-called "good spot" that he is looking for, you let him pull you through the crowds right to the front of the pier overlooking the lake of the park. with his arms on either side of you, he gives you a gentle nudge before whispering in your ears "look up." as you do, the evening sky suddenly breaks out into an explosion of colours as a bunch of fireworks are launched above the park, the clear lake beneath it creating a mesmerising reflection of the nighttime show above. you can't help but let a sound of awe escape your lips as you watch, transfixed by how the dark blue of the evening sky is the perfect backdrop for such a display.

"it's perfect, satoru." you remark, "thank you, from the bottom of my heart."

the look on your face and the glimmer of joy are absolutely priceless and in that moment, satoru thinks to himself how he would forever immortalise this moment in his memories. "like i said earlier, anything for you sweets."

[rogueonestan]

two sides of the same coin

summary: when joel comes home late one evening, the first thing he seeks is your embrace. 

word count: 2.3k

masterlist | ao3

Joel was exhausted. 

He was beyond tired and just walking down the long hallway to your shared apartment used the amount of energy he had left. The only thing that motivated him was knowing you were waiting for him behind those doors. 

So, he forces one foot in front of the other. The walk seems to be never-ending, almost like he’s been walking for hours now. By the time he reaches the apartment, Joel’s head leans forward and rests against the cool wood of the door as the feeling of pure exhaustion finally takes over his body. A heavy sigh leaves his lips as he closes his eyes, finally giving in to the call of sleep his body so desperately needs. The events of the day finally begin to settle in his body.

On the opposite side of the door, you were currently resting on your bed for the night as you were reading a book Joel had gifted you a while back. He had given it to you randomly one day, and the gesture gave you such a joy you hadn’t felt in a long time. The simple gesture resulted in a large smile being plastered across your lips for the rest of the night. You were about to flip to the next page when you heard a soft ‘thud’ at the door.

You didn't think much of it at first. You brushed it off as one of your neighbors slamming their door in the distance or something along those lines, but there was a feeling in your belly that told you something was wrong. You eventually put your book on your bedside as you unraveled yourself from your layers of blankets, making your way across the apartment. 

The sight on the other side of the door surprised you. When you cracked the door just enough to see what the source of the sound was, you were greeted by the sight of a half-asleep Joel currently resting on the door frame. Your head pokes out far enough so that Joel could see you.

“Hi, baby.” The grogginess already prominent in his voice shows just how tired he was. The way his words slurred, his body slumped against the door, his eyes barely fluttering open when he saw you, they all tell you just how exhausted he is. The adorable sight puts a smile on your face.

You manage to wiggle your way out of the small creak of the door and you’re quick to wrap your arms around his torso so that he can get inside and get the rest he’s in desperate need of. When doing so, Joel manages to shove his face in the crook of your neck. “Let’s get you inside.” You tell him as you guide him in the apartment.

You softly kick the door behind you as you begin to guide Joel in the direction of the bed, but the feeling of Joel’s stubble rubbing on your exposed skin stops you in your tracks. 

A  mumbled ‘no’ falls from his lips, along with the hot breath fanning across your neck as a deep sigh leaves Joel’s lips. His body sways the slightest in the direction of the nearby couch that’s only a few steps away. You understand what he’s silently asking for and guide him in the direction of the couch.

It didn’t take much effort to guide him on the makeshift bed. His head hits the stuffy pillow that almost feels like air in his current state. The soft cushions beneath him cause a sigh of relief to leave his lips as he closes his eyes. 

You leave his side temporarily so that you could grab a blanket that kept you warm just a minute or two ago. The warm sensation coming from the blanket lures Joel further into his sleepy state when you drape the material over his body. It probably doesn’t help with the fact that the material has the familiar scent of you. When your body turns to head in the direction of the kitchen so that you could prepare a plate of food from some leftovers you made earlier, a light grip on your wrist stops you.

“Don’t go.” Joel lazily mumbles to you. 

A soft smile appears on your face. His eyes remained closed and you could tell that he was beginning to drift off already. “I wasn’t going anywhere. I was just going to make you a plate of food, you need to eat.” 

A moan of disapproval leaves his lips. A few mumbled words that you can't catch leave his lips but the only thing you’re able to understand are the words ‘don’t leave.’ His grasp on your wrist never leaves, only loosening to the point where it’s barely there, but never disappears. You eventually cave in to his request and lift his head enough so that it could be resting on your lap when you sit, eventually tossing the pillow on the nearby floor in the process. 

It was a favorite position for the two of you after a long day. One of you would already be sitting on the couch when the other came home, and the feeling of seeking comfort in the other always helped to unwind. It didn’t necessarily have to be from pure exhaustion, just like it was today, but rather, after a shit day where nothing went right or it was simply wanting to seek comfort from your partner.

Your fingers instinctively roam through Joel’s hair as soon as he gets himself comfortable in his new position after he flipped on his side. The side of his face buries itself in your thighs, his nose begins to nudge itself against your leg as you continue your actions. You know the calming sensation is already beginning to get to him when a sigh of relief leaves his lips. The continued action of running through his hair and the occasional scratching at his scalp helps to remove the stresses from the day. It was barely a few minutes that passed by when Joel felt himself beginning to drift off.

“Is there anything I can do for you? There’s some leftovers in the fridge that I can reheat for you.” You offer to him as your hand drifts down to his bicep, gently rubbing and massaging the area. 

He simply shakes his head. “No, this is plenty. Thank you.” 

“Of course.” You tell him as you continue rubbing up and down his arm.

To the outside eye, the scene happening in the living room of your apartment would seem normal, something that would happen on an everyday occurrence, but you know better. It took a long time for the relationship you have with Joel to get where it is today. There were a lot of fights in the beginning. Arguments on what kind of a relationship you have, if what you had was more than just physical. 

Your relationship was similar to a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship at first- you both worked jobs together when Tess offered you one, long conversations being shared during your travels, and then eventually grew physical after Joel had suggested it one night. It was merely supposed to be a way to alleviate the stress from the day, just partners seeking comfort in the other, but then it grew to be eventually more.

It even took a while after that for there to be the level of trust that you currently have in one another, mainly because you both have suffered heavy losses over the years and couldn’t bare the thought to lose the other. Joel wanted to take things slow at first, but that eventually grew to living together only a handful of months later. 

Since then, you were able to see a side of him you had seen before. He was kind. He was loving. He was caring. He asked you about your day and looked forward to every detail (even how boring you thought it was.) He comforted you when you told him about a bad day you had, sometimes there was even dinner prepared when you walked through the door. 

It was those days you both looked forward to the most- the simplicity of sharing a meal together. It doesn’t happen as much as you would like, mainly because of your busy lifestyles, but when they do happen, you both cherish it. Neither of you knew when the next time you will be given this opportunity will be, so you took advantage of it.

The normalcy of spending the evening together was the stepping stone in which Joel put his full trust in you. It’s been such a long since he’s felt what he feels for you. It reminds him of a time where the world wasn't filled with one tragedy after another. The four walls of your apartment gives him a way to escape from all of that. Within those walls, it’s a place where Joel can forget about everything and just be with you.

Most nights you spend together are usually filled just being in each other’s presence. You’ll prepare dinner as Joel begins to unwind for the day. Other nights, you’ll already be in bed and Joel will crawl himself into bed as he wraps his frame around yours. 

It’s those moments he cherishes the most. Just being with you, safe in his arms, is more than enough to make up for the horrors he’s seen in his life. Being with you helps him with that.

You’re more than anything he could ever ask for. Always watching out for him, making sure he’s okay, that your home actually feels like a home rather than just a place where you sleep at night (which is what his previous place felt like.) Two sides of the same coin. 

The four walls of your apartment felt like a place where you could actually build some kind of future together, which is something Joel never pictured himself wanting when the two of you met.

Sleep was still looming over his brain. The feeling of your fingers running themselves through his hair, and the occasional tugging on the ends, did not help. The soft humming falling from your lips was almost like a siren’s call for him to finally accept the sleep he’s been longing to all day long. 

As much as he wants to cave in, to allow himself to get the sleep he needs, Joel doesn’t want this moment to end. Once he closes his eyes, this’ll be over then he will have to work yet another long day. His head tilts the slightest to catch a better glimpse of you and the sight in itself is enough for him to fall in love with you all over again. A smile was smeared on your face as you continued your actions, you were so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed Joel’s gaze was now on you.

The moment you do, concern fills your eyes. “What is it? What’s wrong?” You ask. Your fingers no longer roam through his hair and now gently caress the high points of his cheekbone. 

‘Thank you’ is all he manages to say to you. There’s so much more that he wants to say, needs to say, but he can’t seem to form the words.

“Of course. After everything you’ve done for us, it’s the least I can do.” You tell him.

He wants to tell you how grateful he is for you to be in his life, how you were the light in his life, how your kind nature helped him see the world in a different (more positive) way for the first time in years, but he settles for weaving his fingers with yours. It’s difficult to form words with how tired he is.

Your eyes glance from your now intertwined fingers, to the look in his eyes that tells you more than any set of words ever could, then squeeze his palm in response. 

You know words don’t come naturally for Joel, or expressing how he feels. It bothered you at first, but you eventually came to the realization that Joel expresses the way he feels for you by the things he does for you. He’ll make you dinner one night or clean up around the apartment when he knows you’ve been stressed lately, or hear you rant for as long as you need when you’ve had a bad day. 

He shows his care and devotion to you in a different way from most. He’ll hold you in his arms when you need him the most. He’s the rock you need at that very moment, and this is the least you could do in return. 

You know it’s nothing in comparison to the sacrifices Joel has made for you in the past, but you’ll gladly do it after everything he’s done for you. You just hope you bring him as much comfort as he brings you on an everyday basis.

The feeling of you roaming your hands all over his body is what eventually lures him to sleep. Your hands roam whatever they could reach. They start from the roots of his hair but not before you gently tug on the ends, then gravitating towards his shoulders as you gently massage the area as a way to unwind the layers and layers of knots that formed from the events of the day. An audible moan leaves his lips.

The stresses of the day finally leave his body as his face nuzzles deeper into your lap. Your hand eventually gravitates towards his arm, moving up and down as a way to relax him further. 

Your hand eventually makes its way home to the top of his thigh while the other hand remains on the back of his neck, tugging on the ends of his hair ever so gently. One of Joel’s hands intertwines with the hand of yours that’s pressed on the nape of his neck. Your fingers intertwine in the process, and Joel begins to feel himself drift off. 

The last thing he hears before he finally drifts off is a soft confession from you, followed by a soft peck on his cheek. “Thank you, Joel, for everything.”

[gojoed]

I SEE THE SAME. | vash x reader. | 1.9k words.

“Did you really think letting them shoot you was a good idea.”

A wince was let loose in the otherwise quiet room. The only noise was the bustle from the town outside, even if it was night, and the static voices of the small radio that Vash always carried. Dim lights made it a little hard but not impossible to see his fresh wound.

Thankfully the bullet only grazed his waist, not getting lodged or going straight through him like other unfortunate instances. But it was still bleeding and if it were up to Vash, he’d let it continue so. But thankfully you were here, so that wasn’t happening tonight.

Sighing, you set down the first aid supplies down on the desk that was positioned near the bed and set yourself down on the chair, wheeling your way over to where Vash was. Seated on the bed, with his head held low and eyes that were shielded by his sunset tinted glasses. His blood seemed to seep through his black turtleneck more, he wasn’t applying any pressure to the wound whatsoever. 

Being a plant yourself, you understood that you both healed quicker than a human, but still it seemed unwise to just leave it like that.

Waving your hand in an upwards motion, you silently told Vash to lift his shirt. He obeyed, lifting it on the side that the wound presided. Vash leaned himself back slightly against the heel of his mechanical hand, while his flesh one held onto the fabric.

Unscrewing the cap from its bottle, you tilted it against a clean rag, letting the water soak it slightly before moving the bottle upright and setting it down on the desk. You moved your hand with the rag over to his exposed waist, but let it hover as you looked up at Vash, asking for permission. 

The glare of the desk light reflected against his glasses in a way that blocked his eyes from view. But he offered a smile, one that felt empty, as if saying “yes.” 

You didn’t need his glasses to be off to know that his eyes would give him away. Guilt. It was one of the most frequent emotions you always could see swimming within him. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and by God, Vash’s was drowning. 

Brushing those thoughts away, you bent forward, slouching a bit to dab at the bullet wound. The bleeding had stopped on its own, that’s good. Vash twitched a little when your free hand placed itself on the skin of his stomach, moving his shirt up. He lifted his arm a bit more.

There he goes again, helping others before himself.

“You know, you didn’t answer my question.”

He stiffened up a bit, but then relaxed as a small chuckle escaped his lips. 

“Well.. it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

Your brows furrowed. Vash has had that “good idea” plenty of times during these hundred years or so. The evidence being the canvas of scars that was his body. Just how many more times would he allow himself to be hurt like this, you wondered. Knowing him, he wouldn’t stop, not with the insane amount of guilt that he always seemed to have. 

Once you were satisfied with your work, you tossed the rag onto the bed beside him and grabbed the bandages that were on the table. Ripping the package open with your fingers you placed a bit of medical tape to the free end. Leaving that on the bed for a moment, you placed a piece of gauze on the bullet wound before reaching for the bandages again when you saw that Vash had already gotten it. 

You whispered a small “thank you” for which you got a soft “anytime” from him as you placed the tape on his skin, beginning to wrap the bandages around him. 

Straightening your back you leaned closer to fit the bandages snuggly around his waist; which Vash then prompted to open his legs wider, moving the chair with one of them to move you along with it. Placing you directly in front of him in between his legs. 

Thankfully the wound wasn’t too severe, so you didn’t have to worry about using too much bandage. You had just bought it too, having restocked in town an hour prior to crashing in a pretty decent hotel. The townsfolk didn’t seem to recognize Vash from the wanted paper floating around, so you considered Lady Luck to be on your side. 

Finished with the bandages you cut it off, placing another piece of tape on it to then press it down lightly. You blew out a bit of air through your nose, looking at your handiwork. 

“Ok, all done Vash.”

“Thank you.” 

Looking up you saw him staring at you, glasses gone. He must have taken them off while you were fixated on wrapping him up. 

“Anytime.” You parroted his words back to him.

Light blue eyes made contact with yours before they didn’t, his eyes closing to give you another smile. It seemed a little empty this time. But he still must be thinking about the events that happened in the town before this one. Quite a bit of collateral damage was done to the town, as a result of bounty hunters having spotted you both and decided to see if they could get that sixty billion double dollar prize on their dirty hands. 

There weren’t any casualties to add to the mountain of guilt and shame Vash carried, but there were still injuries. Not to mention that the town’s plant was almost damaged thanks to the recklessness of those bounty hunters. And one of the townspeople who did harbor resentment towards Vash, caused him to have yet another scar. One that you had just cleaned up.

Did Vash really think letting people take their anger out on him would solve anything?

Leaning back onto the chair, it squeaked under the weight of your back. You crossed your arms and sat there, patiently. 

“You’re still thinking about them, huh?”

Vash makes a little noise akin to a squeak. He knows you caught him, and he doesn’t deny it. Opening his eyes you could tell they were a little watery, tears threatening to spill. But he just sniffled and laughed softly. Running a hand through his mop of hair he looked at you.

“Yeah, I am.” 

You were waiting for it.

“But.. I don’t deserve to cry.”

Ah, there it is.

Those same words that you’ve heard countless times as well as the countless times you’ve seen him worry over others than himself. He wanted to cry, but he felt like he didn’t deserve to. To him, it was his inability to act that denied him of such rights. Funny, how he also thinks the actions of his brother are also his fault. 

Uncrossing your arms, you reached for both his hands. You would think that his prosthetic arm would be cold to the touch, being made of Lost Technology. But no, it was warm, just like his hand made of flesh. 

Your actions were unexpected for Vash, and it made him even more confused (but curious) as to why you not only grabbed his hands, but when you followed that with holding yours against his. Palm to palm, each of your hands held in the middle of you both. You lined your fingers up with his, his being a little larger than yours but you didn’t mind. In fact it was one of his traits that you loved about him. The same hands that could hold a gun and pull a trigger were the same ones that held onto your own when traveling in the dunes of the desert.

“What do you see?”

Vash blinked. Once, then again. His tears had subsided slightly so he could see clearer. Looking down at where you two were making contact, he said:

“Well, I see our hands.”

The tone in which his voice was laced with made you laugh, almost snorting.

“Okay, that’s a little obvious. So, what do you notice about them?”

He cocked an eyebrow upwards slightly, biting his bottom lip a little bit. Vash’s hair bounced a bit, as he also moved his head a bit to the side.

“They’re.. They’re like mine.”

“Bingo! If I had some, I might have given you a golden star, y’know.”

That made Vash laugh, his usual cheerful self peeking out a bit now. 

“Okay, what else do you notice about them?” You swayed your hands together, as if doing so would make the answer come easier to him.

“We each have the same amount of fingers?”

“Right on, we both have ten to be exact!”

It was your turn to give him a smile, looking him right in the eyes. But he didn’t meet them, he knew if he looked at them he would break down in an instant. So he kept his eyes on his hands that were connected to yours, he liked the way it felt.

“What else do we have that are the same?”

The comfort he felt was disturbed just a pinch when you intertwined your fingers with his and swayed them side to side, moving both your arms in the process.

“We have two arms!” Vash straightened his back a bit more, your zeal seeming to be infectious and he was your victim. 

It only wavered a little bit when your hands left him too soon, now pointing a finger rather delicately at his face.

“What do we have here that’s the same?”

Vash continued to list off whatever he found that he shared with you. If he said eyes, your fingers would touch right under them. When he said a nose, he chuckled when you booped him, letting your finger stay on the tip. He mirrors your actions, touching wherever you touch him except on you. He let his hands cup your cheeks like you did to him, he let his fingers gently graze your lips just as you did to his.

Vash felt his shoulders relax, the tension slowly releasing. But he felt them quiver when you leaned your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

“See, we’re not so different from everyone else right? So if they can cry, if I can cry, then that means you can too.”

Biting his lip he resisted the urge to let the tears fall, but he broke when your hands returned to his and squeezed. Only then did he let a broken sound come out of his equally broken soul. His eyebrows scrunched while he sobbed, the pain in his ribs came and went as his own cries racked within them. Vash wished he could stop, but how could he? When you were the one who pried him open and let the damn fall. 

You switched positions, pulling him into a hug so he could bury his face into the crook of your neck. It was a little awkward on your end thanks to the chair but you didn’t mind, didn’t care. All that mattered to you was that Vash let the pain leak out just like the tears did. 

It took him a few minutes to stop, his chest jumping thanks to the surprising force his sobs contained. He sniffled as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Vash broke the hug first, but returned to placing his forehead against yours and having your hands hold his. 

“So.. I’m thinking pizza and donuts, what do ya say?”

Vash’s laugh broke the nonexistent tension, it sounded a little broken but he smiled. Really smiled.

“I like the way you think.”

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[cursedmoon-doll13]

Lazy mornings with the sniperrr

Yellow sunlight filtering through the faded curtains of his van window, illuminating his stubbled face. His lanky limbs are sprawled everywhere, the bedsheets clearly kicked off at some point during the night. A habitually light sleeper, he stirs as soon as you do, sweeping a hand through his messy bed hair.

But Sniper doesn’t truly wake up until he’s had his fill of coffee. If you pour him a cup first thing, he’ll mumble a ‘thanks, darlin,’ and kiss you on the cheek. He lights up a cigarette, wrenching open the door to waft out thick grey plumes of smoke.

Sit between his legs, and he’ll gladly watch the New Mexico sunrise with you, peaceful and content.

[iluvmatt]

new plans, m. sturniolo

synopsis: coming home for the holidays has its perks; you get to see your childhood best friends again, you get to spend the holidays with the people you’ve always loved, and the list goes on. of course, it also had its cons— you have to face your best friend, matt, the one that you’re madly in love with and have been in love with since you were merely thirteen. little do you know, though, that he’s dealing with the same mixed emotions of you and the holidays; biting his nails as he waits for you to knock on his front door. genre: gn!reader x matt, fluff, social media! au, i’ve loved you all my life! au, holidays! au, best friend to lover! au, loving from a distance! au, opposites attract! au, the list goes on and on!  warnings: mild language throughout, mentions of partying, nothing too serious! :-)

chapters: 00. profile introductions 01. home and coca cola 02. feelings, feelings, feelings 03. giggling n’ kicking feet 04. home sweet home 05. playing matchmaker 06. cuddling? 07. saturday dates 08. to love you is to shatter 08 (1/2). i hate (love) you  09. i think i love you 10. boyfriend, girlfriend? end.

[whotfislai]

THE FLUFF. I NEED THE FLUFF. I LOVE IT. Can we be friends 🥺💗

OFCCCC 💗💗💗!!!! its easier to write fluff imo (although i love me some angst lmaoo)

[milkyruins]

## han jisung x reader, THE "I'M IN LOVE" SONG

summary: you are ever the muse and han jisung is ever the artist.

genre: fluff

content warning: brief mentions about being discontent at work

wc: ~.3k (baby drabble!)

honestly, he lost track of what you were saying.

it was something, something very intelligent and well-spoken, but all jisung could see while you were ranting on was the glorious way the setting sun kissed your already too pretty self. your hair glowed a tad bit orange-yellow-pink, your entire face was illuminated divinely, and just... oh, the visions he was blessed with since he became his lover’s roommate.

in that split second, han jisung decided that this moment would make the most perfect, grossly cute “i’m-in-love” song lyric.

he was propped up against the edge of the kitchen island and then suddenly wasn’t. jisung was soon sprinting– yes, sprinting– down the hallway for your shared room.

“babe?!” you yelled after him, startled by his sudden flight during your average after-work rants.

“one second love!” his voice was muffled a bit by the sound of some loud rustling noises. what ever was he doing?

soon, your boyfriend came back to you, his lyric journal in hand. the journal was hard to not recognize– it was battered by long studio nights, many coffee spills, and the vicious seoul winter. as soon as he reached your side, he plopped down and started to manically scribble down something.

“hannie…” his eyes shot towards you, moony and wide.

“oh!” he quickly shut his notebook and turned back to you. “i really, really needed to jot that moment down.”

you giggled. “about how much i hate my manager?”

jisung shook his head, eyes avoiding yours. “you looked nice against the sunset, that’s all.”

crouching down while holding your head in your hands, you decided to join your lovely creative genius on the floor. it was a good place to rot away with embarrassment, no?

[beauleifu]

PASS THE FREAKING CRUMBS PLZ 🙏🙏 I WILL DO ANYTHING THAT DOESNT INVOLVE KILLING ME -

🥓🥓

oh my poor little bacon friend i gotchu

Heartstrings crumbs first cause i want the reader to suffer again and you don't know how terribly

also this little snippet (edit; oh no im noticing spelling errors NOW of all times jeezus lemme fix that in the real chapter lmao)

ok now Heartbeat 'cause i went on a rampage for the first chapter and now I have like 75% of the plot almost done, just writing it is the hard part lmao

ALSO;

[junkissed]

sometimes i reread my own fics and go. damn i'm not as bad at this as i thought

[enevera]

trick or treat !

!!! i give u soft wip from a few months ago that idk if i'll ever finish <333

ask game!!