#goober man with the nice smile

[elderwisp]

[illogicallyodd]

Here’s a picture of Chonny :)

[xomakara]

Love Like This

SUMMARY |  You recently moved into this very nice neighborhood with your dog, Goober. When Yeosang and his daughter introduce themselves to you, his daughter falls in love with Goober right away. As you spend more time with your neighbors, you realize that you have fallen in love.

PAIRINGS | Yeosang x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked

GENRE |  smut, fluff, Dad!Yeosang, dogmom!Reader, non-idol au

CONTENT/WARNINGS | unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), oral sex (male giving/female receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, praise kink, vaginal penetration, lovemaking

LENGTH | 6,629 words

TAGLIST |  ---

NETWORKS |  @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AUTHOR’S NOTE | Back with another fic for the Dadteez series. As always, you'll see some recurring characters haha. This is much more on the sensual and lovemaking side of things but I hope you all enjoy it. Love you ❤️

The doorbell rang, and your heart skipped a beat. Who could it be? You weren’t expecting anyone, but the sound of tiny footsteps and muffled giggles outside made you pause. You glanced toward Goober, sprawled out on the living room floor, his massive frame taking up more space than he probably should. His head perked up at the noise, ears twitching as if sensing something was about to happen.

“Stay, boy,” you whispered, grabbing his leash just in case. He whined softly, tail thumping against the floor, clearly eager to investigate.

You opened the door cautiously, and there they were—your new neighbors. A man stood tall, with a warm smile that seemed to light up the porch, and a little girl clinging to his hand, her eyes wide with curiosity. The man introduced himself first, his voice calm and friendly. “Hi, I’m Yeosang, and this is my daughter, Yeonwoo. We’re your neighbors next door. Thought we’d stop by and say hello and welcome you to the neighborhood.”

Yeonwoo peeked out from behind her dad, her round cheeks puffing slightly as she smiled. Her gaze darted past you, locking onto something inside your house. You followed her line of sight and saw Goober, who had decided now was the perfect time to lumber over, his big paws making soft thuds on the wooden floor. His tail wagged slowly at first, then picked up speed as he approached the door.

Yeosang’s expression tightened for a split second, clearly wary of the giant Doberman. But Yeonwoo? She didn’t even hesitate. 

“Doggy!” she squealed, pulling free from her dad’s grip and darting forward, her little hands outstretched.

“Wait!” you called out, reaching for her instinctively. “He’s… uh, he’s friendly, but—”

But she wasn’t listening. She was already kneeling in front of Goober, her tiny fingers landing gently on his broad chest. The dog froze for a moment, his dark eyes blinking down at her curiously, then let out a soft huff as his tail starts wagging again, this time like a metronome gone wild. 

“Good doggy,” Yeonwoo cooed, patting his fur with all the confidence of someone who had never met a dog they didn’t love.

Goober, ever the people-pleaser, leaned into her touch, his tongue lolling out happily. You couldn’t help but laugh, relief flooding through you. Yeosang, however, looked equal parts amazed and horrified. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said quickly, stepping forward to scoop Yeonwoo up. “She doesn’t usually… well, she’s fearless around animals.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, leaning down to scratch Goober behind the ears. “He’s a big softie at heart. Just looks intimidating.”

Yeosang hesitated, glancing between you and Goober, his brow furrowing slightly. “Yeah, well… he is intimidating. Most dogs his size wouldn’t take too kindly to someone running up to them like that.”

You straightened up, meeting his gaze. “You’re right. I should’ve been more careful.” 

Your tone was apologetic, but Yeosang’s attention seemed torn between you and his daughter, who was now trying to squirm her way back to Goober. “It’s okay. No harm done.”

“Daddy, let me down!” she protested, wriggling in his arms. “I wanna play with him!”

“Yeonwoo,” Yeosang said firmly, though his voice softened when he looked down at her. “We don’t just go running up to dogs we don’t know. It’s dangerous.”

Her bottom lip pouted out, and you felt a pang of sympathy. 

“Actually,” you said, reaching for Goober’s leash, “he loves kids. And since Yeonwoo’s not afraid of him, maybe we could give it a shot? Safely, of course.”

Yeosang’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying you. There was something in his expression—a mix of caution and interest like he was weighing the pros and cons of letting his guard down. Finally, he sighed, setting Yeonwoo on the ground but keeping a firm hold on her shoulder. “Fine. But if he so much as growls, we’re out of here.”

“Deal,” you nodded, giving him your best reassuring smile. Then, turning to Yeonwoo, you knelt down so you were at eye level with her. “Okay, sweetie, you can pet him, but only if your daddy says it’s okay, alright?”

She nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Okay!”

You guided Goober closer, making sure he stayed calm as Yeonwoo reached out again. This time, she kept her movements slow and deliberate, earning a gentle nudge from Goober as if to say ‘Finally, some manners’. Yeosang watched the interaction closely, his body tense but his expression softening as he realized how harmless it was.

“See?” you said, looking up at him. “He’s all bark and no bite.”

“Yeah, well, I think the bark alone could scare off half the neighborhood,” Yeosang chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen a dog this big except for my friend Jongho’s malamute. He has five energetic kids and you can’t say no to them when they ask for a dog.”

There was a pause, the kind that felt charged with unspoken words. You stood up, brushing off your jeans, and realized just how close you were standing to each other. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you felt thick, almost electric as if the universe itself was nudging you both closer together.

Was he feeling it too?

Yeonwoo’s voice broke the tension. “Can we keep him, Daddy? Please?”

“Not quite how it works, kiddo,” he laughed, ruffling her hair. “Goober belongs to…” He trailed off, glancing at you.

“Me,” you finished for him, offering your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

He took your hand, his grip firm and warm. “Nice to meet you.”

As you shook hands, you couldn’t help but notice how his fingers lingered against yours, just for a fraction longer than necessary. His gaze flicked up to meet yours again, and there it was—that same spark, that same pull.

“So,” he said, his voice low enough that Yeonwoo wouldn’t hear, “care to tell me why a woman living alone with a dog this size isn’t single-handedly terrifying the entire neighborhood?”

You bit back a grin, leaning in just enough so he could hear you. “Maybe because I’m not as scary as he is?”

His lips twitched, a hint of a smirk forming. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just good at hiding it.”

There was something in his tone—something playful, something challenging. And before you could respond, Yeonwoo tugged on his sleeve. “Daddy, can we come back later and see Goober again? Pleeease?”

Yeosang glanced down at her, then back at you, that smirk still lingering. “Depends. Do you think your dog would mind some company tomorrow?”

You felt your heartbeat quicken, the question hanging in the air like an invitation. “I think Goober would love that.”

Yeosang nodded, his eyes holding yours for a moment longer than they should have. “Then we’ll see you tomorrow.”

As they walked away, Yeonwoo waving wildly, you couldn’t help but replay the interaction in your mind. There was something about Yeosang—his protectiveness, his humor, the way he seemed to balance authority with warmth. And then there was that look, the one that had passed between you, brief but unmistakable.

Goober nudged your hand, drawing you back to the present. You scratched his ear, smiling. “Looks like we’ve got company tomorrow, buddy.”

He barked once, as if in agreement, and you felt a thrill run through you. Something was stirring between you and Yeosang, something undeniable. And you couldn’t wait to see where it led.

What a great way to start a new life in a new neighborhood.

A few weeks later, the neighborhood buzzed with excitement. Hongjoong, the grill master, had announced a spontaneous barbecue, and the scent of sizzling sausages wafted through the air, mingling with laughter and chatter. You stood at the edge of your yard, Goober by your side, watching as neighbors gathered around the makeshift grill setup in the park across the street.

Yeosang and Yeonwoo were already there, their presence drawing attention. Yeonwoo was running around with Hongjoong’s kids, Hyejin and Hongki, their laughter echoing like music. Yeosang stood nearby, chatting with Hongjoong, his voice carrying easily over the park. His eyes met yours briefly, and you felt that familiar spark, a subtle warmth pooling in your chest.

“Hi Miss Y/N!” Haru, San’s son, called out, his shy smile breaking into a grin as he approached you. “Can Goober play with us?”

You glanced down at your massive Doberman, who wagged his tail eagerly. “I think he’d love that. Just keep an eye on him, okay? He might get a little too excited.”

He nodded vigorously, and before you could say more, he was leading Goober toward the cluster of kids. The children squealed in delight as Goober bounded over, his enthusiasm infectious. Even one of Jongho’s sons, Jongsoo, usually so quiet, couldn’t resist reaching out to pet him.

As you watched them play, Yeosang joined you, his presence grounding yet electric. 

“Looks like Goober’s the star of the show,” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smirked. “He’s got a knack for that. Kids seem to adore him.”

Yeosang’s gaze lingered on you, something unspoken passing between you. “You’re good with them,” he said quietly. “With him.”

Good with him. The words sent a shiver down your spine, knowing he wasn’t just referring to Goober. You turned to face him, your breath catching slightly at the intensity in his brown eyes. 

“Someone has to be,” you replied, your tone light but your heart pounding.

Before either of you could say more, a loud crash interrupted the moment. Everyone turned to see Goober standing near the drinks cooler, which now lay on its side, ice and cans spilling everywhere. 

Haru burst out laughing, pointing at the scene. “Goober did it!”

You groaned, rushing over to assess the damage. Goober looked up at you sheepishly, his tail wagging slowly as if hoping to charm his way out of trouble. 

“You big goof,” you muttered, ruffling his ears. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Guess we’ll have to team up to fix this,” he said, his voice low and teasing. Yeosang knelt beside you, his hands moving efficiently as he helped pick up the scattered cans. 

You glanced at him, caught off guard by the heat in his tone. “Teamwork, huh?”

“Always,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Especially when it involves cleaning up after a charmingly clumsy dog.”

You laughed, the sound bubbling up naturally. “Fine. But if Goober knocks anything else over, you’re helping me explain it to Hongjoong’s wife.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “Deal.”

Together, you worked quickly, gathering the scattered drinks and refilling the cooler. The sun beat down on you, and you found yourself glancing at Yeosang often, admiring the way his muscles flexed as he moved. There was something about the way he carried himself—quiet strength tempered by a surprising tenderness. It was captivating, and you felt a pull toward him that was impossible to ignore.

When the last can was in place, Yeosang straightened, wiping his hands on his jeans. 

“All set,” he said, turning to you. His eyes held yours, the space between you suddenly charged with tension.

“Thanks,” you murmured, your voice softer than intended. He took a step closer, his proximity sending your pulse racing. 

“Anytime,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. Anytime. The word echoed in your mind, fueling the fire that had been smoldering since your first encounter.

Before you could respond, Yeonwoo came running up, tugging on Yeosang’s hand. “Daddy, can we go on the swings? Please?”

He smiled down at her, the transformation immediate and disarming. “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

As they walked away, Yeonwoo holding his hand and swinging it happily, you watched them, a smile tugging at your lips. Yeosang glanced back at you once, his expression unreadable, but the weight of his gaze lingered, heavy and undeniable.

Goober nudged your hand, drawing you back to the present. You scratched his ear, your thoughts still on Yeosang. “Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us, buddy.”

He barked once, as if in agreement, and you felt a thrill run through you. Something was stirring between you and Yeosang, something undeniable. And you couldn’t wait to see where it led.

Later, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood, you found yourself sitting by the grill, a plate of food in your hands. Yeosang sat beside you, the two of you sharing an easy conversation. The faint hum of music played in the background, and the sound of children laughing filled the air.

“You know,” Yeosang said, his voice soft, “I haven’t felt this... comfortable in a long time.”

You glanced at him, surprised by his candor. “Really?”

“It’s been just me and Yeonwoo for a while. It’s nice to feel like... part of something again. Thank you,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, his gaze focused on the flickering flames of the grill. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. The air between you crackled with potential, with the promise of something more.

You smiled, a warmth spreading through you. “Anytime.”

As the night deepened, the atmosphere shifted subtly, growing more intimate. The other neighbors began to drift away, leaving you and Yeosang alone by the dying embers of the grill. Yeonwoo was asleep in her stroller, her tiny breaths steady and peaceful.

“This has been... nice,” he said, his voice low and rough. Yeosang leaned back, his arm brushing yours. 

“Yeah,” you agreed softly. You turned to him, your heart pounding. “It has.”

A few days later, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, you found yourself standing at the doorway of Yeosang’s house. He had invited you over for dinner and you agreed. Your heart was pounding, a mix of anticipation and curiosity swirling within you. The last time you’d been here, it had been casual, neighborly. Tonight felt different, charged with an undercurrent of something far more intimate.

Yeosang opened the door with a smile that made your knees weak. His eyes were warm, and inviting, and there was a playful glint in them that sent a shiver down your spine. 

“You came,” he said simply, stepping aside to let you in. His voice was low, almost husky, and it sent a thrill through you.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light even as your stomach fluttered. “Where’s Yeonwoo?”

“She’s at a sleepover that Hongjoong and his wife is hosting,” Yeosang responded. “All the neighborhood kids went.”

You stepped inside, and the scent of something delicious—spices, garlic, rosemary—filled the air. It was comforting, homey, and yet there was an undeniable air of sophistication to it. Yeosang had outdone himself.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he said, closing the door behind you. His hand brushed against yours briefly, sending a spark of electricity between you. “Just need to finish plating. Make yourself at home.”

He disappeared into the kitchen, and you took a moment to glance around. The living room was cozy, with soft lighting and a fire crackling in the fireplace. Pictures of Yeonwoo dotted the walls, capturing her in moments of pure joy—running through fields, blowing out birthday candles, clutching Goober in her tiny arms. They were snapshots of a life well-lived, filled with love and laughter. It made your chest ache in the best way.

“Here we go,” Yeosang said, emerging from the kitchen carrying two plates. He set them down on the coffee table in front of the couch, then gestured for you to sit. “I hope you like Italian. I figured it was a safe bet.”

You sat down, your gaze drawn to the plate in front of you. The pasta looked perfect, the sauce glistening, the herbs sprinkled just so. 

“It looks amazing,” you said, picking up your fork. “And yeah, Italian’s always a safe bet.”

Yeosang sat beside you, his thigh brushing against yours as he reached for his fork. “Good. I wasn’t sure if I should go fancy or keep it simple. But...well, I wanted tonight to be special.”

Your breath caught at the sincerity in his voice. There was something raw, unguarded, about the way he spoke. It made you want to lean closer, to press your lips to his and see if he tasted as good as the food smelled. Instead, you settled for taking a bite of the pasta. It was rich, flavorful, and utterly delicious. 

“Yeosang, this is incredible,” you said, genuinely impressed. “You’ve got skills.”

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made your pulse quicken. “Thanks. Cooking is kind of my therapy. When Yeonwoo was younger, I spent a lot of nights in the kitchen, figuring things out. Got pretty good at it.”

A pang of sympathy hit you. You couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him, raising a child alone, and navigating the challenges of parenthood without a partner. But somehow, he’d done it. And now, here he was, sitting beside you, looking completely at ease. It was both admirable and incredibly attractive.

As you ate, the conversation flowed effortlessly. He told you stories about Yeonwoo’s antics, the time she’d convinced him to dress up as a pirate for her school play, the night she’d snuck into his room and climbed into bed with him because of a thunderstorm. You laughed, your heart swelling with affection for the little girl who’d already stolen your heart.

“She’s something else,” you said when he finished recounting the story of Yeonwoo convincing him to bake cupcakes for her class. “I can’t believe you went along with all that.”

He grinned, leaning back against the couch. “What can I say? She’s got me wrapped around her little finger. Always has.”

You studied his face as he spoke, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the faint stubble on his jaw catching the light. There was a vulnerability to him, a softness that he rarely let show. But tonight, he seemed more open, more willing to let his guard down. And you couldn’t help but feel like this was a turning point, a moment where everything could change.

When dinner was over, Yeosang cleared the plates and returned with two glasses of wine. He handed one to you, his fingers brushing against yours again. 

“To new beginnings,” he said, raising his glass.

You clink your glass against his, your eyes meeting his over the rim. 

“To new beginnings,” you echoed, your voice soft.

The atmosphere shifted subtly after that. The fire crackled in the hearth, the room bathed in golden light, and the tension between you grew thicker, and heavier. Yeosang leaned back against the couch, his arm resting casually along the backrest behind you. You could feel the heat of him, the subtle weight of his presence.

“So,” he said, his voice low, “tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“Something you don’t know?” you repeated, thinking. You shifted slightly, the movement bringing your body closer to his.  “Hmm. I guess most people don’t know that I used to take fencing classes when I was a kid.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Fencing? Really?”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah. My dad thought it would be a good way to build discipline. Turned out I liked it. Even won a few competitions before I quit.”

He studied you, his expression thoughtful. “That explains why you walk like you’ve got a sword strapped to your side.”

“Excuse me?” you said, laughing. “I do not walk like that.”

“No?” he teased, his mouth curving into a sly grin. “Because you carry yourself like someone who knows how to handle herself.”

The compliment sent a warm flush through you, mingling with the wine and the firelight. You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed silent, letting the moment stretch between you. Yeosang’s gaze dropped to your lips, and suddenly the air was thick with unspoken words, unsaid promises.

Without thinking, you turned toward him, your body angled slightly, your knee brushing against his.

“Yeosang,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at you. “Yeah?”

You leaned in, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“I think...” you started, then paused, unsure of how to finish the sentence. But before you could figure it out, he moved, closing the distance between you.

His lips met yours, soft at first, hesitant, as though testing the waters. But then you kissed him back, and the hesitation melted away. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw as his lips moved against yours. The kiss was slow and deliberate, each touch sending waves of desire crashing through you.

You slid your hand up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. He groaned softly, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours in a languid, intoxicating rhythm. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the sensation of each other.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling in sync. Yeosang pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, his voice strained. 

“God, you’re incredible,” he muttered, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck. You felt dazed, the kiss lingering on your lips like a memory. 

“Yeosang,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. He pulled back, his dark eyes searching yours. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice low, intense.

You hesitated, caught off guard by the question. But then you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah. I do.”

With that, he stood, pulling you to your feet. “Then come with me.”

Yeosang’s grip on your hand was firm, yet gentle, as he led you through the dimly lit hallway of his home. The air between you was charged with an electric tension, every step drawing you closer to the unknown. His house felt different at this hour, quieter, more intimate, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.

The faint glow of a lamp spilled into the hallway from his bedroom, casting soft shadows that danced across the floor. Every detail seemed intentional, from the neatly folded jacket resting on the chair to the book left open on the nightstand. It was a space that spoke of him, a man who carried himself with quiet strength but also harbored a tenderness that only those closest to him would ever see.

You couldn’t help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

“This is me,” he said softly, his deep voice resonating in the stillness. His thumb brushed against the back of your hand in a subtle, reassuring gesture. Without waiting for your response, he pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, pulling you along with him.

The room enveloped you in warmth, the scent of cedar and smoke wrapping around you like a whispered promise. The bed, large and inviting, stood at the center, its crisp linens and plush comforter seeming to beckon you both. Yeosang closed the door behind you, the click of the latch echoing faintly in the quiet room.

For a moment, there was silence. The world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, standing face to face, the space between you narrowing with each passing second.

He lifted his hand, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent a jolt of awareness through you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes tracing your features with an intensity that made your heartbeat quicken.

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze. 

“So are you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

“I wasn’t sure how this would go,” he admitted, his voice low. “But being near you… it feels right.”

You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. The truth was, you felt it too. That inexplicable pull, the way he made you feel safe even as your pulse raced with excitement.

Without another word, he stepped closer, his body aligning with yours. The heat of him radiated against your skin, sending shivers cascading down your spine. His hands moved to your shoulders, sliding down your arms before gripping your wrists lightly. It was a tender hold, one that spoke of restraint and care.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, his voice husky now, laced with desire.

You nodded again, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his request.

With slow, deliberate movements, he began to undress you. First, his fingers found the button of your blouse, easing it free with practiced ease. The fabric parted, revealing the delicate lace of your bra beneath. He slid the blouse off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at your feet.

Next came the clasp of your jeans, his fingers fumbling slightly as the tension between you grew. Once undone, he slowly peeled them down your legs, leaving you in only your panties and bra.

You stood there, exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Before you could respond, his hands returned to your body, this time skimming over your hips and settling on your waist. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of heat coursing through you.

“Yeosang,” you breathed, your voice trembling.

He didn’t answer, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

His hands moved to the straps of your bra, gently peeling them down your arms until they pooled at your elbows. With a deft motion, he unclasped the garment, letting it fall to the floor. Your heart pounded in your chest as he took a step back, his eyes raking over your naked form.

“You’re so beautiful,” he repeated, his voice barely audible.

Then, without warning, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pressed against yours, igniting a fire that consumed you whole. You melted against him, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands roamed over your back, pulling you flush against his hard, defined frame.

The world dissolved into sensation, every nerve ending alive and pulsating with need. His hands moved lower, cupping your ass and lifting you slightly as he deepened the kiss.

You moaned into his mouth, your head spinning with desire.

Suddenly, he pulled back, his breathing ragged. 

“Bed,” he growled, his voice commanding yet filled with urgency.

Without hesitation, he picked you up and laid you down on the plush comforter, his body following soon after. His lips found yours again, their kisses frantic now, desperate.

You reached down, fumbling with the button of his jeans. He caught your hand, pinning it above your head. 

“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice raw with need.

Instead, his mouth trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hands roamed over your body. You arched into his touch, your breath hitching as he nipped softly at the curve of your shoulder.

“Yeosang,” you gasped, your thighs trembling with longing.

He shifted his position, his knee nudging between your legs.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice hoarse.

You hesitated, your mind reeling.

Before you could answer, he surged forward, his hardness pressing against your core through the thin fabric of your underwear.

Yeosang’s fingers traced the curve of your waist, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. His gaze dropped to your panties, the thin fabric barely concealing the heat building between your thighs. His breath hitched, and you could feel the tension in his body, a coil ready to snap.

“Let me see you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. The words were soft, but they carried weight, pulling you deeper into the moment.

You nodded, your throat dry, and lifted your hips slightly as he slid his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. The fabric caught on your skin for a brief second before it was gone, tossed aside without a thought. Yeosang’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, unfiltered and exposed. His fingers brushed against your bare skin, featherlight at first, then more deliberate as he explored the contours of your body.

His breath was hot against your thigh as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over your flesh. He inhaled deeply as if he could taste you in the air, and his fingers trailed lower, pausing just above the apex of your thighs. You shifted beneath him, your body arching instinctively toward his touch, and he responded with a slow, steady pressure that made your breath catch in your throat.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. The words seemed to echo in the quiet room, filling the space between you with a raw, pulsating energy.

He pushed your legs apart gently, his hands firm but careful, and settled between them. His fingers toyed with the sensitive skin there, teasing and testing, until you whimpered, lost in the sensation. He looked up at you then, his brown eyes intense, almost predatory, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with intent. His fingers pressed harder, circling rhythmically, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning softly.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. The word slipped out before you could think, a surrender to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

Yeosang smirked, a hint of triumph softening his expression. 

“Good,” he said, his tone laced with satisfaction. He bent his head lower, his lips brushing against the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through you, pooling low in your stomach.

His tongue flicked out then, tasting you for the first time, and you cried out, gripping the sheets beneath you. His name tumbled from your lips in a breathless plea, but he ignored it, too focused on his task. His tongue moved with precision, tracing patterns against your most intimate flesh, and every flick, every swipe, brought you closer to the edge.

You were shaking now, your body taut with need, and Yeosang knew exactly what you needed. He teased the bundle of nerves with his fingers while his tongue worked its magic, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes that sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the sensation, and he gripped your thighs to hold you still.

“Yeosang…” you moaned, your voice breaking as the tension coiled tighter and tighter within you.

He glanced up at you, his eyes gleaming with intensity. 

“Almost there,” he promised, his voice rough with exertion. He returned his attention to you, his movements growing more urgent, and you felt the walls inside you tighten, preparing to give way.

The pleasure rose higher, cresting like a wave, and with a final, desperate cry, you shattered. Your body convulsed around his fingers, your muscles clenching uncontrollably as the orgasm swept through you. Yeosang didn’t stop, didn’t let up, riding the wave with you until the tremors subsided and you lay spent, gasping for air.

He pulled away slowly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you. His lips were swollen, stained with your arousal, and his dark hair fell messily across his forehead. You reached out, your fingers threading through the strands, and drew him down for a kiss. It was messy, passionate, and utterly consuming, a reflection of the explosive intimacy you had just shared.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. He started to strip his clothes, throwing them haphazardly across the room.

“I want to make you feel that way again,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But not yet. I have something else in mind.”

You blinked up at him, unsure of what he meant, but before you could ask, he rolled onto his back, tugging you with him. You straddled his hips, your legs trembling slightly as you settled into place. Yeosang’s hands glided up your sides, cupping your breasts, and his thumbs brushed your nipples, sending sparks of sensation rippling outward.

“Tell me what you want,” he repeated, his voice commanding this time. “And this time, don’t hold back.”

You looked down at him, his dark eyes locked onto yours, and felt a surge of boldness. 

“I want you inside me,” you said, the words coming out stronger than you expected. “Now.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he growled, flipping you onto your back once more. He positioned himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against you, and you gasped as he pushed into you with one smooth thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of fullness and heat that left you clinging to him for balance. Yeosang paused, giving you a moment to adjust, before pulling out and thrusting back in, his movements deliberate and controlled.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, and he obliged, picking up the pace. His thrusts grew deeper, more forceful, each one rocking your body in tandem with his. Your breaths came in short, sharp bursts, merging with his groans as the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.

“Yeosang,” you whispered, your voice broken and pleading. “Don’t stop. Please…”

He drove into you harder, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. “Never,” he growled, his teeth bared in a feral grin. “Not until you’ve had enough.”

Your body tightened around him, signaling the beginnings of another climax, and Yeosang sensed it, pushing you over the edge with brutal efficiency. You screamed his name as pleasure tore through you, your nails digging into his back as he followed shortly after, his release marking the end of your mutual frenzy.

For a moment, there was nothing but stillness, save for the sound of your labored breathing. Yeosang collapsed beside you, his chest heaving, and you turned to face him, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw.

“Again?” he asked, his voice a teasing challenge.

You leaned in, capturing his lips with yours. “Only if you can keep up.”

The months that followed were a blur of passion, laughter, and quiet moments shared with Yeosang. Each night, you found yourself in his arms, the two of you tangled together in a mess of sheets and promises. But it wasn’t just about the heat between you—it was the way he looked at you, the way his touch made you feel seen and cherished. You loved him, and you wanted Yeonwoo to see that love reflected in both of your eyes.

It was a sunny afternoon when the three of you sat together on the porch. Yeonwoo was sprawled on the floor, her tiny hands happily petting Goober, who lay beside her with his tongue lolling out in pure bliss. Yeosang sat next to you, his arm draped casually around your shoulders as he watched his daughter play. The moment felt perfect like it had been crafted just for you.

“Yeonwoo,” Yeosang began, his voice calm but deliberate. His deep brown eyes shifted from his daughter to you, then back again. “We need to talk to you about something important.”

Yeonwoo paused mid-pet, her wide, innocent eyes lifting to meet her father’s. She blinked, waiting, her stuffed rabbit clutched tightly against her chest.

You took a deep breath, reaching out to squeeze Yeosang’s hand. 

“Sweetie,” you said gently, your voice soft but steady. “Your daddy and I… we love each other. We’ve talked about it, and we want to be a family. Together. Just the three of us.”

Yeonwoo’s eyes widened further, her tiny mouth forming an “O” of surprise. For a moment, she didn’t say anything, her gaze darting between you and her father before landing on Goober, who panted happily beside her. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she scrambled to her feet and threw herself at Goober, hugging the dog tightly.

“That means you’ll stay with us forever, right?” she asked, her voice tinged with excitement. “You’ll be my new mommy? And Goober can be my pet?”

You glanced at Yeosang, your heart swelling at the sincerity in her question. He gave you a small, reassuring smile before nodding. “Yes, sweetheart. That’s exactly what it means.”

Yeonwoo squealed, burying her face in Goober’s fur. The dog, ever the gentle giant, let out a happy bark and wagged his tail furiously, clearly enjoying the attention. You laughed, your cheeks warm with emotion, and Yeosang pulled you closer, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his breath brushing against your hair. “For making this easy for her.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze. 

“She’s not the only one who’s happy about this,” you replied, your voice teasing but laced with genuine affection. “I think I’ve wanted this just as much as she has.”

Yeosang’s lips curved into a smug grin, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. 

“Oh, really?” he teased, his hand sliding down to rest on your thigh. “Want to prove it?”

Before you could answer, Yeonwoo chimed in, her little voice interrupting the moment. “Daddy, can we go to the park tomorrow? Please? It’s been ages since we played on the swings!”

Yeosang chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Of course, princess. As long as your new mommy agrees.”

Your cheeks flushed at the title, but you nodded quickly, unable to suppress a smile. “I’d love to. We’ll make it a family outing.”

Yeonwoo clapped her hands, her laughter ringing out like music. “Yay! Goober can come too!”

“Goober would never forgive us if we left him behind,” you agreed, laughing along with her.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the yard, Yeosang stood up and offered you a hand. 

“Come on,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “Let’s take these two inside. They’re going to get cold out here.”

You accepted his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. Yeonwoo grabbed her stuffed rabbit and Goober’s leash, already plotting their evening routine. The four of you walked into the house, the warmth of the day lingering in the air around you.

Once inside, Yeosang led you toward the kitchen, his fingers intertwined with yours. 

“Have I told you how amazing you are?” he asked suddenly, his tone serious but his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning into him slightly. “Not recently, no. What brought this on?”

“Just thinking about how lucky I am,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ve made me a better man. A better father. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m never letting you go.”

Your breath hitched, your heart skipping a beat at his words. 

“Yeosang…” you began, but he silenced you with a finger to your lips.

“Don’t say anything,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle. “Just let me enjoy the moment.”

You nodded silently, your chest tight with emotion. Yeosang leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, sweet kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. When he pulled away, his gaze lingered on yours, hot and intense.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” you respond back, happy that you have a love like this.

[thoughtless-muse]

chapter summary: daryl dixon was everything you despised in a man: rude, unkempt, derisive, scornful and unarticulated. yet, daryl dixon was also everything you craved in a man: mysterious, rugged, self-sufficient, masculine, aloof, and much older than yourself. it was the worst sort of enigma to place yourself in, especially during the throes of a damn apocalypse – and yet here you were, fighting tooth and nail to try and get closer to the man who hadn’t even bothered to tell you his name himself.

word count: 3.6k

c/w: language, suggestive themes/thoughts, a bit dialogue heavy, younger!fem!reader, first meetings, older/younger, undisclosed age-gap, subtle bickering, instant attraction, brief allusions to death/loss, super minor angst (maybe?), pre-season one at the quarry camp

prologue: start of doomsday

being raised by a brother ten years your senior gave you ample time and experience to grow accustomed to being dubbed with various nicknames.

goob, goober, snot, shrimp, brat, princess – you’d heard all of those and many, many more. you had long since learned to let them bounce off of you, to simply roll with the flow and ignore them.

but when he’d given you a nickname, why, you simply couldn’t let it roll off your back; couldn’t stop yourself from replaying the exact moment he’d first called you it, couldn’t refrain from stewing over the way it had rolled – all gravelly, husky and derisive – off his tongue.

“well, ain’t’chu jus’ a doll, girly?”

doll.

he had called you a fucking doll.

and girly. as if you were some sort of child.

it was such a puerile thing to get hooked up on, something so trivial and immature – especially when compared to the more pressing concerns that you should be worrying about; such as the dead slobbering for your flesh and the dwindling food supplies within the camp.

maybe it was because when you had approached him you were just a hairs-width from a mental breakdown, the world nothing more than a mere crumble around you, and his rudeness acted as the straw that broke the camel’s back.

or maybe it was because you were simply trying to be nice, for fuck’s sake, and the moment he’d laid sight on you he decided he would harbor a personal vendetta against you, for no real reason other than he could – or wanted to.

you didn’t even know his name. and it had become painfully obvious that he’d taken great lengths to make sure no one in the camp did; when you’d approached shane about him moments after that fateful incident, shane had spared no more than a glance in the direction the man had stalked off in and shrugged.

“no idea who he is, really. he kinda just showed up.” was all shane had said, as if what had just transpired was trifling at best – and, deep down inside, you knew it was; a man copping an attitude with you was the least of shane’s worries, and it was petulant for you to expect him to place it above everything else that was already piled onto his platter, that it was stupid to expect him to do something about it as if he were a parent getting onto a child.

but you just couldn’t help it.

you hadn’t been able to help it for days.

those words rang through your head every time you saw him, sauntering around the camp with a scowl, lugging around that clunky crossbow like it was some sort of deterrent, like no one would be brave enough to approach him while he had it within his reach – it just flat-out irritated you.

you were only trying to be nice.

“I don’ need no damn help. I can find a tent jus’ fine!”

“prick.” you muttered under your breath, only realizing that you’d audibly expressed your distaste at the memory when a cool, damp hand gripped your bicep.

“you okay, (y/n)?” andrea asked softly, stroking her thumb over your skin soothingly. you shot the older woman a small smile, shirking off the irritation that had built under your skin from the mere thought of that man.

“yeah, yeah. I’m good, andrea. thanks.” you returned your focus to the bin of dirty laundry you had abandoned in favor of recounting sore memories and began to scrub near-viciously. this happened a lot, too, when you thought about him. the thoughts would pop up unprompted, and then everything else would fade away into mere white noise – you were sure it was incredibly frustrating for those who shared your assigned tasks each day.

andrea hummed softly and uncurled her fingers from your bicep to return her hand to her own basin once more. silence fell over the group of women washing clothes at the lakeside, nothing but the cries of forest birds, rippling water and churning splashes against the walls of multiple basins acting as a melody to the activity.

that was, until amy spoke up, her voice airy and strained by amusement that she tried to desperately to conceal. “so, uh, who’s a prick?”

you whipped your head over to glare at amy as muted giggles arose around you, and she vehemently avoided your eyes lest the smile teasing at her lips grew into a full on grin. heat flared over your cheeks and you blew out a puff of hot air, equal parts embarrassed and irritated that you were caught angrily musing over that man red-handed. again.

“no one.” you stated simply, voice weak even to your own ears; and with the way amy’s shoulders began to tremble with contained laughter, you knew she had picked up the lack of conviction within your tone as well.

she just knew you too well.

you had met the harrison sisters the morning after the bombing of atlanta. they had been among the group of people that shane had led to the quarry. amy was sociable, nice, and outgoing, fluttering around the camp and offering bottled water and protein bars to everyone around her. close in age, you’d clicked with her almost instantly, drawn in by her bubbly personality and likeness to yourself; the two of you had been nearly inseparable since, and you even considered her to be a best friend despite the fact that you’d met her only a little over a week ago – falling in with andrea seemed all but inevitable, and you couldn’t say you hated that.

andrea was more reserved than amy was, but no less kind. you weren’t sure if it was a facet of her personality or simply because she had seen the bond forming between amy and yourself, but andrea had, at some point, taken you beneath her wing and treated you as if you were an extension of her own family – it was comforting, but in some ways, it made your heart ache.

because you’d had that once before; had it in the form of broad shoulders, dark hair, blue eyes, and a voice of reason that could talk down even the most insane of serial killers.

you’d had it in the form of rick, ten years your senior and your best friend, tied to you by more than just shared blood.

“I’m serious,” you pressed, smiling through the sudden onslaught of ache within your chest. “I wasn’t talking about anyone.”

“okay.” amy responded simply, dragging out the ‘y’ in way that conveyed exactly how much she believed you in that instant. you chuckled lowly and shook your head, willing the pain in your chest to ebb away quickly, before it swelled to something too big to contain; a knot was forming in your throat, one that had become far too familiar within the past couple weeks, and swallowing it down was growing harder and harder.

amy’s attempt at prodding fell to silence again, one that the others seemed content in, completely ignorant to the turmoil roiling within you. the silence acted as a catalyst rather than a balm, an overwhelming force that prompted the small cut in your chest into a growing chasm, and in a desperate attempt to strike conversation and sow it back up, you said, “I was talking about that guy with the crossbow.”

laughter erupted around you – the first painful stitch. amy nudged you with her elbow with a light guffaw – the second stitch, a little less painful than the first.

“yeah, I kinda figured as much.” andrea acknowledged with a laugh. “you’ve been in knots over him ever since he first showed up.” the third stitch, nearly painless.

“I have not!” you rebuked, even though a small part of you knew it was true. the man had simply waltzed into camp one day, a string of squirrels thrown over one shoulder and his crossbow slung over the other, a scowl on his face and body covered in filth and grime. sweat glistened across his brow and over the skin of his exposed biceps, and when he spoke, it was with a southern drawl that had drawn you in nearly instantly.

he was attractive as hell, at least he was to you – you became instantly overwhelmed by the desire to talk to him, to know him, to get closer in some way; but perhaps you should have observed him a bit more before practically cornering him and offering your help. maybe then you would have been able to foresee his reaction, and you wouldn’t be in this torn-up state in the first place.

“he is a bit of a prick, though.” amy conceded. “I think the only reason shane allows him to stay is because he can hunt.”

that chasm had been successfully sewn up by now, but the flesh around it was still achy and sore, sensitive to any prod and poke. you’d have to tread carefully to avoid reopening it, at least for now.

“I’m sure he’s got other skills.” you weren’t sure why you were defending the man after just insulting him and stewing over him, but for some reason, it irked you for him to be likened to as a one-trick pony. maybe it was simply the cursed attraction you had to him.

“and I’m more than certain you’d love to figure out just what those other skills are.” jacqui, who had been stationed furthest from you, piped up for the first time. your mouth popped open, your eyes widened, and heat flared to your face while the others erupted into laughter. amy’s laugh was the most notable, loud and boisterous, and despite the slight mortification you felt at jacqui’s suggestive (but true) statement, you found yourself laughing along.

you wondered just how obvious you must have been about your attraction to the man for even jacqui to have noticed; you didn’t talk much with her, but when you’re sequestered into a camp fending for your lives against the walking dead, you supposed it was only natural to pick up on things about the people around you.

had the man noticed it, too?

after all, you had, without a doubt, noticed things about him; things that no one would notice unless they had their eyes on him a little too much.

you noticed the small things that made him attractive; the subtle age lines around his eyes and lips, the creases along his forehead, the bags beneath his bottom lids, the semi-permanent frown fixed upon his face.

you noticed the things about him that stirred your gut, that pooled heat between your legs and brought about carnal arousal within you; the broad width of his shoulders, the way those shirts with the cut-off sleeves framed and accentuated his biceps and torso, those small glimpses that his pants sometimes gave you of his package, the way he sauntered around, glaring at everyone, cold and unapproachable – like a dark, gloomy castle just waiting to be turned into someone’s conquest.

most of all, you noticed the clear difference in age between the two of you – fuck… it had to be at least ten years, right? if you were lucky, it may even be larger than that.

your gut twisted with the familiar sensation of arousal and your sex throbbed between your legs, prompting you to close your thighs together in an attempt to stop it. or maybe get some friction, you weren’t sure.

this was becoming a big, big problem.

“(y/n)! aunt (y/n)!”

a shrill, childish voice called out to you from the gravel road yards from the lake, effectively dousing the low-burning embers in your belly. you whipped your head back and cupped a hand over your eyes to shield them from the sun. you smiled widely at the approaching form of carl, your one and only nephew, and discarded the wet shirt in your hand in favor of turning your entire body to face the boy.

“hey, carl! what’s up?” you questioned the exuberant child when he halted just feet away from you, panting heavily and dowsed in sweat. you reckoned he must have run all the way here from the camp. what an energetic youth.

“there’s something going down in camp. shane’s fighting with this weird guy! he has a gun!”

your heart tripped over itself and you quickly rose to your feet, shooting a hand out to grip carl by the shoulder and draw him closer. a threat of this magnitude hadn’t shown face in the camp yet, and despite the fact that it wasn’t within your jurisdiction to handle matters such as these, you couldn’t push down the instinct to do so.

“amy, could you finish up my part, please?” you asked kindly, sending the young blonde a pleading look from over your shoulder. she nodded and reached over to pull your basin closer to her, throwing a cheery “you owe me!” at your back and prompting a chuckle from your throat. uneasy murmurs had broken about amongst the women at the lake, though amy seemed unbothered by the same circumstances, focused completely on her task where as the others had slowed to a distracted crawl.

“yeah, I do, thanks. okay carl, take me to camp.” you ordered the boy, who nodded and shrugged your hand from his shoulder before dashing forward, kicking up dust from beneath his heels.

you swallowed down the command for carl to slow down that swelled in your throat and instead picked up your pace; if it was true that shane was currently grappling with someone, you couldn’t waste any time on chastising carl or slowing the pace. you had to get to camp to de-escalate the situation if it called for it.

by the time carl had broken through the foliage around the camp, your ears picked up the unmistakable rumble of shane’s voice; it held that same stern yet soft tone that he used when talking to criminal suspects – you’d been there when he’d done it before.

“… just hand me the gun and tell me your name, and we can get this all sorted.”

“I ain’t handin’ya my gun, pretty boy.” this voice was different; rugged and hoarse and dry, as if the owner of it had just chain-smoked a whole pack of cigarettes. “alls I’m lookin’ fer is my brother. I don’ have any other business with ya.”

shane sighed heavily just as you broke through the green shrubbery surrounding the east side of the camp. his hands were glued to his hips, lips pursed and eyes narrowed in annoyance at the man a few feet in front of him. when carl had first mentioned a gun, you worried that the man may have been pointing it at the ex-officer, or others; but it was instead holstered at the man’s hip, untouched and non-threatening.

“look, man, I get that. I don’t think you’re gonna hurt anybody; but we’ve got women and children here, and you’re a stranger with a gun. I can’t take any chances. I’m sure you understand.” shane coaxed further, removing a hand from his hip and extending an open palm to the man. the man glared down at shane’s hand but made no further movement; he didn’t reach for his gun, nor did he shift his feet at all, hell, you couldn’t even tell if the man was breathing at this point. but it was obvious this man wasn’t a threat – but if shane continued to pester him this way, he very well could become one; and with carl right next to you, that was a chance you couldn’t take.

shane huffed loudly and you saw his fingers twitch, as if he were barely holding back from striking at the man. you swallowed down your trepidation and pushed carl back, clearing your throat subtly before marching right up next to shane to confront the man.

“what’s your brother’s name? maybe we can help you find him; if he’s here.”

two pairs of eyes simultaneously snapped to you – one pair dark and narrowed in a harsh glare and the other quickly lighting up with barely-concealed interest. the stranger, a man with a buzz cut and wiry face, smiled widely at you, the tip of a pink tongue slipping just barely from between his lips as his eyes trailed your body. you pushed away the shiver that threatened to crawl up your spine and held the man’s gaze confidently until he was done with his blatant show of lewd conduct.

when his eyes met yours once more, there was a coy, feline smirk upon his lips, and his croaky voice had dropped a few octaves when he responded, “daryl. his name is daryl.”

for a moment, you sat silent, gnawing on your inner cheek and wracking your brain for just who ‘daryl’ could be. you didn’t know the names of every person in camp, but that list of unknowns was short – only three people. your heart constricted. could it be?

“so, your brother’s name is daryl. what’s yours?” shane piped up, voice edged with aggravation, as he rocked back on his heels and slipped his thumbs through his belt loops. the stranger’s eyes never left your body as he opened his mouth to respond, but the voice that echoed back didn’t belong to him.

“merle? what’d’ya think yer doin’ here?”

you didn’t have to look over your shoulder to know who the shambling footsteps behind you belonged to. your stomach twisted in on itself when a warm hand pushed you aside by the thick of your bicep, not too roughly but enough to have you stumbling slightly, the contact brief but enough to leave tingles in its wake. you glanced at the man between yourself and shane, taking note of the grimace on his face as he stared down the stranger.

the stranger, merle, took no heed to the glares that were fixed upon him. he smiled widely and threw his arms out as if expecting a hug.

“baby brother! isn’t it obvious? I’m here lookin’ fer ya.”

“you know him?” shane inquired, jerking his head in merle’s direction, eyes locked on the man between the two of you.

the man – daryl, as you now knew – shuffled on his feet and cast his eyes to the side, giving shane a brief once over. after that, daryl returned his eyes to merle and nodded.

“yeah. tha’s my brother.”

shane ran a shaky hand through his hair and chuckled hotly, muttering something underneath his breath. trepidation fluttered in your gut. you’d known shane long enough to know exactly what those mannerisms of his meant, and it didn’t spell anything good. you had a bad feeling shane was about to say something either highly stupid or highly impulsive; more than likely something that was both of those things at the same time.

“y’know, I don’t really have a problem with you, daryl. I never have. but this” – shane gestured to merle, who was still standing with his arms extended and that wide smile on his face – “is a bit dangerous. when you came here, you didn’t tell us jack about you; we didn’t know who you were, where you came from, or who you knew. and I didn’t bother to ask.”

daryl hadn’t moved a single inch since shane began speaking, eyes still fixed on merle, but the discomfort was plain as day on his face, and you felt irritation begin to bubble hot beneath your skin. granted, daryl was a haughty, antisocial prick, but why was shane acting like he did something wrong?

“I mean, this is just–”

“what’s your point, shane?” you cut the man off, a bit rudely, turning a sharp-eyed glare to him past daryl’s chest. shane’s eyes widened fractionally as if he hadn’t expected you to interject yourself, yet again, into a matter that he was handling on his own.

“my point is that daryl put us all in danger.” shane pressed, lowly, with a hand wave towards merle and dark eyes glaring daggers into yours. “we don’t know him, and we don’t know his brother. for all we know, merle could have stormed into camp, gun blazing-”

“but he didn’t.” you rebuked impatiently. you crossed your arms over your chest and tilted your head subtly to the side. “and that’s a risk that comes with everyone in the camp. we don’t know anyone here, other than each other. and even so, you haven’t seen me in three years. I may as well be a stranger, too.”

“that’s different. you’re like a little sister to me.” shane rebutted, prompting an eye roll and hip jut from you. you wouldn’t consider shane a brother even if he’d spent every moment of your youth with you. you swallowed down that statement in favor of keeping yourself on track with the real issue at hand.

“my point still stands. nothing bad happened, so why don’t you just cool your jets and back off a bit?”

shane’s lips thinned into a line, dark eyes darting between you, daryl and merle a couple times before he heaved a great sigh.

“okay, fine, you’re right. nothing happened. but I’d still like to have a conversation with both of you, if that’s alright.” shane conceded, directing his final statement at the two brothers still locked in a stare down. daryl only gave the tiniest of nods to display that he’d even acknowledged shane’s statement, and, satisfied with the knowledge that tensions had been quelled, you turned on your heel to head back to the lake and check on the progress of the laundry.

unbeknownst to you, the event that had just transpired would turn out to be the catalyst to a soon-to-come tension between shane and yourself, as well as the act that had garnered you a modicum of respect and interest from the rude, attractive man that you were sure would never even notice you; and that little problem that you thought was becoming much too big was only going to grow larger, and very quickly.

chapter one

a/n: tbh I struggled a bit with this one. it is just a prologue, a means of setting up the deeper story, but I still wanted it to come out as good as possible, and I feel I didn’t quite articulate that. but before this finalized version, I went through at least three drafts before finding this one to be somewhat adequate. if you guys enjoyed this one nonetheless, please show it some love! if you’re looking forward to more updates, consider following or being added to the taglist!

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Evie is such a nice gal!! (🧢)

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Julie Joyful~ Evie actually doesn’t TOTALLY dislike Julie it’s just her being so…..joyful kinda sets Evie off internally, I don’t wanna spoiler any Evie lore but Julie is such a captivating and well intentioned person really makes her a polar opposite of Evie, kinda jealous but doesn’t know it, Evie just never saw good things when being kind so it’s more so of an “you earn my respect” thing with her, which is why Julie bewilders her. In terms of their overall dynamic, I imagine Julie invites Evie to join her in a lot of things regardless but Evie dismisses her, maybe ignores her at times when she’s REALLY not in the mood, later on though I imagine Evie warms up to Julie, still a bit tough though.

Sally Starlet~ I mean a star will always be a star! Evie admired that tenacity and creativity Sally has, someone like her captures the rooms attention in an instant and that potential has the ability to be a great leader in marketing! Evie is pretty chill with Sally, unless she comments on Evie and Howdys whole will they won’t they thing then Evie gets the urge to strangle to young theatre nerd.

Poppy Partridge~ Evie is really fond of the bird, really wants Poppy to go headstrong, Evie used to be timid and her now life long paranoia was a bit of a helper when it came to business, trust noone! Everybody is after you! Yeah Evie found comfort in those thoughts but Poppy is a whole different story, it makes their dynamic fun, Evie often comes to Poppy about certain things and Poppy listens, the two are comfortable in each others presence, Evie doesn’t register fear or paranoia because it’s what helped her get this far.

Eddie Dear~ Eddie reminds Evie a lot of her younger self, hard working with a smile on her face for others, that’s till she learned the hard truth about the corporate ladder, Evie finds the mailman charming, Evie actually going out of her way to connect with him, Eddie and Evie are pretty close, Evie insists on him unwinds and invites him to her house often, she wants to build him up! Eddie and Evie have seen a lot from each other and Evie is able to understand Eddie easily without and Eddie helps Evie be a little less antagonistic with the other neighbours and offers what information he can about them.

Wally Darling~ I dunno something about Wally’s demeanour and Home, really sets her off, kinda sees him as an eccentric artist because of the way him and home communicate, also Evie is really fast paced in the way she speaks and is like s radio host a lil bit, lots of personality in the way she composes herself, Wally is just a weird lil goober but honestly she just immediately hates everyone, except Eddie.

Howdy Pillar~ OHHHH THE WAY THIS MAN GETS ON HER NERVESSSS, she buys 2 oranges and the bug wants a SMILE?!!?! Hey buddy, ‘100 percent off’ isn’t a true sale if EVERYTHING IS FREE ANYWAYS, what’s the point of even owning a bodega? Oooo and the way he’s so nice to Evie, not even offended by her heavy criticism of his business? His infectious smile is constant, just waving her off and complimenting her, NO PRIDE WITHIN THIS MAN WHEN IT COMES TO HIS FAKE BUISNESS UGHHHHH Evie thinks about him constantly ranting to Eddie, not even registering the fact she might be interested in him, the woman marches up to his bodega almost everyday, a barrage of verbal attacks and he looks….delighted, just watching her speak and tear into him so eloquently, his look of endearment every time, in fact Howdy considers her diatribes a form of payment special for her, after ranting she’s just breathless and swipes her bag while stomping her heels away, his gaze lingering in her mind, she’ll break into him soon.

Barnaby B Beagle~ honestly he just reminds Evie of personality hires, his laid back and jokester personality just irritates her, it’s worst when he sees her whole thing with Howdy for himself, the jokes are endless. Also Barnaby reminds her of comedians and Evie doesn’t respect comedians.

Frank Frankly~ honestly their whole dynamic is like

“wow what a colourful patch of grass imagine the-

“-Mall that can be built on this plot.”

“Ecosystem-what.”

Then a 5 hour debate ensues, though Evie really enjoys the opposition, she loves to argue but also Frank and Evie end up offering each other fresh prospective which is cool, they don’t mess with each other like that though so but the rivalry is pretty entertaining.

[chimimon]

Melon

True to Timeline - Geto x f!Reader

Disclaimer! What you are about to read contains the following: angst, vulgar language, lack of communication, mentions of character death, not enough silly or fun times :(

& what I have to say is… SOMEONE BUY MYE A PLANE TICKET. TAKE ME BACK TO SUGINAMI! IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, TAKE ME BACK. And you. Yeah you, @iamthemain-character. Next time don’t call me a hoe when you request something, you goober.

A Japanese summer meant feeling suffocated in hot and humid rain. But the downpour was beyond weather, soaking into the rest of autumn, dampening December before stopping in February. The month felt bathed in change and grey skies. Each morning had been cold, but the nippy air let up today as you walked around town with Suguru Geto, who had been getting quieter every time you would see him; and it was getting harder to feel like you were a good distraction.

“Is it any good?” You two were comparing melon sodas outside a convince store.

He took a big gulp before lifting the glass to stare into the bottom of the bottle. “It’s okay,” Suguru said unsure of himself. “It's not as sugary which is nice.”

“Really?” You furrowed your brows as you pushed your bottle away to read the label better. “Can I try yours before you drink it all? Because this one tastes like green dye and a waste of yen.”

Suguru chuckled as you two traded glasses. Another big gulp and he scrunched his nose. “What the hell kinda melon is this?” He placed it on the ground between his feet. “Hand that one back to me before you finish it,” He reached out without looking. “Just one more sip before you, little lady.”

You swallowed most of it down before handing it over. You swirled the light green liquid around, “That’s one sip for you, sir.”

“There’s like nothing in here now.” Suguru rolled his eyes, flicking the glass before having the rest.

The wind was picking up, you pulled your coat up to cover your face before turning to him again. Suguru was staring at the street without looking at anything in particular.

“You don’t have to make time for me you know.”

You shifted to face him. “I know I don’t have to?”

“I mean, Melon sodas in February?" He made sure to keep it light with a chuckle. “Really?”

“You didn’t say anything about it when I bought them. Or when I asked if you wanted to try the melon flavor. Or before we entered the convenience store. Or you before we left the school. You know, the list goes on.” You teased.

Suguru took a deep breath in with a thin smile. “I’m just saying, you don’t-” His eyes dropped before he continued, “I can get them next time. The drinks.”

Everyone else might gloss over it, the short pauses in speech, or the lost look on his face when he’s deep in thought; but to you, it was like walking past a limping dog. You either deliberately ignored its stride or have never seen one.

You two left from the front of the convenience store, across the street, and toward the station. A salaryman sliced by, nearly smacking you with a dirty look. On instinct Suguru pulled you in before the man could bump into you while eyeing the biker back, muttering under his breath.

He looked too upset by it, making you uneasy. “Suguru,” you patted his chest. “Suguru it’s okay, I’m sure he just didn’t see me,” you reassured.

“Yeah, well I’m sure he saw you,” Suguru said annoyed. “I know he did.”

Dissuading him with optimism meant arguing, and arguing meant fighting, and fighting was the last thing you wanted to do with him before the second cross light turned green, so you just shrugged. It was tough to feel like you were doing anything to take his mind off August. All your time spent together felt like you were wasting his, like he had better things to do even if it were just to look lost in deep thought.

Last February was just as cold, walking down the same streets to be teenagers in between assignments. When warmer weather rolled around, you would stay out longer, to either train or hang out, but with him, it never felt anything short of fulfilling. It was trips to the aquarium, going into those face-construing photo booths, and buying silly things that reminded you two of each other. You were slowly giving him a collection of plant-pressed papers, always using the first page in a small stack to write something meaningless and keeping the second one for yourself. Sometimes you would include an outlandishly cartoony pen for him to use, and sometimes you would see him use it in lessons. For you, he would buy coin pouches and card holders for the station. You had six-coin purses and three pass holders by July of last year and alternated between them, making sure he knew when you switched them up.

The coin purse you were using right now was made to look like a brown baby penguin, but Suguru picked it thinking it was a Kiwi bird. The pass holder he included was supposed to match with sliced kiwis and stars printed on the corners. Today you made no show of using it as you quickly smacked the card onto the reader. And if he noticed, he did not make it known.

In March you wandered around a street market alone, picking up fresh fruit to take back to your room. On the corner was an older woman tearing tan paper bags while a man around the same age was pressing clovers into the corner of each sheet. They were a friendly couple that seemed excited to have someone so young interested in buying pressed papers, so much so that they offered you to take some sheets with Sakura imbedded. The petals perfumed the soft, textured surface and you felt like you needed to save it for something special.

You saw Suguru three times that month, and he saw you once.

In April, you caught him outside the showers and at the time could not bring yourself to give him the clover-pressed sheets. It felt wrong but you let him wander out of view until the following week when the smell of cigarette smoke drew you to some double doors at the end of a hall. You crossed your fingers in hope that it was who you thought it was, and that they were with Suguru.

“Sup,” Shoko blew a puff of smoke away from you. “You look down, am I not who you were looking for?” She smiled at you.

“I just had something for him.”

You held onto the fabric-clothed gift, and she smiled at it. “What’s on it this time?”

“Clovers.”

Shoko leaned onto the bar of the balcony. “I’ll be honest. I haven’t seen him or Gojo around lately.” She said with half a smile now. “Do you think they know we’re looking for them?” She let out with a sharp chuckle.

You just stood there, letting that question hit you before swallowing the lump she pushed up your throat. “Is he on an assignment?”

She shook her head. “Not that I know of.”

You thanked her and left to hopefully find him. It was when you gave up looking, finally heading back to your room that you caught sight of him. He was looking in a mirror and was studying himself. Suguru was still and so were you.

Just move.

He caught sight of you in his reflection, turning to look before waving you over. Suguru smiled and he looked exhausted.

“Is that lunch?” He tilted his chin to your hands.

“No food here.” You smiled back. “But we can grab something if you’d like.”

Suguru took the gift that you now pushed out to him, feigning bashfulness as you scratched the back of your leg with your foot. “You are never going to believe what’s in there.”

“A liter of melon soda?” He said with the same feigned embarrassment.

It made you laugh but butterflies swarmed your stomach as he removed the blue cloth revealing papers held together by a white string. Suguru smiled at the clovers and rubbed his thumb over the sheets. “Just a little luck,” he thoughtfully read. “To your favorite peer?” He pretended to be hurt by it.

“Yes, my favorite peer.” You wiggled your fingers in the air. “Which is you, if you don’t already get that.” You tilted your head. “So does my favorite peer want food? Or…?”

“Not if you keep calling me your favorite peer.”

“Yes sir, Suguru-Sama.” You lazily saluted him as you two headed off.

The room was so compact that if you scooted back after sitting down, your chair would hit the wall as the most delightful scent of greasy fried food to fill the air. An older man stood at the center of it all, taking orders from a table wrapped around the kitchen which in turn was wrapped with customers. Suguru ordered chicken katsu with a runny egg over rice and you ordered the same. Then another man from the center poured you both the most refreshingly watered-down cups of tea.

“Oh,” you set your cup down. “Did I tell you Shoko was looking for you?”

Suguru didn’t even flinch, pretending not to hear you as he took another sip.

“And that I found 8,000-yen strawberries a couple weeks ago?” you rolled your eyes.

Suguru snorted and turned to you. “You didn’t buy them, did you?”

“And what if I did?” You said smugly

He pinched the bridge of his nose before looking away. “I’d have to keep you from shopping on your own then.”

Two bowls were set in front of you. And all you could think about was his ignorance of Shoko.

“Not like you’re any real help when I shop.” You split apart your chopsticks, “I don’t think you could stop me from buying the next 15,000-yen watermelon I see.”

“It’s not in season yet, is it? Wait, don’t tell me.” Suguru leaned on the table toward you. “It was square, huh.” He hummed.

“Yeah, and I was told it had magical powers.” You took a big bite of the sweet and savory chicken.

Suguru shook his head, and the banter continued like this for the rest of the night. The scene felt nostalgic, the air, his laugh, like you he was back to normal and thought almost wiped away his careful ignorance of Shoko.

Almost.

May brought quick phone calls and another coin purse. It was a fluffy bear with a bell on the zipper and inside was 8,000 yen and a sticky note.

Use this for something other than strawberries.

Suginami in late June held the busy grocery store scene just five minutes away from the station and some of the sweetest peaches you had ever tasted. Suguru had joined and was pulling you away from some outrageously priced pack of cherries. You were clearly messing with him, but he was playing along, tugging you by your bag, blocking your view, and nearly snatching your hand when aiming to grab you by your sleeve. Afterwards, you both parted ways because Shoko wanted to see you and it made you wonder what Suguru would think if you told him that.

You found Shoko texting on top of her medical guide seated at a park table. “So, how was the market?”

“Good,” you said thoughtfully.

“Did you go with anyone?” She teased.

“I thought I told you about it already.”

“Hmm,” Shoko closed her book and set her phone on the cover. “Suguru seemed excited about seeing you.”

You smiled at her book and brought your leg up to cross. “He seemed better.” You spoke. “But I can’t always tell.”

“Well, I caught him smiling as he left.” She said bored.

The smile on your face deepened. “Do you think he’s getting better?”

Shoko sighed. “I was trusting you to tell me.” She leaned onto her book. “I’ve been counting on you, you know.”

“Has Gojo said anything?” You said after some silence.

Shoko shook her head and said that if Suguru seemed busy, then Gojo actually was. “But he at least says hi when he sees me.”

You nodded decidedly to talk about something else. Normally those two felt like elephants that sat in the back of your conversations with Shoko. Their presence, or lack there of become more apparent as time went on, but if you ignored them for long enough it would eventually feel like sitting under some summer shade. That would normally work but Shoko felt playful and suggested something you had not thought about since last July.

“Shoko, that’s not funny” you hit her shoulder. “We are just hanging out.”

She was tossing around a pack of cigarettes like she was about toss in another to juggle. “I wouldn't tattle if you were going to call it a date. I don’t think he would mind.”

You leaned back, tilting your head toward you shoulder as you raised a brow at her. “Sure, you wouldn’t…”

“But I did ask him to make sure you left before buying any more fruit.”

“Is this about the strawberries? He told you about that? I didn't buy those strawberries,” you groaned playfully. “I’m not that dumb.”

“Well, you’re dumb enough not to tell when someone seems to like you.”

“Seems.” You emphasized. “I’ve been too busy trying to get him to talk to me some more before can I try to get him to like me back.”

“But he already does.”

“But he literally does not.” You stated back. “Don’t get my hopes up when I’ve already brought ‘em down.” You feigned chest pain.

Shoko chuckled before finally lighting the cigarette she was playing with. “I meant he was already talking to you, genius.” She lied with a smile.

It was dark before you both walked to your rooms, and seated outside your door in the dim hallway was a folded piece of clover-pressed paper.

Good luck back to you,

Your favorite peer.

The letter was now tucked into the top right corner of your mirror. You stared at it and then at yourself. It felt nice to have proof that he was thinking of you again because seven-coin purses apparently meant nothing compared to one handwritten note.

The Sakura papers would stare at you some nights and when they did you would pull them out to breathe in the scent of their petals before promptly tucking them away. They had to be used; you would remind yourself. Paper not used was paper wasted, but the words you hoped to jot down were typed repeatedly in your note app, then on a documents site in class, before being edited manically only for the whole draft to be cut. There was nothing you could say that seemed right for Suguru.

Everything felt too honest and raw before it watered down to something that didn’t sound like you. Creating drafts with Suguru in mind made thinking or writing impossible, like no combination of words were good enough for you to take out of the draft. Not if they were words that would be handed to Suguru.

You took out sheets of paper you occasionally stole from his gifts, setting the Sakura sheets aside off your desk. The sentiment and nostalgia that sprung from each page were nauseating, and pulling out a pen enhanced the feeling; but tonight, you were going to write for yourself. You were going to recount your favorite memories, thoughts, and anything you cherished in case you could no longer distract or entertain him the way Suguru needed, in case he would vanish, and this was all you could keep for yourself.

At a time that was too late to be night but too early to be morning, you pulled out a sheet of Sakura paper to ask if he would like to go to a festival. The oceanic hour took swept you away as you drifted from your room to tie up dock on a bench, settling to watch the sun peak over the hill with the note in your hand pinched between a finger and thumb. Leaning your head back against the wall, you could hear someone walk in front of you before sitting beside you.

“It’s kind of early for you, isn’t it?” Suguru’s voice melted into your ears. “Since when do you get to be mysterious, sitting out here on your own?”

With your head still against the wall you watched him in the corner of your eye. “Since today, I guess.” you warmly smiled at the ceiling.

Suguru raised his brow, leaning his head back as well. You closed your eyes, and all at once the sleep snuck up your neck, out of your mouth through a yawn, and onto leaden eyelids. Before you knew it you had dozed off. He watched your whole-body melt, your head tilting as your grasp loosened, your note to him nearly falling out of your hand. Suguru caught it from your weak hold as you fell onto him.

All your notes tended to be short and sweet, but even with just ten words this seemed like a formal and intimate invitation.

“Alright,” he grinned. “I can go to a festival” Suguru whispered as you slept against his shoulder, resting his head atop yours as he watched the sun stretch into the sky.

When you woke up half an hour later, he was still leaned against you. At first, you were going to savor this moment until you noticed your note slipping out of his hand. Like cold water to the face, you were completely awake and now trying to see if he was too.

“Suguru,” you whispered.

He didn’t flinch.

“I’m just gonna...” You carefully leaned over to try and snatch your note back. “Come on,” you softly pleaded.

Suguru saw your hand enter his blurry, closing line of vision and handed it back to you as he slowly got up. “Sorry.”

“About?” Your stomach flipped.

“About leaning on you.” Suguru stretched. “But I'm good to go. You know… if that is for me.” He smirked to your hand.

Warmth covered your ears as you sheepishly smiled. “Duh.” you laughed.

“Just a quick heads up though,” Suguru had turned to leave but looked at you from over his shoulder. “I probably won’t see you till then.”

You nodded slowly as the returning languor kept you from asking why.

Suguru did not lie when he said you wouldn't see him till, but finally the last Saturday of July finally rolled around and the morning of made you nauseated. There was something about seeing him today that made you anxious, but you had to remind yourself that you would not have to face Suguru until midafternoon and that should be enough time to get over any old butterflies.

In the early afternoon, you asked Shoko if it would be too much to put on a yukata, to which she said no before teasing you the whole time you were getting ready. Eventually, you chickened out of the yukata and put on something you felt comfortable moving around in, all while still being dressed up.

Around three, you waited at the entrance. After ten minutes you texted to ask where he was, and after twenty Suguru said he was on his way. At four you were wandering around the stalls, hoping he would arrive soon to play games. At five you threw pins at balloons for a coin pouch to give to him ironically, it was a close game, but you did not win anything.

Finally, late in the afternoon as the sun was going down, someone with a basket gave you a firework-themed fan, a sheet of paper with the next festival date printed on it and a smile before you could find somewhere to sit in the grass. As the fireworks started you found yourself eating custard-filled mochi on your own as the crowd of people watched in awe. After eating Suguru’s piece of mochi, you began to seethe.

Two hands cupped your shoulders, momentarily snapping you out of the smoke. You looked up and behind to see Suguru with an unconvincing smile on his face. “Hey.”

A loud crash echoed in the sky.

“Hello,” you tried to hold up a smile as the fire returned and the smoke made it hard to breathe.

“I'm really sorry I-” he dropped the act, backing up to sit down beside you. “Time seemed to move faster than I do.”

Your chest sunk while re-plastering your smile. It took a lot to bite your tongue. “All good.” With your hands beside your face, you wiggled your fingers as him as gingerly as you could.

Suguru nodded, seating himself beside you before facing the firework show. Each burst of color was drumming as your emotions wedged their way in between you and him.

All morning you were excitedly anxious about some stupid outfit, at a stupid festival that would not have been so bad if you just invited Shoko like you thought you should. The whole afternoon you felt self conscious. Could other people tell you were just waiting around? That you were relieved to have not put on a yukata? That the second piece of mochi you bought was for someone who wouldn’t be there to eat it before it could go to waste in the heat? Could everyone sense how stupid you felt the one time you expected something from him?

Geto didn’t even look happy to be there. He wasn’t smiling at the sky, he could barely smile at you and he didn’t give any reason for why he just showed up. Suguru just got to appear out of thin air and disappear if you would let him.

As the day played over again, you began to move into how you spent the previous months with him. There were so many other things you could have spent your time doing or putting your effort into. Despite all that, you knew the person you were last November would have been ecstatic to hear that you were watching fireworks with him the next July. Unfortunately, the person you are now feels like everything is too bright, hot, sticky, and hard to sit through.

Why couldn’t you just be grateful? Why was it so hard to convince yourself to be tonight? The answer that came to mind was that you got selfish, followed with the thought that so did he.

Apparently, Suguru had been talking to you for quite some time and only noticed you were not listening when he decided to turn and face you. He was in the middle asking if you caught the small shower of light when you ignorantly interrupted him.

“Does this even mean anything to you?”

“What?” He said unable to hear you over the perfectly timed roar of the crowd.

All you could do was stare while patiently waiting for their cheers to die down. “I said,” your lip trembled. “Does this mean anything to you?”

Suguru’s eyes grew wide as he watched every breath you take looked laborious. “I’ve been looking forward to this since you asked.” He said like you knew.

“That’s not my question.” You snapped. “I’m asking if this means anything to you. Does it, or does it not, Suguru?”

His stare sharpened. “It means everything to me.”

The total days in between every text you sent to him and received were compared to the minutes spent on any given phone call with him. Then the stark difference between those two began to dance around your train of thought, bringing you from angry to confused.

“If that’s true,” his stare felt like it was cutting through your neck. “If that’s true, Geto, then I couldn’t tell.” the last few words fluttered in the space between you two leaving Suguru was speechless as he now seemed to always be.

“Why can’t you help me see that?” you got up onto your feet, towering over him, and staring down at his hopeless gaze. “Why can’t you make me believe that you care, or that it matters when I call? I mean-” You paused, trying to pull yourself out of your head, and into his shoes. “I try to imagine the thing that eats at you, and because I can’t I feel- I don’t know.” You were pleading with yourself to get it together as every word tripped over each other. “I just want to know. I wish I could do something, but I cannot when I don’t know. All I want is for you to talk to me.” Trying to catch your breath and stop yourself from crying was becoming an impossible task. “If you’re not going to talk to me, or be honest when you do, can at least be here on time?”

“I thought it was obvious that I like getting to see you?” He said clearly hurt, ripping the latches of grass beside him as he nervously picked at the ground. “I didn’t mean to be late, I don’t ever mean to be. I don’t get up thinking ‘I can’t wait to keep the only person who cares to talk to me waiting!’- I don’t mean to miss your calls, it’s just- I just don’t see them. Like, did you forget that we're supposed to be sorcerers?” Suguru soured at that last word. “I don’t even think I’ve had time for myself, let alone time for you.”

“If you have believed that I am the only one who has cared this whole time, then shouldn’t you also believe that I have deserved your honesty?” you muttered inaudibly.

Suguru was quiet, lifting his head to watch people walking back to wherever they came from across the grass before resting his hands on his knees. He had no intention of speaking until a tear rolled off your lashes and onto the back of his hand. The sudden drizzle from smoky skies brought his attention back to you, joining to stand as you backed away.

“Do you know how hard it is to be near all of these people?” He called out.

Your eyes widened. “All these people?”

Suguru tilted his head back with a raised arm, suggesting you look around at the people passing by. All of them seemed to be staring.

“Even now, just- all these Neanderthals. Not even one of these people knows how to be grateful for the things we give up. For time we have to give up, or for the stress we put ourselves through pushing the limits these fucking animals. These worthless monkeys.” His tone was bitter again, and it looked like would snap at any moment. “I mean why give someone something when they can’t even ask for it? When they can’t even see what we are giving them? Why do we give our time with people we don’t care about?”

Everything was blurry as more tears spilled down your face. Suguru couldn’t look at you and had turned away to ask more rhetorical questions.

“Geto!” You let out with your fists balled at your side.

“Is it not Suguru to you?” He hissed.

“Out of all the times you...” you stopped yourself, drawing in deep breaths. “Suguru,” you started over with a calm tone and shaky breath. “I’m sorry for dragging you out here.”

Geto was just staring, and you were uncertain if anything were reaching him, or if anything would for as long as those people were around.

You motioned for him to come back, flashing your train pass with a pathetic smile. “Let’s go back before it’s too late.”

Suguru nodded before approaching you.

Despite everything that was said, Suguru wordlessly asked you to get close as he opened his arm to drape onto your shoulder, allowing you to hide the residue of emotion that stained your face. You leaned in, blindly following his lead. On the train ride home, he held onto the metal handrail above your head, leaning in to stare at your knees as you sat in front of him. Neither one of you tried talking, and any flame of emotion died in your lap as you two left on your station.

After arriving outside the dorms, you both stopped beside the bench. Suguru kept his distance as you tried to recognize yourself in the reflection the glass panels in the double doors. Apathy filled your chest as something tried to bubble out. You noticed Suguru inched closer as you focus moved from your reflection to his as he kept his. He had been watching your eyes.

“I love you so fucking much, Suguru.” You placed your hand on the handle, squeezing it tight. “You have to have known that, right?”

Before you lost his reflection, Suguru looked petrified as you pushed the doors open, coolly walking down the hallway before hearing they shut behind you and hoped that once you got to your room, Shoko wouldn’t be waiting.

She wasn’t.

Suguru tried to call twice since then, and you watched it go to voicemail both times.

In August you wrote a love letter worded as an apology and waited for the right time. Shoko read it and said nothing. Not about Suguru, not about Gojo, or the letter.

There was no excuse for avoiding him. best excuse for waiting, or at least what you told yourself was that the embarrassment of a heartless confession was too much to bear in Suguru’s presence. That was barely good enough for you because the feeling only grew as the days trudged on, until it became unbearable for you to go to class, and Gojo had found you on the rooftop.

“There she is,” He cheekily shrugged a shoulder.

“And there it is.” you frowned. “Does God’s favorite seek company up here in the heavens?” You lay with your back on the floor and your legs on the wall. “Does God’s favorite finally miss me?”

Gojo laughed before scooting beside you with his legs in the air. “Perhaps, perhaps.” he smiled at both your feet to the sky. “God asked me to check on you, since you’re like his third favorite or whatever.” He put a hand on his chest prophetically.

“Oh?” You noticed the distance at which his feet reached the sky more than yours did, and you wondered if Suguru’s were equally as long as Gojo’s.

“Yeah. You know, with you being gone an all, I thought ‘Damn. She’s really sick!’ But then I thought about it some more.” He looked over as you and grinned. “Since when does Shoko take notes?”

“Oh,” you looked up and over to him. “Since now I guess.”

“Don’t be coy,” He flirty prodded. “Someone feels bad for having a little fight at every Shoujo manga’s favorite kissing spot.”

You leaned toward him and scrunched your nose, “Knock it off or I jump off, big man.”

Gojo laughed as you pushed against the wall with your legs, sitting back and standing up. “Why are actually here, Satoru?”

“Is missing you not enough?” He pouted.

“Well,” you put a thoughtful finger to your chin. “I guess I should feel honored.” You crouched down, blocking the sun from his eyes. “I mean, how often do I get to see the Gojo Satoru these days?” You meanly joked.

Gojo dramatically sighed as he copied your maneuver to get up. “I could say the same, angel face. You’ve been quite the rare sight to everyone but Shoko.”

With a deep breath in, you sighed a little louder than you should have, leaning down to pick up your bag and sling it over your shoulder. You were going to walk past him but Gojo started moving side to side, blocking the straight path toward the stairwell doors.

“Hey, I just caught you, pal.” He said with an eyeless smile. “You’re not slipping away that easily.”

“Satoru.” You said in a short breath. “Come on, man.”

Gojo hummed thoughtfully, studying you.

“I heard you wrote a letter.”

You blinked rapidly. “Yeah?”

“Well?”

“Well… well what?”

Gojo let out a short chuckled before shaking his head. “Ah, forget it.”

“What about my letter?” The small irritation bled into his ears.

He was quiet and waiting.

“I write a lot of letters, Gojo.” Which was not the point, but Shoko was gonna get an earful if you could help it. “Is there one that sticks out in particular? Are you asking something of me?”

“Not particularly,” he slowly blinked. “Nothing you don’t want to do.”

You studied him back with folded arms. “Is there something that you don’t want to do?”

“It’s not that I don’t want it’s. It’s that I can’t.”

“Is that because we’re sorcerers?”

Gojo was not completely sure where this was going, and you caught that in his brows. Something in the air changed as you were thinking about the fireworks again. About those animals.

“Or is it because you’re the strongest one?” You taunted light heartedly.

“I think you’re on the nail with that one.” His usual shit eating grin returned, and you wistfully sighed.

Has Gojo ever stopped to look at him? Was he pretending that he didn’t need to?

“Okay.” You threw your hands up in uncomfortable surrender. “Gojo Satoru, I will make an effort to make up Suguru Geto and come back with a full report on said encounter.” You said sarcastically, hoping he would finally let you through. “But don’t be disappointed if nothing comes out of it, captain.” You mockingly laughed.

“I’m counting on you.” Gojo’s sentimental tone made you sick to your stomach as you floated down the stairs before the door could shut.

I’m counting on you.

That hung in the air until September. You thought about it but decided against giving him the letter. Instead, you used a thin black ribbon to keep all the memory recorded flower-pressed papers together inside a bento bandana. You felt confident until you had to get the ball rolling. The mere thought of texting him was full of manic nervous energy, and instead of asking to see him, you asked when his next assignment was. After ten minutes he gave you a time a time, saying he’d be out tonight, and should be back then too.

You called Gojo to hold onto your present for Suguru. But little did you know, Suguru Geto waited for you on a bench before leaving to a small rural village.

He would not receive all his stolen paper as he had never return to the school.

At some point, Shoko saw him in Shinjuku and afterward told you about his plans to change the world of sorcery. At some other point Gojo had spoken to him, and anyone could see that the interaction weighed heavily on him for days.

Three years later, you completely understood what he was saying about the crowd. That for as long as they existed, will continue to exist, and blindly weave their own webs, your time together had been, and would always be borrowed from them. It would have to found in-between saving the audience from themselves. Untangling an inevitability spun web.

If only, then it had clicked a day sooner.

Ten years after you last spoke, Suguru Geto had been put down before December ended. The following another year, through a taxi’s rearview mirror, you saw someone wearing his skin outside a convenience store that sold those dye-flavored melon sodas.

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heyy so nice to see a new author in the mtl tag ♡ ～('▽^人)

how good are the boys at dancing? from best to worst

would they agree to dance with their s/o? when and where?

(I'd love if you added charles too if that isn't too many people heh)

Hi I love asks like these!!! I’m happy to be in the mtl tag! I haven’t felt so compelled to write since undertale (that’s a LONG TIME!!!)

Oh guys you better hold onto your pants because I have a fucking tierlist for all the characters coming up!

Anyways onto the dancing!

If you’re looking for a nice night on the town, you better ask Pickles or Charles! Not only do they know the best spots in town (though drastically different for the both of them) they will absolutely show you off! Pickles I feel like would love to dance in general, it’s the liquid courage in his veins. Someone should have taken him to prom, this man can boogie down in a rusty club. He likes to go with the flow and if that’s the kind of night you’re looking for then have a few drinks with pickles!

However if you want a more put together date, then Charles is your man. Fancy rides, expensive dinners, futuristic clubs. He’s watching your every move as you dance, he could make your silhouette out in a crowd instantly. Watch him if he drinks with you, he will get silly. If you like secretly perverted dorks, then take Charles dancing. That man knows how to move.

Skwisgaar would take some major convincing. But when you finally convinced him to take you dancing you didn’t expect what him to be so sensual. Who are you kidding of course you did, but that didn’t stop the shivers from running down your spine anytime he touched you…his hands smoothly covering your hips just so he could hook his thumbs into your belt loops and pull you right where he wanted you… he looked at you like you were the only one on the dance floor, something unspoken behind his eyes—

What was I talking about again-? it would most likely be a while before you could convince him to go out like that again-

Those other goobers are not grooving! 👎👎👎👎

Nathan poor fella can’t carry a rhythm to save his life. The most he could do for you was a slow dance in his room, even then he’d be a little hesitant. Mushy love songs definitely were not brutal. But you liked them…he could pretend for a few minutes just to see you smile.

Toki the lad tries, but I imagine he looks like the freestyle dance teacher! ʰᵉˢ ᶜʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵉᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ YOUR ˢʰᵒᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ/ᵒʳ ᵗᵒᵉˢ.

The two of you were just fine singing the songs to your hearts content instead!

Murderface straight up refuses. He knows he can’t dance and can’t stand to make a fool of himself around you. The most you’ve ever gotten was a head bop or a foot tap…if you were lucky BOTH!! It’s a shame he’s so stubborn, he’s definitely caught you in the act of dancing around when you thought you were alone, but you looked great when you did it!

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Happy Monday Fandom :) This episode is all kinds of cute. I love it so much. We get to see the depth of what Lucy would do for Tim. After he just showed up what he’d do for her in 5x12. It’s so good. Let us get started.

5x13 Daddy Cop

We start with Lucy in roll call. I would like to point out Lucy picking a spot in the back of the room. She’s never once done that before. Doing it so she can check in on her husband. Lucy is somewhat subtle about it. But she can’t help but check on him. Knowing the bullet he took for them. She literally can’t help but look back on her man. Such lingering glances too. *heart clutch.* You can see in the second one he’s looking back at her too. How can these two kill me so much with such subtle glances? Damnit I love them so much.

Lucy could not be cuter running up to see Tim before her shift. Physically turning his chair around. He couldn’t be happier to see her. First time we’ve seen him light up today. You guys are so loud and I love it. Little work flirt before her shift. Lucy saying looks like he has a lot to uh....Liaise LOL Tim straight lying to his person like he thinks he can get away with that nonsense. Lucy replying she thought they would never lie to each other.

Tim shooting back 'That was a lie.' Lmao I’m dying their banter on point as usual. The sassy face she gives him. Be more married you two please. Love these idiots in love. Lucy can’t stand it and says he’s miserable. Tim with a very unconvincing ‘No…’ Lucy isn’t buying what you’re selling....Babe your girlfriend sees right through you. Always has. She has the book of Tim locked away in her head.

Tim trying to convince her it’s not that bad. 'Nice people…Low stress….'The more you speak the more she knows you’re dying Tim. A subtle cry for help. Or not so subtle really lol He doesn’t regret doing this for her at all. But she can’t stand him doing this when he’s so clearly miserable. Lucy knows this man. He will suffer in silence if it makes her happy and they get to be together. A decision I know he would make again. Because she is his person also as we saw last ep his blindspot. So he would do anything even at his own detriment.

Her big friggin dork of a man giving her a thumbs up and telling her to 'Be safe out there.' LMAO I love this man so much. Dork Tim has been activated. She loves this goober in front of her nonetheless. Lucy’s cute head tilt knowing he’s putting on an act for her. Then he lights up like a Christmas tree saying he’ll see her at the end of shift. He can’t wait because he has someone to go home to now and I love this.

The most genuine he is the entire scene. Knowing he will get to see her end of shift. The best part of his day will be seeing her and I love that. It’s written all over his beautiful face. Lucy however isn’t smiling as she walks away. Knowing this job is making him miserable and she can’t stand it. His intentions being the best and purest. But also knowing she needs to fix this for him somehow. She just doesn’t know how just yet…

Lucy sees Metro piling in and immediately thinks of her man. How well he would do there. How good he would fit in. I just adore her conferring with Harper one this. Also her spending the entire episode trying to find him a better position. Earlier in the episode they had a convo about a 5 player trade. Trying to create an opening so one could open up for Tim.

Metro has now become a potential option for Tim. She wants to start her trade. Harper warns her this could come with consequences. For her and Tim. To Lucy that’s worth it though. Tim blocked her making a sacrifice in 5x12. He is WORTH the risk of her ruffling some feathers to get him a better position. Never be over them consistently doing whatever for each other. Makes my soul happy.

So much to love about this next scene. I adore Lucy seizing the opportunity to solve Tim’s job problem with the group. They’re all gonna be at Nolan’s anyways... Might as well be one giant brain to save her man from his desk job. Super brains assemble and you know Nolan lol Their sticky note game is strong as they try to figure out an opening. Just as they crack it Tim shows up at the door.

John says his name loudly so they all hear him. Which causes them all to scramble to disassemble their brain storm session. So funny to watch them get the post it’s down as fast as they can. Then trying to get back to their seats as John does horribly at stalling Tim. I mean it's so horrible and awkward. Tim's face when Nolan is speaking is too funny. Wondering if he made a mistake in coming over here... LOL

I love him pointing out Lucy’s car and no one else’s. Could care less there are other cars out there. He points out his girl's car only and asks about it. This makes me giddy on so many levels. The minute he enters the room they could not be more obvious. The looks say everything. Also all these scenes just hit differently knowing they’re together. Makes me so happy. Look at Lucy above she couldn't be more obvious if she tried. You're a UC Lucy you can do better LMAO Being under pressure is the name of the name and you fall like a cheap house of cards here haha. It's too cute though especially with her little eyebrow pump.

Let’s not gloss over how delicious Tim looks in this scene. I always love me some street clothes Tim. But hot damn that tight t-shirt and those jeans. His hands in his pockets showing off those biceps.*fans self* Angela’s face when he talks to Lucy I’m dying. If she didn't know at this point she sure did now. Look at her in that first gif. So telling it's hysterical. Tim sensing something is off but he isn't sure why. Like did you think your man wouldn’t notice this?

So he zero's in on his girl and asks if she's ok? Not anyone else in the room just her. I LOVE how softly he asks if she’s ok? Looking right at her. Tim lights up when he speaks to her. Which gives me all the feels. His Lucy demeanor on full display in this scene. Seriously be more obvious you two. Lucy looking smug as hell and trying to keep it under wraps. Angela continues to crack me up with her expressions. Angela Lopez you are a treasure.

Lucy comes to Smitty he is the final piece in this 5 player trade of hers. They figured out how to get it done but he is sadly an essential piece. Lucy goes into this scene prepped and ready to go because well it's Lucy. This scene is hilarious because Smitty already knows the plan if Fuji retires. Flooring Lucy completely. I commend Melissa and her facial expression here it’s so funny. She gets Smitty to agree to help her in getting his friend to retire. He wants a favor though. Lucy immediately says 'Nothing weird.' LMFAO. Oh the things we do for love.

Tim eagerly comes to find Lucy end of shift. He’s so excited he’s going to come out of his skin. He heard about Lauren Fuji retiring. He's so excited as he explains this all to her. Look at that man. Bursting with joy to share this news with her. I love the pre-excitement on her face as he speaks. Saying she doesn't know how he keeps its all straight. Well played Lucy hehe

I adore him running to his person the moment he has news for her. Lucy is his safe place. One he goes to for all things good and bad. What I love most about this is Tim allowing himself to be this excited and keyed up around her. The man is glowing most of this conversation. Not holding back one emotion from her. Being as genuine as we’ve ever seen him. It does my heart good to watch him thrive in this relationship with her.

I’ll probably say this multiple times in this season. But this is what it looks like to be truly and unconditionally loved. The background this man came from, the relationships he had before her. It's hard to express emotions when they're always suppressed like his have been in the past. It's a joy to watch him like this. He's never experienced what he's had with her before. We’re watching this new Tim come out and it glorious to watch unfold. To see what it looks like when he properly loved on. To be put first and built up.

We watch as Tim tells her his tale. Explaining what all this means. Getting more excited by the minute. The way he leans into her as he tells her everything. Lucy pretending she doesn't know any of this. Playing dumb about it all and damn well at that. He has no idea. Lucy acting like this is all "new" to her. Tim getting all amped up letting her know there's an opening in Metro now. Well that there was.... Alluding to his reply down below.

What is getting her all smiley and excited is his excitement in this moment. It’s infectious and she is beaming with happiness for him. Knowing all the effort she put in was so worth it to get this reaction. She knew he would be a good fit and this proved it. He is BEAMING with excitement when he tells her he got the Metro Job. No one else he would rather share this with. This whole relationship is such a good look on him it’s insane.

Lucy's affectionate hit is everything. He loves it and is it's only adding to his already insane amount of excitement. All his other work achievements she had to regulate herself. Now she can fully be herself and be excited for him. Hence this cute reaction of hers. Loud and proud wifey right here. She is so damn excited and proud of him. No one has been a bigger cheerleader for this man than her. it’s only amplified now that they’re together.

Tim tells her he got a rock star review from Grey. Then we get some massive heart eyes from Lucy. Look at her above. If you wanted to see what being in love look it's her expression. What I love about this is Lucy getting to tell him he’s amazing. To his face. For years she’s told everyone around her about this amazing man. Gushed about him. This is the first we get to see her say it to his face. For him to hear her say it. Not only that but to hear it with so much love, pride, and affection in her voice. Love in her eyes for him. *squee* Building him up once again in a way only Lucy can. This is so precious I cannot.

Tim is feeding off her positivity and love. That nose crinkle might be the death of me. He’s SOOO amped and being this excited in front of his girl has me feeling things. He is so bright and happy it’s making me a puddle of giddy goo. Lucy brought this man back to life in so many ways. She is bringing out this new side of him and I’m so here for it. I’m so giddy for him and Lucy is feeding off it as well. I continually ask. Have we ever seen this man this excited? This happy?

We can thank that beautiful powerhouse standing in front of him. All he wants to do now is go out and celebrate with his girl. Which is massive growth btw. He’s not one to be excited outwardly about promotions or awards. But this is post-in love with Lucy Tim Bradford. He is bouncing off the walls he’s so excited. He gets to have his cake and eat it too. See his person every day and have a new exciting position. Love this first thought being he wants to celebrate with her. This man has changed and grown so much. It's glorious to behold. Truly.

Lucy wants to go out and celebrate with him so badly. If it was up to her they would leave that station right now and do that. Sadly her favor still needs to be cashed in…I love his little puppy face when she says she can't. He wasn't expecting to be spending tonight without her and it shows. All over his handsome face. You can see it's killing her to say no to him right now. But sadly Smitty and his favor can not wait. Even if she doesn't know what the hell it is yet LOL

I adore him immediately asking if she needs any help? I love this man so very much. Such a soft puppy for her. Only ever see him like this with her. He is thinking they may going out but least he can be with and help her with whatever this favor is. Ever the sweet supportive boyfriend and I love it sfm. Man really would do whatever for that woman in front of him. They could watch paint dry and Tim would be in cause he would be with her. Lucy tells him it’s something she has to do solo.

Lucy follows up she wants to celebrate him tomorrow. I love her saying celebrate 'You.' Not his job but to celebrate YOU. Look at this man above as she says this. He is legit basking in her praise, excitement, and love right now. What I really love is as she continues to congratulate him he leans closer to her. Looks like he wants to kiss her. Once again forgetting they’re in the bullpen. Their magnetic pull activating in the final moments of this scene.

Lucy saying her line above with so much love and affection. Her words having an effect on him. It shows in this next mini moment. We can see him grab her hands and pull her towards him gently in that second gif. The amount of squeeing I'm doing. Tim friggin Bradford grabbing for her girl. Pulling her closer at work out of instinct. In the bullpen of all places. Not caring they are in public. He is high off her excitement and this new job. Looks like he just wants to kiss her in this moment. Pick her up and spin her around he’s so happy.

She has to break the spell sadly. Remembering they are at work and she has to go do her favor.. but not before telling him 'Good job!' Look at this man's face as she departs. That’s a ‘I’m going to marry that woman someday.’ face. He is glowing with love and it makes me so happy to see him loved right. He is a different man since they got together. He is exuding so much love for her and pure joy. Just looking and being happier in general since 5x10.

Gah Eric killing me softly good sir. Happiness looks SOOO good on you my love. He’s earned every ounce of what he’s getting from Lucy. Just love this character so much. To finally see him be treated right getting me all in my feels. Best girlfriend ever and he has no idea what’s she done for him. She didn’t want credit. She just wanted him to be happy at work. Once again putting that beautiful man first.

I saw someone posted watching this scene was like ship crack cocaine lmao it’s so accurate I can’t haha. I’m getting high off their happiness in this scene. Tim is bouncing off the walls and Lucy is absorbing it all. The only payment she needed was knowing he was happy. Ugh they’re so cute I love it sfm. I’m so gone for these two. I haven’t loved a ship like this in a long time. I knew when I started this show they were going to be something special. Proven me right so many times over. This season truly is a gift.

We see what the favor is. Smitty wants her to deep clean his RV. Says he hasn’t in years. Telling Lucy since the Bush administration. Lucy’s eyes bulge out. Asking 'Which Bush?' LMFAO. She finds out she’s doing it solo. We then get this great shot of her in a hazmat suit. Chemicals and cleaning supplies at the ready. Knowing it won’t be great. Her ‘Oh dear god.’ Hahaha things we do for the ones we love. Her cleaning his nasty as RV so her man could be happy ❤️❤️

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Side notes-non Chenford

I love the Cold Open for this one. Daddy Cop is hilarious. If this didn’t get stuck in your head you're lying lmao

I loved Tim helping Celina out with her mom. Also what is about this man saying Spanish words with that inflection that gets me every time? Ovary explosion for me. When her says Celina’s mom’s birds names. Lorca and Neruda does it with inflection and I’m a damn puddle.

Also her asking if she single LMFAO He very is not Mrs. Juarez haha Also the way he says Juarez does thing to me lmao I have no shame in how i feel haha

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Teen!Gojo Satoru x reader - super short oneshot in which you go on your first real date...THE SEQUAL

as the title states, this is a sequal to my last Gojo Satoru post, which is linked above if you wanna read it! man oh MAN did this get me feeling all the good feels, date number two is better than the last!

words: 1138

warnings: cursing, angst maybe if you squint REALLY HARD, you guys know I hate angst sooo.... also very mushy feels ahead.

Satoru takes a deep, nervous breath, steadying himself as he readjusts his dark, round sunglasses. "Will you...go on a date with me?"

"...sure."

"...really?"

"I don't see why you need to practice for something like this, you guys are already dating," Geto sighed. Not only are you two already dating, but you already had your first date!

"Well last time, we just kinda planned it together, but then that made me think about how I never even asked Usagi-chan properly!" He pouted a little, crossing his arms at Geto's defiance.

"Asked Usagi-chan what," you echoed, strolling up to sit with your boyfriend. He was sitting with Geto just outside the dorms, eating a popsicle nearly as blue as his eyes. He grinned at you, deciding to take the opportunity to ask now. "Usagi-chan, will you go on a date with me," he asked with a sparkle in his eye and a flirtatious smile, laying on copious amounts of charm.

"...sure," you shrugged, stealing a bite of his popsicle. Satoru turned to Geto, a proud look on his face as he said, "man, I should practice with you more often." Geto just shook his head, grimacing at the thought.

~*~fancy time skip~*~

You checked yourself out in the mirror one last time, admiring your favorite elegant outfit (accompanied by the ring, bracelet, and necklace he bought you) as you awaited Gojo's knock on your door. Last time, you got ready together and helped each other pick outfits, which was cute but not what Satoru wanted this time. He wanted the real date experience™, and that included picking you up and whisking you away to whatever he considered a magical evening. In all honesty, your expectations were pretty high. Even if he was the goofiest goober to ever goober sometimes, he would still try his best to give you as much as he had.

You heard a knock at your room door, and you grabbed your things as you excitedly walked over to open it. There Satoru was, wearing a black tux and that face he always made when he was trying to flirt, which wouldn't work if he weren't so damn handsome. He leaned against your doorframe, looking down at you as he said, "your chariot awaits," in a sultry tone.

You glanced past him, looking at what appeared to be a used tandem bike in a shade of icy blue. You looked back and forth between the two of them, his face not changing despite him almost certainly knowing how you felt. "...I'm not riding that," you finally say, voice laced with laughter, and he just pouts. "I figured as much," he sighed sarcastically, walking over to the bike like a sad puppy and kicking it far into the distance.

He teleports away, returning with a black car in his hands and gently placing it on the ground. "there, one fancy princess car," he boasted. You walked over with a smile and a giggle, watching as he rubbed his hands together to get dust off of them. "Do you even know how to drive," you asked teasingly, to which he shrugged. "What's there to it?"

...yeah, your confidence wasn't in him. "How about I drive," you offered, to which he violently shook his head. "make you drive on our real date experience™? I don't think so." With that said, he only had one other option. He scooped you up, bridal style, and suddenly you were both standing outside a fancy, tasteful restaurant. Well, he was standing, you were still in his arms. "Wow, this is really nice, toru," you complimented excitedly, hopping out of his arms. You had never been to such a nice place before, not romantically anyways, and the two of you walked in to get a table. the hostess was typing away on her handheld, distracted and not looking up at you yet. "Hi, do you guys have a reservation?"

"No," Gojo chuckled, as if he thought they'd just be let in...he definitely thought they were just gonna walk in and sit down.

"Oh, well I'm sorry, but-" She looked up, immediately mesmerized by the sheer attractiveness the two of you had- "But...we have a table ready right now! Follow me," she said, utterly smitten, especially with Gojo. You were grateful for the table, and even more happy that Satoru didn't seem to really care about the hostess. You hated when people tried to flirt with him, although an inevitable experience, but it kind of fueled your pride to see him give less than a rat's ass about it. On the flip side, it fueled his ego to be flirted with, despite not giving a shit about the person who was flirting with him, unless it was you of course.

You were walked to the upstairs area over looking the practically glowing city of Tokyo, a big and diamond encrusted chandelier hanging above you two. The table was circular, a cloth as white as Satoru's hair sitting atop it, and a candle in an elegant glass sitting atop that.

"You really thought we'd pull up here on a neon-blue tandem bike," You giggled quietly, a little nervous about being loud as the restaurant was lacking people.

"Clearly you've never been to Germany," he sniffed, his face full of mock offense.

"Have you," you countered, chin resting in hand.

He was silent for a moment, trying to come up with a response. "...fuck, you're hot," he finally sighed, leaning in with a flirty smile as he removed his sunglasses.

His response stunned you for a moment, warmth spreading through your face as you went a little wide-eyed. Quickly regaining your composure, you laughed and rolled you eyes as you said, "Yeah, what about it?"

"Just figured you should know," he chuckled, his eyes filled with enamor. A waiter came by, smiling and taking your drink orders (and going a little pink at the sight of you). Seeing as you were both teenagers you couldn't order alcohol, so the two of you ordered virgin cocktails. The waiter left to put in your orders, and Satoru sighed.

"did you see the way that guy looked at you," he asked, his tone indecipherable. you couldn't tell if he was hyping you up, or jealous as hell. It was probably both. "I'm pretty sure we just went over this," you teased. He shrugged, smiling at something he was thinking about. "Not like I care about people lookin' at you, I can't blame 'em."

"really? You don't care," you asked astonishedly, your lips curving into an amused smile. "Why would I? Caring means I find them threatening, and nobody can threaten me. I'm the greatest!" He put his hands up a little, palms facing the ceiling as if to punctuate his statement. You just giggled and turned your attention to the menu, knowing he was just trying to reason with himself, and at the sight of you doing so Satoru did the same.

After a few minutes, the waiter came back with your drinks, dropping them off before taking his notepad out to take your orders. You ordered their skillfully prepared Kujira (pufferfish), and Satoru ordered their renowned Kobe beef. Once the waiter left, You raised a brow at your boyfriend. "You sure you can afford all this? I brought my wallet in case-"

He cut you off, putting a finger to your lips comically. "Relax Usagi-chan, let me treat you!" He acts like he hasn't once given you special treatment, despite your relationship admittedly having roots in gifts and acts of service. You removed his hand from your face, laughing. "yeah yeah, fine then," you conceded, leaning back in your seat.

The rest of the meal went similarly, making each other laugh, forgetting about anyone and anything else, and eating hella expensive despite the fact that you're pretty sure it wasn't exactly worth the money. You were both exiting the restaurant now, skipping dessert because Gojo refused to drop a bag on deconstructed baklava (Bro is serious about dessert). You ended up at a café, taking a cupcake sampler to-go and sitting outside in the grass.

"Ok, what first," Satoru mumbled to himself, giddy at the prospect of eating something sweet after the super savory dinner you both just had. You shut your eyes and played eeny-meeny-miny-moe over the clear plastic of the box, eventually landing on the Black Forest cake. Gojo eagerly removed it from the box, every cupcake no larger than the rim of a coffee cup and all decorated with icing.

They came with little forks, but he just took a big bite of it and passed it to you. "ewww, now it has your saliva," you complained sarcastically, taking it but not biting out of it just yet. "You don't feel that way when we make out," he said with a sly smile, knowing his argument was flawless. You rolled your eyes and smiled, not having anything else to say as you bit out of the cake. It was moist, fluffy, and chocolaty, the crème and cherry filling combining to make a rich and sweet flavor profile. Long story short, it was good.

Satoru could see the look on your face, how you thought it was delicious, and he got a different, strawberry cupcake to eat. Not before streaking his finger through the icing of yours and licking it off, though. "Hey," you whined, although actually largely unbothered, and took the strawberry off the top of his cupcake. He whipped his head to you, betrayal on his face, before bursting out laughing for no reason.

"What," you asked, confused, and licked some icing off of your lips. "J-just...hold on," he said between snickers. He leaned in, gently taking your face in his hand and wiping icing off of your cheek with his thumb. He kissed the tip of your nose, effectively removing the icing there as well.

He could feel the way your face heated, and he could see how much his gentle touch affected you. It made him melt inside, just a little. Just enough to get vulnerable. He pulled back, knees tucked against his chest and chin resting against them as he gazed at the stars to avoid eye contact. "You know...I never thought I'd be able to be with you."

You cocked your head a little, confused. He what? Gojo Satoru, the embodiment of a god complex, didn't think he could be with you?

"How do you mean," You asked gently, eyes never leaving his side profile.

He sighed, chuckling wryly as he got his thoughts in order.

"Don't get me wrong, I wasn't worried about not dating you, I just...I never thought anyone could keep my attention long enough. I was worried I'd get sick of you, and that scared me because I really, really liked you. Buuuut I didn't get bored. I just kept falling more and more in love with you, which is funny 'cause I still am. I kinda feel stupid for it. I kinda like feeling stupid."

You listened to his monologue, watching as his the wind tousled his spikey white hair, as his colorless lashes fluttered, and as his lips curved into an embarrassed smile. He looked at you for the first time since he started talking, those piercing blue eyes grabbing the attention of your very soul.

You didn't know what to say, so you didn't speak. You just leaned in, taking his face in your hands, and gave him the longest, most loving kiss either of you have ever experienced. It wasn't lustful or passionate, not like your other kisses, but instead it held a gentleness, a purity, that made it special. You didn't pull back until he did, so you were there for a while, just embracing each other.

he laughed at himself as you finally broke away from each other, shaking his head. "Ahhhh fuck," he sighed, smiling as he pressed his forehead to his knees.

"what," you asked, laughing with him because his laughter was just that contagious.

"See, I told you," He chuckled, turning his head so now his cheek was to his knees, his eyes filled with a mix of hilarity and love for you.

"I just can't stop falling in love with you."

you guys stop I'm gonna make myself cry 😭

as always, please leave a comment if you liked it/have criticism! You know I just love love love hearing from you!

tagging @satoruontopofme because they asked for pt 2 in the comments of pt 1!

[radrage]

Hello goobers. Have some Hancock headcanons that refuse to leave my brain. (I spent far too long condensing this I have so many hcs for this man)

pansexual he/they king. I refuse to believe this ghoul has made a decision ever. Like, look at him. He screams "I DO NOT CARE. IF IT HAS A HOLE AND CAN CONSENT, GIVE IT TO ME." Same goes with pronouns. He prefers he/him, but they/them is also a-okay. I reckon he picked it up from KLE0, who introduced him to the concept of ~gender identity~. I don't rlly like the poly hc that some people have bc I feel after what happened with McDonough, he's scared of betrayal, and having more than one (serious) partner at a time feels eerily similar to the feeling he got when he realised his own brother went against him.

Hes only in his late 20s/VERY early 30's. Maybe like, 29? I like to think he was only 18 or so when McDonough pulled his stunt, and that's why he turned to drugs. Being young and stupid, he didn't know what else to do.

Daisy is like a second mother to him. After his mum died, Hancock fell into a deep depression, which Daisy helped pull him out of. She also raised him when Martha was working, and would teach him and McDonough how to read, write, etc. Probably made him play an instrument at one point. Because of her, Hancock has just about the neatest handwriting you'll ever see. His f's and t's have little flicks and his i's are dotted with little x's.

He had an obsession with photography for a while. When he'd black out on chems, Hancock would forget most of his nights. This was a good thing for a while; it helped him escape his reality, but after waking up with a Deathclaw egg in his hands, buck naked and in a tree, he decided to start recording everything he did. If you look under the couch in his office, there's several albums from previous benders. Whenever you come across a camera he gets all excited and starts spewing facts about the make, model, and specs. Probably used the entirety of the Commonwealths film supply.

He's a sucker for compliments. Like, he'd probably die if you called him handsome. Being a ghoul, its pretty uncommon for him to be called anything other than an irradiated freakshow. So, even if its just an offhand "You look nice today", the chance of him melting would be pretty damn high. One time, Sole called him a work of art and he didn't stop smiling for an entire month. He still thinks about it. If romanced, Sole leaves little notes with compliments around their house for him to find. Before meeting Sole, Hancock would often brush off any form of positivity by going "They're being ironic." and on several occasions has admitted to regretting his choice of becoming a ghoul. This isn't true in the end, because, in his words "If I hadn't done everything I did, you wouldn't be in my life." Bonus: Hancock's really smart. This is actually canon as he has the second highest intelligence stat of any companions, but he acts like an absolute dumbass. Like, sometimes he'll ask Sole what 2 + 5 is, and then sometimes he'll write an entire thesis on the etymology of his name in an afternoon. The dumbest, smartest ass on this side of the seaboard.

[gaybananabread]

Hii!! I'm so glad that you're gonna participate in the augtickletober! Please consider writing number 25 with lee todoroki, where he gets gang tickled by the boys from class 1A hehehe (I feel like I've seen many gang tickles for Bakugou/Midoriya, but rarely seen it for Todoroki, and I feel like Todoroki somehow deserves it). (Please no foot tickles) If you need plot recommendation (but feel free to use your own hehe): - The boys of 1A decided to help Todoroki practice since basically he's the one that hasn't received his provisional license. - Class 1A is having a field trip, and the boys have deep talks at their sleeping hall before sleeps and the topic of "Todoroki rarely laughs" pops up I hope this idea works well! Thank you so much for participating in this event, looking forward to it!!

TickleTober Day 25 - Gang Tickles

THIS! Thank you for the kind words and awesome ideas Anon! Definitely got my creative juices flowing! Sorry this is so late, I’ve had quite the week (O~O) And the candy-cane could definitely go with some gang tickling. Mans needs to laugh more! Did a handful of the 1A boys, just because more than 5 lers on one person gets a little iffy. Anywhosit, thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Todoroki

Lers: Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Midoriya, Bakugou

Summary: On a class field trip, the boys of 1A get to talking about their multi-quirked peer. After discovering that they all rarely hear his laugh, the goobers make it their mission to get him to crack a smile. Some fun, ticklish methods are utilized.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

It was a rare, yet heavily anticipated day for Class 1A; Fieldrip Day was finally upon them. They were out at one of the pro’s training facilities. One of All Might’s favorites, to be specific. The facility had a few sports fields, a training hall, and some nice barracks. If anything, it was better than a day of doing schoolwork at UA. Nothing against Aizawa; the teens just liked the change in pace. Plus, no math for a day.

Every student enjoyed the day; even Bakugou cracked a few genuine smiles. Ready to rest and recover, the boys hit the showers and got ready to sleep. Tokoyami was out the moment he arrived, not caring for small talk. A few conversations floated around the room as the male students entered the barracks, one in particular sticking out.

“Hey, Todoroki never really laughs, does he?” Sero had been the first to bring it up, but at that point, every student had their own little thought to add. “You’re right, I’ve really only heard him laugh once or twice. He smiles, but those are rare too!” Denki had seemed particularly surprised at the revelation.

“Why do you extras care? That half-and-half stiff is just taking after his father. Pros like him don’t act all happy,” Bakugou tossed his hair towel to the side, almost hitting Aoyama with the soggy thing. Kirishima, ever the apologist, tried to redeem anything the blonde had just said. “Th-that might be part of it, but he could just be a stoic dude. I wouldn’t call him a stiff, Bakubro. He’s just…a little serious.”

The tape hero jumped back in, trying to keep his conversation on topic. “Only time I’ve seen him even giggle was when Mr. Smiley attacked. Still, the guy pretty much held it in! Bakugou even laughed when he got hit, man!” That got a growl from said blonde, Sero nervously chuckling at the murderous glare he received.

Midoriya was fidgeting with his sleeve, looking down as they argued. He knew something they all didn’t, and saw a much different side of Todoroki. Iida noticed his antsy demeanor, outing him to his peers. “You seem rather tense, Midoriya. Care to share what’s on your mind?”

He squeaked at the sudden attention, feeling their eager eyes on him. “U-uhm, I dunno. It’s not really my place to share it…” Denki, bored and ever the trouble maker, pressed the matter. “Aww, c’mon Midoriya! You can’t just not tell us! We gotta know!”

The angel and devil on his shoulder fought for a few seconds, coming to the ultimate conclusion that a little laughter could do his friend some good. “W-well, I’ve seen Todoroki laugh quite a few times. You kinda gotta…m-make him, though.” The interested students hung on his every word, soaking in the new information. Make him? “What’dya mean by that, Midobro?

Izuku sighed, knowing they would want to hear more. At least Kirishima was nice about it. “He’s…he’s ticklish. Like, pretty badly ticklish. I’ve managed to get him really laughing a few times; it isn’t all that hard.”

Every teen that was paying attention seemed shocked. The serious, stoic, hardly-cracked-a-smile guy Todoroki was ticklish? It seemed hard to believe; the image of their emotionally distant peer a giggly, blushing, mess was just too obscure to imagine. Denki made sure to point it out. “No way! I’ve poked him before, and got nothing! I’d know if Todoroki was ticklish.”

Bakugou stared down his childhood friend before interrupting. He knew the greenette well enough to tell when he was lying. “Nah, the nerd’s telling the truth. Icy-hot is fucking ticklish.”

Kaminari looked like he’d just won the lottery. A goofy smirk formed on his face as he made a joke. “Wow, Todoroki is actually ticklish. I’m gonna go visit Hell for a bit, now that it’s frozen over.” Ojiro, rolling his eyes at the line, tased the goofy blonde’s side.

Iida regretted asking, feeling a bit guilty for indirectly exposing his classmate’s secret.. “Can you all be mature about anything? Our classmate would not appreciate us gossiping about this personal aspect!” Bakugou rolled his eyes, flopping on his mattress. “Pull the stick out your ass, four eyes. It’s just stupid shit, not like we’re talkin’ bout his dirty secrets or anything.”

The class president squawked at his argument, but didn’t get a chance to yell at him before Kirishima cut back in. “HEY! Why don’t we all put this info to use and, I dunno, make the guy laugh. I think we can all agree that he needs it.”

Nobody argued with him there. Not every student was up for it, some fearing retribution, others not wanting to be crispy-fried or frozen solid. In the end, the team consisted of Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Midoriya, and surprisingly Bakugou. They got a plan together; all they needed was the dual-quirked teen.

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Todorki had always enjoyed longer showers; it felt nice to just stand under the water and think. He was expecting a few of his peers to question how long he took, though he wasn’t prepared to have five of them eagerly eyeing him as he left the showers. The boy tried to keep the suspicion out of his voice as he spoke to them. “Do you all need something from me?”

The electric blonde smirked, stepping forwards. “Actually, yeah.” With that, the group went into action. Catching him by surprise, Sero came up behind him and shot tape around his hands, hoisting them above his head. Kirishima held the shocked teen in place as Sero got a few more layers of tape on his hands and forearms, thoroughly restraining him.

Normally, Todo would’ve just burned throughout the tape and left. With his peers so close, however, he was hesitant; he couldn’t risk hurting them. The teen tugged at his arms, shooting a glare at his classmates. “What’re you all doing?”

They answered his question pretty quickly. Kaminari squeezed his sides, while Sero poked along his spine. He snapped his mouth shut, eyes growing wide. Oh, they didn’t. He forced out an order, managing to contain his giggles. “G-get off of me!”

This only encouraged his “attackers.” Sero used both hands, dragging his nails down Todoroki’s spine. The candy-cane arched his back, flinching right into Kirishima’s wiggling fingers on his belly. That got a snort out of him, the serious teen’s cheeks dusted with red.

“Oooh, someone’s ticklish!” It was already a struggle to hold in his giggling; Kaminiari’s stupid teases were an unfair challenge. “Sh-shut uhup!” The electric student gasped, eyes lighting up with playful mischief. “Was that a giggle?! C’mon, gimme a few more!”

Who knew Kaminari would be so good at teasing? The student definitely didn’t, that’s for sure. Thankfully, he moved his fingers to the boy’s armpits, trying to find his worst spot; he didn’t realize he had already found it. “How about here, huh? Does this tickle?” That damn word… He wished he could delete it from the blonde’s vocabulary.

Midoriya tried to conceal a smile, watching his peer move farther away from the jackpot he was looking for. He was conflicted; on one hand, it was wonderful to see Todoroki like this around other people. On the other hand, he would probably be more than a little betrayed if the greenette revealed his worst spot. Decisions, decisions… Eh, what’s the worst that could happen?

“You know you’re getting colder, right?” All four of the perpetrators turned to him, Todoroki’s eyes narrowed in a “don’t you dare” expression. Ignoring it and the inevitable revenge, he continued. “You actually already found it. It’s right around here…”

Denki parted the waters for him, letting the freckled teen do his thing. With an apologetic smile, he clawed at Todoroki’s navel, not flinching at the howl of laughter the action received. The other students’ eyes lit up, though Bakugou tried to conceal his. Izuku stepped back, leaving his friends the chaotic seed he’d planted.

Ten fingers immediately latched onto Todo’s stomach, Kaminari wasting no time. Loud, surprisingly bubbly laughter burst from him, a wide smile growing on the face of the typically-earnest teen. “N-NOHOHO! MIHIDORIYAHA! TRAHAHAITOR!”

That started a little competition; an unspoken game of “Who Can Get Todoroki to Laugh the Loudest” beginning between the four teens. Denki was in the lead, scribbling in and around his navel and teasing his lower belly. Kirishima was in a semi-close second, drilling his fingertips into the multi-quirked boy’s hollows. Sero, deciding to be a menace, toyed near his spine, tracing teasy little shapes up and down his back. Bakugou and Izuku hung back, though the explosive blonde seemed ready to jump in.

Todoroki was burning; not literally, but he could feel the heat on his cheeks. He trusted his classmates not to go too far, but damn, that shit tickled. He was mainly nervous of Bakugou; they had already found his worst spot, but he knows one more that would make the goofiness much more unbearable. A spot that Baku knew.

Deciding that he had waited long enough, the fiery teen cracked his knuckles, approaching the group. He crouched down, going for Todo’s outer thigh. He clawed at the outer edges, making sure to keep things as comfortable as they could be.

Todoroki shrieked at the addition of the spot, four people now trying their best to wreck him. It was almost maddening; all he could think about was “tickles, tickles shIT THAT TICKLES!” over and over again. His entire face was a bright red, almost matching the left side of his hair. “NAHAHAHA! GUHU- PLEHEHEASE! NOHO MOHOHORE!”

Denki saw how wild all the tickling was driving his classmate. Deciding to show some mercy, he went for one more scribble on the boy’s navel before backing away. Kirishima also took the hint, ending the underarm tickles. Bakugou reluctantly pulled away, not wanting to seem silly compared to the other two. Sero continued out of pure spite, wanting to hear the giggles a little longer.

The hot-and-cold student was wiped; five of his classmates “tormenting” him was exhausting. He practically hung from the tape restraints, giggling softly as Sero continued to softly tickle his back. It honestly just made him more tired, but in a good way. He still wanted it to end, but they were relaxing in the silliest way.

Midoriya checked the time, seeing how late it was getting. He had always been a bit of a mother-hen when it came to his close friends, even though he got injured far worse and much more often than they did. “Come on, Sero. He’s had enough.” The tape hero-in-training backed away, a smug smile on his face. “Fine. You know he was enjoying it, though.”

Kirishima hardened his hand, cutting the tape around the giggly, exhausted teen’s arms. It quickly unraveled, Todo swaying into Midoriya’s waiting arms. He carried his classmate over to the half-and-half student’s bed for the night, laying him down and pulling the blankets over him. He was out in seconds.

The rest of their classmates snickered quietly, each going either back to sleep or to their devices. The goof troop that wrecked him fist-bumped, silently cheering a job well-done. Sero, still proud of himself for bringing it up and starting it all, chuckled. “I’ll admit, that was pretty fun. Nice to see him laugh like that.”

His friends agreed, even Bakugou huffing a quiet “I guess” before heading to his bed. The teen had a strict sleep schedule, and while the tickling was fun, it did delay that. The rest snickered before dispersing, each heading to their own sleeping spots.

Todoroki found himself smiling and laughing a lot more after that day, be it from cheesy jokes or the occasional side poke. And honestly? He didn’t really mind. Turns out even the most serious of teenagers can enjoy a good laugh with friends every once in a while.

[rachi-roo]

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Thank you!

A LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR MY PAL @nataliewritez !!! 🥳🎉

Just some sillies with their favourite goober, Ango and bastard Dazai! ^^

I hope you like it, buddy!! 😚❤️🩷❤️

Lee!Ango, Ler!Dazai

Tw: None!

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"No." Ango sighed as he stood in the doorway of his apartment, staring irritated at the man who was standing outside, a bunch of beautiful pink and purple hydrangea held in his hands.

"Nawww, but Angooo! I never got to thank you properly!" Dazai. Why did it have to be Dazai?

"Look, look! I got you some chocolate, too! You wuv a widdle chocky-wocky, right?" He grinned, showing Ango the box of fancy chocolates he had bought for him.

This was because of what happened ages ago, with the car accident. Dazai really never did thank him or apologise. There wasn't time with everything going on. But he really wasn't in the mood for Dazais goofy ass right now.

"Look, Dazai, I appreciate the gesture, but now isn't-Ah!" He was cut off by Dazai shoving the bouquet of puffy flowers into his face as he pushed past into the apartment.

"Oh, don't worry! I've got plenty of time for you, buddy, haha! Wooow, nice place you have here! I can't believe you never invited me 'round before!" The detective grinned, kicking his shoes off by the door, spinning on his heels as he took in the decor.

Ango looked at the flowers. They were beautiful indeed. Dazai kept chatting in the background as he looked at the box of chocolates.

"This is half empty-"

"Ah! Well, I had to make sure they weren't poisoned!" Dazai advanced, leaning in close with a grin. "Seriously though," He spoke kindly, taking the flowers and setting them safely on the coffee table along with the chocolates.

Ango blinked as Dazai took his hands, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Thank you, Ango. For everything. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay your kind deeds."

Very out of character, Ango had never seen Dazai being this sincere towards him. He was almost lost for words for a moment.

"Dazai, I-"

"You're supposed to be smiling, silly!" Dazais hands suddenly grabbed Angos waist, digging his thumbs into his sides playfully.

The sound that followed was a loud yelp from Ango as he instinctively grabbed Dazais wrists.

"KYAHA! Dahazai! No! Nonono, we are noAHAT DOhoing thIHIS AGAHAIN!"

"Oho yes we aaare~" Dazai sang, his hands following Ango as he tried backing away, tumbling onto the couch cushions.

"Nawww, look at you, getting all comfy so we can play~"

"No! Nononono! Wait!" Ango fought off Dazais' hands as the detective straddled his waist, keeping him pinned to the sofa.

Dazai's fingers found their way into Angos shirt, tickling and poking at his skinny little tummy, making his skin tremble.

"Nahaha! Dazai! Sto-Stohop! Noho!"

"Haha, awww, such a cute smile~ Coochie, coochie cooo~" Dazai teased, grinning as he watched Ango slowly lose his composure against his tickling attacks.

His eyes crinkled as he squeezed them shut, his glasses sitting lop-sided on the bridge of his nose. This wasn't the first time Dazai had sprung a tickle attack on him. It was probably the thousandth by now, and he still never saw it coming.

And Dazai always loved Angos' reactions.

"Oooho, look at you squirm! How about here? Or here?" His nimble fingers danced over Angos torso, poking and skittering over random spots, making Ango squeak and flinch at every touch.

"N-NoHO! Dazai thIIHI- Thihis is AHA! I-I can't-! PLEEEHEE! Aha!" Unable to string a full sentence, Ango was stuck being Dazais little-

"Giggle buuug~"

"Don't call me that!" Ango flushed before erupting with laughter again as Dazais hands found his boney little hips, making him buck like a mad cow.

"NYAHAHA! Oho no! Noho! Get ohoff!" He flailed, his kicking legs tossing the sofa cushions onto the floor.

"Tee-Hee~ This always was your favourite spot, wasn't it, Giggle bug?" His experienced thumbs shook into the pit of Angos hips, circling and massaging that spot relentlessly. "Haha! Look at you! All wriggly and giggly! Nawww, da' widdle tiggle bug is sooo tiggly and wriggly isn't he? He so squirmy wormy!"

Ango threw his head back, his glasses toppling onto the sofa beside him. His cheeks were warm and glowing, small happy tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as he laughed freely.

"Dahazai! E-Enough! PleheHEEEE-! Wait, wait, wait, wait!" He panicked as Dazai rolled up his shirt, pinning Angos hands by his side.

"You know I gotta do it, Ango~"

"Don't you dare!"

"I have to! C'mon, just one~"

"Noho! Wait! AAAHAHAA!"

Dazai blew a huge raspberry on Angos' pale skin, making him scream before, descending into hiccupy giggling.

"Oho shit! O-Okahay hic please, p-please. Shihit..." He panted, laying still as he caught his breath with Dazai grinning down at him smugly.

He chuckled, placing Ango's glasses back on his nose, ruffling his hair.

"I'll say it again, thank you... Giggle bug!"

"God you're the worst..."

"You flatter me~"

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Thanks for reading!!!

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 35: Best friends day out

You’re finally done drying your hair & add a little makeup just to brighten up your face a bit & spray some of your favorite perfume. Heading downstairs towards the living room you noticed how oddly quiet it is for a house full of guys only to be met with gareth relaxing on the sofa watching Miami vice he notices you & sits up “hey goober the others went out shopping for god knows what you know how Eddie gets when he wants something so I figured I’d stay behind maybe we could have a best buds day beings it’s been awhile since we hung out just us two figured we could grab a bite & hit the record store or something” you smile and plop on the sofa next to him “sounds good fluff & stuff” you giggle & toss him your car keys & you barely let anyone drive your baby it’s a 1961 Chevy bel air not as spiffy as the one you all had for prom but still you cherish it beings it was your moms car putting lots of love & care into it replacing parts with Eddie’s help & she just got a new paint job as a gift from your love he knows how much you love light purple so he went ahead & had jimmy paint it all for you. “Really?! I can drive Paula?! Sweet!!” You laugh and you both take off to the car “man this is so fuckin cool jame!” He starts up the engine & the radio pops on you dig through your cassettes & pull out Billy Squire & show it to him “oh fuck yeah pop it in!” “Alright this is gonna be the best day ever!” My kinda lover comes on & you & gareth are singing & using your bottle of cola as a microphone laughing having a ball “oh I have an idea gare bear watch this” you flip the switch to drop the top and his eyes bulge from his head “no fuckin way this is so bad ass!” You both have the wind in your hair & not a care in the world your glad you got to spend time with gareth you both haven’t had fun like this since middle school. He pulls into the parking lot & you notice he took you to your old fave spot his parents would take you guys here before the end of the camping trips before your parents would pick you up. An old 50’s style malt shop with the best milkshakes & burgers Indiana had to offer waitresses on roller skates 🛼 glide up to your car with a note pad & pen “welcome to Marybeth’s malt shop my name is Dolores I’ll be your server what can I get for y’all this fine afternoon?” She says with a megawatt smile teal dress white apron pink skates blonde hair in a high ponytail chewing gum gareth knows me well enough to where he knows what I always get so he orders for us both “yes can we get 2 bacon cheeseburgers an order of cheese fries & 2 black cows” (old school drink gross but very popular it’s cola & ice cream like a root beer float) “sure hun anything else for you & your lovely lady?” “Oh we’re just best friends but that’s all thanks” she winks at gareth “I’ll be right out with your drinks” she skates off. You start laughing hysterically “WHAT?!” He’s confused as to why you think something is so funny “she was totally checking you out man as soon as you said we’re friends her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree” you start laughing again “bullshit she’s just being nice it’s her job!” You try to calm you laughing for a minute “okay we’ll see about that” he turns to you “what does that mean?” “Ohh you’ll see” she comes skating back with your drinks “here you both go here’s some straws is there anything else I can get you both?” You look at gareth and smirk “actually Dolores my friend here has an extra ticket to guns & roses & needs a date & you’re so beautiful maybe you two can go together hed need your number though” his face is red he looks like he wants to kill you “really?! Yes I’d love that!” She scribbles down her number and hands it to gareth and skates back off into the restaurant “how the fuck & I don’t have an extra ticket to shit Jamie what the hell?!” You pull out an envelope & pass it to him “this was supposed to be a part of your graduation gift but I can see you need it now more then later” he rips it open to pull out two front row center seats to guns & roses & flies across the gears to engulf you into a hug.

You both eat your lunch talking of ideas of what to look for in the record store. “I still can’t believe this shit what a day & it’s only the damn afternoon not only did I get a date but I have tickets to the hottest concert in Hawkins this month thanks to you jame thanks for hanging with me today” he nudges into your shoulder you chuckle “no problem fluff & stuff but let’s hurry I have to get something for Eddie at the record store as part of his graduation gift OH! Before I forget I wanna throw a graduation party for Eddie & hellfire but I want to surprise him you think you guys could help me out?” “You don’t have to tell me twice I’m here for whatever ya need”. Pulling into a parking spot you both bolt into the record store grabbing the new Iron Maiden album for Eddie knowing he’s been wanting it for quite some time. Gareth finding all he was looking for “so what else did you get him for graduation?” You smirk at him “well… I was gonna keep this a complete secret but since I know you’re good at not spilling the beans I’ll tell you since it involves us all.. so I have an account from when mom passed I haven’t touched a red cent at all I have it for future decisions but I wanted to splurge a little so I went ahead & got us all tickets to fly out to Detroit for a few days not only to go on a trip but two concerts I got us all tickets to see Kiss & 6 days after that we go see… METALLICA!!” His eyes bug out of his head “I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!” He’s swinging you around the store almost taking out a whole display you’re cracking up. “I love ya too gare bear but remember secret!” He nods like a mad man “my lips are sealed promise.. oh man this is gonna be so fucking cool!!” You both head to check out it’s almost dinner time you’ll have to head back to start cooking sundown isn’t too far away. Hopping in the car you & gareth had a ball & have to try and make time for all your friends from now on.

[askcannibalistickitties]

ASK THESE GOOBERS ANYTHING!!!

(Nothing weird plz)

colt: -“IM NOT GAY” says the fruitiest man on earth

-One of the more “popular” kids.

-feels inferior to all his peers

-Hurts himself frequently from playing sports

-13!!

-GAD (generalized anxiety disorder)

-GAD does affect sports

-Has no idea how he even became friends with the group, kinda just got dragged in

-Tweaks whenever there’s a dog nearby

-“Am i a girl?”

-“Yes?”

-“No.”

-Relentlessly bullies 4th graders on roblox

-Divorced parents

-64 little white things

-Likes to wear layered jackets

-Doesn’t like being popular, it doesn’t mix well with anxiety

-Sometimes has panic attacks

-Likes picking up bugs and scaring Spoop shitless

-Cuddle piles with Donnie as bros do (PLATONIC BROMANCE💪)

-Has a cheeky smile

-Glitch forces him into at home fashion shows (he secretly enjoys it)

-Loves bubbles

-Nicknamed, Colts, Colty, and Cole by Glitch, Spoop, and Donnie (in that order)

-Felix.

Glitch: -Glitch loves space and her shoes have the NASA logo on them

-ADHD + depression (i swear not everyone’s depressed it’s just spoop and glitch)

-Loves to read

-Once burned a poptart in the toaster, was never allowed to even attempt to cook again

-Has no idea where the hell the stars come from, her dad and mom both don’t have them, nor a family history of them

-Glitch is always wearing a sweater or hoodie

-Despises PE

-In a robotics club

-Has the entire Hamilton script memorized

-Donnie and her nerd about their interests to each other

-Sometimes gets panic attacks over loud noises

-Favorite animal is the hedgehog

-Had a Danganronpa phase

-Likes to play with spoop’s checkered belts, thinks checkers are cool

-Doesn’t have any cool nicknames:(

-Born june 19th, making her the youngest out of the group

Spoop: Spoop is 13, being born on January 21st (my birthday!!)

-Spoop has a weird fear of butterflies and moths, hence why she hates them

-Doesn’t have a set fashion style, anything alternative

-Absolutely loves the stuffed peppers their mom makes

-Anxiety + Depression

-Loves the smell of lavender

-Loves thrill, especially water slides

-Likes to swim, despite being a cat

-Doesn’t like ELA, hates writing

-Watched the ROTTMNT movie and sobbed

-Does the smolder face to jumpscare people, it’s actually really fun

-Spoop doesn’t eat food if they don’t like the texture

-Likes to play with slime

-Collects rocks (and eats them /hj)

-Thinks space is cool

-Takes a photo of every sunset he sees

-Cannot sit still

-Once wandered reddit when they were 8, she’s still traumatized

-Sleeps with a gazillion plushies

-Is nicknamed “poop” by Donnie, gets mad every time he’s called it

-Can eat sour food like it’s the end of the world, it ends up hurting the roof of her mouth

Donnie: Donnie has asthma and always carries an inhaler on them

-Cannot handle spicy things for the life of it

-Freaks people out, Spoop and Glitch are kinda their only friends

-that’s fine though bc Donnie absolutely despises socializing

-Donnie can be very quiet while walking and sometimes accidentally sneaks up on people, this gives spoop a mini heart attack each time they get snuck up on

-Donnie’s dad was diagnosed with skin cancer when Donnie was six, at age seven Donnie’s dad died.

-Donnie’s mom is actually really nice and a bit spooky like her kid

-Donnie is 14, making it the oldest out of the bunch (spoop and glitch are both 13)

-Likes to read poems

-Uses words like “skibidi” ironically

-Absolutely despises their aunt, she’s a total bitch

-Was given the nickname “donns” by Glitch, “Freaky Clown Dude” by Spoop, and “Glue God” by Spoop

-Its ear was clipped as a child, no one really knows why

-Choir kid, liked to sing upbeat pop songs

-soprano voice, always manages to impress Spoop

-Favorite subject in school is history

-Sometimes gets really giddy for no reason

-Salty > Sweet

-Absolutely loves rats

-Has an absurd amount of glue, that’s where they got the nickname Glue God

That’s all for Donnie >_<

[justali-anne]

So I found this on TV Tropes.

(It's on Undertale's Funny page if you're wondering)

I love that it's framed like this because it just makes me think of the crew going through the craziest crap and Sans' reaction is just :D.

Undyne set the kitchen on fire? :D

The crew playing in the snow and accidentally causing a snowdrift? :D

A fight breaks out and spears and bones get stuck in the walls and ceiling? :D

Look at him, he's just happy to be here! Everyone's flabbergasted that Mettaton showed up out of nowhere and he's just smiling without a care in the world!

Let the little guy be happy, man!

I know Let Sans Rest Day is coming up, so let's take this into consideration now.

Side note, I think a trait of Sans' that goes overlooked is his dissonant serenity towards pretty much everything... well, almost everything. The reason why is up for debate, but honestly, I can just see the comedic value in it. It's just like Frisk with their constant -_- expression!

Sans and Frisk, the masters of absolute chill. The constant smiler + the constant straight face. They're the two friends who sit by the sidelines and eat popcorn while the fun-filled chaos happens around them. I mean, sheesh, I'd love to see this dynamic happen, actually. Sure, the two have a lot of complicated stuff going on behind the scenes, but it would be nice for the two to just sit back and enjoy the ride as well. Of course, the two can also bring their own chaos, but that just makes it greater!

Gosh darn it, I want happy Sans so bad. I'd love to see a happy little goober who sits back and embraces the chaos happening around him. A little guy who loves spending time with his friends. A little marshmarrow who likes to take his friends out to eat, prank them, then catch them off guard with a large bill, only to say "psyche" and pay for it himself (or put it on his tab). A tiny man who smiles at life, even if sometimes his smile seems fake or unnatural, he's still smiling anyway. I wanna see him laugh! Gosh darn it, why doesn't he laugh more? He deserves to laugh, someone please make him laugh, PLEASE!

Yeah, I'm kinda losing my mind, to be honest. (Small tangent, I was just looking at the above image again and I just realised how big his eyes are. Seriously, they're HUGE. What happens if a firefly flies into his eye sockets or something?) I have completely derailed from the original topic too. Welp, I'll just leave this here.

[bunk-bed-blorbos]

2, 13, 16, and 20 for the ask meme

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

Mayday is usually little spoon, since Zuke is much wider than her and just envelopes her when they cuddle and makes Mayday feel safe. But May's no stranger to big spoon, usually when she wants to bury her face in Zuke's hair or neck, or when Zuke needs to be comforted

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Zuke has made many, many almost grabs during his and Mayday's friendship. It never got further than stretching his hand out a little until one day when they were watching TV, some hokey romance drama, and May had her hand palm-up, inviting Zuke to hold it. He did, and they both melted over it like goobers.

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Mayday. Zuke tries to get up at a reasonable hour (Well, reasonable for Nocturnal people), but the bottom bunk is Cozy, and he's so comfortable to hold, and Ellie is still asleep, we can't wake her up just yet... ...And May just likes to look at Zuke, eyes droopy, bedhead all fluffy... and she can't help a little sleepy smile from forming

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Zuke does not hear the end of it from West. All of the big brother teasing from his relationship with Nadia comes back full force when he finally tells him that he and Mayday are Together Together. His mom, Onokoy is just as embarrassing if not more, and went out of her way to grant Mayday her blessing. His dad, Wade, is happy for his son, but has... trepidation about Zuke getting in a serious relationship with his bandmate. He supports him, but warns him not to let his feelings "cloud his judgement" ...To the massive confusion of Zuke. Mayday's family is a mixed bag as well. Her dad Augustus immediately sized Zuke up, but it was mostly in jest... Mostly. Grandmama pinched Mayday's cheeks and cooing that "Her Grandbaby brought home such a nice boy!" Mayday's Mom... Well, Zuke was a level-headed, talented drummer with a Master's Degree, so he was a fine enough man for Mayday. Phoebe (Momday): I just wish... Mayday: Great, here it comes.... Phoebe: You'd find someone a bit more... financially viable- Mayday: Oh THERE YOU GO AGAIN! And then Augustus separates the two and invites Zuke to dinner. As for friends, Mayday and Zuke share their friend groups, so the only surprise is the outcome of the betting circles: Of the Sewer Gang: Zam had been shipping the two ever since Mayday told the story about the gloves on the air. Bet 10 ringgit that they'd be an official couple by year's end. Won. Gigi knew they had deeper than friendly feelings for each other, but knew that they were both kind of. Stupid. Bet 20 Ringgit on them kissing before becoming a couple. Won. Yurik: Didn't think they were anything more than bandmates and friends. 15 Ringgit on them dating someone else and not being a couple. Lost. Hard. Robot: Robot Robot. 50 Ringgit on Ro Ro Robot. Won the pot.