#hope u enjoyyy

[msmarycrawley]

No fucking way. Agatha thought. I’ll just go to Henrietta’s next weekend and do this the real way. She pictured herself talking up a hot young young thing all night who reveled in her various life stories (she would not mention the dead son yet) and taking her home. And then talking to her the next day, and the day after that, until she was officially dating someone other than her ex wife’s memory.

[watchingthecredits]

hi murph!! do you have any song recs <3

jas!! hi!! dinah by maple glider, house song by searows, her eyes by ok cowgirl, and vanilla baby by billie marten ok love u byee <33

[meiknshi]

you wanted to talk to me ? / ok let's go

hmm  ?   how  unfortunate  —  he’d  been  so  close  to  dozing  off.  ryo  lay  stretched  out  on  a  bench  in  the  tranquil  embrace  of  the  outdoors. the  weather  was  just  beginning  to  cool  off , and  he  found  himself  teetering  on  the  edge  of  slumber , lulled  by  the  gentle  rustling  of  leaves  overhead.  yamirei  was  quiet  for  once and  in  that  fleeting  moment , he  reveled  in  the  rare  peace  and  quiet  that  enveloped  him. one  would  think  that  after  twenty  years  the  curse  would  run  out  of  things  to  speak  about.  yet  after  that excessively protracted  mission he just wanted  a  silent  mind. 

he  sits  up  and  pulls  a  lone  cigarette  from  his  pocket  followed  by  a  lighter. with a sigh escaping his lips , he lit the cigarette , and a plume of smoke wafted into the air.   ❛❛  yeah  .   .   .   I  wanted  to  ask  you  about  something.  ❜❜   he takes a deliberate , long drag before exhaling the smoke.  during  his  recent absence , he  had  returned  to  find  a  new  first - year  student , someone  with  an  intriguing  story  that  bore  a  haunting  familiarity , a  fellow  vessel.  ❛❛  tell  me  about  the  kid.  the  pink  haired  one.  ❜❜

[silly-writes]

What if reader was an old childhood friend of some of the competitors (ie Courtney, gwen, bridgette, Heather, duncan, Izzy, cody, etc) with said character(s) having strong feelings for before reader moved away just to come back into their life during one season with reader initially unaware of these returning feelings in said camper.

Bonus: What if reader/camper did get together in that one season, only for next season to have a love triangle form involving another character. The camper is aware of said triangle forming though reader might be oblivious due to now having eyes only for first camper. What'd this be like for different people?

Compretitors with returning feelings for childhood best friend reader!

u guys r really feeding me with these prompts I can't even lie this one was a little tricky with all these moving parts! Sorry if some of these are a little angsty and don't really have happy (per say) conclusions, but I'm just doing what I think best fits the character! I only write pure fluff if that what im given. I hope you enjoy anyways anon!

Courtney

Courtney is beyond stricken when she sees you.

What are the odds you both would have signed up for the same shitty reality tv show?

Well, high as Courtney would tell you. You always were very similar even back when you were inseparable as children.

You knew Courtney was always very fond of you before you moved away, so the reunion is very sweet, and heartfelt.

The two of you attempt to spend a lot of time catching up on what you missed out on after you had moved, but on the show there isn't much time for it.

Courtney can't help but think about how absolutely heartbroken she was when you moved away.

I would think with Courtney's determined attitude (plus based on what she says to Gwen during their friendship) she has made too many friends.

So when you moved away, especially since she was little, it sort of felt like the end of the world to her.

I imagine you being around is wildly distracting for her. Despite her returning romantic feelings.

You were the only person who ever had that type of close vulnerable relationship with her, she would do anything to please you, receive attention from you, or keep you in the game.

All of it leads to some very undesirable slip ups from her, which with you is how I imagine she goes home on the island.

She watched you as she got pulled away, she's not going to leave it unsaid this time, she remembers what that feels like, she remembers how isolating and awful it feels.

"I'm going to miss you ______!" She called out to you from the end of the doc of shame.

You waved wildly "I'm going to win this for you Courtney!" You call back.

"No- I mean! I'm going to miss you because I'm in love with you!"

You stand there stunned as she boards the boat and calls out one final thing "You had bet your butt you'll win this for me! I just confessed my love to you on live television!"

You try to call back that you feel the same, but Chris does what Chris does best and gets in the way of a good time. Even if the boat hadn't driven her off before you got the chance to confess back, the motor is loud enough to where she probably couldn't hear you anyways.

By action, you two have fully discussed your feelings, and how everything should go now that you're into each other but still competitors.

You both agree that your first real official date should be after the show is over, so while things aren't technically official by next season, you two are undoubtedly interested in each other and therefore not getting involved with anyone else.

You stick true to that, but Courtney can see Duncan keeps looking at you, and she's not stupid, she would know that punks gazes in and out.

She doesn't bring it up to you, she knows you're generally very dense about those kinds of things.

But eventually, she can't take it anymore and her jealousy starts driving her mad.

She declares that you two are official, and that you very much are dating, which causes some tension between the two of you during action since you both agreed it just wasn't a good idea.

After some fighting, fighting, and more fighting eventually it's you this time taking the walk of shame to the lame-ousine.

Courtney fights her way to you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to play out this way!" She says sorrowfully.

But you did, you know just how Courtney is, you know how she gets, and while you didn't fully understand why she did what she did you could've guessed that some kind of fight was inevitable. Plus you know how she gets during competitions.

"Hey don't sweat it," you smile "now that I'm not technically on the show, I don't have as much of a problem doing this-" you say and bring her in for a short and sweet kiss.

After years of waiting for this moment, Coutney can't help but freeze up.

You pull away, and head towards the lame-ousine as she calls "I'll win this for you!"

"You had better win this for me! I just kissed you on live television!" You say smiling as you duck into the back seat.

Gwen

Gwen feels nothing but nervous when reuniting with you.

She was happy to see you sure, but her anxiety held her back in how she displayed that happiness.

She's mainly worried that too much time has passed since the two of you knew each other, and that the two of you won't have anything to talk about anymore.

Eventually the two of you slump back together and things go back to the way that they were before you had moved away.

Another reason she was desperately trying to avoid you at first is because of the huge massive crush she used to have on you.

And dang it of course you had to get cuter as you got older!

Just as she realizes that those feelings for you are slipping out of hiding, is also when she realizes that it's already too late.

Once again the two of you are glued at the hip, just like how it used to be.

You, being who you are and were, are wildly oblivious to these feelings because of course you are.

Gwen isn't one to wear her heart on her sleeve, and even though you two are close she is less so with you, she's been burned before, she's not letting that happen again.

The two of you are sitting next to each other at the talent show when it happens.

Heather goes up on stage and says "Originally I was going to dance for you, but instead I want to celebrate team spirit with a collaboration" She holds up a dark notebook with an evil look plastered on her face.

Gwen seems to recognize it and instantly freezes up "Gwen? Are you okay?" You asked, knowing immediately something was off.

"She wouldn't," she says, and then braces herself.

"So with words by Gwen, performance by me, enjoy."

She cleared her throat before beginning "Okay so I've been trying to ignore them. But they're just so cute! I know it's been forever since we've seen each other and in that time they have gotten so hot! Out of all my childhood friends, of course it had to be them."

Gwen dashes away from the bleachers, and Heather seems satisfied.

Of course you run after Gwen to comfort her.

She lamented on and on about how you must think she's such a creep now, and was acting like a total school girl, still writing in a diary.

But of course you didn't feel like that at all, this was Gwen you were talking about here. The cool, collected, funny quiet girl, and you were obsessed with her.

You two start getting a little more romantic after that, and Heather seeing her plan to drive a wedge between the two of you did not work realizes she has to get her hands messy and plays a little bit more of a direct role in getting you eliminated.

It's a sorrowful goodbye until you see her again in action.

Bridgette

Reuniting with Bridgette is nothing but vibes.

She's beyond stoked to see you again, and even more stoked to ride the wave with you again.

I imagine the two of you met at the beach, and it was love at first sight for her.

You two click all over again like no time has gone past, and she fills you in on every little thing you've missed.

Things are super cut and dry with Bridgette, no mess, nothing but chillness.

She makes her feelings pretty clear, with some hints and stuff.

She learned her lesson the first time, letting you leave without having ever told you how she really felt hurt in ways she wasn't ready to feel again.

But if you don't pick up on it she'll just flat out tell you.

"I'm not doing this cause you're my team mate, I'm doing it cause I like you. You dork."

"I like you too Bridge, you know that."

"Not like that-!" She exclaimed, splashing you playfully, rocking the canoe as she did "-like like like you."

You stare at her in disbelief for a moment.

"what?!" you exclaim.

"Do you not feel the same?" She frowned.

"No I do... I just wasn't expecting-" she cuts you off tackling you rocking the whole boat as she does.

The rest is history and you two are pretty much inseparable from that point onward.

Up until World Tour, where Alejandro starts becoming a plane wide problem.

He tries targeting you at first, but youre so in love with Bridgette he can't get any headway.

But Bridgette being stuck on an opposing team leaves her exposed to his manipulation, he lies about you and makes her question her loyalty.

After she gets stuck to a pole, you find her, but when she explains what happened you just feel so hurt and betrayed that you leave her in the dust (or well, snow).

After a world tour it takes a lot of apologizing and healing to get over what happened between the two of you but you're both determined to make it work so you both put your strongest foot forward and work at it.

Heather

Heather is absolutely stunned when she sees you.

You greet her excitedly when she hits you with a "hello? Earth to nerd, I don't know you!"

That's enough to keep you away from her for a while.

She 100% is only pretending not to know who you are, but what choice did she have? She couldn't risk her feelings for you returning and ruining her chances at winning.

Close tender friendships like you used to have were bad for her image now, she had an impression to keep in this competition and she'd be dead in the ground before she let you or anyone else come in the way of that.

Her tenderness for you starts to show through and through though, you know her like the back of your hand, still, even after all these years.

You'd recognize those glances anywhere, and you knew it meant more than just being a strong team mate when she would point out all the ways in which you did well in the challenges. She was trying to keep you in the game.

The two of you never have any heart to hearts, nothing like that anyways.

She never reveals that she does remember you, not even as you watch her fade into the horizon on the boat of losers.

World tour she's more determined than ever, you've never seen her so deranged to win.

I'd imagine the love triangle would have more to do with her and Alejandro then you and anyone else.

She becomes torn between the two of you, and the inherit struggle in trying to pick over someone who actually matched her wit, and her childhood best friend and longest crush.

She makes her decision when she inevitably votes you out.

"Heather... you voted for me?" You asked, heart breaking, eyes already feeling wet.

She scoffs, "Don't take it so personally."

You sniffle a little bit, and then shake your head "I should've known better than to fall for your two faced snake self twice." You spit.

And with that you're gone.

She's not stupid, she's not forgetful either, and you knew that she knew just what "twice" really meant.

But she'd dug her grave now, she would just have to hope it could hold a million bucks.

Duncan

The meeting with him is very awkward I'd imagine.

He'd likely pretend not to know you until he can get a moment alone with you.

I would imagine he's largely embarrassed of your relationship due to the fact that he met you before his Juvie days, and you were one of the only people who had known him before he became nothing more than a delinquent.

So yeah, he's hell bent on making sure people don't find out about you two knowing each other.

But we all know deep down Duncan is a totally sweetie, even if it is deep, deep, deep down. His affection for you is bound to show one way or another.

Ever the observant one I'm sure it was Courtney who noticed first, marveling at how strange it was that you two of all people had romantic feelings for each other.

She urged the two of you together, subtly, attempting to be your sort of wingman, unbeknownst to even you.

Eventually Duncan works towards getting her voted out because of this, he's so obsessed with keeping his bad boy persona he'd do just about anything in this competition to keep it up. Even risk losing a million big ones.

You knew something was fishy about Courtney getting voted, but you couldn't put your finger on what. At least not until you heard him in the confessionals.

"I had to get that Courtney chick voted out, she was getting too close. I hate people who get to close,"

"Duncan!" you exclaim.

You can hear him mutter curses from the outhouse.

"Forget it! You know I can't believe I was actually starting to like you again!"

After that it's a nonstop battle for Duncan to win back your affections.

I would imagine the love triangle would consist of you, Duncan, and of course, Courtney.

She would start falling for you based on the way you shamelessly defended her despite your feelings for Duncan.

Only problem for you was those feelings hadn't exactly gone away since last season, and you were still very much into him.

You three fight a lot, and are the reason all three of you end up going home.

Which leaves nothing but time to work out your messy feelings for Duncan, and his for you.

But maybe time is really all the two of you need.

Izzy

Izzy is a bit of a wild card (obviously).

I feel like reuniting with her is just super duper chaotic, and very overwhelming at first.

She wants to fill you in on every little detail in her life within the same second she sees you again.

But you remember how to rein her in, she really hasn't changed much from the chaotic messy kid she was. (save for being a criminal now (whoops!)).

You being in the challenge with her would keep her much more rallied and motivated towards an understandable goal.

She can feel those intimate feelings creeping back, but she isn't shy with it.

I imagine she probably would've confessed to you once before, when you first moved, only neither of you wanted to try out long distance and thought it might only ruin what a good friendship you had. So through your move you decided to just stay friends.

You don't get long to sit and wonder about if those feelings still linger for her as they do for you when she abruptly asks

"So hey, are you interested in dating during the competition?" she asked, sitting beside you, anything but shy.

"What?"

Izzy was nothing if not explorative, she collected new experiences like pokemon cards, and she wanted to live fully every part of life.

"It might be a little bit messy. But I think maybe it could work, if all that was keeping you was distance the first time... well... I'm here now."

She stares at you with an expectant kind of rare almost nervous look, and though the confession is anything but picturesque, with her, it's perfect.

I think the love triangle would come in with her next season with maybe Alejandro falling for you.

Hard to say whether his attempts at flirting are due to advancing in the game, or genuine attraction. Either way you have trouble picking up on it, especially when things are going so well with Izzy.

I wouldn't say Izzy isn't a jealous person, I just think she could fall either way, depending on the person, depending on the day, the humidity in the air, basically on nothing at all. She's nothing if not erratic.

With Alejandro, she might be inclined to threaten him with her license to kill depending on her mood, and depending on what he tries to pull with you.

Cody

The reunion with Cody is one that is very heartfelt, and he instantly lights up upon seeing you.

You can see that he's fairly committed to his "too cool for school" schtick, so having any genuine connection with him might be a little tricky.

He's one person I feel like would have definitely tried to keep in contact with, it wasn't anything like every day phone calls, but the two of you had definitely spent at least some time sending letters back and forth.

So when you too meet there isn't a lot of catching up to do, only some.

He's overall very excited to see you back, and you know him enough to know that, even if he's refusing to show it.

You can feel those creeping feelings sneak up on you until the hit you smack in the face during one of the challenges.

"Cody!" you exclaimed during one of the challenges as he hit the ground hard.

"I'm fine," he lied, his voice strangled, the wind having been knocked out of him wholly.

You helped him up, and picked up a piece of paper that had tumbled out of his pocket and went bouncing a few feet.

At first you mistake it for trash, but with the way that even injured and put out Cody grabs for it, you figure it must be something good.

You were due for a little bit of teasing when you decided to open it, only to realize that it was a letter from you.

It's an old one, a really old one, perhaps even the first one you'd ever sent.

"Uhhh... how'd that get in there!?" He exclaims, swiping it out of your hands which are too stunned to fight against it.

Realization dawns on you just as quickly, there is only one reason he'd would've kept that with him after all those years.

"Oh my god Cody, you like me!"

The rest is history, and you two start dating among the challenges.

The conflict would come with Sierra I would think, who's hell bent on breaking you two apart.

All of her attempts fall flat unfortunately for her, and you two stand as one of the more healthy and strong relationships within the show.

[wexhappyxfew]

the silver bullets but if they were a baseball team

hi and hello my friends. as u all know (and possibly see from my page) i've grown up a huge philadelphia sports fan all my life, and with the nfl season starting up and mlb season coming to a close (and my phillies in the postseason!) i decided that this was necessary as a development for the silver bullets girls as we have a big enough crew to get a full starting lineup and starting pitcher (along with our coach/manager birdie faulkner, rip queen!) PLEASE ENJOY!!!

silver bullet's team (baseball) manager: birdie 'cap'n' faulkner

no doubt birdie faulkner (in this AU i guess?!) would be alive and well and a damn-good manager for the silver bullets ball club. she's a natural-born leader, would probably actively fight any other team if someone messed with her girls and is undoubtedly someone who wants to do whatever it takes to win. when she used to play, she was one of the most efficient players at first base. in her 5th year as manager for the silver bullets. the girls call her cap'n - she's the leader of this time in every way possible.

(main) pitcher: carrie 'bergie' achterberg

1st starting rotation pitcher for the silver bullets is carrie achterberg, affectionately known by the team, her fellow players, and the fans as bergie. when bergie is up on the mound and pitching for her team, defense knows they can win if they can put up the numbers on offense. bergie is reliable, a fan-favorite despite her obvious stubbornness that is apparent even on the TV screen or radio (if you were to say, when the fans see bergie like that, they know she's passionate about her team and about winning). in her 4th year of a 10 year contract with the silver bullets. a pretty efficient left-hand pitcher (LHP) on the mound.

1st base: bessie 'bes' carlisle

1st basemen bessie carlisle is one of the voices of the team that's been there ever since birdie faulkner got the group together. originally was in the minor leagues for a few years before the silver bullets organization picked her up for their AAA (Triple A) minor league. she played a few games, put up some good numbers, was efficient at the plate, and consistently driving in runs. she played out the rest of her second season in the majors for the silver bullets and was signed to a major league contract for 5 years thereafter. in her 4th year of her 5 year contract with the silver bullets. bes not only is beloved by the fans, but her jersey usually is in the top three with sales! leads an organization that raises money to get kids into baseball, softball, etc...!

2nd base: marjorie 'margie' harlowe

2nd basemen majorie harlowe had one of the most productive rookie seasons after getting drafted by the silver bullets 3 years prior. a few years in the minors did her well and after successfully getting called-up into the majors with high expectations, she soared. still on her rookie contract, she continued to have productive at-bats through spring training and has high expectations for the new season. she quickly gained a large fanbase, is usually in the clubhouse with the best playlists for postgame wins or practice, and had one of the most memorable postgame interviews where she proceeded to tearfully recall the double ground-out, final out, (in which she caught the ball, got the out at second, threw the ball to bessie carlisle and proceeded to scream with joy) that sent the silver bullets into the previous postseason, while equally rambling and interjecting with a thousand different ways to say 'oh-my-god'. safe to say, margie is a fan-favorite. in her 2nd year with the silver bullets, on her rookie contract.

3rd base: vivian 'viv' ratcliff

tall, lean, a bit quiet, but one of the most improved of the team, 3rd basemen vivian ratcliff led the league in the previous season in RBIs and hopes to make the same impact moving forward into the season. she spent multiple years in the minors, before getting called up a few seasons back when one of their infielders went down and was injured the rest of the season. she stayed on a rookie contract for a few years, before she was signed onto a 4 year contract. is most widely known for her defense at third base, along with her rather hilarious postgame tweets that the fans can't seem to get enough of. in her 4th year of her 4-year contract with the silver bullets. viv has joined multiple pregame and postgame interviews and usually has quite the opinion on batting practice - key-word 'just hit the damn-ball'.

shortstop: kennedy 'kenny' farley

shortstop kennedy farley was once told as a kid that she couldn't play shortstop - it was too hard, it was the hardest defensively to play, and she wasn't good enough for the spot. she played her way into the draft, through the minors and became one of the most efficient shortstops in the league. longtime boyfriend, john egan, always says how he knew she'd be one of the best (and she usually tells him off, but secretly appreciates it more than anything). passionate player, has great at-bats, leads the team in homeruns (HRs), and has gotten in a FEW near-fights with other teams (usually defending other members of the silver bullets). in year 3 of her 4-year contract with the silver bullets. kenny has the second-highest selling jersey of team history! best friends with margie harlowe - people call the two sunshine and storm duo!

catcher: annie 'the LT' bradshaw

just signed onto a 5-year contract with the silver bullets and traded from her previous organization, the RPs, catcher annie bradshaw finds herself in a new position - not only needing to gain the trust of her teammates, but of her pitchers. not only needing to call a game, but call a winning game with her pitchers. the silver bullets signed her because of her intelligence at the plate, her ability to throw people out caught stealing bases, and her rather productive at bats that get pitchers throwing full counts, before sending a ball into the field. and she easily reads a field and communicates that with her pitchers. in her 1st year of her 5-year contract with the silver bullets. affectionately called the LT, or lieutenant by the girls because of her willingness to lead and step up to the plate, while also being focused, alert, and disciplined. highly respected around the league.

left field: marianne 'mari' salinger

outfielder marianne salinger was brought up from the minor leagues when left-fielder matilda kerkering went down with a torn achillies. on her rookie contract, mari assisted with getting the silver bullets into the postseason previously with her ability to turn a few hits into big moments, with RBIs or base-hits whenever she can make it happen. through her second year, she struggled with her at-bats and was sent back to the minors for assignment. she worked hard, improved and came back with a huge fan reception and succeeded highly throughout the rest of the season. in her third season, injury plagued her capabilities to play and she finished out the season only playing 1/8 of the games. now in her fourth year, and having just signed a 3-year contract, she's hoping to make a bigger impact and big a key-player for her teammates. close friends with francis montez, having both started in the minors together, with francis being called up a few months previous. in her 4th year with the silver bullets, in the first year of her contract. mari gave the spring training hype speech for the training and finished it off far-too emotional and it sent the team into tears.

center field: judy 'rib-ee' rybinski

rookie outfielder judy rybinski is one of the fastest outfielders of the league. she catches pop-ups and fly-outs that you see on TV and think 'yeah there's no way you can catch that' - and she DOES. it is her first year in the majors, after having been drafted by the silver bullets two years ago and spending some time putting in the work in the minors. now, in her first major league season, she's already put up efficient numbers and given solid at-bats. her stellar defense from the minors has already shown itself on the field, but at times she's struggled to really see the ball and gets far more strikeouts than she would've liked. BUT, she works hard before games, usually having batting practice by herself or with guidance from bradshaw and carlisle. she's a fan favorite, with many tweets trending after games simply stating 'JUDY RYBINSKI MUST BE PROTECTED', and currently has the highest selling jersey on the team, along with high expectations. in her first year of her rookie contract. rib-ee comes from her childhood tee-ball league when she consistently hit the most RBIs or RIB-Es. it seemed to stick! :)

right field: paulina 'pauli/stag' stagliano

outfielder paulina stagliano, admittedly, has more of a carefree, nonchalant, possibly too-sarcastic personality for baseball, but she makes it work??!?! she finished her contract on a previous team, became a free agent, and signed with the silver bullets on a 5-year contract and didn't really meet the expectations she was supposed to have in her first year. poor at-bats, occasional injury, and struggles in the outfield. she worked through the offseason and spring training and found her stride and in her second-year, in the first game, hit a walk-off homerun that gave one of the most beloved postgame interviews constantly recalled by the team and by carrie achterberg herself [achterberg stating she'd never seen pauli or the stag so emotional yet pissed off at the same time while having the gatorade cooler dumped over her head]. a beloved player by the fans, leading an established organization for veterans like her father needing support for aid, housing and food, she finds herself heading into her 3rd year of her 5-year contract with the silver bullets.

DH: francis 'monty' montez

designated hitter francis montez stepped up to expectations and succeeded them in full. back in college, she quickly rose through the ranks as a freshmen and got first spot as DH over the original DH who'd been on the college team for a few years. with such high expectations, she got much more hate than was bargained for - therefore, she continued to work, develop her character, her capability to play ball, her work at-bat and at the plate, and got drafted by the silver bullets and quickly got called up to the majors after a few months in the minors. a natural spokeswoman for the silver bullet screw, she signed an 8-year contract with the silver bullets and has entered her 4th year on the team. affectionately called monty, the TV and/or radio announcers typically call 'THERE GOES MONTY' every time she hits a homer that's out of the ballpark. yeah, there's shirts with the quote, signs, kids usually have her sign it on jerseys and shirts, too. they even have a drink in the ballpark called the monty - alcoholic and nonalcoholic. increased revenue for the sillver bullets exponentially because of both her character, her fame and her fanbase at the ballpark that couldn't wait to come see what monty could do at the plate!

yeah....THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!!! :D

[stunie]

Oops sorry for staring at you 😞

Am eating lunch rn—a hodgepodge of fried rice, fried sunny side up, taco seasoning, cucumber vinegar, and oyster sauce (delish 😋), while thinking of 101 ways to kill suo (with love) 🫢🤭 hbu? How's your day?

is that me being pet.

[raeflora]

take your time, think a lot (think of everything you've got)

[Dan needs fatherhood advice from the one person he never expected it from ♡ rated t ♡ please let me know if you want a part 2!!]

Being a parent is the single greatest thing Chuck has ever done. Well, that and marrying Blair, but the two things are so intrinsically linked that there's no way of thinking of one without the other. It's also the most challenging thing, especially when you're doing it by yourself.

Chuck feels his eye twitch again, despite the fact that the carrot sticks are going down much better than the sweet potato as Henry's preferred healthy lunchtime snack. That's the main problem, though, as half of the plate seems determined to go on the floor. He tries to bring the plate closer to the edge of the table, so Henry's little fingers don't have as far to reach, but his son pouts like his mother and insists he can handle it.

The hummus falls off his carrot stick onto his neatly pressed trousers, and Chuck quickly scoops him onto his lap.

"Sorry daddy" Henry sniffles as Chuck wipes before a stain can form, carrot stick still clutched in his hand.

"It's alright Henry" he soothes, kissing the top of his head "let's get you cleaned up before we go to the park later"

Henry nods, and as they walk upstairs it occurs to Chuck that there's still at least three hours until Blair comes back. It's not that he doesn't enjoy spending time with Henry, quite the opposite, it's simply that looking after a bright and energetic three-year-old is far easier when there's two of you. Not including Dorota, obviously, who helpfully brings Henry clean and far more park appropriate trousers without any question.

They pass the time by playing with Henry's many toys in their living room, Chuck sitting on the floor and not caring if his suit gets crumpled. The sound of Henry's laughter is far more important and precious than anything material could ever be.

"Is it time for the park yet?" Henry asks, driving a wooden car up and down Chuck's leg, eyes alight like Blair's.

"Not yet"

Henry pauses for a moment, sliding Chuck his beloved toy in an attempt at a bribe, "is it time now?"

"No" Chuck laughs, pulling Henry into his lap to tickle him, "you can't bribe me like mommy"

"Mommy said" Henry says in between giggles, "mommy said that giving presents shows you love someone"

"That's true, mommy's very smart"

"I love you" Henry says sweetly.

Chuck kisses Henry's cheek loudly making him laugh more, "I love you too"

"Can we go to the park now?" Henry tries again.

Chuck relents, lifting Henry up into the air with a roar, "because you're so clever, yes"

It takes them another half an hour to even get to their foyer, and the twitch in Chuck's eye is back. Although Blair calling him to say she could meet them at the park was a much needed reprieve, Henry deciding that he could do everything himself wasn't. He's been sitting on the chair in their foyer trying to put his own shoes on for what feels like an hour, but is almost certainly only five minutes, and Chuck kneels down in front of him, taking one sock clad foot into his hand.

"Daddy I can do it on my own" Henry cries, a frown on his little face that makes Chuck feel like he's looking in a mirror, "I'm big now"

"Yes you are" Chuck says smoothly, resting Henry's foot on his leg as he picks up a shoe, "but we won't be there to meet mommy unless we leave now"

"But I wanna do it" Henry protests, Blair's pout forming once again on his lips.

"You can do it next time, and then mommy can see what a big and clever boy you are too"

Henry relents at that, offering his foot willingly. Chuck sighs. Maybe, just maybe, if nothing else happens they can get to the park on time.

The doorbell rings, and Dorota opens it to reveal Dan Humphrey. Chuck swallows every curse word he knows.

"Hi Humphrey" Henry chirps as Chuck slides his other shoe on.

"Hey!" Dan says, and Chuck sees his eyes take in the scene in front of him, "oh were you guys heading out? Because I kinda wanted, well, needed, to talk to you about something"

"We are" Chuck confirms, trying to get Henry's knitted hat over his unruly hair to ward off the early February chill.

"Oh, uh, I can come back or-"

"No need" Chuck grunts as he stands, Monkey standing from his perch on the floor next to Henry as well.

Dan stands in their doorway, confusion evident, while Chuck rummages in the coat closet. He emerges with Henry's stroller and loops the strap of the bag containing the carefully selected snacks for the ducks and other toddler essentials around the handle. He pushes it towards Dan, taking Henry's hand in his as he goes, who stares blankly at him.

"What's this for?"

"Henry" Chuck says with a hopefully convincing amount of patience, "you're coming with us"

"Uh isn't Henry getting kind of big for this?"

"Trust me" Chuck says, taking Monkey's lead in his now free hand and finally heading for the door.

"How do-" Dan pauses as Chuck shuts the door behind them, "how do you get this down the steps?"

"You carry it"

"But it's so" Dan gestures as Chuck and Henry make their way down, "big. And heavy. Don't you have someone to carry this for you?"

"That would be you" Chuck quips and Henry giggles.

"Right" Dan laughs.

He makes it down the steps, and the three of them set off for Central Park. Henry chatters happily as he walks in between Chuck and Dan, telling them all about how he and Blair are going to feed the ducks and how he and Monkey are going to find treasure. Dan pulls his coat tighter around him.

"Are you cold Humphrey?" Henry asks, looking up at him, "why don't you have a hat? It's important to dress properly" he says, clearly repeating his parents' words.

"I'm alright. And your dad doesn't have one either" Dan teases, finally somewhat able to joke with them.

"Daddy's too handsome for one, that's what mommy says" Henry says simply but with care, "it can make your hair look nice or- or it makes it go poof" he mimes with his free hand.

Dan laughs, "I think my hair's ok,"

Henry pulls on Chuck's leg, and he wordlessly lifts him up, adjusting him with practiced ease in one arm. His little face is level with Dan's, and he squints up at his hair.

"It looks fuzzy, like Elmo" Henry giggles.

"You like Elmo" Chuck laughs softly.

"But you shouldn't wanna look like him" Henry giggles again.

"You know this isn't the first time my hair's been compared to a Muppet" Dan chimes in with, "well, Muppet-adjacent, so maybe you're onto something"

Chuck sets Henry back on the ground and they resume their walk. Henry swings his and Chuck's entwined hands, falling silent for a moment and taking in the sights and sounds all around him. Chuck takes the opportunity to address Dan directly.

"So what did you need to talk to me about?" He drawls, gently pulling Monkey's lead back to slow him down.

Dan exhales, shoving one hand in his pocket, "well it's, uh, it's this" he gestures with his free hand, "Fatherhood"

Chuck half laughs, "that's a broad subject for a Friday afternoon, Humphrey. Besides, if you want advice on raising a child in Brooklyn surely your own father would be more helpful"

Now it's Dan's turn to laugh, "maybe, but you're the only other guy I know my own age who has a kid. And, you know, you're pretty good at this"

"Daddy" Henry interrupts before Chuck can respond, pulling at his hand, "can I walk with Monkey?"

"Hold his leash tightly, please, and be gentle"

Henry nods, "I will"

He runs ahead a few steps, taking Monkey's lead in his little hand and stroking his head with exaggerated care. Chuck is fairly certain that he also tells Monkey he loves him, but he could also be telling him that Dan looks like a Muppet. Either way Chuck's proud of his boy.

"What's prompted this sudden thirst for paternal knowledge?" Chuck says, steering his attention back to Dan.

"Serena's halfway through her pregnancy today, and it hit me that we're going to have a baby in the exact same amount of time it took to just get here and, I don't know, I feel so" he pauses, flexing his grip on the stroller handle, "unready"

"There are books for this, you know"

"I know but it's not the same as, uh, real life knowledge"

"True" Chuck concedes, keeping an eye on Henry walking up front, "in that case ask away"

Dan takes a breath, and Chuck sees the nerves flicker across his face. There was a time when the sheer idea of Dan Humphrey needing advice from Chuck Bass would've been unthinkable. But now, they're here, and it doesn't feel like the most insane thing in the world anymore.

"Is it as disgusting as everyone makes it seem?" Dan says abruptly, "I know when Georgina made me look after Milo it was, uh, unpleasant but is it always like that?"

"Humphrey" Chuck starts, glancing over at Henry who's still happily talking to Monkey, "you're going to being covered in every fluid and substance you can imagine. You think you won't, but you will. This is of more concern for Serena's clothing than yours-"

Dan huffs out a laugh.

"You're not going to sleep, so you'll never be sure what smell is coming from your baby and what's coming from you. Of course if you don't sleep then obviously that means your baby isn't either, so be prepared for the hours and hours of crying on top of everything else"

"Of course" Dan echoes, fear evident in his eyes.

Henry interrupts before Chuck can continue, "I see the park! Daddy we're there!"

"We are. Come back and hold my hand to cross the street please"

Henry runs back and links his fingers with Chuck's again, before turning his head up to beam at his father. Chuck squeezes his hand gently.

"Good boy. Did you and Monkey have fun?"

"Uh-huh" Henry nods, looking up at Dan curiously, "are you ok Humphrey? You look sick"

"I'm fine" Dan assures him, smile not quite convincing.

They cross the street in silence, and as soon as they enter Central Park Henry starts avidly looking around, taking in the way the wind makes the leaves on the ground dance and the chatter of everyone around. There is one sight he is trying to find in particular, though.

"Is mommy here yet?" he asks, gazing up at Chuck.

"I'm sure she will be soon. Come on let's get to the ducks, you brought them special food didn't you?"

"Yeah. I don't want Monkey to scare the duckies though" Henry trails off, little eyebrows creasing.

"I'm sure they'll be fine. Right Humphrey?"

"Huh?"

Chuck stares expectantly at him, waiting for him to realise that this would be an excellent chance to test his parental skills. What little he has, that is.

"Oh, uh, sure. I don't think they'd let you bring dogs near the duck pond if it was dangerous. I mean, you can never be certain, you know, things happen-" he quickly registers Henry's wide eyes and Chuck's glare that could cut him in two, "but it's really unlikely, Monkey's a great dog so don't worry"

Henry nods, somewhat satisfied and pulls Chuck towards the nearing duck pond. As they come to a stop Chuck unzips the bag still hanging from the stroller and pulls out the bags of seeds and oats and sweetcorn and lettuce. Henry bounces excitedly next to him.

"The duckies are gonna love this" he whispers in awe as Chuck gently gives him a handful of seeds.

"Ok be careful. Remember how mommy showed you to throw them in?"

"Yeah"

Chuck and Dan stand just to the side as Henry starts happily feeding the ducks, still within easy reach in case he gets too close to the pond. Dan watches with less ease than Chuck, his eyes still fearful and mind clearly full of horror stories. Chuck clears his throat.

"About what I said earlier"

"That fatherhood is terrifying and disgusting and I'm completely unprepared?"

"You said the last part, not me. But it's not just that. Yes it's exhausting and difficult, but it's rewarding, and beautiful, and fast. You think they'll stay like that forever and then they're walking and talking and you wonder what happened to the baby who refused to let go of you and couldn't sleep without you there" Chuck takes a breath, "although your baby won't remember any of it, you will, so don't focus only on the hard parts, focus on what your baby needs and do what's best for them. That's what fatherhood is"

Dan glances across at him, eyes sparkling, "you really do have a heart in there, don't you"

"You don't have to sound so surprised"

"Are you sure you don't want to write a book?" he teases.

"That's your job"

Dan exhales, bending over to rest his chin on the top of the stroller.

"Did you really need to bring this?" Dan asks after a moment, half muffled by his position, "Henry seems fine walking"

"It's not for now. It's for when he gets tired halfway home and refuses to be carried, because he will" Chuck smirks, "that's also fatherhood, Humphrey, anticipating what your child needs before they do because you've been in this exact position a hundred times"

At that point Henry hurries over to show his now empty hands, grinning eagerly up at his father. Chuck starts opening the bag again, but is interrupted by Henry's gasp. If he was smiling before he's positively beaming now.

"Mommy!" he cries, dashing over to where Blair has walked up behind them.

"There's my favourite boy" she coos.

She crouches to hug him, her 7 month pregnant bump making it significantly harder but she perseveres. Henry's arms go around her neck and she holds him as tightly as she can, and when she has to stand up he presses his little hands to her bump in search of his new favourite greeting.

"Can you feel your sister saying hello?" she asks as Henry stares intently at his hands, placing her own on top of his to make sure he's in the right place.

"Yeah" he presses his face closer to their joined hands to whisper, "it's me Henry"

Blair smiles fondly at him and takes his hand in her own before turning her attention to her husband, and startles at the sight of Dan still lounging against the stroller.

"Humphrey" she says uncertainly, smoothing out her dress as he gives her a one handed wave, "I didn't know you were coming. Is Serena here too?"

Dan shakes his head, "just me. I needed some help with fatherhood advice and couldn't think of anyone better to ask"

"Well for once, you're not wrong" Blair teases, coming to kiss Chuck, but Henry pulls her towards the duck pond before she can.

"Mommy the duckies need food" he pouts, tugging at her hand.

"They do, sweetheart" Blair soothes before anything can escalate, "why don't you get Humphrey to help you while I talk to daddy?"

Henry nods, happily roping Dan into giving him more duck food. Chuck hands Monkey's lead off as Dan walks around the stroller, ignoring his look of confusion as he grapples with the idea of dealing with a toddler and a dog, and finally focuses on his wife.

Blair smiles, leaning up to resume their interrupted kiss, "hi" she murmurs as they break apart.

"Hey" Chuck kisses her again, bringing his hands from her waist to her bump, "and hello to you too" he whispers.

"How have my boys been today?" Blair asks, softly running her fingers across his jaw.

"Better, now you're here" he captures her hand and kisses it, "But Henry's been good. He tried to bribe me, compared Dan to Elmo and he's been excited for the ducks all day" he pauses at Blair's giggle, "Now, how are my girls?"

Blair hums happily, "we're fine. The meeting with the new supplier ran over, but now I'm officially on maternity leave. Ah-" she winces slightly, placing her hand on her bump, "and someone's very happy about that"

"She's not the only one" Chuck says softly, resting his hands on top of hers.

Henry laughs, drawing their attention back to the duck pond. They watch him for a moment, Chuck running his hand up and down her arm gently. Dan looks less stiff than he did before, hands coated in seeds.

"So, have you scared Humphrey into rethinking fatherhood?" Blair asks playfully, running her hand around his waist to his lower back.

"Almost" Chuck responds smoothly, "but he wanted to know the truth about what it was like"

Blair's voice is soft as she speaks, "And what is it like?"

"This" he says, simply and honestly.

Blair hums contentedly, tipping her head up to steal another kiss before relieving Dan of duck duty. He walks back to Chuck, offering Monkey's lead, and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"There's one more piece of advice I forgot to tell you earlier" Chuck says, adjusting Monkey's lead in his hand.

Dan raises his eyebrows, "I, uh, I thought we pretty much covered everything"

"You're not doing this alone" Chuck says firmly, gaze drifting to Blair and Henry, "every difficulty that comes with fatherhood, every ruined shirt and sleepless night is made easier because you have someone to share it with. You and Serena are equals in this, and that's what being a parent is"

"I'm just gonna ask one more time are you sure you don't want to write a book-"

"Don't ruin this"

Dan laughs, clapping a hand on Chuck's shoulder. He drops it back down like he's been burnt. Baby steps, after all.

"Well I should get back to Serena, she's probably done with Lily by now. This was surprisingly fun, though. We're probably gonna be doing this more often since our kids are cousins, so this was good practice"

"If you need anymore advice you know where to find me, but don't make me come to Brooklyn for it"

"Of course" Dan laughs, "bye guys" he calls across to Blair and Henry.

"Bye Humphrey" Henry waves, Blair waving too.

With one more nod to Chuck he walks off, leaving the three of them content to spend the afternoon together. Henry feeds the ducks until there is no more food to offer, and then watches them swim around as his parents hold each of his little hands. Once he's satisfied that the ducks are happy he sets off with Monkey to find treasure, Blair taking the opportunity to sit down.

As the late afternoon glow comes across the sky, and after Henry safely collects his treasure of flowers and stones, the former of which he offers to Blair who graciously accepts such a precious offering, they make their way back home. Chuck tries to carry Henry as he starts to grow tired, but as expected he protests that he's far too big to be carried home. He settles Henry in the stroller easily, his eyes already drooping, and takes Blair's hand in his own.

They approach their townhouse in a comfortable quiet, Henry napping peacefully.

Blair breaks their silence gently, "You were right earlier, this is definitely what makes being parents worth it" she sighs, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Ten minutes of peace and quiet?"

She playfully rolls her eyes, "having time like this with you and our children, Basshat"

"Careful Waldorf" he teases, a real smile forming on his lips, "our daughter can hear you"

"And we heard what you said to Humphrey. I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else, Chuck. It wouldn't be possible"

"And I wouldn't want to" he replies, cupping her chin between his fingers as they stop outside their home, "you gave us everything we need and more"

Blair kisses him, slowly and sweetly, before pulling back, mischievous smile on her lips, "maybe you were right about having some quiet time, too. I think we might just be able to take full advantage of it before Henry wakes up"

Chuck hums in agreement, dipping his head before kissing Blair's cheek and moving around to unbuckle Henry. Their little boy stirs slightly as Chuck passes him to Blair, balancing him on her bump as best she can as they ascend the stairs.

Being a parent truly is the greatest thing he's ever done, Chuck thinks, and no matter how hard it is he knows it's worth it. Because there isn't any feeling that can compare to what blooms in his stomach as he watches Blair carry Henry inside, and that's his favourite part of being a father without a doubt.

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nikolai seems quite happy today!

[gokartkid]

14 and maxiel pls :)))

casually

The grass is dewy and green under his feet as Daniel sighs; the sun creeping over the horizon, soft hands blunting the sharp chill of the winter air. He stretches, hands coming forward and up over his head, a satisfying pull running through his muscles. His head tips back, neck pliant and loose.

He tries to sit in it, the sleep still infusing his body, the slow beating of his heart before he has to kick forward into motion for the day, before he has to go and go and go and not stop. It itches at him; Daniel has never been one for standing still. 

“Hey.”

A hand slides across the small of his back and he looks sideways to see Max smiling, sleepy-eyed and hair tousled. He’s wearing one of Daniel’s too-big hoodies to sleep in, only it’s fitted around his shoulders.

“Hey there yourself.”

His voice sounds scratchy and underused, and he coughs to dislodge the dust of sleep and quiet. 

“What are you doing?”

Max tilts his head to the side, cat-like, open curiosity on his face as he steps closer to press into Daniel’s space, gravitating towards him and caught in orbit. This is the first morning that Max has caught him in this phase, slipping out of the warm cocoon of their bed to go and stand in the field behind his house, toes digging into the wet earth and stretching his body into motion.

“I—“ Daniel’s throat clicks as he yawns, a long drawn out sound. He used to make fun of his dad for his yawns, that he sounded like the oldest most tired-est man in the world. He doesn’t know how it feels that he understands now. He cracks open his eyes just in time to see Max yawn in sympathy, infected, mouth a gaping hole and nose scrunching up between his eyes. “I’m just— well. Having a bit of a nature hippie moment, really, thought this might help me wake up and, you know, seize the day.”

Max nods, looking at him carefully. Daniel is intimately aware of his thumb fitting into the curves of his spine, the way his own body tilts towards Max’s almost sub-consciously. When he kisses Daniel it’s a fleeting thing, warm lips pressing against his cold ones, the hint of morning breath. The sensation on his mouth lingers.

“Alright,” he says, pulling away. He’s steady, even as he picks his way back to the house, “come inside when you’re done. I’ll put the coffee on.”

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@cutedemon576

[houseownerz]

hey, you just got a postcard, wonder who it’s from? :o

[httpiastri]

what is your c ai account name?

@httpiastri !!! not sure if this link works but im putting it here anyway?

[arminsumi]

First request ever: Can you make a story about Gojo, where their both in a relationship but gojo had to end it because he was afraid that she would be in danger?

Thank you! Keep up the good work, I love your stories!!!

LET ME MARRY YOU

↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader

The risk of dating you his too much for him to handle, so he breaks it off, only for him to come back to your doorstep years later and ask: "Let me marry you."

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Note : istg each time i edited this... the wordcount grew lol. i hope u enjoyyy 🥹💗 tysm for enjoying my work it means everything

Warnings : angst -> fluff (?) -> happy ending trust me, Shibuya arc spoilers (Ep 9), manga spoilers (chapter 221)

🍒 More from Jay : Gojo works / Gojo fave works / JJK works / oct. reqs open

The risk of dating you is thrilling when Satoru's just a teenager in puppy love. But as he grows older, and heads into those dreaded 20s, the risk makes him more and more nervous.

What if something happens to you?

He presses kiss after kiss to your forehead and feels his chest tremble, feels his lips quiver, as he refrains from telling you the truth about the Jujutsu world. Satoru just can't do it.

There are so many instances of him saving you from curses that you're oblivious about. He just smiles strangely, and you wonder why he looks like he's just seen a ghost. Because he has, those pretty eyes see ghosts. But those pretty eyes also see you, "What am I looking at?" he responds after you ask why he's looking at you so tenderly, "I'm looking at my future wife." he flirts just to fluster you.

That's at the cafe, when things are still simple. He keeps thinking to himself, as he lays with you in bed some nights;

I want to marry you.

I'm going to marry you.

Please let me be your husband one day.

As if he's trying to manifest it.

Everything is okay-ish... until he gets pangs of fright when your name starts to be known outside of his closed circle of friends.

It's October 11th.

Gojo Satoru breaks up with you.

He leads you to believe that the two of you are just "right person, wrong time". It all hurts an incomprehensible amount for him, to finally cut the string that tethers the two of you together.

He sits on the stairs, head in his hands, mourning.

He starts many mornings with crying spells that last until midday.

He destroys evidence of you and him. In case anyone ever finds it and thus finds your apartment, or work, or college... or anything.

But he can't part with a very special photo. It's you and him in Okinawa, sharing a cheesy kiss at the beach. In the moment this photo was captured, Gojo remembers having whispered some dirty joke in your ear and that's why you smiled so big into his kiss.

He drifts to sleep to the lullaby lovesongs that defined your love.

Years pass, he refuses to even talk to you. The heartbreak worsens with time, he laughs when he realizes that on his 27th birthday.

Isn't time supposed to heal all wounds? Someone said that to him once. Well, they must have been lying without realizing it.

The day Gojo Satoru is sealed, he looks into Suguru's eyes, and remembers you through them. When he resides in that awful prison realm, he only thinks of you you you you you you you oh god he misses you so much that it feels like the very thought of your smile stabs his chest. Every memory is painful. Every flashback puts one more crack in his heart.

"Can't I ever catch a break...?" He laughs to himself, chattering skeletons making their eerie symphony around him.

He thinks. Ponders. Wonders. Broods. Daydreams. All about you. Always about you. Never anything else. Just his first love, from the late spring of his 17th year.

His earthly goddess.

The purpose of his benevolent actions.

He cries. And sobs. And weeps. Because no one can hear him but the skeletons and he's sure they don't mind the sight or sound of a 27 man howling in pain over a lost lover.

It's not just your relationship that he's mourning. But the fact he can't feel you in this cube... that he can't feel your presence in the world... that's worse than the heartbreak. At least through all these years, he's been able to sense your existence. Feel the subtle ripples of your soul no matter how distant you are; you'd be stood in a coffee shop, he'd be at Jujutsu High teaching, and yet feeling you.

Because as he promised to you at 17, "Half my soul is yours. And half your soul is mine. I'll always be with you even if I'm not there."

He has the biggest breakdown of his life in that little cramped suffocating claustrophobic eerie creepy box.

It's 19 days later. He's out. He's back in the world. And he feels the sense of you, your existence, swelling in his chest, tickling his mind, prodding his heart.

"Gojo sensei, where are you headed?"

"I'm gonna go find my other half." he says cryptically.

It's a stark bright day.

Gojo Satoru knocks at your apartment door.

You open it.

He looks at you, and you look at him.

"Hi."

"...hey...? Wow. Haha... you grew into your features, huh?"

Your voice fills his heart with life.

"You too... glad you still live in the same place... I was worried you might have moved out..."

"... Ah, Satoru, you'd be able to find me no matter what corner of the world I resided in."

Your laugh fills his mind with pleasant memories.

There's an a magnetism between you and him just like there always used to be. It feels like two magnets connecting at last, after feeling the distant attraction throughout all these years of distance.

"You're right." Satoru says after a silence of just staring into your eyes.

"I'll always find my way home."

A silence ensues after he says this.

"...haha... don't cry... or I'll cry..."

"... Satoru... I thought of you every day after you left me at the station."

"... me too."

"... why did you leave?"

He stares at you.

"... I was scared of you being in danger."

He gulps.

"Me? In danger? But you're the strongest, why would it matter."

Oh god that's right. You said it then when you were 17, "You're the strongest" and he carried that title with him from then. And now you've said it again. He's reminded. He feels a bit stupid. A bit ridiculous. A bit...

"You're right..." he chokes up. "I am. I could have protected you I guess..."

"... yeah, duh."

He smiles meekly.

It was more complicated than that, sweetheart. But I won't tell you.

He hesitates. He contemplates.

"I have to tell you everything... will you promise to believe everything I say even if it sounds insane?"

"Of course. What is it?"

He inhales deeply. And instead of blurting out his whole life story of being a sorcerer in the Jujutsu world, he just leans in and kisses you hard and truthfully. Cups your cheeks. Closes his eyes. Tastes you like a sweet from his childhood that he hasn't had for years. Presses to you. Takes in your scent.

Yeah yeah... he'll tell you everything in a minute.

But for now just let him kiss you until he runs out of breath.

Let him just...

"Hey..." he pulls away, gasping, "Let me marry you."

"Haha, Satoru..." you take it as a joke and laugh, because it sounds as bizarre and unexpected as one. Then you realize there's that serious look on his face. "... Satoru?"

"Can I?"

"... what?"

"Can I please?"

"... huh??"

"Can I marry you, please?"

He looks at you and waits for your answer. His poor heart. It's palpitating. His whole chest cavity inspires with love for you. This man that you haven't seen in years has just asked if you'll let him marry you — with very specific wording.

Can he? Will you let him?

It's funny in a way, because you think to yourself; this is such a Satoru thing to do... show up unannounced years later on your doorstep and ask for your hand in marriage as if no time has passed, as if you know the full story.

"Satoru... what happened to you throughout these years for you to come back to me and ask for my hand in marriage?" you ask, genuinely baffled.

He swallows slowly. "I know I sound like I've lost my mind. But I promise I haven't."

"That's hard to believe. The Satoru I remember was always on the brink of mania. A bit insane but not quite."

You make him laugh. "Yeah..."

"So are you asking to marry me out of insanity?"

"No."

"Well alright then. I guess I'll marry you."

You make him laugh again, with that funny tone. He hasn't laughed genuinely in years... it's always been that plastic laugh. But this is his genuine laugh. Silky and quiet. The opposite of his demeanor.

"I guess I should be explaining everything to you properly... before I ask you something like that."

"You're damn right..."

"... don't scold me too hard when I tell you all the reasons I left. Or, if you do, then at least hold me while you scold me. And run your fingers through my hair like you used to."

"Satoru."

"Yes?"

His heart throbs. He looks at you.

"Stop standing at the doorway and come inside."

"Oh."

You sigh. He smiles. Then he bows his head so it doesn't hit the top of the doorframe. Damn tiny Tokyo apartments. Your archway always had it out for the crown of his head. You laugh when he bumps into it just like he always used to.

So the two of you sit down and just talk. And talk. Maybe cry a bit. Actually, you cry a lot. And he holds you. And he says he's sorry. He says sorry over and over, as if the word is a bandage he's trying to wrap around all your heartbreak wounds that he caused.

"I'm sorry."

Satoru's apologies aren't easy to come by, and when you receive them, they nurse your heart. It's the gentleness with which he says it, and earnest too. Each successive sorry means more than the last.

"My angel..."

When you call him this after he vents to you about his time in the Prison Realm, and his overwhelming duty of being the strongest, he breaks down completely and just weeps in your arms.

He sobs like you've never heard him sob before, like a dog.

Finally. At least for a moment. He could be weak. Let down his guard. Be raw. Be emotional. Not a teacher. Not a sorcerer. Just your boy. Your Satoru.

Your consolation is all he wanted throughout these years. He looks up at you, eyes red and sore, nose sniffling, and stares at you like he can see your soul.

"...Satoru?"

"Marry me."

You chuckle again.

"If that will stop your tears..." you joke.

He sniffles loudly and swallows, composing himself.

"I thought about marrying you so much when we were together... 'n I tried so hard to bite my tongue when your name nearly rolled off it while talking to my students some days. I was always..."

On the verge of saying your name.

He sniffles long and hard and waits for your hand to weave into his hair.

"Will you think about it?"

"I will."

There's a silence. Satoru feels hopeful. He lays on your chest, arms around you like you're his whole world that he won't dare let go of again.

"There." you say with finality. "I thought about it. Let's get married."

"That took you, like, ten seconds."

You laugh with him. "Yeah... I already knew in my heart when you asked me at the doorway... you know... Satoru... it's funny. When you left, it felt like half my soul was gone. And when you knocked on my doorstep, it felt like I was whole again. Does that sound freaky, or does it tie into all this... Juju... Jujutsu stuff?"

He's silent.

"I have no idea."

"Wow. My future husband isn't knowledgeable at all." you joke.

His heart flutters at 'future husband'.

"Sorry." he says, smiling softly, "My mind is blank when your fingers are running through my hair."

The two of you go on and on, until you're laid in bed sleeping at each other's side. Resting. And god, did Gojo Satoru need a good rest.

In your arms, he's no longer an insomniac.

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[atzaurora]

first… I love your writing so much ^^♡ ♡ ♡ u always have me kicking my feet and giggling

request: i cannot get out of my mind husband!mingi (w a nastyyyy breeding kink) sending the kids away for the weekend and now that you have alone time, him begging and begginggg to fill you up again and have another one of his babies ;; he’s been extra lovey and kissy and touchy on you and lately it’s been especially hard to keep yourself off him and so you take him up on his offer and you fuck like rabbits to make a new baby (/-\)

thankuuu <3

[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] seed of affection

❥ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: Mingi

➤ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem!wife!mom!reader x husband!dad!mingi

➤ 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (smut)

➤ 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: married

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral sex, manual stimulation, slight overstimulation

➤ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Sending the kids away and having the house all to themselves...Mingi can't resist his desire of putting another baby in her...

➤ 𝒘/𝒄: 2.3k

➤ 𝒂/𝒏: Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoy my work :33 loved writing this one a lot so I hope you like it as well! enjoyyy

if you have any ideas or wishes let me know, requests are open

here's my [𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕]!

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[about me] + [guidelines]!

Mingi watched as the car pulled away, carrying your kids off for a weekend adventure at their grandparents’. The excitement of having a few days of uninterrupted time together buzzed between you and your husband, a rare and precious opportunity in the midst of your busy lives. A smile tugged at the corners of Mingi’s mouth as he turned back to you, his eyes darkening with a hunger that had been building for weeks. It had been obvious in the way he sought your touch constantly—resting his hand on your thigh, holding your hand at every opportunity, and stealing kisses whenever he could.

As if unable to resist, Mingi’s hand found yours, his fingers interlocking with yours in a silent declaration of intent. The living room was a mess, strewn with half-packed bags and toys scattered about, remnants of your children’s presence. But none of that mattered now. All that existed was the delicious anticipation crackling in the air between you and him, a tension that had been simmering for far too long.

Without a word, you both moved toward the bedroom, the familiar path feeling charged with new possibilities. The moment you stepped inside, Mingi couldn’t hold back any longer. He pinned you against the wall, his mouth claiming yours in a fiery kiss that sent shockwaves of desire through your body. His hands roamed over your curves with a familiarity that was both comforting and thrilling, each touch sending your pulse racing. You could feel his hardness pressing insistently against your stomach, a silent plea growing more insistent with every second that passed.

Between heated kisses, Mingi’s voice was a low murmur in your ear, sweet nothings mixed with the raggedness of his breath. His fingers worked deftly on the buttons of your blouse, each one undone with a reverence that made your heart flutter. As the fabric slipped from your shoulders and fell to the floor, he paused to drink in the sight of you. His gaze lingered on the swell of your breasts, the gentle curve of your waist, and the desire in his eyes was unmistakable.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion and need. "I want to fill you up. I want to put another baby inside you."

The thought sent a shiver down your spine, the idea of carrying another piece of him within you, growing closer with every breath, was intoxicating. You looked up at him and nodded, your eyes reflecting the depth of your agreement, unable to find words for the feelings surging through you. With a soft groan, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bed with the care of a man who knew exactly how to cherish his most precious treasure.

As he laid you down, the mattress dipped beneath your weight, its softness enveloping you like a lover’s embrace. Mingi hovered over you, his eyes locked onto yours as he removed the last barriers between you. His kisses grew more urgent, his touch more demanding, yet still filled with the love that had always been the foundation of your relationship.

His hands slid down to your thighs, pushing them apart with a gentle force that made your breath hitch. His fingers traced the delicate lace of your underwear, teasing you with light touches before finally sliding the fabric off, revealing your slick, waiting folds. He groaned against your neck, his breath hot and ragged as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through your entire body. He began kissing a path down your stomach, his lips brushing over your skin in a way that made you squirm with anticipation. His breath was warm and damp against your inner thighs, heightening the tension that was already winding tight within you.

You reached for his belt, eager to return the favor, your hands trembling slightly as you unbuckled it. With a quick tug, his pants fell to the floor, and his erection sprang free, thick and hard. Wrapping your hand around him, you felt him pulse in your grip, his eyes closing briefly before snapping back to yours, a silent challenge that made your heart race.

Mingi settled between your legs, his mouth tracing a line of kisses from your navel down to your inner thigh. His breath hovered over your core, the anticipation nearly unbearable. When his tongue finally met your clit, you gasped, your back arching off the bed as pleasure flooded your senses. He took his time, savoring every taste, every reaction, his movements slow and deliberate, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge.

With a growl of satisfaction, he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just so to hit that spot that made you see stars. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out, your eyes squeezed shut as you focused on the sensations building within you. His thumb circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to send you spiraling over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless and trembling beneath him.

But Mingi wasn’t finished. He kissed his way back up your body, leaving a trail of hickeys along your neck and chest, each one a claim, a reminder of this moment. When he reached your mouth, he claimed it again, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his fingers as they moved within you, driving you wild with need. You could feel the urgency of his desire, his erection pressing insistently against your thigh.

With a wicked grin, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, tasting you with a hum of approval. "So sweet," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, his cock slick with your arousal. With one deep, slow thrust, he filled you completely, making you gasp at the sudden fullness.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he began to move. Each stroke was deep and deliberate, his hips rolling in a rhythm that had you panting and moaning his name. His eyes never wavered from yours, the intensity of his gaze sending bolts of pleasure through your body. You could feel another climax building within you, your muscles tightening around him, pulling him deeper.

Mingi leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was as possessive as it was loving. His hand found your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple into a tight peak as he continued to thrust into you. "You’re going to take every drop," he whispered, his voice a dark promise that sent shivers down your spine. "I’m going to fill you up and make sure you carry my baby."

His words pushed you closer to the brink, the idea of him filling you, of creating another life together, sending you spiraling into another orgasm. You shattered beneath him, your walls clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless.

Mingi’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening as he chased his own release. "That’s it, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with emotion. "Gonna fill you up nicely, alright?" He thrusted into you one last time, his cock twitching as his orgasm hit, his cum spilling inside you with a low, guttural moan. "Oh, fuck, there we go, angel," he whimpered, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

As the intensity of the moment began to fade, Mingi slowly pulled out, his eyes never leaving yours. But instead of collapsing beside you, he flipped you over gently, guiding you onto all fours. His hand caressed your cheek, urging you to look back at him. "I’m not done with you yet," he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

He entered you again, his cum still inside you, and pushed it back in with each thrust. His grip on your hips was firm, his pace unrelenting as he drove into you from behind. The new angle heightened the sensation, each thrust deeper and more intense, sending you climbing toward another peak.

His hand slid around to your front, his fingers finding your clit once more. He worked it with the same skill that had brought you to the edge before, each touch pushing you closer to another climax. "You’re so tight," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "So wet for me." His praises fueled your desire, making you push back against him, eager for more.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and his grunts of pleasure. The pressure within you built rapidly, and as he pounded into you, the warmth of his seed filling you again sent you spiraling over the edge once more. Your body shuddered with the force of your release, and you collapsed onto the bed, spent but utterly satisfied.

Mingi lowered himself next to you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, his breath warm against your skin. "I love you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through you.

You nestled into his embrace, the feeling of the stickiness between your legs a reminder of the passion you had just shared. "I love you too," you replied, your voice soft, filled with the same depth of emotion that you saw reflected in his eyes.

Mingi’s hands continued to roam over your body, his touch feather-light as he traced the contours of your curves. His thumb brushed over your clit, still sensitive from your recent orgasms, and you jumped slightly, gasping at the sudden spark of pleasure. He chuckled, his breath warm against your neck, and kissed you gently. "I can’t get enough of you," Mingi whispered against your skin, his voice filled with adoration and a lingering hunger that made your heart race. "Your taste, your scent, the way you feel around me—everything about you drives me wild."

A playful smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at him, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then take me again," you dared, your voice dropping to a seductive purr, challenging him with the depth of your desire.

Mingi’s eyes darkened with renewed intensity, the playful grin on his face replaced by a look of sheer determination. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth with a hunger that matched your own. As he devoured your lips, his hand slid down to grasp his still-hard cock, guiding it back to your entrance.

With one smooth motion, he pushed back inside you, his thick length filling you completely once more. This time, the pace was slower, more intimate. Mingi moved with deliberate care, each thrust deep and measured, his gaze never leaving yours as he sought to connect with you on every possible level. His eyes searched yours, watching as your pupils dilated with pleasure, as your breath hitched with every movement.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, your bodies pressed so tightly together that you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest. Your hands roamed over his back, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the way they flexed beneath your fingertips with each thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper, making him drive his cock into you with an intensity that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body.

"Mhm, right there," you moaned, your mouth falling open as he found your sweet spot again, hitting it with perfect precision. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building rapidly as his hips rocked against yours in a rhythm that made you see stars.

The tension within you grew, winding tighter and tighter until it felt like a coil ready to snap. Mingi’s movements became more urgent, his breath ragged as he felt you tighten around him, your body reacting to his every touch. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock, driving you both closer to the edge.

"You’re going to take my cum, okay?" Mingi growled, his voice rough with need, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "Be my good girl and let me fill you up again."

His words were your undoing. The tight coil of pleasure within you snapped, and you came with a low moan, your body convulsing around his cock, pulling him deeper as your orgasm washed over you in powerful waves. Your nails dug into his back, clinging to him as you rode out the intense pleasure, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Mingi followed soon after, his own release a hot rush that filled you to the brim. He thrusted into you one last time, his body tensing as he spilled his seed deep inside you, his grip on your hips tightening as he let out a guttural moan of satisfaction. The feeling of his warmth spreading through you was intoxicating, leaving you both breathless and sated.

He collapsed onto you, his weight a comforting presence as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "I love you," he murmured, his voice a soft whisper that reverberated through your soul, filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell with love.

You looked up at him, your eyes shining with the same adoration. "I love you too," you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper, the words heavy with meaning.

Mingi smiled down at you, his fingers gently grazing over your stomach as he spoke again, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and longing. "I can’t wait to see your tummy growing again, my love," he whispered, his eyes reflecting the depth of his desire to see you carry another piece of him within you.

[lulujeno]

finding out you sleep with a plushie

— nct dream ᡣ𐭩

cw : none! 100% fluff ^^

a/n : my tumblr debut yay! tried to make it as gender neutral as possible so i hope you enjoyyy

mark:

came home late from practice and found you sleeping on the couch with a winnie-the-pooh plushie tucked under your arms

first time seeing you sleep with the plushie despite knowing that you can't sleep without it

takes note of it for future occurrences

going on a flight? road trip? staying at your friends place? he will for sure remind you about the plush

when you forget the plushie at his place he will have it sitting on his bed against a pillow (sometimes 'reading' one of his books)

every time he sees winnie-the-pooh now he will take a quick pic of it to send to you

"yooooo why this lowkey looks like you"

doesn't forget to remind you that you're cuter tho

poor markie was so panicked when he couldn't find the plush after you texted him that you left it at his place

had a whole apology written down knowing how precious it was since its your childhood plushie

promised to buy you the exact same one and is basically crying now because he knows that it won't be able to replace the one you had

luckily he found it under his bed so we're all good!

renjun:

you were taking a nap on his bed when he saw you hugging a duck plushie

takes a quick pic for memories sake (and to tease you about it in the near future)

since then his little notes for you include a small duck doodle on it

"left early for practice 𓅭" "leftovers are in the fridge 𓅿" "goodluck for the interview today 𓅹"

when he's overseas for schedules he'll find something with ducks on it to give to you as a little souvenir

kisses both you and the duck when he sees you asleep after a long day (it calms him down)

would ask who's cuter, him or duckie?

you jokingly say duckie which causes him to nag to your plushie about stealing his partner

ducks are now his new favourite thing to draw (lyric sheets are his no. 1 victim)

when you couldn't find the plush he offers himself as something for you to cuddle with

resulted in him getting smacked and proceeding to help you find the duck

gets sulky after, saying that hes better at cuddling than the "piece of fluff"

you coo at his jealousy over a stuffed toy and cuddle the both of them

jeno:

he arrived at your place a little later than usual and sees you tucked in with a black bunny

he coos at how adorable the sight is and takes a picture to set as one of his many lockscreens of you

noticed that its the bunny he bought for you before he went on tour for tds2

"if you miss me just cuddle the bunny okay? he has black hair like me so it wouldnt be that much of a difference"

obviously cuddling a grown man and a 31cm plushie is different but what can you do when he's halfway across the globe?

also the type to kiss you and your bunny goodnight

caught him doing it one day and now try to stay awake long enough to catch him doing it again

you fail to do so since his schedules always end soooo late f u sm!!

would give your bunny a wash once every few months since the bunny is a representation of him and he takes personal hygiene very seriously! (his words, not yours)

the bunny would have a new ribbon tied to its ears, depending on what colour his hair is this time (always praying for the pink or white ribbon to come back one day)

gets jealous that you cuddle the bunny more than him

you'd get back at him saying that he's the one that bought the bunny

haechan:

could not shut up when he realised that the plushie you couldn't sleep without was a brown bear

teases you to no end because everyone knows the he is the og brown bear

he finds it too cute that you need a mini him to sleep

"awwwh, you're so in love with me that your plushie is basically me"

you tell him that its just a basic bear, theres no deeper meaning to it

you did buy it because it looks like him but he can't know that! the teases will be insufferable

doesn't care if it had another name before hand because it is now haechan jr.

if he sees the plush on the floor he'll pick it up and tuck it under your arms

the type to tell the little guy to take care of you in your sleep

you'd buy a mini version for him to bring around for schedules and tours

gives you updates about mini haechan jr. every second

practice room? recording studio? m/v shoot? fansign? filming 7llin? you will be getting updates!! not missing a single one

would post haechan jr. and mini haechan jr. on his instagram as a soft launch

it's a little too soft but its okay since you both want to keep it on the downlow anyways

jaemin:

found you sleeping one night with a pink bunny hidden under the blanket next to you

was cooing at how cute the sight was

also one to take pics because that's his partner!! why wouldn't he?

had to hold himself back from pinching your cheeks and opted to pat your head instead

will ask about it the next time he sees you and wont stop telling you how cute you are

you left it at his place once and suddenly theres a ribbon on your bunny's ears (i wonder who added it)

caught him having a full on conversation with your bunny a few times damn your bf is weird

basically treats the bunny like his child at this point

will remind you to bring your bunny when going on overnight trips with him

will not stop taking pictures of the bunny (he has a whole file for it on his phone btw)

"aigoooo look how adorable she is"

"awww both my babies look so cute I have to take a pic"

also one to send you pics of things with bunnies on it when on tour, buys it for you too sometimes

his cats loves bitting everything, including your bunny

makes sure that its as far away from luna, lucy, and luke after he caught them trying to bite on it

you're now 100x cuter in his eyes and he wont shut up about it

chenle:

slightly smiled to himself when saw you bring a dumbo plushie the first time you slept over at his face

he bought it so of course you'll be sleeping with it

why dumbo? because he has big ears and you're nosy as hell (his words btw)

you got sulky when you heard the reason and he corrected himself and said that it was because he was a yapper and you're the listener instead

starts calling you dumbo and the plushie dumbo jr. instead

would also ask to pick between him and the plushie

got so offended when you picked dumbo

"i am THE zhong chenle, who wouldn't choose me?"

would replace the plushie with himself after you sleep since he's petty like that, he wouldn't let a stuffed toy win over him

but would also put dumbo in between your arms if he wakes up first in the morning (it's to keep you company while he's cooking breakfast)

sends you pics of daegal and dumbo together like a proud dad

he's still chenle though so dont expect your plushie to get the same dad treatment as jaemin

the type to get you more dumbo related items since dumbo is the only plushie you sleep with

jisung:

his heart melted at the sight of you sleeping on the couch with a hamster plushie squished against your cheeks

if that man wasn't a simp for you already then he is now

needs a few seconds to just admire how cute you were for faling asleep while trying to wait for him to end his schedules

he's not one to bring it up directly, but that doesn't mean he won't tease you about it from time to time

probably annoys the members (read: chenle) about how adorable his partner is when cuddled up with a plush version of him

he's so down bad but you can't blame him for being in love

took him a few nights to realise that its the plushie he bought for you when you visited him during smtown live in tokyo

got so shy and couldn't contain his smile when he realised it

would ask you if you've given the hamster a name yet and when you said you haven't he suggested 'hamster'

you don't have the heart to tell him how corny it is so you agree to it

you both are down bad!!!!

if he sees the hamster on the floor he'll dust off any possible dust before tucking it under your arms again

takes a picture to make it last longer

you leave the plush at his place on accident once

send you a message saying that he can't believe you just forgot your son like that

takes a pic of him cuddling the hamster to show that he is being taken care of no ones focusing on the doll when his hands are right there

[st0ryf1lms]

home, that's a weird word ➳ ken sato

pairing: ken sato x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre/warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, undertones of xenophobia, basically how i interpreted the last thing kenji said to ami on their first interview, grammatical errors (most likely), no beta we die like men, personal assistant!reader

synopsis: the word "home" always left a weird taste in kenji's tongue when he said it.

a/n: AAAAAAAA I'VE FINALLY WRITTEN A THOUSAND WORD FIC AFTER 2 YEARS IM SO HAPPY!!! and i'm really hoping u guys like this bc i really am so proud of this sooo enjoyyy!!

It had been a long day, as far as Kenji is concerned. Way too long for his liking. All the cameras and microphones pointed at his direction, all those flashing lights-- a man could only take a few for so long, and Kenji has had enough of his share for the day. As he gets off his bike, all he can think of is the comfort of his own bed, how his pillow would feel against his head and how the duvets would feel covering his skin.

He opened the door to his house, surprised to see you sitting on the couch with the living room lights turned off. Your back was facing him, and with your laptop's glaring LED screen being the only source of light in the room, all he could see was your crouched silhouette.

"Already settling down, huh, Y/N?" He spoke, breaking the silence in the room. "Oh, Mr. Sato, you're home," you say unfazed, as if the only thing that was powering you right now was your laptop's battery. "Just wanted to stay for a while to catch you so I can brief you for your schedule tomorrow." You stated, closing your laptop and standing up to turn on the lights on the dim setting. Kenji sighed and closed his eyes as he plopped down on the couch in front of you, serving as a signal for you to start.

"Okay, so, first thing in the morning, Mr. Sato, you have baseball practice which Coach Shimura insists you attend, an interview scheduled…" Your voice becomes buzzing in his head as he looks out the window, a view overlooking the city. The sound of laughter and joy drifting out from the street below, making him feel very alone in this somewhat new town. "…Sato. Mr. Sato. Are you even listening to a word I say?" You say exasperatedly, not sure if your asshat of a boss actually understands that you came from a 12-hour flight, too, and want nothing to be in the comfort of a nice and comfortable bed. You follow where his gaze is at, looking out the window where the busy streets of Tokyo are hustling and bustling as the nightlife slowly rises. You look back at your boss, sporting a solemn yet longing look on his face- earning a tilt of confusion from your head.

"Can I ask you a question, Y/N? Off the record, please." He asks, eyes remaining trained on the window. "Have you ever felt like you've never belonged? Like, no matter where you go, no matter who you are, you'll never find yourself home?" He finally looks at you, noticing your once tense figure now replaced with a relaxed yet calculating stance, figuring out what to say to him. The silence feels like forever as he awaits an answer from you, Kenji letting out a sigh as he hangs his head down low.

"Ever since I had moved to LA, I lost all sense of the word 'home.' Hah, even saying it right now leaves a weird taste in my tongue. All those kids back there, they always told me to 'go back home,' and when I did go back to the house where my mom and I lived, she'd always tell me that we were right at home. Now that I'm actually back in my 'homeland', it feels so weird to even call it that now." He blurted out, his previously relaxed figure on the couch is now one of a crouched one, his head still glued facing down on the floor. "In LA, I felt too Japanese to fit in. The culture shock hitting me every single time I try to do something I was used to. Now, here in Japan, I feel too American now to even call myself a local. Even speaking in my own tongue feels weird to my mouth and my throat."

He finally looked up at you and saw a blank yet somehow shocked expression adorning your face. His eyes slightly widened and his breath hitched in his throat as he quickly realized the gravity of his words and who he was speaking to about a sensitive topic. You, on the other hand, was internally slack-jawed. What the helllll, is this really happening???? You rhetorically think to yourself as your boss, The Ken Sato, the egotistical baseball superstar, literally just spilled his guts in front of you, his personal assistant whom he keeps at an arm's length.

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" he stuttered as he racked his brain, trying to make up an excuse for what he said. You still stayed silent and eerily still. "A–are you still there? Hello? Earth to Y/N?" He asked, cautiously waving a hand.

"Yes," you cleared your throat, "yes, Kenji." You say, his contorted face relaxing as he hears his name slip your mouth. You clear your throat once again before starting.

"You know, if I may, I'd like to believe that home is a construct you make and that a place doesn't really define it. Sure, in kindergarten, we get taught that the definition of home is a place where you live in but as we get older, don't some things actually change? And I'd like to say that the word 'home' is one of those things. As a child, we would say home is where our parents live. As teenagers, we'd say home is with our friends as we laugh and joke with them on various different occasions of our lives at school. As adults, I believe we can be left to define 'home' what we fit it deem to our liking. After all, home is where the heart is, am I right?" You ramble on, pacing around the living room as you animatedly explain with your hands as Kenji follows your every move.

Realizing your mouth once again moved with a mind of its own, you straightened up and cleared your throat. "Ahem, sir. Right, well, I better get going. Long day tomorrow." You nervously chuckled, refusing to look your boss whose privacy you've seem to have invaded as you spoke without filter. You tentatively grab your things and slowly head to the front door, feeling your boss' eyes on you follow your every move as if saying you've overstayed your welcome.

As Kenji trains your every movement, he realizes what you're about to do and stands up abruptly from his place in the couch.

"Y/N, wait."

Your hand hovers above the door handle, eyes closed as you brace for the impact of what your boss is about to say. Please don't fire me, please don't fire me, please do-

"Do you mind if you stay the night?" He says and your head snaps back to look at him, as if he'd grown another head.

I- I mean, not like that, b- but, well… Well, you know what I mean." He sheepishly clarifies, his hand bringing up to scratch the nape of his neck. The silence is awkward and deafening, and he was about to open his mouth to take back what he said but you beat him to it.

"Sure. I'll stay the night, Mr. Sato." You face him with a soft smile.

"Please, Y/N, Kenji's fine."

He leads you to the spare bedroom he has in the house and asks Mina to deliver a fresh set of clothes where you'll stay.

"I just want to say thank you, Y/N. I know I don’t say it enough and I'm sorry for that. I appreciate everything you do." He sincerely told you, looking into your eyes with nothing but pure admiration and gratefulness. "It's all in the job, sir." You say before realizing, wincing as the honorific accidentally leaves your mouth. You open the bedroom door before saying,

"Good night, Kenji."

"Good night, Y/N."

BONUS:

Kenji wakes up to the noise of cooking downstairs, with a pair of voices talking back and forth. He rubs his eyes free of sleep and lifts the duvets off of him, getting up from his bed and out of his room.

The voices become clearer as he goes down the stairs on the way to the kitchen, where he makes out your voice and Mina's, seeming to be guiding you as you follow a recipe she reads out. "Y/N, he's awake." Mina alerts you as you turn to face him.

"Oh, good morning, Mr. Sato. I hope you don’t mind, Mina told me you barely use the kitchen anyway." You nervously chuckle as you focus your attention back on the stove. "Please, Y/N, what did I tell you?" He visibly cranks up at the mention of his last name early in the morning.

"Right, Kenji, I mean." You quickly recall, still stirring the pot. "That smells amazing, what's that?" He says as he walks over you, looking over your shoulder.

"I know it isn't really for breakfast but Mina told me how it was your favorite, so I made curry. Or, at least, attempted to make it." You explain cautiously, slowly looking over to your boss who's currently sporting a look of surprise.

"M-may I?" He gestures to the spoon. You nod and hand it to him, scooting over to give him a taste. His eyes close and you start to feel anxious, building up an excuse in your head to tell him.

"Tastes just like home."