Goro before he met Kitaoka
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Tryinâ a lil experiment today but I already know my hypothesis is correct
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trying to find some oldass drawings of one of my first sonas i havent been able to find em yet but instead ive just been unearthing all these old notes an ex friend and i would pass to each other back in middle school
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Cracks me tf up how Ozzie is literally. He looks exactly how he did when I first drew him
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the fourth one or something c.2022 idk
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- gojo satoru x reader
the strongest sorcerer meets his match in his petulant son, who inherits his six eyes and is having trouble with them
genre:
taking care of your son with dad!gojo, fluff/comfort
note:
AAAA i love this waaay too much!đ this brilliant idea gave me baby fever so bad came from an anon who so energetically dropped by my askbox, thank you! and seeing this artwork by Yoon in twitter definitely gave me more ideas too!
a part of gojo's love entries
general masterlist
"No!"
"Why? This helpsâ"
"That's ugly! I don't want to look uglyâlike you!"
Satoru blinked in utter disbelief, and you broke into the most satisfying fits of laughter. In front of him, standing tall and sullen and very much like him was his own son, now barely five years old.
Your boy mentioned that he had been experiencing discomfort in his eyes lately, which also caused him to become dizzy. And Satoru attempted to persuade him to use a blindfold like he did because it was effective.
However, as we can see, his son didn't take his suggestion well at all. His bright blue eyes, ones your husband passed down, bore an intense glare aimed squarely at him.
"I..." Satoru sputtered, his eyes twitching. The sight was comical as no one had ever managed to elicit such a reaction from him. And no one ever considered him an unattractive person too! "I'm notâ"
"You are!"
Once again, you let out a triumphant cackle, and this time your husband shot you a glare. But you didn't care. All those years of tolerating his antics had paid off. His son had finally put him in his place!
When he was a baby, you thought your son was Gojo Satoru incarnate. He was the spitting image of himâwith all gaits and expressions too. And you had worried if he would turn out to be just as much of a menace as he was.
But apparently, life has other sweet plans because like you, he was a relatively calm boy, diligent, and didn't like to make a fuss. Satoru argued that it was definitely in his genesâclaiming he had also been a sweetheart when he was a child, but you couldn't quite imagine him being remotely as reserved as your son.
That aside, the cause of this hilarious exchange did actually make you worry a bit.
"Look, I know it probably looks odd," Satoru gestured at the blindfold in his hand, but your little boy still didn't seem convinced by the pout he displayed. "But it will help you, I promise. If only you wouldâ"
Oh, but it was almost like karma because besides his appearance, the other trait your son inherited from your husband was his strong sense of winning.
His face reddened from sheer indignation, and he once again screamed, "I don't want to! I'll just cover my eyes withâ" he took a nearby napkin and pulled them over his eyes, "âthis!"
Satoru sighed in annoyance, and you decided to jump in. Crouching down next to him, you gently pried the napkin from his hand.
"Papa just wants to help you, okay?" you reasoned, cupping his plump cheeks. Gods, he used to be this round thing in your and Satoru's arms and now he was already this big. "He uses it everyday and he has no problems, see?"
"But it doesn't look good..." Your son drooped his head in disappointment, and you could feel Satoru rolling his eyes beside you, evidently miffed at the thought of him being less than good-looking.
Parenting is challenging, especially when your husband still holds onto some of his childlike tendencies. So you decided to end the discussion here.
It was later at noon, while you were in the kitchen preparing lunch when you heard your son's scream and something crashing. Your heart was in your throat as you rushed to the backyard, only to see something that made your heart lurch even more.
Your sweet boy was wailing on the ground, clutching his head, and Satoruâ
His expression was as horrified as yours if not more, as he ran and caught your son in his arms, pressing him tightly against his chest as if shielding him from the sun altogether. "Shit. Hey, heyâbuddy, you okay?â
Satoru lifted him up and carried him inside. You were right beside him as he settled on the sofa, gently hushing your son, who was still shaking and had his eyes covered against his chest.
"M-My head..." your son whimpered, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. "...h-hurts..."
"It's okay, it's okay..." he murmured, caressing the child's hair in a soothing manner, and it reminded you so much of what he would do to you in the early mornings. "I've got you now, nothingâs going to happen to you. Hang on a little longer, yeah?"
You felt warm tears threatening to well up in your eyes at the sight. It was heart-wrenching to see your son in such torment, and the way your husband was consoling him deeply touched you. It served as a poignant reminder of just how many years had passed from when Gojo Satoru was still that brat who used to mess with you during high school.
Soon, your little boy's breathing became even, and he went to sleep in Satoru's comforting embrace.
You looked at him while biting your lip, undiluted worry in your voice. "What should we do? He's been experiencing pain often lately..."
Satoru really wanted to wipe that expression from your face, but with his precious child clinging onto him for dear life, even he didn't have the heart to.
"Don't worry, I'll be with him," he assured, a plan already forming in his mind. "If he hates blindfolds that much, then I'll get him some pairs of glasses just like the ones I haveâfor kids. We'll start with that."
Bearing the weight of his clan's revered eyes was a heavy burden, and honestly, he would prefer it if none of his children had to inherit them. After all, he went through it all too as a childâthe manifestation of the six eyes' powers marks the beginning of life as a sorcerer. The perilous world he was still trying to keep away from his son.
Nonetheless, he would be there for him every step of the way. It was what he vowed to himself on the day he was born. He wouldnât let anything befall himâor you.
You had calmed down after hearing his plan, and as you gazed at your precious boyâs innocent face in his protective grip and the gentle pats he gave him, you suddenly found yourself in a mischievous mood once again.
"Heh, quite the doting papa, aren't you, Satoru?" you winked, a teasing smile on your face. You could have sworn his cheeks slightly flushed as he retorted:
"Hmph. He is my personal little body warmer, after all."
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How I entered the void so easily after 1 year of trying
So after 1 year and half of trying to enter I finally did it and I am so mad because it REALLY IS SOOOOO EASY and tbh if in this post you are looking for any sort of validation or info you smart ass already know then please REMEMBER THIS : entering the void is extremely easy. You just have to do it in a way that resonates with you.
Personally for me since I had adhd I couldnât just stay still and affirm for 1 or even a few for 10 mins. Not just because I was lazy but because just repeating âI am in the voidâ for so long gets me tired and makes me think of the void more and you actually donât want to think too deeep about it. I couldnât wake 3 hours prior and then affirm or even have the patience to do the psych k, yes I was extremely lazy back then and unpresistent but one thing that helped me even backed then was THE ALPHA STATE MEDITATION !
You just have to find what works for you, find a method technique whatever you want to do that doesnât seem like a chore. So In a post back then I found on @gorgeouslypink acc talking about doing the alpha sate meditation and I tried it back then and I felt really relaxed and it was a good feeling but like I said back then I was realllly lazy so after a few mins I stopped. Then many months later passed and I was still looking for anything and everything on the void. Then just like two days ago I came across another post which was pretty simple and the technique I used was called the DISTRACTED TECHNIQUE.
All there was to do was the usual you get into a comfortable position and then she said to use the alpha state meditation and used the one gorgeouslypink recommended. So I used it and then what she tell you to do is to just think of anything else just get distracted basically and this WAS SO GOOD 4 ME because back then I had adhd so it made it harder to concentrate on just affirming and so yeah I just thought of random things and then at some point where I was completely distracted I felt my body like lift up đ if that makes sense I just canât clearly describe it. It felt really like a shift and I was like âpanickingâ in a way but I wasnât actually panicking I just kinda became aware what was going and then I got scared a little but I just relaxed shortly after. Also my fan that was making like a loud noises was coming in an out and then I only hear it in one ear and then I didnât hear anything and I just stayed there wondering if I reached the void and i actually was!!! I didnât feel my body it felt like I had no body at all and it was pitch black just like how I imagined the void to be. For a few minutes I just stayed there feeling the most surreal peace I have ever felt. I needed that peace fr đ.
So then I affirmed for my desires all I said was âI have all my desired results from my subliminal playlist.â Then just to be extra sure I just said âI have everything I want.â
At that point I got really excited and then I wiggled my toes to get out because I was too dam happy I needed to see all my shit the moment I wake up and then I slowly started getting out and when I tell you I cried for like a good dam minute when I woke up and saw how DIFFERENT. My room looked. I literally screamed onto my pillow. I was so dam scare and yet excited to see how I looked.
WHAT I MANIFESTED :
Desired body and face
Having silky straight tailbone length hair cuz mines was originally curly
And everything in my sub playlist
My desired boyfriend and guys I made him be like Gojo Satoru ( because we are all delusional over him đ€Ș) and let me tell you he is so tall, handsome, sexy and a literal god. He is so silly too đ©·
Moving countries I now live in ny
Never actually meeting my ex and all the people in my old school forget me and have actually never even met me. Like if u asked them about me they have never heard or known me before
Extremely rich rich like hella bands
Got rid of my anxiety and mental health issue
Plus +++
NEVER EVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS.
Even if the circumstances seem to be eating you alive donât mind that too much. Even if all seems hopeless donât give up because you already know nothing can decide or be unless you give it power to be. So stop being goofy and take responsibility and DONT STRESS!! You donât see God stressing do you. All he has to do is blink and whatever he wants to happen, happens. Plus a lot of confidence came from non dualism that I owe a huge thanks to @trynafindbarbiee she really said it like it is !!
YOU GOT THIS ML đ©·đ©·đ©·đ©·
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he got the girl | george russell
pairing: george russell x wolff!reader
summary: that awkward moment when you get caught going on a date with one of your dads drivers.
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f1gossip: y/n wolff was seen last night on a date? with george russell, (yes the mercedes driver) last night in monaco? this was actually very surprising for us as well, thoughts?
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user1: no shit
user2: no way george pulled y/n
user3: GEORGE IN THE LIKES ??????
user4: NOT ONLY HIM BUT MAX CHARLES ALEX TOOOO ??
user5: sorry guys đ
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but thatâs actually me and y/n, not her and that skinny twig đ
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user6: maybe they were just hanging out??
user7: NO WAY GEORGE PULLED HER
user8: this is actually crazy
user9: okay guys..but the pictures are actually so cute đââïž
user10: RIGJT?? THE WAY HES HOLDING HER JACKET AND PURSE TOO đ„°đ„°
alex_albon: holy shit @/georgeussell63 no way you actually got her
georgerussell63: well donât act so surprised đ
maxverstappen1: we will act so surprised. sheâs rejected you 10 times.
georgerussell63: she has NOT!
maxverstappen1: sorry, 20 times**
user10: WHAT ARE THESE DRIVERS DOING ON A GOSSIP PAGE ??
charles_leclerc: holy cow đł
mercedesamgf1: omg no
mercedesamgf1: What the fuck is this. - Toto Wolff
user11: NO GEROGE RUN
user12: SOMEONE CHECK IF GEORGE IS STILL ALIVE
user13: TOTO NOOO
user14: WHY IS EVERYONE HERE ????
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f1: itâs been a while, but y/n is back!
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user15: her and lewis đđ
user16: THATS MOTHERRRR
user17: she looks so good đ
user18: GEORGE BEING TAGGED ???
mercedesamgf1: please un-tag George William Russell. - Toto Wolff
user19: someone PLEASE get this old geezer his own instagram account
user20: the way he adds - Toto Wolff, like we donât already know ???
user21: oh what i would do to be a fly in the mercedes garage right now
user22: the use of georgeâs FULL name ??? that boy better run
georgerussell63: đđ
leiwshamilton: do you want our boss to kill you?
landonorris: itâs like he WANTS to die
user23: WHY IS HE BEING SO PUBLIC ABOUT TUIS ???
user24: after years of being rejected by y/n he wants everyone to know he finally got her đ
user25: george finally gets y/n and he loses all fear
f1gossip; y/n was asked about the dating rumors today she was asked âare you and george datingâ, she answered, âi think heâs made it very clear, hasnât he?â
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user26: GEORGE FINALLY GOT THE GIRL!!
user27: i low key thought george was having like a manic episode and was pretending to date y/n but this basically confirmed it, happy for them!
user28: LMAO WHATT
user29: okay now totoâs reaction pls
user30: wait but if sheâs totoâs daughter? why is her hair like blonde blonde
user31: she dyes her hair religiously
user32: okay but george being like so proud of this relationship is so incredibly cute đ
user33: netflix is going to eat this up
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mercedesamgf1: our family đđ
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user34: GEORGE LOOKS SO SCARED đđđ
user35: NO IM DYING THIS IS TOO FUNNY
user36: GEORGE LOOKS LIKE HES BEING HELD AT GUNPOINT
user38: this is hilarious
yourusername: p5 and p7 đđ
georgerussell63: wanted to make you proud đ„°
user39: OH BROTHER HERE HE GOES
user40: toto will appear in an estimated 3 seconds
mercedesamgf1: đ - Toto Wolff.
f1gossip: george russell and toto wolff were seen speaking after the race in monaco, sources say that after a intense chat, they hugged it out, thoughts?
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user41: AND HE APPROVES!!!
user42: YAY
user43: ITS OFFICIAL, TOTO APPROVES
user44: okay now i can actually be happy about this relationship
user45: i kinda feel bad that his own daughter didnât tell him that she was dating someoneâŠ
user46: they bro hugged đ„č
user47: so happy for y/n and george â€ïž
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georgerussell63: after 4 years, i finally got the girl đđđđđ
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f1: GEORGE RUSSELL FINALLY DOES IT EVERYONE!!
landonorris: YEAH RUSSELL đŁïž
oscarpiastri: finally đđ
danielriccarido: HELL YEAH
maxverstappen1: i still donât believe itâŠ
lewishamilton: proud of you man đ«
charles_leclerc: YAY!!!
carlossainz55: he finally made itđ„čđ„č
mclaren: she could do better
user48: ADMIN??
yukitsunoda: really?
alex_albon: still not convinced this is real đ
user49: this whole comment section is killing me đ
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yourusername: when heâs dad approved đ
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mercedesamgf1: eh - Toto Wolff.
yourusername: father pls get instagram
georgerussell63: my beautiful gorgeous exquisite breathtakingly beautiful girl đđđ„°đ„°
user50: need me a man like THIS.
lewishamilton; simp đ«”
yourusername: ??? who taught you that
lewishamilton; the internet
user51: now get married and have 3 kids !!!
georgerussell63: soon!
mercedesamgf1: NO NOT SOON. - Toto Wolff
f1: beautiful couple đ»
user52: THIS IS ADORABLE
user53: i need me a man who loves me as much as he loves y/n
user54: he waited 4 years for her đ„čđ„č
user55: the train tracks looks really delicious right about now
user56: me and who???
user57: why is george kinda sexyâŠ
yourusername: how are you just realizing this now?
user57: IT TOOK YOU FOUR YEARS TO NOTICE????
yourusername; no comment.
. . .
notes: i have my chemistry final tomorrow, wish me luck!
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glue song.
pairings: oscar piastri x childhood gf!reader.
faceclaim: rayan.xasan on ig <3
summary: after looking at some old photo albums, you stumble across an old photograph of your first love. you post it online and internet sleuths attempt to track him down.
authorâs note: this was based on the interaction between that one girl and the other girl she met on the cruise. if you know, you know. i thought that would be a cute smau. ignore any spelling mistakes pls đđ
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yourusername: jetlag isnât too bad when your besties takes you straight from the airport to your favourite restaurant.
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user19: omg is she going to meet oscar?
-> user2: she had a life before oscar lmfao. it could be a brand trip or a holiday.
bestie1: girl u almost fell asleep into ur ramen. how embarrassing đŹ
-> yourusername: donât expose me !! i was tired and the ramen looked comfy.
-> bestie2: itâs okay!! thatâs why weâre here to stop you being enticed by sleepy noodles. <3
user9: where did u get ur hat!! so cute!!
-> yourusername: i made it myself!! i can send u the pattern if youâd like?
-> user9: yes please!! :)
-> yourusername: dmed u the pattern love! đ«¶đŸđ
user6: sheâs actually so cute. her and oscar need to date.
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yourusername: shout out to oscar from australia. ig he isnât too bad of a date.
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oscarpiastri: not too bad? high praise from you.
-> yourusername: you know it đ€
-> oscarpiastri: iâm assuming this means date 2 is on the cards?
-> yourusername: ⊠perhaps
-> oscarpiastri: text me :)
-> user67: i feel like weâre intruding on a moment hereâŠ
user1: NOOOO WE LOST HER
user7: at least oscar is a good photographer.
-> user8: i think sheâs just insanely photogenic đ
user9: curly haired y/n is my fav y/n!!!
bestie2: orange is cute but the red top would have been cuter.
-> yourusername: iâll wear it tomorrow just for you <3
-> oscarpiastri: not even for me?
-> bestie1: back off koala đ€šđđŒ she was ours first!
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oscarpiastri: a quick update on oscar from australia and y/n from (your country).
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landonorris: not you soft launching?!
-> user1: you wouldnât know what thats like would you? chronically online and single đ€Ł
-> landonorris: HELLO???? đđ
logansargeant: where is my thanks for letting you know about the tweet đ€š
-> oscarpiastri: thanks.
-> logansargeant: not good enough. i was thinking maybe a mansion? or at least a private jet. perhaps even a small countryâŠ.
user7: THE LAST PIC!!)?2&292!
-> user12: do i wanna be him or herâŠ.
bestie2: told u the red was the best option yourusername đ ur glowing!!!
-> bestie1: BOOOOOOO đđŒ (u look good!!)
yourusername: when did you even take the first pic? i didnât even notice đ
-> oscarpiastri: when you were explaining the lore behind the hunger games series. youâre cute when youâre passionate.
-> user98: âYOUâRE CUTE WHEN UR PASSIONATEâ IM SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES TONIGHT đđđ
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Jealousy
Request: Can I please request a Cooper x Fem reader comfort angst romance where the sweet reader is infatuated with Cooper (she has a thing for older men)The sweet reader is always doing unnecessary favors for him, like secretly giving him discounts on rad away and supplies, taking care of dog meat, and getting him information on bounties. Until he brings along Lucy, misunderstanding the whole situation, the readerâs heart breaks thinking the worst and slowly stops trying and acting cold and distant, making Cooper notice that the only tolerable person he has ever known in this god forsaken world is ignoring him. (Feel free to add or change anything just pls feed into my delusionsđ I just want some hardcore romance with our cowboy) Also can u pls add that the reader also has a cute southern accent?
Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader
Description: As a wandering trader, you've made a lot of strange friends. Among them, Ghouls, but there is one in particular that is your favorite.
Notes: I hope I did this justice for you anon!
The Wasteland was brutal, and even you knew it was a bad idea to trek it alone, but you had a job to do. However, as you found yourself in front of your old friend Roger's home you felt like the Wastelands weren't all that bad.
"My name.. is Roger." You heard him repeating between snarls.
You stopped in your tracks outside the door. "He's turning," You thought to yourself as you rummaged through your pack looking for any vials of Radaway. You were all out. Sighing, you put your hand on your holster before slowly making your way inside to check on your friend.
"Rog?" You ask as you round the corner to find him sitting in the dirt.
"Oh hey," he said relieved. "My savior. Do you have any vials"
"I don't have any, Rog." You replied sadly.
"Oh." He whispered. "You should probably get out of here then. It's not safe for little girls like you to be in the Wastelands alone." He said sadly, leaving out the bit you both knew, you weren't safe with HIM alone.Â
Before you could respond, you heard quiet footsteps down the corridor. "Who else is here?" You thought to yourself as your hand went back to your holster. Peaking your head around the corner you find none other than Cooper Howard and... a vaultie? You did very little to hide the confusion on your face as you looked between the two.
"Hey, you." You said to Cooper. "What are you doing here?"
"Could ask you the same thing, sweetheart." He responds, pushing the vaultie through the doorway and making his way to Roger.
"Hey Rog," Cooper greets him.
"Hey. Hey." Rogers laughs, relieved to see his friend. "Fancy seeing you here. You out for that bounty, too, huh?"
"Yep," Cooper responds as he knelt in front of his friend.
You all stand there in silence for a bit, listening to Roger snarl and whip his head around.Â
"Oh, shit," Roger says between wails.
"How you feeling?" Cooper asks quietly, already knowing the answer.
"Oh.. you know," Roger replied. "It's hard out here. Dang smoothies can be so unkind. I see you got a smoothie of your own." He says as he looks over at the vaultie.
You also turn to look at the vaultie, a look of displeasure on your face. "A smoothie of your own." Repeating over and over in your head. You wanted to be his smoothie. You and Cooper never really started a relationship, but you thought you were heading in that direction. You gave him a generous discount on Radaway since you developed a little crush on him, and he would always spend more time than necessary with you whenever you crossed paths. He was always fussing after you and was always telling you how you were too reckless. In his eyes, everything was too dangerous for you. He knew how you felt about him, and you THOUGHT you knew how he felt about you, but this vaultie threw a wrench in everything. "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me." You thought to yourself while eyeing her up. You were so lost in thought that you could barely hear Roger snarling next to you.Â
"You're turning," Cooper says reluctantly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts.
"Yeah maybe, maybe." Roger says on the verge of tears, "Maybe. Hey, you don't happen to have any vials, do you? Y/n is all out."
Cooper's eyes met yours as you nodded your head sadly.
"Just one little puff and I'll be back on my feet. You know I'm good for it." Roger pleaded.
"I'm sorry Roger I am all out," Cooper says, looking back toward his friend.
"That's okay. That's okay." Roger mumbles. "Though, um, you and y/n and your smooth-faced friend, you um... you might want to clear out before things get ugly."
You flinch as you hear Roger snarl again, each time he was getting louder and louder. You look down at your feet with tears in your eyes.
"I did okay. 28 years since I first started showing," Roger said looking between you and Cooper, before snarling again. "Oh, hell! Not as long as you though." He pointed proudly at Cooper, "You've outlasted us all. How long since you first started Wastelanding?"
"A long time," Cooper responds while shaking his head.
"That's a lot of vials," Roger said quietly.
"Well I've always been good at making money, Roger." Cooper exhales as he stands up. "Say, you remember how good food used to taste?"
"Yeah, BlamCo Mac and Cheese!" Roger says excitedly.
"Ice Cream and Apple Pie." Cooper countered.
Roger laughed, a real laugh. He was happy. "Apple Pie is not nearly as sweet as young Y/n's southern accent though." He says smiling up at you. "You know, my mom used to -"
Before you knew what happened, Roger's brains were all over the wall. You looked up at Cooper with tears in your eyes. You knew it had to be done. You knew it was mercy, but it still hurt.Â
"Why did you do that?" The vaultie asked. "He was sick."
"He wasn't gonna get better." You responded dryly.
"You usually don't go all the way out here sweetheart, not on your own. What are you up to?" Cooper asks you as he picks up Roger's body and places it in a position where he easily access what he needs.
You don't respond. Between the jealousy brewing in your stomach at the vaultie next to you and the sadness about Roger, you couldn't find the words you wanted to say.Â
"Stop. Stop Stop." The vaultie pleaded, "Please, I know it's hard out here but you don't, you don't have, you don't have to resort to... to..."
Before he could respond you quickly made your way out of the building for some fresh air. You could hear their voices inside, but you decided to drown them out by humming to yourself. You didn't need to see him take apart Roger, and you definitely couldn't stand the sound of her voice any longer. You knew you should get walking, you were low on supplies and they would be leaving the building soon. You didn't want to face them again, but it felt like there were bricks in your boots. As exhaustion hit you, you sat down in the sand and closed your eyes, losing track of time.
"Hey," You hear Cooper say as he puts his hand on your shoulder. "You good, sweetheart?"
'Fine." You mumbled out. "You and your smoothie should get going." The venom in your voice was loud and clear, but you didn't care.
"That's what got ya panties in a bunch?" Cooper laughed.Â
You glared up at him in response. "Don't laugh at me, Cooper."
"I am taking her to SuperDuperMart. Not keepinâ her as a pet.â Cooper smiles as he offers you his hand.Â
"Oh," You responded quietly, feeling stupid.
"What is SuperDuperMart?" You heard the vaultie ask, but the two of you completely ignored her.
"No one could ever replace you, sweetheart," Cooper says as he cups your face.Â
You couldn't help the smile that graced your face at his words, and the blush that creeped up your neck.
He smiled when he noticed the way your eyes flickered towards his lips.Â
"When I get my hands on some Radaway, I'll show you just how much you mean to me." You whispered.
"Lookin' forward to it." He whispered back.
The two of you were so caught up in each other that you didn't even notice the look of pure disgust on the vaultie's face as she watched your interaction. Some people may never understand why you like Cooper so much, but honestly? You couldn't give a damn.
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Feel free to reject this request since itâs kinda heavy, but maybe Hugh kissing the readerâs sh scars but itâs like friends to lovers? Preferably f reader but gen is fine too
YOUâRE BEAUTIFUL âË°
in which logan draws stars around your scars
warnings: HEAVY MENTIONS OF SHâ ïžâ ïž DO NOT READ IF THIS IS A TOPIC YOU CANNOT HANDLE, angst, blood
i actually love this request as someone who struggles w sh themselves so pls donât be afraid to ask smt like this!
i also switched it to logan instead of hugh bc i feel like he just fits the part better and this isnât friends to lovers itâs just loversđ sorry
âyou drew stars around my scars. but now im bleeding.â
you couldnât help it, the burning sensation of the blood dripping down over your old scars was a feeling you couldnât resist.
for 2 years now youâve told yourself that youâd stop, thay youâd get better. especially since logan came around and made you want to get better. but you couldnât, no matter how hard you tried.
more sooner than later did the tears of guilt and regret begin pooling your eyes, the hot liquid dripping down your face as you held the cold towel to your wrist harder.
you knew logan would be up here any minute; his class was coming to an end soon. the last thing you needed was him walking in on you cutting yourself after you told him youâd stop.
you took a deep breath, drying your wrist and slapping a few bandaids on it before looking at yourself in the mirror; you were a mess. your face was flushed, covered in streaks of dried tears as the new ones kept coming. your hair was a ruffled mess, you were drowning in your hoodie and fuck did your wrist burn.
ây/n/n?â you heard from afar, shit. surely logan was in your bedroom, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom.
you sighed, praying that your voice would be strong. âiâm in here, just a minute!â you called out, cursing yourself for your voice cracking at the last second.
immediately loganâs concern grew higher, slowly approaching the door and leaning his head against it. your nervous sobs were hard to miss, especially from right against the door.
ây/n,â logan called firmly, âopen the door fâme please.â
your eyes widened, noticing how loganâs voice grew louder. it didnât take you long to pick up on how close logan was to you.
âi canât,â your voice cracked, you looked down at your hands that shook rapidly, afraid of what was to come.
loganâs brows furrowed, heâd had enough. you heard one of his claws retract as he picked the lock.
quickly, you took out your box, shoving your blade into it and throwing it god knows where into the drawer just before logan barged in.
âare you okay in here?â he asked, glancing down at your exposed wrist, covered in bandaids.
you followed his eyes, yours widening when you noticed you forgot to roll down your sleeve.
logan felt like he could physically feel the pit growing in his stomach, realizing what you had done. logan had never understood why you chose to hurt yourself like this. but he did understand what it was like to endure so much pressure and emotion that you donât know how to contain it. and so he never screamed, or yelled, or frankly even asked âwhy?,â because not everyone has a âwhy.â
your tears were flowing once more as you moved closer to logan, âiâm sorry,â you sobbed, burying yourself in his arms.
he immediately welcomed you, wrapping his strong
arms around your shoulders, rocking you back and forth in hopes to calm you down.
he looks down at you, his own eyes glossed over slightly, he hates seeing you like this, especially when he knows he canât do anything about it.
soon logan loosens his grip, reaching gently for your left wrist and bringing it up to his lips, planting a soft and gentle kiss on one of your old scars.
âmy baby,â he mutters, kissing another one while ensuring he leaves your fresh one alone, âmy sweet baby.â
you can do nothing but sob harder. youâd expected numerous reactions out of logan but this definitely wasnât one of them.
âi love you,â kiss. âiâll always love you, doll.â kiss. âyâknow that? iâll never stop loving you.â kiss.
your eyes dart down as you feel a drop of water on your wrist as logan continues kissing up and down your arm.
he was crying.
his confidence wavers, âyouâre beautiful,â kiss. âso, so beautiful,â his voice begins to crack as he leans a head down on your shoulder.
logan takes a deep breath before dropping your wrists and instead taking your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. âyouâre always gonna be beautiful tâme, alright? the most beautiful girl iâve ever seen.â
it was the first time youâd ever seen logan cry this hard, the hot tears pouring down his face at an unbelievable pace. youâd be a monster to say this didnât make you tear up in the slightest.
you place your hands on his wrists, his hands still holding onto your face. slowly he leans in, closing the space between you two. kissing you in such a gentle, loving way that it makes your legs feel weak.
âi love you, logan.â
âyouâre beautiful, peach.â
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CONSUME â imagine!
suna rintarou x fem!reader
summary: suna rintarou was hard to love, you knew this from the beginning. but when you overhear him admitting how he truly felt about you, it hurt to decide whether to let him go, or let your love for him continuously consume you.
genre: hurt/comfort
wc: 6.2k
tags: this is the longest imagine that iâve ever written đ it was a pain in the ass to write but i hope you guys like it :)
Sometimes, you think itâs hard to love Suna.
Suna is calculating and quiet, the reasons exactly why you find it difficult to continuously pine for him. Though, you already knew he was going to act like this. Youâve gone to school with Suna since elementary, and have even lived in the same neighbourhood since childhood, but you donât think he knows that.
The thing is, you know Suna, but you donât think he knows you. Every morning since you were six years old, youâve seen him make his way to school, but youâve never had the courage to walk up to him and say âhiâ. For years, the only parts of Suna that you were able to truly admire were his back and his hair, from behind. The both of you have never been in the same friend group, class, or extra-curricular activity, until your second-year of high school.
You precisely remember the moment you stepped into the gymnasium to introduce yourself as the new manager of the team. It was a rainy day and you were excited, albeit, a little nervous, but irregardless, excited because you know and love volleyball. The sport connected with some of your childhood memories, as you recall playing it with your older brother. Too bad your physical skills werenât up to par with the schoolâs expectations, or else you wouldâve been on the team. Their loss though, because you found your strategy and knowledge of the sport to be your strongest feature as a player.
As a result of the girlâs team already having a manager, the coach recommended you to try signing up for the role of manager for the boyâs team. Now, you didnât mind being around boys. Your older brother was enough for you to build up the courage against the challenge that is the hygiene and personality, or well, lack thereof, of boys.
However, the courage built over the years was not enough to stop your surprise at seeing none other than Suna Rintarou, from the front.
He looked completely different from what you remember him looking like. For some reason, you still had the young image of Suna in your head. The Suna you remember had puffy cheeks and neat hair, but this new Suna, was mature, older, and way more handsome. His cheeks thinned out and highlighted a sharp jawline that made his face look so clean-cut, unlike his hair that was messy and all over the place. But, if anything, you think that you prefer this Suna.
Because, God, it made him so much more attractive.
Now, itâs been about three months since youâve become manager, and in those three months, youâve tried to show Suna just how much you love him. The years of no talking and never meeting each other were all building up for you, and you just wanted to show him all of the care and affection youâve held for him over the years.
Youâve cooked bento boxes and given them to him, youâve filled his water bottle with the expensive electrolytes from the convenience store ten minutes away from the school before every practice, and who couldnât forget, you make sure that his towel was clean and warm beside his gym bag, so that he wouldnât use the same one for weeks until it reeked. Your affection was clearly shown through your actions and you prayed to the heavens that he would just notice you. Maybe say a âthank youâ or even a little head pat, you really donât care, just some recognition would make you feel rewarded after all the hard work youâve done for him.
But, the bento boxes were returned to you either by, Atsumu or Osamu, Suna drank the expensive electrolyte water, however, he seemed to not notice that it was you who put all the thought and care behind the action, and his towel was always just thrown to the side alongside the other towels. Even though the towel you prepped was a personal one from home that had your initials hand sewn in the corner. You thought that at one point he wouldâve acknowledged you, but the gratefulness never came.
It didnât matter though. Because you knew in your heart that you loved Suna Rintarou, and there was nothing that could change that. Even if you did all the sincere actions for him until the both of you graduated and he never noticed you, just knowing that he at least saw the bento box, the water bottle, and your towel, was enough to put a smile on your face. You would show Suna that you love him, ten times over.
âY/N! Earth to Y/N!â Your head snaps over to your right, seeing the coach look at you with concern. Embarrassed that he caught you in your daily Suna trance, your cheeks heats up and you push yourself to your feet.
âCoach!â
âI thought you would never hear me. Listen, I donât know whatâs taking all your attention away, but can you please head down to the locker room and tell the boys that they need to make their way over here. The drill we spoke about yesterday is a bit complicated, so I would like to get started as soon as possible.â Nodding, you bow and begin to make your way over to the club room.
Your heart begins to speed up a bit, as the thought of seeing Suna shirtless makes your chest burn and your face hot. By all means, you are not a pervert! But just seeing him with all his muscles in the bright fluorescent light of the locker room looked like a cover of a sports magazine.
Suna Rintarou makes you feel so nervous. Unfortunately, you find yourself relishing in the minimal acknowledgement that he gives you, thriving off of the fact that you were in a club that just allowed you to be around him. Maybe it was a sign from the heavens that you werenât physically athletic, but strategically, which resulted in your application as Boys Volleyball team manager. Youâd like to think that despite his ignorance, it was in both of your guysâ destinies to end up with another.
Maybe the both of you were the main characters of a drama, where, despite all the bumps in the plot, you will always find each other being drawn to one another. Yet again, that was all just your stupid imagination, but one can dream, right?
Giggling to yourself, you were about to knock on the locker room door, before you heard loud voices through the small space between the door and the wall. It sounded like they were bickering with one another, and you begin to wonder if itâs Atsumu and Osamu fighting again, while everyone just stood around and observed. Normally, you would be the one to beg them to stop while Kita jumped in after you to pull them apart. But, now that you werenât inside, you begin to push open the door at the possibility.
â...Y/N?â Your actions falter at the sound of your name.
âAre they talking about me?â Before you could do anything, you lean your ear in just to get a snippet of what they were talking about. You know what they say though, curiosity was what killed the cat.
âCome on Sunarin! You have to like Y/N! Sheâs so cute, and she cooks you all those bento boxes! If that isnât girlfriend material, then I donât know what is.â Hearing Atsumu praise you for your efforts made you smile, trying to hide it by covering your mouth with your hand.
âAnd, letâs not forget how she already likes you. Câmon Rintarou, weâve seen her personally hand you your water bottle,â The voice you assume to be Ojiro teases, while everyone in the room laughs.
âOh yeah!! Iâve seen those expensive electrolyte packets in her bag, man, how does it feel to receive such special treatment from Y/N?â
âSo my actions donât go unnoticed.â Your smile grows bigger, clutching your clipboard closer to your chest when feeling just how full your heart is with everyoneâs recognition.
âStop it guys.â Sunaâs smooth voice finally enters the picture and you try to stop yourself from giggling out loud. âSheâs our manager.â
âSo?!? Man, thatâs even better! You wonât have a girlfriend who doesnât understand the importance of the sport. If anything, Y/N is more committed than you, maybe you will be the one competing for her attention against the club,â you hear smooching sounds and Atsumu speaks in a voice that tries to mock Sunaâs, but did a terrible job.
âY/N~ donât forget all about me!! I love you Y/N~!â More kissing sounds can be heard, and everyone in the room laughs one more time.
The joy in your heart wouldâve been extended, if it werenât for the sudden aggravated scoff from Suna, and the slapping of a towel on bare skin. Atsumu yelps and the room suddenly dies down from the initial humorous atmosphere.
âMan, shut up. I donât like Y/N. Sheâs alright, I guess.â a locker door slams shut, âBut sometimes, she's just so... annoying. I don't know how much longer I can put up with it. And you know, after a while, it just comes off as desperate.â
âDesperate? Iâm not desperate.â You werenât keen on Suna noticing you. You just liked doing all those things for him, it showed you cared, and that he was at least deserving of some special treatment, because he was a very special person in your life.
âI feel bad for her,â he continues, âspending all that time doing shit for someone that doesnât even like her. I canât say anything though, cause sheâs our manager and I donât want the team to feel awkward. I guess I just have to suffer with her smothering me all the damn time.â
At that, you feel your once fluttering heart stop. You feel tears beginning to make their way to fall from your eyes, as your face begins to feel hot, but not in a blushing way. More like in a, you were about to sob out loud and the tears probably wouldnât stop for a while, way.
You loved Suna. He didnât have to love you back, the least you were asking for was for him to say âthank youâ. But it appeared that your affection didnât appear as a display of your love, but something that bothered him. Annoying him to the point of seeing your actions as suffocating. But that didnât entirely bother you.
It was the fact that he didnât even want to tell you to stop. He was going to live like that until high school was over, because you were the teamâs manager, and it would be âawkwardâ. You begin to overthink.
What if you kept on going about cooking those bento boxes for him, filling his water up with electrolytes, and bringing a special towel from home, all warm and clean, without knowing what he actually thought of your displays of affection? You wouldâve lived thinking that Suna somewhat appreciated it. Possibly having the idiotic thought that he was just shy, and maybe didnât know how to exactly tell you that he liked you.
You are such a dumbass.
You begin to tremble, the pen that was once held up by your clipboard clattering to the ground and startling you. It brought you back to your situation, seeing the door still somewhat closed in front of you. Out of fear that they were going to see you and realise that you were eavesdropping, you ditch the pen and begin to run back to the gym.
You were going to tell the coach that you were feeling sick. You hope the teary eyes and flushed cheeks will do you justice, and heâll send you home without any repercussions. But as of right now, nothing matters, all that did was the fact that you were annoying the boy you loved, and that your pillows were waiting to welcome your tears until tomorrow morning.
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Itâs been two days. Have you missed school for the past two days? Absolutely not. Suna wasnât going to make you miss class, as much as you wanted to, you know that if you were going to skip, the school will inform your parents, and that last thing you want is your parents to get involved.
Itâs just been two days since youâve been to volleyball practice. You havenât been missing your duties at all though. Yes, youâve been in contact with the coach and Kita, with them informing you on the notes of the team and each playerâs performance. The reason for that being, some coaches from Tokyo were planning to head down to Hyogo for a volleyball camp. The team needs to know what they have to improve on, and unfortunately, though you felt as if you werenât in the right state of mind, you had to fulfil your duties as a manager.
Youâre not over Suna, and to be honest, you donât think you ever will be. Heâs been such a constant force in your life, that a lifetime without his presence captivating your mind felt impossible to even conjure. You love Suna Rintarou, but you guess you would just have to hold it inside until the both of you go your separate ways. Maybe then youâll get over him, but the possibility seemed unlikely.
You just have to give up expecting the response to your love that youâve been hoping for your entire life.
Checking the cafeteria and seeing if you had enough food supply for three volleyball teams, their respective coaches, and their managers. It seemed like a chore to do all on your own, and it was. But you committed to being the team manager. Suna wasnât going to change that whether he liked it or not.
âY/N, the Tokyo teams will be arriving soon. Coach says you need to head to the front and help him with dorm placement.â Sighing and nodding, you get up from your squatting position from the bottom shelf. Kita notices your negative mood, by being the observant asshole that he is. As you were about to exit out the only doorway, he grabs your forearm, holding you back from actually leaving. His sudden touch surprised you, resulting in you jolting back. âIâve been meaning to ask, are you okay?â
His concern falters your thoughts and movements. In all the time that youâve been manager of the volleyball team, Kita has never really shown you that much care for how you felt. It surprised you a bit, seeing how concerned he looked for your wellbeing.
Yet again, heâs Sunaâs friend.
âIâm okay, why do you ask?â He didnât believe you, that was clear. It was so obvious when his facial expression did not change, Kita was still staring intently at you. It almost felt like he was trying to read your mind.
âYou dropped your pen, by the way.â Taking it out of his pocket, Kita hands you your familiar piece of stationary, not thinking about it, you grab it from his hand. âI know you were by the locker room when Suna said what he said.â
âOh shit.â You felt your heart come to a stop, yet again.
âW-What? I donât know what youâre talking about.â
âSo itâs just a coincidence that after Suna said that about you, I found your pen in front of the locker room door, and you didnât show up to practise till today? Y/N, Iâm not sure if youâve failed to learn something about me, but I can tell you that I am not an idiot.â
His words caught you off-guard. Kita managed to figure out what was wrong with you, without even knowing who you were. To be honest, it scared you a bit, getting a glimpse of what Kita can truly find out when he concentrated hard enough. You admire that about him.
Taking your silence as you not knowing what to say, Kita lets go of your forearm and sighs.
âSuna didnât mean what he said. Heâs a very thoughtful individual who was pressured into saying those things by the team. You know how they are. Please try to see things from his perspective, as Suna is often misunderstood.â He begins to walk away, but leaves with a final word, âIâm not telling you to change how you feel about the situation. You have a right to feel how you feel. But, donât take Sunaâs words too seriously.â Kita walks away, leaving you alone in the cafeteria.
âDid he just say not to take the insults Suna threw at you seriously?â The aggression left behind the negativity a few days ago wants to say, absolutely not. What Kita said is unfair, to you and your feelings. Suna called you annoying and said you were smothering him, how can you jump around that? So far you havenât had a night where you havenât thought about howâŠmean Suna was. You thought that he only wouldâve been mean to Atsumu or the others, but not you, never you.
Itâs safe to say that your mind felt like it was on the verge of exploding. It was so stressful to choose whether or not you should believe Kita and show Suna your love again, or just ignore him like what youâve been doing for the past couple of days.
You think that itâs best to justâŠnot think about the problem. Itâs a situation for later, for now, the camp and most importantly, the team needs your utmost attention.
âGod, I hate high school.â
â
âHey Suna, you good?â Suna takes a sip of water from his bottle, noting that it tasted different from usual. Nodding, he wipes his sweat off with a spare shirt from his bag, also becoming aware that the towel that he was given wasnât the usual soft one that he had from the beginning of the year. This one was coarse and rough, making him pick up the shirt he intended to wear if he got too sweaty.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Hey, does the water taste a bit weird? Like, spoiled or somethinâ cause it doesnât taste like how it usually does.â Osamuâs eyebrow raises, grabbing the bottle from Sunaâs hands despite his protests, and tasting his friendâs drink. To him, it tasted normal, like the normal water that came from the water fountain.
âNoâŠit tastes like how it usually does?â
âNah, canât be man. The water I usually have is sweeter and it tastes like fruit juice. This shit tastes weird.â Sunaâs face scrunches up, tasting his water again to see if he was just hallucinating the lack of flavour in his water. Itâs stupid, how much heâs overthinking the flavour of something that he shouldnât think that much about. But he hates how regular water tastes like, only really drinking it if he has to.
Observing Suna, it clicks in Osamuâs head what was missing from the water.
In the past, he has noticed you getting out a packet of electrolytes and putting it into Sunaâs bottle with a sincere smile on your face. You looked so cute and happy, it puzzled him why you didnât tell Suna that it was you that was making his water suitable to his tastes. The silent display of affection made him so jealous, he could only wish that he had someone that cared that much.
âWhat if you ask Y/N? Sheâs the one who fills up the water bottles anyway, she should know.â Osamu jogs back to the court, practising once more with the team captain. Inquisitively, Suna does remember that you fill up the water bottles. He also remembered how you asked him once at the beginning of the school year what his favourite drink was, and he only shrugged, saying that he likes fruit chuupets, and ever since then, his water tasted like the familiar fruity taste. Wanting to know why his water hasnât been tasting like it as of late, it prompted him to go on a search for you. Damn warmups, he needs to know why his water doesnât have the same taste than it usually does.
Looking around the gym, he sees your figure turn into the hallway. Following you, he begins to walk faster in order to catch up to you, thinking about what to say to you in his head, without coming across as mean.
âY/N, why does my water taste bad?â No. âY/N, why doesnât my water taste like fruit?â No, heâs going to sound stuck up. âY/N, why does my water taste like everyone elseâs?â Oh God no, that sounds even worse.
âY/N, is there something different about my water?â There you go. That should sound right.
He was ready to confront you, preparing himself to call out your name. But before he could do so,
âDove!â Sunaâs head snaps to the loud voice in front of him, and so does yours, as a tall, lanky, goofy-looking boy makes his way towards you. Much to Sunaâs dismay, for some reason, a smile etches itself onto your face as the other man approaches you. âI thought I would never find you.â
âTetsu, arenât you supposed to be practising with your team? You shouldnât be behind here.â
âWell, I just wanted to see my girl. Is there any harm in that, Dove?â
âTetsu, stop,â you mutter, a bit shy, âI donât want people from my school to hear you call me that.â
âAw, youâre still cute as ever. Here, let me help you with that.â Suna sees the guy, âTetsuâ, grab the basket of water bottles from your hands. You protest, pouting a bit as Kuroo brings the case above your reach so that you wouldnât be able to get it back. âI havenât seen you in awhile Dove, let me be nice, okay?â
Honestly, he personally doesnât know what overcame him, but out of nowhere Suna coughed loud enough for the pair to hear. He sees you jump a bit, seeing that one of your teammates, catching you in the midst of a conversation while you were supposed to be doing your duties. And it was even worse for you, as not only was it a teammate, but it was Suna. You assume that he probably hates your guts, based on what he said before. Even so, his glare started to make you feel a bit nervous.
âCan I help you?â Kuroo asks Suna as walks up to the both of them.
âI should be asking you that question. Do you need something from my team manager?â Embarrassed, you look down at your feet, trying to avert your eyes from Suna or Kurooâs.
Kurooâs eyes squint, looking at the middle-blocker who, to his surprise, matches his height. The both of them begin to have a staring competition, as one or the other refuses to tear away the eye contact. It started to worry you, because itâs almost been two minutes of harsh breathing and aggressive stares.
âO-Okay, Iâll be taking these then.â You grab the crate from Kuroo and begin to make your way to your original location. âGet back to practise guys! Lunch is in thirty!â
âWho are you and why were you talking to Y/N?â
âWoah, woah, buddy, why are you getting protective? Y/N, is a very, very, close friend of mine, so I think that I have a right to approach her right?â Kuroo smirks, stepping closer to Suna as a form of intimidation. âHow about you? Are you her boyfriend or something?â
Suna glares at Kuroo, wanting nothing more than to hit him in the jaw. He would, but one, that would take too much of his energy, and two, heâs pretty sure you would hate him if he does. Still, something in Suna just wanted to tell Kuroo that he was your boyfriend just for him to back off.
But he wasnât. Because he doesnât like you. Heâs sure of that.
âNo.â Kuroo laughs, stepping back before turning to make his way back to the gym.
âWell then, that means nothing is stopping me right?â Kuroo walks away, but not before aggressively pushing Sunaâs shoulder back with his own. Though, Suna was too concentrated on what the other boy said to even progress the aggression from the other side.
âWhat did he mean ânothing is stopping him? Is Kuroo going to do something to you? What will Kuroo do thatâll result in Suna blocking him?â
âSunarin! What are you still doing out here?!â Atsumu shriek could be heard from down the hall, making Suna jump out of his train of thought. He completely forgot that he was even standing here just staring at a wall and thinking of you. That was weird.
He usually never did.
â
The practice game against Inarizaki and Nekoma wasâŠtense.
You could feel the passive aggressiveness coming strangely, from Kuroo and Suna across the net. Everyone else was curious as well, wondering exactly why these two, whoâve never met before, suddenly have a feud similar to that of a world war. At first, you were completely clueless, but then began to wonder if something happened in the hallway after you left.
Maybe Suna said something to tease Kuroo? Or maybe, it was the other way around and now they just want to kill each other.
In the third set at twenty-two points to Inarizaki and twenty-four points to Nekoma, the stakes and the nerves were equally as high. Nekoma has one win and Inarizaki has the other. It seems that this practice game was being played for far more than it actually was, since Kuroo and Suna never acknowledged each other apart from glaring and swearing at each other under their breath. Their respective teams kept asking them if they were okay, both replying with, âyeah, letâs just win.â
âDo you think something happened between Suna and that Nekoma player?â The coach asks you, leaning in and whispering it so that others wouldnât hear.
âIâm not sureâŠbut they do seem pretty aggressive with one another.â
Then, as you look away for just a moment, a spike comes from Nekoma, but was thankfully received by Kita. Following a set by Atsumu, Osamu jumped to spike it down, but was then blocked by none other than Kuroo himself.
At the brink of time, Ojiro retrieves it back, calling Atsumu to set it once more, this time for Suna to powerfully spike it down, aiding them in their two point loss between them and Nekoma. As Suna jumps up, you see Kuroo and Kenma jump as well.
A feeling of failure begins to settle in your heart.
Suna hits the ball, powerfully, the first time youâve seen him hit a ball with so much energy.
But the ball immediately lands back down onto the same side, Kita not able to have caught up to it in time. Nekoma cheers out loud, congratulating each other on their hard work.
While Inarizaki lost, they began to support each other for their efforts, but you notice that Suna didnât look as relieved as the others. His stare is hostile, facing towards the otherside where you see Kuroo looking at him with the same confrontational gaze. You swallow nervously, beginning to make your way towards Suna to pull him back. The Inarizaki boys take notice as well, observing how Suna and Kuroo were both stomping their way to each other. The same feeling of failure seeps into your chest again and you could sense something was going to go terribly wrongâ
Suna punched Kuroo in the jaw!
Out of nowhere, a fight begins between the two players, both of them tussling with one another in the middle of the court. Kuroo lands a punch on Suna but is equally stunned when Suna fights back almost immediately after. You notice how Kuroo was pulling at his shirt, trying to bring him closer to land another blow, but fails as Suna strikes him one after the other. Both Nekoma and Inarizaki run up to their players, trying to pull them apart from one another.
The coaches start to shout at their players, ordering them to stop what they were doing at once.
Successfully, they both are torn apart from one another, but still continue to fight the air as they try to continue their brawl.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?!â Your coach asks, trying to instill some discipline into his player. Unfortunately, your heart fails to calm down after witnessing the both of them fight so aggressively. Youâve never seen Suna fight someone, or him be so mad.
Suna looks up, pulling his arms away from his teammates and stares at you.
As the both of you make eye-contact, you refuse to move from your position and remain shaking. Almost as if you gave him an answer to something, Suna walks away, leaving behind everyone in awe.
Just then, you look up at Kita, who nods for you to go.
âShould I go?â
The memory of him calling you annoying and smothering comes back in your mind.
âDoes he deserve my comfort?â
âPlease try to see things from his perspective, as Suna is often misunderstood.â
Putting down the clipboard on the bench, you run outside to try and find Suna. Fall has never been kind to Hyogo, as rain pelts down from the sky, fogging your ability to try and see Suna. You call out his name, but your volume is minute in comparison to the strength of the rain.
Running into the open hallway, you look left and right to try and find the familiar boy. But, no luck. Your heart begins to ache at the realisation that you had no idea where Suna is. You didnât know what he was doing all by himself in weather like this. Inside, you sincerely hope that he didnât run out in the street.
âOh God, what if he did?â
Out of sheer panic, you run towards the direction of the gate, praying to the heavens that he didnât do the latter. With rain coming down this hard, you knew that driverâs wouldnât be able to see as clearly as they usually do. And the thought of Suna running into the street in hopes of getting his comfort jelly chuupets at the convenience store down the road doesnât make you feel better at all.
You run out the gate, looking towards the direction of the store, failing to catch Suna or any person resembling him standing in the vicinity of it. Trying to get nearer and get a closer look, the sound of a blaring horn fills your ears. Turning to the left, you see a car heading your way, swerving side to side in a skidding motion. The road was so slippery in this type of weather, but why couldnât you move?
The car was getting closer and your feet felt like they were stuck on the ground.
âWhy canât I move?â
âY/N!â Your body jerks back to the side. The car swiftly passes the both of you, getting back onto its regular general direction before driving further down the road. You feel your heart beating profusely, your heaving chest moving up and down in hopes of slowing it. âAre you stupid?! What do you think youâre doing?!?â
Looking up to thank your saviour, Sunaâs panicked face greets you causing you to go silent. Both at the same time, you feel relief and stress seeing his face. Mostly relief because youâve finally found him after all the events that occured today.
âAnswer meââ
âIdiot!â Pushing him back, Suna stands there stunned while you clench your fists by your sides. âWhatâWhat do you think youâre doing, getting into fights, running out in the rainâŠare you a child?!? What is going on with you??â
Suna stands there silently.
âAnd donât just stand there, I ran out in the road because, because I thought you went to buy your stupid chuupets that you love so much down at the convenience store! You are like a child, wanting fucking food when youâre angry or stressed. You know, I shouldnât have come out here. In the rain, getting all wet. But you know what Suna, you know whatâs pathetic? This, running in shitty weather like this, wouldnât only be the most drastic thing I do for you.
Suna, for months, I-Iâve been buying expensive ass electrolyte packets, because I know you wouldnât drink regular water. You only drink water that tastes like fruit juice. Thatâs from my own money by the way! I also cook you food, that I spend time out of my nights, and sometimes mornings, because you are picky! I know you donât like cafeteria food, so I just threw my food into the circle, hoping to God that you just might like it! And-And letâs not forget about my towel, my hand sewn, hand washed, machine dried towel. I bring it for you fresh everyday Suna! I know you donât like the rough school towels, so I brought mine with my initials!
And do I get noticed? No! I never got a âthank youâ, or even a nod of recognition?! I have Atsumu or Osamu return my bento box in silence, even my towel, thrown into the pile with the rest of the teamâs towels, and I get called annoying. I slave myself every day, Suna, just to get your attention. But I donât think you realise that, I donât have to do these things. I have never, ever, forced myself to do these things.
I am sorry, if I smother you Suna. I just love you so fucking much that I donât realise the things I do to care for you, are exhausting.
But now, Iâm exhausted. Of not receiving the gratitude I expect for the things I do. I was fine for awhile Suna, but now Iâmââ
Then, you feel yourself being pushed onto his chest. One of Sunaâs arms wrap around your waist, while the other holds your head down gently, as if silencing you from saying the rest of what you wanted to say. You feel shock course through your veins as the last thing you expected was a hug from the Suna Rintarou.
You and Suna stood under the harsh rain, their heartbeats echoing the drumming of waterdrops around them. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that intimate moment.
âDonât get tired Y/N, please donât get tired of me.â Out of nowhere, you feel yourself begin to cry. Wiping your tears onto Sunaâs already wet jersey, he manages to sense your exhaustion, urging him to glide his hand on top of your head continuously. âI am grateful Y/N, that you do all these things for me without me having to ask.â
Suna pulls the both of you apart, cradling your face as he attempts to wipe your tears off. Despite his efforts however, you continue to cry, meanwhile struggling to breathe as you attempt to catch your breath. It feels like despite all the tears youâve cried in private, seeing Suna recognise you brought a whole different wave of emotions.
âDonât cry, I donât want to see you crying because of me.â At that moment, Suna ponders for a bit as you see him look at you. You feel yourself freeze as he leans down to plant two kisses on both of your cheeks, an effort to dry your tears. Putting his forehead on yours, his thumbs continuously brush your jawline, as if he was admiring you. âItâs difficult for me to say Y/N, but I love you.â
Your eyes widen.
âIâve loved you since elementary when you pushed that little boy off the swing after he pushed me off. Iâve loved you since middle school when you would sneakily put chuupets on my desk, even if you thought I didnât know. Youâre beautiful Y/N. And, Iâm sorry for not thanking you earlier for everything youâve done for me. Iâm not brave like you, I canât show the people I love that I care for them.â
âB-But the bentoâŠâ
âOf course I ate it. It hurts me to think that I didnât, I just always asked Atsumu or Osamu to bring it back. You make me nervous Y/N. I canât confidently walk up to you when you get prettier every time my eyes turn to you.
You make me weak, Y/N.â You huff, sniffling as Suna lands another kiss on the tip of your nose. He smiles and brings you in for another hug, but this time, your arms wrap around him tightly.
It is difficult to love Suna Rintarou.
It was a path fraught with uncertainties and moments of doubt. But as you stood there, holding the rain-soaked figure before you, you knew that the journey was worth it. Because in the depths of his guarded heart, you had found a love that was as powerful as it was fragile, as beautiful as it was challenging. And you were determined to weather the storm, to be the unwavering presence that helped him navigate the complexities of love and vulnerability.
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It's a Match! || 141 x reader
[ Chapter 7 ] || [ Chapter 9 ]
Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader
Words: 1.1K~
Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?
a/n: ghost is making a move.
Chapter 8: Awooga?
Surprisingly, your one-night stand with John last night did wonders for you. You felt energized all day and made it a point to clean everything instead of moping about like you have tended to do since your break-up with Ethan.
There were days when you considered texting him, neck deep in feelings you couldnât quite move past, trying your best to stay afloat. Four years by his side couldnât be forgotten in the blink of an eye, even if neither of you wanted anything to do with the other and had each other blocked on every platform imaginable.
Itâs 4 P.M. on Saturday and youâre laying about in your living room wearing lounge clothes, your legs spread over your coffee table, eyes lazily locked on the TV as you fiddle with your phone, twirling it in your hand.
Eventually, you find yourself getting bored⊠So you decide to open Tinder one last time. You got what you wanted out of it. John scratched that itch⊠Thereâs no need to keep it. But itâs still funny enough to judge the men on that app even if youâre no longer doing anything with them.
You start Left Swiping on every profile that comes onto your screen, silently judging each one and murmuring to yourself. You get about 15 profiles in before you find yourself bored of even that.
Sighing and getting peckish, you decide to order yourself something good for dinner from a delivery app. Then, while waiting for the notification that your driver is on his way, you return to Tinder.
You open the DM tab, finding dozens of new DMs from guys and skim through them, none of them catching your eye. If you were in the mood, youâd maybe engage in convo with one of them, maybe annoy them a little⊠But they all seem so⊠bland.
Then you find Simonâs chat lost in the influx. You click on it for a moment, smiling a bit as you spot his politeness and excess professionalism for someone thatâs on a dating app looking to get laid.
Biting your lip, your fingers glide across the keyboard as you shoot him a quick message.
you: so⊠are you thinking of ever uploading a new pic of yourself?
The Read indicator popped up under your DM almos instantly, and the bubbles indicating Simon was typing soon followed.
Simon: Look who it is.
Simon: Hello to you too.
Simon: No, I donât intend to do that.
you: hi, sorry. x
you: why not?
Simon: I donât take this app seriously enough to want to show off what I look like.
you: was that a dig at me for having a whole gallery?
Simon: No.
Simon: Unless you want it to be. đ
you: đ±đ±
you: SIMON DID YOU JUST USE AN EMOJI?
Simon: I regret doing it now.
you: NOOOO pls donât!
you: it was fun!!!!
Simon: Alright then.
Simon: How are you feeling today?
Youâre genuinely shocked by his question and you find yourself smiling a bit.
you: iâm okay hru?
Simon: Just okay? Iâm fine thanks.
you: yeah! feeling lazy.
Simon: You had me worried you werenât feeling well after last night.
Your cheeks warm up so quickly that you even sputter and sit up on the couch with a start.
you: you know??
Simon: Of course I know.
Simon: Johnâs my captain.Â
you: he told you???????
Simon: No. Johnâs old school. No kiss and tell.
Simon: But we were all expecting heâd go home with you.
Simon: Kind of an open secret.
you: oh
Simon: Does that bother you?
you: i donât think so?
you: i guess i shouldâve expected you would realize it
Simon: Iâm sorry.
Simon: To be fair, I can tell you that you did a great job, heâs in a much better mood.
you: that is not the praise you think it is đ
Simon: Iâm not used to giving praise, cut me some slack alright?
you: right. i can see that.
you: the whole - my team would say i push them - thing
Simon: I stand by that.
Simon: Iâm not very good at talking.
Simon: But Iâm not a liar.
you: iâve noticed
you: you tend to hate being called that.
Simon: Lie enough on the job.
Simon: When Iâm talking to people outside of that, I like being as honest as I can be.
you: i see
you: sooo does that mean i can ask you things and youâll be honest in the answers?
Simon: About?
you: you
Simon: Within reason.
you: what do you look like
Simon: 6ft4, blonde, brown eyes.
you: thatâs it?
Simon: I said âWithin reasonâ. That means I wonât give you more than I think I should.
you: infuriating đ€
Simon: Thatâs life.
Just as youâre about to answer, your doorbell rings. You were so absorbed in Simonâs chat that you didnât notice your delivery driver arrived.
You slip on some shoes quickly and dash downstairs to the front door of the building to receive your food.
Once upstairs, you set your food on the table and unwrap everything, beginning to eat your Nandoâs chicken as you try to resume texting Simon one-handed.
Thatâs when you spot the message he sent you while you were busy.
Simon: Added some new pics.
Simon: Donât say I never did anything for you.
Simon: But Iâll take them down in 2 minutes so you better hurry up.
Eyebrows raised, you quickly click on his profile and rush to tap through to the new pictures.
The first one makes you chuckle. Of course, itâs him wearing a hoodie and a stupid mask⊠But the second one? Your jaw drops open and you find yourself swallowing dryly.
âAwoogaâŠâ You quip to yourself and giggle, amused at your own silliness as your eyes trail over every inch of exposed skin in Simonâs chest. Even if thatâs not him, even if thatâs just some⊠bloke he found online, itâs still a bloody fine picture.
Returning to the chat, you type a quick reply.
you: not bad
Simon: Answered your questions?
you: raised a couple more.
Simon: Good.
Simon: You keep them in your mind for later.
you: why does it feel like youâre leaving??
Simon: Because I am. Duty calls.
Simon: Iâll tell John you said 'Hi'.
you: okay...
you: be careful!
As soon as you sent that message you found yourself facepalming. Why do you sound like a concerned partner? You donât even know this man. Any of them really. Even if you had one of them inside of you less than 24 hours ago.
You don't dwell too much on it because soon there's a message from Simon on the screen.
Simon: Always am. Donât miss us too much.
Shaking your head, you set down your phone, locking the screen, and turning back to your peri-peri chicken and chips, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.
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Hey hey hey
Can i please request producer!grumpy! Chan x producer! Sunshine! Reader? Enemies-to-lovers?? Like chan has a bad first impression on reader and doesn't like her but like they get put together for work and he falls in love?? Can you make it really fluffy and domestic at the end (like they're in a r/s and like they kiss and cuddle alot????)
thawing the ice.
bang chan x fem!reader / at first, chan really didnât like you and had a bad first impression of you. but then, you got teamed up for a project. spending time together changed everything, and he found himself falling for you.
additional tags / grumpy producer chan x sunshine producer reader (i mean⊠i tried. đ), fluff, domestic fluff, forced proximity, mutual pining, workplace romance, love confessions, love-hate relationship, dislike to lovers â 1.5k words in total.
content warnings / kisses, smooches, and cuddles
authors notes @ anon / hey heyo anon <3, thanks for the awesome request! loved writing this. you asked for enemies to lovers, but the enemies part kinda fizzled out while i was writingânot my strongest trope, lol đ still, hope you enjoy it !! <3
You glance at your watch, groaning internally. Itâs barely eight in the morning and youâre already heading to the studio for another day of work. It wouldnât be so bad if it wasnât for the fact that you were going to be working closely with Chan. Again.
Itâs not that you dislike Chan. Honestly, how could you? Heâs talented, driven, and ridiculously handsome. But from the moment you met him, heâs been nothing but cold and dismissive. Itâs like heâs made it his mission to make your life difficult.
As you walk into the studio, you see him already there, his back to you as he fiddles with some equipment. You take a deep breath, plastering a smile on your face. âMorning, Chan!â
He doesnât turn around. âMorning.â
You suppress a sigh. Another day, another brush-off.
You set your bag down and get to work, trying to ignore the icy atmosphere. The day drags on, the silence between you both filled with nothing but the hum of electronics and the occasional muttered curse from Chan.
Finally, after what feels like hours, you manage to get him to talk. âHey, Chan, can you listen to this track? I think it needs something, but I canât figure out what.â
He looks up, eyebrows raised. âYou want my opinion?â
âUh, yeah. Youâre one of the best producers here,â you say, trying not to sound too sarcastic. He might be a jerk, but you still need his input.
He listens to the track, his expression unreadable. âIt needs more bass. And the vocals are too soft. They need to be more upfront.â
You nod, making notes. âGot it. Thanks.â
The rest of the day goes by in much the same way, but you notice something strange. Every time you ask for his help, he gives it without complaint. And every now and then, you catch him watching you, a strange look in his eyes.
***
As the weeks go by, things start to change. Itâs subtle at first. He starts offering his help without being asked. He brings you coffee in the mornings, saying itâs just because heâs getting one for himself anyway. He even starts making small talk.
One day, as youâre both working late, he surprises you. âHey, do you want to grab some dinner after this?â
You blink, taken aback. âUh, sure. That sounds great!â
You end up at a little diner, talking and laughing like old friends. Itâs the first time youâve seen him genuinely smile, and it takes your breath away.
âYou know,â he says, looking down at his plate, âI donât actually hate you.â
You laugh, but itâs a little shaky. âCouldâve fooled me.â
He looks up, his eyes serious. âIâm... Iâm not good at this. At feelings. Iâve liked you since the day we met, but I didnât know how to act around you. I thought being distant would make it easier.â
Your heart skips a beat. âYou like me?â
He nods, looking almost shy. âYeah. A lot.â
You reach across the table, taking his hand. âI like you too, Chan. A lot.â
***
From that night on, things change even more. Youâre not just coworkers anymore. Youâre friends. And, slowly, you become something more.
There are late nights at the studio where he pulls you into his lap, kissing you softly as you work.
Itâs nearly midnight, and you and Chan are the only ones left in the studio. The room is dimly lit, the glow from the computer screens casting a soft light over everything. Youâre both exhausted, but thereâs still work to be done. Youâre hunched over your laptop, tweaking some last-minute details on a track, when you feel his presence behind you.
âHey, take a break,â he murmurs, his voice low and husky from hours of talking and singing.
âI just need to finish this part,â you reply, not looking up. âAlmost done.â
He sighs, but thereâs a smile in his voice. âAlright, Miss Perfectionist.â
You hear him move around, and then suddenly, youâre being lifted out of your chair. âChan!â you yelp, but he just laughs, pulling you into his lap as he sits back down.
âRelax,â he says, his arms wrapping around you. âYouâve been working too hard.â
You lean back against him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. âI just want everything to be perfect.â
âI know,â he says, his lips brushing against your ear. âBut you need to take care of yourself too.â
You tilt your head, looking up at him. âAnd what about you? Youâve been working just as hard.â
He grins, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. âIâm taking care of myself right now.â
You smile, your heart fluttering. âOkay, fine. Five-minute break.â
âGood,â he says, his lips trailing down your neck. âBecause I need more of this.â
You close your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of his lips on your skin, the warmth of his arms around you. In that moment, all the stress and exhaustion melts away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.
Then, there are lazy Sundays spent cuddling on the couch, watching movies and stealing kisses.
Itâs a lazy Sunday afternoon, and youâre both sprawled on the couch, watching a movie. Chanâs arm is draped over your shoulders, and your head rests against his chest. The movie is some cheesy rom-com, but neither of you are really paying attention. Youâre too busy stealing kisses and laughing at each otherâs jokes.
âHey, pay attention,â you say, swatting his hand away as he tries to tickle you. âThis is the best part.â
âOh, really?â he teases, his fingers brushing against your side again. âWhat happens?â
You laugh, trying to squirm away. âStop! Youâll see.â
He grins, finally relenting. âAlright, alright. Iâll behave.â
You settle back against him, feeling his heartbeat against your cheek. Itâs moments like this that make everything worth it. The late nights, the long hours, all of it. Because at the end of the day, you have this. You have him.
âYou know,â he says suddenly, his voice soft, âI could get used to this.â
You look up at him, surprised. âWhat, lazy Sundays?â
He shakes his head, his eyes serious. âNo. Us. Being together like this.â
Your heart skips a beat. âMe too.â
He smiles, leaning down to kiss you. Itâs slow and sweet, full of all the things he canât put into words. And you know, without a doubt, that you feel the same way.
Then, there are also mornings where you wake up tangled together, his arms around you and his breath warm against your neck.
The first rays of sunlight are just starting to filter through the curtains when you wake up. Youâre tangled in the sheets, Chanâs arm draped over your waist, his breath warm against your neck. You can feel his chest rise and fall with each breath, his body a comforting weight against yours.
You turn your head slightly, just enough to see his face. He looks so peaceful, so different from the grumpy, guarded man you met months ago. You reach up, brushing a strand of hair away from his face, and he stirs, his eyes slowly opening.
âMorning,â he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
âMorning,â you reply, smiling. âSleep well?â
He nods, pulling you closer. âAlways do when youâre here.â
You feel your heart swell at his words. âYouâre sweet, you know that?â
He chuckles, his lips brushing against your shoulder. âOnly for you.â
You laugh, rolling over to face him. âLucky me.â
âYeah,â he says, his eyes soft as they meet yours. âLucky me.â
You lean in, kissing him softly. Itâs a slow, lingering kiss, the kind that makes you feel like youâre the only two people in the world. When you finally pull away, you rest your forehead against his, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
âI love you,â he whispers, his voice barely audible.
You smile, your heart feeling like it might burst. âI love you too.â
And as you lie there, wrapped up in each other, you know that this is where youâre meant to be. With him. Always.
***
One evening, as youâre sitting on a bench at the park together, he turns to you, his expression serious. âYou know, Iâve never felt this way about anyone before. You make me want to be better. For you.â
You smile, your heart swelling. âYou already are, Chan. You always have been.â
He kisses you, and itâs slow and sweet, full of all the things heâs never been able to say. And you know, without a doubt, that he loves you.
As the months go by, you can see the change in him. Heâs still grumpy and a little rough around the edges, but thereâs a softness to him now, a warmth that wasnât there before. And you know that, no matter what, youâll always have each other.
One night, as youâre both lying in bed, you turn to him, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. âHey, Chan?â
âYeah?â
âIâm glad we ended up working together. Even if you were a jerk at first.â
He chuckles, pulling you closer. âMe too. And for what itâs worth, Iâm sorry. For being a jerk.â
You smile, pressing a kiss to his chest. âYouâre forgiven. Just... keep being you. Thatâs all I need.â
And as you drift off to sleep, wrapped in his arms, you know that youâve found something special. Something real. And you wouldnât trade it for anything in the world.
© deerlino (est. 090624) àŒŻ heyo, did you enjoy this piece? if you did, maybe you could reblog, drop a comment, or shoot me an ask to let me know your thoughts. also, feel free to check out my other stuff! thanks a bunch for the support! <3
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RESPONSIBLE DADS - LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN X READER
Warnings : autistic!Zayne with his autistic daughter, all of them are girl dads here (except for Xavier who has twins), cuteness-aggression bites, one mention of a gun (no one is harmed!), no mentions of pregnancy (their kids can be interpreted as biological or adopted), this isnât proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : so much domestic fluff âčïžđ«¶đœ
Word count : 2.3K words (holy shit???)
Additional notes : This is a combination of two asks Iâd received a month or two ago about the LNDS men as dads while their partner is away, and Zayne in particular struggling with his own autism vs his childâs autism. The brain rot was real in this oneđ To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inboxđ«¶đœ
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âShe went down without much of a fuss,â Zayne said, slowly closing the bedroom door behind him as he set his phone on the dresser and got ready for bed over the video call, despite the time zone differences. Heâd tried to convince them to just let themself rest instead of staying up past 3 AM, but theyâd paid him no mind and insisted on seeing him last thing before bed.
They hummed, watching him slip out of his button up through their screen with a fond gaze. âShe is really quiet compared to what Iâve heard about kids her age.â
In the midst of folding his shirt, he paused, a slight crease between his eyebrows. âA little too quiet.â At his concerned face, they straightened up in their seat and leaned in closer to their phone. âI think⊠she has difficulty connecting with me.â
Their expression was unsure at that. âI donât know, Zayne. You know she loves youâŠâ
âI do,â was his swift answer, pausing as he pulled his pyjama shirt over his head, then popping out with his hair adorably mussed. âBut maybe she feels like I wouldnât understand her.â
No matter how much he wanted to seem stoic and unaffected by the prospect, there was no hiding the conflicted emotions swimming in his eyes. With an almost sad smile, they asked him, âEven though anyone that sees you two says you have so much in common?â
With a slight flush (was it out of embarrassment as he noticed his messy hair, or was it a twinge of pride in being so connected to his daughter?) he began to apply his minimal skincare that heâd grown used to with them, scarred skin deftly being cared for after years of neglect.
âAutistic girls have different experiences than autistic boys, and their struggles are often overlooked because of these differences. Maybe she subconsciously feels that we canât bridge that gap.â
Resting their head against their hand, keen eyes bore through him. Zayne would never go unheard as long as they were there. âDo you feel that gap?â
He shrugged, swallowing thickly as he wiped the excess off on his hand towel. âItâs not about me. Studies show thatââ
Shaking their head, they sighed a little in affectionate exasperation. âIt doesnât matter what studies say. Youâre overthinking it because you want things to be perfect. Itâs sweet, just⊠not very realistic.â
âMm. I know,â he softly conceded, combing through his hair with a distant glimmer in his eyes. It wasnât so easy, navigating the emotions and ideas of a child that one already struggled with for decades.
They apologetically smiled at him, then added, âShe trusts you with her life because she knows how hard you try to understand her, no matter how difficult that may be sometimes. You give her the space to be able to communicate her needs properly, and thatâs why she loves you beyond measure, Zayne.â
He looked away for a few beats, but that was enough time for them to see the misty-eyed wonder in his eyes as he looked at the crooked drawing on his bedside table that sheâd made of him holding her in his arms.
His sweet daughter who carried a piece of his heart everywhere she went.
âThen sheâs just like you. Very open with her affections.â Huffing out an impossibly tender laugh, he picked up his phone once again and began to climb into bed, his shoulders sagging with relief; like he needed that reassurance to be able to nestle his body into the mattress, cold as it was without his lover. âSometimes I wonder what I did to deserve it from you bothâŠâ
âYouâre gonna get sick like that, and guess whoâll be cleaning up that mess?â Rafayel frowned, grabbing his daughter by the scruff of her neck and carrying her off before she got her pretty dress drenched by the wave that came crashing down where sheâd been standing.
âI canât get sick from water, daddy, and you know it,â came the reply between giggles, her eyes closed as she relished in the spray of seawater.
With a grunt, he fumbled with his phone a little as he switched to carrying her against his hip with one arm, before turning back to the ongoing video call. âHolding down the fort?â they teasingly asked, arching their brow at their daughterâs windswept hair and inevitably sandy fists curled up against Rafayelâs chest.
âShe likes to bully me.â He pouted as he saw two pairs of mischievous eyes looking at him. âNo guesses as to where she picked that up from.â
âAre you sure that your six year old daughterâwho, mind you, is as cute as a buttonâis bullying you?â
âDaddyâs just silly, Lemurians are fine with water,â his daughter tried to reason with what she felt was perfectly logical. âHe just doesnât want to wash my clothes again if I get them wet.â
âAnd why should I?â he indignantly huffed out at the grin that showed she was definitely up to no good. âTheyâll get dirty ten seconds later anyways. Itâs such a pain.â
âMaybe you shouldnât leave paint buckets everywhere, then I wouldnât be on my fourth dress of the day.â Her sassy mutter under her breath was the last straw, and then his instincts took over andâ
Chomp!
His teeth nibbled on her round little cheeks, cuteness aggression washing away any possible annoyance (which heâd been feigning, anyways) at the prospect of having to do the laundry all over again. She cried out in protest, though her shreaks of laughter and tighter hold on him gave away the fact thatânot unlike his partnerâshe loved every bit of it.
âYou got my face all dirty,â she whined, wiping her cheek against his silk shirt as he walked them back up to the house, much to his dismay.
A chuckle came from his screen, and he flushed under the sweet gaze and the grin he missed so much. âThere goes another round in the washing machine. Yâknow, Raf, itâs not the smartest move around to wear your favorite clothes around your kid.â
âNo kidding,â he grumbled, though there was no bite behind his words. In fact, the tender look in his gem-like eyes only spoke volumes of the adoration he held inside. And maybe his little girl felt it, and decided it would be the perfect moment to press a kiss to where she could reach, right over his heart.
âI donât mind the paint, daddy. You always make the prettiest things with it, pretty just like you,â she softly said, her tiny index finger toying with the pearlescent button on his blouse.
How much more did she want to squeeze his heart in his chest? He didnât think he could possibly love her any more than he already did, and yet here she was, proving over and over again that she was the greatest gift he could ever be blessed with after all these years. Walking into their home with sandy feet and salty skin was no longer a dream, but a part of his quaint little life.
âEven if you did ruin my favorite dress and sandals.â
âPapaâs been asleep for three hours now,â she whined in a low voice, her bottom lip jutted out as she looked back at Xavier curled up in a ball in the middle of the unmade bed, legs tangled in the messy sheets. She then turned back to the videocall at hand. âCanât you wake him up, please?â
Her twin brother popped up from behind her and patted her shoulders in what he hoped was a soothing manner. âHeâs tired after he played with us. Letâs leave him for a bit.â
With a downcast gaze, she reluctantly nodded and walked out with him, the phone shaking as it was a little too big for her small hands.
Now out in the living room, they could finally raise their voices a little. âPapa cleaned up in the morning too. We probably shouldnât have asked him to play with us.â He looked a little forlorn as he fiddled with his fingers. Painfully shy, it often showed when he was doubting himself. âWe tried to help him after lunch, butââ
âThatâs okay, what matters is that you both tried to lend him a hand,â they sweetly reassured them as they smiled through the screen. âAnd Iâm sure if he was too tired to play with you guys, he wouldnât have offered it in the first place.â
Their daughter gasped, eyes shining in awe at that. âHow did you know that Papa was the one who came up with the game?â
âBecause he waits for playtime every day, just to spend time with you guys. Heâs always so excited, yâknow?â
With matching grins (though one was more bashful than the other), the two seven year-olds looked significantly lighter than they had been when the call had first started. The precious moment was soon interrupted by a yawn from behind and a tuft of blonde hair taking up half the background.
âDid you two sneak off to have them all to yourself?â came Xavierâs sleep-addled voice, as he shuffled to pull them onto his lap and readjust the camera. âCheeky, taking advantage of my nap.â
His daughter laughed, her hands going to loop around his neck. âWe werenât! Promise.â
Her brother reached up to pat down Xavierâs bedhead, gently combing through the soft locks. âYou looked tired, Papa. We didnât want to wake you up with our voices.â
At that, Xavier couldnât help the upwards quirk of his lips, all the love one could contain threatening to burst through as he held his world between his fingertipsâand the best part of him miles away but no further from the heart.
âYouâre sweet, just like a certain someone we all miss,â he said, before kissing their foreheads and ruffling their hair, earning little grumbles of protest. Turning his attention back to the videocall, Xavierâs eyes softened. âHow long until we can take naps together on the couch again?â
His partner sighed, glancing at the calender on the wall for a moment. âShould be three days. Itâs hell without you guys. Maybe Iâve gotten used to waking you all up for an hour in the mornings.â
âHey, itâs all because of Papa!â
âHe does sleep in twice as long as usâŠâ
âAnd itâs gotten even worse now that youâre gone.â
He chuckled at their sulking feeding off each other, and the collective agreement that things just werenât the same when his lover wasnât beside him where they belonged. âThen maybe this should be enough to convince them to hurry back to us so we can get up early every day, hmm?â
âTell me why Luke and Kieran frantically called me up and told me stop you from endangering our one year old girl. Now.â
âWell, hello to you too, sweetie.â Sylus rolled his eyes at the clearly enthusiastic greeting. âIâve missed you too. Iâm doing good without you for two weeks. Thanks for asking.â
âYeah, yeah, donât give me that crap. Youâll live.â Scoffing, they crossed their arms in front of their chest. âLess avoiding the topic, more explaining why your seconds in command are treating you like a ticking bomb.â
âTheyâre more like lackeys, you know.â A hint of irritation climbed up his spine. Luke and Kieran were more like lost puppies that would be a danger to themselvesâand societyâif they were left to their whims. Thatâs all that they were (or so he tried to convince himself).
They waved him off, knowing that his half-assed words werenât to be taken seriously. âI beg to differ. Now, where is she and what happened?â
Silence settled for a few moments, but then he realized it wasnât in his favor to not quickly come clean. âShe was playing around with me in bed, then seemed fascinated by my left pocket. Said pocket⊠may or may not have had a gun.â
Leaning in close to the camera, they sighed heavily, and pinched the bridge of their nose. âAnd Iâm assuming her magic little fingers found the trigger.â
âMore or less yes,â he mumbled under his breath, swallowing thickly as he met their dead-eyed stare. âHad to whip it out and fling it across the room⊠which may or may not have caused it to slam into the new bookcase and send it toppling.â
It didnât matter how many people heâd managed to fearlessly face down; pinned underneath his partnerâs disapproval, he found himself unable to move. âAnd thatâs where they came in?â
Sylus hummed, flipping the camera and showing them the fractured remains on the floor. âSorry about that, sweetie. Didnât have the time to clean it up, what with feeding her and getting her ready for bed.â
âItâs fine, I can build another one.â Their quick dismissal was followed by the furrowing of their eyebrows. âWhat matters is that you prioritized her safety first.â
âOf course,â he was quick to reply, turning the camera back to himself, before he chuckled a little, sweetness seeping through his voice, âThough I do admit, seeing her have no self-preservation instincts really did make her strikingly similar to you in that regard.â
âReally flattering, hearing you praise her brashness and compare it to mine.â Their expression then grew more serious, and they worried their bottom lip between their teeth. âBut⊠please. Donât keep any weapons in the same room as her. Sheâs naturally curious.â
âDonât have to tell me twice,â he murmured, having had his dose of sheer panic at her tiny hands. He couldnât remember a moment in his life when heâd been as terrified as he was earlier, his blood turning to ice at the thought of endangering her because of his own fast-paced life.
âI know youâll be more careful. Youâre so good to herâand me,â they quietly mused, a grateful look on their face as they admired himâtired ruby eyes, unruly silver hair, and all.
And Sylus had no control over his own lovesick stare, perfectly content with dancing in their palm for the rest of their lives. After all, heâd found the only two people in this world he could forfeit his life for. There was no shame in admitting itâand so he did, ever so softly. âI suppose you can take pride in knowing that you both have me wrapped around your fingers.â
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