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Thinking about Gyomei who returns from a long string of missions to find his s/o laying down, staring at nothing. Eyes empty, voice apathetic, like a cup with a hole at the bottom, drained of life.

Gyomei's big frame craddling his s/o, rocking back and forth in comfort, trying to breathe more life into his s/o's depressed form, trying to return the warmth stolen by their mind.

Gyomei ready to give up, when his s/o starts to respond to his touch finally...

... after all his cuddles are the best.

- Beer anon 🍻

Who has two thumbs and gets carried away writing about sad boys 👍😎👍

Thank you for this ask. I loved writing about Gyomei and I hope I did him well!

NSFW and unbearable cuteness beneath the cut.

Softer than Mochi- Gyomei x Reader

Gyomei's chin was tilted down as he listened to you. Ordinarily, your voice brought him familiar comfort, but lately he had noticed the sound of it, along with the scent of your skin, was eliciting a new sort of reaction.

It was both unbearably exciting and incredibly uncomfortable.

"Please continue." He shifted his weight as he sat cross-legged on the rocks. His cheeks were getting warm as you told him about your latest mission. "You pursued the demon through the forest?"

You continued speaking, seemingly unaware of his predicament. "Yes. So anyway, the demon almost got away, but I took it down and managed to save the woman it was trying to snatch away. It won't bother anyone again."

"Ah… good. You did well. I'm proud."

There was a slight shift in the air which told him you'd taken a step forward. His heart quickened.

"Thank you," you said. "I couldn't have done it without your training."

Instinctively, Gyomei opened his arms to accept your embrace. You hugged him often, and he enjoyed it every time.

You were so soft and precious to him. Most people felt small to Gyomei– even Tengen Uzui who stood six and a half feet tall and had muscles on muscles felt like a willow branch sometimes.

The stone hashira wrapped you in his arms, breathing in your warm and lovely scent.

"My sweet friend," he whispered as you buried your face against his neck, making his stomach flutter. "Your capabilities come from your strength and determination, not from me. I taught you ways to use your tools, but you were the one who built and refined them. And you have already been given your next mission?"

"Yes." Your voice was filled with a conflicting mix of weariness and determination. The lower ranked slayers such as yourself were always busy taking down weaker demons, while hashira were assigned to the less frequent but more difficult missions. "I have to leave here in an hour in fact. I have a train to catch."

An hour was too little time to spend together, but Gyomei would cherish every moment. "I smell matcha… what is that?"

"I brought you some mochi," you said, placing a paper packet in his large hands.

Gyomei smiled and carefully unwrapped the packet, touching his fingers to the squishy little cakes. They were round, perfectly smooth, and as soft as your cheeks, but each one had two little pointed bumps on top… they felt like ears.

The stone hashira's smile widened. "Are they cat-shaped?"

Your excited laughter was heartwarming music to him. "Yes!"

His chest filled with adoration. "They're almost too cute to eat. Thank you, my dearest friend."

You sat beside him on the rocks, listening to the roaring waterfall and the babbling song of the river. Your hand rested in his, so small and delicate but somehow so warm and profound.

"Please be safe on your mission," Gyomei said. "And inform me when you get back."

His heart leapt as you leaned against him, resting your head on his bicep. "I will. I'll come and find you before I do anything else. You be safe too, Gyo."

When you stood, his heart lamented. The air shifted again and he opened his arms to embrace you, but this time you pressed your lips softly to his cheek, your hands resting on his shoulders.

The tingle of your kiss lingered on his skin long after you left for your mission. Gyomei remained seated where you left him, smiling as he thought of you and ate the mochi you so sweetly made for him. The world, for a little while, was very beautiful.

Gyomei had faced countless demons, he had suffered every brutality, but your gentle kiss hit him harder than anything he had ever known before. Your lips were so soft he could have wept.

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Five days passed before he heard whispers of your return but you did not come to see him as promised.

That was unlike you and it filled Gyomei with concern. He walked the familiar path to your home, trying to calm his mind. There could be a number of explanations; maybe you were asleep, maybe you had been summoned elsewhere… maybe you had only said you would come to see him first to humor him.

He reached your front door and raised his hand to knock, but found only empty space in front of his knuckles. He called out your name and heard only silence. His heart plummeted.

Your door was open and you were not responding. He immediately suspected the worst. But there was no trace of a demon, no sickly scent of death or injury.

"I'm coming in," he said, so as not to scare you.

Your house was silent, and the air had a strange sort of quality. In the past, your home had been a place of comfort for him, but now when he stepped across the threshold he felt a sorrowful weight in his heart.

"Are you here?" He tried to conceal the worry, but it came out anyway. "My friend, speak to me… please."

"Gyo…"

At the sound of your voice his heart leapt. He turned toward the sound and took a step forward.

"Are you hurt?" He asked.

"No… I'm sorry I scared you."

You were on the floor.

He crouched close to you, reaching out a hand toward you. "My friend, what has happened? I can hear the pain in your voice."

A heavy silence sat between you. Oh, his heart was aching and he couldn't fathom why. Your voice sounded so empty, so utterly broken. You were sitting on a futon in the center of the room; still and quiet and emanating sorrow. He couldn't hold back from reaching out further and placing his hand upon you. His fingers brushed your forearm and traveled down until he found your hand and held it in his. Somehow you felt smaller… hollow…

He didn't press the issue. You would tell him in your own time. He simply sat with you and held your hand. Gyomei was patient.

After a while you moved. He heard your clothes shuffle, felt the air waft against him as you moved your body.

His heart squeezed as you rested your forehead on his shoulder, and he couldn't refrain from holding you. He wrapped you up in his arms, easing you down to sit in his lap as he surrounded you in his embrace.

You fit so perfectly against him; so small and sacred. He held you with endless love and affection, cradling you in his arms as he rested his chin on top of your head. Something had bruised your sweet spirit, and he would hold you for eternity if he thought it could help you heal.

Finally, you spoke. "I failed, Gyomei. The demon's victims begged me to help and I failed. I couldn't save them."

It was a pain he knew too well, and a pain you would have to make space for in your heart because it would never truly go away.

"I'm sorry. That is never easy."

You pressed yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Please forgive me."

"Oh, little one." His chest ached. He was so bound to your shattering heart that the splinters of it pierced through his own. "How I wish I could take away your pain."

You trembled as silent sobs wracked your body and Gyomei rocked with you. You mourned the lives you hardly knew and he held you through it as though he could shield you from the rest of the world until the grief was gone.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, still weeping.

"You are forgiven, my dearest friend." He knew the apology wasn't truly meant for him, but he also knew you needed a seed of forgiveness to allow solace to take root and start to grow.

You cried your tears until you had nothing left. Finally, you grew still and the tension in your body waned.

"You have such a beautiful soul." He unwound one of his arms from around you and wiped away your tears with his thumb. He smiled, "And the softest cheeks."

You laughed quietly and it mended your hearts a little. "Thank you."

"Please do not be sad anymore. Take this pain and use it to help more people."

"Gyomei…" His name was music when it came from your lips. "You're so dear to me. This mission helped me realize I should make sure you know that."

"You are to me too. You're precious."

The gentle touch of your fingers on his jaw made his heart flutter. You traced the shape of his face as he had done to you so many times before.

His pulse raced. The air between you crackled with something unspoken. Your breaths were shallow and shivering as they blew across his lips. Heat prickled on his cheeks and along the column of his neck as he continued to hold you, dipping his chin to he nearer to you. He was inexperienced but not completely naive. Even if he couldn’t quite believe it was happening, he knew you were thinking about kissing him.

He wanted it too.

“I adore you," he managed to whisper.

"I adore you too."

His heart pounded as you traced the outline of his lips with your fingertips. It was the most intimate sensation he had ever felt. Each breath he drew took a tremendous effort and barely reached the top of his lungs. This was unlike him; Gyomei was in tune with every muscle in his body, and yet your tender touch weakened him more than he thought possible.

He released you from his embrace and raised his hands to your face, finding his bearings before he leaned down and closed the distance, kissing you with infinite tenderness.

The moment his lips met yours, you responded, melting against him and kissing him back; so soft and warm it made his entire body ache. His heart was full to bursting as his thoughts tumbled like a landslide. Your lips were even softer than your cheeks, softer than mochi, warmer than sunlight.

The kiss seemed to breathe life back into you, and almost at once there was a new passion and hunger which he had sometimes dreamed of experiencing. But never once did he actually believe he could share it with you. You stole his breath away.

When the kiss broke, you showered his face in smaller, more chaste, but no less lovely kisses. Gyomei felt himself smile as his hands trailed down your back.

"Tell me, cherished one," he said quietly, "just so I don't run away with myself. Is this simply to feel good and numb your pain, or is this truly how you feel?"

Thank the gods that the silence afterward was only momentary. His heart couldn't stand it.

"It's how I feel," you responded, caressing the sides of his face with both hands and giving him goosebumps. "Gyo… this is why I come to you after every mission to embrace you and hold your hands. This is why I make cat-shaped mochi for you. I thought you knew I love you."

His heart was about to burst from his chest and his smile could not be contained. "Ah… yes, now that I consider it, it seems obvious."

You laughed. "My sweet Gyo."

You kissed him again. Though it had only been moments since the last one, relief coursed through him as he drew from that sweet warmth and softness.

"My most beloved, I am yours."

Your hands explored his shape, traversing the neckline of his shirt to the very top of his chest. While not vain, Gyomei was proud of his strength and the muscles he worked so hard to hone. Your quiet hum of approval sounded against his lips as your fingers touched his pectorals. It filled him with pride.

A breathless, tingling sensation coursed through his body as your touches grew bolder and your kisses increased in intensity. The sensation of your hands brushing his bare skin caused a sensation not unlike you were tugging a chord connected to his core.

"Am I moving too fast?" You asked, still resting your forehead against his as though it was as painful for you to be apart as it was for him.

"Not at all. Continue, please." Heat pickled across his cheeks, far more intense than any sunbeam.

"You're blushing," you whispered before taking his hand and leading it toward your face, brushing your cheeks with the back of his fingers. "I'm blushing too."

He smiled. "I feel it. You're so warm."

Your cheeks grew plump beneath his fingers as you smiled, and then your hand left his. He heard the soft rustle of fabric, the quickening of your breath, and then you took his hand and led it down to your bare chest.

"Oh…" he choked out.

Nothing in the world could compare to the smooth warmth of your body beneath his large, battle-hewn hands. You were silk to him, lotus petals, mochi, the gentle flow of a sun-warmed stream. His chest ached. Your beauty was overwhelming.

The way you bowed to his tender caresses pulled once more at that chord. When he brushed his thumb over the hardening bud of your nipple and elicited a soft sigh of pleasure from you, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Tingling excitement rolled through his lower belly as your hands went to the fastening of his trousers. Gods, he wanted this, he did… but as inexperienced as he was, there were certain facts he was very aware of.

“We must be patient,” he said. “I need to ensure you are ready.”

“Believe me, Gyo, I’m ready.” You kissed him again with renewed passion, running your fingers through his hair and sending more little shocks of pleasure through him.

Gyomei smiled as you pulled back from the kiss, placing his hands over yours to halt your progress. “You’re not ready enough.”

“What do… oh… OH.” You had no doubt noticed the bulge forming in his trousers. “I see. You’re–”

“Large.” He pulled in a breath. “I’m very large. And I don't want to hurt you." Slipping his hand over the curve of your waist, he pressed a kiss to the plush softness of your chest. "If you wish to continue then I ask that you permit me to prepare your body to…receive me."

"I want to continue." You kissed him again, your tongue entering his mouth and slowly teasing his; pulling a gravelly moan from his lips. When you withdrew, you stood and he heard the soft rustle of cloth once more as you removed the rest of your clothing. You took his hands and led them to your bare thighs. "Please touch me."

His pulse thundered as he skated his hands along the curves of your body, committing every soft hill and luxurious valley of your shape to memory. Every touch was an act of profound worship, and every sweet sound of pleasure which came from you was an answer to a prayer.

"Beloved, lie down for me," he said softly. "I want you to be comfortable."

You did as he asked, lying back on your futon.

Just knowing that you were before him, laid out and feeling as nervous and as excited as he was, made his heart flutter. He undressed fully before he let his hands stroke the lengths of your thighs, down to your center where the heat radiated from you in intoxicating waves.

"Please tell me if I'm doing well or not," he asked. His voice was quiet and shaking a little with trepidation. "I've never… well, I've received a little bit of instruction on how to do these things but never put them into practice. So please…"

"I will." You placed your hand on his and with gentle pressure, urged him to touch you.

Your tender flesh was like nothing he had ever felt before. His breath caught in his throat as his fingers mapped out the shape. You were so warm and wet, and the scent of you was truly intoxicating. You made such lovely sounds of pleasure as he slid his fingers through your folds, coating them in your essence. He traced their shape upward, to where they converged over your delicate, swollen bud.

"There," you gasped as he circled his fingers around it. "That's…"

"Your clitoris," he said with a smile. "I know… I told you, I've had instruction."

At the time he had thought Uzui's lessons were wasted on him, but he had committed the information to memory nonetheless. Now, as your hips bucked and your thighs trembled from the gentlest touches, he had every intention of thanking Uzui from the bottom of his heart.

"Gyo-mei~" you gasped as he stroked your clit with his thumb and pushed a thick finger into you. Oh, gods, the heat, the silken flesh, the slick coating of your nectar, like sun-ripened fruit. He wanted so badly to sink into you and feel his body connected to yours. But he would be patient. He would ensure you were completely ready before he satiated his needs.

A wave of heat washed over him as you bore down on his finger, eager and demanding even without words.

"Is it good?"

"So… good…"

"Do you want more, my beloved?"

"Yes…" your breaths came in short gasps. "More."

He pushed a second finger into you, pausing as you cried out, allowing your body to accommodate them. His fingers, like everything else about him, were large.

He waited until you began to thrust onto them again and took that as a sign that you were ready.

Gently, he began to move his fingers, pumping them into you slowly as his thumb continued to rub your clitoris. His heart quickened as he felt your inner muscles begin to contract and spasm.

"Don't stop," you whispered, your voice breathless and urgent.

"I won't."

You came apart seconds later, gasping and shuddering as those muscles pulsed around his fingers. You squeezed them so beautifully, and imagining that sensation on his cock was enough to make him lightheaded.

But he still had work to do. "Can you take more?"

You placed your hand on his thigh. "Yes."

A blissful cry emerged from you as he added a third finger, gently stretching you.

"Gods, Gyomei~"

"Breathe, beloved. Breathe and relax. I will stop if you wish me too."

"Never."

He chuckled before spreading his fingers slightly, opening you up and readying you. "If I could only express the true depth of my feelings for you." He bowed his head, kissing your stomach with slow, lingering kisses as he continued to pump his fingers into you.

You were so receptive to his touches, moaning softly as you placed your hand on his wrist, as if to hold it down between your thighs. It was a reassuring gesture that he was pleasing you. That's all he truly desired.

He felt your muscles quiver again and you cried out his name. His cock stood firm, aching with need as your pussy squeezed around his fingers.

"I think you are ready." He spoke softly, kneeling back a little. "If you still–"

"I do. Gyomei… I absolutely do."

You got up and sat astride his thighs as he knelt on the bottom of the futon. This was good. It was exactly what he wanted. He needed you to be in control now, setting the depth and intensity.

Your lips brushed against his as you cupped his face. The bare skin of your torso was so soft and delicate against his large frame. He wound his arms around you and met your kiss, slow and passionate and filled with love.

Shifting in his lap, you positioned yourself so the head of his cock was pressed against your entrance. He felt a brief stab of worry that he hadn't prepared you well enough, that he had been too hasty and would hurt you, but a moment later you took him with nothing more than a breathy moan.

"Gyomei… Gods you feel incredible."

Oh there was nothing that could describe that feeling of sinking into you. A needy groan escaped him as he pressed his head to your shoulder and breathed in the scent of you, trying to ground himself. He was lost in the sensation.

"I love you," you whispered, kissing his lips so gently it seemed you felt he was fragile and precious.

"I love you too, my everything."

He had never felt so connected to anyone. Mind, body, soul, he was yours. He groaned in pleasure as you undulated your hips, taking him deeper inch by inch, stopping to give you both time to adjust and bask in the sensation.

"Does it hurt, my love?" he asked, unable to shake the tinge of concern from his mind or his voice.

"No. No, we fit together perfectly." You kissed his neck, sending a frisson of pleasure traveling down his body where it pooled in the bottom of his belly.

People often spoke of the beauty of stars; pinpricks of light shimmering among velvet darkness, and he felt he understood that with you. He felt them. Shimmering sparks which danced across skin, overwhelming him in the best possible way.

Pressure built at his core as you rode him, your hands resting on his shoulders, your soft body moving against his. You were taking him well, better than he had ever dared to hope you could.

The slow rhythm of your movements, the constant pleasure, the intimacy… It was too much. He grit his teeth and choked out a cry.

"Beloved… I'm…"

"Let it happen, Gyo. You've more than satisfied me. Let go…"

You kept on moving to that slow, loving rhythm, building the exquisite pressure which ran through his core, growing and growing until he was barely clinging to his senses.

His fingers gripped your hips with more strength than he ever meant to use with you, holding you to him as his pleasure reached an almost unbearable peak.

"Ohh, beloved… perfect… so~ ohhh…so perfect."

He filled you entirely, lowering his head to press his cheek to yours as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and clung to you.

"I have you," you whispered as you held him, stroking his back as he trembled in your arms.

He knew he could be like this with you for as long as he needed to be. As wave after wave of pleasure rocked through his body, he sank down into your arms, pressing you back until you were lying on the futon and he reclined on his hip beside you, nestling his head against your chest.

Your heart thudded against his ear, beating to a rhythm you had set together.

His lips curved as you stroked your fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head and sighing in contentment.

And the world was forever beautiful.

In that moment, and in every moment he shared with you, the stone hashira's heart was softer than mochi.

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idlerin · 1 year ago

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love sick — profiles: inarizaki dogs

masterlist — ppl who think love sucks + [name] — episode one

suna’s life is basically just volleyball and his phone and his studies and did i mention volleyball? he’s a part of the college volleyball team along with atsumu and kiyoomi. suna already had a bunch of people vying for him since high school but he was never really interested in anyone at all, which makes atsumu teasing him because of all the people throwing themselves at him now in college even more unbearable.

to the outside world (meaning: people who are not close to suna) knows him to be intimidating and sarcastic, but that doesn’t scare away any of his admirers nope (unfortunately for him, that is exactly a lot of people’s type).

suna is currently a second year in tokyo university and lives outside of campus with osamu, his best friend. suna thinks living with osamu was one of the best decisions he’s ever made because of how good of a cook osamu is, it’s like he gets a personal chef… but osamu would smack him if he called him that and would probably never cook for suna again. suna likes his food thank you very much.

atsumu and sakusa are roommates living in the dorms. how this happened… oh well! sakusa ran out of options and atsumu was right there sigh (they actually live together just fine, until atsumu tries to rope him in one of the thirst trap videos he liked making).

the gc was created when they were first years in inarizaki by atsumu. really, it was just atsumu, osamu, and suna until atsumu added sakusa in their second year where he proclaimed sakusa was one of his new best friends (the gc name was never changed, no one really cares enough to change it anyways).

suna and sakusa actually get along really well because the twins could be too much sometimes, literally double the trouble. osamu is quiet but he’s just as sneaky as atsumu and together they’re a devilish pair (poor mama miya). suna and sakusa actually enjoy getting matcha before training on the days where their schedules match, it resulted into some really interesting conversations! like how everything has tiny living organisms surviving on it…

there have been plenty of times where suna found love letters in his bag or few times his way has been blocked by someone who was really really obviously dropping hints that they wanted to go out with hum. first it was love letters, then it was homemade sweets, then other gifts… it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate it, but man he just wants to be left alone!

that’s when he finds out that they were getting the courage to do all of this because of someone called [name] who in their words was “practically cupid”, suna got curious and tried to find who that person was. he found out that she was some love guru in the university, that’s what the people say. he soon figures out that this [name] who was practically cupid was the same [name] that atsumu kept blabbering about. suna only saw her in passing and they never really became acquainted with each other, but he knew of her existence.

the only ever real interaction they had with each other was when a girl was publicly professing her love for him and he ignored her and he got frustrated when she kept throwing herself at him so suna pushed her away. the girl fell and the only person who had the guts to help the girl was [name], who was watching the whole thing play out.

okay so they were technically on bad terms.

and it was probably a bad idea to use [name] as an excuse for his admirers to leave him alone, but she does owe him for indirectly tormenting him for months. also if [name] was some sort of cupid that brought hearts together, she should know how to make people go away too, right?

love sick ! a suna rintarou social media au

synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people for look to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).

a/n — all of my body is aching! i blame my period! and i still have something due at 11:59 send help

taglist is OPEN ! + @yas-mjm @agirlwholovesalot @yenqa @fairywriter-oracle @noideawhothatis @renardiererin @cheezitwh0re @zephestia @nicerthanu @wolffmaiden @2baddies-1porsche @bluegrey02 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @lylovw @fo-love @cloudsvna @apinu @coyloves @rockleeisbaeeee @geombyu @girlkissersco @reveusecherie @megumiif @erenjvegerrr @thechaosoflonging @rintarousgirl @ris-krispie @kamikokii @complexivelovely @hearts4faey @yuzurins @eleanorheartschishiya @hearts4itoshi @justsomeonewhoyoudontknow @rijhi @sleepystrwbrryy @snail-squasher @seiamor @wave2love @le000xxgrd @iuspired @theidontknowmehn @linmabbe @rntrsuna @skomiomi @tenaciouswritersheep @i-am-l0ved @kenmacantakemeaway @tojirin @hissy-fit18 @applejuic33 @zennryu

to those i can not tag, kindly change your mentions settings thank you!

note: this is not the whole taglist, it’s been a year since i posted the masterlist to love sick and there may be people who don’t want to be in it anymore so i’ve only tagged those who confirmed they still want to be in the taglist through this post by liking or commenting as i don’t want to bother people! hehe

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muichirosboba · 11 months ago

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Sparking Our Inferno | First Date with Kyojuro Rengoku (Rengoku x Y/n)

Warnings: none, just fluff, "friends to lovers" dynamic

Y/n's prounouns: (they/them) nonbinary!reader

AN: Hi, I would just like to say that this will be my first "Y/n x (character)" fic so please forgive me if it's not good. Happy reading!

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You and Kyojuro had been best friends for quite some time, and at some point you began to like him just a little more.

However, he never said anything to acknowledge your feelings, so you buried your attraction deep down and continued to be his friend.

That's why you were so surprised when he took your hands in his after finishing a mission you had been assigned to with him.

"Y/n." And that was all he said for a beat, his figure seeming to almost glow in the moonlight as those flaming eyes hooked onto yours, rendering you unable to look away.

When he spoke again, his voice was soft and carried a hint of gentle warmth that brought heat to your cheeks.

"Y/n... I've been meaning to tell you for the longest time."

You held your breath, knowing he would probably want to tell you that you had to come over and train with him at his estate again, but some stubborn part of your brain refused to stop hoping he would say something else.

"I think that you are an amazing, hardworking individual, with talent and great potential to be better than you already are. I enjoy spending each day I get by your side, and we work well together. I simply cannot deny it anymore..."

"Y/n... I have fallen for you."

If your cheeks were burning earlier, it was nothing compared to now.

You sucked in a gasp, thoughts racing frantically through your head wondering whether or not this was a joke.

But the sincere look in his eyes made everything else around you slow. They were so... clear. You could see exactly how he felt.

And he was telling the truth.

With a shaky breath, you managed, "I love you too."

His tender smile turned into a beaming grin as soon as the words left your mouth.

He found every single thing you did endearing.

He wrapped you in a tight, but comfy and warm bear hug and chuckled, "It sure took us a while, didn't it?"

You felt almost dizzy from the relief and whispered into his shoulder, "It was all worth it in the end though..."

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A bit into the next week, it was the day scheduled for your first date.

You were a bundle of nerves, fidgety and anxious.

You had already swapped the clothes you were to wear five times, and were resisting the urge to go change once again.

"After all," you tried to assure yourself, standing in front of the large mirror in your room, "we're just going to have some tea together."

It was a favorite of Kyojuro's, a small tea joint which was actually quite good. It was famous in this little town, and people from all over came just to taste their stellar matcha.

You took a minute to sit down and wait for Kyojuro, thinking.

"How long has he loved me? Does he really love me?"

"No, Y/n," you said aloud, snapping yourself out of it. "Don't doubt him. You saw how he looked at you."

You sat there in silence for another three minutes before a knock at the door made you jump.

"Y/n!" Kyojuro's familiar voice could be heard from behind the painted wood. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, give me a minute!" You called, scrambling to grab your shoes and put them on, before skidding into the bathroom and adjusting a few stray strands of hair and checking your reflection one last time.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

And there he was.

Blazing hair flowing onto his shoulders as usual, that smile like the sun on his face. And...

"His clothes," You thought, all the air once again drained from your lungs.

He was dressed impeccably, in a way that showcased both his casual and formal side at once. It made you feel like you should go change for the sixth time.

But that feeling melted away as he looked you over in polite awe.

"Y/n! You look stunning!"

"It's because this is your first time seeing me out of my Corps uniform...", you muttered, embarrassed, as you shut the door behind you and joined him on the steps outside.

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He insisted on carrying you, so you arrived at the slightly busy restaurant ten minutes later in his comfortable arms.

You could see everyone else's eyes on you as he gently set you down.

And hear the whispers.

But unlike what you originally thought would happen, people seemed happy for you two.

"Look! It's Rengoku-san and somebody... I think it's his date. They look good!"

"Oh my, what a cute couple!"

"Wow, Rengoku-san's really lucky!"

"Is that Y/n? And Ren- wait... AWW~!"

Well, either it was just you or the place was rapidly getting warmer....

Kyojuro settled you down at a small cedar table set for two before taking a seat himself, looking around. He had a huge grin on his face as he leaned in and murmured to you.

"You seem to be stealing everyone's attention, hmm? Just like how you stole mine."

You were busy looking out the window at the bustling town, your back to him, but heard his words.

And he knew too, by the red coating the tops of your ears.

Before he could continue, a waitress arrived.

"Hello!" she chirped cheerfully, "What can I get you two today?"

You turned. "Can we get two cups of your specialty matcha? I've heard it's the best around."

She wrote it down with a smile and a nod, confirming the rumor. "Anything else, or will that be all?"

Kyojuro cut in. "And one vanilla taiyaki. Thank you!"

She put in the dessert on her notepad and waved as she left to go serve another table.

The food arrived quickly. In the span of five minutes, in fact.

And that was when you discovered the pure bliss of eating with the person you loved.

Kyojuro had graciously split the taiyaki in half, and it was delicious.

The mix of vanilla and matcha was giving your taste buds something to celebrate as you savored every bite/sip.

He watched your face, feeling your joy himself as you two chatted and ate.

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Thirty minutes had passed and you were stuffed to the brim.

After six extra steaming cups of matcha and four more taiyaki, you refused any more food, clutching your stomach.

Kyojuro himself had eaten two times what you had and miraculously looked even better than before.

After you said thank you to the owner and headed out, he motioned for you to sit next to him on a bench.

You didn't hesitate to sit close to him and asked, "Why did you eat so much? Won't your stomach hurt tomorrow?"

He laughed, "It's my gratitude to the owner. So he makes more money and stays in business with his spectacular food for a long time. If even it's just a little, I want to help."

What a perfect man.

But... "You should have let me pay!"

"Absolutely not. Y/n, this was our first date. Of course I had to pay. And, like I just told you, I want to help. One should never take another's money if they are capable of paying themselves."

You just couldn't hold back your sigh.

"What?" He asked, surprised. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, quite the opposite. You said exactly the right thing. I sighed because it's impressive how much you do for others", you said simply.

"Oh trust me, Y/n, just wait. I do even more for the people I love."

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End!

How did you like it?

I might post a Giyu x Y/n fic if you all liked this and want me to.

TELL ME IF YOU LIKED IT PLEASE!

CREDS:

Kyojuro Rengoku - Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer

Y/n - literally every fanfic writer

Inspo - @risingscorchingsuns I thought of you while writing this

Date setting - Google

Vanilla taiyaki - @nothingtoseehere1-2-3

Exhaustion - three days of staying up to write this

Irritation - autocorrect

Emotional support - @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @knyinfinity @tor-the-tortilla

Bye! Thanks for reading!

#kyojuro rengoku #rengoku x reader #kny fic #kyojuro x reader #demon slayer #anime and manga #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku #flame hashira #x y/n fluff #first fic #help #charming man #for you #creative writing #fanfic writer #female writers #moots

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mayajadewrites · 11 months ago

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I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn

ao3

C H A P T E R T H R E E: K E Y

You look around your entire apartment to see if Levi left the spare key you gave him.

Nothing.

You sigh and admit defeat as you sip on your coffee which was made perfectly made.

The bagel is warm so it couldn't have been long since Levi stopped by. Reluctantly, you take a bite of the bagel your ex boyfriend brought you. This too is perfectly made.

"He must've gotten these from the shop by his house." You say to yourself as you scroll through your phone, trying to kill time. You find Hange's name and text her to pick you up to bring you to your car.

Hange: Don't you have your car back already?

You: Um no... I woke up 15 minutes ago.

Hange: I helped Levi bring it to your house like 45 minutes ago. I thought you knew.

You move your curtain out of the way and see your car perfectly parked in your assigned spot. It looks like he got it washed, too.

You're fuming. Who does this man think he is?

You: I need you to give me my key back.

Levi: Why don't you start the conversation off with 'Thank you Levi for getting my car for me, getting it washed, and grabbing me breakfast'.

You: I don't need to be nice to you. Give me my key back.

Levi: Ok but I made copies.

Of fucking course he did.

You: What is your deal? We're not together anymore so why do you need a key to my house? I gave you back your key.

Levi: You can get another key if you want.

You: That is not the point. The point is we broke up. So we don't need to be in each others lives at all anymore.

Levi: I never said I didn't want you in my life.

Tsk. The nerve of this man.

You: You made it clear that you didn't want something long term with me. So what was the point of wasting both of our times?

Levi didn't respond. Ghosted. Typical for him.

The next day you have the opening shift - 6am to 2 pm. You prefer the morning shifts but the wake ups never get easier.

You help serve the customers and make coffee - thankfully your shop is locally owned and doesn't get terribly busy. You also get to see the same faces every day which is comforting.

When you look up after making a matcha latte, you see Mikasa Ackerman. Levi's cousin who you took on as your little sister. After the break up, you swore you would stay in her life. Your face lights up when her eyes meet yours and you run around the counter to give her a hug.

"Mikasa! God I missed you!" You cup her face with your hands. "You look good. How's life? How's Eren?"

"I missed you too." Mikasa smiled. "I'm good and Eren is good. We would love to go to dinner with you soon!"

"Okay, but your cousin is not invited." You half laugh, mostly because he might actually show up.

"Absolutely not." She grabbed her latte. "I've gotta run to work, it was nice seeing you! I'll text you!"

The rest of your workday went as normal. No Levi interruptions.

"Have a good day!" You wave goodbye to your boss and open the door to leave.

There he is, leaning against your car.

You swat at him to get off your car. "Don't you have a job?"

"I do. I'm on my lunch." Levi moved to the left of where he just was.

"Okay... so go get something for lunch. I'm leaving."

"I wanted to get lunch with you. We should talk."

"Oh now we should talk." You raise your arms. "Now Levi Ackerman is ready to talk. That's great, talk to a therapist." You slam your car door and start the engine.

"If I talk to a therapist can I take you to lunch?"

"No."

"I want us to be friends." Levi leaned into your car. You can't help but stare at his sculpted jawline and his jet black locks that cover one of his eyebrows. He definitely just got his undercut done.

"We can't be friends." You snap yourself out of whatever trance you were in. "I don't need any more friends."

"You have 1 friend and that's Hange."

"And that's enough for me. Anything else?"

"We're gonna be friends." Levi tapped the car window. "You don't really have a choice."

"You're like a roach." You press the button for your window to close. Levi's still staring at you intently. He never answered your text but felt so compelled to show up to your job and beg you to be friends?

As days go by, you feel the hole in your heart that Levi left start to close ever so slightly. You're nowhere near rebuilt, but you're healing. You spend your time working, writing, reading, and trying your best to avoid seeing Levi. He's stopped his random visits and hasn't text you, which feels... right. You're not supposed to talk to your ex boyfriend after you break up. Especially when you didn't want to break up but HE didn't want to commit long term.

...Right?

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi x reader #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman fanfic #attack on titan #levi ackerman attack on titan #aot

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pleaseeeimjustagirl · 9 months ago

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🎀30 Day Glow Up Challenge🎀 - day fourteen

♡ Mindset : when I go out with my friends I detach from my phone for the day which is the best. While I made me way to Joe & The Juice I read a book called “Survival Of The Prettiest” it talks about beauty and the beauty industry. I love reading it definitely helps me pass the time when I’m commuting through out manhattan.

♡ Health : my friend and I have the same glow up goals and we love everything health and wellness and we discussed our goals and what we can do this summer together to help us reach our fitness goals. I live a 80/20 lifestyle so I try my best to not follow my usual meal plan when I’m going out with my friends or by myself. But I do extra walking and when you’re in manhattan you will walk alotttt. My friend and I walked so much purposely so we can get extra steps in. I hit over 10K steps.

♡ Self Care : I got a massage today at Chelsea Wellness it was soooo goodddd. I got the heated oil and hot stones treatment my body felt so relaxed after. While the lady massaged me I practiced my breathing that helps with cortisol and stimulates the Vega nerve I believe don’t quote me lol.

♡ Experience : I explored the city today which was so much fun especially doing it with my friend. Having a social life has definitely helped me through my glow up journey especially having friends on that same journey lol. I had Joe & The Juice I got the blueberry matcha chai latte so good a 8/10 and my friend gave me a piece of her Tunacado sandwich it was good 7/10. We went to Bubby’s Bakery after which was nice. The environment is very relaxed and homey. I got the Mac and cheese 9/10 so goodddd and I got the salmon bagel 6/10 it was good but the bagel was toooo hard. I couldn’t finish all my food so I brought left overs home for my siblings. Today was amazing 10/10 day.

Tell me how you’re doing babes I would love to know my inbox and requests are open<33333

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 7 months ago

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illicit affairs | twenty one

*Ellie’s POV* two months later The last two months have been an absolute whirlwind, it was hard to believe it was already August. Noah moved in with me but he’s only been here half the time since he’s been back and forth from LA for work and doing a few festival shows. When he was here though we spent most of the time exploring around Vancouver and getting Noah familiar with what the city had to offer. It still didn’t feel real that was he was permanently here, I kept waiting for him to go home to LA .

One of the best things about Noah being here was him spending time with Liam and developing a bond with him. Liam loved having Noah around which was such a relief because I was worried he wouldn’t like sharing our space. Noah spent a lot of undivided time with him and his calm, patient, kind nature helped him gained Liams trust pretty quickly. He even introduced Liam to Naruto and now it was their favourite pastimes. I also tried to not get offended when Liam started wanting Noah to read him a bedtime story and tuck him in, but their bond was so special I let it go. “Ow.” I turned around and saw Noah holding his shoulder, making me sigh. As much as I loved that Noah brought some of his music equipment with him, our living room was getting a little crowded. We had my desk, some guitars and Liams toy shelf in here, along with a sectional the size of Texas. I turned my attention back to my computer so I could wrap up some emails for work. Seconds later Noah came over and gently rubbed my shoulders, making me lose my train of thought. “I’m almost done.” I breathed as he brought his lips to the back of my neck. “Okay, I want to talk to you about something important when you’re done.” I raised my eyebrow at him, “I can type and listen.” “No you finish, I’ll make us some coffee first.” He whispered before kissing the top of my head. My head tingled from the contact as he walked towards the kitchen. Noah’s love language has been making me coffee when he’s here, which I’d never complain about because he always made it perfectly. He set up a full coffee bar when he moved in, making me anything from matcha’s, flat whites to iced oat milk lattes. When Liam was having a sleepless night he would even steam milk and honey for him to sleep, which worked like an absolute charm. “So what did you want to talk about?” I asked as I sat down on the couch. Noah came around the corner, a hot coffee in hand for me. I smiled as he passed it to me, feeling the warmth against my hands.

“While I appreciate all of us cramming into this condo together, we need more space. Jolly and I have been toying with the idea of a deluxe album so I’ll need a recording studio sooner than later.” He fiddled with the strings on his hoodie, looking nervous as all hell as he looked at me. “I had some places lined up to look at this afternoon if you’re interested.” “Seriously?” “Yes Ellie.” He smirked, “you can’t tell me it doesn’t feel crowded. I know Liam is only here half the time, but it would be nice to give him more space to play too. Not that I don’t trust him, but some of these guitars are really expensive so I need them somewhere safe.” “No I get it, and it would be nice to actually have an office.” My tone changed, getting excited about the idea, “so when do we go?” Noah just smiled at me before finished up our coffees. He had picked six houses that were in this area to look at because he liked it here, and I did too. After quickly getting dressed we got into the car and drove about 10 minutes away from the condo to a small bungalow that was almost identical to his home in LA. My stomach dropped a little, I didn’t want to be reminded of what happened there. Our realtor showed us around but I could tell even Noah didn’t like it, he took one loop around the kitchen and said we weren’t interested.

The next few houses didn't impress us and neither of us could see ourselves building a future in them. I started to wonder if we needed to hire a new realtor because he wasn’t getting it. Noah wore his defeat on his face and I tried to remain positive for him but it was hard. I grabbed his hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze as we pulled up to the next house, which was also the last one. “Holy shit.” My jaw dropped as we pulled into the driveway. It was a two story modern home but with much darker aesthetics. Once we got out of the car I noticed and it had the cutest front porch, and it was on a quiet cul-de-sac. I was already picturing Liam riding a bike around here in the summer. Noah’s eyes glowed as he looked over at me, this could be it. Noah and I were walking around the house in complete awe, every room was leaving us speechless. We found out it was just built this year, so no one had lived in it yet. The interior matched with the exteriors aesthetics with the doors, window frames, all the cabinets and lights being black with gold fixtures. The floors were a lighter wood finish and the walls were a soft white and the house had so much natural lighting. It had 5 bedrooms, which was good because Liam can have his own room and we could have guest rooms for when the guys come up. There was also a small office off of the living room that would be perfect for me, or for Noah to turn into a recording studio. This house was meant for us.

“I saved this for last, because I think you’ll love the backyard the most.” We both gasped as we headed outside, my hand squeezed Noah's harder as I looked around. There was a large patio with a fire pit, again, perfect for us when the guys come up and a decent sized yard with a small in ground pool. My eyes wondered over to a detached garage that had a bonus room above it. Noah’s eyes lit up and I could instantly tell he wanted to make it his recording studio. Seeing him like this made my heart melt. Unfortunately our excitement wore off when we saw the price, it was a bit out of Noah’s price range. Unfortunately Vancouver real estate was, if not worse than LA’s was. Our realtor assured us he could get the asking price down since it had been on the market for a while and would get back to us with a better number by tomorrow. We felt our dream home slipping out of our hands and it was crushing me to see Noah so distraught over it. We thanked the realtor and drove home in complete silence.

“What if I sold my condo?” “Are you sure?” Noah sighed, not taking his eyes off the road.

"This house was made for us babe. My condo has doubled since I bought it and I paid it off, so it would help us with a downpayment. We can make this happen."

Noah put the car in the park as we pulled up the condo, sighing heavily. My eyes pleaded for him to give in for once and let me help, considering this was something for us. He brought his hand up to my face and held my cheek in his palm. I studied the freckles on his sun kissed face as he tried to find his words. “That house really was made for us, wasn’t it?” I just nodded on account I was melting into his hand. A small smirk appeared on his face before he gently kissed me, leaving me wanting more. The pad of his thumb gently rubbed my bottom lip as a million thoughts raced through my mind. Our eyes remained locked on each other and that gravitational pull made it impossible to look away. “Lets go get our home then.”

#bad omens #fanfic #noah sebastian

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alittlewarmer · 2 months ago

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𓍯𓂃 sealed with joy and tenderness 𓏧♡

🗓️ november 8 to december 10, 2024 (pt. 1)

hi, loves! i hadn't posted in a while, and i just realized how packed my november was! i’ve been busy wrapping up my project’s final report, but it was also a month full of love and warmth. i’d love to share my november to the early second week of december with you!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 i had an impulsive thought of buying a kindle so i could go back to reading. i’ve loved reading ever since, but my aging vision has made it harder to read as much as i used to, especially now that i rely more on digital copies for convenience. the same day, i started canvassing secondhand units on carousell and fb marketplace. lucky me, i found a post just 2 hours old, and the seller was very near my qc place! i hesitated for a bit, but i finally gave in. it was such a steal: an 11th-gen unit, almost brand-new and barely used, at half the price of a new one. plus, the seller was really nice! now i’ve been bringing my kindle everywhere!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 i was invited to be a resource person for a career talk for shs students at our laguna site. this was my second year doing it, and it’s always such a pleasure to share my journey with young people, especially in our site, where the youth have limited exposure to career paths outside of their town’s usual options. it was so nice to see the people at our laguna site again after our survey activities ended in october. i even got artisan scented candles and warm hugs as souvenirs!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 after more than a month of not seeing each other, my partner and i finally set a weekend date in makati to catch up. our goals were (1) a photowalk to test his newly bought, secondhand fujifilm x-100 camera and (2) a fun session of pool and bowling at makati cinema square. It was a physically exhausting day, but we survived with aching feet and happy tummies!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 my boss hosted a 4-day workshop for our 4-man research team at their residence in batangas. this has become an annual thing for us in november, where we discuss and align our projects and reports. beyond being productive, it’s also a time for us to bond. this year’s highlights: c made matcha for f and me using her own recipe (we’ve all started loving matcha, and we call this a sign of aging, lol), our annual dinner at ippon yari, heaps of pastries from ijo, a quick stroll at batangas lakelands, several starbucks trips because my boss is now obsessed with hot chocolate, and a quick stop at the balete taal lake viewdeck before heading back to ncr. i love my job, i love my team, and i’d gladly do this with them for more years. i honestly couldn’t ask for more.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the night after i came back from batangas, my college orgmates asked for a night together because they had a hilarious story to share (lol!!). it was such a fun night. we stayed at c’s unit, e brought his take-out food from his officemate’s birthday blowout, and we bought drinks at the nearby alfamart. it was my first time trying tanduay ice. everything about that night was so funny!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 my partner and I attended d and f’s wedding (yes, the one i posted about with my moral dilemma). it was the first wedding of a friend that i attended, and also the first time my partner visited my home and met my family. after the wedding, we immediately headed back to ncr together because I had an important f2f meeting the next day.

cerise ˗ˏˋ 🍒 ˎˊ˗

#swjt #self-love #gratitude

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my-plastic-life · 3 months ago

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Happy Pocky Day! Have you ever had these tasty snacks? You can find them here in the U.S.!

Pocky Day is a special snack holiday held every November 11 (11.11 looks just like a couple of Pocky sticks lined up together. It’s a clever marketing tactic by Glico to get people to have more fun eating Pocky and Pretz together). It’s a fun annual tradition where Japanese pop culture fans share Pocky sticks with friends and loved ones to spread joy and connection. Pocky boxes are meant to be shared with family and friends. Kiku and her BFF, Miwa, have met up for a day of shopping and sharing the treats! Kiku brought her favorite flavor, strawberry, as well as cookies and cream. Miwa also has the choco banana flavor and mint chocolate chip, and she brought the original flavor too.

Pocky Day exists because everybody loves snacking on tasty Japanese Pocky. Made by Glico, these delicious chocolate-covered biscuit sticks with a plethora of flavors are named after “pokkiri.” That's Japanese onomatopoeic word when you crack Pocky sticks in between your teeth. It’s one of the most iconic Japanese snacks that’s super easy to eat!

Pocky is so iconic that it always makes appearances in anime, manga, and Japanese TV series. Pocky plays a big part in Japanese pop culture. Boasting a smorgasbord of flavors, Japanese Pocky biscuit sticks holds the title in the Guinness World Records for being the “world’s largest chocolate-coated biscuit brand.”

I had so much fun creating these minis! I found actual photos of Japanese Pocky boxes - there are so many flavors, and some are limited editions such as sakura in the spring - and remade them in Photoshop in high quality, then scaled them down and printed them out. I also took an X-acto knife to two of the boxes to allow the sticks to fit inside. To make the sticks, I used toothpicks and paint. And yes, the sticks do fit inside the boxes! I'll probably have even more flavors next year!

Top row, from left: Matcha (green tea), cookies and cream, and choco banana. Bottom right, from left: Original chocolate, choco mint, and strawberry.

#my plastic life #tenderwolf #doll photography #one sixth scale #azone international #azone pure neemo #kiku ningyo #pocky #pocky day #anime doll #azonejp #myfroggystufffanpics

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btschooseafic · 1 year ago

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Scared of Love (in a coffee shop)

Pairing: ot7, ot6 x jungkook

Details: jungkook centric, a/b/o dynamics, coffee shop au, soulmates au

Summary: Jungkook meets (most of) the pack that runs Jin's Cafe.

Warnings: implied mpreg (not jk), attempted assault

Masterlist

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Jungkook was used to getting ready for work as evening approached (although it was a little earlier than usual). He wasn’t used to the small flutter of excitement at his chest. Or, at least, he hadn’t felt it in some time.

When he got the job at the bar, he’d thought it would be temporary, just until he could refine his portfolio and start applying again. The job wasn’t so bad, at first. He enjoyed seeing people celebrate—job promotions—new mates—good times. But then the nights dragged on. He saw more people lost in the bottom of their cups than celebrating. He was drained by the end of the night, no energy left to work on his portfolio.

“Jungkook-ah!” Yoongi waved and smiled and Jungkook felt something dancing in his stomach. “How are you doing?” Yoongi seemed to actually be waiting for a response.

“I’m—I’m good. Excited to be here.”

Yoongi studied him. “That’s good. Are you ready to see how to close up?” He asked. Jungkook nodded. So Yoongi showed Jungkook how to clean the coffee machines and counters. “There’s a separate routine for the back. Jin-hyung can show you what it’s like over the next couple of days. You can try working in the front and in the back, see what you like better.”

A broad shouldered man stepped out from behind the curtain marked ‘employees only!’

“Yoongi-yah, where’d you put the—“ The man broke off, blinking at Jungkook. “Hello?”

“Hi?” Jungkook replied.

The man put his hand in front of his mouth and leaned close to Yoongi. “I thought you were closing up,” the man whispered loudly. “Who is this?”

“Hyung.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Remember I told you Jiwoo brought in a prospective employee?” The other man just squinted at him, like he remembered nothing of the sort. Yoongi sighed. “He liked your matcha toast.”

“Ha ha! Of course he did! I’m an excellent cafe owner, obviously everything I make is spectacular!”

Jungkook concluded that this was Jin, and he was just as self-centered as Jungkook first assumed. Then he saw how Jin’s ears were bright red. Was he embarrassed that Jungkook liked his toast? Jungkook’s lips twitched. That was… kind of cute, actually.

“I’m Jungkook,” he introduced himself, bowing slightly.

“Kim Seokjin.” He paused, pursing pink puffy lips. “I’m sorry I forgot about you, it’s coming back to me a little now. Thanks for enjoying my food.”

“Ah, hyung, it’s fine, it’s been a long day,” Yoongi reassured him. He pulled out his phone and glanced at it. “Namjoonie is heading over now.”

“Excellent!” Jin clapped his hands together. “Jungkook, would you like a tour of the kitchen before he arrives?”

As an omega, Jungkook hesitated for a moment before agreeing to be alone with a stranger.

“I’ll come too,” Yoongi offered. “Just in case hyung forgets anything else important.”

“Yah!” Jin’s ears flushed again.

A small giggle escaped Jungkook’s lips. Seokjin and Yoongi looked at him. Jungkook held his hand over his mouth.

“Ah, sorry, it’s just… you two seem to get along well.”

“I would hope so!” Seokjin huffed. “Seeing as Yoongi’s my mate.”

Jungkook blinked. “Oh…”

“Yoongi didn’t tell you?” Seokjin shot him a look. “Seems like I’m not the only one forgetting important things. Anyway, come along, I’ll explain as we walk.” He held open the curtain. Yoongi and Jungkook stepped through. Seokjin showed him around the kitchen, and pointed through another door at the locker room. “It’s not much, but to me, it’s beautiful.” Seokjin touched the oven, smiling at it. “It’s always been my dream to open a cafe. Of course, it’s hard to run a cafe by yourself, so my mates helped me.” He reached over to pinch Yoongi’s cheek. “And they’re actually very good at it.”

Yoongi swatted him off, blushing slightly. “You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

“We also sell records, because Yoongi is obsessed with music, and plants, cause Namjoonie likes leafy green things.” Seokjin paused. “Not vegetables. He could stand to eat more of those.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, that concludes our short, yet sweet, tour. Tips are appreciated.” He held his hand out.

Jungkook stuck his hands in his pockets. He felt something small and round and pulled it out. It was one of the candies he kept on hand for Seoyeon. He placed it on Seokjin’s palm.

Yoongi snorted. “Don’t encourage him.”

“This…” Seokjin held it up. “Is the single best tip I’ve received in my entire career.”

Jungkook squinted. “You can’t have received many good tips, then.” Seokjin shrugged, unwrapping the candy and popping it in his mouth.

They returned to the front, Yoongi telling Jungkook about the best selling albums currently. The door opened, the little bell above it jingling.

“Am I late?” The man asked, slightly out of breath. Yoongi shook his head.

“This is Jungkook.”

“I’m Kim Namjoon.” He smiled. Oh. Dimples!

“Anyway,” Seokjin said. “The three of us are in charge. Hoseok still works here part time, but Taehyung and Jimin have other responsibilities now, so that’s why we needed more employees.”

Jungkook nodded, even though he didn’t know who Seokjin was talking about, he figured they were more of Seokjin’s mates. “That makes sense.”

“If you could help us with closing today, and then tomorrow come in around two or three, you could meet Hoseok then, and he can run you through the afternoon shift.” Namjoon showed Jungkook how to wipe down the tables and couches and water the plants. “To be honest, the books don’t make a significant profit,” Namjoon told Jungkook as they straightened out the shelves. “But customers are allowed to read the books without purchasing them, or donate used books. I think it makes for a nice atmosphere.”

Seokjin showed Jungkook what needed to be prepped for tomorrow morning in the kitchen. They sliced apples together, and Seokjin let Jungkook nibble at the core.

Jungkook stared at the check Namjoon placed in his hands at the end of the night.

“We can do cash, if you prefer,” Yoongi commented. Jungkook shook his head.

“This is fine, I’m just… I didn’t realize I would be getting paid for the trial period.”

Yoongi’s brow furrowed. “It’s work. Of course we’re paying you.”

“Normally we pay weekly, but for the trial period I figure we’ll do daily, in case something ends up not working out,” Namjoon told him. Jungkook nodded, tucking the check into his pocket, determined that he would reach that weekly pay.

The afternoon shift was nice. He got to hang out a bit with Jiwoo. “The afternoon shift is my preference, since I take classes at night,” she told him.

After a week of learning under Hoseok, Jungkook was refreshed in his coffee knowledge. He often worked out front, practicing more and more elaborate latte art to surprise the customers with.

He also became familiar with the specific aspects of working at Jin’s Cafe.

Yoongi let him choose some albums to order to sell, and gave him editing permissions on the cafe’s playlists.

Sometimes Jungkook worked in the back. He wasn’t great at cooking the same recipe over and over, especially for profit. He preferred cooking for himself, the freedom of just throwing things together and hoping they tasted good.

“Namjoon isn’t allowed in the kitchen cause one time he burnt a hole through one of my favorite pots,” Seokjin told Jungkook. “Compared to that, you’re welcome back here anytime.”

At the end of the week, Jungkook insisted he was ready for the infamous morning rush.

It was just halfway into the shift when Jungkook finally got a break. He stood at the counter, munching on a chocolate almond croissant Hoseok brought him from the kitchen.

Jungkook was good at customer service, and he enjoyed that challenge, but it took a lot of energy out of him.

“Jin-hyung is the same way,” Hoseok said when Jungkook admitted this to him. “He’s great at charming even the most difficult customers, but it leaves him totally drained afterwards, so he prefers staying in the kitchen. Besides, he really enjoys cooking. As long as he can peek out and see how people are liking his food, he’ll be happy.”

“What about you?” Jungkook wondered. Even while working only part time, Hoseok seemed great at remembering customer’s names favorite orders. Jungkook had heard him asking after a regular customer’s mother’s surgery and how that big project at work ended up.

Hoseok smiled sheepishly. “I’m similar. I enjoy meeting new people, but it also makes my heart race too fast. We’re all mostly introverted here, except for Joonie. That’s why he takes care of the business side of things,” Hoseok explained. Jungkook nodded. Namjoon only stopped by every couple of days—though he had still found time to give Jungkook a plant cutting. Jungkook was enjoying the small sprout of green in his apartment. “He does all the meetings with the investors and stuff like that. Seokjin would end up yelling and I’d end up…” He paused. “Probably lecturing them.” He giggled. Then his face turned serious. “We’ve had some pretty shitty investors in the past. They didn’t give us the freedom to do what we wanted with the cafe. It’s better now, but it was really hard for a while.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook said. “But I’m glad it’s better now.”

Hoseok smiled. “I can tell you really mean that. You’re lovely.”

Jungkook flushed. “Sajangnim…”

Hoseok waved his hand. “You can call us all hyung.” He paused. “Unless that’ll make you uncomfortable? Jiwoo said she’s happy to address us casually, but you’re your own person, so if you don’t want to—“

“I want to!” Jungkook said quickly. He liked the idea of having several more hyungduel to look after him (and vice versa).

Hoseok’s grin was heart shaped. “Great! Now, let’s see what else I can teach you, Jungkookie!” The chalkboard outside needed to be redone. “Usually we do a doodle and a joke. Often a pun. The secret goal is to make Jin-hyung laugh. Why don’t you give it a try this time?” He handed Jungkook a box of colorful chalk pens.

“Got it.” Jungkook nodded seriously. Hoseok laughed.

“Cutie.”

“…Hyung.” Jungkook squirmed, not necessarily disliking Hoseok calling him cute, but not sure what to do about that. Instead of dealing with it, he leaned over and started to draw. He drew a steaming cup of coffee and a scrawled out a quick little pun.

Hoseok rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “That’s good! I mean, the pun is… could use some work, honestly,” he said. Jungkook wilted slightly. “But the drawing is great, feels like I could reach in and grab the cup to go!” Jungkook smiled tentatively. Hoseok clapped his hands together. “I know, how about you take care of the chalkboard whenever you take the morning shift! What do you think?”

“I can do that,” Jungkook said, resolving to Naver coffee puns later.

Soon, Jungkook’s trial was over. He had mostly settled into morning shifts. He knew the names of several regular customers, and regularly updated Yoongi’s morning playlist.

One afternoon, he was lingering in the locker room to chat with Jiwoo. Jiwoo glanced at her phone.

“Oh, I’ve got to hurry, it’s almost time for me to start.”

“Is it that time already?” He needed to get going, he had a call with Junghyun soon. “Do you mind if I change in front of you?” Jungkook asked.

“Go ahead,” Jiwoo waved her hand, turning around to organize something in her locker. Jungkook pulled off his work shirt, comfortable enough to change in front of another omega. He was wearing an undershirt anyway.

The door burst open. “Hyung, are you in here?”

Jungkook froze, staring at the man in the doorway.

It was the strawberry boy, one of the mates from in front of the club that night. The strawberry scent was gone now, leaving the faint smell of alpha, most likely peeking through scent blockers at the end of the day. Jungkook was surprised to find he didn’t mind the alpha’s natural scent. He nearly stepped closer to smell it better.

“Goddammit Taehyung!” Jiwoo said, standing in front of Jungkook and trying to shield him from view (she was shorter than him, but Jungkook appreciated the effort). “You can’t just burst in here—it’s not just your mates that work here anymore.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Taehyung bowed.

“It—it’s fine,” Jungkook said, wondering if Taehyung would remember him. “I’m sure it was just an accident.” He pulled on his hoodie and zipped it up.

Taehyung nodded wildly. “Ah, but I couldn’t help but notice… your tattoos are really cool.”

Jungkook’s cheeks felt warm. “Thanks.”

“Where’d you get them done?” Taehyung wondered.

“Oh, I did them myself,” Jungkook admitted.

“Seriously?” Jiwoo’s eyes widened. “That’s so cool…”

“It is!” Taehyung agreed. “But, what are you doing working in a cafe if you’re so good at tattoos?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say I’m so good. That was just practice. I’ve never done anyone else’s.” Jungkook thought Taehyung was probably just exaggerating cause he felt bad about bursting in on him changing.

“No, really, they’re so good,” Jiwoo told him. “You should be proud of them. Anyway, are you okay, JK? Cause I’ve got to get to work.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook assured her. She rushed out of the room. Jungkook slung his bag over his shoulder.

“Um…” Taehyung smiled shyly. “I was wondering, do you remember me?”

“…Yeah, I’m surprised you remembered me.”

“You’re surprised?” Taehyung’s brow furrowed. “Jimin and I have been worried about you this whole time. I mean…” He held his hands up. “Not that you didn’t seem capable of defending yourself, but I know some alphas can be real assholes.”

“Sure,” Jungkook said. “But some aren’t. You…” He cleared his throat. “I mean… thanks again, for helping me, that night.”

Taehyung shook his head. “I didn’t really do anything.”

“Maybe not intentionally,” Jungkook acknowledged. “But your perfume was strong enough to hide my scent. That really helped.”

“Strawberries.” Taehyung grinned. “I like sweet scents, good thing one of my mates opened a bakery, huh?”

“I want you to know, I scolded Tae for rushing into the locker room like that,” Hoseok told him the next day. “He’s aware that you and Jiwoo change in there, so he should act better.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook said seriously. “Taehyung-ssi seemed nice.”

Hoseok nodded slowly. “He’s very nice, but he’s still very puppy-like. He’s our maknae, you know, so he might be a little too exuberant sometimes. But I promise he will back down if you ever feel uncomfortable.”

Jungkook nodded, although, for some reason, he couldn’t actually imagine Taehyung making him feel uncomfortable.

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elizabethcromwell · 11 months ago

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Chapter Two: Two Centauri, a Human and a Drunk Narn Walk Into a Bar

The weeks go by and I manage to return to some semblance of a normal, G’Kar free life. Of course we bump into each other and it’s awkward and tense but, no one has died and Michael’s face has healed.

In the mornings, I wake up slowly.

I put on water for tea and hop into a lukewarm shower. Hot water credits are expensive and the cold showers seem to help with the ache of missing G’Kar; the incessant need that he seemed to have satiated for me. I take my shower and drink my tea. I read until I have to head to the archives. I ignore the nagging thoughts of running straight to G’Kar. Every inch of me misses him. Not just the lusty parts. But the late nights and quiet mornings - we spent a lot of time together. Talking. Sharing everything. I knew a lot about the Narn empire, probably more than any other human, probably, in the galaxy. He did his reading, scrolling through messages and returning correspondences. And I read, curled up next to him, his arm around me. I shake my head and remind myself of what he said and how badly it hurt. The pain is sharper than the need and I can’t seem to get his voice out of my head: it is nothing.

I square my shoulders and dry my tears before I step out into the busy halls of Babylon 5.

My position in the archives is luxurious despite the cramped, dark rooms. I spend my days archiving and digitizing and scanning in thousands of books, papers, records and magazines and newspapers that get funneled into my literary cave. Anything historical or scientific gets sent back to the owner, government or library from whence it came. Anything that Earthforce deems important gets uploaded to the central data network. Everything else gets sold or incinerated. Which is why my personal quarters are plum full of romances and dramas and mysteries and thrillers. It’s a perk of the job. I get first dibs on anything that isn’t wanted - which is always the good stuff. I also act as a librarian of sorts - the staff and commanders, government agents and curious denizens all come to us for access to information. If it’s approved for the public, they may have a copy. Anything else needs a clearance.

I don’t have to wear a uniform and I have a little kettle and more tea to get me through the day. I have access to the staff commissary and cafeteria for minimal credits, if any. It’s not necessarily thrilling or cushy but, I get to live on Babylon 5 and have access to more books than I’ll ever be able to read.

That was how I met G’Kar. He came by one day, complaining about the lack of an assistant and in desperate need of, “one bloody map,” and the network wasn’t pulling it up for him. It had been one of those ridiculous, locked eyes, brushing hands, blushing and stuttering and smiling moments. Love at first sight. He’d come back every day for two weeks and I thought I was going to die by the time he finally asked me to dinner.

We hadn’t separated since.

Now, I’m back to spending my days reading and sorting and scanning and trying not to think about that certain Narn ambassador. I toss another few outdated encyclopedias into the incinerator and wish to the stars I could incinerate these stupid feelings. Tears well as I shut the fire door and press the green button, watching the pages burst into white hot flame and then disappear.

“Good morning!” A happy, familiar voice calls from the window in front of my desk, “Anybody home?”

“Coming!” I answer and make my way through the shelves of books and stacks of boxes, sniffling away any indication that I was crying in the corner. I come around the stack and see my friend standing at the window and offer a genuine smile, “Hello, Vir.”

“Good morning, Dove,” he sighs, though his eyes sparkle with the near constant joy and positivity I’ve come to associate with the ambassador’s attache, “I’ve brought my usual offering of a matcha latte and lemon scone,” he smiles - holding up the little paper cup and matching paper bag.

“My hero,” I smile and accept his gifts, “I don’t have anything new for Londo, though. I’m sorry,” I look through my notebook of standing requests and Londo’s appeals for anything Narn related. G’Kar has the same request standing for the Centauri. And Ambassador Delenn has an order for nearly everyone. Everyone who has an enemy has put in a request for information. Vir checks in twice a week and brings gifts in exchange for preferred treatment. Which he gets.

“Well, actually, I’m not here for that today,” Vir gives me a nervous look and I arch my eyebrow, “Ambassador Mollari requests your presence for,” he clears his throat, “Dinner.”

“Oh, no,” I shake my head and lean back in my chair, “Not a chance.”

“Oh, Dove,” Vir whines, “Please don’t make me tell him no.”

“Tell him no. Send him down here and I’ll tell him no.”

“Dove.”

“Vir,” I shake my head, “I’m not going on a date with a nonhuman ever, again. Let alone another ambassador. Let alone the sworn enemy of my ex-boyfriend nonhuman ambassador. Not a chance in the galaxy.”

Vir stares at me but doesn't prod - universe bless him for it, “Fine. But you know he’s not going to be happy.”

“So be it,” I nod, “Look at this face. This is the face of a thirty-three year old woman who simply cannot go on another date. Ever again.”

“It will be my great displeasure to tell Ambassador Mollari that you turned him down, Dove. But also,” Vir leans in, that sparkle returning as he lowers his voice, conspiratorially, “Do you want to get drinks with me tonight? We can… how did you say… talk shit?”

“I would love to. See you at eight? Nine?”

Vir nods, clapping quietly, “Nine o’clock.”

I watch Vir skip off - sending up a prayer that he doesn’t catch too much flack for returning without anything from the archives or a date for Londo. I go back to work - feeling a bit better about life with Vir’s latte and snack; looking forward to drinks with my friend. I take another stack of moldy, dated encyclopedias and dictionaries to the incinerator. I barely have a chance to toss them in before the little brass bell at the window is being beaten within an inch of its antique life, “Mercy me,” I return, “I’m coming! Nothing is that important here - oh,” G’Kar stands, straight and tall and looming, “Ambassador,” I greet him, folding my arms across my chest, “What can I help you with?”

“What do you mean she said no!?” Londo Mollari nearly jumps out of his chair, his desk and the contents spread across it shake and wobble, “She said no!?”

“She did,” Vir nods and wrings his hands, “But you have to understand - she’s still quite sad about Ambassador G’Kar. I don’t think she’s ready for that!”

Londo scoffs, “I am not asking for a… for anything, Vir! Just dinner,” Londo says and Vir gives him a look of exasperation, “Okay, perhaps I do not have such pure intentions. Nothing brings me so much joy as to piss off the Narn. G’Kar in particular. Chasing after the archivist,” Vir gives Londo another look and Londo sighs dramatically, “Chasing after Dove is the perfect way to achieve that,” Vir chews his lip, trying to keep his opinion to himself. Londo sighs dramatically, “What is it, Vir?”

“Dove is my friend,” Vir steps forward, “The Ambassador was not kind to her and I… well, I don’t want her to get hurt.��

Londo straightens and his gaze softens, “The only victim I intend to make is that of the Narn idiot down the hall, understood?” Vir nods, “Good. Now, what time are you meeting her for drinks?”

“G’Kar,” I exhale, on the verge of crying simply out of frustration, “Please, just go. I have work to do. I’m sure you do, too.”

“I miss you, Dove. I have made a terrible mistake.”

“You haven’t even apologized, G’Kar,” I shake my head and sink down into my chair, staring up at him, “Still, you can’t even say you love me without making sure nobody is around. You’re looking down the hallway right now,” I snap and G’Kar returns his gaze to me - I didn’t think Narn’s could blush but his cheeks darken and he lowers his face in shame, “I can’t do this G’Kar. I never asked you to parade me around here like your bride but, damn. You could have… said something, anything else to Na’Toth. Now please,” I hold up my hand when G’Kar makes to argue and he bows his head again, “Please, please go and let me move on with my life.”

“Dovey.”

“G’Kar, please.”

“Everything all right here?” Commander Sinclair appears next to G’Kar, brow furrowed. We exchange looks and he nods, “Did you need something from the archives, Ambassador?”

G’Kar shakes his head, “No, what I need is not available yet.”

“Then I trust you’ll be on your way. As you know Miss Dove is incredibly busy and her job is vital to Babylon 5’s productivity,” the Commander glares at G’Kar and G’Kar stares at me for a moment longer and tears prick and sting my eyes as I do my best to back.

“Just go, G’Kar,” I whisper and he nods, stepping back and giving me a curt bow before finally leaving, his hulking form disappearing down the hallway.

“Take the rest of the day off, Dove,” the Commander nods to me, “I insist.”

“I thought I was vital to the workings of the station, Commander.”

He smirks, “You are but, I also don’t want to get a work order in because some cried on the scanner and blew a fuse. And it’s not incredibly professional for me to present war texts with tear splotches, either. Take the day off. I’ll make sure G’Kar knows that he’s to use the other archivists for his needs.”

“Thank you,” I manage to squeak out, “I mean it.”

“See you back here in the morning,” the Commander nods with a smile.

G’Kar, esteemed ambassador of the Narn regime, is beside himself.

Well, perhaps he has been beside himself before. He’s prone to his emotions, he can admit that. But he’s never been this beside himself and this drunk before. But here he is. Sitting in his quarters with nearly an entire bottle of kriul burning in his belly while his heart breaks and tears stream down his face.

She had seemed so small, so delicate.

His Dove, his lovely Dovey, had looked up at him and he had seen only pain and tears in her eyes - both of which were his fault. He thought she’d come back, though, he did. He’d been wrong about that, it seems. He was wrong about everything with Dove. And he’d been an ass, “Ambassador,” Na’Toth appears in the doorway and the light is blinding to G’Kar’s poor, drunk eyes, “It’s late. You have an early morning.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Ambassador,” Na’Toth steps inside and the door slides shut - it’s little relief with Na’Toth holding firm in her disobedience, “I understand that you are upset but your drinking has increased significantly. You’ve been exhausted and sick for the last three days. I’m afraid at this rate, you’ll be drunk or unconscious - you have an important meeting tomorrow.”

“Unconscious? It would be a blessing, Na’Toth, now go.”

G’Kar does not want to hate Na’Toth, he thinks as he glares at her, hating her. She is good at what she does, one of the best. It would be difficult, to say the least, to replace her. Even more difficult to actually dismiss her. So he glares. And he hates.

“Ambassador, you must… you must snap out of this!”

G’Kar roars then, jumping up and nearly falling over - the entire room spins. He realizes that his words are nearly incoherent as he falls out into the hallway; the lights are far too bright and the halls far too busy, “If you will not leave, I will!”

The Zocalo is bright and loud and never, ever experiences a lull. If you’re looking for peace and quiet, perhaps one of the more exclusive bars on the outskirts of the chaos or the tea shop that closes before clubs open. Thankfully, peace and quiet is not what I need as I sit down next to Vir, “Dove! You made it,” he waves over at the bartender, “One for her,” he points to the ruby red, slushy drink in front of him, “Make hers a double.”

No sooner than my drink appears before me does Londo Mollari appear next to Vir, “Ambassador,” Vir gives Londo an uneasy look, “What a coincidence!”

“Yes,” Vir sighs and gives me a look that tells me it isn’t a coincidence at all, “What a coincidence.”

“And Dove! The most beautiful archivist on Babylon 5, nay, I say! The universe. The sun could not outshine you, the stars could not out sparkle the life in your eyes.”

I arch my eyebrow, “Hello, Ambassador.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” Londo shakes his head, holding out his hand. I slip mine into it and he peppers it with kisses before standing up straight, “You will call me Londo.”

He stares at me expectantly and I can do nothing more than smile, “Would you like to join us?”

Londo is a terrible liar and he huffs and puffs and assures me he can’t. Even Vir is rolling his eyes, “Londo, just sit,” he says, “I know your schedule.”

“If you insist,” Londo says, “I’ll have what she’s having,” he calls, pointing to my drink, “Please.”

“I’ll have to warn you, Londo,” I take a long, cold sip from my straw and he watches my mouth for a moment before sliding his eyes back up to mine, “We came here to bitch.”

“Bitch?” he asks, nodding to the bartender as he pushes his drink across the counter.

“Yes, it means to complain. About everything and anything. Talk shit.”

“Oh, well,” Londo smiles, canines glinting in the light, waggling his eyebrows, “I do love to bitch.”

G’Kar cannot believe his drunk, tear-burnt eyes.

He’s sure he’s passed out somewhere and this is just some horrible, inebriated nightmare. But, he’s not waking up, is he? Na’Toth appears at his side, “You see? It is time for you to move on, too. She has a fetish, clearly.”

The words sting and G’Kar winces but, he doesn’t argue. Dove sits next to Londo Mollari, that Centauri bastard - they’re both staring at Vir while he tells a story, arms and hands flailing as he animates it. Vir jumps forward with a loud roar and Dove screams, clinging to Londo’s arm - all three of them falling into a fit of giggles. She leans over and whispers in Londo’s ear and, Londo puts his hand over hers and they both start laughing, again. She’s happy. Her cheeks are pink and her smile is wide. She’s let her hair fall out of that braid she keeps it tangled in.

G’Kar roars, stepping out into the noise and neon and all three turn, their smiles falling.

“Mollari, you son of a bitch!”

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medtech-mara · 2 years ago

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So, your other ocs. Are they involved in the campaign at all, or do they exist separately? Followup: Do any of them interact with each other in any capacity? Friends, coworkers, passing acquaintances, etc etc

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Short answer: Yes. I think what makes this campaign standout so much, at least mostly to me, with 18 years of roleplaying experience…Is how alive our Night City feels. These aren’t just some random newcomers, these are people born in Night city, they had lives before being mercs and it really shows throughout the campaign, where members are trying to hide what they are doing from those they love the most. One players family, friends, even ex-lovers have made huge marks on other players characters lives. Long answer: YES. MY GOD THIS IS WHAT I LOVE THE MOST ABOUT THIS CAMPAIGN. Mara/the Adams & the Desert Foxes/ Atredies are probably my crown jewels of life brought life into the city. It started with me just loving how complex Mara’s life was juggling being a Medtech for a Clinic she Co-owns with her Childhood bestfriend/ love of her life that neither have found the words to say to each other yet & trying to hide her Merc life because Jack & Jayce wouldn't approve of it. Something about Jayce wanting to hide the fact he was working for Maxtac from Mara until he couldn’t any longer, Mara then having to go through great lengths to make moves around Maxtac district lockdowns to not be seen or caught by her brother. Having to come up with a good enough lie until I just started running out of them for Mara to tell Jack as to why she was leaving work early, or needed time off for a Gig. Then, after meeting Jago’s mainline Chae-Rin after his passing, she became apart of Mara’s life some weeks after when she had to be rescued by Mara, and chose to never leave becoming her roommate. There was even a sibling like relationship between the two when Chae-Rin would retaliate against J I H Z Z Y using her Matcha bodysoap by sabotaging Mara’s expensive tech hair shampoo. 2023 had caused a massed homelessness that was solved by the city by using shipping containers and making them into districts around the city. A bulk of them reside in Santo domingo between the outskirts and the Sunset motel, so when rockerboy and new Night Raid member J I H Z Z Y and Mara started their notso Secret relationship, she spent a lot of time out there, and had come to learn and love the tight-knit community that is CD-82 and its residents that have helped raise J I H Z Z Y up from nothing. These are just a couple examples. I know I refer to Mara a lot and/or jihzzy a lot, but its due to me being able to talk about them a little more liberally than I can with any of complex relationship tree we have going that shine MOST in the AU due to being able to create a little more freely there. It’s INSANE OVER THERE and I love it, I can’t wait to start the new one to further build our version of Night city. This story has all the dynamics, you name it. Even healthy family ones. *Points to the Shins*

okay, so this took me longer than it should have, again im so sorry. Lol. Anyway, I could go on more, but i gotta know who interests you the most, even if they aren't my character, I got the biography of my campaign mates, they always love indulging in some blorbolory (trademark pending?) I know I still don't have it all together yet, still slowly working my way thru it. I got a PH.D on this subject, I know it better than the writer for the campaign.

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chuuyrr · 3 years ago

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BHE KUMUSTA BA BHE HYPED NANAMAN AKO EWAN KO BA BASTA ANG ALAM KO LAGI AKONG EXCITED PAG ANDITO KO SA BLOG MO AHAHAJAHAHA,,,,, i hab a smol request if it's alright hehe :>

so for today's vidyow AHAHAHA pwede po ba akong umorder(wewz cafe yarn?) ng ano, more mama!reader and son!gojo but this time pupunta si mama!reader sa school kase dadalhan nya ng food si gojo, teacher na si gojo d2 tas ano kasi, naiimagine ko yung itsura ng mga students nya, except gumi bby, na ano sobrang weirded out HAHAHA "gojo-sensei?!!?!! that's your mom?!!??!!! she's so pretty— WHAT???" nobara chill— HAHAHAHAHHAA ayorn tas si reader mapapa- *sigh* more kids to take care of pero puro cuteness lang tas i feel like sabay na pagtitripan ni reader at gumi si gojo kase lam naman naten na sobrang kulet ng lolo nyo HAHAHAHAHAHA

yon langgg, stay safe mareeeeee, tysm in advance kung magawa mo req ko pero remember na okay lang din kung hindi!! it's no big deal hehehe MWAH I LAB YU TO DA MAX HAHAHAHA❤️❤️❤️

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mama! scarlet witch! reader brings grown-up! gojo satoru food

jujutsu kaisen x reader

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╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, nobara calls you a milf, first-year and second-year students gawk over you, jealous! gojo satoru, mama! reader and megumi teases gojo

╰➤ PAIRING(s): mama! reader x son! gojo, platonic! first-year and second-year students x reader

aaaa thank you saur much for requesting!! here is your cup of coffee for today's video emz, enjoy reading pu, sobrang na enjoy q isulat eto hehe, also it looks like im making mama! reader into a series ><

even if satoru was no longer a kid, you still made him bento box lunches. you never stopped doing it. you'd wake up early in the morning, cook him a delicious meal, and before giving him his good-bye hug, by the time he has to go to jujutsu tech as a teacher.

and currently, you ended up making more sweets than usual, particularly kikufuku mochi, which was a favorite of gojo's, along with some matcha mille crepe cake and red velvet brownies, and that's when a light bulb appeared on the top of your head. what if you visited jujutsu tech and brought your loving son some food? it has also been a long while since you last went there. although working in a café was fun and not that tiresome due to your magic, it does get boring and a bit stuffy at times.

using your chaos magic, you closed the shop early and had all the food you were going to bring packaged all nicely as you tied your hair and slipped on a red jacket. once you were all set, you made your way towards the school and first teleported to where yaga-sensei was, or principal yaga, you should say.

yaga was in his office, working on some paperwork, when you appeared out of nowhere, causing him to jump from his chair. satoru was right about your lack of cursed energy, as he failed to sense you right away.

the young man yelped in surprise, "[name]-san! you scared me. w-what are you doing here?"

"sorry for the intrusion!" you dipped your head into a small bow, giggling as you placed a box of red velvet brownies, cakes, and mochi on his desk. "it's just that i closed my shop early to bring satoru food, and i figured it'd be nice if i gave you some too. i ended up making plenty."

"that's very thoughtful of you, [name]-san, but this is a lot of food." yaga blinked profusely behind his glasses at the amount of food you had just given him, together with how many you were effortlessly carrying and balancing all by yourself.

"say, where's shoko-chan and suguru-kun? i have sweets to give them too." you inquired.

"shoko is in the infirmary, it should be her break right now. as for suguru, he's on a mission, he won't be back until later." yaga-san informed you, standing up from his office chair to take the packages from you. "allow me to help you carry those boxes. satoru and his students are in the grounds."

you chirped rather happily, "no worries, i can carry them all by myself. thank you, yaga-san."

"are you sure, [name]-sa—before yaga could protest, you had already disappeared from sight.

you first dropped by at the infirmary, where you overheard shoko and ijichi conversing. the young woman was surprised to see you. you gave her and ijichi a bunch of sweets, but not until you hugged her and gave him a headpat and left.

following satoru's cursed energy, you were able to locate the grounds and find them all in no time. there stood your son, facilitating the training of both first-year and second-year students. your chest became fuzzy and warm at the sight of your son handling the children. it looks like your little snowflake has already grown up. seeing him teach with a smile takes you back to the time wherein he told you he wanted to become a teacher at jujutsu tech. at first, you thought he was joking, but he was serious. satoru did have a soft spot for children after all, just like you, his mom.

"satoru-chan!" you called out, catching your son's and everyone's attention.

everyone halted whatever they were doing and turned their heads towards you, all in unison, and they were left astounded. satoru was the first to react upon seeing you.

"mom? what are you doing here?" that was all it took for his first and second-year students to scream in surprise, with the exception of megumi, who already knew who you were.

"WHAT?!"

odd looks had broke through their faces, mouths hanging in agape as their gojo-sensei immediately left their side and rushed towards you, taking the boxes you held in each hand.

"mom, what are these boxes? what about the café?" your son had bombarded you with questions of concern.

"i made plenty of food, so i brought you some." you smiled sweetly, extending your hand towards his head and gave it a gentle pat. "no need to worry about a thing. i closed the café early today, so i can pay you a visit."

"gojo-sensei, is that really your mom?!" nobara was having a panic as she and the rest of the students eyed you from head to toe. "she's so pretty!"

without your chaos magic and all of the red psionics surrounding you, you were a breathtakingly beautiful woman. you peered down at yourself, not really quite getting what satoru's student was saying. you haven't gotten the chance to change your clothes. you were wearing a barely red zipped up hoodie over a shirt and sweatpants, and strands of your hair hung loose due to how you hurried to fix up your hair with a hair tie earlier.

"oh, my! you flatter me too much sweetie." a soft yet sweet giggle had escaped your lips.

"it's true though, gojo-san!" itadori exclaimed, agreeing with nobara's statement.

"she's not a gojo." your now grown-up gumi-chan explained briefly to his fellow classmates and earned another look of shock from them.

"eh? do you know her, fushiguro?" panda quipped, turning towards him.

"she's gojo-sensei's adoptive mom." fushiguro answered in a murmur, his soft eyes locking with yours as a faint blush slowly spread across his cheeks. "she used to look after me and my sister."

"no wonder you don't look like gojo-sensei!" maki stated with wide eyes as she promptly folded her arms across her chest.

"salmon!" inumaki said in agreement, nodding his head.

"i'm satoru's adoptive mom. i go by [surname], [surname] [name] to be exact!" you introduced yourself, smiling at each and every single one of them as you gently pulled fushiguro to your side and rubbed his back in a motherly way. "it's a pleasure to meet you all, i've heard so much about you guys from satoru! from yuuji-kun, nobara-chan, maki-chan, inumaki-kun, panda-kun to yuuta-kun, such a shame the poor boy is overseas."

"gojo-sensei, how come we never met [surname]-san before?!" nobara cried out in an exaggerated manner.

"well, she's not a faculty of the school, she doesn't really go here that much. only a few instances." gojo chuckled at his first-year student, recalling how you'd only make your way here in jujutsu tech every time he and suguru would have a fight, or whenever they need someone to help them.

although you were affiliated with strong connections in the jujutsu world despite not having jujutsu, you refused to involve yourself that much because as much as you hated it, the big three clans were still bugging you even if years had already passed.

"these are kikufuku mochi, brownies and crepe cakes!" gojo exclaimed, opening the boxes you were carrying earlier.

"that's right! i told you i made plenty of food!" you nodded, clasping your hands together. "i know, why don't you and the kids take a break and eat up?"

a gasp escaped your lips, "oh, my. i should have brought coffee and picnic blankets for everyone. looks like i'll just have to magic us a bunch."

"magic?" the first-year and second-year students asked, dumbfounded.

before you could answer, you locked and twitched your fingers, and the next thing everyone knew, all of them were now sat in a big picnic blanket you had gotten out of nowhere, all of the food you had brought were neatly set out in the middle and you even magicked hot coffee that were enough for everyone.

"EHH?!"

"HOW?!"

you softly chuckled at their expressions as you sat down beside satoru and megumi, taking a sip from the mug of coffee you had magicked in your hand, "as you've noticed, i don't have cursed energy. what i do have is chaos magic."

"chaos magic?" all of the students excluding megumi stared at you with interest and curiosity filled eyes.

"it allows me to manipulate reality at a molecular level without any restrictions." you continued to explain, raising a freehand to show everyone the red psionics of your magic that were wafting from your fingertips.

using your chaos magic, you had promptly turned the mug of coffee you had into a glass of water, then you proceeded to turn into a plate of freshly cookies, earning even more gasps and surprised looks from the students. it was just like a magician performing to children.

"SO COOL!" itadori exclaimed with wonderstruck eyes. "MAGIC IS REAL!"

"wait, [surname]-san." panda raised a hand, erm, paw, as if he was asking a question to a teacher. "does this mean you're stronger than gojo-sensei?"

a dramatic gasp had escaped gojo's breath as he yanked down his blindfond to stare at his students. "EXCUSE ME?!"

"you said you can manipulate reality at a molecular level without any restrictions, so can you get through gojo-sensei's infinity?" maki proceeded to ignore their teacher that was now throwing a fit in the background and ask you.

"well, i can bend the laws of physics, so.." you shrugged your shoulders, a fit of laughter erupting from your throat.

nobara exclaimed, stars filling her eyes. "what a girlboss, definitely a MILF. i aspire to be like you [surname]-san!"

"you should teach here at jujutsu tech just like gojo-sensei and geto-sensei, [surname]-san." panda suggested.

"oi, oi! quit stealing my mother from me!" with that, satoru encased you in his arms and glared at each of his students childishly. "mind you i'm one she bought these sweets for."

the students watched in awe of how their teacher was getting all jealous and protective of you. this says it all. gojo satoru is a literal embodiment of a manchild.

"hehe, to think gojo-sensei would be a such mama's boy." nobara snickered together with maki and itadori.

"[name]-san did say these sweets are to be eaten together, which means she brought them for us too." megumi stated in a matter of factly manner with a smug look as he took a sip of his own mug of coffee.

"you guys are absolute bullies. i can't believe my own beloved students would do this to me, their greatest teacher." satoru dramatically draped an arm over his eyes as he leaned against your shoulder, causing you to burst out laughing.

"i'm starting to think you're more of a child than them, snowflake." you commented with a grin, leaning your head against your knuckles as propped an elbow on your thigh.

"mom, don't call me that in front of my students!" satoru whined, immediately snapping his towards you to see you laughing and grinning about.

"why not? you're still my little snowflake, my wittle precious snowflake~" you pinched his cheek and spoke in a baby-like voice as you cooed, making the limitless sorcerer's face turn into a beet red color.

"she called gojo-sensei snowflake!" the students were unable to control their laughter and amusement. "snowflake-sensei!"

"gah, i'm so jealous! i want [surname]-san to be my mama too. can you sign my adoption papers?" an adorable pout had struck nobara's face as she looked at you with pleading eyes.

"tuna mayo!" inumaki pointed at himself too.

"looks like i have more children to take care of." you muttered to yourself as you smiled at each and every single one of them. "i already have satoru, shoko, suguru, megumi and tsumiki."

"i hate you guys, i'm keeping these box of kikufuku to myself." satoru shook his head and snatched the box of sweets, keeping it to his chest.

"now, now. don't be like that, snowflake." you turned towards him, rubbing his back in a motherly way.

every since then, you started coming over at the school more often due to satoru's students wanting to see you. the children loved you so much. years had already passed since you had taken satoru, megumi and tsumiki under your wing, you were still a magnet for children. so, everytime you'd visit them, you'd always bring them something good to eat or drink, and may or may not have ended up teaching them while at it.

sometimes, especially after a mission, the students would drop by at your café and you'd almost never make them pay. you would spoil them with sweets, pastries and drinks that were on the house. you made sure they weren't going home hungry.

of course, satoru's a little jealous because he just gained a bunch of rivals to your love and that they ended up loving and adoring you more than him, but he's happy that you're happy. he will always cherish the way you smiled and laughed with his students everytime you were with them.

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roscgcld · 4 years ago

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GOJO SATORU || pretty badass

request: umm gojo x sorcerer!reader and they have a son (he is still a kid like around 5). the three of them were having a family time but a curse came out of nowhere and attacked their son but unexpectedly he's using limitless (it's his first time!!). so she and gojo just "wow" pls isnt it cute and gojo would say "thats because my strong gene", "as expected from the great gojo satoru's son" or something like that ajjdjw

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pronouns: she/her

You smile softly at the sight of your son and husband, both of them looking like they were carbon copies of one another, the three of you walking down the busy streets of Tokyo on your off day. For the last three months, you and your husband have clashing schedules when it comes to your lives as full fledged sorcerers; with your husband, Gojo, traveling about Japan on his many missions while you stayed back in Jujutsu Tech teaching his students whenever he’s suddenly called away.

It was hard going to sleep without him and waking up long after he’s got up for the day; the only indication he was home was a thermal full of coffee for you in the morning along with a bag of souvenirs he got for both you and your son. Your son, now 5, who misses his father a lot and spends many evenings curled up in your arms in tears, crying about how he misses his father.

So today was a day you’ve been looking forward to for awhile now - a day where he has no pressing matters he has to attend to, and you using one of your day offs so you can spend it as a small family unit. So far you three have gone on a short shopping trip together, having lunch together in a nice restaurant that Gojo had his eye on for awhile now, and follow your son around as he dictates what the three of you were doing. “Mama!”

“Yes sweetheart?” You called out as you snapped out from your daydream, looking over to the two boys - two pairs of beautiful sapphire eyes staring back at you with happiness. ‘The first in generations’ was what one of the elders of the Gojo clan had told you when you first brought your son to them. It was rare enough that your husband, Gojo Satoru, was born with the Six Eyes; but when your son was born and possess the same eyes as his father, the elders were overjoyed.

You didn’t care, for you, he’s just an every day child, and you were going to raise him as such. “Ice cream!”

Looking at where he was pointing, where a stall was selling ice cream served in a taiyaki, being served with different ingredients like wafer biscuits and other sweets. “Sure baby.” You said as you reach over to ruffle his soft h/c hair, smiling at how excited he got just because you agreed to allow him to get ice cream. Your husband laughs softly at his expression, his other hand reaching out to take yours in his, which you did with a warm smile on your face. After handing in your order and Gojo paying, the three of you made it towards a park nearby to enjoy your treats; seated on a bench together to enjoy the nice weather.

The sun was out, yet the spring winds were blowing; making the weather perfect for a nice day out in the park. Licking your matcha and red bean swirled ice cream, you smile smile softly when your husband playfully leaned forward to taste some of your ice cream as well, his chocolate ice cream with marshmallows and a wafer biscuit clutched in his own hand. “You always go for the same flavours, baby. Try switching it up a little.” He admitted with a grin as he popped one of the fluffy marshmallows into his mouth, causing you to smile as you licked at your ice cream carefully. “Unlike you, I don’t have any interest in eating my weight in sugar.”

Gojo just grins down at you before he playfully leans over to lick at your ice cream once more, causing you to laugh as you used your free hand to push his face away. “Eat your own ice cream, loser.” You teased, jerking your hand away with a laugh when you spotted his pink tongue sticking out at your hand, threatening to lick your hand. Gojo was about to lean closer when he felt your son start to tug on his shirt, forcing him away from you. “Leave mama alone!” He whined up at his father with a pout, glaring at his father for even attempting to annoy his mother.

You couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling through your laughs at the sight of your husband pouting down at your son as well, whining to the young boy that seemed to give you all his love and affection while leaving his father to ‘fend for himself’. Seems like both boys definitely got the flare of dramatics that the Gojos are known for. Eventually you stepped in to stop the two, giving both of your boys a soft kiss against their cheek softly; getting adorable and loving smiles in return.

“You really took after your father entirely, didn’t you, baby?” You cooed at your son as you wiped his mouth clean from ice cream, since unfortunately he had gotten your husband’s sweet tooth. You had hoped it would skip a generation, but with your husband’s influence, it was inevitable that he will love sweets. In response he just gave you a cheeky smile, to which you just roll your eyes before you return to your seat, eating the rest of your ice cream carefully. “I don’t see a problem with it it.”

Glaring at your husband half-heartedly, you sat back down in your seat as you finished the last bite of your taiyaki fish cone, using a wet tissue to clean your hands. “You are the source of the problem.” You teased your husband before you grabbed a tissue, ignoring his whines as you reached up to wipe the corner of his mouth clean. “How mean, wifey.” He pouts down at you as he leans over to rest his head on yours, to which you just roll your eyes at him as you reached over to pat his chest softly. “And here I thought you missed me.”

Laughing softly at his words, you wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzles into his neck, just soaking in the familiarity of being in his arms once more. Sure, you always poke fun at him and tease him a lot, but you always do it out of love - and he knows it. Hence why he is never truly upset, pulling you into your side with a loving smile; your son curled up his other side as the three of you sat there in silence.

Just enjoying the moment.

Eventually the rest of the ice cream was finished, and you helped your son wipe his sticky hands clean, smiling at how adorable he looks as he gave you an adoring smile. Leaning over to kiss him on the head, you smile as he giggles and cups your face in his hands, kissing your nose softly like his father always does. This action caused you to laugh softly as you playfully ruffled his soft hair between your fingers, leaning back into your husband once more as his muscular arm wrapped around you loosely.

“Can you take the trash out for us, little guy?” Gojo asks with a raised eyebrow as he hands the small ball of used tissues to your son, who pouts at him but nods anyway; since he was going to do it just because you were there. “Good boy.” He coos at him teasingly before he playfully wrapped his arms around you once your son got off the bench, giving him a smirk whilst your son huffs back in reply. “Now your mama and I can have some quality time without your little shadow hanging off her arm.”

“As if you don’t do the same!” Your son whines before he went to the trashcan to toss the trash away while you just roll your eyes and cuddle up into your husband, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. “You never grow up, huh?” You asked with a teasing smile as you look up at your husband, whose bright eyes looked down at you through his signature circle sunglasses, yet they somehow seem to glow from behind the heavily tinted frames. “Teasing your son and fighting for my attention. As cute as that is, you should know better then to tease him like that.”

Gojo couldn’t help but grin as he rubs your back softly, shrugging at your words. “If he is my child, he will know how to fight back.” Was his simple reply, a reply that had you rolling your eyes at him as you reached up to flick his forehead playfully. “I am trying to teach my son manners.” You replied back sassily, knowing the flick didn’t hit him because your husband always has his Limitless activated at all times. So you weren’t surprised when all he did was chuckle in return, leaning down to press a loving kiss against the top of your head. “You love me regardless.”

You didn’t bother to respond, instead leaning up to press a soft kiss against his lips in response; both of you sporting smiles on your faces. You had just returned to curling up in his arms when you felt his stiffen underneath you, causing you to push yourself off a little with a soft frown on your face; which only deepen when you saw his hardened expression. You were about to ask what was wrong when you suddenly felt the strong curse energy, causing your blood to run cold. “Satoru-”

“I am sure he’s fine.” Your husband tried to reassure you, but how he had swiftly got up with you in his arms, you can tell that even he was nervous. This didn’t help your nerves as you grabbed onto his outstretched hand before you two were racing towards the general direction of where the Curse Energy source is, praying that your little boy was alright. The both of you had just turned ran up a hill when you saw a sight that had you pausing in confusion.

Standing before you was a Curse that shouldn’t be more than a Second Grade, its grotesques body wrapped around the vending machines next to the recycling bins. It was clearly trying to attack your son, yet it can’t seem to get close enough to land a blow on the young boy, who was staring up at it in disgust. The strong wave of Cursed Energy seems to be radiating off your son, who was more focused on turning his nose up in disgust at the Curse before him. “What-”

“Well I’ll be damned.” Your husband said with a laugh, sounding more relieved then he was before as he looks down at you with an easy grin. “Looks like our son is an early bloomer.” He teases before he squeezes your hand one last time and walked towards him, squatting down next to him to pet him on the head; his other hand snapping his fingers. The Curse immediately started implode from the inside out. “I am really proud of you, buddy! Seems like you’ve learnt how to control the Limitless!”

You were still standing there in shock, not even caring about the screaming Curse as you rushed to your son, bending down to check him over in concern. “Are you alright, honey? Did it hurt you?” You asked in concern as you cupped his chubby cheeks in your hands, watching how he shakes his head softly even as you squish his cheeks between your warm hands. “No mama, it couldn’t touch me! See?”

You slowly started to sag in relief when he showed you his unscratched skin, pulling him into your arms and running your fingers through his hair gently to calm you frantically beating heart. “Thank goodness.” You mumble as he hugs you back in delight, nuzzling his face into your neck happily. A soft chuckle causes you to look up, raising an eyebrow at your husband when he just grins. “I am just happy that he managed to pick up how to use Infinity effortlessly. Then again, should I really be surprised? He is the son of the strongest sorcerer alive, it is expected of him, really.”

His answer caused you to just scowl in response as you picked your son up in your arms, bouncing him as he giggles out in delight. “Your daddy has a big ego, huh buddy?” You cooed at him, ignoring your pouting husband as you kiss your son on the forehead. “Mama doesn’t know how to deal with him sometimes.” You continued to coo as he got up, wrapping his arms around the both of you. “Hey! At least we now know he’s going to be as awesome as his parents!”

Somehow his teasing tone caused you to relax as you leaned into Gojo’s arms, letting him wrap both you and your son up in his arms as he presses a loving kiss against the side of your head. “Come on, you have to admit you are proud of him.” Gojo mumbles softly to you with a grin as he ruffles your son’s hair once more, the young boy giggling as he blinks his shining sapphire eyes back at you happily. “Technically, he did stop a big and scary Curse from hitting him. The poor thing didn’t stand a chance against our boy.”

“All he did was activate the Infinity between him and that thing.” You reminded your husband, who just waved your concerns away with a soft chuckle. However, when you look back down at the young boy in your arms, there was no denying the sense of pride that was slowly starting to wash through you as the shock of the situation slowly seeps away. “But that was pretty impressive. Usually people develop their Cursed Techniques at aged 6.”

“Come on baby - with the strongest as his dad and the most badass woman as his mum? I am surprised he didn’t develop it sooner.”

You just laugh softly at your husband’s clearly arrogant words, yet you didn’t have the heart to stop him as you ran your fingers through your son’s hair once more. “I mean, that was pretty badass.” You commented with a soft chuckle, to which your husband just nods his head in agreement, your son completely oblivious to everything around him as he soaks in your warmth. “Why don’t we go and pick up some takeaway for dinner? I am craving some of that gimbap from the Korean place we love to go to.”

“Anything for the wifey.” Gojo commented with a simple grin and with that, he used his arm around you to lead the three of you down the path that exits the park you three had wandered into, talking animatedly about how he can’t wait to start training with your young son. You wanted to remind him that the young boy is just 5 years old, that there is still time for him to learn a little later. How he should just enjoy his youth now.

But you know you can’t stop him once he goes on a roll, so you just listened to him with a warm smile on your face as you cradled your son in your arms, who had started to fall asleep the longer he soaks in your warmth. For now, you’re just going to soak in the moment you realised that your son was going to be a strong sorcerer, if he chooses to be one. Either way, there was no denying how proud you were of him.

For now though? You’re just going to enjoy this moment while it lasts - with your husband and son by your side as you made your way towards the cute Korean restaurant near your family home to order some takeout before retiring for the day.

Today has been eventful enough.

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years ago

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Sake and Snow (pt. 1) || Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader || NSFW

(series prequel to Sleepy Sex)

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4

You've been dating Katsuki Bakugou for a few weeks. You've known each other since high school, but you were too shy to ever flirt with him. It's just as well, you'd figured, since he probably would've just yelled at you and rejected you in the worst possible way. After graduating, you went to work at an agency several hundreds of miles away while he stayed in the same town. Work kept you incredibly busy and your family lived in a different city, so you never made it back to visit.

A couple of years later, however, your career path brought you back to the city you'd graduated in, and a couple of months later you ran into Katsuki and my my, how he had grown. You got back in touch with your mutual friends from high school and within a few months, you and Katsuki started dating. A few weeks into it he invited you to his place for dinner one evening, to which you happily obliged.

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When Katsuki's doorbell rang at 7:25, his heart jumped into his throat. Pull yourself together, Bakugou. Don’t let her get to you, he thought.

He opened the door to see you smiling up at him and all his self-pep talk was forgotten. Why did you get to him so much? You looked incredible and he couldn’t remember the last time anyone else was this happy to see him. “It’s freezing out there, come inside”, he ordered.

The aroma coming from his kitchen hit your nose like a wall and caused your mouth to start watering almost as much as the sight of the chef himself. He wore a well-fitting black dress shirt with the first couple of buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, showcasing his muscular forearms. Over that, he wore a black apron tied in the back and you noticed how slim his waist is in comparison to the rest of his torso. I bet I could wash my clothes on his abs, you thought before willing the visual distraction out of your mind.

You walked inside, already familiar with the clean lines and minimalist décor of his apartment’s open floor plan, surprisingly tidy for a bachelor’s place. “Damn, it feels really good in here. So warm!”, you said, rubbing your cold hands together.

Bakugou helped you out of your coat and nearly choked on his own spit when he saw what was beneath. The little black dress that you wore hugged your perfect hips and ended in a pencil line about halfway down your thighs. With your back facing him he licked his lips hungrily and thought, I can’t take this shit anymore. Her ass is mine tonight. When you bent over to take off your shoes he couldn’t help but imagine pushing the hem of your dress up around your waist before burying his cock deep inside that tight-

“Wow, Katsuki!” You didn’t notice him startle. “It smells so good in here! What are you making?”, you asked, following him into the kitchen.

He flipped the contents of the skillet, causing any moisture to hiss against the hot oil. “Stir-fried vegetables with garlic fried rice, konbu dashi-based miso soup, and tempura – shrimp and veggies, and a chilled bottle of Junmai Daiginjo to drink. Or...whatever”, he grumbled.

He almost jumped when you put a delicate hand on his back, such was the heightened state of his nerves. “This all looks so amazing, Katsuki”.

The male looked over his shoulder at you and that beautiful smile on your face. That smile slayed him. He turned and ran his thumb across your cheek as he lowered his mouth to yours. You closed your eyes as his lips brushed yours before placing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

“Not as amazing as you do”, he whispered before dipping his gaze down to take in the sight of you from head to toe before turning his attention back to his cooking. You felt like your knees would buckle, but you nonchalantly steadied yourself by leaning against the countertop. How in the world was this the same guy who yelled most of the time and threatened to kick people’s asses a few years ago? You chuckled slightly at the contrast of his current demeanor.

“What?”, he asked while looking at you from the side.

“I don’t know, you’re just…you’re so different than the guy I remember from high school”.

“You want me to start yelling at you, would that make you feel more comfortable?”

Propping your cheek on your palm you looked into his vermillion eyes and replied thoughtfully, “No, this is perfect”.

“Tch-” He smirked at you and turned back to his task hoping it would prevent you from seeing the blush that spread across his cheeks.

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“Oh my fucking god, Katsuki, your tempura is delicious! (Type) is my favorite and you freaking nailed it! So light and crispy!”, you praised before moaning and taking another bite.

If that makes you moan, just wait until I get you in my bed. His dick twitched in his pants, threatening to get hard if he kept thinking like that.

After you finished eating, Bakugou offered you a cup of hot matcha.

“Yes, that would be great. I love matcha”.

“You’ve been saying that about a lot of things tonight. Is there anything you don’t love?”

“Hmm…headaches, too much work, not enough down time, toxic bullshit…there are plenty of things I don’t love. I guess I just prefer to focus on the things I do love”. After a beat, you asked him, “What about you? I hear a lot about what you hate. Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“Yeah, but if I tell you I’d have to kill you”.

“With kindness, right?”, you said playfully.

He rolled his eyes, trying and failing to stifle a smile. “You”.

“Me what?”

“I don’t hate you, genius. And if you tell anyone, I’ll have to kill them too”.

The two of you talked for a while longer before you saw the time on your phone when it lit up with a text notification from Momo. You knew your best friend better than to open it and read it knowing Katsuki was watching you. She’d probably sent a gif of someone doing the tongue-between-the-fingers thing with a How’s it going 😉? text. You clicked your cheek against your teeth, “Looks like I need to get going, it’s getting pretty late”.

Katsuki felt a twinge of disappointment as he got up from the table with you. He helped you into your coat and opened the door while you dug in your purse for your keys. “Umm, (y/n)? Have you looked outside?”, silently thanking whatever gods were smiling down and bestowing upon him this sacred gift.

“Hm? No, why?”

“’Cause there’s at least a couple of inches of snow on the ground”.

"The forecast only called for a light dusting", you said peeking around him. “Oh no".

“You feel safe driving in that?”, Katsuki asked, a hint of preemptive disapproval in his tone.

“No way”. You looked up at that handsome face, cursing whatever gods were testing your resolve to keep your hands to yourself tonight, and said, “What about you? Can you drive me home?”

“I mean, I could, but I’ve got an even better solution”. You raised an eyebrow at him. “You stay here tonight and neither one of us has to get out in that shit”.

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