#i talk to my classmates and we get along well and i enjoy their company but theres no one i could become actual friends with

[ohgirlieplease]

How do people make friends howwww for the love of god

[lune-moon-nuit]

The influence of conformity & gender stereotypes on the characters of Stranger Things but also on US (the general audience)

The moment I stumbled upon the arguments of "anti-Byler," the most commonly cited one was their outright denial of heteronormative pressures and societal expectations that are instilled in us from a young age. These same dynamics influenced Mike and the other characters in Stranger Things. This realization brought to mind a personal childhood anecdote that illustrates this phenomenon perfectly.

I must have been around ten years old because I remember this happening on the bus ride home from a school trip to watch Ratatouille. At the time, I had recently befriended a boy in my class—we had been seated next to each other, which gave us more opportunities to talk than when I’d usually stick with my girlfriends during recess while he played soccer with the boys. (Just describing this setup already paints a clear picture of gender stereotypes and heteronormativity, even though this was in 2007—25 years after 1982, to put things into perspective.)

When I say we had grown closer, I mean that two kids had developed a friendship: we laughed together, enjoyed each other’s company, and simply got along well. But I vividly remember sitting face-to-face with Maximilien—yes, I suddenly recalled his name as I was writing this! Maximilien, with his freckles and ginger hair—and we were laughing and talking about the movie. At one point, I playfully held two strands of his hair between my fingers, pretending to guide him like Rémy from Ratatouille.

It was then that I noticed, just behind Maximilien's smiling face, my classmates observing us from the next row. They were whispering and giggling, their glances unmistakably filled with mischief. I immediately understood what they were thinking. Later that day, they confronted me, insisting, “You’re in love with Maximilien!”

I felt embarrassed and awkward. But the truth is, before their remarks, the idea hadn’t even crossed my mind. To me, Maximilien was simply a friend, someone I enjoyed spending time with. It wasn’t until my friends planted that seed of doubt that I began to question my feelings. For the rest of the school year, I convinced myself I had a crush on him.

Looking back, this memory perfectly encapsulates how deeply societal conditioning affects us, even as children. At ten years old, we were already internalizing heteronormative narratives from our peers, advertisements, media, movies, and TV shows. Everything around us reinforced the notion that if a boy and a girl were close, they had to be more than friends.

This anecdote resurfaced in my mind recently, and it struck me how pervasive this conditioning was—even in 2007, when societal attitudes had already progressed somewhat compared to the 1980s. Now imagine how amplified this must have been in the '80s, which sheds light on the behaviors of Lucas, Dustin, and Nancy (and others by the way) in Stranger Things.

These three characters—Lucas, Dustin, and Nancy—each insinuated that Mike had romantic feelings for El based solely on his acts of kindness and care for her. It becomes much easier to understand their reactions when you realize they were operating under the same heteronormative assumptions that shaped our childhoods. After all, didn’t we all have our own versions of Lucas and Dustin who convinced us we were in love with our Maximilien or El?

Before Lucas’s heteronormative remark, Mike had done nothing more than show empathy for El—protecting her and taking care of her after she told him she was being hunted by “bad men” and that her life was in danger. Mike’s actions stemmed from compassion and the fact that she had information about Will’s disappearance, not romantic interest. Their interactions were simply those of two kind-hearted kids getting to know each other, with Mike admiring her powers (like any kid fascinated by superheroes) and El being drawn to Mike’s stable family life—a concept foreign to her.

But then Lucas planted that tiny seed: “If you’re this nice to her, you must be in love with her.” From that point on, Mike started behaving more timidly around El, his perception of their interactions skewed by Lucas’s words. Dustin reinforced this by accusing Mike of neglecting their friendship because of El, which was a childish and reductive observation considering the circumstances. Nancy, too, perpetuated this when she directly asked Mike, “You like El?” after he inquired about her feelings for Jonathan.

All these comments were rooted in internalized heteronormativity—small seeds planted in Mike by his friends, just as their families, communities, and society had once planted similar seeds in them.

The result? Mike simply conformed to what he thought he was supposed to feel. If everyone said he loved El, then he must love her, right? So he invited her to the Snow Ball and kissed her—because that’s what he believed he was “meant” to do. After all, she had superpowers like the heroes he admired, and as a bullied, insecure boy who often felt powerless, her attention gave him a sense of validation. She needed him, depended on him, and he felt useful and in control by taking care of her.

At the same time, he barely knew her—they’d only spent a week together, and beyond the immediate crisis and her love of Eggo waffles, there wasn’t much else he understood about her. Still, this fleeting connection gave him emotional and psychological comfort during Will’s disappearance and presumed death—a situation where he felt utterly helpless.

All of this resulted in Mike simply doing what he thought he was supposed to feel and do: "If everyone says I love her, then I must love her, right? So let's invite her to the dance and kiss her! Besides, she has powers like my favorite superheroes—that's pretty cool for a bullied boy who looks like a frog, isn't it? If she's interested in me, wouldn’t that prove I'm normal after all? Plus, she depends on me, she needs me, she's lost without me, and I have to take her under my wing. I feel useful taking care of her! It's only been seven days since I met her, so honestly, apart from the urgent situation we're in, I know almost nothing about her except that she likes waffles. But at least, during this week, we needed each other, and emotionally and psychologically, it helped me cope with the disappearance and presumed death of my best friend—a friend who vanished after leaving my house, where I feel 100% powerless to protect or save him. Having some sense of control by taking care of El, who clearly needs me, might just be my way of projecting? Also, she looks like a boy with her short hair, and she was mistaken for Will three times throughout the season—what a coincidence!"

I also noticed that in Season 4, the Duffer Brothers repeatedly wrote into the script how Robin and Steve are often mistaken for a couple by others. This happens because people don’t know Robin is a lesbian, but more importantly, because they can’t comprehend how Robin and Steve can be so close, so in sync, and have such incredible chemistry without being romantically involved. And yes, it’s absolutely possible—some people can be your soulmate without being in a romantic relationship with you. In fact, there are relationships that are healthier and more balanced as friendships rather than as romantic partnerships, and the people involved often realize this themselves. This doesn’t diminish the genuine love they have for each other. They love each other, they don’t want to lose one another, it’s just not romantic. It doesn’t take away from the strength or depth of the bond they share—it’s simply a different kind of love for a different kind of relationship.

This dynamic becomes even more compelling when you consider how heteronormativity shaped not only Mike’s understanding of his feelings but also everyone else’s perceptions of their relationship. Like Lucas, Dustin, and Nancy, we’ve all been influenced by these societal norms, projecting them onto others and perpetuating them, often without even realizing it.

[saltofmercury]

"Pillow Talk"

Pairing: König x f!reader

A/N: Had to get this out of my drafts

Summary: You and König stay up talking about your lives.

warnings: talks about kids, fluff, bullying, etc.

"Pillow Talk"

It had been 3 hours since you both had gone to bed.

Three hours since you both kissed goodnight, turned away from one another, but somewhere along the line nonstop talking, giggles, and random stories were given to one another.

Both you and König were facing each other in bed, legs wrapped on top of one another, while he had an arm under you and you had your arm on top of him.

“That was why my dad never got us pet fish.” You said. 

It had started with König asking you a simple question, his back turned to you, and then you asking him a question. Both of you now faced each other and had begun telling stories of your childhood, stories of when you were an adolescent, work stories, almost anything you guys could think of. Snowballed the stories off of one another.

You could see small glimpses of him from the moonlight outside, feel his calm breathing, his chest when he snorted, laughing at something you said.

“What about you?” You ask quietly.

“Did you have any pets when you were younger?”

Silence and a small inhale—

“I did have a fish once,” he exhaled, “Forgot to feed him one day and my dad told me I would never be responsible.” He started laughing.

You loved hearing him laugh. It was boyish, carefree, and loud. It was a little sprinkle to your night. The way he would inhale and laugh, rub his eyes or chest, like he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling that bubbled from his stomach.

“Isn’t that humorous? Responsibility based on a fish.” He was rubbing his face now.

You laughed, followed by a question, “How old were you?”

“I was about 8 or 9 years old, it was around the time I had my first crush.”

You adjusted yourself closer to him. “A crush?!” You squealed.

“Yes, at school. Primary crush.” He said nonchalantly.

“Well tell me about your crush.” 

He adjusted himself again in bed and had positioned his other arm on your thigh rubbing up and down.

“Well…” he began, “It was just a first crush, if I was timid now, I was fearful back then.”

You nodded and hummed a little for him to continue.

“I remember that day, I forgot to feed the fish because it was Valentine’s Day, and we had small gifts to give each other.. I was terrified to give anyone anything.”

“Why were you scared?”

“I don’t think I ever told you, but my classmates were very mean to me.”

You tried to picture him as a small child. His blonde/auburn hair falling to his eyebrows, his big blue eyes, he was probably tall and had chubby cheeks. Who could ever be mean to him?

“Why were they mean to you?”

He exhaled and then continued, “I guess I was too tall, I spoke too softly, cried too much in Kindergarten and that never left me.”

You had started to rub his ears now, your hand falling to his collar.

“Kids are so mean sometimes, they used to bully me for turning red whenever I got an answer wrong.”

“You still blush to this day.” He answered with a hint of smile 

“Some things just don’t go away,” you responded softly, “Some things you just learn to carry with you and eventually it goes away.”

He was quiet for a minute, then continued,

“Some things, but I try to remember they were just kids.”

You looked up at him. You can feel his gaze on you. 

You respond gently, “Have you not forgiven those kids?”

He shifts himself, he now knows the spotlight is on him.

“Shatz,” he begins. “Of course I have, they were kids they had no idea.”

He inhales again, “I’m kind of happy it happened to me, it gave me a boost to then join the military and try to face this anxiety.”

You smiled. Of course only he would say something like that. When he gets injured out on the field he always says “it's a good thing it happened to him and not one of his smaller teammates.” König was selfless that way. He could take any pain, any taunt, any malicious threat towards him as long as his company present didn’t.

“How many kids do you want?” You stopped yourself. If the Earth could open up and swallow you whole, it would feel better than what came out of your mouth.

“Kids?” he says it like it’s a question he hadn’t thought about.

“I’m sorry.” you say, “It’s the word vomit again.”

He laughs again. “Such weird phrases you come up with.”

He clears his throat again. “I think I would want 4. They could come in pairs and protect one another.”

Twins? You have to think about it. Pairs. You know he had an older sibling and he was the youngest. Maybe he had wished for two younger siblings to protect. 

“Whatever you want honestly.” He’s running his hands through your hair now, slowly inching his hands down your neck, swiping his thumb across your collarbone.

You melt. There goes König and his selflessness again. He tells you what he wants but puts your needs first.

You laugh again, “When it gets to that part we’ll make that decision together.”

Sleep crawls back in your eyelids, you can feel yourself tuning out, but you want one more story.

“König?” 

“Yes?”

“Tell me about them. The kids.”

You slowly drift off as König tells you about them.

[crusty-chronicles]

Hi,

Can I request kurama x human reader who share his love for plants and nature which makes him fall for them?

Thanks for considering this requst

An: My man's would be gushing ��.

Kurama With An S/O Who Loves Plants

It's inevitable he becomes smitten

Someone else who shares his love of plants? You're his.

You start out as one of his classmates.

Just another face in the crowd.

It isn't until you have a project together that he gets to know you.

You'd chosen to do it at your house. It was more convenient that way. There'd be no interruptions and you'd get to finish faster.

There was just one catch though.

“My house is kinda humid. I like to keep the temperature high. If it's too much we could always work in the library,” you explained.

The heat was something he could handle. It wouldn't bother him in the slightest. And when he stepped foot inside, it was pleasantly bearable.

What he was not expecting were the ferns littered around your living room. Along with several other types of potted plants.

They all looked to be well taken care of, too. Seems you had quite the hobby.

He followed you to your room. Fingers skimming over the leaves of a pothos as he passed it. If you saw the action, you didn't mention it.

In your room were a few more plants placed towards the window sill. One in particular caught his attention. Through the foliage he could see glimpses of red.

“An anthurium,” he mumbled out.

“Huh?” You called from your spot on the floor.

He met your confused gaze and offered you a smile.

“You're a bit of a plant enthusiast, aren't you?”

You seemed to light up at his words. Excited to talk about your favorite hobby.

“Are you kidding me? These are my babies. I'm a single mother of about 24.”

Maybe it was a little endearing to see you talk so passionately.

“In all seriousness, I think I'm gonna become a botanist when I graduate. What about you?” You asked.

What would Kurama do? He'd probably be offered a job at his stepfather's company. If something else hadn't killed him first. But he felt like that wouldn't have been a favorable answer.

“I haven't decided yet.” Was his response.

He expected you to pry further. Instead you playfully nudged his shoulder.

“You could always join me.”

Surprisingly, he was left speechless by your offer. You'd wanted him to study plants with you?

“Don't think I didn't notice how you addressed Derek by his full government name.” You gestured to the anthurium behind you.

“You really know your stuff.”

Oh you had no idea.

“You name your plants?” He questioned. You were an intriguing individual.

“Hello? I told you they were my babies. And don't you try to change the subject.” You scolded.

“I'll consider it. How about we start on our project now?”

He figured that would've been the last time he interacted with you. That couldn't have been any further than the truth.

You showed up to his desk the next morning with a small potted plant.

He looked up at you quizzically before you spoke.

“What's this?”

You were trying to test him. A part of him found it cute. You had absolutely no clue how vast his knowledge was. Of both this world and the demon one.

He took you up on your challenge without hesitation.

“Bear’s Paw succulent. Also known as the Cotyledon tomentosa.”

“Aha!” You cheered triumphantly. As if you caught him red handed on something. Whatever connection you think you just made, he'd never know.

It became a daily habit of sorts.

Every morning you'd stop by his desk with something new.

The same question of ‘what’s this?’

And he'd always answer correctly.

You were persistent in whatever endeavor you were chasing. He thought you would've gotten bored by now, yet you kept at it.

Little by little, he starts to consider you a friend. He started anticipating your presence in the morning. Enjoying how you stuck around after quizzing him now. Getting to know each other more and more.

You didn't fawn over him like the girls in your class. And you weren't jealous of him like the boys. You were just you. And somehow you wormed your way into his life for the better.

You trusted him wholeheartedly with your plants. Even going as far as to ask him to take care of one for you.

“I have to go on a family trip. Watch Cornelius for me.” You'd looked up at him with pleading eyes. Ones he found himself unable to say no to. So he (not so) begrudgingly said yes.

A cactus. You gave him a cactus to look after.

He makes it bloom for you by the time you get back.

“Some green thumb you have.” You mused once you got it back. A small feeling of pride washing over him.

Eventually Kurama starts returning the favor and bringing you plants instead.

The first time he did it, he had left a special type of rose on your desk.

“What's this?” His words mirroring yours.

You gave a smirk at the challenge.

“Easy. It's a Falstaff rose.” you answered.

“Now what's this~” you pulled what looked like a white and pink flower from behind you.

“A trick. That's an orchid mantis.”

“Damn. I almost had you.”

Every now and then he'll throw you off by growing a plant from the demon world.

“Is that a hybrid of some sort?” You asked, prodding at the rather sentient looking plant.

Did it just blink at you?

“It's cool whatever it is. How'd you get your hands on it?”

By now your guessing games had started to take place out of school and in your homes. Right now, you were at Shuichi’s because he said he ‘wanted to show you something.’

He appeared amused by your curiosity.

“I have my ways.” He responded.

“This plant is carnivorous. It produces a saliva stronger than acid.” Though he'd never let it hurt you.

And instead of being frightened by it, you were ecstatic.

“Let's feed it a bunch of things!” You suggested.

Did you hear that? That was the sound of his heart beating in overdrive. You were a very brave human.

But you also found beauty and wonder in things most would cower at.

He makes sure to bring and grow you more plants from demon world. Most of them are relatively harmless.

As long as you don't get too close that is.

It becomes a new game for you to guess what they do. What makes the flowers bloom. The conditions they thrive in.

Most of the time you end up being correct. Using your prior knowledge to make logical guesses. It's surprising how accurate you are for a human. But then again, you weren't exactly normal.

He's still not over how you fed that plant your entire backpack.

He would be lying if he said he hadn't taken an interest in you.

Not just because of your shared hobby. He liked how you made it a point to check on him everyday. How you'd let him ramble on excitedly about some new fauna. The way you explored and investigated something new without fear. The exaggerated movements of your hands when you were talking passionately.

All of it had pulled him in little by little.

He makes it a point to confess to you in a way only you two would understand.

“What do all these mean?” He asked you, presenting you with a small bouquet.

“Oooh! Going the extra mile today? You're on.”

You took the flowers from him and began mentally listing them off.

You hadn't taken in the full context until you were already speaking.

“Red carnations mean my heart aches for you. Forget me nots mean true love. Baby's breath means everlasting love. And a rose means passion…Oh.”

It hit you like a truck then, the implications of why he might've gave you this. Was this still part of your usual game?

You looked to Shuichi who didn't hide the softness in his expression.

“You're being serious? I…”

‘Say yes you idiot!!!!’ You internally screamed at yourself.

Instead you plucked one of the flowers and offered it back to him.

“Here's my answer.”

You'd given him the rose in return.

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An: yeet! Google came in clutch for this one.

[crazycurly-77]

A beautiful day - pt. 4

"...If you ever come near Agent Y/L/N in any way again…we will see each other again...and then you will wish you had never been born."

Gibbs' threat or promise, as he called it, was quiet but clearly audible and unmistakable.

And as much as this threat really frightened Adrian, it calmed you down, because you knew that your boss would do anything to protect his people (including you).

At that moment, Tony entered the room, went to the two men and tied up Turner. When Gibbs let go of him, he ordered Tony: "Get him out of my sight." He led him away and Adrian screamed your name over and over so that you had to cover your ears.

But the situation had also something positive, as unbelievable as it may sound. Because Gibbs took you in his arms and gently rubbed your back up and down soothingly. And that actually helped. As always, when he did that.

And as always, you leaned against his broad, strong chest and being embraced in his strong arms you wished he would never stop.

When you had recovered enough, he spoke gently: "Come on, let's write our reports, so we can get this over with. And then we’ll go out to eat together. What do you think?"

That was a wonderful suggestion...especially eating with him, which is why you agreed with a joyful "I'd be happy."

Back in the office, you both immediately sat down to write your reports. This gave Gibbs time to collect himself again as well. In the interrogation room, he was so angry out of fear for you that he wanted to tear the guy to pieces and it was only with difficulty that he was able to held himself back.

But he would personally make sure that Turner could never leave the mental institution again.

By the time you had finally finished your reports it was already late, so your planned meal became dinner. But you both preferred to end the day in each other's company anyway, so that was fine with the two of you.

Gibbs got up from his desk, put down his report and turned off the light. Then he went over to you, turned off your light too and said in a gentle voice and with his irresistible smile: "Time to finish work. Besides, I'm hungry."

How could you say no to that?

During dinner you talked about the case, because your former classmate's reasoning really bothered you. Along with that you asked yourself whether you could have prevented it. No, you wouldn't have. And over time Gibbs managed to make you understand that too.

After this serious topic he then brought the conversation to his boat, which he was building at the moment and immediately your mood became better and more relaxed. He told you about his mishaps, which you both had a good laugh about.

You enjoyed being together so much that neither of you wanted to end the evening. So Gibbs suggested a walk through the adjacent park and of course you agreed enthusiastically.

Like a true gentleman, he paid the bill in the restaurant and then led you out and to the park with his hand resting on your lower back. It felt so good and intimate, almost like a date. 

After you had been strolling chatting through the greenery for a while, he suddenly became thoughtful and remained silent.

"What's wrong? You're suddenly so quiet," you asked him worriedly.

He looked at you with a sigh: "You know, it's kind of ironic..." You didn't understand what he meant and were confused: "What?"

"I'm like Turner, but I hope I have a much better chance with you."

You looked at him, irritated: "What are you talking about?"

He stopped under a lamppost, so that you could see that he was serious. You took two steps towards him to stand in the light with him and only half a step separated you.

Concerned, but also full of budding hope, you asked him: "What chances? For what?"

At first he didn't react, but then he raised his head, looked deep into your eyes and whispered: "For a life with you."

He didn't mean what you hoped he meant, did he? Rather unlikely. So you tried to play it down: "You already have. We are very good friends."

He exhaled briefly and sharply to calm his wildly racing heart. Then he tried to tell you as clearly as possible what exactly he wanted.

He reached up and stroked your cheek, then said softly, "Yes, that's true...but I want more than that."

Before you had a chance to process that, he slowly leaned forward and finally kissed you gently, giving you the opportunity to push him away. But he hoped to the core of his heart that you wouldn't do that.

You stood there and didn't understand what was happening, but your heart did and it was beating like crazy. 

He pulled away from you and asked carefully: "Do you still remember my suggestion?"

You nodded in agreement.

"Good. And what do you think about it?"

It all came so unexpectedly that you had problems processing it:

"I... you..."

You started, but then you were at a loss for words.

He noticed that you needed help and explained:

"You have always been more than a friend to me and almost losing you (again) was too much.

That's why you were transferred, which you fortunately accepted."

"But... If you and I... What about rule 12?"

He grinned:

"You only act as an advisor and also help other teams and because of that you're not actually a direct team member. So…no problem!"

You looked at him in silence and nodded. “So, what do you say?”

He was nervous. 

“Is Jethro really nervous? Crazy.” 

You thought, astonished at this realization.

Then he continued:

“You. And me. A family? The two of us? Together?”

You still couldn't believe it. You and him. The two of you. A family.

You've dreamed of this since you first met.

When you finally woke up from your state of shock and looked into his hopeful eyes, you knew:

This is your home. HE is your home. 

Quietly but firmly, you answered with a big smile:

“Yes, I do. And you know what? You're cute when you sleep,” you winked at him.

“So, am I? I think I should sleep more often. Especially in your company,” he grinned broadly and his eyes shone.

“Oh yes, he is a master at flirting,” you thought very amused. You were very curious and excited to see this happen more often in the future. Jethro playful, casual, relaxed and flirtatious. It was a very fascinating sight.

All in all, it was a beautiful day...because you finally had a family of your own to come home to.

The End

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[rubiatinctorum]

During my second bachelor's degree, a year-long program, a lot of strange (and often unpleasant) things happened, in part by virtue of putting ninety people used to academic rigor and student silence during lectures together in a program with all the intensity of a social club, where school becomes a great deal of filling out children's worksheets asking us to call ourselves 'smart.' But one series of things in particular happened during the year that I'm still not sure the nature of, but one way or another, it's unkind to someone.

There was a student in some of the classes that was often rather polite to me, but an early experience set us off on, in my mind, not the best of notes. He was telling a personal anecdote that I think had to do with his home and family, and my friend sitting next to me happened to sneeze. No fault of her own; most people don't choose when they do that. At best, a person can feel it coming a few seconds in advance and try to aim the blast away from their peers/electronics/general area. And, like I generally do, I passed her a quiet "bless you." I thought nothing of it. That is what I do when people sneeze, in part out of habit, and in part because I don't want any of my friends to end up being the person at the table whose sneeze is unaddressed. It's the little things that count when it comes to letting your friends know you cherish them. Anyway, class ends, or the mid-class break starts; either way it's not instructional time. And this student approaches the table and solemnly informs us that someone was disrespectful and laughed (and it sounded like it came from this table). I manage to slip out before I can hear much of the rest, but it sounded like my friends got a little talking to about respecting others. I don't think he blamed them overtly, but the implication was there.

Why didn't I tell him it was a sneeze and a response? Well, to be honest, it took a while for me to connect what he heard as a laugh to what really happened. I didn't understand that day why he told off my friends at my table. Only pieced it together later.

We had a few conversations after that, because as much as you here may know me to be an asocial, somewhat unpleasant, and deeply suspicious person, I try to be cordial in real life. I care a great deal for decorum when I must, and I didn't want to give him any more suspicion toward myself or my friend group. Then, one day on an awful two-week work term, one of my classmates told me to watch out for him, that he was a womanizer, and he wasn't respectful to women.

I trust her. She was one of the first people in the program to show me kindness often, and throughout the year, she was generous with her compliments, company, and a clementine. I miss her greatly. And, girls watch out for each other, right? Much of me still does not disbelieve her.

The work term went by, and thankfully ended. The rest of the fall semester dragged along with troubles with transportation and at home, and the rapid decline of my mental wellbeing bleeding into my interpersonal connections puts the patience of my friends to the test. By the start of the spring semester, the social lineup was clear. The group of three from our table in the first term turned into a group of two and one desperate satellite.

(I'm sure they wouldn't think of it that way. I know I wasn't the easiest to be around in those days, either. But for the rest of the program, I no longer enjoyed the same degree of company with them I had before. I was surprised at convocation that they were disappointed I wasn't sticking around long enough so they could get some pictures with me.)

Between the in-class semesters, I had another, longer work term. They were the best of times and the worst of times. This isn't the time or place to elaborate.

And then, the spring semester. Somewhere along the way, numbers dropped from ninety to eighty-four. Part of me was amazed I wasn't among the number missing, after that work term. What's relevant to this right now is that one of the students was no longer a student, but listed under a different category I can't remember the name of, basically meaning he'd observe class, but not have to do the assignments. I don't know if he observed many classes, but the social justice one was the only one I ever saw him in after.

At some point in the program, another student passed this information along to me, like a secret. There seemed to be speculation among classmates as to what this meant. I can't say I didn't wonder. Every now and then he'd try to converse with me. I can't say I didn't feel guilty, harbouring a suspicion of him since the very first term after my friend's allegedly insensitive sneeze, trying to be careful due to my other friend's warning about him, and having accepted speculation through the grapevine about his enrollment status in the program.

Did I start trying to avoid him when I'd hear him in the hallway? Perhaps. He's not the only one I did it to. There were a couple or a few people, for different reasons. Frankly, I didn't often feel very talkative in my limited time between classes, or before them. I did spend my mornings hammering away on a mobile rhythm game alone at the end of the hall, nervous when strangers would come to speak to me because I guess there was no one else around, and I was there day after day for an hour or more. In a program that only got more and more based on social connections and group projects, I had basically given up trying to be social, except with a few people.

One morning, while I waited at the end of the hall for classes to begin, one of the professors talked to someone I think was also a professor. He had the reputation in the program of being grandfatherly, but I didn't find that at all. If he was, I'd hate to know what kind of grandfathers they had. This guy had already told the cohort he would only say nice things during our observations, didn't say a single nice thing during mine, and then breached my data by giving the shitty review to the email address of a student he wouldn't even tell me the name of, so he'd already blown my chances at being #1 Prof. Anyway, one day I heard him talking about the student (or, the whatever the term is I forget when someone is taking the lectures but not the assessments) to this other prof. Saying that he's difficult, that he's rude, and complaining a lot about him in a way I'd never heard him speak so directly in a negative manner before, even in my awful observation report. I don't know if he realised I was at the end of the hall, and indeed, listening, or not.

I've seen the fellow since, at work once when I was called in to the same building as he was for the day. I never ever asked what the whole deal was about the status on the enrollment that didn't say 'student' when everyone else's did. It's not my business. I didn't think people could get their work cert without doing the program as a student, but what the hell do I know?

I can't make sense of all of it. Either everyone was telling the truth, and this guy was rude to everyone who mentioned him (except for me?), and a womanizer, and suspicious, and to be gossiped about, and condemned by academic staff that pretended otherwise to adore everyone. OR. (and this is where the conspiratorial part of my brain kicks in; I don't thoroughly believe this, but I'm paranoid about it) it was a social experiment to plant someone in the cohort that students and staff were put up to spreading gossip and rumours about as part of the plan, to see who would take the bait and therefore was unfit to work in such a people-oriented profession. Did the other people give those warnings and complaints because they meant it and were fine with the gossip, or did they do it because they were instructed to in order to test the social mettle of the potential candidates for the profession? Probably the former, but sometimes, I can't help but to wonder if it's the latter, because of my paranoid nature. Was someone trying to catch me, and probably other students too, out on a crime of morality, to prove we will believe unproven warnings about a person who has otherwise appeared polite for the sake of mitigating personal risk? Was it a damn social experiment? Or did I somehow get the nice treatment from someone many others in the cohort including one of the profs had seen to be a menace?

It makes me uneasy to think about.

As courses start again, and I'm going into only my second September since I was a very young child where I do not have to attend courses or classes as a student, I sometimes miss university. But, what I feel nostalgic for isn't that program, or that year. It's the early days, when I was taking dry 9 am lectures with other people my age rather than getting tangled in the gossip and fraught social dynamics of people few to many years my senior.

[lgcxsarang]

LGCUPDATE:004

how do you choose who you spend your time with?

i think it could be a combination of factor's…a-and what needs i have in life at the time? by default being a trainee…that's one why i've chosen who i spend my time with. or my classmates in school because we share the same major. in a why, i've decided to be around people who have the same path in mind and goals as me. a choice i didn't really think about. outside of that i'd say, i'd chose based on what interest we have with each other, how the the people i'm around make me feel. i have a friend from high-school i would spend time with because we both enjoyed reading manga. so it was fun to shop with her or go to events or just talk about what we were reading. or some friends i made who were nice people, they had an understanding of me and accepted my personality so it'd only be natural that i would want to spend time with them right?

if you were in desperate need, who would you turn to?

i'd turn to my friend jeonghyun, he's a fellow trainee at the company. we've been friends since…middle school? high school maybe? he's been my friend since i came to seoul. i'm a shy person and i tend to keep to myself, along with a few others he welcomed me warmly into the school. i had some struggles during that time…and jeonghyun stood up for me a lot. he knows about my home life so it's pretty great that we both got accepted into legacy. when it comes to training, he's also helped me out here as well even if were on different paths. i think if i got into trouble or something happened to me…he's a dependable person that i could trust.

what’s your idea of romance?

this one is hard…because i think it's an idea that's still developing. growing up…or when i was little. i assumed it would be something that makes your heart beat fast…i guess it still is. if we only talked about the good parts, it's being able to see the person you treasure's smile. being excited and wanting to be around them…missing them when they're not around. it's sweet and lovely. but over the years…i've learned that it's something that takes work. it's something you have to keep up and it's not always certain. right now, i'd like to think that my heart think's it's something that should be sweet and lovely and but my head knows that it isn't that easy.

have you ever felt truly loved by someone else?

yes, my auntie. as well as my extended family but mostly my aunts. honestly, it's hard to pick between her and my grandparent's but…i'm going to go with my aunt. when i came into her home…into her family really, she wrapped her arms around me. i tried not to take up too much of her time or her attention, i was fine with what she was able to give but in the end, i never really had to worry. there were little things she did, little things i had missed out on. i always knew there was a gap in my life, something that was missing but it wasn't until i moved in her that i really realized how large that gap was.

have you ever lost anyone important to you?

yes but not because they passed away or anything like that. simply because we aren't in much contact now. it feel's like i've lost someone, lost two of them actually. i lost both of my parents in a way. they send money sometimes, i'll see them a few times a year but we aren't close. we've never been close. they both have new families now, new lives it seems like. i can't pin-point when everything turned out like this because it's always been this way. there are times when i get sad, when i think about calling them but the gulf is so big now…it's awkward. i know they're happy, i would like to think they love me in some way but…i don't really have them in my life.

[sanjana-aqua]

Ti Amo

Yoongi X Reader

Word count : 4.7K

Love, Romance, Smut

“Sana… get ready fast… they must be on the way…” Her mom yelled from the living room, to which sana replied tiredly “yes mom…”

Sana was drying her hairs while looking in the mirror and thinking ‘oh god… another boy…. I don’t know why mom has to bring a new boy every weekend… this is just frustrating… I need to find a way to get rid of this boy as well…’ She started getting ready while thinking ways to shoo this new boy.

Sana was university final year student and was about to graduate a month later. Her parents wanted her to get married after that as they were shifting their business overseas. But she didn’t want all this. She wanted to make her career first. It was not like her parents were against it, they just wanted her to have a partner to be with her. This is why, they were introducing her to proposals almost every weekend. She was so done by all these things that she didn’t even ask his name nor saw his picture this time.

In about half an hour, she got ready and was sitting on her bed scrolling through phone and waiting for the call. It was like a routine for her. Soon she heard a car parked near her home. She took a deep breath and said “time to act…”

Outside;

“Mom… Dad… I don’t think this is going to work… u know I am not into marriage stuffs…” the boy said trying to back off a bit.

His dad “yoongi… you know the reason right… so stop arguing… we reached here and there is no going back…”

Yoongi signed and got down the car along with his parents. His father ranged the doorbell and soon the door got opened.

Mrs. Lee (Sana’s mother) “hey Mr. and Mrs. Min…”

They greeted each other and soon yoongi found himself sitting on the couch along with them.

Yoongi was one of the youngest CEO and it was kind of their family tradition and the heir of the company should either be married or get married within a year of taking the CEO position. Yoongi hated this tradition since childhood but what he can do when his parents are taking it seriously. So here they are, and just like sana, he also didn’t see the picture of girl nor asked her name.

Mrs. Min “where is she?”

Mrs. Lee “I will call her…”

She turned to leave but soon saw sana coming while holding tea tray. She smiled and sana too smiled softly seeing them. She could not see the boy as he was not looking up. She went in front of them and placed the tray on table, serving tea to all.

“This is my daughter… sana…”

‘Sana… this name sounds familiar…’ thinking this, yoongi slowly looked up. His eyes widened a bit when he recognised her. Same reaction was present on her face. She was shocked to see him here.

Their parents noticed this and Mr. Lee asked “you both know each other?”

His voice made sana and yoongi come to reality and they looked away.

Yoongi cleared his throat and said “yeah… she was my classmate in high school…”

‘He remembers…’ she thought to herself and nodded agreeing to his statement.

She served him tea and sat opposite to him. Both were looking down as well as stealing glances at each other. Sana’s mind went to flashback admis of the talking going around…

Flashback

It was the farewell day for their batch in high school. They all were enjoying but her gaze was going to the door from time to time, as if she was waiting for someone.

“what happened sana?” Lia (her friend) asked

Sana looked at her and said “nothing…”

Her gaze again went to the door and lia said “he will come… don’t worry…”

Sana got startled a bit and said “he… who… he?”

Lia smirked and said “who else… your crush… look he arrived…”

As soon as lia said this, sana turned her gaze to the door and got awestruck seeing him, yoongi. He was in a simple tee and jeans, but for her, he was looking the most handsome person. Automatically, a small smile formed on her lips…

“Why don’t you go and confess him?”

Sana looked at lia and signed saying “It’s of no use lia… he doesn’t even look at me… “

Lia thought for a while and said “you can do one thing… write a letter to him and keep it in his locker… that way you don’t have to face him…”

Sana blinked few times and said “that’s a nice idea…”

So, she took a paper and pen and started writing…

Hi yoongi,

I just wanted to confess to you something from a long time, but could not get enough courage. Now also, instead of saying face to face, I am writing a letter to you. I really like you yoongi, since 4th grade I guess… or maybe before that… I used to admire you from afar and thought it is just infatuation, but infatuations don’t last this long right… I like you… will you go out with me… if it is a yes, please reply me… you have my number….

Your secret lover, Sana…

She read the letter several times before going to his locker. As she opened it, she saw it was full of gifts. Obviously, it will be, as he is a heartthrob. She signed and carefully placed the letter in his bag and closed it.

Sana “I hope he will read it…”

Flashback ends

“Sana… sana…”

The voice of her mom made her come out of thoughts. She looked at her and said “yes mom…”

Mrs. Lee “show your room to yoongi… I guess you guys might have lot to catch up…”

She slowly turned her gaze to yoongi and he was already looking at her. She smiled gently and said “Shall we?”

Yoongi nodded and they both went towards her room.

Upon reaching her room, yoongi scanned it and said “you have a nice and tidy room…”

Sana smiled and said “thanks… have a seat…”

They both sat on the couch maintaining adequate distance. There was an awkward silence but yoongi thought to break it….

Yoongi “so… how are you?”

Sana “I am doing good, what about you…”

Yoongi “fine as well…”

Silence again

Sana thought ‘shall I ask about the letter…. No no… it’s been several years to that…’

Yoongi “what do you think?”

Sana came out of her thoughts and said “huh…”

Yoongi cleared his throat and said “I mean… about the marriage… I don’t have problem as such… if you have anything… you can say”

Sana “ohhh… marriage…. Actually…”

Sana was a bit hesitant and he noticed it. He gently held her hand and said “you can say it without hesitation…”

She relaxed a bit and softly smiled saying “Actually I almost completed my masters’ and I have applied for Ph.D. in same university…. I have cleared the exam…. Only registration is left… and I… actually will you allow me to continue research after marriage….”

Yoongi smiled and said “and why will you need my permission…”

Sana (confused a bit) “coz you will be my husband….”

Yoongi softly caressed her hand and said “Sana… it’s your life… you have to decide what you need to do… and you should ask my opinion… not permission…”

Sana looked into his eyes and saw sincerity of his words. She smiled and said “then I don’t have problem in marrying you…”

Yoongi “shall we go and tell our parents then…”

Sana nodded and they went downstairs to tell their parents that they are ready for the marriage. Both the families got really happy hearing this and they decided that marriage will happen after a week of sana’s graduation.

While seeing off, yoongi came towards sana and they exchanged their numbers. Yoongi gently patted her cheek and said “register today itself and send me the letter please….”

Sana smiled and held his hand saying “for sure…”

They bid bye to each other and sana went in her room.

She sat on bed and took out a photo from drawer. It was their batch farewell pic. She looked at yoongi in that and said “you grew up to be such a hot meal and your nature… just cherry on top… I still can’t believe I am going to marry you…” She blushed and hugged that photo.

After sometime, she took her laptop and completed the process of her registration. Soon, she got the registration letter and she immediately sent it to yoongi. Then, she went to tell her parents about registration and when she came back, she checked her phone.

Yoongi has messaged her all the best and has updated his status with screenshot of her photo and registration letter. The caption said ‘I am so proud of you. All the best for this new journey soon to be Mrs. Min’

She blushed to the core reading this. All this seemed a bit unrealistic but it was not. She was on cloud 9 today. She replied to his status and reposted it with caption ‘Thank you my would-be husband’

Other side, yoongi saw her status and smiled thinking ‘this time I won’t do any stupidity… I will love and cherish you to the core sana…’

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Graduation day;

The graduation ceremony was running and sana came there along with her parents. After getting the degree, she came down the stage and went towards her parents. Her parents congratulated her and they clicked some pics. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and her smile got wider seeing yoongi standing there with rose bouquet.

He smiled and forwarded it to her saying “congratulations…”

Sana accepted the bouquet mumbling ��thanks.’ After their meeting, sana and yoongi became close. They went on dates and got to know each other better. They even talked about their high school time but sana still was hesitant to ask about her letter.

Yoongi looked at sana’s parents and said “uncle aunty… can I take her for a small outing?”

Mr. Lee smiled and said “yeah sure… you don’t need to ask… after all in just a week you are getting married…”

Sana and yoongi blushed hearing this. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist and said “shall we?”

Sana smiled and nodded. They went towards his car and he opened the passenger seat, letting her in first. She hopped inside and then yoongi went towards driving seat.

Sana asked while wearing her seatbelt “where are we going?”

Yoongi pecked her forehead and said “you’ll know soon…”

She blushed a bit and they drove off. After about 45 minutes, they reached a seashore and he got down the car. It was almost evening and beach was too quiet. Sana was confused a bit but followed him.

Yoongi “we are going to have a dinner date…”

Sana looked here and there and saw the beach was empty and there was no stall.

Sana “here?”

Yoongi smiled and shook his head saying “there…”

Sana looked at the direction he pointed and a small gasp left her mouth.

“yatch…” she said while her eyes were wide open.

Yoongi chuckled seeing her and said “yes… yatch… shall we?”

He stretched his hand to her and she kept her hand on his. They both entered the yatch and the helmsman started it. Sana went in front edge and started admiring nature. The cold breeze along with water sprinkles were calming her. Yoongi was adoring her while smiling. Soon he went towards her and hugged her from back.

She rested her head on his chest and said “it’s really beautiful…”

Yoongi placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and said “not more than you…”

Sana blushed and yoongi slowly turned her facing him. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear and said “there is one more surprise…”

She encircled her arms on his neck saying “what…”

Yoongi “inside there is a room… I have kept one dress there for you… will you please wear it…”

Sana smiled and nodded. She went in room and saw peach colour off shoulder ankle length gown, with silver work on it; matching earrings and pendant kept beside it on bed.

‘Nice choice’ she thought and went to change.

After sometimes, sana came outside and went towards the deck. Yoongi was standing there, enjoying the sunset. Sana smiled softly and stood beside him. He noticed her presence and held her waist, pulling her a bit close. She kept her head on his chest and they stood like that, seeing the sunset.

Soon, the night came and yoongi turned to her saying “you are looking really gorgeous….”

Sana blushed and said “thanks…”

Yoongi " Can I have a dance with you... "

She blushed and nodded. He kept his one hand on her waist and intertwined the other. She kept her one hand on his shoulder and they started slow dancing on the beat while smiling ear to ear.

The environment around was giving lovely vibes and the couple were lost in each other.

After a while, yoongi held both her hands and said “sana… I think I need to answer your question…”

Sana furrowed her brows and said “what question?”

He left her hand and took out a paper, which was folded properly. It seemed old but was kept very carefully. Sana got stunned recognising it. It was the same letter she wrote for him.

She was taken aback and he said “I also loved you in high school… but I was too shy n introvert to come and say to you back then… I wanted to propose you on farewell day but could not gather courage to do so…”

Sana “yoon…”

He cut her by saying “I am really sorry… actually I read this letter 5 months after you gave me… after the farewell I didn’t open my bag and straightaway went to vacation with my parents… after coming back I started applying for universities for higher education… and then… one day… out of the blue I checked my bag and got this… I got so happy knowing that you also love me and immediately called you but your phone was not reachable… I asked your friends about you but you were not in the town…. (almost teary) I thought I lost you and tried to forget but couldn’t… so I started giving my all time to study and dad’s business…. I was not even ready for any marriage but my parents kind of forced me to see the proposals… to my luck, I met you and I became so happy seeing you at your home a month ago… a thought of hugging n kissing you came there right in my mind but situation was something else… now I am so happy that finally I am going to marry you…”

Saying that, he immediately hugged her and she hugged him back. Happy tears fell her eyes and she said “I was waiting for your answer for months… but you didn’t reply so I thought you don’t love me… and for study purpose, I had to go out of town along with my parents… and I had to change my number too… “

She broke the hug and cupped his face saying “you know… I was so heartbroken and also tried to move on… but you were always there in my mind… I used to reject everyone who came with proposal but after seeing you… I thought of never letting you go again… I love you yoongi…”

Yoongi hugged her tightly and said “I love you too sana… I love you too…”

They remained in the hug feeling each other and the environment became emotional. To lighten a bit, sana said “you really wanted to kiss me as soon as you saw me?”

Yoongi smiled and broke the hug saying “yes… (looking at her lips) and I want to do it now too…”

Sana inched a bit close to him and said “then don’t stop yourself…”

Yoongi’s hand gently caressed her back which gave her shivers and automatically, her eyes closed. He smiled sensing his effect on her and leaned closer. Before kissing, he scanned her face… her closed and calm eyes, tiny nose and rosy lips… he saw she gulped the lump in her throat and closed his eyes, filling the gap between them.

Sana’s breath hitched and her heart skipped a beat feeling his lips on her….

‘just as I imagined’ she thought and started moving her lips with him. His hands went on her nape pulling her more and her grip tightened on his shirt. The slow and passionate kiss soon turned to rough and hunger one. The dominance and fight between their tongue to devour each other continued… Sana tapped on his chest indicating she is out of breath and he broke the kiss.

They joined their forehead and both were panting heavily. His hand was moving up and down on her back gently and she was feeling goosebumps from that.

“Shall I stop?” yoongi asked in his deep and husky voice.

Sana shook her head while smiling shyly.

“words…” he commanded

Sana looked at him and kissed his cheek whispering “please don’t stop…”

She softly kissed his neck and he closed his eyes feeling her soft touch. Without wasting a second, he lifted her in his arms and took her towards bedroom. Sana was holding his shirt tightly as she was getting nervous as well as excited for what was going to come next.

After entering the room, he pecked her forehead and made her stand. She was feeling shy and was looking down. Yoongi lifter her chin and asked “don’t be like this… its getting too hard to control…”

Sana smiled and said “then I guess I should be like this…”

She gently pushed him and turned to run but he was fast enough to hold and hug her from back. Slowly sliding her hair on one side, he started giving her wet kisses on neck and shoulder. Sana’s breath became heavy and she tilted her head giving him more access.

“You smell so nice sana…” he breathed out on her neck and bit it… marking her his. A soft moan escaped her mouth feeling her sensitive area being bit and sucked. In a second, he turned her to himself and pulled her in a kiss. She responded and her hands went towards opening his shirt buttons, but he was fast enough to stop it.

Yoongi broke the kiss and smirked saying “desperate huh….”

Sana whined a bit and said “what to do… you turned me on….”

Yoongi kissed her cheek and said “there’s another surprise for you mam, a dress is there in washroom closet for you… wear it and come to the pool area…”

He left her from his embrace and said while going from room “I will wait sweetheart…”

Sana cupped her cheeks and said “god… I am sooo happy today…. Finally I got him… my love….”

She composed herself and said “now lets go and see what surprise Mr. Min have for me” She went in the washroom excited and opened the closet. A box was kept there wrapped beautifully. She smiled and started opening the box curiously. As soon as she opened the box, she was stunned….

“huh… this…”

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Yoongi was casually swimming in the pool waiting for her. The yatch was on the shore and he sent helmsman back. The moon was lightning the sky and stars alongside were making the weather beautiful and romantic.

‘I hope she likes the surprise…’ yoongi thought.

He was resting on side with his body inside water and back rested on pool wall when he felt a presence behind. He turned slowly and his jaw dropped seeing her. She was wearing red colour bikini and was side leaning on the glass door, giving him a small smirk…

Yoongi’s POV ‘shit… she’s looking damn sexy… I didn’t think I’ll get this much turned on by seeing her like this…’

His eyes travelled over her body from head to toe. He licked his lips seeing her curves and smooth legs. She sensed his gaze and started walking towards him while swaying her hips. She felt his eyes travelling along her movements and she came opposite to him near the pool stairs. She winked at him and slowly started getting inside pool. Yoongi was eagerly waiting for her to take in his arms and didn’t waste a second when she came close to him.

Grabbing her waist, he pulled her and she kept her hand on his chest. She gazed him and her hands roamed on his upper body, giving him chills everywhere. Her hand stopped on hie chest and she came close. Kissing his neck, she pressed his chest slightly making him moan. Her lips travelled his jawline and finally captured his lips. Yoongi immediately responded to her kiss and grabbed her thighs, pulling it and wrapping it around his torso.

His one hand went down towards her clothed clit and he touched it there…

“Ahhh…” she moaned and hugged him….

“It’s just the starting kitty…” he bit on her earlobe and started kissing her neck while rubbing her clit over the cloth, making her lose senses.

“enjoying…” he asked to which she nodded….

“Fuckkk…” she screamed a bit feeling him removing her panty and immediately thrusting two fingers inside…. His lips, not leaving her neck marking everywhere and in a swift motion, he opened the strap of her bikini blouse, roaming his hand all around her back.

Her heartbeat raced double the normal when his kiss trailed in between her cleavage…

“ohhh yoongiii….” She moaned while gripping his hair. The pleasure she was getting was so enormous and her hands went down his boxer in an attempt to remove them, but as it was non-elastic, she was facing difficulty…

Yoongi laughed a bit sensing her struggling and she pouted while sulking. He left her a bit and said “just a min kitten…”

He removed his boxers and gently pushed her to the pool wall.

“we are going to do in her?” she questioned while being a bit nervous…

“Yes love…” he encircled her legs around his torso and gripped her hips, positioning himself. He sensed her thoughts and said “don’t think too much… it will be too fun… I promise…”

She relaxed a bit and smiled. He gently caressed her cheeks saying “hold on to me and don’t let your face go inside water… okay?”

She nodded and he started inserting slowly. Because of water, it was a bit tough but he was loving this challenge. He held her hips tightly and started inserting more. She held his shoulders tight and screamed his name feeling him inside her. The sensation was giving her goosebumps everywhere. When he understood that he is fully inside and she is enjoying too, he started thrusting deeply yet slowly, touching her g spot every time.

Sana was so in that feel that she was moaning continuously. Her grip on his shoulder loosened and she arched back in pleasure, exposing her breasts in process. Yoongi licked his lips seeing her breasts moving up and down with each thrust, splashing some water on his face in process. He immediately bent a bit and captured her breasts in his mouth.

“Damn… it feels heaven…” she moaned feeling her hard nipples being sucked and licked by him. He was sooo good at it and his touches…. She was melting and soon she realised the shot… the pleasure building up…

“i… i.. am… close… ahhh….”

“cream my cock love… scream my name while cuming…. Let the moon and stars know you belong only to me…” he said and his dominant tone gave her more pleasure. She held his shoulder tightly while arching back and he understood she’s going to cum.

“ahhhh yoongiiii….” She screamed while feeling the pleasure running through her lower abdomen forming a knot in her stomach which is going to open anytime…

“I love you…” she breathed out while cuming…

He smiled while caressing her hair and said “I love you too…” he attached his lips to her and started thrusting faster… giving her pleasure throughout her cum and in two three more thrusts… he also came inside her…

Yoongi hugged her close in that position and both were panting heavily.

“I am tired…” she managed to say and he lifted her in his arms, coming out of pool. He wrapped towel around her and started going towards the room…

“hey… the food is here…” she said while looking at the table set for dinner….

“we can re-heat it…” he said and she got a bit confused…

“what do you mean…”

He pecked her forehead and said “I waited for so long and you think I will be satisfied only in one round… no chance…”

Her eyes got widened realising his words and she said “but babe…. I am tired… my legs…”

He cut her off by saying “don’t worry… I have painkillers, hot bag and tablets too… “

“but I wanted to ride you…” she said in a low voice which he heard and smirked….

Entering the room, he sat on bed and made her sit on his laps. Hugging her close by waist, he said “then please ride me…”

He gave her butterfly kisses on neck and shoulder and swiftly removed her towel. His kiss trailed down her cleavage and he said in his raspy voice “make me hard again love…”

She understood his words and slowly took his length in her fist. A gasped left his mouth felling her removing the foreskin gently and rolling her thumb over it. When she felt him closing his eyes in pleasure, she leaned in and started sucking and kissing his neck while massaging his member.

“oh damn sana… yeah like that…” he said in his shaky deep voice feeling the pleasure. She smirked seeing her effect on him and whispered “my name like this sounds so good from your mouth…”

Her grip tightened a bit on his member and she started giving him hand job.

“do you have a lube?” she asked and he nodded while pointing at a drawer nearby. She pecked his shoulder and got up to get the lube.  Soon she came and sat on the floor in between in legs. She looked at him while smirking and took out the lube, just rubbing it slightly on the head…

“fuckkk sana…” he moaned while closing his eyes and gripping the bedsheet tight.

“soon…” she said and continued massaging him while applying the lube all over. He became hard again and said “stop… please…”

She understood and placed a kiss on his member and licked it gently saying “time to ride you…”

She sat on his lap and cupped his cheek saying while caressing his lower lip “adjust me so that I can ride you”

He smiled and pecked her lips while adjusting her. He gripped her hips and pushed a bit down, making his member go inside her in a stroke… A pleasurable gasp left both of them feeling each other’s warmth. She did not wait a second and started bouncing on his member while holding his shoulder. His arms sneaked around her waist, holding and protecting her not to fall. His mouth found its way to her breasts and he started sucking them, which made her moan more…

“damn you little kitten… bouncing on me like it’s your favourite ride…”

Sana increased the pace and said “it is daddy… ahhh…and… and it will be my forever favourite…”

Both of them drowned in the moment and continued devouring each other…

Panting heavily, both were lying next to each other when sana said “go, reheat the food and bring… I am hungry…”

Yoongi’s eyes got widened a bit and he said “what…”

Sana “what what… you only wanted second round… now it’s your punishment… go fast… I want food…”

She whined and he chuckled seeing her. He kissed her cheeks and said “okay my lady… I will get you food…”

After sometime, he bought food for both of us and they had it while feeding each other.

“Listen… tomorrow we have to go and see the wedding dresses so…”

Sana cut him off by saying “don’t you dare to wake me up early… I will get up at my time… understood?”

Yoongi gulped and said “yes mam…”

She smiled and hugged him while sitting and said “I am really tired… please cuddle me…”

Yoongi looked at her and thought ‘the duality…’ He laid her on bed and hugged her while gently stroking her back…

“I love you…” he said softly kissing her forehead…

“hmmm… I love me too…” she said in her sleepy voice and he laughed a bit…

…

…

…

[kanisema-blog]

Teenage Mercenary

Chapter 8: An Unexpected Encounter

It had been far too long since I'd treated myself, so a shopping spree was well overdue. As I strolled through the mall, bags swinging at my side filled with new clothes, jewelry, and even a bit of makeup and skincare, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Part of the reason I was here was to find a wedding gift for Marilyn, of course. But the other part was just me allowing myself some freedom, letting myself feel… well, new again.

I scanned the aisles, looking for a gift that felt right for her and Kaleb, when I noticed a familiar face standing a few feet away, browsing through a section of watches. He was taller than I remembered, but the profile was unmistakable—it was Mark, one of Marilyn’s classmates from college. I wondered if he’d even remember me.

"Mark?" I called out, a bit hesitant.

He turned around, eyes scanning until they landed on me. His brows furrowed, clearly struggling to place me. "Uh… sorry, do I know you?"

A smile crept onto my face as I tried to jog his memory. “I’m Sarah—Marilyn’s best friend? We used to hang out sometimes when you were all in college.”

Recognition dawned on his face, and he gave a little laugh. “Oh, right! You were always with Marilyn, offering everyone snacks during study sessions. Small world.”

“Yeah, small world,” I agreed, feeling a bit more at ease. I took a step closer, holding onto the straps of my shopping bags. “Are you invited to Marilyn’s wedding?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I got my invite last week. Should be a beautiful wedding. And you?”

“Of course! Can’t miss my best friend’s big day,” I replied with a grin.

Mark glanced at his watch, then back at me. “Hey, have you eaten dinner yet?”

“Not yet,” I replied, realizing I was actually pretty hungry. “I just finished up my shopping.”

His eyes flicked to my bags, his eyebrows lifting. “Looks like you went all out. Need any help with those?”

I laughed, grateful for the offer. “Actually, yes, please. Thanks.”

Mark took a few of the bags from my hands and gestured for me to follow him. “Come on, I know this great place here at the mall. Best food in town.”

We arrived at the restaurant, cozy and warm with a pleasant, inviting atmosphere. After settling in, I glanced over the menu, eyeing some dishes but feeling too picky to just settle for anything. When the waiter arrived, I carefully ordered my food, making sure it was something I’d actually enjoy.

“So, Mark,” I started, hoping to fill the silence between us, “what have you been up to all these years? Still in the fashion industry?”

“Actually, yeah,” he replied, his voice laced with a bit of pride. “I’m a CEO now. I run a fashion company here in the city.”

“Oh, wow, that’s impressive.” I was genuinely surprised. Mark had always seemed passionate about fashion, but I hadn’t expected him to rise so quickly.

He shrugged. “It’s hard work, but I love it. There’s something about seeing people wear something you’ve helped create, you know?” Then, after a pause, he looked back at me with curiosity. “And you? What do you do now?”

I chuckled nervously, suddenly feeling small. “Well, I’m just an art therapist. Nothing as glamorous as a CEO.”

Mark tilted his head thoughtfully. “Just an art therapist? That sounds amazing. Helping people work through things… that’s a rare talent, Sarah. You’re literally changing lives.”

I hadn’t thought of it that way in a while, and hearing it from someone else made the work feel significant. “Thank you, Mark. I love what I do.”

After a beat, he leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “And, since we’re talking passions, I’m a huge food lover. I’ve got a list of all the best places in town. Eating is like an art form, don’t you think?” He grinned, and his enthusiasm was infectious.

I laughed. “You and Marilyn must really get along well. She’s always been a foodie, too.”

“Yeah, Marilyn’s great,” he said, smiling. “Actually, I love finding new spots and donating meals whenever I can. Food brings people together; it’s the least I can do to give back.”

We chatted easily through dinner, the conversation light and friendly. He had an easy way about him, his enthusiasm making even the most ordinary topics feel interesting. The time slipped away until we both realized it was late, the mall quieting down as stores closed for the night.

As we left the restaurant, we each paid for our meals despite Mark’s initial insistence to cover mine. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to, and it felt right to keep things equal. As we reached the parking lot, I paused, feeling a bit surprised at how much I’d enjoyed the evening. Mark turned to face me, his hands in his pockets.

“Need a lift home?” he offered, nodding toward his car.

I shook my head, smiling. “Thanks, but I drove here. Looks like we parked right next to each other.”

He chuckled. “Well, then. I guess it was meant to be.”

There was a moment’s pause as we stood there, the cool night air settling between us.

“Thanks for dinner, Mark,” I said finally, giving him a small wave.

“No problem,” he replied, his smile warm. “It was nice catching up, Sarah. I’ll see you at the wedding?”

“Definitely,” I replied, nodding as I reached for my car door.

With a final wave, we both slipped into our cars, and as I drove home, a small, inexplicable smile lingered on my face. It had been an unexpectedly pleasant evening, and as I pulled into my driveway, I realized it felt good to reconnect with someone from a simpler time in my life.

[cottonkendi]

Your Babies | 9

MASTERLIST

Sano Shinichiro x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Crack

Warning: Spoiler warnings

Synopsis: A little lunch break ft. Shinichiro’s girls

Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

“Then he said that he’s handsome and that I should try to not fall in love with him.” Emma finishes off the story just as you arrived home, bike parked right by the gates as you let out a chuckle.

Helping her off of the motorcycle, you hand her some of the lighter plastic bags before taking the rest and walking back inside with Emma beside you. “Well, Shinichiro is a bit of a weirdo, I’ll be honest, but I’m sure that you’ll grow to enjoy his company. I mean, I did.” You tell her which makes the curiosity grow in the little girl.

“You didn’t like him at first?”

Shaking your head, you let her enter the house first, fixing the shoes by the doorway before heading inside as well. “I hated Shinichiro when I first met him. I was planning on ignoring him for the rest of the year that he was my classmate but then he just started pestering me and before I know it, I couldn’t go a single day without him-”

“I see that you’re talking about me.” Turning around, you’re met with Shinichiro leaning on the doorway of the kitchen, a smug smirk on his lips as he gives you a wink.

“Gross.” You hear Emma whisper under her breath as she sets down the plastic bags on the table. Chuckling at her exclamation, you put the plastic bags on the table as well before motioning for Emma to go out for a bit.

“Go ahead, Emma, you can walk around the house for a bit before grandpa announces lunch break for his students. Shin and I will fix lunch, okay?” Nodding, Emma gives you one final look before walking out of the house, blond ponytail swishing.

Once Emma’s out of the house, Shinichiro closes the door and starts helping you in the kitchen. “I see that Emma’s gotten close to you already.” He points out as he places the chicken on a plate, along with the sauces and other side dishes. “I’d be suspicious if I didn’t already know that you’re unnaturally good with kids.”

Rolling your eyes, you lightly bump his hip with yours as you pass by to get some glasses. “She’s a really sweet girl, I’m glad that she’s already warming up to me though I’m sure she has a lot more to unpack in the future.”

Turning around after setting the glasses down, you almost jump when you see Shinichiro only a few inches from you, his hands automatically making their way to your waist in order to pull you closer. Dark eyes staring right at you as he gently smiles at you. “We’ll help her adjust to her new life here. I’m sure that if we just do our best to help Emma, she’ll learn to love it here.”

Times like these, when Shinichiro gets serious, you’re reminded by just how much you love him.

And as much as you enjoy him being goofy, it’s always been his caring personality that made you fall in love with him.

All those years ago, after so much time spent together in order to prove himself to you, you’re glad that you gave him a chance.

“With you as their older brother, I’m sure that they’ll love it here.” Pressing your lips against his, tingles explode in your body when you feel him pulling you closer, calloused hands making their way to your cheeks.

You feel him lick your lower lip, asking for permission and you give it to him, lips parting a little as the kiss deepens, the heat from his body transferring to yours as you feel yourself slightly getting pushed against the table, the back of your thighs making contact with the hard wood.

Gripping onto his shoulders, you’re about to run your hands through his hair as he’s pulling you closer to him but then, the door opens, grandpa’s voice making the both of you jump away from each other. Your ears burn so much from embarrassment that you can’t help but stare at your feet.

“As much as I support your relationship, I really wish that I won’t be seeing the two of you getting intimate in the kitchen. God forbid the kids walk in on this.” Grandpa says as he walks over to his chair, chuckling at the end when he sees both of his grandkids’ flustered looks. “Well then, let’s have lunch. One of you call the kids-”

Grandpa gets interrupted when the door gets slammed open, a panicking Manjiro and Keisuke running inside, both looking pale and nervous as they immediately run over to you, small hands gripping onto your shirt. “Y/N, hurry! Emma’s crying and we don’t know what to do!” Manjiro shouts while trying his best to drag you to the door, Keisuke doing the same.

Letting them lead you out of the house, you signal to Shinichiro and grandpa that you’ll handle this, not having the time to hear what they have to say for you’re already speed walking to the dojo.

“What happened?” You ask the two kids just as you’re able to see the door to the dojo, a familiar ponytail peeking out from the side.

“I don’t know. We were just talking about her foreign name and Baji and I made our own foreign nicknames then we started speaking english then she cried!” Manjiro tells you, eyes blown wide as he makes elaborate gestures with his hands, Baji nodding along to every word that his friend is saying.

“Do you think she didn’t like our English pronunciation? You think we offended her?” Baji whispers, a shocked and scared look on his face. “I don’t want to offend her, what if she starts speaking to us in english and we can’t understand a thing she says?”

Ignoring their conversation, you make them stop by the side of the dojo. “You two can go back, okay? Tell Shinichiro and grandpa that they don’t have to wait for us. We might eat lunch a little late.” You tell the two who immediately nod their heads, giving you a thumbs up before they run back to the house for lunch.

Removing your shoes, you silently walk inside the dojo, eyes quickly moving to Emma’s balled up form by the side of the door, her head hidden on her arms as she silently cries. Approaching her, you kneel down in front of her, gently placing your hand on her shoulder.

Raising her head, you’re met with her tear-streaked face. “Emma, what happened? Do you wanna talk about it?”

Instead of answering, Emma jumps towards you, arms snaking their way around your neck while she buries her face onto your neck, cries being muffled by your shirt as you wrap your arms around her small body.

You can feel every sob and shake coming from her as you continue to hug her for a few minutes, her cries only now starting to quiet down. “Do you feel better now?” You whisper while you continue to caress her back. You can feel her nod against your neck, still sniffling as her hold on you tightens when you start to move from your seat on the floor. Your legs now feel a little numb after minutes of sitting down on the hard floor.

“I’m sorry for crying so much.”

You can feel your heart tighten in your chest. Sympathy coursing through your veins as you press a light kiss on her forehead. “You don’t have to apologize for crying, Emma. Just tell me when you need anything and I’ll always be there to help you. I’ll be here to help you and your brothers, always.” Staring at her, you give her a smile hoping that this will make her feel better even though you know that she’s dealing with something that no kid should even be dealing with.

“Y/N…”

Looking up at you, you’re met with her glistening honey gold eyes, the rims looking red and puffy from how much she cried earlier. “Yes, Emma? What is it?”

You can feel her fingers fidgeting by your nape, fingers playing with your hair as she looks down on her lap. “Mom left me, didn’t she? She said that she’ll come back but she’s lying, right? She doesn’t want me anymore, right?”

Your hold tightens around her body upon hearing her words. It breaks your heart knowing that she’s so aware of what’s happening to her at such a young age.

She’s a kid.

She’s supposed to be enjoying every second of her childhood, but instead, she’s thinking about why her mom left her. She’s thinking about why she’s suddenly in someone else’s home, with new siblings that she never even heard about.

It makes you bite your lip, trying your best to stay calm as you make her look up at you. “Emma, listen to me, okay? Your mom may not be here right now, but please know that we’re your family, okay?” Wiping away the tears on her cheeks, you press a kiss to her forehead. “You have your grandpa, your brothers Shinichiro and Manjiro. We’re all here for you and soon, you’ll have friends that you can rely on as well.”

With new tears in her eyes, Emma nods at every word you’re saying, teary eyes staring up at you. “What about my brother? He said that we’ll meet again but it’s been so long since I saw him. I don’t think mom is with him right now.”

At the mention of Izana, you feel your heart break once more. “Don’t worry Emma, we’ll have Izana with us too. We can all be happy together. You’ll have your brothers with you and you won’t have to worry about anything.”

Hugging her closer, you take a deep breath, mind starting to think of a plan for the Sano siblings to be together sooner.

You’re startled out of your thoughts when you hear a low grumble. Surprised, you look down at a sheepish Emma, a hand holding onto her stomach.

Letting out a chuckle, you stand up, making sure that Emma’s securely hoisted onto your hip as you make your way out of the dojo. “Should we eat lunch now?”

Quickly, you walk back to the house, giving Manjiro and Keisuke a wave when you see them running out of the house, probably just finishing lunch, grandpa behind them. “Shinichiro’s still inside waiting for the two of you.”

Nodding, you enter the house, seeing Shinichiro sitting by the dining table, his food still untouched. “Why haven’t you eaten?” You ask him as you sit down beside Shinichiro, placing Emma on the chair beside you. “You’re supposed to leave in an hour, right? For the meeting?”

Fixing Emma’s plate, you hand her some utensils and fill her glass with water. “Well, I was waiting for my two girls so that we can eat together. The others wanted to wait too but Manjiro and Keisuke were too hungry, and grandpa needed to eat now so he could take his medicine.” Handing you your own utensils, you thank Shinichiro.

“Alright then, let’s eat!”

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[obeymeoasis]

The First Time They Say “I Love You”

Lucifer

At first you just did small things, like cleaning up the used coffee cups on his desk. Things that you wanted to do for him because he was so tired all the time. But after you pointed out a calculation error in a R.A.D organization’s monthly expense sheet, Lucifer started relying on you more. He often asked you to do a final scan over documents before he submitted them to Diavolo just in case he missed anything.

You found that your work styles were very similar: extremely organized, detail-oriented, and meticulous. You enjoyed spending time in Lucifer’s office. And helping him with his work meant that he got done more quickly and had more time to spend with you. 

Right now he was at his desk, furiously scanning through a stack of papers. You could tell he hadn’t slept in a while. The buttons at his throat were undone and he had dark smudges underneath his eyes. Somebody had apparently mixed up the schedule for an upcoming series of lectures and Lucifer was left to solve the problem.

You shut the door behind you slowly and carefully made your way over, trying your best to balance the tea tray and multiple folders you were holding. "Here, Luci. I brought you peppermint tea and shortbread. You should have some while you work, you look absolutely exhausted.” He looked up at you and smiled gratefully, a private smile that only you got to see. “Thank you MC, I appreciate it.”

You then handed him the thick folders. “Also, these are all of the invoices from last week’s alumni dinner party. I thought they were a bit messy to look at so I organized them into different categories based on the business and then sorted the purchases sequentially. Also, I calculated the total expenses and thankfully we were able to stay under budget.”

Lucifer's mouth was slightly ajar and his eyes widened, looking at you as if you'd done something incredibly strange. You asked self-consciously, "Is... is something on my face?"

With the same bewildered expression on his face he said "MC... I love you."

You laughed, a little startled. "Why, because I organized some files for you?"

"Well, yes. No. I mean yes and no. It's not just the files, it's everything. The way you're always thinking of me and taking care of me. The way we work well together. The way I can trust you with anything. I love you, MC. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to say so."

You felt your cheeks flush with happiness. "Well... I love you too, you know. A lot. Now hurry up and finish your work so that we can spend some actual time together."

Lucifer laughed gently and then reached to take your hand in his, pressing a delicate kiss against your fingers. "Anything for you."

Mammon

You were at the casino with Mammon on a Wednesday night. On school nights he usually went alone because you were busy with homework. But tonight he looked so lonely as he headed for the door that something spurred you to put on a jacket and run after him.

When you took his hand in yours, he turned to look at you in surprise and the most radiant smile lit his face. “You’re coming with me, baby?”

The first couple of hours weren’t bad. Mammon brought you small plates of food and you were content to just watch as he flourished in his natural environment. You smiled amusedly at his antics, the way he bantered with the dealer, how he yelled in delight when he won and how pouty he became when he lost.

But pretty soon the long day of classes caught up to you and you could feel your eyelids growing heavy. You were tucked into a small table in the corner, away from the other guests but still visible to Mammon out of the corner of his eye. You figured no one would mind so you laid your arm on the table and rested your head in the crook of your arm. Within a couple of seconds, you were deep asleep.

Meanwhile, Mammon was having some of the best luck he’d had recently at the blackjack table. He turned to where you were sitting to give you a smile and boast about his winnings a little, only to have his heart clench tightly at the sight of you. 

You looked absolutely adorable, sleeping with a little smile on your face. It must have been a little cold for you in the casino because you were curled up tightly against yourself. Mammon flushed at how cute you looked and then felt a sudden rush of emotion. 

Even though you were tired, you still took the time to come out with him tonight. He knew these places weren’t really your thing but you never complained, you genuinely just wanted to be with him. And that was something Mammon wasn’t really used to.

You stirred at the sensation of Mammon draping his jacket across your shoulders. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you looked up to ask: “Hey Mams, how’s your luck been tonight?”

He stood silently for a moment before enveloping you into a sudden, crushing hug. “I-I love you, MC. I really love you.” You were startled and tried to move back to get a look at his face but Mammon wouldn’t budge. “No, don’t look at me. I’m probably super red. But I need to tell you how much I love you. I kinda realized it just now that there’s no one like you. No one who cares for me, who accepts all of me like you do. Thank you for always being here.”

You could feel tears forming in your eyes and buried your face against Mammon’s chest. “Oh, Mams. I love you too. I can’t imagine how alone you must have felt, especially the way your brothers treat you sometimes. But I’m here now, okay? I’ll always be on your side.”

You heard Mammon’s breath hitch a little before he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

Leviathan

You came to discover that there were a lot of little holidays in the Devildom, an occasional day or two when you didn’t have to go to classes. Sometimes you took the opportunity to travel to the human world, often to pick up small necessities or bring back foods you missed.

Today you were here to pick up something specific: strawberry preserves. You had brought back a jar from the human world recently and after having a bite, Levi had practically eaten the whole jar by himself. The preserves were the specialty of a local farm close to your house and Levi absolutely loved them.

Since you were there, you decided to pick up some different jars as well. An employee carefully packaged the jars of strawberry, peach, blueberry, and cherry preserves so that they wouldn't accidentally break on the journey. What he didn't know was that you would actually be travelling between completely different worlds.

As soon as you were back in the Devildom, you quickly made your way to Levi's room with your purchases. He was in the middle of playing a game but when he heard you come in, he turned around to welcome you back. "Hey, MC. How was your trip? What are all those boxes for?"

You opened the topmost one and showed him the little glass jar with the floral pattern on the lid. "I picked more of these up for you today, along with some other flavors I thought it would be nice to try."

Upon recognizing what it was, Levi immediately set down his controller. "MC, this is awesome! I love you!" You froze in shock at his words and it took Levi a couple of seconds before he realized what he had said. He too froze so that the two of you stood there, Levi bright red, neither moving or speaking.

Levi was the one to eventually break the silence. "I-I didn't mean that! Ignore me just now! I don't know what I'm saying." Your heart sank in disappointment. You had merely been shocked that Levi felt the same way about you as you did him. But now he was saying he didn't mean it?

Your disappointment must have been evident on your face because Levi stammered out, "I-I mean, I do mean it! It's just- aargh, this isn't how I wanted to say- Ugh, I don't know what to-" You decided it was best to just be upfront with him. "Listen Levi, I love you a lot. Have for a while now. Can I ask you how you feel about me?"

If he was bright red before, Levi's face looked almost neon red now. He stared at you open mouthed, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You- You love me? Really? You aren't making fun of me or something?" You couldn't help but huff in response. "Levi, am I seriously the type of person who would make fun of you about this?"

It seemed to finally sink in for him then. "No, no you're not. MC, I- I love you too. Ah, I can't believe I said it out loud!" He clapped his hands over his mouth and you giggled at how adorably flustered he looked.

"Hey Levi, now that we know how we feel about each other, is it okay if I give you a kiss?" Levi practically fainted then, and you had to run down to the kitchens to get him a glass of water.

Satan

Satan was used to being alone. None of his brothers or classmates really shared any of his interests and he found that he much preferred being by himself. He was always too engrossed with his books and research that he never considered himself to be lonely.

That is, until he met you. You were somehow able to slowly inch yourself into his heart and without realizing it had become the most important person to him.

The other day, he found a funny quote in one of the novels he was reading and made a note of it to show you later. Then he started thinking about how much his daily routine included you in some way. You had classes together, ate meals together, talked and laughed together, and read late into the night together, enjoying each other’s company.

He realized that he was a lot happier now. Not that he was exactly unhappy before, but it was different with you. He was a lot more relaxed, more prone to smile and laugh. And a lot of it had to do with your influence and the time you spent together.

You were both reading in his room. There was a comfortable, relaxing silence and the atmosphere was especially cozy because of all the lit candles. You had prepared a tray for Satan: a plate of rosemary biscuits and a pot of black tea to wash them down with. This was another thing he appreciated about you; you were always taking care of him.

Both of you were engrossed in your books for a while, until suddenly you could feel Satan staring at you. You marked the page you were on and turned to him, a smile playing on your lips. “Is there something I can help you with?”

He looked at you for a few moments, unsmiling. You frowned, thinking there was something wrong, but before you could say anything Satan said “I just wanted to let you know that I love you dearly.”

You were surprised to say the least. Satan wasn’t really the type to talk about his feelings this explicitly. But after the initial shock, you realized how happy you were that the person you loved felt the same way about you. Satan didn’t let people into his life and into his heart that easily.

It was only when you heard Satan say “Oh love, I didn’t mean to make you cry” that you realized tears were streaming down your cheeks. You put down your book and practically flung yourself into his arms. He hugged you back tightly and waited until you were calm enough to speak. “I love you too Satan, so much. You mean the absolute world to me.”

You laughed wetly, thinking it funny that you were crying during one of the happiest moments of your life. Satan smiled at you fondly before handing you a handkerchief so that you could dry your eyes. 

You spent the rest of the night in his lap, smiling and giggling as he attempted to read you a story out loud.

Asmodeus

These kinds of days rarely happened, but they happened nonetheless. Mean, ugly days when no matter what outfit he tried on, it didn’t look right. No matter how much time he put into styling his hair, it just looked flat and dull. And his makeup seemed to refuse to cooperate with what he had in mind.

On these kinds of days Asmo locked himself in his room under the pretense of “needing self-care”. He hated having to speak with others because their usual compliments just sounded mocking and fake to his ears.

Asmo remembered an incident when one of his admirers had complimented his hairstyle and he had snapped at her furiously: “Shut up! Don’t make fun of me!” before storming away. He was incredibly embarrassed about it and apologized profusely to her. Since then, he figured it was safer to just hide out in his room.

But it was hard to be alone in his room when you were already there. You knew something was up with Asmo when you texted him saying "Hey, could you help me pick out a new coat?" and he replied with "Maybe another time, sorry darling!" He would have never refused an opportunity to go shopping with you.

So you raced to his room after classes and thankfully managed to slip in while Asmo was in the kitchen gathering some snacks. When he saw you standing in his room you could see he struggled to act nonchalant. "Darling! I didn't know you'd be here. I'm sorry, but I'm feeling a bit under the weather today. I wouldn't want you to catch anything so it'd probably be best if you went to your room."

Your heart clenched at the blatant lie. "Oh Asmo, I'll leave if you really want to be alone. But just know that I'm here for you. Whatever it is, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I want to be your strength."

You could see the conflict in Asmo's eyes as he stood quietly for a couple of minutes. You were about to turn around and leave, giving him some alone time, but he suddenly blurted out "I feel ugly today. I feel disgusting and horrible and hideous."

Asmo closed his eyes, embarrassed at his outburst and also dreading what inevitably came next: empty compliments and false flattery. He didn't want to be told he was beautiful when he didn't believe it.

But instead, you surprised him by enveloping him in a strong embrace. You alternated between gently patting his back and smoothing his hair and were rewarded with feeling the tension leave his body. You didn’t say anything, just continued to hold Asmo and wipe away the few stray tears on his cheeks.

Eventually you moved him to his bed, Asmo’s head lying on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. You weren’t sure how much time had passed but he seemed to be much calmer. He tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes searching your face, before almost whispering “I love you”. Your eyes widened in surprise. “You seem to always know what to do, MC, how to put me back together again. You’re honest with me and you actually listen to what I’m saying. I love you. Please stay with me forever.”

The two of you fell asleep like that, Asmo’s head on your chest and your hands intertwined. 

Beelzebub

Beel was a bit nervous, considering this was one of the most important Fangol games he had ever played in. Not only was it against their rival school, but also Beel’s coach had let him know that there would be scouters from the professional league coming to watch for potential talent.

It was too bad that you wouldn’t be able to watch him play. He considered you a very important part of his game-day routine. In the morning, you always made him a hearty breakfast and at the pre-game warmup, he frequently went to you for kisses and headpats. He considered you to be his good luck charm.

Unfortunately, you weren’t feeling well. You kept having bad stomach pain and the doctor had said it was probably your body reacting to some unfamiliar Devildom food. You were currently lying down in your room with a heating pad on and some warm green tea.

Beel missed you terribly. It had only been a few hours since he had last seen you but he couldn’t help but feel lonely. You were always there shouting and cheering for him on game days which made your absence feel that much larger.

His teammates and coaches could tell that something was off with him. They kept coming by to ruffle his hair or pat him on the shoulder and ask, “Is everything okay?” and “Don’t worry, you’ll do great!” 

Beel knew he was being silly. He would go see you right after the game! And yet his heart wasn’t in it during the pre-game stretches. He kept spacing out and staring at the wall instead of actually getting ready.

Suddenly, one of the assistant coaches came into the room. “Beel! MC is here! Now hurry up and stop moping around!” He saw you behind the coach looking a bit uncomfortable, your stomach must have still been bothering you. But you were also smiling at your little surprise.

Beel ran up to you and hugged you gently. “MC! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed? Are you okay? Are you feeling better?” You laughed at his barrage of questions before reaching up on your tip-toes to give him a pat on his head. “I’m still in a bit of pain but I wanted to be here. I couldn’t miss such an important game! Now what’s this about you moping around?”

Beel blushed and ducked his head before mumbling, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” You laughed again and Beel’s heart soared at the sound. He was suddenly struck with the realization of how much he loved you. You, who always had his back, who was always there to support him and motivate him. 

He wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, “Thanks for being here, MC. I love you so much, you know. Sometimes it feels like my heart is going to burst.” Your arms tightened around him in response. “I feel the same way Beel, I love you so much. Now go and win this game, okay? Show them how amazing you are.”

After the game, Beel was surrounded by his coaches excitedly telling him about how many scouters were interested in seeing him play again. But all Beel could think about was having you in his arms again.

Belphegor

It occurred to Belphie one day after class as he was walking down the hallway. There was a couple leaning against the locker, engaged in a full display of public affection. They kept giggling and yelling “I love you!” at each other. Belphie fake gagged a little before moving past them.

But then it occurred to him. Is that kind of thing something... you wanted? Your relationship was relatively new both in terms of time and in that this was something Belphie wasn’t really experienced with. You were one of the people that knew him best though, apart from his brothers, and Belphie had just assumed that it would be okay to continue acting as he had always had around you.

What if secretly this was something you wanted as well? All of the endearments and displays of affection. Belphie hadn’t even- hadn’t even said the “L” word to you yet. This continued to trouble him even as he lied down for his afternoon nap. In his dreams he kept seeing visions of you crying while looking on enviously at other couples and asking, “Why can’t we be like that?”

By the time he sat down at dinner, Belphie was exhausted. And you of course noticed, especially since he was eating a lot less than he normally did. After dinner the two of you made your way to his room, where you were getting out some textbooks to study and he lied back down on his bed. “Hey Belphie, is everything okay? You seem a lot more listless than usual.

Belphie stared at you, contemplating whether to tell you what was going on. But in the end he decided against it. “It’s nothing, MC. Don’t worry about it.” His voice definitely didn’t sound like it was nothing. “Okay, Belphie. But let me know if you want to talk about anything, okay? I’m always here.”

For the next hour or so, you studied for your classes while Belphie tormented himself. He did love you. But he wasn’t good at expressing his feelings, especially in the way the couple in the hall had. What if that now you were dating, you expected him to change? Would he even be able to? Frustrated at the swirling questions in his mind, Belphie ended up blurting out “I love you!” to your back.

You turned around in your chair slowly, surprised at his sudden intensity. “I... love you too. Belphie, is everything okay? You’ve been acting strange all day.” He sighed. “MC, you know what kind of demon I am. I’m not good at all the... lovey-dovey stuff that other couples do. But if that’s what you want, I can at least try to be different.”

You shook your head. “I... honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. I know how you feel about me, Belphie. I don’t need you to be like “the other couples” because I fell in love with you and who you are. I don’t expect you to be someone you’re not. Where are you even getting the idea that I want something other than what we have?”

Ah, Belphie really did love you. There was no one else in the world that knew him so completely and still loved and accepted all parts of him. And... he just realized that he had said “I love you” for the first time by practically shouting it while your back was turned.

He got up and stood next to his desk. You were sitting and looking up at him, concern evident on your face. He smiled and leaned down to kiss you gently before mouthing against your lips, “I love you, MC.”

You could feel how hot your cheeks were as he moved away and went to lie back down on his bed. You pretended to be unbothered, flipping randomly through your textbook, but none of the words made any sense. You mumbled under your breath, “”You’re pretty good at lovey-dovey stuff.”

[startanewdream]

Summary: "Harry told me he wouldn't mind if I dated someone," Lily blurts, the words escaping her lips before she can think them through.

(Or James dies. Lily lives. Moving on is not easy).

2k words, a little heavy on the angst because there is no happy world when either dies. Thanks so much for @sweeethinny for helping me fix some things!

The sound of the chair being dragged makes Lily jump, almost spilling the wine in her glass.

“Watch it,” Sirius says, grinning at her as he moves to sit next to her. “It’s a very good vintage, don’t waste it.”

Lily smiles back, though she can’t keep his gaze, not tonight. She twirls her wine—Sirius is right, it’s a very rich wine with a bittersweet taste she enjoys—, waiting until her breath returns to normal.

“I should check on Harry—”

“He passed out in front of the TV,” Sirius says, waving his hand. “Leave him there, it won’t do any harm sleeping on the couch.”

“The TV—”

“I turned it off, we don’t want his sleep to be damaged by the lights.”

"You paid attention."

"Is it so hard to believe I can be responsible?"

"Sirius Black? Of course."

Sirius laughs; it's his barking laugh, free and relaxed, and he keeps it low not wanting to bother Harry in the other room. She can't deny he truly cares for Harry.

Like a father.

That thought wipes away the smile from her face and she stares at the dark red wine as if it would contain a hidden answer.

"What's bugging you, Lils?"

Lily blinks; Sirius is watching her closely and after all these years of friendship, of closeness, it's not a surprise that he can read so well, just as she can tell when he is having a bad day.

You get along so well.

She pushes that voice out of her head.

"Just something that Harry said."

"Oh, that kid is always surprising me. He asked me earlier why he should bother folding his sheet if he was just going to mess it up at night—that's why he slept on the couch, if you ask me."

"Always with the hard questions."

"Wait until he asks about birds and bees, oh, it will be fun."

"Yeah…"

"What?"

"It's just—I never thought about the talk, but then if I had, I always figured that…"

"His father would have with him." Sirius drinks the full content of his glass in one long gulp. "Yeah."

And then there is the silence Lily is mostly used to in the past six years, the one that so far time has done nothing to fix.

Maybe just waiting to pass isn't enough.

"Harry told me he wouldn't mind if I dated someone," Lily blurts, the words escaping her lips quickly before she can think them through.

"Oh."

She can't look at Sirius.

"He has this classmate whose parents have split up and they are in other relationships now and it's not the same, of course not, but he asked if I didn’t feel lonely—"

"Lily," Sirius interrupts her; his voice is grave, but he doesn't look repulsed by her, for which Lily will forever be grateful. "Breathe."

She does. One long intake of air that doesn't bring much relief.

"I am not. Lonely, I mean. I have Harry and you and Remus."

"Three isn't company. And we are not… not the same thing as having… having someone."

Lily can't disagree. Some nights, when sleep doesn't come, she still turns towards the empty side of the bed, looking at it and pretending it's James there. And when she closes her eyes, when she touches her worries away for just a few minutes, it’s his name she calls.

He never answers her.

“Do you want to meet someone?”

“I—I don’t know. There was Harry to take care of and then I went back to work and this thought never crossed my mind. I never… I never looked for anyone.”

That’s almost a lie. Lily has looked; sometimes she is walking in the street and she sees a mop of dark hair and she turns, her heart jumping on her chest, certain that it will be him; it’s not, the hair never messy enough. And when she hears that laugh, so filled with life from some joke she can only guess, she always expects to see James coming towards her.

She is always looking, only not for anyone else.

“There’s time, you are still—”

“Don’t.” She swallows dryly. “After… afterwards, my sister told me I was lucky I was still young because I had a better chance to find someone so I wouldn’t raise my child alone.”

“You are listening to Petunia now?”

“You and I both know our siblings’ words are the ones that stick, no matter what they say.”

“Can’t disagree,” he mumbles, opening another bottle of wine and pouring it for both of them now. Lily drinks it absently. “Screw Petunia. You won’t raise Harry alone, you know it. We are with you.”

“I… I know.” Another gulp. “Isn’t all this situation—Harry, Voldemort—just another proof I shouldn’t—I don’t wanna bring anyone to this mess and I wouldn’t trust anyone with Harry—”

“You are overreacting a little, Lily. Nobody is telling you to marry anyone right away, or to try to replace… to find a father for Harry. Just to give yourself a shot.”

“How isn’t that betraying him?”

Sirius doesn’t smile; his face is troubled and he downs his goblet one more time. “Because you promised until death did you apart.”

“Fuck you, Sirius,” she whispers, standing up. The whole world spins under her feet. “Don’t throw my wedding vows at me. I am holding them. I didn’t fuck up things—”

“He is dead, Lily.” Sirius' eyes are shining miserably, as he stands, holding her arms to support her; Lily doesn’t know if she is shaking from the alcohol or because she is furious or because Sirius’ words drive her back to that Halloween night all those years ago. “He didn't mean it, he didn't want it, but it's all the same. James is dead.”

“Do you think I forgot?” she hisses, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes; they always come back, no matter how much Lily swears she doesn’t have any more tears to shed. “Do you think there isn’t a day when I don’t wake up alone expecting to see him right next to me?”

“No, I don’t. Fuck it, Lily, I—every full moon, I still wait for him to show up. There isn’t a day I don’t miss him.”

“Then stop telling me to move on!”

“I didn’t say it,” he reminds her, almost gently. “Your son did.”

“He is six, he doesn’t know—”

“All he is seeing is his mother alone. All he said was that he wouldn’t mind if you dated someone else.”

“That’s not all he said,” she whispers. Sirius is still holding her and they are close and the wine is in her head. “He asked why I didn’t date you since we got along very well.”

Sirius blinks, his arms loosening the grip. “What?”

“I think—I think he just got in his mind I should date someone and you are free, so—it’s silly.”

“Yeah.”

Sirius turns around, pouring more wine to himself and drinking in one gulp. “I can talk to him if you want,” he says, not looking at her.

“No need. I explained to him we were just friends.”

“We are.”

She tries to smile reassuringly, though Sirius doesn’t see it. Lily told Harry the truth; she is friends with Sirius in a way that they weren’t at Hogwarts, grief and love bringing them together and waving their lives, and just as she doesn’t see anyone else, she never considered Sirius as anything but her friend. And still, Harry’s words ring in her mind, not letting her rest. It’s because Sirius is her friend, after all, that it should have been obvious that if she were to date anyone, to be with anyone, him would be the perfect choice. Her relationship with James started as a friendship, then evolved, then there wasn’t a day in which she didn’t want to see him. That’s almost how she feels about Sirius.

Almost. Is this her problem? Is she expecting to live with someone the same thing she lived with James and now no one is up for her standard? Or maybe she should look for something so different that she couldn’t compare—only the love she and James had were so meaningful, so deep, that anything different from it is just… hollow. Should she try for a hollow relationship?

Nobody is telling you to marry anyone right away, just to give yourself a shot.

Sirius’ words come back. Just a shot. Doesn’t she want to fill that empty place in her bed, just for one night?

Not every relationship, not everyone she is with has to be until death do them apart.

“What if I can’t move on?” she asks, her voice sounding loud in the silent kitchen.

“There is only one way of finding out.” Sirius turns to her, looking more at ease now. “I won’t give you that speech that all James wanted—all he sacrificed himself for—was for you to be happy, but if it were the other way—what would you want for him?”

“That he’d mourn me until he died at 95, unable to ever look at any other woman,” she answers easily, and then the shock of hearing her say this is splattered on Sirius’ face, his mouth open in a comic “o” that makes her laugh against her will.

It’s not her best laugh—those Lily feels she lost a long time ago—but it’s true and after a few seconds Sirius joins her. She doesn’t know why they are laughing after a while, but it feels better to spill tears of laughing so much than because she was miserable and the next thing she knows they are holding each other for support, neither really able to stand.

And that’s when the laugh dies, when she glances at Sirius’ face and her gaze is drawn to his lips for a moment that is too long.

Then Lily tries, she really does. Sirius is gorgeous, the kind of beauty that is aristocratic and undeniable, and that he never takes real effort to; he is fit; he smells nice; his eyes are stormy, deep, and he is looking at her without blinking; she raises her hand, touches his face, feels his stubble; it’s raw. She knows he cares for her and because of that, she knows that if she would truly ask for it, Sirius wouldn’t deny her, despite the fact that there was never this kind of attraction between them.

They are friends. And as such, it should be easy for her to raise her head and brush her lips against his and it would be only a kiss, just to ease all the loneliness she ignores everyday. It should be so easy.

Except it's not, not even a little.

Whatever she needs to move on, it won’t begin with Sirius.

“Sorry,” she says, breaking apart. Sirius nods—he looks relieved if anything, and she cant blame him—and they both know this is a moment they won't discuss again, will pretend it never happened.

It's for the best.

Lily eyes her glass, decides she is done drinking for the night.

"I'll head upstairs. Good night, Sirius."

Sirius smiles weakly. He has moved to take a bottle of whiskey now; she guesses wine is not strong enough for him to drown away his ghosts. "Rest well, Lily."

She nods in answer, leaving the kitchen. Her room greets her with the same emptiness of always; Lily lays in the cold bed, turned sideways to watch the shadows in the window. The tree branches always remind her of prongs.

Perhaps she should cut down that tree. Move on.

Someday.

For now, she closes her eyes and as she does everyday (as she would even if she shared a bed with someone else), she whispers: "Good night, James."

There is no answer.

[lxvislxdy]

Lock and Key | Bakugou K.

Summary: It all started out as a harmless prank - Denki’s idea, to get the two of you to talk. It was no secret that you had feelings for Bakugou Katsuki, at least, not amongst your friends. Denki had meant well, sure, when he’d handcuffed the two of you together, but when the key goes missing... well, let’s just say, it’s gonna be a long 24 hours.

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Warning(s): Swearing, that should be it

Notes: Reminder that my requests are open! Let me know what you’d like to see on my page! Hope you enjoy this cute little fic for Bakugou :) I just wanted to write something soft and lighthearted, and cute, so this is that.

You were going to kill Denki. That is, if Bakugou didn’t get to him first.

“Calm down, Bakubro! Murdering one of our classmates would not be very manly of you!”

And if it wasn’t for Kirishima, holding Bakugou back with all of his strength and giving you a sympathetic look as you were dragged along, Denki would’ve been toast. Literally. 

“Look, man, I’m sorry!” Denki was saying, hiding behind Mina and Sero, “It’s just a prank, dude, a joke! Don’t kill me!” 

“I’m gonna end you, spark plug!” Bakugou growled, “Get over here and get this shit off of me!”

Sero, barely holding back his laughter, said, “Aw, come on, Bakugou, I wouldn’t call y/n ‘shit’!”

For a moment, Bakugou blinks like he’s stunned, but then his murderous glare returns ten fold. “That’s... That’s not even what I meant, dunce face! I meant the handcuffs! Get. Them. OFF!”

You know, from the look Mina is sending you, that you’re blushing. 

“Okay!” Kaminari scrambles out from behind the two, smiling sheepishly as he searches all his pockets, “No worries, man, let me just... let me... get the... key...”

Bakugou finally settles down, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he drops his hand, yours falling with it. You rub at your wrist lightly, eyebrows drawn together. You’d been handcuffed to Bakugou for almost ten minutes now, and your wrist was already sore from being yanked around so much. 

“What’s taking so long, dunce face?” Bakugou grumbles.

“Well, you see, uhm... okay, listen, don’t be... don’t be mad, bro, just...” Kaminari laughs, eyes wide in fear, voice dropping so low you could hardly hear him, “I can’t exactly find it.”

You yelp in surprise as Bakugou activates his quirk, feeling the heat against the back of your hand. 

“What did you say?!” 

Everyone winces as he yells, face almost as red as Kirishima’s hair. 

“Careful, dude, don’t burn her!” Kirishima says, hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. 

Bakugou shoves him off, but listens to him nonetheless, and the heat subsides. 

“It’s okay, Kiri, I’m fine.” You tell him quietly. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Denki says, guiltily. 

“Yeah, you’re about to be real sorry.” Bakugou says, “If you don’t get these off in the next five seconds!”

“Look, let’s just calm down for a minute, okay?” You say, stepping between the two. You feel Bakugou’s arm tug back against yours, as you move farther away from him, and your blush deepens. “Sorry. Anyway... why don’t we just see if Momo can make an extra key? Right?"

“That’s a good idea!” Kirishima says, optimistically. “See? Everything’s fine.”

“Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” Kaminari scratches his head.

“Because you’re an idiot.” Bakugou mutters darkly.

Mina purses her lips, shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, that would be great... Except Momo is visiting her parents, and won’t be back till later tonight.”

And just like that, Bakugou explodes again. “WHAT?!”

...

After a stressful call with Momo, involving Bakugou taking the phone from Mina not once, but twice, and telling her to ‘get her and her stupid ass ponytail back to UA NOW!’, it’s finally decided that you’ll just have to wait it out. Even Bakugou can’t say he’d rather go to Aizawa, because explaining this meant explaining the handprint shaped burns in Denki’s door.

Of course, Momo promises to help as soon as she’s back, but that’s still hours and hours away. 

Bakugou, who still practically had steam coming out of his ears, sat beside you on the couch silently. Across from you, the rest of the group watched in sympathy (and fear). No one dared to break the silence, in fear he’d blow up on them again. You couldn’t say you blamed them. 

“Come on.” Bakugou’s sudden command startles you.

“What? Where are we going?” You ask, following his lead and standing up (you were getting dragged along, either way). 

He rolls his eyes, sighing, “I don’t know, but I’m not just gonna sit around like an idiot all day.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, marching out of the room. You look over your shoulder on your way out, a silent cry for help, and Denki has the audacity to give you a thumbs up and wink. You glare at him, sending your friends into a laughing fit.

“What are they laughing at?” Bakugou mutters, brow raised.

You flush in embarrassment, shrugging. “Dunno.”

The two of you eventually end up in the kitchen. You knew Bakugou could cook, everyone did because he regularly kicked everyone out of the kitchen so he could, but you’d never actually seen him in action. He was much calmer now that the two of you were alone, but the scowl never left his face. 

After a few minutes of awkwardly trailing behind him as he gathered ingredients, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Can I help?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you begin to think he’ll just ignore you, before he’s handing you a spoon. “You stir while I chop vegetables. I don’t trust you with a knife.”

Ignoring the backhanded comment, you take the spoon from him, happy he’s letting you help. You stir with one hand, resting the other on the counter beside him, so he can use both hands to chop the vegetables. It’s not easy, trying to cook while handcuffed to the angry blonde, but the two of you eventually find a rhythm. 

“So what are you making?” You ask, turning to look at him. His focus is all on what he’s doing, and he looks so serious you try your best not to giggle. Does Bakugou ever just... relax? Still, the way his lower lip just barely juts out and his brow furrows, when he concentrates hard, is really cute.

“We’re making zosui.” 

You’re heart does a little flip as he says ‘we’. He doesn’t mean anything by it, you know that, but you still have to turn away in an attempt to hide your smile. As mad as you were at Denki, you had to admit that being able to actually spend time with Bakugou doing something so... normal, domestic? It was nice. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time daydreaming about a moment like this (except, in your daydreams, you weren’t handcuffed, and maybe there was kissing involved), but you’d never thought it would actually happen. The only time you got to spend time with him outside of class, normally, was if you asked for help with the homework or agreed to spar. But that was rare, these days. Bakugou normally sparred with Kirishima, anyway, and you always felt like a bother when you asked for help. 

Sneaking another look at Bakugou, you find he’s already looking at you. He takes the spoon from you, gently bumping his hip into yours to move you out of the way, and you watch as he adds the veggies to the soup. As he stirs them in, he asks you to hand him the spices he’d set out beforehand. 

“What, have you never seen someone cook before?” He asks.

You laugh sheepishly, “I ate a lot of microwave dinners growing up.”

The look he gives you is incredulous, borderline angry, and he scoffs. “You’re kidding. That shits terrible for you!” 

You laugh, wrinkling your nose. 

He meets your eyes for a moment, lips parted slightly, and you raise a brow at him. Before you can ask, his attentions is back on the soup, and he’s quiet again.

It doesn’t take long for the soup to be done, then, after he adds the rice. And you have to admit, even though you hadn’t helped much, you do feel a sense of accomplishment when you sit down to eat a meal that you made yourself. 

The two of you sit down beside each other, forced to scoot your chairs so close that your thighs are almost touching. Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain.

“Thank you,” You say quietly, before digging in. “Wow! This is delicious!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He rolls his eyes, but you recognize the slightly smug look on his face. “You helped.”

You giggle, bumping shoulders with him. “Sure, but you’re the chef, here!”

He hid it behind another bite of food, but you could have sworn you saw him smile, too. 

The two of you finish your meal in silence, Bakugou waiting with surprising patience for you to finish eating, before putting the bowls in the sink. 

“Thanks.”

He gives you a look, “For what?”

For being so nice.

“For teaching me how to cook!” 

He shrugs, muttering out ‘whatever’ in reply. 

“So... what do you want to do know?” You ask, hoping his tolerance for your company would last. 

You end up back in his dorm, awkwardly huddled together at the head of his bed. He was reading, as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. The silence wasn’t awkward, like you’d thought it would be. It was comfortable, almost calming. You found yourself getting tired, the more you sat there. 

Eventually growing bored of your phone, you turned to see what Bakugou was reading, and started reading the pages yourself. You didn’t think he’d noticed, until he slipped his finger behind the next page to turn it, and paused. 

“You done?” He said, quiet and soft, his cheeks tinted the slightest pink. 

Your eyes widened, blushing, “Uh, yeah. S-Sorry.”

He turned the page without another word, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You tried to ignore him, pretending to read, before he sighed. 

And then, Bakugou began to read to you. 

“W-What are you doing?”

He stopped, narrowing his eyes. “Reading, dumbass.” He snapped. “You read slower than me, it’s annoying.”

Despite the backhanded remark, you grinned. “Oh. Okay.” 

He started again, sounding significantly less irritated, and you tried to slow the beating of your heart. In all the times you’d imagined hanging out with Bakugou, you had never thought of something this sweet. You especially hadn’t anticipated his voice ever being this soft, and calming. 

As he read to you, you shifted closer, eventually resting your head on his shoulder. He faltered for a minute, hiding his fumble with a cough, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. It wasn’t until he reached the end of the next chapter that he realized you’d fallen asleep. 

And he definitely wasn’t blushing, no, not Bakugou.

Hours later, when Momo and all your friends piled into his room, he whispered harshly, “Wake her up, and I’ll kill you!”

Maybe Denki’s plan had worked out, after all. 

[aomine-ryo]

Hi can you do a jealousy headcanon for GOM? 💜

Of course! Hope you like it :)

Headcanons: GOM getting jealous

Kuroko

He doesn’t get jealous very often because he just has so much trust in you

If he ever does, he’s really subtle about it that you won’t even notice unless he tells you

He knew that he could talk to you about anything so he was never particularly uncomfortable with you being around other guys

There was a boy in your class who you had been getting quite close to

He quickly became a good friend of yours, and you’d often hang out with him when Kuroko was busy

He was objectively rather attractive, but you didn’t really see him that way because you only really had eyes for Kuroko

Kuroko wasn’t in your class so he’d sometimes see you walking around the school hallways, however more often than not, you would be with that boy

He seemed like a nice and earnest guy, which is probably why Kuroko began to feel a little threatened by him

Not knowing any better, you invited your friend to come watch one of Kuroko’s practice games with you since you could use the company

Kuroko wasn’t very pleased to see him to say the least

He’d usually glance over at you during games because seeing you watching him motivated him to do better

But now when he looked at you, he’d see you talking to that boy and he’d just feel annoyed

And it definitely showed in the way he played as well because his moves became uninspired and predictable

You went to grab some food with Kuroko’s team and your friend afterwords and Kuroko would not keep his hands off of you

He’d constantly be holding your hand

And he’d leave absolutely no space between you two

Of course, you noticed all of this, but you didn’t want to bring it up in front of everyone

“Hey, so you’ve been spending a lot of time with that guy from your class, huh?” Kuroko said when the two of you were walking back home together

“Yeah, I suppose,” you shrugged, beginning to connect the dots

“Hm,” he hummed, his grip on your hand getting a bit tighter

“Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing,” he mumbled

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” you grinned

His face just became red as he averted his gaze

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he denied almost instantly

“So that’s why you were being so touchy back there,” you giggled

“Well I was just making sure he knew that you were mine,” he said, finally deciding to give in

“For what it’s worth, you really don’t need to worry about him— I’m sure he knows.”

“I’m not a violent person but if he tries anything, let him know he can catch these hands,” he said, clenching his other fist and holding it up

“Tetsu, he’s twice your size, but sure.”

Kise

Okay so we know that Kise is really cold with people he generally doesn’t respect

Well, this coldness becomes so amplified when he sees someone he doesn’t know with you

The two of you were on a date at a cafe once and he went to the cashier to place your order while you remained seated at your table

That was when a classmate of yours spotted you and approached you

“Y/N? Didn’t expect to run into you here,” he said, grinning widely before engaging in conversation with you

Meanwhile, Kise was standing in the queue, glaring at you two

In Kise’s eyes, he was very obviously flirting with you— and he was, you just didn’t realise it

Every moment that he looked at you two angered him more and more

The damn boy even made himself comfortable by taking Kise’s seat

Was what he said so funny that you needed to be giggling like that?

Kise hastily placed his order and then stormed over to your table, not bothering to wait for your food

The boy was just about to reach out to touch you when Kise slammed his hand down on the table, startling both of you

He didn’t intend to do it with so much force but it just happened and he didn’t care

“Hey Y/N-cchi, who’s this?” Kise snarled, voice calm but menacing at the same time

“Oh hey Ryouta, this is Satou, a classmate of mine,” you introduced innocently

“Hi there,” Kise said, flashing him a fake smile and not even bothering to register his name in his head, “Y/N-cchi and I are kind of on a date right now, and you’re in my seat.”

Kise took your hand that was resting on the table and squeezed it tight, making the jealousy much more obvious to you

Your classmate visibly showed his annoyance through an eye roll as he stood up from Kise’s seat

“Alright,” he sighed. “See you around, Y/N.”

His and Kise’s eyes were shooting daggers at each other at this point

“Sure you will,” Kise mumbled sarcastically as he watched him walk off

“Babe they’ve been waving at you from the counter for the past two minutes now, trying to get your attention,” you pointed out, looking at the worker who was just about to give up and bring the order to you herself

“Ah crap,” Kise muttered before rushing over to meet the worker halfway and apologise

“I think someone got a bit carried away with their jealousy, don’t you think?” you said once he got back

“Tch, the guy goes to our school. He should know that you’re mine by now. Yet he still thought he had a shot, what an idiot,” Kise scoffed, just the thought of the boy talking to you getting him riled up again

“You’re intimidating when you’re jealous, it’s weird.”

“Weird? I can be intimidating! Why is that weird?” Kise pouted, switching back to his usual eccentric self

“Because you still sleep with stuffed animals, Ryouta,” you giggled

“And so do you, what’s your point?”

Midorima

So he’s not one to really initiate things like PDA

He’s the kind of guy that just holds your hand in public and that’s about it

However when he gets jealous, he becomes a whole other type of possessive

You’d be hanging out with him and a few of your friends from school

And one of the guys would constantly flirt with you

You didn’t really think too much of it because you thought he was just being friendly

But between the flirtatious teasing and unnecessary touching, Midorima was slowly losing his patience

He’d be really subtle at first

He’d hold your hand a bit tighter and hold you by your waist every now and then, all while eyeing the guy down in hopes that he’d get the message

Obviously, it wasn’t enough because he’d barely even notice Midorima and would continue chatting away with you as if your boyfriend wasn’t right there

“Hey Y/N, do you wanna go to that manga store over there together?” your friend said, seemingly inviting only you even though there were five other people in your group

“Actually, Y/N and I were just planning on leaving, sorry,” Midorima intervened, the ‘sorry’ oozing with so much sarcasm that it was clear that he really didn’t like the guy

“Oh already? You don’t have to leave just because Midorima is, you know,” your friend said

Hahaha it took everything in Midorima to not send him flying like his three pointers

“Excuse me? I think you’re crossing the line there a bit, don’t you think—“

“It’s getting pretty late, we should get going,” you said quickly before things could escalate

After shooting one last glare at your friend, Midorima walked away with you

“The nerve of that guy— unbelievable,” Midorima sighed

“I thought you were going to punch him or something, that’s why I stopped you so quickly,” you giggled

“Honestly, I might have,” Midorima chuckled. “How are you even friends with someone like him?”

“I guess he’s just friendly,” you shrugged. “Looks like someone was a bit jealous though.”

“Please, why would I be jealous of an idiot like him,” Midorima scoffed

He’d never admit to an emotion like jealousy— ever

Aomine

Oh god this boy does not handle jealousy well

He would 100% break someone’s nose if he feels like they’re getting too close

The two of you were at a party once and Aomine decided to take a break from dancing for a moment to grab a drink

So he was leaning against the wall sipping on his drink while watching you on the dance floor

Of course, he wasn’t very pleased to find you dancing with some other guy

Aomine recognised him as someone who went to your school, so he very well could just be a friend of yours

However that didn’t stop him from feeling a growing amount of jealousy as each moment passed

Did you really need to be dancing that close to him?

Aomine should be the only one you dance like that with

He was already a bit tipsy so he may not have been thinking straight

But he completely lost it when he saw your bodies swaying so carelessly together

Next thing he knew, he was storming over to the dance floor

You didn’t even notice him until you were suddenly ripped away from the boy you were previously dancing with

And once again you were dancing with Aomine

He was holding your waist tight and his face was as close as ever

“What do you think you’re doing dancing like that with someone else?” Aomine growled

“Why? Is someone jealous?” you joked as you continued to move along with him to the music

“Don’t tease around like that. You’re all mine, don’t you realise?” he grinned, shoving his lips onto yours before you could say another word

The kiss was desperate and heavy, and as a result, sloppy— not that you minded too much

After seeing that act, the guy from earlier backed off, though you didn’t even notice or care for that matter

I mean, why would you care about any other guy when Aomine Daiki was in front of you?

Murasakibara

He gets jealous very easily

He’s like a child when it comes to most things— he doesn’t share

You’ve had your fair share of encounters with other guys that ended with Murasakibara scaring them off

The two of you were seated on the couch together on your phones

There was absolutely no reason for Murasakibara to have come over to your house just to be on his phone, but he just enjoyed your presence

You were scrolling through TikTok because you’d run out of things to do

You landed on a video of these two shirtless boys dancing to a song that you liked so you just watched for the hell of it

You started scrolling through the comments while the video kept replaying, garnering Murasakibara’s attention

The second he saw what you were watching his possessiveness just kicked in

“You really like watching those boys, huh?” he said, glaring at the boys as if they could see through the screen

“Not really, I just like the song,” you shrugged before turning to him with a smirk, “why? Are you jealous?”

“Well if it means I can get more of your attention then sure, I guess I’m jealous,” he answered simply. “Do I have to take my shirt off and do a dance too?”

“I wasn’t going to say that, but now that you mention it, I’d love to see it,” you giggled

Next thing you knew, he wrapped his arms around you, sending you toppling back onto the couch

“Too bad I can’t dance, I guess you’ll have to make do with some kisses for now,” he said softly, making your heart flutter

“Ah dammit, I wanted to see you dance,” you sighed, pretending to be disappointed

“Shut up,” he groaned, before pressing his lips against yours

This was what he was usually like when he got jealous though

He wouldn’t necessarily get angry or anything like that unless a guy was relentlessly hitting on you

But he’d just become really lovey and clingy just as a way of reminding you that it was him who’d love you the most

Akashi

We all know he’s a classy gentleman

So you can’t expect any dramatic outbursts from him when he gets jealous

He’s always able to keep a calm and composed exterior (not that that’s ever stopped anyone from feeling threatened by him)

Anyone who knew Akashi knew never to mess with him

And they especially knew how much he valued you so one step too far would probably lead to their demise

However, there was one boy at a dinner party you both attended who somehow didn’t get the memo

You ended up being seated in the middle of him and Akashi, which gave him the opportunity to chat with you as much as he liked

Of course, Akashi wasn’t the most pleased to hear what he had to say to you

It was very obviously some awful flirting

You just thought he was being friendly so you entertained his conversation

“Y/N, maybe you should stop chatting and eat— your food is getting cold,” Akashi said in attempt to get him to stop— it was getting frustrating at this point

For the rest of the night, Akashi remained clung onto you with his arm around your waist, monitoring every movement of that boy

It was particularly strange because Akashi was the type to mingle at events like these so you knew something was wrong

Akashi’s cold gaze seemed to be enough to make the guy keep his distance though

Akashi is just too powerful lmao

Once the two of you got back home, Akashi pounced to kiss you almost immediately

“Woah what was that for?” you asked when you pulled away from the kiss that seemed so urgent

“You looked gorgeous tonight, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Akashi said sweetly

“Aww, thank you, Sei.”

“A lot of people seemed to think so too by the looks of it. Especially that guy that sat next to you at the table,” Akashi pointed out

“Oh. Did you get jealous or something?” you questioned

“Well, yes. I want to be the only one looking at you like that. But I guess it can’t be helped sometimes,” he said, body still as close to yours as ever

“You’re the only one I want so you don’t have to worry for even a moment,” you said reassuringly

“Then that’s all that matters,” Akashi said with a smile before pulling you in for a soft kiss filled with nothing but adoration

[a-student-out-of-time]

I remember Tenmei mention that there was no Guidance Counciler at your school during your time Hitoshi, I think the Sakura's probably needed one but guess your issues were more internal then external?

For me, it was, yes. I didn’t want to disappoint my family, but...while I enjoy Tenmei-kun’s company, I doubt our marriage would’ve lasted.

We struggled with a lot, and we didn’t have the benefits of a counselor or anything like that. Not until the statue incident.

That was why the Sakuras wanted out, huh?

There’s a lot we can blame Emina-san for. Especially in regard to your family.

But she was simply a product of that environment. I’m glad no one else came out of it like her, but still...

...Mom said me digging through her past was something Emina would’ve done.

I’m sure she didn’t mean it like that. It was before she understood what really happened.

And even then, you and your friends chose to pursue this anyway, and you uncovered all of this.

I know, it’s just...i-it’s not their fault.

I have a bad habit of thinking about all the worst things, I know. Something bad happens and it sticks with me for a long time. Even when I know it’s not true.

I understand.

Are you afraid to talk about this with them?

N-No, it’s not that. I just...I want to know how best to talk about all this with them first. Them and all my classmates.

Well, if you ask me, I do think the best thing to do is to simply speak with them about all this. To just talk about these issues.

But, I just... I feel like I keep failing them. I didn't even realize all this until just recently, but they still wanted me as class rep.

I...I figured being friends means you get along and be nice to each other. but I never realize all this until just now, so what do I do...?

Well yes, it's true that friends have to be nice and everything, but if you really are friends with someone, then that also means being willing to call them out on certain behaviors that some may not like.

Some people may not be happy with what you say, and others will get annoyed...

But it means that they are becoming better as people, they are learning from their mistakes and growing from it. After all, isn't that what hope is? You grow and learn from your mistakes, and become better as a person. I'm sure that, with you realizing this, then maybe your friends and classmates will realize that you’re still learning too.

And I’m sure your family already knows too.

...

[wroetospotterwp]

Potion Partners

Pairing ✨- Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary 💓: Y/N is a quiet girl that stays clear from trouble, but that becomes difficult once she has to partner up with Fred Weasley in Potions.

Word Count 🖊: 1,724

A/N 🗣: hello all!! this is my first ever imagine on tumblr and first i’ve ever written really, so this is quite different to what i’m used to! but i hope you all enjoy anyway!

Warnings ⚠️: this is just fluff so i think we should be good

Requested? 📮 - nope

Masterlist

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It had been the one class Y/N had been dreading all day: Potions. It wasn’t that she wasn’t any good at the subject, she just didn’t like how Professor Snape treated the students and favoured others.

Y/N was not one of those favoured, unfortunately.

As soon as she had finished Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, she raced to Potions, Snape couldn’t take housepoints from her if she arrived early. It took some time, but she finally arrived, only a few other students waiting outside the classroom. Clearly they had the same idea as her.

With a smile to her fellow classmates, she walked over to the stone wall and opened one of her books. Might as well spend the rest of time preparing for the class. It was quite peaceful, only the flames from the torches and quiet chatter from students were heard.

But of course, it didn’t stay quiet for long. A door behind Y/N swung open, slamming against the stone loudly. The noise completely startled the girl, dropping her books on the floor. Y/N quickly glanced up to see it was the Weasley twins that had just entered the corridor.

Fred and George Weasley. The class clowns of Hogwarts and two heartthrobs that the students of the school adored. Would Y/N be lying if she said she hadn’t fancied one of them? Completely. Fred Weasley had always a been a secret crush of hers since she first saw him, but who could blame her?

Unfortunately, girls like her didn’t stand chances with boys like him, and she had accepted that a long time ago.

Before the red head could catch her looking at him, she focused her attention back on the fact her books were completely sprawled along the stone floor. Y/N bent down and started to try and gather her books, lucky for her one of her fellow classmates started to help her pick them up.

“Thank you.” Y/N muttered before she stood back up and accepted the books from the classmate.

“No problem.” The voice accepted, Y/N looking up and seeing it was none other than Fred Weasley. Her eyes widened slightly, mentally kicking herself as she realised how strange she looked.

Y/N didn’t say anything, just gave a small smile and turned away from the tall Weasley. But he didn’t seem to be finished talking to her.

“That’s a lot of books you have there, Y/N.” Fred pointed out, which almost made Y/N’s heart leave her body. He knew her name?! She kept to herself and only had a few friends, nothing that would put herself out there enough for Fred to know her name.

“You know who I am?” Y/N quietly muttered, her cheeks starting to turn a bashful red. Oh how she was thankful that everyone else was focused on their own conversations to see what was happening.

Fred raised an eyebrow and let out a breathy laugh. “Course I do.” He replied, like it was just so obvious.

Fred Weasley had messed up here, he had only found out who Y/N was just a few months ago thanks to Angelina and Alicia. He was dragged to the library by his two friends and seen Y/N reading at the table herself. Immediately, he caught himself staring, how had he never noticed her before? She was beautiful.

He questioned his two friends and they informed him who Y/N was, but they didn’t know much about her themselves. Fred was desperate to find out more about the mystery girl, starting to try sit near her in classes and in the Grand Hall, hoping she didn’t think he was weird.

She didn’t notice most of these advances, and if she did, she avoided eye contact with him at all times, which he didn’t understand why, had he pulled a prank and she had fallen victim to it? He wasn’t sure.

Y/N didn’t have the chance to reply to Fred as the Potion’s classroom door opened, Professor Snape walking out and sternly looking at them all.

“Most of you will be unable to do this, but enter the classroom and stand by your desk.” Snape eyes fixated on Fred and George.” “Calmly”

Fred and George just smirked at their Professor as the rest of the class entered his classroom. Y/N smiled at Alicia Spinnet, who she shared a desk with, as they settled into the seats.

Snape didn’t seem to trust the Weasley Twins today, motioning them to get up from their seats as soon as they sat beside each other.

“I don’t believe that either of you can be trusted working with each other. So today you’ll be split up.” Snape informed them, Fred and George usually always worked together so most of the class were shocked at their Professor’s demand.

Snape had a very slight smile. “George with Miss Spinnet, Fred with Miss Y/L/N.” He requested them. Y/N couldn’t believe it, how was she going to work with Fred? Alicia got up from her seat and walked over to where George stayed seated, Fred getting up and walking over to where Y/N was seated.

“Alright?” He greeted as he sat down, Y/N nodding slightly, Godric how she hoped that it wouldn’t be this awkward the whole period.

Snape explained to them what potion they would have to produce today, Y/N writing down all the ingredients while Fred was busy balancing his quill on his forehead out of boredom.

“Do you want me to go collect the ingredients?” Y/N questioned, bringing back Fred into reality, who had just realised that the class had began to make the potion.

“I’ll go up.” Fred offered, getting up from his seat. “Are they all written down here?” Y/N nodded as she handed him the piece of parchment, her hand briefly brushing his, sending butterfly’s to her stomach.

Fred didn’t have a clue what half of these ingredients were, grabbing what he thought was each product and hoped for the best. He brought the stuff back over to Y/N, who raised a brow.

“Are you sure this is all the right stuff?” Y/N asked, scanning the stuff Fred had picked up.

“Of course.” Fred confidently replied. Y/N shrugged, picking up a bottle to start the potion when a hand went on top of hers. “I’ll do the potion, you can sit and relax.” He offered.

“Oh, Fred, it’s no problem.” Y/N gave a small smile. “Everyone else is working in partners, you don’t need to do everything.” She didn’t trust he knew what he was doing anyway, so she just hoped he let her help.

“I’m actually quite the potion’s master, Y/N.” Fred smirked as he began to add random ingredients to the caldron. That smirk kept the girl quiet, her face turning bright red and unable to respond.

Fred was surprised that Y/N was actually talking to him, and actually holding eye contact. He hoped for his sake that his random ingredients he picked up would benefit him and make the potion that was required.

But life would be too easy if that happened.

The potion exploded up in the air, barely missing both Fred and Y/N’s face. Fred let out a laugh at what just happened, not noticing the complete shock present on Y/N’s face. Her eyes looked to the front of the class to see Snape’s face.

Safe to say he was pissed off.

Snape gave them both detention, something Fred was used to and Y/N not so much. They stayed after class since it was the last period of the day and Snape demanded that they cleaned every caldron to be completely spotless.

Snape had left to go to speak to Professor Flitwick, so it was just Fred and Y/N, alone. For the first few minutes, it was silence. Y/N too busy scrubbing one of the cauldrons to notice that Fred had walked up beside her.

“You know, I’m quite happy we’re in detention together.” Fred smirked at her, Y/N thought he was having a joke around.

Y/N smiled at him. “Fred, you basically live in detention, why would this be any different?”

Fred faked offence to this. “You wound me woman, I actually have a life outside of detention.” He joked, Y/N letting out a laugh. “Seriously though, this had been my favourite one.”

“I’m glad my company has been fun.” Y/N giggled, starting to feel more confident around the red head.

“I’m just gonna go straight to the point.” Fred informed her, making Y/N stop cleaning the caldron for a moment. “Do you want to go to Hogsmeade together at the weekend? To the Three Broomsticks?”

Y/N raised a brow at the boy. “Are you asking me on a date?” She questioned, quite confused.

“That’s typically what a man does when he fancies a girl, yes.” Fred replied, Y/N didn’t trust him, this must be some sort of joke.

“Is this some sort of prank?” Y/N asked. “Make me think you’re interested and make a fool out of me for believing?”

“What kind of pranks do you think I do, Y/N?” Fred let out a laugh. “I’m sorry if I’ve pranked you in the past-“

“You’ve never pranked me, Fred.” Y/N interrupted. “I just didn’t think you liked me.”

“Lucky for you, I do.” Fred smirked, Y/N playfully rolling her eyes.

“So charming, Weasley.” Y/N beamed, she felt so much better about talking to him, she needed to tell him she felt the same way. “I’ve liked you…for a quite a while now.”

“No one can resist me so it’s understandable.” Fred joked, he couldn’t help himself, could he? Always making a joke about anything and everything.

Fred began to lean closer, eyes flickering from Y/N’s plump lips and her gorgeous eyes. Y/N leaned forward too, this would be her first kiss, she hoped it would go alright.

Their lips pressed together and it was like the both of them had been together for years, they fit together like jigsaw pieces. They were too busy in the moment with each other to notice the classroom door swing open, the Slytherin head entering.

Professor Snape never partnered Y/N and Fred ever again after what he seen.

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i ramble on so much and at the end i felt like i rushed it! i need to figure out how to write these because i’m not sure this was that good, but i tried! first imagine so go easy on me if this is bad!! i’m used to writing fics hahah

my requests are open btw! :)

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