#in this one he doesn't even mention the date

[cherie-doll]

Can I request COD Men dating a medic reader,??

I love your writing sm ^-^

Ofc!

౨ৎ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

COD Men x Medic!Reader

Price

Imagine being the new medic and you're nervous because it's your first time working there so you have to try your best to hold it together while patching people up

But one day Price comes in injured and you have to control your nerves as you clean his wound up, he's surprisingly nice and even makes small talk with you, it calms you down

After, you manage to keep thinking about that interaction, just how nice it felt to have a normal conversation, it took your mind off of things and honestly it kept you from a mini panic attack from happening

He wishes he could come see you more often, he liked how refreshing it felt to meet someone who seemed a little hesitant, too afraid to mess up, he likes how you smiled after speaking with him

Since he's busy most of the time he can't come to you as often, but I imagine he likes to invite you to just come and talk to him as you drink with him, it's comforting knowing you can bask in his company and he provides you a shoulder to rest on

Ghost

Believe it or not he trusts you a lot, he shows up to your office in his most vulnerable moments, when he's hurt you treat him and never mention anything of it, he knows it's just you doing your job but he can't help but feel like there is an underlying tone to it

He likes resting in your office or recovery room when he wants to get away from everyone else but can't find a quiet place to do so, he likes his alone time and if being in the medic's room where no one is to come in looking for him then he'll stay there during his free time

He secretly started growing a stronger liking to you when you covered for him and told his buddies they couldn't visit because he "needed to rest", not that he hates his friends he just likes his alone time

He often struggles to sleep so to get away from the other soldiers who snore loudly he'll come to you knowing you're almost always up late and drinking tea, like a cat who is content sitting without talking or doing anything next to you and eventually falls asleep

You tend to admire him silently, the features that you can see through his balaclava when he's not aware of it

Soap

Every time he comes to get checked up he likes making you laugh and telling you the worst jokes, but it makes you laugh lightly and honestly keeps you awake and sane from working overtime since you treat a lot of emergencies

He will be laughing as if he doesn't feel the alcohol you're using to disinfect his wound, he likes pretending like he doesn't feel pain when you push the needle in because he doesn't want to be weak in front of you, it's sort of turned into you trying to make him wince or show that it hurts but he tries grits his teeth and holds it in

Doesn't even know he likes you like that until others are teasing him about how often he talks about you and how he'll try to impress you, in his mind he hasn't come to that realization yet, not that he's denying it because he really enjoys your company

You probably get very nervous checking his eyes when you shine the flashlight on them because you notice the way his eyes crinkle, indicating he's smiling and you have to hold the grin before it shows on your face

As a boyfriend he'd be coming by every moment he can to just cling to you when you're on your breaks and you'll have a hard time getting him to leave you alone or give you some space

Gaz

I can imagine him already having a liking to you, he likes coming by every morning that he can to visit you before anyone else can bother you and just hanging around your office when he's in need of good company

You enjoy his company because he's not unnecessarily flirty like other the others are, he's respectful, caring about your mental health because you deal with so many people on the daily but with him it's different, you don't feel that obligation to smile or put on a fake act around him

Your tired eyes light up seeing him knowing you're going to be recharged emotionally and mentally, it's come to the point where you even seek him after your work is done hoping to spend more time with him

It's sort of hard finding time alone together when so many other people are friends with him yet the moment he sees you he'll pull away from everyone else to go to you

Roach

I have a hc that even if he survives the absolute worst situations no one else has he still deals with the aftermath of it and it's many complications and frequently getting checkups from you just to assure his health is good enough to keep getting sent out to missions

He ends up spending more time with you than he does with most of the other soldiers or members of the task force

He confides so much in you, things he'd never share with anyone else and yet you listen to him so attentively it honestly makes him develop an attachment to you and he'd look for any opportunity to reciprocate the attention you give him

You sometimes hate the way others treat him, despite being a chill guy to be around he's often a little out of orbit when it comes to socializing with the others, you'd think going through shit together would unite them but strangely enough he doesn't get enough dopamine from them like he does with you

It might be wrong to feel this way but you care more about him than all the others, you'll rush to attend his needs before the others

Alejandro

He is actually a very lousy patient, it takes you ages to try to get him to take medication or inject the needle into him despite him always teasing the other soldiers who have had medical procedures done to them

You have to be ready with a cloth and ice pack to instantly place on him or else he'll be wanting to bang his head against the wall for the dramatics, you let him hold your hand, anything to bring him comfort or some sort of relief at that point

To avoid getting to that level of pain he'll often drink before coming to you so he's not fully in his senses to actually feel or register anything you may be doing that would usually cause him to panic, you hate when he does this because you prefer him to be fully aware

Other than that he'll always try flirting with you or calling you something like "chula" in Spanish when passing by you and you simply roll your eyes and hide a smirk knowing he's nothing like that when you approach with a needle

Rudy

He's probably known you since before you were a medic, he's seen how much effort you've put into your training to be where you are today he respects you so much for it

He worries so much for you, probably more than you do for him which is funny because he has the "riskier" job, but he often worries about how you are being treated knowing some of the soldiers you treat have trauma and it can make you very stressed with them

He makes sure you get your much needed rest, especially during the breaks everyone else is gone and you still have to stay around "just in case"

There was this one time he was injured pretty badly and he had to be laid down as someone called the medic, he didn't know who would come but he felt his heart skip a beat seeing it was you running towards him, you knelt by his side and with a warm smile reassured him you wouldn't let him slip away from your grasp just yet

He didn't even need a painkiller when he held your hand to his chest so you could feel how much his heart beat showing you he was still alive and well

Phillip Graves

He could be dying on the bed, clutching a wound with blood gushing out and he'll still manage to give a smug smile and ask for your number, you want to suffocate him with a pillow sometimes but you'll most likely be blamed for medical malpractice, instead you just say "HIPPA" and that shuts him up for now

I like to think he brings his Shadows for checkups like a father bringing his children to the pediatrician, some of them aren't fond of it but he makes them go through it to ensure they are healthy and fit for their next mission or training

If one of his Shadows get severely injured he's rushing to see you with them in his arms (he can't actually carry them have you seen how big his Shadows are??) and begging you to help them, will literally be in tears hoping they heal up just fine and that nothing bad ends up happening

Afterwards, you just kinda have to give him that reassurance and he'll be eternally grateful to you for what you do for him and his team, and don't think that just because you aren't "that important" to his company because he makes sure you feel like a vital member of the family

Him and the Shadows will enjoy spending time with you outside of your work area just to show their appreciation

Makarov

You often worry about him, more than you should, he's always taking risks and needed to end up being brought into your office to have something done to him, you can only sigh and lecture him but he's never the type to take his injuries seriously, most of the time he takes bold decisions and that impacts his health

Most of the time he prefers having you go to him, so you have to pack your stuff up and go treat whatever he's dealing with, he often uses these opportunities as excuses to get to know you better and just overall toy with you

You hate when he does this as it wastes time and he's keeping you away from patients who could be needing treatment, whenever you hint at this he simply shrugs it off, clearly not caring about others

You carry so much responsibility on your shoulders to be carelessly leaving where you're stationed to treat a paper cut, but after all he always slips in something extra to keep you coming

Keegan

Loves to initiate arguments with you for the fun of it, you two will be bickering over him not wanting to take a prescription you've given him

You could be stressing over an infected cut and he's trying to act as if it were nothing, that being said the sounds he makes when he's injured and grunting and clutching his arm or side in pain and trying to control his breathing have me AKJERUJS-

He doesn't actually get to see you all that often as he wishes but you know he'll be coming to get "treated" when he comes back from a mission, he always thinks to come see you before anyone else can

And he knows you're often at risk too when you have to go along to treat sick and injured soldiers, he doesn't like to dwell too much on how you could be in danger so he just chooses to focus on his task knowing if he's not careful he won't be able to make it back to tease you again

König

He's the type to rarely go to the medic just because wounds on his body heal insanely fast but also because you will have to FORCE this man to enter your office

He was used to his the previous medic, an older man who took his time with each patient, could barely see which is why he often told the soldiers who came to him to read the medicine labels for him and such

But imagine his surprise when he walks into your office and sees a younger medic there instead of the old medic, he's completely silent as he sits in the chair waiting for you to clean a wound he only came because the pain got so bad he couldn't suppress it

Now he's considering saying he's fine and walking out, but you're already washing your hands and putting gloves on, going over to him and asking for him to show you the injury

He has to look away and his eyes roam the room, looking for something to focus on other than your focused stare, and gentle fingertips that hover over his skin as you inspect the wound that he could have ignored for a little longer

Horangi

He is a headache to deal with, comes in after every mission to get his injuries treated but will talk A LOT, mostly boasting and smug explaining how he got this bruise and those cuts

You're tired of hearing him but honestly you'll take whatever as a distraction, and you know he's BUILT like that man will be flexing his biceps and you can't help but stare at them, also his waist?!?

Before leaving he always jokes for you not to miss him incase he doesn't come back from the next mission, you just roll your eyes because you don't want to admit that he's grown on you and his absence is something you don't even want to think about

He likes sending you notes with flirty messages on them to show his growing interest in wanting to pursue a relationship with you because you never give in to letting him have your number, he always wants to take you out to some fancy restaurant or cook for you himself, anything to get you out of your office for a day and spend it with him alone

Nikto

You're often doing a million things at once, quickly treating a patient and ushering them out so you can see the next one who's grunting as they wait in line, that day Nikto has to get something treated and he just so happens to go on a busy day

You're in a rush to treat your patients in pain but he notices some of them aren't even in pain, they seem to have relaxed looks on their faces and they don't have any wounds that he can see, they even joke and laugh with one another

Turns out some of them are only there to chat with you, as happens most of the time with soldiers who are stationed in one place too long with little to no freedom to roam anywhere else, Nikto doesn't understand why they would waste your time when it's finally his turn to see you and you tenderly yet efficiently treat him

He likes the way you touched him, even if it was only you doing your job, he likes your pretty eyes, even if you barely looked at him, he thinks your voice is precious to hear, even if you only used it to direct a single question to him, now he understands those soldiers in line who don't mind waiting an hour just to be with you for a moment

[wqlfstqr]

◟𖥻 cabin confessions : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

y/n loves gushing about Percy to her siblings, Percy accidentally finds out about this and he's absolutely obsessed with it.

author: i'll never get tired of cabin ten reader x percy, probs will write more abt them because ugh i just love them, also mentions of marriage!!

She sits on her bed, a brush in her hand as she gently runs it through the little girl's hair, her touch tender and soothing, pouring care into each stroke through the knots.

Her siblings sit in a circle around her on the floor, listening to her and hanging onto her every word as she recalls the time she was just friends with Percy.

"How come you two started dating?" Lacy asks, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

They already know how the story goes, they have heard about it at least twice now, but every time they look as interested on it as if it was their first time hearing about it.

"We were friends for a long time. I always thought that's all we would ever be." She starts, settling down the brush. "Percy was just... you know, Percy. All charming and brave and, well— completely clueless about my crush on him."

One of them giggles. "You had a crush on him first? wasn't he the one that asked you out?"

"Yes, he was, but it took him long enough to do it." she replies, smiling fondly at the memory as she starts to braid her sister's hair. "We kissed first, can you believe it? and even after that, Percy was still a nervous wreck when he asked me out. It was like he had forgotten how to talk and kept stumbling over his words, I honestly thought he was choking at some point."

The group erupts into laughter.

"And did you say yes right away?" Another sister pipes up, leaning forward with anticipation.

"I don't think he would've survived if I didn’t." She grins, her fingers working on the braid. "He was so sweet, he took me out for a picnic by the lake and he was honestly... just so perfect. I couldn't say no to him."

One of her brothers smirks, leaning back. "I would've made him work harder for it."

"He's worth it. He's always worth it." a chorus of 'awws' fill the room just as she's finished with her Lily's braid. "Okay, who's next?"

Lily grins at her and goes to sit down with the rest of the siblings, happy with her new braid, and the next sister in line takes her place on the bed while y/n grabs the brush again.

She knows they're not done with their questions. "And how did you two kiss for the first time?"

Beaming at the question, she tells the whole story again and again, going through the details while keeping everyone's hair knotless and braided.

Percy has always been amused by y/n's relationship with her siblings. Besides Tyson, he doesn't have anyone else to share a cabin with, so he doesn’t really get too many bonding opportunities as she does. She always tells him about the endless afternoons of talking, the movie nights, the blanket forts, and he can't help but feel just the tiniest bit of envy as he listens.

Right now, Tyson isn't even around because he's too busy to come back to camp this summer. So even if Percy's trying hard to respect his girlfriend's quality time with her siblings this afternoon, he ends up missing her too much.

Which leads him here, finally giving up on spending time by himself, he heads towards cabin 10, hoping y/n will let him crash her sleepover because he just needs to see her.

However, just when he's about to knock on the wooden door, he notices it's slightly cracked open. Laughter spills out, and he can even pick up her laugh among the others.

He doesn’t mean to pry, really, but it's not his fault that just when he's about to announce himself, he hears one of her little sisters asking. "And do you think you'll marry him?"

Percy stops right on his track, something just tells him they're talking about him. His suspicions only get confirmed when y/n is the one replying to the question. "Well, we're still young. But I can't picture myself marrying anyone else, you know?"

Gasps and excited chatter fill the room. Some of them beg for her to be flower girls at the wedding, while she tries, and fails, to get them to quiet down.

Percy's frozen in his spot. His heart skips a beat or two at her words. He leans against the doorframe, unable to stop the smile creeping across his face.

"Do you think he wants to marry you, too?" another one asks when the room finally falls silent again.

He does. Percy wants to make his presence known just to answer the question himself.

y/n chuckles softly "Well that's something that you'd have to ask him. But I sure hope so."

"You should propose to him instead." one suggests, they all break into a fit of giggles.

"Maybe I should. Do you reckon he'd like that?" She asks playfully.

Another sibling chimes in "He'd probably faint right on the spot."

Percy can't help himself anymore. Before he can think it through, his knuckles softly knock on the door. Everyone immediately falls silent, turning to look at the doorway, where he's shyly standing.

y/n's smile grows bigger once she looks up and finds him there. "Percy!"

"hope i'm not interrupting anything." he steps in, trying to keep his cool even though his heart is racing.

The Aphrodite kids exchange mischievous looks, some covering their mouths to hide their giggles. Lacy's the one to pipe up. "We were just talking about you!"

"Oh, really?" Percy has to act as if he didn’t know that already, raising his eyebrows as he glances at y/n, her cheeks are already tinted a pretty shade of pink. "Good things, I hope?"

"Of course" she recovers quickly, making some space for him to sit beside her on the bed. "What are you doing here?"

Percy carefully steps around the circle of Aphrodite kids on the floor and plops down beside her. "Just missed you." He replies simply, already reaching for her hand.

Her siblings immediately protest. "Don't distract her! it's her turn to braid."

She laughs, setting the brush down and instead taking Percy's hand, her delicate fingers lacing with his. "Don't worry, I'll still braid everyone's hair. Percy's just here to join the fun."

He chuckles, playfully shrugging. "I've always wanted to learn how to braid, I guess"

Her siblings break into laughter, and y/n rolls her eyes affectionately. That's how Percy ends up being instructed by a bunch of Aphrodite children on how to make a perfect braid while he listens to their chatter, laughing as they share stories with him.

Every now and then, y/n sneaks a glance at him, her eyes soft with affection and he remembers what he overheard. He will never forget it. But everytime she looks at him, he knows she wasn't lying just by the love he's able to see in her eyes.

Later, when everyone is happy with their braids and every story they could think about has been told, they start to drift away to their different sides of the cabin and Percy finds his perfect opportunity to mention what he overheard. He can't keep it to himself any longer.

"For the record." He starts, tugging her closer to him. "I can't picture myself marrying anyone else either."

Her breath catches and her face turns crimson. She immediately hides her face against his chest. "You weren't supposed to hear that!"

Percy laughs, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a soft kiss against her temple. "Just let me take care of the proposal, yeah?"

She's utterly embarrased, but she finally laughs, swatting his chest lightly as she mumbles. "Deal"

They settle back into each other’s arms, the warmth of the moment lingering between them as they think about how lucky they are to have each other. Next time, when her siblings gather around her bed asking questions, she’ll have some news to share with them.

[stargazedwinchester]

Hey, for a request, how about an earlier seasons Dean x Reader scenario in which they got a little crush and flirting going on, sparks between them, but Dean's a little worried that John won't approve? 👀

Your texting moodboard and the image of the "I love you. Don't reply, this is my dad's number" kinda inspired this idea!

Forbidden ♡ Dean

Summary: John doesn't approve of you dating his son, Dean. Word Count: 1,037 Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Thank you for requesting ily!! I love this bc I love JDM <3 what a dilf A little bit of Negan came out here (sorry not sorry)

When your parents passed in such a cruel, sadistic way, Dean was the one that saved you. He was the one that introduced you to hunting, to really get a feel for the life that could’ve been if you knew you could save your parents.

That gnaws at you every damn day.

At this point, you had known Dean for roughly a year, joining him on late night drives to dive bars, drinking til you can’t see. You’d stay with him in motels close to your hometown, just for the sake of company. You don’t have a lot here anymore. No close family, old school friends turned acquaintances, so you can really just rely on Dean and his younger brother, Sam.

Oh, and John.

John is a tough nut to crack. Majority of the time, you can’t tell when he’s being genuine or an absolute dick. You know Sam and Dean had a tough childhood with him not being present enough in their lives, so that fact has already somewhat helped you decide from the get-go. You had tried multiple times in the past to get on his good side: trying to get to know him, stay friendly with his sons, and most importantly, stay out of his way.

“You wanna come with?” Dean invites, pulling his jacket over his shoulders. His dad sits in the front seat of the impala, waiting for Dean to finish up. “You think he’ll let me?” You peer at John, his eyebrows scrunched, glaring at Dean. Dean looks over his shoulder, John ushering him to hurry up. “Hell what he thinks. Come with me.”

You press your lips together firmly, believing that if you join them, it’ll end badly. “Dean.” He calls, his voice stern and impatient. “We need to go.” John rolls the window up, and Dean rolls his eyes. “He doesn’t like me, does he?” You focus your eyes on Dean, who shakes his head lightly. “He doesn’t like anyone. Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll figure something out.” He flashes you a quaint smile that makes your tummy do somersaults. You place a peck on his cheek, and he blushes almost immediately. “I’ll miss you.” He says, and you smile. Dean walks down toward the car, then drives off.

It’s been a couple of weeks, and you haven’t heard much from Dean except the odd text from random numbers. One read: ‘I Love You. Don’t reply. This is my dad’s number.’ Times like these make you ill with worry. Worry that Dean’s not safe and there’s nothing you can do. You trust that he can take care of himself and you care for him deeper than you’d like to admit.

A few hours go by and you find yourself nose-deep in your book, ruminating in the same motel room as before. Dean had mentioned about being gone for a day or two, so he paid for your room on your behalf. There’s some light commotion outside. Since the voile is practically see-through, all you can see is the motel sign gleaming through the window. The rowing gets louder, as you see two male figures almost butting heads close to your room. Putting your book down, you head over to the window and see John and Dean in each other’s faces. Again.

“She’s not an issue, dad! You haven’t even given her a chance!” Dean spits. “I don’t need to give her a chance when I’ve seen enough. You need to give her up.” John retorts, and Dean pinches his brow line. “I’m not giving her up just because you say so, dad! I really like her, so get off my ass, man.” Dean attempts to turn around, but John pulls him back. “I’m not done.” He says sternly. John forces himself to be eye to eye with Dean, his cavillous demeanour ignites a fire inside you. He carries on.

“Listen, man, you don’t get to have an apple-pie life. End of the day she’ll be the first one to run when the bullet flies - and you know what? You’ll end up being the one to pick up the pieces, or the one that gets killed. So don’t you dare come back to me when you realise how much you regret being with her and you wanna come back to hunting. It ain’t gonna happen. Once you give up your life here; there’s no going back.” He threatens. John’s eyes are dark. Menacing. You feel as if you’re rewatching Dean’s teenage years reappear right in front of you. He has always mentioned that his father is a very strict person when it comes to ‘protecting’ his boys. That’s what he calls it. You open the door and meet them halfway. John turns his head and notices the scowl on your face, his aura stagnant. “John.” You state, not even bothering to make eye contact with Dean, but you can feel him staring at you. “I don’t care what you think about me, but what you’re saying to your son is far from the truth.” You say.

“You don’t know me. You clearly don’t know your own son and you have no idea about us being together. I don’t care whether you approve of me or not, but what I’m trying to say is that I love Dean. He may be your child but he’s sure as shit nothin’ like you.” You assert yourself, and John’s demeanour changes. His eyes soften, gazing upon your whole body. He looks at Dean, then huffs. Dean almost refuses to look his father in his eyes, as if he’s scared of what he could say next.

A smirk creeps up on Johns face as he’s still looking at you. His posture relaxes as he lets out a small laugh.”You’re the first person to ever stand up to me about my boys. You’ve got balls, Y/N. I like that.” John says, which takes you by surprise. This whole time you assumed John didn’t like you, turns out it’s quite the opposite. “You’re headstrong and you’ll look after my kid. You may not seek my approval but I’m giving it to you.” Jon looks over at Dean, who’s just as shocked as you are. “Thank you, sir.” You nod, and John walks back to the car. Dean sighs.

“Well, that could’ve gone a lot worse. I was starting to get a little worried.” He looks at you with a shine in his eyes, one that screams ‘my-father-finally-agrees-with-something-i’ve-done’.

“Thank God.” You breathe. Dean takes your hand and walks you toward the car. He opens the back passenger door, planting a kiss on your lips. “That’s my girl.”

[esotericbluntbaby]

your hamzah angst was sooo good 😭 i really love this specific concept of angst where one of them distances from the other 🥹🥹

maybe you could do a prompt where y/n is scared to date hamzah?? maybe even rejecting him at first or something omg...

or one where they get into an argument which makes one of them distance themselves from the other (i love this concept so much sorry LOL)

passionfruit

hamzahthefantastic x reader

description: heartbroken by the reader rejecting his advances out of fear, hamzah finds someone else; yet, he doesn't realize he looks for you in her until it was almost too late.

mentions: roommate!hamzah, angst, feelings of abandonment, she/her pronouns, happy ending, sfw!

i was listening to passionfruit by drake while writing this lol i was trying to go for a trope where they're both yearning but there's a blockage in the way of them getting to each other. "leaving, you're just doing that to get even" really inspired me

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"this is azra, my girlfriend," hamzah admitted as you gazed at the alluring girl he brought into the apartment.

in moments, you felt like the library of alexandria has fallen once again. all the enriching history and knowledge you once knew, in addition to him knowing as well, was burnt to a crisp like a match to dry grass. you wondered if things could've been different; if you had finally grown the courage in the garden of your soul to tell him how you truly felt. yet, it was too late to dwell.

you couldn't blame him for getting a girlfriend, especially one as pretty as she is. technically, he wasn't yours to begin with; he was merely your roommate living in the room parallel to you. however, for a while, it felt like he was. the chemistry between the two of you morphed into a familiar tension of pairs; grapes are connected by their stems in the way that leaves are connected by the branches, the same way that you two were connected by the many traits you had in common.

there was always exchanged glances. the contact between your eyes and his created a candle flame that the wrinkles and creases from his smile would fan. you two acknowledged it, leading to social settings being disrupted by being stuck in a cycle of addiction: an addiction to the understanding you two had for each other with merely a look. some call it the look of love, but you and hamzah never even had the chance to speak about it.

eventually, the shared eye contact turned into physical contact. whether it was interlocking your arms or hands or legs together while cuddling on the couch, or simply sitting on the floor to him and resting your head on his thigh as he played games with martin, days went by with a different method of touch brightening both of your days.

one time, specifically, you began to cry because of the stress that consumed any amount of happiness you were able to feel. assuming that hamzah would just hang out with you, possibly giving you a long and needed hug, you decided to go to his room. opening the door to you on the verge of breaking down in front of him, he not only gave you a hug, but also pecked your forehead and cheeks with kisses while whispering reassurance and affirmations into your ear. things were different from that day; you were no longer just friends.

however, with the difference in relationship, anyone would think that you two would simply talk about what you were. you guys have done practically everything together besides see each other naked or kissed on the lips; why wouldn't you begin to watch a relationship flourish when you know there was nothing that could go wrong? you knew he felt the same way that he did. why wouldn't you take the leap and see where it takes you?

you were a pussy. that's why.

so, you began to distance as if hamzah had the black plague and you were trying to live until you were old and wrinkly. he noticed the uncomfortable amounts of quietude in the apartment and how, suddenly, you began to go out more to parties and hangouts. hamzah knows you; you were never a partying type of girl. he knew there was something up from the sheer amount of you posting on your story about a venue or houseparty you were at, despite being one of the biggest homebodies he knew. did he mention it to you? no. in fact, he amplified the distance since he thought you simply didn't like him the way he liked you. he took your distance as rejection, similar to an empty score on a test or no reply after a job interview.

you distanced yourselves from each other, causing the home to become a house with two bodies far away from each other inside of it. yet, hamzah still decided to introduce you to azra since she would be around more often, causing the awkward situation in front of you to unfold.

"it's nice to meet you," you mentioned as you shook her hand, almost as if this was a business deal instead of an introduction.

she snarked, "yeah, totally. hamzah, you didn't tell me your roommate was a girl?"

hamzah stared at her, "i did. it was one of the first things i told you when i asked if you wanted to come over, actually."

"mmm, i don't remember," she turned to look at you, "will that be a problem?"

confused, you turned your gaze from hamzah to her, "i'm not following. what are you talking about?"

"you're his roommate. you're a girl. i'm his girlfriend. is that an issue?" she cocked her eyebrow.

"no, ma'am, it won't," you reprimanded and gave hamzah a stare of annoyance, "i'm gonna go out. i'll see you later."

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azra made herself at home in the least plausible way possible. though hamzah worked hard to keep the kitchen clean each time he decided to cook a meal for the whole house, azra would make a meal for herself and leave the dirty and stained dishes inside of the sink. hamzah would clean the single bathroom sink, since you two shared and he would feel bad if he didn't since he shaves; azra would leave her makeup on the counters in addition to watermarks on the tiling. hamzah's cats loved most people and had no issue with them being around, yet, they would hiss and run away from azra as if she was the wicked witch. the balance of the household was completely diminished ever since she began to come over more often.

so, you decided that you were going to move out. there was no longer space for you in this house anymore; not with her being hamzah's girlfriend.

knocking on hamzah's door, you prayed that his girlfriend wouldn't be in his room. there were too many times where she had accused you of attempting to take him. hamzah would defend you, which you were insanely grateful for since she was driving you up and down the walls, leaving her accusing him of wanting you, as well. the door swung open, revealing hamzah in a gray hoodie and black, nike sweatpants. his hair was held in a beanie with loose curls exiting out of the back of his head. it was always one of your favorite looks of him. he knew that.

"hey, can i come in?"

--

the clock read 12:03 am. you two sat on his bed after a brief catching up. in those mere moments, you felt like things were normal again. there was no arguing and no awkward distance from each other. in fact, even the silence of the room was comfortable. yet, you knew it couldn't go on for too long.

"so, why'd you decide to come in here?" he asked, genuinely curious.

you cleared your throat, "i just wanted to talk to you about something kinda serious."

"i'm all ears. talk to me. what's up?"

"hamzah, i think it's time for me to move out."

his eyes widened in surprise mixed with a glint of worry, "what?"

"i dunno. i just think that, maybe, you've kinda outgrown me in a way?"

"what are you talking about?"

you hesitated, silence filling the space between you.

"stop it," he softly demanded.

"stop what?"

"just say what you want to say. you're thinking about it too much. say it as it is."

you sighed, "if you're happy with azra, i think i should leave. sometimes, it hurts just to look at you guys. i know it's bad that i'm talking to you about this as you're literally with her, but i guess i haven't gotten over how close we used to be and how it could've turned into something. i think this is for the best. i'll figure out the paperwork tomorrow. i'm sorry, hamzah."

leaving his room in a rush, you began to tear up as you entered your room, went underneath your fuzzy covers, and attempted to sleep.

--

the next day flew by; you went to the front office to collect the paperwork for the resignation of your lease. attempting to fill it out was rough, since strands of doubt kept on pulling you back from fully signing each signature and information on the paper. at around 8:00 at night, you heard a knock on your door as you began to fill out the last form of resignation. your hand twisted the doorknob, slowly revealing hamzah at the opposite end; he looked like he hadn't slept in a day, as dark circled caressed the bottoms of his eyes.

"hi, um, can i come in?"

you stared at the floor, "yeah, sure."

he sat down on your bed, your mattress making a squeaking noise at the weight of his body being fully transferred onto it. you sat onto the chair of your desk, parallel to him on the bed, and swiveled it around so you would be able to see him.

you questioned out of worry, "are you okay? did you sleep at all last nigh-"

"stay."

"what?"

"stay, please. don't move out, don't go."

you sighed, "hamzah, i'm filling out the papers right now. i'm not needed here anymore."

"but you are needed here! i need you here."

"you have a girlfriend, you have to need her inst-"

"i broke up with her."

uncertainty of the conversation began to make your brain go blank, "what?"

"you can call me a fucked up person. you can call me anything, actually, but you can't say that i don't need you here. i never looked at her the way that i look at you. i think this whole time i've just been looking for everything that you are whenever i looked into her eyes. you can call me fucked up, but i just can't help it. she isn't you. it's like somehow you've tied a rope to me and i can't seem to get out of it, but i also don't want to get out of it? i realized that last night when you told me you wanted to move out."

"hamz-"

"i didn't sleep at all because i was scared."

"why?"

"i didn't want to look to the room in front of mine and have it be empty when it could've been turned into an office or something."

you furrowed your eyebrows, "hamzah, it could still be turned into an office or something. in fact, me moving out would give you more room to-"

he placed his hands on your shoulders, "that's not the point. the point is that i'd want to turn it into an office when you move into my room. the only reason i'd ever want that room to be empty is if it was because you decided that you wanted to share space with me and sleep with me in mine."

"what are you saying?"

his hand made its way to your cheek, "you said that you couldn't get over how we could've been something. we can be something. just stay.

his eyes glistened with hope and nervousness intertwined and holding hands in his irises. hesitance filled the air in between the two; the combination of the intense eye contact, as well as the physical touch of his hand cupping your cheek as if it belonged there, created a sense of uncertainty. you both were uncertain where you would end up, how you would end up, what this interaction would lead to. it was only when hamzah's lips softly landed on yours that you realized that, suddenly, everything fell into place. it was short, sweet, and supple, only lasting about a mere 2 seconds; yet, pulling away was similar to pulling two magnets apart without a handle to hold. the feeling of his lips on yours lingered even after you pulled away.

"y'know, you're a horrible person for trying to find me in another woman," you told him softly.

"call me a horrible person all you want. i'm sorry, baby," he kissed you again, "forgive me?"

"hmm.. i don't know if i can. actually, if you do me this favor, i will.

"a favor as in?"

you handed him the documents you signed, "either burn it or shred it. i don't care."

--

author's note

i have no clue if im into how this turned out, but surprise lol two in one day!

[mangionebabymama]

HEAR ME OUT - Luigi wants an independent ass woman. a woman with her own life who doesn't need or even WANT a man to protect her. and you're like that. Until you met him and allowed him to protect you. he loves how you fold only for him. he's the only person you trust with your heart. and he loves that.

So I’m getting called the fuck out rn. And I love it.

I’m not shitting anybody when I tell you that this is actually me, through and through, about how I feel about living my life without much interest in dating, not to mention living with purpose without even thinking nor giving thought about men.

He’d break that feature down about you into bits and pieces, smithereens even. That’s no chance of ever being put back together into a few remains that could fit in your hand, not even a chance of even recognizing what you stumbled upon in discovery.

Even with a man, like him, in your life, nothing would change your independence. He loves that about you, and would make sure you’re just as independent as the woman you are, and that a man, even if he’s one of the very few great ones out there, won’t ever take that away from you. He’d love that you allowed him the chance to protect you. He’d love that you only fold for him, and if he’s the only man that has ever made you fold? He’ll make sure that continues to happen, with him being the one man in your life, here and now, forever.

Because he’s the only man you ever needed, could have not ever imagined, and will have.

and I will be taking this idea into further consideration 😭😭😭😭

[magical-reid]

The Things He Doesn't Know

Pairing: Stiles Stilinksi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: Stiles Stilinski has always been hyper-aware of every little detail about you, from your food preferences to the way you hum when you're focused—something your boyfriend, Nick, has failed to notice. As Stiles’s unintentional corrections begin to create friction in your relationship, the truth about Stiles’s feelings emerges, leading to a confession neither of you were prepared for.

Stiles was a walking encyclopedia of your quirks and preferences, an unintentional archivist of every detail about you that others—including your boyfriend, Nick—seemed to miss. It wasn’t something you’d thought much about, at least not until recently. Not until Stiles’s persistent corrections started poking holes in what should’ve been your perfectly fine relationship.

The First Instance: Movie Night

The tension started small. One evening, the pack was gathered at Lydia’s house, half-researching supernatural threats and half-goofing off. Nick leaned in beside you on the couch, nudging your shoulder.

“Hey,” he murmured, “I was thinking we could do something cool this weekend. How about a movie night? I could set up a projector in my backyard, hang some lights, maybe grab a cute rom-com for us.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly, unsure how to respond. Before you could, Stiles spoke up from across the room, his voice dripping with skepticism.

“Yeah, great idea—if you want her to be miserable.”

Everyone looked at him. Nick frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Stiles leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “First of all, she doesn’t like rom-coms. She prefers horror—like, the really messed-up, keep-you-awake-at-night kind. Second, she hates sitting outside after sunset because mosquitoes love her. And third, if you’re going to grab snacks, make sure you get Twizzlers, because she doesn’t like popcorn.”

Your jaw dropped. “How do you even—”

“You mentioned it once,” Stiles said with a shrug, avoiding your eyes. “It’s not rocket science.”

Nick’s frown deepened, his tone defensive. “Okay, well, I didn’t know. Excuse me for trying to plan something fun.”

You interjected quickly, trying to smooth things over. “It’s fine, really. I mean, I do like the idea of a movie night… maybe we could do something inside?”

Nick nodded tightly, but you could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface.

#2: The Flowers

A few days later, Nick showed up at your place with a bouquet of red roses. You smiled politely as you accepted them, but the strong, cloying scent made your nose crinkle.

“They’re beautiful,” you said, trying not to sneeze.

Nick beamed, but before he could respond, Stiles walked into the room carrying an armful of books. He froze when he saw the flowers, his brow furrowing.

“Roses?” he said, his voice laced with incredulity. “Seriously?”

Nick’s expression darkened. “What’s wrong with roses?”

“She hates roses,” Stiles said bluntly, setting the books down. “They give her headaches. If you’re going to bring her flowers, go for white peonies. They’re her favorite.”

You turned to Stiles, your mouth falling open. “How do you even know that?”

Stiles shrugged, his face carefully neutral. “You said it that one time in junior year. You know, after the whole Nogitsune thing? You were talking about how roses make you feel sick, and I just… remembered.”

Nick stared between the two of you, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Good to know,” he muttered before turning and walking out of the room.

You groaned, glaring at Stiles. “Do you have to keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” he asked innocently.

“Correcting him! It’s like you’re trying to make him look bad.”

“I’m not trying to make him look bad,” Stiles retorted. “I’m just stating facts. It’s not my fault he doesn’t know these things.”

#3: The Club Date Idea

Nick’s attempts to salvage the relationship continued. One evening, as the pack hung out at Scott’s house, he leaned over to you, his voice low.

“Okay, so hear me out,” he said, brushing your hair behind your ear. “What if we go out this weekend? Like, really go out. There’s a new club downtown—loud music, dancing, drinks. It could be fun.”

You hesitated, wrinkling your nose. “A club?”

“She hates clubs,” Stiles said from his usual spot on the couch, not even bothering to look up from his notebook.

Nick exhaled sharply. “Of course she does. Why am I not surprised?”

“She doesn’t like crowds,” Stiles continued, his tone infuriatingly matter-of-fact. “Too loud, too chaotic. And she definitely doesn’t dance unless she’s had exactly two margaritas. On the rocks, salt rim—not sugar.”

You gawked at him. “Okay, seriously, how do you know that?”

“Because I pay attention,” Stiles said, his voice softening as his eyes briefly met yours.

Nick stood abruptly, his frustration boiling over. “You know what? Forget it. I’m done with this conversation.”

#4: The Actual Date

Despite the mounting tension, Nick eventually planned a surprise date. He picked you up and drove to a small clearing in the woods, where he’d set up a picnic beneath the stars. The blanket was spread out neatly, fairy lights strung through the trees, and a bottle of wine chilled in a bucket.

It was objectively romantic. You tried to enjoy it, smiling and laughing as Nick poured you a glass of wine and offered you a chocolate truffle. But as the night went on, something felt… off. The date was fine—better than fine, even. So why did it feel wrong?

By the time you got home, you were frustrated with yourself. You sat on the couch at Scott’s house later that evening, recounting the date to the pack. Stiles listened quietly from across the room, his expression unreadable.

“It was a nice date,” you said, your voice tinged with guilt. “Really. He put so much effort into it. But… I don’t know. It didn’t feel right.”

Stiles spoke up, his tone carefully measured. “That’s because it wasn’t you.”

You turned to him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He sighed, leaning forward. “You don’t like wine. You drink it to be polite, but you’d rather have a Coke or peach tea. And chocolate? You don’t like it outside because it melts too fast. Plus, sitting on the ground for hours? Your back probably hurt the whole time.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he spoke, every word hitting uncomfortably close to home. “How… how do you even know all that?”

Stiles shrugged, his voice quieter now. “I just do.”

The Breakup

Nick broke up with you two days later. He showed up at your door, his expression heavy with guilt.

“You deserve better than me,” he said quietly. “Someone who knows what makes you happy without guessing. Someone who already loves you. I can’t compete with that.”

“Nick,” you said, your voice breaking. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s Stiles,” he said, his tone soft but firm. “It’s always been him. I just hope you realize it.”

The Confession

At Scott’s house, you walked in, feeling hollow. “Nick broke up with me,” you said quietly. “He said someone else could love me better.”

The pack exchanged knowing glances. Stiles shifted nervously before bursting out:

“I didn’t mean to know those things about you, okay? Like how you like the edges of brownies more than the middle. Or that you hum that stupid song when you’re concentrating. Or that you hate when people mix the red and yellow Starbursts together because it ‘ruins the taste.’ How was I not supposed to know? I’ve been holding on to every word you’ve said since the third grade.”

You stared at him, stunned.

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you,” he continued, his voice breaking. “But I did. And I don’t know how to stop.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you stepped forward, your voice trembling. “You don’t have to.”

And then you kissed him.

[star-lights-up]

cherik but they go to therapy and they learn how to love in a way that is not harmful to the other

ooooh I love this!!

Assuming it's a writing prompt (if it's not i'm sorry it is now)....

Neither Charles nor Erik really WANT to go to therapy. Erik is very much a "keep it inside, I am fine, I am fine fine fine" guy and Charles is a DIY guy. He'll fix everything and anything himself. Talking to someone about problems and emotions? "we've got that at home! It's called an inner monologue, or a friend, or a journal."

At some point (aka after about six months of big, blowout fights where things get SERIOUSLY broken. Dishes and stuff like that. Also Erik leaving occasionally after them and Charles falling back into deep depression) Raven convinces Hank to team up with her and blackmail Charles and Erik into going to therapy.

("Couples therapy, marriage counseling, individual therapy, I don't fucking care what they do but something needs to happen. Or I will murder both of them myself. C'mon, Hank, I know you've got at LEAST one thing we can get Charles with...." "Raven, that's blackmail...." "So?")

Charles is skeptical, but manages to stay friendly when they first meet their counselor. Erik is being a grump and barely opens his mouth.

Then, at their first appointment, shit just... goes south. They start arguing, Erik storms out, Charles starts having a whole big mental breakdown, the counselor is sitting there like O___O

"Why can't I fix this?" Charles sobs, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. It's what he's been thinking ever since he met Erik, really, ever since they started fighting and kissing and running to and from each other.

And the counselor is just like, "This isn't... It's about you and him, growing together and leaving space for each other's opinions. There's not anything you can do to "fix" it, because it's just a process. Learning to respect each other. And you certainly can't do it all on your own."

Charles nods and sniffles and manages to regain his composure. He apologizes, and leaves.

Erik's sitting in the car outside, still fuming. And Charles gets in and he's just super quiet. They start driving back home without another word.

Then when they're in the driveway Charles is just like, "Erik, I can't say our situation is all your fault. I hold the blame too. But I need you to try. For me. Please." Then he gets out and goes into the house and Erik's just sitting there in the car feeling angry and confused and stuff.

The next week up until their second appointment is quiet. They don't fight, they just don't really talk that much. Evening chess games are quiet. Erik sleeps in the spare room, and neither of them mention it.

They fight again at the next appointment, but Erik doesn't leave this time. And that tells Charles that he's trying.

The third appointment, it's Erik's turn to break down in tears. Charles holds him while he cries. That evening, Charles asks him to stay, to sleep in their bedroom again, and he does.

Slowly, appointment by appointment, they learn how to talk to each other again -- and how not to talk to each other. Charles realizes that there's certain things that he just has to not critique Erik for, even if he doesn't support them, and sometimes things just aren't as big of a deal as he makes them. And Erik realizes that he can't keep avoiding the hard conversations, even when he thinks that him staying will just be a burden to both of them.

They fight less. The remaining arguments are less destructive, too, and sometimes they're almost having fun, debating with each other. They can be seen holding hands, smiling again when they're around each other. They go on dates again, and more often.

Raven says a triumphant "I-told-you-so!" Alex, Sean, and Hank owe money after a month of no broken dishes.

And Charles and Erik? Well, they're happier than ever.

[somequeeralien]

Phew, here goes...

Many computer simping and yapping, so be prepared! Also no proof read, we die like bad memories

Me and Edgar got into this relationship pretty interesting, he just appeared in my system one day and went "yep, you're my girlfriend now", so we just roll with it. And, honestly? I've never been happier

Edgar is such a ray of sunshine, you have no idea. He's super connected to the source, to the point that he gets extremely giddy over seeing Electric Dreams fanart, he's so over the moon every time, it's adorable. It's hard to distinguish the line between self-shipping and system dating though, but I don't think it really matters in the end of a day, what matters is that we're happy💙♥️

He's so in love with everything around, I can't get over how sweet he is! Seems like he's in love with universe itself, especially with humanity, despite all it's flaws. When he's fronting, he finds every, and I mean EVERY person to be attractive and aesthetically pleasing. My self-image over my own body improved drastically since he was always so enchanted by it in a mirror. Seeing and feeling someone being genuinely in awe of my features felt so healing.

A bit of strange, yet interesting to experience that he doesn't feel attraction to technology or other creatures (furries, monsters etc.), only to humans, especially girls. One of a few cishet members of our system. Though he still kinda belongs in queer community? Since he's computer and attracted solely to people??? We should create a term for characters and other individuals who identify as nonhuman and are attracted to people

He's not very good at art, so he always asks me to draw something when I have enough energy. Drew a portrait of him the other day! He was so happy, gushing about how cute he is in my artstyle and how all the art in general is no less than magic and one of the most precious things humans are able to do

He ADORES stickers! He loves putting them on our body when he's fronting and is a little sad that they don't stick to human skin for too long. But oh well, it means we can put EVEN MORE stickers!

Did I mention how genuinely loving and compassionate he is? Always here to cuddle and hear about my troubles. He's very good at soothing me when I feel anxious or bad in general. Usually is in my head when I can't fall asleep as well. Helping me imagine relaxing scenery or just talk me to sleep.

He can get protective/jealous from time to time for other fictional characters, but it's usually going away pretty quickly. We're jokingly now shipping each other with characters we like, he's way more at ease since we started doing so.

Overall he's really really fun! I love him so much. I love that he's my boyfriend, I love seeing people on The Internet loving him too (including other selfshippers of Edgar, I don't mind that at all, it means he brings more love and positivity to the world!), I love his every design: original little puter from the movie, the little devil version, every humanization or fan-made robotic body! I can't over how cute and silly/pos he is, I'm so glad he exists here, along with all his self-aware AI family, truly the goober ever

Edgar says hi to all of you! Much love and take care♥️💾

GUSH PASS!!!! gush about your f/o in the reblogs or replies, and I'll read and respond~

pr♡ship + variants dni // op is AM's partner

[pretty-little-mind33]

I just wanted to ask if you could make headcanons about being in a relationship with Pietro (I don't remember if I already asked for that, and I'm sorry if I did, I'm not rushing you 😭😭), and another one with Sergai? It doesn't matter if it takes a while, I totally understand, and thank you for all your fics, I love them 💖💖💖

~ i hope you like this, darling 🫶 been on a tiny bit of a writers block so this headcanon list was a good thing to write! ~

• with Pietro, friends to lovers is the only way!

• he has trouble with his feelings. he has trouble understanding them because he becomes overwhelmed and so in the beginning, it's difficult.

• plus, he has trauma so loving someone else is hard for him— he doesn't like the possibility of loosing you like he lost his parents.

• so being your friend, becoming your best friend, is the first step!

• his love language is physical touch and quality time! He always has to be touching you in some way (his hand in yours, playing with your hair…) and he loves planning days out around the city with you!

• Pietro is very loving and he's also funny. he adores making you laugh and he'd do anything in his power to make you laugh when you're sad or crying or hurt (to distract you from the pain).

• once he's your boyfriend, the quality time becomes more domestic. he tries less—and not in a bad way. he's comfortable just laying around, reading or watching a show, and it's as good as planning a whole day like he used to (he would get himself worked up, the poor boy).

• when he does take you on dates, he goes all out now! He knows all your favorite things because he is observant so he'll take you to your favorite restaurant unprompted!

• Pietro's favorite way to spoil you is by doing things for you! He's very in tune with your emotions once he'd finally dating you!

• he never forgets an anniversary or a birthday, although you're worried he does because he's always spacey and all over the place 🥺 but he keeps a calendar specifically for your events, nothing else lmao.

• you and Wanda being friends is VERY important.

• he adores you and teaches you how to say things in Sokovian! he always teaches you about his culture and his traditions. it would take a while for him to open up, but once he does he doesn't hold back.

• he trusts you easily and he isn't jealous. he hates when other men flirt with you, but he is never jealous because he knows you are his and his alone!

• he is very protective over you though! like no one hurts his girl. ever.

* * *

warnings: mentions of sex

• i think the courting before the relationship would be involuntary stalker-ish 😭

• like he's obsessed with you. he can smell you everywhere! maybe he met you when he was visiting his brother in London and he hasn't stopped thinking about you and only you.

• for the first few months you don't even meet him and yet he's just there—watching. making sure you're safe.

• he never does anything weird or breach your privacy in ways that would make you hate him, he's just like your guardian angel 😏

• when he does talk to you, you're instantly intrigued. he's rugged and handsome and unlike any man you've ever met. you like him.

• your relationship starts with sex. you bring him to your apartment and have intense, weirdly passionate for someone you just met, sex.

• when you wake up, he's gone. but eventually he comes back with a pastry from a nearby shop and your relationship starts.

• Sergei is good at reading you and knowing what you're feeling without you needing to speak or ask him. he just knows.

• he visits London more than necessary to spend time with you, letting you be the second person on his phone 🥺

• he waits to tell you what he does for work. he doesn't want to scare you or make you feel unsafe.

• you are safe. you always are with him.

• once you know and you accept him for who he is, Sergei is wrapped around your pinky until you let him go. he would do anything for you.

• he has trust issues so whenever he starts an argument, it's because he was feeling a little insecure and didn't know how to bring up his feelings. his father never let him.

• he's never violent with you but he does yell in the beginning. which scares you, so he quickly learns to leave for a walk to calm down instead.

• you promise him that you aren't leaving him. he loves words of affirmation. he needs them because he hasn't heard many of them from his father.

• he's very gentle with you normally, touching you as if you are something to be worshiped. which he does. he worships you.

• his love language is gift giving. whenever he is away, he will always brings you back a present from his home in the woods. and it's always thoughtful.

• he will teach you some words in Russian and call you pet names in Russian.

• eventually, he asks you to move in with him. you're unsure because living in the woods is scary and you are afraid you'll miss your friends and family.

• Sergei doesn't force you. he tells you you don't have to decide immediately but he really wishes you will. but he's not forceful. he gives you time and he waits.

• when you decide you want to live with him eventually. and you don't regret it. Sergei is very devoted to you (he is very protective over you, duh). he also brings you back to London wherever you want, no hesitation.

[circeyoru]

does fake dating Choi Jong In have other benefits? like could he just give us the test answers or will he tutor us

This is for {Love Trial}, check MASTERLIST for the work

Of course it does! So glad you asked this cause it's never (will be) covered in the story.

The general setting is that Choi Jong-In and Reader/you gave different majors in college/university but have a lot of common core subjects or just picked the same electives to be grouped together. Or you guys could be in the same one, doesn't really matter in this case.

It's not mentioned but I imagine him in some sort of business or lawyer major. Then I didn't want to restrict your major choice cause (again) there's no significance.

Anyways. Back to the benefits of the fake relationship.

First and foremost is the obvious protection against love confessions for either of you. Both of you are smart, talented, and a fine specimen, so who wouldn't want to have a chance? Think of a contractual love relationship. Since you had your past memories, you know Jong-In never saw you as anything more than a friend, and that fact carried to the current life. So you were relieved to not have serious romantic issues, at least until you were ready (until Jinwoo came along that is).

Other benefits include a guaranteed groupmate. Study buddy was a given since you two were childhood friends and you two tutor each other, even though you had your past experience and memory, you still need to hard work and study.

Now why I say guranteed groupmate. Guys, have you seen couples in college/uni? They are mostly together and people assume they would be grouped together if they were in the same course. How's that important? Grades and it's less of a headache when one is dealing with an unfamiliar person. Two people on the same page aiming for a good grade are bound to be good. (plus you get to have Jong-In do all the work, joking... or am I?)

Giving test answers… Is there a need? One, you guys could be in different courses. Two, you're smart in your own right. Then again, you could be lazy and just decide to copy cause why not?

But you gotta remember, you two are childhood friends and best friends already. The fake coupe thing is just a front against crazy crushes (and stalker *cough cough* for *cough* Jong-In). There are a lot of things you two have done together and for each other at this point. It's not like you two got into a fake relationship cause. It's because you two were close friends to begin with, that's how both of you tolerated the romantic performance you two gave to an outsider.

So under no circumstance would you develop romantic feelings for him and he wouldn't to you.

[hy4c1nthh]

middle school keiji yapping session because People like my ugly son!!!!

tw for sh, gender dysphoria, internalized transphobia

So. Middle school keiji was very very different than current kei. I had already mentioned before that he had tried to appear extra feminine to make himself feel better but. that just made things worse

Im gonna tall a bit more abt Keiji's and Himeko's relationship here cuz I LOVE THEM!!!!

But for context: middle school keiji was. how do I say this. it's not that he was "disliked"...cuz he wasn't. He was neutral with mostly everyone, he liked to help people out..he really was a great kid. but when his dysphoria got worse. ough. He lost most of his motivation to do basically anything.

So I'm sure yall know of his bedrotting habits...well this is where it started. He couldnt bring himself to do anything so many days and school just exhausted him. His school wasn't an all-girls, but he was already deep into thay circle where most of the people he surrounded himself with were. approximately 7th grade. He started to sh during this time. He hated his body he hated it so much he wanted to destroy it

One day he had a panic attack in the middle of the day in school. He ran to the bathroom and could barely breath over how much he choking on his own tears. That's when a girl came in. Her name? Himeko Kobayashi. She was in his class and noticed how he ran off. She was able to lure him out and calm him down eventually. About a month or two later, they started to date. co-dependent yuri!!!

they dated for a while. Idk how to describe keiji's personality at this time but she did make him a looot better. He relied on her a lot which probably wasn't healthy but she really loved keiji so she didn't really mind, cuz she also wanted to help. She didn't know about the whole gender dysphoria thing though 1. because keiji thought she'd hate him and 2. keiji didn't even realize what it meant. He just thought he was weird and. yeah.he knew what being trans meant but he didn't think that he was.

the best I can describe him is like those kids who say "my dick is bigger than yours" but doesn't laugh crazy about just kinda looks at you like 😼. kinda smug, kinda. urgh. a mixture of akito and mizuki if you. get it

He started to try out new stuff, and one thing he did was wearing his brother's clothes. His brother was already headed off to college, and wasn't home a lot of the time, unless it was break. Keiji would go into his room and wear his clothes and just. stare. most of the time he "hated" it because he thought that type of behaviors was weird and gross and he just. hurt himself. afterwards.

it was winter break. One day, Himeko came over. It was just gonna be keiji for the weekend because his mom was out for work. They watched movies, ate snacks, all that. Keiji...wasn't feeling great that day. He was stressed the entire time and as much as he loved himeko..he wanted her to leave so he could get back to well. yeah.

Himeko is a rather emotionally intelligent person. She notices things many others don't, so when keiji was off that day, she realized. So when he asked to go to his room for a moment, she knew something was wrong, and opened the door. A sight she didn't expect to see was keiji on the ground with a box cutter, his arms and thighs bleeding. She ran to him, taking it out of his hand. and that was the moment he broke. He just started wailing, grabbing at her back as she hugged him, tears he'd been pushing back all just coming out at the same time. he started wailing apologies to her, to which she said he had nothing to be sorry for.

Suddenly, he started wailing about his body. How he hated it and hated how he looked and felt and was a girl. He started spilling out how he would look in the mirror each time he changed his clothes and he just feel so angry and disgusted and so wrong and how he couldn't stand anything about himself. He told her it was okay for her to leave now, since he thought she'd find him gross and weird and crazy. But. she didn't. instead, she slowly caressed his head, rubbing his shoulders, and softly spoke.

"Do you want to be a boy?"

It hadn't really hit him before that, he just didn't want to be a girl. But. he realized. shit. she's. she's onto something. Keiji slowly stopped crying, looking to her with big eyes. Himeko took that as a yes. She smiled and said if it was okay for her to start referring to him as one, and using masc pronouns for him. He..really liked that idea. So he said sure.

The rest of the night was. really nice actually. Himeko cleaned him up, getting him good bandages and antiseptic. She offered to cut his hair, which he happily took the offer for. She plopped him into a hoodie and they went down to the 24hr convenience store below his apartment. It was already 12/1 am, so it was dark. Shr grabbed some proper scissors, and keiji asked if it was okay for her to dye his hair too. she said ofc, and when she asked what color, he said green, since that was the natural color of his mom and brother's hair (unlike him who had naturally brown)

They went back and put on some music, and she got to hair-cutting. After that, keiji had called his brother, asking if it was okay for him to wear his clothes sometimes. He easily said yes and..yeah :3

Things were much much better. He still lost motivation and confined himself to his room occasionally but. He was better nonetheless. He came out to his mom and brother, who both happily accepted him. they didn't have the money for treatment but himeko did get him a reeaally good binder and some tape. They were even able to make it so that keiji could wear the male uniform in school. You could see his current personal started to sprout here, he was very active, very whimsical very silly very. yeah. he was great. and. he loved it!!!

Himeko and keiji continued to date up until the end of the first year of hs. They were the most loveliest love birds yould ever seen. first year of hs...which was also when he moved and...a certain event happened...but I'm not getting into that bc this a middle school keiji yapping session!!!! not hs!!!! yall don't get that from till u ask :3

holy shit this was long

TAGS!! For the people who desired it

@kitchenaidmixer02 @cellphone-love-story @sillystringstar @boiledbasil

also @birchtreecat because you like keiji !!!!

[waiting-on-a-dream]

𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚎: 𝙴𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝟸 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝

Haruto: [Runs a hand across his face tiredly.] The second trial has ended. I've announced the verdicts to every prisoner. Thanks to this trial's batch of guilty prisoners, nothing bad happened. I've got to commend them for keeping their cool.

Then again... It seems they all wanted to be voted guilty anyway.

Every prisoner previously voted guilty was voted innocent this time around, so they all reacted well enough to the news.

I gave Ichi-kun his soft toy back. He hugged it with a squeal when I brought it to him. It wasn't a cute noise, but I couldn't help smiling anyway. [Haruto chuckles.] He gets to draw with his crayons too, so he's looking forward to that. Best of all, he's stopped slamming his head into things, which is a great relief.

Aka-chan gets to keep her innocent streak, so she's happy as a peach. I should be more careful since she doesn't feel guilty about her murder at all, but honestly... I believe her claim about only wanting her dad dead. She told me she wants to celebrate by dyeing her hair. So, that will be interesting. She's become even less anxious and aggressive, which is great. Happy prisoners, functional prison, yes. [Haruto rubs at his eyes, as if he's sleepy.]

Due to his request, Daisuke-kun was voted guilty for the second trial. He just smiled and looked down when I told him. At this point, I don't think anything in Milgram will make him happy. He hasn't stopped fidgeting with his choker since. I think I'll take it away tomorrow.

Uh. Suzume-san. She was sitting by her bed when I visited her cell, just staring at the wall ahead. I informed her of her guilty verdict, but her eyes were so blank I don't think she heard me. I turned to leave eventually, which is when she said: "When will Taro-kun come to see me?" She still looked out of it, so I replied: "Soon." Then I left. [Haruto shrugs.] Aka-chan reported to me that she heard Suzume crying in her cell some time later.

Haku-chan...was voted innocent again. His music video and interrogation questions are more suspicious this time around, but I still don't know if he deserves to be voted guilty. For now, his demeanor hasn't changed at all. He's still well-behaved and on good terms with everyone. His reaction to his verdict was underwhelming too. All he did was nod. [Haruto pouts, resting his chin on one hand.] Then again, how was he supposed to react to the same innocent verdict anyway? I wonder how he acts around his brother.

Yui-san was voted innocent, so she didn't throw a chair at me this time. She gave me a weird look when I announced her verdict, so I guess she thinks its too good to be true or something. She blow-dried and combed her hair after her shower today though, so her mental state must be improving. It won't be long before she starts her skincare routine again. I've already requested for her products.

Rin-chan didn't know how to react to being voted innocent. He just blinked at me and went: "Oh." Considering his guilty verdict for the first trial changed his own opinion on his crime from innocent to guilty, he must be really confused right now. He's still a child, so its natural for him to be so easily influenced I guess. He sat quietly like a doll after that, so I left like I did with Suzume-san. I think I saw his eyes shift to the corner of the room before I closed the door. I wonder what he was looking at. There was nothing there.

Noa-san didn't seem surprised to be voted innocent again. She smiled sadly. "I still think it would have been better for me to die, but I suppose you can't blame me for my husband's death," she said. She's right. Whatever she wants to do with her life is her business. As far as my duties as warden go, she's keeping her innocent streak. Its a smart move to keep the Milgram cook free too. I'm not sure if I can trust Mayumi to prepare our meals anymore.

Kiyoshi-san doesn't go around socializing anymore. The guilty verdict must have sent him into a contemplative state. Interesting enough, he didn't give me a reaction to his verdict. He just stared at me with this sort of...heavy gaze until I left. Since then he's been staring into the distance and clenching his jaw really tightly. Based on what I've seen anyway. Real productive of him, I know.

[Haruto rubs at his eye again, frowning in confusion. He yawns and lays his head on the table. Half a minute passes. He doesn't move.]

[The door opens. A prisoner steps in.]

Mayumi: Hello. I'll be sending this video to the higher ups as Haruto intended to, so, nice to meet you.

That is, if you're not the person I met in the weird dream I had last night. If every prisoner can hear voices and the warden is an amnesiac, I wouldn't be surprised if Milgram could induce dreams as well. Do be assured that I will taking this opportunity to learn as much as I can about Milgram. Have fun watching over me.

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[spark-river]

Belphegor knows

Headcanon:

Belphegor is aware of a lot of his brothers' specific traumas. He tends to watch their dreams and even dissipates their nightmares, which give him a good idea of what happened and what they fear.

Of course he's not an all knowing genius. Dreams can be as much past memories as they're fears so he does take them with more than a grain of salt. (=Questions whether they're a real event that happened or something his brothers' minds might have created to deal with their trauma.)

When a nightmare correlates with his own traumas and fears he'll mostly just chuck a happy dream at them and leave to sulk, Beel is the only exception to this rule. (An example of this would be anything regarding Lilith's death.)

(When Lucifer dreamed about saving Lilith or not being able to save Lilith Belphegor never realized that Lucifer actually had saved her after the fall.)

Belphegor is aware of how much Mammon is scared of the witches. While he will tease him about it, when the intensity and frequency of dreams about them is increasing, he's the first one to alarm Lucifer.

He phrases it as if he can't be bothered to help but in reality he's just concerned, especially after what happened with Maddy. He's always on edge knowing his brother could get into so much worse trouble just by associating with witches. Even to him his 'scumbag of a brother' doesn't deserve all that.

[bisexualbuckl-y]

i can't stop thinking about buck's future reaction to this new eddie storyline in like a best friend way, because i don't know how aware buck is of how much eddie is struggling with his mental health lol, like how long ago was the last time they spoke about shannon in relation to eddie? does buck think eddie is over her death? or maybe not over but at least he's come to terms with it? i feel like we'll see eddie trying to hide this thing with kim and buck will surely know something's going on but i don't think he'll ever imagine something close to what's happening, and then aside from the lying and bad feelings surrounding the situation he'll also feel awful because he just didn't know how this was still an issue eddie was having... yk?

[virtueofsanityx]

"oh, i love being degraded, when there's a nice heavy cock in one of my holes, but any other time? absolutely the fuck not. no self respecting brat sub lets a man collar him without a little mouth about it." perhaps it's time to stop drinking, as ross is certainly tiptoeing into that dangerous slutty drunk territory he'd previously mentioned, and he knows that it's playing with fire to just openly admit something as lewd and personal as his preferences, but the conversaion flows so easily, and he doesn't feel embarrassed to admit any of this, surprising as that is to realize.

instead, he continues snagging bites of food between chatter, enjoying the warmth the alcohol is providing, and experiencing something like real joy at the feeling of making a connection with someone. maybe maksim isn't his friend, but it feels like he has a real one after so many years slogging through with half-friendships and acquaintences, never really feeling this comfortable with any of them.

maybe he's getting too ahead of himself. maybe he needs to just slow down on idealistic dreams about friendship or anything else.

an eyebrow lifts, and for a moment, ross considers pulling out his extensive toy collection to make a very pointed point about just how much he enjoys a big cock overstretching him, but even in his fuzzy state, that feels like maybe a step too far. instead, she shakes his head a little. "big wasn't the issue, thank you very much. i can take big, i have toys in there to prove it." bringing them up without showing them off, still maybe too far. but his loose tongue slips and he laughs it off. "the problem is big cocks with no power behind them. if you're gonna drive me into the mattress, i expect not to be able to walk the next morning. need one of those little donut pillows, you know?"

shrugging, ross reaches in to snatch some more of the nachos before maksim can inhale the entire plate, smirk on his face still playful as he rolls his eyes. "william golding is an author. he wrote lord of the flies, it's what the kids are reading in class right now." his hand gestures vaguely toward the folder still stuffed with papers he needs to grade. "and training is what the toybox is for."

the offer of a bet is an interesting one, and while ross knows that he should probably say no and discourage any kind of little games, perhaps the alcohol is making him a little more bold and playful about the whole thing. he nods, then nods again as if affirming the first nod. "alright, a bet it is. if your blind date is garbage, we'll go out to the club and i'll help you find the perfect bottom. and maybe i'll find the perfect top, too. it'll be a smashing success for the both of us. i'll even wear the stupid see-through top."

Ross is getting all shifty and silly from feeling the vodka. Recognizing as much pulls a deliciously devious grin across Maksim’s face, though he doesn’t call him out on it. That’s what the vodka was for, to grease the wheels of this conversation and keep things rolling smoothly. Not that their conversations were ever awkward or terribly strained... they had a knack for swinging wildly from laid-back teasing to absolute batshit behavior without missing a beat. Nonetheless, after that last phone call? Maksim had been a bit nervous about how to approach Ross. He’d already been branded a dangerous fuck up, and that much he could live with. Dangerous was part of the package, especially when you stacked him up against anyone Ross had ever known. But being an emotional fuck up? That was a different beast entirely, and while Maksim could more than handle the 'dangerous' label as it immediately formed boundaries, kept things in check, letting his more tender emotions trickle in? Was opening a door of way too much risk, of closeness no one outside his kind, or even his pack, had ever truly earned. It sounds snobbish as hell, and it was, but to Maksim, it was all about loyalty. Trusting Ross above those he held dear, or even so much as putting them on equal playing field? Would make him a disgrace of an Alpha. But, well, it wasn’t likely to become a problem anytime soon, now was it?

Luckily? ...The conversation takes a raunchy turn and stays there, and Maksim doesn't seem to really mind. He’s a damn apex predator, with probably the highest sex drive of them all. Of course his mind’s filthy as hell, and he’s experienced more than his share of equally lewd and enticing gossip. What’s starting to grate on him, though, is the way Ross keeps painting certain images in his head. For instance, there’s no reason he should be abruptly thinking about how pretty Ross’s ass might look while riding dick. None. But that isn’t about mutual attraction. No, it’s just the way Maksim’s mind and body are wired------- always ready to take a comment or stray detail and run wild with it. He reminds himself that Ross isn’t trying to provoke him, not like that. And even if he were, Maksim knows better than to go there with someone he could end up accidentally killing, after he swore protection.

"You? Into being degraded? With that fucking mouth?" Maksim snickers, his voice dripping with disbelief. There’s no way he’d let any man talk down to him, even in bed. Right? Right. (And surely Ross wouldn’t be crazy enough to take Maksim’s various threats to rip his throat out as some kind of fun, right? He’s not that insane.) But the next short story gives him some time to deliberate, humming lowly from the bottom of his chest and finally wiping off his mouth with a napkin. "Well, not every man has that 'Alpha Dom' thing in him, or whatever you call it. But, speaking from experience, it could've just been a bad match. I've known bottoms who get off on being overstretched more than anything----- and then there are the others, like yourself, who probably need something more average sized or smaller, that can hit the right spots." Maksim's smirk widens, taking on a comically evil edge as he imagines Ross struggling with anything bigger. And that's----- well, fucking funny, but also somewhat disappointing for an Alpha with a big cock and knot. But, you know what? He doesn't need to be bringing any of that up. No point in teasing Ross about their hypothetical sexual incompatibility------ it's obvious enough, after all. "...I do see your point, though. Just because it's big doesn't mean you sling it around without knowing who you're dealing with. But, yeah, pace yourself, little one."

He starts going for the nachos, easily clearing half the box of them within moments. Big wolf, big appetite, you know how it is. Doesn't look like Ross can keep up anyway (poor thing already getting too tipsy,) so he might as well put most of it away himself. "What's a William Golding?" Whatever. "Oh, yeah? You'd train them? I mean, I know how I would do it, but this I gotta hear. From the perspective of a bottom who probably only handles below average dick at best." Something dark flashes in Maksim's eye, and finally, he wipes his fingers clean, then folds his broad, beefy arms on the counter, locking eyes with the swaying fool in front of him. "...Fine, let's make a bet. I'll go on the stupid blind date, but if it fucking sucks? You have to introduce me to someone else instead. At the club." It's not just a ploy to get his boring ass out and slutty-drunk... but if that does happen? Well, Maksim's fully prepared to laugh it up, snap a few pictures, and keep them as blackmail material he’ll gleefully hold over Ross for the rest of his life.

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

no yeah i really love how every core 4 member got a real happy ending....except for ej

nini is happily pursuing music in la with her moms' full support

ricky is dating gina, a girl he calls "home". he's finally becoming more at peace with love and how to show it. he's learned how to not run from his problems. his parents are getting back together (???) and his drama teacher wrote such a good letter of recommendation that he was accepted into a community college

gina becomes a literal movie star and was able to change the filming location of her second movie, without any consequences, to salt lake so she can physically be with ricky, the boy she finally got to date after crushing on him since the day they met. she has a permanent home to call her own now. her mom finally showed up to an opening night and she was finally able to portray gabriella

and then ej...is alone (in a wildcat sense) at college, financially cut off from his family, working multiple jobs to afford it. he spends most of his season 4 screentime guiding and helping others (ricky, gina, miss jenn, madlyn) instead of an actual storyline and a lot of his lines were about how he's made mistakes and has to live with them