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latenightbreezeinheaven · 2 years ago

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Manifestation✍🏻💭💬

I suddenly wanted to get these things out of my head, so I'm going to tell you about my personal story related to manifestation and it's specifically about "accidentally manifesting random things and realizing after all those events" so yeah let's get started.

About two months ago, I read this book called "girl online" by Joe Suggs (don't attack me for reading this please because people in goodreads app were kinda aggressive about it and idk why though). And whatever, if you've already read this book, you would know the whole plot but if you haven't yet, I'll tell you a short summary about it. There is this girl from London who had to accompany with her parents to New York as her parents were responsible to hold the wedding of this another rich couple. Then, in New York, she met this kinda ghetto-gothic styled young man (idk lol I still can't visualize his appearance till now) who could sing well and who could play the instruments. Then, as you've guessed, they fell in love and the book went on like that. After reading that book, I had this strong urge to have this kind of boyfriend who could sing well (kinda like a singer) and who could play the instruments and I had been thinking about it everyday like "omg I wish I had this type of boy in my life" "I'm not getting a boyfriend until I meet someone like him" and things like that. At that time, those were just simple intrusive thoughts but cheesy feelings also kinda followed through those thoughts unnoticeably. And about two weeks later after reading that book, I met this guy through the internet who could sing well and who could play the instruments. He is not a famous singer but he is really good at singing. We talked and talked and now we are still friends but I know he's my soulmate. I can just feel it. He's going to be "the one" for me in the very near future. Periodt. 💅 And this can be said to be some kind of miracles because we met on an app (not a dating app) and we were matched randomly out of those millions or thousands of users who were using that app at that same time. Is this a coincidence? No, I don't think so.

Another personal experience: So, I am fond of creating pinterest pins and boards almost all the time. And about two months ago, this song "beautiful in white" was stuck in my head so I decided to make a particular board fulled with wedding photos. I am a Buddhist and the photos I saved were the Christian wedding ones. I will attach one of those photos underneath to make things clearer. It was not intentional, actually, I just had this sudden desire to quickly add those Christian wedding photos in a board because those were so beautiful and made me want to get married asap lol. And guess what? That guy I met on the internet. His religion is Christianity!! Maybe this is just a coincidence for others but for me, it's not.

I experience these types of synchronicities quite often and I also have encountered other really spooky ones too. The thing that I want to remind you all is to be aware of what you do and how you act in your daily life. That doesn't mean you need to restrict your feelings, emotions and routines but be careful with who you talk to, who you share your energy with, which movies you watch, which songs you listen to, which kinds of thoughts you let into your head, which photos you save into your gallery and small things like that. You won't actually believe me when I say this but everytime after I've listened to sad and breakup songs on loop for about a week, something that breaks my heart happens. I started to notice this about four months ago. I also watched "friends wih benefits" movie about a year ago and I felt fascinatei with the idea of it unintentionally. Then, I met my ex-crush who wanted me as a fwb. I have already cut him off though. I also want to say not to underestimate some scripting methods because I made 12 scripts on the full moon day in last October, I guess and I just realized that 5 of them already became true including my exam marks. But a big BUT also remember that thoughts ALONE cannot manifest into reality. So, you don't need to worry about your negative thoughts manifesting into reality because they won't. You need thoughts, feelings, actions and faith to manifest. (credit to the book "Make it happen" by Jordanna Levin) *if you're the one who's manifesting a sp, please don't read this whole book. Skim some parts even if you want to read because some of the contents are opposed to the topic of manifesting a sp so yeahh umm*

My thoughts are kind of complicated at this point, so I might make some grammar mistakes or create some confusions in this post but please understand me because English is not my mother language. I hope that guy doesn't use Tumblr and see this post because if he did, he would freak out af LMAO 😂. Thank you for sticking to the end and yeah buh-bye pretty bees!! 🐝💛

P.S. OMG I just realized that I also listened to this song in our country which contained some lyrics about going together to the church as a couple and making agreements for a wedding, on a loop for several months. Oh-My-Gawd.

One of the pictures I saved in my Pinterest board-

#manifestation #law of assumption #law of attraction #subconciousmind #personal story #spirituality

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psychicdreamfriendoperator · 3 years ago

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Can I get some headcanons with Free dating someone? I am WEAK

I might have rambled a bit on this one haha, feel free to resend the ask if you wanted something else!

— Psychic

Things to Note

the name should be an indicator, but Free enjoys his freedom— he’ll be resistant to anything that restricts it.

the Shishigumi comes first; even if Free is laidback, he's still part of the gang’s inner circle.

Meeting Free

surprisingly enough, your relationship with Free did not begin as anything sexual.

It doesn't even begin as a friendship — it's difficult to describe a situation wherein you find a random lion in your house.

You think he was trying to rob you.

You fainted, of course.

When you awoke, you found yourself on the floor with a nasty ache in your back and a note nearby.

The words were scribbled hastily in print; “WILL VISIT AGAIN SOON”.

You filed a police report, but nothing came of it— other an officer’s promise that the station would keep an eye out for “any suspicious characters”.

The police station is blind, you concluded. Reason being, the lion returned exactly a week later.

Now, Free (as you’ve learnt is his name) just waltzes in and makes himself at home.

No matter how often you changed the locks or fortified the windows, Free found a way in.

It was almost like a game for the feline— you gave up on trying to keep him out.

Free had a nasty habit of not taking off his dirty ass shoes before he put his feet up on your white couch.

As your relationship progressed, he became more mindful of his behaviour— though, it took him a while to remember not to put his shoes all over your furniture.

Gifts

you grew used to the lion visiting you randomly. Sometimes, Free did not visit you empty handed.

Free gave you an expensive phone— albeit one with a cracked screen, a watch that smelled like seawater and a couch with red polka-dots to replace the one he dirtied with the grime at the bottom of his shoe.

It took you ten minutes of cleaning your “brand-new” sofa to realise that the red spots were not part of the original design.

It was definitely best not to ask Free where exactly he sourced his gifts from.

You eventually began to feel a bit poorly about receiving things from him all the time.

The first time you presented Free with a gift, he shut down.

During his visits, Free liked to make use of your bathroom. He always set his suit, tie and shoes one side while he cleaned himself (and used up all your hot water in the process).

It was inevitable that you would notice the wrinkles, and the scuff marks.

You couldn't have something so unkempt in your house. It wasn't an issue for you to do a quick spot of ironing.

Even the shoes could be made presentable— you just had to wipe them off and apply a bit of black polish.

When Free realised what you had done, he seemed to be speechless. Just when you expected to hear a “Thank you Y/N”, God quickly brought you back to reality.

“You're going to do this sort of thing from now on?” He held the suit jacket up by its sleeves, as if searching for the wrinkles he knew were no longer present.

You shrugged. “If you keep your shoes off my couch, then sure,”

You thought that your gift would encourage him to visit more often, but for a whole month, Free did not visit you.

You wondered if the police had finally caught the bastard— but, after a month, he returned as if nothing had ever happened.

After that, he no longer showered at your place.

Free’s Thoughts & Motivations

this ‘relationship’ was the longest one Free had ever been in.

The lion who bathed in the revelry of the Black Market now looked forward not just to bloodshed, but to movie marathons and hearing you bitch about your neighbours.

The fear of this casualty metamorphosing into something serious . . . something permanent, compelled Free to leave you alone for a while to collect his thoughts.

He only visited you because your home was a convenient place to rest before returning to the Mansion.

(The night you met him, he'd broken in to avoid a police patrol in the area.)

The presents were bribes to keep you complacent.

(Though . . . maybe he felt a bit bad about ruining your sofa.)

As much as your gesture touched him, Free wanted nothing in return.

Your gift was proof that you held some kind of affection for him.

Free returned to the Mansion feeling quite warm inside that day, but he didn't dare shower at your place again.

The affection that you held for him, no matter how miniscule, was addictive.

Dating

The others didn't pay much attention to it when Free casually mentioned that he had a “friend" outside of the Black Market.

The inner circle grew suspicious when he refused to elaborate further.

“It's time that we address the elephant in the room.” Dolph gave a pointed look at the only empty chair in the room.

Free’s chair.

The others around the table nodded once in solemn agreement. Then, someone raised their hand.

Dolph’s expression seemed to soften the smallest amount. “Yes, Agata?”

“Who’s going to kill him if we find out he’s planning to leave the gang? I would volunteer but my shoulder's still healing from that last gang war—”

Before the scar-faced lion could reply, Ibuki interjected. “This is Free we are discussing— he would not betray the Shishigumi in such a manner. There's no need to discuss things like that,”

He tapped a claw against the table, “In any case, we will get to the bottom of this. Tonight.”

A Cause For Concern

you thought that you were being paranoid.

You hoped that you weren't really being followed.

There was no mistaking it.

Everywhere you went, everytime you went outside, it was there.

A singular black car.

“Eh? What are you panicking about?” You heard Free's voice, but you didn't respond. You tossed your car keys, and they landed on the kitchen table.

You sped over to the windows. With one, great motion, you drew them, only stopping when the entire house was draped in darkness.

“There’s this black car . . . It’s been tailing me all weekend,” Though your voice was calm, your hands were shaking as you made your way back to the couch.

Free grew thoughtful, but only for the briefest of moments. He waved dismissively, and lapped one leg over the other, pulling you onto his lap with his free arm.

“Don’t worry about it. Just the Shishigumi being the Shishigumi. They won't break in or anything,”

Silence hung in the air only for half a minute, before Free added, “Probably won't, anyways,”

But, you are more focused on the s-word, rather than on what they may or may not do to your home.

“Shishigumi . . .?” The word was foreign on your tongue, but it was not entirely unfamiliar.

You didn't move off of his lap, but you gently pried off the hands that held your waist in place.

If you didn't know better, you would have sworn that Free looked just a bit . . . hurt by your actions. Still, he got the message and his hands remained at either side of himself.

You were grateful for that much.

“I didn't stutter,” The lion tsked. His hand slid over his mane. He was antsy about something, thag much you knew.

When Free next spoke, his voice was low. His chin rest atop your head, and you could easily feel the calming vibration of his throat.

“It doesn't bother you, right?”

A sigh escaped your lips. You pinched your nose. You internally debated strangling him for daring to ask something with such an obvious answer.

Of course you would mind! You felt as if you had always known Free was part of some illegal operation— but, it had never crossed your mind to assume the lion was in an actual gang!

No . . . that was a lie.

The thought had crossed your mind. You willed the thought to go away everytime it reared its ugly head.

“No, I don't mind, Free. I don't mind at all.”

Going Steady

Free talked things out with his colleagues— that's what he told you, at least.

The ominous black vehicle that stalked your every move disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared.

Life went back to normal, though, the visitor's list expanded by eight more lions.

Ibuki and Dolph were infrequent visitors— if they stopped by, then you knew it was on important business.

Agata often fetched your groceries, so you saw him often.

Miguel, Dope and Jinma visited infrequently, but were not as rare to see as Ibuki and Dolph.

Hino, like Agata, was a regular. He mostly crashed in your guest room— apparently, it was easier to fall asleep at your place.

Once every few months, Sabu would deliver your groceries instead of Agata. He seemed nice enough, but you found him to be intimidating as hell.

For better or for worse, Free begun spending nights at your house.

It would be wrong to call him a freeloader, though.

“There's ten grand in here . . .” You murmured to yourself. You turned the envelope over in your hands. Your name was written on the side, in Free's chickenscratch penmanship.

But, there was also a note; “10K. RENT MONEY FOR Y/N.”

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makaias-trash-heap · 4 years ago

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Soooooo lately ya girl here has been running into a lot of writing issues so I gave something a try...BACK TO BASICS FOR WHAT I ORIGINALLY MADE THIS BLOG FOR!!! First time I’ve written anything for my favorite Tsundere in a while. Enjoy!! Just more of my own self indulgent writing while I have no requests.

“Sooooo, guess who I just heard from.”

Shin glanced up from his book with his usual blank expression, “Why not just tell me?”

Mira smiled and rolled her eyes slightly, “My parents. They called and asked me to come over for dinner for my sister's birthday this weekend.” She stated, plopping on the couch next to him.

Mirdorima raised an eyebrow giving her an intrigued look, “This is the first time they've wanted you over since we've been together nanodayo.”

Mira hummed in agreement leaning into his side, naturally causing him to blush like always.

“Are you going?”

Mira shook her head, “Probably not.”

“Why not?”

“Shin, my family and I haven't gotten along in years. I've tried going over a few times and it always ends in a fight.”

She ignored the look he gave her in favor of playing with his fingers, a habit she picked up on when he still tapped them.

“Mira, they're still your family nanodayo. We've been together for nearly 3 years and I don't recall you seeing them at all.”

“Not true, I've seen my brother.”

“Mira.”

“Look, I don't want to go because I don't want to fight and that's exactly what will happen. Especially going now.”

He gave Mira a slight confused look, “What does that mean?”

She sighs turning to face him, “We've been together for about 3 years and aren’t engaged, I'm perfectly with how things have been going but my parents are incredibly judgmental and will nag and question why. There's also the fact that I’m 2 years older than you. And even though it’s incredibly stupid, my parents will not agree with the fact that I'm with someone younger than me. And to top all of that off I'm pregnant out of wedlock, big no no to my parents. We also fight about my brother everytime I'm there. I guess they invited him too so this is going to be twice the chaos.”

Midorima adjusted his glasses looking down at her, “I understand these situations can be uncomfortable, but they're still your family and you haven't seen them in years. For all you know they may have changed from the last time you saw them.”

Mira halfheartedly glared at him and sighed realizing this wasn't going anywhere, “You aren't letting this go until I agree to go are you?”

“I don't intend to.”

“Fine. But if I have to deal with them you're coming with me.”

He turned his full attention to her, “What! Why am I involved in this?”

“You got involved when you bugged me into going. And besides, as you've said, we've been together for 3 years, and you've yet to meet my family.”

If looks could kill Mira would be dead right now, multiple times over.

“You'll see why I don't get along with them and I promise you'll never end up going with them again and you won't bug me into it.”

Midorima lets out a sigh leaning back into his seat, “I suppose. When are we supposed to be there?”

“Saturday at 5.”

(Skip to weekend)

“Remind me again why we're here?” Mira groaned as they pulled up in front of her parents house. She ignored the slightly surprised look that snuck his way to his face. She’d given him warning that her family was pretty well off.

He recovered quickly enough, “Because they're your family nanodayo.”

Mira rolled her eyes trying to mentally prepare herself for the interaction tonight. They climbed out of the car and started making their way up to the house. Mira spotted her brother coming up the sidewalk and waved.

“So you decided to come too huh.” Kenjuro said, returning the gesture.

“Not really, Shin forced me into it. I'm kinda surprised you came though.”

He shrugged, “Boyfriend forced me to. He offered to come for moral support but you and I both know that that would have been a really bad idea.”

“How’s Reo-chan doing?” Mira asked as they started walking up the sidewalk to the house.

“Good. I watched him play basketball with his old team from high school. So that was kinda exciting .”

They finally reached the door and stood awkwardly glancing at each other until Midorima gently nudged her forward.

“Ok ok sheesh.”

Mira knocked on the door secretly hoping that her parents would ignore them and not answer….sadly that did not happen. Much to her dismay her sister Aika answered the door.

“Hey Kenjuro, Mira.” Aika greeted them with a fake sweet smile.

“Hey Aika, happy birthday.”

Mira slipped past her with Kenjuro and toed her my shoes off pulling Midorima in behind her.

“Hello Mira, Kenjuro. We're glad you could make it.” Her parents appeared at the door to greet them

“Hey mom, hey dad.” Mira forced a smile.

“Who is your guest Mira?”

“Oh, right, Um, mom dad, this is Midorima Shintarou, my boyfriend. Shin, these are my parents.”

“It's nice to meet you Hashigawa-San.” Midorima politely greeted her parents.

“The pleasure is ours. Please right this way. Dinner is almost ready.”

Everyone started filing into the dining room, Mira and Midorima following behind last.

“I don't understand your concern. Your parents seem rather pleasant.” He mumbled quietly so only Mira could hear it.

“Oh, just wait for dinner. That's usually when the show starts.”

They all took a seat at the table, Kenjuro sitting as far as possible from their parents. Which left Mira and her sister to sit by them. Midorima sat next to Mira starting to notice the awkward atmosphere.

“So Mira. It's been a while since we've last spoken. What have you been up to?” Her father asked after a few moments of silence.

Mira hesitated a second before preparing to answer, this most likely this wasn’t going to go well.

“Working mostly, I just finished up art school not that long ago so I've been working freelance for a while. Making films for tourist companies, helping design Billboards, things like that.”

Her parents stayed quiet before turning their attention to Midorima.

“Midorima-San, may I ask what you do for a living?”

“I am going into the medical field. I'm currently working on my internship at the hospital.” Midorima straightened up answering.

Mira’s father nodded, “Then a man as logical as you, you can't support this crazy dream of hers.”

Midorima froze and glanced at Mira before answering, “It's her decision to make and if it's something that she feels strongly about then naturally she has my support.”

Her father was about to say something when he was cut off, “Now now dear, we're trying to have a nice civilized dinner tonight. Ok, this is a discussion we can have another time.”

Mira quickly turned her attention back to her food to avoid more questions. It worked for a while. Although this point Midorima was very uncomfortable. Kenjuro followed Mira’s lead but he's usually safe from questions. Their parents hate the fact that he's gay so they usually don't even acknowledge that part of his life.

“Mira.”

Mira looked up from her plate to see her mom holding the wine bottle out to her.

“Oh no thank you mom. I'm good.”

Aika snorted across the table, “wow, you of all people are turning down alcohol?”

Mira rolled her eyes, “do you really want to go there Aika?”

She shrugged, “I'm just saying for a while here sobriety was not your strong suit,” Mira shot a glare at her across the table, “oops sorry, did your boyfriend not know about that?”

“Do mom and dad know you've been sneaking into the liquor cabinet since you were like 14?” Mira shot right back at her.

Of course he knows, he helped her get her act cleaned up. Still a rather sensitive topic right now.

“Ok that's enough you two.”

Mira rolled her eyes at her dads warning, ready to leave. On top of the unpleasant conversation, the constant nausea from the morning sickness was rough on her today.

“Mira, you ok?” Kenjuro asked, starting to notice her discomfort.

She just nodded waiting for the nausea to subside, “Yeah, stomach is just a little upset.”

Naturally Aika didn't seem to miss a thing.

“Oh my god you're pregnant aren't you?”

Mira immediately tensed up, hoping to completely avoid this topic, “What are you talking about?”

“You aren’t drinking which is pretty out of the ordinary for you, you’re randomly sick and I’ve noticed the weight gain.” Aika quickly insinuated.

Mira didn't answer, deciding instead just to get up and get ready to leave. Midorima grabbed her hand to stop her, it seems like he has other plans.

“They were going to eventually find out Mira.” He said, looking up at her.

“Is that a confirmation?” Her father looked back and forth between them waiting for an answer.

Mira sighs, “Yeah dad, it is. I'm pregnant.”

Neither of the parents said anything right away. The tension gathering in the air was enough to show that this news was about to be either very well accepted or very poorly.

“We had the perfect life laid out for you. All you had to do was do as you were told and follow it.” Her father started to lecture, “First you turn down one of the best universities in Japan, and then rather than going to any university at all for a real career, you start to follow this ridiculous idea at some art school, and now you're 23 and pregnant. You couldn't have at least been decent enough to get married before spreading your legs for the first guy to take interest in you?!”

For the first time in an argument with them, Mira was speechless. Her father certainly had a tendency to be cruel, but that was low even for him. He continued yelling, Kenjuro and Aika eventually getting involved in the argument. Mira started to tune out the yelling. This whole night has done nothing but stress her out, and stress is not good for her right now. She felt a sharp pain rip through her abdomen and lower back which snapped her back to reality and the current argument at hand.

“I don't understand where I went wrong with the two of you. My son is a faggot and my daughter is a who-”

“That's enough,” Mirodrima said sternly, “I understand you don't agree with Mira’s life choices. But you cannot control her. She is an adult and it's still her decision to make. As for her being pregnant. No it's not ideal timing right now. My parents were rather disappointed as well.

We’re not married, and I’m only 21 years old and in medical school while starting this family, but we’re doing it. And my parents have never once referred to myself or Mira in such a derogatory manner.”

“Shintarou.” Mira grabbed his hand and squeezed to get his attention.

He crouched by her side, “What's wrong?”

“Can we go? I'm starting to cramp badly and I'm just ready to go home.” She whined starting to stand up.

“Yeah let's go, but I'm going to call your doctor to make sure that things are ok before we go home.”

He helped her stand up and started walking with her to the front door. He occasionally glared back behind them to make sure their family got the hint to leave them alone. Kenjro followed behind them to the car. Midorima helped her into the passenger seat taking her keys to drive.

“Feel better sis, call me later so I know things are ok.”

Kenjuro closed the door and then went around to talk to Midorima who was on the phone. Once he hung up he turned his attention to Kenjuro to talk to him before climbing into the car.

“How are you feeling? Are you still in pain?”

She shook her head, “No, it stopped for now. I just feel really sick now.”

He nodded and started the car. The ride home was fairly silent as he focused on the road and Mira focused on not throwing up. He pulled up to their apartment and he quickly came around to her side in case she needed help getting inside.

“Your doctor said that as long as you aren't bleeding and you don't continue to be in pain that you should be ok. Sometimes some cramping isn’t uncommon, especially in stressful situations. But if they start again she wants us to come immediately,” He explained while they were settling in the bedroom, “so if you're in pain like that again I don't care what time it is wake me up and we’ll go ok.”

Mira nodded changing into one of his shirts to sleep.

“Why do you insist on stealing my clothes all the time, you have your own dresser full of them.” He grumbled and changed as well.

“Oh stop whining,” She teased looking back at him, “I only steal your shirts and it's only for bed. Besides you never wear these.”

He grumbled under his breath again while he settled in bed. Mira crawled in next to him and curled up into his side. He's finally used to cuddling with her...it only took him forever to do so. He turned on the lamp on his side of the bed signaling that he planned on reading for a bit before bed.

“Don't fall asleep with your glasses on again.” Mira said rolling over to turn off the light.

He scoffed, “that was once.”

She chuckled, situating herself into a comfortable position to drift off. Mira was nearly asleep when Midorima poked her in her back to get her attention.

“Hmm? What's up?” She rolled over and looked at him.

“What your parents said earlier, it's bothering me.”

She sighed and sat up, “Just ignore it. Don't ever let anything they say bother you. Like you saw they're a bunch of judgmental assholes.”

He shook his head, “Nothing like that. They aren't bothering me. It just has me thinking. Are you really ok with how things are going?”

She cocked an eyebrow at his question, “I told you earlier I was. I mean, so long as you aren't planning on taking off on me anytime soon I'm perfectly fine with how we're doing ok.”

He nodded, setting his book aside, “we should go to sleep.”

Mira leaned over and kissed Midorima before laying back down, “Goodnight Shin.”

Midorima returned the kiss and put his book away before laying down and wrapping his arm around her, “Goodnight Mira.”

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vkookjamz · 4 years ago

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⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

It had been about an hour or so after breakfast, the rest of Bangtan and you were in Jin's black truck driving out to the mall.

Tae suggested to head out shopping for you some proper clothes after everyone finished a very awkward breakfast and got ready.

Perhaps he wanted a little something from Gucci for himself since you saw him grab his own wallet humming Gucci Gang before he walked out the door-

You were excited to go, not that you weren't used to it. Now you wouldn't have to worry about keeping up with the guys since- you were human. Well, somewhat at least.

Jin was driving with Namjoon in the passenger seat beside him, swiping through his phone listening to music.

You sat between Hoseok and Jimin in the second row, while Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi sat together in the back.

"Why is it I have to sit in the back?! I called shotgun" Tae complained with a whine crossing his arms.

"I'm oldest and it's my car so I say who sits where" Jin shrugged glaring at Tae through the rearview mirror, who was glaring back.

"But it's not fairrrrrrr Namjoon always sits in the front! I always get stuck in the back!"

"Aish Tae-" Namjoon was cut off.

"Taehyung shut up. You've been complaining the past twenty minutes and where you're seated isn't gonna change" Jungkook seemed even more irritated than before he'd left the dorms.

"Jungkook don't say what I'm meant to say- but yes Taehyung, what he said" Jin nodded with a hum, focusing his eyes back on the road.

You bit your lip feeling your ears hang low in a small wave of sadness at Jungkook's aggressive mood.

"Hey Jungkook-ah don't be so grouchy you're making y/n's ears go down and look gloomy.." Jimin spoke glancing at you next to him.

Smiling softly as he spoke, he reached to give your head a pat sweetly to cheer you up. "Oh wait- her ears!!"

"What about them Joon? They are up now don't worry she's happy" Hoseok beamed, joining Jimin in stroking your head.

Namjoon shook his head and sighed waving off Hoseok's attempt to reassure him. "No I mean we need to hide her ears, and face actually- "

Your ears once again hung low. What was the problem with them- and your face too?? They were probably ashamed.. "Is something wrong with me??"

"Ah Joonie you're right- No y/n, it's just that we are used to going out in public with cat you- not half cat you-" Jin explained after seeing your worry.

Tae let out a quiet sigh muttering, "Hybrid... "

Jin whipped his head to look at the younger in the backseat, who was now curled up "HUSH TAEHYUNG-"

"Don't feel bad or worry princess- it's just for your protection and so nobody will start any rumors about all of us with some girl- which happens to be you" Namjoon finished, giving you a smile.

Suddenly you jumped squeaking as a grey beanie landed in your lap, having been thrown to you from behind.

"Wow what a generous way to hand something to her" Yoongi's words laced with sarcasm.

Turning around, you sat on your knees facing the back row to see a head shaking Yoongi and a mid eye roll Jungkook.

Why was he so grumpy- He'd never spoken so rude to Taehyung before, and now throwing things at you?

Before, he would coo your name and give you things when you wanted- sometimes you didn't even have to ask. Jungkook would just randomly treat you with thoughtful gifts.

Although it didn't seem like that sweet caring side of him would be present any time soon.

He reached up to hand his black face mask, both of your fingers brushed against each other softly in the process of you taking it gently from his grip. "Just wear my hat and mask to hide yourself until we get there and I'll buy a new one for you"

Unknowingly, you had begun to purr, causing Jungkook to lick his lips at you, quickly returning to his grouchy state. Leaving you to turn back around putting on the hat.

'Aish Jungkook.. '

Sighing, you let go of the cold interaction turning to look at Hoseok with a fresh cheeky smile as you cupped your face.

"How does it look Hobi??" squealing in his own excitement at your cute appearance, he returned your smile by sharing his own brightly.

"AIGOOOO Y/N-AHHH YOU LOOK SO PRECIOUS!! Yah Jimin-ah! Look how cute!!" reaching out, Hoseok squished your hands against your cheeks with his own so you made a puffy fish face.

Continuing to giggle playing along with the two, having Jungkook watch jealously the entire time.

~Time Skippy~

Jungkook's POV

I mentally sighed watching her, she seemed so happy and playful with Hobi and Jimin.

Why couldn't I bring myself to be that way with her too? It's not that I'm really angry at her..

Just- everytime I look at her.. No. Stop it Jungkook. She's your baby girl. Don't think like that!

"You're not good with girls at all are you Kookie?" turning I faced Yoongi who wore a slight smirk.

I huffed shaking my head looking the other way. Why is he still testing me? I already told him everything.

*flashback*

"Because she's mine".

The older raised his eyebrow slightly then crossing his arms. Pursing his lips he looked at Jungkook in an inquisitive state of mind.

"She's not an object Jungkook, she's a living thing with a mind of her own. Also, if you care so deeply for her still, why is it you've been acting like you're absolutely disgusted by her very presence?"

Jungkook sighed rubbing his fingers against across forehead, taking a seat back down on the couch. Placing his head into his hands running his fingers through his now messy hair.

Yoongi had never seen the boy so stressed. Without permission he sat beside him, resting the sides of his elbows on his knees while cupping his hands in front of him.

The younger kept is gaze averted down, "Hyung.. I just don't know how I feel about her. Or if I'm even supposed to, and I get so frustrated because all I want is to understand.. "

"Jungkook-ah, I of all people understand how you feel towards y/n. I saw it in your face when I decided to test your nerves" Yoongi chuckled earning a frown from the boy beside him.

Jungkook sat up properly, looking back at you with the other members. All laughing and having pancakes.

Giving a sympathetic smile, Yoongi rested his hand on his shoulder. "Kook you really need to talk to her. Soon. I see her ears droop more and more by the second with the way you keep treating her"

"I'm afraid- I'm afraid I'll mess up with her and I don't want that.. In the end.. I just want my y/n happy.. But I feel if I try anything it'll be wrong or hurt her" Scrunching up his face the other male, he turned to look at the girl along with Jungkook.

Yoongi sighed sitting up as well, giving his maknae's shoulder a pat while clearing his throat.

"Right now you're not off to a good start, but for now just try and NOT be a dick to her. You don't have to try anything. Just be her appa again" Jungkook nodded slowly pursing his own lips.

Yoongi stared carefully at Jungkook for a moment, his own thoughts keeping him at a loss for words. But deciding to leave to let the other to dwell on what he'd said.

The younger watched as he left, meanwhile he stayed sitting for a bit longer. Observing you.

You were precious to him.

Your smile was as bright as the full moons light, soft and subtle but it could shine through even the purest darkness.

Your laugh contagious to everyone else around you.

You were perfect.

But could he still be your appa..

When he wanted to be more..

*end of flashback*

With a groan I leaned my head back against the seat, only to quickly sit back up upon feeling my pocket vibrate.

I pulled my phone out of my jacket sighing as I unlocked my screen to read the message I had been sent.

My eyes widened slightly with my brows raising along with them, my face contorting into a confused frown as I finished reading.

Thankfully no one could see my first frantic reaction, having been shielded thanks to my black bucket hat.

"Yah, Jungkookie we're almost there so be sure to grab your bad" giving a nod at Tae's words and pat on my shoulder, I slipped my phone back into my pocket letting out a heavy sigh as Jin pulled in a spot to park.

But that message..

"We told you to get rid of her. It's only a matter of time before you see what monster is curled up at your feet"

Who the hell kept texting me. And why is it always about my y/n..

I'd blocked the number each time I received a message. Which wasn't often but still. If it was some sort of prank the joke was long dead.

Soon y/ns smiling face poked from behind her seat as the others were getting out "Jungkook-appa! Are you coming?"

I would try and talk to her. I would put my own deep desires aside. Because in the end it wouldn't matter if I couldn't keep her safe.

"I'm coming kitten.. "

A/n: Sorry if this is a little sloppy, I wasn't sure how to lay it out on here the way I originally did on wattpad~

-ⓙ

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shadow-assassin-blix · 4 years ago

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Nothin’ Holdin’ Me Back

Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Reader

The last of the Shawn Mendes song fics. Will be working on new set soon. Um. Let’s see. Warnings.... insecurities? I guess.

Everything tag list: @mikeisthricedeceased

Oscar Tag: @m-1234

I wanna follow where she goes

I think about her and she knows it

Santi woke up to an incoming text. He smirked when he saw the name, ‘Daiquiri.’ He opened the text to see it was a message asking him to come over and that she was lonely.

He chuckled at her message. He had been seeing her for a few weeks. He had met her at a bar a while back. All she drank was frozen Daiquiris because that’s the only drink she liked. After several drinks, the both of them had stumbled back to his place. It might not have been the best experience for both of them, but the next several times certainly made up for it.

He got dressed, brushed his teeth, and after making sure he had his keys, wallet, and phone, he was gone. She lived only a couple blocks from him, so he simply walked over to her place. He had a skip in his step, as he went up the stairs to her townhouse. He knocked on the door, waiting with a smirk.

It took her a moment to answer, and she looked frazzled.

“Hi. I’m sorry. We’re… this… My home is throwing a hissy fit, and apparently wanted a pool,” She complained, glancing back toward her kitchen with a groan.

“I’m sorry. I wasted your time,” She apologized with a small sigh, looking down.

Santi sighed softly, lifting her chin back up. “Tell me what happened?”

I wanna let her take control

'Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah

Just like that, their usual get togethers became something more. Soon, he was over to help her fix random stuff. Or he saw these flowers and they reminded him of her.

She wasn’t going to complain. She enjoyed spending more time with him. He always knew how to brighten her day with small, simple gestures. She was beginning to love just seeing him randomly, and not just for sex.

Sometimes he would come over just to talk. He often has nightmares about the incident in Colombia and just wants someone who will listen without judgment. She liked that he would confide in her. It made her feel like he trusted her.

One night, it was about 3am when he called. She had gone to answer it, but he hung up before she could. She stared at her phone, after trying to call him back twice with no success. She laid gnawing on her lip in worry. She decided to just go to him.

She got up threw on some sweats and a cardigan, hopping into her car and driving over to his place. She stepped up to his house and knocked. Waiting. Soon enough he answered the door.

She looked him over, spying the sweat on his face, and how worn out he appeared.

She simply pushed past him, taking his hand into hers, once he closed the door again, and led him back to him his room. She laid down, pulling him with her, and making him lay down. He situated himself, lying on top of her, his head resting on her chest. He sighed once, before holding her to him tightly. She ran her fingers through his hair, lulling him back to sleep.

She says that she's never afraid

Just picture everybody naked

After that night, they hardly left each other’s side. Besides work, they would often have dinner with each other, or would just spend the day together on a weekend. There were some evenings where they would go and hang out with friends, but they always missed one another.

Santi was tempted to introduce her to the guys but wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. His team were his family, and he didn’t want to risk them hating each other for whatever reason. On a deeper level… was he ready for that? Was he ready for her to see him entirely? That level of commitment that he has never shown before?

It scared him a bit. He knew that he really liked her. Hell, he would even go as far say that he loved her. But did he really? He’s never known love before. He’s never been with a girl long enough to get to that point (or ever wanted to get that close).

One night, he came over and wanted to talk some things out. He forgot however, that she had her girlfriends over for a girl’s night in. So, when he knocked on the door, he wasn’t prepared for all the giggles and laughter he heard, as she opened the door.

“Santi? Hi. Why are you here baby?” She asked him with a smile, slight concern in her eyes.

“Oh. Sorry. I forgot tonight was girl’s night. I just wanted to talk about some stuff. It can… wait. I’ll let you get back to... everything,” He tried to backtrack, wincing slightly.

“Um. Before you go… would you… would you like to meet them? They seem to be under the impression that I made you up,” She mock whispered to him.

He chuckled at that, and said, “If it doesn’t bother you or them, sure. Why not?”

A few minutes later he met her three best friends who all made vague threats to castrate and murder him, if he ‘shattered their best friend’s heart.’

He figured if she was okay with him meeting her best friends, it was time for her to meet his.

She really doesn't like to wait

Not really into hesitation

A week later, she was strolling into a bar, looking for Santi and his friends. She spotted them, and quietly analyzed the group that was with him. There were 3 men, and a woman who had a small baby with her. All 3 men were tall, and well built. Two were blue eyed but one was blonde, the other brunette. The third was tan, with dark hair and eyes. He was currently making faces at the baby trying to get her to laugh.

She slowly made her way over to them, even though she felt like she was interrupting them.

Santi turned his head and spotted her, a smile breaking out on his face as he beckoned her over. She shyly walked up to him, kissing him on the cheek. He introduced to her everyone and pulled out her chair when she went to go sit next to him. He called her by her nickname Daiquiri which made her laugh a bit.

She was quiet for most of dinner, mainly because they made her nervous. She was afraid of saying something and them taking it poorly or something. She wanted them to like her; these were the most important people in his life.

Halfway through the guys got up to go play a round of pool, and she was left with Maria, Frankie’s girl, and their baby, Isobel.

“You can relax around them you know?” Maria softly tells her once they were away.

“I… I’m having a hard time doing so” She admitted, feeling slightly defeated.

“I understand. I was the same way when I first met them too. They have like a hive mind, and inside jokes that I still don’t understand. But they are all genuinely nice guys, so breathe. Loosen up,” Maria assured her, shaking her teasingly. “Here. Hold Isobel for a moment, I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Maria hands her the baby, as she stood up and the walked away. She stares at the baby concerned for a moment, gently adjusting her in her arms. She sighed softly, looking down at her. Isobel giggled at her, as she grabbed a lock of her hair.

“Oh? You like my hair? Please don’t tug on it, princess. I know. It’s very tempting, but ow,” She winced slightly as Isobel gave it a sharp tugged.

She gently untangled her hair from the teeny tiny fist with baby hulk strength. Once her hair was free, she simply just started talking to her. Isobel watched her with an odd look of awe as she spoke, and soon fell asleep in her arms. She didn’t know quite what to do, so she just stayed there, somewhat rocking her.

When Maria returned, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Isobel was asleep, and helped Daiquiri lay her gently into her baby carrier.

She looked up to see what the guys were doing and wished she hadn’t immediately. A pretty young girl, was standing next to Santi, heavily flirting with him, and he… from the looks of it… wasn’t ignoring her advances. In fact, he looked a lot like the night they first met: leaning to the side, a hand in his pocket, and a smirk on his face.

She bit her lip. She wasn’t quite sure what to do. They never really said they were exclusive. Never really spoke about what they were to one another. She looked down, not wanting to watch anymore. She just quietly pulled out some cash, to pay for her meal and tip, before quickly leaving. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed that the girl who was over with Santi, had walked away from him, frowning.

Pulls me in enough to keep me guessing, whoa

And maybe I should stop and start confessing

Santi hadn’t realized what had happened. All he knew was after he and Frankie won their game, he looked over to where Daiquiri had been and sees she was no longer there.

Maria, however, was and she was frowning deeply at him. He made his way over to her, and asked, “Where did she go?”

“Probably home. Since you seemed to have a grand ol’ time with malibu barbie over there,” Maria informed him with slight disgust.

“Malib- what are you talking about? I told her she was too young for me, and that I had a girlfriend?” He defended.

“That’s not how it looked from here,” Maria tells him with a sigh.

“Shit. What do I do? I… I’m in love with this girl Maria,” He begged her, stressing, running a hand through his hair worriedly.

“Go. After. Her.” Maria explained slowly.

Santi nodded, quickly paying for his tab and rushing out. He was freaking out on the drive to her place. He didn’t know what to say or do to make this right. He just knew that what she saw wasn’t what it seemed.

He quickly parked in front of her house, and rushed up to the door, knocking.

He heard a slight shuffling, before the door opened slightly.

“What Santi?” She asked, her voice cracking, as she stood there, not even opening the door wide enough for him to see her.

“Can we… can we please talk? I swear. I wasn’t flirting with that girl. I was telling her I had a girl,” Santi desperately tried to plead.

She snorted lightly, not quite believing him.

“You don’t have to explain. It’s not like we…” Her voice faltered for a moment. “It’s not like we said we were exclusive. So. Technically you’re perfectly allowed to do whatever you want.”

“Baby… that’s not… that’s.. I..” He didn’t know what to say to that.

“Look. I’m tired. Um. I just want to go to bed right now. We can… talk later… or something,” She told him as she closed the door.

Confessing, yeah

'Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far

I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright

A talk… that she kept avoiding. She wanted to talk to him, but then her mind would think up all the reasons why she shouldn’t bother.

‘You weren’t exclusive.’

‘This was just a friends with benefits thing.’

‘You didn’t mean anything to him.’

‘He’s known for not settling down with one chick.’

‘Why would he settle down with you?’

The last thought, in particular, was the main reason why she’s been avoiding him. She knew the moment she met him that he wasn’t the type for commitment. But for a while there, she let herself hope. She really thought that maybe he had changed.

So, she avoided his calls and texts. She avoided his knocks on her door at all hours. Some of her friends wanted to go and beat him up for hurting her. She told him to let it go, that she was the idiot who fell in love with him.

Her best friend, however, had a different thought. One night, she came over to talk.

“Okay. Imma say something. I want you to listen to me for a moment. If you truly meant nothing to him, why is he blowing up your phone left and right? Why is he trying to talk to you constantly to explain?” Amanda, her friend, questioned.

She didn’t know what to say to that.

“Go. Talk. To. Him. Let him explain fully what happened. If nothing did, then fucking move on. You are miserable, so go. To. Him,” Amanda stated firmly, pulling her to the door. “I’m locking you out of your own house, bye.”

Amanda shoved her out, and she heard the lock turn.

“I hate you!” She shouted at her through the door.

“Love you too. Go fix things with your man!” Amanda called back.

She made the awkward stroll over to Santi’s place, shivering because it was chilly out and she had no jacket.

When she stood in front of his door, she bit her lip, fidgeting with her hands.

She slowly reached up and knocked.

If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark

I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright

Santi… was not doing okay. He hadn’t realized it, but she had become his anchor. She grounded him when the days or nights got rough. It had only been a few days, but he was struggling. He was having a hard time sleeping.

His head jerked up when he heard the knocking. Thinking it was one of the guys, he sighed loudly, getting up from the couch and answering it.

He was surprised when he sees her there instead.

“Hi,” She whispered.

He looked her over, noticing her eyes were puffy from crying and she was slightly shivering.

“Did… did you walk over here? Honey. It’s 34 degrees out! Get inside,” He stated, pulling her in, rubbing her arms with his hands.

“Amanda. L-locked me out. T-told me to come t-talk to you finally,” She slightly stuttered out, as she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to warm up.

“Did Amanda think to check the current temperature before doing this? C’mon. C’mere.” He beckoned leading her to the couch where he threw one of the several blankets she brought over on various dates, around her shoulders.

He went into his kitchen and quickly made her a cup of hot chocolate, bringing it over to her gently. She took it from him, the warmth of the mug, immediately taking the chill from her hands. He sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close.

It took some time, but soon enough her shivering had subsided.

“I wasn’t flirting with that chick. I swear. I almost lost that game of pool, because I kept watching you. Seeing you hold Isobel… drove me crazy. I never thought about that kind of stuff before…” He quietly explained to her.

“I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions, I should have… let you explain. I… I just… figured… you were bored of me or something…” She mumbled back, sniffling slightly.

“Nah. I… I’m crazy for you baby. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. I… I love you,” He whispered pressing a kiss to her head.

I know we'd be alright, we would be alright

Oh, I've been shaking

She felt her breath catch as he confessed that. She could feel her lip tremble and tears well up in her eyes. She wasn’t expecting that.

“You don’t have to say it back just yet. I just want you to know… you’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else. No one else can compare to you,” He said sweetly.

She bit her lip and nodding her head slightly. She slowly finished her drink and Santi set the empty cup into the sink, rinsing it out. She got up and walked over to him. She stood behind him, and slowly wrapped her arms around him, resting her face against his back.

She raised herself to her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the small scar at his neck. She felt him shiver slightly at the sensation. He slowly turned around to her, his arms going around her waist.

“Umm. Would… would you like to stay the night?” He asked her hesitantly.

She nodded her head. She bit her lip for a moment, before going back onto her tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He kissed her back, his hands moving down to her thighs.

“Jump,” He muttered against her lips.

She does so, and he catches her, walking the two of them up to his bedroom.

I love it when you go crazy

You take all my inhibitions

It took some time, but the two of them got back to normal routine. They had a long conversation together, which ended in him officially stating that he was hers, and she was his.

Santi realized from that conversation that meeting all of the guys, was a little intimidating. So, he tried again, but one at a time. Frankie and her immediately hit it off, especially when Isobel recognized her and got very excited.

Will was a bit more cautious but soon they were having conversation about dominos and fidget spinners and weird traps. They are now planning a whole elaborate chain reaction of dominoes.

Benny was overactive and excitable, but she got used to it fairly quickly. He was a bit like a overgrown puppy in her words.

Soon enough, they were going out with the whole group. One night, they had gone out with the whole gang and were playing a game of darts. The guys for all their military know-how, were awful. She kept laughing at all of them when they would try to go for the bullseye and failed.

Santi dared her, “You try then.”

She took the darts from him and tossed all three into the bullseye with ease.

Santi stared at her in awe, “How?”

“A lady never reveals her secrets,” She teased moving away from him.

He chased after her, grabbing her and tickling her. Her laughter was high pitched and infectious.

When she finally got over her giggles, she said something that he wasn’t expecting.

“I love you,” She said breathless.

Santi couldn’t stop smiling all night. He wasn’t sure what the future held in store for him, but he knew one thing: he had the love of his life by his side.

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back (oh whoa)

#santiago pope garcia #santi x reader #santiago garcia x reader #song fic

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mistaeq · 4 years ago

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Akira Otoishi: General Fluff HCs and Hilarious Shenanigans

TW // none

I want to dedicate this work to @golden-narcissus , my cutest Akira simp and the person who inspires me about loving new characters everyday !! don't ever change Tea ily <3 // also... shoutout to all the akira simps out there ^_^

Akira Otoishi General Fluff Headcanons and Hilarious Shenanigans

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If you're a stand user, you probably met because Red Hot Chili Pepper accidentally scared you by randomly appearing in front of you from a near payphone.

Akira apologized, and when he realized you could see Chili Pepper, he immediately got interested in you and in your abilities.

If you're not a stand user, you probably met in a music shop, and you both reached for the last cd left of your favourite artist.

Akira was about to get upset, before noticing those beautiful eyes of yours begging him to let you take it. He couldn't say no, but he earned a pleasant conversation about your music tastes, in exchange.

He's the kind of musician who likes bragging about his skills. He'll straight up show you the most difficult thing he can do, just to play it cool afterwards and say it's just easy stuff, for him.

He panics when you play his game and ask him to show you something more difficult, then. So adorable.

Akira uses Red Hot Chili Pepper to charge your phone in the fastest way ever. He just likes to see you smile when your phone battery seems to be dead and he saves the situation.

If you're lucky enough to get to see him out of his habitat, in a domestic environment, get ready to messy bun Akira! He loves his long, purple hair, but also loves not to find his own hair everywhere, above all in his food.

Always make sure you fill him of little nothings, such as little sleepy kisses, a morning hug, a daily smile and flying "I love you"'s.

He's probably a romantic guy, he does his best. If you enter his room while he's practising, he'll improvise a little song - it might be either sweet or stupid - for you, right there and then. He has a different idea everytime. Great artist.

If you happen to get interested in his guitar, Akira will be more than happy to teach you how to use that. A good excuse to keep you close.

You'll sit on his lap, while his hands on yours will guide you on how to play his guitar. You're the only one allowed to touch it besides him.

Akira will kiss your cheek and neck several times, while teaching you how to play the guitar. You always end up forgetting about the instrument and smooching. After five lessons, you hadn't learnt anything.

If you happen to fight, expect him to follow you around the house singing you a personal adaptation of the song "Ice Cold Rita" from Flushed Away. He's a playful man. And he loves cartoons.

"��Ice cold y/n ~ never did I meet a ~ girl/boy who's half's so cruel ~ I offered them a jewel ~ but they left me stuck ~ ignored me all the time ~ what a shoddy thing to do to Akira... to me! ~ Akira ~ Otoishi ~ from Morioh ~🎵"

Until you don't kiss him or talk to him, he'll keep singing it. You two can't stay angry at each other for too much time, he needs affection, and that's why he'll follow you around singing that song.

He likes watching something with you, before sleeping. You let Akira choose what to watch, because he's hilarious. "So... y/n... can we watch The Aristocats?" He knows Romeo's song by heart.

Akira will fall asleep first, if you watch something together. Take care of him and bring him in your bed to make sure he can sleep properly. Then, cuddle up in his arms. He loves waking up to his arms holding you.

Being his stand the representation of his soul, sometimes his lightning pigeon will want to cuddle with you. Unfortunately, Akira can't let it, or it would unwillingly shock you.

Like it or not, you're good friends with the Duwang Gang, and he'll deal with it. If you happen to go out together, he'll want to at least hold hands with you to not to feel alone.

Just keep him at a safety distance from Josuke and his best pal. Akira's willing to sincerely change, but he's done what he's done, and they aren't honestly willing to forget what happened to Keicho. Not now, at least. They'll accept him just for you, but don't get them close to each other. How to blame them.

Akira is not jealous, or at least not in a scary/obsessive way. But he has a strong jealousy towards other musicians. He'll make sure you still think he's the best.

He enjoys it a lot when you leave sweet kisses on his eye scar.

BONUS SCENE

"No."

"Please?" he puppy eyed you from under the blanket, munching on the popcorn you had prepared. "Just another time, come on..."

"Aki... it's the fourth time we watch One Hundred and One Dalmatians, this week." you said, getting on the couch with him. "Something different?" he pouted, and looked away. It was like dealing with a baby.

You smiled. He was a special man. Akira looked so tough in other people's eyes, probably because of his past. Little did other people know that in reality he was a pouty mess who liked to tease you with dumb and funny songs and watch an embarrassing amount of cartoons. You would have managed to make your friends understand how much was he trying to improve himself.

Your hands caressed his wavy and curly purple hair. He had washed it today, and you could feel it and smell it, a pleasant lavender scented shampoo. "I promise, we'll watch One Hundred and One Dalmatians next time, don't pout at me..." you caressed his cheek. "What about we don't watch anything instead? We're distracted by a cartoon every night, what if we cuddle and smooch a bit this time?"

"Smooch?" Akira repeated, looking at you as you wrapped your loving arms around his torso and nuzzled against his chest. His hands held you tight, he lowered his head to kiss you on your forehead. "Maybe the cartoons can really wait, huh..." the boy lay completely on the couch, as you climbed on him, and kissed him sweetly.

"I love you. I love you..." you giggled, kissing his lip, his cheek and his jaw. Akira smiled, but stared at the ceiling.

"This is good..." he caressed your back. "You might be the only one."

"Don't say it, Akira... Don't." you begged, holding him tighter.

"It's just the truth... I've done a lot of stupid shit... I only have you, in Morioh Cho." you huffed, and sat on his lap, him still laying down. You caressed his cheeks.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Aki. You're just improving yourself." your hand squished his soft skin. "You're pretty, you're smart, you're cute..." you raised an eyebrow. "You have a nice booty..." he giggled. Music for your ears.

"A nice booty won't make your friends accept me, y/n..." you leaned down and kissed him before he could say something more.

"Akira Otoishi." you played with a lock of his hair you loved so much. "You don't have to change for my friends. You have to change for yourself. And you're doing great, baby. You feel me?" he just nodded. "Good." You rested your forehead on his, gazing at the smile that was now appearing on his mouth. "Very good."

You kissed his cheeks once more, inhaling his delicate, perfect scent. You could tell he was stressed and tired, poor thing. As you held his hand to kiss it, a thought came to your mind, an idea to make him smile. Maybe he could be happier, like that. "So... Akira, love... wanna watch One Hundred and One Dalmatians?"

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo part four #diamond is unbreakable #akira otoishi #akira x reader #akira otoishi x reader

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thatweeboverthereisthirsty · 5 years ago

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Hey, can I request relationship head-canons sfw and nsfw head canons about natsu with a fem s/o? Thank you

Why yes you can!!!! Also congrats on making my whole day by being my first request!!! This was a lot longer than I thought it would be and the SFW part didn’t include nearly enough stuff in my opinion but I felt that I would get to write about Natsu again so I shouldn’t worry. This was also my first part doing anything NSFW so I hope it’s good. I really hope you enjoy this anon, and thanks for making my day!!!

SFW:

Being in a relationship with Natsu would include many things

Expect a constantly messy house or at least partially messy depending on how often you feel like picking up after him

He leaves his stuff everywhere and to be completely honest it’s not as bad as some might think

He tries to stay even a bit cleaner since you got together, if not for you than for him

Once you slipped on something he left laying around and got hurt

It was just a bruise but he decided he never wanted to put you in that position again

Always in your house, ALWAYS

You could come home or enter a room randomly and BAMM he’s there helping himself to your food

You honestly don’t mind that much, sure paying for all the extra food he eats is annoying but it’s a small price to pay for such an amazing boyfriend

Besides even before you guys were together he made himself at home in your place

His clothes are in your drawers and some of his stuff is in your house too

Since he’s always around he figured why not bring some stuff over

You don’t care since it leaves you more Natsu scented clothes to wear when he’s off on jobs or when you’ve had a hard day

He smells like bonfire smoke, cinnamon, and ginger

It relaxes you after a day of stress so when he’s around you sit next to him and slump over so your head’s in his lap

He loves it when you do this but prefers when you sit in his lap so he can hold all of you at once

If you bury your face in his scarf, he’ll probably blush and call you cute

Sometimes you’ll cuddle with Happy instead and it makes him feel so incredibly happy he can’t help but smile as wide as he can

He loves both you and Happy so much, to see you both cuddling together and safe is one of the best things in the world for him

Favorite form of kiss: forehead kiss

It’s sweet and calm and so different than all the chaos that always surrounds him

Almost like you two are in your own little bubble and the rest of the world has slowed down

He’s so sweet sometimes it makes you melt

Expect him to tell you that he loves you at least twice a day

“Y/n, have I ever told you-” - Natsu

“That you love me? Yes, Natsu you have, and I love you too.” - Y/n

“Ok but I think I should say it again just for good measure, Y/n I-” - Natsu

“I think you’ve told her enough times man. Plus the rest of us don’t need to hear your lovey dovey crap.” - Gray

“YOU WANNA GO ELSA!” - Natsu

“BRING IT LAVAGIRL!” - Gray

NSFW:

Natsu isn’t necessarily a horny man

Or he wasn’t… until he met you

Your first time together was life changing for him

Your technique was a little rough but you both got the hang of it eventually, and when you did…. Oh man!

It was the type of sex you only see in movies

The ‘Stars exploding behind eyes’, and ‘ahegao faces galore’ type

Soon he craved your body almost as much as he craved food

Heck your body was better than food, it definitely tasted heavenly

He was a starving man for your breasts

He liked it when you rode him because he could watch them bounce everytime you sunk back down onto his length

They were so soft and squishy in his massive hands, he just wants to massage them with his tongue every time he sees them

Praise was a big thing for him

Not necessarily you praising him but he loved to praise you

Natsu loves to just push you down into the sheets and fuck you senseless while telling you how amazing you are

“You're so good, baby, you take me so well, so tight and wet for me, just the way I like it, you’re too good for me, I love you so much, my beautiful good girl”

The praise worked its way into every time you ever did it

Slow sensual, or hard and fast paced sex

No matter what he will always tell you how perfect you are for him

Praise is such a big thing for him that he could never talk down to you

Even if you were into that sort of thing it would be a total no go for him, he loves and cares about you too much

But that doesn’t mean that your sex is purely vanilla… 😏

His tongue, oh god his tongue

It’s so hot sometimes you feel like it will burn your lips as he licks them

Everytime you kiss, he pushes his tongue into your mouth and it spreads warmth through your whole face

When he sucks your breasts the temperature change from very hot to very cold as he switches to the other side makes you a moaning, writhing mess

Oh and how he eats you out

Natsu pushes your legs open and buries his face in between them

The heat adds so much extra stimulation that you cum twice as fast as you would with a normal man, that is if he’d let you cum

Natsu always tops and occasionally you decide to struggle

So he uses his scarf to tie your hands to the bedpost and ravage your body

He’s the type of guy that likes to dirty talk you till your soaked and then work his way down to your area before proceeding to eat you out until your on the very brink of cumming, then stopping to tease you about how you can’t cum till he “finishes his meal”

This leaves you breathless and shaking with desire, your head can’t wrap itself around anything but that you want him to let you cum finally, since your release has been denied so many times

When he finally decides you’ve had enough he’ll pound you into an earth shattering orgasm that has your eyes rolled all the way to the back your head and your toes curled

He always cums with you

As he cums Natsu will bite down right at the juncture of your neck and shoulders, marking you as his and his alone

He wants the world to see that you’ve been claimed and hates when you cover it up

If you try to hide it he will simply bite higher next time

Before you realized that he wanted the world to see the bite marks, you covered them constantly and it pissed him off

He came home from a particularly frustrating job once to see you putting makeup over the mark and it really got to him

He pulled you into the shower in order to wash the cover up off and pushed you against the wall growling about how he’d punish you if you ever covered his bite marks again

Needless to say you listened to him after that night and although there was some commentary from the guild, everyone slowly accepted the fact that a new array of bruises would appear on your neck every few days or as soon as the old ones disappear

Another fun thing Natsu does when he comes is momentarily lose control over his magic

Plumes of smoke will rise from him and he usually singes the sheets

A few times they actually caught on fair

You weren’t hurt of course but replacing sheets wasn’t fun and neither was holding back so as soon as you got flame retardant blankets and such, you were both very happy

The bed still catches on fire sometimes

Natsu’s response

“What can I say, you’re so damn hot it burns my body”

Loki taught him that one and when Lucy found out he didn’t live to tell the tale (lol)

Aftercare is also incredibly important to Natsu

Every time you two go at it he makes sure that you don’t hurt anywhere you shouldn’t and that you’re all clean as well

When that’s been takin care of he always holds you close and whispers “I love you” into your hair before falling asleep besides you

If Natsu ever had to leave before you woke up he would leave a sweet note telling you where he was off to and that he loves you

Natsu is a sweetie and you love it very much

#fairy tail #fairytail #natsu #natsu dragneel #natsu dragon slayer #dragon slayer #headcanon #fairy tail headcanon #natsu x reader #natsu headcanon

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caprina-mints · 4 years ago

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CRACKER! PLEASE JUST GIVE ME JASON AND LJ (idc poly or not qwq) WITH AN S/O ROMANTIC HEADCANONS JUST RANDOM ONES PLS IM BEGGING YOU; MY ENGLISH FLEW AWAY KSCNODCNDKJC; - Fibby

Random and Fluff Headcanons :

Jason the Toy Maker :

◈ His Manipulative Nature granted him the power to swoon over anyone with the use of sugary words and that tactic is mostly used on you.

◈ He's attention Starved and has this unspeakable fear of you walking away from his Life and he never feared anything more until you came along.

◈ Because if that Fear expect him to Randomly appear in the same room as you and smother you with affection and if you ever try to push him away--

◈ He will whine and guilt trip you so much he could cripple your conscious with simple words you immediately apologize and shower him with attention .

◈ He knew he's got you wrapped around his fingers.

◈ One of His hobby with you is teaching you how to make Toys and he enjoys watching your eyes concentrated on your work and how your brain would furrow everytime you're annoyed.

◈ On Most Days when he's tired he'd throw himself on you. Literally. His hands lazily hugging your waist and his head resting on your shoulder while giving a few butterfly kisses on your neck while muttering ' I love you'.

◈ He's always occupied with Making his Toys he sometimes forgets to eat. That's where you come along. You set up a timetable for all his meals and he was a bit reluctant at first saying it's useless to eat human food when he's a powerful being who doesn't need the necessary essentials to survive.

◈ He was acting High and Mighty at that time but He actually fainted because of that so you made a deal with him. If he eats then he gets a 15 minute break to snuggle with you and he immediately agreed.

◈ You never new he planned that from the start.... Manipulative Bastard. He absolutely loves how much you love him and being a twisted mind himself he couldn't help but take advantage of it.

◈ Another thing is his sleeping schedule. The man wouldn't sleep the whole day unless you say so but he's extremely stubborn especially when he's really interested in the new toy he's making.

◈ So what you usually do is to go inside his work shop and if he's sitting on his desk you'd crept towards him and squeeze yourself on his lap while he's working.

◈ He'd usually tell you to sleep without him but you didn't want him overworking himself so you continued to sit on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and your head resting on his chest.

◈ Just Don't make the mistake to kiss his neck. That is his weakness and he will fucking take you on his desk if you do. Well if you want him to fuck you into tomorrow then go ahead and kiss his neck ;).

◈ when you're snuggled into his chest while he's working it gives you a sense of comfort and when he notices you falling asleep he'd hum a soft tune that never fails to lure you to sleep.

◈ while humming he'd softly run his hand through your locks and give your head a few kisses.

◈ you're not aware of the smile on his lips seeing his adorable doll falling asleep in his arms because they want to be right next to him.

◈ He has a really nice voice. Like really nice. Deep mellow and velvety.

◈ Once you are asleep he'd carry you to your shared room with him and he'd tuck you in.

◈ Even when you're sleeping your still stubborn. You won't let go of him and he has no choice but to sleep right next to you because if he made the slightest attempt to push your hand away he'll notice the small pout in your lips and it'll have him giving up in a matter of seconds and lay right next to you holding you securely in his arms.

Laughing Jack :

✹ He is always Lurking in the Shadows where ever you go he goes. If he's not stalking you he'd turn himself into a little doll and stay in your bag.

✹ Honestly that freaks you out because one time you were talking to a male friend if yours and when you dipped your hand inside your bag your hand felt sharp claws dig into your skin and he was muttering something about killing the boy.

✹ You couldn't even gasp because it was really unexpected so every time that happens you'd excuse yourself away from the crowd.

✹ Once you two are alone he'd scoop you in his arms and he'd drag you into his dimension where there is a never ending carnival located.

✹ Being Abandoned for so long he felt this overwhelming emotion when he's with you. You made him feel like you'll never leave him and he's extremely psyched about that idea.

✹ He is still foreign to human emotions and usually does things that could scare the living crap out of you but your heart melts seeing that he's trying hard to make you smile.

✹ In his carnivals he'd perform shows for you for hours and the two of you would go on rides together.

✹ Let's be Real here, He's a hundred times taller than you so he'd always offer to carry you on his back which you'd always agree everytime he'd ask.

✹ While on his Back he'd talk about his carnival and how he built it with 'magic' and you'd listen to him speak while twirling and playing with his hair .

✹ He'd usually Have you around the Carnival as long as possible trying to keep you to himself.

✹ There's a thin line of him keeping you captive here for all eternity but somehow you managed to convince him to let you go back.

✹ Usually He'd have you sit in between his legs and his chin on top of your head. If not he's braiding your hair.

✹ He likes putting flowers around your hair for decorations and would usually have a flower crown ready for you at his carnival.

#Fibby #creepypasta headcanon #Creepypasta #Headcanon #Jason the Toymaker #Jason Meyer #Laughing Jack #Clown #Carnival #s/o #y/n #Fluff #Creepypasta Fluff

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parkeraul · 5 years ago

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Tom accidentally exposing your relationship would be hella cute and fluffy

do you also notice? — t.h.

author’s note — hi, my dudes. this is my 1st tom imagine. please, feel free to request me more tholland things.

warnings — fluff.

“i am, actually,” tom says as he reads the questions popping up crazily. “i am going to new york soon and then i’m flying to atlanta before i go back to london.”

it’s been ten minutes since he decided to set up his ipad for an instagram live to chat with his fans, making an improvised tripod with the cushions of the caramel sofa he’s sitting on right now. y/n says nothing, knowing that she’s gotta let tom be sometimes because he somehow trusts his improvising skills blindly. instead, she scrolls through her own phone to keep up with their food delivery status.

“how is it, darlin’?” he asks y/n unworriedly, because the fans are already aware that tom’s taken. as she needs to be silent — because her identity hasn’t been revealed yet — she grimaces and gestures, silently warning that it’s not that close to arrive yet. “what have i ordered?” he reads a question out loud, running his fingers through his messy damp curls. “i ordered good fish n’ chips and she’s gettin’ burger with fries,” looking at y/n, tom answers and takes a sip of his beer before returning to the questions. “i know, i gotta bring her to the english side of the force.” he chuckles, puppy brown eyes squinting as his smile grows.

in between questions and answers, he’s taken by the way y/n’s frame walks throughout the living room. her feet dance around with her favourite pair of fluffy socks, ending up at the end of her shins and beginning of her knees. her thighs are bare, getting slightly covered by her red gym shorts and her torso wears proudly the old jersey of his football team — that she doesn’t really is a fan of, but wears it anyways just to see him weakening at the sight. her hair flies from side to side softly as she quietly performs the songs playing on her (his) airpods, making him laugh randomly and go divided between paying attention to the live or get up and twirl her body all around.

“which holland does she like the most? harry, sam, paddy or me?” tom reads as he frowns. “what kind of question is this? ‘course it’s me,” rolling his eyes, he feels practically attacked. “it’s me, right?” he asks looking at y/n through his lashes, worried smirk adorning his features. when y/n retreats a little, tom’s jaw falls dramatically and his nervous grin grows more. “come on! i’m the one who gets you heart–shaped chocolates!”

y/n can’t help but cover her mouth to hold her laughs. tom watches her with a poker face, smile frozen and he can’t believe his eyes. how ridiculous, he thinks. after breakfast in bed today with her favourite stuff while watching her favourite series, she dares not to agree right at first just to tease him.

“then who it is?” in disbelief, buying her scene 100%, he gets his phone from his pocket. “no, now you tell me who. it. is!” tom laughs, unlocking his screen. “send me on our chat, let’s fuckin’ see!”

she types, eyes watering from how much she’s been giggling and promptly presses the ‘send’ button.

“oh, really?” he reacts, reading the notification on his screen. “look!”

tom shoves the phone in front of the ipad’s camera, the contact name saying my luv 💘 & text saying “tomharrysampaddy” as the label stands right below the time.

“it’s late, tom, go to sleeeeeep! sleepy emoji, sleepy emoji, sleepy emoji,” he reads while he brings his phone back. “i’ll go after the food arrives. i really am starvin’,“ he sighs and y/n wears her slippers, going to the door. “is it here already? it’s here!” tom informs when y/n confirms, cheering like a 5–year–old as she makes her way to the elevator, leaving him alone with the fans.

tom holds the bottle with his right hand and drinks his beer once more, keeping his phone on his left hand as he eyes the new questions coming up on his ipad.

“what’s your wallpaper?” he reads, inching closer and then back to look at the phone. “this is my wallpaper. can y’all see?” tom cleans his notifications and stretches his arm, showing the screen one more time while he tilts his head to the side to get the view of the tablet’s screen.

a picture of him and y/n scrunching their rosy noses to the camera, winter cascading on them and their cheeks are strongly clinging together. their eyes are screaming happiness with a shiny glow, his curls escaping his grey cap and her head is covered by a spider–man cap, thick scarfs swallowing their cheeks and nearly hiding their smiles. looking closely, it’s slightly perceptible that they’re sharing the airpods: he keeps one and she keeps another one. that was y/n’s first day touring london with tom and the scrunchy noses are actually an internal joke — because he said randomly in the middle of the date ‘do you also notice that, if you scrunch your nose on a cold day, it takes a while for it to return to the normal state? watch!’ and spent good 3 minutes scrunching and relaxing his nose muscles to her, as if it was even clear to see. although she shares the feeling, she chose to use it as an eternal teasing. everytime y/n’s got an observation, she lifts her forefinger up in the air and scrunches her nose, starting her phrases with ‘do you also notice that…?’.

“that day was sick, never felt my buttcheeks so cold,” he emphasizes, caressing his own chin as per usual as he remembers about that day and lifting his eyebrows, looking at the picture before locking the phone. “maybe because i was nervous as fuck! i had these reservations at—”

the door opens, y/n walking in with the bags filled with their dinner.

“shit!” tom hisses, hiding his lips with his palm. “damn!”

“what?” she mouths, confused and placing the food on the counter.

“i think i might’ve done something… wrong…” his voice is muffled by his hand and his glance at her is dripping worry.

“what?” she repeats, tone raising just a bit.

tom uncovers his lips, keeping the tip of his forefinger on top of them. it’s too late though, because people know y/n and instantly the messages appearing grow from ‘tom, go to sleep’ to ‘OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S Y/N!’. he lifts his finger, clearing his throat and scrunching his damn nose.

“do you also notice how bad i am at keeping secrets?”

#tomconcepts #ann: the sleepover saga #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfics #tom holland concept #tom holland concepts #tom holland blurb #tom holland blurbs #tom holland x reader #mine #ficsofmine

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deadontheinsidebut · 4 years ago

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You’re my boss? Part 1

Pairing: Bokuto x fem!reader

au: Bokuto is the head of a big company in Japan and his serious and professional demeanor is able to stop anyone in their tracks. You end up promoted to his personal assistant and he’s immediately entranced by you. What happens when he shows you a side that’s not so serious. How will you react?

Genre: fluff but also suggestive nsfw and a whole lot of spice I guess :) throughout the series

Disclaimer: hi guys this is just part 1 and the Bokuto you know and love from Haikyuu will pop out soon!! :)))) we’ll go more in depth with this Bokuto’s backstory in part 2 so stay tuned.

Your life would soon be changed forever. After being promoted to be the personal assistant of your cold and distant boss, you couldn’t help but feel slightly vulnerable at the thought. Bokuto Kōtarō was the biggest CEO in town and he was notorious for his inability to smile. You, being the adorable cinnamon roll you were, were shaking like crazy to meet your boss. After all, you’ve only been working under his other assistants before being randomly promoted due to the shortage of assistants.

When you made your way up to the top floor to meet your boss, you felt slight shivers trying to imagine what he looked like up close and personal. When the door swung open, you saw the ice cold eyes of the gray-haired man lock onto yours and you were stopped dead in your tracks. He was beautiful. His eyes reflected a mysterious aura that resembled an owl and his hair slicked back like a gray mountain. His shirt was buttoned up and his tie was tight around his neck.

You took a big gulp as you approached him. His eyes followed you as you made your way across the room. His stoic expression did nothing to reassure you. When you finally stood right in front of him, his deep, clear voice interrupted the silence.

“Ms. l/n, you’ve been working on the second floor as (assistant’s name’s) assistant right?”

“Y-yes sir.”

God, that was so stupid why did you say it like that??? Ugh what if he thinks you’re so unprofessional now?? What do you do??

He noticed your slight twitching and let out a deep sigh. You saw his eyes look at something behind you and he spoke once again.

“Ms. l/n, you will call me Bokuto. From now on, you’ll be my personal assistant and will report directly to me. But for now, just sit and watch so you’ll have an idea of what to do.”

His voice was not demanding in the slightest. Actually, he sounded quite soothing. You felt your body relax at his words.

“Thank you, Bokuto. I promise I won’t disappoint you!”

He smiled a bit at your declaration and went back to looking at his paperwork. You could see that he was really dedicated to his work. According to your old boss, Bokuto was able to leave the office anytime he wanted, but he always stayed many hours after everybody else in order to get more work in. You wondered if that ever caused a strain on his health.

As you unknowingly continued to stare at his face, he grumbled and turned to you.

“Oi, my face isn’t a piece of artwork. Go get me a can of beer if you’re bored.” (Haha his face is beautiful wdym)

“YES! Sorry sir!”

You scrambled to the vending machine to grab him a beer and you didn’t know which one he liked so you got one of each!

The bewildered look on his face when you came rushing back in with seven different types of beer cans in your arms was a sight to remember.

“Let me pay your back for those, Ms. l/n,” Bokuto said nonchalantly.

“No no, consider it a thank you for the promotion, sir,” you reply with a smile on your face.

You might be going crazy but you swore you could see a slight dust of pink on his cheeks.

“Very well. Thank you for the gift,” he says as he pops a can open.

You didn’t even notice that Bokuto has gotten through all seven of the cans and 2 piles of paperwork because you were starting to doze off. It was not until you felt a sloppy poke to your cheek that you jolted up.

The gesture was from none other than your cold-hearted boss. His eyes were dazed and he looked pretty drunk. It was almost 3am and you could feel yourself about to pass out.

“Hey y/n, you’re faaaaalling ashleeep on the jobbbb. Thas not allowed! Lemme take you...home okay?”

Then sound of your first name in his mouth was delightful and you could feel your stomach churn. Oh god what dirty thoughts were you thinking of with your boss of all people???

He starts to stand from where he was squatting beside you but he was wobbling like crazy.

“B-bokuto be careful!! Let me help you!”

But it was too late; Bokuto had fallen right onto you and you both fell over with a thump. You expected it to hurt but his hand was supporting your head to break the fall. You gasp at the proximity and try to scooch your way out from under him to no avail.

“Bokuto, we need to get up. Can you stand?”

He lets out a muffled sound of annoyance and you sigh. So this was the oh so tough Bokuto Kōtarō? He was more like a big baby. Your brows furrowed as you stared down at the man lying atop you and you felt an indescribable urge to touch his hair. The hair he had put up with gel was now tousled and undone. You cautiously ran your fingers through his hair and he hummed in response beneath you.

This was wrong on so many levels. This was your first day meeting your boss and you were already stuck in this intimate position. His hair is so soft omfg. You continued to feel his hair when he jostles from beneath you.

“What’s happening?” His groggy voice interrupts the the silent atmosphere and you’re now 50 shades of red.

“F-FORGIVE ME SIR!!! YOU FELL ON TOP OF ME AND I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!”

You didn’t want to get fired on your first day so you figured some sort of explanation was in order.

Bokuto doesn’t appear to be listening but instead, he’s rubbing his eyes and squinting at you as if to make out who you were and why you were in his office.

“Ah, I see. Thank you for your help then,” he checks his watch, “it’s 3am, let me take you home.”

“Is that alright? No offence but, you’ve had way too many beers tonight. I’d feel safer if you let me drive you home.”

Surprisingly, you were met with little argument and soon enough, both of you were cooped up in your little ride. You started up your car and was about to ask him where his house was when you turned to see a dead asleep Bokuto by your side.

Once you got there, Bokuto was snoring loudly and you had to hull his heavy body towards your door. All your volleyball practice in the past literally amounted to you being able to carry your boss into your house at 3 in the morning.

You flopped his body onto your couch as you tried to catch your breath. You stared at him for a moment and you couldn’t help but think that he must’ve been so uncomfortable in his work clothes. You chastised yourself for your next thought, and what happened next was a surprise.

You started loosening up his tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt. You could feel his chest muscles brush against your knuckles everytime you undid a button and hear his breathing turn into a slow and steady rhythm.

After you were done helping him, you stood to get ready for bed when a strong hand gripped onto your wrist and pulled you downwards. The force wasn’t enough to make you fall but you quickly turned your head to your sleeping boss.

He was still fast asleep, but his body was shaking and his forehead was creased as though he were in a lot of pain.

“Father, please, please don’t go..” he whispers. His voice trailed off and you can hear the slight crack in his voice.

You felt as though you heard something you weren’t supposed to hear or unlocked and emotion that wasn’t meant to be seen by a mere assistant.

When he wouldn’t let go of your wrist, you settled for sitting on the floor beside him. When the twitching and murmuring didn’t stop for another couple minutes, you find yourself stroking his hair again. He’s calming down and his slumber is becoming peaceful.

Before you know it, you’re falling asleep right on the floor with your new boss gripping tightly onto your wrist.

You awoke to the sun beams from your living room window. Your eyes are squinting as they try to adjust to the light and you look around the room. And oh my lord the sight before you was not one you see everyday. You were on your couch wrapped in a button-up with your SHIRTLESS BOSS MAKING BREAKFAST IN YOUR KITCHEN???? What in the wattpad is happening??? Wrong platform

“U-um, Bokuto-san, what’s going on?” You ask meekly.

“Oh, good morning Ms. l/n. I hope you like bacon and eggs because that’s all I know how to make,” he says nonchalantly.

“Anything is fine but, would you like your shirt back?”

You hastily unwrap yourself from his shirt and drape it over his shoulders. He’s significantly taller than you so you’re on your tippy toes trying to reach him.

He’s looking at you with gentle eyes before focusing on the eggs once more.

You’re a flustered mess as you make your way into the bathroom. How did this happen? Last time you checked, you had placed Bokuto onto the couch and was sitting on the floor beside him while your sleep talking boss held onto your wrist. He must’ve moved you when he woke up. His cologne lingered on your skin from where his shirt touched you.

You’re looking in the mirror and you look like a mess. Your hair that was once tucked neatly into a bun was undone. Your makeup had smeared and your clothes were ruffled. Oh god your boss had seen you in this state.

You quickly tidied up and put on the only other clothing that was appropriate for your office job which so happened to be a blouse and pencil skirt that sat snuggly on all your curves. You couldn’t lie, you looked smoking hot.

You mustered up the courage to face your boss and was met with a pair of astonished eyes. He was looking you up and down as though he were meeting someone new. Your hair was too messy to put back into a bun so you were left with brushing it down enough so that it looked like natural waves. You were never insecure about your looks before, but the eyes of this man made you feel naked.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and said, “um, are you ready to go now?”

Bokuto clears his throat at your words and nods his head.

As you arrived to the building, you could feel the eyes of all the other employees glued to you in confusion as the two of you stepped out of the car together. Bokuto had already switched to cold-mode and walked towards to the entrance without waiting for you. Poor cinnamon roll was left to fend off the judgemental coworkers alone. But could you blame them? They were used to their big boss never interacting with anyone unless it was business related but here he was, coming out of a girl’s car with unkempt hair and wrinkly shirt.

As you caught up to Bokuto, you tried to strike a conversation in hopes of easing the tension but he was definitely in no mood to talk. His eyes were glued to the direction he was walking in and he always seemed to march a few strides ahead of you as if you keep you at a distance. No one would believe you if you told them that this man was the one cooking you breakfast this morning. Not that you’d tell anyone, though. You had enough on your plate without having people assuming that you slept your way to the top.

When you both reached his office, he was at his desk starting his paperwork with no instruction for you.

You stood in silence for a couple minutes before speaking up, “excuse me Bokuto, what do you suppose I do in the meantime?”

He glanced up quickly and stared at you with boredom.

“I’ve printed out sheets of this month’s financial report. Please go retrieve them for me.”

“Of course,” you reply as you scurry to do just that.

The retrieval of the report was an easy enough task and you wanted to be efficient in returning but you were stopped by a familiar coworker.

“Y/n-chan, I heard you’ve been promoted to the big boss’s right hand woman. Looks like I’ll have no way to look at your sweet ass anymore, huh?”

“Terushima-kun, I am in no mood for any of your games right now. Please move aside.”

He’s smirking now and backs you up against a wall with one arm beside your head.

“Don’t get too cocky sweetheart. Just because you’re our boss’s bitch now doesn’t make you any better than the rest of us,” Terushima whispers against your ear.

You’re now hugging the papers close to your chest as some form of protection. You whimper and close your eyes as you feel his hand caress your cheek but it’s cut short when a big figure cuts in between you and Terushima.

Bokuto is standing in front of you and gripping onto the hand that was once caressing your face. Terushima’s expression shifted to one of fear as he began to realize what was happening.

“B-boss! What’s up? It’s a lovely day isn’t it?”

“Save it,” Bokuto sneers at him, “you’re lucky I don’t fire you right here and now. The next time you decide to harass my assistant, you better consider the consequences because next time, I won’t be so generous.”

Bokuto releases Terushima’s hand and grabs onto yours as he drags you away.

“Sir! Thank you for the help!”

He doesn’t reply until you reach his office. He kind of looks irritated as he stares at the floor.

“Bokuto-san! You were so badass back there! Thank you so much for saving me. And oh! I got your papers!” You exclaim with a bright smile on your face.

You’re pushing the stack towards him in earnest and he’s staring at you like you’re giving him the moon.

He suddenly bursts into laughter, “you were almost harassed and you’re praising me?”

His laugh sounds childish and genuine. When he laughs, his face lights up like a kid that has just got a new toy.

“But it really was cool, huh? I was so ready to punch the guy. Mannn that rush of adrenaline brings back so many memories!” Bokuto is going on like you’ve never seen before.

Your eyes are starry as you stare at the enthusiastic Bokuto. When he catches you staring in amusement, he is quick to fix his tie and shift back to business mode.

“Ahem, anyway. What’s done is done. Let’s get back to work.”

The moment was nice while it lasted. You felt as though you had seen a side of Bokuto that has not been awakened for a long time. You glanced at him occasionally while sorting the paperwork, and although he did not look back, you could see the slight trace of a smile on his lips everytime you stared.

Oh boy, you were in for a long ride. And you weren’t complaining. There was definitely more in store for you and your cold-hearted boss...

a/n: come back for part 2 coming soon!!! :)))

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a-lonely-tatertot · 4 years ago

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Artist!Keefe hc

When Keefe gets nervous he draws

Sometimes on himself, little flowers and fires on his fingers

but mostly he likes drawing on other people

Fitz and Biana could almost always tell how bad the day was buy how crowded his hands are

during Black Swan meetings, he’ll wordlessly grab Fitz or Biana’s (really whoever he feels comfortable with unless they’re really into it and he thinks he’ll be distracting) and grab a pen or pencil from his pocket and start doodling

When they thought that Sophie and Dex had died, Keefe was at Everglen almost everyday

He would lightleap over, walk up to Fitz’s room, and grab his arm

Keefe and Biana were the only people allowed in Fitz’s room at that time, sometimes they’d all sit on his bed, Biana leaning on Fitz, Keefe holding onto Fitz

And when Keefe’s pen would sometimes poke a little too hard Fitz would say anything he would flinch either, because if Keefe had to deal with Fitz throwing things across the room and yelling and anything and everything, he could take a little pain

Then while Alden was broken, Keefe would find himself in Biana’s room, the sparkle pen that Biana had given him for midterms one year, drawing on her while she cried because after so many years of it, the feeling of the pen on her arm slowly moving was comforting

While they hid in Mount Everest Keefe found himself resisting the urge to reach into his pockets and grab his pen, but he left it at home because he it wasn’t the time

And after when they found out that it was his mom he found himself running out of reachable room on his arms and ankles

Then they were at the Black Swan and his co-revenge with Dex he finds himself trying to calm his panic attack that shouldn’t be happening why now?? Dex asks what helps him and finds himself rubbing his back while he draws beautiful designs on his arm

Keefe knew he was coming apart but he didn’t find himself in front of Fitz’s door, he was in his own room surrounded by papers on the walls because he didn’t need to calm down he needed to figure it out

and when he decides to join the Neverseen and he feels even more alone because they took away his pen so he was left with tracing ideas on his arms

When Sophie tells him it’s time for him to come home he grabs his pen along with the caches because screw it Biana gave it to him and like hell he’s gonna leave it and he finds himself trying to keep Sophie alive with his nonexistent healing skills and he’s done all he can waiting for some to

and she does she doesn’t say anything about the pen marks on her arm because they have bigger things to worry about and he’s ignoring them just as much as her

when Sophie tells him that he has to stay home Ro makes fun of him for drawing like a crazy person but when he wakes up from a nightmare and she has to calm him down she lets him draw on her only moderately complaining about how sparkly it is couldn’t he have any other pen? but only when she knows he’s okay because she cares guys

and when he visits Quentin for something that he was supposed to pick up, he finds no one home, and the package on the table when he hears muffled sobs coming from another room

after a bit of debating he tries to trace them through the house he finds Amy curled up on a couch sobbing into her knees he approaches her slowly and asks if she’s okay to which he gets a soft shake of her head and so he sits next to her and asks if she wants a hug to which she launches herself at him and he holds her for a bit because keefe would be an amazing older brother and loves kids and he asks if he can draw on her arm, because that helps him and he’s been told it’s soothing

so he lets her talk as he draws and she talks about her family and her life in the Forbidden Cities and she asks if she can draw on him and at first he’s surprised but he hands her his sparkly pen and lets her draw on his hand and he tells her about things in the Lost Cities and she asks about Sophie and their friends so he tells her

Eventually he remembers the package and she asks if he could come back again and they become friends and when she goes back, they find a way to keep in touch because amy’s like his little sister and amy wants to keep an eye on this reckless idiot that’s her older brother

In the library when they’re searching their way through books and Tam passes out what it’s boring and he’s never actually had a full nights sleep and what’s a better time than now? and he wakes up to his left arm having stars and trees drawn on along with this little icon that look suspiciously like his bangs and on the inside of his wrist is surprisingly nice handwriting “Sorry Bangs Boy, you passed out”

Tam just sighs and washes it off after showing it to Linh who laughs and thinks it’s cute that that’s what Keefe does when he’s stressed because they’d be lying if they said they didn’t notice how tense Keefe had been

Three days later while combing the streets of Atlantis, he finds himself ranting to Linh who just nods and listens and when they sit down at a shop he finally feels comfortable to ask if he can draw on her hand and Linh gets very excited because he’s trusting her and he acts like it’s no big deal when she compliments the henna like drawing on her hand and asks if Biana gave him the sparkle pen

During the trials he goes to draw on Fitz’s arm, but as he reaches out Fitz yanks his arm away and blankly stares straight ahead and there’s a small part of Keefe that cracks a little because Fitz hadn’t done that before and Biana glances over at him and gives him a sympalizing look and he remembered that he was supposed to be comforting them

When Fitz and Sophie got stuck in the Healing Center Keefe felt his gut wrench everytime he looked at Fitz because the last time he had been awake he had made it clear that Keefe wasn’t allowed to touch him

the days he’s not with Sophie he’s with Biana, because she needs someone, but in turn he’s hanging around Dex again and often he’ll find himself in Dex’s room testing out some new gadget with Biana, ro makes fun of him often for it or they’re training with Linh and the best part is it’s often that they ask him to draw on them

When Biana feels anxious about her scars he makes them in to falling stars or flowers, at one point he makes them into a snake and she decides that that’s her favorite a very pink and sparkly menacing snake

When they’re all tired from school Dex finds himself with Keefe holding his arm connecting the freckles as the rest find new things that they look like

And Linh always wants a new fancy henna-like design on her hand

When Tam gets taken and Fitzphie becomes a thing, Keefe is with Linh drawing as she cries chanting that they have to get him back, “We will, we will”

He’s there for the others, like he always has been, to the point that their parents aren’t surprised anymore when he randomly light leaps and finds his own way up to their rooms

he talks to Amy too, making sure things are okay, and he smiles and jokes around with her when she asks about them, he doesn’t want her to worry

Dex and Biana tell him about Team Valiant the first chance they have

And when Sophie needs him he’s there, but with a smile and a joke and a plea for human cookies because she didn’t need art, she needed him

And when he comes up with the plan to go to the dwarven city Linh and Marella immediately agree because there was no way in hell they were keeping Linh away from her brother

When he goes into acoma everyone loses it

Sophie and Fitz switch off on days

Linh hasn’t washed off the last mark he gave her, she won’t not until he wakes up, Marella and Marcua go with her sometimes Tam will too “Never thought I’d miss you making fun of my hair buddy”

Biana gets more sparkle pens for him and draws her snake twisting around his arm “She’ll protect you”

Keefe only has a few freckles, and they’re mostly on his hands, so Dex makes sure to connect them “Come on Keefe, I can’t prank people without you”

After the first week when it really set in, Fitz cried next to him for hours while Biana held him, “You can draw on me everyday for the rest of our lives if you just wake up” he says pounding the nightstand

As Sophie watches the drawing appear she starts adding some of her own, some are candy from the Forbidden Cities, and she claimed the inside of his wrist with Alicorn wings like he drew the first time

When Amy asked why Keefe wasn’t returning her calls Sophie realized that she didn’t know, and she didn’t even realized that they talked and when she tells her Amy goes absolutely feral Sophie comes to grab her and she barges right into the Councillor’s meeting room not giving a shit that she could be banned forever, and pounds her fist into the table and tells them that she will be visiting once a week after so long it got moved to once a month and she dares any of them to tell her otherwise

Bronte and Oralie are the first to agree and Emery is the last, and he tries to give this girl his hardest stare, and even Sophie cringes a little but Amy stares back jaw set, face hard, hands in fists on the table and finally he agrees

So she visits and sometimes if others are there they’ll fill her in on somethings, and occasionally they’ll tell her stories about Keefe about their history and she’ll sit their holding Keefe’s hand in a death grip and will listen

Elwin quickly learns what marks he can and cant wash off most of them stay some they like to redraw, he learns who will leave easier and who wont and he learns to be a bit harder but a bit softer with these stubborn kids the only one he won’t kick out forcefully is Amy the one and only time he tried she let a massive string of human cusswords and yelled that she wasn’t going to leave her brother’s side and Elwin knew not to mess with the young human who made the Council bend to her will Amy makes a bit of a reputation for herself they learn to fear her a bit

Ro is the only one that never left Keefe’s side because he was her charge but more importantly her friend

Most days she sit in the corner silently, her gaze flickering throughout the room, checking all the exist and checking on Keefe and even after her father relieved her of her duty over Keefe and said she could come home she refused and said she wasn’t leaving til he wakes, Amy was the first one to approach her she plopped herself down next to her and stared at her dagger until she would let her hold it, when she comes over Amy demands that she teaches her how to fight and she does sometimes Elwin asks if they’ll go outside before they ruin his office please and thank you I can look after him for a few minutes and so they do and Ro teaches her everything and sometimes Sandor and the others while help train her a bit, no one knows against what, she says it’s to keep herself grounded and maybe a bit because she wants to storm up to the Neverseen and tear them apart bit by bit

But all it took to get this many people to care about him was one simple quirk of drawing on people’s arms i might make one of these about ro and amy’s friendship because it’s adorable and I think it would be great

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macybeckham7 · 5 years ago

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Fluffy Alphabet- Mason Mount

A- Attractive

Ofcourse he finds you breathtaking and every time he looks at you he cannot believe that someone can be that attractive. But if he was being honest he cannot just pick one, whenever he looks at you he finds something new about you.

B- Baby

He definitely sees having a family with you, you have both joked about having a tribe of your own to make your own Chelsea team in the future.

C- Cuddle

He loves hugging you from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and hiding his face in your neck, his nostrils being filled with your scent.

D- Dates

Dates with Mason were always romantic, he loves packing a picnic and going to a stables and going for a ride into the woods and finding a cute place to stop and eating, neither of you seeing another person making you feel you are the only people.

E- Everything

You are my drug, feeling giddy when he is around you and completely obsessed with and when has been away from you too long he feels the effects, of his ‘drug’ addiction.

F- Feelings

When you went to the city of love, Paris together, when he couldn’t help but not take his eyes off you. You were so endearing to him and he knew how out of the world you were.

G- Gentle

Mason is rather boyish and doesn’t really know how to be gently. He treats you like one of the boys, always jumping out at you making you jump or rugby tackling you on the sofa.

H- Hand

Neither of you are the biggest fans of hand holding, but whenever you are sat opposite sides of table you are always playing with eachothers hands as a little signs of affection.

I- Impression

When he first meets you he finds himself just smiling at you everytime a small smile appears on your face. Declan goes over to you and introduces himself and becomes Mason’s wingman. When you first locked eyes with him, he couldn’t help but notice the cheeky look on his face, knowing he’ll be a lot of work.

J- Joker

Mason is a cheeky little shit and is always planning something. He is always jumping out at you making you jump and let out a scream, always keeping you on your toes. He records it and rewatches and is always in tears watching your reaction over and over again

K- Kisses

Mason is always up for kissing you, he engulfs you and kisses you all over your face, but once he locks lips with you he is always cheekily slipping his tongue in your mouth. Making you laugh as you push him away giving him a ‘behave’ look.

L- Love

You both say it at the same time, it was after one of your dates and you were just smiling at each other and you both just blurted out those three words.

M- Memories

When he surprised you with a trip to Bora Bora, and you stayed in a little hut in the ocean. That full week was just you two in your own little bubble, enjoying the sun and getting to know eachother better.

N- Nickel

You both usually treat eachother with holidays or adventures which you can look back on with fond memories. You both have a large list places to visit on your bucket list and you are each other’s travel buddies, and it’s the best way to enjoy your time together when the season is over.

O- Orange

Purple, he loves how elegant the flowers look which always reminds him of you, whatever you are doing you hold yourself with dignity. Whenever you wear the colour purple, he cannot help but look at you with heart eyes, enjoying the colour against your complexion.

P- Pet Names

Neither of you have loving pet names for you, you usually call eachother ‘chipmunks’ he calls you ‘dopey’ while you call him ‘bashful’ as whatever you say to him he smirks at you and becomes shy.

Q- Quaint

A trusty old map, whenever you are on a road trip and are slightly lost instead of looking on your phone he is whipping out the large map nearly blinding you as he tries to work out what road you currently on and trying to help you.

R - Rainy Day

If neither of you have to leave the house you both easily call the day off, the first half the day you both be grown ups and tidy up the house. Then in the middle of the day you start baking together, to help with both of your sweet tooth’s.

S- Sad

You know when he is in a mood as soon as you walk into your house, he is usually in the garden with your little doggo and teaching him new skills. Which never fails to make him feel more happy than he was when he returned home.

T- Talking

You both can talk to each other about anything, whether it’s you explaining something to him, or he wants your unbiased opinion. Or simply putting the world to rights early in the morning.

U- Unencumbered

When he find things getting on top of him, he finds himself just wanting to be at home, with you in your comfy clothes and ordering something greasy and sat on the floor watching a cute Disney film and cuddling up to each other. With Mason instantly forgetting what had him so worked up.

V- Vaunt

He is the most proud of being able to give back to his family, they have gave up a lot for him and travelled with him to allow him to do something he loved. And now he is pro and playing for his childhood club he brought his parents a nice house and gave them holidays they have always dreamed of going to.

W - Wedding

It was a spur of a moment thing, he was speaking to his mum and she was gushing about how he has found the one with you. That week he drags Tammy and Declan to a jewellers and gets a ring. He then cooks you your favourite meals and is in full suit and tie when you arrive home. You can tell something is up with him and he is nervous and then he bends down on one knee expressing how much he loves you.

X- Xylophone

You both being big Eminem fans and you are always randomly rapping to your favourite songs throughout the day, or blasting it out when you are cooking and trying to out rap eachother. Your favourite rap to sing together is ‘Berzerk’ and ‘Real Slim Shady’

Y- You

He would always tell you that you are ‘the Gwen Stacy to my Spiderman’ always telling you that you are his best sidekick.

Z- Zebra

You both being the biggest pet lovers, you start of with Mason’s family dog but end up buying him a little friend and then getting a little kitten. The only reason you have stopped is because you need a bigger house. But once you do, you’ll both end up having a whole farm.

#mason mount imagines #mason mount blurb #mason mount #fluff alphabet

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pcygoldenchild · 5 years ago

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Behind the Lens

📷summary: A crush on a boy who you only get to really admire behind a screen. His cute and funny vlogs letting you see more of him than what you do at work. He calls himself a vlogger. You’d call him captivating.

📷genre: fluff//vlogger!byun//alternate reality//

You arrive to work on time like you always did. The quiet café just coming to life when you arrive. It’s still very early in the morning. The sky a mosaic of orange and dark clouds. The air a little thick and the streets still wet from the rain. You liked being up this early. You weren’t a morning person, but being up to watch the rest of the world slowly come to speed was therapeutic. You opened the café every other day. It was something you personally requested and your coworker thought you were insane but willingly gave you some of her mornings.

It was something about the smell of the first batch of coffee or the way the fresh pastries brightened up the shelves. It was quiet and all put together before the morning rush. The place neatly cleaned and chairs pushed in properly before the fault of human error. The warm light and fall weather making the dark wood floor reflect an amber shade throughout the place. It was calming.

But as usual time moves fast when you want nothing but more time. Your coworker coming in an hour later just before the hoard of business men and women come to get their daily dose of caffeine. Another worker coming in and making it feel like an actual business. The routine orders of 5 coffees to the new intern who is always fumbling with the crumpled piece of paper he scribbled the office orders on. The egg and sausage sandwich to the old gentlemen who sits by the window and reads the paper until half past 12, when he leaves to do whatever the world takes him. The stranglers who show up late to class because an iced americano is way more important than an 8am lecture about cell division. It was a routine but it was your routine. The faces you’d see all the time a warm welcome and maybe a friendly story of how their day went after you saw them last.

All that was just usual to you. An opening to your morning in the slow city and fast paced lives of those who inhabit it.

Around your lunch break is when your day gets to be something you never have a set routine for. Sure, you’d eat lunch and read your book or scroll mindlessly on your phone for too long. But there was always the chance that something could happen but you never know when. The chance that the cute barista would say more than a few words in the break room. Or maybe you’d say something to him that consisted more than a ‘busy day right?’

He worked the same hours you did, closing on days you opened. He started the same time you did too as the new recruits for the location. But working together for 5 months didn’t mean you’d know anything about him. He was quiet and to his work. But he wasn’t rude or snobby. He was just to himself. You understood his mannerisms being an introvert yourself. The friendly smiles and quick laughs if you’d bump into each other behind the busy counter. You knew his name. Byun Baekhyun. He told you it with a bright smile your first day as an attempt to make friends. But that was really the only time he’s said anything to anyone.

But you knew more to him. You knew what he was like outside of work. The funny boy who did any and everything he wanted. He was boisterous and creative. A real character to love with his smiles and jokes. He was the same shy boy but when he was out of work it was different. Just him and his camera.

He was a vlogger with his own youtube channel. You found it randomly when watching one of your friends makeup videos. A video about ‘working out/diet/hello’ was a suggestion. You wouldn’t have watched it if his face wasn’t in the thumbnail. It was a shock to you. Unbeknownst, you watched him be himself with the comfort of talking to a camera. His personality showing with every head tilt or silly dance. His channel was pretty popular. 200,000 subscribers with you included.

You watched all his videos. It was routine for you to come home and see the notification on your laptop of a new video from him every week. The short vlogs filled with him and his adventures. One of him working out which you couldn’t help but watch multiple times because it was just that cute. Another one of him hanging with his friends out in the city at a small restaurant where his laughs and silly faces made you smile unintentionally. Or the one where he went to his parents house and played with his adorable corgi. It was a goldmine of content and still so him. So calm and therapeutic to watch and enjoy.

It was time for your lunch break. You looked around but didn’t see Baekhyun so you figured he was already in the break room like he always was before you. You wanted to say something today. You did your hair all nice in the chance that you’d say something that would make him do more than a 2 second shy glance your way.

You walked into the break room and saw him sitting at the table. His laptop in front of him as he focused on whatever he was doing. You went to the fridge and grabbed two yogurts and granola. It’s a routine too to bring him something to eat since he never really does eat on breaks if you wouldn’t remind him to. He’d be too focused on his laptop from beginning to end. But even then a simple thank you and you’re welcome was all you two would exchange. The simple appreciation present in how he’d smile everytime.

You sat down across from him sitting the yougurt and granola down in the center of the table. His eyes peeking up at you from behind the screen.

“Hey.” you said short and simple taking the yogurt and avoiding the eye contact you two were too shy to share.

“Hi.” he said back looking over his laptop to see his yogurt, granola and spoon waiting for him. He pushed the laptop to the side a bit to grab your offering and whispered a ‘thank you’. The comfort of sitting and eating with each other was strange given you two were almost considered strangers.

“So what do you do on that?” you said suddenly nodding to his laptop. But you knew exactly what he would spend his entire break and anytime after that on.

“I edit videos.” he said after a while of looking between the laptop and his yogurt. His response short but laced with a bit of uncertainty. You never told him you knew he had a channel or that you watched.

“What kind of videos?” you ask. The frail attempt to start a conversation for the first time in 5 months. Frail since you knew so much about him already but not from him in person, rather from behind a lens.

“Youtube videos.” he responded. His eyes traveling everywhere but only on you for a second before venturing somewhere else. You wanted to just accept this as an attempt. It seemed painful to him. It was painful to you. This was socially not something you did. You didn’t do anything socially to be honest.

“Cool.” you said back. You continued eating your yogurt and so did he. The scraping of the plastic spoons against the small bowls and the crunch of the granola being the only tangible thing in the room. After a while you wanted to just disappear. It was awkward and you didn’t want that. You felt like you were holding your breath staring directly into your bowl and never leaving there. The creamy concoction looking less appealing as you continued to eat.

“Ever heard of it?” Baekhyun says. You thought for a second he was on the phone or something. But when you peeked up at him he was staring directly at you.

“Heard of what?” you say slowly. You didn’t know why saying that was so hard. It was a simple and reasonable reponse. But you weren’t sure what was happening.

“My channel.” he said with a small smile that appeared and disappeared. You swallowed the yogurt and granola you didn’t finish chewing at the question. Yea you’ve heard of it. You watched it everyday; watching videos over again because the need to watch something was addictive.

“No.” you lie. You say it short and with a small shake of your head before staring at your ugly yougurt. Only now it’s ugly from the lie you have tainted it with.

“Oh.” he said. His reply hurt your heart a bit. It was so short and sounded like a kid who just didn’t get the toy they wanted.

“Well, I probably would. But I don’t watch much youtube. I mostly read and draw.” you say in an effort to keep the conversation going but moreso to let him know that you’re interested. The sentences were fast and you sat up a bit straighter. A sign you were lying about something but he didn’t know your mannerisms.

“That’s cool. It’s not for everyone.” he said smiling and shrugging.

‘No, Baekhyun but it’s for me’

“Well I’d like to check it out if it’s not too awkward.” you say looking at his bowl. His fingers wrapped around the plastic lightly tapping.

“Why would it be awkward?” he asked.

‘I don’t know. Maybe because I’ve seen all your videos already a million times and can’t help but smile.’

“I don’t know. Maybe showing me your youtube channel would make me see you differently.” you say but it was somewhat not what you meant. Of course you’d see him differently. But it sounded negative. Almost like you’d see him as someone he’s not.

“Well you might but I don’t think you’d hate me or anything. It’s just me outside of work.” he said shrugging and pushing his bowl aside. He grabbed his laptop and tapped some keys fast. The next minute he’s turning the laptop to face you and the home page of his channel greets you. The ever so familiar maroon layout with his adorable picture as his icon. The list of videos you’ve all seen with a video that’s privated. A new video must be ready. You involuntarily smile.

“What?” he asks rather incredulously. Your smile falls instantly as you look at his unsure gaze go from the screen to your face. Unsure of what to do, you just shake your head a little.

“Nothing. It’s just cute.” you say and instantly regret it. The smile that falls on his face at your comment makes him sit up straight and jerk his head to the side.

“Cute.” he says. Your face is as hot as the pastries in the oven. You didn’t mean to say it was cute but there was no other word to say. Familiar. Nothing new. Those would work if you told the truth.

“Yea...I’ll check it out when I get home.” you say getting up from the table grabbing both of your bowls. He nods in affirmation with his lips set in straight line to hide his boyish grin. His boyish grin at you.

“I recommend the vlog where I visit my family and my dog. Everyone thinks it’s the ‘cutest’.” he says turning his laptop back around.

‘It is the cutest.’

“Will do.” you say walking away to trash your bowls and rush back to work 20 minutes before your break is over.

“Text me what you think, yea?” he called to you. You looked back at him staring at you with a small smile and raised eyebrows. This was as much as you’d gotten with him. More than 5 months worth of working with him. And now he wanted talk to you more.

“Yea, definitely.” you smile back.

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