#like genuinely had the thought and in my sleep was like

[taro-bae]

can u do twst 3rd years reacting to you saying "I love you" for the first time? :3

Twisted Wonderland - Third Years

Summary: reacting to you saying "I love you" for the first time

Characters: Third Years + Che'nya (I love him so much)

CW/Notes: gn!reader, fluff, romantic, preestablished relationship (let's say dating for some time now)

Trey Clover

It was a long day of classes and Trey's duties with housewarden responsibilities. But one thing he was never tired for was checking up on you, making sure you're hydrated and feeling your best. Trey made his way to you, happy to see you after a being on his feet all day. He was doing some small act of service for you when you hit him with the statement that caught the calm vice-warden off guard.

The words "I love you" repeated in his head. It took him a moment to process what you just said. He gazes at you sheepishly with a soft smirk, "say it again...?". Trey look directly into your eyes trying to catch every micro reaction from you and grasp your true feelings. And after you say it again he steps closer to you meeting you at eye level. He might look composed with a light smirk on his lips, but inside his heart completely melted for you.

"I love you too~" he says dropping an octave lower, keeping his voice calm and cool, specifically to tease you. Trey, being quite the tease loves seeing your cheeks flush with colour, even if it is barely noticeable. He opens his arms pulling you into an embrace as one of his hands pats your head. Still with that smirk he'd pull you right into his chest letting you hear his heartbeat.

Cater Diamond

Cater paused when you confessed to him, telling him those three words. His expression faltering a bit. This wasn't exactly the first time someone confessed their feelings to him. However, this time it felt different. This time it felt genuine ans sincere, like you actually meant it.

"I... Uh..."

He had his share of admirers and crushes, but this confession felt more...real. Cater now felt more flustered and unsure. He's used to hidding his feelings and putting on a happy carefree face, but this time you saw it slip a bit on his face when his expression softened. He seemed more vulnerable but recovered quickly.

"I love you too, cutie~♡"

That night he almost cried himself to sleep feeling actually loved and appreciated by someone. Especially that that someone is you.

Leona Kingscholar

"...what?"

Leona thought he misheard you. He was sitting on his bed, book in his lap when you caught him completely off guard leaving him in disbelief. When you repeat it again, his eyebrows frown slightly, but in his eyes you can see something hidden. He sets the book aside, the gravity of your words setting in leaving a sense of surprise and vulnerability as he tries to process them.

"Why the hell would you love me?"

Leona may act dismissive and find it difficult to accept comfort or love, even from his partner. Though his eyes convey something else. He scoffs and looks away, his tail thumping behind him while his ears lay flat. He doesn't want to be seen as weak, he has a reputation to maintain. "Stupid herbivore..." he thinks, but his dark tan cheek feel warmer. He's not good at expressing his emotions, and will need time until he even tries to say it back.

"You....ughhh, fine...I-...I might love you too..."

Vil Schoenheit

You love Vil, but the question is; who doesn't? He has an enormous share of fans and admires showering him in compliments. Although, they don't matter as much as yours.

Love is a bit of an odd concept in his life, in respect to his career and status. When the words "I love you" leave your lips he's taken aback. Despite his acting abilities and marvellous composure, Vil isn't the best with romance. He looks into your eyes seeing the devotion and pure adoration in your gaze. His own heart is pacing faster than he'd like, but he knows he loves you too.

After taking a controlled breath he speaks trying to keep his voice steady, "I love you too, my dear." Vil takes your hand in his, the look in his eyes turning serious, "this stays private between us, the media can be relentless to say the least...but I'm glad that you love me. And I love you the same"

Rook Hunt

It is certain that he said it to you before many times. Rook is patient whether you were ready to say it or not. He was dying to hear the first time you tell him that you love him, he's a sucker for romance.

When you approached him and finally said those words to him he wasn't actually caught off guard, his hunter mind is always prepared. However, he is over the moon. Instantly picks up both your hands together, kissing your knuckles while maintaining direct eye contact. "Oh~ Mon Amour, finally blessing me with your kind words! je t'aime aussi!"

His affections double after your confession, be prepared to receive lots of affection that point onwards.

Idia Shroud

"This level is for absolute NOOBS, the boss is set u-... HUH! WHA-?!"

Absolute chain reaction. Why do you do this to him. Poor boy was just sitting playing his games, while ranting to you, with his favourite anime in the background when you drop the bomb on him. Idia will spiral, his anxiety getting the better of him. For Idia, romance was a dead zone he wasn't interested in for a long time, until you.

"Did I mishear them? No, no, no...that can't be right? They said they LOVE...ME? maybe they meant the game...right right...the game...Wait no....UGHH WHAT DO I SAY...this so awkward..."

Idias hands begin to sweat, the tips of his hair turning a brighter pink. As well as his face, the red visible in contrast to his pale skin. A mumbled "A-are you sure" leaves his mouth without thinking. His heart and mind are absolutely racing escalating to a small panic attack. A few tears weld up in his eyes, he needs some reassurance that you mean it and will never leave him.

"You're n-not just saying that are you..." after you give him a hug he melts into your comfort hiding his face in your neck. He whispers a quiet "Don't leave me..."

Malleus Draconia

Malleus was lonely practically his whole life, starved of genuine affection and love. That changed when you came into the picture.

It was on a late night walk where you agreed to accompany him while he tells you about the gargoyles around campus. The intimate and quiet atmosphere was a perfect moment for you to tell him how you feel, letting the words slip from your tongue. Malleus stopped, meeting your gaze directly. He needs a moment to think and catch his breath.

One of his hands lifts to softly caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. His gaze is soft and loving when he looks down at you.

"You truly know how to make me happy, my beloved. Please allow me to love you...eternally."

For Malleus it didn't matter who you were or what happens after. All that matters is that you love him and that he's no longer alone.

Che'nya

He was teying to annoy you as he always does, sneaking in and appearing infront of you upsidedown to try steal a kiss. That is when you decide to get hin back for all his teasing and pranks.

"Che'nya, I love you" He freezes, body stiffening and cheeks dusted pink. His eyes would widen, mouth falling open slightly before shutting again as he attempted to form words. He's a sucker for true love, and a hopeless romantic at heart, your words mean a lot to him.

He blinks with wide yellow cateyes, his brain attempting to register just what you said before the words finally processed and a wide cheesy grin would break out across his face. He steps forward, hands catching your waist gently as he pulled you flush against his chest, head tilting as he spoke.

"You love me?"

When you confirm, his grin only grows wider, ears and tail perking up in happiness. "I love mew too, lyubimaya/lyubimiy~" He purrs back littering your face and neck with kisses.

Che'nya is mine >:(

Russian Che'nya Russian Che'nya Russian Che'nya!!!

I'd kill to call him Тёма (short for artemiy/artema) or Котик (kitty male endearment form) to his face!!!

UGGGHHH IM DOWN BAD FOR HIM

[wonder-innie]

this is my first time request but i was wondering if you could make a fluff/smut oneshot on reader and lee know being in the same friend group but reader starts messaging him to get to know him once they realise they have a crush on him. he eventually finds out that they have a crush and keeps prodding to find out clues as to who it could be but then reader doesn’t give in so easily. you can give it whatever kind of ending…

so obvious, so clueless

lee know x fem!reader. fluff

word count: 3.3k

a.n: tysm for the request! i loved writing this.

a.n 2: english is not my first language. check my masterlist

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Lee Know and you had always been part of the same friend group, and making plans one-on-one with any of them was never a problem… except when it came to him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the idea; it was just that your relationship with him wasn’t as strong as it was with the others.

One night, all your friends got too drunk, except for you and Lee Know. With nothing else to do, the two of you started talking, and to your surprise, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You felt comfortable with him in a way you never had before. At one point, he let out a bright, genuine laugh, his smile practically lighting up the room. You had seen him smile before, but somehow, this time, it felt different, like you were seeing it for the first time. It was the prettiest smile you had ever seen. Before you knew it, you found yourself searching for the best jokes just to make him smile again. You weren’t sure why.

Days passed, yet that moment lingered in your mind, how easy it was to talk to him, how comfortable you felt, and… how handsome he was. You started stalking him on Instagram more often, to the point where you practically had his pictures memorized. Each time you saw his face, your heart raced, and that’s when it hit you. You had a crush on him.

You tried to ignore it, pushing the feelings away whenever they surfaced. What if it ruined your friendship? Worse… what if it affected the whole group? Some nights, when you couldn’t sleep, your mind wandered to the possibilities. If you two started dating and it didn’t work out… would everything fall apart? You didn’t want to be the reason your group broke up.

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A week later, you wanted to talk to him so badly that you couldn’t help but send him a message, ignoring all your second thoughts. You opened his chat, fingers hovering over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. After a few minutes of overthinking, you decided to keep it simple.

“Heyy.”

Lee Know replied half an hour later, asking how your day had been. And just like that, the conversation started flowing, just like it had that night. He told you about his cats and even sent you a few pictures of them. They were adorable.

“They took their cuteness after their owner,” you typed without thinking twice.

The moment you hit send, you froze. Your eyes widened as realization hit… you had just sent him a pick up line with him. Unintentionally.

You gasped, heart pounding, suddenly regretting your words. But then, his reply popped up.

A single laughing emoji.

You sighed in relief when you saw that he hadn’t taken it as a serious attempt to flirt. At least, you hoped he hadn’t.

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You and Lee Know had been texting for weeks, growing closer with each conversation. At some point, you even started sending what you both called “good morning selfies” (pictures of each other as soon as you woke up, looking as awful as possible). Well… at least that was the goal. Lee Know looked effortlessly handsome in every single one.

When Felix’s birthday came around, he invited the whole group to his place to celebrate. You felt a wave of nervous excitement, this would be the first time seeing Lee Know face-to-face after all those late-night chats. Wanting to look your best, you put on your prettiest dress and put extra effort into your makeup.

At Felix’s house, you greeted everyone with a hug, one by one. When it was Lee Know’s turn, your nerves spiked, but you didn’t hesitate. He smelled amazing. His cologne was deep, musky, and completely intoxicating. He was wearing a simple shirt and jeans—nothing particularly trendy—but to you, he had never looked better. Why did everything about him have to be so effortlessly perfect?

You didn’t get a chance to talk to him in private until later that night when Felix announced it was “movie time.” Settling onto the couch, you took a seat near the corner. You weren’t expecting Lee Know to sit beside you. It caught you off guard, but you weren’t about to complain.

Felix pressed play, and the movie began…a romcom. You hated romcoms. You always thought they were ridiculously predictable.

A few minutes in, Lee Know leaned close to whisper in your ear.

“This movie sucks.”

You stifled a laugh, turning your head toward him.

“I know, right? But we’re watching it for Felix… so be quiet.” You nudged him lightly before focusing back on the screen.

Of course, Lee Know wasn’t going to just sit there and behave. That wasn’t in his nature.

He suddenly blew softly against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps erupted across your skin.

“Don’t do that!” you hissed, glaring at him.

He grinned. “I’m boreeed. Entertain me.”

You rolled your eyes. “What do you want me to do? Pull a bunny out of my magical hat?”

His soft laughter sent a spark through your chest. “Yes, please. I’ve never seen a magician before.”

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head.

“Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll entertain you by roasting this horrible movie, then.”

He smirked. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

After a brief glance at the screen, you blurted out, “Noah Centineo’s acting is so fucking cringe it makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a damn spoon.”

Lee Know covered his mouth to stifle his laugh, his shoulders shaking. He leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with amusement. “God, I love the way your brain works.”

Lee Know leaned in again, his breath warm against your ear. “I swear, if they make the couple kiss in the rain, I’m walking out.”

You snorted, whispering back, “Oh, you just know it’s coming. Probably with some dramatic speech about ‘fate’ too.”

He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Yeah, because nothing says true love like pneumonia.”

As the movie dragged on, you and Lee Know kept whispering back and forth, throwing sarcastic comments at every overused trope. It was like no one else was in the room.

At one point, the main characters had a dramatic breakup scene, and Lee Know sighed, shaking his head. “Three… two… one… and cue the sad montage.”

Right on time, the screen faded into a heartbroken protagonist staring out of a rainy window.

You stifled a laugh. “I hate how predictable this is.”

“Right? It’s like they copy and paste the same script every time.”

As you both chuckled softly, what you didn’t notice were the lingering glances from your friends.

Felix, sipping his drink, nudged Seungmin with his elbow and tilted his head toward you two. “Are they always like this?” he whispered.

Seungmin smirked. “Nope. This is new.”

Han, sprawled on the floor with a pillow under his head, wiggled his eyebrows. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sensing some serious chemistry over there.”

Felix nodded subtly, watching as Lee Know leaned in to whisper something else in your ear, making you giggle. “Yeah… they’re in their own little world.”

Changbin, who had been watching quietly, grinned. “Should we say something?”

Felix shook his head. “Nah. Let’s see how long it takes them to notice.”

Meanwhile, completely oblivious to your friends’ knowing looks, you and Lee Know were still locked into your conversation.

Lee Know sighed dramatically. “If they don’t end up together in the dumbest way possible, I’ll be disappointed.”

You smirked. “Oh, don’t worry. He’s definitely about to show up at her wedding and confess his love in front of everyone.”

Lee Know groaned. “God, I hope he gets rejected. Just once. Just for the plot twist.”

You snickered. “You’re asking for too much.”

At that moment, a new song started playing over the movie’s emotional climax. Lee Know made a face. “Oh great. Cue the emotional acoustic song.”

The movie’s final scene cut to black eventually, and the lights flicked on.

You stretched your arms and sighed, ready to make another sarcastic remark, when you noticed something strange, your friends were all staring at you and Lee Know.

You blinked. “Uh… what?”

Felix cleared his throat, quickly looking away. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Seungmin coughed into his fist. “Yeah, just… interesting movie, huh?”

Han smirked but said nothing, exchanging a glance with Changbin.

You frowned, confused, but shrugged it off. Meanwhile, Lee Know stretched beside you, completely unbothered.

The night eventually came to an end. As you were about to leave, Seungmin casually stepped beside you, hands tucked into his pockets.

“So… you like Lee Know, huh?”

You nearly choked on air. “W-What?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Don’t play dumb. It’s obvious.”

Your face heated up instantly. You glanced around, making sure no one else was paying attention before whispering, “Okay, fine. Maybe. A little.”

Seungmin scoffed. “A little? You were in your own little world with him the entire night.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to brush it off. “Whatever. It’s not like it matters. He probably doesn’t—”

“He does.” Seungmin cut you off, looking at you like you were an idiot. “Y/N, the rest of us can see it. And if we can, you seriously think he doesn’t feel the same?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You think so?”

Seungmin sighed, shaking his head with a small smirk. “I don’t think. I know.”

And with that, he patted your shoulder and walked off, leaving you standing there, replaying his words in your head.

Maybe… just maybe, he was right.

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A few weeks later, your friend group planned a beach day. The plan was to leave early in the morning—around 6 or 7 AM—so they’d be picking you up at your place.

When the car arrived, you climbed in, greeted everyone sleepily, and settled into your seat. You ended up sitting next to Lee Know.

Still groggy from waking up so early, you leaned your head against the window, trying to get comfortable for the long drive. But just as you started to relax, Lee Know nudged your arm.

“So… I heard something interesting the other day.”

You blinked, turning to him. “What?”

He smirked, tilting his head slightly. “Seungmin told me you have a crush on someone.”

Your stomach dropped. That traitor.

You kept your expression neutral, playing it cool. “Oh? And you believe everything Seungmin says?”

Lee Know narrowed his eyes at you, clearly not buying it. “So it’s not true?”

You hesitated for half a second too long.

His smirk widened. “It is true.”

You groaned, turning your head away. “I’m not talking about this with you.”

But Lee Know was relentless. “Come on, just tell me who it is.”

You shook your head. “Nope. It’s a secret.”

He huffed, pretending to be offended. “Why? You don’t trust me?”

You turned back to him, raising an eyebrow. “Exactly.”

Lee Know gasped dramatically. “Unbelievable. I thought we were close.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. “We are, but that doesn’t mean I have to tell you everything.”

For the rest of the car ride, Lee Know kept trying to get you to spill.

“Is it someone from our friend group?”

“Do I know them?”

“Oh my god, is it Felix?”

You ignored most of his questions, dodging them with vague answers or simply changing the subject. No matter how persistent he was, you refused to give in.

And by the time you finally arrived at the beach, Lee Know still had no clue who your crush was.

But that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying to find out.

After arriving at the beach, your group got to work setting everything up; planting umbrellas in the sand, spreading out towels, and placing a cooler filled with beers in the middle of your little setup. The sun was already blazing, and the sound of waves crashing mixed with the laughter of your friends as they ran toward the water.

You had worn your bikini under your clothes, so without much thought, you grabbed the hem of your oversized T-shirt and pulled it over your head, quickly slipping out of your shorts.

What you didn’t expect was Lee Know’s reaction.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him freeze. His entire body stiffened, and he quickly turned his head to the side, his ears turning red. He was flustered.

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile. Was he really that shy just from seeing you in a bikini? Seeing that reaction made your heart beat faster, looked so cute.

Trying to act casual, you grabbed your bottle of sunscreen and began applying it to your arms and legs. But when it came to your back, you hesitated. Your friends were already running toward the ocean, leaving only one person behind.

Lee Know.

You turned to him, holding up the sunscreen bottle. “Hey… can you help me with my back?”

His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, he just stared at you.

“M-Me?”

You nodded. “Unless you want me to ask a total stranger?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes before snatching the bottle from your hand. “Fine, turn around.”

You turned your back to him, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. A few seconds later, his hands pressed against your back, spreading the cool sunscreen across your shoulders.

You swallowed. His touch was… soft.

His hands moved slowly, spreading the lotion over your shoulder blades, down to the middle of your back. You felt the way his fingers hesitated for a split second before gliding lower, rubbing the sunscreen into your skin with a gentleness you hadn’t expected.

You liked it.

Your heartbeat picked up as his fingers pressed a little firmer, the warmth of his hands contrasting against the chill of the lotion. For a moment, it felt almost… intimate.

Lee Know cleared his throat behind you. “There. Done.”

You turned to face him, noticing the faint pink dusting his cheeks. He quickly handed you back the bottle, avoiding your gaze.

You took it with a small smile. “Thanks.”

He nodded, still refusing to meet your eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t get sunburned.”

You chuckled softly before turning toward the ocean, but you could still feel the lingering warmth of his hands on your skin.

The day went by normally, filled with laughter, splashes in the ocean, and the warmth of the sun against your skin. You and your friends had lunch right there on the beach, passing around sandwiches and drinks as the waves crashed nearby.

And throughout the day, Lee Know kept trying to get information out of you.

Every once in a while, he’d lean in, his voice teasing yet curious. “So… are you sure you don’t want to tell me?”

You’d simply shake your head, smiling innocently. “Nope.”

This game continued all afternoon. Every time he thought he was getting close, you dodged the question. Your friends, however, had started catching on.

Felix, Seungmin, and Han exchanged amused glances, whispering among themselves every time Lee Know tried (and failed) to get you to confess. He was completely oblivious to what was right in front of him.

Then, as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Felix suddenly clapped his hands together.

“We should go get more beer.”

The others instantly caught on.

“Yeah, good idea,” Han said, already standing up.

Changbin stretched, “Let’s go before the store closes.”

One by one, they all got up, casually dusting the sand off their clothes.

You blinked. “…Wait, all of you are going?”

Felix grinned, “Yeah, why not?” Then, with a very obvious look between you and Lee Know, he added, “We’ll be back soon. Enjoy the sunset.”

Before you could protest, they were already walking away, leaving you alone with Lee Know.

A heavy silence settled between you two.

For the first time all day, he didn’t say anything.

The sound of the waves filled the quiet space, and you focused on the horizon, watching the sun sink lower. But then…

Lee Know let out a long sigh.

“Just tell me who it is. The suspense is killing me.”

You swallowed, keeping your eyes on the ocean. “I can’t tell you, Lee Know.”

“Why not?” He turned to fully face you, his brows furrowed. “Don’t you trust me? I thought we were friends.”

Friends.

That word hit you like a knife straight to the chest.

A mix of emotions… your feelings for him, the pressure he was putting on you, the fear of ruining your friendship, of breaking your friend group… it all exploded at once.

Before you could stop them, tears welled up in your eyes and started spilling down your cheeks.

You quickly stood up, turning away from him as you wiped your face with the back of your hand. You needed space.

Lee Know immediately noticed your shift in mood, and his voice softened.

“Hey… I’m sorry.” His tone was full of regret. “I didn’t mean to push you so much. I just—” He sighed again, more frustrated with himself than anything. “I need to know.”

Slowly, you turned back around, and when he saw your tear-streaked face, his eyes widened in alarm.

“You’re an idiot!” You snapped, voice shaking. “Do you really not see it? It’s so obvious…!”

Lee Know blinked, still clueless. “I must be an idiot then, because apparently, I’m the only one in our group who hasn’t figured it out.”

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head in disbelief before finally, finally saying the words you had been holding in for weeks.

“It’s you, idiot! You’re the one I’ve liked for almost two months now. Happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

A heavy silence filled the space between you two.

Lee Know stood in front of you, motionless, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. Instead, you stared down at the sand, your heart pounding so hard it echoed in your ears.

Then, gently, he reached out and lifted your chin with his fingers.

Your breath hitched as your eyes finally met his. His gaze was intense yet unbelievably soft, filled with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

With the same hand, he delicately wiped away your tears, his thumb brushing against your cheek before resting his palm there. His touch was warm, grounding.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he murmured, “How am I supposed to hold back when you look beautiful even when you’re crying?”

Before you could even process his words, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss took you completely by surprise. Your body froze for a few seconds, too shocked to react. But then—instinct took over.

You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his soft hair. His arms circled your waist, pulling you closer as the world around you seemed to blur.

The kiss was deep, filled with all the emotions that had been bottled up for weeks. The warmth of his lips, the way he tilted his head to deepen the kiss—it all felt so right.

The sound of the waves and the golden hues of the sunset painted the perfect scene around you.

And then…

A sudden burst of cheers erupted behind you.

You both pulled apart, startled, only to find your entire friend group standing there, grinning like idiots.

Felix clapped dramatically. “Finally!”

Han smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “I told you he liked you too.”

Changbin grinned, raising an imaginary glass. “A toast to the new couple! I better get invited to your wedding.”

You groaned, hiding your face in Lee Know’s chest, while he simply smirked, unfazed.

Without missing a beat, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, whispering just for you to hear.

“Guess we really were obvious, huh?”

[spookysshadow]

Going off of that super successful, breadwinner Izuna and his career academic husband/house husband Tobirama - but set in founders era.

Like: The village gets built without Izuna being killed in battle (hooray!) - don't ask me how - it shall simply be. They agree for the sake of a more permanent peace that they should throw a marriage treaty in there - just in case.

Madara sees no point, but Izuna operates on the "I must have Tobirama within my filed of vision at ALL TIMES to avoid catastrophe" and so he volunteers to wife up Tobirama. They make a contract with the following details:

Tobirama will be allowed to keep up his training, but will be barred from missions until the Uchiha are more comfortable with it;

Consequentially he can also train the younger Uchiha within the presence of a senior member of the Clan (other shinobi or an elder);

He is to prioritize maintaining the household, mainly including but not limited to: caring for Izuna's ward, one Kagami Uchiha (let's just say, since Izuna's the one with the wife/projected to have a wife, he was given guardianship over wee Kagami instead of his brother), dealing with the household finances, and tending the garden/koi pond. They have a maid/chef, etc for other typical household things and would have had a gardener, but Izuna figured Senju = Nature people, sure why not;

He is allowed to do research and even have a lab instead the house/next to the house - but his research should prioritize his husband's clan first, then the village;

He has to bottom, unless his husband states otherwise

Hashirama takes one look at the agreement and is ready to throw hands. How dare they cage his baby brother? How dare they!

Meanwhile Tobirama, who is running on two hours of sleep, his sister-in-law's breakfast blend tea and a prototype ration bar he made that tastes like shit, skims through the contract ONCE and signs it.

Hashirama is freaking out because: OTOUTO, PLEASE YOU MUSTN'T - and Tobirama is like: Bitch stfu this sounds like a vacation. You mean to tell me I get to relax near fishes, get my back blown out, be a sensei and do as much research as I want?? Sign me UP!

Seriously, Tobirama can't remember the last time he has had this much free time. Of course, after some sleep and a proper meal he realizes maaaaaybe he should have read the terms and conditions a little more closely, but overall none of it sounds bad. He's mostly worried about Izuna's attitude, but even that doesn't really put a damper on his day.

Izuna and Madara, of course, are genuinely surprised the Senju agreed to fast to the contract, but hey they won't complain.

Fast forward in a few years and Izuna is the primary breadwinner, working at the Hokage Tower, taking missions, even being a Sensei to the Academy at some point. Meanwhile Tobirama is at home, tending to their koi pond (yes, Izuna they all do have their own names and yes, he will address them as such), training Kagami, working on medical advancements for his new clan's eye issues and some jutsus he never thought he'd ever get the chance to, giving his husband massages when he returns home from working so looong at the office all day, occasionally (all the time, really) enticing him into bed so he can help relax even more.

(It's been years, Izuna's asked him if he wishes to return to shinobi work or work more hands-on in the Hokage Tower instead of looking over Izuna's documents and nitpicking. But he always knows the answer is no - if anything he only asks because his brother and his brother-in-law urge him to. After all, he's never seen Tobirama this relaxed until after they got married -- he remembers feeling smug in the beginning, in thinking he'd effectively clipped his enemies wings by chaining him to the Uchiha. Instead Tobirama floated into his house with a calm and relief that Izuna initially was annoyed about - after all he was trying to piss off the Senju - Hashirama understood the assignment, why was his Senju always doing the opposite?

And then he realized how nice it was to have Tobirama waiting at home for him, with Kagami in tow. How happy it made him when his husband would tell him about what they train the young Uchiha's, later on some other students, in and what they got into. It was especially fun knowing that Tobirama had no issues with the dynamics of their sex life and if Izuna wanted to change it up, he was always willing to try something once - with notes -- and sure working in the Hokage Tower was brutal and they could have most definitely used Tobirama's help (sentiments whined by his brother and brother-in-law) but coming home to a relaxed, content husband who was willing to help him with the Village anyway and then cuddle with him when he got a stress headache? 20x better. )

aaaand that's all I got folks

[dissociation-station123]

Chapter Seven - Perfect Distraction

Sylus X Reader

Warning - Mention of emotional trauma due to past relationship

“You need more sleep.” Sylus chastises you, both of you sitting at the bar on a Thursday evening. He cups your cheek studying the dark circles under your eyes. You quickly shake away from his grasp, a pout on your face.

“I sleep!” You counter poorly and he rolls his eyes. You huff and take a sip of your drink, sighing contently from the burn as it travels down your throat. Soothing the stress away in an instance.

Sylus clicks his teeth at you in defiance. “You take far too many late night trips to that convenience store. That’s very dangerous.” He continues like a disappointed parent. It is now your turn to roll your eyes.

You go to take another drink and freeze. You begin to process his words, your eyes widen in shock. Sylus has been able to predict your every move and even more so now that you have become close friends.

You begin to search your clothes frantically. “What are you doing?” Sylus asks in confusion, eyebrows raised. He is not comprehending your sudden erratic movements.

“Did you put a tracker on me or something?!” You glare in his direction as you feel the seams of your shirt. Sylus burst into a chuckle at your paranoia. He grabs onto your shoulders to stop you from removing your clothes in the middle of the establishment.

“That is ridiculous. You sound insane.I just know your habits now.” He says so coyly that you get an urge to pinch him. You give him a side eye as you take a drink which only makes his grin wider.

“You guys are so adorable.” The bartender walks over with a bright demeanor and you sneer in her direction. This emboldens him further, scooting his chair closer leaving no space to breath. Wrapping his stupidly muscular arm around your shoulder.

“My kitten is the cutest.” He purrs directly in your ear and your mouth opens in disbelief. You slowly pan your face to glance up at him, “She looks so charming when she scowls at me like this.” The audacity he has when he bops your nose is unfathomable.

“I will torture you slowly. The bliss I will feel when you cry out in agony will be my lullaby.” You grit your teeth yet you knew it would not faze him.

“Yes sweetie, I love when you talk dirty.” He bites his lower lip condescendingly, it’s so damn attractive. You facepalm to avoid staring. Sylus sees this and assumes your defeat he pulls away with an obnoxious laugh.

“Maybe our friendship was a mistake.” You mutter into your hand. Sylus was perceptive and heard every word.

“It's too late now. I gave you a chance to run.” He Grabs your glass and finishes your whiskey with a twinkle in his eyes. “Not my fault you're a fool who fell for my charms.”

You ask the bartender for another and she gladly complies, amused by you both. “It was not your fake facade Sylus. Once I got to see underneath I knew you needed someone. The more we hung out I realized I needed this too.”

Sylus is not expecting a genuine response. He was waiting for a dig or teasing comment in return. His cocky expression dissipates within seconds, he gives you a nod in understanding.

Before he could speak, the bell above the door of the bar chimes, a large group of people walk in. “Looks like a busy night. Want to go for a ride?” He asks and you agree without a second thought.

Since the first ride together this has been somewhat of a routine for when the bar became a bit too crowded. Sylus always recognizes your discomfort and whisks you away on his bike. The ride itself has become less nerve wracking and you have begun to enjoy them.

You both escape the bar, it’s become a habit for him to take your arm and guide you through the chaos and boisterous chatting. You take a relieved breath when you make it over to his motorcycle.

You wait for him to hand you the helmet and place it on yourself, now a bit of an expert. He gets on and you follow, holding onto his waist, gently compared to the death grip you had from the first few times. The tension of the original experience caused by fear has now dissipated.

Sylus leans back into you and turns his head, “Where to?” He asks softly and you honestly don’t care as long as you get to hang out with him for a bit longer.

You lift the visor, “Doesn’t matter to me. Let’s just ride around for a bit.” He studies your face and smiles then shuts your visor.

There was no longer the gnawing tension of riding on what you originally deemed a death machine, but a new form emerged that you are now struggling to push down. Your stomach flips pleasantly when he pats your thighs to signal he is pulling off. You lean into him and your heart races at the heat radiating amongst you.

You remind yourself he is just a flirtatious being, it holds no value. A man like this is not meant for you romantically, someone who struggles with the concept. He deserves a whirlwind of love you're not capable of providing. A kind that is suffocating that drives the couple to the brink of destruction together. A story book of passion.

You are jolted out of your thoughts when he takes hold of your hand and squeezes tightly. A signal you both developed to pull each other from your thoughts, you squeeze back to reassure him your ok, feel his thumb caress your hand in acknowledgement. A friendly gesture of understanding, you repeat it a few times internally to remind yourself.

Your thoughts relax when he pulls onto the highway ramp, and the wind begins to swirl around you as he picks up speed. Your hold loosens even more as you hum at the adrenaline now coursing through your body. You glance up at the night sky, through the smog and bright city lights it’s hard to see stars. You can’t help but to think it’s still a beautiful sight as the scenery flashes by.

You never imagined yourself especially at this age on the back of a Ducati. Yet now that you are you wonder what else you could find yourself doing. The hope that diminished a long time ago makes its way slowly to the surface. You want to push it back down as well but you don’t, instead you laugh, lifting your arms recklessly. Not for too long but just enough to make you light headed at the sensation.

You feel Sylus’s body shake with laughter and you feel a bright smile on your face. He picks up speed and you find yourself giggling like a child.

Way too soon he is pulling up to your building. You slowly dismount and begrudgingly take off the helmet, passing it back to him. “I knew there was boldness hidden inside you.” He grins and you shrug, though you felt proud. “Someone who drinks as much as you do has to have a reckless soul buried.”

“I don’t drink that much.” You counter and he gives you a stern glance. “Ok I should cut back a bit. You're the one who introduced me to the fancy stuff.” You cross your arms.

“So you just do whatever I suggest?” He leans in close, his eyebrows raised, “I have quite a few more.” That seductive tone again, you push him away playfully. He is just a flirt, it’s nothing serious.

“I refuse to go skydiving!” You proclaim physically placing your foot down. He chuckles at you as he gets back on his bike to leave. He turns to observe you standing on the sidewalk.

“Let me cook for you.” He states, something that sounded so harmless. “Come over to my place.” That sounded dangerous and definitely made you give him a second look.

A few minutes pass as he waits for your reply. “F-fine!” You mutter anxiously, the idea of being in his home sounded intimate. You continue to tell yourself that he is simply being friendly. He smiles when you agree.

“I’ll text you the details. Goodnight Y/N.” He started up the bike and you were thankful for the loud roar of the engine. Worried he could hear your heart beating out of your chest, you watch him drive away.

~

Your body is buzzing with overwhelming anxiety as you knock on Sylus’s door. An unfamiliar voice is heard from the other side. “It’s her!! Can’t wait to meet her.” Their voice, playful.

The unknown person opens the door and you are greeted by two masked figures. You jump back in surprise at their outfits. It was not Halloween but their garments had you second guessing yourself.

“So sorry! We don’t mean to startle you. We have to protect our identity. Boss told us to leave before you got here but we couldn’t help ourselves. I’m Kieran!” One of the men holds out their hand, their friendly persona calming you down. You give him a handshake and smile.

“I had to see the person who got the boss to eat at a burger place. I thought he was mess’n with us. I’m Luke!” You wave and he does the same. “It’s an honour to meet the great Y/N in person. The boss is always talk’n” Before Luke could continue there was a loud commotion in the hallway.

You have never seen Sylus in a state of panic before, there is a first time for everything. The large man charges down the highway haphazardly knocking into the wall. His eyebrows drew together anxiously. “Out!!” He shouts at his coworkers.

“Sorry boss!!” The two men say in unison and rush past you with a final wave in your direction. You burst out laughing, holding your stomach unable to stop. Seeing actual terror in his eyes over something so trivial, tears formed in your eyes.

“Are you done sweetie?” His voice is flat as he towers over you in the doorway. His hand resting on the frame, his ruby eyes piercing into you like daggers, yet your giggle persisted.

“I’m— sorry…” you snort as you try to stop but at the moment it is impossible. “The intimidating — haha — Sylus — haha — wait…” You struggle to breathe but it feels good. “Sorry — I was so nervous.” You finally reign in your chaotic chuckle, that felt like a spell was placed on you. When you finally look back up he is smiling with you.

“Laughing at my expense, how cruel. I will have to punish the twins later.” He motions for you to enter and you do. You take off your shoes in the entryway, your mouth gapes from the luxurious interior of his home.

“Please don’t. I was super anxious about coming here and they were very kind.” You turned to face him once you registered his threat. “I also haven’t laughed so hard in a very long time.” You grin and he lets out an exaggerated sigh.

“I’ll let them off the hook then.” He says with faux annoyance as he guides you down the hall. Your head is on a swivel taking in the modern style. In a place like the N109 zone this was a rare sight. “Impressed?” He asks with a sly smirk.

“So much space for one person.” You scowl and he smirks at your sign of contempt. “It’s nice though.” You shrug as you both finally reach the spacious open kitchen. Designer bowls, utensils, and fresh ingredients are set out on the marble countertops.

“If you're done judging my lifestyle, would you mind cutting and dicing a couple tomatoes?” He says coyly as he moves around working to prepare the meal. Soul crushing anxiety returns immediately and with a vengeance, as you walk to the sink to wash your hands.

Familiar words echo in your mind from memories past - You are useless, can’t even boil water right - Don’t hold it like that idiot -You are lucky I put up with you because no other man would

Sylus notices your blank stare, waving a hand in front of your face, holding out a towel. “You alright?” He questions and you nod frantically as you dry your hands. You straighten up attempting to mask your expression to avoid further investigation.

“Yeah of course.” You say and push him away. He chuckles and moves to the cabinet to grab something else. You move back to the counter, look down and scold your shaky hands as you lift up the cutting knife. You take in a breath trying to combat the internal thoughts haunting and harassing you. You grab a tomato and place it on the cutting board.

You swallow heavily and are about to cut when a shadow blocks the light from behind you. “It was rude of me to put my guest to work.” Sylus whispers directly into your ear. You let out a breath you were holding as he wrapped his hand around yours. He gently guides your movements until both vegetables are perfectly sliced.

“That’s it, nice job.” His baritone voice is soothing. A smile forms on your face as you both dice up the tomatoes together. “Thank you for your help. Now…” He sets down the knife and turns you to face him.

Sylus tilts your chin up, an endearing look is hidden in his eyes. “Sit here and look pretty.” You let out a surprised yelp as he effortlessly lifts you up to sit on the counter. “Shouldn’t be too much longer.” He promises while tapping your shoulder affectionately.

You watch him attentively as he moves around the space with concentrated ease. Stirring, chopping, and mixing with keen precision. It felt like a performance. After a while he walks over to you with a spoon. “Open.” He orders and you examine the sauce, the smell is wonderful.

You do as you're told and as soon as it hits your tastebuds you groan. You give him two thumbs up and he chuckles with pride. “Sylus you are something else!” He rolls his eyes and stealthly dabs your nose with the leftovers. “Hey I was being sincere this time!!” You say through a laugh, swiping the sauce and gladly licking it from your finger.

He has you taste test a few other things and then the meal is ready. You hop from the counter enthusiastically. Helping him carry everything to the large decorative dining table. “Is this also where you hold your mob meetings?” You tease surveying how many chairs are tucked neatly into the table.

“Just ignore the bloodstains.” He quips back and you both smirk in unison. You then dig in with no hesitation. You would tell him to open a restaurant but knowing him he probably already owns one. “I love how expressive you are when you eat.”

You look up with a mouthful and go to glare but can read the sincerity on his face. He had told you he envied how easily you were able to display your emotions. A pang of sadness hits you knowing he probably has reasons why he is unable to. A naive part of you craves to see it and hoard them for yourself.

“Why did they push back the wedding? Not that I’m complaining, I was dreading it to be honest.” You ask and feel guilty when his smile fades, replaced only for a second by vulnerability then back to his stoic facade.

“The groom is a doctor and there was an emergency. So they postponed it.” He keeps his voice even as he speaks so to avoid any slip of emotion.

“I was wondering if she changed her mind or something.” You feel awful for what you said, but you craved to see a deeper part of Sylus. So you could help pick him up like he had you.

Sylus frowns, “It would not change anything even if she did.” You study him and watch as his jaw clenches. “She has decided.”

“Good for you.” You respond honestly and boldly. His pride was damaged but not broken. You look up at him and he smiles, his eyes scanning you as always. He must have determined you were being truthful because he nods.

“Thanks for coming Y/N.” He mutters and you now nod. You wanted to reach out and squeeze his hand but there was too much of a distance. You both quickly change the subject and the rest of the night seems to fly by.

In your mind as you both laugh and carry on you think:

I may not be the passionate person he deserves but at least I can distract him for a bit until that person comes a long…

[imagoodcop]

@idefendthecrimes

{Questioning and reading people… That was something I couldn’t help but to do anytime I was in someone else’s company. That was my job. It was who I was as a person. One thing I was really good at. Truthfully, I had one of these mindsets where I’d expect the worst in people until they managed to prove me wrong. Maybe it didn’t make sense to others, but this way of handling things worked best for me. I always went in expecting people to have ulterior motives to avoid ending up disappointed and put out once they proved me right. On occasion, though, there were people who managed to show me they were good. Bradford and a couple of others I worked with were in that category, but few others managed to break through my tough exterior and my rough around the edge wall I had built up around me as a means of protection and self-preservation. If anyone could understand why I was like that, it was Wesley, given what he pulled back in high school. That broke my heart, yes, but it also taught me a lesson. It pushed me to toughen up; all the while refusing to let people screw me over again in the future. I thought to myself in justification as I listened to his response. Eh, he seemed genuine. His compliment felt real, but I wouldn’t make that decision about his genuinity yet, since for all I knew, he was like most guys who tended to toss out compliments in hopes of softening me up enough to get into my pants}Thanks. Guess we’ll see how it goes. {I aired out casually in response before nodding in agreement to his comment about family} Hell yeah, they are. For years I let it bother me. I mean, how could you not? Everyone wants to be accepted and supported by their family. Then, I don’t know, I guess I felt the unnecessary stress and insecurity it was putting on me, so I just stopped caring. I realized life is too short to let other’s opinions matter that much to me. The people who matter will accept you for who you are, even if they don’t always agree with your choices in life, and well, those who don’t accept or support you don’t deserve a place in your life. Thing is, it’s your life to live, so you need to do the thing and make the choices that will help you sleep at night. You can’t base your happiness or what someone else wants or expects from you. Why should you be miserable and unhappy just to make someone else happy? That’s dumb and something I refuse to do anymore. {I shrugged indifferently as I took another drink. Listening as Wesley shared his thoughts with me about his mom} Have you told her to back off or put her in her place yet? I mean, I know she’s your mom, and you’re trying to be respectful, but sometimes a little tough love might be exactly what you both need in order to get on the same track. {I casually suggested. I know only Wesley could decide what the best way was to handle his mom, but if there’s on thing I learned from my own family issues, it was sometimes they won’t back off a bit until you put them in their place and let them know where you stand on their unwelcomed opinions} 

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

[daysofnights]

smth smth sirius fucking james when he comes home after a night with a girl

[m1ckeyb3rry]

everyone is always like “why don’t hamsters ever die normal deaths” they do actually!! people just think that small animals don’t have feelings so they find it funny to talk about them dying in gruesome ways.

[bruhstation]

of fucking course the best, most harrowing, most gut-wrenching tugs character only appeared in one episode (a bit of ramble in the tags)

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

It's hard being someone who does genuinely get infuriated with Ford's actions and acknowledges a lot of his flaws and the people he hurt, while also liking (and relating) to his character enough that I would like him to have nice things sometimes and don't believe he's satan

[bacchuschucklefuck]

the never stop blowing up vhs is where cute twinks go to get harmed

[brown-little-robin]

I need to sleep for 70 hours and then maybe I'll feel not evil again

[daz4i]

sorry for being edgy on main but i still genuinely don't get how most people aren't suicidal??? is it denial. ik my mom isn't suicidal bc she just constantly escapes reality however she can and ik my brother has an abundance of distractions going on at all times (also he's like stoned 24/7). is that how everyone does this. is it even possible to be present and not want to die

[xbraveheartx]

-wakes up in a cold sweat- what if the body Geppetto talks about in “Notes from an Experiment” wasn’t about Romeo at all, but The Nameless puppet, a puppet who’s body is of decaying flesh stitched together seemingly of other fleshy parts??? The statement of “becoming a god or devil”, the intention of using the god’s arm on it, of bringing back Carlo through NP, the fact that it was a first attempt at trying to revive his son— what if NP’s body wasn’t all Carlo’s at all?

Thank you for listening… -passes out again-

[fluentisonus]

working full time with normal hours has convinced me more than ever that actually high school Could have been a sane & even enjoyable time for me if it weren't for the homework. sick & twisted tbh

[mars-ipan]

don’t trust your brain after 7pm (winter mode) don’t trust your brain after 7pm (winter mode) don’t trust your brain after 7pm (winter mode)

[gatsbydyke]

headcanoning gatsby as black (and therefore having Not Light Colored eyes) despite him canonically having Blue eyes is so fun cuz like. on one hand yeah it can be "ignoring canon in favor of fanon" or god forbid "being a fake fan" (lmao) but also *gestures vaguely to daisy and jordans hair colors*

also, may i offer: nick just. forgetting what color gatsbys eyes were. i mean he didnt have any color photos (for obvious reasons) and like its been 2 years. hes drunk, sleep deprived, writing at like 3am like "his... eyes were blue right?? that seems about right" (was too busy looking at his Damned smile the whole time)