#low energy sorry maybe after lunch i will have more energy

[seariii]

hello how are you <3

the in spanish one i feel i messed up the beginning, and on the in english one i kinda forgot the lyrics for a second but so be it

[hiraethwrote]

NEVER GOT YOUR NAME

✧ pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader ✧ summary: based of this drabble — you're ex is borderline harassing you. he just will not leave you alone, and in a desperate attempt to get him off your back, you tell a little white lie. in panic, you grab the first stranger to walk by and introduce him as your date ✧ cw: fluff, light profanity, one little comment about previous sexual relationship, arguing, word vomit ngl (i'm describing too much sorry) pining, reader is smaller than satoru, mild use of petnames, no use of y/n ✧ word count: 3.5k

He was a menace. A true and genuine menace, who seemed to have some sort of natural ability in finding you, no matter where you were.

Maybe getting a restraining order was the next step — there was no way he managed to just randomly run into at the rate that he was, whether that was in the grocery store, the gas station or just on the street. No, he had to be stalking you, right? The universe wouldn’t be so cruel to give this guy, your god awful ex, the privilege of fulfilling his desires of bumping into you.

Yet, here you stood in front of him again.

His eyebrows pinched together, an innocent little smirk tilting his mouth crooked, feeding you the same lines he always did.

“Great seeing you again,” like you hadn’t ran into him not even three days ago. “You look fantastic, as always. How’ve you been, sweets?” Urgh, one of the many nicknames he had named you — your stomach turning at the sound of it. You were scared you might actually hurl.

“Stop calling me that,” you demanded, keeping your voice low. He always managed to bring your anger right to the surface, to which you had to use all your energy not to blow up in his face. It had already happened once, about two months after you broke up with him. You had raised your voice at him and lashed out, causing some random bystander to interfere — who had then proceed to take his side. Unbelievable, as if he wasn’t the one who had taken you for granted for the entirety of your relationship.

“Sorry, old habits die hard, you know.” So full of shit. You’d been broken up for months, there shouldn’t have been any problem dropping the pet names. He only did it as a tactic to try and manipulate you into his arms again. And to think you willingly used to sleep with this guy. “Since we’re both here, why don’t we grab lunch together?”

“Oh, please,” you breathed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“It’ll be good for us, sweets-“ don’t punch him, don’t punch him, don’t punch him. “Maybe we can talk some things-“

“I’m actually here on a date!”

Finally he shut up, only for his face to twist into an expression of pure disgust. It was clear the idea had never even crossed his mind — and you would have been able to enjoy his agony had it not been for the fact that it was a complete and utter lie, thrown out in a moment of desperation.

What were you to do when your ex decided to wait around for your date to arrive, and he never showed? You could already picture his face — the patronising pity he would pay you, while you’d be able to read his satisfaction behind his eyes, as he would use it against you for months to come.

You had only bought yourself some time and you needed to think fast.

“Who? I mean, do I know them? Have you met them before?” He stuttered out questions of bewilderment as your limbs were growing ever more frantic at your side.

And then the bell above the entrance of the cafe chimed a sweet tune, eyes snapping towards the sound. “Ah, there he is!” Your arms acted on their own accord, hands grabbing onto the bicep of the person who had been so unfortunate to walk in right as you were spiralling.

Swallowing the worst of your anxiety, you dared turn your head towards the random person, hoping to god he wasn’t ugly (because that would just be yet another thing your ex would badger you about).

Due to his height, you had to angle your head more than expected to meet his piercing eyes that were ogling you with complete confusion — but you only had time to take in his appearance for a slit second before you shot him a pleading look, betting everything on the off chance that he would be able to read the situation — but also finding it in himself to play along to your little performance.

Your fingers squeezed lightly at his arm, bringing him back to reality. Then it only took him a second to make up his mind, the white haired stranger wiping off his confusion and confidently throwing his muscular arm across your shoulders. Once he turned to face your ex, he had painted his features with the smuggest grin one could imagine, revealing a charming dimple.

He tilted forward slightly, which only brought more attention to how much taller he was than your ex, and shot his hand out between them. “Satoru, pleasure to meet you.” His tone matched his expression, not a single speckle of insecurity to pick up on anywhere. Your ex stared at his hand with disdain before begrudgingly accepting the gesture and introducing himself in return. “Hm, don’t think she’s mentioned you.”

Your lips parted in surprise, not expecting this Satoru to take his role so seriously — and then put on an award winning show right off the bat, nonetheless. Was it finally your turn to be blessed by the universe with some good karma in the shape of the most perfect stranger to deal with the situation?

Turning to take a quick glance at your ex, you had to press your lips together to choke back the cackle that threatened to escape. His expression was priceless, Satoru’s innocent little comment rolling of his tongue so effortlessly, causing a slight twitch in your ex’s eye.

“Well, I’m her-“ then he cleared his throat, struggling to finish his sentence. You weren’t surprised his title died in his throat, having never really accepted the fact that the relationship with over.

“He’s my ex,” you said, finding some courage to casually place your hand on Satoru’s chest, hoping and begging you weren’t making him uncomfortable by crossing a line.

“Aaah, your ex,” this Satoru trialed off with an awkward raise of the eyebrows before he turned to look at you again. That’s when you finally got to take a proper look at his breathtaking eyes, the whole ocean trapped in his irises. But you couldn’t let yourself fall completely mesmerised — you shook off the affect his piercing eyes seemed to have. “Sorry I’m running a little late. I stopped by the bookstore down the street to see if they had that book you recommended on our first date.” Then he served you what seemed like a genuine smile.

Stop, not the time to admire the handsome stranger!

You bashfully tilted your head forward while the sweetest chuckle traveled past your lips, also having to sell the performance. “How sweet of you to remember.”

“Of course!” He smoothly removed his arm from your shoulder to slide it along your back, moving it in comforting circles — but he never let it travel too far.

Your ex had his glare glued to Satoru’s gesture, unable to look away no matter how badly he wanted to.

“Never got around to that one,” your ex said with an awkward, forced laugh in an attempt to shift the attention back to him. He probably thought he was being charming (he always thought he was), but his little comment only gave you another reminder to why you had broken up with him — he never cared about your interests, as he couldn’t be bothered to pick up your favourite book, no matter how many times you had asked him if he could at least give it a try.

“Huh, how unfortunate.” Again, your ex couldn’t conceal the little reaction Satoru caused in his face by his incredibly taunting tone.

He cleared his throat again, and you could see how he was grasping at straws trying to redeem himself. “So, what do you have planned?” It wasn’t too obvious, but you could tell — you could tell he asked as a challenge, certain your “date” wouldn’t be able to suffice an answer that would leave him satisfied.

You opened your mouth to answer, but only managed to take a breath before Satoru had already started his lengthy explanation. “Well, first I’m taking her out for lunch, obviously,” he mused, taking a quick glance around your surroundings. “And I didn’t want to ruin the surprise, but I got us entrance tickets for the botanical garden uptown. She told me she’s been wanting to go for months.” Then he turned to look at you.

He said it with such a genuine smile painting the corner of his lips, both of you letting the eye contact linger for a second. For once you were thankful for your ex, because if it wasn’t for him drawing Satoru’s alluring eyes away, you were scared you might just have found yourself swooning a little.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” your ex chuckled in response with a nonchalant eye roll, “she might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“Hm,” Satoru huffed, sucking in his cheeks and eyeing him up and down

Pathetic was really the only word that Satoru would use to best describe the individual in front of him. He just seemed so puny, reeking of insecurity, only amplified by how he had so easily went along with the lie of a botanical garden — something Satoru had just pulled from the top of his head.

A huge, nervous lump traveled down his throat as Satoru held his gaze hostage, his dominant behaviour easily smothering any sprinkle of confidence your ex might have possessed at one point — all by just being there. And it was just so satisfying that it was finally your turn to watch your no-good ex being the one who was tormented for once.

“Well-“ his voice cracked the slightest, Satoru pursing his lips in amusement at the little slip, “I have to get going now. I’ll see you around,” stumbling over his words as his face shyly grew redder. Then he just turned on his heel and left, leaving no time for you to even say goodbye.

Satoru instantly felt your body relax at his side with a deep exhale, the hand that had shyly rested on his chest with modesty falling the second the door was shut — and once you took a step in front of him, he became hyper aware of how close to him you had been the entire time. With the sudden absence of your body next to his, he realised how perfectly you had just seemed to fit next to him. Nearly as if you had been made simply to be by his side.

And stood in front of him, he finally got the chance to take a look at you. A proper look at you, and damn, you were beautiful. Your eyes were kind, which amazed him considering the unpleasant encounter that had just taken place.

The chuckle you’d faked along with his act was still resting on your lips, but now it definitely seemed more real — warm.

“Thank you so much!” You gushed, “I am so sorry I just dragged you into that! I was panicking.”

Satoru watched intently as you spoke, unable to peer his eyes off you. His attention held on to every syllable, entirely captivated by your person, eyes roaming your face to take in every little detail there was to observe.

“Shit,” you suddenly interrupted yourself, taking a glance at your watch.

“I never caught-“

“I really wish I could stay and treat you for lunch, as thanks,” you cut him off, seemingly not even acknowledging how he had tried to speak, rummaging through your bag frantically before pulling out your wallet, “but because of him I’m running late. So, here, take this,” you chuckled lightly while stuffing his hands full of cash. “I really appreciate what you did!” Satoru was barely able to decode what you were saying as it all came tumbling out in one breath.

Continuing to spew a string of thank you’s, you quickly backed out of the cafe, his eyes following you as you jogged lightly down the street and out of sight.

Satoru was left utterly baffled, simply ogling the vacated spot you had occupied seconds ago.

Of all the times Satoru would end up tongue tied, this was the worst possible moment — he was cursing himself relentlessly for not being quick enough to demand a name, and now you were just gone, some random person he’d been lucky enough to cross paths with for a moment.

He knew he should just get on with his day — use the money you had gifted him and buy himself that sweet treat he wanted and forget about you. But he couldn’t — he wouldn't.

Had you just decided to walk into a random cafe you had just so happened to walk past that particular day?

Satoru certainly thought so. Because when he couldn’t rid you from his mind, he had gone back to that very same cafe, childlike optimism filling his body while he lingered the area, waiting for your figure to show.

It never did.

His patience quickly ran out, growing more restless every day that passed where he didn’t see you stroll down the street to return to the cafe to grab the lunch you never got to have.

He couldn’t let it rest in the hands of the universe any longer. After days of casually stalking the area, he decided to strut through the entrance of the building to simply ask.

“And how can I help you today, sir?” The sweet girl behind the counter mused, the perfect customer service smile greeting him as he leaned his entire weight in the edge of the counter.

“Hi there, remember me?”

He saw her shoulders rise slightly as she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t,” yet another polite smile.

“I was in here about three weeks ago. Was with this really pretty girl-“

“Sir,” she gently interrupted him, still the same smile on her face, “we see hundred of faces every day. We have no way of remembering them all.”

His head fell back dramatically, huffing in disappointment as his fingers flexed against the marble top. “Thanks, anyway,” he mumbled quietly, shuffling over to a secluded table in the corner, sulking in his lonesome while his eyes were locked on the door, still filled with a light glimmer of hope that you would show.

It became routine — sitting in the same corner in the back, ordering the same thing while he waited for three hours everyday before he eventually had to leave, with a heavy heart, to attend to his duties.

And if the nice barista didn’t recognise him before, she definitely did now, walking over to his table and serving him his plate with a sympathetic smile. “No show today either?” The most theatrical sigh would leave his lips every time she asked the question, sad puppy dog eyes on display as he shook his head. “Sorry, buddy.”

“It’s getting a little sad, don’t you think?” Her coworker would comment once she rejoined her behind the counter, both of them keeping an eye on him with pinched eyebrows.

“I don’t know,” she breathed, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s a little romantic.”

Then they would share a look, some judgement passing between their eyes before they burst into innocent laughter, wondering how long they would get to witness his yearning before he eventually gave up his dreams of finding you again.

For days, Satoru’s head would snap towards the door every time the tiny bell rang, witnessing all sorts of people come to enjoy a little treat but not a single one of them fit your description.

Maybe this was just too hopeless? Tokyo was the most populated city in the world — bumping into the same person twice was like finding a needle in a high stack. Scratch that, it was like finding a rice grain in the great Sahara desert. But he kept praying, hoping the universe would bless him with his desire.

It was a perfectly okay day.

The temperature was nice — higher than expected for a mid-fall day — but the weather wasn’t much to brag about. For the past week it had been raining. Not pouring, but a light, constant drizzle that tapped quietly against the cafe window as Satoru stared mindlessly out at the scenery of concrete buildings and trees changing colour.

There was only a single string of hope that kept him sitting in that chair day after day, but it was destined to break soon. His head didn’t even turn towards the door anymore when that little bell rang with the familiar chime. He simply rested his chin in the palm of his hand, giving all the responsibility back to the universe.

The familiar barista came to his table, picking up the plate littered with only crumps and not one, but two, empty coffee mugs (that had been more sugar than coffee).

“Same time tomorrow?” She asked sweetly, wiping the table clean while balancing the dishes in her other hand.

He instantly wiped away his disappointment, plastering on the most convincing smile he could muster as he turned to face her. “I don’t think so.” She stared wide eyed at him, mouth parted into a shy ‘o’, a little disappointed to see him finally give up, having started to root for him a long time ago. “You’ve had exceptional service,” he beamed from ear to ear as he got up from his chair, her eyes never leaving him as he stood to tower over her.

He gave her one last tight lipped smile as he passed her. “Goodbye,” she stuttered quietly, keeping her pitying gaze on him as he headed for the exit.

The bell rang one last time, and Satoru was a little relieved he wouldn’t have to hear the obnoxiously high-pitching ding again — his relief short lasted as he crashed into a figure smaller than himself the second he was about to exit.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching- well, if it isn’t my knight in shining armour!”

What were the chances?

After all those days — waiting, staring, stuffing his face with sweets — and to think he was just about to give up. Maybe the universe had finally decided to take pity on him, wanting to reward his patience.

You looked as breathtaking as the day you had desperately latched onto his arm — maybe even better. You seemed lighter almost, as if someone had lifted off pounds from your shoulders. Same kind eyes, but a sense of peace glossing over them instead of frustration.

“It’s you,” it fell from his lips involuntary.

“In the flesh,” you chuckled. The sweet, vibrating sound faded into a clear of the throat when Satoru only continued to ogle you without a word. “Oh, sorry, you were leaving-“ you stuttered, stepping aside to let him pass. You were left confused when he didn’t walk past you, but rather kept his glare on you.

“I never got your name.”

“Sorry?” You asked, his voice too quiet to pick up on.

The same smug grin you’d seen on his face so many weeks ago greeted you, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. “I never got your name,” more assertive now that he had increased his volume.

“Oh,” you said shyly, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. Eyeing his attractive smile, you let your name roll off your tongue before mirroring his expression of happiness.

If it was even possible, his smile stretched even further across his face, the dimples you’d noticed last time appearing on each side of his face. “Nice to finally meet you. Properly this time.”

His natural charm just steamed off him in abundance, something you had only appreciated in glimpses in your stressed haze. “You too,” you smiled.

“I haven’t seen you here since that day.”

“Well, that’s because I haven’t been here since then,” you chucked nervously, glancing towards the register when you felt some interrogating eyes on you — both of the girls behind the counter wringing their heads away from you and Satoru. “My ex has had a tendency to linger in areas we ‘bump’ into each other,” you raise your fingers to gesture the quotation marks, “but I actually think meeting you might have scared him off for good. Haven’t seen him since, so thank you again.”

“Truly my pleasure,” he straightened his posture, his height growing even more impressive. He spoke your name, and despite not really knowing you, he said it with a tenderness your ex always lacked. “I was wondering,” he took a step closer, his eyes flittering between yours, “I owe you a trip to a botanical garden, don’t you think?”

Your breath instantly hitched in your throat, heat spreading modestly across your face.

Of course the handsome stranger who had come to your rescue in a moment of genuine despair had crossed your mind from time to time since then — you had just come to terms with the fact you would never be as lucky to cross paths with the polite stranger again. And the part of you that had been plagued with embarrassment was okay with that.

But the excitement in his eyes as he waited for you to answer slowly erased the uncomfortable feeling.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

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a/n it's finally here and i think i'm happy with it... not entirely sure. think i've seen myself blind on this fic. however, thank you so much for the reception on the little drabble that took me literally ten minutes to write, hope this lives up to your expectations <3 likes, comments and reblogs is much appreciated

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[danieyells]

If you could, could you post Alan’s lines? I like him but he’s so stone cold at low affinity it’s hard to sus out his personality

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG ANON AND @otomelover23 so many things got in the way. . .mostly myself lol. . . .

Honestly that stone coldness is a big part of his personality. He's not great at expressing himself and he's very to the point. But as his affinity goes up, he's more. . .concerned for you. And he wants you around more, trusting himself to have you around more.

I posted all of them again this time! A lot of his have similar energy because of his stiffness, so I feel like being able to see them all helps to idk see the gradual change i think.

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"Get your things. We're going."

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"Some letters here for you."

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"...What do you want?"

"Don't get involved with me."

"I'm going out. You guys get back to work."

"Get back. It's dangerous."

"Slack off once, and you'll find out how hard it is to get back in the game."

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"Oh, you're awake."

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"I don't eat in the cafeteria. Portions aren't big enough. That's the only reason."

don't feel awkward in there or like people find you too intimidating to be near or anything? aren't worried about seeing Dante? if you say so.

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"My wallet? Yeah, it's pretty beat up. Can't bring myself to chuck it though. Got some good memories with it."

reminds me of my brother, who kept our dad's old wallet. It's basically in tatters, held together by rubber bands, but sometimes what you have is what you have. . . .

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I'm going to the Pit. You should go back to your house, {PC}."

he doesn't want you to see him punch a man into oblivion.

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"That sounds like a bike engine, but it's not one I know. ...Be right back."

INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT much like Tohma he's probably pretty security conscious. Maybe he's more security conscious because Tohma isn't around. Or maybe he's not used to how Bonnie sounds yet.

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Was that class really revision...? I didn't think I missed that many..."

my boy is not book smart, he is fist smart and maybe street smart. please study with him. he needs flash cards. pretty sure the only reason he's passed any grade is because he goes on plenty of missions.

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Lunch? Huh. I forgot to eat. Guess I'll just grill some meat and have it with rice and miso soup. That's my go-to."

y'know what i'm glad someone here eats proper meals. even if you forget at least you're eating eventually!!!

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"One of the Vagastrom guys asked me to add him on WickChat... Do you know how to do that?"

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I don't want to get anyone mixed up in my life."

He looks sad when he says this. . .he's really worried about how being close to him will affect others huh.

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Better sleep. Got an early day tomorrow."

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"497... 498... 499... 500... Phew..."

don't mind pc they're just gonna watch you do 500 sit-ups/push-ups/pull-ups/whatever. . .no no they don't mind the sweat at all please continue--

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Bandana seems to disappear right around this time every day lately... What's he doing?"

Pretty sure Sho would be busy with the food truck around thhis time of day. . .does Alan not know Sho runs a business lmao. . .I mean I guess Alan doesn't go into the more populous parts of Darkwick much.

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"The first-years've each got their own strengths. Both can do stuff I can't."

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"Bandana's got potential. He's quick, and he's strong. Rest comes down to motivation."

I think Sho's motivated, just motivated to do his own thing. Although I'm sure he'll develop more interest in the world and actions of the Institute and anomalies eventually. . .maybe. Or maybe Hyde's interest will keep him away lol.

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"I'm heading out. Mission. Make sure you go to class. ...I'll let you know when I'm back."

alright mom i'll go to class gosh. does this feel like a headpat or forehead kiss line to anyone else? he just doesn't want you to worry about him. He knows he's doing something dangerous. But he promises he'll come home. He won't be reckless because you're waiting. Maybe I'm reading too much into it lol.

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Where am I...? Guess I should tell them I'm gonna be late. WickChat was this picture, wasn't it...?"

poor boy is so lost lmao please help him get where he needs to go. . .how does this man go on hikes in the mountains and shit. . . .

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"You're still awake? Don't stay up too late."

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Oh, didn't see you there. I'm heading out for a run, but... Could you wait here for me?"

He wants to spend time with you, so please be waiting when he comes back. . . .

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"I pat people on the head a lot? Didn't notice. I'm doing it again? ...Sorry."

IT'S HARD NOT TO WHEN PEOPLE ARE SO MUCH SHORTER THAN YOU also that wasn't a complaint please give them lots of pats :'3

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"I'm taking some of the Vagastrom guys to the mountains today. ...You want to come too?"

CAMPING TRIP WITH DA BOIS!!!!!

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"This one's all fixed up. I'm gonna take a shower. Wait there."

there like in the shower or--(he uses そこ which refers to someplace near the listener, so he just means 'where you're sitting' but still.)

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"{PC}. Got time after this? A friend of mine gave me some fresh boar meat."

He wants to cook for you! He cooks in a very wilderness style, but still! He wants to share his bounty! He's showing you he can be a good provider. No, he didn't hunt it himself but good community connections are also important!

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"You're you, not someone else. You're doing a good job. Hold your head high."

he doesn't want you to fall into a cycle of self-loathing or of trying to be anyone but yourself. Maybe what others do feels more impressive to you, but you aren't them and you can't compare yourself to them. Even if you're 'weak' in one way or another, you have your own worth in other ways. So be proud of yourself, instead of trying to get the pride of somebody else. I think he really cares about your mental wellbeing and he doesn't want you to lose yourself. Because he's lost himself--and he doesn't want that for you. Don't wallow in self-pity, don't agonize over the past. Be proud of how far you've come and walk your own path.

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Can't sleep? ...I'll take you for a drive. Quick run should help you reset."

Imagine falling asleep in his car and he has to figure out. . .does he wake you up, does he carry you somewhere. . .he could bring you back to your place but he doesn't know how to get there so. . .you wake up in his room, in his bed. . .does he have the understanding that "you probably shouldn't sleep in the same bed as somebody without them okaying it first" and he sets up his tent and sleeps in it or uses his sleeping bag or sleeps somewhere else in the dorm or maybe in his car. . .frankly even if he doesn't he'd be afraid of hurting you in his sleep. There's no way he'd sleep in the same bed as you. Maybe lie awake in there with you or something. But he'd be too scared of what harm he could cause to fall asleep.

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"I'm lucky I've got you, {PC}. As long as you're with me, I feel like I won't lose sight of who I am."

HE SMILES WHEN HE SAYS THIS. 99% of his lines have his usual expression, but this one he really smiles and that's how you know how much he appreciates you. I feel like he kind of gave up on himself--he's a big, dangerous brute, he's not someone worth getting close to, it's dangerous to even want to. . .but you make him feel like maybe he has a chance again. You make him look in the mirror and see someone he hasn't seen in a long time, and he realizes that person is himself and he would have never seen the version of him who isn't dirtied with blood again without you.

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"Don't get lax just 'cause it's warm out. Stay focused."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"... Good camping weather."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Oh, it's you. Must've dozed off. Better get back to work."

BABY IF YOU NEED A NAP JUST TAKE A NAP. . . .

(between 8pm and 5am)

"The cherry blossom illuminations? ...That kind of thing's not for me."

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"It's getting hot out. Make sure you stay hydrated."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Looks like we've got another mission order. There's more anomalies out there in summer."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"The Pit's getting noisy. Those guys better not be pulling stupid shit again..."

LET LEO PLAY MUSIC IN THE PIT HE MISSES GOING TO THE CLUB.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you again... I was just going for a jog. Didn't think you'd be round this corner."

Alan turning a corner and slamming straight into you and being shocked aw--

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"Good season for a workout. Want to join me?"

(between 11am and 4pm)

"...Maybe I'll go check out the fall leaves."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"The days are getting shorter. You should get home before it gets dark."

(between 8pm and 5am)

"...Long nights make me think about stuff I'd rather forget."

he killed dante in the autumn or winter. noted.

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"Cold out in the mornings lately. Guess I'll warm up with a coffee."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"The first-years ditched... What do they mean, "too cold"?"

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"As long as you got some muscle, you can handle the cold."

i handle the cold well because i'm fat, myself. my brother, who's plenty muscular, gets cold much easier than i do U:

(between 8pm and 5am)

"It's freezing... Guess I'll break out the kerosene heater. Gotta make sure you ventilate if you use it indoors, but it works real fast. Can't do without it in winter."

His birthday: (April 25th)

"Whose birthday? ...Mine? Oh... Forgot all about it. ...Thanks."

Your birthday:

"Today's your birthday, yeah? ... Get your stuff. I'll take you for a drive."

New Years: (January 1st)

"You helped us out a lot last year. Hope you'll stick around."

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"This chocolate's for me? Do everything proper, don't you? Thanks. I appreciate it."

HE SMILED AGAIN. I wonder if he's ever been given valentine's chocolate before. Even if he thinks it's just out of obligation, I think he must be really happy. . . .

White Day: (March 14th)

"White Day's when you repay people for what they got you on Valentine's Day, right? Sorry if these aren't your thing... Didn't really know what you like..."

. . .my first thought was that i read that sometimes lingerie is given as a white day return present. . .and i just imagined that Alan asked what he was supposed to do if he liked the person he got a valentine's day gift from on valentine's and Leo saw an opportunity for chaos and said to get them some sexy white underwear and Alan just. . .believed him. And it's a very embarrassing moment for everyone involved. pc absolutely wears them when alan asks them out for things tho. waiting for the day alan finds out they're wearing it.

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"I'm actually a dog. Woof. ...Sorry, that was a lie. Forget I said anything."

he's a little confused but he's got the spirit.

Halloween: (October 31st)

"Saw an anomaly I'd never seen before just now. Ran away when I tried to stop it. That's when I realized it was a human."

i would not be surprised if his upbringing was sheltered and he just did not know about halloween to begin with haha

Christmas: (December 25th)

"...You should spend Christmas with family."

Well everyone's stuck at Darkwick so that's not likely to happen. Also don't tell that to Sho. . .but we can be family now! And spend Christmas together!

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"...You okay?"

(13 affinity and above)

"...You seem busy. Let me know if you need anything."

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"...You came back. You look all right. We're gonna need you for the next mission."

SO YOU SEE HE'S A LOT KINDER AND SWEETER WHEN HIS AFFINITY GETS UP THERE. . .BUT HE'S STILL COLD. BECAUSE HE'S AFRAID. . .but you make him feel more comfortable. You help him feel less like a destructive monster and more like a person. Where he pushed you away before, he keeps you closer now. Still a little at arm's distance but much closer than before. I HOPE THIS HELPED YOU SEE MORE OF HIS PERSONALITY, ANON o/

[roronoagem]

You asked for some one piece requests and I have one, reader who gets really energetic the less sleep they get, until the afternoon where they just, crash. Maybe how the monster trio reacts to it?

I deal with insomnia and I’ve noticed I get kinda manic and really energetic the less sleep I’ve had, but I often crash in afternoon, just after lunch commonly.

characters: monster trio

content warning: gn!reader (they/them), mention of insomnia, general fluff i think? not proofread.

a/n: sorry it’s taking me so long to answer to y’all 😭 and i also apologise because it’s something really short ugh. i kinda get what you mean, because it happens to me too. i hope what i’ve written makes sense lskskd. thank you for the req & have a good day !! <3

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘.

he likes seeing you being super energetic, not gonna lie. he’s hyperactive after all, lol.

but luffy quickly notices that the less sleep you get the more you have energy, for some unknown reason.

i think that luffy probably doesn’t look at it too closely because after his burst of energy he falls asleep too with you so it’s like “oh, me and [y/n] have this thing in common! shishishi!”

when he [senses] you’re gonna crash, he uses his hands to guide your body down and help you get comfortable for sleep.

would offer to sleep with you at night if that might help with your insomnia, by the way.

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎.

as someone who sleeps whenever he has time, you seem complete opposites.

zoro used to be a little worried in the beginning, since you rushed around the place full of energy and then after a moment you just fell asleep, even on the floor.

he thought you were feeling sick or something worse, but then got used to you randomly crash, that’s why he makes sure to be nearby when it happens.

he notices you crash around the same time of the day, so he just casually happens to do his stuff close to you when it’s time so he’s there to catch you and make sure you get your dose of sleep.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈.

he would try any kind of tea, chamomile, etc. to help you sleep at night ngl. surprise surprise, they don’t work much.

at first sanji was worried because you were supposed to run low on energy, not be manic and energetic like that.

when he gets used to it, he too would be nearby when it’s almost time for you to finally sit down and get some dose of sleep.

i think he would make sure you’re resting in a quiet place on the sunny, that way you won’t wake up too soon or abruptly, he wraps a blanket around you, and stuff like.

[arcanarix]

Fated Divergence, Ch. 3 // Yandere! Suguru Geto X Non-Sorcerer Darling

AO3 (+ prev. chapter)

When Satoru examined the parking deck, he sensed a surge of overactivity from low grade curses. Many which he could exorcise himself in practically nanoseconds. He recognized a few—and he knew that Geto had visited here, after all.

Hospitals were already a breeding ground for curses, but there had to be some other trick of Geto’s sleeve. There needn’t any reason to add more chaos here.

When he saw him with you, he wondered what Suguru could want, because on the surface, you didn’t seem like anyone who stood out.

Until he met you the other day, of course, because even he couldn’t deny, he sensed some kind of power dormant within you. Not cursed energy, or anything of the sort… in fact he didn’t have a word for it. The power coming from you felt like a purity, something untouched, untainted even from the horrors you must face as a nurse here and in general as a human being. Perhaps Geto sensed that as well, because above all nothing got the guy’s dick harder than a powerful tool.

Somehow he doubted Geto wanted you for a tool, though; it didn’t seem so.

Maybe not in the traditional sense.

“What’s your game, Suguru?” he mused out loud as he exorcised a demon just before him, one that Geto unleashed himself. He paused, glancing over at a car that he recognized had severe damage to the rear-end of it. Tilting his head, he inched closer.

That didn’t look like damage from a typical accident…  upon further inspection, the bumper had some indentations, like something bit it.

…and then he noticed a cursed spirit attached to the roof of the car, inside.

Grumbling, he managed to absorb that one as well.

“Gojo?”

He turned on his heel, and found you, with a dumbfounded expression on your face.

“Uh, yeah, we still don’t know who did that.” You gestured to the damage to your car. “I’m taking it to the shop tomorrow to get it repaired.”

So, it was your car then.

“Ah. Sorry, I guess I let curiosity get the better of me,” Satoru replied, adjusting his blindfold. “You already done for the day?”

You shook your head. “Nah, I’m just on break.”

Satoru grinned, resting his hand against your car like he owned it. “Oh, yeah? So, what do you do on break? Surely not to chat it up with beautiful men like me?”

Oh, he hoped you bought into the act. He knew how to play it cool when necessary.  

You eyed him with a hint of confusion before glancing down at what you held in your hands.

“Hide in my car from people and eat my lunch…”

He glanced at your bento box, and then back at the car, and then back at you, who looked drained as hell from a tough shift that wasn’t even over yet for you. His face fell.

He could take a hint!

Sort of…

“Oh, well then pardon me for intruding on your alone time. I was just exploring.”

“Right,” you remarked, your tone incredulous while taking out a slip of paper and scribbling something down. “If you wanted my number, you could just ask instead of doing all of this extra shit.”

He stared for a moment, a little befuddled. Did he expect more resistance? Maybe a tad.

Well, he did need your number, but not for the reasons you were possibly thinking.

Even if you were beautiful. He knew better than to do anything. Even now, he wasn’t about to meddle in his ex best friend’s love life.

Not unless he had to save you from a gruesome fate—being in Suguru’s radar was already a prescription (heh, he couldn’t help it) for disaster.

He felt a certain responsibility toward you, just like he still felt a responsibility for Suguru. Suguru wasn’t himself anymore by a longshot—even what he preached now didn’t align with what he believed in once before.

It was almost like putting young teenagers on the front lines to do an adult’s job was damaging to a young brain. Now Suguru became a shell of himself, a slave to the negative emotions he consumed from humans.

Realizing he was still staring at you, he adjusted himself. No need to make this situation more awkward for either you or him than it already became.

“Sorry,” he replied with a bashful smile, rubbing the back of his head as he accepted the slip with his free hand. “Well, that was easier than I thought it was going to be. You don’t seem like the type of lovely lady who impresses easy.”

You snorted. “You thought correct. I was half expecting you to reject me because you were taking so long to say something.”

“No! Of course not. Who could pass someone like you up?” He waved as he gave you some space. “Well, stay safe, alright?”

Stay safe? Seriously? He berated himself in his mind as he retreated, refraining from wanting to smash his head into something. Wouldn’t that just spike her anxiety up even more…?  

-- -- -- -- --

Peaceful sleep didn’t come to you that night.

You woke up in cold sweats, panting as you tried to remember you were safe then. Whatever you dreamed about, it couldn’t hurt you. But what you saw… it felt too real, yet you didn’t want to believe in this spiritual whoo-whoo shit. Not until you had enough evidence, because you weren’t about to fall for this shit.

Still…

It felt like numerous eyes from a monster glared back at you, and while you tried to sleep, it felt like hands roamed all over your body, exploring your most intimate parts.

Sleep paralysis? This didn’t feel like sleep paralysis at all.

But somehow you still didn’t believe in whatever horse shit Suguru Geto and the sort of people he attracted believed in.

You sighed, laying back in bed, pondering your options.

Then incessant buzzing of your phone had you jump in your spot.

At this hour? You glanced at the time on your lock screen. It’s 3AM…

Gojo: Hey. It’s Satoru Gojo. 😎

Oh, right. You’d given him his number. Maybe you were hoping for something to come out of this, but you doubted anything would. You idly wondered what he looked like without his blindfold on—he seemed full of it when it came to his appearance, so he better be able to back up those claims.

Smiling in spite of everything, you texted him back.

You: Hey, Gojo. Can’t sleep?

Gojo: eh, my bedtime’s not for another hour

You did a double take at the time.

You: you sleep at 4AM?

Gojo: and get up at 7 🫡

You: you in the military or something?

Gojo: in a way, but no

Gojo: hey listen, be careful around suguru

You quirked an eyebrow at that. Again with the cryptic bullshit? You had little patience for it but decided not to pry.

You: I don’t really trust the guy anyway?

Gojo: good. He’s more dangerous than you think, alright? If you need anything, call me

You: thanks, gojo

You eventually managed to get some sleep.

You decided you’d endure those nightmarish ghouls for now.

-- -- -- -- --

“Your patient died,” Mei announced as you entered the clinic the next day. The toll last night’s broken sleep took on you was evident—deeper set bags under your eyes, your face looked pale, like you’d just seen explicit horrors you couldn’t describe. Which wasn’t far off.

You glanced up at her, perking an eyebrow.

“Which one? I treat every patient on this floor,” you reminded her.

She froze, unsure of how to approach the matter, clearly.

“The young girl, Asuka Tanaka. The one who was supposed to be discharged today.”

Your eyes widened as the realization dawned on you, and you wanted to deny it.

“She was perfectly healthy!” you reasoned, and you tried to shake off the emotion from your tone, but you couldn’t. Why that little girl and not any of your patients on the verge of dying, anyway? That would have been at least easier news to break to their families, but how would their parents react to their perfectly healthy daughter dying when she was suppsoed to go home?

“We know,” she sighed. “We don’t understand what happened. One of our other nurses found her… and it was…”

“What happened to her?” you demanded.

“We don’t understand. Not fully,” she replied, tone steady and careful. “But it looked like someone came to…”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, unable to listen or even make out what Mei was telling you, but you knew better than to get too emotional in the workplace. You had no choice. You always delivered this type of news to patients and patients’ familiies every damn day, but why did this feel so sudden to you?

“Do her parents already know?” you found yourself asking, as your lower liip quivered. That poor girl was barely 6 years old.

“Yes, they came in this morning to pick her up…”

“Oh God,” you sighed, trying to steel yourself from these emotions. You had a shift to finish first before you could fully process what happened. This was just part of it all, unfortunately.

“We’ll have dinner soon this week, yeah? On me.”

You smiled, having turned off your emotions for now. Came with the profession. “Sounds good. Thanks.”

“So wait,” Mei began, and you paused, becknoning her to continue. “Who was that guy you spoke to the other day?”

“Still so invested in my love life? At a time like this?”

Mei couldn’t help but sigh.

“Listen! Mine is nonexistent so I’m living vicariously through yours. Forgive the abrupt change of topic, but I just wanted to know, and perhaps it’ll serve as a distraction for you too.”

You pursed your lips. Typical Mei, all about the gossip.

“He was just asking me about Crazy Cult Man.”

“Is he a wanted man, or something? Well… in some cases, that’s true,” Mei hummed, “Lots of people joined that cult just because he’s hot.”

You shrugged. “Like Hell if I know. That guy just kept warning me away from him, but it’s not like I’m interested.”

“Damn, if you’re not, do you mind sharing with me?”

You groaned at her antics, rubbing your temples. Way too early for this shit!

“Mei!”

“Can you blame a girl for trying?” she pouted those pretty red lips of hers. If Mei had a little more confidence, she could get any guy she ever wanted.  

“You’re impossible.”

She shrugged. “You love me anyway.”

“Alright, you doofus. I’ll see you later.”

You had to put on your big girl pants and finish the rest of this goddamn shift. You had some new patients come in from last night, something about a lot of vomitting and nausea and a whole other plethora of symptoms that didn’t point to anything untreatable, at the very least.

What you didn’t expect to find as some new patients was two twin girls sharing a room, having fallen ill. Those two girls whose caretaker happened to be—

“—Suguru? What a…surprise to see you here.” No, you weren’t all that surprised. But you were surprised to find that he really did take care of twin girls, and it wasn’t just an act.

“Ah, I didn’t think I’d run into you again so soon,” Suguru replied. “It seems that my girls got some food poisoning from that bakery, so we had to take them here.”

Those two girls didn’t look too pleased to be here from their expressions. They looked fearful, but you figured that was expected. Nobody liked being in the hospital, even for something as typical as food poisoning. That and they still seemed young, teenagers at most, and everything about the hospital seemed scary.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you replied, surprised that you could keep an even tone. “The doctor will be here soon, but judging by the severity of the food poisoning, it looks like your girls are going to be here for a few days.”

The twin with the brown hair glanced at Suguru. “That bites…”

“I told you not to eat too many of those Danishes,” he chastisted like a stressed out father would. You would smile at the scene if you didn’t know what sort of person Suguru was. Which you only had an idea, but that was enough to go off of for you.

“They were too good to pass up, Geto!” The other twin, who had blonde hair, replied.

“We’re sorry, Geto,” the blonde twin added.

“It’s alright, Nanako. I just hope you’ve learned your lesson this time around. We can’t keep losing money to things like this.”

Hospital bills definitely aren’t a joke, you mused to yourself. Even for someone as rich as Geto.

“So you already know this person, Geto?”

“Yes, Mimiko. She’s also fond of those Dansihes you both like so much.” It sounded like he was trying to sell them on the idea of you. Suguru glanced at you while he was speaking to his twins, and you felt something churn in your stomach. You swore you wanted to vomit yourself right then; something about his presence overwhelmed you, overstimulated you in the worst way.

He frowned, sensing your discomfort. With an all knowing glint in his eyes, he spoke up.

“Having nightmares lately, my dear?”

You froze.

“How did…?” you trailed off, feearing the answer.

“You look exhausted fighting it off,” he explained. He observed what was around you, the same way Gojo did when you met him. So there were things going on around you? You didn’t believe in this stuff, but if it was going to help you…

“You felt like numerous eyes were looking upon you. You woke up in cold sweats. Do you want me to help?”

You stared blankly at him. “Are you saying you can do something about this?”

“I can put it all to rest. Just leave it to me.” He glanced at the twins. “Watch closely, my loves.”

Within seconds, you felt your exhaustion vanish into thin air as he acted as though he absorbed something from you.

“Let me know if you sleep better tonight.”

You didn’t know how to react.

 “Alright. Well, let’s focus on your twins’ recovery.”

You glanced out the door to find the doctor down the hall.

“She’s almost here,” you continued. “I’ll step out for her.”

“I must get going, my loves,” Suguru announced, planting a kiss to the crowns of both of their heads. “Be nice to those treating you. Should everything go well, you’ll be back home by tomorrow at the earliest.”

He followed you out the door as the doctor stepped into that room.

You turned around. “Yes?”

“I’d very much enjoy if you stopped by the temple sometime. The girls are eager to get to know you. I saw it on their faces.”

“Th-that’s very kind of you to offer, Suguru, but—!”

He raised a hand to stop you, and you knew better than to test his patience.

“I insist, darling. I’d love for you to come after the girls feel all better from your clinic’s top-notch treatment. Them getting sick felt like the perfect opportunity to take them here even if I could treat them at home.”

“I don’t recommend that at all. If it was a mild case of food poisoning, then perhaps, but—!”

“—I believe you’re just the nurse here, darling. We’ll see what the doctor orders.”

No man alive was ever allowed to talk to you like that. You swore you felt a nerve snap, but you refrained from showing too much emotion. You doubted you could do much to deter or intimdate him, anyway.

“Might I have your phone for a moment?”

You knew better than to reject him. You offered your phone with a new contact page open for him to enter.

“Thank you, my dear. I sent a text to myself so I got yours as well.” He flashed his own phone.

Fantastic… you thought, biting back a sigh.

“We'll see you tomorrow, then."

“Very well. Until tomorrow, darling.

-- -- -- -- --

The night fell silent. You relaxed in your bed, focusing on your breath work. It was part of a therapy exercise you learned some time ago, something to help calm your nerves and help you sleep.

Something you so desperately needed.

Unfortunately, your quiet time was interrupted by your text message notification.

Groaning, you swiped your phone from the nightstand and saw who it was from.

Gojo: hey, just checking in

You: hey. I could be better for sure

Gojo: what’s up?

You: we lost a young patient today. No more than 6 years old.

Gojo: god, that’s terrible. What happened?

You: no one really knows, honestly.

Gojo began to call. You answered with a defeated sigh.

“Hey. Figured hearing a voice would be better than measly text,” he greeted over the line.

You giggled, your voice dripping in sarcasm. “My hero.”

“Feel free to call me that all you want!”

You giggled again. He was actually kind of funny.

“Are you going to be okay?” His tone seemed genuinely concerned.

“I will be. I’m just so sad for her.”

“You never get used to it, huh? The loss.”

“Not at all,” you replied. “Doesn’t matter what anyone says about professions like these.”

“I can definitely understand. Hey, like I said, I’m a call away.”

“Hey, wait, Gojo…” You bit your lip. Should you say anything at all?

“What’s up?”

“Geto came by the hospital today too.”

A pause. A long, uncomfortable pause. That same churning feeling in your stomach returned. Weren’t you supposed to say something?

“He did?”

“Yeah, his twins got sick with food poisoning,” you explained. “They’re still there.”

“Thanks for telling me.”

Should you keep going?

“He… he kept inviting me to his temple.”

“Don’t go,” he replied a little too quickly. You paused this time. Of course not. Why the hell would you ever want to go there?  

“I know,” you assured him, sighing. “But… if he really is as dangerous as you say, what if he tries something?”

“I’m here,” he told you, tone gentle and confident—like he appeared to be. “Don’t worry.”

“You’re laying it on real thick, Gojo,” you found yourself saying while chuckling.

“Hey, I’m just happy to help those in need.”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face.

“Thanks for checking on me, Gojo. But enough about me. How are you?”

You spoke on the phone for a bit, before Gojo had to hang up—something urgent with his job came up, he mentioned, and that he would check up on you later in the week. You fell back in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. He seemed like a genuine guy, but you doubted anything would escalate.

That night, in spite of the terrible day, you slept like a baby. Completely out like a light. No nightmares, no eyes, no creatures, no cold sweats… nothing. It still didn’t mean you believed in any of this; perhaps it was just coincidence. Nothing beyond that.

You weren’t going to seek Geto’s help for anything.

You knew much, much better than that.

-- -- -- --

“Hello, Nanako, Mimiko,” you greeted the next day when it was time to check their vitals.

“Hello,” Mimiko responded in a robotic tone.

“Are we set to go home yet?” Nanako asked, “Hospital stays are so boring!”

You chuckled, “We’ll see if the doctor says you’re ready to go.”

“Awwww,” Nanako huffed.

“You’re so dramatic, Nanako,” Mimiko quipped, “Geto influences you too much with those theatrics of his.”

“Speaking of, did he come to see you today?”

“He’s on his way,” Mimiko responded with a nod. “Geto looks like he really likes you, ma’am.”

“If Geto likes you then we have to like you,” Nanako piped in with an animated expression. “He has great judge of character.”

“Does he now?” you inquired, but you didn’t expect anyone to answer that—mostly talking to yourself.

“Ah! Hello, my loves,” Suguru waltzed in with some bouquets of flowers. “I have bought these for my girls, and a bouquet for you, my love. You seemed like the daisy type?”

Of course he was right about that.

You accepted the bouquet graciously, never mind the tightness you felt in your chest. “That’s kind of you, Suguru.”

You were definitely planning on tossing those straight in the trash.

You set them aside.

“Have you considered my offer, my dear?” Suguru asked, and you froze. You weren’t looking forward to answering this because you weren’t sure how he would handle rejection. You had to do this… smoothly.

As delicately as possible, like you were handling some fine China.

“I’m afraid there’s no room in my schedule right now to visit any time soon.”

“Ah, that is a shame,” Suguru replied with a click of his tongue. “We’ll work things out, I’m sure. The girls are eager to know you more after you treated them. Isn’t that right, my loves?”

The two twins nodded.

“She’s nice,” Mimiko stated. Suguru petted her head.

“Indeed.”

Using his twins as leverage over you? Oh, that was just diabolical.

Once you took the twin’s vitals, you stepped out of their room with your new bouquet in hand, taking it to your office to dump it into the trash. Your heart pounded out of your chest. At the very least, it didn’t seem likely that Suguru would cause any havoc in this setting. But now he had other means to torment you, and he hadn’t tried just yet.

You feared for the worst—and a part of you feared for your life.

[maskyish]

Haruka Isumi Idol Star Live 2023

Please note: I am NOT a professional and my level of JP is very, very basic. I do this for practice and to share with other fans for fun. Please take my translations with a grain of salt as there may be mistakes. If you see any, please let me know and I can correct them. If anyone else has this card and wants to translate this at any time then please feel free to do so!

Touma: Yo, Haru! 

Touma: How’s school going? 

Haruka:

Haruka:

Touma:

Haruka: You’re already so intense and it’s only noon 

Touma: And you’re using such low energy stamps even though it’s already noon! 

Touma: Is there something in class you didn’t understand? If so, make sure to ask your teacher! 

Haruka: Stop acting like my guardian! 😒 I’m doing fine in school!! 

Haruka: So, what’s up?  

Haruka: Didn’t you rabbitchat for something? 

Touma: Well, I just finished my Idol Stage lessons so now I’m eating lunch 

Touma: But you had school today, so I was just wondering how you were doing! 😄

Haruka: I see 

Haruka: So you were just bored? 

Touma: I mean, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t bored lol 

Touma: It’s about lunch time now, right? So I just wondered if you were also bored by yourself! 

Haruka: Uh

Haruka: How did you know I was by myself?

Touma: I remembered the other day while looking at the schedule, you whispered “Izumi and Yotsuba won’t be there on the next day of school” 

Touma: I thought you might feel lonely without the two of them, so if you’d like you can rabbitchat with me 😆

Haruka: I’m not lonely!!! Don’t treat me like a kid!! 

Haruka: And you don’t have to remember each and every little thing I say!!! 

Touma: My bad 😅 Then, what if you made friends other than Izumi and Yotsuba? 

Haruka: I don’t need to

Haruka: I don’t need someone to hang out with 

Haruka: Besides, if I suddenly talk to them, they’d just get nervous

I’d also be wary if it was the other way around 😒

Touma: You’re really cautious 🤔

Touma: When a costar you’re not well-acquainted with talks to you, you become meek as a lamb(1) and hide behind Mina’s back! 

Haruka: I’m keeping an appropriate distance! 

Haruka: Actually, aren’t you too close with others!? 

Touma: Me?! I’m normal! 

Haruka: Not normal at all! 

Haruka: You already call them a friend after costaring for just a bit! I’m pretty sure your sense of distance is totally messed up

Haruka: They might seem happy but you don’t know what they’re saying behind your back, and not everyone is a good person.

You should have a bit more awareness 

Touma: Hmm, well yeah. 

Touma: Maybe you’re right and I should be more self-aware.. 

Haruka: Yeah 

Haruka: I was expecting you to say “if you chat some more, you’ll realize they’re a good person!” so I was kind of disappointed 

Haruka: Wait, did something already happen? Like something you can’t tell us? Are you alright?

Haruka: Have you told Utsugi-san? 

Touma: Ahhh!!! Sorry Haru!!!! That’s not what I meant!! 

Haruka: Then what? 

Touma: Yesterday, while walking around the station, I saw a guy who I definitely thought was Riku even though he was wearing a hat! I was like, “Long time, no see!” and wrapped my arms around his shoulder from behind 

Touma: But then 

Touma: It was Kujo!!!!!!!

Touma: He smiled at me and said “long time no see”!!!!! I apologized profusely!!!! 

Touma:

Haruka: Hey

Haruka: I was so disappointed I dropped my smartphone and got weird looks from my classmates!! 💥

Touma: No, I was scared too!! 

Touma: I should be more aware of my distance and not wrap my arms around shoulders so easily 😭😭 

Haruka: That’s not exactly what I was getting at, but if it makes you more aware then whatever….

Touma: Thanks for worrying about me, Haru! I was kind of touched ✨

Haruka: Worried for nothing 😤

Haruka: But, thanks for rabbitchatting 

Haruka: Because of that, I wasn’t bored during lunch 

Haruka:

Touma: Haruuuu!! 

Touma: You gonna be alright on your own after school? Should I pick you up? 

Haruka: Absoluuuuutely not!!!!!

Haruka:

Touma:

[End of Rabbitchat}

TL Notes:

1. "Meek as a lamb" - The phrase used here is literally “borrowed cat” and is a Japanese idiom for someone who becomes quieter than usual, so I just used an English equivalent

[artycomicfangirl]

Hi hi here I am again the Luiasy shipper!

Your answer on my question about your headcanons for the couple was soo good! It added about some takes I had for them and made me develop some new ones! So I have another question for you regarding the two.

If Luigi and Daisy ever decide to have a kid or kids what do you think the parenting style between the two would be like?

I am excited for your answer about this.

Oh nice! Another fun one too, this will be great! Sorry for the lateness, been doing all sorts of Christmas Prep!

Also Sorry if I ended up rambling about other things along the way. Couldn’t help but branch out into other topics!

- Luigi -

💚 I like to believe that a Parent-Matured Luigi is the voice of reason amongst his own family. Kind of what I probably think Peach is also with her own Family with Mario. After all, he married a now Empress! that kind of does make him a future Emperor, right?

He is known for teaching restraint. Brings the calm after a conflict.

The one that often instills the importance of fairness, equality and so on. It’s not that Daisy doesn’t do any of these things! But Luigi is the one to give gentle reminders.

His kids do something that’s a bit out of line? Luigi rarely ever yells or shouts. And if he somehow does, it’s never supposed to be towards his little ones or beloved. But instead occurs when he is in high panic mode and needs to warn them to look out for danger.

I for some reason feel like he is VERY good at controlling and balancing out his own emotions though. When he has to give some form of Discipline, he would have to be a bit firm with it. But overall he’s very patient and understanding.

Maybe when his kids go through a more rebellious phase when they are older, he of course is the more concerned and hesitant for their safety. Including what they do, and what they get involved in. But once he actually gets to know more of the situation, he learns to be open and willing to understand more.

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💚 “Now, sweetie…You shouldn’t push that kid into a muddy puddle. That wasn’t very nice…”

🌻 “But He made fun of your nose! He said you look like a clown!”

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💚 While both Parents do this, Luigi is usually the one who brings up Dinner to his kids if they’re feel down or sick and confined to their rooms. This is usually because he cooks dinner. While Daisy Handles Breakfast and Lunch. In short, no matter their status, either one of them takes turns if the other is unable to do so.

He gets absolutely heartbroken seeing his kids low on energy and hurting from being sick. Even when he has to to work, he shifts his schedule accordingly so he can spend as much time with them, if Daisy has to attend urgent issues.

He comes up to their bedrooms with some nice warm tea. Some soup if the kids can’t stomach anything too hearty.

On that same note, he finds himself singing lullabies! There are a couple of times where he wakes up in the middle of the night to soothe the crying of babies, that Daisy has caught him humming along to a tune.

💚 Because Luigi tends to stay up a bit later sometimes because of dealing with Plumbing Paperwork, he lets Daisy sleep before him.

He’s grown a habit with waking up a bit earlier than Daisy. Sometimes because he one day feels like making breakfast for the family, or he really has to leave for work early. Either way, he leaves a handwritten note on his wife’s bedside table for her. And one in the kitchen too!

💚 Protectiveness. When it comes to protecting his family? Family-man Luigi is almost like a different person.

More or a what-if scenario. Picture this. The Villain says something out of line. Thinking the Emperor is too much of a ‘pansy’ compared to his wife to do anything. Although Luigi is composed. Little did they know, they should have paid attention to the hint of electric spark that flickered in his eyes.

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💚 “…It was a pleasure meeting with you sir. Be careful when you do go home tonight. I’ve…heard there’s a big storm coming soon.”

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- Daisy -

🌼 Daisy is the one who’s wanting her children to be in top energy and health every day!

A glass of fresh milk/Juice every morning. She’s more quick to give reminders on the dot, right away. With chores and other tasks, she makes sure that things get done right away.

🌼 Now as a mother to the children she adores, Daisy has learned to become serious enough to tone down some of her signature fiery tomboyish nature. But of course once in a while, this flares up in the form of showing pride for her children. Cheering them on, Encouraging them. Daisy wouldn’t be Daisy without her boundless energy, even as an Empress!

In comparison to Luigi singing lullabies. Daisy is a great storyteller. Bedtime stories? It’s ALWAYS the Sarasaland Empress’s duty! All the adventures she took upon, how her husband saved her from peril a few times, and how she saved him. Stories about the big bad purple Alien being defeated by the Heroes in Caps and overalls. Completed with some sound effects aided by none other than her beloved.

🌼 When disciplining her children, Daisy is the more serious one.

Not that she’s hard on her kids, nor that she yells or shouts at them either. But she is more likely to give some stern talking to correct bad behavior.

Daisy is amazingly good at sensing lies. Her BS radar is highly accurate. So if she catches her children who claimed to have not eaten that entire jar of cookies? Truth be told, she can’t help but be amused at this. She plays along too! It’s the entire reason why the kids play up their cuteness in front of their father. Daisy actually finds it hilarious that Luigi falls for it most of the time!

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🌼 “Oh! I see you’ve been Guarding those cookies very well!”

🌻 “Yeah!”

🌼 “Well done! I’m so proud of you! Now, why don’t we celebrate by having some cookies!”

🌻 “…They’re sleepy Mama…”

🌼 “Hm? Sleepy?”

🌻 “They are so cozy inside…so you can’t see them right now…”

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🌼 When it comes to protectiveness. Luigi May be the steady force who goes on the defense. But Daisy is the raging flame.

Although I did mention that Daisy is not as impulsive and short-tempered as she once was. But hurt her family, and you will be a goner. You absolutely do not want to be on the receiving end of a Mother’s fury.

Doesn’t matter if she is wearing the most regal of dresses. She WILL find a way to roundhouse kick you.

While Daisy is a confident woman, she does sometimes get embarrassed of this rough side of her that pops up. especially in front of her children. But so far, they have been nothing but in awe of their mother’s strength!

[kitchenisking]

May Fic Rec❤️

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 65656, sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

There Are No Wolves in California (Werewolves on the Other Hand...) byisthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella), KioFox - (Rating: Mature, Words: 49010, sterek)

“I’m not calming down until you call animal control! I fucking saw it! There were fucking wolves!” 

“There are no wolves in California, Mr. Daehler,” the principal said, sounding exasperated, like this was the third time she’d said it to him. 

“Well clearly there are!” he shouted back, showing such a lack of respect for the woman, Stiles had to applaud her for her fortitude not to smack him in the face. 

“Perhaps you were mistaken,” she said calmly. 

“No I wasn’t fucking mistaken,” Matt insisted, sounding incensed. “No way these were dogs, they were massive!” 

For a second, Stiles felt like the world had slowed considerably as those words wormed their way into his brain. Because—he knew a dog that was massive. Honestly, he’d also brushed away the idea of the dog being a wolf because there were no wolves in California. 

But... what if there were?

Holy shit, had Stiles literally spent his lunch break with a fucking wolf cuddled into his side while he pet it?! Good God, he was lucky to still have all his limbs!

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 66227, sterek)

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

Camaro '68 by ZainClaw - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 17709, sterek)

Derek huffs, arching one eyebrow. "I'm not a fugitive."  "You look like a fugitive," Stiles insists, practically beaming. "Maybe you should start wearing cardigans."

In which Stiles is a hitchhiker and Derek a runaway whose paths cross at a gas station in the California desert.

Wash the Rain by BarlowGirl - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5659, sterek)

“Oh,” Stiles says, sharp and thin, more of a whimper than a word, his muscles going stiff and tight.

Derek starts to check on him, and his gaze gets caught halfway, where a dark, wet spot is spreading across the front of Stiles’ underwear. So fucking easy, his brain says, and he has to breathe for a moment, in and out.

“Oh my God.” Stiles’ voice is low, muffled. When Derek finally drags his eyes away from that wet spot, he has his arm across his eyes, hiding his face. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” Derek says, hiding a grin. “Don’t, it’s okay. You’ll last longer next time.”

Stiles moans.

OR: PORN

Where the Wild Things Went by banafofool - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6974, sterek)

In the mass of cosmic chances, the universe had at least two things planned out. One, Claudia Stilinski and Talia Hale would be best friends. Two, their friendship would bring Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski together. 

Or at least this is what Stiles believes.

Words Whispered By Firelight by tigerlady (shetiger) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6698, sterek)

"We had our own stories, though. Werewolf stories." 

Stiles takes an aimless couple steps forward, the curiosity in him a thing of kinetic energy. "Like what?"

Stiles wants to try something; Derek isn't so sure it's a good idea.

Daddy's Good Boy by DenaCeleste - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3242, sterek)

Still haunted by the trauma of the Nogitsune’s possession, Stiles let’s slip some deep-seated needs that he’s never talked about before. Though he tries to hide, Derek won’t let him. Instead, he has to convince Stiles that he really can have what his heart desires.

I'll Always Take Care of You by adult_disneyprincess (orphan_account) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2360, sterek)

Love You Most by LadySlytherin - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2974, sterek)

There are things Derek never expected to have. Things he’d resigned himself to the loss of. A proper pack, a mate, and children topped that list. He couldn't be happier that he’d been wrong.

[skylarmoon71]

Patrick Jane (The Mentalist) - Extra

According to the nurses Jane had come to visit you a few times while you were asleep. 

You know the last time was just an impulse, but you felt sort of happy he was still concerned about you.

Then you recalled that very heated make out session and you were immediately humbled. You need to remain professional. It’s clear that you both were still high off the adrenaline of that accident. You needed to put your energy into recovering rather than those two unplanned kisses.

So that’s what you do.

You tried to sneak out a few times, but you were always caught. The first time by Lisbon who dropped by to give you cookies.

After she threatened you, you had no choice but to let nature do its thing.

When you were finally cleared about a month later you were ready to get back out there.

Your unit worked on the other side of the CBI, so you knew the chances of running into Jane weren’t high. Which you were a bit grateful for. Truthfully you needed some time to work up the courage to see him again and apologize for kissing him.

Twice.

Although the second time he was the one who instigated it.

But you didn’t exactly stop him.

Poor judgment indeed.

You went about work as usual. You received a few more visits from Lisbon, Vanpelt and Cho. Rigsby had brought you lunch one afternoon, after he’d eaten one of the sandwiches that is. It was really sweet how protective they became. You spotted Jane a few times on your office floor.

Like the coward you were, you made yourself scarce until he left.

One night you were positive you were being sneaky. The coffee machine on your floor had broken again, so you really had no choice. Before you made the trip you texted Lisbon.

“Is Mr. Jane still in the building?”

With a ding, you got a response.

“I think he left, why?”

“No reason, just curious, I haven't seen him much.”

Because you were constantly running from him.

“I’ll tell him to check in on you tomorrow. He said he went over a few times but you weren’t there.”

You wince internally.

“Thanks Lisbon, have a good night.”

“You too, don’t over do it.”

You smiled, sliding the phone into your pocket as you headed for the kitchen. Maybe you could snag one of those snapple drinks while you were down there.

You were careful to look both ways before you stepped out. It felt a little ridiculous ducking him like this. But what else could you do? This was the best case scenario. Heading to the fridge, you hummed happily.

Maybe there would be a snack there too.

“Ah ha!!”

You jumped at the yell, spinning around.

“M-Mr Jane!”

Damn it all.

“W-What are you doing here so late?”

“Catching you. I’ve been trying to see you for weeks but you kept avoiding me so I had to take matters into my own hands. “

“Into your own hands?”

“Let’s just say the coffee machine shutting down again wasn’t a coincidence.”

You couldn’t believe he would stoop that low. Then again, you had been quite childish about the whole thing.

Looks like you had no choice now.

“I’m sorry about that.”

His smile didn’t convince you that he understood what you were going to say.

“Anyway, I think we both know that day in the hospital was an accident. So there’s no need to be awkward or even dwell on it. We’re colleagues. We should be able to work together without this being weird.”

“Of course, no weirdness at all.” Jane agreed.

“Great.”

You turned back to grab the drink from inside the fridge. To be honest that was just to distract you. Opening the door, you pulled out your drink, closing it when you got what you were searching for. You turned to tell him you were heading back, but he was much closer than you expected.

You almost dropped the bottle.

“M-Mr. Jane I-”

“You can just call me Patrick.”

Gulping, you let out a breath. Why did it feel like he was doing the opposite of what you just agreed on?

“Mr. Jane I really think we should-”

“I liked kissing you, very much. I’d like to do it again, but only if you want to. Kiss me that is.”

He smiled at you, and your defense felt like it was falling. One of his hands was now laying against the metal of the refrigerator door. This wasn’t really helping. You came in so strong, filled with purpose to try and maintain a friendly relationship. But now that was teetering.

“I-I really don’t think that would be very professional. We were both in a traumatic event. It’s normal that certain feelings could arise but that doesn’t mean that we should act on them. It’ll pass.”

“I don’t believe that, do you?”

“Umm, I..”

You should have just said yes, but he was too close and he smelled so good

His grin seemed to grow wider.

“Do you?”

You bit your lip.

“I..”

Damn it all.

You grabbed his jacket, dropping the plastic bottle as you pulled him in. He hummed appreciatively, sliding a hand up your back as your lips tried to taste all you could. You would have stayed there buried in his arms if it wasn’t for the person clearing their throat behind him. You practically shoved him and Jane stumbled, hair slightly disheveled.

“Agent Lisbon!”

The last person you expected was her.

“I-I need to get back, please excuse me.”

You couldn’t get out of there faster.

Lisbon just sent Jane a disapproving look.

“What? She kissed me.”

Lisbon just sighed, already preparing for a new stack of complaints.

~~

The next day you were almost afraid to show your face. You have literally attacked this man three times now. Sitting in your car, you tried to work up enough confidence to go into the building.

“Pondering on life choices are we?”

You jump.

“D-Damn it stop sneaking up on me!”

He raised his hands.

“Sorry, forced habit.” He still looked way too smug.

You opened the door and he held a hand out for you. You took it, stepping out as you closed the door.

“Listen Mr. Jane I-”

“Patrick.” He corrected.

“Patrick.” You finally relented.

His smile seemed to get brighter, and you blushed.

“You need to stop flirting with me or I’ll keep kissing you!” You finally admit.

“I was hoping you would. I’m sure I was being very transparent yesterday. I like you, from that kiss it’s obvious that it wasn’t just the adrenaline speaking.”

You wish you could deny each claim.

“Regardless, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“How do you know it’s a bad idea if we haven’t even tried.”

“I just-”

“I trust you (Y/N).”

Those words caused you to pause.

“I know you think that people shouldn’t trust you for obvious reasons. I don’t think you’re a danger. Some part of you must realize that. You’re the first person to trust me with your story. People don’t usually tell me their deepest secrets. I tend to beat them to it.”

You’d seen first hand, so you understood.

“You trusted me, and that meant something. At least to me it did.”

It did mean a lot to you, but this feels so sudden, you aren’t sure if you should trust it.

“Just give it a shot, if after a few dates you realize that I’m an insufferable selfish man then you have full permission to kick me to the curb.”

You can’t help but crack a smile, and he does too. There was really no harm in trying. You did care about him. Adrenaline or not, he’s a really good kisser.

“Okay, I’ll give it a shot.”

He clapped happily.

“Great, let’s go.” He took your hand and you followed behind, confused.

“Where are we going?”

“On our first date to the coffee shop across the street so we can make out.”

You couldn’t help it, you laughed.

He really is shameless. 

[vanrougesluvr]

—Like the movies—

word count: 1,655

"sigh.. another load of uni work" the ginger™ said as he entered the now familiar building

``maybe one day I will fall in a bookstore into the arms of a guy ``

as he brushed past the crowd of people at the counter he felt a hard nudge, bracing for impact he noticed he didn't fall? but fell into the arms of the most beautiful person he's seen before, his ocean blue eyes, hair like silver, his beautifully toned face.

"A-ah I'm so sorry!" He got up and dusted himself off apologizing to the beautiful fellow "tch, how incompetent." the guy replied leo apologized before running off again.

"That guy was rather...odd." izumi stated as he exited the bookstore, looking around he saw a nearby cafe and decided why not get something to eat, after all it was almost time for lunch.

as leo scurried out the bookstore he checked the time he noticed he actually needed to get lunch he hadn't even eaten in a few days and he was low on energy, he spotted a cafe and decided he'd eat lunch there while doing his thesis...of course he wouldn't slack off he's already loaded for the next week or so! as he walked into the cafe he saw the same guy from the bookstore! "what a small world" he thought to himself as he ordered something

In the corner of his eye izumi thought he saw familiar orange hair poking through the surprisingly small crowd, for fucks sake this guy again, although he did act like an ass before to him, should he apologize? should he just ignore him or should he—

his thoughts were simply cut off seing the ginger sit at the table beside his, seeing him he reverted his gaze towards his phone pretending not to notice the pretty guy beside his table, after what felt like eternity he made up his mind and spoke up "ahem.. you're that guy from the bookstore,correct?" leo almost spat out his food from surprise, as he turned his cheeks flushed red from realizing who it was as he turned to his side "uhm..yes?" Leo choked up the reply

"I'm Izumi sena, and I'd like to apologize for the way I acted earlier" he stated as leo just stared cheeks still red, Izumi didn't even bother waiting for a reply but shocked leo replied "um..you don't need to apologize, really it was my fault mostly...I'm leo by the way" followed by a small chuckle, Izumi apologized once more being more persuasive from each apology,and so forth their friendship blossomed, at first Izumi vowed to not make things awkward between them as to not let his expectations down. But, they'd always meet up at the cafe, sometimes even one of their apartments, although leo was loaded with work he'd always make sure to either call or talk to Izumi, of course Izumi wasn't really a busy person other than his model work he didn't really have much to do.

one day when they were at the cafe while leo was doing his thesis and Izumi was helping him out leo blurted out something he didn't dare tell anyone before "Sena, every day's been so much fun since I met you. It was dazzling, a radiant time of youth, so bright I couldn't see anything else. If I took every little memory and made them into a song, it wouldn't end within a single lifetime. That beautiful face given to you by God and polished by you yourself, is the greatest work of art. Just seeing it from the side I feel like my motivation won't ever stop. My ideas come flowing one after another and, I can make a masterpiece. And then with that alone I'm happy. My dreams we're fulfilled by meeting you, there's nothing more I can imagine than being with you every single day of my life til the day I die." Blood rushed to Izumi's cheeks so fast light couldn't be faster as he stared wide eyed at leo "...w-was that supposed to be a confession?" He choked out still flushed as he covered his face and averted his gaze from leo "hm..? What do you mean?" leo said curiously staring at Izumi "um...you know that stuff you just said about me making you feel happy and all that stuff.." the ginger's eyes widened as his cheeks grew red just now noticing what he said he managed to mumble a few words "it depends if you think it is" before he bashed his head on the table several times from the embarrassment, Izumi pulled leo closer to him and leaned in, their lips touched and they swore they felt a shock go through their bodies as they connected, "I like you too leo" Izumi chuckled before snuggling leo closer.

a few years later leo finally graduated from university with a degree and they were now living together but Izumi was panicking planning on how to propose to his lover, when a knock on the door snapped him away from his thoughts, he walked over and looked through the peephole, purple eyes were met with his as he checked it out, ah yes arashi a close friend of his whom he called up to help him plan this whole thing through "Open up sena or I'll break this fucking door down" the blonde said as she knocked again, opening the door the she immediately started stating some of her ideas on what to do "hmm...I suppose you could take him to the first place you both met and propose there...oh! You could also take him out where your first date was hn, no you can do better..." she blabbed out completely blocking out Izumi's simple suggestions "do you have anything you'd like to suggest?" The blonde said as she whipped her head towards Izumi "um...I guess I plan on recreating his confession but I guess I do it this time?" he said, Arashi's eyes lit up as she squeaked with excitement and almost screamed "That's perfect! Do you have a ring yet? Should we go ring shopping?" enthusiastically squealing Izumi shook his head and responded "I was just about to—" he got cut off as the blonde swiftly dragged him out and into her car

Driving to the mall Arashi kept talking about some recent gossip she heard as they were entering the building Izumi spotted the perfect one he'd want to propose to his lover to, It was a simple silver ring embedded with amethysts and on top laid a not so small blue colored diamond that anyone would surely notice, not noticing Izumi strayed from her arashi looked around for Izumi and quickly spotting him buy a ring she went straight to him and leaned over to see what the ring looked like, the blonde gasped as she saw the ring was fitting for leo, only the best for Izumi's partner she thought. Driving him back home arashi had pent up excitement for Izumi's proposal, I mean how could she not?

The moment leo went through the door of their shared condo Izumi scurried out of their bedroom to tell him to get ready because he arranged something for the both of them, leo being tired still obliged to his lover's request and quickly got ready

Leo's heart fluttered as he saw the all too familiar cafe, he couldn't help but cling onto Izumi's arm as they walked in and over to their now former usual spot Izumi told leo to order for them as he needed to do something important, leo didn't mind this and went to order their usuals, fumbling around with the box Izumi held it in his hands and waited for leo to arrive back, as leo sat down with their usual orders they both dug in, as Izumi was halfway through his meal he spoke "Leo tsukinaga, My dreams we're fulfilled by meeting you, there's nothing more I can imagine than being with you every single day of my life til the day I die, so will you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?" Leo's eyes filled with tears as he tried to wipe them away but to no use, he was sure this was the first time he'd cried of happiness he squealed as he put his hand forward and said "Yes! Izumi a million times yes!" as Izumi put the ring on Leo's finger the crowd and staff cheered for the newly engaged couple and congratulated the both of them, they'd start planning the next day because It truly was like the movies.

``I want a love like I've seen in the movies. .``

As leo was walking down the aisle ruka as his guide he was sure he'd tear up not even halfway through, Izumi on the other hand was admiring leo as he gracefully walked towards the altar and infront of him, he looked dashing in his all white suit with a tailcoat resembling a dress with it's ruffles falling behind it veil and all he looked beautiful. the ceremony went smoothly enough, "you may now kiss the groom." their preist stated as they shared a long tender and loving kiss. as their friends and family gave them their gratitude and congratulations before the wedding ended they caught up with a few old friends giving them gifts and all they knew truly that they never would've expected this to happen, they thought it only happened in movies, turns out, not only that it was possible for movie like scenes to come true, true love did exist and they'd found it, within each other's hold.

sorry this was kinda short it was just smth my mind scarmbled up <\3 tysm for reading!

[atd-everything-girl]

Demigod of my own

ch-2 Manhattan's youngest surfer.

Hey! Umm so because of well examinations Almost everyday I couldn't quite Post part 2 due to academic reasons but Hey at least this came a bit earlier than Planned! Oh whatever anyway here's Ariel's POV!

A large  Wave was oncomings many people on the beach turned their attention towards it. A couple of surfers some professionals and some plain youth tiled to see catch the wave to surf but were  washed away as their talents betrayed them. As they returned grumbling, they the heard the loud Joyful screan of a young girl. Many shock on their face  and some showed wonder for the only person who had managed to catch and ride the wave was a red-headed 8 year old girl Ariel malician, who had tactfully slipped out of her mother's sight just is time to ride the wave. she Swinged her surfboard around skillfully between her feet. The water moving as if following her will and command. she surfed tell she the wave till it died down and  just as she came to the shore, she felt Very satisfied with the attention she was getting as all eyes  were on her. she smiled, the wind flew into her hair which was tied back Into a low ponytail. As someone was approaching her ( perhaps to ask questions) A Woman wearing a lifeguard's uniform cut her and gave Ariel a cross look who in turn gave her an apologetic smile, 'Sorry mom.. felt like surfing.' Her half-bluffed excuse didn't exactly help pacify Sofia, who ended up silently taking her back to the apartment that afternoon. 'Ariel, there's nothing wrong with surfing but NEVER disappear out of my sight again, especially without telling me.' Ariel pouted on the couch as her mother rambled on about safety. Oh what did she know? the water always moved to her mind's will besides even If she did fall in, there's no way she couldn't grab her surfboard in time. Her mom would often credit Ariel's dad for her surfing abilities though she had actually never meant the man, sofia claimed that her surfing tricks and stunts were identical to his, from when they were together. She never quite understood why her father had promised to meet her specifically when she turned 15 and why her mom still believed it and simply refuse to marry anyone else (much to her grandpa's annoyance)Sofia had raised her alone with 2 Jobs as a part-time lifeguard and part-time grocery store cashier. As sofia finally stopped rambling Ariel headed to her bedroom. Today was a sunday which meant school on monday. she groaned, for all her teachers often found her irksome and loud, upon their insistence she had been diagnosed with A.D.H.D by the psychiatrist (only after complete and through procedures of course). The only person she looked forward to Seeing Was mitszy monica her best friend A sandy-brown haired highly energetic fellow 8 year old with elfish ears and black eyes. She thought about how for she had also been diagnosed with ADHD though mitszy often had a lot more energy then her so maybe their diagnoses had some faults.                          ~~~~~

School was largely uneventful. Except for when mitszy Jumpscared her at lunch by hiding under the table and then laughing for the rest of the lunch period as Ariel grumbled about how she could have possibly fallen for such a lame trick. Thought as they were In English class an announcement came and everyone Were to gather outside for an firefighter had been called to give a speech on fire safety. Ariel became became annoyed, These kinds of people never gave any  useful information  even when she'd listened. Her eyes spun towards mitszy who had a mischievous smile on her face.she raised her hand and said,' mrs. Johnson. I have to go to the bathroom its an emergency. please?' The teacher absently mindly nodded yes so she grabbed Ariel and sped out the classroom as the teacher was trying to get everyone In line. They reached the grounds and went behind the trees as mitszy pulled out a bunch of  candy  hidden in her pockets. 'where did you get that?' Ariel asked and was met with the same response 'stole it off cassy's stash.'  'you mean her bag?' 'eh! she won't even realise it till we've  already had our feast.' she Shrugged and popped gum in her mouth. Ariel was about to pick up a kit-kat when a large  strange orange fox ran by them. Jumping into school property by the fence. If that wasn't strange enough, they suddenly saw a bunch of girls with black outfits, silver crowns and freaking - Weapons! bows and arrows and daggers even! First these weird girls  trespassed into the School grounds and second, no-one payed any heed to them! Even the Janitor who was Swepping the ground just looked up and around shrugged at the noise   and then went back to work as if  weird foxes and gangs  normal! Mitszy and Ariel as the girls Shot the fox but there arrows missed and seem to try everything in their power to catch It though the fox jumped out leaving girls Very angry, a few of  them cursing loudly. Though one Hispanic looking girl with an elegant braid noticed the fact that Mitszy and Artel could not only see them, but were also horrified and Wanted to potentially report them  she walked to them. Smiling at their candy stash and the then gesturing towards the auditorium as of to say, "you girls are suppose to be there aren't you? Ariel looked at her silently though mitszy broke the Silence,'who are you ? A gang or something'  Insted of answering her, the girl pulled out a dagger and asked, 'can you tell me what this looks like to you?' Ariel answered sheepishly, 'A very sharp object you can kill us with.'  The girl took a step back maybe Wondering how & Second-grader knew about about death or maybe - thinking that killing them will be the Wise to thing to do. Instead she Smiled and asked, "Do you know anything about greek or roman mythology?'  They both stared. Though Mitszy replied,' my mom reads me stories about the gods  sometimes and I think I read a couple of greek myths here and there.'  'what about you?' The girl asked Ariel who replied, 'we have downloaded audio books about myths that I sometimes listen to.' 'Well then I think you girls  might think may be demigods! She said and then hastliy Introduced herself ' I'm Reyna by the way.' Another girl came and stood beside Reyna, she looked like a punk girl with short black short and strange light Blue eyes... she stared into Ariel's eyes and was met back with a cold cautious one. The punk h huffed and looked at Reyna,' who are these little ones? ya plan on recruiting them?' Reyna Shrugged and turned to them asking , ' have you ever had an absent parent?'  'None of your business.' Ariel reliped though mitszy once again went, 'our dads I guess.'  The punk looked at her and Said, 'you look like those kids from cabin 11.'  'what?' Before anymore questions were answered. All the girls suddenly glowed silver and then disappeared leaving behind the most baffled 8 year olds in existence.

     ~~~~~~

It had been a couple days since the Incident. Ariel's mom had taken her and mitszy this time to the beach. As she sat at the shore staring at her surfboard (mermaid themed) mitszy asked her, ' Remember those weird gang girls?' Ariel nodded. mitszy continued, ' I have kinda looked into it and demigods are children of greek or Roman gods With mortal parents. They supposedly have abonormal abilities sometimes.'  Ariel looked at have her and asked, 'sure those girls weren't just our imaginations?'  'so you're saying that both of us imagined the same thing and talked to them?' Ariel didn't give an answer. She laid back on the sand and simply said, 'I'm going to ask mom.' 'About what?'......... Ariel closed her eyes and  said, ' About the mere existence of gods and whether or not one's my father.'

[lgchyoseop]

lgcxnoeul​:

put ‘em up

After lunch, his energy had nose-dived and his reserve was nearly empty. His arms felt like jelly and his sneakers, he swear his sneakers felt wrong. He had untied and tied it several times to see how he could make them more comfortable for himself. He opted to remove them altogether, tossing them near the door when Hyoseop walks into the practice room. His lips part, lifting his hand to cover the gasp that escapes him when his sneakers end up directly colliding with the man’s lower legs. “I’m so sorry.” He begins, picking his sneakers up to set them aside, but he holds onto them. “It was bad timing, I swear. I didn’t know you were— My sneakers will apologize.”

He flaps the tongue of his sneaker, acting as if it were talking through a low-pitch, slightly hoarse voice. “We’re sorry, hyung-nim. It won’t happen again.”

Okay, he was losing it.

@lgchyoseop

            does legacy think noeul and hyoseop is a good duo or something? it almost feels like the company is secretly shipping them or something. somehow it feels like they always end up in the company of one another. it’s not like they’re best friends, but hyoseop sees noeul more than he sees his own family, and that’s excluded when they meet in the dorms. how does that thing go again? once, normal. twice, coincidence. thrice, not a coincidence. they were dormmates, normal enough, both made it into spring boys, normal enough, they were in one of the same groups together, okay… they were in two groups together... not a coincidence! well if it wasn’t legacy constantly bringing them together, maybe it was fate. perhaps mother nature saw them as a good match and hyoseop should at last make noeul his best friend.

but perhaps hyoseop shouldn’t complain about constantly being paired with noeul (not that he was complaining), because noeul was a cool guy, and though maybe they weren’t best friends, they were also not enemies. fate could bring hyoseop constantly together with someone annoying or mean, but it didn’t, fate brought hyoseop together with sweet little noeul. noeul was cool, and it was nice having someone around that you already knew fairly well.

it was hyoseop’s first time getting his own song, though it didn’t really feel like debut, and he wasn’t even sure if he was prepared for debut to come to him. but this was a preparation, and it was hyoseop’s first time instead of making someone else’s song his own, he could make his own song his own. hyoseop still wasn’t very sure what kind of concept he liked most for himself, but he found ‘do it like this’ very catchy, and he could see himself fitting to the song. it was fun for the first time practicing your own song, but it was different, it felt different for some reason.

and he wasn’t prepared for that when he enters a practice room he immediately gets attacked by a flying sneaker. “man down! man down!” he lets out as his legs slowly bends and he slowly falls to the ground. “what a welcome” he says as he stands up again “you’re not going to begin greeting me like that in the dorms too, right?”.

put 'em up

If one were to ask Noeul, Hyoseop was blessed with his presence albeit jokingly. Not only were the two roommates for quite some time now, but the two had been grouped for their two unit songs. His friends had been sent to other units so the fact that he had someone familiar throughout this was something he was grateful for despite the two not being as close as he would have liked. It only meant that he could take the time to become closer to Hyoseop. Or, would it end in awkward silences and devastating rejection for him? After all, his personality was an acquired taste.

It marked their second day going through the choreography for 'Do It Like This.' He remembered laughing when the unit was given their choreography reference video. He was pleased by how perfect the choreography was for the song, and could envision all the members in their positions. It was quirky, bold, and energetic. It was everything he could ask from a choreography. It required synchronization from all the members, or else, the group risked appearing messy. That would be crucial for them to nail, but there was barely any time for them to perfect it. All they had was one more day of dance lessons and the unit would be meeting to record the music video.

After lunch, his energy had nose-dived and his reserve was nearly empty. His arms felt like jelly and his sneakers, he swear his sneakers felt wrong. He had untied and tied it several times to see how he could make them more comfortable for himself. He opted to remove them altogether, tossing them near the door when Hyoseop walks into the practice room. His lips part, lifting his hand to cover the gasp that escapes him when his sneakers end up directly colliding with the man's lower legs. "I'm so sorry." He begins, picking his sneakers up to set them aside, but he holds onto them. "It was bad timing, I swear. I didn't know you were— My sneakers will apologize."

He flaps the tongue of his sneaker, acting as if it were talking through a low-pitch, slightly hoarse voice. "We're sorry, hyung-nim. It won't happen again."

Okay, he was losing it.

@lgchyoseop

[seunggelic]

a familiar face - lee felix

A/N: hii i kinda hate the way i wrote this one tbh so i might edit it later. sorry for any typos i didn’t rly proofread

pairing: idol!lee felix x reader

genre: childhood friends to potential lovers

description: you never had friends in highschool until you started to tutor lee felix. but when he disappears without a trace you never thought you would see him again at a concert your friend dragged you to. 

word count: 4.5k

Sophomore year

To make a long story short, high school sucked.

ok that may have been an exaggeration but it certainly wasn’t the fairytale experience movies and media made it out to be. It was mostly boring classes, loud lunches, and long nights slaving over homework. You had a few acquaintances from middle school but you never really formed a strong bond with anyone. “Maybe this year would be different” you told yourself but deep down you had low expectations. The upside to not having friends was less distractions, you were able to actually pay attention in class which meant you actually had decent grades. enter lee Felix. Perhaps the exact opposite of you. What he lacked in academics he made up for in popularity. The second he entered school grounds he would be greeted by at least three people at once, but who could blame them. He had the looks, the personality, and talent. You’d seen him perform in the school dance showcases, even you could see his talent was unmatched. everything in his high school career seemed to be perfect, except for his grades. It’s not like he didn’t try to focus in class, he just always seemed to be caught up in a conversation. his worst subject was calculus, it wasn’t completely his fault, the teacher was an angry old man who had it out for everybody. It was almost impossible to pass his class but there you were with the highest grade. Felix knew if he didn’t pass this class he might have to retake it during summer which would kill his social life. The only other option was to get tutored so he swallowed his pride and asked you for help. 

You felt his presence before he spoke, you look up to meet his gaze. You were a little surprised to see Felix standing there but tried not to show it. “Can I help you?” It came out a little more judgmental than you had expected and you could see Felix visibly get more nervous. “Uh you’re y/n right?” You nodded slowly still unsure of his motives. “And you’re in t/n’s *teachers name* class right” secretly Felix already knew you were in the same class as him, you only sat two seats away after all, but he needed to stall before he asked for your help. You nodded again. “So.. um- yea you don’t have to but it- I’m really struggling in his class and I don’t want to retake his class in the summer and he’s really mean and math is hard so..” He trailed off. “Im sorry what exactly do you need?” he paused. he realized that he hadn’t actually asked if you could tutor him “OH SORRY I was wondering if you could maybe tutor me or something since I know you’re really good at math and…stuff” you thought about it for a second. felix was nice and you literally had nothing else going on, it couldn’t hurt helping out a classmate “sure.” You could see his nervous energy melt away. “REALLY? Thank you so so much you are a lifesaver” and just like that, he ran off. You went back to lunch but looked up again when you heard his footsteps coming back. “Sorry I realized I didn’t get your number” he handed you his phone. Seeing your hesitation he reassured you “its only to like schedule stuff don’t worry” he flashed his iconic bright smile and you took his phone. After putting in your information you handed it back to him and he awkwardly stood there for a few seconds as if he was going to say something but decided against it. “Uhh ok..bye” then jogged off. 

*time skip*

afterschool you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. “Hi it’s Felix :)” thinking for a few seconds you typed a response “hey” real smooth. “I was wondering what days you are free?” You chuckled to yourself, imagining what it would be like if you actually had plans “pretty much everyday” there were a few seconds of silence “awesome, I have dance practice Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday so we can meet on like Friday if you want?” “That works for me” you put your phone down to start on homework. Then you heard another buzz “I cant wait :D” the gentle glow of your phone illuminated the small smile on your face but you shook it off and put your phone down, you still have work to do. Still you felt a light heat on your cheeks

*friday* 

You glanced at the clock, 2:57. Stop worrying, all you are doing is tutoring for two hours, then you can go home and binge the office. You and Felix had texted a few more times and agreed to meet in the library at 3. You double checked all the notes you had prepared and checked the clock again, 2:58. You laid your head on the table, why were you so nervous? Its not like this is a date, you are just one classmate helping another. “Hey y/n” his voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You shot up from the desk and stuck out your hand. he looked at it with confusion and you mentally slapped yourself in the head. He chuckled then gently shook your hand “you do realize met before right?” “Uh yea I don’t know it just felt customary” you shared a couple awkward laughs until you both realized you were still shaking hands. You jerked your hand back and avoided his gaze. he cleared his throat “uh should we get started?” You both sat down and you laid out the notes you wrote for this lesson “woah, you didn’t need to do all of this” his eyes widened seeing everything you had prepared “it was no big deal I had a lot of time” and with that the lesson began. 

Two hours seemed to fly by. Felix seemed to understand the material fairly well. You handed him some practice problems and told him to complete it by next Friday “damn are you really giving me homework?” he laughed and took the papers “its all part of the y/n tutoring experience” you said with a sheepish smile. There was a few seconds of comfortable silence. “So-“ “well-“ you both said at the same time. “Sorry sorry you go first” you said laughing “oh uh yea I was just gonna say thanks again for helping me.” “Yea its no problem, happy to help” you packed up your bag and rocked on your feet for a few seconds “well i’m gonna get going, see you next week” 

*time skip* 

Throughout the next few weeks, you would keep your head down, making your way through the school day while Felix continued his routine of greeting friends at every turn. However, on Fridays at 3 the two of you would be in your own world. Despite your contrasting lives you both found solace in each others company. You appreciated felix’s bright energy and felix found comfort in your quiet calm presence. You started to look up to greet him in the hallways and he would always make a point to stop and have a small conversation with you. His friends found it strange that this random person whom they had never seen before suddenly become a part of Felix’s routine but neither of you seemed to care. You didn’t hang out with each other outside of those small interactions in the hallways and after schools on Fridays but it was enough to fuel your growing feelings for him. 

“Y’know lix” you started “you’re actually really good at math, I feel like you don’t need me” Felix smiled at the new nickname “what are you talking about I was literally failing the class before you started helping me” “yea but I barely have to teach you, I just show you like one example and you instantly get it” he stopped writing then looked up at you. Moving a few inches closer he smiled “maybe I just have a better teacher now” you felt your cheeks heat up “shut up” you laughed and shoved him away. He tapped his pencil on the table a few times before looking up at you again. “I was wondering, if you were free Saturday?” “Uhh yea why?” He swallowed before he spoke again, “well I have this dance show case thingy and I was hoping maybe you could go?” He scanned your face for any reaction “are you kidding? Yea Id love to go!” he let out a sigh of relief before turning back to the homework “I cant wait” 

*saturday*

You stood infront a pile of clothes on the floor, why was this so hard? All of your clothes just didn’t feel right and you didn’t have a best friend to ask for advice. Rummaging through your clothes you found a pleated skirt your mom had bought you. You examined it in the light, you never wore stuff like this but if there was ever an opportunity to try tonight would be the night. You paired it with some random graphic tee you found in the pile. Before you had time to second guess your outfit you realized you were running late. bidding a quick goodbye to your parents you jumped on your bike and made your way to school. 

Your heart sunk when you saw how packed the theater was, the only spaces were in the far back, theres no way you would actually be able to see anything on the stage. You saw your phone light up in your hand, a message from Felix “btw, theres a seat for you near the front :)” your heart warmed at his thoughtfulness. You made your way to the front and saw a taped off chair in the front row. When Felix said near the front you didn’t think he meant right smack dab in the front. You sat down right as the theater lights began to dim. The dance director walked out on stage “hello and thank you for coming to this very special dance showcase. Our students have worked very hard to present you all with some amazing performances. This is a very special performance because we have some dance scouts in the audience tonight.” There were some quiet excited murmurs after this revelation “We hope you enjoy the performances tonight.” You watched her walk off the saw the first group walk on stage. Even with the lights off you could make out Felix’s silhouette. When the lights turned on you were shocked to see how ethereal he looked. The light formed a light halo behind his blonde locks and the light makeup highlighted his best features. Then the music began and you were in awe once again. You could see the passion in his face. He moved flawlessly, even though there were four other people on that stage, Felix had your full attention. When he looked out into the crowd his face lit up when he made eye contact with you. Throughout the rest of the performances, felix would steal glances at you and get shy when you were already looking. Finally, it was time for his solo. Even though he had been practicing for months he didn’t feel like he was good enough. He checked his pulse on his neck, a habit he had picked up over time. He peeked out of the curtain and saw you sitting there expectantly, he smiled and felt his heart rate pick up. He exhaled slowly and walked out on stage. the music picked up and he began his routine. You pulled out your phone and began filming his performance, since you felt like you would want to remember this forever. Felix poured his whole heart and soul into this dance and once again made eye contact with you, it was hard to see since the lights were shining directly in his eyes but to him you shined brighter. Before he knew it the song ended and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. Out of breath he bowed and walked off stage. 

After the show you ran to look for Felix and congratulate him on his spectacular performance. It was easy to find him since there was already a large crowd around him. You managed to squeeze yourself in and gave him a small tap on his shoulder. “Y/N!” Overcome with emotions he pulled you into a hug, it was unexpected but you weren’t complaining. You were engulfed in the scent of vanilla and hairspray. you both became hyper aware that you were hugging in front of a decent crowd of people. He let you go and muttered a small apology “its ok” you said quietly. “Do you wanna move somewhere else” he whispered and you nodded. The two of you moved to a quiet corner. “You did really good lix” he scratched the back of his neck “do you really think so?” “YEA it was like I was watching an idol at a concert or something, seriously you were amazing.” His face burned red at all the compliments. He looked back at you “I’m really glad you could make it” he said quietly “me too..” you were getting distracted by his eyes. He cleared his throat reached for your hand “y/n, I was wondering-“ “Mr. Lee” an unknown voice surprised the both of you. Felix let go of your hand and turned around to face the man. “Hello mr. lee, I was very impressed with what I saw today.” “Thank you sir” Felix bowed “can I speak to you over there for a moment” the man gestured. felix looked back at you briefly “uh” you gave him a smile to indicate that it was ok “sure” the two of them walked a couple feet away. As the talked you replayed what had just happened a few seconds before. He held your hand. HE HELD YOUR HAND. You couldn’t stop smiling, pulling out your phone you fixed your hair and checked your teeth. You don’t know what you were expecting but you wanted to look your best. You looked over at Felix again and he was shaking the mans hand. felix began walking back in your direction but when he looked up at you his smile faltered. “What was that about?” You asked “oh.. it was nothing” “ah ok.. oh what were you saying earlier?” You looked at him expectantly. he looked back at you but something in his eyes had changed, they looked..empty? Sad? Either way it was different. “It was nothing don’t worry” you didn’t want to pressure him so you didn’t ask anymore. The atmosphere had drastically changed. “I should probably get going I guess” you said hoping he would ask you to stay “oh yea I guess.” Disappointed again you walked away. “Y/n wait!” You turned back around “you should take this, its really cold and you aren’t-“ he looked down at your skirt “you uh- you are probably gonna get cold so” he handed you his dance team hoodie. “Oh thanks, bye lix” you walked away again now bundled in his warm jacket. It still smelled like vanilla. 

*time skip*

You were going to take matters into your own hands. With the school year ending, that also meant tutoring with Felix would end. if he wasn’t going to ask you out, you were. You hadn’t seen him around the halls but you just figured he was busy, you would see him Friday anyway. 

Friday, 2:57 PM. You sit clutching a bag of his favorite snacks with a fully rehearsed speech about how much you like him in your head. You keep your eyes on the entrance to the library. 3:00 PM he should be arriving any minute now. 3:15..maybe he’s a little late. 3:45 maybe he just forgot today.. “hey lix idk where you were today are you ok?” *not delivered* you stared at the screen. “Not delivered” had he blocked your number? Tears threatened to spill but you held yourself together. You packed your bag and threw the snack in the trash on the way out. 

*time skip*

It had been a few weeks since you last saw Felix. You stopped going to the library since he was never there anyway. You would see his friends around school but Felix was never with them. You didn’t even know how to feel at this point, you were upset and angry but more than anything you were worried. How could he have just disappeared without a trace?

*major time skip*

It had been a few years since you graduated high school. You barely thought about Felix anymore, the sole reminder of him was the hoodie he gave you sitting in your closet. The scent of vanilla had worn off but it was your go to jacket for cold weather. In college you actually made a few really good friends. one of your closest friends was super into k-pop, specifically a group called stray kids. You didn’t know anything about the group but you did enjoy some of their songs. “Y/N!!!” Your friend burst into the room “what’s up?” She was practically shaking with excitement “ok so you know how I’ve been trying to get you into Kpop for like ever” you laughed “yea” “OK THIS IS MY LAST ATTEMPT” you looked at her confused “my absolute favorite group stray kids is literally performing in the next city over AND my brother works at the venue so he can get us super close to the stage” “what does this have to do with me?” “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GO WITH ME IT’LL BE SO FUN AND IM PRACTICALLY GIVING YOU FREE TICKETS” she gave you a puppy dog look that you couldn’t say no to “..fine” she squealed and hugged you “thank you thank you it’ll be so much fun and who knows maybe you’ll meet someone there” she annunciated her words with a wiggle of her eyebrows. you snorted at her “yea in your dreams” 

A few months passed and it was time for the concert. You didn’t put much through into your outfit, you just threw on some pants and a shirt plus the hoodie that Felix gave you. a few years ago you wouldn’t be able to look at it without crying but now all you feel is a dull ache in your heart. “Y/n are you read- oh no. honey please don’t tell me thats what you’re wearing to the concert right” “what’s wrong with this?” She looks at you sympathetically. “Just be glad you have a best friend like me to help you with things like this” she goes into your closet and pulls out something you hadn’t seen in years. That same skirt you wore to Felix’s dance showcase “no way, that is too small for me now” “it’ll be fine! Live a little what’s wrong with a little extra skin” she said with a mischievous grin. Reluctantly you grabbed the skirt, with some struggle you managed to squeeze into it. “Aaaah! You look so good! This is gonna be so much fun” she grabs your hand and you make your way to the concert venue

She wasn’t kidding when she said close to the stage. You were only one row away form the stage. “Ok teach me about the members or whatever” “I thought you would never ask!” She pulls out her phone with a google search of stray kids. “Ok this is the leader, his name is bangchan and he is like the most amazing man in the whole world I mean they all are but he’s just AAH he’s amazing” you smiled at her excitement and passion “this is Minho but his stage name is lee know, he’s the second oldest and main dancer but he also sings and stuff. This is changbin he’s one of the fastest rappers in Kpop” you raised your eyebrows in surprise “hyunjin is one of the visuals but he’s also one of the main dancers, I mean all of them can dance but he’s just wow y’know?” she was going so fast you could barely keep up “ok this is jisung my personal bias he’s also part of 3racha oh I forgot to talk about 3racha they make like all the music and OH this is fe-“ she was cut off by the speakers blasting the intro music. you thought you went deaf for a second. “OMG OMGOMG ILL TELL YOU THE REST LATER” the stage filled with smoke and the crowds screams got louder as the silhouettes of the 8 members appeared. You were starting to feel the hype and excitement of the crowd and joined in screaming. When the lights turned on your jaw dropped. No more than 20 feet away from you were 8 drop dead gorgeous men. Google images did not do them justice. The music started and the crowd chanted along the energy in that concert hall was insane. After the song finished they lined up near the front of the stage to do introductions. Thats when you saw him “FELIX?” Your exclamation was lost in the screams of the crowd. As they went down the line introducing themselves Felix looked around the crowd. Thats when he saw you. “Y/n?” Unlike you however, he was hooked up to a microphone and everyone in the building heard him say your name. His members looked at him confused “what was that Felix?” Chan asked “oh uh sorry I’m just so excited to be here I accidentally talked out loud” the members laughed along with the crowd. When it was his turn to introduce himself he looked directly at you “how are you guys doing!! It’s felix here” everyone around you screamed in response, you were just dumbfounded. He disappeared with no explanation and how he’s a Kpop idol? He smiled at you but the bitter feelings of abandonment came rushing back and you turned to look elsewhere. his smile dropped but he knew he deserved this, he left without so much as a goodbye. he noticed the hoodie you were wearing, it warmed his heart that you kept it all these years. After the last member introduced himself they went back to prepare for the next song. You would be lying if you weren’t impressed with his skills. Not only had he improved his dancing skills, he was rapping and singing simultaneously. As much as you tried not to you couldn’t take your eyes off him. on the flip side, Felix knew he should be paying attention to all the fans that had come to watch them perform but he kept looking back at you. 

He stood under the stage while chan seungmin jeongin and Minho performed their unit stage. He peeked out of the curtain the separated the stage and the audience. He could see you, he just needed to get your attention. Trying to avoid the others attention he snuck off the got closer to your seat. He stuck his head out of the curtain again “y/n” he whisper yelled. You had changed quite a bit since high school but you were still the same y/n to him. He knew he was running out of time and would have to get on stage soon “y/n!” He tried again this time you didn’t hear him but your friend did. Her mouth gaped open as she pointed. he put his finger over his lips to keep her quiet then pointed to you. She nodded then tapped you gently. You look over and there he is again. The boy who disappeared from your life and left you heartbroken.  You thought about ignoring him again but your heart softened when you saw the desperation in his eyes. “What” you mouthed. He discreetly threw a piece of paper in your general direction and winced when he was about 3 feet off. his heart melted when you let out a laugh, he forgot how much he missed that laugh. He heard jisung asking where he went so he slipped back into the curtain and got ready to get back on stage. You picked up the paper and unfolded it “I’m really sorry, parking lot behind the building after concert :)” “so.. care to explain why lee Felix knows who you are?” “He’s just..” You looked at the note “an old friend” 

The rest of the concert had been wonderful, as much as you tried to stay mad at Felix you couldn’t help but smile every time he looked your way, the rest of the members caught on to his behavior and interrogated him after the concert but he was in a hurry to get out and meet you. You told your friend to go to the car and lied that you had to go to the bathroom. You stood alone in the parking lot and started to second guess yourself. This was a bad idea, what were you going to say, why are you here? Just as you started walking away you heard a familiar voice “where are you going?” You stopped in your tracks. “I didn’t know if you were coming” you turned around to face him. He was wearing a baseball cap and a black mask to hide his face but those eyes were unmistakable. “You look..good” he said “you too..” “I like your jacket” he said with a light chuckle “yea an old friend gave it to me” you said with a sad smile. He sighed before stepping closer “look i’m.. i’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have left like that” “why” thats all you could get out “I-“ he thought for a few seconds “do you remember the night of the dance showcase?” You nodded “when I was..talking to you one of the dance scouts offered me a spot in a trainee team, I couldn’t pass it up. I was gonna tell you but I couldn’t face you so I left like a coward. but I regretted it every day.” You looked at the ground “well, i’m really happy for you, I was just worried about you when you disappeared. It was..nice seeing you lix” his heart ached hearing the nickname. You started to walk away but he reached for your hand “I was wondering if I could take you out sometime?” “What?” “thats..thats what I was gonna tell you before the scout um. yea..” He trailed off. “I just thought you should know” there were so many things you could say in that moment but none of them felt right. You walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. his head ducked down into your neck “i’m so sorry” his words were muffled. you pulled away from him and reached up to give him a small peck on the cheek. even with the mask on you could see his face get red. “I would’ve said yes by the way,” you whispered in his ear “just thought you should know” You let out a small laugh “ill see you around lix” you pulled away again and walked towards your friends car before he had a chance to say anything back.

Bucking your seatbelt you felt a buzz in your pocket “I still need help with calculus. Are you free Friday at 3?” You smiled at your phone before typing back “sure :)”

[jkstompers]

passing notes | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: a year of crushing and jungkook’s finally asked you out on a proper date. 

genre: classmates to lovers??!, established friendship, they go on a date <3, jk is so stressed out, !fancy restaurant warning!, jk is A GENTLEMAN!! but wbk, oc is a nerd but is BOLD AF!!

warnings: mature!! (18+!!), SMUT,...they make out, LOTS of built up tension is let out tonite!, fingering, praise kink, handjob, backseat action, semi-public sex?? very strong language, jk overuses the nickname ‘baby’

word count: 9k

author’s note: pt. 3 of seatmate!jk. WE’VE GOT SOME FILTH TODAY PPL!!!!!!! this is my first time releasing a piece of writing that has smut in it so pls!! let me know what u think!!! i’m open to criticism but i cry easily so… pls pls be nice (Ｔ▽Ｔ) LMAO!! i also completely made up the program for ocean scientists that oc talks about LMAO i just needed her to ramble for a bit hahahah

additional note: also pls imagine jungkook looking like this in class and then wearing this for their date. also if ur curious, this is what i imagined oc’s dress to look like :)

okay enjoy!! thank u ( ˘ ³˘)

it was the end of the semester and of course, the only time jungkook would be running late to class was when he was finally going to ask you out on a date. so far, everything seems to be going against the idea. his alarm didn’t go off on time, the shower took way too long to warm up, and his car was low on gas. now he’s speed walking, almost running, to lecture to make sure that his seat next to you isn’t taken. 

he wants to make sure this goes perfectly. he spent the past two weeks stressing over the plans. asking for recommendations for nice restaurants in the city in almost every group chat he was in. his friend (the one with parents as ceo’s, eunwoo), helped him and got him a reservation at this one five star restaurant that jungkook’s never been to. eunwoo told him that it was the prettiest place he’s ever been to, said it would be perfect for a first date. 

jungkook specifically remembers you telling him that you’ve never gone on an actual dinner date. ice cream dates, movie theater dates, and amusement park dates were what you were used to. there was nothing wrong with that, it’s just that you’ve never experienced a candlelit dinner at a restaurant, that’s it. jungkook just wanted to be the first one to experience it with you. 

so when his morning starts off this shitty, he wonders if his plans are falling apart. he tries to keep a good, positive mindset, but he’s already so nervous and the universe seems to be telling him: don’t do it, she’ll reject you, you’re gonna look stupid in front of her. 

meanwhile, you’re early this lecture. it was the last class of the semester and you were hoping that you could get a nice conversation with jungkook in before it started. the two of you have gotten a lot closer since you last hung out. the chain of events starting with you apologizing for being so embarrassing, 

[12:44 pm] you: jungkook!!! oh my god i am so sorry for last night 😭

[12:45 pm] you: i don’t take alcohol very well 😖

[12:50 pm] jungkook: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[12:50 pm] jungkook: no need to apologize! are u feeling sick? hungover? 

[12:52 pm] you: omg no not really

[12:52 pm] you: ur a great drinking buddy, i owe u one 🥺

[12:53 pm] jungkook: it’s alright cutie

[12:54 pm] jungkook: just happy ur feeling okay :) 

[12:56 pm] you: let me make it up to u 😭 i’ll buy us lunch one of these days? 

[12:57 pm] jungkook: ah no can do cutie 

[12:57 pm] jungkook: have to buy u dinner first 

the thought of the conversation makes you smile. that one conversation starting the domino effect of the two of you talking almost everyday for the past two weeks. you couldn’t help but expect jungkook to at least be here, but if he didn’t wanna come, then he didn’t have to. 

you sat in your seat, patiently waiting for the one next to you to be filled by him. the hall was starting to fill now and class was about to start. you look around one last time to see that jungkook is still nowhere to be seen, and that a familiar brown-haired guy was beginning to walk up to you. 

“hello, ___! is this seat taken?” taehyung smiles brightly, you look down at the seat next to you. your bag saving the spot for jungkook. maybe he skipped this lecture, since it was practically for nothing anyway, you’ve already taken the final and there was no other material to learn, it was more so to wrap things up and see if anyone still needed to understand something. 

your brain comes to a conclusion. you remove your bag and say, “no, go ahead,” to taehyung with a small smile on your face, one that hides the disappointment riddling your mind. 

it’s about five minutes after the professor starts talking when jungkook finally walks in. he looks up to try and find you as he walks up the steps of the auditorium. his eyes land on you and taehyung, chatting amongst yourselves. he can’t help but feel a slight twinge of jealousy, that’s his seat. even though there were no assigned seats, the place next to you was always his, that’s just how it was, and seeing someone else sitting there, especially taehyung, makes jungkook’s green monster pop out. 

you feel a presence step behind you while you were talking to taehyung, and before you know it, jungkook is sitting in the seat next to taehyung. “oh! good morning, jungkook!” you’re smiling to him. he doesn’t grant you one of his regular vocal responses, rather he gives you a tight-lipped grin before he leans back into his chair and focuses on whatever the professor was saying. 

maybe he was jealous. witnessing you and taehyung having a wonderful conversation, one that makes you smile and laugh like he does. you didn’t even notice him when he came up the stairs, only greeting him when he sat down. no, he was definitely jealous. 

you’re stealing glances his way, pretending to be interested in whatever taehyung is talking about. he’s wearing the most boyfriend-est outfit in the world. a white long sleeve with grey sweatpants, his long hair tied up in a ponytail. you’re unconsciously biting your lip as you stare at him, he’s just so cool. he’s not even doing much other than looking straight forward. but this angle lets you see his sharp jawline and his side profile perfectly. 

you felt bad, one hundred percent. you should have told taehyung that the seat was taken, because now he was talking your ear off and you didn’t mind it, but you wanted someone else to be talking your ear off and it was the guy sitting next to him. 

when taehyung changes his focus to your professor talking about a summer he had in paris. you steal another glance at jungkook. you catch him staring at you, your eyes meet. he doesn’t keep the connection, cutting it off by moving his head and looking straight ahead. his jaw clenches, arms coming over and across his chest. he seems angry, you pick up on the energy now. an idea pops in your head to try and make him feel better. reaching into your bag to find one of your index cards, writing a message on it. 

feeling okay? 

you scoot your chair back a bit, pretending to stretch as you tap jungkook’s shoulder. he turns his head to you, eyebrows raised. you hand him the paper. he stares at first, eyes flickering between you and the paper. reluctantly, he takes it, unfolding his crossed arms to receive the note. you scoot back into your seat and lean into the table, lowering your chin onto the desk. 

jungkook tries to hide his smile as he reads your little note. how could he ever stay mad at you? it wasn’t your fault he was late. so he replies, his black ink has a stark contrast against your green highlighter. he can already feel his bad mood brightening. 

yeah, didn’t save me a seat? :( 

this time he folds the note, handing it to taehyung and telling him to pass it to you. “really? you’re passing notes? we’re in college, jeon.” taehyung snickers as he slides the paper towards you. 

you let a small laugh, reading the note. taehyung’s scolding continues as you write your response on the index card. you changed your green highlighter out with a blue pen. 

i came super early :( waited 20 mins for u </3 but i didn’t think u were coming so i let taehyung sit here 

you send it back and watch jungkook’s somewhat straight face contort into a smile. there it is, the smile that you know and love. 

jungkook on the other hand could cry. you came early. you waited for him. god, had he royally fucked this up. he makes his mind up now. 

i’m sorry :( let me make it up to u? can i take you out on a date tonight? 

check: ◯  yes ◯ no 

jungkook keeps the paper for a good minute, reading the note over and over again, thinking about how childish this way of asking is. but at the same time, jungkook knows that if he talks to you about it after class, he’ll gloss over the words and never ask you. letting the reservation and plans he made weeks ago render themselves useless. it was now or never. 

so he fully sends it, tapping your shoulder and giving it to you directly. you open the note and scan the words, sending him the sweetest look he’s ever received in his life. he thinks that would be a yes. he hopes. you write something onto the card and pass it back to him, your hand grazing his for a second. 

⚫ yes :) ♡ ◯ no 

the rest of the class passes pretty quickly. not that you were paying any attention. jungkook had emailed you a link to a game that the two of you could play, a weird version of snakes. jungkook kept cheating, you swore it, but in all honesty, you knew you couldn’t compete when it came to jungkook and his computer games. a clap from the professor breaks your attention from your screen, “alright, that was the last class of anatomy 101!” he then goes on a two minute long speech thanking the entire class for their great work this past year. he ends his ment with, “good luck and make good decisions! have a fun summer!” 

you take your time packing your things, a little too long for someone that just has a laptop to put into their bag. taehyung says goodbye to the both of you and leaves first, the seat in between you both empty. now it was just the two of you. a small blush creeps onto your cheeks. you were well past your high school crush phase, but jungkook makes you feel so shy again. 

you try to hide it by speaking first, “so, a date?” 

he sends you that award winning smile that makes you swoon. “yeah, did you change your mind?” 

you shake your head. “is it casual? fancy? want me to wear a dress again?” you tease, finally pushing your computer into your bag and standing. 

jungkook gulps. you looked so pretty that night in a dress. “fancy,” he answers, “you can wear a dress if you want, pantsuits are cool too— whatever you want.” he finishes packing as well, standing next to you as you both begin to walk down the stairs. 

“okay then,” you smile. “what time should i be ready?” 

“i’ll come and pick you up at seven, is that okay?” he replies, hand in his pockets. you both make your way out of the room and start to move towards the parking lot. 

“sounds good,” you nod, approaching your car. jungkook walks you to your door, his eyes focused on your sweet smile and your eyes. if jungkook didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were leaning closer towards him. a small laugh leaves your throat. “see you later, kookie.” 

he sends you a smile, the nickname tugging at his heartstrings. the realization hits him after you’ve already driven away and he’s sitting in the driver seat of his car. an embarrassing blush covers his face, he takes a deep breath and laughs to himself. finally. a year of crushing and he’s finally asked you on a proper date. 

jungkook is quite frankly, freaking the fuck out. he isn’t sure what to wear and his hair isn’t working with him. the long strands seemingly out to make his life a living hell when he tries to style it. one strand always looks out of place, or the way that it parts doesn’t sit right. he’s pacing his bathroom, debating if he should just shower again and take all the stupid fucking product out of his hair. 

he gives in after ten minutes of deliberation. a quick shower removing all the wax and gel from his hair. the ends of his hair dripping when he goes to check his phone, the time reading: 6:45. he was gonna be late to pick you up. now he’s full on panicking. he has no other choice then to skip the hair product all together and just let his hair dry and part on it’s own. he slides on his all black fancy outfit he had planned out just in case the first one didn’t work out. he steps out of his apartment after grabbing his car keys, wallet, and the flowers he bought earlier in the day for you. 

a friend of his works in a flower shop. jungkook remembers you saying  that you like all flowers and that you couldn’t choose if you had to. so his friend asked what you were like, trying to figure out a way to style the bouquet without knowing your favorites. jungkook said the general things; you’re sweet like an apple, probably sweeter, like candy. you’re so pretty, it’s blessing that he’s able to lay his eyes upon you. you’re smart, too smart for him to flirt stupidly like he always does, ‘cause you outsmart him and flirt with him back in a wittier way. you’re— that was enough information, his friend told him he was babbling again. jungkook only had to wait ten minutes for his friend to finish fixing up a beautiful bouquet for you. 

the bouquet is placed on the passenger seat as he starts his car, texting you when he realizes it’s almost five minutes until 7. 

[6:54 pm] jungkook: fuck 

[6:54 pm] jungkook: i’m gonna be a little late

[6:55 pm] jungkook: i swear i’m not standing u up

[6:55 pm] jungkook: ok i’m putting my phone down to drive to u now, sorry cutie!! 

[6:57 pm] you: ah okay! 

[6:57 pm] you: i was getting a little worried haha

[6:58 pm] you: see u in a bit <3

jungkook drives safely, but efficiently to your apartment. the drive only taking about five minutes because the stop lights were gracing him with green lights his entire way to you. he parks right in front, grabbing the flowers and hopping out of the car. when he knocks on your door, he starts to feel his nerves work against him. the adrenaline from rushing here gave him enough energy to hype himself up, but now as he’s standing here at your door, waiting for you to answer, his throat starts to dry and his hands start to sweat. 

the metal door slides open, revealing you. in your silk dress, draping over your body in the most flattering way. the neckline deliciously hangs down to reveal your cleavage ever so slightly and the slit on the dress, displaying your thigh teasingly. jungkook is speechless at his first glance at you. his eyebrows raise and his mouth drops open, catching himself drooling once you step out from your apartment. 

“h— hi, you look— wow,” he stumbles over his words, taking a step back to admire you once again. “you’re fucking stunning.”  

you brush your hair back behind your ear, your hand covering the blush covering your cheeks. “thank you, you look very handsome, jungkook.” you reach out and play with his black tie. he looks down when you do, remembering that he was holding a bouquet of flowers for you. 

he holds them out, “these are for you.” like a kid giving his crush a dandelion he picked from the grass. 

“these are gorgeous, jungkook! thank you.” you look up to him with your signature sweet eyes, the ones that never fail to make him melt. “just give me one sec, i’ll put these down and then we can go?” you ask, holding onto the bouquet and waiting for him to respond. a quick nod is all you need to open your door and place them in the fridge. you come out a few seconds later, locking your door and standing by jungkook again. 

“that was fast,” he comments. he holds his arm out for you to hold, which you gratefully take. 

“i just put them in the fridge, my grandma showed me the trick, it helps them live a little longer,” you explain. the two of you walking out to his parked car. he never lets your hand touch the handle, always opening the door for you. 

“when they die, i’ll just buy you new ones.” closing the door for you and making his way to the drivers seat. 

you scrunch your nose. when he comes back and joins you in the car, you voice your worry. “it’s kind of a waste, don’t you think?” 

he shakes his head, “if it’s for you, nothing’s a waste.” 

jungkook was a professional with his words. always rendering you speechless. 

with that he starts the car and begins driving into the busier part of seoul. he makes his way into the restaurants parking garage, the building looks to be about five stories. the architecture itself looks expensive, you wonder where jungkook is taking you tonight. he parks the car, turning off the engine, and moving to open the door for you. he takes your hand and you hold onto your dress, fixing it once you get out of the car. god, you’re so pretty. he was so nervous. 

“ready, my lady?” he smiles, his arm out for you to hold. 

it makes you laugh, a snort almost. “i’ve never seen you so proper, mr. jeon.” 

“only for you,” he winks. your heels click against the concrete floor as he leads the two of you into the building. the high ceilings and multiple chandeliers are what greet you first, the brightness of the place giving the sun something to rival. jungkook brings you over to the waiting area, telling you to wait for a minute as he checks you guys in. 

this was crazy to say the least. the last time you went on a date, it was to the movie theaters. you’ve never been in a place like this; a doorman greeting every guest as they walk in, checking in to eat, multi-story, etc. the more you look around, the cooler it is. “let’s go?” jungkook’s voice makes you turn your head. you stand, taking his hand. 

the two of you follow a man wearing a black and white suit, with a long tail jacket. he brings you to the elevators, holding the doors open for you both. you step in and he presses the fifth button, which was the top floor. you squeeze jungkook’s hand. he repeats the action, looking to you and silently asking if you were okay with the look in his eyes and the raise of his eyebrows. you nod, a smile on your face. 

with that the elevator doors open, the metal doors sliding apart to reveal a private terrace. only a couple tables on the entire floor. a few people sitting down and enjoying their dinners. beautiful greenery surrounding the perimeter, the night sky only making it prettier. your mouth is left agape, you’re stuck in the elevator, speechless. jungkook gently tugs you forward, following the suit man to the table. 

jungkook pulls your chair out for you. you could cry at the chivalry. you sit and he pushes the chair in, jungkook follows soon, sitting in the chair across from you. the man hands the two of you the menu and moves away from the table, standing back near to the elevator, waiting until you are both ready to order. 

“this is fucking crazy,” you whisper-shout. the terrace was lit by these bright fairy lights that were hidden in the plants and were above the tables as well. it looked like little fairies and fire flies were in the air, roaming around. 

“i know right!” jungkook looked as surprised as you were. “i asked my friends for some help and holy shit!” 

“they know you’re on a date with me right now?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. 

to this he furrows his eyebrows, “of course they do, i talk about you all the time—”but he stops himself from exposing himself any further. you can’t help but giggle. “i mean, i asked them to help me make this special, and here we are.” 

you swoon. he’s so sweet for planning all of this out and wanting to make you feel special. the two of you look through the menu, jungkook warns you not to look at the prices, telling you to get whatever you want because the price doesn’t matter. but of course, your eyes stray to the numbers, the meals costing a pretty penny for a simple spaghetti plate, the cheapest thing on there. you were craving pasta anyway, you didn’t mind. the two of you order and wait for the food to arrive. 

the city of seoul was just below you, not too high but high enough to turn people into smaller figures of themselves. the night lights look gorgeous from up here. the warm summer night only complimenting the gorgeous atmosphere. 

“the view is so pretty,” you gaze out into the city. the pretty colors from all the lights of the different stores and restaurants complementing each other so beautifully. 

jungkook was in awe, he knows that the city below you is gorgeous, but he can’t seem to get his eyes off of you. your chin resting in the palm of your hand as your eyes search through the streets. “yeah…” he agrees, “very beautiful.” he smiles, only looking at you. 

the food comes and you both dig in. the two of you enjoy some conversation with each other as you eat. the topic of growing up comes up, both of you explaining the occupations you wanted, and you said something that sparked curiosity in jungkook. “your childhood dream was to live in california?” he smiles, chewing on his steak. most of the time kids dream about going to the moon or finding atlantis, but you wanted to go to america? 

you nod, “sounds funny right? when i was a teen, i watched a lot of 90210.” 

“is that all though? you only wanted to go because of a tv show?” he asks. there’s something you’re hiding, and jungkook can see it in the way that you hide your smile. 

at first, you hesitate, but you open your mouth to speak, “well— there is— no, it’s embarrassing.” you shake your head, changing your mind and reverting your eyes down. staring at the plate of pasta in front of you. guys you talked to didn’t wanna hear about it, they thought what you were into was boring, embarrassing almost. a part of you feared that jungkook would feel the same. 

you feel his hand on your chin, tilting your head up. “i wanna hear about it.” his face telling you the truth, the sincerity in his eyes as he patiently waits for you to explain. 

“there’s this science program in california, they explore new ideas for researching the ocean, like trying to see what lurks in the deep blue, helping fix the rising oceans, everything-- oh my god, and they like go on field trips to different countries to see the coastlines and historical sites—” you cut yourself off when you realize that you’re talking at the speed of light. “i’m rambling.” you were terrified to see his reaction. 

but when your eyes finally meet jungkook’s, they’re full of light. and his smile is so big. “dude, that’s so dope!” he grins, “i didn’t know you were so into the ocean!” 

it was the bare minimum, being nice, but that was hard to find when it came to the majority of the male species. obviously, jungkook is above average, he only proves that the more time you spend with him. 

“oh, i love it! my parents would bring me to the beach and i would cry every time we would have to leave, aquariums too, and the fish section in the pet stores.” you gush, leaning into the table to tell jungkook more. he leans into his hand, resting his cheek against his fist as he listens to you spill your knowledge and love. 

he notes that the next date should be at the beach or an aquarium. it was a great time for him to learn this, especially since it was summer. the weather in favor of the cold ocean waves. jungkook swears he can listen to you talk until the end of time. your sweet voice can be the narration to his life, he’d never get sick of it. 

the food on both of your plates had been cleared, the conversation sizzling into a comfortable silence before the man came back to give you the bill. jungkook doesn’t let you see it, instead just sticking his card in the black folder thing, and giving it back to the fancy suit man. it wasn’t long before he came back, handing jungkook back his card and giving the both of you a lollipop with gold flakes encased inside. 

you gasp at the piece of candy, now that was ridiculous. you weren’t one to reject a lollipop though, gratefully taking the candy and popping it into your mouth. jungkook does the same. it tastes of blueberry. at this point he stands up, moving in front of you and holding his hand out to you. “let’s look around? i heard they have a cool museum on the second floor.” 

you take his hand, “i love museums!” the two of you make your way to the elevator, the man (he never told you his name) kept the door open for you both. he presses the second floor button when jungkook asks him for the museum. the elevator landing on the second floor, the doors slide open to show a completely empty art hall. this place shocking you every chance it gets. you didn’t think it could get better, but it did. 

when the two of you exit the elevator, the man leaves you to it, taking the elevator down and leaving you alone. your eyes scan the place, huge paintings on the walls, small paintings in collages, some sculptures on the floor, it felt like a pop-up museum. you both make your way down the enormous hallway, both sides of the room’s wall displaying works of art. you stop at one specific painting, the familiar work has you spewing random facts. “these are the lovers! i had to analyze this once,” you speak. the art displaying a couple kissing, both of their heads covered by a white sheet. “the real one is in australia, i think.” you laugh, tapping the lollipop against your lips. 

jungkook listens intently, but he doesn’t pay attention to the painting on the wall. everytime he does, his eyes always revert to you. the art doesn’t stand a chance against you in his book. you, yourself, were a piece of art, one that was rare in this world, one of a kind. 

he can’t seem to resist. taking your hand and raising it over your head, the way that they do in ballroom dancing. if a twirl was what he wanted, then so he got it. “beautiful,” he compliments, pulling you in close for a hug. the two of you swaying in the middle of the hall of this stupidly expensive restaurant. 

you look up to him, making full eye contact as the two of you lean on one foot to the other. probably looking like a lovesick couple, getting lost in the moment. which, you were. your eyes flicker from his eyes down to his lips, he seems to do the same thing. his hand moves to caress your face, the swaying ceased. now the two of you are centimeters apart, noses brushing against each other. if jungkook doesn’t kiss you now, he thinks he’ll combust. so when he feels you pushing forward, he does the same, meeting you in the middle. your lips connect. the kiss almost identical to the painting in front of you. 

jungkook swears he felt himself levitating. your lips are sweet, the blueberry flavor of the lollipop lingering on them. he’s had his fair share of kisses in his life. makeouts, pecks, cheek kisses, all types of kisses. but something about this one tells him that he’s in for it. he’ll never be able to get enough now that he’s gotten a taste. 

neither of you want to take it too far; swallowing each other's faces in a distinguished, five star restaurant’s museum didn’t seem very proper. so the two of you make your way out of the building, thanking everyone at the front desk, especially the man that helped you out today, and walking into the parking garage where jungkook’s car was. 

when you get to his car, he moves to open the passenger door for you but you stop him with a hand on his arm. you reach to open the back door handle and his eyes almost bulge out. everyone knows what happens in the backseat, and jungkook did not prepare himself for something like this. 

you look up at him with the most innocent eyes, but there’s something devious hidden in your smile when you ask, “do you wanna talk for a bit longer? in the backseat? it’s more comfortable than sitting in the front.” 

jungkook never took you for someone this bold. it’s either you didn’t know the meaning of the backseat (which was totally fine) or you knew very well, and had plans to devour jungkook (which was also totally fine).

he chickens out, his hands starting to sweat. “do you want to just go for a little walk or something?” it’s not like jungkook didn’t want anything to happen, it’s that he did. if he starts, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover from it. he walks a tightrope around you when it comes to his self control. one wrong move, and he’s terrified that he’ll fuck everything up. 

“oh, it’s just my feet kinda hurt from these heels.” you pout, lifting you foot up to show him the almost stiletto heel. 

his eyes widen. why didn’t he think of that? “oh— oh shit, i didn’t even— yeah, let’s sit.” he tugs on the door, letting you slide into the back seat. he follows, leaving a good amount of space between you both to make sure that there was nothing too suspicious going on. you hope your bold moves hide your nervousness, despite your confidence, jungkook’s unsure looks make you want to curl up into a ball. did he not want this? 

the air was different now. in the restaurant the two of you had been so carefree, slow dancing in the museum, and landing a sweet kiss on each other’s lips. but now, an uncomfortable silence tears at the two of you. your hesitance makes you speak, trying to see if a conversation would ease the tension in the air. “i had a lot of fun tonight, kookie, thank you.” 

it seems to comfort jungkook, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. with a small smile on his face he replies, “me too, i was really nervous you wouldn’t like the food.” 

“oh it was good! i’ll eat anything really, it’s just—“

“you didn’t like the place? was it too much—“

“no, jungkook, oh my god— i loved it, it was just really expensive, i still feel really bad about you paying for all of it,” you look to him seriously. “let me give you at least my half?” 

he shakes his head, “i asked you out on this date, it means i pay, don’t worry about the price.” 

you roll your eyes playfully, “big spender huh?”

a pretty laugh escapes his lips. “hard worker too.” 

to this you smile, you stare at his impossibly-perfect face, noticing a stray eyelash on his cheek. you see a chance to strike and you take it immediately. you lean forward to swipe it off. jungkook almost leans into your touch. he’s so terrified that he’ll embarrass himself right now, so he’s been holding back tremendously. but the way you pick the eyelash off and place it on your thumb with a smile on your face, it eases most of the tension in his chest. 

“make a wish!” you hold your thumb up to his lips. his eyes cross to look at the piece of hair on your finger, but nevertheless he obliged. shutting his eyes tight, making a wish, and blowing the eyelash off of your thumb. 

you let out a small cheer before you ask him, “what’d you wish for?” 

“if i told you then my wish wouldn’t come true, right?” he boops your nose. suddenly, jungkook doesn’t feel so nervous. his nerves calming at the feeling of your soft hands against his face. you make him so nervous, but at the same time you make him so comfortable and make him want to be himself. it seems as though the two of you were staring at each other for a while. jungkook was thinking about how much he likes you, the same ideas run through your mind. the thoughts make you wish for something more. 

“can i kiss you again, kookie?” 

he stares at you, weighing his options. if he kisses you now, then he has to strategically only give you a few kisses, he absolutely cannot make out with you, or else, jungkook will succumb to his desires.

but he takes a little too long to respond. the both of you overthinking the fuck out of the situation. it makes you draw back. “it’s okay if you don’t want—“ 

“no, no, please, kiss me,” he brings you back, moving closer to you. licking his lips in anticipation as you slowly push forward, closing the gap between you both. the kiss is so sweet, like the one in the museum. jungkook can still taste the blueberry lingering on your lips. he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of kissing you. 

you pull away first. your eyes scanning his face to see any expression of regret. there’s none. his hand moves to the side of your face, caressing your face and bringing you to him once again to meet your lips. he can’t get enough. “tell me what you wished for, please,” you speak against his lips. 

he smiles into the kiss. he wasn’t going to tell you, but since you were asking so nicely, he gives you a kiss on the cheek when he answers, “i wished for a second date.” 

“oh, didn’t you know?” you kiss both of his cheeks before speaking again, “i grant wishes,” with wink.

“fuck, you’re so cute,” he thinks out loud, it makes you blush. pink cheeks out for show and jungkook thinks you look even cuter. he dives in for one more kiss, telling himself this will be the last one, but when you make sweet noises against his lips, it has him wanting more. hands moving down to your waist, pulling you in and letting you climb onto his lap. he pulls away first, trying to get a hold of himself. “i uh— actually, didn’t plan for this to happen,“ he mumbles against your skin, tripping over his words. 

you look down, arms wrapped around his neck. “hm? what did you plan?” 

“we were supposed to kiss on the next date i take you on and i didn’t think— we’re just ahead of schedule, that’s all.” jungkook tries to explain that he didn’t want to rush it, god no. he wanted to take his time, make sure that you didn’t feel pressured to do anything. but now, it seems like you’re taking the wheel and jungkook doesn’t mind it one bit.

“oh so you had like a real plan? like times and everything?” the thought of it makes you laugh, and the way that jungkook flushes makes you want to pinch his cheeks. 

he pouts when you giggle, “don’t laugh, i just really, really wanted to do it right, you’re just so amazing and i didn’t wanna fuck it up.”

you smile at his concern. the fact that you have the uni heartthrob planning dates in his head down to the details and wanting to be sure he does it right makes your head spin. you hope jungkook doesn’t notice the way that your heart is beating three times the normal rate when you go to kiss him again. the only sounds in the car are labored breaths and your lips smacking together. it doesn’t take long before you’re grinding into him. his growing bulge rubbing against your soaking core. a groan leaving him when you grind particularly harder, his hands moving to your ass to grip it. you melt in his arms, small whimpers leaving your throat as jungkook drinks them up

you pull away from his lips, giving his cheeks attention then leaving a trail of kisses as you make your way to his ear. one final kiss is planted below his earlobe before you whisper, “am i ruining your plans, kookie?” 

jungkook tries his best to conceal his groan, tries his best to ignore his incredibly hard dick in his jeans, but you’re so pretty and you’re on top of him, kissing him. it feels like a dream to jungkook. it is quite literally a dream come true. 

he was already playing with fire, your body a flame in the cold, he moves closer and closer until he burns. “fuck plans,” he breathes. a hand comes back to caress your face once again. filthy thoughts flooding his brain. he wonders what being in between your legs is like, what you sound like when you cum. he wants to make you cry and beg for his cock. but he holds himself back, knowing that you’ll have time to try everything out, if you wanted of course. he leans the both of you forward, his large hands splayed on your back to secure you on his lap. your lips find each other once more. “can i touch you?” he asks so sweetly, a hidden poison weaving through that you can slightly hear through the deep rumble of his voice. 

you’ve never wanted anything more. “please,” you nod. your lips chasing his when he pulls further away. 

jungkook smiles at the action. “lay on my lap, baby.” he instructs, tapping your thigh. the nickname rolling off his tongue, his voice seemingly dropping an entire octave. you raise your leg and move it over to sit on his lap, sideways. your back against the car door and his right hand rubbing your thighs ever so gently. 

“like this?” you ask, looking to him for reassurance. he looks to you with eyes that you’ve never seen, lusted and dark. 

“mhm, perfect,” he nods. “good girl.” the praise goes straight to your belly, your panties flooding from how much you want him. his hands move slowly down your inner thighs as he goes in to kiss you again. 

you’re absentmindedly spreading your legs, making room for him. he smirks against your lips when he realizes. he knows what you want, so his fingers move to your panties, lightly putting pressure over your clothed bud. you whimper at the feeling, biting his lip in the process. he moans in response, putting a little more pressure against your bundle of nerves. 

“jungkook,” you whine, pulling away from his lips, “please.” 

“please what, baby?” he kisses your cheek, “tell me what you want.”  

“please touch me, please.” you beg, making eye contact with him. jungkook’s dick twitches at the sound of your begging. he wanted to string you along a little longer, but you’re being so good. 

“since you asked so nicely, baby,” he obliges. bunching your dress up around your waist and noticing the pretty black lace underwear you were wearing, “for me?” he asks. you nod, your teeth taking in your bottom lip. he groans at the thought, you getting ready and picking out these cute, risque panties out just for him. it’s just too bad they’re gonna be on the floor on his car. he’s gonna need to ask for a rain check on admiring you and your cute underwear later.  

you lift your hips to help him, underwear coming off to reveal your soaking pussy. “oh, fuck,” jungkook murmurs at the sight of it. “you’re so wet baby.” he almost starts drooling, he can’t wait to taste you, but he’s still hesitant, only wanting to do what you want to. next time, he can eat you out. right now, he’ll admire the delicious sight and make you cum on his fingers. 

your eyes travel to the window directly in front of you, suddenly feeling insecure. thighs closing, thinking about how someone could look in and see. “what about the windows—“ 

“they’re tinted, no one can see from the outside in, i promise.” he reassures, giving you another sweet kiss on the cheek before asking, “do you still want to do this? we can stop now.” he’s so lovely, his concern and change in demeanor only making you want it more, knowing that he wouldn’t want to push you to do something you were uncomfortable with. sweet was sexy on jungkook. you never thought there would be a day that jeon jungkook fingers you in a parking lot of a five star restaurant, but here you are. and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

so you shake your head, taking his hand, and placing it back in between your legs. “please.” 

“anything for you.” he whispers in your ear before running his middle finger up your slit, collecting your wetness, and spreading it around your clit. he continues making tight circles on your clit, the sensation drives you crazy. you lean your head back against the window, moaning out. it was almost humiliating how reactive you were, you hadn’t indulged in this kind of intimacy in a while, almost a year to be specific. 

it wasn’t helping that jungkook was a fucking pro. the right amount of pressure and the placement of his digits against you has you dripping onto his nice, dress pants. you hoped nobody else was in the parking garage, else they would hear your cries of jungkook’s name. “more, kookie, more— fuck.” 

“more baby?” he questions, the sound of your moans going straight to his already hard dick. he thinks he could cum just to the sound of your voice. he’s one hundred percent fucked when it comes to you. he dips his middle finger into your hole, you gasp in reaction. “like that? hmm? ” 

jungkook knew was he was doing, he had you spread wide in the backseat of his car, already on the verge on an orgasm. he had a few years of experience on his belt, a ‘retired fuck boy’ he was, but he’s never wanted to please somebody more than he does right now with you. you just looked so pretty like this, so eager and begging for more. 

he adds his ring finger now, his thumb against your clit. “oh, god—“ you mutter, the feeling of his fingers and his thumb on your clit is too good. his fingers fucking you better than anyone else’s dick ever has. you found yourself bucking your hips against his fingers. “kookie, kiss me, please,” you look up to him with the eyes he can never fucking deny. so he kisses you, drinking up your moans as you fuck yourself up onto his fingers. 

“i didn’t know you were such a dirty girl,” he murmurs against your lips. your walls clenching around him, “letting me touch you like this in the backseat of my car?” his usual sweet demeanor now contorting into this cocky guy with an ego. it makes you even wetter. the squelch of your pussy every time his fingers push in is loud, the sound is music to jungkook’s ears. 

“only— only for you, jungkook,” you whimper.  you feel a familiar knot in your stomach tighten. he looked so hot like this. eager to please. his bottom lip caught in his teeth and a strand of his long hair dangling in front of his eyes. 

“good girl, all mine,” he kisses your neck. it may seem just like something you say during sex, but jungkook wanted it to be true. wanted you and only you. all to himself. he makes his way to a sweet spot, the feeling makes you tilt your head, giving him more access to kiss and suck along the sensitive skin. the discomfort of your back against the hard door was the last of your worries. your orgasm creeping closer and closer, juices leaking all overs his fingers. “so wet baby,” he growls, “i know i could just slide in, fuck you so good.” 

“p-please, i want it.” the thought of jungkook fucking you senseless, oh, you’d go crazy. begging wasn’t something you did when it came to sex, most of the time it was quiet, moans and breaths were the only things that you’d hear, no dirty words or praises. it was a good change, you never thought that you’d be so into being talked through it. 

he smiles at your eagerness, “patience baby, gotta take you on another date, yeah?” kissing your pursed lips. always so sweet and lovely. 

you feel his fingers push a little deeper, curling to find that sweet spot inside of you. your reaction does something to him, makes him hit the exact same spot, over and over again, in a slow, torturous beat just so he can draw those delicious gasps and moans out of you. jungkook feels close. he’s never felt like this before, so wound up. he ignores it, pushing it to the back of his head to focus on helping you reach your climax. 

lucky for jungkook, he didn’t have to wait very long. his fingers were longer and a thicker than yours, his efforts making you get there faster than you ever could. the consistent deep strokes of his fingers make the warning signals go off in your head. you speak a verbal warning before, “fuck, i’m gonna cum,” your voice pitches a little higher than usual. 

“gonna cum all over my fingers, baby?” he gives you one last sloppy kiss before you’re moaning out and coming onto his fingers, eyes screwed shut as your walls convulse rapidly as his fingers fuck you through your orgasm. “fuck, you’re so hot, ___.” 

you feel a smile break on your face. “you’re not so bad yourself,” you wink, still trying to catch your breath. a laugh slips from his mouth, small smirk on his mouth to match. he slips his fingers out, your body twitching at the over stimulation. 

 “i’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes. inspecting his fingers, your pale almost-white cum coating the digits. he brings them to his mouth, sucking on your sweet sap. you’ve never seen anything hotter in your life. “sweet, just like you,” he smirks. you shrink in his stare, hiding your blush. like you totally didn’t just cum on his fingers. 

you’re distracted by the feeling of something hard resting under your thigh, it’s then that you realize, “what about—“ you start but jungkook cuts you off quick. 

“no, no, it’s okay, it’ll go away soon.” he shakes his head, but you furrow your eyebrows. 

you pull on his black tie, making him lean forward and make eye contact with you “can i?” you ask, so sweetly. 

he stares at you with the most sexed eyes you’ve ever witnessed. “you’re driving me crazy.” 

“you’re always so sweet to me, jungkook,” you kiss his cheek. readjusting yourself in his lap, straddling him once more. “took me on this amazing dinner, always treating me like a princess.” your lips travel down from his cheeks to his jawline, then to his neck. he shudders at the feeling of your lips against his sensitive skin. your hands move from around his neck to travel further down, to the latch of his belt. his breath hitches. “let me return the favor, kookie.”

“i—“ he laughs, the embarrassment evident in the pink tint on his face. “i won’t last very long.” 

you didn’t mind, just assuring him with a sweet kiss on the cheek before you start removing his belt. jungkook leans his head back on the headrest, his neck exposed for you to kiss and suck. you unbutton and unzip, pulling his pants and his boxers down at the same time. his size makes your eyes bulge. he was huge. your mouth waters at the sight. 

“you’re so big, kook.” you egg him on, fueling his ego because he just looked so hot. your hand moves to hold him at the base, he lets out a shaky breath when your soft skin meets his. jungkook’s head is in the clouds, he could cum right now if he let go, but he’s holds himself back, not wanting to look like a fool in front of you. your hand moves up his dick, your thumb collecting the precum dripping from his hole, your thumb running over his slit as he groans. 

his hips buck up, “shit, baby.” he just sounds so good. you could just lick him up. you collect some saliva in your mouth, letting it drip from your mouth onto his dick to lube your hand. he groans at the sight, “you’re so filthy, baby, holy shit.” 

you smirk at the admission, the spit making it so easy for your hand to glide against his cock. the feeling makes him throw his head back again. his chest rising and falling.  the picture of him with his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his mouth agape makes your lower belly light up once more, you clench around nothing. leaning in as you pump his cock to whisper in his ear, “wanna fuck me so bad? have me crying on your cock? you want that, don’t you, kookie?” 

jungkook twitches at your words. that’s exactly what he wants. was he that easy to read? was that what you wanted too? the thought of it makes him want to explode, “oh— god, ffuck— fuck,” he sputters. his hand coming up to hover above his head, your hand still pumping as the spurts of his cum shoot out. you smile at the action, knowing he didn’t wanna fuck up your dress. instead just making a mess of him and his hand. he takes deep breaths before speaking, “there’s a little box of tissues in the center console, could you hand it to me, baby?” 

you lean back, opening the console and reaching for the small box that sits in the center. before you give it to him, your eyes flicker to the sticky mess all over jungkook’s hand and groin. a sudden urge to lick takes you over, holding jungkook’s hand and bringing it up to your mouth. you lick the dripping cum from the palm of his hand as he watches, maintaining eye contact the entire time. 

jungkook shivers, a smile creeping on his face, “you— you’re evil.” the remark makes you laugh. 

“sorry, just wanted to help clean up.” you smile, swallowing the cum you collected on your tongue. 

“yeah, yeah, you’re not the sweet girl i thought you were,” jungkook quirks a brow. 

you roll your eyes playfully, “you don’t like it?” 

“nope, i love it, you’re perfect.” jungkook wipes off the remaining mess from his lap and his hand. you help him clean up tissues and he picks up your panties that were discarded on the floor. the two of you fix yourselves before stepping out of the back seat, jungkook opens the passenger door for you before he goes to a trashcan and throws away the soiled tissues. 

he joins you back in the car, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. you were rambling about how happy you were that no one was around and how there were no security cameras in the parking garage. jungkook blabbers too, telling you about how embarrassed he is that he barely lasted a few minutes. before the two of you knew it, his car parked in front of your apartment complex. 

he stands outside of your front door, leaning against the doorframe. all dreamy and not like he just made you cum in the backseat of his car. “text me before you sleep?” he smiles. 

you nod, “of course,” reflecting the same smile. you wave before closing your door. the date being more than you ever expected. there was no way jungkook was real. he had to be a figment of your imagination, he was the absolute dream guy. 

you lay in bed, staring at the stars on your ceiling. a blush creeping up to your cheeks once more when you think about the events that took place tonight. 

[11:02 pm] you: thank you for tonight, jungkook 

[11:02 pm] you: it was magical <3 

[11:03 pm] jungkook: no problem cutie, i had an amazing time with you

[11:04 pm] jungkook: feeling okay? 

[11:06 pm] you: i’m great!!! more than okay

[11:07 pm] jungkook: 😂

[11:07 pm] jungkook: i’m glad cutie

[11:08 pm] you: lunch on me next time? now that you’ve taken me for dinner :) 

[11:08 pm] jungkook: sure, i’m down :) 

[11:09 pm] you: i’m rlly tired kookie 

[11:10 pm] you: gonna head to sleep now 

[11:10 pm] jungkook: alright cutie 

[11:11 pm] jungkook: sweet dreams! 

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[kuroos-babie]

falling in love with a single mom hcs

INCLUDES: nishinoya, tsukishima, yaku

you spent a good part of your childhood with nishinoya, chasing away the dogs that had a penchant of scaring your best friend shitless, climbing trees and playing treasure hunt

it was funny, to say the least, seeing how he grew from such a scaredy-cat to the energetic and confident noya everyone knows

throughout highschool you watched him chase girl after girl and he watched you turn down guy after guy

the dynamic you two had was that of a feral gremlin child and its chill owner holding the leash and everyone, including you two, thought you would always be together

everyday was fun with nishinoya's energy hanging around you, no doubt

but when he asked you to travel the world with him right after graduation, he was met with a hesitant refusal

"i'm planning to go to college, yuu"

"it'll be fun, y/n! like going on an adventure!!"

"visit me once in a while"

his heart clenched at the way you smiled at him with teary eyes, "i can't change your mind can i?"

with a soft shake of your head, he sighed

he leaves in three days

the first few months of him being away were filled with calls and pictures of his trips, smile seemingly wider and brighter than before and a part of you regretted not coming with him

but college starts in a week, and with that came missed calls and ignored messages

at some point, neither of you just remembered to hit the other up, caught up with the stresses of your own life and before either of you knew it, 5 years have passed

he came to visit home for the first time in years, no longer the boyish noya you knew but he still had that warm aura around him

you were the first thought to come to mind the moment he step foot in town, his whole body buzzing with excitement at the mere thought of seeing you again

so of course he went straight to your house, feet taking step after memorized step and hands clutching bags of things he got from his travels

"Y/N!!!!!", he calls out as he enters your house which was answered with a harsh shushing

turning a corner he saw you in the living room, lovely as ever-- he thought, and with a baby sleeping soundly in your arms, "the baby's sleeping, yuu"

"whose...?"

you laughed at the cracking in his voice, "mine, who else's?"

man, he looked like he was about to cry

he quietly approached you, careful as to not wake the baby

"for you", he mumbled while handing you the bag of snacks and stuff

the room was filled with silence after you hummed a short thanks

he was looking at the child's face, it looked like you, he thinks

he asked when you got married, "you didn't tell me, didn't even invite your best friend to your wedding", he whined

"i didn't, i'm not married"

his eyes were wide as they looked at you

you told him about getting pregnant shortly after college graduation and getting ditched

he thought of himself selfish as he heaved a sigh of relief

"it's fine though, my parents are helping me a lot", he notes how you looked at your baby with such fond eyes and his heart swelled, he felt like crying

you chuckled at the look on his face, "hey don't look so sorry for me, can't be happier to have her"

"what's her name?"

you looked at your daughter's face and pet at her cheek with a finger, "yui"

nishinoya couldn't hold it in anymore and so he let himself cry and pulled you close

and for the nth time since the day of your college graduation he asked you again, "come with me, y/n, let's travel the world" but you have a child "i'll stay with you here until she's old enough", he said while kissing the tears that slipped down your cheeks

"then we can all go travel the world together"

he liked working at the museum, he really does

at least that's what he tries to tell himself as he led the group of preschoolers through the sendai museum

they were cute, yeah, but also very chatty

especially this one little boy with the frog hat

"what's this called?"

"it's a fossilized remain of--"

"how about this one?"

"it's--", and before he could answer, the child was already running to the other side of the exhibit

he just sighs

the tour ended and he was getting ready for his lunch break, proceeding to the cafe by the entrance as he always does

his eyes almost caught the flurry of green that passed beside him but he chose to ignore it

but of course it wasn't long after he sat down with his order when he heard a familiar bubbly voice

"mama that's the dinosaur guy!", he heard the little boy whisper loudly, "he's so tall, like a brachiosaurus!"

he couldn't supress the chuckle at the child's remark and he turned in his seat, "so you were listening, i thought you were just bouncing all around the place"

"oh sorry, did he give you a hard time?"

your voice drew his attention and he smiled at the sight of your worried face, something that surprised even him, "not really, no"

he invited you two to sit and eat with him and he listened to your son ramble all about dinosaurs and prehistoric animals

"a smart one, i like him"

your son really liked him too and asked you to take him to the museum again and see tsukishima

and so it became a habit for you to visit the museum every friday with the little boy, waiting for the tall blonde to get off work so you three could grab something to eat

and every time he sees you in the little cafe by the entrancne with your son, tsukishima couldn't help but smile a little and pat at his chest to calm the subtle fluttering as he push the door open

it was a weird feeling he never knew would come so naturally at the mere sight of you two

he bought your son picture books and and figurines and copies of the "walking with dinosaurs" documentary

"we should watch it this weekend..." his eyebrows shot up for a moment at your meek suggestion

of course the little boy was elated, excited to have him over at your house "yes! let's go now! i wanna watch it with tsukki now!!!"

tsukishima returned his gaze on you, "if it's not too much trouble then i'd love to go now"

and so the rest of the friday night was spent on your couch with all the lights turned off and a narration of al the allosaurus' life

you looked over at the other side of the couch to see your son laying on tsukishima, eyes fluttering shut with the man passed out and lightly snoring

he must've been tired

you draped a blanket over the two of them and waited for sleep to visit you too and it soon did

morning came and you woke up to the smell of coffee

"i borrowed your coffee maker, i hope you don't mind", his voice was still low, trying not to wake the little boy

"yeah, sorry i didn't wake you up last night... you looked tired"

he chuckled as you walked over to the kitchen to take out two mugs and prepared some toast, "i don't mind, it was the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother for you though"

you leaned on the kitchen counter as you took in his appearance; hair ruffled and eyes puffy with sleep, "i don't mind it one bit"

he huffed a laugh and looked over to the sofa where your son still laid

"he likes you a lot"

"so it seems, i hope you do too", his face was smug but you didn't miss the red that tinted his cheeks when you told him "of course i do, in fact i was thinking maybe we should do this more often"

his smirk grew, "just say you want to wake up everyday to the sight of me and leave it at that"

you rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled nonetheless, "oh shut up"

he had just come back from the nekoma volleyball team reunion, head lightly buzzing from the few bottles of alcohol kuroo forced down his throat

making his way through the carpeted hotel hall, he could barely make out the sound of little feet hurriedly padding on the floor and quiet sniffles

taking out the keycard to his room with the blissful thoughts of finally sinking into the soft mattress was interrupted by a soft bump on his thigh, a muffled thud and a small "ow..."

it took a few moments before the sight of the little boy on the hotel floor registered properly in his brain

it was well past 2 am... why the hell is there a child running around the halls

"uh... hi?"

big bright eyes looked up at him and he can't help but sigh at the sniffles increasingly growing louder

"where's your mama, little guy?", yaku crouched to the little boy's level, careful to keep his balance as the booze and exhaustion was catching up to him

however, at the mention of his mother, the little boy's eye filled up with more tears and was ready to burst anytime, "mama..."

"oh no no no no"

yaku's too tired for this

so with a sigh and a groan, he took the boy in his arms and entered his room

"let's look for her in the morning, okay? i think i still have some cookies in my room, would like some?"

the little boy nods his head, earning a relieved sigh from yaku

the rest of the night was spent with cartoons playing on the large hotel room tv, yaku leaning against the headboard with the little boy snoozing away while being tucked in his arm, cookie on his hand and crumbs all around

morning came and panic surged through your body the moment you realized your 3 year-old son was nowhere inside your hotel room

your hurried to the security desk to report and hopefully make an announcement, head reeling and aching with the sudden rush of adrenaline first thing in the morning

with your head in your hands, you let out a groan while trying not to cry at all the possibilites flashing through your mind

your wallowing was cut short with an "excuse me, i found this child last night"

turning your head back to the security desk, you see a man in his pajamas and slippers, hair ruffled from sleep and a sleepy little boy laying on his shoulder

"oh my god"

the whole conlict ended when you came up to them and introduced yourself, the little boy quickly recognizing your voice and whipped his head over to you, "mama!"

your son reached out for you and yaku couldn't help but notice how pretty your glossy eyes were despite how disheveled you looked

"mama, yakkun gave me cookies and we watched cartoons aaaaall night!"

yaku's eyes widened at the little boy's words and let out a nervous chuckle, "you make me sound so suspicious"

he turned to you and explained how your son bumped into him at 2 am and he was just too tired to bring him down to the security desk

"my tired tipsy brain thought it was a better idea to just let him sleep in my room and look for mama in the morning", he ended with the tips of his ears tinged red

you laughed at his nervousness, "well we can talk more about it over breakfast, what do you say yakkun? my treat"

with the way you were smiling at him, how could he even refuse?

the rest of the morning was spent with coffee and waffles, juice and fruits and chatter

he learned you and your son were in town for a few days, "i wanted to go see the fishies in the aquarium!", the little boy quips

with the new volleyball season just around the corner, yaku knew he'd have practices but he offered to tour you two around tokyo

he wanted to see you two again

briefly taking care of the toddler last night and having breakfast with you, he realized, were very much a welcomed change of pace in his hectic pro volleyball life

"are you my dad? mama told me daddy was working in tokyo" he remembered your son quietly mumbling last night, "i haven't seen him though, not ever"

the rest of your stay in tokyo was spent hanging out with yaku, your son growing more and more attached to him and slept over at his room every night

as promised, he took you and your son on a tokyo tour and even brought you to practice, introducing you to the national team and teaching your child receives

of course your trip eventually reached its end, promises of meeting again drowned in the little boy's tears as he tried to reach out to yaku

"we'll meet again, little guy", he says while ruffling the boy's hair, "i'll even go visit you and we'll play lots, okay?

of course he made a point of contacting you frequently, often video chatting during meal times and bedtime and a few more hours after, relishing in the time he could spend talking alone with you

"i can't wait to see you two again", he always says right after "good night"

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A Part II to Threshold

Tsukishima x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Author's Note: More Angst, but with a happier ending. Feedback is appreciated!

Warnings: mention of verbal abuse; mention of emotional abuse; alcohol consumption; let me know if I missed something and I'll add it

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The period after a break-up has never been easy for you, and this one would surely be the one that you wouldn’t recover from. It had been a few months since you packed up and left Tsukishima all alone without an explanation. But the more you thought about it, the more evident it was that the signs were all there. And Tsukishima is a smart guy, you figured he could put two and two together. The arguing, the avoidance, the non-existent intimacy. He had to have known it was only a matter of time. He had to have known. He had to.

When you left, you tried to take everything of yours and leave everything of his. Even his old jersey he had gifted to you. You loved that jersey. It was such a thoughtful gift and in his own way, it was an act of love. You knew he loved when you wore it to games and everyone saw you wearing his name. He would always encompass you in a sweaty hug after the game and you reveled in it. Now, you can’t even watch him play anymore. You tried to watch a televised game once and had to turn it off before the first set even finished. It was too much for you. In fact, a lot of your daily routine was almost too much for you. Change was hard and you were still trying to get used to your new way of life. You avoided many of your favorite places in fear that you would bump into him. You honestly didn’t know how you could face him after everything.

“C’mon, ______. It’s been three months. Lingering on this isn’t helping you at all. Come with me to the arcade bar!” Your overly eager friend pushed.

“You know I can’t. What if I-”

“What if? What if what? You bump into him? There’s no rule that says you have to talk to him or that you even owe him an explanation. You can’t keep punishing yourself and depriving yourself of fun. You can’t live your life based on the “what ifs”. Start living by the “why nots”. Now, why not put on your favorite outfit and why not just come out with meeeeeeeeee.”

The more you thought about it, the more you couldn’t really fault their reasoning. It had been months since you had gone out and attempted to have fun.

You sighed with a smile, “I suppose you're right. I can be ready in 20.”

You were a ball of anxious energy until you finally reached your destination. An arcade bar was a pretty low key place. You could immerse yourself in a game and shut everyone out. It was a start anyway. You ordered your favorite drink at the bar and then went to find a game that was secluded in a corner. Galaga was the game you decided on as it seemed simple enough. The nice thing was that the bar was fairly empty so you didn’t have to worry about someone jumping in on the game when you went to get another drink. You were so focused on the game that you didn’t notice a tall figure occupying the game next to you. Once you lost your last life, the screen popped up that you had just earned the highest score.

“You’re pretty good at that game,” a familiar voice startled you. Your whole body froze up, your heart leapt up into your throat, you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. Was it the alcohol or the extreme guilt surging through your body? A combination of both you decided.

You turned to the figure standing next to you. It was hard to breathe, let alone form words.

“Tsukki-” you squeaked out in a little more than a whisper. Heart threatening to pound out of your chest, you turned fast on your heel.

“Wait,” he reached out and grabbed your wrist. The action caused you to stop and stare at his hand. “Sorry,” he said as he let go, “I just-I saw you and I...you...Can we go somewhere to talk?”

“We can talk right here,” your voice hoarse as though you’ve been yelling for hours.

“______, I’m not going to talk about what happened right here. We can-”

“If you want to talk, then we can do it right here. And if you’re going to make any snide comments or demean me, then I’m just going to walk out.” You weren’t sure where this surge of confidence came from, but you were grateful that it happened.

Tsukishima put his hands up, “I promise that is not why I came over here. And you have every right to walk away if I say something that offends you.” He lowered his hands down to his side, stuffing them into his pockets. “______, why? Why just walk away without saying anything?”

“You had to have known something was wrong between us, Tsukishima. The constant fights, the way you avoided me, the way you talked to me like I was a piece of garbage. I tried to bring it up, but you put up your walls and kept me out. One of us was going to leave eventually. And I don’t know if I could have handled walking into a half empty apartment. You’re stronger than I am, always have been. I figured it wouldn’t be as hard for you to adjust to it,” you stammered as you struggled to form coherent sentences.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and staring at you. “Ever since you left, I realized you mean more to me than anything else in this world. ______, I was an idiot. Still am, probably. I’ve had a lot of time to think. I was wrong. For many things. Insulting you. Ignoring you. Letting you think you were all alone in a place where you should have felt at home.”

He paused, a slight red brushing across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “But I think the worst thing I did was keep my walls up while you broke yours down for me. I took for granted your love for me, and for that I was wrong.” He slammed his eyes shut and for a moment, it looked as though there were tears forming along his lids.

A moment of silence passed.

“______, you’re the best thing I never knew I needed. Please, can we try this again?”

“You don’t need me, Tsukishima. You never have, so why would we start now?”

For a slight moment, you catch a glimmer of desperation on his face.

“Maybe you’re right. I don’t need you, just like you don’t need me,” the words burned your heart hearing them come from his mouth. “But, ______,” he grabbed your hands. “I want you to be with me. I want you to be the one who comes to see me for lunch at work. I want you to be the one who greets me at the front door. The one who presses up against my back in the middle of the night. The one who I kiss goodbye to in the morning. I want it to be you who wears my jersey and cheers for me. Please, I just want you back,” his voice cracked.

You were taken aback. This is not what you were expecting from him.

“What happens when I mess up or we have a disagreement? Are you going to shut me out and we’ll just have a repeat of the last three months of our relationship? As much as I want the good times with you back, I don’t think I can handle anymore of the bad times. Do you know how hard it is to hear the person you love belittle and berate you? All I ever wanted was to make you happy, and I’m not sure I can do that anymore. I-I’m sorry,” you let your hands fall from his and move to walk past him.

He doesn’t try to stop you this time. He only stares at the floor with his head down. You walked past several arcade games before turning around once more to look at him.

“He’s trying, ______,” Tadashi leaned over to you. You didn’t even realize he was here, too. ‘He’s been working on it. He talks about you every day and what he would do if he could just have another chance with you. I’m not saying he deserves another chance, that’s ultimately up to you. I think you leaving really opened his eyes to what he had and just how badly he messed up.”

Tadashi's words seem to resonate with you. He has no reason to lie to you. He's always been a good friend to you. You stare at the back of Tsukishima's head for a good 30 seconds.

“I still love him,” you whispered as tears started to fall from your face. He was still standing in the same spot, opening and closing his fists. You took a deep breath and walked back over to him.

“Tsukishima,” you placed your hand on his elbow. “Tsukishima, I still love you. After everything, I still love you. What’s that stupid saying “if you love something let it go and” ugh, I can never remember the last part.”

“If it comes back it’s yours forever?”

“Yeah, that. I don’t know if I can promise forever. But I can promise to give you my best, if you promise to give me your best. And when we’re at our worst, we try to work through it together. We might have to take this slow to build up what we used to have. But, I’m willing if you’re willing. Why not?”

Tsukishima wrapped you up and buried his face in the top of your hair.

A wave of relief washed over you and peace was what you felt at the moment.

“I love you, ______.”

You texted your friend to let them know that you were leaving and thanks for the afternoon outing.

“You wanna come back to my place and watch a movie?” You asked Tsukki as you both walked out of the bar.

“I would like to, but I already told Yamaguchi I’d hang out with him today.”

“Hm, that’s too bad. I saw that they’re streaming the Jurassic Park Trilogy. Maybe another time, then?” You said as you continued walking. “Um, text me later if you want.”

He stopped in his tracks and pulled out his phone, “Well, I guess Yamaguchi will have to accept a rain check from me this time. He’ll understand.”

His long legs made quick work of catching back up to you. He ever so delicately interlocked his fingers with yours as you continued to your apartment.

Something about him was different. It was too soon to tell if it was a good kind of different, but you were willing to get acquainted with him again to find out.