#might make it easier to finish in a weird way

[keisgirl]

those eyes; kozume kenma

pairing; classmate!kenma x reader

wc; 1k

something about golden hazel eyes… guys i don’t know what happened to my border its so thick rn

you weren’t subtle. never had been. boldness came naturally to you—it was easier to speak your mind than to bottle things up. but kenma kozume made it hard to tell if your boldness was a strength or a curse.

he sat in front of you in class, quiet and unassuming, his golden hair falling in soft strands over his shoulders. he always looked like he didn’t belong here, like the noise and chaos of the classroom was something he tolerated, not something he lived in. you found excuses to talk to him. small things at first. a tap on his shoulder here, a whispered question there.

“hey, kenma,” you said one morning, leaning forward. your fingers brushed the edge of his desk.

he turned around, his golden eyes meeting yours, and you forgot what you were going to say.

“what?” he asked, his voice low and indifferent.

“uh,” you stammered, blinking quickly. “just wanted to make sure you were awake.”

his lips twitched, barely a smile, before he turned back around.

that was how it always went. little moments, brief exchanges, where you let yourself get lost in the color of his eyes. they were golden, yes, but not in a sharp, bright way. they were soft, like sunlight through a window, warm and distant all at once.

it was those eyes that made it impossible to stop.

you flirted with him more often than you probably should’ve, pushing boundaries just to see how far you could go.

“you talk a lot,” he said once, without looking at you.

“and you don’t talk enough,” you shot back, poking his shoulder lightly.

he turned, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you. “too tired for that.”

you laughed, the sound a little too loud, a little too bright. “or maybe you’re just bad at talking to people.”

his gaze lingered for a moment before he turned back around. “maybe.”

your classmate beside you snorted, elbowing you lightly. “you’re so obvious,” they whispered, their voice dripping with amusement.

“and?” you shot back, refusing to let the heat in your face show.

because sometimes, kenma’s small reactions—the faint smiles, the soft looks—made it feel like maybe he didn’t mind. like maybe your voice wasn’t just another sound in the background. but other times, your teasing bounced off him like rain against glass, leaving no mark at all.

“you’re always so serious,” you said one day, leaning forward to tap his shoulder.

he didn’t turn around right away, and your heart sank.

“kenma,” you tried again, softer this time.

he finally turned, his expression blank. “what?”

“nothing,” you said quickly, forcing a laugh. “just wanted to see your face.”

his eyes lingered on yours for a moment, and you felt your chest tighten.

“you’re weird,” he muttered, turning back around.

it wasn’t the first time he’d said that, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

your classmate leaned closer, their voice low enough not to draw attention. “he’s got you wrapped around his finger.”

“shut up,” you mumbled, though you knew they were right.

you’d trapped yourself in a cycle you couldn’t break. because for every small smile, every fleeting moment when he let his guard down, there were ten times when he didn’t react at all. when he turned away before you could even finish speaking, leaving you to wonder if you were wasting your time.

you were wasting your time.

you knew that.

kenma wasn’t indifferent out of cruelty; he just didn’t see you the way you saw him, but something about the way he didn’t move when you tapped his shoulder or the rare way his lips curled when your jokes hit their mark kept you trying.

“if you keep ignoring me, i might have to find a new seat,” you said one day, leaning a little closer than usual.

he turned around, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. “then find one.”

your heart twisted, but you smiled anyway, masking the sting of his words. “nah. you’d miss me too much.”

he didn’t respond, but the faintest flicker of a smile crossed his face before he turned back to his desk.

it wasn’t enough.

it was never enough.

you wanted him to see you—not just as the annoying person who sat behind him, but as someone who mattered. someone he might actually care about. but kenma kozume wasn’t someone who gave much of himself away, and you were too far gone to stop hoping for a piece of him anyway. you told yourself it didn’t matter, that you’d take what you could get.

but every time you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself falling deeper, and you knew there was no one there to catch you

[callmeagardengnome]

❤︎ office affairs ❤︎ | SONG MINGI

pairings ࿔ mingi x fem! reader

genre ࿔ office au, non-idol au, romance, SLOWW BURNNN

synopsis ࿔ working for a job promotion is the smart thing to do, but working to make song mingi fall in love with you is way more fun.

w.c ࿔ 8.1k

c.w ࿔ suggestive but no smut, mingi likes thighs woops, mutual pining (?) reader watches anime, reader also wears pencil skirts a lot of the time, this is an IT company, light swearing, alcohol, kiss scene

author’s note: this took way too long to finish but im glad its done! also rmbr to like and repost!

not proofread!

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the moment your eyes found song mingi, you knew that he was the one.

okay, ‘the one’ might be extreme, but he definitely caught your attention on your first day.

you applied to ‘ATECH’ after graduating from college, hoping to land a job in one of the top IT companies in the city. you’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time learning how to code and develop software, so imagine the joy you felt when the job offer finally appeared in your inbox.

“over there are the bathrooms,” your boss, hongjoong, said as he pointed to a set of doors at the end of the room. “and this is where you’ll be working,” he patted the desk.

“thank you,” you smiled, letting out a quiet groan as you set down the heavy box in your arms.

you looked around. the office was pretty normal, each section had desks right next to each other with the company-issued computer sitting on each one.

you turned back to your desk, your eyes landing on who your deskmate would be - and you swear that your breath was taken away within a second.

he was the definition of your type: neat, built, handsome.

not to mention the way his glasses sat on his face or the button-up shirt he wore that had his sleeves rolled up slightly, exposing his defined forearms. he looked good. impossibly good.

“mingi will be showing you the ropes of the company,” hongjoong began, giving mingi a sharp glare when he was about to protest. “don’t hesitate to ask him for help.”

you nodded. “got it,” you replied, settling into the swivel chair at your desk.

as hongjoong walked away, you heard mingi mumbling something under his breath, but it was too soft for you to catch. he quickly returned back to his work, typing on his keyboard at speeds you didn’t know were possible.

“hey,“ you spoke up, sitting up straighter. “i was wondering if you could help me with-“

“-ask him,” mingi muttered, barely looking away from his computer screen as he pointed lazily to a guy at the next table.

you blinked. “but hongjoong told me to ask you?”

mingi sighed, finally stopping his typing to face you. “i don’t know why he did that. i’m not anyone special, i’ve just been working here for a while.”

mingi then pushed himself back slightly so that you could see who he was pointing to. “wooyoung’s the manager, you should be asking him on how things work.”

“oh.. okay,” you replied slowly. “mingi-“

“-mr song,” he corrected, cutting your sentence short again.

you raised an eyebrow, looking down at the polished nameplate on his desk that read out, ‘SONG MINGI’.

“right.. mr song,” you nodded slowly. “i guess i’ll just do that.”

you ignored the weird exchange and began to unpack your things. after sorting out everything, you decided to find this ‘wooyoung’ guy mingi was talking about earlier - it was actually easier than you thought since he was talking pretty loudly with the person next to him.

you took a deep breath as you walked over to his section, feeling your palms sweat as you wiped them on your pencil skirt. “hey uh..” you trailed off as wooyoung’s eyes widened.

“you’re the new hire?” wooyoung blurted out in surprise as he looked you up and down.

he then blinked and shook his head. “wait shit- that sounded bad.”

wooyoung turned his chair around to face you, waving his hands defensively. “sorry, we don’t normally get girls here- you know, it’s IT. not that it’s never happened but they’re usually.. a lot older.”

“cool..” you chuckled awkwardly, offering a polite smile as you were unsure of how to respond. “well, mr song said that i should ask you for help.”

wooyoung’s eyes widened even more than before. “mr song?” he said a little too loudly, making a few people glance in your direction - though wooyoung didn’t seem care. “did hongjoong tell you to call him that?”

you shook your head. “no? he corrected me when i called him by his name.”

“oh…

my…

god.”

wooyoung busted out laughing. “i’ve never heard anyone call him mr song- even jongho doesn’t! and he just started working here last month!”

“wait really? then why-?”

“-it’s definitely a kink thing,” wooyoung muttered to the guy next to him, who you now noticed was watching the whole interaction.

“what was that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“nothing, nothing,” wooyoung waved it off, still chuckling. “anyway, this is yeosang. if you ever need anything just come to either of us. we’ll help you out.”

yeosang nodded politely, giving you a small smile. “nice to meet you. welcome to the company.”

“thanks..” you responded, bowing slightly. “nice to meet you too.”

soon enough, you found yourself sitting between them - with wooyoung desperately trying to teach you the company software (though he was messing up terribly) while yeosang corrected him at every step, trying to fix his mistakes. the two eventually got into a mini argument as you sat there awkwardly, watching two grown men argue on whether to press the ‘s’ or ‘z’ key.

you eventually spaced out, looking around the office. your eyes landed on song mingi once more, watching how focused he was on whatever he was doing.

the more you looked at him, the more boxes he ticked in your books. but this rigid character of his was going to be an issue if you wanted anything to happen. you cracked your fingers, and only one thing was on your mind as you turned away from mingi.

you were going to break through that ‘serious’ personality of his.

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you’ve learnt two things about mingi during your first month of working at ATECH.

number one: he seemed pretty reserved - at least, when you’re around.

it was a little odd. whenever you were nearby, mingi was quiet, silent even. but the moment you were out of sight or busy, laughter would erupt from his table.

you had a pretty important deadline coming up and you needed to work on it with your full attention. you put on your bluetooth headphones and got straight to work. the music did help you focus, but unfortunately, your headphones died with a loud beep.

annoyed, you took them off, moving to grab a wire to charge them when suddenly - you heard something. talking. coming from none other than your deskmate, mingi.

“no- you don’t understand, the fight scenes are incredible!” mingi exclaimed, almost jumping off of his chair. “the animation alone is on another level.”

“overrated,” jongho countered, smirking as he leaned back. “mingi, i don’t know why you keep recommending anime to me. i only watched one episode because you forced me to.”

mingi rolled his eyes. “you don’t get it- episode four is gonna change your life.”

it took everything in you to not laugh out loud. you’ve never seen mingi so passionate about something - and it was about anime of all things.

not that there was anything wrong with it - hell, you watched it. it’s just that seeing mingi so invested and defensive was.. kind of cute. maybe you should give the show a go.

but in the middle of mingi’s rambling, jongho yawned and suddenly glanced in your direction, giving you a friendly wave as his grin widened. “hey ‘___’.”

mingi froze mid-sentence, his hands moving to his keyboard almost instantly, the rant coming to an awkward halt. he quickly straightened his back and cleared his throat, acting as if nothing had happened.

jongho raised an eyebrow, clearly holding in a laugh. “you done with that deadline?” he asked.

you blinked. “uh- yeah almost,” you replied with a nervous chuckle.

you turned back to your work quickly, trying to refocus on your attention to your work but it was pretty difficult to ignore the scene playing out beside you.

from the corner of your eye, you could see jongho trying, and failing, to hold in his laughter, his shoulder shaking as he repeatedly hit mingi who was frantically typing on his keyboard like he was trying to forget what happened.

jongho wiped the imaginary tears from his face. “i’ve never seen you like this before.”

number two: he was definitely single.

thanks to your friendship with wooyoung and yeosang, you were spending almost all of your breaks together - which meant that you were always finding out new things about the office.

as the three of you settled down in a nearby food court, wooyoung started yet another rant about the office, but the topic eventually shifted to your coworkers and somehow mingi.

“he’s probably never felt the touch of a woman,” wooyoung snorted, leaning back into the chair.

yeosang immediately smacked wooyoung on the arm. “don’t say that, he’s our friend..”

“..but yeah, that’s probably true,” yeosang shrugged, slurping the noodles in his bowl.

you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “you guys make it sound like he’s so strange.”

“he is. he’s so weird around you,” wooyoung said, waving his fry around. “i swear- it’s like he’s never met a girl that can code or something.”

you sighed, stirring your iced coffee. “maybe he’s shy.”

“shy?!” the both of them exclaimed in unison, their wide eyes blinking at you.

“he is not shy,” wooyoung emphasised, to which yeosang nodded violently to his statement.

wooyoung took a sip of his soda before clearing his throat. “you should’ve seen him before you got here. he’d laugh at every dumbass joke we made. and now? he’s basically a robot.”

yeosang made a sound of agreement, wiping his mouth before adding, “i mean- he’s probably not used to women being in the office.”

“yeah, especially if they're young and actually, you know-” wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows at you, earning another smack from yeosang.

you rolled your eyes. “shut up.”

wooyoung shrugged with a grin, taking a bite out of his fry. “i’m just saying it how it is.”

you chugged your iced coffee. “is there anyway i can- i don’t know, get to know him better?” you asked as you looked at your coworkers. “how do i make him…”

you trailed off, resisting the urge to ask ‘how do i make him like me’, knowing that wooyoung would probably make fun of you.

you sighed, settling for a, “how do i make him not a dickhead?”

“i mean…” wooyoung bit his cheek, quickly glancing at yeosang before turning back to you. “you could try making out-?”

“wooyoung!” yeosang exclaimed. “we need to give her actual advice. she’s gonna be working here for a while.”

“fine, fine,” wooyoung rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you. “honestly? you want to get closer to him?”

you nodded, maybe a little too eagerly, making wooyoung smirk as he continued, “just talk about anime. trust me, once he gets started, he won’t shut up.”

you and yeosang chuckled. “noted,” you smiled.

“i’m being serious,” wooyoung leaned in even closer, his eyes bigger than before. “i would love to see the look on his face when he finds out that girls who code and watch anime exist.”

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even though the whole office knew how awkward you and mingi were around each other, it wasn’t enough to stop hongjoong from pairing you two up for whatever work he had.

the two of you were tasked with test-running the company’s latest software before it was handed off to the client. you spent the next hour sifting through its features and finally, you found a bug.

“mr song,” you called, barely looking away from your screen. “can you come here? i found something weird.”

mingi rolled his chair over to your desk, glancing at the screen as you hovered your mouse over a link.

“so when i click here,” you explained. “it brings me to an error page. i tried all the reboot methods and it still won’t work.”

mingi leaned in a little closer to see the issue. “okay, that might be because-“ he began, but suddenly started to trail off.

you raised an eyebrow, noticing how he wasn’t really looking at the screen anymore. you followed his eyes and realised that his gaze had dropped, landing on your legs.

more specifically, on the way your pencil skirt had ridden up a little when you crossed your legs.

you swear that you could see the faintest hint of a blush dusting his cheeks as he stared - and it took a moment for him to catch himself.

“you good?” you tilted your head.

his head snapped back up, eyes wide as he cleared his throat. “shit- sorry,” he stammered, sitting up straighter in his chair as he quickly focused on the screen. “i was just.. thinking.”

you nodded, biting back a smile. “right.. thinking hard about that error, huh?”

“y-yeah,” he stuttered, his words rushed now. “it’s probably an issue with the script- i’ll need to check this out with yunho.”

“sure, you do that,” you replied with a grin, watching as he walked away hurriedly, running his fingers through his hair.

but of course this wouldn’t be the last time you caught mingi like that.

during meetings when the two of you were forced to sit next to one another, you began to notice the way his eyes would drop down whenever you crossed your legs.

or sometimes, you would adjust your skirt and you would feel his attention drifting towards you, only for him to blink repeatedly and turn back to the discussion. it wasn’t obvious, but it happened often enough for you to catch on.

you didn’t want to be delusional. what were the chances that the hot guy in your office you liked was actually interested in you?

you decided to wait for the perfect opportunity to test the theory - and fortunately for you, you didn’t have to wait long.

you were both working late and mingi sat at his desk next to you, trying to explain his thoughts on the layout of the software.

mid-conversation, you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms behind your head with a soft groan. but while doing so, your pencil skirt rode up - a lot.

you pretended like nothing happened as you absentmindedly nodded to whatever he was saying. you could see mingi’s eyes shift downward, his sentence cutting short.

“what were you saying?” you asked, stretching a little more as if the movement was completely natural. you watched as mingi blink back to reality, processing what you said. “you were telling me about the layout.”

mingi cleared his throat, his eyes darting up to your face, then back to his screen when he realised he trailed off once again. “uh- yeah, the layout. it’s good.. it’s just that um- we need to fix the code if we want it to be usable.”

you could see his leg bouncing under the table as he turned back to his computer, his typing slowing down.

“are you okay, mr song?” you asked innocently, drawing out his name just a bit, watching his reaction worsen - his blush deepening and his hands coming to a stop, hovering above his keyboard.

“i’mfine,” mingi said quickly, pushing his glasses back up. he started to type on his keyboard once more, completely avoiding eye contact with you.

you smiled to yourself, giving him a hum of acknowledgment as you turned back to your screen.

so he likes thighs, huh?

oh this is getting fun.

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mingi might actually be going insane.

he never realised how bad he was at talking to women - at least, not until you joined the company.

working at ATECH for six years taught him to keep his distance with new hires. watching friends come and go because of the draining job made it seem pointless to make friends with people who might disappear at any moment.

you were no exception. to mingi, you were just another person behind a computer. so even though you were seated right next to him, he barely made an attempt to acknowledge you. what was the point when you’d probably be gone soon? at least, that’s what he told himself.

mingi didn’t want to get attached.

he had to draw the line somewhere. he’d already betrayed his own words of ‘not getting close to anyone new’ with jongho, who only joined a few months ago yet managed to find himself a soft spot in mingi’s heart.

that was already enough for mingi to double down on his ‘professional’ act to make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

when you started, he would give dry answers to whatever questions you had, hoping that you would keep your distance from him. but for some reason, the more he avoided you, the more he found himself paying attention to you.

not to mention how you were insanely gorgeous - which messed with him. a lot.

when you first joined, mingi was confused of why you picked IT to be your job of choice instead of modeling, acting or anything of that sort. but he quickly understood why you entered the industry when he saw the way you coded. it was way beyond any expectations he had.

so not only were you impossibly beautiful, you knew how to code well.

whenever you had to work together or you had a question to ask him, mingi would catch himself straightening his back, doing anything to hide his image of being the nerdy, anime obsessed guy in the office.

mingi knew it was ridiculous. he barely knew you and yet he felt this insane urge to impress you. he didn’t even know why he told you to call him ‘mr song’.

he had never done that before. it just slipped out, like he was trying to seem professional. though, it just made things more awkward.

but the worst part of it all would be those pencil skirts you always wore to work.

you seemed to have a wide range of them, he noticed. some days they would be neutral colours, some days they would be bright and patterned.

he never thought that something as simple as a pencil skirt could derail him of all the thoughts and human decency in his mind. yet there he was, looking at the way your things pressed against each other as you shifted in your chair or how the fabric lifted up ever so slightly-

-god, he felt like a pervert.

he didn’t know exactly when he started to pay attention to your attire or how your skirt hugged you in a way that left him stunned. was it when you had to work together on that one test-run? or during all those boring meetings the company had?

well, not that it mattered. all mingi knew was that he wanted- no, needed to stop being distracted by you.

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“shit, i’m late for work,” you muttered through your teeth as you turned off your alarm. you quickly put on your clothes, grabbing your bag as you slammed the door open and headed out the house.

you unfortunately reached the office half an hour late. you were nearly out of breath as you rushed to your desk. as you slid into your seat, you noticed mingi’s gaze on you, looking.. relieved?

you logged in, pretending not to notice his eyes on you. you began to get started on your work, hoping to make up for lost time.

but just as you began to focus, wooyoung strolled over to you, leaning against your desk with a smirk.

“you’re late,” wooyoung tilted his head.

you looked at him with a deadpanned expression. “you’ve been late three times this week.”

wooyoung grinned, grabbing a random chair nearby and plopped himself between you and mingi. he began to talk about some ‘crazy’ thing he was going to do on the weekend, acting as a podcast as you coded.

just then, wooyoung’s attention shifted to your phone, which suddenly lit up with a notification, revealing your lock screen - a character from the anime that mingi had been talking about.

“wait..” wooyoung leaned in, his eyes narrowing. “is that anime?”

you glanced down at your phone, nodding. “yeah, i’m kind of hooked right now.”

wooyoung raised an eyebrow, turning to mingi then back at you. “don’t tell me he converted you into one of his anime minions..” he pointed to your deskmate.

mingi sputtered, completely thrown off by the conversation that he was suddenly involved in. “what? no, i didn’t- she just-“ he stumbled over his words, his face heating up.

you smacked wooyoung’s arm. “i did hear him talk about the show, but i got into anime itself on my own.”

jongho, who happened to pass by your desks as you said that, stopped. “you guys are talking about anime?” jongho looked at mingi with a wide grin on his face. “didn’t know anime recs were the new pick-up lines these days.”

wooyoung smirked as he leaned closer to mingi. “so she’s a weeb and can code. mr song, does that do anything for you?” he teased.

mingi’s face was now a shade of bright red and he kept his eyes locked onto the computer screen, avoiding any eye contact. “i didn’t even say anything to her about it..” he mumbled.

after wooyoung and jongho continued to tease him, they eventually walked away to do their own work. you glanced over at mingi, tilting your head when you realised that he had already been looking at you.

he turned away quickly, clearly flustered as he muttered, “don’t.. don’t listen to them.”

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“have you done the surveys hongjoong sent in the group chat?” you spoke up, your voice echoing in the quiet office.

mingi blinked. the two of you had to work overtime again to complete a piece of software that a client wanted. he didn’t even realise how late it was until he looked at the time.

“he sent surveys?” mingi asked, raising an eyebrow.

you nodded, holding out your phone to him. “its all about ‘staff satisfaction’ and other bullshit like that. he’s forcing everyone to get it done quick so you should get started.” you turned back to your computer, putting your phone on the desk.

mingi watched as you returned back to work, but there was one thing that he couldn’t get his eyes off of - your lock screen.

he couldn’t stop thinking about how you were paying attention to that conversation. he had to admit that the fact that you actually took his recommendation did make his heart flutter slightly.

mingi’s fingers rested on the keyboard. ‘don’t say anything,’ he told himself. but then again… you liked anime?

his mouth moved before he could even think. “did you finish episode four yet?”

you looked at him, not knowing what he was referring to until you saw that he was staring at your phone screen. “mhm, i actually finished episode six yesterday. i can’t stop watching it.”

“wait, six?” he turned his chair to face you completely. “so you saw the fight scene right? and that whole backstory part?”

you nodded excitedly, matching his enthusiasm. “yes! and the twist with that guy’s brother? insane,” you replied.

“right? i told jongho it was genius,” mingi continued, words spilling out of him way faster that he could control them. “and there’s this one part- wait i can’t spoil it.. uh, but just know that it’s a whole new level.”

only now and then mingi realised how ‘out of character’ he got with you, especially when he saw the way you were watching him. your eyes sparkling with interest as you leaned in, actually listening to whatever he was saying.

and for a second, he couldn’t look away.

his heart stuttered and suddenly, he was back in his own head. what was he doing? he forced himself to turn back to his computer, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“well- uh.. anyway. we should probably get back to work..” he said, leaving you confused of what made him stop.

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“alright, i think that’s everything,” hongjoong said, shutting his laptop. “you guys can head home.”

the sudden meeting your boss called dragged on a lot longer than anyone thought. so the moment it ended, everyone around you got up immediately, hurriedly packing their things.

suddenly, hongjoong realised something. “oh, i need someone to print out these reports by tomorrow morning.”

you barely had time to react before his eyes landed on you, then mingi who was almost out of the door.

“mingi, you’re familiar with the printer setup right?” hongjoong asked with a smirk. he then turned to you. “this is a good chance to teach our new hire how we handle our documents.”

both you and mingi let out identical, disappointed sighs - your frustrations perfectly in sync.

everyone, including you, knew that the printing room was a nightmare - old, dusty, falling apart and tucked away in a corner of the office building that was farthest away from the entrance.

“of course,” mingi muttered, his voice flat. “the printing room.”

hongjoong gave a shrug. “it’s not that bad,” he said, obviously lying.

you swore quietly but gave a polite nod to your boss. “got it. anything else?”

“nope, just the reports. shouldn’t take too long,” hongjoong replied as he grabbed his things, heading to the door. “thanks guys!”

with a collective sigh, you took your notepad and followed mingi - who was already sluggishly moving his feet to the printing room.

he pushed the door open, the musty smell of old paper and ink greeting the both of you instantly. “why hasn’t anyone fixed this place yet?” he asked, mostly to himself as he used his hand to cover his nose.

you stepped inside, wrinkling your nose. “because no one comes here unless they need to?”

“right,” mingi muttered. he flipped the light switch, the fluorescent bulbs taking a moment to stop flickering.

the room was cramped and small. dust floated lazily in the air and the ancient printer hummed ominously at the end of the room.

“let’s get this over with,” you said, putting your stuff on an unstable metal shelf.

mingi took out his phone, looking for the files that hongjoong sent him. he glanced at the printer, then at you as he sighed. “i can load the paper. you can.. figure out how to make the rest work.”

“gee thanks,” you said sarcastically as you rolled up your sleeves.

mingi eventually taught you how to use the printer, which took a lot more steps than its modern-day versions. the sounds of each page churning out filled the silence in the small room.

when it was done, you reached for the stack of printed sheets as mingi went straight for the door.

but just then, there was a metallic clatter. you turn around to see the doorknob lying and rolling on the ground.

“you’re kidding me,” mingi muttered. he crouched down to pick it up, but the doorknob was useless. the door was jammed shut. completely.

the room was barely big enough to fit the both of you and now you were stuck here? it couldn’t get worse than this, could it?

mingi sent a text to yunho to come to the printing room to let the both of you out. even though he already heading home, he told you both to be patient while he made his way back.

soon enough, the both of you settled on the floor to wait. mingi sat with his knees close to his chest. when you sat across from him, your knee bumped against his, making him freeze slightly.

you crossed your legs, adjusting your skirt as you do, but you catch mingi glancing before quickly looking away, pink dusting his cheeks.

he cleared his throat, reaching for a nearby clipboard on the shelf and offering it to you. “uh, you can use this if you uh- if you need to cover up or anything..”

you raised an eyebrow, a smile forming on your face. “thank you,” you said, accepting it.

the room falls silent once more and the buzzing of the lights above began to become louder.

mingi shifted a little, clearly hyper-aware of how close you were. you could hear his breathing getting faster, no matter how much he tried to hide it.

after a while, he fumbled with his phone, typing another message to yunho. you watched as his fingers tapped quickly on the screen, slipping a couple of times.

you bit the inside of your cheek. “do i make you uncomfortable?” you asked once he slid his phone into his pocket.

mingi’s head snapped up at your question, his eyes widening as they met yours. “what?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

you leaned back against the wall. “do i make you uncomfortable?” you repeated.

“nono, of course not,” he said hurriedly, his eyes locked on the printer.

“are you sure?” you raised an eyebrow.

“i-“ mingi rubbed the back of his neck. he shifted in his spot once more, though his knee bumped into yours again - making him jump slightly. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“come on,” you grinned. “you barely talk to me unless you have to, and when you do, you can’t even look at me- like right now!” you giggled as you watched his eyes dart around the room.

you fiddled with the printed papers. “i��ve seen how you act around your friends. you’re fun, you’re loud. so why are you so quiet now?”

mingi opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. his hands fidgeted with his shoelaces, his jaw tightening. finally, he let out a soft sigh and glanced at you - for just a second.

“i don’t know,” he admitted.

“you don’t know?”

“i mean-“ mingi stuttered, his eyes on the door. his lips were pressed into a thin line and his shoulders slumped. “i guess- i just don’t know how to act around you…?” he said, already regretting his words.

mingi wiped the sweat off of his forehead, adding onto what he said. “you’re just different from the people i’m used to.”

you nodded, giving him a smirk. “ohh, it’s because i’m a girl right?”

“nonono it’s just-“ he said quickly, his ears turning red. “you’re uh..” he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. “you’re uh- focused? yeah.. and you’re good at what you do. that’s all..”

you let out a soft laugh, making him look at you nervously. “is this your way of saying you respect me or something?”

his cheeks flushed. “you can say that..”

“hmm.. okay okay,” you hummed, trying to suppress a grin. “so if that’s all..”

you leaned in closer, “..you wouldn’t mind if we went out for lunch together right?”

mingi blinked. “like with wooyoung and yeosang?”

you shook your head, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “just us two.”

“well..” mingi looked at the ground, trying to find the words in his brain. “aren’t most places far away?”

“there’s a manga cafe nearby. it’s pretty cute and has a decent menu.”

his eyes widened at your suggestion. “a manga cafe..?” he repeated.

you shrugged. “i thought you’d like it.”

“i do,” mingi muttered, clearly unsure of how to respond. “you don’t think it’s weird? not a lot of people like manga.”

you frowned, shaking your head. “i don’t find it weird.. do you not want to go?”

mingi immediately straightened his back, his blush deepening as he stumbled over his words. “what? no- i do-“

you laughed, cutting him off. “relax.. we’re friends right?”

you could see a smile forming on his face as he nodded. “yeah.. we’re friends.”

suddenly, you heard a chuckle from the other side of the door as it creaked open. yunho stood there with a grin, leaning against the doorframe.

“sorry it took me a while,” he said, giving mingi a knowing look. “getting cozy?”

mingi’s flustered expression turned into a glare as he stood up, brushing the dust off of his pants. “just let us out.”

yunho moved aside, watching as his friend walked hurriedly towards his desk. “hope you two had fun,” he winked.

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you leaned back into your chair, taking a bite out of your sandwich. “you know, i just finished the season this morning.”

mingi’s head shot up, his eyes wide with excitement. “really?” he asked, mid-chug of his drink.

“yeah, i was up all night watching it. i even got a little emotional at the end,” you replied with a nod, causing mingi to flash you a grin - one that you’ve never seen before.

the cafe around you had walls lined with manga shelves. the faint music of anime soundtracks playing in the background. the decor was adorable and you had to resist the urge to take a photo of every corner of the cafe.

the two of you continued talking and for once, it didn’t feel awkward. mingi seemed more relaxed, even joking around with you at times - but of course, he still had a habit of looking away whenever you made eye contact with him.

as the clock ticked closer to the end of your break, you stood up and pointed to the manga shelves. “i think i’m gonna grab something before we head back,” you said, wandering over, mingi soon following behind you.

“i don’t know what to pick,” you admitted, tracing your fingers along the spines of the books. “you got any ideas?”

his face lit up as he reached for a manga volume. “this one is really good. the world-building and plot is great. and the characters? the way they develop over time is just-”

mingi went into a passionate ramble, flipping through the pages as he spoke. you leaned against the shelf, listening to him as you bit back a smile.

suddenly, he stopped, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “sorry, i got carried away.”

you shook your head. “no you didn’t. i’ll take it,” you said, taking the book from his hands.

mingi blinked, stunned. “really?”

“yeah,” you replied with a grin. “you obviously like it, so it must be good.”

he stood there, a little speechless as you walked towards the register.

as you passed the manga to the cashier and reached for your wallet, mingi suddenly pointed to a random corner of the cafe. “woah what’s over there?”

you turned your head, confused. “what are you-”

before you could finish, you heard the tap of a card on the card-reader. turning back, you saw mingi sliding his card back into his pocket, acting like nothing happened.

you stared at him in disbelief. “..did you just pay for that?”

“would you be angry if i did..?” he said slowly, taking the bag where your manga was from the cashier.

you sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips. “no, but i can pay for my own things.”

mingi grinned. “maybe next time.”

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it had been about two months since you and mingi started to eat lunch together. at least once a week, the two of you would grab a meal and talk about work or a new anime that either you or mingi were hyper-fixated on.

to be completely honest, mingi was pleasantly surprised at how your conversations evolved. what used to be a little awkward and dry now felt natural and easy.

mingi cracked his fingers. his screen had been glaring at him all morning, the same error popping up no matter how many times he rewrote the code. he leaned back into his chair, rubbing his temples in frustration.

“hey,” your voice pulled his attention away from the screen. “what do you want for lunch today?”

mingi blinked. “shit- i’m sorry,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “i can’t go today. too much work to do.”

you didn’t seem bothered by his response. instead, you tilted your head. “okay, then what are you craving?”

“uh... something light, i guess?” he replied hesitantly, unsure of why you were asking.

you just nodded, grabbing your phone and standing up. “be right back,” you said, leaving before he could question you further.

when you returned about 20 minutes later, mingi stared at you in disbelief. you set down a steaming cup of noodles, his favourite chips and a coffee.

“w-wait,” he stammered, immediately reaching for his wallet. “how much was it? let me-”

“-it’s fine,” you interrupted, brushing his offer off. “just eat before it gets cold,” you slid back into your seat.

mingi stared at the meal infront of him, his heart racing in a way that he couldn’t explain. it wasn’t just the food (though that definitely played a part), but it was the fact that you knew and remembered his favourites. you even went out of your way to do this without making it a big deal.

‘that’s just what friends do,’ he convinced himself as he took a bite out of his food. but when he glanced over to you, the butterflies in his stomach told him something that he wasn’t ready to admit.

not yet, anyway.

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you were busy testing out a software when jongho appeared, dragging a chair behind him. he sat it in your section, right between you and mingi.

“guess what,” jongho began as he faced mingi. “i finally got that place i was looking at.”

mingi turned away from his monitor, eyebrows raising slightly. “oh? that’s cool. congrats man.”

“thanks. i’m thinking of having a little housewarming thing this weekend,” jonogho continued. “nothing big, don’t worry.”

mingi nodded, leaning back into his chair. “sounds good. let me know what time.”

it wasn’t until then when mingi noticed that you were listening in into their conversation, your fingers paused over your keyboard. his eyes darted to yours for a moment before he spoke. “do you want to come?”

you blinked, your eyes shifting to jongho. “i mean.. do you want me there?”

jongho shrugged. “yeah, you’re cool. bring wooyoung and yeosang too.”

mingi didn’t say anything, but the way jongho gave him a knowing look didn’t escape your notice. you bit back a grin, nodding slowly. “alright, i’ll be there.”

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“damn you look good,” wooyoung said, looking you up and down.

you raised an eyebrow. “what are you talking about? i’ve worn this outfit to work before.”

“yeah but the work air does you dirty,” he said, earning him a smack from yeosang.

“focus,” yeosang said, pointing to jongho’s door. “who’s knocking?”

“not me,” wooyoung shook his head quickly. “i already carried the chips here. i’ve done my part.”

you scoffed. “you brought two bags and i’m pretty sure you ate one of them.”

“they’re big bags, okay?” wooyoung defended.

yeosang sighed. “fine, i’ll-“

before he could knock, a deep sigh was heard on the other side of the door. the three of you exchanged a look with each other before the door swung open.

wooyoung and yeosang, who were leaning against the doorframe, stumbled forward and landed infront of jongho’s feet.

jongho stepped back, opening the door wider. “welcome.”

you blinked, giving him a smile. “hey, jongho.” carefully, you tiptoed over the two fallen bodies on the ground as you entered the apartment.

the apartment had a warm and cozy feel. there was a decent amount of fake plants and the furniture looked new but comfortable. the dining table was lined with snacks and the kitchen counter was filled with a surprising amount of alcohol.

you walked over to yunho and mingi who were already standing around the kitchen. you waved to yunho before turning to mingi and giving him a quick hug.

mingi froze for a bit, though he quickly recovered, his response stiff. “uh- hey.”

jongho clapped his hands to gather everyone’s attention. “alright, don’t get too comfortable. let me show you around.”

he led the group on a small tour around his apartment, showing off his bedroom, bathroom, living room and office space - he even had a guest bedroom.

after the tour, you found yourself back in the living room, chatting with yunho and mingi.

“so how’s the project going?” yunho asked, taking a sip from his drink.

“not bad,” you replied. “it’s a lot of coding but i’m enjoying it for the most part.”

mingi nodded. “yeah, and you’re good at it,” he muttered quietly, mostly to himself.

you glanced at him, giving him a smile. “thanks!”

the tips of his ears turned pink and he quickly turned to yunho, who was trying to hide a smile behind his glass.

after a while, you wandered over to the snack table where yeosang and wooyoung were hanging out.

“chips are food,” wooyoung said angrily.

yeosang sighed, turning to you. “this is his third bowl.”

“it’s a party,” wooyoung shrugged. “i’m living my best life.”

before anyone could say anything, jongho’s voice was heard from across the room. “wooyoung!”

wooyoung froze, a chip halfway to his mouth. “what?” he shouted back.

jongho stood by the door, his arms crossed. “tell me why there’s a group of at least 15 people outside my house saying that there’s a party here?”

wooyoung chuckled nervously, clearing his throat. “um.. about that..”

jongho’s eyes narrowed. “don’t tell me you-“

the doorbell rang and before you knew it, a large group of people poured in, loud music taking over the entire space.

wooyoung scratched the back of his neck. “i may have uh- spread the word a little.”

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the house grew loud, music bouncing off of the walls as laughter filled every corner. you squeezed through the crowd, heading over to the kitchen for another glass of soju. but when you reached, your eyes landed on mingi who was downing many shots of alcohol.

“heyheyhey, stop,” you said, stepping forward and gently taking the glass from his hand.

mingi blinked at you, confused, his cheeks pink. you looked at him with concern. “what’s going on? why are you drinking so much?”

he mumbled something incoherent, rubbing his forehead. without hesitation, you hooked your arm around his and tugged him toward the hallway. “you’re sitting this one out,” you said firmly, guiding him into the guest bedroom which thankfully, was unoccupied.

closing the door behind you, you made him sit on the edge of the bed. mingi groaned and slumped down, half of his body dangling off the bed while his upper body rested against mattress.

you sat on the bed next to him. “are you okay? what’s wrong?” you asked softly, rubbing slow circles on his back.

“...i don’t like people,” he mumbled, his face half-buried in the sheets.

a small smile tugged at your lips. “it’s okay. i get it.”

“i like you, though,” his said, his voice muffled but clear enough to make your eyes widen in shock.

“wait, what?” you blurted out, staring at him disbelief.

mingi got up abruptly, sitting on the bed properly like nothing happened. “why did wooyoung bring so many people? this isn’t a party party,” he said.

“i.. i don’t know,” you stammered. “can we go back to what you said before-”

“i didn’t finish the code i was supposed to give hongjoong,” he interrupted, looking at you with glassy eyes. “am i getting fired?”

you shook your head. “no, he gave you until next month to complete it. can we-”

“-i haven’t eaten pasta in so long,” his voice cracked, on the verge of tears.

“i’ll get you pasta tomorrow,” you said quickly, giving him a small, reassuring smile.

mingi’s face lit up. “really?”

“yes,” you nodded.

the two of you sat in silence for a moment, the muffled noise of the party bleeding through the walls. soon enough, you finally spoke up. “hey.”

mingi turned to you, his eyes a little clearer now.

“when you said you liked me,” you began cautiously. “what did you mean?”

“that i like you,” mingi said plainly like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“well, yes, but,” you cleared your throat. “as a friend or-”

“i like your eyes,” he cut in, his gaze locked onto yours. “and your nose.”

you blinked, stunned.

“your lips are pretty,” he added as he leaned in slightly. “and so are your outfits.”

“i-”

“i like your voice,” he continued. “and the cafes you bring me to.”

your heart raced as you stared at him. “...is this the alcohol talking?” you asked weakly.

mingi tilted his head, reaching up to touch his mouth like he was checking for something. “i’m pretty sure i’m the one talking,” he said, completely serious.

a wide smile broke across your face. “you’re cute.”

“me?” he looked behind him, seeing if there was someone else in the room.

“yes, you,” you laughed softly.

mingi’s face flushed a deeper red - whether it was from the alcohol or your words, you weren’t sure.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you once more and you could tell that mingi was beginning to sober up. he shifted slightly, his movements becoming nervous.

“i’m sorry,” he began, but you quickly cut him off.

“don’t apologise,” you said.

“but i made you uncomfortable- oh my god i made you uncomfo-”

“i like you,” you said, pulling him out of his spiral.

mingi froze, his eyes wide. “are you serious?”

you nodded.

“b-but you’re so..” he trailed off, his eyes searching yours. “..pretty.”

“thank you,” you said, your heart fluttering. “though i think you’re really downplaying yourself.”

“why would you like someone like me?” mingi asked, his voice a whisper.

you shrugged. “for all the same reasons you like me.”

“because i watch anime?” he asked, confused.

“that’s a bonus,” you grinned.

the next thing you knew, your hands brushed against his, lingering for a moment as his eyes shifted to your lips. it was such a simple action and yet it sent your heart in circles. slowly, he leaned in closer, his warm breath against your skin.

“are you really okay with this?” he asked, worried that you were playing a prank on him.

you looked into his eyes, your voice soft. “i’ve been waiting for this.”

then mingi’s lips were on yours.

it was soft at first. but the second your hand found his jaw, tilting his head slightly - something in him changed. his hand was on your thigh, his fingers curling into the fabric of your skirt like he needed to hold on or risk floating away.

your hand moved to his chest and you could feel his heart pounding beneath your palm. mingi’s other hand found your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

“mr song,” you mumbled against his mouth, the name drawing a low groan from him.

“god- you’re so perfect,” he muttered, the grip on your thigh tightening, his thumb tracing the seam of your skirt, sending shivers up your spine.

you lost track of how long you stayed like that. the music from outside faded into the background and the room slowly disappeared from your mind.

and then the door slammed open.

you and mingi jumped apart, faces flushed and breaths uneven. just then, wooyoung stumbled in, his arm draped lazily around a girl.

“oh my god,” wooyoung’s eyes widened, darting between the two of you with unhinged glee. without waiting a second, he whipped out his phone and snapped a picture before slamming the door shut - his loud voice echoing the hall. “i knew it! i knew it! i knew it!”

you groaned, covering your face with your hands as you got up. “this bastard-”

“-hey,” mingi caught your wrist, his fingers gentle but firm as he tugged you back toward him. his face was still flushed and his lips were slightly swollen, but his voice was soft. “don’t focus on him. focus on me.”

your heart skipped multiple beats. you nodded, letting him guide you back into his arms.

this time, the kiss was much slower - no rushing, no interruptions, just the two of you. his hand returned to your thighs, this time squeezing it lightly, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips.

when you broke apart, his eyes studied your face, his thumb gently tracing your lips. you brushed away the stray hairs that stuck to his forehead, adjusting his glasses which were lopsided.

“was i good?” mingi asked nervously.

“of course,” you giggled, your cheeks warm. “way more than good.”

he let out a sigh of relief. “i’m glad..” he said softly. your words made him smile, the stress in his shoulders easing.

“if wooyoung posts that picture..” mingi said, leaving a trail of kisses on your jaw. “..i’m deleting his league account.”

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[frostsinth]

Your Heart's Got Teeth

Oh hey there... I guess I'm trying my hand at writing some short stuff. Which takes me back to my old and original love of orcs. So have a new story. On the house.

Just playing around with this, so we'll see where it goes. Likes and comments feed my fingers, so drop a word to tell me what you think! Tally ho!

Masterlist

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The soldiers had come to the village more than a month ago, by order of the King. More than a month of them hoarding supplies, taking the best livestock and biggest shares, drinking the taverns dry. All in the name of “protection”. Though I had yet to see any do more than bully the villagers. Not to mention all their rules. No loitering in the streets after dark. No open campfires.

And absolutely no going outside the village walls. Making my usual trade as a hunter impossible.

This left me idle, a thing I detested more than anything. Lay in wait for the perfect ambush of elk or deer? Sign me up. Sit and twiddle my thumbs for weeks on end? I was very nearly ripping my hair out by the roots. Which was probably why, when the soldiers commandeered the main well, I had taken it upon myself to slip out past the patrol with as many huge earthen jugs as I could fit in my small hand cart. Rolling it out to the river on the outskirts of the wood. I imagined one small water cart was easier to slip in and out unnoticed than disappearing for hours to hunt only to have fresh meat flood the streets.

I grumbled under my breath as I navigated the last of the mulch. Cursing the soldiers, the King, and anyone else I could think of for my current plight. But what else could I do? The village had all but raised me and my brother after our parents had passed. I owed them everything I could manage. Even though I preferred my solitude these days, and knew very few of the villagers personally anymore. It was better to keep busy, to have a purpose.

I had just finished lining up the empty jugs beside the cart and carried the first to the water when I realized the woods around me had fallen eerily silent. Not even a single bird whistling among the early winter boughs. I cocked my head to the side, tensing in wariness.

I still jumped in surprise at the crack of branches behind me. Dropping the jug of water to roll on its side and spill what I had managed to just hoist out of the riverbed. Quickly, I spun, the hairs on the back of my neck rising, my breath catching in my throat.

“Who’s there?” I called sharply, my eyes skimming the low fog between the pine trunks. Trying to pick out the disturbance. But the fog was always deceptive. It carried sounds in weird ways. What you thought might be from behind you might actually be in front. I pivoted slowly in place, trying to listen over the sound of my heart thudding in my ears.

Another snap, louder, closer, and I spun again just in time for a large, solid object to crash straight into me. Taking my feet off the ground and landing me on my backside with an exaggerated “Ooof!”, one that was echoed by whatever, or whomever, had just crashed into me.

I would have quickly scrambled back to my feet, but was impeded by the over sized lanky body currently half on top of me. A soldier, I thought at first, given the armor. And the fact that they were outside the walls as well. I couldn’t think of another villager who would dare.

“Get off me!” I snapped, wriggling beneath the weight.

Then I shoved at it, my senses starting to come back to me after my initial upset. And my eyes went wide as I realized whomever it was… they were not human. A point that made itself evident by the vibrant green skin poking out beneath the dark leather armor.

But at my frantic movements, my knees knocking into them, my hands shoving as I tried to tear myself free, had the figure groaning. Pain, I recognized belatedly. I managed to get my shoulder under theirs, and shoved hard. Rolling them off and onto their back with a heavy thud. My hand went quickly to the dagger tucked in my boot, and I sprung into action. Jumping to my knees and poising its point straight down at my attacker.

I stopped as I stared down at them. Hesitating. My breath coming in shallow little pants that joined the low fog around us.

The boy, as I realized now that I was looking at him properly, was barely a teenager. If that. An orc teenager, I corrected, for he was already almost a head taller than me. Coupled with the green skin, the small tusks, and the slightly protruding brow. Now that I was crouched over him, dagger in hand, I saw his bright yellow eyes go wide. His hands coming up as if to shield himself. Revealing bloody palms that shook a little as I watched.

A quick assessment for the source found an arrow half sticking out of his side. Somewhere between the ribs, not deep, but definitely enough to make for hard breathing and lots of blood. And I supposed he looked pale too, though that was a bit hard to tell considering his skin tone was no where close to mine.

I heard shouts and commotion from somewhere behind us. I saw his eyes dart back the way he had come, and I followed his gaze. Hearing the thudding of boots and the clatter of steel. When I looked back, real fear was beginning to fill the young orc’s face. He managed to scramble back a few inches, creeping along the ground without turning his back to me. But I saw him grimace, then crumple. Hands going back to his side.

I stared at him, dumbfounded, then glanced back over my shoulder. Then down at his panicked face again.

“Damn it.” I grumbled.

I dropped the knife back into the sheath in my boot in one smooth motion, reaching out and grabbing his arm. Hauling him up with a grunt and shoving him back a few steps to my hand cart. He wriggled against me, yet I didn’t have time to explain. I gave him a gentle jab in the ribs, enough to have him doubling over. And all but hoisted him clear off the ground to get him those last few feet to the resting cart. Huffing with the effort and feeling sweat quickly breaking over my brow.

He stumbled the last step, toppling into the cart ungracefully. All legs and limbs flailing. I shoved both his knees up to his chest, already grabbing the coarse burlap blanket to pull over him.

“Keep quiet, keep still.” I hissed to him. Hoping against hope that he at least understood the urgency of my tone if not my words themselves.

I flipped the corner of the blanket over the last of him just in time for the source of the shouts to come clattering between the trees. Trailing along the riverbank. I spun sharply, gathering my skirts in one hand and giving an exasperated huff.

“You there, what are you doing here?” Demanded the front most soldier, brandishing his sword at me briefly. “The woods are off limits to the villagers.”

That had a sharp ire rising in me, and I scoffed loudly. Still trying to catch my breath.

“You soldiers have commandeered the main well!” I pointed out angrily. “We needed water.”

“Orcs have been spotted in the area, you daft woman!” Growled the soldier. “Get back to the village. Immediately! Or I’ll have you arrested myself for disobeying the captain’s direct order!”

“That’s always your excuse for trashing a village, isn’t it?” I huffed. “Kicking people out of their homes, stealing all their food.”

“The men need shelter and sustenance to protect you.” He replied, sheathing his sword with his brow furrowing angrily. “A small price to pay. Don’t be so ungrateful.” I saw him glance about, noting my jug still rocking on its side with water dripping from its spout. “What happened here?”

“Some use you lot are!” I scoffed, placing one hand on my hip. “Supposed to keep out the orcs, yes?” I waved my hand. “Then why did I just get bowled over by one sprinting through here?”

“The orc?? You blasted woman!” He stalked over, grabbing my collar sharply and giving me a sound shake. “You saw it and you have the damned nerve to waste my time with this nonsense!”

I shoved at his arm, trying to pull myself loose. “You’re the one who wasted time with threats!” I shot back. “I’ve done nothing wrong. Let me go!”

I gasped loudly in shock as his palm connected soundly with my cheek.

“Shut up! Which way did it go??”

He gave me another shake, then tossed me to the ground. I rubbed at my face, glaring up at him with tears stinging my eyes. But pointed off to the right bitterly. The soldier waved the others in pursuit, lingering momentarily over me as they rushed off.

“Be grateful I don’t have time to throw you in a cell for your insolence, bitch.” He hissed at me. Throwing a light kick into the ground and splattering cold mud at me. “But if I see you again, I’ll be sure to provide proper punishment.”

He didn’t bother with anything else, running off after his companions. I slowly stood, wiping down my skirts momentarily and rubbing at my sore cheek with the back of my hand.

“Good riddance.” I mumbled, picking up the jug on my way by and resting it beside the hand cart. I knocked lightly on the side. “They are gone now.” I told him, then tossed up the blanket.

Bright yellow eyes stared up at me as I uncovered the young orc once more. Slowly, he unfolded himself, easing to a sitting position. The cart groaned in complaint of his added weight to its old axles. I ignored him, going back to the river to slowly fill the jug. I glanced over my shoulder eventually as I waited for it to fill.

“… What, are you waiting for the next patrol?” I quipped. “You should get out of here while you can.”

He was still staring, chewing at his fat lip, as I finished filling the jug and hoisted it to my hip. A frown pinching his brow.

“… Why did you do that?” He asked finally, a heavy accent on his Common.

I sighed, waving him out of the cart so that I could load the jug into it. Making sure to cork it before moving to the next. He winced as he found his feet, but slowly stood as bidden. At least he seemed to know Common.

“Look, I don’t owe those jerks anything,” I told him, “And I certainly don’t want some kid’s death on my conscience. So just… get out of here before I change my mind.”

He puffed up his chest indignantly. “I’m not a kid!” His voice almost squeaked in his outrage, then he winced. His hand going back to his side. “… I’m nearly 15.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. He was tall, certainly. Lanky with lean muscles. But 15? That I doubted, even with what little I knew about orcs. He huffed at my expression, glancing down at his feet. I couldn’t help glancing at his bloody hands once more as he did.

“… I said nearly.”

I shook my head. Then I sighed again. “Sit down. Let me look you over quickly.”

I reached into my pocket, pulling out some clean cloth and walking over to dip it into the river. Making my way back to him to study the broken arrow still jutting out of his side. I reached out, gently wiping away a bit of the blood. He grimaced again, making a soft sound of distress.

“I’m not going to pull it out.” I assured him, grabbing near the base and deftly snapping off a bit more of the shaft with my other hand. “You’ll bleed like a stuck pig and I don’t have anything here to stop that.” I glanced at him. “Do you think you can manage getting back to wherever you came from?” He puffed out his chest again, nodding. “Good”.

I reached down, lifting the hem of my skirt and using my teeth to rip it. Then ripped a long piece before using my teeth to tear the end of it off. He watched me in surprise. I spared him a small glance, passing him my own water skin to drink as I did.

“I’m going to stabilize it a bit.” I explained quietly. “Won’t stop the bleeding, won’t keep it from hurting. But might keep it from making this wound worse.” I gently surrounded what was left protruding from his side with the wet rag, then wound the skirt pieces around his torso to hold it in place as best I could. “Get it looked at as soon as you can.”

“… Did they hurt you?”

I jumped as his spindly fingers came up to my cheek. Quickly, I swatted his hand back.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He shook his head, straightening once I stepped back. “I owe you a great debt.” He insisted. “I am bound by honor to repay it.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I told him again. “If you want to repay me, maybe just don’t let your clan raid my village, yes?” I took him by the shoulders, guiding him forward a step then spinning him in place. Taking the water skin back from his hand. “Now please, just go.”

He did stay facing the outskirts of the woods for a moment, then turned back to me. I sighed, already beginning to regret my decisions thus far that day.

“I will come back.” He promised me. “… When I’m older. And… and then I’m going to marry you.”

“Oh for the love of-” I half-groaned even as he smacked his fist soundly across his mostly bare chest. “Kid, seriously. Just go.”

“I will!” He insisted. “I owe you my life. I will give you my life.”

I placed one hand on my hip, pointing with the other. Raising my eyebrows. Waving him on after a moment when he still didn’t leave. He looked over his shoulder, then back at me. Bowing his head finally, then slowly jogging off.

“I will come for you!” He assured me as he left.

“I’m sure this won’t come back to haunt me.” I mumbled under my breath as I went to grab the next jug to carry to the river. Hoping at least that he might not tell his fellows where his ‘future bride’ was.

I pushed my hand cart down the cobblestones, glancing about warily. Its squeaky wheel resounding almost hauntingly through the mostly empty streets. Feeling eyes watching me the entire time.

Orcs attacked the village a week later.

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The village was a ghost of its former self. The buildings half in ruins, the scent of blood and soot still thick in the air. Most of the young men had been killed in the attack, any that remained were being kept in the old barn on the hill. Leaving the women, children, and old to fend for themselves in the crumbles of our former homes. At least the farms were mostly intact, though there were few patches close enough to the walls that our hosts would allow us to tend them. And being early winter, most that could be done was sowing seeds for the next spring. Assuming we would see it. Our stores had been halved when the fire from the town hall had caught on the nearby buildings. I didn’t see us being able to replenish them anytime soon. Especially as I still wasn’t able to leave to hunt.

I didn’t miss the human soldiers. Little better than thugs and bullies. So far the orcs were… better, surprisingly. They left us alone for the most part after the initial battle. Aside from not letting us leave, they occupied just the center most building and kept to themselves. A few tussles here and there I heard of, but there wasn’t much fight left in those who remained within the walls. The soldiers had already scarred the residents, they weren’t about to make trouble with behemoths twice their size. We had no idea what they wanted, no one remaining had spoken to them directly, but every day more and more arrived from outside the city walls. Doubling their original numbers.

I stopped at the next door, walking over to knock lightly and pull the small sack of grain to pass to the frail old woman within. She bowed her head and thanked me graciously. Her thin frame quivering with even the slight weight of the tiny sack. Which had yet another jolt of guilt racing through me.

I shouldn’t have let that orc go, I told myself for the thousandth time. This whole calamity, it was my fault. The soldiers were all dead, or worse. As were many of the villagers. Entire families, broken and shattered. Decimated. I did what I could, being one of the few able bodied adults left. But it was never enough. Not for what I had done. I wrung my hands and went back to the cart. Pulling on that guilt to fuel me. To do what I could for those that remained. Without tiring. Without rest. This was my atonement, even if none of the villagers knew my crime. I feared what would happen if they did…

A terrified shout had me dropping the handles of my cart sharply. Spinning in place and looking around in a panic. Before I could even think, I was running towards the sound. In between two crumpled houses. Vaulting over the remains of a wall. Into the old square near the center of the village.

A little girl was cornered, her hands raised over her head in fear. One broad shouldered orc stalking her menacingly. A few other orcs leaned against a nearby building, watching with amused looks on their faces. I saw behind her tiny, dirty body was another child. Cowering against the stone. Neither could have been older than six or seven.

“Less meat than I like,” The orc rumbled, “But I’ll catch another.”

I still didn’t dare stop to think. Grabbing a long, loose board of wood from the rubble without slowing as I strode forward angrily. Using my momentum to swing the plank with as much force as I could muster. Cracking it loudly against the offending orc’s head.

Instantly the square erupted with roars. The orcs on the building springing forward, their faces filled with surprise, their hands going to their weapons. I quickly put myself between all of them and the children. Brandishing what was left of the wooden board before me.

“Back off!” I shouted.

The orc I had hit had staggered to one knee. More likely out of surprise than anything else. He shook his head, a huff coming from him as he rolled his shoulders back. Dark copper eyes glowered at me beneath heavy black brows. A snarl forming on his lips as he slowly rose. Straightening up to his full height, which was nearly two feet more than mine. His hair had thick black braids, woven with bone and silver, which clinked as he stood and shook his head. His beard had another pair of small braids trailing in neat lines on either side of his chin, framing his thick, square jaw and running up to his wide, flat ears. He was dressed in just the fur wrapping about his waist that most of the orcs were, though I noticed a large silver pin holding it in place. His broad shoulders were bare save for the thick braids, and the dark green of his skin rippled as he flexed the sculpted muscles there. I was rather certain his fist was as large as my head. But I didn’t let that weaken my resolve. Fixing him with a stubborn scowl.

He reached up one meaty hand, rubbing at the corner of his thick lips. Bringing my attention to the huge tusks there, one broken at the very tip.

“I was teasing before.” He told me in clear Common, then spat at the cobblestones. “But now I think I might just like a bite after all.”

“You’re welcome to try.” I replied, tightening my grip on the splintered board. Glad to hear my voice didn’t shake.

The other gathered orcs had stalked closer, though seemed content to keep their distance despite their initial outrage. No weapons were drawn yet, but they weren’t about to let me go that easily. I looked around at them warily, taking a side step to better block the two children behind me.

The big orc before me smirked, considering me with a dark eye. “I like a bold woman.” His grin grew. “Perhaps I’ll take two bites. Just to see how deep it runs.”

“Deeper than your wit.” I shot back.

“Maybe three.” He snarled, his brow pinching as his smirk shrunk.

“Good. You can count at least.” I brandished my board again. “Know what comes next?”

“What comes next is my fist in your face.” He returned.

“No teeth?” I prodded. “How do you bite with your hands?”

“You like digging your own grave, woman?” His brow was dark, and I felt my stomach flip. But I’d be damned if I would let him see it. “Let’s see if it fits.”

“Dug enough graves lately.” I replied. “What’s one more?”

He stalked closer. Closing the distance between us with two huge strides. I readied my feeble weapon, my scowl and determination growing. I might get a good strike in or two. Enough to let the little kids bolt to safety. And that’s all that mattered. I didn’t care what happened to me after that. I saw him shake out one hand, then ball it into a fist.

“Stop!”

We both started as a lean, lanky frame darted between us. His back to me, hands raised to the behemoth. The orc’s yellow eyes darted to the intruder, his own scowl forming. It took half a heartbeat for me to realize I recognized the sound of the young orc’s voice, and noticed the bandages still half wrapped about his middle. A pit formed in my stomach, and I nearly took a swing at the back of his head. I hadn’t seen him among the orcs in the village yet. I had dreaded seeing him. And now, here he was…

“Izu, what-”

“I won’t let you touch her!” He snapped at the larger orc, his hands balling into fists and dropping to his sides. “Whatever punishment you think she deserves, I will bear it instead!”

The orc looked at the lanky youth, then over his shoulder at me. Then back at the other orc. Then he heaved his shoulders, shaking his head with a soft groan.

“Not this one.” He growled, and I heard a quiet chuckle spreading through the gathered orcs. “Tell me its not this one.”

“I owe her my life!” Izu proclaimed, smacking his fist against his chest stubbornly. “I won’t let you touch her!”

The larger orc looked between us again a moment more. Then threw up his hands. Snarling quietly and shaking his head.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

I jumped a little as the ‘almost’ teenager spun to me eagerly. His yellow eyes bright.

“I told you I would come back.” He reminded me.

I couldn’t help glancing over his shoulder as he all but bounced in place. Then I peeked at the children behind me. Deciding the immediate danger was over and crouching down next to them. They looked at me with wide, tearful eyes.

“Time to get you out of here.” I whispered, then glanced back at Izu.

He cocked his head to one side, then seemed to get my meaning. Turning and waving one hand. Shouting something in orcish to the gathered. A clear path opened as the orcs dispersed, and I ushered the girls down it. I moved to follow them, but was halted by the young orc grabbing my arm.

“Wait!” He protested. “I want to speak with you.”

“Listen, kid,” I said softly, pulling my arm from his grip, feeling a brief wave of relief as I saw the two children dart out of sight, “Thank you, I guess, for that. But-”

“I’m not a kid.” He protested.

“It doesn’t matter-”

“Yes it does!” He interrupted again. “I told you. When I’m older, I’m going to marry you. I swear!”

“Izu.” Snapped the big orc, striding over and then hissing sharply to the teenager in orcish.

They went back and forth for a moment, gesturing and half-whispering wildly. Their tones becoming harsher and angrier as they went. I glanced about, but the three of us were almost entirely alone now. With no one else in close proximity, I inched back a few steps. Then took the opportunity to turn on heel and dart down the nearest alley. Hoping to go unnoticed in my retreat.

I kept up a quick pace, but not a minute later I heard heavy footfalls behind me. I rounded a corner, looking to lose my tail, and almost ran smack into the broad, bare chest of the older orc. I staggered back a step, scowled at him, then turned quickly to make my escape again.

“Wait.” He grabbed me, firmly but lightly. Halting my progress.

“Get off me!”

I pushed his hand away, or at least attempted to. I might as well have clawed at brick for all the good it did me. He scowled back, shaking his wild mane and sending the rattling clink of his beads and pins echoing around us.

“Just wait, you foul woman.” He snapped. “Listen-”

He ducked as a clod of dirt came zipping towards his head. It thudded into the wall behind him in a little cloud, leaving us both spinning. Looking around and seeing the tail end of two little pairs of heels darting back around the corner. I tried to wriggle in his grasp while he was distracted but had no luck. His huge fingers were like iron.

“Yours?” He guessed, sounding bitter.

I shook my head, still trying to free myself. “Orphans.” I dug at his fingers with my own. “You have certainly left enough of them in your bloody wake.”

He yanked me in close and curled down to sneer in my face. “Your people are the ones who attacked us. They are the ones who crossed our borders. Slaughtered our people, for nothing.”

“An eye for an eye.” I quipped bitterly. “An orphan for three. Let me go.”

He tossed me back a step, shaking his head. “We’ve done nothing but defend ourselves.”

I glanced at him. “Which is why you’re currently sitting in the ruins of this village, right?”

He followed after me as I stalked away down the alley. Having to turn sideways to fit down the narrow stretch.

“Your King brought us here.” He argued, then tossed up his hands. “But that’s not… I’m not chasing after you because of all that.” He snarled, reaching out to yank my arm again. “Would you just stop!”

I spun back to face him, but did stop. He was obviously agitated, though didn’t seem particularly inclined to act upon former threats. I decided this was the better place to hear out whatever he might have to say… rather than closer to more prying ears. He scowled down at me before dropping my arm crossing his own back over his chest.

“I’m here about Izu.”

“And who’s that?”

He looked like he wanted to swat at me, but instead scowled deeper. “The boy who saved your hide from a beating just now.

“Cute kid.” I grumbled, scoffing at his assessment. “Good heart. Just wrong place.”

The orc snorted in obvious agreement. “Exactly. But to hear him tell it, he owes you.” His scowl grew. “Which means I owe you. And I don’t like owing you anything.”

“Thought you owed me a grave?” I said bitterly, then shook my head. “Why would you owe me anything? Not that Izu owes me anything either.”

He heaved a heft breath through his wide nose. Shaking his head again.

“Izu’lemi is my son.” He told me with a hint of exasperation to his voice. “If he owes a debt, I owe a debt.”

My eyes widened slightly. I looked the big orc up and down for a moment. But the way he said it made me think perhaps this wasn’t the first time his son had put him in such a position. I almost amused myself with the boy wandering around, getting into trouble, then promising favors. Almost. I considered the orc again, glancing over my shoulder as if I might just take my leave after all.

“… Lucky for him if he doesn’t take after you then.” I said finally.

He snarled at me again. “What do you want, woman?” He snapped. “Name your price.”

“I have a name, man.” I shot back. “And I don’t want anything. Not from you. Certainly not from your son.”

“You didn’t ask for mine, I didn’t ask for yours.” He replied piercingly. “And you have to have a price. Everyone has a price.”

“What’s Izu’s?”

He tossed up his hands. “Don’t irk me, woman. You know his price.”

“Do I, man?”

He scowled at me again. “He wants your hand. For saving his life.”

“He’s a kid.” I turned and started to leave once more. “In my experience, kids don’t really know what they want.”

“Stop.” He grabbed my arm again.

“Would you stop doing that?” I yanked my arm back. “What’s with your family and all the grabbing??”

He gritted his teeth. “Why did you?”

“What?”

“Save his life.” His brow furrowed, and he looked at me suspiciously. “Did you know who he was?”

I studied the orc for a moment, pursing my lips. “… I knew he was a kid. And he was hurt. And maybe a little scared.” I glanced down at my feet. “I didn’t want to see him beaten and hanged just for being…”

The orc huffed. Silent for a long moment. I waited a breath, then sighed.

“Can I go now or-”

“Jou’kiel.” He told me.

“What?”

“That’s my name.”

“Surprising.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “Sounds rather normal. Would’ve thought you’d have some meathead name like Grug or something.”

I saw his hands ball into fists. “Watch your tongue.”

“Or what, you’ll bite it?”

He stepped closer, towering over me and bearing his sharp teeth. “Don’t tempt me.” I craned my neck back to look up at him, and crossed my arms over my chest. “… And? Unless you prefer ‘woman’, I need your name now. Though I could also be persuaded for ‘bitch’.”

I scoffed. “Calliope.”

He watched me for a moment, his hand coming out. Catching my chin in his meaty fingers. I jerked in surprise, but didn’t otherwise resist. Partly in surprise. Partly as his grip, while firm, was surprisingly gentle. His rough fingers warm against my skin.

“You’ve captured the favor of a Tlaloc prince.” He told me. “By saving Izu’s life, our entire family is indebted to you.”

My wariness turned to shock, and I couldn’t help staring at him a bit more dumbfounded. His scowl became a smirk, and he crouched down a little to put us eye to eye. His nose almost brushed mine, he was so close, and I felt my breath hitch strangely. He tilted his head slightly to one side.

“Have you any favors to ask of us now, Calliope?”

I reached up finally, pushing his hand away. His weird hold over me broken with his words. My scowl returned.

“How about some consideration for the people you are currently leaving to starve to death in the streets?” I snapped.

Then spun on heel and marched away. Slipping down a few zig zagging paths just for good measure.

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To Be Continued

[didderd]

guh i'm alive sorry i've been inactive for over a month. i don't really have an excuse. just that i haven't been feeling up to posting, and i've been distracted. i will try to get back to things, but no promises.

[nomaishuttle]

comparison (new on left old on right)

[remxedmoon]

so all you need to do right now is disappear.

HHHHAPPY ISATVERSARY EVERYONE. here’s redraws for every single battle cg in the game. 36 drawings this time around, with 11 of those being custom (though admittedly a good portion of those are edits). combined with the portrait redraws i made back in september, i’ve made 114 redraws for this project! jesus christ! just like those redraws, these are completely free to use!! as long as i’m credited and it’s not for commercial purposes, go wild!! do whatever you want!!!

no i didn’t make these for isat’s 1 year anniversary this is just wildly good timing.

i genuinely can’t fit all of these cgs in one post even with the 30 image limit on browser, but i’ll still try to fit Most of them below the cut (without making this post horrifically long), along with some notes that might be important 👍

okay! once again, i labeled all of the custom art as such in the drive(UPDATE. NNOT TRUE ANYMORE. reformatted file names to be easier to mod in auau. apologies!), but if you want a full list, the customs are hatless siffrin jackpot, bonnie jackpot, bonnie special attack, bigfrin attack, and a bunch of alts which are definitely not related to any projects i’ve been thinking about don’t worry about it. and out of those customs, only like. 3 of them are actually completely from scratch.

while i did my absolute best to keep the aspect ratios completely the same as the originals, there’s 3 exceptions that i just couldn’t get to work.

isabeau’s hair in his special attack cg wouldn’t fit in frame if i kept things completely accurate to the og, so i moved his cg down a bit. it shouldn’t cause any issues with modding or anything, it’ll just appear slightly lower than it does in game. alas…

isabeau’s sleeve and mirabelle’s hair made their jackpot sprites a little larger than the originals? i’m hoping this doesn’t have too much of an effect (since the jackpot sprites have inconsistent sizes) but i can’t test this myself unfortunately. aaa feel free to let me know on discord if any problems arise!!

i managed to fix these, so they aren’t going to cause problems now, but my original drawings for mirabelle and siffrin in the final attack scene were a pain in the ass to fix. mirabelle’s sprite was slightly too talk to fit in frame and siffrin’s hat whacked bonnie in the face while i was editing everyone together. i’m only mentioning this because it took like an hour and a half to fix them and finish the scene.

all that aside, these were a fucking BLAST to work on. apparently this ended up taking 57 hours over exactly 10 days. which is a little worrying if you do the math on that but somehow i have not burnt myself out. i will be doing enemies at some point!!! but probably not for a little bit. i think my friends will actually kill me if i don’t take a break.

once again, happy birthday isat. you’ve ruined my life and i wouldn’t have it any other way (silly).

also, on an actual serious note, this little timeloop game has genuinely changed my life for the better? you guys are probably sick of hearing it at this point (or maybe not, i don’t talk about myself That Much. i hope), but i was practically a ghost for about 2 years before joining this fandom. it’s a little surreal to suddenly have friends (plural!!!) and people who Care about me, or even know i exist, honestly. it’s weird!! in a good way!!!

i don’t think i would’ve ever come back to social media if this community wasn’t so welcoming. i’ve met a lot of really great people through this game!!! so, uh, thank you isat, i guess. here’s to another year.

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ ORANGE THEORY: TRIO MONSTER

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "It seems that if your lover peel an orange for you without you asking him first, then that means they really love you, since they can do things for you without you even asking they for that."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : Male! Reader (can be trans or cis), MLM, homo relationship, man x man relationship, Sanji and Zoro bickering in their scenarios, it's mentioned that the reader likes orange and likes food in general, gay being used in a way to make the other embarrassed (not using for you), term men-kisser, Sanji is a little pervert about your male body (nothing too weird), a lot of terms and nicknames for male people

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1,6 in all, 300 for Luffy, 772 for Sanji and 576 for Zoro

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : So lol I wanted to do this one because I saw a lot of those one week, then I though was fair for boys having that too. I planned to post this some week ago, but I passed through a lot of things so I got a little unmotivated, but now since I have 700 followers from the night to the day I think I have to give everyone more content, so hm here it is, for all those people... Jesus this is scary, I'm still gonna make an official post for celebrating the followers, but I'm planning a thing for that so maybe it will take a while, but it's coming and with some present for you guys. Enjoy!

➤ Luffy

Naive of you to think that you would need to go to Luffy, the moment you appear on the deck with an orange for your snack, your boyfriend is already on top of you with his arms wrapped around your waist and drooling all over the fruit.

“Hey (y/n), did you get it for me?” He would ask laughing as you huffed at his insatiable hunger.

“No, for me, why would I get it for you?” You said feigning anger with a pout on your lips.

“Because…” Luffy made a hurt face, with big puppy dog eyes and a truly hurt pout. “Because you are my boyfriend and your duty is to feed me!” He said irritated and rocking you in his arms.

You just laughed, Luffy almost never called you his boyfriend, only at appropriate times for him, like now. The boy might have an airhead, but he knew that using titles like that would make you melt and fulfill his every desire.

“That goes for you too” you snorted, offering him the orange “You’re also my boyfriend so you should feed me too” you said laughing at his logic, but still finding it cute.

Luffy just let you go and took the orange in his hands, you were distracted to answer something to Usopp and took your eyes off the boy. Soon you felt him poking you and when you turned around you found Luffy offering you half of the peeled orange.

"Here! Now we’re even, you fed me and I fed you!” He said laughing as he stuffed half of the orange into his mouth and ran off to do something else.

Simply leaving you there with half an orange in your hand, red cheeks and a racing heart. Besides, of course, the obvious certainty that you loved Luffy.

➤ Sanji

It's impossible for Sanji to leave you hungry, he has a biological clock that works solely to always give you treats and small snacks between important meals. It's easier for you to get tired from eating so much than to actually get hungry around this man, especially when you're his boyfriend, and therefore his number one priority.

You had just helped Nami and received one of her precious oranges as a reward, so you decided it was a good snack until lunch time that was approaching. You entered the kitchen and sat at the counter, placing your orange there so you could eat.

“Do you need anything my beloved (y/n)-kun?” Sanji asked, looking at you over his shoulder as he continued preparing for lunch.

“No, I just wanted to stay here with you for a while” you answered him with a smile, Sanji didn't usually let you help him with most of the main meals, he said that the pressure of having to finish the meal on time for everyone was bad for your skin. He would prefer that you could cook calmly and calmly, making meals without a delivery date. That's why you usually only watched him cook the main meals, already knowing that he would refuse your help.

“You are so lovely Mon ange, I am so lucky to have you” he said, sighing dramatically with heart eyes as he turned to you with a lovestruck face, he quickly noticed your orange with curious eyes. "An orange?"

“Huh? Oh yes, I was helping Nami and she gave me one” you explained to him, knowing that he would be curious that you had a snack that he didn't give you.

Before any other movement was made, you heard Nami calling you on the main deck urgently. You huffed angrily and got up, telling Sanji that you would be right back while he opened the kitchen door to resolve whatever situation they needed from you.

When you came back a few minutes later, sitting at the counter again, you noticed that your orange was gone. You looked around looking for the fruit, it wasn't anywhere else on the counter, nor on the table, nor had it fallen on the floor or anywhere nearby.

“Sanji? Have you seen my orange?” You asked, not remembering taking the fruit with you.

“Just a moment my dear” Sanji said, still fiddling with something with his back to you. Confused, you followed his order and waited in silence.

Then your blonde boyfriend turned around and handed you a plate with your orange, but very different from the orange you had initially left. Now it was completely cut and all the pieces separated, that white part that you always complained about was gone and the slices were positioned to form a heart, in addition to, of course, a toothpick stuck into them with a heart design on top.

“You already work so much with those idiots, you shouldn't tire your beautiful male hands…” Sanji said and quickly fell silent, you felt like he was going to say a perverted sentence but he held himself back to keep the moment cute.

“Ah, Sanji, this is so cute” you said, observing the dish that was so well crafted, you hadn't even asked him and yet he did everything as if it were his duty. “Thank you for that love,” you said smiling at him.

Sanji stared at you in silence for a few minutes with flushed cheeks and a shy smile... and then he lost control.

“Ah, my dear (y/n)-kun! Please don't waste your compliments on me! Oh, you are such a kind man! A true gentleman! I could do anything you want my beloved prince! I will serve you all the days of my life and protect your beautiful strong manly body! Oh you are so sexy my dear (y/n)-kun! You are the most handsome man on the entire planet, I am so lucky to be your boyfriend! Please marry me and be my husband!”

You didn't even need to react as Zoro entered the kitchen yawning. “Can you stop being gay, cook? There are people wanting to have lunch”

“Who are you calling gay you little shit?!” Sanji shouted angrily.

“You, man-kisser,” Zoro shot back angrily.

“Listen here, the only man I kiss is my beloved (y/n)-kun and I would rather die than kiss anyone other than him!”

“Still a man-kisser” You decided to ignore them fighting while you ate your oranges… Sanji might be a bit exaggerated but you knew he loved you and you loved him even more.

➤ Zoro

You plopped down next to your boyfriend, sitting next to him against the ship. He complained with a huff about you disturbing him in his nap, since you were practically lying on top of him. So he decided to open his eyes to see what you were doing.

There you were smiling as you held an orange in your lap, you looked beaming as you shouted something to Luffy and Chopper in the distance on the other side of the ship.

"What is that?" Zoro asked about his fruit.

“Hmm? Snack” you said smiling childishly “Sanji gave it to me when I said I was hungry, cool right?” You said excitedly, when it came to eating you were always happy.

But the mention of the cook made Zoro lose all the excitement he gained seeing his cuteness, what was that stupid cook thinking? Sure, Sanji practically hated men and would never be with one, but you were still Zoro's boyfriend! Sanji couldn't just be nice to you like that! That was only the swordsman's right!

You seemed to ignore your boyfriend's instant bad mood, you didn't usually care about Zoro's jealousy, always saying that he exaggerated too much sometimes. Not that it was a lie, but that didn't stop him from feeling jealous. He snorted thinking about millions of things, did you like the cook more because of his kindness?

While you were distracted screaming and talking to your captain about something stupid, Zoro stole the orange from your lap and started peeling the fruit as best he could, after all his anger told him to throw that fruit into the ocean or else throw it at the head of that idiot blonde.

When you stopped talking and went to get your fruit you noticed it was missing, you immediately became desperate for having lost your snack. “Zoro, have you seen my orange?!” You asked looking at your boyfriend, had Luffy caught her while you were distracted?

When you looked over at Zoro, you found him offering you a piece of orange, which was now peeled in his lap and he was separating the slices.

“Huh? Why is this out of nowhere?” You asked curiously, of course Zoro also had his moments of kindness, but you thought there was something behind this action today.

"Do you want it or not? I thought you liked gentle men” he said irritably as his face turned red and a frown formed on his face.

“Huh?” You had to think for a few seconds, but soon you connected all the dots. “Oh! Were you jealous of Sanji? Oh, aren’t you a cute boyfriend?”

"Shut up idiot!" Zoro shouted as he angrily shoved the piece of orange into your mouth, forcing you to chew and swallow the fruit.

You continued laughing as Zoro cursed you and tried to make you swallow all the orange he peeled for you. Whether he was trying to feed you or kill you, you didn't know.

“Sanji! Zoro is trying to kill (y/n) by choking on an orange!” Luffy shouted, amused by the scene.

“Zoro, stop wasting my orange!” Nami shouted angrily at him.

In the end Zoro decided that he would be the one to bring you snacks, every time you went too long without eating he would show up with something stolen from the kitchen. He had to make sure he marked his territory and let you know he could be gentle too.

[hotchfiles]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ the mood i'm in ❞ ─ an adhd chronicles blurb

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!adhd!reader. summary: sometimes rearranging a whole entire closet is a biological need. content warnings: fluff, adhd antics (i'm diagnosed don't try to come for me) word count: 600+. a/n: this was requested by @ficmeoutofthisworld and i felt the need to make a blurb!verse of it, so expect more fluff for these three 🩵 & the idea of jack calling you honey came from honey is for love by @angellsell

      “Daddy, honey has that weird look again.” Aaron can’t help but smile at his little boy, putting the files he was working on down on his desk, telling him to come closer with his hands. Jack had gotten into the habit of calling you honey very early on in your relationship, that being one of the pet names Aaron used the most when talking to you. It was too endearing to correct him, even after you moved in. You both just let the boy be, knowing that he would call you by name once he got older.

      You didn’t mind him not calling you mom or any of its variants, even if the relationship you shared now was much alike mother and child, Jack didn’t remember a lot of Haley by himself, he was too little, but Aaron always did his best to keep her memory alive in him, so if for his young mind it was easier to call you a pet name, you would take it every single time with a smile. And so would Aaron. 

      “What look, buddy?” He asks even though he’s sure he knows the answer, having been through that a few times over the last two years. 

      “She’s staring at my stuff and sitting on the floor.” Bingo. Every once in a while you would get obsessed with something, it made sense after you were diagnosed with ADHD and he learnt how to accommodate you properly, but for a while it was just a big clash of his organized and controlling nature and your chaotic mind. 

      “Let’s see what she needs, okay?” Jack nods, leading the way with his dad closely behind. They find you exactly as his boy explained to him, sitting with your legs crossed on the floor, staring at his wardrobe so attentively it might scare the unknown eye. 

      “Darling? What’s going on?” He asks without entering the room, not wanting to invade your space before you called him in, instead he decided to lean on the door frame, observing you with his kind eyes.

      “I want to rearrange all of Jack’s clothes but we need more hangers for that and I don’t want to go to the store just to buy hangers, but I also can’t get up to go to the kitchen and check what else we need.” You answered quickly, finishing your ramble with a huff, dropping your shoulders and looking at your fiancé with a pout that made him get closer to you, offering his hands so you could have some support while getting up, you lazily do it, being embraced by him as soon as your feet touch the ground. 

      “Go watch something with Jack, okay?” His tone is always soft, as if your conversations, even the silliest and mundane ones, were secrets for you two to keep. He knew you too well, so he prevented the whine he knew would come–you wanted to get this done, you needed to rearrange Jack’s clothes or the itch in your brain wouldn’t leave–and he did so by holding both of your cheeks with his hands, making you look at him. “I’ll make the shopping list and then you both can go to Target while I get some reports done.” You nod happily, his hands moving with your head. 

      Telling you to watch something with Jack could seem like a mindless choice of words, but it wasn’t, Aaron knew you were feeling stuck and how bad that made you feel, you needed a dopamine kick before you could do something, and no better way for that than colorful silly shows with your favorite boy.

      By the time he’s done with the shopping list, you had already started another important project: Napping on the couch with Jack. So he leaves it attached with a magnet on the fridge, gives you both soft forehead kisses and goes back to work, not minding the fact he did it quickly for no reason, happy you were resting and that it was done for when you decided to shop.

[sanzaibian]

Congrats on 1,000! I was hoping you could give me a haircut! I always wondered what if look like with a pompadour or soemthing like that

“Welcome to the normal barbershop ! Thank you for choosing our service !” You are welcomed as soon as you set foot inside the building. “You will be accompanied by Rilaj Mam, an associate of Dr. Davod, who is known for having studied all sorts of arts of the hair. - Please call me Rilaj, using mam makes me feel old !” A voice is being heard from further inside the shop. - Sorry, but it’s in your namecard !”

As those two bicker, you approach the place where this mysterious man is, and find a quite small man, dark-skinned, folded eyes, and silky black hair arranged in a man bun – although the rest of the head is flawlessly shaved down to the skin. He wears colorful clothes, including a big bandana, and presumably the large hat and the pair of sunglasses that have been put down on the counter, all hiding what your trained eyes recognize as a ripped body.

But when you come just a little but closer, that short guy, presumably Rilajn suddenly turns to you – almost looking up to you – and smiles, full of kindness, though there is a tinge of malice behind his pitch black eyes.

“No matter ! I now have work to attend to !” He finishes the bickering, before addressing you. “I was waiting for you ! Please take place on this seat !”

You oblige, finding the seat to be extremely comfortable, much more than most barbershops you’ve ever been to. Almost too comfortable, considering this shop is temporary, after all… However, you’re here to relax and change hairstyles. Your hair has grown quite a lot since last time, and it’s about time you arrange it up. And trying a new style is just the cherry on top.

“So…” Rilaj, the barber, starts, coming with a bottle full of a weird black substance. “I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that… your hair is way too short to make a good enough pompadour. You should have come in like… two months or three to have enough length to do what you wanted.”

You look at him disappointed. As if to prove it, he takes a strand of hair from the very front of your mop and drops it down your face, only reaching the base of your nose. And this shop is going to be closed by the time you grow enough hair, so although you can always come to another later, shelling out money for what is simply a bit of a silly tryout feels pointless.

“However, the good news is that I have a way to make a great pompadour thanks to my very special technique. So… are you interested ?” The barber offers with a malicious voice.

Still taken by your disappointment, you don’t think much and, foolishly, you agree immediately. You see his smile grow, as you are regretting having agreed so quickly while not considering what this technique is.

“Great ! Well, we shall start with a bit of trimming, no ? ‘Cause your hair might not be long enough, but it still needs shaping for this new cut !”

He draws out clippers and installs on it quite a big guard. Then, he turns it on, and starts mowing at your hair, tufts of it dropping from the sides of your head. His cutting style is quite peculiar, though, using the clippers only bit by bit, tuft by tuft, as if he was cutting with scissors. However, when he has finished one side of your head, continuing by working on the back, letting yet more strands of hair fall, you notice that the result is very regular, with each hair the exact same short size.

Somehow, that unorthodox technique works, and you are left with a great and very soft carpet of hair – which you were able to feel once he put down the clippers. Then, he draws out some scissors, of which one side is shaped in a sort of comb-like structure. He explains to you how it will make your hair less dense, which will make it easier to style, and better able to receive the special technique.

As he chops down some hairs on top, making the remainder of the mop lighter, you notice how silent he is throughout the whole ordeal. Although he seems like quite a jovial guy, even quite chatty at times, he doesn’t seem to be like other barbers, pulling you into discussions about what you did recently, or other mundanities. But looking at his pitch black eyes, matching his pitch black hair, you feel a weird sense of… tiredness ? coming from him. You can’t quite describe it, but as is always said : the eyes are the door to the soul. And behind the eyes you feel a truly ancient soul.

“That’s about it ! Now we’re coming to the good stuff !” Rilaj suddenly pulls you out of your thoughts. “Let me just show you…”

He takes the bottle of black stuff in his hands, and presents it to you through the mirror, before uncapping it.

“This is what I call nuuch’ay ! Don’t try searching it, you won’t see anything about it on the web. It’s an old tradition from my people, forgotten today, but that is very potent.”

He starts dropping it on your hair. It has a very slimy texture, and drops slowly. Looking at its pitch black but slightly shiny form, it almost looks like rubber… Once the bottle is fully emptied out, he puts it away on the counter. You look at it and notice a label, on which there is something written. You can’t understand it, the letters spell words you haven’t seen anywhere, but you do note that the handwriting is very neat and elaborate. It’s the kind of style that would belong in a historical document.

“Now, let me just rub it all in, and then I’ll be able to… pull your hair out of your head, let’s put it like that.”

You are quite disturbed by this. As he is spreading the black goo, you’re wondering about what kinds of irreversible damage it would make to your hair… if it’s pulling out your hair, won’t it damage the follicles ? Destroy your hair, and making go bald when the hair inevitably drop ? But as you’re considering whether to flee as a matter of precaution, you find that you’re actually unable to move. You look at his eyes… still a deep, deep black hole…

You are now trapped.

Concentrated, Rilaj starts, as promised, pulling on your hair. He does it first in the front, and just as he starts pulling, you feel weird… as if he is pulling on other parts of your body. You look at yourself, and aren’t really able to notice anything that has change… but as he suddenly pulls a second time, you feel a bit weird in your belly.

He pulls once again. You feel… tighter, as if the flab that you had been accumulating over the years was being… pulled back. Another pull. This time, you feel weird in your jaw, a weird sense of tingling all over your face… and on point, you notice that, as he pulls another time, there is no more facial hair. If you could draw your hand to your face, you’re sure you would feel it to be all smooth.

He continues pulling, the pain and the tightness being felt on all parts of your body. You look up at your hair, and notice black strands, reaching far higher than they ever have… and they are stood perfectly. It��s a feeling that you’ve never had, and as he pulls yet another time, tightening your body yet again, you feel kind of… hot ? Like, you’re wearing a haircut quite elaborate, your face is devoid of beard… you feel beautiful, and, dare you think, cute !

He continues pulling out your hair, continuing to tighten everything in your body, as he starts combing your new longer hair. The comb goes higher, and higher, your body feels tighter and tighter, until he goes back to the rest of the hair, revealing a big, tall, but not obnoxious pompadour.

The definition of beauty and hotness.

And as he finishes combing the rest, the barber looks at you, smiling from a well done job, just like you are from a wonderful haircut. You are enamored by the pomp, so much that you fail to realize how big your clothes now are on you. You want to feel it, you want to touch it… but before you can make your hand reach, not even registering how you’re suddenly able to move, Rilaj blocks your arm.

“No, you can’t touch it just yet. It needs to dry up a little bit more before you can, else you will mess everything up.”

Dry ? You do as said, but that use of words does throw you for a loop. And your barber notice, since he then adds a few precisions.

“See, the nuuch’ay is derived from rubber, and we need to let it dry a bit before it can keep its shape. I have variants that dry a lot faster, but for hair, only this one gives out good results.”

Of course ! It’s rubber ! You knew it ! Especially now that you look again at your pitch black and slightly shiny pompadour, the same color as the short guy’s man bun. He goes to fiddle with his tools, putting away the comb, scissors and clippers, and drawing out another bottle full of that black thing… “nootcheye”, was it ? Whatever, that rubber thing he put on your head.

Feeling he was finishing up, you feel like it’s appropriate for you to stand back up… but just when you are in a vertical position, you feel something dropping. You look below, your pants and your underwear are on the ground, your shirt being the only thing still hanging on, although it is by now only hovering around your body.

You cry in shock, drawing the attention of the barber, who smiles, almost mocking you – though you don’t feel anything truly mean about it.

“Oops ! I guess I didn’t consider that law from that one smart French guy – what was his name… Lavoisier ? yeah, Lavoisier’s law of conservation of matter.” He half-mocks, sticking out his tongue.

You glare at him, growing angry.

“Okay, okay, don’t need to be this upset ! I was going to explain how the nuuch’ay works before you left anyway !” He throws his hands up in surrender. “Basically, it’s just stretching your body so that the hair is higher, so it had to take mass from somewhere else – that somewhere being your fat, mostly. « The nuuch’ay is currently keeping your body stretched, meaning that you will stay like that for quite a while. However, once it completely dries up, it will crack and then your body will go back to normal, whence why I couldn’t use the instantly drying up nuuch’ay.”

He starts helping you out of your shirt, revealing a lithe body, one that you hadn’t seen since early puberty. Although you can see muscles, they lack any definition, and are only revealed by the low amount of body fat you now have. By all definitions, you can now call yourself a definite twink. No matter how much of one you already were, by now there is no mistake, with how hairless and skinny you are.

“It should last about a month or two, I didn’t check when I made this bottle, but if you want to end it early, you have to warm your hair up with, for example, a perming machine.” He continues to explain, as he starts uncapping his other bottle of ‘nootcheye’. “But until then, your hair will stay exactly like this, no matter how much you squeeze it, wash it, or mess it up !”

As if to prove his point, he squeezes down your pompadour, and as he removes his hand it bounces back into place, as if nothing had happened. Bewildered, you let your hand reach your hair, messing it up in more and more extreme ways, but like rubber, it always gets back to its place. It just feels… surreal.

“By the way, we don’t have any spare clothes for you – all the spare are made for bigger people – so I will use this bottle to create clothes. Don’t worry, I have great taste.”

He pours the bottle of nuuch’ay he had in his hands, and it spreads over all your body, from your neck down to your feet, creating a big, black, shiny jumpsuit. But as it settles, red accents and multiple crevasses appear, until it has formed into a kind of black leathery tunic, one that you would more readily see in fetish publications than in the street.

But you love it.

And under the smile of Rilaj Mam who artfully wanders out of the field of view, you take a photo to commemorate that new hairstyle, that new shiny black pompadour.

But before you go out of the barbershop, after having collected your bag and your unfortunately big clothes, Rilaj stops you.

“Sorry to bother you, but could you grant me a favor ?” He draws out a short red cigarette. “I found that thing when I went to Tokyo a few weeks ago, and I think your uncle might be interested in it.”

You look at him shocked when he suddenly mentions your uncle – especially knowing the unfortunate fate he suffered.

“Now, don’t make this face. I knew who you were ever since I saw your name booking this haircut, that’s the reason I chose to cut your hair. That guy at the welcome desk can attest that I’m very selective with my clients.” You hear a frustrated ‘yes’ from far away. “But if you have any questions, ask them to him, I won’t say anything he doesn’t want me to. After all, he is the only one who has the right to answer them...”

Hearing his tone, it feels as if he wanted you to ask questions to your uncle… Does he feel smart for trying to so blatantly manipulate you ? Or does he realize that you can’t ask questions to your uncle and expect a coherent answer anymore ?

“And, seriously, don’t use that cigarette. You saw how potent the nuuch’ay is, and this is more insidious. On that, send my regards to your uncle. Xtiqaatz’at chik na qii’.”

Without waiting for you to react, he leaves out the door, leaving more questions than answers.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Cheshire behind the cut; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“You can think about it for a little, if you wanna,” Billy offers, not sure what else to say aside from maybe suggesting committing lab-arson, which the other genomorphs probably don’t deserve even if Dr. Desmond and whoever wrote Lynn’s uploads almost definitely does. “Or you can pick one way now and then the other next time, it’s fine to change your mind and all.” 

Lynn stares at him for a moment longer, then just turns stiffly back to the sink and goes back to washing the dishes. 

Well, Lynn just doesn’t really like to talk all that much, Billy’s still pretty sure, so it’s fine. It’s not like Lynn didn’t hear him, so it’s just up to the other what he does or doesn’t do about the dishes. 

They should do a chore chart, maybe, Billy reflects, mulling the idea over briefly. Do chore charts actually work, or is that just a TV thing? It’s probably worth a try either way, he guesses. Like, even if it’s mostly a TV thing, if it works it works, right? 

Though Lynn might think it’s stupid or not like it. But also doing chores is supposed to be good for kids, Billy guesses. Like–he’s always really hated them, because mostly when he had to do chores it was foster families pawning off all the housework on their foster kids or whatever, but . . . yeah. He didn’t mind doing things like cleaning up his room or clearing the dishes or things like that, before, so . . . yeah, again. And the League got them a really nice apartment, so keeping it nice is important, he thinks. 

Also, it’s just the two of them, and nobody’s gonna be screaming at either of them if it does get kinda messy sometimes, so . . . 

Just–yeah. 

Again. 

Later thing either way, Billy reminds himself. They’re still not figuring out everything day one, no matter how much he thinks about it. Maybe they can do up the chore chart together and that’ll be easier, and Lynn won’t mind it as much and–

He’s really nervous, Billy re-realizes resignedly for about the thousandth time of the day. Like way too nervous. So like, he needs to calm down about that. Kids pick up on that kind of thing, for one, even if they don’t get what it’s actually about. 

Lynn finishes up washing the dishes–or at least the dishes so far, anyway–and then starts wiping down the counters instead, and Billy feels dumb for not thinking of doing that himself and then goes looking for the broom because his parents always swept after they wiped down the counters, and also because it seems like a better idea than interrupting Lynn again to offer to do the counters. And it’s teamwork this way, he figures, which Lynn probably needs to get used to? Billy’s not sure if Cadmus would’ve taught him much about teamwork. Or, um . . . literally anything at all, considering. 

Then again, about five seconds into Lynn waking up for the first time Aqualad and Robin and Kid Flash talked him into being their new best friend and starting a superhero team with them, so maybe he’s already figured it out. 

. . . well, the practice can’t hurt anyway, Billy figures, and then finally finds the broom in a weird out-of-the-way side closet and brings it back to sweep the kitchen floor with. Lynn stares blankly at it for a moment, then stares blankly at him for a moment, and then goes and puts the cookbook away. 

Billy sweeps, humming contentedly to himself, and makes sure to get all the corners. Lynn watches him blankly and doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t seem upset or anything so Billy figures he’s doing an okay enough job. 

Maybe he needs to look up how to do chores better, actually. He always got the windows all streaky when he did them in foster care, and he didn’t care there but he definitely cares if Lynn won’t get as much sun or will feel like Billy doesn’t care about keeping the apartment nice for him or–

He’s still way too nervous, Billy re-realizes, and then just makes himself stop worrying and just goes and grabs plates and silverware and puts them all on the coffee table. He sets it kinda like a kitchen table and gets them both a glass of water and brings over the shiny little napkin holder Batman bought them too, because he’s still not sure the actual kitchen table won’t be too much pressure but Lynn went to all the trouble of cooking so they should at least use, like, actual dishes and stuff for it. It looks nicer, and hopefully it’ll make Lynn feel appreciated. 

Lynn watches him the whole time and doesn’t say anything, and then goes and turns a dial on the oven and then sticks in the salmon and asparagus too. He doesn’t set any timers or check the potatoes or anything, which is what Billy’s used to seeing people do while they cook, but he still seems like he knows what he’s doing. He does it all a little unfamiliarly, but–otherwise, yeah. 

Billy doesn’t really know what to talk about right now, honestly, and has to resist the urge to go fiddle with . . . things. Something, he doesn’t know. Maybe he should go look at the potatoes? Or maybe they could reiterate the “no” talk or he could mention the chore chart idea so Lynn knows he’s planning on trying it later and can think about it in advance, or maybe he should ask Lynn if the other’s thought of anything he thinks they need or that he just wants to have around, or maybe he should just calm down for five minutes and just be okay being quiet for five minutes, geez. He’s already been talking Lynn’s ear off as it is. 

He’ll figure out if Lynn likes quiet or maybe will be more talkative once he gets comfortable or maybe just won’t mind noise in general, obviously. Like–unless Lynn decides he’s terrible and he hates the apartment and his room and the library and the diner and Tawky and–no, no, now he’s really being dumb. Nobody’d ever hate Tawky.

[greytongue]

random prompt: massage

cw/themes: no smut. leon never stretches, so you help him with that. then you give him a massage. he’s touch starved. he falls asleep. slightly established relationship? y’all like each other and you know the feelings are mutual. ambiguous gender reader

-

leon took poor care of his body. sure, he’s an active guy and eats relatively healthy. but taking the time to focus on his aches and pains and flexibility is where he lacked.

you’d hear him let out the occasional grunt or groan anytime he had to kneel, bend over, anything really. especially after a mission is when he complained the most. so, you set it upon yourself to take care of his physical ailments after another gruff mission.

“i really don’t need this.” he sighed, begrudgingly removing his shirt at your command.

“you /think/ you don’t, but i’m starting to believe i know your body better than you do.” you grabbed the body oil from under the master bathroom sink, and headed back into the bedroom where leon was shifting awkwardly.

“okay, so,” you sat the bottle on the night stand, “go ahead and hop up on the bed, but don’t lay down yet. get on your knees, i’m gonna have you stretch real quick.”

he hummed out an affirmative and proceeded to kneel on the bed as you had instructed, you followed him also, settling behind him.

“alright…” your hands skimmed his broad, yet tense, shoulders, to get a feel for what you’d be dealing with. he sighed and hung his head at just being touched. you frowned slightly at this. you guided him through multiple upper body stretches to warm his body up before you’d be handling the muscles.

“feel alright so far?”

“yeah, this is fine.” he rolled out his shoulders a bit, already feeling a difference.

“great,” you flashed a smile. “go ahead and lay down, i’m gonna start working on your shoulders first and then making my way down.” you scooched off the bed to grab the oil, coming to a stand on the side leon laid at.

“this might feel a bit weird,” you poured the liquid in your hands. “but it’s just so it’ll make it easier for me to do this. ready?” he nodded and you got down to business.

leon shivered as the body oil made contact with his skin. “sorry if my hands are cold.” your eyebrows furrowed apologetically, thumbs circling out a knot in his shoulder blade.

“mm-mm, feels nice..” he groaned in delight as you worked out the muscles in his upper body, placing a small kiss on his pale skin before moving from the right shoulder to the left and massaging the knots out. you began working your way down, with some trouble however. you couldn’t leverage yourself right with how you were standing.

with some hesitation, you proceeded carefully, “hey, is it alright if i, uh.. straddle you? it’s just so i can get a better angle.”

“mm, do whatever you need to.” he slurred out. you didn’t realize that he was half asleep while you were doing all this. you smiled, swinging your leg to rest your knees on either side of him and gently placed your weight down, continuing your ministrations. you slowly work his muscles as you go down, placing chaste kisses once you’re finished with a certain section of his strong back. he’s letting out soft sighs and moans and it has you smiling. you’re happy that you can give this worn-out man some peace.

once you’re finished with the entirety of his back, you rub in the excess oil into his skin. slowly moving your hands back and forth along his back, making sure everything is fully moisturized. you hum contently, now finally finished.

you gently place your hands on his shoulders, signaling you’re done. “okay leon- oh.”

what do you know, he’s fallen asleep. he looks.. peaceful. his eyes are closed and you can see his pretty long lashes perfectly this way. his eyebrows are usually furrowed in concentration or stress, which you always comment he’s giving himself premature wrinkles, but they’re relaxed now. you can see his upper back falling up and down slowly from his breathing, his plump lips slightly agape.

you snicker to yourself and pat his back, climbing off the bed carefully and pulling the duvet onto him. once you’re finished tucking him in, you pet the strands of hair from his bangs out of his eyes and press a kiss to his temple.

“sleep well, kennedy.”

[destinationtrekk]

Albert Wesker NSFW Alphabet

a/n: not edited, and i included links to ones already answered in asks so this wasn't a million scrolls long

nsfw below the cut, 18+ only

masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 aftercare with wesker 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wesker is an ass and thighs man. He’s staring you down in your uniform behind his sunglasses, and don’t be surprised if you have to repeat yourself when you’re sitting close to him and wearing shorts. If you shake your ass when he’s fucking you from behind he’s heart eyes and drooling like a cartoon character. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He always asks to finish inside you. He’s not really into breeding all that much, he’s just obsessed with the way his cum leaks out of your hole and how it leaves his cock sticky and shiny when he pulls out. However he also isn’t a fan of mess or having to change the sheets every other day, so if he’s feeling really lazy he might even wear a condom just to make it easier on both of you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Panty sniffer. Why are you booing? I’m right. This guy has INSANE biological and physiological differences from a normal human, so excuse him if you just smell amazing. It isn’t a fetish or anything, don’t make it weird. He’s just able to smell you way past your preferred fragrance, and your natural scent drives him insane. Even better if you wear boxers because then HE can wear them and smell like you and– 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not very experienced when you first get together, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t good! He knows exactly what to do, and he’s watched you enough that he can memorize your tells and most sensitive spots pretty easily. He’s a fast learner. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face down ass up, by far. Sure, he loves you on your knees and he adores watching your face twist in pleasure, but being able to press you into the mattress while your ass jiggles against his torso– heaven. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a pretty serious guy. Not to say he doesn’t have his silly moments when the two of you are feeling especially loving and giddy, but he takes sex as an opportunity to share your devotion to one another, not as a game or way to simply pass the time 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

A little darker than his hair, but still noticeably blond. He keeps it trimmed pretty short. This goes back to his cleanliness like with cum– he wants to be presentable and also doesn’t want his entire groin wet and sticky when the two of you are finished. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends on what Wesker you like. STARS and uroboros!Wesker are heavy on sweet words and gentle, loving sex, while RE4 or 5!Wesker like it more rough and (dare I say) violent. Not mean!! They just prefer to leave their affection behind in bruises and bites rather than candle-lit confessions of love 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Honestly, doesn’t do it much. He never had a need for it before, and really didn’t have the time or energy either. Maybe when he was in STARS he had a little more time to indulge, but in general he would just rather have sex. On the rare occasion he does, though, he’s quick and efficient. Usually in the shower, to keep it clean, it’s done in a  few minutes and he goes about his day like nothing happened. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

wesker's kinks

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

STARS!Wesker not-so-secretly loves to fuck in his office. It’s a thrill keeping you both quiet and still being in your uniforms, random gear and holsters thrown about when you’re pawing at each other to touch skin. I think maybe RE5!Wesker likes to have quickies in the lab or his office, but it’s more of a power play for him to see you on your knees than anything else. Otherwise, most Wesker variations prefer the comfy bed 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He hates to admit it, but insubordination is a big one. He demands respect, but knowing you have an attitude and aren’t afraid to tell him off gets him rock hard. This is usually how quickies start as well. Another turn on is calling him by his titles (Doctor, Captain, Officer, etc). Once again, he’s a respected figure who earned his titles through work and bloodshed, so giving him this attention feeds his ego (and his massive dick) 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wesker will not permanently harm your body or psyche. He doesn’t want to you be his mind/fuck slave, and he won’t have you crawling around after him begging for scraps of attention. He’s with you because he respects you on a fundamental level, so unless those are things you’re actually into, he wants to treat you with the respect you deserve. I also think he isn’t into food play, or any bodily functions in general. Once again, he’s a very clean and mindful person and making a mess doesn’t suit him. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving to giving, but that isn’t to say he doesn’t love both! He enjoys knowing you feel good and he’ll do anything to see you moan and arch your back, but he just adores how you look kneeling in front of him with big teary puppy eyes while he fucks your throat

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He enjoys a good mix of both. He works so often that he usually doesn’t have energy for a rough session, so generally he takes his time and wants it to be sweet for both of you– other times he’s a beast and leaves you marked up for days with a barely-there limp from your sore hips

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Any Wesker loves a good quickie. Not on a regular basis since he’s so busy, but when the opportunity arises, he will absolutely take it. Whether it be in the lab, the office, in the field on a mission- if he has a spare 10 minutes, expect trouble in the form of his desperate hands and mouth.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s a big risk taker. He figures worse comes to worse, you didn’t like it and it won’t happen again. Like trying new kinks for the first time or having an especially risky quickie at work- sometimes he jerks off to the memory for a week, other times it’s a little awkward and humorous. He just sees them as trials that may or may not work out, just like everything else. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Insane stamina, much lower energy. He can go for hours if you asked him too, but the poor guy just doesn’t always have it in him. Technically, even tired, he has potentially limitless stamina with how the viruses affect his body, but he’s tired, okay? He needs a nap because he was up all night staring at reports

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He enjoys using toys! Vibrators are his go to because it’s easy to quickly overwhelm you with one, but he also really likes using ropes and plugs. He enjoys plugs a lot because he can keep you from dripping everywhere when he plans on round two later. He also loves to see you squirming and struggling when the ropes come out, and he especially loves when you use the ropes on him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Wesker is a world-class tease. It starts with smug looks and raised eyebrows that make you blush under his attention, then slowly devolves into his breath on your cheek while he’s trapped you against a wall. He’s got a track record of leaving subtle touches on your body when no one is looking, but it still leaves you a blushing mess when his hand finds your thighs under the table. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a shy little guy…. But God can he whimper and moan. He likes to keep himself quiet unless he’s teasing you with dirty talk, but if you get him comfortable or seriously out of his head, he’s loud as all hell. A complete mess, just babbling on about how good you feel, begging you for more, crying out and whining while you wring him dry. He’ll call you every pet name in the book just to beg you for whatever you’ll give 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I have a whole sub!wesker tag but… this man is a switch. He’s naturally dominant and commanding, even in bed, but when he feels safe and trusts you, he’s like putty in your hands. Whether he’s topping or bottoming, he’ll nuzzle into your skin and whimper like a puppy with every quiet word you coo at him. He’s into praise, hardcore, but he also enjoys a little (read: LITTLE) bit of degradation aimed at him when he can’t stop begging you for more. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 wesker below the waist... 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high! He works his ass off, be it STARS or Umbrella or Tri-Cell, so most often he comes home and collapses on the nearest soft surface before he’s up at the crack of dawn and back to the grind. It’s actually hard to get him to relax sometimes, so even when he does have time to fool around, his mind is going a mile a minute and he doesn’t always have it in him to stop thinking long enough to even get hard. Not to say you never do it, your sex life is very healthy– it’s just not on his mind every day  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll ass out after a good orgasm. You’ve even seen him fall asleep at his desk, head hanging limp against his chest, after a quickie before. If it’s late at night and you’re in bed, good luck getting him up long enough to take a shower

[myfeetrcolddd]

Avoidance

She had a problem. A problem by the name of Theodore Nott.

The two had been friends for years, since they both met on the train in their first year, even after she had been sorted in Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin like him.

But for the last year or so things had shifted between the two. A tension had wrapped itself around the pair of friends, lingering gazes and touches, interactions that toed the line between friendly teasing and flirting.

It was confusing to say the least, because while she had been sure of her feelings for her friend she was unsure of how he felt towards her.

Theo would be borderline flirting with her one moment, being far more touchy than a best friend ought to be and being far more protective, then the next moment he was chatting up a new girl before disappearing into a broom closest or his dorm.

Confused and hurt over what was happening she decided to put up boundaries, close herself off a little, maybe then she'd rid herself of these new found feelings for her best friend.

Though this was all easier said than done.

Walking into the great hall she made her way over to the Slytherin table, but instead of taking her usual seat pressed up against Theos side she sat between Enzo and Pansy, who welcomed her confused smiles but smiles nonetheless.

"Morning." She smiled to the group and they all greeted her back.

Theo had brushed this off, he couldn't expect her to sit beside him for every meal. But he found himself hating the way she had decided not to sit beside him anyway.

When she had finished her breakfast she excused herself from the table, and Theo did too, because they always left together and would walk around together before actually getting to class.

When he was finally beside her he reached for her hand to hold, something they always did, no matter what. But she evaded the touch, clasping her hands together in front of her.

He looked at her confused once again, but shrugged it off, because everyone has their off days.

They talked like they always did, conversation flowing easily between the both of them but Theo couldn't stop his hand from twitching with the need to grasp something, but since she wasn't going to hold his hand he decided standing as close as possible would have to suffice.

This she had allowed, because despite trying with all her might she couldn't deny that she missed his closeness. It was weird not to have him so close, but she had to do this because whenever he was so close she found herself pretending they were dating.

She almost forgot they were only friends a few times, almost because every time someone would say they looked like a "lovely couple" or anything along those lines Theodore would spend the next ten minutes explaining how they were only friends and how he basically saw her as a sister.

In class Theo had scooted his chair as close to her as possible, because that's just what he always did, and then he tried to put his arm around her chair like he always did, but instead of meeting his chair in the middle she stayed put, and instead of leaning back into his arm she sat as straight as possible, making sure her back wouldn't touch his arm. And their thighs that were normally pressed together seemed an ocean apart to him.

Theo frowned once more, even more confused as to what was happening to his best friend.

The rest of the day had went like this. With her avoiding any physical contact that wasn't needed and not flirting back with him, or not doing what she considered flirting back with him. She wasn't sure if Theo even knew he was flirting with her at this point.

After the last class of the day ended they had to split, Theodore went off to Quidditch practice while she had gone with Pansy down to the Slytherin common room.

While the two girls had sat on one of the many sofas in front of one fo the many fireplaces Y/N filled Pansy in on how she had been feeling, and her plan.

Pansy laughed loudly at what Y/N had said, covering her mouth to muffle it slightly, "I-I'm sorry, but is that why he's had this small frown on his face all day?" She asks and the Ravenclaw girl rolls her eyes fondly but nods her head. "You, Y/N L/N, are a mastermind."

"I know." She grinned, shrugging, earning another laugh from Pansy.

As if summoned Theodore showed up, standing behind the couch, "Ladies." He said smoothly as the two girls turned around to face him, though he greeted them both he kept his eyes on the one who was avoiding his touch.

"Hi Theodore." Pansy said with a slight smirk, not missing the way he hadn't taken his eyes off of the Ravenclaw girl once. Though that wasn't anything new. It seemed as though Theo could never quite taker her eyes off the girl, it was a surprise said girl hadn't noticed that.

"Hey Teddy." She smiled up at him, using the nickname for the first time today.

Theo felt something swell in his chest at the sound, he couldn't help it. Like he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the word.

He hoped over the back of the couch and slid into the seat right next to the girl. Wrapping one arm around her shoulder and the other around her middle in an effort to pull her impossibly closer to him.

While Pansy tried not to laugh out loud at Y/N flustered and startled face Theo had successfully sat his best friend practically on his lap.

Y/N cleared her throat and peeled Theos hands off her then stood, "Well-" She started, avoiding eye contact with Theo who had such a deep set frown Pansy was sure his face would freeze that way, "I think I'll get going now. I'll see you two at dinner!"

Then she scurried out of the snake pit as fast as she could and up to her own dorm.

Theodore sat there, frozen and confused. "What the fuck." He said, then he turned to Pansy, "D'you know what that was about?"

Pansy, who had a poorly hidden grin on her face, shrugged feigning ignorance. "Nope!" Theo glared at her but her resolve kept up so he huffed in annoyance before storming up to his dorm.

He endured three days of what he now considers his personal hell and it's be a lie if anyone at Hogwarts said they didn't notice.

Actually, it was hard not to notice. Things had changed for Theo, because sometimes Y/N wouldn't even eat at the Slytherin table anymore, and if she did she sat beside Pansy and someone-anyone- other than him. She no longer walked with him to class and he barely sat beside her in class.

Theo would walk to class like he wanted to set the whole castle on fire, and if he saw that his usual seat beside his beloved best friend was taken he'd sit behind them and glare lasers into the back of the poor students head.

And while almost every other student was scarred to even breathe the wrong way around the boy his friends found the entire thing incredibly amusing. Especially since Pansy had filled them all in on Y/N's behalf.

The Ravenclaw girl was sitting outside on the fourth day, enjoying the sun by herself as she sat on a bench and read her new book. The spot had nothing blocking the sun from her, not even clouds.

But then a large shadow came over her. She looked up to see a fuming Theodore with dark circles under his eyes and his normally messy hair was messier than usual, as though he had been tossing and turning all night then running his hand through it countless times.

Seeing him like this was no good. It just made her feel bad for putting a distance between them. Worst part was that it didn't work. She still had feelings for him and she was still longing for something more with him.

She opens her mouth to greet him but doesn't get the chance to get the first syllable out when he interrupts her, "Why've you been avoiding me?" He demands, his voice rougher and raspier than usual.

"I-" she huffed out a breath, she supposed there was no time like the present, and maybe confessing and rejection would help her get over him, "Because I like you Theo, and with you being all touchy then hooking up or flirty with some other girl. It confused me and I thought putting some space between us would help me get over you."

Theo went silent. He didn't know what to say, he didn't want to reject her, but he didn't know if he liked her back. She took his silence as an answer and sucked in a breath.

She had known being rejected would hurt, but she didn't think it would hurt that badly. She smiled up at him and tried her best not to cry. Closing her book she stood, "Nice talking to you Theo." She said before walking away and letting the tears fall.

She didn't go to breakfast the following morning, she didn't go to any classes, or any meals. Theo missed her presence entirely, because even though while she had put distance between the he could still see her, but now she wasn't there.

That night Theo realized something.

He realized he was an oblivious idiot. Because he hadn't treated Y/N as a best friend in years, instead he's been treating her like she was his girlfriend. And he'd seen her as his girlfriend, which was probably why he always thought of her when she wasn't around. Why when he was with another girl it was her he was thinking of, her he found himself wishing he were doing these things to.

Immediately he jumped out of bed, putting on shoes before he ran out of the Slytherin common room and up to Ravenclaw tower.

Answering the riddle with ease he bounded up the stairs to her dorm three at a time. By the time he was at her door he was breathless and red cheeked. He knocked gently and she answered right away.

She frowned looking up at the brown haired boy who lacked a shirt and was only wearing a pair of sweat pants and runner, "Teddy what are you-"

Theo pulled her by the waist and held her flush against him. Leaning down he kissed her, she froze, not sure what to do before she realized she was kissing him back.

uh don't really like this, go lazy with the ending.

sorry

[jenny-in-a-jar]

🌈 2 Days Until my Surgery 🌈

(Picture taken June 8th, 2024)

I'm very very excited for my surgery (it's my second gender affirming surgery but this one is more significant to me since it'll be top and bottom surgery) and I'm obviously counting the days until it and I thought some people might be interested in my trans journey 🏳️‍⚧️ I finished up most of the story yesterday so today I'll queerness bc it's pride month under the cut! 🌈🌈🌈

But you can read through my journey starting here

First, let's talk about this outfit. Yes, I bought the shorts and top at Spencer's and honestly you can easily find someone who matches it at a large enough pride event. But, it's hard for me to not be sentimental about it. Especially since I wore it at least once the last three years.

(Pictures taken June 11, 2022 and June 10, 2023)

And you can see how it and I have subtly changed these last three years of my transition. (Too bad I didn't have for my first year of transition but such is life 🤷‍♀️). And every year I get excited to wear it again!

Because being queer means a lot to me. I wasn't one of those people who always knew they were queer. But, I never felt connected to my cishet peers either. It's odd looking back and thinking about how my normal group of friends were cishet but at things like summer camp and then college I would quickly make friends with queer people. I really wanted to be like them but couldn't know why because I felt like I didn't deserve to be as cool and free as them.

But, when I let myself dive head into queerness I finally realized that I queer people are mostly awkward nerds and all of them just want to live their lives as fully honestly themselves. And that I could relate to. And that's what made it easy for me "to rip off the band-aid" and transition. It's what let me walk out into a world where I knew I would get hateful stares because I knew I wasn't alone. And seeing how other queer people's eyes light up when they see me showed me I made the right decision because I made them feel less alone too.

And making friends in the queer community is so much easier than in the cishet community. Because there's a lot more likelihood that they'll understand your awkwardness and admire your weirdness. I said earlier that I had gone to a few house parties and actually enjoyed myself for the first time. I think the best way to show why is this anecdote. I remember being in this circle of people standing around awkwardly silent and then someone said "I'm autistic and house parties make me uncomfortable can someone start talking?" and someone replied with how they felt the same way and how they felt the same way and then a conversation started about how hard parties are and social interactions in general but we were glad to be here and to try to connect with people.

And I love studying queer history a lot. Mostly because I'm curious how I would fit in to a time/culture in history. But also I love seeing how we don't fit in existed and how society understood our non-conformity. We have always existed. Queerness is part of the human condition.

The queer community is far from perfect. We all come from very different backgrounds and often have biases we need to work on. But, it's worth it to carve out your place in the community and to find people who understand and support you and to reciprocate for them. Because the alternative is being alone.

And we all deserve to feel loved, in whatever form you need. And because I'm feeling sentimental so here's a picture of me and my love 🥲

(Picture taken June 8th, 2024)

I have one last update before my surgery tomorrow where I'll look towards the future ✨

Next part

[leafnyx]

141 + Graves x Male reader general relationship H/C’s

SFW

(Sergeant reader)

Warnings: Probably ooc, internalized homophobia

Also sorry if the writing is weird, I wrote most of this a while ago and just finished it

(Also the writing gets a bit lazy near the end)

John Price

- He knew your strength when he accepted you into the 141, you were highly liked by all of your past captains, but he wanted to check himself if you were a good fit

- Price watched you train your first few weeks in the team and damn was he impressed

- Even after he knew you were good enough to be in the team, he didn't stop watching you

- He was immersed in how you trained, your smooth body movements, the way you could take someone down within a few seconds during sparring

- You caught him staring a few times, and he immediately turned away, his cheeks flushing red from embarrassment

- After a while he figured out he probably had feelings for you but he dismissed them, after all he's your captain and he's atleast a few years older than you

- He tried to distance himself from you, only talking when necessary for a mission

- When you brought it up to him, he would just simply reply that he's busy with work or he's stressed or literally any other excuse he could come up with on the spot

- After a while it would become decently obvious that he likes you

- He would continue watching you train, but this time try to be more secretive, it was still very obvious

- He would probably wait for you to make the first move

- Once you talk to him about it, he would immediately tell you that there's better people out there than him, that he's probably too old for you, ext.

- You continue to insist that you like him, and he would eventually accept, since he does like you back

- He would not want to tell anyone that you're dating, atleast not for a bit while you're getting used to it, after a while he might be more open to telling the rest of the 141

- You would sneak into his office during times where he was working alone and just hang out with him, talking about your day and anything that your able to talk about

- During a mission, the two of you had to share a bed in a safe house, suffice to say that after the mission was completed Price could not fall asleep without you by him

- He would ask, embarrassed, if the two of you could share a bed and you would quickly agree

- He would be fine being big or little spoon, though he would enjoy little spoon more since after a whole day of leading he would just want someone to lean on

- He would enjoy any moment of time the two of you could spend together since he's very busy

- Whenever he could he would make breakfast for you and leave it out on the counter with a sticky note with your name on it

- Everyone was trying to figure out who left the food for you while you just enjoy it quietly, knowing it was your boyfriend

- Price wouldn't be a big movie fan but he would be fine with watching a movie if it made you happy

- He would end up getting really into it though, pointing out any mistakes, cheering on the characters

- Especially if it was a war movie, he would talk and talk about any strategies the characters could use and explain what they did wrong and how they could have fixed it

- He would also love listen you you read out loud, his head laying on your thighs as he drifts off to sleep

- He would tell the others that he doesn't have favorites but they would quickly see how he always chose you to go with him or how he gave you the easier punishments when you messed up

- I feel like the rest of the 141 would pick up on you guys relationship very quickly, but they wouldn't really say anything about it, just watching how everything goes and waiting for you guys to tell them yourselves

- Except for Soap, he would constantly be making comments

- He wouldn't be a big pet name guy but he would definitely be calling you love constantly

- He would also give the best massages, they would leave you walking away feeling like a new man

John 'Soap' Mactavish

- When he first saw you he would immediately know he likes you

- He loves everything about your looks, how your uniform fits on you, your facial expressions, ext.

- And when he begins to talk to you he would love your personality too

- He would use every excuse possible to talk to you

- When your on base he would come up to you constantly and start making crappy jokes just to get a reaction out of you

- When on a mission he would talk to you on coms while things are going slow

- Though his dumb banter though, he would try to find out things about you like your past or even your favorite food

- And he would remember every bit of information you give him

- He would confess to you while you were out drinking with the 141

- It would just be some off handed remark about how hot he thinks you are and that he likes you and then he would just move on to the next thing he wants to say

- It would leave you and the rest of the 141 shocked

- You would tell him about it the next morning, him having completely forgotten about it, but he wouldn't try to deny anything, he would just agree with what he said the previous night, albeit a bit embarrassed that he just let it slip

- imborredandwanttolookatthings

- And once you tell him that you like him back he would be so happy

- Like picking you up and spinning you around happy, no matter how tall you are or how much you weigh

- He would immediately begin to brag to everyone about how the two of you are dating

- He would immediately shut up if you don't like it though

- Soap would try to spend even more time with you now that you're officially dating

- The guy would be following you around constantly like a lost puppy

- Unless he has something to do, if so he would be whining and complaining the whole time until he can see you again

- When on missions he would beg for Price to let the two of you go together anywhere

- He would be decently protective of you on missions, like he knows you can 100% defend yourself and kill anyone in your way but he's just worried

- If you got hurt during a mission he would immediately take you to get patched up after you finish all the important stuff

- He would then cling to you somehow even more

- until you fully recover

- He would loveee to cuddle, like Price he would be fine with being either the big or little spoon but prefer little

- In the end it's whatever you want though

- He would do anything for you

- If anyone tried to flirt with you he would simply just glare at them until they leave

- Either that or he would purposefully come over and hug you, calling you all sorts of cute nicknames hoping for the person to get the fact that the two of you are dating

- Would love pet names

- Sugar, Sweetheart, Love, Punpkin, you name it, he will call you by it

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

- Would just view you as another member of the team at first

- He wouldn't really notice anything special about you until the two of you begin to talk

- You two go on a mission together, at some point you just have to wait for who knows how long for people to arrive

- The two of you begin to talk and get to know each other

- This is when he starts liking you

- After the mission ends, he begins to hang out with you more

- Whenever he sees you on base he's come up to you and start a conversation

- He enjoys watching you train the new recruits

- He'll be standing off to the side of the field watching you, when you notice him he'll just wave to you cans continue shamelessly watching

- He's a very easy person to get along with, since he's very calm and chill most of the time

- He'd confess to you by getting you flowers and asking you out on some sort of romantic date

- When vou accent. he'll be ecstatic but try his best to

- When you accept, he'll be ecstatic but try his best to seem calm about the answer, though his insane happiness is very obvious

- He'll dress his best for the date, wanting it to turn out good

- When he sees you, in your fancy clothes, he immediately gets flustered but tries his best to hide it

- He will treat you like a king the whole time you guys are out on the date, opening doors for you, pulling out your chair, ext. Even if you tell him he doesn't have to, he enjoys treating you well

- He will listen to you talk patiently, not speaking up unless you tell him to or to let you know he's listening, he just enjoys hearing you talk

- But if you don't like talking very much, he'll take complete lead of the conversation, but still ask you thinks to get to know you better

- For the next few days after the date, he'll immediately start blushing whenever he sees you

- He would warm up to physical affection quickly, giving you hugs randomly

- He would also be fine with big or little spoon but prefer being the big spoon

- He'll run his fingers through your hair when the two of you are hugging or lying together

- If you have long hair he would loosely braid it, finding the repeated motions calming

- Overall a very calming presence

- Usually

- Sometimes he can get out of hand, if he ever does just kiss him and he'll shut up immediately

- When on missions he wouldn't really protect you, he would look out for you definitely but he trusts you to protect yourself

- If you ever tell him you need help though he'll do anything he can to help you

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

- When you're first introduced to the team, Ghost doesn't really care about you

- He'll make no effort to talk to you unless needed, it takes a while for him to warm up to new people

- He will only really get close to you after a few months of you being on the team and a few missions together

- Then he'll begin to talk to you once in a while

- He'd admire your work and how well you are able to get the enemy down and taken care of

- He wouldn't know that he's developed a crush on you until someone points it out to him

- Like he'll be talking to Soap about how good you are at your job and stuff and Soap will literally have to yell at him that he has a crush on you and even then he'll deny it

- But he'll be thinking about what Soap said and after a week or two he'll realize that he does actually have a crush on you

- But he won't act on it, atleast not for a while

- Like Price, I think he would wait for you to tell him you like him

- When you do he would seem very calm, but under the mask he's a blushing mess, very happy

- When the wrong of you start dating, he doesn't outwardly tell people but at the same time doesn't mind if people find out

- He isn't a big physical touch person but if you like it he'll learn to be okay with it

- He would be the big spoon, hugging you with a firm grasp

- It would take a while for him to feel comfortable enough to take his balaclava off in front of you, but when he does it means he truly trusts you

- If you compliment his face or even say something remotely positive about it he will melt

- He loves putting his face into your hair while the two of you are snuggled up together

- Not really a pet name guy

-But he would make a nickname for you from your name

Phillip Graves

- At first Graves didn’t really notice you, you were just another rookie in the shadows

- But as you moved up the ranks, becoming a Sargent, he began to recognize you

- He watches you train often, but plays it off as just him watching the team as a whole practice

- But everyone knows he’s just there for you

- You know that he liked you when he begins to banter with you over comms (playfully)

- He’ll make jokes and play fight back and forth

- And he’ll also try to hang out with you more at base

- But he refuses to acknowledge or admit to himself that he likes you

- I mean he’s a guy, and he would like another guy that’s gay, and he’s not gay

- Or atleast he refuses to believe it

- He was raised religious so he doesn’t have a good view of the lgbtq+ community

- He finally confesses when he’s drunk as hell at a party after a successful mission

- You accept the confession, also being drunk, and it leads to the two of you sharing a bed for the night

- When he wakes up in the morning he’s completely mortified

- You have to try and calm him down or he will freak out

- He tries to run for the door but you stop him

- After a while of talking, he finally admits to you, and to himself, that he likes you

- After that he feels like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulder

- He’s much more relaxed and focused on his work

- He often calls you to his office just to have you there

- He’s very touchy and physically affectionate

- Says he hates being the little spoon but that’s a complete lie

- He loves it

- He loves being able to relax in your arms, not having to be big or having to be the one in charge

- After you two get together he would probably trust you even more on the field

- Though he would like having you near him

- He likes taking baths with you, it calms him down

-LOVES pet names

-He calls you any and every pet name imaginable

-Mostly like foods and stuff like pumpkin, sugar, etc.

[fan-fantasies]

It’s the Accent

A/N: twice in one day? You guys are spoiled 😏

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: what happens when your celebrity crush is your coworker?

Warnings: none?

You were waiting in the locker room between segments, scrolling through Tiktok mindlessly while the other girls were chatting.

“Sooo who’s yours?” Liv asked with a giggle.

“Who’s my what now?” You asked, looking up from your phone.

“Your celebrity crush, weren’t you even listening?” Sonya said.

“Oh um, I don’t know. No one comes to mind,” you lied.

“Boo, that’s no fun! Tell us!” They demanded.

“Fineee, if I had to choose I guess Ruby Rose,” you sighed. It wasn’t a lie, you found her to be pretty attractive. She definitely fit your type pretty well. Speaking of your type…

“Why do you need Ruby Rose when you could have this Australian babe?” Rhea asked, entering the room after her promo. You looked over at her and she flexed for you, making you laugh.

“I feel like everyone’s had a crush on her so that doesn’t count. What about another one?” Liv pressured you for more info.

“Me, obviously,” Rhea said, coming to sit next to you, slinging an arm around you.

“Is that true?” Liv asked you. She was one of the only ones that knew about your big little crush on Rhea. You gave her a death stare before awkwardly clearing your throat.

“Well-“

“Next segment is up, let’s go!” One of the directors said, poking her head into the room pointing at you.

“Saved by the ring bell!” You laughed, happily skipping out of the room, much to Liv’s dismay. So close.

You finished up your segment and went to gather your things, already being done for the night. You expected the locker room to be empty, but to your surprise Rhea was still in there taking off her makeup.

“Oh hey, great job tonight,” you said.

“Thanks, love. Same to you,” she smiled.

She finished up what she was doing and came toward you. You froze instantly, not expecting her to be so close to you when you looked up.

“So tell me, what is it about Ruby that gets you going?” She asked, placing her hand on the locker next to you, caging you in.

“Excuse me?”

“Is it is the hair? Tattoos? I bet it’s the accent, isn’t it?” She asked, getting closer to you.

“I mean… all of it?” You squeaked.

“Good to know, gorgeous,” she chuckled.

“Hey, Rhea, you ready to go?” Damian called into the locker room.

“Yeah, be right there,” she called back, looking down at you with a smirk. “See you around, babe.”

“Bye?” You said as she left, leaving you utterly confused.

You quickly pulled out your phone and called the only person you could think of that might know something.

“Hey, what’s up?” Liv asked, finally answering.

“Did you tell Rhea anything?”

“I tell her lots of things; what in particular are you talking about?”

“You know what! She’s just been acting weird tonight and I think she’s toying with me,” you sighed.

“Or- maybe she likes you too? And this is her way of breaking the ice?” She suggested. You scoffed.

“Yeah okay, she’d never like me like that.”

“You need to be more confident. You’re a catch! Just talk to her,” Liv sighed. “I have to go but maybe text her?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Do it! Bye!”

You hung up with a frustrated sigh. You didn’t want to let yourself believe that Rhea could like you. You didn’t want to get your hopes up just to be let down.

Before leaving, you noticed a sweater sitting on the makeup chair- Rhea’s sweater. You picked it up and held it close. You scoffed at yourself, feeling like a weirdo.

“It won’t hurt anyone,” you mumbled to yourself, slipping it on. You told yourself that you were chilly and it was easier than just carrying it with your stuff.

You made your way out of the arena and were stopped by a few fans outside. You happily took pictures with them, promising to find them on Instagram. You quickly opened your app once you were in your car, easily finding the tagged picture. You reposted it to your story with a simple heart emoji.

You drove to the hotel and made your way to your room. You checked your phone and your heart nearly stopped.

From: Mami 😍

You look real cute in my sweater 😏

Shit, shit, shit. She must’ve seen the picture you reposted. You started to panic. She didn’t seem mad but you had to come up with a response.

Cute enough that you’ll let me borrow it more often?

You left it in the locker room so I figured I’d snag it for you 😊

From: Mami 😍

You can borrow anything of mine whenever you want, gorgeous 😉

You’re such a sweetheart!

Your heart was beating faster and faster with each passing moment, you thought it might explode.

I’ll keep that in mind 😋 I’m gonna head to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow!

You panicked so you took an easy out from the conversation. You knew you’d eventually say something embarrassing so you had to end it before it even really began.

From: Mami 😍

Sleep well, Angel. Dream of me 😏

You set your phone down and took a calming breath. Was she really flirting with you? It sure seemed like it. You jumped as you heard your phone go off on the table.

From: Liv 💕

How do you go from barely talking to her to wearing her clothes in one night? Nice one!

Just a happy accident!

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You would’ve slept in the sweater if it was up to you, but you figured she wouldn’t want it back all wrinkled. You set it on the chair with your things and went to bed with a smile on your face.

The next morning you packed your things quickly and headed to get coffee before your flight. You met up with Liv in the airport who you filled in on your little text conversation from the previous night.

“She so likes you!”

“Or maybe she’s just joking around,” you countered.

“Girl, shut up. She’s so flirting with you!” She squealed happily.

“Keep it down!” You hushed, eyes starting to turn toward the two of you. As if on queue, the object of your conversation came toward you.

“Ladies, how are we doing this fine morning?” She asked with a huge smile.

“Good! I was just telling her how amazing she looked in your sweater,” Liv nudged you with her arm.

“She did, didn’t she?” Rhea chuckled. “Although I can’t say I’m not disappointed you’re not wearing it today.”

“Oh! I just figured you’d want it back,” you said shyly.

“Nah, you can keep it warm for me,” she said with a wink. Dominik caught her attention and waved her over. “See you on the flight, sweetheart.”

“What, am I chopped liver now?” Liv scoffed after she walked away.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed. You pulled the sweater from your bag and slipped it on. Liv was giving you the biggest shit-eating grin you’d ever seen. You rolled your eyes and flipped her off.

The flight began to board and Liv insisted on the window seat. Rhea noticed you put her sweater on and she couldn’t help but smile. Dom elbowed her in the side and gave her a smirk.

She was on the opposite side of the aisle and a few seats up which gave you the perfect opportunity to steal glances without anyone noticing. What you did notice, however, was the few times Rhea turned around and snuck a peek at you.

From: Mami 😍

Do I have something on the back of my head? 😏

Your eyes shot up and you could see her smirking from the side.

How would you know I’m looking at you if you aren’t looking at me?

Smooth, you mentally facepalmed.

From: Mami 😍

So I like to look at beautiful things, sue me 😅

So go look in a mirror then 😋

Smooth, you smirked to yourself. You saw Rhea turn around and this time she made eye contact with you. She gave you an impressed nod.

You weren’t sure where the confidence was coming from but you knew it was only over text and if she tried to flirt in person, you’d turn into a fumbling, bumbling mess.

From Mami 😍

Surprised you didn’t tell me to go look at Ruby Rose.

Why would anyone look at her when they can look at you? Couldn’t exactly say my celebrity crush is you, now could I?

You took your chance and held your breath. You put your phone down, refusing to look at her response. A voice came over the intercom telling everyone to put devices away and to prepare for landing.

Rhea looked back at you one more time but you wouldn’t look up. You knew you were in deep and you weren’t quite sure where to go from there.

The plane landed and you quickly gathered your things and were first in line to get off- but Rhea wasn’t far behind.

Once you were off the plane, you only intent was finding your ride to the hotel. It seems Rhea had similar plans because she was hot on your trail.

Before you could even get to your car, she was opening the door for you.

“After you, babe,” she nodded. You gave her a curious look but got in without question. She got in on the other side and the car pulled away.

“Yes. Yes you very much could’ve said it.” She said seemingly out of nowhere.

“What?”

“That I was your celebrity crush. You should have just said that. I mean…only if it’s true.”

Now it was her turn to get nervous. She fidgeted with her hands in her lap.

“I mean…It’s not-not true,” you mumbled. She gently took one of your hands in hers and you finally looked at her.

“So why didn’t you say that in the first place?” She asked.

“Because I know you and I don’t take rejection well. You’re you and I’m…just me.” You sighed.

“Yeah, you’re you. You’re gorgeous, funny, and incredibly talented. There’s no way in hell I would reject you,” she told you.

“Really?”

“Well there is one condition,” she said, giving you a serious look. Your heart dropped. “You have to wear my clothes more often.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I think I can do that,” you laughed. She dipped her head down and captured your lips in a sweet kiss which you deepened. When you finally broke away she was smirking at you.

“It’s the accent, isn’t it?”

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