#my cat woke me up to bring you this message

[buckyalpine]

A little longer

HI MY BEAUTIFUL 🐚ANON!! I adore this so much, I adore YOU so much, as always, your requests are everything!! 

Warnings: So so much fluffy fluff, angst if you really squint till your eyes go cross-eyed and blurry

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"It's been decades. Not even a couple years. Almost a century. You probably shoot dust. Or whatever your bionic ass reproduces with"

Bucky contemplated throwing his half finished milkshake at Sam's head while they both scarfed down burgers from a late night diner after a taxing mission. Sam was pestering Bucky yet again about his nonexistent social and lack of a love life, a topic he seemed to get high off of. 

“For fucks sake Sam-”

"You need to get out more man, at least start dating. You don't need a whole girlfriend but a few dates wouldn't kill you. Or maybe it would, since you're what, 106?"

Bucky groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, his patience wearing thin. Dating wasn’t for him, not because he didn’t want to date but because he wasn’t sure who would even date him. He’d only just gotten comfortable talking to Sam though he’d never openly admit he actually enjoyed their conversations. He wasn’t exactly the most approachable, Peter had once told him he had a resting bitch face, whatever that meant. He wasn’t the most tech savvy unless it involved doing something illegal. He had a plethora of devices that could take down the US government at the push of a button he secrecy hoarded under his bed but God forbid someone ask him to pose for their Instagram story.  

Talking to a pretty girl was a completely different story. What would he even talk about? His time before the war involved a lot of nursing an injured or sick Steve back to health. After the war and his time in Hydra, he didn’t really have time for himself. He liked plums. The hobbit. He was thinking about getting a cat. Bucky internally groaned, maybe he’d find a girlfriend at the retirement home down the street; at least they’d have things in common. 

Sam cocked an eyebrow while Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. Usually he’d respond with a grumpy pout or complete silence but today his exhaustion had caught up with him. He debated on how to get Sam of his back, a dim, flickering, half broken bulb going off in his sleep deprived brain. 

"I already have a girlfriend Tweety bird"

The deafening silence that followed that statement made it clear both men were aware that was a lie. Sam snorted, shaking his head while they both finished they food, slapping a $50 on the counter before leaving. He looked at the super soldier, deciding not to press into the issue further for the night but he definitely wasn’t going to let it go that easily. 

5:30 AM

The buzz of his phone jolted him awake, the faint sound of the TV still playing in the background. Bucky felt around for his phone, tossing his sheet off, sitting up from his place on the floor seeing Sam’s caller ID light up the screen. 

“What are you doing next Saturday” Sam sounded unusually chipper, a hint of a smirk in his voice, a suspicious amount of enthusiasm for such an early hour. 

“Why” Bucky groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes, going back to lying down. 

“Were having a cookout over the weekend, you should come”

“You woke me up to tell me what could have been a text message?” Bucky asked incredulously, closing his eyes, ready to let sleep free him from such a ridiculous conversation. 

“Ooo, white panther knows how to text now” 

“White Wolf” Bucky grumbled, regretting every telling Sam the name he had been given in Wakanda. “I’ll come if you just let me go back to sleep” 

"Alright, but bring your girl too"

There it was. 

He could feel the shit eating grin Sam was giving him over the phone, eye brows wigging up and down, all his perfect teeth out. 

“Whatcha say Barnes?” 

Sleep had disappeared into thin air as Bucky shot up, mentally kicking himself for the nonsense he’d gotten himself into. He fiddled with the corner of his sheet, hoping to find an out. 

"I thought you only invited family" 

"Hey, anyone that you're allowing within 3 feet of your personal space might as well be considered family" Sam snorted, not believing a single word Bucky had said the night before. The conversation moved on to a different topic, easing some of Bucky’s nerves. A whole hour had passed and Bucky was sure he was in the clear until-  

“Back to the matter at hand, you bringing her or not?” 

“Why are you like this, does being Captain America always come with the caveat with also being a pain in my ass, I’m not going to-”

Bucky was about to refuse until a knock at the door pulled him away from the conversation, the scent of fresh pancakes wafting through the door. He pulled himself up, a smile tugging on his lips, knowing exactly who was on the other side, not needing to check as he untangled himself from the sheets. 

His sweet neighbor. 

Bucky wasn’t religious and he wasn’t a big believer in a higher power but there had to be something out there when people like you existed. Whenever Sam asked him why he stayed in the dingy little apartment that barely had windows and a closet for a bedroom, he’d insist it was because he preferred a small space and was still getting used to living a normal life so he wasn’t ready for another move just yet. 

The part he always left out was that his dingy apartment came with an absolute angle that lived next door. Kind hearted. Sweet. An absolute darling. You were one of the first people he’d interacted with when he moved in. All the nerves he had about living alone and growing accustomed to a regular life melted away the first day, when you came over with a plate of fresh cookies. 

He felt like a little boy whenever you were around, having the biggest crush on the prettiest girl on the playground, his mind going to mush whenever you smiled at him. But it wasn’t a crush. Nope. No....? No. He narrowed his eyes at himself before making his way to the door. 

“Buck? Did your tongue rust-” 

“I’ll uh-I’ll think about it” He mumbled before cutting the call, a bashful smile on his face as he unhooked the chain and swung the door open. “G’morning doll” 

“Good Morning” You grinned, handing Bucky the plate which he gratefully accepted, his stomach rumbling between the butterflies that fluttered in his tummy. “I heard you get in last night, didn’t think you’d have time to do a grocery run or cook anything” You handed him a bag of fruits and vegetables, two of those bags full of plums. His favorite. 

“You didn’t have to do all this” If his cheeks grew any warmer he would’ve sworn he was running a fever. And he didn’t get fevers. 

“You’re out saving the world, I think getting you a few groceries is the least I could do. So, how’s the new Captain?” You had never met Sam in person but hearing enough stories from Bucky told you all you needed to know. No one else was better suited to take on the shield than him. 

“A pain in my ass even if he means well” Bucky smiled shaking his head to himself. “He’s been pestering me to get out more...start dating” He mumbled the last part, wincing. He’d fought off aliens, gone to battle alongside a tree and a talking raccoon, survived being help captive by Hydra but being boyfriend material? His flirting game was as strong as pre serum Steve's right hook. 

“Well, handsome solider like you, shouldn’t be too hard to find you a date” You felt your own face heat up as soon as the words left your mouth but wasn’t like it was a secret. There was no way he would have had trouble in the dating department; aside from being one of the most beautiful people you’d laid your eyes on he was also the sweetest. Bucky was nothing but a gentleman and with a pure and soft heart and if you didn’t get your shit together and control the way he made you weak in the knees-

“Not the same ladies man I was in the 40′s doll” He chuckled, blue eyes sparkling at your compliment, “Either way, I got myself into a mess with that” He smiled sheepishly while you cocked your head, urging him to continue. 

“Well, I sort of lied to get him off my case” Bucky blushed, rubbing the back of his head, his the pink on his cheeks deepening at your cheeky smile. “I-I told him I already have a girlfriend but as you can see-” Bucky waved into his empty apartment that showed no signs of human life, “-it back fired immediately because he's invited my nonexistent girlfriend to a cookout this weekend. In Louisiana. With all his family. And friends”

Bucky let his head hit the wall with a dull thump, cursing himself for putting a foot in his mouth. Sure he could just come clean and say he lied. But that would mean admitting he lied and that was worse because then Sam would give him shit for that, plus try to get him out more and- 

“What if- what if I went with you?” Bucky’s head shot up, blinking in surprise at your words, wondering if he heard you correctly. “I could pretend to be your girlfriend for a day, get Cap off your case. Only if you’re comfortable with it though”

“Really? You’d do that?” You giggled at his lost puppy expression, his eyes lighting up when he realized you were being serious.

“Of course” You smiled sincerely,  “I’d be happy to! Just let me know what time to be ready at and I’ll be all yours” 

All his.  

The little boy in his was running around in circles, his heart beating too fast for the rest of his body to keep up. The thought of you being his girlfriend for a day was more than he could ever dream of. Of course it was only pretend and he’d wouldn’t dare push for more; not when you deserved the world. At the very least, he wouldn’t have to deal with Sam’s nagging. 

Problem solved. 

*****

This was a bad idea. 

A bad, bad idea. 

Bucky had gone through at least 4 outfits, debating between an array of Henley’s, before settling on a blue one when he remembered you complimented it because it was blue like his eyes. He picked up his razor and then immediately put it down when he remembered you once said you liked the scruff on him.  Even if this was just pretend, every single part of him was on edge as if this were a real date. As soon as his enhanced hearing picked up your soft footsteps padding down the hall, he was right by the door, nervously chewing his lip. 

Bucky blinked, his heart nearly giving way at 106 years old when he saw you make your way down the hall towards his apartment. You were in a flowery sundress, with a large cakebox in hand, your sweet perfume already making him dizzy. If Sam didn’t kill him for lying, the crush he had on you would be the next thing to take him out. 

"You-you look beautiful"  And sweet. And adorable. And delectable. 

An angel.

You looked like an angel. 

"Thank you, you look good too Sarge" You looked down at Bucky’s chest instead of meeting his eyes, unable to look at his pretty face. His adorable face. Handsome face. That dimple on his chin. Blue eyes. Pink lips. Fuck, you had such a big crush on him. 

It was going to be an interesting day. 

*****

Bucky parked the car at Sam’s place, which wasn’t too far from the lake where everyone had gathered. Part of him was almost sad they had made it on time; the car ride over with you ending faster than he’d liked.  

“He wasn’t kidding when he said he only invited family” Bucky snorted, seeing all of Sam’s relatives there along with his closest neighbors, many of whom he’d met before. He took the cakebox from you, slipping his hand into yours, smiling when you gave him a reassuring squeeze. You both made your way over, hand in hand, your heart skipping a beat each time someone greeted Bucky, every single person over joyed that he’d finally met someone to call his. 

He made his way over to the grill where Sam filliped a few burgers; the new Cap grinning when he saw you both. There was no missing the sparkle in his eyes when he looked down to your hand in Bucky’s, noting you were was holding his metal one, no longer covered by gloves. 

Interesting. 

“You’re lookin’ good” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at Bucky, loving the way the soldier rolled his eyes, trying to brush off the way his cheeks were dusted pink. 

“This is y/n, my girlfriend” Girlfriend. Bucky loved the way it rolled off his tongue with ease, not feeling an ounce of hesitance. The word previously feeling so foreign to him now felt so natural when he had you by his side. And holding your hand. And hearing your laugh. And-

Relax Bucky, it’s just for a day. 

“I’m Sam, and it’s very nice to meet you” He pulled you into a hug, still curiously eyeing Bucky, genuinely unable to figure out where he’d managed to find a sweetheart like you. 

“Thank you for the invite” you giggled as he gave you a light squeeze before letting you go, inspecting the cakebox Bucky handed to him. He grinned at the fresh strawberries that decorated the cake, shamelessly plucking one off and popping it into his mouth. “Strawberry shortcake. A little white wolf told me it was your favorite” 

“Well if the big bad wolf likes you then I like you cause he doesn’t like anybody. You must be special” Sam mused, a part of him wanting to be skeptical but there was nothing, absolutely nothing made up about the Bucky was looking at you. He gazed down at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars right in his room, an utterly lovesick puppy. You felt your cheeks heat up, burying your face into Bucky’s side while he chuckled, pulling you closer to him and pressing a kiss on top of your head. Damn right, she’s special. 

You both made your way over to mingle with the rest of the crowd, have no trouble at all playing the role of an utterly in love boyfriend and girlfriend. Bucky didn’t miss a single chance to press little kisses on your cheeks, every so often pecking your nose. His hand never left your waist, always holding you close to him, his face occasionally buried into the crook of your neck. 

You played your part almost better than he did, gushing over what a gentleman he always was to you, stayed tucked by his side, nuzzling under his chin, occasionally actually getting lost in his soft scent of laundry detergent, his cologne and something distinctly him. You made the elderly ladies giggle and blush each time Bucky did something adorable, proudly showing you off to everyone. 

He didn’t even let you eat without being the most perfect doting boyfriend. You’d both served your plates, finding a nice spot to sit under a shady tree; Bucky sat on the large lawn chair, secretly happy there was only one. You were about to walk off to get another when he tugged your wrist and pulling you back. 

“C’mere, I wont bite” Bucky grinned, surprised with himself as he pulled you onto his lap with ease. You let out a squeak, your nose bumping against his as you plopped onto him, lips nearly brushing his. 

“Smooth, Barnes. Remind me again, how you don’t have a girlfriend” You let out a breathless laugh, screaming to yourself on the inside that this was fake. He was playing the role perfectly, that was all. So fucking perfectly. 

Why was he so perfect. 

Bucky smirked, kissing your shoulder, letting you relax against his chest, wondering if you’d feel his heart hammering against his ribcage from how flustered he actually was. He easily maneuvered you so you sat comfortably across his thighs, his arm still securely around your waist. 

When was he ever this smooth. 

If anyone else was this close, he’s run for the hills, but now he was contemplating tossing you over his shoulder and running to Sam’s house, the guest bedroom was upstairs and two doors to the right-

“Well I’ll be damned, he really does have a girlfriend” Sam shook his head while Joaquin snorted, both men looking at you and Bucky with heart eyes while they sipping their beers from the docks. 

“You think they’re faking?” Joaquin nudged Sam’s shoulder, watching Bucky now fed you a piece of cake, still keeping you on his lap, sneakily kissing the cream from the corner off your lips between bites. You’d giggle every time, feeding him a strawberry, squealing when he’s playfully bite your fingers. 

“You can fake a lot of things but not the way he’d blushing and giggling like a toddler in a candy store” Bucky played with your fingers, intertwining them with his hand, his nose scrunching as he laughed at something you said. 

“It’s nice to see him like this” Joaquin had seen grumpy Bucky, grouchy Bucky, angry Bucky, scary Bucky, sleepy Bucky, just about every Bucky on the planet, but this? This was a first. Love struck Bucky. Charming Bucky. Happy Bucky. Simpy Bucky. Sappy Bucky. Giggly Bucky. Playful biting Bucky. Ready to get down on one knee if you’d let him, Bucky. 

“Steve always said he was a charmer, he wasn’t lying”

They couldn’t take their eyes off the way the corner of Bucky’s eyes crinkled each time he smiled or the way you’d instinctively lean into him when he spoke. He’d tuck your hair away from your face, his hands lingering on your cheek for a second longer, giving them a glimpse of the man from the 40′s before the war,  youthful and innocent, his heart full of hope, a smirk that would make his best girl swoon; the both of you in your own little world. 

“He looks happy”

Sam had seen people look happy before. They’d smile but their eyes would be empty. They’d laugh but their voices were hollow. They’d look like they were on top of the world while sitting at rock bottom. The way Bucky’s eyes sparkled, his boyish laugh, the way he’d nuzzle into you, trying to be closer to you than physically possible, was more than just looking happy. 

“He is happy”

Bucky had completely forgotten about pretending with you, lost in how perfectly you fit in his arms. You had taken up your role very seriously, telling him how utterly handsome he was, never missing moment to peck his scruffy cheek or card your fingers through his short soft locks. You intertwined you fingers with his vibrainium ones, busing your lips against his cool knuckles. 

At some point in the afternoon, he’d slipped his jacket off and wrapped you up with it as evening crept around the corner. Not a single person doubted the nature of your relationship; at least four of Sam’s uncles had told Bucky to propose soon. 

You don’t meet a girl who makes you this damn giggly just anywhere, Sergeant. Hold onto her. 

****

Just when he thought he couldn’t fall for you more, you had fallen asleep in his arms, contently snuggled up in his jacket as the sunset over the lake. Most of Sam’s family had gone back home, a few close relatives still hanging around the boat, sipping on coffee. Bucky couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you, softly kissing your forehead; he could get used to this. Cuddling up with you after date nights. Hearing your laugh. The softness of your lips. The way your hand always found itself in his metal one without hesitation. 

Fuck he wished this was real. 

You stirred slightly, a content sigh slipping past your lips at the feel of his kiss. Nothing felt more comfy than being wrapped up by the super soldier, his solid arms holding you close. You didn’t want to wake up, wishing you could sleep forever if it meant you’d be this close to Bucky all the time. The day felt like a dream; the exact dreams you had when you thought about your sweet neighbor. How it’d be for him to call you yours. To Be his girl. To make him smile. To make him laugh. 

If only it wasn’t just for a day. 

“You have a nice nap, baby?” Bucky smirked as you blinked awake, stretching on his lap like a cat before snuggling against him again. “My pretty girl” 

“Why wouldn’t I when my boyfriend is the comfiest spot to sleep on?” You teased, bringing your hand up to toy with the chain of his dog tags. Bucky chuckled, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, kissing your nose. There was no one around you both, though neither of you seemed interesting in dropping the act just yet. 

“You fit perfectly here, doll” He grinned, blushing when he hesitantly pulled you a little closer, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders, resting on the back of his neck. 

“I think I like it here” You sucked in a breath as he rested his forehead against yours, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. His nose gently bumped against yours, his warm breath tickling your lips. 

“Me too” He closed the gap between you both, pressing his lips to yours sweetly, savoring every bit of your softness. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss as you parted your mouth letting his tongue lace with yours while your hand made its way through his hair, tugging on his short locks. Bucky let out a groan, letting his hands drop to your waist, kissing you for as long as he could until you both needed oxygen. 

“Maybe we can pretend for a little longer?” Bucky broke away, panting, his forehead still pressed against yours. You giggled between breaths, peppering kisses across his face. 

“Just a little longer?” 

“Maybe- maybe forever?” He looked at you with his classic puppy eyes, his heart bursting when you pulled him in for another kiss; forever. Forever sounded good. 

A few years later

“So, you finally gonna admit I made this happen?” Sam whispered while Bucky snorted, shaking his head. 

“Not gonna happen” 

“C’mon, I made this happen, I caused this” 

“You caused chaos” 

Sam scoffed in fake offence, taking a sleepy Becca from Bucky’s arms while the soldier went to go check on you. “Now when do I get to meet my second God child?”

“In a few hours” Bucky stretched before making his way back to your room, smiling at your resting form. He carefully laid down beside you, letting his hand splay across your tummy; in just a few more hours there would be a little Samuel Grant Barnes in the world. 

“We’re really good at pretending” You murmured, make Bucky chuckle, taking your hand in his and kissing the ring that sat on your finger. 

“Maybe just one more baby after this? Really convince them, Mrs. Barnes?”

*

“Uncle Sam, tell me a bedtime story?” Becca pouted, having been at the hospital for hours, giving Sam the exact same face Bucky gave you. Her little bottom lip jutting out, big (y/c/e) eyes blinking up at him. He grinned, settling her on his lap before he made a thinking face before asking what she’d want to hear. 

“What kinda story, Beccs, an animal story, a super cool falcon story or Captain America story or a flying Falcon Captain America story?” 

“The chaos daddy said you caused” She giggled while Sam nodded, taking a deep breath before starting. 

“It all started when your daddy said he had a girlfriend...”

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[goldenlikedayl1ght]

give yourself a reason | m. murdock

a/n: hi guys. this is much different than what I promised you last time I posted and it's a lot different than what i usually post but i've been struggling so intensely with my depression and anxiety and genuinely the only thing that's gotten through it is "you can't kill yourself yet, you haven't seen daredevil born again" so i guess this is a fic about that lmao warnings: massive trigger warning for depression and suicidal thoughts, like just. pretty much the entire fic is the reader wanting to die and having bad mental health. besides maybe some cursing (but i cant recall) that's pretty much it. word count: 2.1k summary: the devil of hell's kitchen talks you off a ledge (literally) pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader now playing: call your mom - noah kahan "medicate, meditate, save your soul for jesus/throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason/don't wanna drive another mile without knowin' you're breathin'"

You are the light in a dark room for so many people.

You are the glue of your friend group—Constantly planning hangouts, constantly responding to text messages, you’re always there for people.

You visit the bodega at the corner every morning for a large coffee and to pet the bodega cat.

You bring donuts in to work every Friday, for no reason other to bring joy to people’s lives.

You have every reason to live.

You…

Are standing on the ledge of your building, wondering if you’d pass out before you hit the ground.

You’ve dealt with depression for years. It’s been an uphill battle since you were eleven, maybe even earlier. And it goes through phases—Sometimes, you just coexist with it. It lives in the corner of your brain, where a lamp or a soulmate should be. You know it’s with you, but sometimes it just sits on your shoulder, observing.

Other times, it shackles you. It weighs you down, pulling you down under the crashing waves, and every time you pull yourself up to breath, it drags you down faster, more relentlessly.

It’s an intense unfortune that you could blame on any number of things, and you have tried.

But things have been bad recently.

And it’s not that your life is particularly hard right now—There’s no looming deadlines, your relationships are all fine, you thought you were happy, really, but one day you woke up.. unable to come up with a reason.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve found a reason. For a long time you thought, no, I couldn’t do that to my mom. Then, you said if you could just make it to college, everything would be easier. And then, you figured if you could make it to New York City, you’d be able to cope with things.

And it worked for a while, but—

“Hey,” A voice says from behind you, “hey, just—take a step back.” The voice says, and you tilt your head back, trying to look at who has interrupted you in this vulnerable moment.

“Go away,” You demand, your voice harsh as you realize you are not dealing with just any old witness- The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen stands behind you.

You know all about him. He popped up a year or two before you moved to the city, and you’ve always kind of daydreamed about him saving you—You’ve seen pictures and videos of him, glimpses of him.. But they’re just fleeting moments of a silly crush.

“You know I can’t do that,” He says, his voice getting closer. “I won’t do that.”

Then you feel tears in your eyes. Nothing can be easy, can it?

“Please,” You beg, “I’m not hurting anyone, I just.. want it to stop.”

“You are hurting someone. You’re about to hurt yourself and I won’t let that happen.” But he knows you won’t step away. And he doesn’t want to tackle you off the ledge.

“Please,” You say again, a shaky hand wiping your cheek, your heartbeat thumping out of your chest. You don’t want to die. You just don’t want to be in pain anymore.

“Let’s just sit,” he offers, his voice much closer to you now. “You don’t have to get off the ledge, just sit.” He requests.

“Look, devil man, I really don’t want you to give me some speech about how life is worth living, okay? Just—”

“We don’t have to talk about why you’re up here,” he says, “We can just sit.” From the corner of your eye, you see him sitting next to where you stand, his legs dangling over the edge.

He offers you a hand to help you sit down.

You take it.

And you’re not even sure why, because you don’t want to talk to this man, no matter how you admire what he does to other people. You sit next to him, and you feel yourself getting pulled down again, unable to breathe. Static fills your brain, repeating horrible things, telling you that everything for everyone would be easier if you just—

“Have you ever considered that Dr. Pepper could be a woman?”

“What?” You blink, now looking at him. What a ridiculous thing to say to a person who was about to kill themselves?

“Well, have you?”

“Uh.. No.” You answer, your face still twisted in confusion. “No, I’ve never considered that.”

“I always hear about people talking about this hypothetical doctor behind the soda, and they always refer to them as a man. Kind of messed up,” He shrugs.

“I don’t understand,” You respond honestly.

“I told you we didn’t have to talk about why you were up here, but I never said anything about not talking at all.”

You suppose he has a point.

“Okay.” You answer, feeling awkward now.

“Have you lived in the City long?” He wonders aloud.

“No,” You find yourself echoing the same story you’ve told a thousand times. “No, I moved here about a year ago.”

“Do you like it?”

Your stomach churns.

“Yeah.” You’re having a hard time being more descriptive than that.

“Have you been to see any good shows?” he asks, “Oh, have you seen Wicked?”

You’re confused again. You glance back at him. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is asking you if you’ve seen a Broadway musical about The Wicked Witch of the West. Much like the question about Dr. Pepper, you’re just extremely caught off guard, because it seems so out of character.

“Not in years.” You answer, “I saw it with my mom when I was younger.”

“Well you should see it again.” He said, “It’s really good, even better than you remember.” He promises.

“Why are you talking about this?” You answer, and he sighs.

“The confusion is on purpose,” He confesses, “I heard somewhere that if you can just distract someone having an episode, it might pull them out of it.”

You do feel.. better.. You suppose. You’ve been pulled above water, able to breathe, because in your confusion, there was no room for any static or bad thoughts to get in. Maybe better is a strong word, but there’s an absence of all of the intense thoughts that distracted you.

“Oh.. Thank you.” Is all you find yourself saying.

“I’m gonna go back on my promise,” he starts, “I need to ask you why you feel like this is your only option.”

Your shoulders fall a bit, remembering everything.

“You’re a liar.”

“Just try.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Tried what?”

“Verbalizing it, saying it all out loud?”

Well, now you feel silly. Very silly. You know a therapist might help, but you’ve been busy. And—

“You have your own problems,” You start, “I can’t ask you to take on my problems, too.”

“I asked you to talk about it,” he responds, “Besides, we don’t even know each other. You’re not burdening me, I promise.” And you’re inclined to believe him.

So, you take a deep breath and search for your words.

“I just can’t find a reason.” You start. “I’ve always been able to find a reason before, a reason to keep going, to push ahead, but..” You blink. “I just can’t find it. I’ve gone through all my usuals.”

“What about your mom?” he asks, recalling your earlier comment about him.

“She was the reason for a long time.” You confess, “But she has my stepdad now. Everyone’s taken care of. My friends, my siblings, my mom.. The only one who’s alone is me.”

The Devil doesn’t say it, but his heart aches for you.

“People would miss you,” he recalls his own depression, “They’d grieve you as intensely as they love you.” He reminds, and you know that.

“They’d find a way to move on.” You reason, “They’d have to figure it out.”

“How long have you been dealing with these feelings?”

“As long as I can remember.” You respond, “I thought if I could survive my childhood, it would stop. Moving here, that was supposed to be the end, but..” You frown. “After the honeymoon phase, I’m just back in that hole.”

“There’s ways to get you out of that hole,” He promises.

“How?” You demand, tears filling your eyes, “Tell me a reason I should keep going that I haven’t heard, that I haven’t thought, that actually gets through to me,” You ask.

He pauses. It’s a tall order.

“You know there’s no magical cure.” He starts, “But you find the little things. You can’t find any big reason to live? Fine. Find the small reasons,” He reasons, “The way sun feels on your skin, your favorite team winning a game, a homecooked meal.”

“Give me a big reason.” You request.

“I can hear heartbeats,” he says, and when you scoff, he shakes his head, “No, seriously. So, here’s your big reason: Don’t make me listen to your heart stop beating.”

It’s a low blow. A hit to your core, right to the part of you that feels guilty you even have these feelings.

“Let me walk you home.” He says after a moment.

“I live in this building,” You say, and for a moment, you almost think that the Devil tenses, like he hadn’t realized that.

“Then let me walk you to your apartment. It’s cold out here, c’mon.” He offers.

“How do you know I won’t just do it tomorrow? Or after you leave?”

“I trust you,” And somehow you don’t believe him. But he swings his legs around and stands on the solid ground of the roof. He offers his hand to you again. “Let’s go inside.”

You take his hand and let him guide you off the ledge, and it only takes a few steps for you to start crying—truly sobbing at the idea of what you were about to do. The Devil is right; tonight won’t be the night.

And as soon as he listens to you start sobbing, his arms are around you like he’s known you your entire life. He’s warm, safe. His hand gently rubs your back, his pointer finger running up and down your spine. The Devil gives wonderful hugs, it reminds you of hot soup on a winter day, the first hot day of spring after a long winter, and a memory from before depression reared it’s ugly head at you, of being three, maybe four years old on Christmas Eve, wrapped in blankets, safe and loved, with a full stomach of food.

You don’t know him, but you know right then and there that you’ll be grateful to him forever.

“It’s okay,” he says softly, his voice like a lullaby, “You’re okay. I’ve got you, sweetheart.” You can tell he means the words, that they aren’t obligatory, but genuine. He’ll look after you. He lets you cry into his shoulder for a long time, reminding you to breath.

When there’s no tears left to cry, The Devil gently pulls away, his hand now on your cheek as he wipes away the tears that run down your face.

And there’s only one thing left to say,

“Let me take you home.” He says gently. And you nod, words escaping you. You walk with him down to your apartment, letting him tuck you into bed after drinking some water. As you wait for sleep to find you, he gently brushes hair from your face as he asks, “Promise me you’ll call someone tomorrow. A therapist, a help line, your mom. Promise me you’ll find the help you need. Promise me you’ll find a reason.”

Studying his features, since, you don’t know when you’ll see him again, you nod.

“I promise.”

He leans forward and kisses your forehead. It’s foreign. Welcomed. Paternal.

“Good. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Don’t be a stranger,” You request, and you see the corners of his lips twitch up.

“I’ll tell you what,” He starts, “I’ll come visit you tomorrow night, too. Okay?”

“Okay.”

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen saves people—but not everyone needs to be saved in the same way.

He waits for you to fall asleep before he leaves, breaking the lock on the door up to the roof so you can’t get up there, not until they fix it. Then, he makes his way to the window on the other side of your floor, to the apartment down the hall from yours.

He crawls into the window and pulls off his cowl, before showering, and then crawling into bed. He hopes you’ll find a reason, but he knows he’ll show up again if you can’t. That’s just the type of person he is.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

DEMON SLAYER CUZ YESSSSSSSS.

shinobu x female reader

I wanna kick uzuis ass again soooooooo

Uzui is being a dick to everyone because he is in a mood and make fun of shinobu (u find the reason nth comes to mind rn) and the reader having an awful day herself kicks his ass and brings him to his wives "next time that disgrace you call a husband insults my soon to be wife again I'm gonna cut his tongue of and shove it so far up his ass it will come out of his mouth again 🙃

have a good day ladies oh and do keep him a check or I will 🙂 byeeeee"

gl finishing all of those rqst

Bad Morning

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I don’t know what’s up with me, but this threat was a bit too descriptive for me and since this is like, at least the third time we’re beating Uzui up, this one is kind of lackluster, apologies! Hopefully I still got the message across lol. Hope you still like it! Word Count: ~1,220

Uzui Tengen woke up on the wrong side of the bed earlier that morning. Which was to say Suma had accidentally pushed Makio out of bed, which in turn lead to Makio dragging her out of said bed by the ankles in retaliation. Tengen tried his best to ignore them and focus on Hinatsuru’s cute mumblings as she turned to lay on her other side, but Makio’s growls and Suma’s cries made it downright impossible.

“Could you two keep it down, goddamnit! Why does this have to happen every morning?!”

“Maybe we should invest in a bigger bed.” Hinatsuru murmured, pressing a pillow over her head.

“Or we just make Suma sleep on the floor. She kicked me last night too and I have the bruise to prove it!” Makio pulled up the hem of her sleepware to show the bruise her thigh was sporting and Suma wailed.

“I’m sorry! Let me kiss it better! Don’t make me sleep on the floor Makio, please!”

“Nobody is sleeping on the floor!” Tengen groaned. “I’ll get a bigger bed, okay? Can I just get one more hour of sleep—“

“Caw!” Nijimaru came in through the window with flapping wings and rattling beads. A damn fine, flamboyant bird if Tengen did say so himself, but he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather see less at the moment. “You’ll be late for the meeting if you stay in bed any longer, Uzui!”

“Damn it all, that’s today?” Tengen shot out of bed, jamming his toe against the bedside table. He cursed and limped his way to the bathroom, now even more pissed because he would have to skip his morning skin care routine if he was going to make it to Oyakata-sama’s mansion in time.

He barely had enough time to bathe and put on his makeup before heading out the door. No time to even eat breakfast. At least Suma ran him some toast at the door and jumped up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. It certainly made up for the rude awakening at least, sweet girl.

Still, all the toast and kisses in the world couldn’t make him shake off the sour mood he was in. His morning routine was sacred. When his routine was disturbed, it honestly felt like his whole day was ruined.

People have bad days. It’s normal to maybe ask for a little space, to tell people you aren’t really feeling yourself, but the moment you use your bad morning as an excuse to be shitty to other people, then expect your day to get much, much worse.

“Iguro, come on man. Can you get your scrawny ass outta my way? Shouldn’t you be sitting like a broody tree’d raccoon by now?”

“We’re talking, walk around. It’s a fucking garden.” Sanemi was quick to shoot back as Obanai glared.

“Nobody can make anything easy today, can they?” Tengen sighed loudly, bumping into Sanemi as he walked past the two fuming men.

He rested in his usual spot, hoping to maybe get a little bit more sleep in before the Master arrived. However, Mitsuri was talking up a storm with Shinobu and (Y/n) and the excitement in her voice as she spoke made it hard for Tengen to relax.

“She made me dango for helping me get her cat out of the tree! Isn’t that great? It was really good too! And then—!”

“Gods, Kanroji,” Tengen groaned, “would it kill you to take a page out of Tomioka’s book and be quite for once?”

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?” (Y/n) scowled.

“Just because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, it doesn’t give you license to make everyone else around you feel miserable as well.” Shinobu chimed in, she put a reassuring hand on Mitsuri’s shoulder while she gave Tengen a disapproving look.

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Obanai growled, Kaburamaru hissed in agreement.

“Perhaps you should take a page out of Tomioka-san’s book and butt out of conversations that have nothing to do with you, hm? Contrary to what your ego may tell you, the world does not revolve around you.” Shinobu added for good measure.

“Big words for somebody so small. I could crush you like a grape between my fingers.”

“Uzui, my friend! You should stop talking before you say something you’ll really regret!” Rengoku advised.

“So disgruntled,” Shinobu tisked pityingly, “Given how out of sorts you are this morning, I doubt you could even brush me with those meaty, perpetually sweaty hands.

Tengen took a deep breath through clenched teeth, but (Y/n) spoke up before him, her voice low, warning,

“Uzui-san, I’d listen to Rengoku-san if I were you. Act like an adult and let it go. With any luck, the meeting will be over in an hour and you can sleep the rest of the day away.”

“Tch,“ Tengen sneered, “how about this, you tell your little, and I do mean shrimpy, puny, girlfriend to zip it, and then I will too.”

“I am not her keeper.” (Y/n) said through gritted teeth.

“Well if she can’t keep her mouth shut, why should I?!”

“Ah, my deepest apologies, Uzui-san,” Shinobu began, not looking very sorry at all, “(Y/n) and I had a rather late night in the lab ourselves. My mistake for trying to hold you to the same standards we hold ourselves to.”

Tengen was seeing red. He wanted to wipe that perfect little smile right off of Shinobu’s face and before he could think better of it, he had thought of something to say that would hit her where it would hurt.

“Wipe that fake-ass smile off your face, little Kanae wannabe. You want to imitate her so bad, start by acting like less of a bitch maybe.”

Well, that sure made the smile fall from Shinobu’s lips. Her expression became impassive, an eerie blankness, but no one took the time to really notice because (Y/n) was already leaping to her feet, kicking up pebbles that scattered over Tengen’s thighs as she got closer.

“The fuck did you just say?!” Sanemi growled, his head snapping towards Uzui.

“Uzui-san, I know you can be abrasive, but that kind of talk is unacceptable.” Gyomei spoke up for the first time that day and that was how Tengen knew he might have really fucked up.

“Okay, okay, you are a fucking dead man now! I don’t give a damn about you not getting your beauty sleep, you wanna play nasty, we’ll play nasty alright!”

(Y/n) knew Shinobu could take care of herself, but she also knew that Uzui had hit a nerve. Like Shinobu had said, they had a tough night, tougher than Uzui’s, she imagined. She had been helping Shinobu with her latest experiment on her journey to find a poison that could end an Upper Moon.

Despite all of the promising research, the experiment had fallen flat, or well, more accurately caused a small explosion that (Y/n) and Shinobu spent the next three hours cleaning up after. Thankfully they had been wearing the proper gear during the whole ordeal, but they still smelt overwhelmingly of wisteria.

(Y/n) got close enough to Uzui that he could smell it on her and the potency stung his nose. She grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and he engulfed her wrist with his hand—

“Oyakata-sama is coming!” Mitsuri squealed, noticing two of the Master’s children leading him around the building. It must have been one of his good days and he decided to take a stroll.

“I’m not done with you.” (Y/n) hissed, letting go of Uzui’s uniform with a shove before quickly dropping to the ground.

“You’re like a yappy little dog,” he sneered, “All I gotta say is, ‘boo!’ and you’ll be shaking in your sandals.”

“The first thing I’m gonna do is cut out your own tongue and feed it to you, asshole.”

Tengen grit his teeth together. The Master was much too close now to continue trading vulgarities.

Tengen started out the meeting boiling hot, but listening to the Master speak had its usual calming affects and before Tengen knew it, he was in a relaxed, meditative state. It was the closest thing to sleep one could have while awake. It was like magic. The Master bid them all farewell and Tengen inhaled deeply, then released a relaxed exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders. He felt so much better—

(Y/n)’s fist came sailing at him with all the force of a mantis shrimp and she decked him, making direct contact with his temple.

“Alright Uzui, how about you and me go for a little stroll?” (Y/n) grunted, heaving the hulking man to his feet was no simple task, especially now that he was having a hard time standing up himself after that vision spotting hit. She turned to look back at Shinobu with adoration and concern, “Would you like to come along, dear?”

“I suppose.” Shinobu shrugged before rising to her feet as well. Truthfully, she didn’t want to have to look at Uzui for another minute, but if (Y/n) accidentally killed him, that would be one less Hashira and they were already spread thin enough as it was.

The remaining Hashira, that cared enough to, watched on as (Y/n) pulled Tengen away from the mansion by his ear, very thankful they weren’t in his shoes at that moment.

Tengen shuffled down the path, bending with (Y/n)’s sharp pushes and pulls while the two women discussed what they should eat for lunch. Sadistic beings…

Though it was hard for his eyes to focus because of that sharp punch to his temple, he soon recognized the scenery and realized (Y/n) was taking him home, to what end, he was afraid to find out.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” He heard (Y/n)’s muffled voice through the ringing in his ears.

“Oh gods, what did he do this time?” Makio groaned.

“(Y/n)-san, I don’t know what he did, but please, be a little more gentle with him.” Hinatsuru requested hesitantly.

She was hesitant because she knew her husband had a track record of saying or doing stupid things. Even Suma, the most sympathetic of the bunch, could agree that sometimes getting slapped around a little bit was warranted when it came to their husband’s unfiltered words and uncouth actions.

“Don’t worry, I caught him off guard with the first punch, so I didn’t go any further. I probably nearly fractured his skull since he didn’t think to defend himself at all, don’t you think so, Shinobu?”

“Oh yes, given how he’s been wobbling, and that he threw up in the bushes on the way here, it’s safe to say he would have been in real trouble if you had decided to keep going.”

Makio, Hina and Suma paled, quickly taking possession of their loopy husband when (Y/n) offered him to them. It was difficult to keep all that muscle up right, so they could only imagine just how furious (Y/n) was to have been able to basically drag him all the way home.

“The next time your disgraceful, woefully un-flamboyant husband says or does anything that hurts my fiancée, intentionally or not, he may not make it back to you in one piece. Understand?”

“Yes, we’ll talk to him. I’m sorry.” Hinatsuru hung her head low.

“You have nothing to apologize for, but when your husband snaps out of it, you might suggest he start looking for ways to atone because I’m not quite so sure I could hold myself back if I see him again too soon. That single punch was not satisfying at all.”

“We’ll work on it.” Makio swore.

“We promise! Please don’t kill him!” Suma sobbed.

“I won’t kill him, too much paperwork.” (Y/n) promised, then after a pause added, “Well, I wouldn’t kill him on purpose anyway.”

“Here,” Shinobu stepped up to the three horrified looking wives and handed Hinatsuru a small paper bag, “I suspect he has a concussion. I have provided all instructions and materials needed to give him proper treatment.”

“Thank you…” the three answered in unison.

Shinobu gave them a short nod of acknowledgment before linking back up with (Y/n). The two strolled off like nothing had happened, smiling and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes as they disappeared over the hill.

“We need that new bed stat!” Suma said with an exhausted sigh as the trio dragged Tengen into the house.

“I think our dumbass husband needs a personality check more.” Makio grunted.

[svechnikovvv]

ever since toronto (2)

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[nicromancytarot]

MY FAVOURITE MANIFESTATION EXPERIENCE

Hello and welcome to more rants and random facts with Nicromancy, I am your host and today we will be discussing how I manifested my cat!

So let me bring you back to 2022, I had been telling my friends that I entended to get a cat for months - like literally months, and I’m sure they were all losing faith in me with how bloody long it was taking.

I decided to be good for the world and rescue a cutsie little creature from a rescue centre, so I apply for FIVE DIFFERENT CATS.

I get denied for all. Apparently I live too near to a road (DOESNT EVERYONE???)

So I take a break from trying to get a cat, I have my prom, I attend my last day at school, all the normal things of that year. Until early June comes and I search “cats for sale near me” I didn’t wanna go too far brother, I wasn’t going to try and convince my mother to take me to the other side of the country so I could have a fluffy friend to cuddle with.

Alas! I find a guy selling four cats only twenty minutes from me. So I look at the cats, and I see this gorgeous tabby, stunning little thing with blue eyes, fitting perfectly the name that I had previously chosen for her, 🫧Toast🫧. And so she was my token to freedom (didn’t know she was a she at the time, just knew she was the one)

So I send a message and I am allowed to meet the cats the next week.

TWO DAYS BEFORE I MEET THE CATS and I have a dream about the other girl, a cute little tuxedo cat, with the most beautiful splotches of black. I hadn’t thought of this cat prior, she was never on my mind, I even sent her to my friend to see if she was interested since she was looking for a cat.

However I woke up that morning and I knew what I had to do. I had to meet that cat.

So the next day we set off on a trek along the natures birth and meet my new cat, we get lost for the first 20 minutes, knock on a random door, and then finally get to see the cats. And we had all four cats to pick out of since we were the first offers 😈😈

We enter the house and I immediately see my precious tuxedo, however she was picked up and decided to run to the other side of the room to play in the shoes.

Now I am awkward, born and raised that way, I’ll tell ya. So I didn’t grab that cat, no no, I sat with the tabby girl and I chose her after she meowed in my face for picking her up.

Now I was sad, happy I had my sweet baby, but sad at the missed opportunity.

Timeskip to the last two weeks before I pick up my first-born child, I get a message from the man.

Hello, just making sure you’re still available to pick up the cat on the 15th

Of course! I am so excited!!

Wonderful, just wanted to check as the other people who were supposed to come and pick up a cat haven’t responded, so the black and white girl is still available if you’d like her

It was as if the heavens had gifted me with a second chance at life, they had said I made a mistake and let me rewind to my past and fix my dues.

Now I knew I couldn’t convince my mother to pay for both the cats, not with the deposit and price of the first, this was a thing for me, she was not all so excited to have a little couch muncher.

So I asked for the price… AND HE KNOCKED IT DOWN, LADS!!!

So I was able to have them both!

And since that day, we have all been connected at the toes.

I present to you, my Toast and Moony

I hope this serves to you all that no manifestation is too big, if it is meant for you, it will happen! KEEP MANIFESTING SO YOU CAN LIVE THE LIFE YOU DESIRE!!!!!!!

[am-i-a-failure-if-i-dont-try]

Percí hadn't meant to pseudo-adopt the homeless kid that lived in her garbage can. And, now that she was thinking about it, she had never meant to adopt a kid at all. Her family was crazy enough. They didn't need her to continue the bloodline, no matter how much her father pestered. Besides, who would she copulate with? All of her friends were hooked up - except Nico but even she could see the thing he had for Will. Thus, she had come to the conclusion that she'd take up the mantle of crazy cat lady. And she'd already gotten started! Well, actually, Mrs O'Leary was a dog but that was a technicality. Anyway, back to her Incredibly Important Point. She did not want to have/adopt any kids. But...

The kid had been injured. Clearly he was getting kicked around and damn her, she had a soft heart. Gabe had done the same thing to her but, in this case, the kid didn't have a mother willing to commit murder. At least, Percí didn't think he did. So, on the fourth night that he chose to sleep on her garbage, she threw on a bathrobe and slipped Anaklusmos into her pocket. Then she went to introduce herself.

The kid was more injured than she had thought. He looked sickly, his bones were thin, bruises littered his face. Someone was definitely kicking this kid around. Percí cursed her hero-thing and nudged the kid. He must've been really out of it cause he didn't budge nor wake. She stares at the clouds like Zeus would give her some answer. Then she slid her arms around the kid and brought him inside. He was thin. Thinner than Nico, and Nico survived on pomegranates and grapes. Percí settled the kid on her couch then searched her thoughts. What would Mom do?

Percí grinned and moved into her kitchen to grab the bruise salve. Will had designed it for Rachel after the redhead had sword played with Percí and gotten a concussion for the fifth time. To be fair, Percí had gone easy on her. Mortals were just built like eggs. Either way, it'd work fine for the kid. He looked to be about twelve - which only made her want to help more - and was already on his way to becoming what one of the Aphrodite kids would call a 'heartbreaker'.

That being said, they called her a 'heartbreaker' and she wasn't even dating anyone!

Anyway, the kid. He was muscular for a preteen. Black hair windswept to one side. A pale face with a strong jaw. He was lean and tall and his torso looked like hell. She sighed and applied the salve, gently bandaging what had to be bruised ribs - if not broken. When she finished, she went back into the kitchen and dialled a familiar number. The phone beeped and Percí left what was most likely not the most disturbing message Sally Jackson had ever gotten. "Hey, mom. I kidnapped a kid and you're now a grandmother. If he doesn't run away, I'll bring him by for the holidays. Love you."

Then Percí did the healthy thing. She turned on her coffee machine and prepared herself for a long night of keeping watch, downing caffeine, and cursing the gods!

The kid woke up around three in the morning. Percí took a sip from her coffee to mask her reaction to the kids electric blue eyes. Eyes that were eerily similar to Jason. Dammit, Zeus, what'd you do now? The kid watched her warily then examines the bandages with narrowed eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?" the kid asked.

Potty mouth, Percí noted. "You can call me Blue," she responded, her New York accent clashing gently with his Midwestern one. "And you?"

"Kon-El," he replied, as if in habit before wincing. "I mean, uh, Conner."

Percí smirked. "Well, Conner, care to tell me why I found you passed out in my garbage?"

[writingseaslugs]

Che'nya: When You're Sick

I almost forgot to write Che’nya for this! I actually don’t have him in the dorm template, so if I ever forget him, just let me know and I’ll quickly write up his headcanons.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post. 

Che’nya: When You’re Sick

The worst thing to ever happen to you while attending Night Raven College had to be, hands down, getting sick. You were alone in the dorm with only ghosts and Grim to keep you company, and as much as you loved them, they couldn’t take care of you when you became sick. This meant you had to make do and hope that everything was alright. Normally if you were under the weather, you’d just suck it up and go to class so as to not worry anyone. This time however, that wasn’t an option.

You woke up with every muscle in your body feeling sore and aching with even the slightest movement. Your stomach churned something fearsome and you had a runny nose and cough to boot. You had no idea what illness you had fallen to. Having so many symptoms…you could only assume it was the flu or something akin to that.

Still, there was no way you were making it to class like this. So begrudgingly you told Grim you weren’t feeling good and needed to rest, and to go to class and get your homework so you could do it later. The demon cat was grumpy about not having his henchman, but eventually gave in, leaving you alone to rest in your room and hope that whatever you had would go away.

The only way he’s going to know if you’re sick is if he gets a message from you, or it's the day he’s decided to visit the school and notices it. If you’re the one who messages him first to let him know, he’s going to be coming over right away. He’s skipping classes, jumping out through a window, and rushing over to your dorm. He’ll make sure to stop by his own school nurse and get some medication though. He’s worried, especially since you contacted him about it.

Shockingly, he’s not half bad at taking care of others. While he doesn’t have to do it often, he does care for his friends and knows the basics. Not to mention it is taught at his school to make sure students know how to take care of themselves. One of the perks of going to the hero school. Still, it will probably be a shock to you when he shows up to your dorm with medication and looks like he’s ready to go full on nurse mode.

He’s pretty gentle and the usual mischievousness about him is kept to a minimum. He’s checking your temperature, asking how you’re feeling, bringing you food and water, and making sure you’re taking your medications he brought. He might even message Riddle to come over and check to make sure you’re really okay. At some point he’ll grow bored while you’re asleep though so he’s either going to go snoop around the dorm, torment poor Grim, or curl up next to you on the bed to join you. Who knows what he’s going to do, you surely don’t.

When you’re better he’s going to be teasing you about how he practically had to revive you from the dead. He’s relieved to see you’re doing better though, but he has to leave as soon as possible. The school is probably suspicious as to where he’s been this entire time, and he’d rather not get into serious trouble with them. So he’s probably just going to give you a quick kiss on the forehead and tell you to feel better and ruffle your hair. All in good fun, he promises.

[m4iya]

ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙ Matchup #4 @adverane ˙⋆✮ᐟ.ᝰ

Hello!! This is probably going to be my personal record for how fast I put out these things, but as a fellow STEM enthusiast, I decided to write it before I close matchups for now!

It actually took me some time to decide, but I’ve arrived at the decision to match you with Kuroo Tetsuro!

As we’ve seen on multiple instances, Kuroo is lowkey a nerd (I actually have not read the manga BUT I know a bunch of spoilers which don’t include his profession/what he studies after he graduates). In a school setting, the two of you might study together on a regular basis, or maybe even be academic rivals! Though, you might top the class in one specific subject, and he might top the class in another; though I can imagine the two of you studying hard to see who can get the higher grade.

Seeing as you also mentioned that you like cooking, I also think that (again in a school setting lol) you could make him lunches, or the two of you would share a lunch that you made. in the occasion that you make him a lunch, this is a scenario that I’ve imagined.

One day, while the two of you were eating lunch together in the school courtyard, you noticed that he never brings homemade food. He insists that it’s not because he can’t cook, but because he never has time to make anything in the morning.

That same day at night, while you were packing your own lunch you packed an extra one for him. though, you worried if it’d be enough, and thought that he might still be hungry after eating it. So, you ended up making a new batch of food, packing two lunchboxes for him instead of one.

After waking up the next morning, you decided you’d call him to let him know that lunch was on you today.

“..Hello?” A clearly just woken up Kuroo picks up the phone.

“Good morning! Shouldn’t you be up already?” You chirp.

“Maybe I was waiting for you to call me..”

“We both know you just woke up Kuroo”

“Fine, I give up” He sighs, and you laugh. “Don’t bring any lunch today, okay?”

“And why’s that?” He asks.

“If you don’t get out of bed you won’t find out”

“Okay okay,  Miss y/n”

Closing the phone, you left the house and made your way to school. Walking up to your classroom you placed your bag - which was considerably larger than usual - on the table.

Kuroo walked in shortly after, greeting you before noticing your bag.

“Woah, did you stuff a cat in there or something?” He joked, pointing at your bag. You couldn’t deny that it looked very large, but he was just going to have to get used to it.

“Obviously not!” you laughed.

After a few minutes, the rest of the students poured in, and homeroom began. Once it was time for lunch, you took the boxes out of your bag, and you both headed to the courtyard where you usually eat together.

“Is this why you told me not to bring any lunch?” He asked, the two of you sitting down on a patch of grass.

“Yep, I made you lunch instead!” You said, handing him the two boxes you packed for him.

“Isn’t this a lot?” He chuckled.

“Where else will you get energy for practice? From cream buns?”

“I guess not”

The two of you spoke and ate together, with you occasionally feeding him using your chopsticks, and him telling you how delicious the food was. Though suddenly, a voice from one of the buildings called out to you. It was one of your classmates informing you that a teacher needed to speak to you about your project for a science competition that you were planning on entering. You told Kuroo to finish and if he could, to put the lunchboxes back into her bag inside the classroom.

You ended up not being able to speak to him properly for the rest of the day after that, and you left school feeling mentally drained. You had so many things to do when you got home, and didn’t know where to even start. At around 6:30pm, you received a notification on your phone; it was a message from Kuroo.  

(lets ignore the cropping lol)

In the story, I mentioned a science project! In my head, it's a project for a local competition. Well, i can imagine the two of you winning first place together, and going out to eat afterwards!

[soaplickerrr]

Stray Love

~ The Date ~

Chapter #4

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Warnings ~ Fem Reader, Mentions of food.

This is short, all chapters will be short, and the story will overall be short. I'm trying to get used to writing again.

Proofread by @hereforthedrinkss

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You stood there for a few moments longer, savoring the warmth of the kiss Hyunjin had left on your cheek. The entire world seemed to blur around you, leaving you in a dreamlike state until the sharp buzz of your phone brought you back to reality. It was a text from Hyunjin:

-So about that date

A flutter of excitement and nervousness filled you as you quickly replied,

-What about it? Do you not want to go anymore ☹️?

His response came almost immediately,

-NO I WANNA GO!!! It's just, where do you think we can go? I can't get caught with a girl right before our comeback, it's a miracle that they haven't found the cafe I keep going to.. I also can't get caught going to your apartment either, so how about you come to the dorms? 😸

You smirked at his use of the cat emoji and replied with a skeptical

-🤨.

Hyunjin's next message was swift, almost frantic,

-NOT LIKE THAT!! You can come over, we’ll be in my room, we’ll get to know each other and I’ll order food! Chan hyung knows, but the others don't. But it’s okay! It'll just be me and you! Better bonding in private, with no people around to see who I am!

You teased back with,

-That's even creepier, watch you say 'Wanna eat ramen?' next 😒.

Hyunjin, ever the quick-witted one, responded,

-Well DO YOU??? Wanna eat ramen 😏?? JK JK JK JKKKKKK… Just please consider it, for both your safety and mine 🥺🥺

Rolling your eyes, you replied,

-Send that emoji again and there will be no date. But I'll consider it, pinky promise!

His enthusiasm practically burst through your screen with his reply,

-YAYYYYYY!!! I’LL TELL CHAN HYUNG THAT YOU’LL CONSIDER IT!!

The next day was rough. The cafe was unusually busy, and to top it off, the number of ignoring and rejections you received from customers left you feeling disheartened. After your shift, you went home and took a long, hot shower, thinking about Hyunjin's request the entire time. The steam and solitude helped clear your mind, and by the time you stepped out, you had made your decision. Yes.

You quickly dressed and texted Hyunjin,

-Yes, I’ll go over, just when?

His reply was instantaneous, filled with joy,

-REALLY, YAYYYYYY, COME OVER TOMORROW AT 11:30 AM, MAKE IT A LONG DATE, WE DON'T HAVE PRACTICE OR ANYTHING!!

Smiling at his exuberance, you responded,

-Tomorrow? Are you sure?

His confidence was unwavering,

-YES. 100%!!

You continued,

-Fine, send me your address and give me a dress code so I don’t show up looking horrible at an IDOL’S dorm.

Hyunjin quickly sent you the address and clicked the video call button,

-ANSWER MEEE

he texted.

You couldn't help but chuckle at how open he was becoming. You answered the call, and the two of you talked for a while, discussing your date. Both of you were flustered but equally excited. You talked about outfits and laughed over the anticipation, and before you knew it, it was nearly 1 AM. You decided it was time to hang up, wishing each other "Goodnight ❤️" before drifting off to sleep with happy thoughts.

You woke up the next morning at 9:19 AM, the thought of the date bringing a smile to your face. You took a shower, ate breakfast, and brushed your teeth, all the while trying to quell the butterflies in your stomach. Then, you attacked your closet, creating an absolute mess as you searched for the perfect outfit. Hyunjin had assured you that you’d look amazing in anything, but you wanted to look your best. You finally settled on something flattering and looked at the clock: 10:49

Rushing, you did your hair, impressed at the outcome in such a short time. You sprayed on some sweet-smelling perfume and applied a simple makeup look, aiming for cute and effortless. Grabbing your keys, you stuffed them into your jacket pocket and set off, walking to Hyunjin's dorm. It was a pleasant 20-minute walk, and the weather was just right, ensuring you'd arrive looking and feeling fresh.

At 11:29, you reached the address and knocked on the door Hyunjin had specified. Almost immediately, you heard the quick patter of feet rushing to the door. Hyunjin opened it excitedly, pulling you into a long, warm hug. His enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile as you gently kissed his cheek. He froze for a second, surprised, before grabbing your hand and guiding you inside.

You shyly looked down, avoiding the curious stares of 3RACHA. The reality of being in the same space as the members of Stray Kids was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Hyunjin led you to his room and closed the door behind you. The first words out of your mouth were, “Holy shit, I’m in the same space as 3RACHA.”

Hyunjin quickly protested with a playful pout, “Hey! What about me?!”

You giggled at his reaction. "Well, you’re included too, obviously. But I’m just a little starstruck."

He rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation, "Fine, I'll forgive you this time. Come on, sit down, make yourself comfortable."

You sat on his bed, feeling a bit surreal about the whole situation. Hyunjin sat beside you, close enough that your knees touched.

"So, this is where you live, huh?" you asked, looking around his room. It was tidy, yet personal, with little decorations and items that reflected his personality.

"Yeah, this is my sanctuary," he said with a smile, watching you take everything in. "It’s nice to have you here."

You nodded, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity settling in. "I’m glad to be here."

Hyunjin reached out and took your hand, intertwining your fingers. "I’ve been looking forward to this. To just spending time together, without any other people around."

You squeezed his hand gently. "Me too. It’s nice to just be ourselves."

He looked into your eyes, his expression serious yet tender. "I hope you know how much this means to me. You being here, giving us a chance."

You felt your heart swell at his words. "It means a lot to me too, Hyunjin."

He smiled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Good. Now, what do you want to do first? We have the whole day."

You laughed, feeling the excitement bubble up again. "Well, you mentioned food. What do you have in mind?"

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. "I was thinking of ordering some takeout. We can have a little picnic right here."

You agreed, and soon enough, you were both browsing through menus on his phone, deciding what to order. Hyunjin was playful and animated, making you laugh with his enthusiastic suggestions.

As you waited for the food to arrive, you talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and laughter. The awkwardness from earlier melted away, replaced by a growing sense of closeness and comfort.

When the food finally arrived, Hyunjin set up a cozy little picnic on his floor, complete with a blanket and an assortment of delicious dishes. You both sat down, digging in with gusto, enjoying the food and each other’s company.

Between bites, you found yourself sharing more about your life, your dreams, and your fears. Hyunjin listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours, making you feel seen and valued in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.

In return, he opened up about his life as an idol, the pressures and the joys, the loneliness and the exhilaration. His honesty and vulnerability touched you deeply, and you found yourself growing more and more fond of him with each passing moment.

Hours passed in a blur of conversation, laughter, and shared moments. Before you knew it, the sun had started to set, casting a warm glow through the window.

Hyunjin looked at you, his expression soft and content. "Thank you for today. This has been… amazing."

You smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and happiness that you hadn't felt in a long time. "Thank you, Hyunjin. I feel the same way."

As the day drew to a close, you both knew that this was just the beginning. The connection you had formed today was something special, something worth holding onto.

Hyunjin walked you to the door, his hand holding yours firmly but gently. "I’ll see you again soon, right?"

You nodded, your heart full. "Definitely."

He leaned in and kissed your cheek softly, his touch lingering. "Goodnight," he whispered.

"Goodnight, Hyunjin," you replied, smiling up at him.

Just as you were about to step out, he stopped you. "Wait," he said, a hint of concern in his voice. "It's late, and I don't want you walking home alone."

You blinked in surprise. "But it's not that far."

"I know," he replied, already reaching for his phone. "But I’d feel better if I drove you. Let me borrow Chan’s car."

A few moments later, after a brief conversation with Chan, Hyunjin had the keys. He put on a mask and a cap, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.

"Ready?" Hyunjin asked, adjusting his mask and cap.

You nodded, a warm feeling spreading through you at his concern. "Yeah, let's go."

He led you to Chan's car, opening the passenger door for you before sliding into the driver's seat. As he started the car, he glanced over at you, his eyes crinkling with a smile you could feel even through the mask. The drive was quiet but comfortable, both of you enjoying the companionable silence after such an eventful day.

Before long, you arrived at your apartment. Hyunjin stopped the car and you got out, taking a moment to savor the evening air. You walked around to the driver's side and tapped on the window. He looked up, surprised, and rolled it down.

You leaned in, your heart pounding in your chest. "Thanks for the ride, Hyunjin. And for today," you said softly, reaching out to pull down his mask.

He looked at you, eyes wide with surprise and something else—something tender. Before he could react, you kissed him, your lips landing right at the corner of his mouth. He froze for a second, and then his cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

You giggled at his reaction, feeling a mixture of affection and triumph. "Goodnight, Hyunjin," you whispered, stepping back.

He blinked, still processing the kiss, then managed to stammer out, "G-goodnight."

With a smile, you turned and walked to your apartment door. You unlocked it, then turned around for one last look. Hyunjin was still watching you, his face half-hidden but his eyes warm and bright. You waved, and he waved back, finally breaking into a shy, wide smile.

You walked inside and closed the door behind you, your heart feeling light and full. Moving to the window, you watched as Hyunjin started the car and drove away, his taillights disappearing into the night.

As you settled in for the evening, you couldn't help but smile. Today had been perfect, and you knew it was just the beginning of something wonderful.

This feels..not it.

[the-fluff-piece]

Sanji x reader modern day AU part 2:

I just want some f**ing coffee

Part 1: I just want some f**king...wine!

Part 3: I just want some f**ing sleep and comfort

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My Masterlist - Short and Multichapter stories

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The date you were on the other night was disappointing - but the food was great! For some reason though, a chef from the restaurant took an interest in you. After crashing your date, he realised you were living right next to him all this time - and vows to court you until you're his! In this chapter, Sanji will bring your hungover ass some delicious breakfast and you'll get to know him (and his lips) a little better

Saturday morning. You woke up late, two glasses of wine really did knock you out, how pathetic. In uni, you could easily have double that and not even noticed. Sleepy and with a light headache, you check your phone - no message from Thomas. So he didn't like the date, either. No surprises there. Still stung.

You peeled out of your blanked for your morning ritual: a cigarette and coffee on the balcony. You caught your reflection in the mirror: yup, looking tired as fuck. Bags under your eyes, hair like a bird's nest and the general vibe of something that had existed for too long at the bottom of a handbag. Enough to scare the shit out of the judgy older lady from across the street when she would see you. It were the small things that made you happy.

You shuffled to your kitchen where you made a horrible discovery: Coffee was empty. Even scraping at the bottom of the tin can didn't produce enough for a cup, so you grumpily slipped into your fluffy robe, grabbed the pack of cigarettes and shuffled on to your small city balcony.

You lit one and watched the people on the street: an old lady with a cute dog, they were often walking by, so adorable. Joggers. Should do that, too. Sometimes. Not now. Woman on bike, looking fab. Damn, I should buy some of those workout pants, too. They look comfy! Hot blond guy with shopping bags, waving at someone. He looks like a snack. Cute cat yawning. Should get a fuckton of tho- wait a minute, you knew that guy. That was Sanji from yesterday.

Yet another cigarette became the victim of slack jawed staring between the two of you, sailing down to the street two stories below. Poor thing.

"Hey princess, I brought you coffee! On the house!" He shouted, grinning from ear to ear. "I got breakfast, too!" He had the inflection of someone luring an animal using treats. It worked well.

Your caffeine deprived brain couldn't fathom what was happening down there: the cook strolled towards the building and you lost sight of him. Shortly afterwards you heard a knock on your door. You ran inside to look through the peephole in the door.

What the fuck.

"Hey princess, I didn't know what you liked so I brought the classics!" his cheery voice could clearly be heard through the door and you saw his clear, blue eyes looking directly through the peephole in a fish-eye perspective.

"Can we maybe start at...WHY ARE YOU HERE? HOW?" You screamed at the door.

"I saw that you lived here, too! What a coincidence ! I just wanted to apologise for yesterday. Please let me make breakfast for you!" His muffled voice from behind the door sounded excited and way too cheery for this hour.

You listened to true crime, you were half sure that the guy was a crazy murderer, killing lonely women and possibly cooking them. But there was also a strong dependency on coffee and you were sure that you wouldn't make it to the supermarket in your state.

And it would be rude to refuse his offer. You removed the doorchain, unlocking the door. Sanji stood there with the widest, happiest grin you have ever seen, holding up a shopping bag full of groceries and with a duffle bag strapped around his shoulder. He was wearing fine pants and shoes and a very comfortable looking hoodie. The moment his eyes caught your sight they lit up with delight and a flow of barely discernible syllables bubbled from his mouth.

"There you are JUST LIKE I REMEMBER I will make you the best breakfast OF YOUR LIFE ❤❤❤" he mumbled like an old lady talking to her kitty cat. This weirdo was definitely not feeling dangerous enough to be a murderer. You stepped to the side. He moved past you into your apartment, looking around with open interest.

"How cozy! I love that chair - oh I know that book! Wow you have lots of plants, I somehow cannot keep them alive." He looked around like a tourist in the middle of a historic little town, slowly making his way towards your kitchenette.

"Uhm, it's not much, and it's not exactly cleaned up..." you apologised. Surely he was used to grade A equipment.

"It's fine, I have the same one, our apartments are quite similar." He explained, not showing the slightest sign of shock over your dirty little kitchen. "Besides, I brought some stuff." He sat the duffel bag down.

Humming to himself, he began unpacking and cleaning simultaneously like it was the most normal thing for him to operate in your kitchen. Dazzled, you fell into your comfy armchair and watched that tall, slender and overall handsome guy in your kitchen. He unpacked various ingredients and began rummaging through your cupboards, eventually finding a bowl and beginning to mix something. He even made a little show of flipping bottles around in his hand like a bartender or cracking eggs open with one hand. You felt a bit useless.

"Can I help...?" You asked, unsure of what you could even do.

"No, need. I'm cooking for you!" He turned around with a wink.

"Oh...ok." you said, getting up, feeling your headache again.

"I'm gonna...take shower" you decided and went to your small bath.

"Yes take your time! I'll call you when it's time to eat" he assured you.

Getting into the shower stall, your body slowly woke up. The hot water and flowery scent of your soap relaxed and refreshed you, soothed the ache in your head. Haven't had a man in here in...four years? And a handsome one at that. How strange. The realization of what was happening in your apartment at this moment was hitting differently now that you've awakened.

There is a hot guy. In my apartment. He's cooking breakfast for me.

Fuck, I look like shit. Fuckfuck! You decided to put as much effort into this as you dared. Quite frankly, you were out of practice. You washed your hair with the special expensive shampoo you once bought and never really used, you tried to peel and moisturize your face like you wanted to every day, and you put on a light perfume, that also just sat there for special occasions like today.

You snuck to your wardrobe in the bedroom. Outfit - what do you wear to a spontaneous breakfast with a guy who wears business casual on a saturday morning? A Blazer and blouse? The dress you wore to your sisters wedding? Standing in front of your wardrobe, you noticed that it was much too full but you still had nothing to wear.

You reminded yourself that he had already seen you at your (almost) worst, everything was an improvement. Deciding on a casual outfit, you grabbed a shirt and a pair of slacks and peaked into your living room/ kitchenette. Sanji had a towel over his shoulder, whistling as he cut a vanilla bean open. You came to stand next to him at the counter to look what he was doing. His sleeves were rolled up and he wore a black apron.

"Hey princess, there you are!" He greeted you as he took some cream out of the shopping bag and put it on the counter.

"Do you have to call me princess all the time?" You asked. "It's kind of making me uncomfortable."

"If you don't like it, I'll stop, mademoiselle" he told you with a wink. You rolled your eyes at him and he chuckled.

"Do you have something like a whisk?" he asked even though he already had a look around your kitchen.

You pointed to a cupboard above you.

"Thank you, mademoiselle" he said and smiled at you. As he moved to open it, you became once again aware of how tall he was. He reached over your head, getting extremely close and you caught the scent of his cologne.

He took out the kitchen utensil and began whisking the vanilla in a bowl together with sugar and the fresh vanilla. It was fascinating to watch his practiced movements and his joy while cooking.

He reached into his bag again and set a device made of metal on the counter, shaped like a bottle but with a few applications. You knew that thing from that one cooking show, but the name eluded you.

"Know what that is?" Sanji asked when he saw you staring.

"Of course" you say with your most confident voice, "that's a cream whipping thingy" you concluded.

He laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"Exactly! I'll have to tell my colleagues at the baratie about it's new name." He joked while he filled the device of unknown designation with the cream and screwed it shut.

"You know you can also use it for soup" he explained as he put it into your empty refrigerator.

"A whipped cream soup?" You asked and Sanji laughed again. His happiness was infectious.

"I'll show you another time." He promised as he started to prepare coffee beans with a small hand operated grinder. Another time? He was planning other times already?

"So, since you were on a date just yesterday I'm guessing you don't have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?" He tried to ask casually, but his eyes were darting nervously as he spoke.

"No, I don't" you honestly answered and heard him exhale with relief.

"I bet the guys are all crazy about you!" He mused, watching your reaction. You snorted at that.

"Yeah, so crazy they're all running away" you commented, trying not to sound bitter and failing spectacularly. You added: "seriously, I think I am not made for dating. They all want to be 'just friends', guess I am that type of girl."

"Good to know that other men have no taste in women." He said happily. "Makes it easier for me" he continued. He cooked coffee now, pouring the hot water carefully over the powder. It smelled delicious. While the water turned into precious coffee he began setting the table. You were already reaching for the coffee pot like the junky you were when he caught your wrist. Even his hand felt soft.

"It's not done yet! I'll serve it to you when it's perfect to drink" he told you, turning your hand around in his and breathing the faintest kiss onto your wrist, causing you to blush violently.

"Just sit down while I add some finishing touches. You must be so hungry" he mused.

You wandered back to your comfy armchair on shaky legs, the tingle of his touch still fresh on your skin, looking at the beautiful cook working his magic in your tiny kitchen. When he began to set the table, you were still baffled by the variety and professional look of the foods.

There where beautifully decorated crepes with fruit and whipped cream, a steaming pot of delicious smelling coffee, bread slices surrounded by what looked like home made, savory spreads, fresh orange juice and some cooked eggs. It looked perfect and smelled like heaven. You took out your phone and made a picture to send it to your friend Chrissy to show off.

"Am I already making it to your Instagram? I feel honored" You heard him behind you as he peeked shamelessly into your phone, almost resting his chin on your shoulder.

"But let's not just look, let's eat." He waited behind a chair for you and pushed it to the table before he sat down himself, spinning the chair around and sitting down backwards, with his hands and head resting on top of the backrest.

You didn't know what you expected, but you were overwhelmed. "Uhm, why are you doing this again?" You asked insecurely - the best your ex ever managed was toast and marmalade.

"A beautiful lady deserves to be pampered" he answered in a serious tone. "Besides, I kind of lost my temper yesterday and crashed your date" he didn't seem sorry, in fact he grinned when he said it.

"So enjoy! I cooked up a luxury breakfast for you." His blue eyes sparkled with anticipation as you carefully loaded the crepe onto your plate, destroying the small masterpiece somewhat. You were normally not one to have breakfast, but the appetizing smell got you hungry.

The crepe was soft and warm, the cream tasted like vanilla with a hint of cinnamon. Its texture was perfect: creamy and fluffy, slightly buttery. It was perfectly balanced with the fresh, sour taste of the fruits. You could have moaned it was so good!

Ping

Ping

Ping

The constant ping of a cell phone was distracting you from the taste orgasm you were having. Opening your eyes, you saw Sanji, leaning on the backrest, staring at you with hooded eyes and an open mouth.

Ping

"Someone's messaging you I guess" you told him, ripping him from his trance.

"Oh, sorry! I should have turned that off." He took out the phone from his pocket and unlocked it. Being as nosy as he had been, you peeked at the screen - seeing the familiar design of a dating app.

Of course he was online dating. Every ping was a match, from the looks of it he got lots. Of course he was a player, the signs were all there, you just didn't want to see them. Suits, cooking, all that "princess" and "mademoiselle" bullshit. You scowled, hard. Years of training in the harsh world have made your scowl a powerful tool to broadcast your dissatisfaction to the world. Sanji understood immediately.

"No! It's not like that! I swear!" He held up his hands.

"I didn't say anything" you told him, surly.

"But you looked. Here, nothing is happening." He handed you his phone. What normal person does that?

You looked at his app, he had almost a thousand contacts, in this small town quite significant. Apparently, he was just matching every single woman he was shown, and most of them matched back. You navigated to the messages, he didn't protest. It really was sad.

He opened most conversations, all of them were a variation of "bonjour mademoiselle, I love you" and were read but ignored. The last messages were months old, he must have given up at some point. It was a strange display.

"You really thought this line would work? Just telling random women you love them right away?" You asked, unwilling to believe that someone would dedicate time and effort to this approach.

"It's no line!" He protested. "I love all women!" He said it as if this was a normal thing to say to a woman he currently was kind of flirting with.

"You won't get very far with that, this is too much too soon" you tried to explain.

"Why?" He asked seriously. "Love is good! Everyone wants to be loved!" He seemed very passionate about that.

"You don't just see someone and fall in love, that's not how it works, and it's not healthy" You were drawn into an obviously doomed debate but couldn't help it.

"No offense but, forcing yourself to date someone you don't like and doesn't respect you seems pretty far from love as well" he mused.

"Touche" you conceded, thinking about last night's disaster.

To your surprise, he blushed furiously and seemed strangely giddy all of a sudden.

"You are already jealous!" He said happily. "You want me so much that you are jealous, but don't be! The dating app didn't work because this" he pointed at himself and you" this is destiny!" He got up and swirled around like he was dancing, pouring you a fresh cup of coffee in the process.

"Just milk, no sugar" you reflexively said. He nodded and poured milk from a tiny carton into the cup. After the wine, the pasta, the dessert and the crepe, your expectations regarding this coffee were sky high.

You took a sip, Sanji almost leaned all the way over the table to savour your reaction.

It held up. The coffee tasted soft and just like freshly grounded beans always smelled. Like chocolate and nuts and warm summer mornings. You smiled as you remembered the delicious scent in the mornings of your childhood when the grownups drank their coffee while you had a whole day of playing ahead of you.

You heard a soft whimper from Sanji. He was staring at you with his mouth open.

"It's so nice to take care of someone who appreciates it." He said. "You're so sensual..." the last words were a husky whisper and his eyes fell shut. An unexpected kiss landed on your lips. It was nervous and hot and a little too wet, his eagerness getting the better of him. His little moustache tickled your face and you couldn't help but fondling that small goatee with your fingers. He kissed and touched you like a horny teenager, moaning as his tongue played around your mouth and his hands wandered over your body like he couldn't feel enough of you at once. His nimble, long fingers threaded through your hair.

It felt good, but it was too much. A guy with that kind of dating app approach was still a red flag. In a second, you could see your heart break when he left as soon as he got what he wanted. This was too easy, too perfect. Something was seriously wrong.

You pressed your hand against his muscular chest, but he didn't get the hint. He seemed to interpret it as you exploring him and he clutched your hand to himself, encouraging you to feel around more. It was seductive to just keep running your hand over his body, you could clearly feel his defined muscles under the soft fabric of his hoodie. But the doubt was too much for you to handle.

As his mouth broke away to kiss your hand, you managed to tell him: "Stop! Now!" He immediately let go and backed off, looking confused but still very much aroused. He was handsome with his lips red from a passionate kiss and his cheeks blushing. Too perfect.

"Did I hurt you? I am so sorry!" He wrung his hands and looked like a boy that had broken something expensive.

"No, it's just too fast. And I honestly don't know if I even want that right now." You explained.

He looked like you just stabbed him. Either he was the strangest, most naive man you ever met - or he was the best actor and most skilled asshole who would break your heart.

He turned away, looking hurt and small. But he was a grown man - he had to deal with rejection. You bet you weren't the first woman he startled. After a few seconds of hurt he seemed to get a hold of himself as he began to fidget with a zippo from his pocket.

"I am sorry I fell upon you like that. And kind of ruined the mood." He looked defeated, but composed. "I will be more controlled in the future. I am sorry!" He apologised with a smile that had to be forgiven immediately.

"Let's just be adults about this and forget it" you tried to somehow save the situation.

"No." He said decidedly.

"What?" You were confused.

"I'm never going to forget that. I don't want to act like I wasn't interested in you. I'll never ask for something in return when I cook for you, I promise. Please, let me cook for you in the future" he pleaded, absolutely losing you. What was his deal?

"So please, enjoy your breakfast" he said and sat down again to watch you. He explained all the foods to you in detail, making your head spin a little with all the information. He was almost like a podcast you could listen to while eating. Although your usual eating entertainment was Netflix. On the couch.

"So, after just now I hope it's not weird...but I brought the last classic for a fancy breakfast." He said a bit flustered.

"What is that? I am already stuffed..." You answered.

"Some champagne" He grinned.

"Did you really bring champagne?" You asked in disbelief.

"Just an open one from the Restaurant, we wouldn't sell that tonight anymore. But it's enough for two glasses and fresh enough." He explained, his relaxed smile back in place.

"Mhm, after yesterday I am a little hungover...just a sip?" You asked as he already poured two glasses.

You felt so tired and cozy, the table wasn't cutting it anymore. Actually, it has been ages since you used the small kitchen table - the couch was much more comfortable.

"Let's sit down here" you suggested and Sanji brought the glasses to your coffee table and sat down next to you with a wide grin and the bearing of someone who had just scored a win. He lay his arm on the headrest just above you and took one of the glasses.

"To destiny" He mumbled a toast.

"Destiny?" You giggled.

"Don't laugh! Do you think it's coincidence that you sit in my restaurant and an hour later I see that you live in my apartment building?" He said sternly.

"We live in a small town in a small building, we would have met sooner or later" you argued.

"Still destiny..." he mumbled with an adorable pout.

You touch your glass softly to his and say: "to daydrinking!"

He laughs. "To the good life" he returns the toast and you both drink.

The champagne is a bit too dry for your tastes, but surprisingly smooth. When was the last time you had a drink before noon? Probably some company event.

Looking at the handsome man on your couch, you deluded yourself into thinking you could have fun with him without attachment. Even in the moment the thought crossed your mind, it was as clear as the sparkling wine in your hand that you already liked him. He looked to inviting next to you, his outstretched arm creating the perfect space for you to rest your head. You leaned against him, feeling the soft fabric of his hoodie and his warmth once again. And it saved you from drowning in his eyes. He gasped a little when you touched him and began breathing really hard - good actor? Really naive? Doesn't matter now.

"Tell me something about yourself" you told him.

"Uhm mhm well I am a cook" he mumbled like his mouth was giving up.

"I know that" you told him. "What about family? Is this your family's restaurant?"

"Well kind of. More my stepfather. I don't really...it's complicated" he suddenly sounded like a normal person again. "But Zeff is really cool! And my colleagues at the restaurant are like my brothers." He told you about his stepfather, the restaurant and what kinds of menus he planned as you sipped your champagne. Between the hangover, a long week and a big breakfast - you were absolutely exhausted. Before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep, dreaming a pleasant dream about you and Sanji owning a small bistro somewhere nice and quiet.

When you woke up again, you were alone on the couch, afternoon sun bathed your living room in golden light, Sanji was gone. You lay outstretched under a blanket, the champagne was gone, too.

Fuck, now I fall asleep at a date? Is he mad at me?

The kitchenette is spotless, safe for the cream whipping thingy drying next to the sink. He cleaned up and left. Maybe you should bring him the thing? Or will he come and pick it up?

Undecided, you poured yourself the last cup of cold coffee. It tasted a little bland now, having lost its full aroma. You looked around your empty apartment and missed Sanji's cheery busyness already. Maybe you should just go and see where he lived. But you didn't even know his last name.

Years of online dating and unhealthy nosiness had given you the talent to find people by first name and extra info. You googled "Sanji" and "Baratie" and found an interesting newsarticle: "Success for charity" it said. "The local restaurant Baratie made a big leap for charity this weekend, inviting the children of the local community centre to cook delicious and healthy meals together. A win for the community and the children".

There was an adorable picture of Sanji, his arm around a cute little girl holding a plate of vegetables. The description read: "Sanji Vinsmoke showed the children that veggies can be tasty".

Bingo!

You would just stroll through the building and give him back his stuff and apologise for falling asleep on him. Like a normal, nice person. You were 99% sure that he didn't play games like "wait 3 days until you write" or something.

The halls of the building were narrow and long and it took you some time to find his name on one of the doors, it was on the opposite side of the building, no wonder you never bumped into him.

You pressed the doorbell, already anxious to see him again. Soft footsteps could be heard, the door opened. Your world crumbled a bit.

In front if you stood an absolute sexbomb of a woman. She wore Sanji's hoodie - the one you fell asleep on just earlier - and nothing else as it seemed. She had long, smooth legs, a perfect hourglass figure, full lips and the cutest face. Her pink hair was a perfect messy look. You stared. She looked annoyed.

"Yes?" She asked in a melodic voice.

"Uhm, is Sanji here?" You asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the flat behind her. She blocked your view.

"No, he is at work." Her answer was short and finite.

"I brought his cream whipping thing back" you stammered and indicated the device you were holding.

"Syphon" the woman stated.

"What?" You asked, confused.

"It's called a syphon. Thank you. Bye." The woman took the syphon out of your hand and closed the door, leaving you dumbstruck in the hallway.

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What is happening here? Who is the mystery lady? What's her relationship with Sanji? Is the writer of this story just messing with you to create a cheap cliffhanger?

Find out in the next installment of this Sanji modern day AU!

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With Love, Pip

Viktor x Reader

Content Warning: loss of a pet (cat), hurt/comfort, let me write my silly little stories for comfort, okay

Format: Headcanons/bullet point story

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-Viktor sits idly at his desk, listening to the tick of the small clock set on the edge of it. He pokes and prods at a delicate machine, oh so carefully folding tiny wires over each other and soldering them into place.

-You’re late.

-He has other work that desperately needs to be completed, but he finds himself unable to focus on anything less than menial. Not when your presence isn’t lighting up the room.

-It’s not so much your presence, he realizes, so much it is the fact that you’re late. You’re never late. 

-Every morning when you woke up together, he’d tenderly kiss your face until you squirmed and opened your eyes. You’d smile drowsily at him, and brush some of the fluffy hairs off his forehead, trying in vain to tame his bedhead. Your conversation would be quiet, while he got ready to head into the lab.

-You always stayed in bed while he shrugged on his clothes for the day, sitting up only to help him with his tie, and to straighten his vest. You’d tell him about your plans for the afternoon, and whether or not you were planning on dropping in - if you’d bring food with you, and if he had any requests.

-But now, settled at his desk, he wonders if his mornings are blurring together. He loves waking up next to you, and he loves the little bit of time you get to spend together: it might be expected and predictable, but it’s hardly monotonous. Every moment with you is something to be remembered.

-Which means you must have said you’d be in during lunch, today.

-Which means you’re late.

-He knows that he’s being a little overbearing about it. But part of what he loves about you is the fact that he rarely has to guess - not about where you’ll be, or when you’ll be. He doesn’t have to worry about having to sit through some kind of weird dinner, or floundering around some spontaneous date activity.

-He enjoys the mundanity of your shared home life, and he’s comfortable in the routine you’ve made together.

-Which is why he’s so stressed that something has changed. Without his knowledge, nonetheless. It wasn’t like you to just up and decide to do something different with your day - not after you’d already told him you’d come by to visit, and not without talking to him about it first.

-Which makes him think that something must have happened.

-Logically, he knows that something happening doesn’t mean something bad. For all he knows, you could have run into an old friend on the way over, and gotten caught up in a lengthy conversation. Or maybe some parts of your usual route had been closed, and you’d had to go around.

-But he can’t shake the feeling that something terrible has happened. 

-But you’re only ten minutes late. How would he even explain to Jayce why he needed to leave early for the day? Explain that he - a man of science and hard proof - had an awful gut feeling that something was wrong?

-Jayce wouldn’t make fun of him for that sort of thing - they’re friends, and Viktor knows he struggles with his own set of issues. But still.

-After much internal debate, he decides that he’ll wait. Patiently, and quietly, he’ll work on his tasks and go through his experiments, and if you’ve still not shown up by the end of the hour, and no message has come by to explain your absence, then he’ll consider stepping out.

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-As luck would have it, he gets a little caught up in everything. Like usual, he’s distracted by his work, and the act of fixing smaller experiments is enough to quell the anxiety looming in the back of his mind.

-Until he finds himself squinting down at the little details he’s picking at, having to flick on a bright overhead lamp just to continue to see what he’s doing.

-And that’s when it dawns on him.

-The sun is hanging low in the sky, casting beautiful pastels and vibrant reds across the sky…and you’d hadn’t shown up at all. 

-He sits up in his seat, glancing over to the clock on the corner of his desk to confirm that yes, it’s really that late in the day. 

-It doesn’t take him long to pack all his things, tucking away a couple of notebooks and small tools that he might need for his projects around your home. Jayce doesn’t even bat an eye at him, wishing him a pleasant evening as he slings his bag over his shoulder and slips out the door to the lab.

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-He’d hoped that the journey back to your shared home would have relaxed him a little bit. That the fresh air would have soothed the worries roiling around in his gut, and calmed his lingering sense of dread. But everything seems to have the opposite effect.

-Every step he takes towards where he hopes you’ll be, his heart sinks lower and lower. As if he’s expecting something terrible to have happened, as if he somehow knows that you’re sick, or hurt, or worse.

-He tries to tell himself that he’s overreacting - that what he’s feeling is nothing but a lingering anxiety after you’d failed to show up for lunch. It’s normal to be worried, he thinks, as he unlocks your front door…

-Only to find that it’s already unlocked. His brows pinch together in concern, and he steps inside to further investigate.

-It’s only worse once he’s in.

-From what he can see, nothing is any different than it had been that morning. Everything smells the same, and looks the same, and your keys are still hanging on the hook behind the door. Your shoes are on the rack, and your coat is in the closet, which is still open from when he left.

-But the air is stifling. Heavy like lead, bearing down on him and crushing the air out of his lungs.

-He toes his shoes off, and lets his bag drop softly to the floor. He calls your name. Steps further into the apartment. Calls your name again.

-Everything is silent, except…

-He hurries towards the sound, letting it lead him deeper and deeper inwards - past each room, dark and empty and untouched. Until he reaches the familiar sight of your bedroom, where he finds you.

-Curled up in your bed, still and silent, save for the occasional wet sniffle. He murmurs your name again, concern rising quickly in his chest as he makes his way over to you. You don’t say anything, don’t turn towards him or croak his name. You just…lay there.

-And once he’s at your side, he sees why.

-There, bundled up in a towel and protectively nestled in your arms, is Pip. The little cat you’d adopted years ago - before the two of you had even met each other. She was a constant companion in your life, your baby, the furry holder of your heart.

-Pip, who had wormed her way into his heart as well, providing him with comfort and affection and the aesthetic addition of cat hair to his clothes. Warming his lap on cool winter nights, welcoming him home when he arrived long after you’d gone to sleep.

-She could be sleeping, he thinks, but staring down at her, at you?

-He knows.

-And it breaks his heart.

-He doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t try to ask you what had happened, doesn’t try to ask you to recount the day and go through everything all over again. He leans his cane against your bedside table, and clambers onto the mattress beside you, slotting himself firmly against your back, letting his body slip into the same curve as yours.

-Your sobs come harder, when he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your hair. Harder and harder, the tighter he holds you: as you allow yourself to let the grief sink in, knowing he’d be there to catch you.

-The three of you stay like that for what feels like hours. The sun dips below the horizon, and the sky darkens, revealing the twinkle of stars. Neither of you want to move from where you lay tucked up with each other, the only place you feel you might be safe from the harshness of reality.

-But you know you have to.

- “Do you think our landlord would let us bury her in the back garden?” you ask, your voice raw after so much crying.

-He sighs deeply, blinking back the newest sting of tears. “I think so,” he replies, laying a long kiss on the curve of your shoulder. “He always brought treats for her, whenever he dropped by to check in. And I know our upstairs neighbor put one of their own to rest beneath the cherry bushes.”

-You sniffle again, and he watches sadly as you stoop to press one last kiss to Pip’s soft, dappled head, before covering her with the towel.

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-The rest of the night is quiet and somber. The two of you make your way to your landlord’s apartment, to quietly ask for permission to put Pip in the garden. He understands, like Viktor had promised he would - even more, he helps you dig a little site for her, while Viktor keeps her safely swaddled in his arms.

-He then leaves the two of you to lay her down, rumbling his condolences before heading back into the warmth of the building.

-It almost feels wrong, leaving her out in the cold like this. But you know, and Viktor knows, that she’ll be happiest there: in the soil, among the flowering plants, where she can return to the universe.

[lino-jagiyaa]

far yet together — hwang hyunjin

genre: fluff + a little angst | pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x gn!reader | warnings: slight swearing | words : 1054. | do not repost or translate ©︎lino-jagiyaa

a/n: in celebration of hyunjin’s birthday today, i wrote this little drabble!

💭 you and hyunjin are apart yet again on his birthday but he tries to make it up to you the best that he can until he comes back ♡

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hyunjin was scheduled to resume tour today so you wouldn’t be able to see him in person for almost a week until he was able to come home. it pissed you off to say the least. why couldn’t they schedule the tour dates so they consider the members birthdays? the question the plagued your mind every time your boyfriend or his band mates had long schedules on their special days.

if it was aggravating to you, then you knew it had to be for them as well. they often have to plan things ahead or push plans back a few days or weeks.

when hyunjin sent you a voicemail the night he was leaving, reminding you how long he’d be away, you had already fallen asleep.

hyunniebun ❣️: hi, love. just want to say that i love you and hope you sleep well. my flight is in half an hour and i know you won’t see this until the morning since you’re already asleep. i’ll talk to you as soon as i can, ok?

as soon as you woke up the next morning, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages and found the voicemail hyunjin had left. hearing the sadness in his voice as he spoke made your heart hurt. knowing he’s just as pained being away from you. you wish the two of you could run away together. to get away from all the hurt. never have to be apart for more than a few hours at most. but what you didn’t know was, hyunjin felt that he’d never be enough for you never being enough because he’s not always there for you physically. it hurt him to even think about letting you go, but he knew it wouldn’t be as easy as it seemed to quit his job, pack up and leave. he loved both of you and he didn’t know how to weigh in both at the same time. it was draining him mentally day by day.

he knew he had to talk to you about how he was feeling but he didn’t want to worry you. make you feel like he was leaving since that wasn’t what he truly wanted to do. he just needed to get the underlying feelings off of his chest because he felt like he would explode otherwise.

the sun had rose and fallen since you last spoke to him. and with not much to pass the day, you just sat at home after work awaiting his call. your cat, honey accompanying you as you tapped your fingers on the edge of your desk. you had your laptop opened to facetime so you’d be ready as soon as his contact popped up, with nothing else on your mind.

when your laptop flashed the call screen, you sat straight up in your chair and quickly clicked answer.

“hi, baby!,” hyunjin smiled as soon as he saw your face, “i miss you so much already, can’t wait to come home and give you so many hugs.” he frowned a little

“hyune, i miss you too. did you have fun at the first show?”

“mhm, stay had so much energy tonight. it gave me and the boys more energy as well.” he laughed

“that’s good. don’t want you boys falling asleep on stage. i know the jet lag must’ve been bad as soon as you landed, huh.”

“yeah, but we ended up taking naps, and soon after we got to explore the city a little.”

“ooh how fun, did you get to go to any gift shops and eat some good food?” you ask, curiously

“yeah! it was really fun, love. we even wet to an arcade and won some prizes. i’ll be collecting little trinkets and plushies to bring back to you.” his eyes turning to crescents as he smiled

“that’s great. i’m glad everyone is having fun and eating well. make sure to send me lots of pictures.”

“i will. i brought my digital camera and we also picked up some disposable ones. so there’ll be plenty to show you,” he trailed off a little, “besides all of that, how are you holding up?” he asked worridly

hyunjin could see the lack of sleep on your face. dark circles occupying your eyes. he knew it was hard for you to get good rest when he was away for so long.

“i’m doing okay, hyune. i’ll be fine, i promise.” you give him a tired smile

“alright, love. you know you can always talk to me if something is troubling you, right?”

“i know, babe. i promise i will.”

“okay. but there is something i’d like to talk to you about…” he trailed off again, but this time you noticed.

“what is it? did something happen?”

“no, no. nothing in particular happened, it’s just i hate being away from you and i hate it but i always feel like i don’t deserve to be with you. i-i’m not there with or for you enough of the time and i know it bothers you too. hell, you can’t even get proper rest when i’m not around and i hate making you feel like that. i’m so sorry i’m not there whe you need me. i wish-” he started to tear up. you could hear the shakiness in his voice.

“hyunjin. it’s okay.” you cut him off

“no it’s not. you know it’s not. i don’t deserve you. you don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

“hyune, baby. i love you despite all of that. don’t say you don’t deserve me, because you do. because i love you and only you and i don’t want to be with anyone else, okay?” your eyes now threatening tears to fall, but you pushed them back. wanting to stay strong for him.

he nods and sniffles before replying, “i know, i’m sorry. i just had a lot on my mind and needed to let it out. i don’t want us to break up either, i just hate having to be separated all of the time. it’s draining both of us so much. i love you too, always.”

“let’s figure this out then, yeah? we’ll get it sorted.”

“yeah. and i promise to plan a real date for us when i get home. something special, just the two of us.”

“it’s a deal.”

[wonlouvre]

I don't know if you take requests, but it doesn't hurt asking. Can we possibly get a continuation to this 🥰🥰

can’t wait for forever | h. js.

pairing: joshua x g.n. reader genre: fluff warnings: mentions of food and eating, joshua is drunk but baby drunk (if that makes any sense lol) word count: 660+

💌: this has been in my inbox for over a year and i sincerely apologize for responding to this request so late :( i only realized that the account has been deactivated when i finished writing this short request :(( i’m really sorry. i hope that someday in someway, you still get to read this :(

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Joshua was red all over when he arrived at your apartment. The security guard of your building was kind enough to bring him up to your unit, treating him like a son as he assisted him back to you. They gave you a kind smile as they greeted you with your boyfriend sleepy, head hanging low and just wanting to fall face flat on the bed.

You received a message from one of his friends that they’re on their way home and you were expecting Joshua. That's why you prepared your coat before going down the entrance of your apartment. You just didn’t expect that he would arrive so soon.

You said your thanks and advanced a happy new year before draping your boyfriend’s arm around your shoulder and taking it from there. The security guard smiles again before walking back to the elevator and their duty.

Joshua is not a terrible drunk, but when he drinks with his friends, he really drinks. You don’t mind taking care of him because before coming back to you, his friends together with their managers do their best to make sure that they’re sober enough to not do anything stupid in public. And to be honest, that helps you in the best way possible.

Just like now, Joshua is just tired and sleepy. He just wants to take his thick coat off and get naked because again, he is red and uncomfortably burning hot. But you won’t let him just yet.

You gently lay your boyfriend down on the couch before walking to the kitchen and fetch him some water. You can hear him groan and whine, typical drunk Joshua. You fix him a glass then return as quick as you can.

“Josh, sit up for a second, hmm?” You asked softly. He tries opening his eyes at the sound of your voice and you could laugh with how hard he is trying. But you control yourself because you don’t want him upset over your teasing.

When he finally gets to open his eyes wide open, he sees you and smiles the goofiest smile he has ever smiled.

“Baby,” he says. “You’re here.”

You nod, still holding the glass and waiting for him to drink. “I am. Can you be a good boy and sit up for me and drink some water? Please?”

He giggles and it’s adorable. He sits up slowly, afraid to get dizzy. You sit in the space beside him and let his head fall on your shoulder. His nose nestles on your skin affectionately like a cat asking for some love. You did, kissing the side of his head and waiting patiently for him.

“It’s my birthday,” he murmurs and you just smile.

“You’re right,” you reaffirm even though it’s already the 31st, your lips ghosting against his hair as you spoke.

“We had some drinks then some good food,” he continues and you listen. “Wished you were there though.”

Your heart lurches and you apologize a hundred times.

“I’m here now,” you whisper like a promise and that makes your Joshua sigh in content.

He finally drinks the water and you go to sleep together without forgetting to change clothes and say your “I love yous.”

The next morning, Joshua woke up earlier than you expected from someone who has a hangover. He surprised you with a simple breakfast, as a form of thank you and of course, an extension of his birthday celebration. 

It will sound unbelievable, but this man never failed to make you smile. It makes you a thousand times grateful that you get to celebrate his birthday with him. Having him here, his entire existence, is also special for you. 

You reward your boyfriend with a long kiss before thanking him and joining him in fixing up the table. His lips lifts upward against yours and gives you one more kiss on the forehead before finally digging in. 

You can’t wait for next year, and the one after that, and forever.

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a/n 2: happy birthday joshua! <3 (i managed to borrow a laptop and snuck some writing down. thank you guys for patiently waiting and understanding<3)

[slut-for-a-good-latte]

"i can't wait to read us"

you said.

so, this.

it is thursday. three days before my birthday. i am sitting at an outdoor brewery, the one i keep telling you about, and i am pretending to work. i am not really working; i am, as i do so often recently, thinking of you. writing about you. remembering you. remembering your hands and your mouth and watching you cook in the dim light of your kitchen and you bringing us more wine as we watch supernatural.

it's a very silly feeling. i think at this juncture i may be in love with you. which i will not say to you. i know we promised open communication. but there are, i think, rules to be followed.

i am not distressed by this revelation. it feels as though i am a fish realizing, suddenly, that i am surrounded by water. it is simply where i am. where i thrive. my natural environment, you might say.

i have some suspicions that this might be it. for awhile at least. can't tell the future, of course.

you make me feel smart and like i am worth listening to. you also are so, so, incredibly, beautifully fucking smart. i could listen to you talk about anything. i want to listen to you talk about anything.

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it is friday and you have slept late. i woke up to messages from you about how much you miss me, how you talked about me, how i should be there to warm your chest with my head and watch dumb movies with you. you are the first thing that comes to mind when i wake up now. i am inordinately disappointed i won't be seeing you today.

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evelyn.

i've had that name picked out for a long time. i mentioned it the other night. you seemed to short circuit.

is it odd i am thinking about doing the whole baby thing with you?

while i was in berlin, in the little airbnb we were staying in, i had a few moments alone. i'd walked to the grocery store and hauled a bag of white wine, bread, cheese, and almonds back to an empty apartment. and in my head, i pictured you on the couch with someone small. i pictured music playing softly in the background as you bounced a girl on your knee and kissed her soft blonde head. i pictured setting my bags on the table and asking, how are my loves? did you miss me? and you answering, laughing, of course we did, didn't we, darling? maybe it would be a date night. we'd have a show to catch, or dinner reservations to make. a sitter would be on the way. we'd spend the first part of the evening enjoying the wine and the bread and marveling at this small wonder of a person that is both of us and more than us.

evangeline. cassiopeia. calliope. cassandra. emmeline. lina. olivia.

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it is two days after my birthday and i am exhausted. all i can think about is you. it's a little silly how much i find myself missing you after spending the whole of the weekend wrapped around you.

things i do not want to fade from memory:

dancing at cheers. glancing back to see you filming me. smiling like i am the brightest thing you have ever seen.

cheshire-cat grin as you explain how some guy talked to you at length about fucking me before hurrying away when you told him, "she's coming home with me tonight."

dancing, again, but with you this time. spinning. orbiting. your hands.

kissing me triumphantly at midnight. you beat paetyn.

of course, really, really good sex after we stumbled home.

later, when we met with paisley - you bought me an ice cream in the shape of batman. it turned my tongue blue. it didn't have dairy in it. i could have cried.

listening to you chat with the bartender. i am finding i adore particularly listening to you talk to people with such earnest open interest.

you returning from leaving the table and grazing my back with your hand.

you talked with me about my writing so readily. so excitedly. not because you had to or because i asked or had to fish for a response. you read my work and reread it enough to form wonderful opinions about it and i love that.

teaching me how to shoot pool. "yes, baby!" when i sank a shot.

"too high, drop it lower - good girl."

the uber ride laying in your lap. staring up at you. your eyes shimmered. i was drunk enough i almost let it slip. i didn't. but i thought it, hard, hoping you'd feel what i wanted to say without me saying it. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

tuna melts. so incredibly wonderful. made better because you seemed so happy to be making them. and we ate them and fell asleep watching supernatural.

three times the next morning. three times. each time different and lovely and perfect. i want to live all the time with the feeling of you inside me. it is religious.

"you're such a good girl, you take it so well"

three times, not even counting all the other moments where it was just you enjoying me, all eager exploring mouth and gentle hands.

wine walk. discussing our befores. somehow, not uncomfortable.

reading on your couch. tired, tipsy, not feeling much like talking. letting the sound of your voice fill my chest with warmth.

it's a non-exhaustive list. i could, i think, write for hours about each thing you do that makes my heart swell. but for now i need to nap.

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i came by again on a tuesday night, and my sleep schedule is definitely suffering for it. it is entirely and completely worth it.

you wrote about me. i slept next to you and you played with my hair and lips, which i didn't notice, and you wrote about me.

you have an isosceles triangle on your back. your freckles form a perfect right angle. pythagoras, i think, was talking about you when he decided that truth could be found in perfect mathematics. you are perfect. your angles are divine.

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tinned fish in our underwear.

you held my hand while i told you all the ways i am cruel to myself. squeezed it like you understood. showed me dents in your refrigerator that explained exactly how much you understood.

you made us toast points while i spoke very plainly about things i am used to being ashamed of. and you held my hand. flinched when i mentioned how it had happened in the time since we have known each other. (maybe i imagined this part. but to me, it seemed as though you were wincing for the fact that you could not hold my hand then the way that you hold it now. or maybe not.)

i really love tinned fish. and you. you and tinned fish are my favorite combination.

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my thighs are littered in bruises. each are the shape of your fingertips. small. delicate. real, painful little reminders of your hands on me. i am obsessed with them. they are beautiful colorful stunning pieces of evidence that i have not made you up.

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i whispered i love you into your hair this morning while you slept on me.

when i left, i drove past you walking up the hill. i blew you a kiss. you caught it. blew one back.

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i am drinking earl grey tea and sparkling water, eating a panini that, honestly, darling, you could have done much better.

you are everywhere all the time. beautiful days make me think fondly of how much you will love to feel the sun on your face when you leave your apartment. cold breezes and rain make me think of curling up against you and sleeping the whole morning through, reveling in the sound of uninterrupted drizzle and the way your breath feels against my neck as you doze. earl grey tea makes me wish you were here enjoying a cup of coffee with me, nudging my bare leg with your foot.

you are everywhere. i miss you every moment i am not with you. but that is alleviated some by the way that you kiss me with every breeze that brushes across my cheeks and a patch of pure wonderful sunlight is the same as being held in your arms.

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“you can’t hide these marks from me baby. i’m never going to judge you for them. i just want to kiss them.”

i thought i heard you say “i love-“ while you were kissing my chest this morning. i don’t know if you did. but i would like to think that you can’t help but think i love you when you’re inside me with your arms wrapped completely around me. i would like to think we are on the same page about this too.

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we've said it, and i've read most of this out to you, so i suppose there's nothing stopping me from posting it.

it's been three days of existing in your space and i have adored every minute. i adore you every minute. i have never felt peace quite as all encompassing.

i love you. i don't know what else there is to say about it. but there will be more. you keep finding ways to make me need to come on here and spill my love all over a blank page.

i love you, i love you, i love you.

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i've decided to keep adding to this, because i like the idea of a long, never-ending record of all the ways i adore you.

[middlenamesage]

There is some very healing and loving energy in the mix with today’s solar eclipse, and I woke up to immediate proof of it. 🖤😻

My two cats were not only huddled up with each other (not that they haven’t done that before, but it feels like it’s been weeks or even months since I’ve seen it), they were both huddled up against me, specifically near the top of me this morning. They’re usually closer to the foot of me. But thinking about it just now🤔 Aries does rule the head. 🧐 Perhaps they were feeling a little insecure and/or wanting to protect me. But their energy was/is actually quite calm today.

Chiron (which is also my gray cat’s name!😻) is exactly conjunct this eclipse. My own many experiences with and reflections on Chiron have lead me to see his energy and function as cathartic healing as least as much or more, looking at my life at this point, than it is just wounding.

Honestly, Chiron has been an energy that’s pulled me in and compelled me to keep doing things that activate his wounds. He seems to heal through a kind of painful self exposure that at times looks like a person choosing to put themselves in situations that bring them personal anxiety and pain. But the resilience and strength I have been slowly building up from these years of Chiron in Aries squaring my own Chiron, and then my Mercury (which is conjunct my natal Chiron) feels honestly profound. Currently it feels like my Chiron conjunct Mercury in 5th house is mostly used to inspire healing self expression for myself, and in the best cases even others, through my writing. ✍️

Let us never forget Chiron is the wounded healer. I also wanna note that in the current transits, Mercury is only 5° from Chiron and this eclipse, and is retrograding back towards a full conjunction. You can use this energy in your own writing if you feel inspired to explore cathartic healing!

No matter what, listen to yourself right now, because this eclipse wants to speak to you; to let you know what you need to embrace in yourself and also potentially some things you need to shed, in order to start a new cycle of having more clarity and confidence in your distinction as an individual. ♈️

As for relationships, I think this eclipse will also be speaking to us. If a relationship is holding you back as an individual, that will probably become clearer than ever. Don’t ignore the messages. Likewise, relationships that have been allowing both parties continual growth in their individualities while also providing a safe space to come together, will likely strengthen in the aftermath of this Aries-Libra eclipse season.

What this is, is a supercharged New Moon. Have compassion for yourself in this possibly tumultuous season of rebirth. ❤️‍🔥

[nochuelinha]

Your Eyes - Chapter 2: Caffeine and Classes

I woke up the next morning with the sun on my face. I had forgotten to close the curtains, so I groggily got out of bed, picked out an outfit for the day, and opened the door. I headed toward the bathroom and checked if it was empty. After confirming that the bathroom was unoccupied, I stepped inside and began my morning routine. The warm water from the shower helped awaken my senses, and I could hear the sounds of the city outside as I prepared for the day. Once I finished, I returned to my room to complete getting ready.

The apartment was quiet, and I assumed both Dina and Ellie were still asleep. I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen and prepare breakfast for all of us. I managed to find everything I needed and whipped up a meal. Dina was the first to appear, and her expression was one of surprise.

“Did you make all of this?” Her voice held disbelief as she sat down. Her hair was tousled, and her pajamas were wrinkled—a comical sight. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat next to her.

Dina started eating, clearly enjoying the meal, and I felt satisfied seeing her relax and feel comfortable. Starting the day with this moment of togetherness was nice—it helped us bond and strengthen our friendship. I asked about Ellie, and Dina looked at me and chuckled.“Ellie doesn’t live here. She has her own apartment. She used to live with Cat, but since their relationship ended, the apartment is all hers now.” I nodded understandingly as I listened to Dina explain Ellie’s situation.

“I see. Dealing with a breakup like that must be tough,” I commented, empathizing with Ellie’s situation. “I hope she’s doing okay.”

Finishing my breakfast, I got up to start tidying up the kitchen. Walking to campus with Dina was a great way to begin the day. As we headed to our first classes, our lively conversation continued. Upon arriving at campus, I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement.

As we arrived on campus, I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. Looking around, I was impressed by the architecture and the bustling movement of students coming and going. Dina and I split up to head to our respective classes.

After classes, Dina messaged me: “Meet me at the café near campus. I’ll send you the location.” I followed the location to the café close by. When I arrived, I spotted Dina at a table in the back, waving at me with a smile. I approached her and sat down, greeting her with an enthusiastic nod. The café was busy, filled with students taking a break between classes. To my surprise, Ellie was the one taking orders.

“Look at the formidable customers I found here,” she playfully remarked. Dina seemed quite accustomed to the situation. I decided to check the menu, ordering a cappuccino and a pastry. Ellie left and soon returned with our orders. A few minutes later, she joined us without her apron, announcing, “15-minute break.” She joined our conversation, looking beautiful today. I noticed a tattoo on her arm and asked, “Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s very beautiful,” I agreed, feeling a slight blush on my face. Ellie smiled, seemingly pleased with my response. We continued chatting, and I learned that Dina had a boyfriend named Jesse but wasn’t ready to move in with him yet—they had only been together for a few months.

The days passed quickly, each bringing new experiences and challenges. I became a regular at the café, seeking the necessary energy to tackle afternoon studies. As classes grew more demanding, coffee became my ally on this learning journey. Dina and Ellie became constants in my university life, sharing laughter, conversations, and moments of relaxation during our breaks between classes. 

The days passed quickly, each bringing new experiences and challenges. I also became a regular at the café, seeking the necessary energy to tackle afternoon studies. As classes grew more demanding, I needed to focus even harder, and coffee became my ally on this learning journey. Dina and Ellie became constants in my university life, sharing laughter, conversations, and moments of relaxation during our breaks between classes.

“So, have you tried all the different drinks here? What’ll be your order today? I’ve already noted that you don’t like decaf,” Ellie’s tone was casual and relaxed.

“Today, I think I’ll go for a good espresso. I need an extra dose of energy to face the afternoon readings.” She smiled and went to prepare my order.

“I think you should take a break now and then, relax. Classes have just started,” she advised, handing me the coffee cup. I looked at her, raising my eyebrows. “I’ll try,” I replied, and she smiled. I waved to her and headed back to campus for some extra classes. I discovered that Ellie studies astrophysics, works at the café for a few hours, and has another type of job during her free time, although she remained enigmatic about the details.