#my cup of tea ☁︎

[seoulmatez]

started the fontaine quest in genshin 2dayyyyyy :3

[puppym3]

farmer!reader x writer!hyunjin who is her secret admirer and he sent her letters? the farmer is new to the town, getting away from the cities and hyunjin is the last person she met after everyone in town since he's always in his cabin near the beach

kind of like the game, stardew valley!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ dear farmer,

wc: 4.4k

warnings: fluffy cuteness, confessions, literally not much to warn you on this is just rly cute, mailman chan, fisher jisung, farmer reader, author/writer hyunjin, hyunjin refers to reader as his muse, (LMK IF I MISSED ANY!)

a/n: THIS IS TOO CUTE OH MY GOODNESS GOODNIGHT. i was literally gushing writing this i hope i wrote it the way you were imagining. i love stardew valley so tysm for suggesting this!!!

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The small village you moved into was a far cry from the bustling city life you once knew. The quaint charm of the town, with its winding cobblestone streets and picturesque cottages, had drawn you in immediately. Seeking a fresh start and a simpler life, you had purchased an old farmhouse on the outskirts of town, eager to put down roots and cultivate your own land.

The townspeople had been incredibly welcoming, each of them eager to meet you. You quickly found yourself immersed in the community, sharing smiles and stories at the local market and lending a hand wherever you could. Despite the warm reception, there was one resident you had yet to meet.

You had heard whispers about him from the other villagers—an enigmatic writer who rarely left his cabin by the beach. The townsfolk spoke of his talent with a mix of admiration and curiosity, but none seemed to know much about him personally. It wasn't for lack of trying—the local mail carrier, Chan, had admitted defeat after only one attempt to reach out, grumbling something about a ferret with a temper.

A part of you had always wondered what his writing was like, and what kind of man would choose such isolation. Perhaps he was shy, or simply enjoyed being left to his own devices. There had to be a reason why the villagers hadn't tried to reach out to him again, and yet—

"Hyunjin isn't one for conversing," Chan insisted, taking the bundle of envelopes from his bag and sliding them into the mailbox outside your farmhouse. "You don't have to worry about him."

You glanced toward the direction of the beach, watching the sun dip down over the waves. Why did his isolation make him more interesting to you? You supposed you should be grateful for his lack of interaction; with the busy work on the farm and the number of people you already tried to help each day, you didn't have time for many social gatherings. Still...

"Well," you sighed, dusting off your hands and returning the empty milk bottles to the box on your porch, "thank you, Chan."

The mailman smiled, his dark eyes crinkling in the corners. "Any time."

Heading toward the field, you squared your shoulders, determined to focus on the day's tasks and push any thoughts of the mysterious writer aside. You still had some planting to do, after all, and a long walk ahead of you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A few days later, you woke with a yawn, stretching your limbs in your bed. Sunlight poured in through the windows, illuminating the small room. The warmth was pleasant, a sharp contrast from the chilled breeze outside. You couldn't help but smile, thankful that winter had yet to roll around. The transition to farming was a busy one, and the prospect of facing your first snowfall was more than a little intimidating.

Rising from the mattress, you threw on an old, oversized sweater, not bothering to change into your work clothes before making a quick cup of tea in your kitchen. It was an easy routine to settle into, the steamy brew doing wonders for your motivation in the mornings. Once your mug was half empty, you changed into a pair of old, paint-stained overalls and made your way outside.

"You have mail today." Chan greeted you with a warm smile, already standing in front of your mailbox. "I wasn't sure if I'd catch you or not. It's nice to see you awake so early."

"Yeah, yeah." You grinned, nudging him in the arm playfully. "What's the big delivery?"

"Just the usual." Chan shrugged, sliding a few envelopes from his bag and setting them down in the mailbox. "Some advertisements and invitations to parties."

You paused, peeking inside. It looked like the usual bundle of mail—some from fellow townspeople and some from local companies looking to get your attention. You hummed in thought, glancing over the usual assortment before a handwritten letter caught your attention.

It was written in simple script, the envelope adorned with a tiny blueberry stamp in the corner. It stood out against the other, more formal pieces of mail. The sight made you pause.

"Oh," you said, your curiosity piqued. "This one looks different."

"Huh?" Chan followed your line of sight, his eyes widening when he spotted the letter. "That's... oh. Oh."

You blinked. "What? Do you know who sent it?"

Chan fiddled with the strap of his bag. "I recognize that writing," he muttered, refusing to meet your gaze.

"Really?" You said, curiosity piqued.

He paused, glancing around your front porch. "You know, I'm a bit busy today. I should head off," he stuttered, already backing away. "Goodbye."

Before you could question his reaction any further, the mailman was already hurrying away down the path to the next house.

Furrowing your brow, you took a step back. Had you said something wrong? Maybe it wasn't a big deal; you could always ask Chan about it later, anyway. In the meantime, you were eager to see what the letter held.

The moment you picked the letter up, your senses were overwhelmed with a comforting, earthy scent. You recognized it immediately. It smelled of the ground after a spring shower, or of the rich dirt after a hard day's work in the fields. You breathed it in, the smell quickly becoming your favorite. You had always associated the earth with a sense of peace, and this scent was no exception.

Smiling softly to yourself, you broke the seal with ease, unfolding the crisp parchment paper to reveal the same script. You were surprised by the neat handwriting; each letter was carefully drawn out, the author's focus clearly evident in their penmanship. You began to read, your smile growing as you devoured the contents of the letter.

To the farmer,

You know, I've always thought the sun is kind of funny. The sun rises and sets, and then rises and sets again. Sometimes the sky is blue, and other days it is white. But in every sunrise, there is one thing that stays the same. It's you. You always rise with the sun. I used to wake up when it was light outside, but these days I've started to wake up earlier. It's a good way to start the day. I know the sun is your companion in the mornings.

Your admirer,

H.

You stared down at the words, the heat of a blush rising up your cheeks. How sweet, you thought to yourself, holding the letter a bit closer. You had to admit that it was nice to read—to know that someone in town noticed the time of day you woke up and, what's more, noticed how much you liked to work under the early sunlight. You hadn't thought about the author much before, but now, you were eager to meet them.

Before you could think it over, you folded the letter with care, sliding it into the pocket of your overalls. You glanced up toward the sun, letting it wash over your face for a moment before heading to work. The sun was your companion, after all. You may as well take advantage of its light.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Over the next few weeks, the letters continued. Each day, Chan would deliver one to your doorstep. It became part of the routine, and you quickly grew accustomed to the extra attention. Every time you spotted the blueberry seal on your front doorstep, your heart leapt with joy, eager to see the new message written within.

Sometimes the letters were short; other times they were long. Occasionally, the author would ramble, describing a favorite memory from their childhood or sharing a silly joke. You read each word carefully, often smiling or chuckling as you read, already eager for the next message. The more letters you read, the more you wanted to learn about this mystery person.

A part of you wondered who this author might be. The only clues were the scent of earth on the pages and a few hand-drawn images. You had been able to rule out Chan; it would be near impossible for him to write a letter each day and still be on time to the next house. That left you with little knowledge of the writer's identity, though you hoped that the writer might eventually share their identity.

Today, a soft rainfall pattered down over your fields. You sighed to yourself as you entered the house, wiping the mud from your boots before sliding them off on the mat in front of your door. Another busy day in the fields was over. Tomorrow was a new day, one where you would finally plant a new patch of carrots. The prospect of the harvest kept you motivated as you reached for the envelope, eagerly tearing it open with a smile.

As you read the letter, your smile slowly faded. A hint of fear and excitement coursed through your veins, leaving you a little shaken as you absorbed each word.

To the farmer,

It's getting colder here. Soon, I'll have to wear a scarf every day, even indoors. I wish I had the courage to share more of myself with you. Maybe if we ever met in person, I wouldn't be so nervous. I can't wait until I'm brave enough to tell you more about me.

Your admirer,

H.

P.S. I hope the sun will rise tomorrow morning. You always end up rising, and I trust your routine.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The letters started to come with less often. Sometimes you would receive one per day. Other times, you might get one a few days apart, with only one letter on the weekends. You hated to admit that it left you feeling a bit sad, your mood growing darker as time passed.

"Oh, Chan." You tried not to sound disappointed when you spotted the mailman walking up your path one morning, a few letters in hand. "Any letters from H?"

"Hmm, I don't think so." He shrugged, sliding a few letters into your mailbox. "Let me see. Oh! There is one."

He handed you a new letter, a faint smile on his lips. You quickly broke the seal, not bothering to glance over the others as you eagerly opened the newest one. Your eyes widened at the words you saw before you.

My dearest,

I'm sorry that my letters haven't come as often lately. There was a big change at the publishing house I'm working for. I didn't tell you about that before. I've been trying to keep my letters shorter since I have less free time now, but I always find myself wanting to write more to you. I guess I can't help myself.

I'll keep writing letters if you keep reading.

Yours,

H.

P.S. Thank you for working hard every day. It helps to see that the world still spins, no matter what's happening in it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Have you ever thought about trying to meet H?"

The question made you pause. You were out by the docks, fishing with Jisung. The young man was your favorite fishing buddy, often sitting on the end of the dock in silence with a small smile. You both had been there for an hour, but this was the first time he'd spoken today. You blinked at him in confusion before setting your fishing rod aside, a curious look on your face.

"What do you mean?"

Jisung smiled. "It's obvious you enjoy their letters," he pointed out, reeling in another fish from his line. "Maybe you could meet them?"

You stared down at your reflection on the water, chewing the inside of your cheek. The truth was that you hadn't considered the idea, mainly because you couldn't decide if it was a good one. It wasn't like the writer had never suggested the idea—it was the whole purpose behind their first few letters, but something about that made you hesitate.

It was as if you were waiting for H to come to you when they were ready, and vice versa. It was a little scary, to be honest. The thought of finally meeting the person you'd been so connected to these last few weeks made you a bit nervous, to say the least.

"I guess I should." You nodded, casting your line again.

"Well, I'd like to meet them too," Jisung said, glancing toward you. "To approve."

You smiled at that, rolling your eyes playfully. "What's not to like? They write beautiful letters and draw nice little pictures," you laughed, watching the bait at the end of your hook. "Maybe I should meet them."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

That night, you made your decision.

"Chan! You have a moment?" You waved the mailman down the next day as he passed your house on the trail, a few envelopes in his arms.

He looked over in surprise, smiling as he hurried down the path. "Good morning," he greeted you. "How's the farm?"

You smiled back at him. "Great, hey, you seemed to know a little bit about H that you aren't telling me." You said, getting straight to the point. "Do you know anything more?"

The mailman frowned for a moment, before sighing. "Well, you should go to the beach." He said, gesturing to the coastline, visible over your house. "Hy—I mean, H, they live near there."

You blinked, looking to where the mailman was pointing. "They live near the beach?"

"Yeah."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had to be the grumpy writer who lived alone that you hadn't met yet. That was your only option, right? He had to be H. Who else could it be? You sighed to yourself, gathering your things in a bag and setting off in the direction of the beach.

It was a bit of a hike, the ocean path curving and twisting to take you along a scenic route. You didn't mind the walk, though, pausing often to take in the scenery. By the time you arrived at the beach, you felt a little calmer. The beach was deserted; though that didn't surprise you. It wasn't too warm today. The air was cool and refreshing, with a few clouds rolling by overhead. It was the perfect day for a walk on the sand.

You scanned the coastline for any signs of a cabin, spotting one in the distance. It was nestled between the cliffs, overlooking a small patch of beach. It seemed a bit hidden, the sight making you smile to yourself.

The author had to be a loner, just like you were.

Taking a deep breath, you approached the cabin. As you came closer, you noticed a small, stone path that led to a patio on the beach. You spotted a wooden swing, rocking slightly in the breeze. A person sat on the seat, their head ducked in a book as they sat under a shady umbrella.

As you drew closer, you saw the mysterious person, his dark hair was a little messier than usual, with a few strands falling in front of his face. He seemed lost in the book in his hands. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused as he sat, oblivious to his surroundings. The sight made you smile, a sudden feeling of affection coming over you as you approached.

You recognized that messy hair and those dark, mysterious eyes.

It was Hyunjin. It was Hyunjin who lived alone near the beach. Hyunjin, the man you had only heard a few stories about from Chan and Felix, but he looked even better than you had imagined.

"Oh!" The man looked up and saw you approaching him. His eyes widened for a second before he cleared his throat, turning to face you with a hint of panic in his expression.

You paused at his reaction, stopping in your tracks. You suddenly felt very silly, not even considering that Hyunjin might not actually want you to visit him. You tried not to frown as you considered the possibilities. Had Hyunjin forgotten about your correspondence? Had you been a mistake? Was this a terrible idea?

"H-Hyunjin!" You stammered, cursing yourself for not planning this a bit better. You could already feel yourself start to sweat. "I'm the farmer, it's nice to finally meet you."

You held your hand out to Hyunjin, who eyed you up for a moment, his expression unreadable. You swallowed thickly, preparing to turn back around and run away—

"The farmer." The words sounded breathless. Hyunjin slowly placed his hand in yours. You couldn't help but notice how his eyes were trained on your face. His cheeks looked a little red as he held your hand in his own. It felt warm and a bit calloused, a clear sign that he was a writer. "It's nice to finally meet you too."

You felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter as you watched him, trying not to let the emotion show on your face. This was H. It was Hyunjin who wrote such beautiful letters to you and sent you drawings in the post. Hyunjin was your author, the person you'd connected so easily to through ink and paper, and he was so beautiful.

"It's nice to put a name to a face." You murmured, letting your eyes wander over Hyunjin. "You're just how I imagined."

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"So," You sat next to Hyunjin on his porch, staring up at the sky above you. It was beginning to grow darker, the evening sky giving way to a more vibrant sunset. "How'd you get so good at writing letters?"

Hyunjin smiled a little to himself. He leaned back against his hands, his long legs stretched out on the floor. "I've always loved writing," he confessed. "But it was different before, when I was younger."

"Different how?" You asked, looking over at him curiously.

He let his eyes close. "Before I left the city, I worked at the publishing house." He explained. "I always wrote stories there, but they weren't really... mine."

You blinked, watching the way his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks. "They were stories that people hired us to write," he said quietly. "But I liked doing it. I felt like I was doing something special with the words, even if they weren't my words. I wrote all day and got paid for it. But there was always this... nagging voice in the back of my mind, wondering if it was good enough."

You felt a lump form in your throat. "It sounds like it was a good job," you whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment. "Why did you leave it behind?"

The author chuckled. "I got sick of it." He sighed, opening his eyes and looking up to the sky. "It felt so empty. I wasn't making my own decisions. I wasn't getting paid because the stories were mine."

You swallowed. "But here?" You gestured toward the beach, your heart swelling in your chest. "You can write about whatever you want?"

Hyunjin looked to you and smiled softly.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As the days turned to weeks and then to months, the two of you fell into an easy routine. You visited Hyunjin every morning, bringing breakfast along with you, and Hyunjin always made sure to leave you a letter by your front door in return. Sometimes he would be waiting outside his cabin when you came, eager to talk about a new plot point that he came up with the night before. Other times, he would be asleep by the time you got to him, only stirring from his slumber when he heard you set breakfast out on his porch.

And he wrote to you every day, leaving letters on your front doorstep, each one signed off with a different nickname. Some days, the nickname was short, others, it was longer. But he always ended the letter with a promise of a new chapter, just as he had with the first one, so long ago.

On your fifth visit, this time you brought him a letter. He was surprised to see you hand it to him. He blinked down at the envelope in his hands, running a thumb over the words on the paper.

You were nervous, you were nowhere near as good as him, but you assumed that speaking in his language would gauge his appeal.

To my writer,

You are more talented than you give yourself credit for.

Thank you for always writing so beautifully,

Your admirer,

The farmer

"I wanted to send you a letter today." You whispered as his eyes scanned over the letter.

Hyunjin looked up from the page. His expression softened as he set the letter down. He held out his arms in invitation, his lips curving upwards as he stared back at you. You didn't need him to repeat himself, throwing yourself into his arms without hesitation. You leaned your head against his chest and listened to his heart beat. The sound made your heart race. It was as if Hyunjin's heartbeat had become a part of you. You could hear the rhythm and knew it was a part of you as well, just as much as it was him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Over the course of your visits, it was inevitable that your relationship evolved into something deeper. It began with subtle touches—a brush of your hands against each other as you sat together on the porch or the feeling of Hyunjin's gaze on your face as you read a story he wrote. As you began to notice his attention to detail, the way he was able to capture emotions with words you didn't know how to express, you realized how much he had given you.

You had never considered yourself an introvert, but something about being around him made you feel at ease. The thought made you blush. There was a strange warmth that settled in the pit of your stomach whenever you were around him. You began to crave it, yearning to feel it whenever you could, whether you were spending time together on the beach, walking the trails along the coastline, or simply sitting on his porch swing, talking about nothing at all.

And slowly, that warmth grew into something more. The more time you spent with him, the more you wanted to be close to him. It started with soft smiles and light touches, followed by gentle touches and lingering glances. It began as something innocent, but the longer you were with him, the stronger it got. You were becoming addicted to it, longing for the next chance you would get to see him, to touch him and feel that rush of electricity course through your veins.

You found yourself waking up in the early hours of the morning to watch the sunrise. You began to count the seconds until the mail came. You went to bed late every night, staying awake until your eyes hurt to stare.

Your visits grew longer, your conversations becoming deeper.

Hyunjin became your new favorite distraction.

"It's a book." He had whispered as you both lay on the beach, his gaze trained on the stars above you. "I'm writing a book, I think."

"You think?"

He had nodded, the hint of a smile on his lips as he spoke. "Yes, and I've started to wonder..." he had paused then, looking to you as his cheeks turned pink. "That you're my inspiration."

You felt your breath hitch at the admission, a blush creeping up your neck to stain your cheeks. "What do you mean?"

He had sat up and looked at you with those deep, dark eyes.

"You're the one that I'm writing this book for. It's yours, my feelings, my thoughts, everything in it is for you." He said, reaching up to cup your cheeks. "I think about you when I wake up and when I go to sleep and when I go for my walks," he had smiled shyly. "You're the only person that's on my mind and it feels so good to feel that way about something again."

The warmth that spread through your veins made you dizzy, but you found yourself smiling, a small sigh escaping your lips.

You wanted nothing more than to be Hyunjin's inspiration forever.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

And soon the book was complete.

It was the last page in Hyunjin's journal that had been filled with his scrawled words and thoughts. It had taken him months, but he finished it, his heart and soul on each page.

Hyunjin read it to you as you sat on the porch swing, wrapped in a blanket as the wind blew off the sea. He sat with you and held the book in his hands, turning the pages as he spoke. His voice was soft and melodic as he told his story. The words came easily to him, the sentences flowing smoothly together. He paused often to look up at you, his eyes searching yours. His voice grew quieter with each word, until finally, he was whispering the last page.

You felt the tears well in your eyes, threatening to fall as he closed the book and set it aside. The silence that followed felt heavy, your mind still processing what he had just told you.

The book was a confession to you, a way for Hyunjin to express all of the feelings he had been struggling to express for the past few months. He told you that you were his muse, his reason to wake up each morning. You were the person who made him feel whole, complete, and it was all he wanted in life to be by your side, to feel this way for as long as he lived.

The book was about the two of you. He wrote it all, the letters he sent and the drawings he drew, just for you, to tell you how much he loved you.

Your tears spilled over, a few trickling down your cheeks as you sniffed quietly, a smile spreading across your lips as you stared up at him. He watched you closely, waiting for your response. With a shaky breath, you closed the distance between you and Hyunjin, leaning in. His eyes widened in surprise, his breath hitching as he realized what was about to happen. Your lips met his in a tender, hesitant kiss, pouring all your gratitude, relief, and affection into that single moment.

Hyunjin made a quiet noise, almost like a gasp, but he quickly responded, his lips moving against yours with a gentle yet fervent intensity. His hands found their way to your cheeks, cupping them delicately as if you were something precious and fragile. He deepened the kiss, and you felt a wave of warmth and security wash over you.

Time seemed to stand still as the two of you stayed there, lost in the moment. The world outside faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips on yours, his hands cradling your face, and the steady rhythm of your racing hearts. Every pent-up emotion, every unspoken word, all lost in that moment.

And there was something that you had never mentioned to anyone before, something you were embarrassed to admit, something you had been keeping hidden deep within your heart.

You loved the author who lived by the sea.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

shadow looks pretty nice in your t-shirt. 

**⋆°•☁︎ content. shadow x gn!reader, slightly ooc, couple antics, fluff ⚠️reader is implied to be a human, but its not specified⚠️

☂︎ wc. 1k ☂︎ a/n. i actually wrote another version of this weeks ago, but it was suggestive, and thought it ended up too cringy to post. buttt i really liked the concept and decided to make it sfw and fluffy instead :)

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!! (i like chatting to you guys!)

“[Name], could you put the AC higher?” Shadow says abruptly from his cozy spot on the couch, sprawled out as the TV drones on endlessly, chattering on and on, though it’s more so on to serve as background noise instead of him actually watching it. You turn your head to the side, a bit confused at his statement. “It’s cold here.”

Ah, now that you notice it, there is a bit of a chill in the apartment. A shiver flows through your body at the sudden realization, forcing goosebumps to rise on your skin as you wince. If even he can register he chill with his fur, he’s definitely right. It must've been you just shutting out the problem subconsciously. You haven’t even told him about the problem with the AC…

“The AC’s broken?” Shadow looks over to you, a frown spreading onto his face as he gets on to complaining about it. “For how long? And you haven’t called a repairman by now?” He growls, sitting up from the couch before rising up onto his feet. “Hurry and get me something of yours then. It’s not like I can just wear my coat here.”

The thought of Shadow wearing his comfy trenchcoat does sound appealing, the brown coat always falling over his form nicely (And he looks so damn good in it), but it’s not cold enough in here for that kind of attire. Plus, who's wearing their trench coat inside anyway? With a small skip in your steps, you beckon Shadow over to your bedroom and push the door open, heading over to your dresser to rummage through the piece of furniture.

Well, you have a little something here and there, and here as well…

Ah. How about this one? You tug it out of its snug spot in your dresser, letting it unravel in front of him, and his eyes scan up and down the shirt. It’s nothing special by any means; a plain, oversized black t-shirt with one of your favorite bands (or singers!) plastered on the front. But it gets the job done by covering the soft chill in most rooms or homes, including this one. It looks badass too, even with the faded logo.

“Here.” Shadow says, taking the shirt from your grasp as he slips it over his head, having to shift around a bit to make sure his quills don’t pierce the fabric. It’s not like it would really matter if it did, but Shadow always tends to be over-cautious of your things, even if they hold little to no real value. Even if it’s something simple like a mug you really like, or a pair of pants you like to wear, you can tell how he gets a little tense while handling things like that, always making sure the mug is away from the kitchen counter’s edge when he makes you a cup of coffee or tea, or folding your pants in the best way to prevent wrinkles.

“It’s big on me.” Yet he looks good nonetheless, as you expected. Shadow mumbles incoherently under his breath, pulling it in different ways in an attempt to make it more snug on him, but then he notices your interested stare. “... What's wrong? Do you want me to wear a different one?”

You shake your head the second he finishes his sentence, fixing the shirt's neckline around him, running your fingers through his chest fluff briefly to fix it up. For some reason, seeing him in such attire that’s unlike him wants you to make him look the very best he can be, even in an old band t-shirt.

Shadow lets out a small “hmm” noise as you do so, curious about your little fidgeting antics with his fur. “Am I your model for tonight?”

You hold back a small fit of laughter at the sudden (and odd) response to your behavior, a snicker making its way out as Shadow peers up at you, pleased at your reaction to his joke, especially since he doesn’t joke around often in the slightest. His chest puffs out ever so slightly, silently relishing in that feeling of achievement on making you laugh

It takes a fair bit of power inside you not to come up with something playful back, but you stay silent and take a step or two back, making a small rectangle with your fingers as you hold it up to his face, the smile on your face surely growing.

Shadow head cocks to the side at your gesture, but straightens up once he realizes what you’re doing.

“How do I look?” He murmurs, tugging on the neckline of the shirt to bring it down, before gazing back up at you.

As handsome as ever. Maybe he’ll even strike a little pose for you?

“Don’t test your luck.” Ah, as expected…

Then just like this would be fine, yes?

“[Name].” Shadow says sternly the moment you reach for your phone on the dresser, making your body tense up immediately at his tone of voice. “No pictures.” He hisses, walking up and swatting your hand away from your device. With a small pout, you cross your arms and glare at him. It’s not like you’re going to show anyone.

Anyone like Sonic, that is. Maybe another person.

“... Fine. Just one.”

⋆°•☁︎⋆°•☁︎⋆°•☁︎

“So, how bout’ it? A day out with me and Omega sounds nice, right? You can even bring [Name]. If you’d like.”

“Hmm.”

“Oh, by the way; I saw that picture of you, lover boy. You should wear clothes like that more often. It suits you.”

“What?”

“That picture of you in that t-shirt. I didn’t know you were a fan of that band, Shadow. Or is it [Name]’s?”

“Rouge, what picture are you-”

Chills rise up your spine, a wince forming across your lips, and you silently refuse to turn around to meet that gaze currently piercing a hole right in your back.

Damn it. That loose-lipped bat…

“... I’ll call you back in a few minutes.”

[blaire-apricity]

Hello hello! The plushie headcanons are sooooo cute. I saw the requests are open and thought I'd drop mine too if that's okay :)

How would the Lads men cheer us/mc up when we're having a bad day? Eg: bad day at work or bad day in general

Bad days

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘔𝘊 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

Xavier was adept at sensing your emotions, especially when you felt sad. He would approach you slowly, ensuring his presence was comforting rather than overwhelming.

After a brief silence, Xavier would ask in a soft, steady voice, "Would you like to talk about it?"

Whether you would chose to share or simply shook your head, he listened attentively, attuned to both of your words and body language. His blue eyes showed genuine concern and care throughout.

A man of few words, Xavier found solace in actions over words. He would gently enveloped you in a reassuring hug, understanding that sometimes, silence speaks louder than words.

He knows you too well, he'll offer you the solace to rest once you began to relax. Combining two things that Xavier loves—sleeping and being with you—seemed the most natural way to comfort you.

In a cozy, intimate setting, you two would nestle together. His fingers delicately brushed through your hair, soothing you into peaceful sleep. His embrace was firm yet gentle, conveying his unwavering support without suffocation.

"I'm always here for you, today and every day," his voice barely above a whisper, matching the sincerity of the moment.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Noticing a change in your aura, he first observes you, looking for any signs of distress or fatigue, thinking you might have caught an illness.

Unlike Xavier, Zayne addresses the situation directly with his usual calm and straightforward manner, asking, "What's going on? You seem off today." His tone is matter-of-fact but laced with genuine concern, signaling that he is ready to listen and help.

He attends to your immediate needs first. If you seem stressed, he suggests practical ways to alleviate it. "Let's take a break. Clear your head," he says.

Though stoic, Zayne is not unfeeling. He offers comfort through small but meaningful gestures.

He makes a cup of tea for you, knowing it has some medicinal effects that could help.

"Take your time, I'm here if you need me," he says, giving you the freedom to express your emotions or to have space to collect your thoughts.

Wanting to cheer you up, Zayne reminds you of your capabilities and past successes, like a flower blooming even in the harshest conditions.

“You’ve handled worse,” he says firmly but kindly. “This is just another hurdle, and you’ll get over it, like always.”

"It's just one day out of many. Tomorrow will be better," he says, gently patting your head.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Rafayel's initial response to your bad day would likely involve some playful teasing. "Did you trip over your own feet again or something?" he might say with a smirk, trying to provoke a reaction and distract you from your troubles.

At first, he pretends not to care, crossing his arms and looking away. "It’s not like I’m worried or anything. I just need my bodyguard in perfect condition to protect me," he mutters. Despite his words, his presence and engagement show he's paying attention.

Rafayel continues to poke fun at you, but with a softer touch. "You look like a sad puppy. It’s kind of pathetic," he says, though the hint of concern in his eyes betrays his true feelings.

When he notices that the teasing isn't lifting your spirits, he shifts to a more subtle form of comfort.

"Fine, let’s go do something fun. But only because I’m bored," he declares, suggesting an activity he knows you enjoy, like playing a game or watching a movie.

Throughout all of this, he gently rests his head against yours, your shoulders touching, providing silent support.

Despite his bratty demeanor, Rafayel finds small ways to show he cares.

He might casually offer your favorite snack or drink, pretending it's no big deal. "Here, take this. It's been sitting around in my fridge anyway," he says, though in truth, he brought it exclusively for you.

Finally, Rafayel tries to bring things back to normal, signaling that everything will be okay. "Alright, enough moping around. Let’s get back to having some fun," he says, his bratty demeanor back in place, but his actions revealing his genuine care.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒! 𝐶𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠.

𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛! 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝐻𝐶/𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚~

𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦! 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠~!

[chrisevansonly]

𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 | 𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊

☁︎ oscar piastri x female reader

☁︎ oscar is experiencing thanksgiving with your family for the first time….and boy is it crazy

☁︎ no warnings just fluff and maybe a tad overwhelmed oscar lol

☁︎ i can’t believe october is starting to come to an end, these little fall fics have been making me so happy, i think ill do another one in december too to get ready for christmas 🤭 p.s thanksgiving in canada is beginning of october in contrast to the USA which is end of november in case you’re confused :)

Thanksgiving was a little chaotic in your family, when everyone gathered together and all sat down for the annual fall meal, only this year it was your boyfriend Oscar’s first time attending it with you. He knew you got your vibrant and extroverted personality from your parents, but now that he looks back on it, he’s pretty sure your entire family played a part in it.

“Oscar when do you and my little sunshine plan on having children hmm?” your grandma asked, causing you to choke on your water

“Nana!”

Oscar laughed patting your back gently to help with your coughing

“I think whenever the time is right, we’re in no rush”

“Well you’re only getting older!”

You shook your head at the old woman’s antics your mother stepping in before you

“Mom, leave these two alone, they’re both still in their early twenties, no babies for them, eat your turkey”

“Never too early to have a baby, such nonsense!”

Leaning over to Oscar you looked at him apologetically

“I’m sorry, she’s very persistent”

He only smiled, kissing your forehead as he squeezed your knee under the table

“I don’t mind at all, it’ll happen someday anyway”

The two of you may have been young but you both knew that you were endgame for each other, there was no one else on earth more perfect for either of you, and everyone was starting to see that.

“So Oscar, i’ve been watching your season, looks pretty good this year”

It was your father’s time to chime in, Oscar nodding as he gave your father 100% of his attention.

“Yes, it’s been going really well, the car feels good this year, so i’m looking forward to finishing the next few races and then having some time off” he replied, a bit hesitantly as he always did with your dad

“That’s good to hear, I’d love to come see a race sometime”

You smiled

“You should come to Las Vegas with us dad! You and mom have been wanting to go back there so why not?”

In hindsight you should have asked Oscar first if he was okay with this, but knowing him, he wouldn’t mind at all. He loved spending time with your family as much as you did with his.

“Oh that’s a great idea honey, i’m sure we can figure something out!”

The rest of dinner went off without a hitch, calm conversation and laughter shared between everyone, you could already feel the classic thanksgiving hangover hitting you as you lounged on the couch tucked into Oscar’s side, your eyes heavy and tired.

“NO YOU JUST SLAPPED ME WITH ANOTHER PICK UP UP 4 IM GONNA KILL YOU!!!”

Oscar laughed hearing your little cousins playing uno in the other room as you rolled your eyes. If anyone was the loudest on these holidays it was the kiddos.

“YEAH WELL YOU JUST SUCK AT THE GAME THEN!”

It wasn’t long before your aunt went in there and told them off, quiet chatter resuming after the mini scream fest over the classical card game had ensued. Truth be told you were nervous for Oscar to experience thanksgiving with your family because you weren’t always put together and fancy, you were loud and energetic, your family loved playing games, having treasure hunts and playing games of charades.

You knew deep down it wouldn’t everyone’s cup of tea but Oscar wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d never felt more comfortable and at home like he did with you when you visited your family. It made him feel normal and accepted, he didn’t have to worry about the media, the race track or the constant murmurs going around the paddock.

“How was your first thanksgiving experience love?”

He smiled down at you, his finger tips running up and down your back

“I loved it, really it was so much, I can’t wait to keep experiencing this craziness with you”

“Oscar loves the thanksgiving craziness…never thought i’d say that”

The Aussie laughed leaning down to kiss you

“Well now I get to experience a different craziness from yours everyday”

“Hey!”

You frowned jokingly but he was quick to once again bring his lips to yours, deepening the kiss enough to have your face flush, thankfully your family too enamoured in their own activities to notice your little display of affection.

“I love you and all your craziness darling, it’s what makes you, you.” he stated softly, taking his time to admire you

“I love you more.”

Oscar had all he needed right in front of him, he’d never felt more welcomed and appreciated than he did right now, curled up on the couch at your parents house after a delicious dinner, something he would continue to be apart of for years…and years to come.

[dawneternal]

The Benevolent | Eris x Healer OC | Two

☁︎ notes: so much tea drinking in this chapter?? my bad

☁︎ warnings: descriptions of wounds and blood, talk of physical abuse, implied domestic violence

☁︎ word count: 1.9k

☁︎ AO3 Link // Masterlist

☁︎ tags: @mybestfriendmademe @teddyhoneybear @cauldronblssd @imma-too-many-fandoms @tele86

Eris barely remembered the night before. He did not remember the questions his father had asked or the nonsense he’d given as answers. He knew in his gut that the truth remained tucked away and that’s all that mattered. 

He did recall his mother hurrying away, though the image was blurry from the pain. He thought he remembered an angel, kneeling by his bedside and blessing him with a touch to his brow. But of course, that was delirium from the blood loss. Every snap of his father’s whip, however, echoed through his memory in a loop.

He woke once in the night, head pounding as he surveyed the room. The moonlight revealed his mother’s sleeping form on the couch by the fire. On the floor beside his bed, another figure slept curled up with a throw pillow. Maybe two figures? It was hard to tell, their outline bulky beneath the quilt. He had a vague understanding that he should be dead, or at least in a great deal of pain. But the bedding felt real enough beneath his hands, the ache in his head like an anchor.

He did not have a chance to wonder about it any further before sleep pulled him away again. He dreamt of the angel and her lovely voice, deep and smooth, easing his pain. 

Worry not , she had said. So Eris slept deep and easy. 

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When Eris woke he braced for the full impact of his injury to envelope him, but it never arrived. There was a dull ache throughout his body, but nothing compared to what he felt the night before. He found that he could sit up and move and even stretch with no resistance. 

He flicked on the fae lights and twisted in the mirror, examining his back. There were large, pink scars still tender to the touch. And he was clean, not a hint of the ocean of blood that had threatened to swallow him in his bed. 

That was how his mother found him, staring at his back with confusion and frustration written across his features. She let out a silent sigh as she set down the tea tray, preparing for his interrogation. 

“Someone else was here,” He said. Or rather, demanded, eyes meeting hers in the mirror. 

“Yes. The healer I hired.” She did not look at him, focused on spooning tea leaves into the sieve. 

“Beron forbade it.” His tone was sharp. 

“He will not know. He was called away this morning and you leave for the Spring Court this afternoon.” 

Here she was, pulling strings again. He would always admire her cleverness and always dread the consequences. She was constantly doing favors just so she would be owed one in return. It was the oldest Fae trick in the book and the only way she could gain footing in this court. 

Most of the court and its people would follow her over Beron in a heartbeat. But his reach was wide and his eyes all-seeing. Not to mention his punishments, always cruel and disturbingly creative. Thus, these games of bargains and favors remained. Whispered in dark halls and midnight meetings. Sometimes outside the borders of the court. So far, she had managed not to be caught. Beron underestimated her and one day it would be her salvation and the last nail in his coffin. 

“You hired a secret healer?” 

“And swore her to secrecy, yes,” It was an idea she’d toyed with for a while, but Eris had always asked her not to do it. It was not worth it, to risk some healer’s life on his sorry behalf. 

“Did you tell her the nature of the job?” 

Edana pursed her lips, quiet as she placed sugar cubes into cups. He sat down slowly, releasing a long sigh as he went. 

“The risks, mother,” He said, weariness making it sound more thorny than he meant. 

“Do not scold me, son,” Her tone was firm but her voice shook. She looked at him, russet eyes gleaming. “You would have died last night if she had not been there. I have said it before and I will say it as many times as it takes for this court to hear me. I will not lose another son.” 

Her lips trembled as she let her body crumple into a chair. Eris stood and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her ruddy hair. Two sides of the same coin, they were. Too soft for Beron’s preferred shade of games, too stubborn not to play their own. 

The purple smudges under her eyes were so pronounced Eris wondered if she’d slept at all. If she’d truly slept in years. 

“Why now?” He asked, his voice soft. An uneasiness grew in the pit of his stomach. Edana took a moment to answer, her eyes troubled and distant as she warred with something that Eris couldn’t see. 

“Things are brewing, Eris,” She said, “Not just in your father’s court, but in Prythian. I needed to ease my mind. To have one less things to worry about.” 

He didn’t bother asking what she alluded to. She would have told him already if she were able to. Whether it be Beron or some other higher power, she stayed vague for a reason. It did nothing for that sense of unease.

“Thesan has requested to speak with me,” Edana sighed, sounding a little more like herself again, “I assume I will be receiving a scolding from him as well.” 

“No more scolding from me,” Eris sat back down and pulled a cup of tea towards himself, “You know what you’re doing. I just don't want to see you hurt.”

She gave him a small smile and took a sip from her own cup. 

“You’re a force to be reckoned with, mother. One day you will get your justice.” 

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Lady Edana sat across from Thesan, tea and pastries arranged on lace runners between them. The table sat on a balcony, so similar to where she had met with Aya. Fluffy clouds floated past the stone pillars, the arches between them like picture frames housing masterful paintings. 

Edana did not care for the Dawn Court. Everything here was too farefree, threatening to float away with the lightest touch. She preferred to be on solid ground, back in her own court with its scents of humus and ripe apples. 

“Edana,” Thesan began. His eyes avoided hers, as if her opinion would be read clearly within the amber. 

Edana said nothing, anger ebbing and flowing through her like the tide. One moment she had herself worked up, convinced that everyone around her was trying to prove that she was nothing but a fool, a paranoid little housewife. Then she would remind herself that those ideas were Beron’s creation, her anxiety his design. And she calmed, letting all of those feelings flow away until the cycle began again.

“I understand your machinations,” He said, “I know their importance, and I will contribute where I can. But you cannot draw my loved ones into this game. Especially without consulting me.” 

“Loved ones?” Edana asked, meeting his gaze as she took a sip of her tea.

“Aya is my cousin, Edana,” Thesan sighed. 

“Is there a reason you kept her hidden?” 

“She is not hidden. The Dawn Court knows her. But she has always insisted on earning her own living. She wants her success to be her own.” 

“I see,” Edana said, though her expression suggested that she did not see.

“I have a feeling that you elected to ask for forgiveness instead of permission.” He continued. 

Edana tossed her head, but she did not disagree. That was exactly what she had done. Though she had to admit that the fact of Aya and Thesan being related made her decision look much bolder. She had never meant to make a statement. 

“I suggest you do not make a habit of it,” Thesan’s voice rumbled through the balcony. 

Some considered Thesan to be the weakest of the High Lords. Even Tarquin, young and experienced as he may be, could move oceans with his power. But to hear Thesan speak this way painted a different image. Like he possessed some hidden blade within him that was as sharp as he was gentle. Like perhaps, the other courts would be grateful that he stayed close to his palace in this sky. 

Edana finally accepted that perhaps her plans had been rash. Maybe she had underestimated how easily Thesan would forgive her. The clouds floating by the balcony grew dark with the threat of a storm. 

“I cannot break the bargain,” She said, eyes on the table before her. She studied the crumbs of her macaron, pastel purple and flavored with lavender. 

“No,” Said Thesan, a growl full of warning, “But if you misstep, I will have Helion dismantle it.

“I did it for Eris,” Edana choked out, looking up at him. The lovely brown of his eyes was so soft compared to the command in his voice.

“Then he will help protect her. Or he will need more than one healer.” 

“Beron will not touch her.” 

“Do not make promises you cannot keep.” 

They were quiet for a long moment. Then the clouds lightened again, all of the tension gone from the sky. Thesan leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. 

“I did not call you here to scold you,” He said, and Edana thought bitterly that it was a little late for that sentiment. 

“I wish to warn you.” 

She took another sip of her tea and wondered if this was merely a bridge to another lecture about her schemes and manipulations. As if she was a reckless child with no self control, and not a woman trapped in the underground halls of the Autumn Court. They all gave her sympathy, but if they would not help her with their actions then their words meant nothing. She prepared to tell him off. 

“I wish to warn you about Aya,” His eyes narrowed at Edana’s refusal to answer. But he had her attention now. She pursed her lips and locked eyes with him. “There are facets to her power she has not yet discovered. She could rival the best of us one day.” 

“And you have not told her this?” Edana’s brows furrowed, “You do not wish for her to control it?”

“Not all of us fancy ourselves puppet masters,” Thesan said tightly, “I was hoping it would be her own discovery. She’s so unsure of herself.”

Edana stared for a moment longer. It had crossed her mind, the depth of Aya’s power. The ease with which she manipulated Eris’s wounds. Her skill was greater than any other healer Edana had met.

“And I suppose you will not tell me any more about her?” 

“It is not my story to tell.” 

Edana’s nerves were feeling a bit frayed. A scolding, a threat, and now a warning. 

“Are we done here, Thesan?” She sighed and dropped the napkin from her lap onto the table. 

Thesan’s eyes narrowed. No, he had hoped this conversation might last a little longer. He had more to say. But he was as tired of Edana as she was of him. 

“Yes, Edana.” 

Truthfully, she had always been this way. Paranoid, calculating. Even in her days as a young and single courtier, she gambled for scandals and drama, her ante paid in lovers. She had played these games for so long now, her entire world was tinted. Perhaps the right person could have encouraged her to hone that energy. But Beron brought out the worst in everyone. 

Some thought her sons inherited their cunning from their father, but it was all their mother’s. All of their scheming they learned from her. Beron was as dense as he was cruel. 

Thesan watched the Lady leave, her burgundy skirts swishing over the stone floor. Lady of Autumn, Queen of games, mother of foxes.

[pahtoosh]

Imagine y/n manages to down a cup of coffee while daddies!stucky is trying to calm them down while chasing them throughout the house

ugly shirts and caffeine crazies

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~9800 words

warnings: maybe a little 🤏 too long. baba calls you a brat🫢 daddies take off their shirts later for silly reasons

a/n: thank you, lovely anon for this suggestion! i am actually very sensitive to caffeine myself so this really spoke to me hehe😁 like i cannot drink coffee at all or i will be a bouncing wreck and i can’t have tea after 5pm!! or i wont sleep!! i need my daddies to help me cos sometimes i forget and i get a nighttime boba with my friends and then i don’t sleep until 5am😳

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: Bucky and his baby have a disagreement over a shirt. while baby runs away, they manage to drink Steve’s coffee

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Steve whistled a happy tune as he began making his morning coffee. Because of the serum, he didn’t need the caffeine to get through the day, he just liked the routine. As he waited for it to cool down slightly, he began preparing breakfast.

It was a lovely, quiet morning. The sky was slightly overcast and birds were chirping. Unfortunately, peace in your house could not last for long.

“No! I don’t wanna!”

“It’s your only clean shirt right now, Angel.”

“It’s ugly! I hate it! I hate it!”

“Hey, we don’t use that kind of language here. Now put on the shirt or you’ll be getting a time-out.”

“You can’t make me, Baba!” You escaped your argument with Bucky, dodging past him to run into the living room.

He groaned and followed you out of the room, finding you hiding behind the couch. “Baba’s not messin’ around. Come put on your shirt. Now.”

His strict baba voice should’ve been a warning, but you were not putting on that shirt. The colors were all wrong and the printed design was incredibly thick, making it uncomfortable to wear.

“No! You can’t make me!”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”

“You have to catch me first!” You ran away again. This time, Bucky chased after you instead of following at a walking pace like before. He almost caught you but you threw a pillow at his face and ran into the kitchen where Steve was trying to ignore your fight.

You froze, not expecting to see your Dada. Just then, Bucky came right behind you and trapped you in his arms. “Gotcha.”

“Noooo!” You squirmed, trying to escape his grip.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh after seeing the two of you. Bucky was out of breath and his hair was messed up, you were half-dressed, and both of you looked so angry at each other while Bucky practically hugged you from behind.

“What’s going on here?”

“This one,” Bucky said, not breaking his staring contest with you. “Is being a little brat and refuses to put on a shirt.”

“Not just a shirt! It’s the ugliest shirt in the whole wide world!”

“We don’t have any other clean shirts for you, remember? You. Have. To. Wear. This. One.”

“I. Don’t. Wanna!”

“God, the both of you are so stubborn,” Steve said.

At the same time, you and Bucky stopped glaring at each other to say “no I’m not” and “nuh uh”.

Steve threw up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Well, let’s just see this so-called ‘ugliest shirt ever’ and then see where to go from there.”

You nodded. “Yeah! And then Dada will see how ugly it is and I don’t have to wear it!”

“Or Dada will see that it’s just like any old shirt and you have to wear it anyway,” Bucky teased.

“Buck, no.” Steve freed you from your vibranium trap and got down on your level. “I’m gonna help you, okay sweetness?”

You nodded smugly and stuck your tongue out at Bucky. Dada was on your side, not Baba’s.

The three of you made your way to your room. While walking, you noticed your daddies giving each other certain looks. It was like they were having a silent conversation. Maybe Dada wasn’t looking out for you like you thought he was. Maybe he was only saying that to make you stop fighting.

In reality, Steve was making fun of Bucky for his childish behavior and Bucky was silently arguing back, demanding Steve to not tell anyone about this.

No matter what they were talking about, you couldn’t take that risk. You let go of Steve’s hand and ran off again, confusing your daddies.

“What the-“

“Baby, where are you going?”

Bucky put his hands on his hips. “Not so easy, is it?”

Steve groaned. “C’mon, we’ve got a runaway to catch.”

Meanwhile, you were frantically looking for a place to hide. Behind the couch wouldn’t work, Baba found you there last time. Maybe the kitchen! The island was a good size to hide behind and if your daddies came up on one side, you could sneak your way around the island in a circle and they’d never see you.

You went behind the island and sat down, trying to catch your breath. All this running around was making you tired and thirsty. Above your head, you spotted a mug on the counter. You checked to see if the coast was clear and took a sip. And then almost spat it out. It was the worst, most bitter-tasting drink you’d ever had.

Although, it was beginning to make you feel better. You drank as much as you could handle and then put the cup back before returning to your hiding spot. You could just barely hear your daddies looking for you in the living room over the sound of your own heartbeat.

“Where could they be?”

“I don’t know, but I’m starting to- wait, do you hear that?” Your daddies halted their movements.

You placed a hand over your nose and mouth, hoping that the air purifier in the living room was enough to distract them from the sound of your breathing.

Bucky sighed. “We don’t have time for this. Let’s just find that little troublemaker and then we can get on with our day.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Catching you was a very, very difficult task. Your hatred for the shirt combined with the energy from the coffee allowed you to beat out two supersoldiers. Steve and Bucky were exhausted, both of them laying on the living room floor while you jumped from one hiding place to another.

“What’s gotten into them?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m starting to think we’re not winning this fight. I mean, our baby’s running circles around us.” He looked at Steve. “Think it’s time to throw in the towel?”

“Ugh, maybe. It’s kind of embarrassing that our adversary is screaming and dancing around the house while we’re just trying to catch our breath,” Steve joked.

“We’re getting too old for this.”

“Ya got that right, pal. I’m gonna go drink my coffee. Hoping it’ll give me a second wind.” Steve got up and went to the kitchen. When he saw his partially empty mug, he connected the dots and facepalmed.

“Buck, we’ve got a problem.” He returned to the living room. “That little sneak drank half a cup of black coffee.”

Bucky’s eyes widened and he sat up. “How?”

“I guess I left it on the counter? And they were hiding in the kitchen for some time so..”

One of your giggles cut through the tense conversation.

Bucky sighed. “Alright, I’m done fighting the beast. It’s team no shirt until that laundry machine gets fixed.” He got up off the floor and brushed off his hands before taking off his shirt.

Steve laughed. “What are you doing?”

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Your two shirtless daddies met you in your playing room. You were hiding behind the coloring table.

“Are you in here, sweetheart? Daddies are here to throw in the towel- or shirt, I guess.”

“You win, babydoll.”

You carefully peeked over the table. “You tellin da truth?”

“Yeah. Look at us, team no shirts just like you. Can you come out now? We missed being with you all morning.”

You squealed and ran to hug them, bouncing excitedly. “Yay! Yay! Yay! Now we all don’t wear shirts! Can we do this all the time? ‘Cause then we don’t wear shirts and then we only wear pants and then when we don’t wear shirts we don’t have to wash shirts and then we don’t have to fold shirts and then we only have to wash and fold the pants and that’s so-“

“Woah, woah there. You’re talkin’ so fast, your mouth is about to fall off,” Bucky said.

You gasped and held a hand over your mouth.

Steve poked him in the side. “Baba’s only joking, baby. No mouths are falling off. But we do have to fix the problem of you drinking coffee.” He held your shaking hands. “Do you feel different right now? Maybe super energetic and excited or nervous?”

You kept bouncing on your feet. “YEAH! I feel like I can run forever! And I can run fast! And I can talk fast and my heart goes fast too!”

“Yeah, it’s fun for a little bit but it’s not good to feel like this for too long. We’re gonna take you to Uncle Bruce for a little check-up, okay? Maybe he can help get you back to normal.”

“OKAY DADA! Can Uncle Bruce be team no shirt too?”

Steve sighed. “I forgot about that, I don’t think we’re allowed down there without shirts on.”

You tried breaking away from Steve’s grasp, but he learned his lesson and was not letting you go.

“I not wear da ugly shirt! No, no, no!”

“Please, baby? Just for one hour?”

“NOOOO!” You stomped and turned every which way, trying to free yourself.

Bucky looked down at the floor, trying to wonder how you all got into this mess when he got an idea.

“Angel? What if you wear Baba’s shirt, hmm? It’s not as ugly as your last shirt, I hope.”

You stopped squirming. “Maybeee.”

“Just try it and if you don’t like it, we’re bringing a baby in a blanket down to Uncle Bruce.” He carefully put the shirt on you, starting with the neck hole and pulling the sleeves over your arms.

You marveled at the feeling of the soft, lightweight fabric. The sleeves were extra long, letting you curl your hands up inside them. Best of all, it smelled like your Baba.

“I love it! I love it soooooo much! Oh! Can I wear your shirts all the time, Baba? I promise I give them back! And Dada too! I wear Baba’s shirt today and Dada’s tomorrow! And the next day is Baba and the next day is Dada and the ne-”

“We’ve gotta see Bruce.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

One check-up later, Bruce gave you a special medicine to cancel out the effects of the caffeine. You were now tired from the whole ordeal of running away from your daddies all morning.

After lunch, the three of you cuddled on the couch. You read a couple of books and took a nap. Nap time was especially cozy with both your daddies there and because you were still in Bucky’s shirt.

Eventually, the laundry machine would get fixed, but you still loved wearing your Dada and Baba’s shirts from time to time. You insisted that you all trade shirts because it was so fun. Usually, it’d just be you wearing one of your daddies’ shirts, but sometimes you could initiate a three-way trade and see one of your daddies wearing your shirt. It was so funny seeing a super soldier wearing a t-shirt with a dinosaur riding a bicycle on it, especially when the shirt was a size or more too small.

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i have an idea......(pulls a sheldon cooper) /j

Ok so gojos gang yk the OLD people gang,such as bananami,gojo,geto,shoko,and yaga,and mb add ino takuma (cuz my boy deservers better fr💔) meeting haibara or riko's younger sister and like they look just like em too but with opposite personalities(?) (i did maths if haibara and riko were alive and compare em with their siblings,they would probably be around 13-16 i think...?)lmao!And ofc please add THE ANGST!!!!

But dont push yourself and take your time :) Lots of love kessha❤️🫶

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✭ pairings: teen!gojo, teen!geto, teen!nanami, teen! shoko, teen! ijichi, ino takuma & yaga ✭ warning: fluff, fem!reader, platonic & romantic interactions, etc! ✭ symbols: platonic ☁ | romantic ❤

KESHAAA <333 IT'S ALWAYS SO GREAT TO HEAR FROM YOU!! <33 you're awesome!! :> i made a few changes for a few hcs, but i hope you don't mind!! also im so sorry this took so long T_T enjoy!! xoxo, sam

OO1. 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈... ☁ .ᐟ -- you're riko's sister !!

✧ He was the first to break then news to you of your sister's fate. You and Riko were tight-knit, you were all each other had, so it was understandable that you knew her fate, as much as it broke your heart. ✧ Unbeknownst to anyone, he was a father-figure to you. He didn't have any reason to pay you both visits or to check up on you both, but here you were, sitting across him in your living room as Ms Kuroi brought him a cup of tea. ✧ Outings were rare, school took up most of your time as students, but Yaga ensured that even with your sister's fate, you both would have a normal life. It's what you both deserved. ✧ He was always there to listen, he always made that clear before he left your home. And he kept his word as he listened to your words of worry and fear for your sister's fate. He knew how tough it would be to lose the only family you have left. ✧ Despite his tough appearance, there's a reason as to why he was getting that prootion. He was wise and gentle, his words like a soothing balm on your anxious soul. You were far too young to be going through such stress, and he hated that sorcery messed with children's lives. ✧ Saying goodbye is always a little awkward at first, but after months of warming up, you've grown comfortable to hugging him goodbye at least. He's always there for you, you know it. ✧ He smiles goodbye, wishing that you and Riko will get to be normal one day – he just hopes that Satoru and Suguru make the right decision.

OO2. 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔... ❤ .ᐟ -- you're yu's sister !!

✧ He never knew that his junior, Haibara Yu, had another sister; one his age too. ✧ His eyes widen the slightest when he first meets you, the new transfer student, and he can instantly recognise Yu's warmth in your eyes – or more accurately, he recognised your warmth in Yu's eyes. ✧ It was clear that you were Yu's inspiration-slash-role model. You were everything that he was, and what he strived to be. Strong, powerful, kind, not to mention beautiful. You were so confident, and you knew who you were the moment you stepped in. ✧ And your were ridiculously strong for a grade 1 sorceror, almost a special grade like him and Satoru (but he kept that to himself). ✧ You were so sweet and pleasant, just like a ray of sunshine whenever you passed him and Satoru in the hallway. And really, the sight of you and Satoru getting along like a house on fire was enough to paint a small smile on his face, even though he knew he was going to be responsible for whatever nonsense the two of you caused. ✧ He sees the way you try to keep everyone's morales up, and he's nothing short of grateful. You both knew the risks of being a sorceror, and knowing that he could go to you, his new classmate, his new friend – confidant (and secret crush) if anything weighed on his mind eased him greatly. ✧ And he's there for you as often as you're there for him, it's a nice dynamic that's formed between you two.

OO3. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... ❤ .ᐟ -- you're yu's sister !!

✧ It was like Yaga read his mind when he began complaining about having more of a challenge. You were another special grade, just like him and Suguru, and the thought of having a new sparring partner sent chills of excitement up his spine. ✧ He knows he's up for a challenge the moment he feels your cursed energy as you step into their shared classroom. You were practically flooding the room with your cursed energy. ✧ It clicked in Satoru's head the moment he saw you. You needed no introduction – after all, the way Yu spoke of you so often had him feeling that he practically knew you like the back of his hand. ✧ You were his little pocket-sized sun, and you matched his energy, like you were two peas in a pod. It warmed his heart every time you noticed the little changes about him that no one else (other than Suguru) would pick up on. ✧ He was surprised that you saw through his cocky exterior. You saw past the great 'Six Eyes' name, you saw past the cheery front he had built for himself, heck, not even Suguru saw his serious side – the side that had been surpressed ever since he entered Jujutsu High. The side of the little kid who was forced to grow up before he turned ten. ✧ He appreciates it when you keep that moment of weakness to yourself. Though you do check up on him, he's grateful that you don't coddle him but he knows that you're there for him when he needs you. ✧ And when you stick by his side through it all, through Suguru defecting, through the night parade of a hundred demons, nothing makes him happier than to have you in his life.

OO4. 𝐈𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐎... ❤ .ᐟ -- you're yu's sister !!

✧ You were such a sweetheart. Shoko felt a smile of her own creep onto her face as she saw your infectious smile while you introduced yourself to their class. ✧ You both start off as friends, your radiant, up-beat energy contrasting to her stoic, calm self. Between the four of you, you all balanced out each other. After all, Satoru had Suguru, and now she had you. ✧ After Suguru's defecting, Satoru went his own way, and all she had was you. Al that remained of your little group was just you two. ✧ She often found herself finding consolation within you. You listened to her every word, her every worry, her every fear and emotion. You saw her when her two best friends drifted apart. ✧ Coffee dates, lunch dates, you both did it all. You did it for her, to ground her and to make sure that she knew that you always had her back, she did it to make sure that what she felt was real – that the little flutter in her heart really only happened around you. ✧ She realises that she likes you – no, loves you when you both watch the sunset. She listens to you intently as you ramble, the smoke slipping past her lips as she zones out on your words, focusing more on the energetic way you talk about whatever topic you were on about. She feels her breath hitch as the thought of kissing you to shut you up sneaks into her mind. ✧ And when she does kiss you, it feels natural, like you're meant to be this close, like you're both meant to be together, and so, it's only fitting that you both decide never to be apart.

OO4. 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎... ❤ .ᐟ -- you're riko's sister !!

✧ Kento was well aware of the conditions in Gojo and Geto's mission. However, he didn't realise that it meant that he had to watch over the Star Vessel's twin sister. ✧ While Riko was the Star Vessel and had the ability to see curses, you were different. You couldn't see curses, but you had strength, the ability to fight. ✧ Kento didn't see that point in looking out for you, after all, he and Haibara had better things to do. You seemed more than capable, but due to Yaga's insistence, he found himself watching you and Haibara geek out over a new restaurant just around the corner. ✧ The moment he realised he liked you was when he felt his heart ache at the news of your sister's death. It was like something clicked in you – you lost that little sparkle in your eye, and not even Haibara could cheer you up. ✧ Kento felt his heart twist at the sight of your lifelessness, and despite the voice in his head telling him that you'll be fine, the urge to do something to see you smile overpowered it. ✧ He does make you smile eventually, he remembers that day clearly because of the pride that filled his chest as you smiled at him. For once, he was glad that he listened to Haibara's advice and that he managed to perfect the cookie recipe for you. ✧ Eventually he's by your side and you're by his – from when he leaves jujutsu society and to when he returns. There's nothing stronger than the bond you both share as it blossoms into something more.

OO5. 𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐀... ☁ .ᐟ -- you're yu's sister !!

✧ Knowing that someone who was as cool as Nanami existed – and she was standing right in front of him, it made Ino giddy. ✧ He had two co-workers to look up to now, but you were more of an older sibling to Ino rather than Nanami, who was a little more professional about everything. ✧ You and Nanami were the only two who bothered to care about Ino's wellbeing, but when you did, it warmed Ino's heart, and he wasn't shy to express his gratefulness, often inviting the two of you out for dinners, or giving you both small gifts of thanks. ✧ Ino had grown used to both yours and Nanami's presence, moreso yours than Nanami's since you hung around him often, checking in on him at work, or just asking him to join you on menial tasks. ✧ His heart breaks for you when he learns of your path towards Jujutsu Sorcery. You didn't deserve to lose your brother at such a young age, no one did. ✧ Eventually, he understands why you hung around him so much. Parts of him reminded you of Haibara, and you swore to protect him with everything that you had – Haibara would've wanted you to anyway.

✁ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒:

OO6. 𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀... ☁ .ᐟ -- you're riko's sister !!

✧ He's impressed, really. Seeing your strength and your skill makes him really wonder if he's cut out for this kind of life. ✧ You two have the dynamic of leader and follower. He looks up to you and really, just follows you around like a kick/lost puppy. ✧ Gojo loves to tease and mess with the both of you, there's nothing more amusing to him than the way you snap in Ijichi's defense (he's amused that someone's looking out for poor guy, he's sure that ijichi won't even make it through the first year). ✧ The two of you remain together, like two peas in a pod. He's your 'yes'-man, and you're his headstrong friend, goal-oriented and impulsive while he's overly-cautious and scheduled. The two of you contrasted one another perfectly, and he was nothing short of grateful to have you around. ✧ Really, how the two of you managed to become friends was a mystery to everyone else. In their perspective, you stood up for the poor guy, and he just sorta tailed you around in return. If you ever needed a snack, he'd gladly get it for you without any hesitation – it was the least he could do to thank you. ✧ He's extremely happy for you when you both graduate, and when you became a sorceror, he was elated. To him, there was nothing better than to see your best friend achieve their lifelong goals.

a/n: wooo long time no post divider by @/cafekitsune

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miguel o'hara (atsv) x reader

-love that doesn't make it into the bedroom-drabble thought 🌶️

-jacuzzi drabble-nsfw smutty thot 🌶️🌶️

-the aftermath - fluff drabble hc about the morning after your one night stand 🌶️💖

-fluff thought 💖

-smutty thot 🌶️🌶️

-putting his hands in your pockets-quick thought 💖

-dinnery party drabble 🌶️💖

-miguel's act of service for you-quick thought 💖

-the color red-🌶️💖 Miguel learns to love his eye color thanks to you short blurb

-miguel needs glasses -fluffy blurb 💖

-miguel sleep hcs 💖

-miguel likes your fall candles-autumn drabble 💖

-your fall decorations start to grow on Miguel-autumn short fluff 💖

-eloping with him -short fluff 💖

-would've been you-angstober request 💔🌶️🌶️

peter b. parker (atsv) x reader

-love that doesn't make it into the bedroom-drabble thought 🌶️

-smut thot 🌶️

-marry me honey-proposing to you during sex 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-peter washes the dishes-drabble 💖🌶️

-a horror movie night with him-flufftober piece💖🌶️

nanami kento (jjk) x reader

-he's just your boss- you're kento's assistant. you realize you're in love with him. 💖

-love that doesn't make it into the bedroom-drabble thought 🌶️

-rainy night in the farmhouse-drabble 🌶️💖

-ill take care of us both -your husband cheering you up after you lose your job 💖🌶️

-making love in the barn-self indulgent drabble 🌶️🌶️💖

-eating chocolate chip cookies pregnancy cravings drabble 💖

-his watch 💖🌶️

-smut thought 🌶️🌶️

-lying by the river drabble 💖

-waking up after a shower drabble 💖🌶️

-stay asleep to see you 💔🌶️🌶️ angsty dark piece about your grief after Shibuya that ends in tragedy

-threesome with Kento and Kusakabe drabble 🌶️🌶️🌶️

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-to the echoes of infinity-drabble 💖

shiu kong(jjk) x reader

-smoking during sex thought drabble 🌶️🌶️

-your wedding and honeymoon-brief smutty fluff 🌶️🌶️💖

-the aquarium-first meeting with him 💖

-he comforts you over losing your first husband- angst with comfort snippet 💔💖

-kento x shiu x you smut thought 🌶️🌶️🌶️

-asking your husband to adopt a dog 💖

atsuya kusakabe (jjk) x reader

-he likes your curves -brief thought drabble 🌶️🌶️💖

-just a man- he visits you the night of Shibuya 🌶️🌶️🌶️💔

ben reilly (atsv) x reader

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meredium ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ part two of sunshine ☀︎ book one of kinktober 2024

sunshine masterlist | kinktober2024 | navigation | fanfiction masterlist 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 4 parts | word count: pending. read part two ☀︎ meredium now.

after what was intended to be a one night stand, rocket & sunshine-reader navigate the awkward aftermath of being new crewmates. oops. see below for warnings, kinks, and more info.

“Yeah, okay,” he’d taunted, “I’ll call your bluff.” You’d tilted both hands — cupping the sides of his palm, braceleting his wrist — bringing his hand forward so you could dip the tip of his finger in your mouth the way you had at the bar. When you’d hollowed your cheeks and sucked, releasing him with a wet pop, his eyes had turned from cherry bombs into dark moons — eclipses in a cranberry-bourbon sky.  “So call it,” you’d challenged softly. 

A low rumbling sound had stirred the recycled air between you — prickling the hair on the back of your neck and your arms. A growl, you’d realized with a sparkling gold swirl of nerves and a tightening spiral of tension. He’d leaned forward and set his mug on the console, then scrolled sightlessly along a touchscreen, tapping a few sigils and then yanking on a massive lever. One dark-clawed foot had nudged against the control apparatus, and the whole thing had slid to the left of him like it had been on a track or a hinge. Then he’d leaned back in the pilot’s chair and stared at you with lazy, hooded eyes.  “Get on with it then, sunshine.” His teeth had been bared — practically biting. “Come take my dick out and fuck yourself on it like a good little doll.” You’d felt your shoulders and throat and cheeks all grow warm — and then you’d set your tea aside and stood, shimmying your boxers down your hips and plucking them off the floor, then tossing them with feigned carelessness onto your vacant seat.  “If anyone comes up here, they’ll know what we’re doing,” you’d pointed out — but you’d laced your voice with as much sultriness as possible, so he’d know it wasn’t a complaint but a conscious decision on your part. “Do you want my shirt on or off?” His tongue had flicked out against his bared canine. “Keep it on for now.” His hands had tucked themselves languidly behind his head, cradling the back of his skull with open palms. “Go on. Get to work.”  A smile had flirted with the corner of your mouth. “Bossy,” you’d taunted, and his brows had flared upward. “Oh, you got a frickin’ mouth on you,” he’d drawled as you’d begun carefully tracing the seams of his jumpsuit, trying to find all the hidden buckles and buttons. You’d darted a mischievous glance up at him before finding your way through the labyrinth of latches, peeling his jumpsuit open just enough to free him. He’d hissed a breath through his teeth when you’d gently palmed him, pulling him out and bending quickly at the waist to drop a kiss on the curve of his cock.  “I do,” you’d agreed with a warm smile. “Did you want to see that, or—?” His eyes had narrowed. “Get. On.” You’d eased one leg over him, straddling him and raising your own brows. “Yes, sir,” you’d taunted gently. “Whatever you say, boss.” He’d glared. “Aren’t you supposed to be fucking me when I tell you to?” “Sure,” you agree warmly, “but you can’t imagine I’d be doing it without a little sass?” His eyes had flashed. “Get. On. My. Di—” You’d dropped down on him quickly, hissing a breath through your teeth at the stretch. Your head had rolled back on your neck, eyes fluttering closed. A little moan had tumbled over your lips like wine from a decanter.  “F-fuck,” he’d hissed.

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KINKS: free-use negotiation, light dom/sub vibes, public sex, temperature play, light praise/degradation, gagging with fingers/hands, so much dirty talk, inappropriate use of a coffee mug.  

CONTEXT: mcu-based, post-endgame, grumpy/sunshine vibes (obviously), “secret affair” (no cheating), angst, comfort, relationship anxiety. sub reader/dom rocket. HEA of course.

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Pairing: Jake Lockley x GN!Reader

Summery: Jake comes home after a short mission, with a few bumps and bruises.

Rating: Fluff

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You sat, silently waiting at the  dining room table, in your shared apartment with your boyfriend. It was 1 in the morning and the boys were yet to come home. Worry and dread started to fill your head and you held your cup of tea tightly between your palms. You knew they had Khonshu and the healing armor, but you couldn’t help but let your mind run wild with worrying thoughts. 

‘What if they were hurt’

‘What if they were captured’

A sigh made its way past your lips and you laid your head down on the table. They would be fine, they knew what they were doing. They are all capable of protecting themselves. Standing from the table and walking to the small kitchen, rinsing the cup in the sink. You turned, leaning against the counter, knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. With cautious hands, you rummaged through the medicine cabinet, looking for the melatonin you kept close to the back.

 A loud bang and the locks coming undone could be heard behind you. You whipped around, grabbing the nearest weapon. A rolling pin. You had been stress baking earlier. In a defensive stance, you stayed in the corner of the kitchen, waiting. Once all the locks Steven had put on were unlocked, a stiff grunt could be heard. 

“Fuckin’ hell…” Jake groaned in pain. 

“Jake…?” You spoke up, moving to see better.

“Estimada! I thought you would be asleep by now” He sighed walking up to you. You immediately dropped the rolling pin and ran up to him. A tight hug trapped him in your arms. Jake sucked in a quick breath.

“What’s wrong, love?” You pull away, asking softly. Jake smiled a bit and sighed, walking past you to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Got a little banged up today… few bruises” He explained, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie before flopping backwards on the bed. He stretched out his arms while adjusting his back.  

You gently kicked his leg that hung over the bed. He glared at you but it quickly faded to a smile. With quick movements, he launched up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down onto the bed. 

“JAke! The hell is wrong with you!” You gasped, gently hitting his arm. He winced in pain. 

“Agh… my head…” Jake quickly regretted his decision of moving so quickly. You grew worried, turning on the bedside light. He had a small bruise on his forehead with an equally small cut on his jaw. Quickly getting up and making your way to the bathroom, grabbing rubbing alcohol, cotton balls and a bandaid. 

“Aye.. Mi amor.. You don’t have to..” 

“Hush, let me take care of you.” You interrupted him. Sitting next to him, you smiled. He leaned into you, kissing your jawline. Softly pushing him away, you grabbed a cotton ball and started to clean his cut on his jaw. He complained playfully, acting like he was getting burned alive. 

“Are you almost done, Amar, it hurtttssss” He whined pulling away from you. You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back towards you.

“¿Estás tratando de empezar algo, amor?” He spoke with a growl in his voice, dropping the octaves as he talked. You unwrapped the bandaid and covered his wound, before pushing him away and getting up.

“Not now, Jake, you need sleep. You look exhausted.” You commented on his appearance. Jake let out an overdramatic, offended gasp, as he covered his chest with a hand, flopping backwards. You smiled and laughed, throwing away the cleaning supplies you used. After cleaning up the mess you made, you walked back over to the bed to find Jake, only in his boxers, sprawled out, his hair a mess. You quietly got dressed in comfortable sleepwear. You slipped into bed with Jake, not minding that he didn’t move from the position he was in. Deciding to just lay on top of him since he didn’t give you much space on the bed.

“Goodnight, Mi Amor…” He paused for a moment, before smiling, “Marc and a very sleepy sounding Steven say goodnight as well…” Jake yawned. You softly smiled.

“Goodnight, my loves…”

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ZhanCheng Day 1: Brother's Birthday

Prompt: Sorry to LXC on his birthday BUT JC goes to GSL to pay his respects to birthday boy LXC and LWJ gets unspeakably jealous because HE'S never gotten a political birthday visit with a respectable gift for a fellow sect leader >:( LWJ behaves normally about this, obviously. Suggested by @spriteofmushrooms. ao3 link.

Though the weather had been pleasant today, though the tea this morning had been especially aromatic, and though it was his most beloved brother's auspicious birthday, Lan Wangji could be seen absolutely seething from behind him within the Cloud Recesses' guest hall.

Sect Leader Jiang was standing before them, completely ignoring Lan Wangji, smiling pleasantly at his brother whilst gesturing towards a fine wooden box carved with lotus flowers carried by a Jiang disciple.

"...and this one carries a set of watercolours made from ingredients sourced in Yunmeng by our most talented artisans. I hope it is to Zewu-Jun's liking."

Lan Wangji's nostrils flared, though no one was paying any attention to him, least of all Jiang Cheng.

'I hope it is to Zewu-Jun's liking.' That insufferable man had never called Wangji by his title– or, at least, not in such an emollient manner. Jiang Cheng's 'Hanguang-Jun!' was one oft spoken full of malice, or traced around a wicked snarl; sharp, electrifying, absolutely indelible.

Lan Wangji bristled. How could that man stand here so shamelessly, in Wangji's own home, bearing the image of benevolence and shapeliness in his libertine Yunmeng robes– and blatantly flirt with his brother right in front of him?

"I am more than pleased, Sect Leader Jiang. I will treasure these thoughtful gifts and make careful use of them. Yunmeng's artisanal goods are some of the finest in the jianghu, and GusuLan is most fortunate to be amongst its many trade routes. It is not only Gusu that shares in fortune, however. I myself feel most fortunate to be in the company of such a kind and considerate friend."

The hand behind Wangji’s back clenched. He'd have to speak to his brother after this procession. How could a member of the Lan family call someone so utterly wretched a 'friend'? It was disgraceful, and his brother ought to rectify it immediately by never speaking to the dastardly Sect Leader Jiang again.

"Ah." The dastardly Sect Leader Jiang averted his eyes for a fraction of a moment – but Lan Wangji noticed.

"YunmengJiang is flattered by your generous words. Unfortunately, I must return to my sect duties now. My sect and I wish Zewu-Jun a joyous celebration."

The Sect Leader began to cup his hands, but Wangji's brother stopped him, fingers wrapped around the man's.

“Please," said Lan Xichen. "Though GusuLan does not hold feasts for birthdays, I hope Sect Leader Jiang would stay for some tea. Our cloud tea today is most redolent; it would be a shame not to share it with a treasured guest."

Jiang Cheng straightened, then lowered his hands, briefly averting his eyes again before replying: "Ah…a tempting offer, Zewu-Jun. Unfortunately my missives have stacked up and I–"

"It will only take a shichen, Jiang–"

"Xiongzhang."

All eyes turned to Wangji, whose face, he hoped, remained reticent and unreadable.

"I will...walk our guest to the gate. We may pass some tea leaves to his disciples to bring back to Yunmeng."

His brother paused for a moment, brows lifted, before switching to a pleasant smile.

"Ah...good on you, Wangji...."

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The Yunmeng disciples were sent to the tea room to collect samples. Lan Wangji and Sect Leader Jiang reached the gate on their own despite deliberately walking at a leisurely pace. The walk had been taken in complete silence, which was somewhat refreshing, given how Sect Leader Jiang always seemed to have choice words for Lan Wangji, said in a choice manner with a choice expression and a choice vivacity to his face.

Standing at the entrance to the Cloud Recesses, Jiang Cheng shifted on his feet, brows knitted and eyes avoiding Lan Wangji.

"Thanks..." he said finally, crossing his arms, "for getting me out of there. Your brother is...very friendly."

"Mn," Lan Wangji replied. He stuck out his hand, palm slightly tilted towards the sect leader. He did not elaborate.

The sect leader raised a characteristic thin brow, a pretty snarl already growing on the corner of his lips. "Are you demanding a bribe for helping me escape your handsy brother? I could have gotten out of it myself you know, Hanguang-Jun!"

Lan Wangji shook his head.

"Tch! What then!" Jiang Cheng slapped Wangji's hand away, but Wangji stuck it out again.

"My birthday gift," he explained.

Jiang Cheng looked at him like he'd grown horns. "Isn't your birthday at the beginning of the year?"

Lan Wangji's brows furrowed. "So you know when it is. And did not visit. Or bring a gift."

The other man sputtered. "It's not like you visited me for my birthday or brought a gift either! Plus we're not friends. Nor are you a sect leader I have to keep good relations with."

Wangji stared at the man quizzically. Sect Leader Jiang was attempting to weasel his way out of a rightful gift. Typical behaviour or a villain. The 'not friends' excuse was ineffectual, however. "We speak all the time."

"Yeah, when we cross paths on night hunts and argue!"

There seemed to be a mismatch between their definitions of friendship. Wangji pursed his lips slightly, contemplated for a moment, then reached into his sleeve.

From it, he procured a sword charm he had carved himself last fall, whittling in a fugue state for hours until it was complete. He had not been able to put reason to his compulsion to make it, only felt that it would be important later. Now holding it in his palm, it made sense that the charm would be for Jiang Cheng. In fact, the frog on it directly matched the one of Sandu's hilt.

"Happy birthday," he said, then nothing else.

With a sceptical expression, Jiang Cheng took the charm from Lan Wangji's hand, then examined it, his brow rising higher and higher with every second.

"This is for me?"

"Mn."

"I get to keep it?"

"Mn."

"You're not gonna get mad if I take it home?"

"Mn." Then, to make sure Jiang Cheng knew just how lucky he was: "I carved it."

Another dubious look was thrown his way, but Lan Wangji thought little of it as Jiang Cheng removed the current tassel from his sword and replaced it with Wangji's charm.

"You're acting weird today, Hanguang-Jun."

Wangji held his palm out again. "My gift."

The sect leader's face softened slightly, melting into an awkward smile which lifted Wangji's spirits immediately. It was Jiang Cheng's first non-evil smile towards him. What a sucker. Sect Leader Jiang scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes.

"I...don't have anything on me right now that could work as a gift. I can send one here after..."

The palm in front of him did not close.

"The robes off your back."

"What? No!"

"Your tassel."

"I can't gift you something that's already been used!"

"Sandu."

"Fuck off!"

"Shoes."

"I need them to walk home!"

"Comb."

"I don't carry one with me!"

"Handkerchief."

"I sneezed in it!"

It appeared the man was utterly hopeless in the realm of gift-giving. Wangji stared at him, eyes solemn. There was simply no other choice. He’d have to help him out. He stepped forward, grabbed the sect leader's stupid pretty face, and kissed him squarely on the lips.

"H-Hanguang-Jun!" The other man's face was so red it was nearly purple. "Hanguang-Jun..."

The first 'Hanguang-Jun' had been the typical kind. The one laced with three poisons. The second, however, was softer, smaller, and impossibly adorable. Something in Hanguang-Jun felt incredibly pleased with itself, as if butterflies were dancing triumphantly in his stomach.

"Mn. Your gift has been received and will be treasured. You must wish me a happy birthday now."

With a hand clasped over his lips, the usually arrogant and abrasive sect leader appeared speechless, eyes watery and brows drawn. In the tiny skirmish, his hair had managed to become mussled, and Wangji found himself endlessly pleased by this without any reason.

"H-happy birthday, Hanguang-Jun..."

The voices of the YunmengJiang disciples became audible from the distance. Sect Leader Jiang straightened, returning to his air of overconfidence, though Lan Wangji saw the difference in it easily.

"My next one is in four months."

When the sect leader lowered his hand, Wangji saw that his lips were pink and glossy wet. Jiang Cheng must have licked his lips, tasting the trace Lan Wangji left upon them.

"M-mine is in one...s-so you'd better watch out for it, Lan Wangji, or your lips are gonna be in big trouble!"

"I am shivering with anticipation."

Jiang Cheng pointed a shaking finger at Wangji's face, lips trembling around a forming sentence.

"I-I'll kiss you big time!"

"No less is expected."

The Jiang disciples reached them, apologising for their delay. Sect Leader Jiang barely waited for them to settle before stomping off through the gate, only turning his head back to yell:

"That sounded bad! I didn't mean it like that! I meant–"

But he had already passed the gate's barrier, and sound no longer travelled through.

Lan Wangji chuckled to himself, a sound known to no one but himself.

"Right in front of my birthday, Wangji."

Wangji nearly jumped, if not for the familiarity of the voice.

"Xiongzhang," he regarded calmly, though a smirk was clear as day on his lips.

"You move quickly," his brother commented. "I had a three year courting strategy mapped."

Stowing his hands in his sleeves, Wangji mused, "The early rabbit catches the...other rabbit."

Lan Xichen sighed melodically. "You have a month to prepare your next gift, Wangji. I've been planning mine for ten."

Lan Wangji considered this, watching the bamboo peeking from Cloud Recesses’ walls sway in the wind. The air was clear today. The sun was teetering above the horizon. Cloud tea was waiting for him back in the sitting room.

"It is on," decided Wangji. He already knew what his next gift for Jiang Cheng was going to be.

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Written for Milk's 30 Days of ZhanCheng! Ao3 Collection.

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A Lifetime | Promises

feat: nanami kento x fem!reader, gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: a promise is remembered after gojo visits you, a promise that’s been taken to heart and will never be broken

a/n: i got hit with inspiration while on the toilet as all greats do

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“How have you been?” Satoru asked you.

He was sitting at the kitchen island while you made him a cup of coffee. Once you had gotten home with Satoru in tow, you had put Yu to bed and gently closed his door so that you wouldn’t disturb him while the two of you talked.

You turned off the stove and put your own tea mixture into the pot so the tea could blend.

“I’ve been good. I’m…surviving.” You answered.

What more else could you say? You truly never got over the death of your husband and you never would.

“Honestly, it doesn’t get any easier even as the years pass,” you continued.

“Not when Yu looks just like Kento.”

Satoru hummed in response, unsure of what to say.

As soon as the tea was blended, you took the blend out and set it into the sink before you poured the liquid into two cups.

Setting the pot back onto the stove, you grabbed the cups and turned to hand Satoru one, which he had smiled and thanked you for.

“I’m…I’m sorry about Nanami.” Satoru said while looking down at his cup. You saw his grip tighten a bit around the cup, making sure it wasn’t enough force to break or crack the cup.

“If I had gotten out sooner,” he continued. “maybe I would have been able to save him.”

You felt your lips tug into a small smile as your brows upturned.

“I feel like the result would have been the same regardless. Kento is-was the type of man who would rather protect others because he loved the innocence regular humans have. He chose to save Yuji by sacrificing himself and while I lost my husband, I’m so proud of him for saving someone’s life.”

Tears threatened to fall, so you closed your eyes to prevent them from doing so. Every word you said was true regardless of the fact that you lost Kento. But it never made it easier.

Satoru looked up at you and loosened his grip on the cup. He opened his mouth to say something, to say that wouldn’t have been the case because Satoru was the strongest. But deep down he knew you were right.

As much as Satoru harassed and annoyed Kento, he admired him in a way.

Exhaling through his nose, he stood from his seat and walked over to you. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you into what he felt was an awkward hug. He wasn’t good at comforting others so he hoped this would be enough.

The action made you want to cry. You’ve never cried as much as you did when you lost Kento. While Yaga had been there to catch your fall and hold your hand, a hug felt nice. It was like a warm blanket that enveloped you and wrapped around you tightly. It eased your heart from the heaviness from the last 3 years.

Sniffling, you pulled away and gave a small smile to Satoru.

“Thank you Gojo. That made me feel better.” You said as you took a step back.

Satoru smiled as he set his hand on his hip.

“I’m here for you and your son anytime. If you need a friend, just call me.”

Holding out his other hand, your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at his hand causing Satoru to let out a chuckle.

“I need your phone so you can contact me. We don’t have each other’s number.” He explained.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, reaching your hand into your pocket and handing Satoru your phone.

Entering his number in your phone, he gave his phone a quick call so that he would have your number as well before handing your phone back to you.

“I’m not sure how missions will go from here on out, but whenever you need someone, let me know and I’ll be here in no time.” He said.

“Also,”

You looked up at him, the smile on his face was gone—it was something you had never seen on him since he was sporting a smile every time you saw him.

“I heard from Yaga that you used Nanami’s ashes to plant a tree and I was wondering if you could show me where it was.” He continued, putting his hand on the back of his neck.

“I couldn’t go to the memorial service because I was sealed so I want to pay my respects to him.”

Your eyes widened a bit. As much as you heard Kento complain about Satoru’s “shenanigans”, you knew they were fond of each other; moreso on Satoru’s part with his relentless teasing. It’s something he’s done since you were teens.

Hearing Satoru say that he wanted to pay his respects made you happier than ever. You admit that you were a little upset with him when he didn’t show for the memorial service until Yaga had told you of Satoru’s disappearance and sealing. It made sense to you because you didn’t believe Satoru would ever miss the service of someone close to him you assumed.

Satoru froze as you began to tear up. Did he mess up by asking? Did you not want him to do so?

“I-I’m sorry for asking! I don’t have to if you don’t want me to!” Satoru said, waving his hands around. “Please just don’t cry.”

You blinked before you touched your cheek, taking note of the wetness that now coated the pad of your fingers. You hadn’t realized you began crying. Looking at Satoru, whose expression was full of worry, you began to giggle.

“No, I’m sorry. I was just thinking of how happy I am that you’d like to pay your respect. I know that as much as Kento acted like he didn’t like you, he was actually very fond of you.” You smiled warmly at Satoru as you explained.

“He’d really love to have you visit him. Thank you, Gojo.”

Gojo stared at you in awe. He admired how you could lose someone you loved dearly and still find a way to smile. If he was in your shoes, he couldn’t do that no matter how many years passed by.

“Satoru.” He corrected.

You tilted your head a bit, unsure of what he was referring to.

“My name.” He chuckled, knowing what you were thinking with the action. “Call me Satoru since we’re friends.”

“Ok Satoru. Only if you do the same.” You responded with a grin.

“What day would work best for you? I visit Kento every week. I visited twice this week because today is the anniversary of his passing.” Your grin turned into a mournful smile as you looked over at the photo of you, Kento, and Yu when he was just beginning to walk, smiles on your faces as Kento held your son’s hands to help him walk.

Satoru followed your gaze to the photo. He hadn’t seen Kento smile like that in years. He remembered seeing it in passing when the two of you were together in the halls of Jujutsu Tech and again on your wedding day (that he wasn’t invited to so you helped him sneak in). He even remembered seeing it on his face when he showed Satoru a photo of the two of you and your newborn son.

Looking back at you, he could see the sadness and heartbreak reflected in your eyes. Maybe you weren’t as happy as you made yourself to be. Maybe you were more like Satoru when it came to pain by hiding it behind a smile rather than letting others see the hurt and sadness. He understood what it was like.

Nevertheless, he felt his heart break.

“I’m ok with any time, I can make the time.” Satoru responded.

You looked back at Satoru and nodded, a smile gracing your lips once again.

Satoru wished more than anything to have the ability to go back in time and rescue Kento, to make sure he made it back home safely.

You’ve had to deal with these feelings and force back your sadness for 3 years. You likely did it for your son, family, and friends. How could you survive this long?

Satoru felt the need to help you. He wants to be the person you can rely on no matter what. His shoulder would be available if you felt like crying. His arms are there to envelop you in a hug when needed. And his attention would be on you and solely on you when you needed someone to talk to.

“Can you meet me at the Rikugien Gardens on Wednesday at 9am then? I like to visit while Yu is in school so that way when he’s home, my full attention is on him.” You asked.

Satoru’s lips pulled into a gentle smile as he looked at you.

“That sounds perfect.” He responded.

The clock in the kitchen made a noise to indicate the new hour, something that Kento used to keep track of time when he was home so that everything was planned accordingly. Looking at the time, you saw that it was close to midnight, reminding you of how tired you were as you tried to stifle a yawn.

Satoru chuckled and patted your shoulder before walking past you.

“It’s getting late. I’ve already taken up so much of your time when you should be sleeping. It was nice seeing you again.” Satoru said, waving to you before walking out of your home.

You watched as he left before picking up the cups that were used. The tea was left untouched due to the conversation, so you quickly cleaned up.

Looking at the picture in the kitchen, you pressed your fingers against your lips before pressing them on Kento’s face in the photo.

“I miss you so much Kento. I love you. I don’t believe I can ever love anyone as much as I love you.” You spoke in a quiet tone before leaving the room, shutting the lights off before heading to bed.

Outside, Satoru had crossed the street from your home before turning and watching you through the kitchen window. He watched as you cleaned and pressed a kiss to your fingers before putting them onto the photo, the melancholy apparent on your face before you left the kitchen, turning off the light.

Exhaling through his nose, he shoved his hands in his pockets before looking up at the sky for a few minutes.

“I’ll keep my promise, Nanami. You won’t have to worry about them anymore.” Satoru spoke softly to no one but himself and the heavens.

Kento looked ahead as he sat next to Satoru at the bar. A scotch in his hand that he swirled around before taking a sip while Satoru had a virgin strawberry daiquiri that he had been drinking through a straw.

The two sat in silence for a while as Kento was in his own mind. Satoru could tell he needed to get something off of his chest so he patiently waited.

Taking another sip, Kento found the courage to say what he needed to.

“I need a favor.” He said in a low voice to the point where Satoru almost couldn’t hear him.

Satoru leaned closer to Kento while comically placing his hand behind his ear while grinning.

“What’s that? You need to speak up louder Nanamiiii.”

Kento sighed, already annoyed with Satoru. He was trying to have a serious talk and Satoru was just…Satoru. Noticing this, Satoru just let out a huff of laughter before leaning away.

“Ask away, my friend.” He said as he held up his hand to get the bartender’s attention to order another virgin daiquiri. Taking another sip, Kento pulled out his phone to show the photo of you and Kento with your newborn son before handing it to Satoru.

“My son was born today.”

Satoru took the phone and smiled.

“Congrats man!” Satoru cheered as he looked down at the photo. You looked exhausted, rightfully so since you had given birth. Kento looked just as exhausted as you did. Laughing, Satoru asked “Why aren’t you with them right now?” while handing back the phone.

Taking the phone, Kento looked at the photo while smiling.

“Labor was 78 hours and as tired as (Y/N) is, she felt that I needed more rest than she did so she ordered me to go home.”

“And you chose to have a drink with your good buddy instead. Lucky me.” Satoru chuckles before taking a drink.

“After I had a night to myself, I couldn’t stop thinking. Now that my son is here, what happens if I don’t make it?” Kento finished his scotch before ordering another one.

Satoru noticed it was his 4th one so far but he wasn’t worried since he could drink anyone under the bus except for Shoko.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you. Not when you’re friends with the strongest.” Satoru said while smacking Kento on the back, causing him to cough.

After clearing his throat, Kento continued to look at the photo.

“The future isn’t guaranteed. Within this line of work, we’re told to sacrifice ourselves if it means exorcizing curses. There may come a time where I will die and when that time comes-“

“If.” Satoru interrupted, causing Kento to look at him, which caused Satoru to immediately notice how serious he was.

Kento had a determined expression but behind the eyes that weren’t covered by his usual sunglasses, he could see the worries and fear behind them.

“I want you to promise me that if something happens to me, you’ll watch over them for me. Out of everyone, I trust you the most to be able to do so.”

Satoru stared at Kento, somehow waiting and hoping he would say it was a joke but that never came. Removing his sunglasses, Satoru wanted to show how seriously he would take this promise.

“I promise Nanami. I’ll take this promise to my grave that if anything were to happen to you, (Y/N) and your son will be watched over and protected by me.” Satoru promised.

Kento visibly eased before going back to the photo, smiling once more.

“Thank you, Gojo.”

Satoru opened his eyes as the sunlight shone through his blinds. His mind wandered to the dream he had. Who would have thought that he would dream of the day Kento asked Satoru to promise to look out for his family? Maybe it was because he saw you and your son or because he saw that look on your face.

Throughout his time at Jujutsu Tech, you always had a smile on your face, even more so around Kento. While Kento was naturally easily irritated and negative, you were always happy and positive.

To be honest, Satoru had developed a crush on you before the two of you began dating, even for a while after. Satoru would always joke about stealing you away from him, earning a glare from Kento while wrapping his arms around you. You would laugh and kiss his cheek, breaking the wave of negative energy Kento was sending towards Satoru.

Satoru wished that it was him instead. More than anything.

His feelings did eventually dissipate as the years passed, even being happy for the two of you during your wedding and wishing nothing but happiness for the two of you. Feeling wholeheartedly happy when Yu was born to the point that he wanted to be an uncle to him (Kento did not want that).

But for some reason seeing you again with that expression on your face as you stared at the photo made Satoru want to pull you in his arms to take away the pain. He wanted to kiss away the tears that would fall down your face because he knew you would wait until you were in the comfort of your room to cry.

He wanted to take away your pain entirely.

There was no way he’d be able to do that. Kento was the love of your life, the father of your son.

But what if…what if Satoru could help you fall in love with him?

Groaning and covering his face with his hands as he closed his eyes, Satoru wondered what in the hell was he thinking. There was no way to convince a widow to fall in love with someone else before they’re even ready to love again. And he was pretty sure you’d tell yourself you’d never love again.

He could see it in your gaze during that split moment.

Dragging his hands down his face, he looked up at the ceiling in his room.

These thoughts only proved that he was never over you. But no matter what, Satoru didn’t want to let his feelings to get in the way of your healing and he knew you needed to heal. The two of you were together for a total of 11 years. There was no way 3 years would help you heal. It might have helped some, but Satoru could tell you needed more time to heal.

More time is what you’ll get. He won’t let his feelings in the way of taking care of you and your son.

Groaning again at the complication of his mind, he knew that he had to apologize to Kento for having these thoughts.

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Waddup to my fellow Matenro stan !

Fluffy-cloud☁anon here !

Wanted to know if you could do a Doppo x fem reader . Senario is where they go out on their first date but the movie that doppo booked ends later than expected.....soCAN I PLS SEE A SHY DOPPO X FEM READER WHERE HE STAYS OVER AT HER APARTMENT / HOUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME?????

Bonus is that she makeshim sleep on the samebed as her coz the cute bb wanna sleep on the couch . Hes do cute omfl !

Also coz where im at its 15/05 and its My boy's bday❤❤❤

Thank you so much❤❤❤❤and enjoy your day/night

☁fluffy-cloud anon☁

Share bed!✨

Hello fluffy-cloud anon! have a good day you too!❤️

That's how it is! Knowing it's his birthday I just want to rock him in my arms and put him to sleep whispering how much I love him.

I can honestly see it in all those scenarios where he is on the verge of death for doing something completely natural in a relationship, believing that he is going to make you uncomfortable or that it is something out of place.

Shy Doppo x female reader!

Warnings: none! Just a little first date awkwardness ❤️

°ahhggg! Doppo burns with shame from his ears to his toes. Why did he have to choose that movie that ends so late on his first date? Surely you will think that he did it to take advantage of you, but really it was the only function that they could arrive at.

°They both work in the same office and already knew each other well enough before he took the first step in asking you out. Even their shifts are the same, ending late as that stupid boss keeps giving them extra homework. The movie time had been booked with these setbacks in mind, he had planned it perfectly… or so he thought.

° You felt that Doppo was more tense than normal, but you thought it was something normal due to the nature of the situation. When in the middle of the movie you looked at him to comment on something he wasn't attentive to the screen, you caught him more times than you expected with his eyes on you. Giving him a smirk every time his gaze met you sent him a flying kiss causing him to sink into his seat and look away.

° When you left the cinema you understood a bit of his concern "I.. uhm…" he plays with his hands and you think that he is asking to walk hand in hand with you, so when you grab him he squeals in surprise. "Actually, I was thinking…I finish very late and maybe we will have to return by taxi "I do not escape your contact but his gaze was fixed on that connection between you.

°"ah, actually I live near here…we can walk there" loose starting to walk. The skin tone your date acquires easily goes beyond burgundy and becomes darker than his hair color as he silently follows you around. In just ten minutes you are already opening the door of your apartment. Only when you close the door behind him does he realize that he entered your house without permission, at night and on the first date.

°Now being trapped and alone at the entrance, the first thing he looks for is a window big enough to jump through. "Do you want a coffee or a tea?" You ask looking for two cups as if he were a recurring visitor.

° "Sorry… thanks permission! Ehhh…. I think I shouldn't be here" he says grabbing the door handle ready to open it and run downstairs, but it's locked. "A taxi home from here is incredibly expensive! You don't have to pay that when you can stay here!" His knees tremble slightly at your words and he refuses to take another step. As if he were an animal trapped in an enclosure he doesn't know.

°"Just take off your shoes and come sit down, take a coffee and I'm sure it's richer than the one in the office." You point to the place you prepared for him and the cookies you left in the middle of both. He complies and asks for permission when he approaches the table.

° Concentrated on his actions, you laugh when he blows on the coffee before taking the first sip. You still don't know how he got up the courage to ask you out, but you wanted him so much that if he didn't get up the courage you would, fortunately the same day you made that resolution he proposed the date. Perhaps, it is an unexpected twist as the evening unfolded, they should have waited longer until they got to the point of inviting each other to each other's house but now none of that matters.

° When you offer him a bath first he chokes and laughs nervously. He can't deny that, he knows your actions tonight pushed him over the edge and he needs to cool down a bit.

° Wearing the shirt you lent him and smelling the same as you from using your hair products is making him sweat again, he should do his best to think about something else. But he can't, you don't let him, finding him vulnerable, you kiss the top of his head, smiling sweetly when you see how small tears of shame crystallize his eyes.

° He has no choice but to cover his face with both hands fidgeting on his seat. "Just, it's our first date" he whispers, opening a space between his fingers to look at you. "The first of many" now your lips leave a kiss on that hand that made room for his eyes. Not being able to resist anymore, he fans himself with the first thing he finds, too ashamed to admit that he also expects the same.

° The night had really advanced and the time to sleep was already inevitable. "Prepare the bed before, so we can go to bed now" Doppo looks behind him and doesn't see anything like an armchair to sleep on, so he thinks you have another place for him in your room. Serious mistake, the only thing there is a double bed. His words catch in his throat when he points to a chair that seems comfortable "no, you won't sleep there" you say arranging the pillows so that they both have the same amount, his body trembles again when without issuing anything other than screams you also deny him sleep in floor.

° You slide in first and hold the blanket up for him, patiently waiting for him to stop being embarrassed. He hesitates for a long time before slowly entering and once covered you must stop him from escaping twice as he implores you to let him sleep in the bathtub if necessary.

° Even in his place concentrating on not making noise when breathing, he can't calm his agitated heart that at the slightest movement of yours begs you not to turn to see him. Just like him, you were also a bit nervous, you trust Doppo, but you also can't sleep so easily knowing that he is by your side.

° "y/o are you still awake?" Obviously you were but you didn't respond, a quick and clumsy kiss hits your cheek, his rapid breathing saturated your ears for a few seconds before he returned to his place on the bed "good night, to you too" in response, you only hear a weak giggle.

° Finally, the heat of sharing a bed manages to make them sleepy and they unconsciously seek each other's contact, ending up with their foreheads and noses together. The nervousness of the day before fades along with the darkness of the night, by dawn they are so huddled together that they hardly seem to be the same people.