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earthtooz · 2 years ago

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x : BETWEEN LOVE AND LIES :*+ﾟ

in which: you thought nagi was dating you for media reputation... so why does this relationship feel suspiciously real?

warnings: 11.9k words, pro-soccer player!nagi x physiotherapist!gn!reader, reader has hair, lots of food, not at all a realistic story but that's okay pls don't come for me, SLOOWWWWBURN, fake-dating au, reader is oblivious :<

a/n: goodness. if this flops i will cry bc i spent way too long this for it to be healthy for me. enjoy !

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nagi approaches you the day after his name goes viral.

you weren’t doing anything spectacular, merely putting away all the kits and equipment you’d used for the day when the white-haired soccer player approaches you, his hands in his pockets, strolling over to you as he would on any occasion.

your heart races- as it does whenever he’s around, regardless of said occasion, but what tumbles out of his mouth next was worthy of ceasing your heart rate all together.

“wanna date?”

you’re speechless. malfunctioning as you register what he’s saying. the sheer casualness of it all is alarming and you have to snap yourself back into your physical environment before your mind loses to a universe of questions and doubts.

out of all people who have asked you to date, nagi was definitely the most unique. was he okay in the head? did he come for a check up? did he get one of rin’s kicks to the head? or was he just straight up delusional?

“uhh, why?�� you ask, cursing yourself a little for how disgusted you sounded.

fortunately for you, your ungracious tone didn’t phase him, not one bit. “isn’t that what two people do when they like each other?”

yeah, romantically. you don’t even think nagi likes you beyond simply platonic, whereas you have to try and shove your feelings for him down your throat every morning before walking in to the training grounds for blue lock’s official team.

you find yourself agreeing regardless, still a little overwhelmed by everything that was going on.

the soccer player then has the audacity to give you two thumbs up in approval, a dumb smile plastering on that expression of his. this confuses you even more.

“okay cool, so what should we do now that we’re a couple?” he asks.

you glance away, unable to look him in the eye for too long without getting flustered. the various weights and foam rollers still scattered on the floor catches your attention, reminding you of your previous task before nagi came to stir up a storm. “well, i have to put these away amongst various things. you can sit on the couch if you want to pass time?”

“do you need any help?” he questions, already bobbing down to be eye-level with you, ignoring the second half of your statement.

“no it’s fine, thank you though.”

“are you sure?”

“yeah! i don’t want to bother you.”

“well if you do this all by yourself, it’ll take longer, and you take longer, it means i have to wait longer to spend time with you.”

when you turn around to say something, the words die on your throat when you realise just how close he’d come to you during the time you had your back towards him. a flash of hurt crosses his typically emotionless eyes when you instinctively recoil from him, his innocent stare dimishing just a little.

“you know how much i hate waiting. it’s such a pain, so let me help out and you’ll get done faster, right?” his hands are already reaching for some of the foam rollers before you can stop him. with an affectionate sigh, you take it from him, placing it back in its original spot.

“fine,” you say with a smile. “if you insist then would you mind putting the ice packs in the fridge? isagi’s ankle was messing up earlier and chigiri came in for his knee again.”

the white-haired hums before obeying, his footsteps that shuffled along the floor telling you know that he is carrying out his duties that you’ve assigned for him. the way his tracksuit makes a noise every time he walks is distracting, but you can’t help but think how much nagi reminds you of a penguin. the adorableness of it all might just kill you.

if only the internet and ‘#nagi seishiro’ tags knew just how much of a teddy bear that 6’3, legendary prodigy, nagi seishiro was, and how you had to massage him almost everyday after training sessions otherwise he’d come to practise the next day with the resolve of a five year old.

being a junior physiotherapist for the blue lock team, you only took care of a few blue lock athletes as your clients since the team was divided between you and a senior physio. nagi wasn’t one of your assigned athletes, however when you first came to the job, he would come during almost closing times (when you had no one booked) and ask for a massage, even if he had his own physiotherapist to request that of. however, nagi seemed to always have some sore muscle because his demands for a massage became a daily recurrence.

you just hope whatever is wrong with him gets sorted out soon.

sure athletes are meant to work hard and use their bodies in the field but physio massages were to assist with injuries by minimising the risk of them, fixing the alignment, or help extend any limited range of movement.

whatever. now’s not the time to think too hard about it because you’re about to go on a date with nagi seishiro.

after cleaning up your space so you could prepare to take care of more athletes tomorrow, nagi is sauntering over to you once more. this time, he drapes himself all over you, causing you to stumble a little from how heavy he is. you pray to whoever’s listening that he can’t feel or hear the way your heart races in your chest, threatening to climb up your throat and jump into his hands.

“tired, nagi?” you question, words muffled against his shoulder as you bring your hands to soothingly pat his back.

“yeah,” whines the white-haired. the smile that creeps onto your face is one full of adoration for the man slung over you. “let me take you out.”

“where to?”

“a night market? it’ll be fun.”

“sure.”

at your confirmation, he separates from you with an excited glimmer in his eyes,

after grabbing your bags and setting out, you’re violently flooded by dozens of paparazzi and interviewers who are click their cameras in hopes of catching blue lock’s soccer player who has taken the world by storm. it’s a little overwhelming, but when nagi covers you from the reporters with his arm which had his tracksuit jacket draped over it, you’re thankful for his thoughtfulness, especially when you’re relying on his grip around your waist to pull you in the right direction.

the crowd is shouting a flurry of things, nothing that you can make out amongst the mess of your mind, your heart, and your ears.

it’s not until you decipher someone shouting something about dating rumours with a japanese pop singer, that you piece together his intentions; a loud wakeup call to the reality of your ‘situation’ with nagi.

the possibility that nagi was using this ‘relationship’ for media coverage and acknowledgement was very likely, especially with his recent growth in popularity and social media following- it would be understandable if he wanted to prolong his moment in the spotlight by entering beneficial relationships.

except typically, celebrities would do it with other celebrities.

so what’s the appeal behind using you?

a funny feeling brews in your gut, one that clawed at your chest with a series of disappointment, anxiety, and dismay. it was unbelievable that someone as hot, both literally and figuratively, as nagi would be interested in you; a junior physiotherapist fresh out of university, but you had hoped. his abruptness today and the whole ‘we should date’ ordeal was to dispel the media from his back, not bred from any genuine feelings.

if this was the only chance you got to stand beside nagi and have him hold you like this, so protectively against him, then you were going to take it until fate deemed it over and pulled you away from him itself.

you were young and simply put, nagi could provide the companionship you were looking for.

fortunately, the press left him alone at the parking lot where security guards were standing, two in the booth and one purchased near the gate. you give them a shy greeting and they return it with a bow.

“sorry about that,” nagi mutters, not looking at you even when you turn your head to stare up at him. “i wasn’t expecting paparazzi to be right outside, they’re such a pain.”

“it’s okay, if anything i owe you a thank you for covering me from them,” you huff, stuffing your hands into your pockets, mind still a little frazzled over the memory of how protective nagi was over you. “stuff like this happens when you’re famous, mr soccer hotshot.”

he rubs his neck, looking to the side as his next words tumble out of his mouth: “does that impress you?”

“why wouldn’t it?”

you try not to think too hard about the blush that manifests on his face, pinning it on the colder weather and frostbite rather than your words.

“so… where’s this night market? i didn’t know tokyo had many night markets.”

“just in shibuya.”

“won’t it be busy?”

“yeah,” he shrugs before adding as an afterthought: “does that bother you?”

“no not at all, i just thought you hated big crowds and busy places.”

“‘s won’t be so bad with you there.”

for someone who prefers to keep quiet majority of the time, nagi sure does have a silver tongue. this is probably the third time in the past half an hour that he’s made your stomach flip, and you can’t help but question his intentions. if he was trying to make you actually fall for him to make your relationship look more legitimate then he’d be disappointed to know that you already had, way before he approached you today.

he agrees to drive the way since one: it was easier and two: you could avoid the paparazzi that way.

upon arrival, you’re glad to see that there aren’t too many people in the crowd. since it was a weekday, students would be participating in extra curriculars and businessmen would be only just finishing work. the majority of the people here were older with a few couples here and there.

“oh, they have lemon tea,” nagi mutters, grabbing your hand before unceremoniously dragging you to the stand. his excitement was endearing, especially when all 6’3 of him approaches the lemon tea stand, needing to bend down in order to be seen by the elderly stand owner. a flash of surprise crosses the maker’s face as he makes eye contact with the white-haired.

“two lemon teas please,” requests the soccer player, using his hands to gesture ‘two’ as he fishes out the appropriate amount of money.

“hey, you’re that soccer player, nagi! you scored an awesome goal the other day. mind if i get a picture?” the owner’s gruff voice requests, a cheery smile making its way onto his face.

“oh. sure.”

you take the picture for them, counting down ‘3, 2, 1’ as nagi gives the camera a peace sign and the owner has a wide, bright smile on his face; so bright that you couldn’t help grinning as well. “i’m putting this on my store front. now you want two lemon teas?”

“coming right up!”

“did you just buy me a lemon tea without asking?” you question, a smile appearing on your features as you glance up at your companion.

he meets your eyes, “yeah, ‘s there something wrong with that?”

“no, not at all. i wouldn’t mind some lemon tea right now. i’ll pay you back.”

“don’t worry about that,” nagi cuts you off before you can even reach for your wallet. “everything’s on me.”

“but-”

“-it’s on me.”

the stand owner is handing over two iced cups of lemon before you can continue bickering and nagi hands one over to you with a wordless expression and you’re compelled to take it, though reluctantly.

“are you two a couple?” the owner asks.

nagi nods, “yeah, we are.”

“ah! no wonder. you two look amazing together, you bagged a real gem,” he says to nagi, pointing at you. you laugh it off, flattered.

“i know i did. thanks for the tea, sir.”

“thank you!” you call out to the owner before being dragged away by nagi again, careful not to spill your drink from how much vigour was in his steps. for his one stride, you had to take two.

after going from store to store and blindly following nagi who led the way with his stomach, you’re eventually brought to a less busy, picnic-like area where there were various benches for you to sit on. it was away from the busyness of the main street, but still had lanterns hung around the premise, combating the darkness of the early sunset during colder months.

you take a seat beside him whilst he sets down the variety of food he bought from the merchants, not trying to think too much about the way nagi presses himself closely against you.

“oh, one of my games had a character drop an hour ago,” he absentmindedly comments, opening his phone for the first time since being with you. you catch a glimpse of his dim phone screen, seeing the notification banner from the game he was referring to.

“that’s cool,” you mutter, unsure of what else to say as you take a bite into the red bean taiyaki.

“yeah, he’s a cracked character. been wanting him forever.”

“are you gonna pull? i wanna see him.”

“really?”

when you give him the nod of affirmation, nagi opens the game whilst you continue eating, gentle anticipation hanging in the air as well as a comfortable silence. it doesn’t take long before he’s purchasing special event tokens, going to the special character screen and pressing the ‘draw x10’ option. you peer over his shoulder, trying to resist the urge to rest your chin on it.

you’re snapped out of your reverie when nagi emits a small gasp. “no way.”

“what?” you ask, watching the way his screen lights up in gold which signalled a successful draw. he looks up at you, eyes wide and mouth partially parted. “did you get him?”

“yeah, on the first go,” he says in wonder, a dazed look in his eyes. “that’s never happened before.”

“no way! you’re so lucky!”

nagi’s face erupts into a small smile, and you’re caught off guard all of a sudden when his hands snake around your waist, pulling you up to sit on his lap. the new proximity and abruptness of it all causes your mind to stop for a second, shutting off as nagi peers up at you with stars in his eyes. you want to hide, but his grip around you is too tight, pulling you in to him.

this feels criminal.

“nah, i just think you’re my lucky charm.”

a quiet squeak of ‘is that so?’ is all you can reply with before looking away, trying to distract your rampant thoughts, hoping that the cool breeze will calm the heat creeping up to your face. “so,” you begin, trying to recover yourself from embarrassment. “can i see your characters? all of them?”

“all of them?” nagi repeats and you miss the small look of bliss on his expression.

“yeah.”

“i showed them to you the other week.”

“okay, well show me this new character then.”

“as you wish.”

he talks you through the characters and their tutorials, showing you their special combos and ultimate moves, all whilst you have to feed him the variety of foods he bought whilst dragging you around like a dog and its owner. as he munches on the takoyaki, kebabs, and sweet potato, you realise just how bottomless nagi’s stomach was and the way he hums in satisfaction after each bite was very adorable.

the night fades into a nice memory of laughter, emptied food boxes, and easy conversation. somehow nagi has manoeuvred himself so that his head was now in your lap, snowy hair spread so invitingly as you resist the urge to run your hands through it, wanting to respect any boundaries of his.

every so often you have to remind yourself that this wasn’t real.

reality hits you once more the following morning when you check social media just to see ‘#nagi seishiro’ trending all over again, all talking about the paparazzi photos that were taken yesterday. taking a glimpse for yourself, you hate the way your gut sinks, especially as articles with the title ‘nagi seishiro with a new lover?’ shine in your face.

it only solidifies your speculations about this (fake?) relationship, and despite coming to accept it, growing resentment poisons your system, rendering you incapable and bitter as you let your breakfast grow cold.

at least nagi correctly covered you with his jacket, your face is completely obstructed, only your body is revealed. you thank your lucky stars that you decided to not wear your ‘blue lock’ staff clothes that morning and just opted for your own athletic wear, that way your identity could be hidden at least just a little.

a message from reo captures your attention and you click on it immediately.

reo: is that you with nagi?

you: yeah!

reo: about fucking time. got sick of you two never doing anything.

you: haha 😐thanks reo 😐

reo: did he take you to the night market last night?

you: yeah! it was fun :)

reo: that’s good, nagi’s been waiting forever.

reo: don’t break his heart

you scoff at the irony of reo’s last text, typing something noncommittal before throwing your phone else where.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the whole team practically knows about you and nagi when you return to work the following monday and the second you enter the building, you’re swarmed by the friendly faces of bachira, isagi, and chigiri, who are seemingly holding a tired nagi hostage. quite an amusing sight. three people, who are roughly a head shorter than the white-haired, restraining a lethargic 6’3 athlete with their bodies.

“are you really dating nagi?” isagi begins before you could even fit in a ‘hello’.

“uh… yeah?” you sound unsure; because you are. a fake relationship is still a relationship, it’s just that one party is more infatuated with the other.

“damn. i didn’t think it was real,” mutters chigiri. “are you sure? he’s not like… paying you to do this, right? you like like him?”

“yes?” you exclaim, a little overwhelmed. “i’m not getting any monetary returns even though i wish i did.” nagi narrows his eyes at you, you poke out your tongue. “please, no more questions, it’s way too early for this.”

“you don’t know how long we’ve been waiting for nagi to ask you out, y/n. even we placed money on him,” reveals isagi but before you could say anything in response, bachira cuts in, practically skipping up to the white-haired.

“finally grew some balls and asked, good job bro!” bachira sings, patting nagi on the back with a violet slap before disappearing.

“see you at practice, nagi!”

the three athletes disappear and you finally exhale after holding in a breath for what felt like ages. what an animated way to start the day.

you hold your breath again when nagi approaches to stop in front of you, a singular coffee cup in his hand; one that he holds out to you.

“good morning, nagi,” you greet.

“hey, i got you coffee.” instinctively, you take the cup from him, immediately warmed up by the heat emanating from it. “i hope it’s still warm. i’ve been waiting for you for a while.”

“you were waiting for me?”

“yeah. wanted to see you before going to training. makes my day less of a bother.”

you smile into your cup, trying to hide the effect that nagi has on you. you were so stupid for him it was insane.

“i’m sorry for making you wait, the trains were a little delayed this morning,” you confess, “but thank you. you’re very thoughtful, nagi.”

his face contorts into an ugly expression, a display of his feelings that are quickly quelled by the feeling of your cold hand grabbing his warm ones. “you take public transport to work?”

“i don’t want to pay for parking and everything. it’s not all bad, i get lovely views and a wake up call every morning.”

the white-haired athlete makes a face of contemplation briefly. “let me pick you up from now on.”

“no, it’s fine. i don’t want to be more of a hassle. i know how much you hate waking up to even just come to work so-”

“-i want to.”

your heart flutters at his insistence and all you can mutter out is a feeble ‘ok’ before slipping your hand out of his. you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to get used to the way nagi seishiro so effortlessly warms your insides; to the point that it becomes an unrecognisable pool of putty.

after a moment, you regain your senses. “you should be going off to practise. don’t make ego mad before the day even starts.”

he groans, “won’t you come and watch? i’ll feel a little better if you’re there.”

“i have my own work to get to but i don’t have many checkups today so if i can, i will.”

“i suppose that’s good enough,” mutters nagi before pulling you in for a loose hug, arms wounding around your waist, breathing you in before stepping back, as if rejuvenated by your touch and presence alone.

“work hard, nagi.”

you go your separate ways, him to the field and you to your office where various coworkers resided.

after a morning of answering emails, going to meetings and consulting the results from various body screenings, you finally have a chunk of time around 11:45 am to go and watch practice. as soon as you entered the training grounds, you’re a little stunned and impressed to see that they were all doing shooting drills, landing them perfectly with no effort, the harsh sound of shoe slapping against leather ringing throughout the area.

nagi notices you almost immediately, his eyes lighting up a little when you shoot him a small wave before wandering into the bleachers, taking a seat in a second row.

you continue watching, straightening up in your seat whenever it’s nagi’s turn, waiting to watch the genius at work. the results are no less than impressive every time but you have to pretend like you weren’t at all marvelling at him whenever he turns around and looks at you expectantly.

15 minutes later, ego calls for an hour lunch break, allowing the players to break off to do whatever their heart desires. the first thing nagi does is walk over to where you sit in the stands, leaning over the first row of chairs to reach you.

“why hello there, soccer sensation,” you greet and he gives you a lazy smile.

“hi.”

“you going to go for lunch?”

“yeah. have you had something to eat yet or do you wanna grab a bite together?”

“i brought cup noodles but i don’t mind. don’t you want to go with your friends?”

“you’re better.”

“please shut up, that’s so cringe,” you murmur with an undeniable grin, one that causes his gaze to soften as well. “let’s get lunch together then.”

“let me get dressed,” the athlete says, about to run off when you abruptly stop him, causing him to turn around suddenly, his hair whipping around with his actions. “what’s up?”

beckoning him over, he returns to where he stood before and you take out a hair tie, one that you store in your pockets all the time just in case. “does your hair not bother you when you practise?” you silently ask for permission, hand merely hovering near his head until you realise that he was okay with the contact. “it’s getting all in your face, even i was annoyed when watching you.”

gently, you run your hands through his hair and despite the sweat on his forehead, it’s still soft and fluffy. goodness you could play with it forever.

then, you gather nagi’s front bangs, bringing them together to resemble a unicorn horn, tying it with your hairband. when you part from your work, you’re pleasantly surprised that it holds but you suppress a giggle because of how ridiculous he looks, paired with that dazed look in his eyes, you never thought you’d see nagi like this.

when you reach to tug your hairband out of his hair, he waves you off, taking the updo out himself.

“can i keep the hairband?” he pleads and you quirk an eyebrow.

“it’s just a hairband,” you say.

“so you won’t miss it right?”

“no, i won’t-”

“-okay, epic,” he mumbles before putting the hair tie around his wrist and a part of you swells with pride at the sight; a feeling that you try to shove down with little success. “can i get changed now?”

“yes, go.”

whilst you watch the white-haired disappear from your vision, you can’t help but wonder how you got yourself into this situation with such a weirdo. still, you adore said weirdo and this was no one’s fault but your own.

nagi wears the hair tie for the remainder of the day.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

roughly two months or so pass by and the days become a blur, especially since training is becoming more rigorous for the team due to the preparations for their spring soccer season. your schedule is piled day by day with athletes coming for their regular checkups and consultations, leaving you drained as soon as the work day is over.

nagi, your loving ‘partner’ notices this because he always likes to stick around after hours and bother you for a massage. he always insists that you do it because it’s like an immediate ‘full heal’ but you just think that he’s too lazy to book a professional masseuse and that you’re the next best thing.

whatever. at least he’s cute.

“i hardly see you nowadays,” he mutters, voice muffled by the leather bed of your workspace.

you gather a little more lotion on your hands, spreading it along his calves before pressing your thumbs into his muscles, trying to identify where any tight spots might be. “i’m sorry, i don’t have much time nowadays. appointments with you guys go all the way til six, and i don’t get home until 6:30. then i’m practically out like a light.”

he hums in torment and in consideration, tensing his shoulders a little as a natural response to the pain in his legs. “well, tomorrow’s a saturday. can i take you out?”

“i don’t know, some athletes may sporadically come and bother me to get a massage so i’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

“be serious.”

“i am free tomorrow.”

“sick. keep it that way.”

“even if athletes bother me for a much-needed massage in order to perform at their best?”

he huffs something in response before flopping his face back down on the leather bed, the (seemingly invincible) knots in his calves taking too much of your attention for you to think too hard about tomorrow’s date with nagi.

he’s still wearing your hair tie around his wrist.

true to his word, nagi picks you up the next day at 3pm for your date since he insisted that was the earliest he would be ready by (meaning, it’s the earliest he can wake up). when you meet him, you’re a little stunned by the amount of disguises he’s wearing. sunglasses, beanie, and a face mask, you’re not sure whether he’s going to attract more attention or blend in.

also, when you’re 6’3 it’s hard to avoid eyes.

“hey, i’m supposed to meet someone called nagi, he’s got white hair, grey eyes, 190 cm, have you seen him?” you ask as soon as you approach the soccer player. he sighs through his mask when you erupt into a fit of laughter. “i’m just kidding.”

nagi brings down his mask to sit below his chin. “your boyfriend is right here,” he corrects, voice demanding and authoritative, sending shivers down your spine.

“so he is,” you mumble, stepping closer to engulf him in a hug. he wraps his arms around you in return and you contentedly sigh when he pulls you into the comfortable, expensive material of his hoodie. “what’s with the disguise?”

“i don’t want anyone to ruin our day out so i’m wearing this.”

“ever so thoughtful aren’t you?”

when you take a step back, nagi’s careful to not let you stray too far which is indicated through the protective arm he keeps around your shoulders.

“should we get going?”

“yeah.”

the white-haired laces your hands with his, his grip gentle yet committed to keeping you near him as you stroll down the warming streets of tokyo.

“it’s finally spring,” nagi comments offhandedly, causing you shift your gaze towards him. you’re surprised that he was initiating conversation, majority of the time it was you doing the rambling and him partaking in the listening. “the cold weather was getting bothersome. hated going to practise all freezing, makes warmup so hard.”

“i like the cold weather,” you say. “it’s easier to dress for winter than it is for summer.”

“that is true.”

“do you like spring?”

“yeah, ‘s my favourite season.”

you didn’t think someone like nagi would bother too much with having a favourite season. “why’s that?”

“it’s a good season for napping and staying inside. i like that i don’t have to do much nor think about much.”

such a nagi response. you admire how stubborn he sticks to his ideals and general philosophy, it’s a comforting quality and aspect to have.

“plus it’s your birthday season,” you add.

he looks at you with a gentle smile before repeating: “it’s my birthday season.”

nagi takes you to a park where the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, its petals decorating the scenery and ground, creating a dainty, lovely carpet of pink and beauty. however, the main attraction of the date isn’t the scenery of the park but rather, the lake where several pedal boats float on the water; some occupied, some vacant.

the soccer player shows the attendant his purchased tickets, getting them scanned before you’re led to get on one of the boats.

“so… are you liking the date?” nagi asks when you’re out far enough from the dock so that no one can hear you. here, he takes off his mask, tucking it into his pocket.

“i am, i’ve been wanting to ride one of these boats for a long time but i’ve just never found the time,” you confess. “i’m glad that it’s with you. thanks, nagi.”

he looks away, an obvious pink tint appearing on his cheeks as he rubs his neck in embarrassment. “it’s okay, i s’pose.”

“you’re so cute,” you say whilst raising one hand to drag through his hair.

“stop,” he whines but not brushing you off or pulling away, instead, he leans into your touch.

a few minutes of silence pass by before nagi speaks up again, retreating back into his personal space as he fishes for something in his hoodie pocket. he pulls out a long velvet box, handing it over for you to take which you do with a little hesitation.

“i wanted to give you something to mark two months,” he tells you and you feel your heart drop.

“wait what? two months? i didn’t know we were celebrating that!” (because you spend too much time fretting over the day he’d tell you that he wants to break up, not needing this fake relationship anymore.) “i didn’t get you anything, i feel terrible now-”

“-it’s not a big deal, i just wanted to give you something.”

“nagi i can’t accept this, this is too good-”

“-i insist.”

“but i don’t have anything for you-”

in the blink of an eye his hands are clasped tightly around yours, his face incredibly close to yours that you’re stupefied into silence. “i. insist.”

you stare at him for another three seconds before relenting, opening the velvet box with the utmost care in fear that you might drop it in the water; a horrifying thought.

a gasp of delight slips out of your mouth when you see an emerald necklace beaming brightly in your face. it’s in the shape of a pendant, encrusted around a halo plate with gold surrounding it, and from the looks of it, it couldn’t have been cheap.

looking back up at him to express the disbelief you feel, you’re silenced by the gentle look in his eyes, one that shines with adoration and devotion.

“it’s beautiful,” you whisper, unable to talk much louder in fear that it’ll cause the emerald to shatter in your hand. “you shouldn’t have.”

“i wanted to because i really like you. stop worrying.”

you exhale deeply, a little flustered and caught off guard by how candid he was. this feels suspiciously real.

“where did you learn to be so romantic?” you quiz, using humour to narrow how awkward you felt.

“shoujos,” he answers shamelessly.

“ah.” makes sense as to why he makes you feel like you’re in one. “can you help me put the necklace on?”

the white-haired shines with glee, features brightening for a second. “y-yeah, of course.”

“thank you.”

when he grasps the jewellery in his hold you turn around to expose the back of your neck to him, practically holding your breath when you feel his warm fingers brush against your skin, his touch barely there yet still prominent enough to blaze trials of fire where he caresses.

“how do i look?” you ask, turning back around.

“beautiful,” he says, no louder than a whisper.

eventually the boat ride comes to an end and you return back to the dock. a lingering feeling of bliss and giddiness resonates in your chest, evident in the undeniable grin plastered on your face whilst you walk through the park; this time with a pretty gemstone adorning your neck.

“nagi, look!” you exclaim, gesturing over to a company-branded photo booth that had set itself up in the middle of the park. there were various people lining up for one and judging by the pleased squeals from groups of students, it would be a nice memory to keep for today. “should we take one?”

“sure,” he shrugs, letting you drag him to hop in the queue which was going much faster than you anticipated.

when it’s your turn, there’s hardly any time to discuss poses when the cameraman clicks the countdown button so unexpectedly. you reflexively hug nagi whilst smiling and he just gives a simple peace sign. he then stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you to place his head atop yours. finally, he bends down to kiss your cheek, rendering you completely mentally inable as you default a pose, not entirely too sure which one whilst you wait for the countdown and the camera flash.

“you guys are so cute!” the photographer exclaims, handing your photobooth strips already. even then you hadn’t regained your senses, relying on nagi to guide you with his hand on the small of your back.

glancing down at the photo strip, you’re stunned into speechlessness at the last photo. you can still remember the feeling of his lips on your cheek, specks of his warmth lingering on your skin whilst you continue trying to register what just happened.

you might explode or something.

“cute,” nagi mumbles whilst putting the photo strip into his wallet, pulling you in by the waist to stand closer to him, whispering in your ear. “i still have one place i want to take you.”

“do you?” you squeak, earning you a nod as he leads you through the park, coming to a stop when you enter a somewhat secluded section that had a sign labelled ‘private picnic rooms’ with various price ranges according to the number of people.

once again, he claims to have a reservation and you’re led by an attendant towards a specific area that had a table scattered with plates of snacks and various decorations. the vibe of the room was incredible with tatami mats, a floor to ceiling glass window that outlook the cherry blossoms, and if you tried hard enough, you could hear a stream running.

“you… really outdid yourself,” you murmur, wandering over to one side of the table, expecting him to sit on the other. instead, he takes the spot right beside you.

you’re not too sure if this layout is how the establishment intended it to be but it is now.

“so you like it?”

“i do. i love everything you’ve done today, you’re too good for me.”

“not true,” he grumbles, too quiet for you to address it further but loud enough for you to hear.

your relationship doesn’t make any sense to you. why is nagi trying so hard to impress you when this relationship was just for beneficial gain? what does he get from booking a pedal boat ride, buying you a (clearly expensive) emerald necklace, then taking you to have a private picnic?

picking up a piece of halved mochi with the provided fork, you give the first bite to nagi who is more than happy to oblige, chewing on it with a satisfied expression.

he’s so cute, you could pinch him.

your eyes then flit over to the decorations on the table, reaching over to the branch of cherry blossoms in a vase before you could think, ripping off one of the sticks with the bloomed flower and putting it in nagi’s hair and behind his ears. his adorableness just tripled.

“aww you look really cute with pink!”

“ya think so?”

“yeah! you’re so pretty nagi,” you reach over to fiddle with the flower, not registering how close you’d gotten to him until you feel his breath fan across your face.

then you comprehend it, frozen in place for a second as you study nagi’s beauty from an angle you hadn’t before. how his snowy hair fanned perfectly over his forehead, the way the light bounced in the reflection of his eyes, and the imperfections that littered across his skin all contributed towards making the pretty being that was nagi seishiro.

he leans in. you freak out, instinctively turning your head.

your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel nagi’s lips brush against the corners of your mouth, lingering there for a moment before parting and the look of hurt that flashes across his face hurts your soul.

did you do the right thing? you thought you did- you know nagi isn’t into you the way you are into him. this relationship was made for media attraction, for him to gain more seconds of fame, so why does he keep acting like you two are real? why does he keep protecting your identity from the internet, why did he wear a disguise when meeting you when he would have wanted to boast that he was taken, why does he want to kiss you?

why does he look so hurt when he didn’t?

this was all so confusing.

tension lingers in the air for the rest of the date. you try to compensate for it by being a little more affectionate, giving in to your desires of openly loving him for the day. nagi’s satisfied.

you don’t notice how the cherry blossom fell from his ear.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

you won’t find answers to your questions for a long time. in fact, the amount of questions you had quadrupled one night when you had spent the day at nagi’s apartment after work one day to watch a tv show that was on his ‘to-watch’ list.

“stay the night?” asks nagi, resting his head on your shoulder to give you his best puppy-dog eyes. you will yourself to not look at him by keeping your gaze firm on the television screen.

“oh this episode sounds good. maybe we can watch this then i’ll get going,” you mutter whilst fiddling with the remote, dutifully ignoring his pleads and the way he tugs at you; something that does not resonate well with him.

“oi. don’t ignore me.”

with a rough exhale, you finally turn towards him. “i can’t.”

“why not? we don’t have work tomorrow.”

“i know but i just feel bad to bother you and take up your space.”

“you’re not botherin’ me. there’s so much space here, it feels empty without you.”

“nagi-”

“-won’t you call me seishiro? or something more romantic?”

the relationship shifts with his very words and you feel the genuine desperation that bleeds from nagi through his tone. when you look him in the eye, part of you shines with hope that maybe your relationship was real and not bred for media benefit.

in this moment of weakness, you let the top of your walls crumble.

“okay, seishiro.”

he beams. a smile so pure that you shatter like glass in his hands. “yay.”

you then find yourself underneath him as he lays his entire body weight over you, pressing you into the comfortable cushions of his couch as his hands delicately run up and down your waist. paralysed with confusion at the amount of love he pours into his touch, you keep forgetting that the higher you climb, the harder the inevitable fall will be.

“stay the night, please?”

how could you say no when he was asking so nicely? “okay, seishiro.”

“yay.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“hey seishiro, are you ready?” you ask, fiddling with your rings as you round the corner of your living room where your oversized boyfriend is lounging across the couch whilst you got ready (boyfriend still feels weird to say even if he has zero problems with addressing himself by that title).

“yeah. let’s go-” he grumbles, cutting himself off when he glances over at you, eyes widening. “-whoa.”

heat rushes to your cheeks whilst nagi continues to shamelessly marvel at you, slowly standing up to cross the distance between you, his hands naturally hovering to hold your hips when he’s close enough. his gaze lingers even longer on the emerald necklace that sits between your collarbones. “like what you see?”

he stays silent for a second, leaving you to anticipate his answer. “we don’t have to go to isagi’s,” he mumbles. “how do we feel about staying in?”

“don’t. your best friend is hosting this party, can’t you at least show up for him?”

the white-haired sulks. “but you look so good. why should i celebrate that shortie instead of you?”

you push his face away, jokingly fed up with your boyfriend’s lazy attitude. “isagi is also my friend and i want to celebrate with him, just for an hour or two and then we can leave. deal?”

“fine.”

twenty minutes later, you arrive at isagi’s place where a good amount of his closest friends had gathered, showing up far earlier than you and nagi did.

truthfully, you were looking forward to isagi’s party since he was not throwing a massive rave where everyone was invited- those always ended up to be more unfortunate than fun in your opinion, and that wouldn’t exactly cater to his shy and sensible character. tonight was a gathering for his friends to hangout and celebrate. some you recognise from the team, some of them must be from high school or elsewhere.

bachira’s cheery face is the first one you see upon arrival, his smile wide as he practically bounces off the walls in excitement and you already begin to wonder just how many desserts and sweets he’s had upon arrival.

“hey it’s the couple of the century!” he exclaims with a wink. nagi keens at bachira’s compliment, all proud and boastful as his hand creeps up to hold your hip protectively. “lookin’ good as always!”

“yo, where’s isagi?” the white haired questions.

“around, i’ll take you to him c’mon!”

the two soccer players are off before you can even count to three, nagi and bachira disappearing into the crowd as the hyperactive boy drags your 190 cm of a boyfriend through the crowd. well, at least he took the gift you both bought with him, but now you feel a little alone and very awkward.

walking around the hallways of isagi’s, you feel a little out of place since most of them seemed to be high school friends. it’s not until you reached the kitchen that you sigh in relief, met with the familiar, friendly faces of chigiri and reo who see you first.

“hey!” the red-haired calls out, waving at you as you walk over to them. “it’s good to see you, y/n, how are you?”

“hey chigiri, hey reo, i’m good! i just arrived but this seems like a cool gathering. isagi’s really outdone himself,” you greet.

“yeah he did. good way to unwind before the soccer season gets too crazy,” reo chips in. “nice outfit by the way, you served!”

“oh shut up, you look amazing yourself. you too chigiri.”

“so… where’s nagi?” the purple-haired asks, checking his phone to see if he had received any texts from his best friend. “didn’t he come with you?”

“yeah but bachira dragged him to go talk to isagi as soon as i arrived. you know how he is.”

after a few more minutes of talking with the two, you finally pause the conversation out of concern about nagi’s whereabouts might be. you thought he’d come and find you after a while but guess you’ll search for him first.

informing the pair first before breaking away, you wander into the rooms where bachira pulled nagi into, blindly hoping that they’ll be in there. to your chagrin, there were only a few unfamiliar faces spread along the couches, discussing something with a drink in their hand. you ignore the sight of otoya and one of isagi’s friends sitting too close for comfort.

when you walk into the next room, you stop in your tracks at the sight in front of you: nagi leaning against the wall with a stranger who clearly has no distinction of personal space, their hand resting on his chest. your heart plunges the bottom of your stomach as distraught settles within you because of the scene unfolding in front of you, chest churning with a distant ache that you can’t put your finger on.

then he looks over at you.

the instinct to turn around and run overpowers any rational judgement, especially when a flurry of emotions begin to well up inside you, causing you to sink further and further in an ocean of doubt and fear.

you had no right to be jealous, not over nagi because you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, he’s not really yours and it’s moment like these that truly humble you into remembering. you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, you’re just his-

“-where are you going?” comes an indifferent voice from behind you. all anxiety floods out of you like a broken dam. a warm, large hand tugs on your wrist and even if he had not spoke, you’d know from touch alone that it was nagi behind you. the multitude of times that he’s spent holding you, intertwining his hand with yours, and cherishing you has forced you to brand him into your memory.

you are his. even if it is not mutual, you would be his until he stomps the fire out.

“i-i thought i was interrupting something,” you stammer, looking into at nagi’s doe eyes.

“you didn’t. actually, you made it better by coming,” he says before wrapping his arms around your torso. “that person wouldn’t leave me alone, such a pain. tried to say i was taken too, so glad you came.”

you return the hug, trusting his words. “glad i came too.”

nagi pulls you out of the water.

“can we leave yet? i don’t wanna be here anymore.”

“just a little longer. i haven’t even seen isagi yet. plus, we should dance.”

he gives you a quick look up and down before nodding in agreement. you smack his shoulder.

you manage to locate isagi rather quickly. he was near the food bar where refreshments and various desserts and snacks laid so after greeting him, wishing him ‘happy birthday’, and chatting with him for approximately five minutes before nagi started getting bitchy, you’re pulled into the dance floor by the white-haired. he said that they were playing a good song when you asked why he was being so impatient.

with a laugh, you give in.

nagi doesn’t really know how to dance but you can’t help but be a little entertained, deciding to end his awkwardness when you grab his hands and lead him through some moves, singing along to the song with each other. it ends with your arms around his neck and his around your waist (again) when a slower song plays.

hiding your face in his chest, you breathe in the subtle aroma of his cologne that you urged him to put on earlier. when he gently prompts you to look up at him with a hand gently pulling on your hair, your breath gets caught in your throat at the close proximity as nagi stares at your lips, glancing up to meet your eyes again before leaning in.

this time you don’t feel as cruel, bracing yourself for the first sip of water after crossing the desert, for the final puzzle piece clicking into place, for the feeling of his lips slotting against yours; for the feeling of completion.

instantly you relax at the sensation, melting into his embrace as you hold onto him a little tighter, wanting more. you want to take as much of him as he’ll allow and even then, you’ll cherish every last part.

you want him the same way the ocean longs for the moon.

parting from him makes you feel empty. the lidded look he gives you is full of temptation and… love?

snapping out of your reverie, you step away from him, using his dazed state to create some distance between the two of you as you come to your senses. senses that scream at you for possibly ruining… this.

you hate that you keep running away from him, leaving him in the dust of the mess that are your feelings. it’s immature, irrational, and downright childish, really it is, but how else can you stop the way you’re about to burst at the seams? how can you stop yourself from devoting yourself fully to nagi seishiro if you don’t forcefully screw the lid over your emotions?

for the second time tonight, the white-haired chases after you because there was never another option. he despises being away from you and despises it even more when it’s him you’re running away from, wanting nothing more than to be by your side at all times.

for the second time tonight, he grabs your wrist but now, he leads you through isagi’s house, weaving through a series of well-kept and simply decorated rooms to finally arrive at a balcony. one that was untouched by the party goers.

“why do you keep doing this?” he asks, pleading for an answer as desperation laces his voice and eyes. “why do you keep running away?”

you’re stunned. he’s hurt by your carelessness and the way you constantly recoil from him as if he was electric, his powerful figure slouching, all his quiet confidence and stubbornness seeping out of him, running to pool at your feet.

“am i doing something wrong? i thought you liked me.”

“i-i’m confused,” you stammer stupidly.

he grows even more perplexed. “you’re confused? i’m even more confused! one second i think you like me then the next, you’re trying to avoid me. why do you keep doing this? i really really like you, y/n. but it doesn’t feel like you like me at all sometimes.”

“no!” you blurt out. “it’s not like that! i do like you, a lot, in fact i might even… love you? it’s just…”

as you try to recap the timeline of your relationship in the past few months, you find yourself at a loss for words as you truly realise the multitude of your stupidity. you might slap yourself in the face.

this entire time, nagi has liked you- genuinely liked you for who you are yet you’ve been denying the love he has been trying to share with you since you internalised it all to be a sham. that someone like nagi seishiro couldn’t want you in the same way you wanted him. you’ve been hurting him this entire time and you don’t know how to begin explaining why.

well… no other option than with one word at a time.

you go to grab both his hands, inhaling. “i didn’t think we got together based on genuine feelings.”

he recoils, eyebrows and nose scrunching.

“i thought you were using me to- i don’t know, trend on the internet by teasing everyone with some sort of secret relationship which sounds so stupid, i know, but i just couldn’t believe that you would want me for me,” you ramble, only stopping to breathe. “these few months have been amazing but i lowkey thought you were going to break up with me and say something like ‘surprise! i’ve never liked you’ before leaving me. i don’t deserve someone like you and-”

“what?”

you shut up.

“you thought you don’t deserve me? that’s the biggest lie i’ve ever heard. you’re perfect. i was the one that got lucky.”

“lucky? you? really?”

“yeah,” he breathes. “you’re like a gift sent by fate.”

that renders you speechless for a little. there’s more to say, you know there is because of the pregnant silence that lingers around the two of you for a little but maybe that’s for another time.

are you dreaming? this feels surreal. maybe you’ll start floating too.

“also, why would i want to trend for any other reason but soccer?”

“i don’t know! you asked me out really abruptly- i’ve never been asked out like that before! talk about confusing. and the paparazzi was waiting for us after too like, what was i supposed to think!”

“i see.”

“yeah.”

more silence.

“so… you love me?” nagi asks and you groan, removing your hands from his to cover your face from embarrassment.

“i guess i do,” you grumble.

“hey, don’t hide from me,” the white-haired says before grabbing your wrists to lower them from your face. “i love you too.”

“really?”

“yeah.”

“that’s cool.”

“it is.”

you do both of you a favour by kissing him fervently.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“sei, shouldn’t you be getting ready for the match or whatever it is you athletes do?” you ask when nagi’s mop of white hair peaks up from behind the door to your physio office.

he steps out from behind the doorframe, crossing the distance to get to you. he’s sporting his blue lock tracksuit with his hands dug into his pocket and you’re a little envious of how comfortable he looks. “i was until i realised you weren’t there. i was waiting for you to show up.”

“well i don’t really have to be there early. i just get there around 20 or so minutes earlier.”

“i see.”

“why, did you want me there or something?” you ask with a cheeky eyebrow raise, poking him in his sides causing him to recoil a little from your touch.

“why else would i walk all this way?”

“a stunning 50 metres- i’m so sorry for your perilous journey,” you comment, placing a kiss on his cheek before walking away from him to set up your box of medical supplies including kinesio tapes, bandages, and cold spray. he slumps down on the waiting couch near the entrance.

your role as blue lock’s official therapist meant that you had to be on standby for the team at all time during official matches. even though you aren’t their nurse, you still bring first aid things like ice packs to minimise the amount of time spent travelling between offices, especially if that distance is not needed.

after scanning the box for the last time and mentally ticking your checklist of materials required to bring, you pat your leg in satisfaction before standing up. “i can go to the field now. there’s probably tape changes that i need to do.”

nagi lazily grins, searching for your hand to help pull himself up. “yay.”

“you need to be warming up while we’re at it.”

“aw. okay.”

the walk back to the field is painless enough with nagi holding onto your hand for dear life whilst carrying your box of supplies for you. for someone who is about to compete in less than an hour, he is surprisingly calm, hardly different from his passive, pacifistic self. should you be nervous on his behalf?

stepping in to the field, you’re overwhelmed by the enormousness of blue lock’s home stadium, the lights shining down on you so brightly that you need a moment to recollect yourself. to think that all these empty seats will be filled with various people scares you mindless; even vacant it was still overwhelming.

“y/n!” isagi’s voice breaks you out of your reverie and he jogs over to you with that friendly smile of his. “what’s up?”

“hey isagi, sei dragged me out of my office,” you grumble before turning around to the white-haired who places your supplies on the ground, instructing him to: “go continue warming up.”

he grumbles something incoherent, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead before running off, leaving you a little flustered as the dark-haired player waits patiently to talk to you.

“so what’s up?”

“i just needed my ankle to be retaped, is that okay?”

“that is my job so come over,” you say, beckoning isagi to one of the benches nearby where you decide to station yourself for the time being.

whilst you’re unrolling the adhesive, he awkwardly sits there with his shoe and sock off, exposing his joint where he already you tape it for him.

“do you want pink or blue tape?” you ask, holding up the two options.

“pink.”

the background noises of athletes shouting and kicking soccer balls fill the silence whilst you cut up the length needed to tape isagi’s ankle.

“how are you and nagi?” he asks.

“we’re good,” you respond, mentally reminding yourself to give isagi a present in exchange for his birthday being the sole reason why your relationship strengthened. “both been busy cause of the season but it’s fine.”

“that’s okay, you’re making it work!” he reassures, “well, nagi is really happy.”

“is he now?” you ask, looking intently at your hands as they worked around isagi’s ankle, hiding your giddy expression from the soccer player. the effect nagi has on you will never disappear.

“yeah! always talks about you to us.”

“does he?”

“of course, why wouldn’t he? swears you’re the best thing to have happened to him in a long time or whatever.”

your heart warms uncontrollably. nagi seishiro was going to be your downfall.

finishing up on isagi’s ankle, he tests it out quickly before thanking you and running off again to blend in with his teammates again. ‘don’t work too hard!’ you yell out after him.

after retaping chigiri’s knee, commanding karasu to do his recommended exercises, and other various checkups, the boys are ushered back into the stadium so the audience could begin filing in. before nagi went in, he runs over to you, bundling you in his arms despite the various exclaims of ‘hurry up!’ yelled at your white-haired partner.

“gotta go,” he says breathily.

“wait, shouldn’t you take this off?” you ask, gesturing to your hair tie which sat snugly at his wrist.

“do i have to?”

“you can always rewear it after the match sei, it’s not a big deal.”

“fine. i’ll see you soon then.”

you give him a smile of reassurance, hugging him back. “go. i’ll be watching, my superstar.”

his eyes shine. “cheer for me, won’t you?”

“of course i will. i’m your lucky charm,” you tease but he takes your statement quite literally, grinning at what you say which only illuminates the cheery look on his face.

“can my lucky charm give me a kiss?”

cupping his face, you quickly place a peck on his nose before lightly pushing him away. you know the kiss is not good enough to satiate his hunger but perhaps that’s just what you want from him, to try hard for a better reward. and in this case, by trying harder, he would bring home the trophy.

“go line up!” you command.

nagi grumbles something before stepping away, “i’ll score for you.”

he dashes towards the stadium entrance, leaving you in a lovesick daze as you watch him retreat. someone clears their throat behind you and you remember where you are, sitting down to preserve some professionalism.

sitting in the medics corner was scary, especially as you watch every seat getting gradually filled with an onslaught of different people, but all you need to do for the 90 minutes is watch and be attentive to the game and the health of the players. an easy job for the amount of pay you get.

when the teams walks out into the field, everyone in the stands erupt into a roar, waving their various flags and colours. despite the chaos, nagi looks over at you and you blow him a kiss, unsure of whether or not he could actually see you.

as everything settles down, the match finally begins, starting off with a bang. from time to time you talk with the two other blue lock medics and spend the other moments admiring your boyfriend in his athletic glory.

it’s not until almost halftime that something disastrous happens. when itoshi rin collides face-first into another player, toppling over on the field on top of each other, the crowd erupts into a series of gasps and concerned noises. as the referee’s whistle is called, you three official blue lock staff scramble to the middle of the field where a crowd was gathering around the two, trying to help their soccer players but stepping out of the way when you approach.

“where are you?” one medic begins asking.

“the stadium. we’re in the middle of a match,” comes rin’s gruff tone.

“you are?”

“itoshi rin.”

“how many fingers am i holding up?”

“four.”

“what hurts?”

“my fucking face,” rin snarkily replies, trying to stand up but not making it past his knees as he stumbles a little, holding on to his nose. “shit.”

taking his hand away, there are droplets of red coating his skin and you snake yourself under his arm in order to assist with helping him to the medic’s area, another nurse doing the same. hopefully it’s not serious and he won’t need be to sent to hospital, only benched by ego. which, he was.

in your panic, you don’t register any of the commotion happening within the players themselves whereas nagi, on the other hand, hears it all clearly. how a player on the team he was playing against says something like ‘look at that cutie. reckon i could cuff ‘em?’ where his friend replies with a ‘yeah dude. seems like a babe to be honest, workin’ as a nurse and shit’, geturing to you.

nagi has never felt such an overwhelming urge to punch someone, to jump the two players and tear them apart with the fury he feels accumulating in his insides.

the whistle to notify that the game was continuing disrupts nagi’s train of thought. he goes back into position but not without snaring at the opposition.

blue lock seems to be doing fine without their number one player for the remainder of the game; in fact, nagi is practically dominating the whole field as he shoots, earning goals left and right for blue lock. he’s moving with unmatched determination; a blazing kind that you’ve never seen from him despite having seen countless of his games. you wonder what happened to him since rin got injured, where did the calm, unbothered nagi go? why are you kind of scared of your boyfriend right now?

maybe your good luck kiss worked in giving him the boost you predicted.

however, you never could have predicted the huge turnaround that your life would take when nagi’s jealousy gets too ahead of itself. when his urge to show the world whose you are outspeaks his rationality, too caught up in the torments of untamed jealousy. he’s never felt this way before; a carnal desire so inherent that it makes him feel bare.

only you could do this to him.

and only you could fix the ugly monster inside him

when blue lock scores the goal needed to take the trophy home, the stadium is deafening, so loud that you need to cover your ears from the unrestrained passion of fans and watchers alike, the buzz of excitement unmatched.

nagi is awarded man of the match, taking home a shiny trophy in recognition of his athleticism and remarkable talents. yet the first thing he does when taking his prize is not rush over to his teammates and… do whatever it is that men do, but to run over to where you reside, a possessive and dark look in his eyes. it sends shivers down your spine.

he sweeps you into his arms, winding you so close that you can feel the body heat radiating from him, even through the fabric of his jersey. the trophy presses against your back.

“can i kiss you?” nagi questions although it sounds more like a demand, especially with that breathy voice due to how much he’s been running around.

short circuiting for a moment, you reply: “but everyone’s watching.”

“let them.”

you’re well aware of the multitude of cameras that may be pointed at you and nagi. if you act stupidly, it will appear on the internet and who knows what repercussions it might bring, are you ready to be thrown into a life of chaos, joining alongside your boyfriend?

the answer is obvious when you take the initiative of kissing him, allowing him to devour you whole: his first act of establishing just exactly who you were to the entire world.

you adore how scandalous this feels.

his second act comes mere minutes later at the exit where paparazzi and media were waiting patiently behind barriers for their star players. this time, instead of leaving alone or with his teammates, there’s an unidentified figure accompanying him, hugged close to his side and proudly wearing his jersey. the very one that boasts ‘NAGI’ along the back. everything descends into chaos.

an immense feeling of deja vu encompasses you when you recall the day nagi asked you out and the overwhelming lineup of paparazzi and photographers that waited for him outside. it’s different now. you feel confident in your place beside nagi, looking perfect to him in his clothes- as if you were meant to be his.

nagi walks in front of you to use his stature to protect from the greedy eyes of the internet whilst you use your hands to cover your face as best as possible, all to ensure your privacy from those who are going to eat these photos up when they see them.

and- well, if everyone is going to see them then why not send a little message whilst nagi’s here?

the kiss nagi sneaks on your neck is entirely proprietorial, a clear sign of affection for the whole world to see as he eyes the cameras with a deadly look in his eyes.

“mine,” he mutters in your ear, sending one last glare over his shoulder before disappearing from their nosiness and intruding flashes.

the cameras can see your hair tie that slips up when his sleeves are tugged too short.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your notifications are rampant the next morning, mostly because of friends, and ‘#nagi seishiro’ has taken the internet by storm once again.

this feeling of anxiety settling in your stomach will never go away whenever you check social media to see if any of your information has been leaked and by whatever miracle, you’re absolutely relieved to see that nothing drastic has been revealed.

speaking of boyfriend, nagi stirs from where he lays beside you, stretching for a moment before patting the bed in search for your warmth.

shutting off your phone and putting it down, you watch him try to locate you, unable to stop the smile from stretching at the corner of your lips. he’s adorable. even more so when he has to open one eye because his instincts were failing him.

“oh. why are you awake?” he asks groggily, still adjusting to consciousness. nagi tries to sit up to rest on his elbows only to fail miserably and fall face-first into his lush pillow.

“body clock,” you say. you’ll talk about yesterday later. right now, it was just you and him and the soft glow of the sun saying good morning.

“turn it off and go back to sleep.”

“fine.”

“c’mere,” nagi beckons you over weakly, hands reaching for your figure but falling short due to the enormous size of his bed.

it’s not like nagi to splurge on things but it is like him to splurge on getting the most comfortable bed ever, so when he demands you to fall back asleep, how could you say no when it feels like napping on a cloud? and with your adorable boyfriend? some things in life come too easy.

shuffling back towards him, he’s quick to throw an arm and a leg around you, trapping you in.

“my body hurts,” whines nagi. “so much.”

“what do you want me to do about that?”

“massage later, please?”

“is that all i am to you?” you question teasingly whilst rubbing hearts into his skin.

“maybe,” he sings.

astounded, you give him your best look of betrayal. “we’re breaking up.”

“no, don’t do that,” nagi pleads, hugging you closer as if you were going to get up from his vice grip in the first place. “don’t be mean.”

“oh sure because i’m the mean one,” you joke as he burrows his head into your neck. instinctively, your hands card through his hair, extra soft from washing it last night. after a moment of silence, you speak up. “you’re trending again because of me so just remember that what i said about our fame-grabbing relationship was true.”

“i didn’t mean for that to happen. i’m just too good,” he takes his head out of your neck, doe eyes looking up at you with heart wrenching awe. “and i love you too much to hide it.”

you pat his cheek, unable to stop a wide, dreamy smile from appearing on your face. “go back to sleep.”

“‘k. goodnight.” the second nagi’s head hits his pillow, he’s out like a light.

it’s a little surreal to be wrapped in his embrace like this, to be able to gaze at his features so closely and unabashedly whilst his arms extend to mould you into him. even being as close as humanly possible isn’t enough for nagi who has an unlimited desire for more, at all times.

if it’s you he wants, then you’ll happily grant it.

the last thing you see before falling into a deep slumber is a hair tie that lies on his bedside table.

#pls be nice to me i'm really fragile rn i'm sorry this wasn't amazing #nagi x reader #nagi fluff #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro x reader #nagi x you #nagi drabble #blue lock x reader #blue lock nagi x reader #blue lock drabble #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff

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visualbutterflysworld · 10 months ago

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Forgive me? | Vhackerr

When reader and Vinnie get into a bad argument things seem to take a turn for the worse when vinnie says something he shouldn’t. Could this be the end or could this just become the beginning of a true relationship?

I low key had a dream about this type of scenario like years ago and randomly thought of it so :P also probably sloppy writing

“That’s so fucking stupid!” Vinnie screams at me. Vinnie and I had been dating for about 5 months now. We usually don’t fight. I mean not like this. We were fighting about us and what we were. If I said me and him were just friends he’d flip but if I’d ask to post about us he’d deflect.

“It’s not! You should understand about how I feel! I just want the world to know about us! That’s it!” I scream. “Yeah, because you want your fifteen minutes of fame! Such a fucking leach like everyone else!” Vinnie yelled back. I stand there with disbelief. He for real just said that.

Vinnie huffs before he realizes what he has said. “Y/n-” “No, fuck you, Vincent! You think I’m with you because you’re some fucking celebrity?! I’m with you because I love you! Because I love you more than I love myself! More than life itself! I was willing to wait till you were ready but I’m sick of waiting! I’m sick of feeling like I’m some fucking monster that you have to keep hidden from the world but, you know what, since you think that poorly on my character then we shouldn’t let the world know! We shouldn’t let the world know that we had any sorta of connection because we’re fucking done!” I scream at him. I quickly grab the rest of my stuff before heading towards the door.

“I’ll have somebody come get the rest of my shit. Please fuck off you entitled dick!” Is the last thing I shout before slamming the door. The rest is a blur. One minute I’m in the hallway of his building and next I’m sitting on my bathroom floor crying my heart out to my mom.

“Honey, I’m sure he didn’t mean it. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I’m sure right then and there he would’ve said I love you too.” My mother says as I sob quietly. I told that asshole I loved him. Can you believe that? I’m not sure I meant it but my heart is telling me I did. I told him we were over but, I don’t want it to be over. I get a notification from my phone.

Instagram

Vinnie Hacker has posted on their story

“Yeah, I got to go mom. I’ll talk to you later.” I said and quickly hang up. It takes all my will power not to click on it immediately but my hands seem to have a mind of its own. I click on his story.

My hand instantly goes to my mouth. He posted me. He called me his girl. That asshole. I hear my doorbell ring and I know who it is. I quickly get onto my feet and go to my door. I open it and there he is. My favorite flowers and food in hand. I look up at him and he seems like he can’t maintain eye contact but he does anyways.

“I’m so so so sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that I called you that. That was wrong. Very wrong of me. I don’t assume that you’re with me because I’m well me. I know that. I’ve been known that..just I fucked up because that’s what I do. I fuck up anything good in my life because I’m afraid of being hurt. You’re too good for me and I honestly don’t deserve you but, I posted you on my story so now you’re like kinda force to be with me anyways. I mean I’ll grovel if you want but, fuck I can’t let you go! I’m sorry and I love you! I mean…I think I love you more than you love me but-”

“Vincent!”

He blinks for the first time in 3 minutes. “Yeah?” “You should probably come inside before my food gets cold.” I smile softly at him. He lights up instantly and quickly makes his way inside. He sets the flowers and food down before turning to me. “I’m really sorry! We can go slow! We can start over and pretend this fight never happened like now we’re officially dating or something!” I run up and hug him. “Vinnie, we’re okay.” I kiss him quickly and his face follows mine as I lean away. “I mean…you’re gonna have to do some major groveling if you want to be my boyfriend again but I think we’re still dating.”

He smirks, “that’s fine by me.”

This was so trash but I’m sick and wanted to post something so :P

#vincent hacker #vinnie hacker #vhackerr #bwwm couples #bwwmromance #oneshot #love #lovers #vinnie hacker x reader

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mxtantrights · 6 months ago

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how does dick grayson act when hes jealous 😋😋

a/n: thank you for sending this in anon!! I can't tell you how much I love you for it. this was really fun !!!! <3333

Dick Grayson doesn't get jealous. Or so you think. It's just that-he''s Dick Grayson. What would he have to be jealous about? He's got a great smile, a flirty personality, a nice ass, people flock to him with the bat of his eyelashes.

So sitting across your date for the night, you didn't expect to see Dick Grayson just a few feet in front of you at the bar. He didn't exactly make himself discreet either. He's turned right to you, eyeing you up.

You look back to your date.

"Do you think this date is going well?" you ask straight up.

They look at you, a bit flabbergasted at the brutal honesty of your question.

"I mean, I would say it's going to my liking. Wha-how is it going for you?" they ask.

You smile and shrug, "It's going well. It was."

"Was?" they ask.

Dick Grayson grabs his drink and downs it. Its chilling to see. Chilling and also hot. You didn't think he was the type. The knock 'em back because I'm Jealous type. The jealous type.

"Yeah, because I've got a feeling that we won't be seeing each other again." you answer.

"Wait is this some new tactic to let me down? If so you can just tell me. I can take it." they reply.

You shake your head, "Its not a tactic, but there's this guy I'm also seeing. He just walked in."

"Ah, so I lost out." your date says.

You look at them. If you hadn't met Dick Grayson this date would be going exceptionally well. You'd be laughing, having fun, not worrying about some other guy who has your attention.

You originally didn't think about this date as a date.

It wasn't until you woke up last weekend and got a text from an unknown number. One of your friends had sent you your date's number and picture thinking you would be interesting.

Not knowing that you were wrapped up in the sheets with Dick. Who, also happened to the message. And that fueled another round with him that was exciting and passionate. All for him to say that you should go on that date, ya know since the two of you weren't official.

His words.

You weren't necessarily trying to make him regret his words. You were trying to bend yourself to them actually. Because he was right, you aren't official.

But Dick Grayson sitting at the bar a few feet from your date? That wasn't casual.

"But be honest, did I really charm you enough for a date or was there another reason?" you ask them.

They sit back in their chair with a sad smile on their face.

"You caught me. Yeah. This would be my first date after a long relationship." they answer.

"You could always say it was good. Because it was. I'm just not..." you trail off.

"not available." they finish off the sentence for you.

"Yeah." you answer simply.

"That's okay. I can pay for the bill and we can just end it here." they say.

They hail down the waiter and ask for the bill. But somehow, your bill has been paid. Your eyes dart back to Dick at the bar. He raises his glass towards you.

"Wow, I guess this is some sort of lucky / unlucky date." they joke.

You laugh at that. And then your date gets up from their seat, and bids you goodbye. You say the same and sit back in your chair. Waiting for the inevitable.

You reach into your bag for your lipgloss. As you grab it and take it out, you don't pay attention to the sound of the chair in front of you moving. You reapply your lipgloss.

"Fun date?" a voice asks.

You look across from you. Dick.

"yeah. you having a nice night?" you ask him.

Dick grins and takes a swig of his drink. It's almost down to the bottom. You can't tell if he got another one before he left the bar or not.

"Not really no. I pushed the one person that makes me happy into something because I got scared." he admits.

"Scared of what?" you ask.

"Scared of happiness. I realized how happy you made me and I didn't want to ruin it, but I ruined it anyways. I'm so so sorry for doing that to you." he explains.

You nod your head.

"So I'm so irresistibly charming and I make you so happy that you crashed my date, paid the bill, and apologized for the whole thing?" you least lightly.

Dick shakes his head, "I shouldn't get your forgiveness. I mean I deserve to be put on time-out or put in a corner."

"You're a grown man, Dick. I'm not about to do that to you. I just want you to know what you want." you say.

"I want you." he says effortlessly.

You smile, "Good. Because I'm not seeing anyone else."

"I haven't see anyone else since we first kissed." Dick admits.

#dc x reader #dc imagine #dc blurbs #Dick Grayson x reader #Dick Grayson imagine #Dick Grayson blurb #<3333

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your-averagewriter · 7 months ago

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“I’m gonna marry this woman.”

Summary: Cooper has a job to get to and (y/n) ends up looking after Janey for him when Barb isn't free leading him to realise that she's the woman for him.

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: swearing, kissing, saying God not in the religious way (blasphemy I guess)

Cooper wraps his arm around my waist as we walk through the park, Janey holding his hand on the other side. Cooper and I have been dating for over a year and at the start he tried to keep our relationship separate from Janey as he didn’t want to make it too overwhelming for her after the divorce but now it’s been a while since we were officially introduced.

“There’s an ice cream truck over there.” I point out. “Janey, do you want some ice cream?” I ask, looking over to her.

“Yeah!” She smiles.

“Coop, do you want one?” I ask and he shakes his head.

“You girls treat yourselves.” He says and then a ringtone comes from one of his pockets. “It’s work, I’ll be right back.” He gets his phone out and looks at who it is before walking a little bit away.

“Come on, Janey.” I invite. “Let’s get some ice cream.” I say as she takes my hand, which always makes my heart warm a little. “What flavour would you like?”

She examines the board of ice cream flavours before announcing her choice. “Toffee, please.”

“Good choice.” I smile, before walking up to the ice cream stand and buying her toffee ice cream and a strawberry one for myself. “There you go. Don’t drop it.” I pass it to her gently as she takes it and we walk over to a bench, sitting down and waiting for Coop to finish his call.

“What’s daddy doing?” She asks, enjoying the ice cream.

“Oh, he just got a call from work, maybe a new acting role.” I say and she smiles. “He should be back soon.”

“Did you know I used to act with daddy sometimes in the ads he used to do?” She says proudly.

“Oh really? Wow, you’re a little superstar.” I smile, Cooper walking back over not long after.

“How was the call?” I ask, as he walks over. “Any good news?”

“Mixed. Mixed.” He repeats.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, the good news is they wanna hire me.”

“That’s great, Coop.” I interrupt, jumping to my feet and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug with a bright smile.

“You haven’t heard the bad news yet.” He warns, pulling back with a slightly frown. “They need me on set in an hour to sort out some sizing and contract stuff.”

“What’s wrong with that?” I ask.

“I already called Barb and she can’t take Janey for the afternoon so I can’t go.”

“I could look after Janey for you.” I offer.

“I can’t ask you to do that.” He says.

“You’re not asking, I’m insisting. If you’re okay with it of course.” I smile as his hands find their place on my waist.

“If that’s alright…” He gives in after a few moments with a hint of a smile. “God, I love you, woman.” He says, pressing a kiss to my lips with a full grin now. “I’ll go check with Janey, if that’s alright. I’m sure she won’t have a problem with it, she adores you but I should anyway.” I nod, letting him go.

“I’ve got a job I gotta go to, sweetheart and mommy can’t look after you for the afternoon. Is it alright if I take you girls home and you stay with (y/n) for a little while?” She nods quickly with a smile, a resounding yes making Cooper chuckle.

“I think that’s a yes, (y/n).” I laugh.

“Let’s go then, we don’t want you to be late.” I say with a smile.

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“I should be back around 5:00, 6:00 at the latest.” He reassures me.

“Babe, don’t worry about it, we’ll be fine, take as long as you need.” I press a kiss to his cheek. “Good luck. We’ll see you later.” I press a kiss to his other cheek and wave with Janey as he drives away. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go inside. What do you wanna do?” I ask, taking her hand as we go inside.

“I wanna show you my room and my stuff.” She drags me towards her room, picking up various toy cowboys and horses that they ride. “You have so much cowboy stuff? Does your dad buy them for you?”

“Yeah. We’ve got matching cowboy outfits.” She says before diving into her draws and pulling out two matching outfits, one clearly an adult’s size whilst the other fits Janey. She begins to put it on above her clothes and I drop the cowboy hat on her head gently. “You should put daddy’s one on so we can match!”

“Really? You don’t think he’d mind that I was stealing his clothes?” I tease with a small smile.

“Isn’t that his jumper you're wearing?” She giggles.

“I guess you're right, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” I say, putting the outfit on until we look like matching cowboys.

After a while of playing, I make some food for the both of us and a portion in the microwave for Cooper as it nears the time he said he would be home. Some tomato pasta that we eat while still wearing cowboy outfits. I chuckle as Janey gets some of the pasta sauce around her mouth, passing her one of the tissues to wipe her mouth with.

Cooper stands outside, about to open the door but looks through the window seeing Janey and I eating the pasta. A smile almost fills his face as he tries to cover his smile, mumbling to himself.

“I’m gonna marry this woman.” He whispers, sounding more like a stereotypical cowboy than ever before opening the door and walking in. “How’re my two favourite girls doing?” He grins as Janey runs towards him as he opens his arms to hug her.

He mimes the tipping of a cowboy hat at me with a small smirk and I shake my head, silently saying ‘don’t ask’ but smiling softly.

“How did the job go?” I ask, walking over to him by the door, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Good, first role I’ve got in a while.” He mumbles. “Just an ad but everything counts.”

“I’m so proud of you.” I smile, hugging him tightly, Janey doing the same despite not entirely understanding the context.

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Cooper pours two glasses of wine, expensive wine, a celebration if you will after Janey’s gone to bed. Janey went to sleep in the cowboy outfit and made me promise not to take mine off so, being a loyal woman, I happily keep it on.

“Cheers to you, baby.” I smile, lifting my glass into the air as he does the same, clinking the glasses.

“Cheers.” He laughs, taking a sip before putting his glass back down on the coffee table. “I wanna ask you something and you gotta promise not to freak out.”

I’m intrigued, sitting on the edge of my seat already smiling slightly but nervous. “Is it bad?” I ask, the anticipation now killing me.

“Nah, nothing bad, sweetheart, I promise.”

“Okay. I can’t promise I won’t freak out but I’ll try not to.” I say, watching him intently as he leans before kneeling on the ground in front of me. “Cooper, what are you doing?” I laugh with a smile. “Get up, you’ll spill the wine!”

He kneels with one leg up, the other against the floor.

“(y/n) (l/n).” He starts and I’m still confused by what he’s doing. “I don’t have a ring but I thought this was the perfect moment to ask, will you marry me?”

I stand up, hand over my mouth, entirely shocked as I look down at him smiling up at me.

“Cooper, this better not be a fucking joke.” I warn, tears collecting in my eyes as I look down at his serious yet smiling face.

“It’s not, darlin’ I promise. After seeing you with Janey today, dressed up as cowboys making her pasta I just knew you were the one for me. I only regret not getting you a ring and asking you sooner.” He grins.

I stand absolutely frozen, standing up in front of him as a tear goes down my cheek.

“Why would you propose to me while I’m dressed like a cowboy?” Is the first thing I say, slightly muffled by my hand and he just laughs.

“I had to.” He kneels before me, without a ring but with all the right words. “Will you marry me?”

“Yeah, yeah, Coop, of course.” I say, overwhelmed with emotions, happiness being the dominant one but tears still in my eyes. “Oh my god.” I say as he rises to his feet wrapping his arms around me as I wrap my arms around his neck, as close as we could possibly get. “I can’t believe you.” I mumble into his shoulder.

“I love you so so much and so does Janey, you’re just so perfect for me.” He says and I could swear I hear a voice crack.

“I love you too. I can’t believe you though. What am I gonna say when people ask what the proposal was like? That I was dressed like a cowboy?”

“I think you’re worrying about the wrong things right now, sweetheart.” He chuckles.

“I know. I can’t even begin to process the fact we’re getting married.” I press a kiss to the side of his neck. “Oh my god, I love you. I love you. I love you.” I place a kiss for everytime I say ‘I love you’ and he just smiles, taking the kisses.

“I must be the happiest man in the world right now.” He says with a grin as wide as his face.

AN: I hope people aren't getting bored of Fallout fics because I am not.

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alisonwritesimagines · 2 months ago

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You'll Be Mine and I'll Be Yours ~LA!Mihawk Imagine~

Summary: Mihawk finally asks you to be his.

Author’s Note: Now that the live action One Piece officially announced who Crocodile and Robin is and I'm in the Skypiea arc on the anime, I am posting my drafts with my Enchanted series.

Based in my Enchanted Series

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: none, fluff

Do not repost this anywhere!

“Is it bad to say that I don’t want to go home yet? Or at least not sleep just yet?” You asked Mihawk one night.

He had come back to you from being gone for so long. You hated to admit that you missed him a lot. After a dinner together, you felt like you couldn't sleep or had the feeling of wanting to go to bed. For once, you wanted to stay up.

“Why’s that?”

“Don’t know. Just not feeling sleepy right now,” you tell him.

“Then how about we take a stroll?” Mihawk asked you.

“A stroll?”

“If you’re worried about it being dangerous, don’t. I will be joining you to make sure you don’t get hurt,” Mihawk tells you.

“I wasn’t worried. I knew you’d join me even if I said no. I know you follow me to make sure I’m safe.”

“I see you finally noticed.”

“Yeah. But I’m okay with a stroll. Come on,” you tell him.

You both walked along a path side by side. The stars glowed beautifully in the sky.

“So, what does a warlord like yourself have to gain?” You asked him. The full moon shined so brightly, you didn’t need a lantern to guide your way.

“Gain from what?”

“This small village. There’s nothing really here,” you pointed out.

“You’re here aren’t you?”

You looked at him, the blood rushing to your cheeks. It began to feel a little hot to you. Damn his words always somehow got to you.

“I guess.”

“What about you? You said you were alone. What do you have to gain staying here?” Mihawk asked you.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I just keep hoping my boys will come back to me.”

“Tell me about them,” Mihawk said.

“Well they’re both pirates now. One of them is just a boy who is determined to become King of the Pirates. I used to take care of him since he was a kid along with two others. And the other one is around our age. He is a captain of a pirate crew.”

“Was he your lover?”

“Yeah. He told me he’d come back but he hasn’t," you sighed softly.

“This ex lover of yours sounds like a fool,” Mihawk said.

“Why say that?”

“Because if I had a woman like you, I could never leave her and not come back,” Mihawk tells you. You stopped walking as you stared up at him.

“You don’t mean that,” you softly spoke. You didn't want your heart broken again by another pirate.

“I do. I could never leave a woman like you alone,” Mihawk said as he held your hand. You looked down at your hands before looking away.

“Maybe we should go back,” you tell him.

“If that’s what you want.”

You nodded before letting go of his hand and heading back to your home. The walk was silent besides your footsteps on the graveled path.

When you got back to your home, you felt Mihawk take your hand into his.

“Will you be mine?” Mihawk asked. You turned to face him. Mihawk got closer to you, caging you in between him and the front door.

“What?”

“Be mine? I've fallen for you Y/n. I know you have fallen for me as well. And I swear to you, I would never let anything happen to you,” Mihawk tells you.

"I don't want my heart broken again," you tell him.

"I will never hurt you. I'd die first before hurting you," Mihawk tells you.

“Alright. I’ll be yours,” you nodded at him.

“May I kiss you?” Mihawk asked you.

“Yes please,” You nodded. Mihawk cupped your cheek before leaning in to kiss you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. You felt Mihawk pull his hand away from your cheek and move down to your waist. He pulled you in closer as he kissed you.

You pulled away from the kiss for air. Mihawk gently pressed his forehead against yours, taking in a couple of deep breaths as well.

“Do you want to stay the night?” You asked him.

“If you’d have me,” Mihawk tells you. You nodded before turning around to open the door. You pulled Mihawk inside before shutting the door and locking it.

When you woke up, you smelled food. You noticed Mihawk wasn’t next to you, making you sit up. You got out of bed and walked to the front to see him cooking in your kitchen.

“Nice to see you awake,” you tell him.

“Morning. Breakfast will be ready in a moment,” Mihawk tells you.

“So we sleep in the same bed together for the first time and you make breakfast? Any other secrets I should know about you?” You teased.

“It’s not really a secret. You’re mine now remember? I have every intention to spoil you,” Mihawk tells you. You smiled before walking over to him and kiss his cheek.

“Aren’t you romantic,” you tell him.

"Only for you my love," Mihawk says to you before kissing your cheek.

"So what do you want to do today?" You asked him.

"I was hoping to help you get over your fear of the ocean," Mihawk asked.

"Why's that?" You asked unsure.

"You've been cooped up in here for too long my love. I'd like to show you the world if you let me," Mihawk said.

"Okay. You're gonna have to be patient with me though," you warned.

"Of course," Mihawk said, giving you a quick kiss.

#mihawk #dracule mihawk #mihawk imagine #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #opla mihawk #opla mihawk x reader #opla mihawk imagine #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece live action #one piece live action imagine #enchanted universe #alisonwritesimagines

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year ago

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Go For What You Want

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of violence but nothing too serious

Genre: fluff & minor angst

Summary: apparently kissing your shy neighbor wasn't enough of a hint for him, time to be even more direct. Somehow...

A/N: This is Part 2 of Secrets That Whisper & Shout, I'm officially making it an anthology :))

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That kiss was almost two weeks ago now and nothing has happened. You didn't even get to have a proper conversation that day because you got a frantic call from one of your girlfriends before you could address the situation and Steven politely excused himself to let you take care of her situation. And since then, you wouldn't say Steven's been avoiding you exactly but he certainly hasn't been doing much in the way of conversing. You've mostly been seeing him in passing and if you try to hold him for more than a few minutes either Marc takes over or one of them makes an excuse to leave. All in all, things have been weird and you're sick of it so today you're absolutely over it.

You knock on his door firmly with a whole bulleted list of points in your mind. You hear shuffling on the other side and two whole minutes go by before the door swings open.

"Y/n! Hi. What brings you over? Is everything alright? I was in the middle of-" You know Steven's about to give you an excuse to keep things short so you stop him with a raised hand.

"This won't take long, I have somewhere to be but quite frankly I'm sick of you half avoiding me and I'm only here to tell you that it has to stop. If kissing made you that uncomfortable you should just say so, you are an adult and I can take care of myself there's no need to dance around it like you're scared to hurt my feelings or something."

"What?" He blinks at you.

"Things are weird and I don't like it. If you don't want to talk to me then say so but this thing where you act like things are normal while acting very NOT normal has to end."

"It's not that I don't want to talk to you! I talk to you almost every day."

"Asking me how my day was when I catch you in the elevator is not the same Steven and you know it. What is going on with you?"

"I- well to be fair it's not like this has exactly gone in the right order I- I don't know what I'm supposed to do here."

"Right order? Steven we kissed each other it's not like we eloped in Vegas and the next step regardless would be taking me on a date or asking me to be your girlfriend or anything that indicates you actually want something with me." You huff.

"What?" His eyes widen.

"A date, Steven, most people would ask the girl they like on a date."

"You want to go on a date with me?"

"I've been waiting for you to ask me since we kissed."

"Oh. Oh! I- I'm an idiot." Steven palms his face in embarrassment.

"Well, I won't disagree with you." You shrug.

"A date. It would be an honor to take you on a date."

"Well, then get planning. I have to go, but you have until the weekend."

"Wait do you mean we're going on the date this weekend or that I have until this weekend to have a plan?"

"If you can make it this weekend I would be... surprised, impressed- but a plan will do just fine." You tell him.

"Okay." He nods.

"Okay. See you soon." You say and pivot on your heel to head down the hall. You do actually have somewhere to be. Steven may not be quick to take the lead but he is certainly quick to move when prompted because he does in fact make your date that weekend. Saturday afternoon you're on the couch reading when there's a knock on your door. The first set of knocks is shaky but before you manage to get up there's a second set of much sharper more assured knocks. When you pull the door open Steven stands there with a set of flowers.

"Steven. Hi. You know you- could've just texted me with what our plans would be?" You smile.

"Well yeah, I know but I was hoping you were free now."

"Now?"

"For our date."

"You wanna go now?"

"No time like the present!"

"Alright, give me like 10 minutes to change."

"You look fine."

"Steven I'll freeze once the sun goes down if I go out in this tank top." You chuckle.

"Fair."

"Where are we going?"

"I can't tell you."

"Well how am I supposed to dress then?"

"Casually is fine."

"Alright. You can sit on the couch and wait." You say leaving him in your doorway to go swap your loungewear for something more date-appropriate. A cropped sweater and a skater skirt with a pair of boots. Ten minutes later you practically skip out to the living room again and Steven stands before you've even reached the couch.

"I- forgot to actually hand these to you when you opened the door." He says holding out the flowers he brought.

"Thank you Steven. I'll throw these in a vase and then we can go!"

"Of course." He nods. You quickly find a big enough container for the flowers.

"Okay let's go." You say and hold out a hand for Steven to follow you out of your apartment.

"I was going to take you to dinner, but Marc insisted it was too basic. Although his suggestion was totally out of the question so- we worked to find something we both could get behind." Steven says while the two of you are walking.

"What was Marc's suggestion?" You chuckled.

"Nothing good." Steven shakes his head.

Hey, my ideas were great! Heaven forbid I try to make shit more interesting than just dinner!

"More interesting how?" You chuckle.

"What?" Steven frowns.

"Sorry- I just- went into your head by accident again. We need to work on that actually but conversation for a different day. I just heard Marc- he said he was trying to 'make shit more interesting' and now I'm curious what he means."

"Skydiving."

"Skydiving?!"

"That was his first suggestion." Steven nods.

"His first suggestion was skydiving?!"

"Yes."

"If you'll excuse me for a moment I'm going to jump into your mind and yell at him directly. You'll have to guide me as we walk."

"Oh- okay?"

You're first suggestion was skydiving?!

Well yeah, Steven just wanted to go to dinner and he told me you guys used to do lunch a lot already so I can't imagine it would be fun to do something you've already done."

Marc- everyone has to eat in fact you're supposed to do it multiple times a day not to mention there are so many types of food and so many places to go it would take so long to run out of new ways to experience the thing we all have to do it's why food is like a universal truth on dates. You know what would really not be fun on a date? Dying. Infinitely less fun."

Oh come on we wouldn't let you die.

You cannot control what happens if I jump out of a plane at thirty thousand feet in the air. I can guarantee you've jumped off of several roofs working for that crazy ass bird, is that not enough heights for you? I would assume you get more than enough, honestly, you probably get too much, adrenaline doing errands for Khonshu, if you're becoming a junkie for it don't drag me into your chases. Actually, you're not allowed to chase it period it is stressful enough leaving your safety in the hands of a ten foot tall bird skeleton you are not allowed to bring that kind of stress into non-mission scenarios.

Fine- no jumping out of planes.

Or off of bridges, or off of cliffs, or into shark infested waters, or river rapids or-

I won't do anything to harm us, sweetheart. We're here though so, you should hop outta here and talk to Steven. He's been anxious about this date all week.

Alright, I'll probably check in with you later.

With that you push out of the boys' mind and take a moment to check your surroundings.

"An arcade!? Oh my gosh!" You gasp.

"You like it?" Steven asks.

"Who doesn't love the arcade?!"

"Well I bought game passes already so- where do you want to start?" He asks.

"Oh it doesn't matter I'm so gonna kick your butt at everything here."

"I could- totally beat you at probably at least one of these games!"

"Ohhh you're so on!" You scoff. The two of you spend hours playing every competitive game in the arcade. Steven manages to beat you at a number of them and you beat him at several too but you both lose track of the score at some point and just enjoy whatever games look the most interesting even if you both suck at them, which happens a few times too. By the time you leave, the sun has set entirely and you find a small shop down the street for food. Fish and chips for you and luckily for Steven there were several vegan options for him to choose from. You spend another hour or so talking to Steven and Marc while you eat and honestly, the whole night is one of your best first dates ever.

Jake wasn't so eager to get involved with you. In fact, for the first few months of your relationship with them, he hardly spoke to you. You don't take it personally, Marc and Steven tell you all the time that he's just not that friendly so, while you make sure it's clear the door's always open to him, you don't bother pushing him to talk to you. You brought Steven a snack at work today and hung around til the museum closed so now you're walking back with him as he tells you about the newest exhibit there. It's so nice listening to him talk about things he enjoys, the sun is slowly disappearing in the sky and stars are starting to blink to life as you enjoy the late summer evening together.

Steven stops suddenly and his grip on your hand tightens halting you with him. Your eyebrows knit together as turn to look at him only to see a pensive frown on his face as his eyes dart around the street.

"What's going on?" You ask. He pivots quickly and yanks you behind him just before three masked men appear seemingly out of the shadows.

"Stay behind me. I'll protect you." Steven says gruffly. Except, that didn't sound like Steven.

"Jake?" You frown.

"Sí. Don't worry."

"I'm- not worried. I can hold my own pretty well you know. I'm not a damsel in need of-"

"Princessa." Jake cuts you off sharply, glancing at you over his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Lo sé, I know, but this is not your fight and I will not let you get hurt." Jake says.

"Jake-"

"Whatever sassy remark I'm sure you're about to say please save it for later. Right now? Bigger fish." He says.

"Fine." You concede, stepping back a little so Jake has room to fight. The masked assailants standoff with Jake for what feels like several minutes. It couldn't have been more than 90 seconds but it felt like much longer. The one on the right strikes first, leaping towards Jake with a dagger which seems to signal the others to launch at them too. Despite being outnumbered 3:1, Jake is holding his own pretty well against them for the most part. He disarmed the one with the dagger rather quickly and now it's just hand to hand. Even when they manage to get the jump on him it never lasts long, you're rather impressed by Jake's fighting. It seems like this will be over pretty soon, or rather it did, but then you notice one of the guys reach for the discarded dagger. Jake is distracted by the other two, you're not sure if you should yell or intervene but you have to do something. It's too late to yell, he won't have enough time to reach. You shoot your arm out and the blade slips from his hand and into yours. This turns his attention to you and he runs at you after a moment of confusion. You barely manage to sidestep him and he goes crashing into a lamppost though that doesn't manage to slow him down much. He charges again like an angry bull.

"Princessa!" Jake yells somehow still worried about you despite fighting off two people on his own.

"I got it, Jake!" You call back elbowing the guy in the nose as he comes at you. The guy grabs his nose for a moment but quickly focuses back on you, throwing a punch that you dodge but he uses your movement to grab your arm that's still holding his dagger. While trying to disarm you the weapon slashes your side and you have to grit your teeth as you wrench yourself free.

"Aw man I liked this shirt." You mutter. You've officially had enough of this. With a flick of your wrist, you effectively freeze your assailants in place.

"Dios m��o." Jake breathes out, stumbling when he realizes the fight has stopped.

"Sorry! I should've warned you I was gonna do that. This guy ruined my shirt so- I'm not having fun anymore."

"You were having fun?"

"I mean- as much fun as you can have while fighting. I was winning so, wasn't too bad but then he ruined my shirt."

"You're hurt." Jake frowns.

"It'll heal. Do you want me to wipe their memories or I can just leave them here for a few hours? Although they'd probably come looking for us again if I did that."

"You can just wipe their memories?"

"Yes." You nod.

"And you could do this the whole time?"

"Yes." You nod.

"What are you?" Jake asks.

"A telepath mostly. Did Steven and Marc not tell you that? Steven like almost stopped talking to me when he found out."

"Steven almost stopped talking to you because of this?!"

"Well not-"

"Sorry, give me one second." Jake spins around and finds the nearest reflective surface, a window of a closed store next to you both. "Hermano. You almost stopped talking to her because she's?! Do you not realize that makes her the coolest person you've ever met?! Why would you stop talking to her?!" Jake practically yells at the reflection. You chuckle a little at the one-sided conversation. You're tempted to find out what Steven's response is but you won't pry. It's surprising to hear Jake jump to your defense considering how little he talks to you. "That's so stupid! You are very lucky Marc was nosy enough to get involved and save you from yourself! ... No Marc you were being nosy you didn't even know the girl at the time ... I'm not saying that I'm just saying she was Steven's interest first. It's fine that you like her now but it's not like you were looking out for your own interests when you got involved, you were helping Steven... This isn't about me!?"

You knock on the window next to Jake's reflection and he jolts back, turning to look at you with a confused frown.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt your squabble but can we start heading back to the building? Also, what do I do with the guys?"

"Lo siento, we'll take you home. And you can wipe their memories." Jake says.

"Cool." You nod. You wipe the minds of the attackers, erasing yourself and Jake from their brains entirely and you watch as they try to shake the disorientation of a memory wipe.

"That is incredible." Jake says with mild surprise, reaching a hand behind your back to guide you in the direction of your apartment building.

"You know, this is the most you've ever spoken to me." You point out.

"That is true." He nods.

"But you wanted to protect me tonight."

"You are Steven's girlfriend. Even if I do not talk to you, I will protect you because it protects Steven." He shrugs.

"That's- very noble of you I guess." You say. There's a moment of silence that passes between you before Jake offers a reply.

"It is selfish."

"Selfish? How?"

"Estoy demasiado nervioso para hablar con tú, pero presto suficiente atención para saber que he empezado a cuidar de tú." He sighs.

"I don't speak Spanish." You shake your head.

"I know." He smiles.

"But how will I know what you're saying?"

"He likes to be vague." You notice immediately the change of voice.

"Marc!"

"He likes you. He doesn't want to admit it but he likes you."

"Oh!" You blink, a smile slowly spreading across your face. "That's very cute. I like him too. He should come around more." You say. And come around more he did. It was gradual at first but soon you were seeing Jake as often and Marc and Steven. You won't pretend it's always straightforward considering the three are very different personalities but you like to think you're all navigating it well. Even though sometimes you need a little help from your abilities.

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babydollmarauders · 2 years ago

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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

request: “hey! can you do something with prompts 19, 43, and 44 with jack hughes please? love your work btw!”

19. “OH you’re jealous!”

43. “give me attention.”

44. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

summary: in which y/n gets jealous, but not in the way you’d expect.

notes: after reading these prompts, this idea immediately popped into my head. i apologize if this isn’t really what you had in mind, anon. no affiliation to the song “Jealousy, Jealousy” by Olivia Rodrigo. and this one shot is not meant to be taken too seriously, it’s just a fun twist on the jealousy trope! <3

to be fair, i’m not a very big dog person to begin with. Jack knew that well enough, i mean, i did bring two cats with me in this relationship. Jack however, loved dogs. So i shouldn’t have been surprised when i came home last week to find out that Jack agreed to dog-sit for Shara while he and his wife and baby took a trip. but now it’s been two weeks of pet-sitting and i’m sorta over it.

i step out of Jack and i’s bedroom, in search of my boyfriend of two years, after waking up alone. padding into the living room, i find him lounging on our couch, the dog curled up next to him in the spot that i usually take, and even the cats are laid down by his feet. he’s watching a random movie off netflix, absentmindedly running his hand up and down the dogs back like he usually does to me.

it’s stupid, right? to be jealous of a dog? but unfortunately, i am, because this is what it’s been like for two weeks now. i’m not very high maintenance, but i do look forward to his attention, and i love the mundane things like waking up next to him in bed, or cuddling on the couch and watching tv. but those things have not been happening. i know it doesn’t mean anything, it doesn’t seem like he even realizes what he’s doing. like yesterday, i got home from a bad day at work, and usually he’s quick to realize my sad state and give me a hug to cheer me up. but when he still hadn’t noticed three hours later, sat on the floor, playing catch with the dog while he asked me what we should do for dinner, which was only the third time he had spoken to me since i had gotten home, it only solidified my jealousy.

he’s loving having a dog in the apartment, but i can officially say that i’m not on the same page.

“oh, hey. when did you wake up?” Jack’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts and it’s only now that i realize i was glaring at the dog.

“a few minutes ago.” i avert my gaze over to him while i talk but look back at the dog before speaking again. “you weren’t in bed. again.”

“yeah, i didn’t want him to get lonely.” him. the dog.

“he’s a dog. he’ll be fine while we sleep.” i’m able to control the bite in my voice, keeping it at an untraceable amount.

“he’s not like the cats, love. he requires attention.” he laughs, but due to my poor sleep, i don’t find the joke very funny.

“so does your girlfriend.” i grumble to myself, side-eying.

i wait for him to speak again but when i realize his focus is back on the dog, scratching its ear and kissing its head, i huff and discreetly stomp into the kitchen to make some coffee. but apparently it wasn’t as discreet as i thought, because not a minute later, Jack is in the kitchen with me, the dog trailing after him.

“hey, what’s up with you?” he asks. i send a side-eyed glare towards the dog that’s now nudging my boyfriends hand with it’s nose.

“nothing.” i say, pouring cold brew into my cup of ice before adding my creamer and stirring with my straw.

“oh, no. no, no, no. i thought we got out of the ‘nothing’ phase over a year ago.” Jack shakes his head and leans against the counter. “it’s obviously not nothing.”

oh, so now he can tell i’m upset?

“seriously, Jack, just drop it. i didn’t sleep well, that’s all.” he shakes his head again and pushes off the counter, walking over and placing his hands on my hips, pulling me against him.

“i don’t believe you. what’s actually wrong?” i can’t control myself, my gaze drops from his, down to the dog who’s sitting patiently, waiting for Jack to go back to loving on him. i look back up at Jack and i can tell he’s thinking hard, before his eyes go wide and a smile splits across his face. “OH you’re jealous!”

he laughs and it makes me go red with embarrassment.

“of the dog! oh, babe.” i can hear the pity in his voice and i lift my hands to my face, seeking shelter behind them.

“you’re giving him all your attention.” my words are muffled. “i want you to give me attention.”

his fingers wrap lightly around my wrists, pulling my hands down before he cradles my face with his own hands.

“babe, you get all my attention, all the time. he’s only gonna be here for two more days. and then i’ll be so clingy, that you’ll get sick of me.”

“i don’t get sick of you.” i mumble, nuzzling my face closer into his touch.

“oh trust me, you will. you’ll be all like ‘Jack, omg give me some space!’” he ups his voice a couple octaves, making it squeaky and high pitched, and i laugh, pulling back and playfully hitting his arm.

“i do not sound like that! and did you just say ‘omg’? i don’t say that!”

“uh what are you talking about? i sounded exactly like you! Luke can vouch for me.” i roll my eyes and laugh again and then act serious, gazing up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“be honest, was it pathetic of me to be jealous of a dog?” i ask jokingly.

“honest? yeah, kinda.” he smirks and i let loose a mock gasp, lightly smacking his chest repeatedly, making him bark out in laughter. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“that was so rude! you were supposed to say ‘no, you could never be pathetic!’” i join in his laughter as he grabs my wrists, stopping my weak assault.

“that would be lying, y/n, and lying is immoral.”

“you know what else is immoral, Jack Rowden Hughes?” i ask. “calling your girlfriend pathetic!”

he pulls me into a hug, planting a light kiss on the top of my head.

“i love you. you know that, yeah?”

“yeah, i know that. i love you too.” i feel a nudge on my butt and look down to see the dog gazing up at me. “eh, i guess you’re not so bad, boyfriend stealer.”

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nj devils #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders

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dragons-hoard-of-fandoms · 8 months ago

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(Murder Drones Episode 7 spoilers!)

THEY CHANGED THE INTRO V IS OFFICIALLY DEAD FUNERAL'S ON THURSDAY

Cult. It's a cult. This is definitely a cult. They probably don't even realize it but it is undeniably some kind of cult.

Nori what are you doing. Nori why are you like this.

The cross is a USB??

They're keeping the Drones themselves in the lockers??

Of course the unpaid intern whose opinion doesn't matter is the only one with any sympathy for them.

Pink Solver core?? SOLVER LIZZY?!?

Ah great, the Envy shippers are gonna be using this as "proof" that he's still in love with V.

HE IMMEDIATELY APOLOGIZED HE LOVES HER SO MUCH

Tessa. Stop. I was willing to give you the benefit of a doubt but you're not doing yourself any favours.

And now she's being racist. Way to go.

"The power of a black hole in the palm of my hand."

SEE TESSA ALL YOU DID WAS MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE

THEY'RE BACK THAD AND LIZZY ARE FINALLY RELEVANT AGAIN

Did they change Thad's VA? He sounds different.

Was that V? Is she already back?

N BABY NO DON'T SAY THAT YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS

Eldritch V??

I can't wait for people to meme about his perfectly cut scream there.

Not going near the corpse. Smart move.

Cyn stop. Cyn stop. CYN STOP PLEASE I'M BEGGING I WANT YOU TO BE SYMPATHETIC

She hugged him. That's probably a good thing, right? That's probably proof that the real Cyn is still in there somewhere, right? THAT PROBABLY MEANS SHE MISSES HIM AND IS GENUINELY SORRY RIGHT

Nothin' like a good old-fashioned Robot Uprising Apocalypse, eh? In other news, Skynet is suing the Solver for copyright infringement.

Those admin privileges comin' in handy. Unfortunately they don't do much in the physical world.

Uzi has absolutely no reason to be crawling and scuttling around like a creature right now except for the simple fact that she wants to. Never change, little gremlin.

Oh I don't think you should watch that. N was right, y'know, there's probably stuff down here you don't wanna see.

Why does this remind me of the garbage maze in FNaF Security Breach?

Okay so it's not some kind of disembodied Solver Lizzy core. Don't blame me, the lights looked pink before and the cat ears headphones reminded me of Lizzy's bow.

Familiar?? Nori??? DID N ACTUALLY KILL YOU AND WHY AREN'T YOU BRITISH/MOMMY LONG LEGS

Khan? A hunk? In the words of Professor Membrane, NOT SCIENTIFICALLY POSSIBLE!!!

"How do you know my daughter?" "Well y'see, it all started when we tried to kill each other..."

Oh it was J. Is it bad to say I'm kind of relieved?

Are we getting the cool edgy Khan from the concept art??? Bro why are you so nonchalant about it being the end of the world.

INB4 people go frame-by-frame through the list looking for the most Russian-sounding name and say "THERE, THAT'S DOLL'S DAD"

Tessa was that really necessary? You're giving really bad vibes right now.

Patch? So the Solver can be removed? And she knows? Again, major bad vibes.

*FNaF 2 Foxy jumpscare*

I'm starting to suspect Yeva either can't or chooses not to talk.

Is she saying the Solver wiped her memory of the labs? I guess that would explain a few things.

N being so polite and cute as always.

What do you mean, "found its way back?" Where did it go? Is the timeline completely wrong? Did it start on Copper-9 then go to Earth then return to Copper-9? I'm so confused.

Nori why are you so casual about the prospect of your own daughter being a planet-eating eldritch abomination. This is exactly why I'm worried about the fandom giving you the Rose Quartz treatment.

I told you not to watch it, Uzi.

Welp, so much for Doll. Consider this karma for killing V. But "fight back?" Does that mean it can be resisted?

So now we know where Uzi gets it from.

Tessa no. Tessa stop. Tessa STOP. TESSA STOP YOU'RE NOT EVEN TRYING TO PRETEND TO HELP ANYMORE

YEAH N SAVE YOUR GIRLFRIEND

Whoa, didn't see that coming. No face reveal?? Does that mean she really is a Drone???

WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET THEM BE HAPPY

Imagine meeting your daughter for the first time and she's currently being possessed by an eldritch abomination masquerading as her boyfriend's dead sister.

Every time I think this episode's about to end on a cliffhanger it doesn't.

EVEN WHEN SHE'S BEING POSSESSED BY AN ELDRITCH ABOMINATION MASQUERADING AS HIS DEAD SISTER HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN LET HER BE HURT AND IT WAS ENOUGH TO SNAP HER OUT OF IT FOR LIKE HALF A SECOND HOW COULD ANYBODY SAY THEY'RE NOT IN LOVE

Oh no, now people are gonna write fics about Nori being vored by her own daughter.

"Hang out" is code for "date." "Hang out" is code for "boyfriend and girlfriend." "Hang out" is code for "madly in love with each other." "HANG OUT" IS CODE FOR "WE MAKE SWEET AND PASSIONATE LOVE TOGETHER EVERY SINGLE NIGHT WE'RE ALREADY PLANNING THE WEDDING AND I'M GONNA WEAR THE DRESS AND WE'RE GONNA NAME OUR KIDS GLOCK AND BAYONET"

Literally smacked the sense back into her.

Imagine meeting your mom for the first time and you don't know who she is and she's a gross little fleshy crab-spider-thing similar to what your boyfriend's jerk boss turned into so you punt her into a bottomless pit and she makes a dodgeball noise.

LOOK AT HER REACTION SHE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT "HANG OUT" IS CODE FOR SHE JUST DIDN'T REALIZE HE THOUGHT OF IT THAT WAY TOO

My last two brain cells while watching this episode. Now would be a really good time for you two to kiss.

Oh good gosh she's not dead. Okay it wasn't at all necessary to put your head on backwards.

CYN IS HUMAN NOW??? OR IS SHE WEARING TESSA'S BODY LIKE ENNARD DID WITH MICHAEL

NO JUST LEAVE THEM ALONE ALREADY

Sorry J but you're still not plot relevant yet, you're not allowed to participate.

J: *sees the railgun* *has war flashbacks*

UZI YOU CAN'T SACRIFICE YOURSELF RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM AND TELL HIM TO "DIE MAD" AS YOUR LAST WORDS THAT IS LITERALLY NOT OKAY

*Uzi falls* *screen fades to white* *UNDERTALE*

The Void???

Glitch I beg of you please don't make us wait another half a year for the next episode. And Liam please don't let it end after one season.

#Murder Drones #Liam Vickers Animation #Glitch Productions #Murder Drones Episode 7 #Murder Drones Spoilers #Uzi Doorman #Serial Designation N #Nori Doorman #Absolute Solver #Murder Drones Cyn #Tessa Elliot #Murder Drones Doll #NUzi #Biscuitbites #Goldenbat #Posting this the day after 'cuz I hit the post limit yesterday #My drafts are clogged with SO much MD stuff right now #It's gonna be backed up for days #Straight From the Dragon's Mouth

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vanillablankcanvas · 4 months ago

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You have a headcanon/idea for broppy proposal (they both proposed at the same time and it's cute)

But what about other brothers. Did they propose? Were they proposed to? Any ideas?

TROLLS PROPOSING

I keep changing my mind how I picture the Broppy proposal. My post planned out what basically everyone else is doing during, but not really the whole set up for the actual proposal.

Branch and Poppy Proposal

Poppy is hard to surprise.

If he steps one TOE into a jewelry store, the whole village would immediately know what's coming, so he makes the ring himself.

All those invitations he kept? He used them to spell out 'Will You Marry Me?'

And you know as he was actually speaking the words she also pulled out a ring and asked him.

Clay and Viva Proposal

With the Bergens help they moved a bunch of the Hole n Funs buildings to Pop Village.

It left the Hole n Fun practically empty.

Viva knew this was a good plan but it was still a sad sight to see her former home stripped bare.

Clay had a plan.

Clay appreciated the symbolism of 'starting a new chapter'

He organized a campout with all of the PuttPutt Trolls on the last night there.

When Viva wasn't looking, Clay had the PuttPutts take turns leaving the group and arranging the leftover fairy lights.

Later in the evening, the lights were switched on and they formed a path.

Viva followed them to the highest spot on the course, where Clay was waiting for her.

Right at sunset.

He had a very long, carefully worded speech written ready to go but when the time came he was tongue tied.

So Viva asked him. 😏

And boy does Clay love a good plot twist.

And he cried.

All the PuttPutts were like "FINALLY!"

In celebration the PuttPutts threw the biggest, the loudest and the craziest party ever.

John Dory and Sable Proposal

Everyone was joking about it for months.

Clay and Bruce telling Sable to go for the bouquet at Branch and Poppy's wedding and she's like "Awww you guys want to be related to me so badly huh?" "We like you more than John Dory." 😆

Her elderly mother and father are the kind to make jokes about how she's 'not getting any younger' 😑

They were in the middle of an argument when Sable sarcastically said something like "OH, I GUESS WE SHOULD JUST GET MARRIED THEN?!" And JD is like "YEAH WE SHOULD!"

...

JD "Was that an...actual-?"

Sable "I ugh... maybe now's not the best time to be talking about that. John, we're in the middle of an argument."

"I think that makes this the best time."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know if you know this but Trolls like to argue with me a lot."

😑 "You don't say?"

"But for some reason I love when you argue with me the most!"

🥹

JD "I've spend a lot of time alone, waiting for things to happen and I don't wanna do that anymore. No more wasting time."

"When I'm here, with you, I'm not a former pop star or the Kings brother or nothing. I'm just... John Dory and you make me feel like I'm enough."

🥹

"So Sable, wanna maybe go get married?"

"You've rehearsed this haven't you?" 🥹

"I'll tell you when you answer the question." 😏

"You are such a moron but you are my moron. Yes, John Dory I would very much like to marry you."

*Pumps fist* "YES!"

"This does not mean you won our earlier argument."

"Yeah it does! I win! Woo!"

John Dory made their bands out of pieces of her old wooden leg and his leather glove.

Floyd and Boom Proposal

Boom asks Floyd.❤️

He visits Dom's grave to ask permission. 💔

By this point, Branch is officially King of Pop so Boom asks him as well.

He proposed after the last show of a tour, he invited a confused Floyd on stage.

The huge screen on the stage played photos and videos of the two of them.

His brothers were in the front row.

There were a lot of tears. (Floyd)

#trolls cliva #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls movie #trolls band together #character design #trolls brozone #trolls floyd #trolls john dory #trolls clay #trolls branch #cliva #trolls dreamworks #broppy #trolls poppy #branch x poppy #queen poppy #trolls floom #floom

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howlingday · 1 year ago

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BELLADINA VS ARC

Penny: (Snoring in bed)

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Blake: (Shaking Saphron's hand) It's good to meet you~!

Saphron: (Shaking Blake's hand) You too~!

Blake: (Thinking) Is she a threat to my family? I'll find out everything tonight!.

Saphron: (Thinking) Is my brother in danger? I'll determine that tonight!.

Blake: If you don't mind a simple meal, I can make you something to eat quickly!

Saphron: No. You don't need to.

Saphron: As if I'd ever eat anything you make.

Jaune: Saph, please! You don't need to be so mean!

Saphron: I-I'm not being mean!

Saphron: Dammit! I'm letting my emotions get the better of me! Rrgh, that creep's interrogation earlier is getting me all worked up!. I'll need to be careful so I can keep playing as the loving sister at the embassy!.

Jaune: (Thinking) I need to be careful so I can keep playing the loving househusband I need to be! My career as a contract assassin depends on me pretending to be Blake's husband!.

Jaune: Thank you for the lovely flowers, Saph.

Saphron: You're welcome but let me be absolutely clear when I say this. I do not recognize this marriage. You've been married a whole year without telling me! If you want me to give my blessing, you better have a damn good explanation!

Blake: That's a fair request. You asked me to put my faith in you, Jaune, so that's what I'm going to-

Jaune: I... I FORGOT.

Saphron: You... You're saying the reason you haven't told me for more than a year is because...

Jaune: I forgot! Yes!

Saphron: Then what about a few weeks ago, when you said you were taking someone to the party? Why didn't you tell me then?

Jaune: Oh, uh, w-well... I FORGOT THAT I FORGOT TO TELL YOU.

Blake: ...

Jaune: ...

Saphron: ...

Saphron: Well, if that's what happened, I can't really argue with you, can I?

Blake: SHE BOUGHT THAT?!.

Saphron: I swear, you can be so scatter-brained, Jaune!

Jaune: I'm sorry!

Blake: Is... Is this normal for the Arc family?

Blake: Dinner is served.

Saphron: Way to interrupt my conversation, jerk. But I can't say that. I'll just have to keep on a smiling face, even when I choke down her awful... Her awful...

Jaune: W-Whoa, Saph! I know Blake's cooking is good, but you don't have to wolf it down like that!

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Jaune: And then, after a couple dinner, we decided to get married.

Saphron: Where did you have dinner? How often? What did you eat each time? What restaurants and at what point did these immoral rendezvous become an official relationship? What's the real reason you two got married?

Blake: Why does it feel like I'm being interrogated?.

Saphron: What do you two call each other when you're alone?

Blake: Uh... Jaune?

Saphron: JAUNE?! BUT THAT'S WHAT I CALL HIM!. THAT'S OUR THING!.

Saphron: A-And what do you call he, Jaune?! Bee?! Blakey-Boo?!

Jaune: Wh-What?! Er, well...

Saphron: IT'S BLAKEY-BOO, ISN'T IT?! (Slamming down wine)

Jaune: N-No! It's just Blake! Saph, maybe you've had enough to drink...

Blake: Here, I brought some water.

Saphron: Grr! (Chugs more wine)

Blake: I need to divert! Divert!.

Blake: So, uh, Jaune tells me you work at the embassy. That's pretty fancy work, isn't it?

Jaune: Yeah! Pyrrha said you were in Little Menagerie recently!

Saphron: Yeah, but it was just for work. But it's such a beautiful city, I wish I could take you one day.

Blake: ...Little Menagerie, right? Off the south coast of Mistral? I remember studying abroad there when I was a student. I remember eating at some wonderful restaurants there.

Saphron: Oh, well, the next time you go, you should try a little cafe there called "The Orange". It's run by this sweet old woman who makes a delicious stew.

Blake: Oh, I think I've eaten there, too! Is that wine also from Little Menagerie?

Blake: "Yes, that wine...".

Saphron: Yeah, that wine...

Blake: "I bought from this shop on Taurus Street.".

Saphron: I bought from this shop on Taurus Street.

Blake: I hope it wasn't too expensive.

Blake: Let me guess... "200 Lien".

Saphron: Well, it's a little pricey, but I think it's a good deal to get quality wine for 200 Lien.

Blake: I knew it.

Blake: Well, I'm glad you were willing to share it with us.

Blake: I thought this conversation sounded familiar. This is the exact same dialogue from the Atlesian Ace Operatives hand-book. It's used as a way to set up a dialogue about traveling abroad to fictional locations. The Orange was renamed The Tangerine after the old woman retired from back problems and put her son in charge. And that bottle of wine comes from a winery that's in the middle of a drought streak, so it's actually 300 Lien. Everything she's said has been a lie, and if she has access to the Ace-Ops hand-book, then her job at the embassy isn't something low-level. Saphron Arc, if that is her real name, is a high-ranking officer for Atlas.

Jaune: See, Saph? Blake's such a nice sister-in-law, isn't she-

Saphron: (Slams her hand on the table) I... already told you... I DON'T RECOGNIZE THIS MARRIAGE.

Jaune: S-Saph! Don't be rude!

Saphron: You're right about one thing, Blake; it is a pricey bottle, but I can afford it, because I have a wonderful brother who inspired me to work hard for my career! I still remember a time I was too sick to work, and my brother would come home covered in blood just to give me my favorite meals. So I could have my medicine to stand on my own two feet today. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep my baby brother safe. Can you say the same, Blake Belladina? Huh, Blakey-Boo?!

Blake: ...I love your brother with all my heart. I care about her just as much as you do, and our daughter loves her, too. She's an important member of the Belladina family. And I don't care if it's knives or bullets or a high-yield bomb, I WILL protect Jaune from any harm!

Saphron: ...

Saphron: I... I could protect him from knives and bullets, but a high-yield bomb?! I... I couldn't do that... Could I?.

Saphron: ...Prove it.

Jaune: Huh?

Saphron: Kiss my brother right now and prove that your love is real.

Blake: If that's what it'll take to prove it to you, then fine. Jaune, let's kiss each other, just like we do every day.

Jaune: HUH?!

Blake: (Leans in) Shall we?

Jaune: W-WAIT! (Grabs bottle, Chugs what's left) Awright... Lez do thiz...

Blake: (Whispering) Hey, if you don't want to...

Jaune: (Whispering) Nono, this iz my famly too...

Saphron: Hey! Why are you both whispering?! If you aren't a real couple, then stop embarrassing yourselves and- (Shink!)

Jaune: (Barely missed her head) Sh-Shaddup, Saph! Imma show you the depths of our love! (Leans into Jaune) Close your eyes, darling... I'm coming in...

Saphron: Y-YOU'RE ACTING SO LEWD!

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Saphron: Jaune, you should be out there making some other girl happy, not your stuck-in-bed-all-day sister.

Jaune: It's okay, Saph! I don't mind it. Besides, even if you're the only girl I make happy, then that's enough for me.

Saphron: Oh? Was that a marriage proposal?

Jaune: Hee hee! Maybe! If you need me to, I'll take care of you the rest of my life!

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Saphron: WAIT! NO! I STILL NEED YOU TO TAKE CARE OF-

Jaune: I CAN'T DO IT! IT'S SO EMBARRASSING! (Swings fist out)

Saphron: (Cracked in the face by Jaune, Slams into the wall)

Blake: (Slack-jawed, Watching this all happen)

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Penny: (Sits up) AGH! A... A bomb?

Penny: ...

Penny: Zzz...

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Saphron: (Sniffles) I... I get it now... You were so passionate to smear your lips all over this creep's face...

Blake: L-Listen, you're drunk and you're bleeding... Maybe you should-

Saphron: For now, Blake Belladina, my brother's lips are all yours.

Jaune: (Punches) SAPH, STOP!

Saphron: I've let you win this round, Blake Belladina...

Jaune: S-Saph, you're swaying!

Blake: You're both swaying... Are Arcs just naturally light-weight drinkers?.

Jaune: Should I call Terra and have her come pick you up?

Saphron: Please don't drag my wife into this...

Blake: (Smiles, Holds them both)

Saphron: What are you smiling about? Are you enjoying my misery?

Blake: No, not at all. I'm just enjoying the love only two siblings who took good care of each other can share. We should work together to give Jaune the happy life he deserves.

Saphron: ...Don't touch me! (Pushes away) I'll find some way you tricked my brother into marrying you! And if I find out you made him shed a single tear, I'LL HAVE YOU EXEC- I-I mean, I'll... JUST REMEMBER THAT! (Runs away)

Jaune: Be safe on your way home!

Blake: Was she about to say, "She'll have me executed"?.

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Penny: G'morging...

Jaune: Good morning, Penny! I'm sorry you missed Saph last night.

Penny: Saph... Who's Saph?

Jaune: Huh? But I thought you were excited to meet her?

Blake: The way Jaune's sister acted was bad enough...

Penny: Oh! Auntie!

Blake: ...but finding out she's actually a member of the secret police just makes things all the more complicated.

Penny: (Thinking) Secret police?!.

Penny: ...What's that?.

SECRET + POLICE = EXCITING NEW THING!!!

Penny: (Sobbing) Why couldn't I see her?!

Blake: I... I didn't know she'd mean so much to you...

#rwby #spy x family #rwby au #jaune arc #blake belladonna #knightshade #penny polendina #saphron cotta arc #saphron arc

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cfierce116 · 1 year ago

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I Want You Around Part 2

A/N: First off, thank you to EVERYONE who showed love on Part 1. I haven't written anything in 7 years so the getting the love means a lot to me. Anyway, here's part 2. Enjoy.

*Pairings: Solo Sikoa/OC (black fem)

*Warnings: Still 18+, a little tiny mention of smut...for now

*Word Count: Approximately 2200 words...

Fingers snapped rapidly in an impatient manner. “Earth to Sefa! Is anybody home?”

Sefa jolted out of his reverie and turned away from the window he was looking out of. Two sets of curious dark brown eyes stared at him, one pair eyeing him in the rearview mirror and the other pair glancing back to the rear seat of the Tahoe he was lounging in.

“Huh?”

“We said what did you want to eat before we headed to the hotel,” Jon asked his younger brother. “Have you been ignoring us this entire time Uce?”

Sefa dragged a tattooed hand over his face and exhaled. “My bad. I just got a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” Joshua asked as he redirected his attention back to the road.

“Krys.”

“Of course,” the twin brothers replied, smirks gracing their lips.

Sefa rolled his eyes. “I know you not talking seeing as how sappy you are with your wife. You act like a lovesick puppy whenever we’re on the road Jon.”

Joshua snickered. “He got you there.”

“To hell with both of y’all. Anyway, what’s happening with Krys? Y’all good?”

“Yeah we’re good,” Sefa responded. “At least I think we’re good.”

“You think?” Jon asked as his eyebrow raised curiously. “What happened?”

Sefa exhaled as his mind wandered back to his late night conversation with Krys a couple of nights ago. Neither of them mentioned his request again before he left for the road and despite his calm demeanor on the outside Sefa was a nervous wreck inside. When he first decided he would ask her to move in with him, he was certain that Krys would agree since she loved him as much as he loved her. But she still hadn’t gave him an answer and he was starting to wonder if he jumped the gun too quickly.

“I asked her to move in with me.”

“Like to live together?” Joshua asked.

“No to have a sleepover. Yes to live together dumbass,” Sefa quipped with a shake of his head.

“Well what did she say?”

“She said she had to think about it.”

The twins’ faces dropped. “Oh.”

Sefa looked between his two brothers. “Oh what? You think she’s gonna say no?”

“Maybe she really does need time to think about it,” Jon said.

“Or maybe she need to figure out a nice way to tell your ass hell no.”

Jon reached over and slapped Joshua in the chest. “You’re not helping at all.”

“I’m just saying we need to consider all possibilities.” Joshua glanced at the rearview mirror to Sefa again. “But I’m sure it’s what Jon said. She just needs time to think. Living with somebody - especially your girlfriend - is a big step Uce. You’re sure you’re ready for that?”

“Positive,” Sefa responded without hesitation. “She already stays at my place any time I’m home. We spend every second of our free time with one another. We should just make it official.”

“Well are you sure Krys is ready for that?”

“I…Well I don’t know,” Sefa admitted softly. He placed his head in his hands and sighed. “Like I know she loves me but her biggest thing is she doesn’t want to ruin what we have now. And she’s worried moving in together will do that.”

“Take it from somebody who has lived with his wife for over a decade - that’s a valid concern to have. Quite frankly you don’t know somebody until you’ve lived with them,” Jon said.

“Let’s say y’all move in and y’all have some dumbass disagreement. There’s no other place for one of you to run to because y’all share a space. And what if you uncover some annoying trait that she has that drives you insane? Kinda like how Jon hates how his wife refuses to put any item back in its intended place and leaves it laying around anywhere in their house.”

Jon snapped his fingers and pointed at Joshua. “Y’all know I can’t stand a messy space. But I deal with it because I love her and we’ve been married for years. But best believe me it grates my fuckin nerves.”

The three brothers chuckled as Joshua exited the highway and merged onto the local roadway. Signs promoting local eateries passed by them indicating they were getting closer to their destination.

“I hear y’all and I understand where Krys is coming from. But I know in my gut I’m making the right choice,” Sefa declared firmly. “We may not have been together for that long but she’s different Uce. I know she’s destined to be mine forever.”

Sefa's older brothers shared a look with one another at the determination dripping from his tone. They knew when he had his mind focused on a goal there was nothing on Earth that would stop him from succeeding. But as his big brothers, they still felt an obligation to mentally prepare him if his plans didn't work out the way he wanted them to.

“Well what if she says no?” Joshua asked.

Sefa pursed his lips together as he considered the possibility. Despite his confidence that Krys would eventually agree, he still had to consider how he would feel if she said no. There was no doubt that they would still love one another but would it cause a fracture in their otherwise stable relationship?

He simply didn’t know.

Before Sefa could answer, Joshua pulled into the parking lot of Waffle House making Jon audibly groan. Sefa quickly pushed any negative thoughts out of his mind as he watched his older brothers bicker with one another as they exited the truck. He climbed out of the backseat and stretched his arms over his head, his black t-shirt slightly rising and exposing a sliver of skin. He reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out his cell phone. A picture of him and Krys taken earlier that year on his birthday on the lively Miami strip greeted him as he swiftly unlocked his phone. He typed a quick message to her before he slipped into a booth across from his brothers.

“So lemme get this straight.”

Krys glanced up from her phone, an easy smile on her lips as she read the text from Sefa she received a few seconds ago. Her gaze landed on her best friend Imani as she leaned back in the booth across from her, folding her arms over the basic white tank top she was wearing.

“Your boyfriend that you love with all of your heart asked you to move in with him. And you, Krystle Washington, told him you had to think about it?”

“Yes,” Krys replied with a nod. She grabbed her frozen margarita and took a quick sip. “Exactly.”

“And exactly how am I supposed to help you make a decision?”

“You’re supposed to help me think logically about this. You know when it comes to Sefa I can be a little-"

“Dick-notized.”

An embarrassed flush colored Krys face as she flipped Imani the middle finger. “You’re not funny.”

“Of course I’m not. I’m fuckin hilarious.”

The two women shared a look before bursting into a fit of giggles causing the other patrons in the restaurant to glance at their table.

The moment Krys dropped Sefa off at the airport the day before, she immediately called Imani and declared an emergency lunch meeting at their favorite Mexican restaurant. Besides Sefa, Imani knew her better than anyone else in her life since they’ve been friends since their undergrad days. While Krys moved through life in an impulsive manner, Imani planned everything. She never made a decision unless she weighed all of the pros and cons and always had a back up plan. On the outside looking in, the two would not look like they would mesh well as best friends. However, they both offered one another something they needed: In Krys, Imani had a friend that encouraged her to let loose a little and to ignore her perfectly crafted plans. Meanwhile Imani was the one Krys knew she could count on to ground her in reality instead of allowing her to get lost in her whimsical fantasy world.

“Imani give me some credit. I actually held off on making a choice the night he asked me.”

“Which I must say I’m shocked. Because you and I both know you’re the kind to act first and ask questions never in most scenarios.”

“Yes but living together with your boyfriend is a huge commitment.”

“It is. Sharing a mutual space with one another. Dividing expenses. Having to agree on the same toilet paper to use. All important aspects.”

“And I love Sefa. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have reservations.”

“Such as?”

Krys sighed as she ran a hand over her curly hair that was styled in a messy top bun, her index finger toying with the salted rim of her glass. “Things are just going really well with us right now even with him constantly being on the road. But what if we move in together we realize that we were better off having our own space and freedom? That we’re not compatible enough to live with one another? What if it causes us to break up?”

Imani placed her fork down on her plate and reached across the table grabbing her friend’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “You’re absolutely right. Those possibilities could happen. But I’m certain they won’t.”

“Why?”

“Because Sefa adores you. If he could he would give you the entire world. And we both know he doesn’t let many people close to him. Him asking you to live with him is a giant leap that he’s taking as well. But he’s willing to take it because he loves you so much. And with the limited knowledge that I have about the way he thinks, I know he wouldn’t have asked you if he wasn’t absolutely sure about y’all relationship. Now I know I’m the last person who would say something like this but let’s think about the good things that could happen if you moved in with him.”

“Like what?”

“The bond you share with him could grow stronger. Y’all could grow closer. Y’all could fall in love even more. Hell it might even lead to…”

Imani trailed off as Krys felt anxiety fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She would be lying to herself if she said the image of her marching down the aisle to an awaiting Sefa didn’t cross her mind once or twice. But that’s what made this dilemma so challenging. She didn’t want her choice to fuck up the best thing that had happened to her in years. And most importantly, she didn’t want to hurt Sefa.

What initially started off as her accepting a date from a handsome new NXT recruit months after she started her new job as a photographer for WWE had blossomed into something even her idyllic brain couldn’t dream of. From the moment their lips first touched on their first date, Krys knew Sefa was different from the prior men she dated. Yes the sex was breathtaking. But their connection went deeper than that. He was stoic on the outside but possessed a heart full of gold that only Krys and others close to him got to witness. He always surprised her with how he paid attention to every detail about her from how she liked her coffee (with five creams until the liquid matched her complexion) to how she preferred to wear her curly hair (a top knot bun to avoid her thick mane laying on her neck in the Florida humidity). He didn’t speak much but when he did, his deep, strong voice oozed into her ears like liquid gold causing her to hang onto every word he said, fantasizing about the different spots on her body she wanted his thick lips to caress.

But one of the most important aspects of their relationship was that Sefa accepted Krys for the person she was instead of trying to change her into what he thought the perfect girlfriend should be. He made her feel safe to show him the true her. With her exes, she always felt the pressure to conform her personality to merge seamlessly with theirs. But Sefa never made her feel that way. He was a loner and she was a social butterfly. She constantly wore her emotions on her sleeve while he hid his under lock and key unless he really trusted you. On paper, the two of them were like oil and vinegar. But to anybody that saw them together they were perfect for one another. While she had her concerns about living with him and their relationship advancing to the next level, Krys couldn’t ignore what she knew deep down in her core.

Sefa was the man she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with.

“I know that look all too well.”

The sound of Imani’s voice interrupted Krys's thoughts. Her eyes landed on Imani's smirking face. “What?”

“I know you called me out to help you decide but let’s face it. Krys you already knew what you wanted to say the night he asked you,” Imani said. “Remove what I think and what Sefa wants from the equation. What would make Krys happy?”

Krys bit the corner of her lip , silently considering her friend's words before reaching for her purse on the seat next to her and pulled out her cell phone. Her eyes fell on the background photo of her and Sefa standing in front of his mother’s large Christmas tree the year before as she entered her lock code, the device immediately landing on the message thread between the two. Before her fears could stop her, Krys typed out a simple three word text.

Yes.

#solo sikoa #solo sikoa fanfiction #solo sikoa fic #solo sikoa x oc #solo sikoa imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine

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xxkitty13 · 1 year ago

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Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

Young reader (20's)

Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 6

Next Chapter: Part 8

Previously: To keep Yasi from suspicion, y/n joins the circus. In a daring act with Cabaji, Buggy is threatened by the new friendship. Y/n reassures the captain that she only has eyes from him. The two end up making and make their relationship official.

Part 7: Beyond the Grave

Everything was painful. Every inch of her body ached. The soreness is nothing like she felt before. However, she does not regret anything.

Y/n drags her feet throughout the plaza. Due to last night festivities, they ran out of food. It is all Richie's fault, he ate everything. She's accompanied by Mohji, who Buggy blamed and sent him out to retrieve goods.

He hides his identity with a cloak and too drags himself around.

"Hey y/n, are we there yet?"

They stop at a market. “Yeah, we’re here.”

At the stand, y/n and Mohji place the essentials into their baskets. They head to check out and are met with Lyla.

“Lyla? What are you doing here?”

The woman smiles. “I offered to look after the stand for my parents.” She grabs the baskets and begin to ring the items. “What brings you here? I’m sure there’s plenty of food at the house.”

She then looks at the man beside her. “Is this for your friends?”

“Friends?”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Huh?”

“That you joined the circus.”

Y/n and Mohji look at each other, she’s not supposed to know that.

"Um, how did you find out?" she barely spat out.

Lyla only laughs. "Y/n, I've known you long enough to know you were the masked woman."

"You were there last night?"

"Everyone was. I'm sad you didn't mention it to me," she glooms.

The items were placed into bags and given to Mohji, who complained about carrying them.

"Is it only you that knows?"

"Everyone knows. We were all taken aback that little y/n is able to pull those stunts." Lyla goes to hug her sister. "You should've seen the tantrum Yasi did outside the tent. He was furious," she cackled.

Y/n's face furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, he was so jealous of that man you were paired with. He yelled out that he should've been the one on stage with you."

Y/n facepalms. "Yasi and his big mouth," she mumbles.

"I think you did great. Everyone is talking about you and the performance. They want to see more."

She looks at her sister, uneasy at the predicament she's in. This is not the outcome she wanted from the show. Now she's the talk of the town. The unwanted attention will surely fiddle with her investigation.

"Well, thank you Lyla. I wanted to keep it a secret, I'm sorry if I didn't tell you," she says this to her, hoping to deter the situation.

Lyla pats her head. "Of course, I get it."

Y/n singal Mohji to leave. "Okay, I got to go. I'll keep in touch with you." She waves goodbye and exits the stand.

Mohji coughs, "What do we tell the captain?"

"I'll figure it out. He's a bit cranky today and we don't want to make it worse. Lets just rush out of here before more people see me."

He nods in response and the two quickly head to the circus grounds.

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"What do you mean they know?!"

Buggy spits his drink out, spitting all over Mohji. The tamer sighs at his drenched fur vest.

"I met with my sister at the market and said that Yasi told everyone."

"That brat again? I guess we should have seen that coming." He drags his face with his hand. "Well, let's not panic. You joining the circus doesn't mean anything. . . I hope."

Cabaji enters the meeting room and is meet with a dark gaze from his captain. He notices this and nervously avoided further contact.

"Why are you looking at me like that, captain?"

Buggy growls, "You know exactly why!"

"N-no sir, I do not."

"Grr, why did you have to be so touchy with y/n, huh?" He grabs him the collar and brings his face close to his, nose to nose.

"Oh, that. . . it was only mutual sir. It's just a performance, nothing else. Y/n agreed to it-"

"Tsk, shut it. Don't you ever do that again! You understand?!"

"Aye captain," he salutes, trembling at the matter.

Y/n only laughs at the commotion, getting the attention of Buggy.

"Why are you laughing? Is this funny to you?" he says, visibly annoyed.

She tried to contain her laughter, the pirate is jealous, and she finds it endearing. "Leave Cabaji alone Buggy. It's over."

"Don't make things worse y/n," Cabaji huffs.

"Are you defending him?"

"What? No, no, there's nothing to worry about." She grabs his hand and smiles at him.

"What you need to do is suppress that anger and focus on our mission." Buggy only huffs and stops his tantrum.

His men look at each other, surprised she was able to stop the angered captain. It is not an easy task to do.

"Fine, you're right." He looks at Cabaji and Mohji. "Is there anything new so far?"

"Our men have no new information at the moment. The only thing out of the ordinary is the supply of explosives that were carried away from the Abask mansion the other day," Mohji says.

"They were taken to a port that same day," Cabaji adds.

Buggy is skeptical about the transportation of those explosives, especially coming from them. "Tell our men to investigate that further. Our enemy has weapons on hands, we can't let that go unchecked."

They both nod and leave the room.

"Oh Buggy, I forgot to tell you that I'm visiting the cemetery today."

"What for?"

"To visit my parents' grave."

His grip tightens on her hand. "I'll go with you."

"You don't have to, you're busy with the investigation."

Buggy reels her in his arms and pecks her forehead. "What man would I be if I don't accompany my woman."

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The people of the island believed in total separation of the dead from the living. Which is why the cemetery is located deep in the woods of the island. Y/n thought it was ridiculous, death is feared, she knows that. But it is a natural thing in life, everyone will die.

It’s been a while since she last visited the deserted place. People bury the dead and are forgotten, she hates it.

They arrive at the gate entrance. The metal fence is rusty from the oxidation. The gate doors creak at the opening, the sound eerie to the ears. The day is sunny, but cold, the breeze makes it almost unbearable. She leads the way into the cemetery, following the barely visible trails.

The gravesite resides at a small corner of the gated land. The two tombstones were placed next to each other- the names of her parents, Jackie and Zimik, are engraved on the stone. Oddly, the rest of their names are not shown.

“So these are your real parents, huh.”

Y/n sits down on the grass, facing the tombstones.

“Yes. I don’t have many memories with them, they died when I was really young.”

Buggy placed his hand on her shoulder and sits next to her.

“The memories I have of them mean so much to me, but I’ve always been more fond of my mother. They divorced when I was four years old, so I didn’t spend much time with my father. I know very little about him.”

The pirate only listens. He wonders what it is like to have two parents. It was not the moment to speak about his past to his partner.

“I’ve always wanted to follow my mother’s footsteps. To be bold like her. She ran way from home and set sail around my age. Explored the seas and joined a circus. It was questionable, all of it, but she did whatever she wanted,”— she paused and continued— “I don’t think I can be like her. She was never afraid of anything.”

A tear flowed down her cheek. “I just wanted to tell my mother that I did acrobatics, like how she used to do.”

She quickly wiped the tear, not wanting to make the visit emotional.

“I didn’t know your mom was an acrobat. That explains why it came easy to you,” he says, trying to lift the mood.

The woman chuckles in response. “I don’t know about that. Skills are not passed down through genetics.”

“There you go smarty pants.”

She sighs, “She’s the reason I’m fascinated over the circus. You know she’s the one you gave me that doll.”

Buggy raises his brow. Everything makes sense now. "I see."

They continue to sit in silence. The winds cause the branches to sway, creaking at the movement. Birds chirp and sing, providing a peaceful scenery. Lost in her thoughts, a shadow moved from the corner of her eye. She snaps her head to see what it could be, but there is nothing out of the ordinary.

"Is something wrong?" Buggy asked.

Y/n turns to face him. "Uh,"— a shadow passes behind the graves— "I don't know. . ."

The pirate turns around and is met with the empty vast graveyard. He looks back at the woman, who eyes followed to the right. He tried to follow but sees nothing.

"Are you seeing something?"

The shadow becomes frantic, it circles around them and flies off to the main trail. Y/n gets up and chases after it.

"Hey, where are you going?" Buggy gets up from the ground and runs after her.

Surprisingly, the ball-like shadow waits for her in the middle of the dirt trail. It directs y/n off the trail and into the middle of the cemetery. She follows it, walking through the dry yellow grass. The dark sphere disappears in front of a large temple. A cold breeze passes by, sending chills down her spine.

"Y/n, why did you take off like that?"

Buggy approaches her and stops his tracks. They stand in front of a grand stone tomb, the largest one in the graveyard. He wonders what brought y/n to it.

"I'm sorry, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"What do you mean?"

"I-"—she exhales— "you'll think I'm insane."

"I won't know if you don't tell me."

She briefly looks at him and hesitates to answer.

"I'm able to connect with the dead. . ." she mumbles.

The silence is unnerving, the pirate only stares at her. She becomes jittery, the memory of her childhood floods her. The intense bullying and mocking from everyone flash in her mind. The thought of Buggy laughing at her broke her heart.

The pirate opens his mouth to speak, but laugher does not emit.

"I believe you."

"Huh?"

Y/n looks at him utterly confused. "You believe me? Why?"

"Why would you lie?"

Astonished, she goes to hug him. Buggy stands there puzzled; he slowly wraps his arm around her. Y/n begins to sob as her embrace tightens around his torso. He rubs her back as her tears wet his vest.

"You're the first person to believe me." She lets go of him and sniffs, wiping the running tears. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me," he says, cleaning the last tears from her cheek.

"It means so much to me that you do. Everyone in this town thought I was crazy as a kid,"— she pauses—" They avoided me like the plague."

She holds back another emotional outburst and leans her head onto his shoulder. "At one point I abandoned the spirits so I could be normal. I stopped visiting many years ago, I think they're angry at me."

"Why would an angry spirit guide you here?"

Y/n stops to think. The pirate is right, the spirit would have made its anger known. It is an odd situation. She looks at the old gravesite, it is the grave of the island's founder, Febe.

"Why would it take me here?"

Buggy steps closer to it, the tombstone is extravagant, beautiful floral patterns are engraved throughout the walls. The pillars that situate at all four corners are covered with invasive vines. Taking a closer look at the stone, the material is degrading, the temple is ancient. At the front of it, an engraved figure of a woman is barely visible. The woman appears to reach for the sky, almost worshipping it.

He walks up the small steps that are around it and stands in front of the artwork. With his hands, he slides his hand over the walls, removing the dust. During the process, his hand presses against a certain spot of the wall, a block sinks in. The building shakes and the temple walls reveal a secrete opening inside.

The couple look at each other and enter the entryway. The place is pitch dark and small.

"Shit, we can't see a thing. Wait, I think I have something." Buggy pulls out a match box and lights a match. The flame slightly illuminates their surroundings.

"Why do you have that?"

"Reasons."

She scoffs. "Whatever, it will do."

Buggy uses the light to take a closer look at the walls. Strange writing is engraved. Y/n observes the symbols carved throughout the inner temple, at the middle wall, different artworks are displayed. A large sun symbol followed by various weather symbols cover it.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Beats me." Buggy shrugs, unamused at the findings.

"I'm so lost. What is this? This is not in the island's records. . ."

The pirate notices an image that catches his eye. He runs to the wall and places his hand on it.

"What is it?" y/n asks.

"This symbol, it's identical to the one on the map."

The image of a cross is situated at the corner of the wall. The pointed curled tips are a detail that is unique to it. An important resemblance that cannot be missed.

"What could it mean?" Buggy stares hard at it. More and more things are connecting, but none of it makes sense. The map, the spirit, and the hidden room, it seems that the island's past is slowly being revealed.

Y/n runs her fingers over the cross. The mysterious spirit clearly meant for them to see the room inside the temple, but what message does it convey? She sighs and takes mental note of the engraved symbols.

"I'll have to do some further digging on this. Let's head back to the tent, there's nothing more we can do."

Buggy nods in agreement.

.°˖✧.°˖✧

Smoke fills the decorative office, leaving a trail of burnt fine paper. A door opens, allowing the person to take a whiff of the obnoxious aroma. The person waves the grayish smoke out of his view and enters the well-lit space.

"Father, please open a window," he coughs.

"A little smoke won't harm you."

At the left side of the room sits Yasi’s father, Kija, at his large desk. His legs are crossed, taking another puff of the cigar. The man stands up, towering over the furniture, and approaches his son.

Yasi is a spitting image of his father. Except the man’s age is clearly presented through his wrinkles and excessive smoking. Despite that, he maintains a charming and confident look.

"So, when are you going to present your finance to the family? I've been waiting."

"Oh, about that. . ." Yasi scratches the back of head and averts his gaze to the other side of the room.

"What did I tell you about that Yasi. It is almost time we get a future heir to the family. A bride is vital at this standpoint."

"I-I um. . . I'm working on that."

The man scoffs. "Working on that. Stop with the excuses."

"Forget it father, that woman clearly has no interest in me. I think it's time I move on."

A burst of laughter fills the room. "Yasi, you got to be kidding me. You're an Abask. We take what we want. Tell me, what's stopping you?"

Yasi hesitates to answer, the explanation is beyond embarrassing. "It's the clown. . ."

His ears perk up at the statement. "The clown? Don't tell me it's that good for nothing pirate."

He shakes his head and sits back down on his leather chair.

"I knew he would be trouble,” he mumbles. He puts the cigar on his mouth and puffs more smoke into the room. "Well then, it's time we implement a plan."

"And what would that be?"

"Invite her to the mansion. We will host an extravagant dinner that she cannot refuse. Send her my personal invitation."

He hands Yasi an envelope. It is clear to him that his father has already began a scheme.

“Don’t worry about the marriage proposal. I’ll take care of it.”

With that, he escorts his son out the room, not giving time for answers. Yasi stands outside the door and looks at the envelope in his hands. He gulps, it will not be an easy task.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Sixteen

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Sixteen: Adults Continue to be Clueless

Summary: (Y/N) learns about the prophecy and finally gets a win after everything going wrong.

“You know, I really don’t like it when you get this serious,” said (Y/N) as they sat down across from Lucifer on the couch. “It’s very out of character.” They looked at Em beside them. “Don’t you agree?”

“I don’t think I can make fun of my boss,” replied the demon.

“Well, I can, and I think he’s ridiculous, but he should stay ridiculous because that’s who he is,” said (Y/N) with absolute confidence.

“Thank you for that,” said Lucifer, pleased. “I do prefer having fun.” He cleared his throat. “But, uh, we do need to have a talk.”

“This feels very official.” Eve grinned. “How exciting! I’ve never had a serious talk like this in forever.”

(Y/N) and Em exchanged looks. Leave it to Eve to think serious topics could prove new and exciting. They were considering giving her some sort of wakeup call. (Or, (Y/N) was, and Em would create an alibi).

“Yes, well, this is going to be hard.” Lucifer sat down. “The Detective spoke to Father Kinley.”

“The crazy priest who tried to kill you and me?” said (Y/N).

“Yes,” said Lucifer, heart clenching at the memory.

Em’s eyes narrowed, and she clenched their fists. She hated that she hadn’t been there to help (Y/N).

“What did he do this time?” asked (Y/N).

“Kinley spoke about a prophecy,” said Lucifer. “Now…I have already accidentally participated in half of the prophecy, and although I don’t believe in prophecies, I’d prefer not to accidentally finish this one.”

“What is the prophecy?” asked Eve, leaning forward in interest.

Lucifer cleared his throat. “ ‘When the Devil walks the Earth and finds his first love, evil shall be released.’ ”

“Yikes,” said (Y/N).

“What does that mean?” asked Em. “I mean, some people think gay people are evil.”

“Well they already got released a long time ago,” snickered (Y/N). “I mean, we’re running around.”

Em snorted and grinned.

“I’d prefer not to find out what it means,” sighed Lucifer. “And since I’m already ‘walking the Earth,’ I just need to handle the rest. Unfortunately, it does seem quite legit, so…” He looked at Eve. They had to break up.

“Wow,” said Eve. “I had a feeling…Or maybe I just knew all along.”

Is she actually going to understand? thought (Y/N).

“Knew what?” asked Lucifer in confusion.

“That you love me!” said Eve, smiling brightly.

Never mind, adults continue to be clueless.

“Right…and how exactly did you end up there?” said Lucifer.

“The prophecy, silly!” said Eve. “I mean, if you believe it to be true, then ‘when the Devil walks the Earth and meets his first love’ means you consider me your first love. Ergo, you love me!”

(Y/N) and Em looked at each other incredulously. They both disagreed with that conclusion. However, they did so for different reasons. (Y/N) thought that Chloe was Lucifer’s love and supported that. Em, though, considered (Y/N) to be Lucifer’s first love. After all, love didn’t have to be romantic, and the first human, first being, that Lucifer ever cared for was (Y/N). Em had seen the changes Lucifer went for to be a better person and a proper father for (Y/N). If that wasn’t love, she wasn’t sure what was.

Lucifer stared in astonishment at Eve as she grinned, leaned up, and kissed him. (Y/N) and Em pretended to throw up.

“Oh, my god, I can’t believe that you said it first,” said Em giddily. “I’ve been dying to say it for so long.”

“Have you?” said Lucifer. “Interesting that you should focus on that part of the prophecy.”

“Yeah, how about the ‘evil will be released’ part. I think that’s pretty important,” said (Y/N). “You know, just a little bit concerning.”

“Yes, precisely,” said Lucifer. “And as that is the relevant bit, I’m afraid that means that you and I, Eve, need to, you know…break up.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and Em grabbed their hand before they celebrated in front of everyone.

“No,” said Eve, smiling.

“No?” repeated Lucifer in confusion. He looked at (Y/N) for help, and they shrugged.

“Lucifer, I see what you’re doing,” said Eve.

“Do you?” said Lucifer doubtfully.

“Yes, you’re scared,” said Eve gently. “ ‘Cause you’ve been hurt before.” She smiled at Lucifer. “You don’t have to worry, okay? I promise you that I will never, ever, ever give up on you. You know why?”

“Surprise me,” sighed Lucifer.

“Because I love you, too,” said Eve. She smiled, kissed Lucifer on the cheek, and left.

Lucifer stared after her. “Shit.”

“Shit indeed,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms.

They were more than a little frustrated about Eve not taking this seriously and completely ignoring that she and Lucifer needed to break ((Y/N) was deciding to put all the love issues aside. They could only deal with one piece of drama at a time).

“You need to just straight up tell her you want to break up with her,” said (Y/N).

Em nodded. “A straightforward approach is best with people like Eve.”

“Oblivious people,” clarified (Y/N). They brightened. “You could bring her to Linda. If she can get through to you, she can get through to Eve.”

“I’ll pretend I’m not offended by that because it’s a good idea,” said Lucifer cheerfully. He sighed. “And I need a good idea.”

“Good luck,” said (Y/N), waving as Lucifer walked off to call Linda and try to get this handled as soon as possible.

“It’s a good idea, but it’s not gonna work,” said Em.

“You’re right, but we’ve got to try everything we can,” said (Y/N).

“Do you really think Eve is Lucifer’s first love?” asked Em.

“Not at all,” said (Y/N) instantly.

“You could not have said that faster,” said Em with a grin.

(Y/N) shrugged. “I mean, it’s super obvious Lucifer is in love with Chloe. He’s just having one of his insecure moments, so Eve swooped in.”

Em looked at them out of the corner of her eye. So, even you’re being oblivious. Even (Y/N) had their bad days, and it seemed that for once they weren’t seeing what was going on. Lucifer loved them. Yes, he loved Chloe, but he loved (Y/N) as his child, and that was stronger and had come much sooner than him loving Chloe. He had always been attracted to her and cared for her, but (Y/N) was his first love—his first bit of true family on Earth.

“Right…” said Em.

“What?” asked (Y/N).

“Nothing, you’re just amusing,” said Em, grinning and shaking their head.

“What does that mean?” demanded (Y/N).

“Nothing, Birdie, don’t worry,” said Em. They looked at (Y/N). “But do you mind if I keep watch?”

“Keep watch?” (Y/N) looked at her in confusion.

“The prophecy does worry me,” said Em. “Lucifer obviously doesn’t love Eve, so if the prophecy does end up being true, there could be some danger.” Em gazed at them. “And I don’t want you to get hurt.”

(Y/N) turned pink. Their crush worried about them? Holy Hell, (Y/N) knew they were overdue some wins in their life, but they weren’t expecting that. “I mean, I don’t—I can handle myself, but, uh, I wouldn’t say no to hanging out.”

Em grinned. “You can’t get away from me if you tried.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said (Y/N), turning away.

“Don’t get mad, Birdie, it’s just the truth,” said Em, slinging an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders as they left together.

“One day I’m going to send you straight back to hell,” said (Y/N).

Em just smirked. “No, you won’t.”

“Shut up.”

“Birdie!”

(Y/N) groaned as they were woken up and kept their eyes tightly closed. “If evil hasn’t been released on earth yet, I’m not getting out.”

“What if I said we have a solution to the Eve and Lucifer issue?” said Em, sitting down on (Y/N)’s bed.

That made (Y/N) open their eyes, but they didn’t move. “Have they broken up?”

“Not yet, the Linda idea backfired. She and Eve get along too well,” said Em.

“Damn,” muttered (Y/N).

“But I saw something interesting down in Lux,” said Em.

“You were in Lux?”

“I don’t have to sleep, and I get bored,” said Em, shrugging. “Also, I steal snacks.”

“I’m not getting up if you’ve just found snacks. That’s for like three am, and it’s barely one,” said (Y/N).

“I found Eve and Maze talking in Lux, and they were getting pretty close,” said Em, getting to the point.

(Y/N) sat up. “Please tell me it looked gay.”

“It was so gay,” promised Em.

“So do we think we can push them together?” asked (Y/N). “I mean, I don’t like Lucifer and Eve, but her and Maze…I can get behind that. It gets her out of my hair, and it’s about time Maze gets some love. Eve needs some, too.”

“I thought you didn’t like her,” said Em, amused.

“I don’t, but I don’t think she deserves to be lonely forever,” said (Y/N). They yawned. “So, what do we do to help this along?”

“Get Lucifer and Eve to properly break up, then get Eve and Maze to spend more time together to discover themselves.” Em shrugged. “Then they find self-love and love in each other and it’s all happily ever after.”

“And we don’t have to deal with the drama anymore!” said (Y/N). They grinned. “Fantastic! It’s about time I get a win.” They rolled out of bed and stretched. “Time to get Lucifer to break up with her.”

“Now?” said Em.

“Lucifer is probably up right now having an existential crisis, so it’ll be good to break him out of that and finally stop this stupid relationship,” said (Y/N) eagerly.

“I thought you wanted to sleep,” said Em in amusement.

“Listen, Em, it’s worth losing a little sleep if I can handle this all.” They sighed dreamily. “Then I can sleep in tomorrow.”

They walked upstairs into the penthouse and paused when they saw Eve and Lucifer already talking on the balcony. Em and (Y/N) glanced at each other questioningly.

“Eve, I want to break up with you,” said Lucifer. “I should’ve said it straightaway.”

“I don’t…understand,” said Eve. “I’ve been trying so hard to please you. I’ve made friends with all your friends.”

“Yeah, see, that’s just it,” said Lucifer gently. “You shouldn’t have to change for anyone. And neither should I. Eve, I have been trying so hard to make you happy, too, trying to be someone I’m not. Or at least someone I don’t want to be anymore. And you deserve to be with someone that wants what you want.”

“I want to be with you!” cried Eve.

“And I don’t like who I am with you!” said Lucifer. He swallowed. “I don’t.” He was ashamed. (Y/N) had been disappointed in him, and he refused to let down his kid.

“I—You don’t mean it,” said Eve.

“I do,” said Lucifer.

“I’m just…I’m going to give you some time. And then we can talk again. And we’ll be fine!” said Eve. She swallowed as Lucifer’s expression didn’t change. She reached up to touch his cheek, and he stepped back. Eve looked down and walked away before anything else could go wrong.

She arrived at the elevator and looked at (Y/N) and Em.

“You’ll find someone,” said (Y/N). They weren’t just saying that because they thought she and Maze would be cute. They were being truthful. They did think Eve would find the right person for her, and she’d discover who she was outside of dating people.

“I…Thank you,” murmured Eve quietly. She could see (Y/N) was being kind. They were abrasive and rough around the edges to everyone almost all the time, but they were being soft. Eve wouldn’t take it for granted. She walked past and left the penthouse.

(Y/N) gazed at where Lucifer stood, and Em nudged them forward. “Go on, talk to him. I know you want to.”

“Right,” said (Y/N), walking out to him. “Hey.” They nudged him slightly.

“Ah, (Y/N). I thought you’d be asleep right now,” said Lucifer.

“No.” (Y/N) shrugged and looked at him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not sure,” admitted Lucifer.

“You did the right thing,” said (Y/N). “You guys deserve to be in relationships with the right people for you.”

Lucifer shook his head. “I don’t…That isn’t what I did this for. At least not for the most part.” He looked at them. “I want you to know that I don’t want to become who I was before I knew you. I’m not…I’m not going to become a bad parent.” A bad father to you.

“I know. I trust you,” said (Y/N), smiling at him. “You haven’t let me down before. I don’t think you’ll start now.”

Lucifer smiled softly. “I won’t.” I’ll be a proper father to you.

He reached out and pulled (Y/N) into a hug. (Y/N) smiled and hugged him back. Things were starting to look up. After all, Lucifer and Eve weren’t dating anymore. There was no prophecy to threaten them anymore. (Y/N) would be safe.

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