#now it's 2am and this fic is 1.6k words long

[keesdarlin]

☆// the night market

info! cayde-6 / fluff, ambiguous relationship + gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

notes! first draft on this account - kinda nerve-wracking! also my first time ever writing for cayde -- just a lot of firsts going on. i hope that this is a good way to get this account started. feel free to drop any requests into my inbox! (listen i'm also writing this like cayde never died just for my own peace of mind. i just can't really do that right now just pretend along with me. lil vaguely christmas-themed piece)

it's chilly. the cold bites right through the thinnest layers of your clothes - the ends of your sleeves that cover your knuckles. no armor tonight. it's nice, if you're being honest.

the atmosphere is bright, more festive than you're used to. old string lights hang overhead, swaying as people move about the tents, looking through wares for sale. people chatter away at stalls, haggling without too much seriousness. music plays from somewhere -- wherever it's coming from, you can't see it, but it sounds nice and calm and live. you can't remember the song exactly, but it's familiar. it puts you at ease in the crowd. you just stand in the middle of the hustle and bustle, watching. it's nice to disappear into the crowd every once in a while, to be an observer rather than a protector for just a moment. a reminder of what you're fighting for.

you hum to yourself, your ghost hovering over your shoulder as you watch the motion of the crowd. then you yelp, feeling a purposeful yet awkward nudge against your shoulder. you turn to confront whoever it is with one hand over your chest, the other flying to the carefully concealed holster at your hip, to be met with none other than cayde-6. you force your eyes shut for a second and focus on the exhale that follows, hand falling away from your holster. "you scared the light out of us, cayde!" your ghost cries, shell spinning anxiously.

when you open your eyes, your expression is fairly deadpan, unamused at the slight smile he cracks. "since when are you so jumpy?" he teases, holding a mug in each hand. "i got us some, uh, hot chocolates. isn't that what you do at these things?"

he hands you one awkwardly, twisting his wrist so that you would be able to grab it from the handle. the mugs are metal, well-worn and dented, but just the right temperature to warm your reddening fingertips. "since i'm not wearing any gear," you mutter, holding your mug close to your chest. "and you might wanna be a little more careful with scaring me. i could've shot you." you really did scare us, you know.

cayde scoffs, stuffing one of his hands in his pocket. "seriously? you're packing heat at this little christmas fair?"

silently, you lean into him with your hip leading, just enough for him to feel the pressure of your holster against his leg.

his eyebrows raise in realization. "oh. i stand corrected."

you shake your head, hiding a grin by sipping at your drink. you nod in approval, humming your thanks.

then it's quiet for a beat. your ghost dissipates back to wherever they go when they're not hovering over your shoulder (you try not to think about it too much; the rationalizations can get kind of freaky), and you and cayde are left people watching in the center of the hustle and bustle.

"what are you doing here anyways?" you ask over the edge of your cup, opting to watch a group of friends flit from stall to stall instead of looking over at him. "i thought you weren't coming."

"well, i wouldn't be a very good, uhm..." it's a strong start, but when he turns to look at you as he speaks it's like the wheels in his head start to struggle a little bit. he clears his throat, trying to get himself back on track. "i wouldn't be a very good friend if i let you come by yourself, would i?"

you laugh softly, and the sound is bright, cutting through the buzzing noise of the crowd. "so he does have honor," you tease, finally smiling at him. for a second it doesn't feel quite so cold outside. then your gaze aims straight again and the rest of the atmosphere comes back into focus. "no, you wouldn't be. i would have taken it very personally."

"that so?" cayde looks down at you, amused. his voice rumbles deep and hearty in his chest, like the crackling of a campfire. it feels safe, has you wondering why you thought to bring your sidearm in the first place. but then you remember that he's looking at you, waiting for your response.

"oh, absolutely," you chuckle, and it comes out just a touch too fast, but if he notices he doesn't say anything. just laughs along with you.

the air settles again, both of you sighing into your mugs. "would you like to walk a little bit?" he asks, pulling his free hand out of his pocket and gesturing down the aisle.

you smile, fully this time with teeth and all, and take a step forward. "sure, i'd love to."

so you go, weaving through people and looking through trinkets and laughing at little lighthearted incidents occurring on the periphery of the market, humming along to the music, one of you always close behind the other. and the part of you that thought this would probably be awkward falls silent.

"you know what would go great with this hot chocolate?" you ask over your shoulder, and the brush of his cape against yours tells you that he's coming around the corner of the tent after you.

"what would?"

"some cookies," you say, smiling even though he can't see you. "on me, of course, since you bought the hot chocolate." you turn back into the aisle, deciding that the tent's wares no longer interest you.

cayde scoffs, sounding almost shocked. "listen, kid, you don't have to-"

you glare playfully over your shoulder, following your nose down the aisle to a vendor selling sweet treats. "if it makes you feel better, we can say that i'm only getting you one so that i don't feel bad about getting two for myself. deal?"

and cayde laughs again, breath coming out in wispy puffs. "okay, sure. deal."

the line goes fairly quickly and in no time you hold three chocolate chip cookies, carefully handing one off to the exo man. "thanks," he says awkwardly.

you shake your head. "no problem."

both of you munch on your cookies for a moment before you abruptly look up at him again. "we've never hung out outside of work before," you say as though you're just realizing it.

cayde straightens up at the though. "oh... i guess we haven't really, huh?"

you shake your head.

"guess that makes sense seeing as we're both... always working..." he says shoulders slumping. gosh, how boring.

"do you want to do something?" you ask. "like do something, not just hang out at the market?"

"i, uhm. sure. yeah," he stammers.

you nod to yourself, starting off into the crowd. he scrambles to follow after you.

soon enough he finds the both of you in a bustling field a tiny bit away from the market. it's much more calm out here than in the market even in spite of the number of people around.

"you do this often?" he asks uncertainly, watching over your shoulder as you sit hunched over on the ground, decorating a paper lamp.

"do what often?" you reply, not looking up from whatever it is that you're drawing.

cayde gestures vaguely, floundering for a moment. "this whole night market thing."

"oh." you look up from what you're drawing for a just a moment, staring at the sky. "not really. mostly just for the dawning."

cayde smiles. "so are you a dawning fanatic? do you do the outfits and the presents and the themed parties and all that?"

you wrinkle your nose, laughing lightly. "no, not really. i just like the market. don't have much to decorate with at home."

he nods. "fair enough."

then you turn to him, holding out your pencil. "you draw something on there too."

"oh, i'm not much of an artist."

you roll your eyes. "who cares? just put something on there, anything. it'll make things more fun."

cayde hums a disagreement but starts drawing anyways. once he's done he hands the pencil back to you. you hold the paper lantern up to the light, playfully analyzing it. "it's beautiful," you coo teasingly. he only bumps you with his shoulder in response.

"okay, so now what?" he asks, hands clasped together.

"now," you start, fluffing the lantern open, "we send it off."

cayde nods his head. "and how do we do that?"

you smile and pull a tea candle and a lighter out of your pocket. "with these. see you light it and you put it in the little holder in there, and then it floats. you wanna see?"

cayde smiles down at you and something about how bright the expression is makes you forget that you're out in a field, away from all of the light and holiday chaos of the night market. "sure," he says like it's simple. and you guess it is as you flight your lighter and light the little candle.

he watches as you place the candle in it's little structure. then he helps you lift it above your head, both of you giving it the tiniest boost as it goes on its journey in the sky. you sit in silence together as you watch it float off into space, into the smattering of stars across the sky.

"thanks for coming." you let yourself lean into the warmth of his side. he doesn't protest. it's comfortable there, in this moment, in the air trapped between the both of you. "i normally do this by myself, but it was nice to have company this year."

finally, he peels his eyes off of your little lantern in the sky to look down at you. "i had a great time. 'd love to do it again."

your expression melts into a cozy smile as your brain processes the words. i'd love to do it again sometime. you grin up at him. "deal."

[soobnny]

SKZ MASTERLIST (☆ — my personal favorites)

✰ kim seungmin

eighteen ☆

⇀ best friends to lovers, college au, slow burn (19.8k words)

it takes you a while to realize being known is being loved, and kim seungmin just so happens to be an expert in the study of you

the things we define as love ☆

⇀ strangers to lovers, college au (2.4k words)

a study of love through the lens of a tired photography student who has long given up on romance

i hate that man

⇀ enemies to lovers, college au (5.5k words)

the four times you think you hate seungmin, and the one time you realize that might’ve not been true after all

one in the morning ☆

⇀ roommates to lovers, reader is sick (1.0k words)

roommate seungmin takes care of you when you catch a cold

halfway through summer ☆

⇀ best friends to lovers, fluff, can happen in the universe of “eighteen” (1.0k words)

that one time kim seungmin almost confesses

end of the day

⇀ established relationship, comfort, slice of life (0.8k words)

med student comes home to law student seungmin after a long, tiring shift

pandora’s box ☆

⇀ enemies to lovers, hanahaki au, school au (14.0k words)

seungmin chances you on the day you accidentally puke petals in the men’s bathroom. who would’ve thought this one encounter would lead sworn enemy to help you get your longtime crush’s attention?

cops and robbers

⇀ fuckboy seungmin, college au (3.8k words)

fuckboy kim seungmin takes interest in the quiet, photography major who lives just across his dorm

no other heart

⇀ best friends to lovers, college au (1.4k words)

there is only one person that can get seungmin to do absolutely anything (spoiler alert: you)

ten things kim seungmin says when he thinks you’re asleep ☆ ⇀ established relationship, fluff, a sprinkle of angst

ex!seungmin thinking of u when he graduates ⇀ rly short, angst, exes to ?

dating him ⇀ established relationship, boyfriend headcanons, fluff

✰ han jisung

meet odd ☆

⇀ acquaintance to lovers, college au, fluff (2.3k words)

you get to know han jisung under strange circumstances or alternatively “we live in the same floor and the room between ours always has really loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at 2am… do you want this last bit of ice cream?”

don’t be a stranger

⇀ friends to lovers, college au, fluff, part 2 to meet odd (4.3k words)

you really need to stop meeting han jisung under odd circumstances or alternatively, i accidentally locked myself out of my apartment and you’re offering that i sleep at yours for the night?

to be human ☆

⇀ roommate au, friends to lovers, kind of comfort fic, supernatural au (~1k words)

your shapeshifter friend forgets how to turn back into a human and has a crisis

instead of sorry, i love you

⇀ established relationship, angst to fluff, makeup after a fight (~0.7k words)

inspired by that one han jisung voicemail

loving is terrifying

⇀ best friends to lovers, accidental confessions, fluff (1.6k words)

in the midst of ranting, han jisung accidentally confesses he’s in love with you

han vs homework

⇀ established relationship, lots of kissing, fluff (1.0k words)

ur clingy bf han jisung just wants to kiss u silly

howl and sophie

⇀ best friends to lovers, fluff (0.8k words)

han realizes he’s in love with you

ten things han jisung says when he thinks you’re asleep ☆ ⇀ established relationship, fluff, a sprinkle of angst

dating him ⇀ established relationship, boyfriend headcanons, fluff

✰ hwang hyunjin

practice makes perfect

⇀ best friends to lovers, college au, fluff (2.1k words)

hyunjin stresses how important it is that you help him practice for his role in your university’s upcoming play, especially the kissing scene

a memory kept forever ☆

⇀ best friends to lovers au, fluff (1.1k words)

your favorite memory litters hwang hyunjin (conversation inspired by a lumax scene in s4)

summer strike ☆

⇀ strangers to lovers, found family, fluff (23k words)

having had enough of your life in the big city, you head to a small town where you meet a local librarian who feels a lot like love

the first snowflake

⇀ unrequited love, comfort, best friends to ? (1.0k words)

your best friend comforts you over unrequited love

in the quiet

⇀ idol au, fluff, established relationship (0.6k words)

there is love on stage, and there is love in the background. or in other words, hyunjin holds you in the quiet of his hotel room

ten things hwang hyunjin says when he thinks you’re asleep ⇀ established relationship, fluff, a sprinkle of angst

dating him ⇀ established relationship, boyfriend headcanons, fluff

✰ yang jeongin

imagine (a world like that) ☆

⇀ exes to not so lovers, first love, bittersweet (3k words)

a trip back to busan on his break reunites jeongin with his first and only love — and it has him wondering, if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?

my girl

⇀ established relationship, fluff (1.3k words)

the boys find out their youngest has a gf

ten things yang jeongin says when he thinks you’re asleep ⇀ established relationship, fluff, a sprinkle of angst

dating him ⇀ established relationship, boyfriend headcanons, fluff

✰ lee minho

kiss me

⇀ established relationship, fluff, lots of kissing (1.4k words)

your favorite genre of lee minho is when he’s needy and begging for your kisses after a long exhausting day

winter wind

⇀ best friends to lovers, pining (1.5k words)

a look into lee minho’s realization that maybe he is eager for the affection of someone else featuring the menaces, seungmin and jisung

labyrinth ☆

⇀ best friends to lovers, college au, slow burn, comfort, second love (20k words)

sometimes, the path towards healing involves not only mending your heart but trusting in the love of those who have been there all along, or alternatively, in which lee minho teaches you to love again

another year with you ☆

⇀ established relationship, cozy mornings, fluff, for lee know’s birthday (0.5k words)

waking up to you and his cats, minho couldn’t possibly ask for anything more on his birthday

new year’s day

⇀ established relationship, just quiet and sweet love (0.8k words)

“i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day” inspired by taylor’s new year’s day

the making of a morning person

⇀ established relationship, fluff (1.7k words)

there is still time for love even in busy mornings

ten things lee know says when he thinks you’re asleep ☆ ⇀ established relationship, fluff, a sprinkle of angst

dating him ⇀ established relationship, boyfriend headcanons, fluff

✰ seo changbin

drunk in love ☆

⇀ best friends to lovers, mutual pining, extreme fluff (2.2k words)

getting drunk for the first time with the one person you trust the most doesn’t sound like a bad idea, right? even if you’re madly in love with them?

ten things seo changbin says when he thinks you’re asleep ⇀ established relationship, fluff, a sprinkle of angst

dating him ⇀ established relationship, boyfriend headcanons, fluff

✰ lee felix

when it rains, it pours

⇀ established relationship, hurt/comfort (1k words)

you’re upset. you don’t know why, but felix is there to hold your hand through your sadness

swipe

⇀ strangers to lovers, chronicles of dating apps, felix is flirty, fluff (3.2k words)

i’m not looking to date right now, but my parents just sent me some computer parts and i saw on your tinder bio that you like assembling computers

brownies 4 u

⇀ established relationship, fluff (0.7k words)

there is love in the freshly, baked brownies he bakes for you despite being exhausted

ten things lee felix says when he thinks you’re asleep ⇀ established relationship, fluff, a sprinkle of angst

dating him ⇀ established relationship, boyfriend headcanons, fluff

✰ bang chan

one more month ☆

⇀ established relationship, fluff, idol au (0.6k words)

chan misses you while he’s on tour

coming home ☆

⇀ established relationship, fluff, idol au (0.8k words)

chan surprises you by coming home

shall we dance?

⇀ strangers to lovers, fluff (0.9k words)

chan giving you his shoes when your feet hurt

ten things bang chan says when he thinks you’re asleep ⇀ established relationship, fluff, a sprinkle of angst

dating him ⇀ established relationship, boyfriend headcanons, fluff

✰ ot8

their reaction to you falling asleep on them and telling them you love them for the first time ⇀ established relationship, just extreme fluff

the unsent project (angst edition)

stolen kisses with stray kids ⇀ established relationship, extreme fluff, some might be suggestive ?

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Bickering 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.6k

Summary: Doing one of your favorite activities with your favorite person should be fun, right?

A/N: This is the cat fluff fic. Very loosely related to Fletcher. We’ll see more of her later. 

Warnings: Fluff and minor conflict.

“No, Y/n we’re not getting that.”

You and Wanda are grocery shopping for your weekly dinner with family tonight, and she’s starting to regret coming with you on this trip. Wanda loves spending time with you, but sometimes she realizes that she’s not needed for a particular situation, and sometimes it’s even better if she’s not there.

You would argue otherwise for most things, but grocery shopping is something you enjoy doing in solitude. You’re just used to it that way because Wanda rarely goes out in public with you to do something as mundane as this, so when she tags along, you’re always a little thrown. Not to mention, you aren’t able to sneak as many sweets and junk food when your wife is watching you.

“Come on, Wands! I need some chocolate to keep at work.”

As well as at home and in your car, but you don’t say this out loud. Even though you’re sure that Wanda knows this you would be lying if you said you thought this was an argument you could win tonight. You’re proven right when Wanda reminds you that she’s just as stubborn as you when it matters, and you sigh in defeat as you throw your hands up.

“That’s not what the dentist said, Y/n.”

You knew this was going to come back to bite you at some point. You would admit that you ate a lot of sugar, but you also took really good care of your teeth. You’d gone years without getting a cavity, but this last visit had broken your record and given your wife fuel to try and get you to eat healthier.

“One cavity! I had one cavity, and it was the first in five years.”

“Three years, detka.”

You sigh and roll your eyes in defeat as you put the bag of chocolate back on the shelf with a little more force than strictly necessary. You go to grab the cart and you start to push it toward the end of the aisle, and away from temptation.

“Fine, no chocolate, but I’m making a cheesecake for dinner tonight.”

Wanda knows that this is the best compromise she’s going to get for now. She also knows that you’ll likely just buy yourself chocolate at a later date when she isn’t with you, but she’s not going to think about that right now.

“Alright. As long as you don’t eat too much of it. I’m not staying up until 2 when your sugar high peaks.”

You roll your eyes at this but you can’t help but laugh at the memory. You’d been having a movie marathon sleepover with Yelena and you’d eaten so much sugar that you’d been running around the house at 2am. Wanda had not been pleased and you’d actually slept on the couch that night.

“Fair enough.”

Wanda smiles at you as she hurries to catch up and help you gather the rest of the items on the list. You’re almost done shopping for dinner and you just have a few other household items that you need to replenish. You stifle a yawn as you turn down the aisle with the trash bags, laundry detergent and dog food. You realize your mistake immediately when you see Wanda’s face light up at the sight of the cat treats.

“Wands…”

You watch in horror as your wife grabs three bags of cat treats and puts them in the cart. You stop in your tracks as you shoot your wife a look that she misses completely.

“Hmm?”

“You’re not getting all of those.”

Wanda looks to you with a frown before she realizes that you’re serious. She wants to roll her eyes and huff in frustration at your insistence that she’s fattening up her cat. Sure, she spoils her sometimes with a lot of treats and cuddles, but you spoil Boone as well. She figures it’s only fair that Fletcher gets the same treatment.

“Why not? They’re small. I won’t give her too many.”

That’s a lie and you both know it, but you don’t even bother saying this before you try your hand at negotiating. Wanda can be reasonable when she has to be. However, when her loved ones are involved, she can lose sight of what it means to be reasonable very quickly.

“At least get greenies so she can clean her gross teeth as she gets fat.”

Wanda stops short of grabbing the treat bags as she shoots you an offended look. She abandons them again, leaving you to replace them with dental treats as she puts a hand on her hip.

“Her teeth are not gross, and she’s not fat! Don’t be mean to her.”

You can’t help but laugh at this because God your wife will defend her cat to the ends of the Earth. You sometimes think she likes her more than she likes you, but that’s not something you’re going to bring up now. You’d rather counter her argument with facts that she can’t dispute, but there are times where that doesn’t actually make much of a difference with Wanda. This unfortunately is one of those times.

“I cleaned her teeth last month, Wands. They were pretty gross.”

Wanda doesn’t like this and she’s about to argue, but you cut her off as you address the second part of her argument.

“She’s also a solid 6/9, so she definitely could lose some weight.”

“6/9! That’s not true, she’s just fluffy.”

You don’t know how you ended up having an argument about your cat in the middle of the grocery store with your mobster wife, but this isn’t how you imagined your Sunday going when you woke up this morning. Still, you smile slightly because you wouldn’t have it any other way, even if you did end up annoying Wanda a bit with the truth. You’d had the discussion before, and Wanda had been resistant then as well, but you really didn’t want Fletcher to be fat. She could be a 6 out of 9, 4 and 5 were ideal, but you didn’t want her heavier. As you’d told Wanda, it just made getting around harder and she could have more health issues in the future because of it. This is the part that had made Wanda commit to at least trying to feed her less.

She refused to believe that her cat wouldn’t live to be 25.

However, that was a conversation for another day.

“She is fluffy, my love, but she’s also a big girl. We just need to watch it, and maybe feed her a little less.”

Wanda frowns at this but she doesn’t respond immediately. She knows that you’re right. She just loves to feed her adorable cat treats as she plays with her and teaches her tricks. She had laughed at your idea of getting her an exercise wheel, but maybe it wouldn’t be a horrible idea.

“Alright, doctor. If you say so.”

You smile and grab your wife’s hand as you head toward the check out. You’re exhausted and need to take a nap before you start cooking later.

“This was fun.”

You laugh at this as you roll up to the first line you see. There is a couple in front of you so just turn to your wife with a dubious look.

“Was it? I feel like we argued the whole time.”

Wanda smiles at this as she shrugs slightly. Sure, you two argued, but there were no hard feelings. She knew that Fletcher was fat and that she needed to exercise her more or feed her less. You also knew, cavities or not, that you shouldn’t eat so much chocolate. You smile when Wanda says this and you nod in defeat as you kiss her cheek and rest your head on her shoulder.

“That’s fair, and I still end up getting cheesecake and Fletcher gets her damn treats.”

Wanda just laughs as she starts to unload your groceries onto the belt with a sigh.

“It’s all about compromise I suppose.”

You nod in agreement as you help her finish up before shooting her a smile. She’s not sure what you’re going to say, but she doesn’t expect the abrupt topic change. She has to stop herself from groaning loudly as you greet the cashier.

“Now we just have to figure out how to tell that to your brother later.”

Wanda doesn’t want to think about how drunk her brother got at their last dinner together. It happened to coincide with their decision to tell their family that they were trying to have a baby, and things became chaotic. Pietro had been insistent on offering his services and Wanda had nearly thrown him out on his ass he’d gotten so out of hand. You blamed the expensive liquor and the good news, but Wanda just blamed her brother for being an idiot.

She sighs as she shakes her head with a frown. You can’t help but laugh at what she says, but you don’t dare argue when you have no idea what to expect from your brother-in-law.

“That’s a problem for another time, Y/n, but let me tell you if he brings that up again, I’m throwing him out.”

You kiss your wife’s cheek as you grab the full cart and head for the door. You just nod in agreement because honestly you can’t have that conversation again. Wanda had been mad for hours after Pietro left, and that hadn’t made you happy at all.

“Whatever you want, dear.”

Wanda rolls her eyes but just grabs onto your arm as you lead her to the car.

Masterlist

[nxrthmizu]

| stay the night | Matsukawa Issei

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song | Toothbrush - DNCE

pairing | Matsukawa Issei x Reader 

warning(s) | Implied sexual intercourse

words | 1.6k 

author’s note | Hello its late but ayeeee also not beta/proof-read so it probably sucks but umm yes I’ll come back to edit this later its late and I’m tired 

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You were like quicksand. 

The more he struggled, the faster he sunk. But who said he didn’t want to succumb to you? 

“Going somewhere?” His drowsy drawl filled the air between the two of you, your movements freezing as if someone had pressed the pause button on you. You were in the middle of collecting your discarded clothes, tugging on your crumpled T-shirt that had seen better days. 

Your words caught in your throat, like water in a river when it crashed face-into-face with a concrete dam. “I...” 

The night was dark outside, which wasn’t a surprise seeing as it read 2am on his bedside clock. Even in the darkness, you could make out the sharp lines of his toned body, a result of his years of volleyball and continuos exercise. And even in the darkness, you could see the adorable sleepy smile he was wearing. (God, why did he have to be so good-looking???) 

“You know, baby you don’t have to rush.” He said smoothly, as if he didn’t just catch you hurrying away from a one-night stand. Well, it wasn’t exactly a one-night stand, the two of you had gotten... Intimate before. “You could leave a toothbrush at my place.” 

How could he resist from admiring you? The full moon outside highlighted the etherealness of your skin, painting you as a goddess whose beauty was unrivalled in all four corners of the world. The white sheet you clung around yourself only accented his image of you as a divine being, one that he had been blessed to meet. 

“I... Don’t think that’d be a good idea.” Your nervous laugh made him frown. Why were you so nervous anyway? Weren’t you so pliant and submissive to his touch only a couple hours ago? 

“There’s someone else, isn’t there?” He interrupted, his sharp eyes catching on your numerous giveaways. Your hands were shaking, you avoided eye contact, and you stuttered. Yes, maybe he hadn’t really gotten to know you outside his bedroom, but he knew how to recognise the signs of someone concealing the whole truth from him. 

A sigh slid out from your lips. “Okay, look. My parents... Engaged me to someone, alright?” A breath of air escaped your mouth in a huff. “I don’t want to get married to him, but... My parents don’t want to die without seeing me in a wedding dress. Which is stupid, but they’re not getting any younger.” 

“What, are you sharing a bed with him, too?” He snorted, trying his best to hold back the splash of jealousy that sparked across his tone. 

You surveyed him carefully, your eyes trailing over his toned muscles. “... No, but it just... Feels wrong if I spend the night with someone else.” Reluctantly, you admitted why you’d never stay, confessing the guilt that plunged into your stomach like a heavy rock. 

“Hold on, let’s rewind this a little...” Shaking his head, he held his hand up to stop you from talking. “This... Guy that you’re marrying... Do you like him at all?” 

The lip bite was enough of an answer for him. 

“You don’t.” He concluded simply, watching you struggle for a response. 

“Well-! He’s... Nice, but a little of a pushover, and... Very reliant on his mother...” You noted with a wince. “Actually, screw that, I don’t see how its’ going to work out. His mom literally treats him like a five-year-old and he acts like he’s five-years-old.” 

A scoff rang in Issei’s bedroom, rumbling from the depths of his throat to the vibrations in your ear drum. “You deserve someone better than that.” 

“Are you volunteering?” 

“If I am, will you stay the night?” 

»»——⍟——««

Issei had never understood when Hanamaki explained that waking up next to someone you loved was the best feeling in the world. At least, he never understood until the morning sun trickled in through the slits of the curtains and he got a glimpse of your (hair colour) hair, swung over the pearl-coloured pillows. 

Oh, and you were a blanket hogger. 

Not that he minded. The nights were always too hot for him and he normally ended up kicking them off anyway. You, on the other hand, were wrapped up like a dumpling. 

He froze when you stirred, moving in your sleep until you cuddled up next to him, tucking your chin into his chest with a satisfied hum. He didn’t dare move. Everything in him stopped momentarily. What if his heart beat too loud and he woke you up? (If he could’ve stopped his heartbeat he would). 

It was in this way he gradually fell back asleep, your head tucked in his chest and his breathing eventually lining up with your steady ones. His phone rang once when his coworker texted to ask if he was okay, he responded with a quick ‘I’m sick’ and typed the shortest leave-requesting-email he had ever written in his entire life, trying to get the letters right without waking you up. 

By the time he woke up, it was past 9am, and the sun was mercilessly beating down on him at that point. A yawn coursed through his body before he realised something wrong.

You were missing. 

To your credit, you had stayed the night. Surely he couldn’t have expected you to stay in the morning, too? 

“You’re awake.” 

If he got a heart attack at that moment, Issei could die a happy man. As far as he could tell, you were dressed in only one of his t-shirts, the garment overflowing from your smaller shoulder width to your mid-thighs. He was also pretty sure his jaw dropped and he gaped at you for a decent amount of time, which would be embarrassing but really, could you blame him? 

“I could get used to seeing you like this every morning.” He commented once he had recovered from his state of partial shock. 

Your hair cascaded over your neck, and it was in that moment that Issei found out you were one of those people that could roll out of bed with your hair looking messy but in a perfect way. He would never change the position of a single strand, even if he was held at gunpoint. Why would anyone change perfection, anyway? 

“I took the liberty of using your kitchen.” You replied with a smile. “Wash up and come out to eat. I took the day off.” 

When Issei said he had never washed up that quickly in his entire life before, he truly meant it. He didn’t even run that fast when he missed his alarm and remembered there was a practice match that morning. 

“About what I said last night.” He begin speaking while washing up the dishes, the soap bubbles eavesdropping on your conversation rather blatantly. You were leaning against the wall, your eyes judgemental as you eyed the (lack of) content in his fridge. “About volunteering.” 

“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll probably just divorce him after a year or something.” 

“No, it’s not fine. If you marry him I swear I will attend the wedding and I will raise my hand when the priest says ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’.” He threatened, waving around the plate you put the fried eggs on. “I’ll marry you.” 

“I’m sorry?” 

Issei shot you a weird look. “Why are you sorry?” 

“I’m sor- Did you say you’ll marry me?” Bewilderment painted your tone and your flummoxed expression, eyes as wide as the saucers Issei just finished washing. 

“Uh... Yeah? You don’t want to marry him, I don’t want you to marry him, so you can marry me instead.” He explained, as if it was as simple as 1 + 1. “Your parents get to see you in a wedding dress.” 

You blinked a couple times just to make sure you weren’t delusional. “How on Earth did you manage to come to that conclusion?” 

“I don’t want you to marry anyone but me!” He defended, putting down the plate before he broke something and got the two of you injured by the sharp edges that would no doubt result from a broken plate. “Consider this with me for a moment. I would never pressure you into doing anything, you’re free to go anywhere you want as long as you’re safe and I know where you are, and uh...” He fumbled around for the last reason. “And you can use the coupons for free massages that I get from my volleyball magazine subscription.” 

“Is that how you try and convince someone to marry you?” 

“Wait, I have more reasons!” 

“Such as?” 

“I... Can make really nice coffee?” He suggested hopefully. “Oh, uh, I like kids. And... I’ll definitely put a lot of effort into planning dates. Plus I’m not a pushover, and I’m not mama’s boy.” He paused for a moment before adding: “That’s not to say I’m not nice to my mom. I transfer checks to her every month, I call her every Monday night, and I visit her on every second week of the month.” 

You stared at him quietly. “... Then what do you suggest we do? I can’t just call my parents and go: ‘Hey, I was sleeping with this guy while you engaged me with this boy I didn’t even want to marry, can I marry the person I was sleeping with instead?’” 

“Or, I could call your parents.” 

“That sounds like a terrible idea.” 

“Do you have any better ideas?” 

“Seeing as I just agreed to marry you, I don’t think any ideas I have at the moment would be rational.” 

“I’m the one who just asked you to marry me, aren’t my ideas even more irrational?” 

»»——⍟——««

when Issei asks you to stay the night and you end up agreeing to marry him instead,,, on a separate note please don’t agree to marry a guy impulsively okay, look at what happened to Anna from Frozen 

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[quiteaweirdworld]

Eastside- JJ x Reader

(not my gif)

snapshots of your life growing up with JJ always by your side

Requested: nope (send me requests!!)

Inspired: the ask from @yellowclara​ for a Halsey fic, I wrote one with @spilledtee​ (go check it out) and also wanted to write my own

Warnings: none!

Contains: fluff, soft JJ, growing up

Words:  1.6K

When I was young, I fell in love

We used to hold hands, man, that was enough 

You and JJ had been friends since third grade, the same year that he met John B. You remember meeting him at recess, when the boys were playing kickball. He was a scrawny little thing, with messy blonde hair and a loud voice that everyone listened to. You were the only girl who wanted to join in, and were getting a hard time for it. The girls were turning up their noses at the dirt and  the boys were all saying how you couldn’t be any good. JJ finally called out 

“Let her have a shot, and if she makes it around, she can play”

You made it all the way around, and JJ grabbed your hand and held it up in celebration. After school he came up and introduced himself and John B, and ever since then, it was you and the boys. When Pope later joined the group he also became part of your little family, but you were always closest with JJ. Although he didn’t tell you then, that was when JJ fell in love with you, the little girl who wasn’t afraid to be with the boys and go for what she wants. 

Then we grew up, started to touch

Used to kiss underneath the light on the back of the bus

 When middle school came around and he grew so much that he was now a good four inches taller than you, he became more protective of you as well. You never grew out of your tom-boy ways but JJ didn’t seem to mind.

 Your most clear memory was a trip to the beach in eigth grade. Your entire class rode the bus from school to the beach, even though some of you, like you, JJ, and John B, spent more time at the beach anyway. When you got there, most of the girls went straight to the sun to tan and sit around but you were most excited to hang with the boys in the waves. After spending all morning teaming up with JJ to splash John B (Pope declared himself neutral), you headed into shore for lunch. As you were getting your coke, one of the girls spilled theirs on you, saying 

“Oops! But it’s ok, boys like to get messy anyway”

 You were mortified, just because you didn’t like girly things didn’t make you any less of a girl. Before you could fully react, JJ poured his own water on the girl with an 

“Oops! But it’s ok, you’re at the beach anyway” and tucked you under his arm. When you got back to the group you started to move away but his strong arm around you didn’t let you. You spent the rest of the trip pressed against his side, and right before you were about to leave you felt a tug at your arm while JJ led you around a corner.

“JJ, wh-” you started but he cut you off with a tiny kiss, your first kiss. He stepped back and looked at you with those big blue eyes and blushed as he was nervous, but you reassured him that there was nothing wrong when you tucked yourself back into his chest and smiled. If he made Pope sit with John B in front of you two so you could go for a small second kiss on the bus on the way back, that’s a different story. 

I know your daddy didn't like me much

And he didn't believe me when I said you were the one

Oh, every day, she found a way out of the window to sneak out late

Your dad was never the biggest fan of JJ, and it only got worse once you started dating after that beach day. It wasn’t that you were a kook, in fact you were far from it and your family definitely understood the  struggle of being a pogue, it’s that your dad wanted more for you. Like Pope’s dad, your dad wanted you to have a bright future and thought that JJ would stand in the way of that. 

You didn’t care. 

You always found a way to hang out with your group, and once Kiara joined the summer after eighth grade you were happy to have another girl. Kiara was always the pretty girl, the one who acted like the other girls and wore girly tops. You were always a bit self conscious that Kiara was prettier than you, but JJ said that he liked it when you wore his shirts so you taught yourself not to care anymore. 

When you slipped out your window and ran to your spot on the beach every weekend, JJ greeted you with a soft 

“Hey Y/N”. You weren’t ones for pet names, leaving that for John B and whichever girl he had his eye on that week, but you showed your affection with little casual touches, with his hand in yours or your head tucked into his chest. You were still a lot shorter than him, but had to admit you didn’t mind because it was that much better for cuddling. Your group wasn’t partying yet, but would always sit a bit away on the beach and watch, ready for when it was your turn to party throughout the night. 

My love is yours if you're willing to take it

Give me your heart 'cause I ain't gonna break it

The first time you said “I love you” to JJ, it was the first week of ninth grade. 

Kiara was at Kook Academy and that left you without any girl friends. You had been picked on all week for hanging out with the boys and though you wouldn’t have it any other way, you wished the names didn’t hurt so much. It was Friday afternoon, and you just got out of English, the only class you didn’t have with JJ. You had heard whispering behind you all class about how it was a shame that you had to hang out with the boys because none of the girls liked you. Although you’d take hanging out with your boyfriend over those fake girls anyway, you still had to focus so hard on not crying that you ran right into him. JJ took one look at your face and signalled to John B that he had to go, and walked with you all the way past your house and back to the beach. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and you quickly explained all your insecurities about how you’re bad at being a girl, and everyone hated you for it. 

“Y/N, I don’t care if you’re bad at being a girl, because you’re great at being my girl” 

You laughed at that, and looked up into his blue eyes.

“I love you” you whispered

He froze, looking at you

“I love you too”

So come away, starting today

Start a new life together in a different place

The summer after ninth grade, you all had to get new jobs. Kiara was still working at her folk’s restaurant, but you joined the boys in delivering for Heyward. You worked well with the boys, them carrying everything and you actually being the face of the delivery because you always got the best tips. JJ always bragged that his girl was the best saleswomen in the world, before pulling you in close. At the end of every long day you always ended up at that beach where you shared so many moments together. You were finally old enough to join the parties, and were always up for dancing with JJ. One night as you were both drunk and sitting in your spot a little ways up the beach, he whispered in your ear 

“You and me, always” “Always” you promised back.

It was like something new had sparked that night on the beach. You started looking at JJ differently, and imagining your life with him forever. You quite liked the visions that you came up with, and spent the rest of the year envisioning a life together with JJ. 

Seventeen and we got a dream to have a family

A house, and everything in between

Even though every adult since eighth grade had told you that your relationship probably wouldn’t last, you and JJ were still going strong Senior year. You were his comfort when things got rough with his dad, and he always protected you from any harsh words flung your way. 

One night at 2am, you woke up to something knocking at your window. You saw that it was JJ, and hurriedly unlocked it so he could tumble in. “JJ, what happened?” you asked as you saw his face purple with bruises.

He started crying, one of the few times he ever cried in front of you, and you quickly wrapped him in your arms. This was your JJ, your strong boy who had protected you for five years and who always made you feel better. You did the same for him, rocking slightly as he cried against your neck, whispering promises of the future where nothing bad could ever happen. You were listing all of your promises, and were describing your future house in a calm voice when he calmed down. 

“You and me, always?” he asked? “Always”, you reassured. 

And so it was. 

[adoras-last-braincell]

Fic Masterpost

Okay, since someone asked for it and I was thinking about doing it anyway... here’s a listing of all my fics!  I’ll keep this updated as I write more. A star (⭐) means it’s a fic that I’m actually proud of and/or is relatively popular, and (✏️) means in-progress. 

If you’d rather go straight to the source, here’s a link to all my She-Ra fics.

>10,000 words

(incredible art by @laix06​)

Unbroken ⭐ - T -  Catra, Adora - 58k

What do you get when you mix a broken runestone, two injured ex-best friends, and the bottom of a canyon that may or may not be full of things that want to kill you? Answer: a lot of pain, but maybe, just maybe, reconciliation. If they last that long. Post-season 2 AU.

(art by @artbutitsgay​)

Let Go - T - Adora, Catra - 11k

Adora gives in to She-Ra's influence in a desperate battle, and the psychological (and physical) fallout ain't pretty. (Playing a little with the idea that She-Ra is her own entity and Adora’s guilt issues.)

2,000 to 5,000 words

Looks like we’re both alone now ⭐- G - Catra, Glimmer - 4.4k

Catra and Glimmer stuck together on Horde Prime’s ship. Enemies to friends, hurt/comfort, Catra accidentally learns sorcery--y’know, the usual.

Mothers, be good to your daughters ⭐ - G - Catra, Angella, Adora - 4.4k

Shadow Weaver is dead. Catra doesn’t quite know how she feels about it. (Post-season 2 AU)

(art by @artbutitsgay​)

Cats are just like that ⭐ - G - Catra, Adora - 3.5k

After Catra joins the rebellion, she and Adora slowly try to rebuild their friendship. There’s a cat. It all relates, somehow. (Low-key angst and fluff)

Sweet Victory - G - Catra, Adora - 2.7k

Adora built a reputation for being responsible and determined, but then Catra joined the Rebellion—and now they’re fighting in the kitchens at 2am over who can fit the most marshmallows in their mouth. (My one humor fic!) 

For the night is dark, and full of terrors - T - Catra, Adora - 4.4k

Catra and Adora have nightmares. Fortunately, they also have each other. Alternating scenes of how our favorite emotionally damaged ex-Horde kids deal with with their issues (or don't).

Broken Together - G - Catra, Adora - 3k

Pre-season 1. Adora breaks her arm during training, Catra is concerned, Shadow Weaver is a jerk. (My first spop fic!)

<2,000 words

Control ⭐ - G - Catra, Adora - 1.6k

Catra cuts her hair shorter after being rescued from Horde Prime’s ship. Adora helps.

Trust - G - Catra, Adora - 1.3k

In which stealing a skiff for a joyride isn't quite as stress-relieving as anticipated.

Sweater Weather ⭐ - G - Catra, Adora - 1.7k

Catra doesn't have her own ugly holiday sweater, and she's starting to feel a little left out. Holiday fluff!

(art by @alsamil​)

Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening ⭐ - G - Catra, Adora - 1.2k

tumblr prompt: the first time Catra ended up sleeping at the foot of Adora's bed. (AKA: Catra was not afraid of thunder.) A little fluff / angst of the kiddos in the Fright Zone. 

You made your choice - T - Catra - 622

Very short, very angsty post-season-3 Catra introspection.

On the Roof - G - Catra, Adora - 1.6k

Adora hides on the castle roof after a battle, and Catra finds her. Post-redemption, a little angst, a little hurt/comfort, but mostly just kinda... peaceful.

Cat Nap - G - Catra, Adora - 1.6k

Catra loves the giant fluffy beds in Bright Moon, because cat. And she especially loves Adora’s giant fluffy bed. And won’t get off of it. (Because cat.)

And that’s it! If you read them, I hope you enjoy them. <3 I’m sure I’ll write more because I can’t seem to stop, lol!

[realphan]

lalvarez meet ugly au

this fic is for @magnesiumeternity for the tfc femslash exchange! @tfcfemslashnet

it’s 1.6k words and ive never written for this fandom before so I hope you like it!

Laila Dermott seemed like your average 18-year-old – excited to finish high school and preparing to go off to university. However, while all of her friends were partying and celebrating graduation, Laila was working. USC had offered her a scholarship to play exy, which she was incredibly grateful for, but that didn’t change her dire situation as much as she had hoped.

Her parents had tried to help as much as possible, but they both had minimum wage jobs and didn’t have much to offer. As thrilled as Laila was to be moving to California, she first had to somehow make enough money for the travel, accommodation and all living expenses once she was there. This meant accepting any job that she was offered, and doing whatever hours possible.

She had been fired from her first job but she couldn’t even bring herself to be sad about it since it had been to stock the shelves in a warehouse at night. She was fired when her boss saw the security footage of her both cowering in corners and jumping whenever there was a noise, and blasting loud music to try and distract herself. (She stood by the fact that the warehouse had been trying to kill her.)

Her current job could have been worse, at least that’s what she told herself when she was waking up at 11pm for her night shift. Before starting the job, Laila had no idea that there were department stores that stayed open 24 hours (who could possibly need to visit a department store in the middle of the night?) and even though it would be another night shift job, the wages were higher and they had offered more hours so she happily accepted.

Essentially, Laila was working harder than she ever had in her life when she should have been celebrating her youth and freedom.

Two nights into her new job, she realised why there were vacancies. It turned out that some people did, in fact, use department stores in the middle of the night. One customer in particular had been driving her crazy since she had started.

Most of Laila’s work was tidying up displays and clothing that had been messed up during the day, as the idea was that there wouldn’t be enough people to mess them up in the night. This mentality was challenged by a girl who looked to be around Laila’s age and had dark skin and flowing, curly hair. Laila would have found her incredibly attractive had she not spent the entirety of her time in the store picking up shirts that Laila had folded and dumping them back down.

Every night, the girl turned up at 2am and headed straight for Laila’s section. She never made eye contact with Laila, or interacted with her, but she passed by her every night. Her routine consisted of picking up one of each of the different shirts from the display, holding it up to her chest, then putting it back in a heap without a second glance.

Laila had no idea whether the girl knew how much she was bothering her, but she didn’t see how someone could coincidentally enter the same store at the same time every night and mess up the exact same display each time.

One Wednesday night, Laila was fed up. Wednesdays were the worst days anyway and it appeared that the girl was happy to exacerbate the foul mood Laila was in. Her manager had shouted at her for five minutes straight about the lack of effort that she put into her displays and she was fed up. Extra time had been spent on the shirt display and she was just praying that the girl would go easy on her tonight.

Clearly, this opinion was not shared by the girl. Laila turned her back for just a minute and she appeared, immediately heading for the shirts. After she had picked up and dumped three shirts, Laila knew this was it.

“Hey! Could you please put the shirts back properly?” Laila wanted to be polite, in case this was some sort of misunderstanding. However, the girl just smiled and dropped another shirt. That was enough. “Are you kidding me? Every night you come in and mess up my display and I have never said a word to you. You have no reason to be doing this – you never even buy anything! I’m in trouble with my manager and it’s all because of you!”

Laila was almost panting – she was the most even-tempered person that you could meet and that was the first time she had ever voiced her anger like that. Her anger grew as the girl smirked back.

“Hi, I’m Sara Alvarez. I was wondering how long it would take you to snap.”

“What?” Laila knew her confusion showed on her face.

“Well, you’re really cute so I thought, what better way to get her attention that to annoy her every night?”

“There’s no way that you’re telling me that you’ve almost made me lose my job just because you have a crush on me.” This was all far too much for Laila to comprehend, it made no sense.

“Yeah! Well, I didn’t want you to lose your job, I just wanted to annoy you. I’m sorry about that though, I wouldn’t have wanted that to happen.”

“I’m in shock.” The situation was so bizarre that Laila burst out laughing and soon Sara joined her, “I can’t believe this! Even while you were frustrating me, I was still hoping you liked girls!”

“There’s definitely one girl I like, her name’s Laila, and we got off to a bad start but I’m pretty sure she’s in love with me now.”

“How do you know my name?”

“You wear a name tag, I’m not psychic. Also, that’s the part you pick up on?” Laila blushed. She had practically forgotten all of her annoyance from the past few weeks. Sara was gorgeous, and she was funny and liked her back? Laila must have been dreaming. After a few more minutes of flirtatious banter, Laila remembered that she was at work and she did actually have a job to do.

“Before I leave, could I get your number then? I’ll text you so you have mine as well,” Laila eagerly typed her number into Sara’s contacts and even put a heart emoji next to her name, locking the phone before Sara would notice.

A week later, they went on their first date to see a movie, musing about how they could finally meet each other at a normal time. They spent most of the movie throwing popcorn at each other and giggling as they mimed the bad acting on the screen. During a kiss between the two main characters, Sara turned to Laila, “How did we end up coming to a straight film?”

Laila giggled and mumbled, “We could improve it if you want?” Sara’s grin grew as she leaned over the arm of the seat and held her face in front of Laila’s. Laila tilted her head forward until their lips were touching, and both girls felt like they were on cloud nine. The kiss was short but when they pulled back, Laila’s hands were cupping Sara’s face and Sara’s hands were in Laila’s hair.

There was another three weeks of flirting, sweet kisses and dates around the city before Sara dropped off the map. She hadn’t responded to Laila’s messages or posted on any social media. Laila didn’t have time to worry though – in a week she was flying to USC to join the Trojans and she was fitting in as many hours in work and in exy training as possible.

Laila spent the majority of the flight thinking about Sara. She was really sad about the fact that they would now probably be on opposite sides of the country, and she hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye. Live in the moment, Laila thought, it’s not every day that you join one of the best exy teams in the nation, you should be happy.

The captain, Jeremy Knox, was there to meet her at the airport with Coach Rhemann. Jeremy hugged her as soon as her saw her and from the huge smile on his face, Laila knew that they were going to get along amazingly. She had a firm handshake with the Coach whose smile was genuine and warm.

She was confused that they weren’t leaving when Jeremy explained that there was someone else getting off the same flight as her. As she turned around to face the people spilling out of the gates, Jeremy shouted to someone in the distance, “Alvarez! We’re over here!”

Laila couldn’t believe her eyes as Sara emerged from the crowd and hugged Jeremy. As she stepped back, their eyes met.

“You’re a Trojan?” they both said at the same time before Sara started laughing.

“I wanted to distance myself as I wasn’t ready for a long-distance relationship. I know I should have explained but I guess it all turned out well in the end!”

Jeremy looked confused, “You two know each other?”

“Yeah, Sara’s my girlfriend actually.” Alvarez raised her eyebrow and smirked.

“Girlfriend, huh?” All three started laughing, although Jeremy still wasn’t quite sure what was going on. Coach Rhemann smiled and guided them out, not at all surprised that this was how the meeting had gone.

Laila was happy – she was playing her favourite sport and she was even dating the girl who had done everything she could to make her hate her. It felt like nothing could go wrong.