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tetsumie · 4 months ago

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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

genre: comfort

content: kuroo hasn't seen you in days and makes his way to your apartment to see what's going on with you

cw: reader has a depressive episode and displays depressive symptoms

a/n: hello! i tried writing something for my pookie wookie kuroo tetsuro also lwk very self indulgent.. love u all and tysm for the endless support and as always likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! i could not be here without you all <333

"hi! this is y/n l/n! sorry i couldn’t answer your phone call. i’m a bit busy right now but leave a message and i’ll call you back the first chance i get than-" kuroo hangs up the phone for nth time today and sighs.

kuroo hasn't heard from you for the past few days and to be completely honest, it’s like you've completely vanished off the planet. your designated seat next to him in both chemistry and english lectures have remained empty for the past week and he can’t seem to get ahold of you at all.

at first, he didn’t really worry much about it. he didn’t want to pry on why you weren’t coming to school. he understood everyone needed their space. but when he intercepted your friends one day and asked them how you were doing and they too were unsure as well, he knew there was something severely wrong.

on the other hand, you’ve been home all week.

you haven’t been in the best place for the past week. you feel like your body is slowly succumbing to the stress and your body is practically giving out on you, working overtime. motivating yourself to study and to work is already difficult enough as is but doing basic things such as getting out of bed and even taking a shower feels impossible.

you feel stuck in this never ending loop of time where the same things just keep happening over and over. you wake up at the prime hour of 12 pm and realize you’ve missed all your morning classes but then immediately head back to bed. you fall asleep and then wake up at 2 pm and stare at the ceiling above you with no particular thought in mind. eventually, you find yourself scrolling through social media on your phone but then ditch it after a few minutes because a wave of social anxiety crashes into you.

it doesn’t help that you’ve also been skipping meals and you’re starting to catch a cold. man, you haven’t even gotten out of bed, let alone left your bedroom. you can’t even get yourself to do the bare minimum right now and making yourself an actual meal is a bit too out of your comfort zone.

and what makes this entire situation worse is the fact that you’ve been pushing everyone away, from your friends to family to the one and only kuroo tetsuro.

there was no justification behind why you were avoiding them. you just couldn’t allow yourself to let them see you in such a lethargic condition. it hurt your pride and in general, you hated having people worry for you. it made you feel, in a sense, hopeless.

you just wanted to shut yourself off from the world.

the week goes by in a flash and friday evening rolls around. your phone lights up again for the nth time. you see it flash white but you roll over away, not having the energy to grab it. doing anything especially talking to other people feels exhausting.

a few minutes later, someone's banging on the door. it sounded like the fbi was at your door with a search warrant as if you were harboring drugs. you don't answer the door, not feeling like leaving the comfort and safe haven of your bed.

but the banging doesn’t seem to stop and you're getting irritated so you’re forced to get out of bed and tell the person at the door to come at another time.

to your surprise, when you open the door, you find your boyfriend, kuroo, staring at you with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

“y/n, where have you been?” he begins the interrogation.

you mumble. “nowhere. been at home.”

he looks you up and down, taking in your disheveled state. your face is pale, the bags under your eyes seep deeply, giving away the countless sleepless nights you've had. your shoulders are slumped and the corners of your mouth turn down slightly, a subtle but constant frown. your hair is unkempt, reflecting the lack of energy to even try to care for yourself. an aura of exhaustion and hopelessness hangs around you, making it clear that you're struggling to find the strength to even function.

“then why haven’t you answered my calls?” he continues.

“i’ve just been preoccupied,” you lie and he catches on immediately.

no words are exchanged between the both of you for a few moments. you take his silence as your cue to end this awkward conversation and to send him on his way.

"i'm sure you have better things to do, just go-"

you're about to close the door on him until he says, "let me in."

you sigh again.

“can you come back later tetsu?” you don’t want to have him deal with you like this. he's seen more than enough of you in this condition.

his piercing gaze locks with your tired eyes and he feels his heart clench. the usual shimmer in your eyes gone and all he can see the numbness in your expression.

"no let me in," he states in a strict tone. "we have to talk."

with no choice, you open up the door entirely and kuroo takes a look at the state of your apartment. he would be lying if he wasn't caught by surprise. clothes are strewn across the couch and bowls of empty ramen are lying on the kitchen counter. your apartment is a mess.

putting his stuff down near the door, he begins to slowly pick up your clothes off the floor and tosses them into the laundry bin. seeing him make an attempt at cleaning your mess made you uncomfortable to the point your skin started to crawl.

"tetsuro, stop."

"no."

"please stop," you plead in desperation.

"y/n, i’m trying to help you!" he replies, his voice growing a little louder with irritation at your refusal.

“what if i don’t want your help?” you shoot back and his mouth closes shut. “i don’t want your help or your pity or condolences or whatever it is! just go home!”

although your mouth said one thing, your mind was trying to telepathically convey another.

please don’t leave me now. please stay.

you don’t say a word as you walk into your bedroom, closing the door behind you, hoping he'll leave on his own. the moment he hears the click of your bedroom door, kuroo begins to try to organize as much as he can in your living room. he takes out your old leftover foods and tidies up the kitchen. he starts working his way through the living room, silently sweeping the dust off the floor and reorganizing your items that were strewn on the floor.

as he’s silently working, he begins to hear sniffles and sobs coming from your room. dropping everything, he finds himself standing in front of your closed door, fist about to knock the door.

“love, can we talk?” he says out loud.

it's silence from the other end.

"y/n... please..." kuroo's voice cracks. "i just want to see you."

"door's open," your voice is muffled slightly through the door.

he opens the door and is greeted by you wrapped around in your comforter, looking away from the door. kuroo takes in the state of your room. the curtains are drawn out and there are tissues littering your night stand along with your computer lying in the corner with a pile of clothes in the corner waiting to be cleaned.

you were always so organized, what started this?

kuroo goes over to the other side of the bed and your face is huddled into your comforter. he crouches down and starts to stroke your hair with his hand.

"baby? talk to me, love. what's going on in that pretty head of yours huh?" he coos in hopes of getting you to open up.

refusing to look him in the eye, you mumble into your comforter loud enough for him to understand. "it's been getting bad again... it’s been bad all week and i'm just tired all the time."

he kisses the top of your head. "and that's okay. not everyday is supposed to be a great day. you're supposed to have good days and bad days."

you finally emerge from your cocoon and the sight he's greeted with break his heart into pieces. your face has a slight red flush tint with the remnants of your tear stains on your face. he sees how you're trying to maintain a steady face, trying your best not to fall apart in front of him.

no questions asked, he brings you into his chest and the tears you worked so hard to keep at bay come apart. you start sobbing into his chest. he strokes your back in a rhythmic up and down motion, adding the occasional kiss on the top of your head. he finds himself crawling into your bed with you on his lap as you continue to sob into his chest.

once your crying subsides a bit and your throat feels a bit sore from the crying, you look up at him and he gives that genuine small smile of his that you've grown to love so much.

"i love you, you know that right?" he reassures as your eyes meet.

your eyes shift from one eye to another and you look at him as if he hung the stars just for you.

"i know and i don't know why you love me. i don't deserve you. you deserve someone who's put together and on top of it and just perfect. hell, you could do so much better than me... i don't even know why you're still with me."

his heart cracks at the heartbreaking words, escaping your mouth. he feels so stupid. have you been feeling like this for all this time and haven't said a word to him? he should've done something.

"when we started dating, from that very moment, i knew i wanted all of you. i want everything. i want your bad days and your good days and your lazy days and your rotting in bed days. i want your good and bad. i want your highs and lows. y/n, i just want you." he kisses your cheek.

he continues to reassure you, "i want all of it. and i want to be there for you the entire time. i don't want you to have to hide yourself from me. i never wanted you to be perfect. i wanted you to be just you. that's who i fell in love with."

"i love you with all your 'imperfections' you know that right?" he does the air quotes around the word "imperfections."

"yeah but it's so hard for me to accept-," you start but he brings his pointer finger to your lips, telling you to stop your train of overthinking.

you both are enveloped in a comfortable silence with kuroo's reassuring words hanging in the air.

"i love you so much, you have no idea," you finally say, cuddled into his chest.

"oh yeah? i couldn't tell," he begins to tease. "tell me more actually."

you let out a chuckle, playfully slapping his arm, and that warm, sweet smile of his forms again on hisi lips.

"there's my gorgeous girl. oh how i've missed you."

"missed you too, tetsu."

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grlsinterrupted · 23 days ago

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i hope your requests are open again but if not im so sorry!! but i was wondering if u could do a dallas winston x fem!reader where reader is having problems at home (her parents being shitty yk?) and she is just having a really bad day and shes on the verge of a break down but then dallas calls and says he needs bail but she cant bring herself to be angry or else she’ll finally break so she just agrees and goes to get him but he senses somethings wrong and tries to get her to talk to him and basically just a really really really soft dallas

sorry if thats too much😭❤️

but tysm i luv ur work🫶🏼

love is a gentle thing, your’s is thicker than a velvet ring ࿔*:･ﾟ

you’ve reached your breaking point | dallas winston x fem ! reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

it’s insane how much a piece of paper dictates what you can do, what you can’t do, who you can talk to— your entire life, really. though it holds no monetary value, your report card has always seemed to define your self worth, and better yet, served as a constant reminder that you’ll never truly satisfy your parents. no matter how many hours you spent slaving away on your assignments, fighting back the urge to fall asleep right on your desk, your dedication will never be enough.

a thick silence fills the room, the only sound coming from the faint chirping of crickets and the rhythm of your rugged breathing. you’re seated on the corner of your bed, your hands shaking as you grapple onto the edges of your report card. the paper is crinkled, stained with tears and remnants of your mascara smeared across the letter ‘b+.’ the memory of your mother lecturing you about your grades replays in your head like a song you want to unhear. one single letter was enough to spiral you into a loop of madness. suddenly, the silence is broken by a ringing phone. you flinch, reaching over your nightstand to answer it.

you clear your throat, sniffling. “hello?”

a familiar voice huffs out a chuckle behind the phone. it didn’t take you long to realize that this accented tone belonged to none other than your boyfriend, dallas. “hey, doll. y’know how the fuzz are, they’ve been on my ass all week.”

“dal? are you seriously calling me from jail?” your voice is shaky as you bite back your tears, the report card’s weight heavy on your lap. despite how desperately you needed to cry, right now wasn’t the time. you’ve gathered all the composure remaining in you to deal with dallas’ reckless behavior.

“listen, i’m g’na need a couple bucks for bail. you’d do that for me, wouldn’t ya?”

all you can do is sigh. of course he’d called you for bail. even though you wanted to blow up at him over the phone and tell him to pay for his own bail, you couldn’t bring yourself to be angry at him. you were just as troubled as he was, if not, worse— the only difference being that you prioritized your future more than he ever would.

“sure, whatever. i’ll just- i’ll drive there right now. don’t do anything while i’m gone.”

dallas grazes his bloody knuckles against his a bruise on his cheekbone, wincing. somehow, he’d gotten into a fight with a soc while he was walking to buck’s place. granted that you’ve been silent the entire time, he could sense something was wrong with you— the way your eyes have lost that little sparkle in them, the way your head tilted downwards as the two of you walked out of the police station, and most of all, the fact that you didn’t even hug him once he was released.

despite the amount of times dallas has tried to reisist your post-jail hugs, they’re all he looks forward to while he’s stuck in his cell. your hugs blanket him with a sense of security— the kind of security he’s never had. without that subtle gesture, he felt as though a part of him was missing.

“you’ve been awfully quiet.” dallas mutters under his breath, looking down at you.

you shrug, shaking your head. “i never noticed.”

“yeah, but ya know what i notice?” he pockets his hands. “sum’s wrong with ya.”

you can feel your throat begin to close up as you reply. “nothing’s wrong, dal,” your voice begins to tremble as you tell yourself, do not cry in front of your boyfriend. “let’s just go home, now. i’m tired.”

“are ya mad at me for getting into a fight?” he raises a brow, nudging you with his shoulder. “‘cause if you are, he came onto me first.”

something in you snaps, emotions overflowing like a dam bursting. the stray tear that you’ve been fighting to hold back runs down your cheek. you’ve finally reached your limit. “i’m not mad at you for that! well- i am, but i’m just.. i’m stressed, okay?! everyone is stressing me out!”

dallas goes silent for a second, just watching you shatter in front of him. once he replies, his voice immediately softens. “y’know you can talk to me about anythin’, right?”

you gulp, wiping away the tear as you nod.

dallas runs a hand through his hair, biting the inside of his lip almost as if he’s hesitant to say something. he then begins to speak up.

“you forgot somethin’.”

he pulls you into a warm embrace, brushing his fingers through the strands of your hair as you cry into his arms. this time, the hug is offering you that sense of security that dallas yearns for. you’re finally safe in his arms, safe from all of the expectations set on you.

‘love is a gentle thing, your’s is thicker than a velvet ring ..’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

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miniimight · 1 year ago

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first off, I just wanna say how I love how you write izuku like??? my sweet boy doesn't get much appreciation and I'm just obsessed with the scenarios you've made with him 🤭💜 second, would it be okay to request a scenario in which the bnha boys (Deku, Bakugo, any other if you want!) who's been dating the reader for a while but it's a secret relationship- which suddenly gets revealed?

thank you! can't wait for more of your writing! 💜

SECRET RELATIONSHIP GETS REVEALED ! the secret relationship between you and your pro-hero boyfriend gets revealed to the public

with deku, bakugo ( pro heroes )

notes ahaha izuku is definitely one of my favs and ur so right when u say he doesn't get enough appreciation :( but i'm here to change that lol ! thanks for requesting ! idk if this is what you had in mind but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3

your boyfriend didn't want his relationship with you to go live because one, he's legitimately one of the most hated heroes by villains and two, the media won't ever leave you alone. he found it better this way, for both of your sakes.

it worked for a while, and though the both of you had to make little sacrifices here and there, the arrangement was more than perfect. that was until someone tipped the media off with one (1) very rare photo of you and boyfie out and about in disguise (a terrible one, at that).

photos of the pro-hero's new companion dominated the internet and everyone was wondering who the mystery person was.

it happened so fast that you and your boyfriend were out of the loop. in fact, you and your boyfriend were out on a secret date when the news exploded.

IZUKU

izuku zipped his crossbody bag up and fitted a black baseball cap tightly on his head. his green curls were hard to miss regardless of any disguise he thought up. he flashed you a determined smile. "ready for our day out, love?"

"born ready," you mimicked his way-too-serious tone. "but won't you relax a bit?"

at your comment, his shoulders stiffened. "why, do i not look relaxed?"

he was standing like his friend, iida—almost robotically, like a sentry who was on high alert. you could see the tired circles under his eyes though the shadow of the cap made them almost invisible. his casual outfit covered one of the essential pieces of hero gear; his gloves. it was almost as if he was expecting something bad to happen.

you drifted to his side, an amused smile on your face. "we've done this before, izu. nobody will notice!"

"at least i have a better chance," he raised an eyebrow at you, spinning you around in his arms. "your disguise is non-existent."

"hey, i'm not the super-famous pro-hero that everyone adores." you stuck your tongue at him, making him smile reflexively.

"it's not my fault i'm so charming."

"oh my god."

a little more bickering and a car ride later, you both arrived at the museum you had planned to tour. the guide handed you pamphlets after welcoming you to the grounds, informing you that she'd take you around the exhibits in a short moment.

"oooh..." you flipped through the brochure, excitement bubbling through you. "there's a lot of things in here."

izuku rested his chin on your shoulder, trying to read as fast as you were flipping pages. his hand enveloped yours in an effort to stop you from turning the pages at a lightning pace— "honey, can you go slower?"

you giggled and thumbed the whole pamphlet, making a little buzzz sound as you did so. "weren't you at the top of your class, izu?" you shrugged nonchalantly. "just read faster."

his hands snaked to clasp around your stomach from where they rested on your waist. an uncontrollable laugh threatened to bubble out of you. "really, 'just read faster'? a little cheeky today, aren't you, love—?"

"uhm... couple at the back, please refrain from pda as there are children around." the tour guide cleared her throat. a crowd had gathered for the next tour around the museum and it appeared as though they were ready to start.

you and izuku jumped away from each other as if you were caught by a teacher in high school, your cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

"sorry, miss." izuku mumbled in a low voice, head hanging. he gave you an amused smile that you returned with a huge grin, accepting the hand he held out for you.

halfway into the tour, the group grew so bored they retreated to the comfort of their phones. hanging around the back, you thought it unusual that so many people began to glance backwards at you and your boyfriend, whispering among themselves.

you caught glimpses of their phone screens, questioning why the hell your face was on them.

you nudged izuku's side to tell him just as the teens in front of you spun around, screaming "it's deku and his s/o!"

you and izuku froze like deers in headlights as the commotion spread through the group.

wait, how do you know? the news just made a story about it today. there's a picture of them here! and besides, he's wearing the same disguise.

you gave izuku a pointed look and he smiled sheepishly at you. "what the heck should we do?!"

"deny it??" he said, though he didn't seem sure of his answer. "that photo?" he talked to the crowd again. "not her."

"yeah, i get it all the time," you chuckle nervously, playing along. you shrunk into his side. the attention was sending shockwaves through your body.

the kids weren't buying it. "well, you're obviously deku." one deadpanned.

"me?" a boxy grin spread on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "no, i'm just... not him..."

seriously, didn't they have specific media training classes at UA for this kinda thing? you rolled your eyes at his response.

"who else has green hair?!" another crossed their arms. "you're so deku."

you both held up your hands, as if caught red-handed by the police. you squeaked, "we're just two random, normal strangers having a date in a museum, promise—"

a kid waddled up to deku's side and pulled his signature gloves out of his pants' pockets, holding them up triumphantly. yours and deku's head slowly turned to watch it unfold before looking at each other almost comically. a long pause followed.

"it's deku and his s/o!" the kid yelled, pointing a chubby finger at the two of you. the whole vicinity was alerted to the famous hero's presence.

you clung to izuku's arms and the swarm encroached on your space, clamoring for autographs, information, pictures—anything they could get their hands on.

to your surprise, deku wasn't the only center of attention. you were asked your name, age, and occupation, where you grew up, if you knew 'their' deku in high school—

izuku's upper arm came under your bum as he leapt back from the crowd at lightning speed, yelling a very apologetic sorry! as he zoomed the both of you away to safety. you screamed as you hung over his shoulder.

he parkoured his way up the museum building, crouching on the roof. it wasn't the first time izuku used his super speed with you in his arms, but holding you like a sack of potatoes wasn't the best position—not if you liked your neck.

he set you down and smoothed your clothes, his hands flying everywhere accompanied by a thousand apologies.

your hands caught his wrist and you gave him a pointed look. "how did they find out? we were super careful."

his concerned expression quickly turned unimpressed. "sweetheart, you have no disguise."

"they believed i was just some random person after we denied it. they already knew you were deku!" you retorted, flicking his cap upwards and allowing the tufts of green to spring out.

he opened his mouth to respond before he snapped it shut. "it's not my fault i'm hard to miss..." he muttered.

you softened and moved closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his chest. "i'm sorry, jus' a little on edge."

his hands rubbed your back soothingly before he hugged you back. "it'll be okay." he felt something cold against him and he looked down to see you pull out your phone, pressing it against his body as you got to the bottom of this. "hey—"

"it's all over the news, along with katsuki and his s/o." you hummed, scrolling through article after article.

"hey." he repeated firmly. he gently tugged the phone from your hands, slipping it in his pocket. "it'll be okay. i'll make sure you're protected, not that you aren't already, and we'll get you a new apartment, closer to mine."

you sighed. "i'm not really worried about that."

he gave you a concerned look, wondering if he needed to look into your lack of self-preservation. "...you're not worried about someone potentially attacking you?"

you rolled your eyes, lightly swatting his chest. "well, duh, but i know no one can really get past you and your brigade of hero friends." you waved off his concern. "i'm worried about the paparazzi and gossip channels—what if everyone decides i'm not good enough and they pressure you to leave me? what if—"

"i'm going to have to stop you right there," he gave one of those self-proclaimed (but also, he wasn't wrong) 'charming' smiles as he cut into your rambling. "being with you is my conviction. no one's gonna pressure me to do anything except marry you one day."

you blinked, a huge grin spreading on your face. all your worries were gone when you let his words sink in.

izuku realized what he really said. "or... something like that, you know?" he muttered under his breath, color rising to his cheeks as he looked away.

a moment passed as he held you on the museum rooftop, the date turning out much different than expected. he gasped out of nowhere, jostling you out of your thoughts. his little giggle made you suspicious.

"kacchan just texted me something really interesting; he got stuck in traffic and is trying to hide out in his car—oh."

"what?"

he turned his phone to you. it was a post titled 'NEW!" and underneath was a very blurry photo of you and izuku on the rooftop at that very moment.

you scrunched up your face. "your fans are weird."

he laughed openly. you stared at him with such adoration that you hoped the press got a picture of his blissful face so you could fawn over it later. "have you even read the things they're saying about you?" he kissed your forehead. "i have a feeling they're gonna grow to obsess over you more than me."

BAKUGO

you heard the impatient jangle of keys as bakugo called after you. "we're gonna be late for our res, baby, get your beautiful ass in the car."

you giggled as you stuffed the last of the stuff you needed in your bag. you exaggerated a gasp and wagged a finger at him. "take me on a date first, mister."

he rolled his eyes. "i am literally trying to do that right now, but someone ain't listenin."

"fine, damn, i'll go on a date with you." you huffed, keeping up with the bit as you walked past him, tossing him a playful look over your shoulder. he smiled softly, following closely.

you got in the car and watched him with starry eyes. he was focused on starting the car and setting the music, but all you could think of was how good he looked in a turtleneck. he had so much faith in that face mask, though, as you'd told him multiple times that it was a really bad disguise.

"you're starin'." he glanced out his window before pulling out the parking spot.

heat rose to your cheeks. he held his hand out and you laced your fingers in them. he squeezed your hand.

the ride was smooth and calm, the hum of the engine complimenting the mellow yet catchy songs playing. you were jamming out until you realized you hadn't moved in a while.

you ducked closer to the windshield. the light was red, and the traffic was piling up. you pursed your lips, glimpsing at the irritated drivers around you.

"looks like we might not make our res, huh?" you mused. bakugo hummed.

"it's whatever, betcha they'll still take us anyway." he grinned mischievously.

you squeezed his hand, chastising him. "kats, you can't use your 'i'm a famous hero' card on date nights."

"m'just teasing, baby." he chuckled softly, leaning back in his seat. his head rested on his shoulder as he gave you a look. "better get comfortable."

you laughed and let go of his hand, turning fully in your seat to face him. "kats! keep your eyes on the road!"

"why? i wanna look at you." he smirked.

snap!

a bright flash made both of you freeze, though bakugo reacted quicker. he sat up in his seat, leaning over the wheel as he peered out your window at the car beside you. the two girls in the front row were fawning over the picture they just took.

he glared. "a couple of fans, i guess?"

you breathed out a sigh of relief. "thank god i was facing away from—"

snap!

you squeaked in surprise and reflexively covered your face. you leaned back in the seat to see a couple other teens laughing triumphantly over their rare photo.

bakugo observed your shock and panic silently before he laughed, thoroughly amused.

you groaned, slumping below the windows. "i was talking when they took that picture, i'll look distorted." you whined, voice muffled behind your hands.

he tsked. "i'm sure they got your good side, babe." he was trying to act calm but really his mind was racing at a million thoughts per minute. he had tinted windows. he made sure to make an appearance this morning so people would think he was out hero-ing for the whole day. was this a freak occurance, or...?

you opened your phone and were flooded with articles upon articles of you and bakugo on your dates. in hindsight, yes, those disguises were really bad. those pictures were low-quality but anyone who was anyone would be able to recognize bakugo's spiky blond hair.

everyone was speculating who the mystery person was and how their relationship would be, etc etc. you groaned again as you held up your phone to bakugo.

"what?" he whispered, breaking out of his thoughts.

"come down here," you motioned for him to join you below the window.

he scrunched up his face. "... i'm not doing—"

"come down here." you hissed, pulling him by his shoulder to crouch below the window's line of sight. he blinked, not entirely surprised or against the action. "look!"

he scrolled through, some news pages looking familiar. he sighed. "my agency was starting to talk about these rumors."

"why didn't you tell me?!"

"i thought they'd handle it!"

you pouted and he softened, kissing your cheek. "no one's gonna get a hold of any bad pictures of you, promise. i'll make sure of it."

you smiled. "really?"

he grinned, lovesick. "yeah." so what if the whole world would know you're his? he could deal with the details later.

muddled banging made you jump.

"dynamight, is that your s/o?!" the girls from the car over squashed their faces to the window, cupping their hands around their eyes.

you screamed and dynamight gave them a what the hell look.

he blast through the car roof, holding you by the waist as he soared upwards with loud pops behind him. landing on a nearby roof, he checked to make sure you were okay. all he was concerned about was the frown on your face.

"what, you not comfortable with everyone knowin' bout us?" he asked, voice soft.

you perked up, shaking your head. "no! obviously not. i'm just..." you curled your knees to your chest. "you're a hotshot and you have so many people after you. dunno if i meet expectations."

"who cares?" he scoffed indignantly. "you exceed mine. that's all that matters."

you giggled, your sad disposition quickly morphing into a smile. "yeah?"

"yeah." he assured you, pushing your knees down and swinging them to the side. the momentum made your whole body twist so that you were parallel to him. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into his embrace.

"now i gotta call that nerd so he can move our car. we're causin' more traffic."

bonus:

"kacchan!" izuku chirped, his s/o on his back as he floated in the air. bakugo's face twisted up as if the green-haired boy wasn't one of his best friends.

"hey." bakugo jerked a thumb at his very broken car. "can you take care of that for me?"

"yeah, i got it." with his gloves on, izuku initiated blackwhip. the tendrils snaked around the car and hoisted it into the air, freeing up that lane once again. "did you suddenly get exposed out of nowhere, too?"

bakugo snorted. "yeah, ain't that a coincidence?"

izuku chuckled softly as he nodded. "yeah, super weird."

who could've gotten the jump on two of the most famous heroes' love lives, anyway?

#bakugou x reader #izuku x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #bnha x reader #mha x reader #izuku fluff #bakugou fluff #deku fluff #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku

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ruh--roh-raggy · 9 months ago

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Flowers For My Valentine (Steve Raglan x Fem! Reader) - Valentine's Day Special

Hello hello and Happy Valentine's Day my lovelies! We have some sweet and flirty Steve Raglan this time around thanks to a wonderful Anon who made a request (this was so fun thank you so much!) If you would like to see more of this, more fnaf in general, or would like to be added to my tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: Age gap (Reader is in her late 20's, Steve is in his early 50's), office romance, flirting, mutual pining, reader very briefly talks about how she doesn't feel good enough, some swearing, not proofread, if I missed any please let me know!

You can find my Masterlist here! ~ AO3 Link!

Word Count: 6,189

“Good morning Linda!” You greet your co-worker jovially.

“Oh, perfect, you're here.” She waves you over, her long bright red acrylics clacking together. “Could you bring this down to Mr. Raglan’s office? I’d go do it, but he likes you better.” She teases with a chuckle, making your cheeks warm. She hands the pink flier over to you. It was the announcement for the office's annual Valentine’s Day party.

You walk down the plain, beige hallway, the walls lined with matching, cheap doors, their old brass hardware glinting in the fluorescent lights that hang from overhead. You paused in front of the last door on the left, ‘Steve Raglan' printed across the nameplate. You tap softly, a soft smile finding its way to your lips as you hear him call you in. He says your name softly, grinning brightly at you. “What a pleasant surprise.” He motions to the chair across from him. “Please, sit! Um, would you like some coffee? Tea maybe?” He hurries to stand, banging his knee on the desk in the process and making him curse under his breath.

“Mr. Raglan are you okay?” You hurry to his side, your look of pure concern making the older man’s features soften.

“I'm fine rabbit, being around pretty girls just makes me nervous.” He says with a wink. You giggle, growing flustered at his compliment.

“You flatter me, Mr. Raglan.” He gets lost in your eyes for a moment, the playful glimmer in them drawing him in. His gaze flashes down to the paper you held in your hands.

“What do we have here?” He smiles, taking the flier from you. He reads it over silently, running his fingers down his tie. “A Valentine’s Day party, huh?” His silvery eyes flash to yours, a playful smile lacing it’s way across his lips. “Are you going to drag your boyfriend to this thing?”

“Oh, there's no boyfriend to drag along.” You giggle. “I'm probably going to be stuck in some mindless gossip loop with some of the other ladies if I go.”

“If you go?” He repeats the last part of your statement.

“I'm not really a big Valentine's Day girl.” You admit, swaying awkwardly on your heels. “The whole holiday tends to be a bit of a let down if I'm being honest.” Your eyes widened slightly as you realized you were being far too casual. “I'm sorry, Mr. Raglan. I shouldn't be talking about this stuff at work.” You hurriedly tried to head for the door, wanting to excuse yourself as quickly as possible before you became even more flustered. You slam the door behind you, managing to slip into the bathroom just as you heard his office click back open. You silently berated yourself for looking so stupid in front of him. “Let’s just open up to him about every shitty Valentine's we've ever had!” You mock yourself in the mirror. You sigh, studying your reflection. It was silly really. For a brief moment the thought flashed through your head that maybe, somehow, some way, Steve would've asked you to go to the party with him. You splashed some water on your face, reluctantly deciding to go back to the office. Hopefully he would forget about your awkward little interaction by tomorrow.

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“Alright, who is he?” You freeze in your tracks as you walk through the office door.

“Excuse me?” You ask, your gaze trailing up to the reception desk. You were met with the sight of a beautiful, elaborate bouquet made up of yellow, purple, and white flowers.

“They're addressed to you. You better not have gotten a boyfriend and not told me about it, I thought we shared everything!” She pretends to be hurt, making you chuckle.

“We do, you're my work wife, I wouldn't survive without you.” You pout, she laughs, shaking her head slightly. “Was there a card?” Both of your curiosity over the matter bubbled up as you did a quick investigation of the scenario.

“There is, but no name.” She hands the small, cream colored piece of cardstock over to you.

“I know flowers from your secret admirer are cliche, but I wanted to do something special for the woman who never fails to brighten my day.” You couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you read over the message.

“Do you think it's someone in the office?” She asks in a hushed tone.

“I don't see why not. I don't have anyone that would send me flowers at work, even as a joke.” You explain, trying to place a face to the neat script that swirled across the card.

“Wow.” Your eyes snap up to Steve Raglan. His short sleeve, yellow button down with brown pinstripes tucked neatly into his perfectly pressed pants. “Someone's a lucky lady.” He smiles at Linda, more than likely assuming they were from her husband.

“Oh they're not for me, someone has their eye on your best employee.” She states in a teasing tone.

“Is that so?” He shoves his free hand into his pocket, the other holding a comically small looking mug of coffee. “Guess someone might have a date for the Valentine's Party yet.” Warmth pools behind your cheeks as your eyes meet his striking silver ones.

“You didn't happen to see who dropped these off, did you Mr. Raglan?” You ask curiously.

He shakes his head, “I'm afraid not sweetheart, but I'll keep an eye out.” He chuckles. “I have to make sure whoever is trying to catch your attention only has the best intentions in mind for my favorite girl.” You let out a flustered giggle as he winks at you. He pulls his pager off his belt, quickly reading the message. “I'm going to have some new client paperwork that needs to be filed, I'll have it on your desk within the hour if that's alright?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Raglan. I'll take care of it.” You smile brightly at him.

“This is why you're the best!” He compliments you. “Thank you beautiful, I'll be back.” You noticed Linda’s gaze trail after him, watching him intently until he shut his office door behind him.

“Do you think Mr. Raglan might have left you those flowers?” You choke on your drink, coughing and sputtering as you try to regain your composure.

“Now where the hell did that come from?” You ask in response, unable to meet her eyes as you try to hide your nervous expression.

“Well, you're obviously his favorite, everyone that works for this company knows that. He always compliments you, he’s always telling you how pretty you look or how good of a job you're doing. If it’s anyone in the office my money’s on him.” She rattles off the first few reasons that came to her mind.

“Oh, I don't know about that.” You nervously wring your hands in your lap, staring blankly down at the stack of papers that sat in front of you. “I'm nothing special, plus I'm sure he has a wife.” You try to wave her off.

“I've never noticed a ring.” Your breath froze in your throat as you saw her attention turn to you. A smirk spreads across her lips, “and from how flustered you look right now I'm assuming that someone definitely doesn't mind the attention.” She whispers.

“Okay, okay, hang on.” You wave your hand in front of her, wanting to cut her off before she has the chance to keep snowballing her idea. “If I tell you this, not another soul hears about this, not even Mark!” You point an accusatory finger at her.

“Honey, please, my husband doesn't give a rat's ass about work gossip. Tell me everything.” She leans an elbow on the desk as she spins her chair to face you, taking a long sip of coffee from her mug as she waits patiently for the details.

“I might have a bit of a thing for him.” You admit, your cheeks already heating up at the simple confession. “He's funny and charming and handsome and… I don't know, I feel so stupid.” You groan, dropping your head into your hands.

“You shouldn't feel stupid.” She rushes to reassure you. “You are a gorgeous young woman, I'm sure he would be absolutely flattered-”

“It's not even about that.” You sigh. Linda gives you an incredulous look in response. “Okay, maybe it is a little about that. But, on top of the fact that he could just outright reject me, he's my boss, he's quite a bit older than I am, he's going to get to know me and see that I'm just some stupid young kid and it's going to make things weird here and I'm going to have to quit my job because of it.”

“I think someone is overthinking this way too much.” She laughs, shaking her head slightly.

“I get it, it's scary. There's a lot of unknowns and different ways it could all pan out. But, you'll never know if you don't try. I'm not saying burst in there right now, rip your clothes off, and try to seduce him.” You can't help but laugh at her over the top idea. “All I'm saying is maybe make a little effort to flirt with him, test the waters, see how it feels.”

You sigh, leaning back in your chair, “I don't even know how to even try if I'm being completely honest.”

“Listen up, buttercup, it's time for a crash course in office flirting 101.” She laughs.

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You smooth your blouse as you stand in front of the last office on the left, repeatedly reading over the name ‘Steve Raglan’ printed in neat gold lettering in front of you as you try to build up your confidence. You tap softly on the door, waiting for the quiet ‘come in’ before entering. “Finished up with that paperwork already?” He smiles brightly at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as he speaks.

“Yessir, I just wanted to come hand deliver it myself.” You shoot him a coy grin.

“Can I interest you in some coffee?” He asks, still reading from the paperwork you handed him, expecting you to flit out of the room like you normally did.

“Do you have any tea?” You saw him pause, his brows furrowing slightly before he looked up at you.

“I do.” It took him a moment to continue, still trying to process the situation. “Why don't you sit down, I'll put the kettle on.” You nod, plopping down into one of the slightly too hard chairs that sat opposite him at his desk. You can't help but giggle as you glance over your shoulder to find Steve studying you.

“You seem a bit surprised that I stayed.” He snaps himself from his thoughts.

“I am, if I'm being honest. I feel like every time I invite you to stay for a cup of tea you practically sprint out of here.” He chuckles, slowly walking back to his desk and sitting across from you. “I'm not that scary am I?”

You shake your head, “no, you're not. I think you're sweet, Mr. Raglan.” You fidget with your fingers for a moment before deciding to take a rather bold approach to the flirting Linda had suggested. “Being around handsome men just makes me nervous.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, watching as the realization set in that he had said something very similar to you the day prior.

He breathes out a laugh, a smile lacing its way across his lips. “Well, thank you rabbit. I'm flattered that a pretty little thing like you thinks I'm handsome. Also, feel free to call me Steve, I think we know each other well enough at this point, don't you?”

“I think you might be right.” You perk up at the sound of the kettle going off, immediately hopping out of your seat to get it.

“Oh, I can-” you cut him off with a small wave of your hand.

“Steve, you have to be one of the hardest workers I know.” You fill his mug first, carrying it over to him slowly to make sure you wouldn't spill any coffee. “I think you should let someone take care of you for a change.” You wink at him, your hand trailing across his shoulder as you step next to him.

“Well how can I refuse such a tempting offer.” He grins, his silver eyes flashing across your features. You made your own cup of tea before returning to the seat across from him. You feel his gaze trailing over your much smaller form as you carefully cross your legs. “Any leads on that secret admirer of yours?” He asks casually, taking a long sip of his coffee.

“Nothing yet, but I'm hoping I can figure it out soon.” You run your finger along the rim of your mug. “I'm hoping I can manage to find out who it is before the party.” He clears his throat as he shifts himself in his seat slightly.

“Anything's possible isn't it?” He responds, lacing his fingers together as his hands come to rest on his stomach. You were both interrupted by a knock on his door.

“Steve, sorry to interrupt, you got a minute?” It was one of your coworkers.

“I'll stop by later Mr. Raglan, thank you for the tea.” You smiled softly at him, his eyes locked with yours as you stood, smoothing your clothes slightly before sauntering out of the room.

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You jump when somebody calls your name. You look up to see Steve shrugging into his thick, gray jacket. “You're still here?” He asks with a warm smile that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

“I had some emails to send, I was just about to head out myself.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets as he slowly approaches you.

“Would it be alright if I walked you to your car?” He asks carefully, as if he was trying to pin down the exact right way to ask you. “It's late, I want to make sure you get there safely, is all.” You could hear the slight hesitancy in his tone, that fact he seemed almost nervous made you smile.

“That's very sweet of you Steve, thank you.” You smile warmly at him. He helps you into your jacket, stuffing his hands back in his pockets as he slows his long strides so you could keep up easily. “Are you going to be bringing your wife to the Valentine's Day party?” You finally ask after walking in silence for a while.

Steve chuckles, “oh, I'm not a married man, rabbit. I'm afraid it's just going to be me.” You feel your cheeks warm at the sound of his gravelly tone.

“It's a shame, I guess we're both going to be single for Valentine's Day.” You giggle.

“What a shame indeed, I'm very surprised some dumb little boy hasn't tried to scoop you up. A pretty thing like you deserves a man who’ll make her feel special.” He smirks down at your flustered state.

“Well, maybe if I can get to the bottom of who sent me those flowers I could get to the bottom of that.” You brace against the cold as he holds the door open for you. Steve holds his coat open, pulling you into his side and shielding you from the wind.

“You never know, he could be a lot closer than you think.” He winks at you, making you let out a flustered giggle. The end of your nose tingles from the cold as you stop in front of your car. “Have a good night, rabbit.” He smiles softly down at you, his silver eyes searching yours with a subtle intensity.

“Good night, Steve.” You pull open your car door, a dull ache settling in your chest as you watch him start to head off. You called his name, making him pause. He turns to glance back at you, your smaller form moving before you have a chance to overthink the situation. You pushed yourself up onto the tips of your toes, your hand wrapping around his strong bicep as you leaned in, allowing your lips to come to rest against his cheek. “Get home safely.” You whisper, letting your eyes linger on him before you hopped in your driver's seat and watched him walk to his own car with an absolutely dumbfounded expression on his face.

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You were one of the first people in the office this morning. Having to come in early to prepare the conference room for a meeting and to send out reminder emails for said event definitely wasn't your idea of fun, but there was something oddly tranquil about the nearly empty space so early in the morning. You had been called over to one of your coworkers cubicles to help with a paper work issue, smiling at Steve as you watched him push into the room, flurries of snowflakes trailing in through the door behind him. The memory of you kissing him on the cheek the night prior raced to the forefront of your mind, your eyes widened slightly, your cheeks growing warm as you rushed off before he had a chance to confront you about it. You had felt guilty about it, he was your boss, now you've probably made whatever small relationship the two of you had extremely awkward. You looked around as you headed back to your desk, expecting him to emerge from nowhere at any second. You froze when you noticed a red, heart shaped box, all wrapped up with a matching satin bow. ‘These chocolates will never be as sweet as you, but they're the closest thing I could find.’ you smiled as your eyes drifted over the familiar neat script. Once again, the card contained no clues as to who your secret admirer might be. You carefully undid the bow and lifted the lid to find a stunning box of extravagant assorted chocolates. “Another gift from your prince charming?” Linda asks with an excited grin as she roughly tossed her purse and jacket into her chair.

“The funniest part is… these definitely weren't on my desk when I got here. They must have just been dropped off.” She eyes you curiously before looking around at the possible suitors within the small space. You noticed her lips pull into a smile as her eyes locked onto someone.

“Well, good morning Mr. Raglan.” Your blood turned to ice in your veins at the mention of his name.

“Good morning ladies, I hope you're having a good day so far.” You reluctantly turn to face him at the sound of your name. “Another present?” His eyes dart down to the half open box before returning to your face.

“Um, yes sir.” You squeak in response. “Still no name though.” You giggle.

“Shame…” he trails off as he studies you. “I hope he reveals himself soon, I'd like to know who's keeping that pretty smile on your face.” He winks before quickly turning and heading off.

“Something happened between you two, I can feel it.” She narrows her eyes, passing you your own mug of coffee as she settles in with her own. “Spill.”

“So, remember how you brought up that whole flirting thing?” She nods. “Well, I may have pushed things a little further than just, you know, giggling and fawning over his muscles, right?” Her silence was making your nerves run rampant. “I may or may not have kissed him on the cheek when we were parting ways last night.” She gasps your name in shock. “It felt right, okay!” You yell-whisper. “He walked me out to my car, I had already been flirting with him a little bit earlier, he was being his usual sweet and handsome self… I don't know what came over me, it just sort of happened.” You bury your face in your hands.

“What did he say?” She pushes your shoulder lightly to regain your attention.

“I don't know, I got in my car and I left.”

“Are you kidding me? You kissed him and then just walked away?”

“On the cheek!” You rush to clarify.

“On the cheek or not doesn't matter, what if that could have turned into something more?”

“Doubtful-”

“But how do you know?” Your mouth snapped shut at her statement. “Give yourself a little more time to feel things out, but I would say after that you should definitely try to make things a little more serious.”

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You tapped softly against Steve’s office door, a pile of folders situated neatly in your grasp. He calls you in, his back facing you as you enter the room. You wait patiently for him to finish up the phone call he was on, jumping slightly as he slams down the receiver. He groans as he spins in his chair, massaging the bridge of his nose under his glasses. “I swear, they always stick me with the worst damn clients.”

“It's because you’re the best career counselor in the state, if anyone can solve hopeless cases it's you.” You laugh softly, Steve brightens up at the compliment.

“Why thank you bunny.” He says before letting out a quiet chuckle. “I don't know about the best, but flattery will get you everywhere young lady.” He winks at you, making your cheeks grow warm.

“I brought you Mr. O’Malley’s file, along with the applications and other paperwork for the company's we work with that hire people with criminal records. Is there anything else you'd like from me?”

“For you to come to dinner with me tonight.” The request rang in the otherwise silent room like a gunshot. You could hear the blood rushing behind your ears as you processed whether or not you had heard him correctly. “You've been working a lot of late nights, if it's alright with you I'd like to handle things for you for a change.” He smiles warmly at you, you stared back at him with a shocked, empty expression as your mind struggled to catch up with your words.

“I…” you trail off, the warmth in his eyes quickly turning into an expression of panic.

“Sorry if I overstepped, you can say no I won't be offended.” He hurries to apologize.

“Steve.” You jolted slightly at how forceful your own voice came out. You sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to steady your pounding heart. “I would love to. You didn't overstep, I'm just… surprised?” It came out as more of a question but that felt fitting for the moment. You were beyond excited, still not fully believing that he had just asked you to dinner.

“Why's that rabbit?” He rests his chin in the palm of his hand as he leans on his desk, his expression more perplexed than anything else.

Your hand slid over the cool metal doorknob. “It’s just kind of hard to believe that the most handsome man I've ever met is asking me to have dinner with him later.” Your lips pull into a coy smile. “I'll see you later tonight, Steve.” You quickly slip out of his office, heading quickly back to your desk. You decided it was best to wait to mention this to Linda, your nerves were already running rampant as it was. You tried your best to get through the rest of the work day without looking suspicious, but her sharp eyes noticed how frequently you checked the time, how you nervously flipped your pen in between your fingers as you sat idly at your keyboard.

She swivels her chair to face you, her long acrylics drumming rhythmically across the desk. You internally cringe as you watch her eyes narrow. “Spill-”

“He asked me to dinner.” The pressure was immediately too much. “I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to be thinking about it all day but I can't stop.”

“I'm sorry, you didn't want to tell me about the biggest development in your love life since I've met you? He's so into you, this is going to be great!” She tries to encourage you.

��What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm boring or I'm not what he thought I would be like outside of work?” You start to ramble out your anxieties.

“Slow down, that's not going to happen. You are so cool, I need you to remember that.” She starts to dig around through her purse, producing a few makeup products and some tissues. “Go touch up if you want to, I can hold down things here.” You quietly thank her, heading to the bathroom to freshen up your makeup.

The remainder of the day crawled by until five o'clock eventually rolled around. Linda sat at your side, fussing over your hair and trying to convince you to remove the sweater you were wearing to reveal the slinky black cocktail dress you were currently wearing as a skirt. “I'm going to freeze to death.” She practically throws her jacket at you.

“I know exactly which dress that is, you look hot as fuck in it. Give me the sweater.” She orders. You groan and reluctantly pull it over your head, tossing it at her before standing and slipping your arms into the satin lined sleeves. “Heading out, Mr. Raglan?” She couldn't hide the excited tone in her voice as you heard his heavy footsteps approach behind you.

“As long as this pretty little thing is ready to go.” You turn to face him, your cheeks warm as you try to hide your flustered expression. “You look beautiful, rabbit.”

“I'll see you tomorrow Linda.” You smile as he offers you his arm, guiding you into his side as you leave the building together.

He opens your door for you, holding your hand as you lower yourself into the impeccably clean vintage muscle car. He slides into the driver's seat with a soft groan, his gold framed aviators glinting in the setting sunlight. A smile spreads across his face as he studies you in the seat next to him. He silently starts the car, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he turns to back up. As he sits back down his arm remains in place, his large warm hand settling on your arm and pulling you to him. You lean in and place a soft kiss to his cheek, your eyes immediately darting down to your lap. He chuckles, taking your chin between his fingers and running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You better be careful, you might get yourself into trouble doing things like that.” He chuckles, watching your eyes widen under his hungry gaze.

Steve drove you to a cute little bistro that overlooked the river that ran through town. With you tucker safely away into his side to brace against the cold he led you inside. You were sat in a corner, tucked away from everyone else. He ordered for you, wanting you to just enjoy your evening. “Thank you for coming with me.” He says with a bashful smile.

“Thank you for asking me.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched his large, calloused hand reach across the pristine white table cloth to envelope your own.

“The Valentine's Day party is tomorrow.” He suddenly chimes in. You hum in response, eyeing him curiously. “Have you decided if you're going or not?”

“I've definitely been considering it. At the very least I'd get to see you, if anything.” You smile warmly.

“You're sweet.” He gives your hand a soft squeeze. “I'll never understand why you willingly choose to spend time with an old man like me.” Your eyes snapped to him, your heart beginning to race as you debated just putting all of your feelings out into the open.

“Well,” your voice shakes when you finally find the nerve to speak, “that's because I-”

“You folks have a wonderful night.” Your jaw snaps shut as the waiter approaches your table to drop off your check.

“You, what, rabbit?” You search his features for a moment, the building confidence spurring you forward had fizzled out in an instant. You slowly pulled your hand out of his, folding it neatly in your lap, he quickly copied your motions.

“I just think you're really easy to talk to.” You mumble, fidgeting with your fork in front of you. “It should be me who's confused.” You try your best to force out a laugh. “I'm just some dumb little post grad who can't find a job in her field, I'm nothing special Steve.”

“Did you know, it took me seven years to find a job in my field after I graduated college?” His voice came out gentler than you had ever heard it. “Bunny just because you're at a different point than you thought you'd be by now doesn't mean that you're not special or that you're falling behind or any way you could look at it. I look forward to coming to work everyday not because I give a singular fuck about what I do, let's not get that confused.” His crass statement made you giggle, you notice your lightening composure made his shoulders relax slightly. “I look forward to coming in every day because I know that you're going to be there. You're going to bounce into the office in your pretty outfits with your cute little heels and that infectious smile of yours… Honey, I know it's hard to see from the outside looking in, but you are a goddamn treasure to have in my life.” He chuckles. Your cheeks burned as you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap.

“Thank you Steve, it's nice to hear something so positive from someone I admire so much.” He settles your tab, walking to your side of the table to offer you his hand. You smile softly, allowing your fingers to ghost over his rough, calloused skin.

“I don't like seeing my girl looking so down.” You squeeze his hand, your fingers pushing through his as he gently tugs you towards the door. You rode back to the office in a comfortable silence. Steve's arm draped over your shoulder as you settled into his side, the warmth creeping into your body from his own making your eyes heavy. As you pulled in you were a bit reluctant to leave. Every subtle, slightly too long glance made your heart thrum, the way you pressed into him felt like a puzzle piece finally slotting into its perfect match. Being with Steve felt like home.

“I had a great time with you tonight.” You state softly in the small space.

“Same here rabbit.” He carefully reaches out, tucking some stray hair behind your ear. “I do have one more, albeit strange, question for you.” He chuckles.

“And what might that be?” You found yourself leaning in closer to him, your gaze slowly falling to his lips that were tantalizingly close.

“Will you dance with me?” As intoxicating as the idea of kissing him was, you were definitely more perplexed by the offer that had just materialized before you.

“I would love to.” Steve found a station playing some old love song, the trumpet’s lazy melody bringing a smile to your face as your stomach filled with butterflies. His strong arm slides around your waist, pulling you to him as softly as he could manage. He treats you as if you were made of glass, as if the smallest rough movement would have you shattering beneath his fingers. The bright light of the full moon made you glow before Steve's eyes.

“You look so beautiful rabbit.” He whispers. You allow him to effortlessly spin you around the pavement, your movements easily falling in time with his. The world around you faded away, leaving nothing but you and him and the dreamy, far off sound of the radio drifting from his car speakers. He dips you low, your body falling into his hands with complete trust. As you pull back up your eyes find his, striking silver that only seemed to draw you in deeper. He takes a step back from you, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“You're a wonderful dancer.” You compliment with a soft giggle. He holds you close to him as he guides you back to your car. He opens your door, holding your hand in his as you lower yourself into your driver's seat.

“You're not so bad yourself.” He grins down at you, shooting you a wink. “Goodnight rabbit.”

“Goodnight Steve.” You couldn't keep the sad smile off your face as he turned to leave.

“You deserve someone who's going to choose you every day, not that it would be a hard choice.” He chuckles. “Bunny, you're beautiful, funny, kind, smart. Anyone would be lucky to have you by their side… especially me.” He states in a hurried tone before leaving you to sit in the still, silent night.

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The next morning started out just like any other. You went through your daily routine the same way you always did. But, you couldn't shake the memory of what Steve had said to you the night before. ‘Anyone would be lucky to have you by their side… especially me.’ You finished off your makeup before grabbing your coat and heading out the door. You greeted your coworkers in your usual chipper tone as you made your way to your desk. You were met with the sight of a small, yellow plush sitting on your desk, a rose situated neatly in his lap. You picked it up with a smile, rubbing its soft, velvet ear between your fingers as you study it. The note that was left with it contained a single sentence. But, those three words were enough to tell you exactly who your secret admirer had been this whole time. You struggled to keep your composure as you repeatedly traced over the neat script that you now recognized perfectly. “To my rabbit.” You breathe out through a laugh, your vision blurring as tears welled up in your eyes. You cradle the stuffed animal close to your chest, hurrying down to Steve's office. You didn't bother knocking, pushing through the door to find Steve answering emails, an alarmed expression on his face as he whips around to face you.

“Bunny are you o-” you wave your hand in front of him, cutting him off as you try to find the right words to say.

“I'm falling for you.” The confession hung thick in the air after it fell from your lips. Steve blinked a couple times, his brows furrowing together in confusion. “I'm tired of hiding this from you. I was worried what would happen if I told you, I mean, you're my boss, you could fire me right now and there's nothing I would be able to do about it.” Both of you laugh, the tension melting slightly at your small joke.

“I take it you found out who your secret admirer is.” A smile stretches across his lips as his gaze darts down to the rabbit in your hand.

“Why didn't you just tell me?” You sniffle, a tear trailing down your cheek. He pushes himself out of his seat with a soft groan.

“Because, I had convinced myself that you could do a lot better than me.” He takes your hands in his. “But, I'm starting to realize that's not true…” He smiles as he studies how small your hands were in his. “Sure, I can't give you all the money in the world, I can't buy you fancy jewelry at the drop of a hat, I don't live in a mansion…” he sucked in a deep breath to steady himself before continuing. “What I do know is that I want to be the one to pick up the pieces when your world feels like it's falling apart, I want to be the one to hold you tightly in my arms while we drift off to sleep at night. I want to be able to choose you day in and day out because I can't imagine a more perfect woman to fall in love with.” You looked away from him, your cheeks streaked with tears.

You reached out, grabbing him by his toe to yank him down to your level. His lips crashed into yours, two strong hands finding their way to your waist to steady both of you. As you tried to pull back you felt his fingertips press into the soft flesh of your hip, keeping you rooted in place as he drank in every second of this moment. You both separated with a soft gasp, your lungs burning with need for air. “Steve?”

“Yes my beautiful bunny?” He responds breathlessly, tilting your chin up gently with his finger.

“Will you be my Valentine?” He chuckles, no words were needed for you to know his answer. He captures your lips in a much softer, more tender kiss that leaves you feeling light headed.

“Does this mean I should get you more flowers?”

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#fnaf #william afton #five nights at freddy's #springtrap #steve raglan #william afton x reader #william afton imagines #fnaf william afton #william afton fnaf #william afton x you #william afton x reader fluff #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you #steve raglan fluff #fnaf x reader

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myscenic · 8 months ago

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Pairing: bf!jeno x 8thmember!male!reader, (slight) mark x haechan

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.1k+

Synopsis: the dreamies were hungry after a fun day of 7llin’ with dream and decide to make dinner together at the house. jaemin volunteers to cook while the others prepare ingredients and run errands.

at the market, jeno gets a cute call from his boyfriend y/n. laughter and playful teasing ensues between chenle and the lovebirds. back at the house, jeno, chenle and mark suddenly realize they forgot an ingredient.

౨ৎ Note: my first ever request is finished!! I had to rewatch the show to get some inspirations, cuz I literally almost forgot what happened in it lmao. since it's my first request, i was feeling really nervous while writing this, but i still hope u enjoy it<3

it was nighttime, the dreamies were feeling hungry after doing lots of activities in the afternoon, so they decided to have a homemade dinner together at the house. jaemin volunteered to be in charge of cooking while the others helped prepare ingredients.

jaemin assessed his ingredients with a critical eye, realizing several key items were missing. he turned to the group helpers in the kitchen.

"it seems we're short on some staples to start the main dishes," jaemin announced.

jeno looked up from washing vegetables. "i can run to the supermarket to grab what we need."

chenle perked up at the thought of an outing. "ooh, let me come too!"

mark sighed fondly. "i'll come too so you two don't cause too much chaos."

"we'll make it quick," mark assured.

the trio and headed out with an air of excitement and playfulness. while jeno and y/n looked forward to some couple time, they doubted their ability to remain focused on the task. only time would tell if they returned successfully with groceries, or in a lovesick daze once more.

jeno was browsing the meat aisle with mark and chenle when his phone started ringing. he smiled when he saw it was y/n calling.

"you gonna answer that?" chenle asked with a teasing lilt.

jeno playfully rolled his eyes at chenle before answering. "hey babe, what's up?"

"hi jen! i was just wondering, can you pick up some strawberries covered in chocolate while you're at the supermarket?" y/n's sweet voice came through the phone.

jeno couldn't help but grin like an idiot. "of course, do you want anything else~"

y/n giggled, making jeno's heart melt. "you're the best! only the strawberries is good. i can't wait to see you when you get back."

as jeno and y/n continued chatting fondly, chenle started making loud fake throwing up noises behind them. jeno tried to ignore him, but y/n must have heard through the phone.

"is chenle being disgusted again?" y/n asked, giggling more.

jeno gave chenle a side eye. "when isn't he?"

chenle stuck his tongue out in response, but kept making theatrically exaggerated gagging sounds. jeno flipped him off jokingly, unable to stop smiling as he spoke to his boyfriend.

mark chuckled at their antics, shaking his head affectionately. "don't mind him, just focus on your man."

jeno felt his cheeks warm at mark's words, but he was grateful for his hyung's support. "i'll see you soon, babe. love you!"

once jeno hung up, chenle started wheezing with laughter at his own jokes. even jeno had to laugh, chenle's silliness was honestly amusing, not truly mean-spirited.

"alright guys, let's finish up so we can get back to the others," mark said, looping his arms around chenle and jeno's necks affectionately as they continued shopping.

once the three members arrived back to the house from the supermarket, carrying bags of groceries. jaemin hurried over to check what they had bought. he started unpacking the bags and going through the list.

"hmm it seems we are missing one item," jaemin said angrily with a frown. "the green onions."

jeno and chenle quickly turned to blame mark. "it was mark hyung's job to get the green onions but he must have forgotten!" chenle said.

"yeah hyung you had one job!" jeno laughed teasingly.

mark looked shocked. "what? no i didn't, you guys said you would get the veggies!"

as the three started bickering playfully, jaemin observed them with a bemused smile. finally he clasped his hands together loudly. "alright enough you three. it doesn't really matter who forgot, it’s fine anyway. let's just get the food prepped."

with a sigh, mark went to the fridge to start taking out other ingredients they needed. but when he opened it, a bundle of green onions rolled out onto the floor.

the boys froze, then bursts of laughter erupted as they realized there was a spare bunch all along. "there we go," jaemin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. it was just like them to band together and try tricking each other.

before long, the others had finished prepping ingredients and jaemin got to work cooking everything on the stovetop. a delicious aroma began permeating the air as pots simmered. y/n set the table while jeno poured drinks for everyone.

soon dinner was ready and they all crowded around, filling their plates high. compliments rained down on jaemin for his cooking skills as they dug in happily. y/n grinned at jeno across the table, sneaking bites of strawberries between mouthfuls of rice and meat.

they chatted casually about everything from upcoming schedules to funny memories, the atmosphere light and cozy. more than once, y/n caught jeno's foot rubbing affectionately against his ankle under the table when their gazes met. each gentle touch sent sparks through his body and never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

as they finished eating, jeno and y/n volunteered to do dishes while the others lounged around relaxing. they worked efficiently side by side at the sink, hips occasionally bumping as they maneuvered in the small space.

after a few minutes, mark loudly cleared his throat. "do you two seriously need to be joined at the hip right now too?" he nodded pointedly at their intertwined fingers resting on the countertop.

y/n glanced down, not even remembering when their hands had found each other. he blushed, starting to unlink them, but jeno held on firmly.

"says the one who begged to sleep with haechan last night." chenle chuckled, not looking up from his phone.

mark opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by renjun. "you guys, play nice. as long as our lovebirds keep things pg, i don't mind some affection around here." his eyes danced playfully.

"yeah, keep it pg, don't forget that our maknae is still here." jaemin joked as he looked to jisung. he just smiled sheepishly.

y/n grinned, relieved for renjun's understanding as always. jeno rubbed his thumb softly over y/n's knuckles, shooting him a loving smile that made his heart skip. their kitchen duties were finished in contented silence, hands locked together the whole way through.

once the last dish was dried and put away, jeno led y/n by the hand to the couch, cuddling him into his side. mark shook his head disapprovingly but y/n could see the smile he was trying to hide.

he sighed happily into jeno's warm embrace, feeling his boyfriend press a kiss to the top of his head. no matter how much teasing they received, nothing could dampen the elation and security y/n felt in jeno's arms — his most cherished place in the world. he was grateful beyond words for each and every day they had together like this.

#kpop fanfic #kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #nct x male reader #nct dream x male reader #lee jeno x male reader #jeno x male reader

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lionhanie · 5 months ago

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lee riwoo ; everything i didn’t say

VERY angsty (be warned i cried), ex boyfriend! riwoo, first love gone wrong :(, i refer to riwoo by his birth name (sanghyeok), did not really proofread :P

word count: 1.4k

warnings: cursing, relationship issues (yikes), angst

this work is part of my boynextdoor as old 5sos songs series! ↳ if you want to listen to the song, link is here

a/n: i can't lie i think i wrote riwoo out to be kind of a douche in this but it was For The Angst ok. and also he's remorseful about it so... it's fine i guess loooool

likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!

sanghyeok is stuck in a loop. photobooth pictures of the two of you, the (now) dead bouquet you got him after his first performance, the hoodie that you’d always wear when you came over. he can’t look around his apartment without being reminded of your relationship, but he’d rather die than get rid of the remaining traces of you in his life. the two of you were highschool sweethearts; becoming dance partners at random in a club after school and the rest was history.

your chemistry was unmatched, not just while you were dancing together, but even when the music stopped, it was just you two in your own world. really, it was perfect-- everyone around you two was convinced you guys were going to be together forever with the way you looked at each other with literal hearts in your eyes.

that is, until it was time for the two of you to part following your graduation. sanghyeok was moving a 3-hour train ride away from your hometown, making it much harder to see each other frequently. it worked for a while, he likes to think. every other saturday, you’d always wake up early in the morning to catch the first train over to your boyfriend-- but even then, you’d only get to spend less than a full twenty four hours together before you needed to go home for class on monday. there wasn’t any… bad blood between you two per se, but rather life seemed to get in the way of your relationship.

“the way you held me / i wish that i’d put you first / i was wrong i admit, numb from your kiss / while you were slipping through my finger tips”

sanghyeok was heavily involved in the dance club at his university, oftentimes running to practice immediately after class. practice /alone/ would eat up a couple hours of his limited free time, and the rest of the time he would spend trying to catch up with coursework that was slowly creeping up on him.

his texts become less frequent, and when he does finally send you a message, he’d never be active long enough to actually have a meaningful conversation. the two of you pinky promised that you’d try to call every night to keep in touch, but sanghyeok would often miss your designated calling time, explaining that he was still in the studio, or was stuck trying to learn the material from this week’s classes, or that he was simply too tired to call that night.

“all the wrongs that i hoped would erase from your memories / holding onto a broken and empty heart / flowers i should’ve bought / all the hours i lost / wish i could take it back to the start”

maybe he was too naive to think that the distance would be fine-- that your relationship would be exactly how it was in high school, where the two of you had butterflies in your stomach each time you saw each other. he didn’t realize how neglectful he’d been until you called him in tears one day, a little past one am (and long past your usual 9pm call time, that he missed, again), when he was on his way back to his apartment after practice. huh? that’s odd. you aren’t usually up this late.

“do you even care anymore? i want you to be honest, sanghyeok, please.” your voice is coarse, it’s obvious that you’ve been crying, especially with the small hiccups you can’t seem to hide as you speak. “if you aren’t going to try anymore, we should just break up.”

“y/n? baby, what are you saying right now? what do you mean we should break up?”

you almost scoff at his words, in complete disbelief that /he/ doesn’t even know what he’s doing wrong. “this is the fourth time this week you’ve avoided our calls. jesus, have you even read any of the past texts i’ve sent you?” your voice breaks, filled with both frustration and utter heartbreak.

“to be honest, i really needed you tonight. you know, you’re not the only one who’s busy. life has been kicking me in the ass lately and the only thing that keeps me going recently is the thought of hearing your voice at the end of the day, but now i can’t even get that! shit, i’ve been so patient with you, sanghyeok-- with us.”

“hey, i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry i didn’t read your texts earlier, and sorry for missing our call earlier..” he takes the phone away from his ear, checking the time and putting you on speaker. 1:15 AM. he hasn’t even started studying for the test he has in the morning. “but can we talk about this tomorrow? i just left the studio, and i really need to get to studying once i get to the apartment. and there’s no rehearsal tomorrow, so i’ll be able to call-”

“you don’t get it, don’t you? it doesn’t matter that tomorrow you’ll finally be able to call, it’s the fact that i’m always your last priority these days. it fucking hurts, sanghyeok. you’re my number one, and yet i can’t even get a text back from you anymore.” he stops in his tracks, listening to you on the other end of the phone. surely he hasn’t missed that many of your calls. he was almost certain he texted you good morning the second he woke up. he curses under his breath at himself when he looks at his notifications. 2 missed calls. over 10 texts from both yesterday and today, unopened. he must’ve forgotten.

“we aren’t in high school anymore, okay? it shouldn’t be a burden to put in a little bit more effort for someone you love, even if you’re further away now… you always used to send me flowers whenever you missed me, or call me in the middle of the day just to hear my voice. what happened to us?” your sniffles stopped by now, instead being replaced with all of the emotions from the past couple weeks finally being aired out.

“why am i always the one who wakes up at four in the morning every weekend just to spend some time with you? why do i have to be the one to sit and wait for your calls, only to see that you’re busy again? damnit, i just wish i knew you still loved me, sanghyeok.” he can feel his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

“with all of the mistakes i’ve made / from all the letters that i’ve saved / this is everything i didn’t say / i wish i could’ve made you stay / and i’m the only one to blame / i know that it’s a little too late”

fuck. he’s crying again. he can’t recall how many times he’s reread the love letters you once exchanged in high school. they used to sit in a pretty decorated cardboard box on his desk, but his bedside drawer is their new home; it’s much easier to read them every night when they’re right next to him. he’s extra careful not to get any of his tears on your writing, just in case those are the last letters you’ll ever write for him.

if he had just noticed sooner… if he wasn’t so focused on himself, maybe he would’ve seen how much the person he loved most was hurting, all because of him. sanghyeok almost feels sick thinking about how you kept in your feelings for so long; enduring all the pain in hopes that he would turn things around eventually.

“i hope you know / for you i’d sacrifice / to make this right / some day i’m sure / we’ll pass each other by / until that time…”

and at the end of the night, when sanghyeok’s head hurts from crying for too long, and another tissue box is empty beside him, he goes for a walk. it’s his routine, after all. he’ll walk down the same dim path he walked on the night you two broke up, and he will sit on a bench and look up at the sky through the clearing between the trees. he’s waiting for a shooting star.

...by the time that star comes, he’s already prepared with his wish. he doesn’t even need to think about what he wants most in this world, because he knows the only thing he would wish for is one more chance to make things right with you.

#boynextdoor x reader #bnd x reader #riwoo #boynextdoor riwoo #riwoo x reader #boynextdoor riwoo x reader #kpop fic #boynextdoor writing #boynextdoor fic #boynextdoor imagine #kpop #ᯓᡣ𐭩 my writing #boyfriend imagines #lee riwoo #lee sanghyeok #x reader

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thewatcher-ofmedia · 6 months ago

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🔥CHARACTER REVIEW TIME🔥

(Can you tell that my portuguese teacher didn't come so I have 100 minutes without shit to do)

ANYWAYS, since I'm in the 4th episode I think it's a good time to see first impressions

MAIN CHARACTERS

CHARLES

I love him so much, like I was 10 minutes in and saying "I would die for you, I would kill for you, just ask and I'll do it"

Favourite character obviously

Wanna put him in a jar and protect him from everything bad in the world

He's brunette, has curls, is the sunshine character, has daddy issues and uses humour to cope so obviously he's also on the list of fictional crushes

Also something that I absolutely love about this show is that they pick this "stereotypical characters" and make them better.

Like, in this case the always happy character would have a ton of trauma but the show (or the characters, but that's a talk for another post) would not acknowledge this, they would show real depressed shit and then completely ignore it for the rest of the show.

Or just show it in the end of the series then kill him off.

But here they're letting people know from the beginning AND it's visible that the fact that he hides it is gonna be a major plot point in the show which makes me SO HAPPY

And in the loop scenes they made sure to focus on Charles face and reaction every. single. time.

Anways, I'm soo curious to learn more about his trauma and death and to see his character development

And he's so cute and trying so hard to make sure everyone likes him and lighten the mood and to not be a bother and to make everyone happy and I'm gonna cry

EDWIN

I also love him so goddamn much

He's also going in the jar, don't worry I'll protect you from everything

He's my baby (he was born more two hundred years before me and is my age BUT HE'S MY BABY)

Seriously someone needs to sit him down and say that everything is going to be ok (and get death the fuck away from him, my boy does not deserve hell, he deserves to be with his boyfriend best friend)

Also love this concept that everyone around him knows he's not straight, he knows that he's not straight but somehow he's still in the closet. Like, he never says he's straight, but he says to Niko that Mounty and him both boys, so one cannot be into the other and when Niko says that boys can like like each other he just turns the conversation around

I think they're writing that so well. It's subtle yet obvious, it's so good

Also, he's autistic, definitely in the spectrum. He obviously doesn't know because the first diagnosed case of autism was in 1943

And the dynamics that he has with everyone is SO GODDAMN GOOD

CRYSTAL

Someone give this girl an aspirin, a therapist and a bed

My girl cannot catch a break

One more in the protection jar, don't worry, I'll find your family for you, you need to rest

Overall great character, she's sassy, she's funny and she's the only emotional intelligent one

She's definitely gonna be the bridge for Edwin and Charles' romantically relationship

Like she's Miss "Edwin is acting weird because he's jeaulous of the sexual tension that we have, Charles" and Miss "Charles got stuck in the loop because he has strong feelings towards abusive fathers because he had one, Edwin"

Really love that we have someone to smack this idiots and say "You're in love with each other" because they are not gonna realise that by themselves

Also, DAVID GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER, SHE DOES NOT DESERVE YOU. I'LL GET THE CROSS, I SWEAR I'LL DO IT.

NIKO

She's so cute, I wanna protect her from this cruel, cruel world

This means that I already have her in the jar, no one else is gonna get to her

At first I thought she was gonna be this really closed and introvert character that was gonna talk when absolutely necessary and was a bit emo. But like her hair her personality lightened up as soon as the parasites got out (she was sick it's normal that she was wuth a really depressed attutude but Bea's too focused on the story to remember how people act socially)

I really wanna hug her, I need to

Also love how eager she is to help and how she has nothing to do with the boys , she's a "cas closed" but even Edwin can't say no to her

I feel like her "almost dying" trauma is gonna be a bit underrated (although I see that they are not completely ignoring because of the 3rd episode where she felt like she couldn't deal with death since she almost met her the week before) but I want to believe the opposite because until now the show has not disappointed me in terms of traumas (or in other terms really)

SIDE CHARACTERS

ESTHER

I don't have much to say, I like her in the twisted "this is a fun villain" way

I'm really curious to know more about this Lilith and immortality thing

She did loose some points in my book with the whole torturing the crow thing

I am ✨️traumatised✨️

CAT KING

I'm so confused about his character

Like, he's a really fun character

And his outfits are great

But at the same time, get the fuck away from Edwin, in both the scenes with both of them I was so scared that he was going to the "no consent" zone

I do love that both the scenes where he's in he slays the outfit, tries to drag Edwin out the glass closet, fails, keeps him trapped so he can try to do this one more time and goes away

Like, he has one objective and one objective only and honestly, respect

JENNY

My patient queen

I have not much more to say

She accidentally adopted two really weird teenagers and regrets that so much

I respect her so much

As an older sister, if she snaps, grabs a knife and kills them both out of annoyance I would support it

That's it 🫶

If you haven't understood yet I have way too many thoughts about this series

#beareviewsdeaboydetectives #dead boy detectives #charles rowland #edwin payne #crystal palace #niko sasaki #esther #cat king #jenny the butcher

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lillie98 · 4 months ago

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An excerpt from a Fic I wrote a while ago centering on Autistic!Mike. I wrote it from my perspective as a late-diagnosed female who found euphoria and purpose from this one little word. I hope you take the time to read it and understand the life-changing power of diagnosis. Autism is not a tragedy. Rather, it is a difference in the Human Condition that deserves celebration.

"Hey…Will, I almost forgot. I need to tell you something important". Will immediately flinches awake and startles, scanning the room for threats.

"What? Is something wrong? Are you okay?"

"No, nothing's wrong," Mike assures him, running his hand down Will's cheek. Embarrassment and shame course through him. He wishes Will’s nervous system didn’t overreact this way. He speaks quietly and clearly, emphasizing his words. "I'm okay. We’re safe.” Will leans into Mike’s touch and anchors himself in the present. He is safe, Mike is safe, and they are together. His eyes slip closed as he takes a few steadying breaths. He then shifts to his side to see Mike better, turning on the small lamp on the nightstand and propping himself up on his elbow. Mike looks anxious. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as he stares at the ceiling. Will places his hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

"Hey, whatever it is, you can tell me, okay?” he reassures Mike. “I won't be mad. We'll work through it together. You know how much I love you.” Will's words ease Mike's anxiety. Here goes nothing.

"I talk to Robin a lot–just like you–but we don't just talk about boyfriends. We…we talk about…other things, too.”

"What kinds of other things?" Will probes. Mike swallows hard.

"We…we talk about…fuck, this is tough….about my…my brain.” He can't believe he said it. Will is even more confused. His brain? What about his brain? The last time he checked, Mike's brain was perfect. Why does this involve Robin? Mike cannot make eye contact. Will eyes stare directly into his soul. If he looks back, he will lose his sanity. His hands white knuckle the sheets–anything to ground himself.

"My brain is…different from most people's.” Mike’s not sure how to explain this without sounding completely insane. “I have difficulty connecting with people and holding on to relationships. I'm blunt and straightforward, and people think I'm rude. That's why making friends is hard for me. People don't understand how to interact with me.” The words are slow and halted, forced out like a reluctant child. Will hangs on every one. He has yet to see the whole picture but will keep listening until he does. Mike continues as bile creeps into his throat.

"I also struggle with change. I need routine and structure; it keeps me safe. When that structure changes, it takes me longer to adjust. Like when you and El moved away, or Max joined our Party.” Words come faster now. He’s held this pain inside for too long. “I don't understand why things change and how everyone moves on while I'm stuck in this perpetual loop. I get scared that everything will change because one thing is changing, and it’s too much to handle. I don't want to be hostile, but my brain tells me to protect myself. Routines also help me not feel overwhelmed by the world. Everything is loud…and bright…and fast. It's terrifying.” Tears spill out, emotions too much to contain. “If I stick to my routine, some of that stuff fades into the background. But as soon as it changes, that all comes rushing back in. My body shuts down, and I can’t stop it. I lose control, and it's scary, Will. It's…It's so scary!"

Mike breaks down and rolls into his boyfriend’s waiting arms. Will is dumbfounded. He had no idea. How has Mike survived this long? He rubs deep circles into Mike’s back, attempting to ground him. He wishes Mike had told him sooner. He would have helped him through it, been there for him when it was all too much. How did he miss it? Something so central to Mike's being unknown to the people he loves most. Will's mind drifts back to their childhoods when Mike would fall apart on the floor. Will would hold and rock him until he calmed down–not dissimilarly to what he did last week at the hospital. Then it clicks. Mike is describing those moments. Nights spent on the kitchen floor crying over a scratchy shirt tag or "wrong foods" touching. He got angry because Will canceled plans they made a week ago, even though his PTSD flared up and he was too weak to go out. His head swirles with examples, and each one makes more sense than the last. He holds Mike's face, wiping tears with his thumbs.

"Mike, I understand. I see how scary those moments are for you. I may not feel what you feel, but I see your pain, and that’s enough. You are not broken, and there is nothing wrong with you. Do you understand me?" Mike tearfully nods. "I love you so much, and I am honored that you feel safe enough to share this part of yourself with me. I will always be here to help you, just like you help me. We need each other, and I am so thankful to have you in my life. I do have a question, though. Is there a name for this, and why do you discuss it with Robin? Isn't that something a doctor tells you?"

Mike laughs at Will's innocent questions. "You should talk about it with a doctor, but most don't know much about it. It's called autism, and I talk about it with Robin because she has it, too. She's the one who saw it in me. The first time she explained it…I cried, Will. I had never heard a word describe me so perfectly.” As he remembers the moment, new tears form, and a smile radiates through his body. “It was like…I had a missing piece, and Robin found it. She unlocked me. I finally have permission to be myself. All of these struggles, all of this pain, it's real. It has a name. I've never felt this way, and I want you to know so you can feel it, too. I love you so much, Will.” Autism. Will rolls the word around in his mind. He's never heard it before, but it makes sense. It explains Mike. His bluntness, his temper, his everything. He pulls Mike close and hugs him tightly, tears mingling in their embrace as they celebrate the moment. It is not sad. Instead, it is euphoric.

#stranger things 5 #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #byler endgame #stranger things headcanons #byler is requited #autistic joy #actuallyautistic #autistic mike wheeler #stranger things analysis #mental health #late diagnosed autistic

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i've been thinking a LOT about how Last Christmas by Wham! is THE steddie song for the holidays bc listen it was released on 1984. 1984 !!!! guys !!! steve and nancy had just broken up, right after they spent the previous christmas together ! (/last christmas,/ i gave you my heart,/ and the very next day, you gave it away) and you bet recently dumped steve harrington was listening to this on loop, nursing his broken heart ...

so it leaves steve with a bit of that broken heart everytime he listens to it,,, that is till one morning, christmas '86, steve and eddie already dating, already maybe feeling a bit too much for each other than they should (but who can judge how two trauma filled hearts behave ?),

then this one morning steve shuffles into the kitchen and he hears eddie singing lowly, he doesnt recognize the song at first, too busy wrapping his arms around eddie's waist and nuzzling into his boyfriend... that's till he really listens and

/this year to save me from tears,/

/i'll give it to someone special/

steve's heart spins and thumps so hard against his chest that he misses whatever joke eddie cracked about either steve poisoning his head with pop music that's too catchy or how come he had to get a christmas song stuck ?? his uncle wayne is going to never going to let him live it done (i hc the munsons as jewish) but it doesnt matter bc eddie spins around in place, holds steve's face with way too much affection and

/but if you kissed me now, i know you'd fool me again/

how can steve not fall in love with both the song and eddie right then and there, on a tuesday morning with both of them still barefoot against the cold tile ?

#god this was long #SORRY #i was blasting christmas songs last night with my sis #and ofc i had to make it about steddie #steddie hc #steddie #steddie headcanon #steveddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #robbie headcanons and fics !

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wheneverfeasible · 3 months ago

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Let’s Do The Time Loop Again

Based on this post

wc: 1.1k || rating: T || cw: vague reference to suicide, mention of violence and injury || ship: Ronance || summary: Robin is stuck in a time loop. S4 AU || ao3

It should have been a simple thing. After all, she was supposed to be Smart with a capital S. Instead, they’d been having this same conversation every day for six months and the urge to strangle her was at an all time high. Still. At least the outcome was known now.

“Oh my god, I’m not into Steve!” Robin yelled, throwing her hands up in frustration. “You act like you’re so in-love with him but I really just think it’s because you can’t handle the fact that your first love is moving on and you can’t figure out how to break up with your boyfriend whom you no longer love!”

Other days, they’ve sat and talked about that. Nancy would reveal that she doesn’t miss Jonathan as much as she thought she should. That being apart was becoming easier every day. That she had her own goals in life and she couldn’t see a future with anyone who tried to limit her ambition or otherwise acted like an impediment, intentionally or otherwise.

Most days, however, it ended with Robin nudging Nancy to the news article she needed to make her discovery while dealing with the prickly girl feeling uneasy about Robin’s relationship with her ex-boyfriend.

Sometimes she told her the truth about herself, other days she simply denied it all like her first time before she got stuck, and other times she just got fed up and left. There was one thing she had never done before, however, and watching Nancy’s bitchy little face as she didn’t seem to fully accept that Robin and Steve weren’t a thing was the last straw.

Huffing a harsh breath, Robin reached out and tangled her fingers in Nancy’s hair as she pulled the girl towards her and smashed their lips together.

Honestly, she was expecting Nancy to push her away, maybe even slap or straight up punch her. It’s what Vickie had done more than once when Robin had first tried to make it work between them during all this, first tried to show Vickie that she could be a better boyfriend than her actual boyfriend. Before she had to finally admit that her infatuation wasn’t some great love story, that she and Vickie weren’t meant to be together, and she had to let her go.

Vickie had never fully accepted it anyways, accepted them, not even when Robin had tried to express her love and admiration with flowers and chocolates and the knowledge of the world’s imminent destruction. (The last part had probably been too much, all things considered.)

Instead, Nancy tensed momentarily, shocked and confused and frozen at the sudden action, and then she kissed back. A small gasp left her, which allowed Robin to slip her tongue in, and goodness, Nancy Wheeler was a fantastic kisser. When Robin finally (reluctantly) pulled back, Nancy’s eyes were closed, her head tilted slightly up, lips softly parted and pink.

When she finally blinked her eyes open, she stared dazedly at Robin. It was Robin’s turn to tense, to prepare to flee, even if she knew she’d be right back here as soon as Vecna killed her later, or on the off-chance this was one of the times they defeated him, when she woke up the next morning in the last.

She had thought, at the beginning, that it would all be over if they managed to defeat Vecna/Henry/One, but then they did, and then Robin was waking back up to the day Dustin stormed into Family Video to find Eddie. She was so tired of watching her friends die. She’d still sometimes have nightmares of watching Steve be beaten to death beneath Starcourt, of watching the light and life leave his eyes, his heart stop beating against hers.

It was so much worse watching it happen in reality. Steve, Nancy, Dustin, Eddie, Max, Lucas, even little Erica…she’d watched them all die over and over again and she had no idea why. Why she was the only one aware of what was happening. She had even tried to stop it herself, had taken herself out of the equation hoping that maybe that would release everyone else, but it never did.

“Oh.” Nancy’s cheeks slowly reddened as she looked up at Robin. Then, her lips slowly curled into a small smile. “Oh,” she repeated quietly, like everything was suddenly coming together in her mind. She let out a soft chuckle, then she reached out and lightly brushed her fingers over Robin’s. “Can we…discuss this later? After everything?”

Robin smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. She knew that there wasn’t a later, or an after. There was only an again.

She agreed though, and Nancy listened to her about where she should look in the records, and things continued on like normal. Nancy kept asking her opinion on things, however, which allowed Robin to steer things much more easily to one of the better outcomes. It was hard work, and it wasn’t without problems or injury, but they managed to save Max, save Eddie, saved everyone, and even defeated Vecna for good. Again.

She wondered sometimes why she still tried so hard, why she didn’t just curl in a ball and ignore everything, but she loved her friends too much for that. Loved Nancy too much for that, even though she knew that Nancy would never be able to return her feelings. Not when, in a few hours, Nancy would forget any of this had ever even happened.

“We did it,” Nancy breathed, fierce triumph in her eyes as she clutched Robin’s hand in a tight grip, bruised and bloodied but alive. For now. Robin turned to look at her, at the tear tracks down her grimy face even as she smiled, and Robin knew she was thinking about Barb, thinking that she had finally been avenged. For now.

“We did it,” Robin agreed, and she wanted to cry too. It wasn’t the best outcome they’d ever had before. Eddie had still been attacked by demobats, but he survived, if barely. Max still had broken limbs, but she wasn’t the final victim. Steve probably had another concussion, but he was breathing. Erica had a broken arm too, Dustin a broken ankle, and Lucas had just barely managed to avoid being shot but…the gates wouldn’t open this time. But there was always next time.

There was always a next time.

Nancy looked at her, and though she still seemed unsure about everything, she looked like she at least finally had the answer she was searching for. Robin knew how much it had hurt Steve when he thought Nancy was cheating on him, knew it wasn’t fair to Jonathan, but she also knew that whatever happened today didn’t count. It would only be her own heart breaking.

Robin, knowing this, drew Nancy towards her without her usual awkwardness, startling the other girl. She then leaned in to kiss Nancy again and let herself pretend, just for now, just for a little while, that everything was finally over.

Maybe, tomorrow, she’d kiss Nancy again too.

Disclaimer: this has originally been posted as a reblog to the linked post, but to make it easier on myself I am simply reposting it as its own thing with some edits.

Hostage tag: @derythcorvinus

Tagged because mention of interest: @absentminded001

#does she repeat it all again?#is it over?#maybe she wakes up the next morning with nancy’s arm around her waist #maybe she wakes up alone #who’s to say #time loop au #time loop #time loop ronance #ronance #ronance au #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things s4 au #stranger things #plot thots

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verilly · 21 days ago

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BaB / FoH / Blink of an Eye ✶

Aquamarine Hoshino x Reader

This is PART FIVE, check out other parts in the link below!

REQUIEM: Sixth New Genesis!

What's to come: [established relationship], [reader is a member of B-Komachi], [a bit of filler...]

[Songs of the Chapter: "STAR T☆RAIN" by B-Komachi, "Gimmie Chocolate!!" by BABYMETAL, and "Dramaturgy" by Eve.]

[8,239 words]

“What are you… doing here?” You ask Akane, who latched on you the moment she heard your voice.

“Ahh!! [name], I haven’t seen you in so long! I missed you so much!” Akane cried out, sobbing into your shoulder, “And when I saw what you had texted me, I had to make my way over here!”

“Ohoho?? Well, long time no see to you too, Akane!” Memcho laughed, “You two seem to be having a moment, so I’ll see myself out for now! See you later!!!” She laughed some more, running away to what you can only assume is the direction towards Ruby and Kana.

“Y-You saw my text?” You mumbled, “But you didn’t open it so I thought that…”

“Well I kind of wanted it to be a surprise.” She smiled softly as she pulled away from the hug, “Now what I want you to know is that what happened last night isn’t your fault, and I’m so grateful that you came clean to me as soon as you could. Now…” She signaled to the door.

“O-Oh yeah, you can come inside! Well it’s not my house, but I’m sure they won’t mind.”

“Thank you, [name].” She smiled again, walking inside the large home. You followed closely behind her.

When you did, you saw Aqua again. Still sitting at the kitchen’s table. You looked back at Akane, but before you knew it, she was across the room, right in front of Aqua.

“Oh, Akane. You’re here too.” Aqua mumbled, a little shocked with how fast Akane came close to him. He quickly stood up, making Akane look up to him rather than the other way around. She smiled when he stood up, on her tippy toes she gave him a kiss on the cheek before backing away, “That’s for saving me during my controversy, and for technically being my boyfriend.”

And before you knew it,

SLAP!

A loud noise echoed across the room. Your jaw dropped when you saw Akane’s hand swiftly fly across Aqua’s face. He looked almost as shocked as you were.

“And that’s for trying to kiss my partner while they're most vulnerable.” She states simply, quickly making her way back towards you, “Let me know if he gives you any more trouble, [name].” She turned towards Aqua, “Actually, both of you. Don’t go harassing each other.”

Partner? You blushed when that one meaningful word escaped her lips.

She held your hand before kissing your lips for a split second, “I’ll be your number one fan, [name]. Tell me all about B-Komachi, I can stay here for a few more minutes. And if I can get to your concert, I’ll be sure to be right at the front! But no promises that I’ll be there, unfortunately I have a heavy schedule these days.”

“Really? My oshi color is blue! Just like your hair!” You smile, keeping her hand right in yours. It felt as if you were back in your old life, right next to Hanae.

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you!”

“I missed talking to you in real life.”

“I missed you.”

“Well I missed you more!”

“Nuh uh”

While you and Akane were stuck in an endless loop of lovey dovey-ness, Aqua was still in quite the shock from the slap. He felt his right cheek sting, but what stung more was his heart. ‘That should be me with you there, not Akane.’ is what he thought, but seeing you happy was enough for him. Your smile looked exactly like Ai’s, just like how Ai used to smile at him when she was alive.

He could wait a little longer before that was him with you.

Just like that, the few minutes you had with Akane slipped away in what it felt like only a few seconds. Akane waved her goodbye as the car parked in front of Aqua’s house swiftly left without a honk.

“Well that was unexpected.” Aqua said, sitting back down in his chair, “Oh and, [name]. I’m sorry about what happened last night.”

“You should be.” You muttered, taking a seat next to him, “But as long as Akane forgives you, then I do too. I guess…”

That’s when your phone buzzed from inside your pocket. It was from Akane! It read: “I’m sorry I said partner so suddenly, it was in the moment and I apologize again if it was too much. I may have sounded too forward, but I really do mean it! But we barely spend any time together anymore, so I think that, looking back on my actions, it would be better if I had your answer first!

However, I do think it would be best if both of us were to focus on our careers. It would be horrible if something were to happen to any of us because of a crazed fan!

…and also I believe that me, you, and Aqua could work out together;;; let me know what you think..!! It might sound crazy I’m sorry :( it’s also okay if you don’t want anything in general!

By the way, you look beautiful as always.

PS. If Aqua does anything like that again I’ll beat him up for you!

PSPS. I am legally supposed to write this down because of my higher ups besides the last few parts. I’m sorry. (TTYS!)

PSPSPS. I am also legally obliged to say that what I meant about beating up Aqua was a joke. Love you!”

You smiled at your phone while you read her text, though your smile turned into a frown when you fully wrapped your head around it. It’s so stupid that they’re controlling her love life.

But from now on, you wouldn’t have to feel the burden of hurting Hanae— Akane by leading people on because the two of you aren’t in an official relationship! Well… you were already doing that in the first place but…

Anything for Han— I mean- Akane.

You took a deep breath before speaking to Aqua again, “Aquamarine Hoshino, from now on, consider us partners as well☆! I just got Akane’s approval, so now I won’t feel so guilty if something ever happens between the two of us.” You smirk, slowly pushing a part of his bangs behind his ear.

His face was brushed with blush after your touch, it was honestly kind of cute, but not that cute…

“Alright.” He replied, pulling your hand away from him.

You couldn’t sense anything from him. As in: you couldn’t tell if he was angry, sad, or annoyed. Which, for someone as experienced as you, was strange. Hopefully he’s not upset with you… maybe he could already tell that you’re just leading him on?

Ehh, so be it.

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After a somewhat filling breakfast with the girls, Miyako hurled you and the rest of B-Komachi with a cart full of luggage into her van. The ride there was sweet, Ruby and Mem were singing B-Komachi’s recently learned songs, Kana was looking out the window in silence, and Aqua was sitting in the back next to her presumably scrolling through content on his phone. Meanwhile, you were sitting in the front seat next to Miyako while scrolling through the endless hype tweets you were getting from social media.

“Anata no aidoru…” Ruby started to sing the next song that played on the karaoke CD.

“Sain wa B!” Mem sang along with her, putting her hand in hers. They were smiling and giggling.

“Chu!” You murmur instinctively, blushing a little bit when realizing what you just said.

“Oh my gosh!! [name] said it– I mean, [alias] said it!! They said the thing!!!” Ruby gleefully shouted, getting up from her seat to shake your shoulders from behind.

“Even though it was supposed to be my line!” Kana complained jokingly, looking away from the window to you with a smirk on her lips. The boy sitting next to her looking over to you as well.

“I’m sorry! I won't do it on the stage.. It’s just so catchy and– You weren’t even going to say it!”

“You don’t know that!”

“Well if you waited any longer you would’ve been off count!” You slyly reply, you knew what you said was a bit too much, but it was in the moment.

“Oh shut up!!” Kana whined, throwing a plastic water bottle towards your head. She promptly got a scolding from Miyako about driving safety, which made the other girls tense up with you giggling and Aqua having a back and forth with her.

A few more minutes passed until Miyako pulled into the packed parking lot of the convention. She parked her minivan into the smallest crevice she could find, making it almost impossible to slip out from her car, but you made it.

“Alright girls, we’re going to the dressing rooms,” Miyako announced, rustling with her map, “Which I think is… that way.” She points towards the door with the pink door frame, “Oh wait, actually it might be that building.”

“Here Miyako, let me look. I’m great with maps!” Memcho sings, “Okay… so if we’re at the entrance now… wait- we’re next to that big tree, nevermind, it’s not even on the map. Uhh.. What about that statue?”

“It shouldn’t be that hard to figure out a map.” Kana sighs, pulling out her phone. “Literally just look at the email they sent us. See, look! We’re supposed to be going into the Yoisaki Tower.”

“I know that, Kana!!!” Memcho sighs, “It just doesn’t say where it is!”

“Oh there it is!” Ruby says, pointing to the sign that points towards the red-ish building, “It wasn’t that hard!”

“Oh.”

“That's what you call tunnel vision” You laugh, “Come one, let’s go!” You pull your suitcase towards the entrance.

The dressing room looked like hell, and it felt like hell as well. There were, what felt like, millions of girls stuffed into one floor. Many of which were crying, fanning themselves, or jumping around.

“Oh my god, this is heaven! There’s so many pretty girls wearing pretty dresses! Oh my god, I just can’t!” Ruby squealed, leaning against you, “[alias], hold me!” You laugh along, grabbing Ruby’s shoulders.

“There's an empty table over there, it should say B-Komachi and if it doesn’t, go ask the staff where you should put your stuff down. I have a huge plate on my hands right now, so if you girls could take care of that stuff and change your clothes accordingly, then that would be amazing.” Miyako said, tapping away at her phone as she mutters something under her breath, “You guys are on at 8 PM, so in about 6 hours? Prepare yourselves please!” She smiled at the four of you before quickly running off towards a man wearing a headset.

“Ahh!! Isn’t this exciting?! The full idol experience!” Ruby shouts, jumping around, “Ohh!! We should watch some shows, it’ll be so fun– and we have so much time!! Arrgh! I just can’t wait!!!”

“That’s great, Ruby, but maybe we should put our stuff down first.” Kana says, pulling Ruby towards the empty table.

“I wonder where Aqua is right now.” You say out loud, following the two girls with Memcho and your suitcase.

“Oh? Do you like him?” Mem giggles.

“Ah… well. Not really, it’s just that. If we’re all here, then where is he? I mean, even Miyako is here. I was just wondering, that’s all.”

“Well it seems like you’re thinking about him all the time! You must have a cruuush!!~” Mem says, nudging your side.

“What??! Me? No… No way, if anyone likes Aqua then it has to be Kana! Have you seen the way they are together? It’s crazy!”

“Well… I guess you do have a point, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t like him!”

“Oh please, Mem, I’m in a good and dedicated and nice relationship with Akane.”

“Yeah sure you do… definitely didn’t overhear you talking with Aqua about you know… the opening up of the relationship~”

“What?”

“Yeah I was there!”

“Uhm…” Your face turns red, “We should… stop talking now.”

“Anything you say, boss man.” Mem laughs, walking towards the other girls much faster than the two of you were going originally.

“Ah! Don’t call me that– but in other words,” You smile, catching up to her, “Did you see them? *Jump Jump More are here! We could definitely catch their show!”

“Maybe you should catch it with Aqua!”

“Memcho!!!”

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There are approximately 10 more minutes until you and the girls get to be on the Star Stage. The outfit you were wearing was red, just like the other girls. The tie you had on was unique in the sense that it was one of the long ones, the bottom half of your outfit has a half skirt, and you had leggings underneath them. Not to mention your mask looked entirely different: you had commissioned a friend to 3D print a replica with a strong resin mold and paint it blue to match your lightstick.

You couldn’t take your eyes away from the mirror in front of you, this had been the first time B-Komachi had all been in outfits together, all in one place. “We look beautiful.”

“I feel like I’m going to throw up” Memcho sighs.

“Oh my god- I am not that ugly!!!” You whine.

“Oh no, not you. It’s just that… I’m so not ready to go out there.” Mem sobs, putting her hands over her face, “I feel like I’m going to throw up!”

“Memcho, snap out of it already!” Ruby shouts, shaking her shoulders back and forth, “We’re going to go out there and we’re going to blow their brains out with how cool we are! And we’re going to have a million fans after this show because we’re just so amazing!!!”

“Ruby, you’re crazy… and so out of it.” Kana sighs, “But I’m scared too… what about you, [alias]?”

“I’m so excited to be on the stage☆!” You smile underneath your mask.

“You’re totally lying, I get it.” Kana snarkily laughs, pushing your shoulder, “It’s good to have a positive outlook.”

“If I throw up, we should all throw up together so that it looks synchronized and on purpose so that the fans will think we’re cool and that we were trying to send a message-” Memcho rambles

“I think we broke her.” Kana murmurs, “And we’re on in a few minutes… this is insane.”

“Snap out of it Mem!!!!” Ruby shouts again, “Come on!”

The girls continue to argue and chat as you zone out completely. Your second life had played out just like this and it went on terribly. Exactly like this. Would you die again? Right here, in front of… you don’t know how many people are out here, but this is the 21st century! Technology has changed and so has the stage light strength industry…probably.

But then again, maybe a screw is loose and it’ll fall on top of you, crushing every bone in your body, and your corpse will be as flat as paper. Then again, maybe it’d crush a different member, but you wouldn’t want any of the girls to be hurt, so maybe it would be best for it to just crush you instead. Though that would also be horrible because you’d have to wait another whatever years to see Hanae again–

Right, Hanae. This concert has to be perfect so she can find you. So you can find her… and a name as famous as B-Komachi would definitely attract her. You’d be able to find her and have your happy ending.

Before you could spiral deeper into your thoughts, one of the staff members’ voice boomed, “Alright, B-Komachi, you’re up.”

Ruby grabbed your hand and put on a smile as incredible as Ai’s. Hand in hand, you and your friends walked onto the stage together. The moment you step foot onto the stage, the crowd cheered, and they cheered loud. You scanned the hundreds of people to see if you could make out a single recognizable face, whether it be Akane, Hanae, or even Aqua, you didn’t really care, but you didn’t find any. Though on the other hand, you felt happy seeing tons of people waving blue lightsticks in the air, shouting your name.

The sea of people had a mix of three primary colors. A majority had blue for you, a good chunk had yellow for Memcho, and the other noticeable amount had red for Ruby. You didn’t see many white lightsticks, like at all. You felt really bad for Kana.

The happiness didn’t last long though, your head instantly went up, looking at the stage lights on top of you. They looked good, and really bright. A few more seconds passed by before you felt Kana pull you to your designated spot.

Rumors spread around the dressing room about the Star stage, and they proved to be correct. It was incredibly hot and stuffy. You hadn’t even started performing yet!

“We are STAR T☆RAIN!” The song started soon after that thought left your mind, instinctively, your arms and legs started moving in sync with the other girls. You felt like butter. You’ve practiced this song almost a million times, so you felt like your moves were as smooth and as silky as *butter! You smiled, and though your fans wouldn’t be able to see it underneath your mask, it felt amazing. All your worries seemed to have faded away, all you could think about was this extremely catchy song.

“Check! Now!” You sang along, your stomach felt like a dozen butterflies just hatched you, in a good way, “Come on, come on, come on, come on!”

“We are STAR T☆RAIN!”

What a wonderful night you were going to have.

The four of you performed two other songs during your concert. You saw Kana light up when she saw Aqua do his little *wotagei dance, Ruby and Mem’s lightsticks in one hand, Kana and your’s in another. It was really cute when she smiled, it made you smile as well.

Waving goodbye to your fans, you felt giddy inside. Your fears of stage lights completely vanished after you left the stage. B-Komachi’s fans and yours made you feel whole.

“Ahhh!!! What a thrill!” Ruby cheered, “We did so good!”

“And we didn’t throw up!” Memcho chimed in, jumping up and down.

“Yeah, I think that’s normal.” Kana sighs, looking out the window next to her.

“It’s such a shame that we couldn’t stay longer and watch the other concerts.” You sigh, finally getting in the back of the car to take your mask off. You take a deep breath in, completely forgetting you were sitting next to Aqua.

“That’s on you. I watched a ton.” Aqua said to you, a small smirk on his lips.

“Oh shut up!!” You playfully complain, punching his arm. “I didn’t even know where you were.”

“Oh, so you were going to watch them with me?” Aqua laughs, looking into your eyes. Which this time, didn’t make you as uncomfortable as it did the first time you met.

“I was just kind of bummed out that Akane didn’t show up.”

“She did though, just not for B-Komachi’s concert because it was too late.”

“What??! Really? You should’ve texted me! I would’ve given her a private concert or something!! She hasn’t ever seen me in my idol outfit before… what a bummer.” You whine, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Well I hadn’t ever seen you in that outfit either, and I thought it looked good.” He said, instantly you felt a blush come across your cheeks. You pull away from his shoulder, staring at Memcho who was giving you a suggestive look. Kana on the other hand looked like she was about to break down. You wonder how she’s feeling, “Also, it would probably be important if I told you that I lied and she didn’t show up, or she did but I didn’t see her.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s too bad.”

-End of Become_a_Butterfly

“Hi Aqua!” You say giddily, popping your head out from the door in front of him, “I heard you and Akane are going on a date together! Actually, I heard it from Akane herself and she said that I could join the two of you☆!!”

“I don’t have anything against that.” Aqua replied, shrugging your words off. He muttered something under his breath as well, but you didn’t exactly care enough to ask him to repeat it.

“We haven’t spent any time together in like 2 days! And we haven’t spent any good quality time together in a few weeks!” You shake your head in glee, latching onto his arm, “Let’s walk over there together so it’s like a double gift!”

“I don’t even know what that means, but okay.” Aqua smirks, letting your touch sink in.

The walk there was extremely pleasant, it was a sunny day with people all over Tokyo. Small talk didn’t feel as awkward as it did a few months ago and not having your mask on out in public felt even better. The arm you had on Aqua was quickly pulled away after Akane was in your line of site.

Running towards the cafe, you almost tripped over your feet, but Aqua caught you, arms intermingled with yours. Your face morphed into a red tomato in embarrassment as you thanked him, shuffling more carefully towards the cafe this time.

“[name], Aqua! You’re finally here!” Akane smiled, “Thank you so much for agreeing to come, and of course, [name], you won’t need to be in any of the pictures.”

“If you asked me to be in a picture, I would say yes. Anything for you!!!” You cheer, hugging Akane tightly, “☆But that probably isn’t a good idea haha…”

“Yes, thanks for having us and finding this place.” Aqua says, pulling up a chair next to him, “This place looks very… expensive.”

“Well it’s not! It’s pretty affordable, well… for someone that makes as much money as us… so I guess not that affordable, but that’s fine! Right?”

“I think that it’s perfectly fine! I’m like totally loaded,” You butt in, rubbing your cheek against Akane’s palm like a cat, “I can even pay for you too, go easy on me though… I don’t want to spend too much”

“So I’m not worth that much?”

“What!!? No way! I’m sorry you can spend-“

“I was only kidding.” Akane giggles, pulling her palm away to cover her mouth as she smiles. “Oh! I wish I could’ve seen you on stage, but I was so busy… it’s my life’s biggest regret.”

“Awwhh! Akane, you’re too kind! I feel like my heart’s going to explode out of my chest!”

“Alright, alright.” Aqua sighs, pulling out one of the flimsy menus from the table’s side, “I don’t plan on staying here for too much longer if the only thing the two of you are going to do is love bomb each other.”

“This isn’t love bombing!” You murmur, pulling away from Akane, “But I guess it would be good to order something.”

“Great idea, why don’t you get me something sweet, [name]? I’m okay with anything.” She smiles, pulling a menu out from the table’s side as well.

“Okay… you don’t have any allergies, right? Right. Hmm… why not get this month’s special? It looks super cute! It even has a cat shaped sweet on the top!” You say, pointing to the large image plastered on the menus second page.

“I was thinking of getting that too.” Aqua chimed in, closing the menu in front of him.

“Alright then! So we’re getting three of the… Strawberry Kitty Parfait’s. What a cute name they have.” Akane giggles, talking to the server that just walked up to your table. With a smile and a nod, the server quickly left with her notepad. It was only a few minutes later when the server would come back with three parfaits on a tray. Placing it gently down before she bowed and took her leave.

“Woah these look so cute..!!!” You gasp, picking one up with your left hand, your right struggling to open the camera on your phone, “They totally look the exact same as they did on the menu! That’s pretty rare these days.”

Akane notices your phone and takes hers out as well, “Aqua, we should all take a picture together!” She smiles softly, “You too, [name]! I won't post the one that you’re in though, so don’t worry.” You agree with a small nod as Akane quickly snaps a few photos. They came out… okay. Aqua was inexpressive as usual, Akane was amazingly cute as usual, and you were also there.

“They look nice.” Aqua stated, finally putting the parfait to his mouth, “And it tastes okay.”

“I think you’re the cutest, [name].” Akane teases, putting her parfait down, “I’ll just add a few filters… isn’t this one cute? It gives me and Aqua pink cat ears!” You agree with her as she continues to edit her photos for the next few minutes while Aqua starts to look bored.

“Oh uhm!!” You stutter out, “I think Aqua looks nice here...” A slight blush reddens your face in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe the words that just left your mouth, why are you trying to be nice? “And the cute little filter really… brings out your eyes.”

“I think I’d really rather not be complimented than hear any of that again.” Aqua groaned playfully, resting his chin in the palm of his left hand as he stared at the two of you.

“You are such an asshole.” You rolled your eyes and smiled as you lightly punched his arm, “It’s hard to compliment a dumb face like yours, y’know? Just take it and be happy. I bet all my other fans would do it.”

“Who said I was your fan?”

“With the way you danced with my light stick in hand, I’d say you’d have to be my fan! Or at the very least, B-Komachi’s fan!” You suddenly put a hand over your mouth. Darn… you’re usually so careful about that stuff when you’re out in public! “Is what I would say if I was a popular idol… which I definitely am not..!!”

“It’s okay, [name]. I doubt anyone overheard.” Akane comforts you, putting a hand to your back, “But… even if Aqua isn’t a fan of yours, I still am! You don’t need to worry at all.” A cute smirk pulls up to her lips, as she uses her other hand to take a bite of her parfait.

“That’s right! I don’t need a stinky man like you at all, Aqua.” You say as you shake your head around and stick your tongue out.

“Now you’re just acting childish.” Aqua sighs, leaning his body back against his chair. With that… he locked eyes with Kana. Who was rushing over towards the table.

“Hey!” She somewhat shouted, “You! You need to be more careful when you post stuff on your socials, you can’t be acting all willy nilly! What if a crazed fan somehow managed to track you down?!” Kana pulled out her phone to show Akane the post she had put out a few minutes earlier, “Especially if you went out of your way to bring [name] with you on your date! What would the media think?” Kana lowered her voice when she mentioned you, you appreciated it.

“A crazed fan? One like you?” Akane momentarily sneered for a second before reverting back to her normal self, “I do doubt the amazing child prodigy, Kana Arima, would go down to such stalker-ish tactics.”

“I was just passing through when I saw your post!” Kana was quick to defend herself, “I thought it’d be a perfect way to teach both you and Aqua a lesson on online safety! Though I guess it should be towards all three of you.”

“You two… know each other?” Aqua murmured out awkwardly.

“Of course they do, keep up, smelly.” You laughed.

“Stop acting like a grade school bully.”

“You can’t tell me what to do!~”

“How could I not know the great prodigy, Kana? She was all the buzz back then… not much now though. I even heard she joined an idol group? Way to realize some things weren’t meant to be.” Akane put on a cocky attitude. You’ve never seen her like this before!

“I hadn’t heard of the name Kurokawa until recently.” Kana lied, focusing her attention onto Aqua, “Recently as in, she’s in the cast for the Theatre version of Tokyo Blade with me and you, Aqua.”

“So you heard, hm?” Akane sarcastically hummed.

“I didn’t.” Aqua looked around at the two girls in front of him, “I didn’t know this was so… I didn’t know that actors are so… scary.”

“Well that’s all I came here to say.” Kana said as she turned around, hand on hip. “Get ready for the new production, Kurokawa. Because I won’t lose to you.” With that, she strutted off. You were confused about what she was talking about.

“..So Tokyo Blade is going to get a theater adaptation? That’s cool, I don’t think I’ve read it, but I’ve seen some clips about it on Twitter.” There was an awkward pause where no one else started talking. “Uhm. My favorite character is the one with white hair..? She’s so cool☆”

“Really??!” Akane bursted out, “Sayahime is the girl that I’m playing as! Oh I can’t wait to have you see me!!” She squealed, “I’ll make it seem as if she’s really come to life with you in mind. Ohh!! This is going to be my best performance yet! After this, I’ll truly be the star to take Kana’s spotlight.”

“I didn’t know actors were so competitive! I guess it makes sense though, since it is a job.” You purse your lip, “I’m sure you’ll still be amazing with whatever you do though, Akane☆.”

“Thank you, [name]… alright. Let’s finish our treat and go do something really fun, alright? Aqua, you can join us as well if you’d like.”

“I’m good. Wouldn’t want to suck in all this… happy, feel-good energy. I’ll be taking my leave now. Have a good rest of your date.”

“Awh, it won’t be any fun without Aqua…☆” You whine playfully, “but if you truly insist on leaving, there’s nothing I can do!” You giggle, scooting your chair closer to Akane. “☆Buh-bye!”

Aqua grumbles something under his breath as he waves his final goodbye a few steps away from the cafe. He noticed the way you acted differently between him and Akane. He wishes you’d give him the affection you give her, though he’d never say anything like that out loud.

“[name], stop teasing him so much. One of these days he’ll really take offense to what you say.”

“Oh?☆ But it’s all fun in games! I’m sure he knows it, deep down at least.”

He doesn’t know. In fact, he doesn’t even know how to accept your gestures. He can’t decode them like how he can with everyone else, he can’t figure out what’s genuine or what’s not. Your eyes trick him, leading him in a hole deeper than he can crawl out from. One’s just like Ai, who he’s desperate to keep safe.

-End of Full_of_Happiness

Day after day you sit in your boring classroom. After the rehearsals and practices for Tokyo Blade started up, you barely got to see Akane and Aqua. Aqua would show up to class, but usually on the days he did you would be the one out of school doing your job. You had friends in class, but they didn't hold the same bond you and Aqua had after the start of B-Komachi, though they were getting close.

"[name]!! What did you get on the test?" Eruru asked as she ran up towards your desk, the closing bell had rung a few minutes earlier. With her own test paper in one hand and her other gripping onto the sleeve of Matsuyo's wrinkled uniform, "Let's compare our scores!!"

"Ah... I got a 91☆" You say, spinning your paper so it could face them, "It's not bad but I totally could have done better if it wasn't for question 12... I suck at explanation problems."

"A 91??! That's so good!! That's totally not fair! I only got an 84." Eruru whined as she plopped down onto the seat she had pulled up, consequently letting go of Matsuyo's arm.

"What did you get, Matsuyo?" You asked politely.

"Oh. Uhm..." Matsuyo bit his lip as he clenched the paper in his hand, "Let's just say it was above a 40. Yeah."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Matsuyo. Honestly, this test was a hard one!" Eruru said as she tried to cheer him up, "Plus, that's an upgrade since the last test!"

"I don't know, man. School is a total waste of my time. It's not like I'm really going to do anything after this."

"But having a good education opens up a lot more opportunities in the future!" You chime in, "Even if you don't do well with the paper grade stuff, some of this information is pretty useful to have."

"You sound exactly like my Aunt." Matusyo groaned, laying his forehead on your desk, "This is all messed up. How do you of all people manage to keep up with all your grades when you barely show up to class as is?"

"Yeah, you totally have to be cheating or something!! Ohmygosh, I bet someone implanted a chip into your brain and–"

"Eruru, stop that. No one did anything to me and I definitely am not cheating. I know I don't ever come in person but... I take night classes!☆" You lie through your teeth. In reality, it was in a previous life where you were an academic weapon. Now all you do outside of class is stream or oversleep from a previous night of streaming.

"Night classes?" Matusyo murmured, "Do they really help?"

"Yeah, but they cost money. If anything, I could always tutor you, Matusyo.☆" You smile softly as you tilt your head to look down at him.

"We should totally have a group study sesh together! It would be so lovely and we would all be so productive and we could finally spend some time together with all three of us!" Eruru bursted out, "You two could both come to my house– or maybe the library would be better because I have a lot of family with me... or maybe we could go to one of your houses?"

"I think a library would be better." Both you and Matusyo say.

"Alright then! I'll schedule a study sesh in the library that's near the convenience store that's a street down from school, okay? I'll send the directions link in the group chat too!" Eruru said, pulling out her sparkling phone from the pocket of her shirt.

The three of you get up from your desk and slowly walk your way out of the classroom and eventually out of school. You wave your goodbye once you all start parting ways, a soft smile on your lips. Once everyone was gone though, the smile you once had returned back to its usual neutral expression. Looking down at the ground, even spending quality time with your friends couldn't fill the void without your partner.

Now you also had to schedule around the library meeting for future streams or maybe you could just not stream that day... you weren't sure what you were going to do yet. You pull out your phone once you hear it ring, but it was just a couple of spam messages. You lift your head to look up at the sky, it was still bright and you had many more things you needed to accomplish today.

Tossing your book bag onto the floor of your apartment, you kicked off your shoes to the wall. This is how you usually were when you got home, but this time you don't have a sweet message from Akane to look at. You frown as you stare at your reflection from your phone's screen. When did you get so codependently attached? You whine and grumble about self deprecating things as you continue pulling off your school uniform. A few more minutes pass before you find yourself booting up your monitor, one screen with Twitter open and the other with your face tracking application. Sitting up to adjust your camera, you sit and stare at your model, watching it's every move. Watching the mouth open and close, and the hair flowing down. Maybe I should buy a new model... or maybe a new outfit.

Today you were going to have a collaboration with a few other talents from Ichigo Productions, you still considered yourself independent from the studio, but you really feel as if you're stuck between a gray area. Separating yourself from your online presence grew harder with each passing day. You groan as you see who you're collaborating with, this line up won't bring in the viewers you normally have, not to mention it's set in an awkward time.

You wonder when you'll be able to see Hanae again. That's the only reason you joined B-Komachi after all, will she be able to find you or will you have to go out searching for her in person? If the latter is correct, might as well just stop streaming as a whole, right?- You catch yourself before you start spewing off more nonsense.

"Okay then... the first person is Pieyon." You murmur, "Isn't he a workout influencer? What is he going to do with a VTuber??" You feel yourself wanting to smash all the keys on your keyboard.

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You looked up from your phone, you were right in front of the library that Eruru had mentioned. You were surprised that you hadn't noticed this place before, it's very modern compared to the older libraries you had visited in your past lives. Instead of the shabby wooden brown color you would usually think of when someone says library, it was in a very modern gray with white blue hues. The moment you walk in you locked eyes with Matsuyo who was sitting on a sofa that was set to the side.

"You're late." Matsuyo sighed out, he looked anxious.

"You were just early! I'm a busy person, y'know." You light heartedly joke, but it didn't seem to lift his mood, "Were you worried about me ghosting you or something? I would never do that to you."

"..." Matsuyo fidgeted with the textures on his phone, "I know but..."

"If it makes you feel better, I'll make sure that I come early next time☆." You smile, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks..." Matsuyo murmured, a light shade of red covered his face. You giggle a bit before Eruru stomps her way towards the two of you.

"Ahh! Sorry for being so late!" She said loudly, she quickly put a hand to her mouth as she lowered her voice, "Okay... Thanks for waiting for me♡, I reserved a room in the upper corner so... Right, okay we should be able to go there now. Follow me!"

Letting go of Matsuyo's shoulder, you quickly follow behind Eruru who was observing the people around her. Going up the stairs and taking a left led you to the room that you'd be spending the rest of your hour in. It didn't look very comfortable, but it looked very efficient for learning. There was a large window for you to look out of, and the furniture was also covered in a modern gray.

You take a seat next to Matsuyo and lower your bag onto the side table, "So what did you want help with, Matsuyo?☆"

"Math." Matusyo groaned as he slipped a notebook and pencil out from his bag, "To be honest, I need help with everything, but we only have about 70 minutes left to use this place so... I'd like to focus on that please."

"How polite!" Eruru chimed in, "Help me with math too, [name]!!!♡"

"Alright alright..." You smile, "Okay give me specific problems to help you, alright? I could go over this entire unit, but that'll take too much time. As for you, Matsuyo... let's start with problem 4."

This went on for about an hour before you flopped onto your chair... Matsuyo actually caught on pretty well, all he really had to do was apply himself and Eruru was already good at it, though it felt like ages before you could sit down again.

"We did a lot of good work, thanks [name]!! How about we go to a restaurant together? It doesn't have to be expensive... maybe that ramen shop that's just a few blocks down? But that's kind of too greasy to eat right now... or maybe a cake place? Fried chicken sounds good too..." Eruru kept rambling on.

"I think [name] would really enjoy a sit down kind of place, right?" Matsuyo says as he looks down at you, you nod your head hesitantly, "If that's the case, there's this diner that I like going to... it's all experimental food, but they have things from all around Asia. It doesn't really cost that much either... last time I checked."

"Ooh!! What's it called? Could we walk to it?" Eruru asked

"Lab."

"Just Lab?"

"Well I don't remember anything else, but everything on the menu goes onto the wall and it looks like the elemental table... It's cool."

"Awhh!! Now you're really convincing me!" Eruru said excitedly, pulling her phone out, "Hey, it's not that far away! We could definitely walk there! Do you think you're up for it, [name]?"

"How far away is it?"

"Just a few blocks."

"Ah... Hmm... it does sound good so I guess I'll go." You say, getting up from your chair and grabbing your bag. You nudge Matsuyo's arm in a joking manner, "This better be worth it!"

"I swear it is!" Matusyo replied with an ambitious look in his eyes, you smiled up at him for a second before the three of you started to leave the library.

The walk there was pleasant, you liked watching the people around you. Matsuyo kept to himself for most of the walk and Eruru pinched you whenever she saw a brightly colored car, of course you joined her little game soon after. Matsuyo looked up towards the sky, on multiple occasions you had to pull him away from bumping into people, but otherwise it was a very uneventful happy walk.

The three of you entered the restaurant the moment you arrived. It was very cute and was decorated to match its "science" theme. Matsuyo got a room for the three of you, where you sat and took out your menu.

"Wow, Matsuyo! This place is so cool♡!! It looks so super trendy!" Eruru said, "I'm so surprised that I haven't heard of this place before!"

"Me too!" You agree, "I just hope the food is as good as its design."

"It is, I swear." Matusyo nods his head, "My favorite dish here is this one." He puts his finger on your menu, "It's like cold ramen, except the noodles are rice noodles and there's a side of this sweet pickled radish thing... but the main point of the dish is the meat wrapped in this lettuce thing? I don't think it's actually lettuce but I don't really remember what vegetable it's called..."

"That sounds so good!! I've been craving some cold ramen, ahh! I'll order that one. You should get something else so that we can share!" Eruru says, closing her menu and putting it to the side.

"Oh, and the tamagoyaki here kind of suck. You could get better stuff from the street. But they have this octopus on a stick thing, it's fried and really crunchy."

"I'll get that then." You reply with a smile on your lips, "But if I'm being really honest, everything you say is making all these foods sound really appetizing☆!"

"Ah... thank you, [name]." Matusyo mumbled out, face turning red.

A few more minutes pass as you continue looking through the menu, and a few more before a waiter comes to your room and takes the groups' order. You pull out your phone and look through your notifications. Hundreds of likes from your social media, lots of comments from your streaming sites, a few emails from partners, and about three messages from your managers that you promptly responded back to. However, there were none from Akane which lowered your mood a bit. You would go check if you had gotten any from Aqua, but you already knew what the outcome would be.

"Let's talk!!" Eruru shouted out, "Oops, sorry. Too loud. But we should talk to each other!! Get to know each other, y'know? We've known each other for soooo long but I barely know anything about you guys!"

"That's true. I don't mind talking about stuff like that if you don't mind☆" You reply, laying your head against the palm of your hand.

"Okay okay! Then let's play truth or truth!" Eruru says happily, It's pretty easy to explain, it's just like truth or dare, but you just say a fun fact about yourself! And it can't be something simple, it has to be something big!!!"

"Uhm... alright then. Eruru, why don't you go first?" Matsuyo said quietly, "Truth or truth?"

"Truth!" Eruru smiles, "Okay... a fun fact... My family owns the Wonderland amusement park and after my dad, I'm going to get ownership over it! Well I have older siblings and technically they should get it, but they don't want it." Eruru rambles on, "They don't see the happiness and joy that you get out of it! They say that that type of work will be gone and that people aren't going to go to those types of things in the future, but they're all wrong! Amusement parks will never die!! But with the way my dad is handling the park, our park might actually end up dying and I won't have a job in the future! Which is totally scary I guess."

"Woah." You say out loud, "That was a total run down, do we really have to say all that?"

"Well not really, but I just had to get it off my chest haha..." Eruru's smile turned into a shy one, "I'm really totally passionate about it, and all my other friends think it's a childish dream to have, so I just wanted to test the waters out a bit with you guys..."

"I don't think it's childish at all." Matsuyo chimed in, "It's a real job that real people have. I don't think the wonderland park is going to go into bankruptcy anytime soon, but it'll definitely end up losing popularity in a few years..." Eruru started to frown, but Matusyo kept talking, "...But I think that once you're in charge of it you'll bring it back up and it'll be more popular than ever..!"

"Really??!" Eruru said gleefully, "Thanks for believing in me!!! Now it's your turn, Matusyo!!!"

"Ah... fun fact about me? I really like the band 2You... They've been in a ton of controversies because of their producer, but I can't hate it because the music is just so good. And it always upsets me when they take their songs down from my streaming service because I'd love to listen to them again. They really inspired me to try getting into music, but I wasn't really all that good at it. I've tried singing... or whatever... but I wasn't built for it. Everytime I try I'm so strainy and stuffy, and I don't really have the time or anything to learn an instrument." 2You? You had a whole partnership with 2You a while back, maybe you could use that to get closer with Matsuyo... "I wish I could get better at singing, but I just don't think my vocal chords are up to the challenge, and at my age it's better to just stop trying."

"Don't say that, Matsuyo!" You pout, "I don't know what you sound like, but you should never just give up like that!!"

"I second that!" Eruru agrees.

"2You is a great band too, we should definitely go to a concert together when they go back on tour." You nod, smiling softly.

"Ah, but it costs so much money..."

"I'm sure we could save up together!"

"Alright!" Eruru interrupts, "Now it's your turn, [name]!!! Truth or truth!"

"Truth." You say bluntly, "A truth about me is that... I feel like I'm not that good at talking to people? Well that's a lie. I mean... I feel like I'm not good at connecting with others. Like how I miss school all the time. To be honest, you two are the first friends I've made in person in a long time if I'm not counting the ones I've made at work." You shyly say, "I know it's dumb, ★but I feel really lonely even when I'm surrounded by people. But going out on these trips with you guys makes me really happy☆..."

"That's so sappy!" Eruru cringes, covering her face with your hands, "Your words are too kind, [name]! My heart feels so full♡!"

"I feel the same way too sometimes, [name]." Matsuyo says gently.

You feel that Matsuyo is slowly coming out of his shell, and you can feel that you are too. When the food came out, the room was full of chatter and laughter. It felt really nice hanging out with people without thinking of social media or idol-work. Your mind even drew away from thinking of Akane and Hanae. The meal was great, you would even rank it higher than the time you and the cast of Lovenow went out to eat at that barbeque place. You and your friends stayed in the restaurant for a good thirty more minutes before you got to say your final goodbyes.

At the end of the day, you were rinsing your body with water in your bathroom as you shuffled through the many thoughts in your head. You had a stream planned in the very early hours of the morning tomorrow, which means you must sleep very early tonight. You had to meet up with Akane soon for your own mental wellbeing, maybe Aqua too, but that wasn't a main priority for you. Matsuyo was slowly becoming a closer friend, which means that you might be taking a step in the right direction on finding Hanae. Which makes a small smile creep onto your face. Staring at a tile on your bathroom wall, you feel your heart pulse when you think about seeing Hanae again.

One day you'll see her again, one day soon.

-End of Blink_of_an_Eye

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B + cook + lando

here u go nonnie <3

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prompt: so you had a bad day - [ COOK ]: in an effort to boost the receiver's spirits, sender arrives with all the ingredients needed to make the receiver's favorite comfort food, with the well-intended intentions of cooking it for them.

he was sick. lando was absolutely bed ridden and sick. the triple header has finally taken his toll, the exhaustion of traveling and driving such strenuous races has caught up to him and now he's stuck in his monaco apartment with a fever and the worst sinus pressure he's ever felt.

"lando, are you sure you don't want me to come over?" you ask him over the phone, worry evident in your tone.

he coughs, "no baby. i don't want to get you sick, i'll be fine. max has been bringing me take out so i'm eating."

"oh so you don't wanna get y/n sick but fuck me i guess, right?" max interrupts. lando flashes him the middle finger, getting his best friend to giggle.

"take out isn't food to help you get better." you argue, sighing softly.

"baby," he says into the phone, "really i'm fine. i'm getting better already, the fever is basically gone."

"he's lying!" max yells. lando throws a pillow at him and mouths for him to shut up.

"don't listen to max," lando mutters. "but really, i'm fine. i'm going to be okay."

you sigh softly, "okay. okay fine. i miss you."

"i miss you too. i will see you soon, promise." max fakes throwing up in the corner of the room and lando rolls his eyes. "i mean it, i can't stand max any longer."

his best friend is quick to turn, frowning deeply. lando grins, satisfied.

you chuckle, "don't be mean to him. and i miss you too bub. i'll let you get some rest, talk to you soon. i love you."

he hums the same three words before putting his phone down. unfortunately for the two of you, lando's promise of soon is broken, the boy still bed ridden. though his fever has finally broke, the congestion and sinus pressure was still bad. the boy can barely lift his head, barely breathe too.

unbeknownst to him, max has been keeping you in the loop. as much as lando plays off how he's really felt, you were not privy to the fact your boyfriend was not doing too hot. you knew this was more than the common cold, like lando claims.

max was off at work, leaving lando at home all alone. his stomach grumbles loudly, and the boy moans. he pulls up his phone, thinking over door dashing some food, but a knock on the door interrupt him. he trudges over, head pounding as he unlocks the door and swings it open. the sun beams into his eyes, but it doesn't distract him from the fact you're standing there, grocery bags in hand and a smile on your face.

"what are you doing here?" lando asks, sniffling softly.

"here to take care of my baby," you say, walking into his apartment.

lando follows your lead, sitting by the breakfast bar as you unload the bags onto the counter. the more you pull out of the bags, the wider his smile grows. and when you're all done, you look over at him and grin widely. "chicken noodle soup."

you walk up to him, feeling his forehead before leaning in to press a kiss onto his cheek.

"thank you baby," lando mumbles.

"of course. now go sit on the couch and rest. let me take care of you."

fluff party!

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sungbeam · 2 years ago

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darling, congrats on your milestoneeeee !!! so proud of you, duckie, you deserve all the love and support !! I'm sorry I haven't been reblogging your fics to the net for a while, I've been focusing on myself., but I'm going to do that soon !! if it's not too much trouble, would you consider writing a suggestive something or other for mingi ? *wink wonk* >;) maybe he's chilling on the couch and reader comes into the apartment and he's looking too good for words D;

𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲

song mingi x gn!reader

0.5k words, suggestive, making out, two curse words lol

a/n: kari my beloved, ty for sending in a request!! i hope u enjoy it, if ur seeing this 🤧✨ i hope ur resting well and ur taking care of urself as well !! miss u the mostest 😞💖

Right as the apartment door closed, you heard Song Mingi perk up from where he lounged on the couch. "Baby, you're home! I missed you~"

You opened your mouth to return the sentiment, only to turn around and realize—well, shit. Was it just you or did your boyfriend seem a lot more… delectable today?

It wasn't like Mingi never looked delicious on a normal day, it was only because maybe the loose gray sweats and the tight fitted white shirt (he really should have been properly banned from the gym) were putting you in a daze. His silver-grey hair fell gently over his forehead, with some of the strands hanging in the frame of his thin circle lenses seated on his nose. He looked so effortlessly a god, lounging on a throne of soft leather sectional. You could just…

"Baby? Are you okay?" Mingi cocked his head to the side in worry, completely oblivious to the burning thoughts in your head. You really needed to get your head out of the gutter.

You shook your head and dumped your keys into the glass bowl by the door with a metallic clatter. "Yeah, I'm okay," you murmured, making your way toward him, "I'm just a little…"

You settled onto his lap, his big hands coming to rest on your waist. "Distracted." You heard his breath hitch as your hand pressed flat against his chest and slowly felt him from beating heart to sculpted abdominals.

His dark eyes dilated, tongue sneaking out to wet his lips. "Distracted?" He echoed.

"Mhm," you hummed.

You leaned in and captured his bottom lip between your teeth, then swallowed his moan whole with your mouth. You shifted your legs, straddling his waist, arms looping around his neck. When you came up for a moment of air, you asked, "Sorry, was that okay?"

"Oh fuck, it was more than okay," he breathed, then pressed his lips to yours again. Mingi fell back against the couch cushion and grabbed the back of your neck with one hand, his fingers long enough to hold your jaw and position you just the way he wanted. Every sensation was fully zeroed in on the man under you and devouring you—his aftershave and musk suffocating your lungs, hard muscle beneath your fingertips and thighs. Sometimes you wondered if you would ever get enough of him.

You were then laid on the couch, his body hovering over you, heavy pants intermingling. His silver hair stuck up in a strange, yet endearing way. He smiled, lips pouty and red. It looked innocent to the naked eye, but you saw the animalistic gleam in his irises. Even through his fogged lenses, you could see the desire swimming in his eyes, begging you to fulfill them.

"You've had a long day, huh?" He purred, voice raw, fingertips trailing down your thigh.

You nodded, tongue licking your lips. You reached up and plucked the glasses off his nose, tucking them away on the arm of the couch. "You just look so good, Mingi-ah."

You saw the break in his form. His cheeks flushed an adorable pink. Your fingers danced along the nape of his neck. "Can I show you how pretty you are?" You asked him.

His mouth parted; nodded.

"Then c'mere," you cooed, and dragged his lips back down to yours. You both were in for a long night.

a/n: don't forget to rb, comment, etc if u liked it!! :3

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fryingpan1234567 · 2 years ago

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Tastes Like Candy- Batboys Halloween Drabbles!!

just some sugar-sweet Batfam things; don’t mind me ☺️

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“Wally, stop eating candy!” To punctuate his sentence, Dick Grayson threw a Snickers bar at his boyfriend, who’d been sitting on the kitchen counter pounding just about every ounce of sugar in the manor for an hour. Rookie mistake; Wally caught it and popped it in his mouth with a shiteating grin.

“Will you hold my hair back when I inevitably puke later?” Wally cooed, batting his eyelashes at Dick, who glared at him.

“No. It’s a fate you brought upon yourself.”

Wally pouted, leaning forwards. Dick honestly wasn’t a big sugar person- but he had been drinking something like apple cider for the entirety of Halloween (and honestly October as a whole), and he stood between Wally’s legs where he sat on the counter. He begrudgingly accepted a short kiss, but pulled away when the speedster drunkenly tried to deepen it by tugging him closer by his belt loops.

“Wally, I think you’re on a sugar high,” Dick said, not unkindly, but not too happy either.

Wally grinned like the Joker. “Nah, I’m 21. Too old for that.” For emphasis, he shoved more candy in his mouth and stuck out his rainbow stained tongue. “Perfectly fine!”

“Exactly. You’re 21. What are you doing eating this much candy,” Dick deadpanned, passive-aggressively sipping his apple cider.

“Because I can. And because it reminds me of you,” Wally hummed, once again pulling his boyfriend closer. Dick set down his cup with a sigh and wrapped his arms around Wally’s neck.

“How so?” he asked.

Wally smiled, less Cheshire-like this time, and kissed him. When he pulled away, Dick’s lips were a mix of blue and purple from Wally’s tongue.

“You taste like sugar all the time,” he said simply, and Dick had to admit that made him fall hard for his dumbass boyfriend all over again.

Wally’s smile suddenly dropped.

“Oh, fuck- bathroom,” he managed, then hopped off the counter and ran off (thankfully without superspeed) to the nearest one with a hand over his mouth.

Dick groaned and jogged after him.

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Maybe pranking wasn’t a good way to spend Halloween night in Gotham; there was enough trouble going around, but Jason Todd figured he was entitled to a little fun while he was in town.

So there he stood on the roof of some rando’s house, holding onto the chimney for leverage and awaiting his target. He was in full costume, only with a brand new black hood to go over the helmet and an entirely experimental lightsaber that could absolutely explode if it so desired, just to count himself as a Sith Lord.

Roy, who was perched on top of said chimney like the sharpshooter vigilante he was, simply wore a fox mask and donned Ollie’s old green hat with a red feather from the old days.

Robin Hood and Darth Vader stalked a neighborhood full of trick or treating kids, because the number one asshole in the area was taking his kid out like a normal person as if he hadn’t spent the past few weeks displacing half the Gotham Latino community in favor of a new golf course and clubhouse. Jason would’ve preferred murder, but Roy assured him this was better.

“You ready, Pretty Bird?” Roy said, voice barely loud enough to hear. “He’s coming up soon.”

“Still woulda liked to just shoot him,” Jason grumbled, hefting the water balloon ✨conveniently filled with hot sauce✨. Yeah, that one was Roy’s idea, but it would probably be funny- especially if it landed on his face. And Jay never misses a shot.

Roy nudged him as Asshole #1 and his bratty little kid made their way up the observed house’s walkway.

“This is better, I promise you. Did it last year with Ollie at some crime lord I don’t remember the name of,” he grinned. “You’ll love it. We can shoot him some other time.”

Jason hummed as the kid obnoxiously rang the doorbell six times. “Wish I could hit the kid too.”

Roy muffled his laugh in Jay’s shoulder. “Maybe that’s a little too mean. We’re still heroish people, come on.”

When the balloons were thrown, it was a direct hit. The first landed right on his face, as targeted, and the other on the irritatingly expensive suit for a children’s holiday he was wearing.

Roy and Jason high fived as the kid and parent alike started screaming, but by the time anyone could look up to the roof, Robin Hood and Darth Vader were gone.

The second the two of them made it to a clear space, the masks were off and Jason was pinning Roy to a wall in a heated kiss. Roy could taste the chocolate Jason had stolen from the manor earlier on his lips, and he grinned into it.

“That was AMAZING!” he broke the kiss to shout to the night sky. Jay smiled and drifted his hands up and down Roy’s waist. “We should do that again, for the rest of the night.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he laughed, pulling him back in.

And then no, they didn’t spend the rest of their night busting assholes. They made out on a rooftop until Bruce was angrily texting at two in the morning, asking where the fuck he’d gone.

Heaven, that’s where.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Jesus Christ.” Conner hid his face in his boyfriend’s chest, turning away from the movie screen, but he could still hear the screams.

Tim Drake laughed softly, pausing the movie.

“Tapping out already, gorgeous?” he teased, running a hand through the Kryptonian’s hair.

Kon mumbled something like ‘too scary’ into Tim’s shirt. Tim patted his head sympathetically and exited the movie.

“Fine then, no Scream,” he mused. “What about the Conjuring?”

Conner popped his head up indignantly, giving Tim a look like he was crazy.

“That is infinitely worse!” he protested. “No! How about Disney Zombies! Jon showed me that one!”

Tim made a face. “Zombies?”

Conner nodded enthusiastically.

“If you like zombies, what about World War Z?”

The two of them had been (attempting to) watch horror movies all night, curled up in Tim’s room in the manor with blankets and popcorn and candy, all the lights off for ✨atmosphere✨, as Tim said. Kon didn’t really get it.

“Is it scary?” Conner said dubiously, snuggling further into Tim’s side and pulling the blanket they were sharing up to his chin.

“Um.” Tim did want to watch the movie, but he also didn’t really want to lie to his poor boyfriend. “I mean, yeah. There’s also- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE.”

Kon jumped at the sudden outburst, but Tim was on a warpath suddenly to find the right movie.

“What?” He was almost afraid to ask.

“Zombieland,” Tim said gleefully, pulling it up on the screen. “Seen it?”

“You know I haven’t,” Conner grumbled. “It sounds scary.”

“No, no, no.” Tim cupped his face and pressed a small kiss to the tip of his nose. “I promise it’s not. It’s just hilarious.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Well, you missed,” Kon mused. Tim barely had time to open his mouth to say something in confusion before Conner pulled him down, pressing their lips together. He tasted like the caramel popcorn he’d been eating all night, and something cinnamon-y, maybe pumpkin spice. Tim was a sucker for that stuff.

When they pulled apart, he was dizzy, having not expecting that. Conner neatly took the remote out of his hand and started the movie, making himself comfortable in Tim’s lap.

“Y-You little shit,” Tim finally managed, pressing a kiss to Kon’s neck to make him squirm. “I’m gonna-“

“Shh, watch the movie!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two superkids sat in Damian Wayne’s bedroom, promptly ignoring the screams coming from Tim’s room next door (both from Conner and whatever garbage they were watching), a deck of cards and shots of apple cider lined up between them.

“I do not understand,” Damian said slowly. That was a rare occurrence.

“It’s simple!” Jon chirped, drawing a card off the top as Damian dumped a packet of Swedish Fish into his mouth. “Answer the question on the card truthfully, do the dare, or take a shot. Umm, it was more fun when the Justice League did it, but we’re not legal, so…”

“What, you mean to drink?” Dami mused at his boyfriend’s antics.

Jon stuck the card into the bottom of the pile and shrugged. “Well, yeah. Couple of fifteen year olds can’t take real shots.”

“Says you.”

“What?”

“Damian, do you underage drink?” Jon teased, poking at his knee over the playing field.

Dami swatted him away, cracking a rare smile. “Of course not. That is absurd.”

“Sure, babe,” Jon laughed. “So! Wanna go first?”

Damian stuck his red stained tongue out as he drew the first card, then glanced down at it, immediately making a face.

“Truth- who… was your gay awakening.” He glared at Jon, who beamed back innocently. “Did you write these?”

“Maybe,” Jon said. “So? Who’s it gonna be? Corpse Husband for the voice? Zac Efron for the… everything? Who was it?”

Damian smiled again and reached over the playing field, taking the back of Jon’s neck and dragging him forward to meet halfway. Sugar of many kinds lingered on his lips, and on Dami’s when he pulled away just to rest their foreheads together.

“It was you,” he whispered, and Jon grinned in dizzy adoration. “It was the annoyingly bright super-boy with beautiful eyes and a puppy heart. He basically forced my third eye open with a crowbar, but I love him for it.”

“Is my Dami making a joke?” Jon gasped. Damian rolled his eyes affectionately. “Are you saying your third eye is equivalent to your gay awakening?”

“Pretty much.”

“Well, I love you too, dorkface.”

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#halloween #dc #fluff #batboys #birdflash #jayroy #timkon #damijon #oneshot

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