#this one text i got this morning just….. baffling

[definegirlfriends]

NIALL SENT ME A HOODIE TO CELEBRATE THE ANNIVERSARY OF HEARTBREAK WEATHER !! SCREAMING !!!

[tthoroughfare]

some random modern!abby headcanons as i Cannot think about anything else. NSFW in the latter half spit kink asf i’m not sorry

she’s chronically offline. has social media but does not use it — her IG has one photo from 3 years ago and the only other social media she has is a facebook account she made when she was 14. her entire page is just shit her dad tags her in; photos of her he’s taken while they’re on vacation, cringey middle aged humor, the Facebook Parent works

90% of the time only uses her phone for what a phone is actually for. probably has a super old one because she doesn’t see the point in replacing it; it’s somehow in like perfect condition though

texts in perfect grammar. before you got used to it you literally thought she was mad at you all the time. hasn’t got it figured out what emojis make sense contextually because she doesn’t really use them and occasionally sends you baffling messages like:

“Got off early. Can’t wait to see you. 😬” (was rushing and thought it was a smile)

but sometimes it’s also very cute, like a grandma who just figured out how to text:

“Do you want to tag along with Manny and Nora to a concert on Saturday? The people they were supposed to go with can’t anymore. 🎶🕺🎸”

the type of gf who will get you doing the most random activities. she’s constantly trying new hobbies and always wants you to be a part of it. she’ll decide on a sunday night she wants to pick up rock climbing, have you both signed up and in the climbing gym monday

or she’ll decide on a whim she wants to take you to a restaurant someone recommended even though it’s an hour and a half drive away

med student abby is canon abby…

she really didn’t want to be a cliche and go into it just because it’s what her dad does, but she was always encouraged to excel academically and found herself naturally drifting in that direction

she makes it look easy, but it’s really not. she gets stressed about everything a lot (particularly wrestling with worries about letting her dad down, which you reiterate she couldn’t do if she tried), but doesn’t really show anyone apart from you. you always make her feel better, though, just as she does for you with your problems

grew up well-off, but isn’t a dick about it. very generous with her money, always buying you little treats and picking up the bill despite your protests. takes you on weekends away wherever possible, or a bigger vacation somewhere tropical during the summer

honestly not the best cook… she’s just used to making food for herself, which tends to be pretty plain. gym bro meals ugh. however, has one or two incredible recipes she can pull out the BAG. makes them for you when she knows you’ve had a long day

would 100% be that post of the guy who set his alarm purposefully earlier so that he could wake up and cuddle his partner before he had to actually get up. she’s normally up before you, regardless of the day or time. abby’s an early riser; she loves the morning. you always stir with a warm drink on the bedside table, and either the sound of her pottering around the apartment or a text saying something along the lines of:

“Heading to the gym. Gave you a kiss before I left but you were still clean out, LOL.”

has extremely random and rogue music taste. same with movies. you figure this out not long into knowing her, when you’re talking about favorite films and she deliberates before carefully stating that her all-time top three are flushed away, interstellar and an old foreign movie you couldn’t pronounce if you tried

speaking of — loves movies! you guys frequent the cinema, but also like to stay in and have movie nights at home. you’ll watch just about anything together, taking it in turns to choose. when you stay in, you make it a Whole Thing. all the bedding gets moved to the living room, you buy snacks, she sits and lets you meticulously paint a face mask on her

sometimes, you’ll attentively watch the whole thing. sometimes, if you get halfway through and it’s not the best, she’ll allow her fingers to trail down from their position atop your upper arm in a manner she knows you’ll pick up on. dipping under your shirt and rubbing loose, gentle circles at your hip for what feels like forever, before nudging at your jaw with her nose and planting a light kiss. you turn to meet her, eyes flitting between hers and her lips; closing the gap and smirking against her mouth, “you’re not subtle.”

blowing air out of her nose and shrugging, she brings her free hand up to the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss. it’s slow and deliberate, everything from the way she moves her lips against yours, to how she steadily shifts you on top of her. she likes to take her time with you, gets off when you have to say please

segueing into nsfw… praise kink spit kink gentle domination vers dynamic hey now

loves it when you show her how desperate you are for her, through words or otherwise. while i can’t see her being much of a talker herself (not to say that’s at all), she encourages your blathering about how good she feels, how much you need her. bonus points if you throw her name in there somewhere

should the occasion arise will absolutely put you through the mattress with the strap, but much more so an acoustic girl. two finger tongue combo diva. for her, it’s all about feeling you. how you contract around her, the little signals your body gives her she’s learned so well

to her, that’s the main point of sex. feeling as much of you as she can, feeling close to you, showing you how much she worships you. it’s filthy, yet reverent and devoted. gets a little possessive sometimes, because you’re hers and only she can have you how she does

whether it be arched up, her fingers plowing into you as she kisses her way over your upper back, hand threaded through your hair. stopping to suck a mark where your neck meets your shoulder, murmuring to ask if you can take three (she knows you can, just wants to hear you say it)

or on top of her, legs slotted together and your hand firmly bracing yourself on her knee whilst you rut against her. hearing her get slightly louder and higher pitched, revelling in the way she looks up at you, brows drawn and eyes full. shared wetness pooling and mingling, her hands all over you like she can’t decide which inch of sweat-sheened skin she wants to touch more

or after you’ve eaten her out and she’s still coming down, you running a hand over the outside of her thigh then kissing over her stomach — making your way back up to her lips, allowing her to taste herself through the sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. licking into her dirtily, running a thumb over her lower lip and softly telling her to open. abby doing as you say; always does as you say. a glob of spit falling from your mouth to hers which she accepts gladly, breathing jagged as she swallows. spurred on, dragging you back in with fervor, moving a hand to circle over your sopping clit

she’s never been like this with anyone, never wanted everything of a person so badly. she’d do anything for you, to you, let you do anything to her

while she does like it to be languid, to last, sometimes she can’t help herself. it’ll be the morning and she’ll rouse, tired eyes dragging over your form. abby shifting closer and wrapping an arm around your waist, you’ll stir a little and groan softly, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek and pivoting your head to give her a kiss. both brains still foggy, operating on basic wants, it doesn’t take long for it to turn from an innocent good morning peck to a desperate mess of tongues. then, to her mouthing at your neck, sliding her fingertips over your bare torso to knead at your breast. you’ll tilt your head back, let out a mewl of her name, before remembering it’s a weekday.

“what time is it?” you’ll ask, freezing and subconsciously trying to look at the clock.

“don’t worry, we’ve got time,” she’ll respond against your skin without missing a beat, hand making its way between your legs and coaxing a sharp exhale from you, “i’ll be quick, i promise.”

she knows you well — she certainly can be quick. still has time to make you that coffee she always does, too.

[w2soneshots]

Two becomes three -George clarkey

words: 2.4k+

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, sickness, worrying, birth.

summary: you and your husband George’s journey to unexpectedly becoming parents along with your social media posts during your pregnancy.

notes: hello my loves! Here’s the request. I love writing fluffy fics like this🥹. I hope you all enjoy this extra long one shot!!🧸🎀🤍 (please lmk what you think!)

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y/username: baby has entered the chat @georgeclarkeey

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chrismd10: congratulations guys❤️

faithloisak: how cute!! So happy for you two🥹✨

max_balegdae: ahhhhhhhhh

y/nfanpage21: there's no fucking way!!🙊

user27549810: the random George jump-scare at the end lol

user60286430: didn't they just get married like five seconds ago?😅

I met my now husband George four years ago. He followed me on instagram, I followed him back and not long after that we were dating. Last year he proposed and just under a month ago we had our wedding, which was beautiful and only had our closet friends and family.

An hour ago I took a pregnancy test. I was only a day late on my period but I took it just in case. I could hardly believe it when I saw two lines and it was so faint that I convinced myself I was seeing things so I decided to sleep on it and then tell George when I knew for sure.

But I just couldn't keep it a secret. I blurted out, "George, I think pregnant." As soon as he walked through the front door after his shoot with Arthur tv. He was baffled. "You- woah- you think?" I nodded. He took a moment to process what I just said. "And you took a test?" He finally asked. "Yeah, the lines were really faint though. I was gonna wait until tomorrow to tell you but- it just came out."

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I let out a soft sigh of relief. "If you are then I'll be so happy," he whispered into my hair. I smiled, though he couldn't see me. "I'm so overwhelmed," I mumbled. His hand made its way up to my hair and he gently ran it over my scalp, silently reassuring me.

That night everything felt so strange. You're supposed to take the tests in the morning anyway for the most accurate results so we were just waiting and trying not to get our hopes up in case it wasn't positive.

The next morning I woke to an empty bed. I reached for my phone and then read the text George had sent me just ten minutes ago; "gone to buy more tests, hopefully I'll be back before you're awake x" I sighed softly then got up.

As I was brushing my teeth the front door clicked open and soon George was walking into the ensuite. He smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, looking at me through the mirror. "Ready, love?"

"You look. I can't." I quickly passed the upside down test to George as we sat on the end of our bed. Just seconds before, the alarm on my phone rung but I couldn't bring myself to look at the test.

He took it and flipped it over. A wide smile spread across his face as an excited chuckle escaped his mouth. "Seriously?" I asked, shocked. "Y- yeah, you're pregnant!" He shot up of the bed. I giggled. "I'm gonna be a dad!" He pulled me up and into a bone crushing hug.

The next two months weren't very fun. At the beginning we were both so ecstatic. Then the morning sickness hit. I could barely eat, sleep and it was becoming impossible to make up excuses for why I couldn't go out.

George was like my rock through the entire ordeal. He was by my side every time I had to run to the bathroom, he held me and gently stroked my back as I tried to get some sleep, he pleaded with the doctor when we went for my first appointment hoping there was something, anything they could do and he let me ramble on about how I just wanted to feel normal again.

Slowly our friends figured it out and offered their help. The girls put together a basket and Faith made sure to include everything that helped her through her first trimester, Chris came round to keep me company while George had to go and film something for a brand deal and George's sister sat with me as we online shopped since I couldn't really go out.

When the sickness slowly started to ease off everyone was so relieved, George especially because he hated seeing me constantly upset. I was finally able to enjoy pregnancy, announce it on instagram and suddenly the last few months were erased from my mind.

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y/username: love, hate relationship with the heat

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taliamar: you're glowing babe!!💞

-> y/username: 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

georgeclarkeey: 🐊

y/nfanpage21: the puppy🥹

user85299106: this is adorable

At twenty two weeks we went on our little baby moon. I spent twelve days relaxing in the sun while George fussed about suncream and making sure I was in the shade. Since becoming pregnant he's been much more protective, which I don't mind since it's never overbearing. He's just trying to help in anyway possible.

"Good morning sleepy head." George greeted me quietly, sitting on the side of the bed next to my sleepy form and gently pushing the messy hair from my face. "Mornin'" I mumbled, shuffling slightly. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to my forehead before asking if I wanted some breakfast, to which I immediately nodded.

We left our little apartment after getting ready and walked hand in hand down the street towards the cute little outdoor café we'd spent quite a few mornings in the past week and a half.

"Thank you." I smiled at the young girl handing me my pancakes. "Will that be all?" She asked politely after placing George's breakfast in front of him. I nodded and she walked away.

"Mmm, I'm so glad I can actually enjoy food again," I said after swallowing a mouthful of food. George just stared at me. "What?" "I just love watching you." I chuckled. "That sounds a bit creepy babe."

When the day came that our baby moon was over I was sad to be leaving such a beautiful place that I'd made life long memories in but I was secretly very excited to be going home and getting back into normal life.

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y/username: clearing out my camera roll✨

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arthurtv: fifth slide?😭

-> georgeclarkeey:🫃🏼🤰

faithloisak: stunning!!!

y/nfanpage21: you, the bump, the flowers, all so cute💝

user10479624: you're both going to be the best parents

The next few months were spent relaxing and preparing for the arrival of our baby, who we found out the sex of just after our baby moon. We had a little gender reveal at our apartment with our families and a few special friends. We decided on a cake, classic, cute and delicious.

"I can't tell!" George announced. I stood next to him, my hand holding the knife that was cutting through the cake. Both of us were trying to peek at the sponge but it wasn't until I pulled the slice out that we spotted the pink.

Immediately the room erupted into cheers. I placed it down on a plate along with the knife and I turned to my husband. Tears welled in my eyes and when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body off of the ground the commotion around us seemed to disappear and all I could focus on was us.

"We're having a girl," I whispered, as though I was trying to convince myself that this was actually real. He gently placed me down, his hands landing on my hips. "I knew it. Dad intuition goes crazy." I giggled before pushing onto my tip toes and placing a loving kiss to his lips.

After that day I was suddenly obsessed with buying baby clothes, what the nursery was going to look like and the realisation hit me that I was actually going to have to push a human being out of my body, though George was quick to reassure me about that.

"Baby's the size of a small pineapple this week," I informed George as we sat on the couch, my feet resting on his lap as he slowly massaged them through my socks. I turned my phone around so he could see the app that keeps track of the baby.

"That's huge." He muttered, eyes widening slightly. I chuckled. "When she's done cooking she'll be the size of a pumpkin." "Oh god, I'm sorry." My brows furrowed, an amused look on my face. "What are you apologising for?"

"You're gonna have to lug around a pumpkin sized baby," he replied, deadly serious. I just laughed, though I wasn't particularly looking forward to that.

The months flew by and suddenly I was actually carrying a pumpkin sized baby in my stomach. At thirty seven weeks my back constantly ached, I needed to pee every five minutes, I wasn't sleeping properly since I had a future gymnast kicking around in my stomach and all in all I was just uncomfortable.

Since I could now go into labour at any second George was watching me like a hawk. Every grimace when I felt an extra strong kick, every sigh and every time my hand touched my stomach he would sit upright and just wait for me to say something.

"I'm fine, George," I'd say. "Just checking," he'd reply and that interaction would repeat itself another one hundred times before the day ended.

"I won't go if you don't want me to, Chris can find someone else last minute," George whispered as we lay in bed, my back pressed against his chest as he gently drew circles on the side of my bump. "No, I'll be okay. It's only a few hours," I mumbled back, half asleep. "Okay, just promise you'll call me if anything happens?" "Promise."

He left early the next morning to film the football video for Chris' channel, meaning I woke up alone. I went about my routine like normal though it felt like it was taking me longer to do my usual things, like I was moving at snail pace, which was slightly strange but I brushed it off.

An hour later I lay on the couch scrolling through instagram when I felt a twinge in my lower stomach. My brows furrowed slightly. "That was weird," I thought but I continued to scroll.

Until I felt it again. This time I decided to keep my promise to George and phone him. It ring a few times before he picked up. "Everything okay? Is it the baby?" He said immediately in a rushed tone. "I'm not sure, I just feel... weird."

He took in a shaky breath. "I knew I shouldn't have come today! I'm coming home." "It's fine, I'm- we're fine. Calm down-" "no no, I'll be there in twenty minutes, love you." And with that he ended the call. I sighed, feeling slightly bad that he'd had to leave the shoot but also a little relieved.

Just under twenty minutes later he burst through our apartment door. I stood in the kitchen, hands on the countertop as I took a deep breath, eyes squeezed shut. I heard his bags drop then the sound of his feet racing towards me.

"You said you just felt weird!" He placed his hand on the small of my back. I looked up at him as the pain subsided. "I did! It started getting worse after I called you."

George collected himself. "Okay okay, you're having contractions?" "Mhm, think so," I responded quietly. "How far apart?" "Like five minutes." He thought back to the birthing class we'd gone to last month. "I think we've got some time and the woman said the first kid always takes a while so let's not stress," he tried to reassure me and himself.

"I'll go get the bag, you just- uh... breathe." I chuckled softly, already calmer now that he was here. He emerged from our bedroom minutes later with the small suitcase in hand.

It took half a hour to get out of the door, drive to the hospital and get checked into a room. After that we could both relax.

The contractions weren't unbearable but I wanted the epidural as soon as possible. "Hmf-" I squeezed George's hand. "Another one?" He asked softly. All I could do was nod. "You're doing amazing sweetheart, so so good. I'm so proud of you."

Once I got the injection I felt like a million bucks. I couldn't feel the contractions, just a little bit of pressure. I sat in the bed happily as I ate my ice chips. Before I knew it, it was time to push.

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y/username: we've been in our little baby bubble this week but I wanted to officially introduce you to Maddie Clarke🤍👼🏼💫

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georgeclarkeey: my girls❤️

max_balegdae: yasss mother

taliamar: congratulations🥺💓

y/nfanpage21: I'M CRYING

user02781643: they're literally living the dream life omg!!

"She looks just like you," I said as I watched George's eyes fill with tears, his arms secured around his daughter, just ten minutes after she'd entered the world. He glanced down at me. "I love you so much, this is officially the best day of my life," he whispered. I smiled fondly and somehow I fell in love with George all over again, in a completely different way.

We spent a day and a half in the hospital before being discharged. It had been just me, George and the baby in a little room so it felt amazing to go home. I waddled after my husband as I watched him carry our newborn -who slept soundly in her car seat- out and toward the car. He strapped her in then helped me into the backseat.

"I get what people were taking about now," I said as he stared the engine. "Huh?" "I saw a video about the 'hot dad walk' out of the hospital and I totally get them." He chuckled, though he was cautious of the sleeping baby.

After a few days and once we were in somewhat of a routine his family came over to visit. His slightly younger sister was so excited and could barely keep quiet. "She's adorable. Oh my goodness, look at her little feet!" "Okay everyone, no touching until you've washed your hands!" He announced, pointing towards the kitchen sink.

I watched with a smile on my face as he fussed over whether Maddie's head was supported, it was extremely sweet how much he cared for and loved our daughter. I couldn't wait to watch as he became the best dad ever.

[emotaeyongie]

It's Not So Bad, Is It? | i

business heir!Zhong Chenle x business heir!fem!reader

Genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, non-idol au, series

Word Count: 1.8k words

Description: Who knew being stuck in an arranged marriage would get you here, with Zhong Chenle? It's not so bad, is it? It could always be worse. But with Chenle- it felt like hell.

Warnings: angst (with a good ending), neglect from family, reader and chenle are both emotionally unavailable freaks, swearing, smut, yearning, slow burn,

A/n: this is my first ACTUAL longass fic that isn't a text fic so like.. lmk how I did! no one requested this, this is purely me wanting a chenle arranged marriage fic bc i've read like five and i want more of them so like.. i'm making them. i'll be turning this into a series eventually! i just wanted to get this out of my drafts bc it's been sitting here for so long.

Being stuck in your family's business ventures has never been something you enjoyed, but something you merely endured. Growing up wealthy wasn't the worst, but dealing with your family from a business standpoint and never from a familial standpoint always got the best of you. It felt as though you were just another business ploy. Being the eldest meant you were always in the spotlight as well, while your younger siblings got the chance to be normal people. Something you never got to do. Will that ever get to change?

"What's this meeting for today? It wasn't even on my schedule until this morning," you ask, looking towards your cousin and CFO, Huang Renjun.

"I'm not too sure. I just know your parents planned it, there's no description of what it's about. It's not even listed as an emergency or anything," Renjun sighs, looking down at the calendar on his work phone.

"Maybe it's about your placement to become CEO of the company? I mean- your parents are getting a little old.." Renjun questioned.

"I feel like they would've mentioned that to one of us- and they're not that old Renjun." you chuckled, still feeling confused about the random meeting you were about to go into.

The two of you walked up to the company elevators before getting inside. Renjun pressed the right floor number to head up to the meeting rooms. As you both waited for the elevator to move you felt a pang of anxiety in your chest about the meeting.

"Do you think they'd fire me? What if I've done something wrong?" You ask, feeling a bit panicked.

"Y/n. What? Why would your parents fire the COO of their company who also happens to be their daughter?" Renjun looked to you, baffled by your question.

"I mean honestly, you run this company better than your parents anyways. They don't have a reason to fire you, so stop your panicking before it even starts, we don't have time for that." Renjun states.

"Right. You're right, Junnie. I don't know why I was worried." You say, realizing the thought was dense to begin with.

The elevator lightly pinged before opening up the doors and leading you two out into the hallway. You and Renjun made your way to the last conference room on the left and walked inside. As you sauntered into the meeting, you were met with the familiar faces of your parents, and three people you didn't entirely recognize. An older woman and a man, and another man, who looked to be your age. Your father quickly stood up, introducing you to the others in the room.

"Ah, finally! This is my daughter, Huang Y/n, my wonderful COO, and her secretary- and CFO, Huang Renjun, my nephew." Your father announced.

The rest of the room stood and held their hands out to you for them to shake. You shook the woman's hand first, as she introduced herself to you. "I'm Mrs Zhong, and this is my husband, Mr Zhong. I'm sure you recognize our names."

You nodded, going to shake Mr Zhong's hand aswell. "You're the CEOS of Zhong Inc, correct?"

The woman smiled, "Yes we are. and this is my son, Chenle, he's our company's CFO, and soon to be heir for our CEO position once we retire."

You turned to Chenle, going to shake his hand and he shook yours in return, although he didn't speak to you. You had heard about the Zhongs business for a long time, their company rivaling yours for generations. You were bound to meet eventually. Your father motioned for everyone to be seated so the meeting could begin. Renjun sat down next to you as you both exchanged a confused look, still unaware of the meeting's topic. Your father glanced to you before speaking again.

"Y/n, I'm sure you're wondering why I've called this meeting today, especially with no warning." Your father spoke.

"I'm guessing we're here to discuss business, no?" I quipped jokingly, still unsure of what was going on.

"Well, obviously. But it's probably not the type of business you're expecting." Your father fiddled with the wedding ring on his finger as he glanced between you and to the Zhong's.

"We've been competitors with the Zhong's for generations, you know this. And we've finally come to an agreement to join companies." Your father paused.

"And sweetheart, we know you've been waiting to become CEO for the longest time, and you've worked hard for it." Your mother chimed in.

You felt your skin crawl anxiously as you feared the direction this conversation was taking. You looked between your parents.

"What are you two implying?" You ask, on edge.

"We've arranged for you- as our heir- and Chenle- as their heir- to be wedded. That's how we've decided to affiliate our companies." Your father declared.

You felt your heart drop in your chest as your father finished speaking.

An arranged marriage?

"No. Absolutely not. Get one of my sister's to do it, I can't just marry someone!" You exclaimed, exasperated.

"I'm afraid you don't get a choice in this, my dear. Keep in mind, my son doesn't have a choice in this either. This is all for business." Mrs. Zhong spoke up.

You glanced to Chenle, seeing how the tight-lipped expression on his face remained cold. No wonder he didn't speak to you when you shook his hand. You looked to Renjun, as he shared your shocked expression.

"Is there any other way for our companies to merge?" You pleaded.

"This is the best way for our companies to merge, and it's the easiest way to win over the public. Plus this is the only way we'll grant you the position of CEO, Y/n. This is what you wanted, sweetheart. You know everything comes at a price, even this position." Your father conceded.

"How could you just agree to this? Father-" You asserted, feeling betrayed.

"This is simply how we've decided this company merger will go. I'm sorry you don't agree with it, but you know this is how business is."

"I mean, this is bullshit, Renjun! How am I supposed to do anything if I'm married? I don't even know Chenle!" You shouted angrily, sipping on a glass of wine.

Renjun slouched on his couch as you paced around his kitchen angrily, steam practically flowing off of you. "I don't know, Y/n. There's obviously no way out of this either, your father already said that. Maybe Chenle won't be so bad. Plus at the end of the day you'll finally be CEO and I'll take over your position. With how much time you'll be spending at the company you would barely have to deal with Chenle, anyways."

"I know I'd be too busy to interact with Chenle except when it comes to business. But it's the concept of it all! Do my parents really just see me as an asset to get more money? I mean- they never treat any of my siblings this way." You sighed, feeling deflated.

"You and I both know the answer to that question, unfortunately." Renjun ran his hand through his hair as he glanced to you apologetically.

"This definitely won't be easy for you, but you won't be alone. I'm your family and your secretary, I'll always be here to support you." Renjun stood and walked to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"And we can plan a wedding! Wouldn't that be fun? We used to dream of doing that as children, remember?" Renjun quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

"I always hoped when we were planning a wedding it'd be when I'm marrying someone I love." You cried.

Renjun sighed as he pulled you into a hug as you started to cry more, the overwhelming day finally taking over you.

As the day of your wedding finally came you could feel yourself becoming colder towards the world, feeling as if your life was hardly yours. You had a few meetings previously with your parents trying to force you and Chenle to get to know each other before the wedding came. When it came to you and Chenle, it felt like the two of you had hit a stalemate. Neither of you wanting to know the other and only wanting to get it all over with.

Your father finally walked you up the aisle and led you to Chenle. Although the occasion wasn't ideal, Renjun really had planned the hell out of your wedding. It wasn't likely you'd be able to have a real wedding, but Renjun made sure the wedding was everything you wanted, even if you didn't get the love you wanted in the end. You and Chenle quickly exchanged your mock-up vows between the two of you. You both tried your best to look happy, as cameras and eyes were everywhere. Rings were exchanged between you as the officiant finished speaking.

"I pronounce you, husband and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Zhong. You may kiss the bride." The officiant smiled.

You and Chenle shared a chaste kiss, the only kiss the two of you would likely ever share. You felt disgusted, as did he, neither of you wanting to endure this wedding longer than you had to. You quickly separated, looking embarrassed, but played it off as feeling shy. The two of you making your way our of the wedding, walking down the aisle. You made eye contact with Renjun, as you both shared a sad, defeated look.

The rest of your reception went by in a blur, as you drowned it all out with multiple glasses of wine and soju, hardly speaking to Chenle the whole night, mainly conversing with your friends as Chenle did the same. As the night came to a close, you and Chenle got into your limousine, waving goodbye to your loved ones, as you traveled to your new shared home.

The ride was silent between the pair as the sequences of the night played over and over in their heads again. The realization finally dawned on the two of them. They were stuck together.

As the newlyweds finally put all of their belongings inside their new home the day had completely worn them out. You looked to Chenle, who looked too exhausted to keep up his cold demeanor.

"I'll sleep in the guest bedroom." You sighed, grabbing your things, ready to change out of your wedding attire.

Chenle nodded to you as you parted ways, settling into your new bedrooms. Once you got to your room you set down all of your items, quickly changing into your pajamas, feeling exhausted. As you lay down in your bed, you finally let yourself break. The tears immediately rushing down. You covered your mouth, trying to hide your cries as best as you could to avoid alerting Chenle.

All of this, just to become a CEO.

In the room next to yours, Chenle felt the same defeated emotions as you did. The both of you already feeling resentment towards each other, and your parents. It was the type resentment that grew like a disease.

[yailtsv]

can you write a fix of paige as a mom to a teen girl who she catches trying to sneak out

Sneaking out - Pazzi’s daughter

Sum: paige catches Saylor sneaking out

Warnings: none for now I don’t think

Notes: I hope I did this justice 🤞 I know some people have said they’re excited for this fic so I’m honestly hoping you guys all like this

Wc: 1k

Pair: paige x daughter!oc (Saylor)

Saylors Masterlist

“Just climb out your window, It’s not that hard dude.” Saylor’s friend Jasmine says over the phone. “My moms could catch me Jas, then I’ll be grounded. Then what?”

“You’re acting like your moms even pay attention to you bro, they’re way to famous and busy to pay attention to what you of all people are doing. Sneak out through your window or we are leaving without you. We are not gonna get caught because your a scaredy cat” Jasmine says not leaving room for argument and hanging up the phone

Saylor sighs bringing her phone down from her ear and looking at the picture of her moms and her on Christmas morning a few years back that is taped to her vanity mirror. Back in a time where Saylor wasn’t constantly being looked down on by her friends, and was actually happy. Back in a time where she wasn’t a complete disappointment to her moms, and they didn’t have to constantly ground her.

Saylor takes a deep breath and then gets up from her bed and walking to her closet to start getting ready. After Saylor got dressed and did her hair and makeup, she texted her friend group chat that she was ready to be picked up - getting left on read

With them not responding and giving her an estimated time of when they’ll be here, she sat by her window waiting.

When they finally do get to the Bueckers household after around 35 minutes when it’s a 14 minute drive, Saylor opens her window and climbs out carefully turning around to close her window a little bit

“Hey bug, do you wanna watch a movie with me? Mama’s gonna be home lat-“ Saylor froze immediately seeing her mom walk into her room while she was pulling the window down. “Get in the house” Paige says in a monotone voice

Jasmine and the others could see Paige through the window and immediately drove off, leaving Saylor to fend for herself.

Saylor slowly climbs back into her room and stands by the window with her head down and hands clasped behind her back. Paige scoffs “What? You not gonna look at me now?”

Saylor just keeps her head down, “living room! NOW!” Paige says and then commands when Saylor doesn’t move. Saylor walks past Paige and walks downstairs to the living room - sitting on the couch and waiting for Paige to come back.

“You wanna tell me where you were going?” Paige says while walking down the stairs and to the couch - sitting down in front of Saylor.

Saylor just keeps her head down and looks at her hands in her lap. “Hello? I’m talking to you!” Paige says still trying to get Saylors attention “Saylor Jade Bueckers, look at me and answer the question now!” Paige says sternly, making Saylor shake her head

“No? You’re gonna tell me no? After I just caught YOU trying to sneak out?” Paige says baffled about how her daughter’s been acting recently “Fine you wanna play this game? Let’s play this game! You’re grounded for two months - no phone, no tv, no video games, you will have my old phone with mine and Azzi’s phone numbers that you can call and text ONLY us with and you will turn it in, to one of us when you’re home from school. You use your computer ONLY for school. No basketball or dance for two weeks-“

“Mom! No! You can’t do that! College recruiters are watching us now at games and recitals, how are they supposed to see me if you do that?!”

“I guess you should have thought about that before you decided to sneak out!” Paige yells making Saylor look back down at her hands and try to hold in her tears “I will call your coaches tomorrow morning and tell them that you are not to be participating in practices, games, recitals, all of that for two weeks. You are to go to school and come home immediately. You also now have a bedtime, me and Azzi will come and check on you randomly. Oh and I will be installing cameras around the house and outside of your windows tomorrow”

“Mom!-“ “Do NOT mom me right now Saylor Jade! What did you think was gonna happen when you decided to sneak out? That we would just never find out? That we wouldn’t care? What?! Tell me what you thought was gonna happen?! And let’s mention how you always get ungrounded and then immediately do something to get you grounded again! What is going on with you?! Paige yelled again just to be met with silence

“Go to your room!” Paige said pinching the bridge of her nose “mom-“ Saylor starts but gets cut off “Go. To. Your. Room. Saylor” Paige say’s strictly making Saylor sniffle and slowly get up and start making her way to the stairs

When she reaches them Paige stops her “While you’re up there, think about what you’ve done in the last year. Think about how you’ve been acting for the last 2+ years. And while you’re at it, try to find my daughter for me cause the girl standing in front of me is not my daughter. My daughter is a sweet girl that does her homework the day she gets it even if it’s not due for a month, she wants to dance and play basketball, she wants to go to college, my daughter wouldn’t throw her whole life away for some party, or alcohol & drugs, or even a fling” Paige says tearing up that she even has to say this

Saylor just looks at the ground and makes her way upstairs and to her room, getting in her bed and under the covers finally letting the tears fall.

I’m such a disappointment is all that is ringing through her head

@melpthatsme

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Day 6 – Gojo X Utahime X Geto

Summary : In a drunken stupor, Utahime accidentally agrees to have Gojo and Geto's baby. She wants to confess that it was a mistake but...

Disclaimer: Gojo X Utahime X Geto. Established SatoSugu. Breeding. Threesome M/M/F, Top Geto, Bottom Utahime, Switch Gojo, Anal (Gojo receiving) <3

A/n: More Kinktober from 202...uh...uh...don't worry about it.

But seriously I know i've been quite slow in uploading but i'm planning on taking tumblr a bit more seriously so look forward to atleast a liiiitle bit more frequent posting <3 thanks for being patient with me!

Utahime groaned as the morning sun hit her face, the bright light peeking through the curtains, instantly triggering a headache. She let out a loud huff, the familiar sensation of a hangover permeating through her bones. Pushing herself up in a sitting position, she simply sat on her mattress, eyes closed as she took her time to wake up. Today was her day off which was why she went out drinking with her friends to begin with. It was a fun night out with the rest of her colleagues/friends even if the nuisances Geto and Gojo were there.

 But even their presence couldn’t deter her from having a fun night out. Jugs after jugs of beer went down her throat, seemingly a good idea at the time but right now, she was dealing with the consequences. Knowing that she wasn’t going to go back to sleep, she pushed herself off the bed, reminding herself to buy Shoko a gift as she was sure the woman must have brought her back home and dressed her in her pyjamas- an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

She picked up her phone as she went to the bathroom to start getting ready, eager to have that dry taste in her mouth replaced with mint. Brushing her teeth with one hand, she scrolled through her phone with the other, letting out a sigh of relief as she noticed she didn’t text any of her ex’s while drunk. But one message in a group chat that consisted of her and the two idiots caught her attention. Geto : 9:45 : Thank you again for offering, Utahime. You don’t know how much this means to us.

Dumbass : 9:46: Seriously. You’re amazing. We’ll come to your place in the evening with some dinner, alright? Get comfortable.

She raised an eyebrow in confusion, having no idea what the men were talking about, even more baffled by Gojo’s sweet demeanor when suddenly, toothbrush fell out of her mouth and clattered on the sink. Her eyes widened as the message triggered something in her brain and Utahime remembered- she remembered the conversation with Gojo and Geto last night:

“Y’wanna know a secret?” Gojo slurred, his head lolling towards her, the man drunk out of his mind, “Me ‘an Suguru…we’re plannin on havin a baby!”

“WHAT?!”

“Shhhhhhh!” Gojo hushed, clumsily placing a finger over Utahime’s lips, comically smushing it, “It’s a secret! We haven’t told the others yet!”

“Oh!” Utahime whispered back, shrugging his finger off of her lips, “B-But how can you two have a baby? Unless you got a womb?”

“Nah, just a dumb pair of cock and balls.” Gojo said, laughing at Utahime’s laugh of disgust, “But we’re serious about this. We’ve been together for so long, we wanna have a kid.”

“Gojo, that’s…a terrible idea.” Utahime said, flicking him on the forehead, “Poor Geto will have to raise two kids on his own- one baby and one man baby- I’m scared he won’t make it.”

“Hey!” Gojo gasped, offended, “I’ll have you know- I’ll be a great dad!”

“That you will, sweetheart.” A third voice said, joining in on their conversation. Suguru slid into the booth beside his boyfriend, giving the white-haired man a kiss on his hair before placing his arm around his shoulder, “You airing our dirty laundry out to Utahime?”

“Nothin’ dirty about it!” Gojo defended, cheeks red and eyes woozy, but still filled with adoration for Geto “S’ beautiful”.  “S-So what are y’ gonna do?” Utahime asked, head swaying, “Adoption?”

“That’s an option.” Geto said, just a bit tipsy, “But we’re mostly thinking of surrogacy.”

“Oh!” Utahime said, “Sounds complicated.” “It is.” Geto said with a nod, “But we do like that for us. Would be nice to have a baby with our DNA. Our only issue is finding the right surrogate… now that’s a whole other level of complicated. The woman needs to be healthy, of sane mind and body, minimal family history of disease, should be willing to be pregnant and give birth for us, I mean- the list goes on and on.” “Hmm?” Utahime pondered, her drunk brain getting ahead of her and before she realised what she was gonna say: “Then why don’ I do it for ya?”

Both men jumped, eyes wide, Gojo practically sobering up with those few words. “Wh-What?” Geto asked, like he couldn’t believe his ears.” “I’ll do it for ya!” Utahime repeated, taking another swig of beer, “I can has your babies- no medical history- no crazy people in my family- and I always wanted big titties.” “Are- you serious?” Gojo asked, his eyes hidden behind the mask so she could only guess what expression he had on. “Yeah!” She said confidently with a nod, “I might be drunk- but Utahime always keeps her word! I’ll let you two get me pregnant- easy peasy!”

Utahime- the one in the here and now- slapped a hand over her mouth, her body running cold yet her heart hammering in her chest. What had she done? Did she really just promise them- there’s no way- but her memories- oh God- she really did it. She promised them.

Gojo and Geto were going to come to her house soon…to get her pregnant.

~~~~~

Her plan was simple. Explain to them that she was drunk beyond her mind and said things she didn’t mean. Apologise for getting their hopes up and offer any other assistance that didn’t involve her getting pregnant. She knew both of the men identified as bisexual- but she never believed they’d ever be interested in her- forget the willingness in getting her knocked up. It was making her head spin, honestly.

But her entire plan fell to pieces as the two men invited themselves into her home, their hearts full and happy grins on their faces. Geto pulled her into a bone crushing hug the second he saw her, his smile so happy and full of joy, she had to look away. Gojo actually started cooking for her, babbling away and barely letting her get a word in as he cooked them all a delicious dinner, Utahime’s favorite. They both started talking about how happy and excited they were, even having picked out baby names.

“If it’s a girl, it’s Maya.” Geto said happily. “And if it’s a boy, it’s Sabito.” Gojo completed, clapping his hands, “Doesn’t that sound adorable, Utahime?” They went on and on about how grateful they were, how they felt so exhausted and tired from searching for a surrogate, that this was perfect for them as Utahime was a friend and she could be a part of their baby’s life, how long they have waited for a moment like this and further crushing Utahime with guilt.

She gulped, feeling sweat drip down her brow. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t crush their hopes- not when they were so clearly happy and excited for this next step in their relationship. She shouldn’t have opened her fat mouth but now the damage was done. Sure, she did have one or two fantasies about the two and sure, maybe she touched herself that one time she heard them having sex in the classroom but-

“Hime?” Geto asked, making her jump as she felt his hand on her lower back, gently rubbing it up and down. Bellies full and eyes eager, the two of them looked at her with excitement and passion behind their eyes, making her feel dizzy. “If you’re ready…would you like to take this to the bedroom?” he asked. “If you’re sure about this, of course.” Gojo said, “You can opt out at any time.” Utahime gulped, the part where Geto was touching her feeling like it was on fire. She couldn’t remember the last time she got laid and besides, she was on birth control so they probably wouldn’t get her pregnant…so…why not enjoy herself?

Fuck it.

“Let’s go.” She said, sounding far more confident than she felt, throwing caution to the wind, “Let’s make a baby.”.

~~~~~

“Cumming! Cu-Cumming-“ the black haired woman cried out, tossing her head back against the pillow as Gojo’s tongue continued to do sinful things to her pussy. Her body shook as she climaxed, her legs shaking and eyes rolling to the back of her head as she rode his tongue, the man ready to be used for her pleasure. “W-Why are you so g-good at this?” she babbled as she enjoyed her orgasm, little cries and whimpers leaving her lips as he licked at her clit, giving it a toe curling suck.

“Why, thank you~” Gojo said, his ego stroked as he curled his fingers inside her just right, making her gasp and arch her back, pussy gushing against his tongue even more as he milked her orgasm, “Glad to know I’m still good with the lady- ah! Fuck- Sugu- ah!”

Utahime couldn’t deny the way her body heated up on hearing Gojo moan, his lover behind him, gently stuffing his fingers into Gojo’s ass. All three of them were naked, the excitement of making a baby removing any sexual awkwardness or tension. They wanted to breed her and were so eager, Utahime barely had time to be embarrassed. Two hands on her body, two pairs of lips on her skin, two hard and eager cocks that demanded to empty inside her- she was living the dream.

“Don’t want your ego to be too big now, do we love?” Geto asked, snickering as he started moving his lubed-up fingers in and out with practiced ease, gently stretching the white haired man out, “Now go back to cleaning her pussy up.”

Utahime mewled at Geto’s words, her noises quickly intensifying once Gojo did as he said, perhaps the only time she’d seen him be obedient. He opened his mouth as he looked up at her, having discarded his blindfold and his bright blue eyes took her breath away. He grinned up as her, giving her a wink before he went back to making out with her pussy, slobbering over her lewdly. He shook his head from side to side, his tongue running all over her cunt and drinking her up like a man dying of thirst, his tongue hot and wet against her sensitive pussy.

She jumped when Gojo suddenly let out a loud moan, his breath hot against her cunt as she watched him twitch, his hips wiggling against Geto’s hand. Licking his lips, Geto continued his movements, easily finding Gojo’s prostate and teasing the man, gently grazing against that special spot. He wanted Gojo hard and needy, ready to bust and breed like a rabid dog and he knew he was close to doing it. Gojo’s cock hung between his legs, rock hard and tip leaking with precum, his balls twitching every time Geto grazed against that button inside him. Geto was hard too, his cock rearing to go, incredibly turned on by the sight of his partner eating out Utahime.

They both had a crush on the woman, Utahime being dense as bricks but that was one of the reasons they liked her. She was strong, independent and beautiful- they couldn’t find a better surrogate for their child if they tried. Her body was stunning, with beautiful breasts they took time to suck and nibble at, hickeys and bite marks already littering her fair skin. And her pussy was beautiful- so pretty and pink, their cocks got hard the second they saw it.

“Mmph- fuck it-“ Gojo growled before pushing himself up, ignoring Utahime’s whine of protest, “I have to get inside you, now. And Suguru-“

“I know, my greedy boy.” Geto teased, gently pulling his fingers out of his lover, “You ready, Hime?”

“Y-Yeah.” She responded, gulping as Gojo towered over her, spreading her legs wider so he could slide himself between them. Her eyes widened as she took in Gojo’s hard cock, throbbing and eager next to her pussy. Seeing him over her, his expression so full of lust and desire- it made her head spin and her cunt twitch with excitement. He grabbed her legs and silently instructed her to wrap them around his waist, both of them moaning simultaneously as his cock touched her cunt, enjoying the sensation.

“S-So you’re b-breeding me first?” Utahime asked, already knowing the answer but deciding to ask anyway. “Sure am.” Gojo said, “we flipped a coin.”

“But don’t worry.” Geto chimed in, lathering his member with a generous amount of lube, “I’ll be sure to fill you up twice as much after.”. His eyes trailed in on the beautiful sight in front of him. Gojo’s puckered asshole, his heavy balls and throbbing cock, leading down to Utahime’s beautiful cunt. He was living the bisexual dream.

“I’m putting it in.” Gojo said, tugging at his cock a few times before he pressed it against Utahime’s hole, letting out a sweet groan as he pushed in, her pussy so wet it barely put up a resistance. The woman gasped, mouth wide and open as he entered her, his dick starting to stretch apart her wet hole. Inch after inch of his deliciously long cock (Gojo’s dick was longer while Geto’s was thicker) thrust inside her, taking her breath away as she felt like the air was being punched out of her lungs.

But if she thought her moans were bad…

“Oh- oh fuck!” Gojo cried out, barely having bottomed out inside of Utahime before Geto grabbed generous handfuls of his ass, spread them apart before he started pushing inside Gojo. His asshole stretched out before with his fingers did very little to make Gojo less tight, Suguru gritting his teeth so hard he could hear them in his skull. Gojo’s ass was a thing of wonder, his tight little hole swallowing Geto’s fat cock greedily, lube dripping down as he pushed and stretched, letting out little groans himself.

He thrust the last inch inside harshly, making Gojo jump as he was stuffed to the brim with cock- his own dick plunged inside his close friend. His mind was a jumbled mess, his body receiving pleasure from all directions and he couldn’t take it. A tight pussy around his cock and a fat dick in his ass- what more could he want?

Other than to get Utahime pregnant, of course.

“S-Shit fuck- Suguru- I can’t-“ Gojo moaned, showing a side of him to Utahime she’d never seen before, “Fuck- I can’t fuck her if you keep- mmph-“

“Sure you can.” Geto said, smirking as he slid his hands to Gojo’s hips, pressing his cock as deep inside the man as he could, “just move those hips baby~”

“Y-You asshole!”

“You love it~”

Deciding to give him some help, Suguru started pulling out, his cock dragging against Gojo’s hot, wet walls before he thrust in all at once. Both Gojo and Utahime screamed, the movement causing Gojo’s cock to push even deeper inside her. Geto picked up the pace, starting to thrust back and forth inside his boyfriend, red dusting his cheeks as he heard the melodic sounds of his two bottoms enjoying the pleasure. His movements got Gojo to move as well, his balls starting to gently slap against Utahime as her pussy swallowed him greedily, the man feeling dizzy from all the pleasure.

“Keep up, Satoru.” Geto said, hips slapping against Gojo’s again and again, which in turn, made Gojo fuck Utahime even better, “and you better cum quickly. I want a taste of that pussy too~”

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Break Bread Chapter 1

Platonic Yandere Choso x Reader

5.4 k words

Summary: Following the disappearance of your friend Junpei, your life had been completely turned upside down with no clear answers in sight. The recent heartache leaves you feeling a bit more charitable than you otherwise may have been. Surely giving a stranger a small token of kindness will only lead to good thing, right?

Warnings: reader is female presenting and referred to as such, blood, implied death, grief, implied stalking

Choso has so much platonic yandere potential, but there is virtually nothing taking advantage of that, so I have decided to become the change I want to see in this world.

The bustling streets of Tokyo were always loud, but not so enough to make it impossible to hear your own thoughts. You wished it was, but luck was rarely on your side. And after everything that has happened recently… you’re pretty sure that the good kind of luck has entirely abandoned you.

To hell with everything. None of this made sense. It wasn’t fair. Why was this happening to you? What did you do to deserve to be damned to such a nightmare?

You hug your bag to you as you pick up your pace, wanting to get out of the worst of the crowd as quickly as possible. You weren’t a fan of crowds at the best of times, and the current state of affairs was far from ideal.

Because how were you supposed to simply go back to normal after your best friend, Junpei, disappeared without a trace? Not only that, but his disappearance was dubious as all hell. You felt like you were going insane, like you had no one you could trust anymore. It felt like your entire life was perpetually on the verge of collapsing, and you couldn’t even talk to anyone about it.

This all started when Junpei skipped school to go see a movie. You weren’t necessarily against skipping school once in a while, but you had to refuse his offer to go with him that time because you had just gotten in trouble with your mom over the last time you had skipped. At the time, you had been afraid of upsetting your mom even more, but now you wish you would have just gone with him because that’s when everything changed. Junpei was… different after that.

When you shot him a text asking where he wanted to meet up after you were out of school, it took him several hours to respond. At first you rationalized that he was in the movie theater, but no movie was four hours long. Was he ignoring you for not going with him? He wasn't usually that petty, but he had been dealing with a lot lately. You suppose you couldn't really fault him for being upset, though it did hurt you. By the time he did respond, it was short and offered no real explanation. 

Junpei: busy. can't meet up today

Oh. He really was pissed at you for not skipping school with him. You had sent a few texts apologizing and explaining why you didn't go with him before, but all you got in response to those was an ‘it's fine’. It most certainly did not feel “fine”.

This icy back and forth continued for almost a week when he abruptly told you to skip class and meet him all the way across the city one morning. Admittedly, you were pretty mad over how he'd been acting that week and told him that you won't do that unless he comes over and says it in person. 

He didn't. You regretted saying that. 

That night you had been thinking about just going anyway, only for you to become violently ill with zero warning. One second you were fine and getting ready for school, and the next you were collapsed on the ground and so weak and feverish that you couldn't even move. Your mom naturally freaked out over your rapidly declining health and took you to the hospital, but then it got weirder. 

Your symptoms completely vanished within an hour of getting there. Just as suddenly as it came on, your mystery illness left. Even the doctors were baffled. They had clearly seen your symptoms and didn't have any explanation for what you could have had that would have behaved that way. 

Just to be safe, your mom elected to take the rest of the day off of work to stay home and keep an eye on you in case you relapsed, but that thankfully never happened. You were still feeling a little faint, but other than that, you were fine. 

When you shot a text to Junpei explaining the medical emergency and asking if he wanted to try meeting up tomorrow instead, you weren't entirely surprised when it went unanswered. Your last exchange with him had been kinda rude and snippy. He probably thought you hadn't shown up on purpose. 

But then your mom came home from her job the next day asking if you'd heard anything from Junpei about why his mom wasn't at work. 

Nothing was normal after this. Your mom's boss knew nothing and said it wasn't his business if Ms. Yoshino wanted to vanish without a trace. 

The school actually gave an excuse, but you didn't buy it. Your homeroom teacher said that Junpei had simply moved away. Overnight. With zero warning. Not even from his mother. 

Junpei could be angsty at times, but he would never do something like that. Nagi absolutely wouldn't, and certainly not without a word to your mother, her best friend since childhood. While she was something of a wildcard to a point, she was still a responsible parent that wouldn't do anything she thought would jeopardize her son.

None of this made any sense, but everyone around you insisted that it did. It felt like everyone except for you was in on a joke. You’ve sent dozens, probably even hundreds of texts to both Junpei and Nagi begging for them to explain themselves or at least let you know that they were okay, but you got absolutely nothing. Complete radio silence. 

So, you went looking for answers. It was debatable if that was a good idea. The first place you went was the police station to see if they knew about anything suspicious goings on in the area or if they'd heard from the Yoshino’s. They weren't helpful and all but pushed you back out the door once they realized you weren't there to file a report. This was frustrating, but hardly surprising. 

Next was their home. 

Thanks to some impromptu late night visits, you knew that the lock on one of the windows didn't work and would click open from the gentlest push. You climbed inside the house, and you immediately knew that something was very wrong. 

All of their furniture was still here, so that was pretty solid evidence against the “they just moved” theory.

However, the most startling aspect to this reveal was how trashed the living room and kitchen were. The table was broken, chairs were flipped over, and worst of all, there was blood splattered everywhere. 

You wanted to leave then. You knew you should have. But you didn't. Why? Morbid curiosity, maybe? Perhaps you were just in a state of shock… So you continued up the- blood-soaked- stairs. 

Nagi’s room was first. It was even worse. There was a massive rusty brown bloodstain on her bed. Long since thawed ice packs were strewn about, the water of which had caused spots of mold to form. The smell was awful, so much so that you had to leave the room immediately to keep from vomiting. 

Part of you didn't even want to check Junpei’s room. You were terrified of what you might find. Would there be more blood? 

A body?

But… he's your best friend. He wouldn't run away if it was you that could have been hurt or worse. You owed it to him to push past your fears. 

The door to his room creaks as you slowly open it, and you find… nothing. 

Junpei's room looks completely normal. The only thing slightly off about it is that his closet is open and has been very blatantly rummaged through. Clothes are all over the floor, wrinkled and stepped on. 

All of this begs the question: What the fuck happened here? 

One of the first things that came to mind due to the severity of the crime scene was yakuza involvement. This kind of brutality sure seems like something those people would do. But then again, you don't think that professionals would leave behind such a mess. If they wanted to make someone disappear, wouldn't they want it to be clean and not blatantly a matter of foul play?

That, and why would the yakuza target the Yoshino's? It's not like either member of the family was doing anything that would catch their attention. Since when do gang members care about modest families just trying to get by? The only way you could imagine them crossing paths is if one of them saw something they weren't supposed to, but again, the amount of evidence left behind seemed to contradict yakuza standards. 

After the grizzly discovery, your first instinct had been to run to the nearest police station, but you hesitated. Wouldn't they have already had to do a welfare check when the entire family disappeared? Have they already been to the household? Did they already know what was inside and were keeping quiet about it?

Perhaps they were keeping things close to the chest for investigative purposes and acting aloof to make the perpetrators fall into a false sense of security. Or they were completely stumped and were going to sweep this under the rug so as to not have a cold case tainting their files. Hell, they might try to pin it on you if you confront them just so they can close the book on it. 

That, and well… you really weren't eager to admit to breaking and entering to a bunch of cops… and tampering with a crime scene. You had given them at least some reason to be suspicious of you now. You couldn't help yourself but to grab a few things before you left. Keepsakes to remind you of a dear friend that you were beginning to think was no longer alive. 

A few of Junpei's movies, some plushies you'd won out of a claw machine and given to him, a couple of his shirts. The shirts may have been a weird thing to take, admittedly, but by the time you thought better of it, they were already stuffed in a drawer in your room. Returning them would only put you more at risk of accidentally framing yourself for a crime you didn't commit, so you had no choice but to hang onto them now. 

The knowledge and unanswered questions spawned from said knowledge have weighed heavily on you since. Especially since you had no one to talk about this with. Anyone that might pass this along to police was a clear no for reasons already established, so any mandated reporter or likely snitch was out of the question. Your mom was also ruled out. She had enough on her mind as it was, you didn't want to confirm her worst fears by telling her about the gruesome scene. 

And you couldn't talk to a friend about it because the only friend you had was more likely than not dead. So you were forced to suffer in silence and find your own way of coping. Which was to say, you weren’t coping with it at all. You were just wallowing in your own misery with no clear end in sight. 

The one thing you had taken to doing in the wake of all this was spending more time at the local park. You'd found a quiet corner of it with minimal foot traffic, and you made a habit of spending at least an hour there every day to try and clear your head. It was nice. Junpei much preferred the indoors to the outdoors, so outings like this had been infrequent at best. 

As you finally broke free of the crowd and diverged into the park, you let out a sigh of relief and hurried to your quiet place.  You unzip your school bag to retrieve the snack you'd bought at a convenience store on the way here. Today's treat was melonpan, and you were eager to indulge yourself with it. You reach in blindly to pull it out, only for your fingers to touch more than one plastic wrapped food. 

Damn it. You pull your hand out, seeing two melonpans in it. You'd done it again. Buying snacks in two's had become such a force of habit over the years that you kept instinctively buying two of everything unless you were really consciously thinking about it. It wasn't the end of the world or anything, but it was a depressing reminder of the person no longer here to eat it.

Oh well. It feels shameful to mope about extra food when you're at least alive to experience it. You'll just save the other one for tomorrow. Or maybe see if your mom wants it. 

Just as you're about to stuff the extra back into your backpack, you look up and see that the bench that you had recently claimed as your own in your quiet place was very much taken. As irrational as it was, you felt an immediate wave of irritation at the perceived intruder.

A part of you wanted to tell him to get lost, but fortunately the rational part of your brain shut that down before you could act on it. This man was in a public place. He had just as much a right to be here as you did, regardless of whether you liked it or not. 

Maybe you should leave? No, you've already come all the way out here. You don't want to walk all the way home after just getting here. You'll just have to tolerate this man's presence for today. It's fine. You'll live. 

While walking closer to the pond that the bench sat facing, you can't help but observe the stranger. He's an odd sight, you must admit. For starters, his clothes consist of a loose fitting robe and some sort of purple makeshift tied vest.

His hair was just as unique, consisting of two pigtails that his hair appeared to be exploding out of. Then there was the facial tattoo that you absolutely couldn't ignore. It wasn't anything complex, just a long, thin rectangle running horizontally over his nose. 

Truly an odd sight. 

There was one more thing about him that you couldn't help but latch onto. His eyes. You've seen your share of eyebags in your life, both in the mirror and on others, but his were especially pronounced and so dark in color that you might have mistaken him for having black eyes at a glance. He looked completely and utterly miserable as he stared blankly ahead, seemingly not registering a single thing around him. Including yourself. 

You felt compelled to do something. It wasn't typically in your nature to approach random strangers, but given recent events in your life… you don't think it would hurt to put a little extra kindness into this world. Your gaze drops to the extra melonpan in your hand, and you make a decision. 

“Hey.” Your voice cracks a little, probably from a lack of use, as you call out to the man. 

He reacts to your approach, but just barely. His head only slightly turns, but you can feel his weary gaze now on you. He doesn't say anything, which briefly makes you reconsider your actions, but you stubbornly persist. 

“S-Sorry to bother you, mister. I, um, I couldn't help but notice you looked pretty down.” Still nothing. Was he deaf? You awkwardly jut your hand out, making your offering, “I accidentally bought an extra one of these. I thought you might like to have it.”

The man continued his bout of silence, but now his head was fully turned toward you. The once morose expression had shifted and was now the familiar look of annoyance. Okay, yeah. This was a bad idea. Too late to back out now. 

In an effort to try and salvage this encounter and end it on a somewhat positive note, you very quickly shove the treat into his hands that were resting on his lap. They're cold, but you also feel a weird shock when you touch them, as if he had a buildup of static electricity on him that just zapped you. Would explain the state of his hair, you suppose. 

With your mission accomplished, you quickly retreat from him, giving a quick bow before turning and hurrying over to the edge of the pond.

You find a suitable patch of grass to sit down on and waste no time opening your snack so you can have literally anything to distract you from how awkward that whole interaction was. What were you thinking doing something like that? You should have just been selfish and minded your own business. Now the guy with electro-shock pigtails is going to think that you're the weird one. All you can do is hope that you never bump into him again after this mortifying ordeal. 

Just as you're taking the first bite of your food, you hear the bench creak, signaling that the man is getting up. A sense of relief floods you. You weirded him out so much that he's leaving. Excellent. This is the best possible outcome. 

But then the footsteps start approaching you, and that gives you pause. The pathway is behind you, but it sounds like he's already walked past it and is getting even closer to you. 

This is when it finally dawns on you that you're alone in a secluded part of the park with a strange man that has done nothing but give off bad vibes since you approached him. A pit of dread settles in your stomach as your brain scrambles for what to do. Should you scream? Get up and run for your life while screaming? Throw the melonpan at him while running and screaming?

He encroaches on you more, but all you can do is sit paralyzed on the ground. If you were watching a horror movie with Junpei, this would be the part where both of you would be yelling at the character to do something. Turns out you're no better than a horror movie protagonist. Worse even, because it doesn't look like you're even going to last long enough to be the final girl. 

The man comes to a halt behind you. You could probably touch him if you reached behind your back. You don't even have to look at the reflection in the pond to know that he's staring at you. You can feel it. 

What did he want? What was he going to do? Your body still refuses to move. 

After what felt like an eternity, but was likely only a few seconds, he makes another move. He walks so that he’s standing beside you, then sits down. He’s so close that one of his arms brushes against yours. The contact lacked the same shock that the first had.

“What is this?”

All you can do is stammer at the sudden question, “H-Huh?”

The man holds up the food you’d given him, “What is this thing?”

For a moment, you just stare at him in confusion. How had he never seen melonpan before? You can find them everywhere. You shake your head. It would be best to just answer him. “It’s melonpan. It’s a sweetbun baked with cookie dough on top.” You hazard a glance at him, only to find that he’s staring a hole into you, prompting you to immediately look away and start eating your food to distract yourself from whatever was going on with the weirdo you tried to be nice to.

—

How could this be happening? No, the more important question was how was this possible? Choso is the oldest of nine. This was a fact. His brothers were all he ever knew, all that he had to care for. He knew them, felt them, memorized their names… but he missed one?

The second this girl’s hand touched his, he felt the connection. The undeniable tie that he felt to all of his siblings. It was weaker, but he could never mistake that feeling for anything else. The girl next to him was his sister. But how? 

Unlike with the rest of his brothers, he couldn’t feel their connection until he touched her. Even now, it was difficult to feel your presence. If the connection between him and his brothers were to be manifested into a physical form, it would be a thick wire cable, but the one between him and you would be a strand of webbing. A barely there thin wisp of a connection, but it was there, and now that he knew what to look for, he could tell that it was inseverable. 

One thing that was clear was that you were wholly human, not half cursed spirit. He couldn’t sense anything coming off of you that would indicate you had even a trace amount of cursed spirit in you. You weren’t even a sorcerer from what he could tell. But if you weren’t a death painting womb or a spirit, how could you be his sister? Had you been born around the times him and his siblings were created, you would most certainly be dead by now. He wasn’t an expert on humans, but he knew they lived short lives, typically not even making it to 100. Yet here you are, and appearing to be quite young at that.

His human mother obviously had nothing to do with you, and Kamo Noritoshi should also be deceased. Granted, he’s such an evil bastard that it wouldn’t particularly shock Choso to learn that he found a way to persist despite his human status through sheer force of will and the desire to sow more horrors and chaos. That would be very like him. But no, that was ridiculous. 

Now he was second guessing himself. Were you really his sister, or was this some irrational feeling he was experiencing after the loss of Eso and Kechizu? With him now thinking more clearly after getting over the initial shock, he was seeing a glaring discrepancy: You hadn’t said a single thing indicating that you were his sister. You didn’t even call him big brother.

But you did approach him and performed a kind gesture in his time of need, like a good sibling would. Were you attempting to signal that you knew, or was this a subconscious connection? Or was he simply seeing things that weren’t there because of his own grief? There had to be a way to figure this out.

It hits him. If you were his sister, then surely you must have felt it when two of your brothers died. Regardless of how minute the connection was, something so devastating would be felt. Yes, this should help him clear the air and get to the bottom of this.

Choso clears his throat, then asks his question, “Have you… felt a sense of loss recently?” 

The vague nature of the question was intentional. He didn’t want to lead you to any particular answer, he wanted to see what you would make of this on your own. This was the only way.

His question appeared to have startled you. Your head snaps up, crumbs from the “melonpan” on your face. He has to resist the urge to reach out and wipe them off. You look away and swallow the food in your mouth, and for a moment he thinks that you aren’t going to answer him.

“I… Yeah. I have.” He watches as you pocket the empty wrapper, then draw your knees to your chest and hold them tightly. You stare out pensively at the water with a downcast look on your face. “I feel like I don’t know what to do with myself now that they’re gone. It’s weird how quickly your life can completely change overnight and how I’m just supposed to go on with my life despite the gaping wound left behind in their absence.”

Choso couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You felt it. You felt when Eso and Kechizu died despite having never even met them. The bond was strong enough that you not only noticed when they died, but it was affecting you significantly. 

Oh, his dear baby sister was left to grieve alone all because he didn’t think to look for her. An unforgivable sin that he would spend the rest of his life atoning for, but it’s going to be okay. He’s here now, and he won’t let you suffer alone any longer.

Just as he’s about to bring his grieving kin into his embrace, you stand up abruptly. You dust off your clothing and wipe at your eyes aggressively, “I-I’m sorry. I have to go. Thanks for letting me vent, I guess.” Then you turn and hurry away from him.

What? What were you doing? Why are you running away? Choso leaps up onto his feet and is ready to run after you and ask what he did wrong and what you want him to do, but he stops. He was awfully cold to you when you first approached him; before he felt the connection. Horror strikes him when he thinks back to how close he was to using his curse technique on you for intruding on his solitude. If you hadn’t touched him first, he would have killed you. He would have killed his own blood for doing what he should have been doing.

It all makes sense now. His demeanor, his initial rejection of your kindness hurt you. His precious little sister went through all of the trouble of pursuing a connection you likely didn’t even fully understand, and when you tried to make him feel better in your own human way, you were wounded by how he acted. What a failure. What a disgrace of a brother he is! His brothers would most certainly be disappointed in him if they could see him now.

He has to fix this. The onus is on him to repair the fragile bond he unwittingly damaged. The problem was that he was sorely underprepared to care for a human sibling. Granted, him and his brothers were all half human, but they had existed and lived as curses first and foremost. How did humans comfort each other?

“S-Sorry to bother you, mister. I, um, I couldn't help but notice you looked pretty down. I accidentally bought an extra one of these. I thought you might like to have it.”

Food. It seemed like food was a comfort item to humans. He looks down at the melonpan in his hands, still in its wrapper but now crushed from how tightly he had been holding it. This one was unacceptable. You deserved an unbroken one- No, you deserved many! He has years of absence to make up for, one absolutely won’t cut it. 

—

Ugh, what was wrong with you? Crying in front of a complete stranger like that was humiliating. You can hope that he didn’t notice, but with the way he had been staring at you during that entire interaction, you doubted that was the case.

That whole thing had been so weird. At first that man had seemed so annoyed at your presence, but then he invaded your space to sit uncomfortably close to you and asked that weirdly invasive question. And like, okay, it did feel a little good to finally vocalize your recent struggles, but it was still less than ideal to do so to someone you didn’t even know the name of.

A sigh escapes you as you power walk back home. Maybe you were being a little too harsh. That man was definitely unusual and more than a little off putting, but many would have described Junpei that way. It wasn’t right for you to be so judgemental to someone you didn’t know the struggles of. He was clearly going through something, who were you to admonish him for not being the epitome of a ray of sunshine during it?

Great. Now you felt bad for acting the way you did. It was too late to run back and apologize and offer to be a listening ear to him now. Perhaps you’ll cross paths with him again and can make it up to him then. Or maybe you’ll never see him again and you’ll be able to forget all about this. You’d be happy with either option. 

Your home comes into view, and you break into a light jog to close the distance. The sun had been setting ever since you started to head back, so it was almost dark now. You unlock the front door and slip inside, calling out an “I’m home!” over your shoulder as you slip off your shoes. There was no response. Mom probably had to stay late at work again. All of Nagi’s work had been dumped onto her after her disappearance. 

A series of thuds comes from upstairs, right where your room is. You freeze and strain your ears, but you don’t hear anything else.

“Mom?” There’s a slight tremor of uncertainty to your voice. “Mom, is that you?” No response yet again. You glance down and see that mom’s slippers are right where she left them this morning. She wasn’t home.

Who the fuck is upstairs?

Part of you wants to run the neighbors, but what if this is nothing? What if something just fell over because you closed the front door a little too hard? Yeah. That has to be it. You swallow thickly as you slowly creep up the stairs so as to not make any more unnecessary noise. You haven’t heard anything since those first thuds which did lend some credence to the theory that something had simply fallen over, but you couldn’t shake the fear that someone was there.

Had someone seen you snooping around the Yoshino household? Were they here to shut you up permanently? The door to your room was shut. You press an ear to it and still hear nothing. You take a deep breath, then throw the door open.

The room was empty. No one was here. You let out a sigh of relief, then flick on the light so you can try and find what fell over. Light illuminates the room and draws your eyes immediately to your desk. 

A massive pile of melonpan rests upon it. 

What?

You walk over to the desk, stepping around the packaged snacks that had tumbled onto the floor. There had to be at least fifty of them here, maybe more. You look at the mountain of melonpan with a dumbfounded look on your face. Where did these come from? Your mom liked to get you treats here and there when she could, but it was usually just one thing. Sometimes she’d get you a drink too, but that was it. She never bought this kind of thing to such an excess before.

A light breeze flows through your hair, prompting you to turn around and notice your window is ajar. Someone was in your room. But… But who would break into a teenager's room just to leave an absurd amount of snacks for her? Who would do such a-

Junpei

Memories flash into your mind of Junpei sneaking into your room to bring you snacks and some movies to watch when you were sick. You fall to your knees. He wasn’t dead. Junpei was alive! He was alive and sending you a message letting you know that he was okay!

You launch yourself back up onto your feet and sprint to the window. You throw it open and lean out, frantically looking for your friend. He’s nowhere to be seen, but you don’t let that discourage you. This was definitely his handiwork. He probably just needed to lay low for a while after whatever happened at his home. You’ll have to wait for him to visit you again. Hopefully he’ll do so when you’re actually here next time.

For now, you’ll settle for letting him know that you got the message. You inhale deeply, then yell out into the empty street, “Thank you!” You don’t say his name just in case you’re right about him needing to be discreet, but you’re sure he’ll know that this is meant for him.

The window is shut, and you fall back onto your bed with a genuine smile on your face for the first time since the disappearance. Everything was going to be okay now, you’re sure of it.

[disneyprincemuke]

get this right * aa23

the thought of proposing to you is one that always comes easy to alex, but what he hadn’t expected is how difficult it is to execute it

pairings: alex albon x fem!reader

warnings: literally nOthing just a buNCH OF CUTE SHIT

notes: YALL i’ve been simping for this man for like weeks but in my head, he’s just such a sweetheart that i can’t imagine him in bad situations and nOW I FINALLY GOT IT

also… i’m really liking these multiple scenario fics… if you guys have any suggestions with stuff you want to see, please feel free to send them in here and this has been in my drafts since october oh my gooooood

(f1 masterlist)

“you’re telling me you already bought the ring?” max raises an eyebrow at alex, completely baffled at the story his friend has chosen to bestow upon them.

to the question, alex nods. his head snaps to george, who then asks, “and you’ve had it for almost a month?”

again, the thai nods. “and you have yet to propose?” lando says his piece, just as shocked as the rest of the table is.

alex can only nod, dropping his head in disappointment. in the middle of their circular table sat a red velvet box. inside it is the ring that alex had very carefully picked out with his sisters and mother.

yet the diamond ring sits comfortably in the box instead of your finger. and so does he amongst his friends while he faces the million dollar questions as to why he’s had the ring and has yet to propose to you.

“are you having second thoughts?” charles speaks up, tilting his head and biting his lips in curiosity.

if the answer were to be a ‘yes’, that would be worrisome. considering alex is one of the more romantic people they all know.

“no,” alex finally speak, putting a firm hand down on the table. he meets all of their eyes and feels the judgement. he sighs. “i’m not having second thoughts. i want to marry (y/n) just as much as i said before.”

george lifts his hands up and throws alex a questioning shrug. “so what’s holding you back then?”

“well…” alex chews on the inside of his cheek. he glances down at the box and scrunches up his nose, recounting the numerous times he has tried to get on one knee for you.

“i’m afraid it’s really not that simple.”

-> 20 days ago

alex glances at the door of your shared apartment then his eyes jump to the clock hanging just above your decorative plant. you should be home any minute.

the living room has been decorated beautifully with the help of his sisters. there is a singular heart helium balloon tied down to the bouquet of roses that sits on the kitchen island.

he’s even dressed up in his best suit to greet you a warm welcome home.

he sinks further into his couch, shaking his leg in anticipation. he runs his thumb over the velvet material of the box.

alex hadn’t been planning on proposing to you so soon, if he were to be honest. but he woke up that morning to empty half of the bed, with a note in your handwriting reminding him how much you love him and that breakfast is on the table.

his heart felt so full and he just knew today is the day.

so he got up and called his sisters up. they decorated the house together. with their help, he at least has the slightest idea of what to say to you.

it would be embarrassing if he was stuttering every 5 seconds thinking of what to say to you next.

it was 15 minutes later that he started to get worried about you. you usually get home from work around the same time whenever he’s in town — give or take about 5 minutes.

as if you’d read his mind, his phone lights up with a text notification from you.

my car died. can you pick me up please?

without another question, he is already typing a response to let you know that he will be on the way. he adds on the fact that he will call a tow truck for you after you send him your location.

when he gets there, he sighs in relief that you’re safe. he’d already known you were stuck in the parking lot of a mcdonald’s, but how can he really know when he’s rarely home?

you’re sitting on the trunk of your car, eating some ice cream with your phone propped up a box of nuggets. you’re fully occupied by a video you’ve put on to accompany yourself during the wait.

“my love, why didn’t you sit in the car where the seat’s more comfortable?” alex asks as he opens the car door.

you turn your head and open your mouth with an answer, but immediately close it when he comes into view. your eyes scan him up and down, slowly gulping the remaining ice cream in your mouth.

you point at him with the spoon of your mcflurry. “why are you dressed all fancy? you were gonna go out, love?”

alex freezes. he hadn’t even thought of changing out of his outfit before coming to get you. now he has to scrape his brain for an excuse to throw you off, without sabotaging the relationship whole.

it’s like a lightbulb goes off in his head. you’ll totally buy the excuse. “i was giving my clothes a test run,” he giggles sheepishly, but hesitantly from the daggers you were shooting at him. “wanted to see what fit and what didn’t.”

he can almost envision the gears turning in your head as you process his lie. he sighs again when you turn away to lock your phone.

he’s a very bad liar. for two people who have been together for as long as you’ve been, it’s very easy to spot all his telltales.

he tries his best not to lie to you. today is when he’s exerting every single ounce of his ability to do so.

“my car battery died. i saw a screw lose when i’d checked,” you explain, gently climbing off the back of your car. you waddle over to him, lips puckered up as he bends down to meet your lips. “i’m sorry to trouble you, love. i’m sure you were enjoying your fashion show.”

he chuckles, pulling you in for a quick hug. “anything for you, my love.” he walks over to where you are and opens the mcdonald’s paper bag. “oh, you bought us dinner?”

“you dinner,” you correct him. you lean slightly into him with a loud and frustrated huff with your arms hanging around him loosely. “i’ve had such a long day at work today. it could really be deemed as the worst day; i just want to go home and relax.”

alex scrambles in his mind, thinking of several ways he can deviate you from the house a little longer. he makes a mental note to text his sister to do a quick cleanup before you make your way home.

he simply refuses to propose to you when you’re in a bad mood. he doesn’t think your answer would change depending on how you currently feel, but it just doesn’t feel right.

alex hums, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you. “what do you say we go to our spot up in the hills and chill for a little bit?”

he watches you in anticipation. if you didn’t agree, he really wouldn’t know what to do at all. there are only so many excuses he can make. and there's only so much time before his sisters can get to the apartment and get cleaning.

“hm, okay." you lean into him and squeeze him in your hug. “anywhere with you is relaxing.”

-> 18 days ago

so alex shall try again in the planned department. he is once again in your shared apartment. there is a singular rose this time with dinner on the table. this time, decorated by himself.

he’s practised in the mirror. what he should say. everything he had planned out a few days ago is forgotten as the nerves are slightly different this time.

he doesn't get nervous often, but whenever it comes to you, it's inevitable that it bothers him. when it first happened, it was a confusing feeling that he spent days pondering what exactly it is.

when george smacked his head and told him, he looked down shyly at the ground and nodded.

he got the same feeling when he asked you to be his girlfriend and met your parents.

his chosen seat is a bar stool this time, and he plays some games on his phone to remain calm and collected. though still a little bit distracted.

his attention is split between the phone in his hands and the door. occasionally, the footsteps in the hallway make his heart stop as he looks up and waits for a lock to click. it's never the door he wants to open.

his game is briefly interrupted, his mother's picture flashing on the screen while his phone buzzes. it's not unusual that she's calling, but it is a bit of a shock since she knows he's planning to propose tonight.

he picks up the call, an explanation as to why he hasn't texted at the tip of his tongue.

“i’m sorry, sweetie,” his mother’s panicked voice comes through the phone. “can you please come over? it’s an emergency.”

that’s all he needed to hear before he was darting all over the apartment. he’s popped the balloon, as there was clearly no need for it tonight, the rose is hiding behind a bunch of folded shirts in his drawer and the velvet red box goes back into the deepest pit of his underwear drawer.

this time, he remembers to change out of his clothes. it’s slightly less put together than before, but it was still an effort.

“alex, love?” the sound of the door opening makes him perk up. your voice bounces through the apartment, followed by the pitter-patter of the cats’ nails against the hardwood floor. “are you home?”

he stumbles out of your bedroom, pulling up his sweatpants. “i need to go over to mum’s.”

you stop dead in your tracks, the door still held open and the key in your hands. clearly, you notice his panic in the way he’s barely even greeted you. you raise your eyebrows and step aside, leaving a gap for him to go through the door.

“i can drive you if you want,” you offer him, watching him jog towards the car keys.

he’s shaking, and it’s noticeable from the way he’s struggling to find his wallet. his wallet that is very clearly sitting above the shoerack in the entryway.

you grab it swiftly and say his name. it makes him stop briefly, turning to you as he held up the couch’s cushion, still in search of his wallet.

you lift up the leather item and then show him your car keys. you nudge your head towards the hallway. “come on, i’ll drive.”

-> 10 days ago

third time's the charm, right? right?

alex sits in his chair, hands fixing his collar, then his hair, picking at the menu, and then the lace table cover.

"hey, love," you say from behind him, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead. "i'm sorry i'm late. there was traffic in the parking lot at the office."

"don't worry about it. i just arrived not too long ago." alex gets up to his feet, pulling you in for a tight hug. he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before running over to pull your seat back for you.

you thank him with the squeeze of his arm while you take your seat. you grab the menu and get comfortable in your seat. "have you looked at the menu yet?"

"not yet, i was waiting for you."

he feels like a stalker watching you from across the table. his hand is in his jacket's pocket, rubbing circles over the velvety material once more. when exactly is the right time to ask you?

"how was work?" alex starts, taking the menu into his hands, looking at you shyly as he awaits your response.

"it's alright. nothing out of the ordinary from me," you mutter with a shrug, flashing him a small grin before returning your attention to the menu. "the pasta looks good, don't you think?"

"i saw their salmon dish online - that looked good," alex answers. but he's been on the same page of the menu for a hot minute, his eyes have read the same item so many times that he has its description memorised.

all he can think of is how to transition to popping the question.

"it does look delicious... do you want to share a dessert after too?" you inquire, looking up at him with a huge smile. "i really want the lava cake."

"with vanilla ice cream?"

"of course!"

and you make small talk with him. which almost makes him forget the ring that's in the pocket of his jacket. you talk and he thinks and thinks and tries to find the perfect time to pop the question to you.

until your smile drops and your head angles to the side slightly. your lips part as your eyes move from his, over to the door in pure shock.

"love, what's wrong?" alex follows your moving gaze.

and he also freezes in his seat. it's his ex-girlfriend. the same exact person that you'd mentioned you thought you could never live up to.

all because his mother had slipped up and asked about her over casual conversation over dinner, and because you had noticed that his sisters still kept in constant contact with her.

he watches you, from the corner of his eyes, sink into your seat and drop your head. you press your lips together and give him a small smile. "maybe let's cancel dessert? i'm not very hungry."

-> now

"do you get why it's a little complicated now?" alex groans, throwing his head back. "it's not like i haven't tried."

charles presses his lips together, nodding slightly as he tries to assess the situation for himself. he hasn't proposed to anybody in his life, so what advice does he have to give his friend? "maybe you're overthinking it?"

"yeah," george nods. "maybe you just have to... ask her. just ask her."

"you're aware i'm proposing to her. i'm not just asking some random girl to be my prom date to the dance," alex lays out his situation slowly, scanning his friends' faces carefully.

they're not serious about just asking you without a whole get-up, are they? he never would have asked them if he'd known how minuscule this issue was to them. it's never as simple as just asking you to marry him.

it's an important question.

"actually, i think twiddle dee and twiddle dum have got a point," max smiles, pointing at their two other friends now rolling their eyes. "if it all keeps blowing up in your face when you plan your proposal, maybe you just need to do it when you... get the feeling. you know?"

"no."

"just do it when you're so overwhelmed at the thought of spending the rest of your life with her," george shrugs, taking a sip from his drink. "would help the nerves, and it makes it more genuine."

alex shakes his head. "i don't know. that doesn't make the moment very special, now, does it?"

"just try it, and then let me know."

-> 5 days later

"love!" your excited voice fills the house, prompting alex to lift his head from the armrest of the couch.

he'd been home all day, claiming a rest day from the gym and other press commitments before he had to do it all over again this weekend for another race.

"yes, love?" alex smiles, opening his arms, watching you walk out of the kitchen and excitedly walk over to him. "what's got you so preppy?"

"love, i was outside coming home from work, and i saw the cutest little snail right outside the apartment building," you giggle, dropping your bag by the foot of the couch. you drop yourself into his arms, adjusting yourself to fit the small space that the couch provides you. "i took a picture, look!"

"you took a picture of a snail?"

"yes!" you nod. "its shell looked so beautiful. and i even moved it to the side so that nobody could step on it unknowingly. just so sad when that happens to them."

and then he knows. it hits him, then and there, while you were rambling on about how beautiful this snail's shell is, that this is the moment. this is the moment that max was talking about.

he props his head up with his hand, nodding as you zoom into the picture you'd taken.

"we should get married," alex blurts, unable to hold himself back. the ring is not even with him - it's somewhere in the back of his closet. but it doesn't even seem like a necessary accessory for him at the moment.

"what?" you tilt your head, slowly dropping your hand into your lap. you sit up and look down at him. "alex, what did you say?"

"i have the ring and everything. hold on." alex scrambles to get off his seat, but you shake your head and put a hand over his chest. you pull him back into the couch, maintaining his position next to you with a puzzled stare.

"did you just say what i thought you just said?"

"yes. and i've been trying to propose to you all month," alex sighs, "something always goes wrong: your car broke down, my mum called, then we saw my ex in the restaurant. i tried setting it up, and of course, i ask you when i don't have the ring with me."

he's flailing his arms in the air as he explains his troubles to you, ultimately throwing his hands towards the direction of your bedroom before he slumps his shoulders and looks at you. "i wanted it to be a picture-perfect moment. i wanted it to be everything you dreamt about growing up. remember?"

"so i heard you right? you're asking me to marry you?" you can barely hide the smile growing on your face, eyes tearing up as you grab his hands. "i don't care about the ring. you're asking me to marry you?"

"do you still want to? i couldn't even propose to you right."

"of course, i want to marry you," you giggle, throwing your arms around him. you pepper his cheek with kisses, alex hesitantly wrapping his arms around your waist as he leans back onto the couch. "i love you, alex. you just had to ask me the question. i don't care how, where or when you'd say it."

"obviously, i didn't know that until now," alex laughs. he buries his face into your hair, making a mental note to thank max next weekend for the helpful tip.

[sunnydayjackass]

So, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. (You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.) But how would Jack react to us not wanting to celebrate our birthdays? Again you don’t have to do this, it’s just out of curiosity if anything.

Initially, Jack is really confused why you don't celebrate your birthday. Absolutely baffled, he views your birthday as a monumentous occasion- you were born into this world, beautiful, beautiful you. You're his entire world, you're the most important person to him, you're what matters most. While you should be celebrated regularly, Jack would want to pull out all the stops he possibly could to make your birthday a special occasion. Sacred even.

But to you, it's just another day on the calendar. Just another fucking Tuesday. You don't take the day off, you don't make plans or treat yourself to anything in particular. Honestly - you'd forget it all together if you could if not for getting a handful of texts from Shaun and other friends. The former knows you- keeps it simple with a "Happy Bday from me and Moonpie". Ian is probably a little bit more despite knowing but you opt not to even validate his message with a read receipt.

Would like to think that the conversation comes up somewhat organically. Jack figures out your birthday one way or another, and simply asks what you want to do, what you would like, he's got ideas- sure but he wants this absolutely, perfectly, tailor made to you.

"Your birthday is next week, Sunshine!"

"Hm? Oh, yeah...I guess so."

Your unenthusiastic reply has Jack's brow furrowing, smile unwavering, but it's clear that wasn't the response he had been anticipated.

"Well, what would you like to do? We've gotta celebrate!"

"...Nah, never really been my thing. I'd rather not."

The ever bright smile falters, there's apparent confusion, concern, Jack's brain is working into overdrive trying to figure out if this is a joke, hell if it's even a test for him to do something for you on his own but...that isn't like you at all.

"But...birthdays are special. You're special, Sunshine...I wanna celebrate you." Jack worries that something is the matter, he won't outright pry and you can tell looking up from your book that he's far more concerned about this than you've ever been.

"To some people, sure. I've just never been into celebrating my birthday honestly. For a couple of reasons. But like... I'm fine, it's fine. I'd just rather not." You reply gently, and you can see clear as day it's a little difficult for Jack to wrap his head around what should be a simple concept. Ultimately what it boils down to is that you don't want to and that should be enough for him. All Jack wants is for you to be content and happy, if that means not celebrating, he'll earnestly try.

Maybe you don't tell him, eager as he is to know, he won't press but it's something that'll stick with him.

Maybe you do. Be it you've never had a good birthday, family issues, trauma, ect. Or maybe it's just that you don't see the significance of it the way others do. It's just a day, it isn't worth the fuss. Jack will listen intently and approach it from a place of empathy and sincerity.

However, Jack still can't help himself, but he knows you. You don't wake up to streamers all over the place or balloons, there's none of that obnoxious birthday song playing, you wake up like another day on your birthday. But there's the smell of coffee/tea/your favorite morning drink being made from the kitchen and something sweet. Jack makes you either a solitary little cupcake or a stack of pancakes with a candle stuck up top the middle with a sheepish little look on his face and pink marring his cheeks.

"I cant...not celebrate you, Sunshine." He replies. He's not so overt as he'd like to be but it's just something small and simple with a little handmade card on the table. Just something to show you how much he absolutely adores you. While he would love to shower you with attention and affection to make the day special, he does his best to try and reel it in though he still offers a massage in the evening, offering to make your favorite dinner or meal, ect. Things he still does regularly that he thinks he can do all the same just today especially.

All Jack does, he does for you, Sunshine.

[yanderederee]

TummyAche

a/n: tummy ache girlies unite; Hiragi is here to save the day lol. Please love him with me♡

ct: reader is straightforward and dorky♡

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The day began as it would any other for Hiragi Toma. As always, he went about his morning, paroling the attentively. Aa uneventful as it was, the cool morning air and lull of pedestrian idle commotion served to tire the delinquent more than usual. So, en route back to school, he decided to stop by the vending machine for a quick black coffee.

However, hidden just beyond the vending machines broad stature, he noticed a human figure huddled over. He easily could have missed it had he not been so close. Cautiously, Hiragi toed in closer.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, folding down to one knee to reach your current height. You gasped, not expecting for another person’s presence. “Sorry.” He quickly apologized.

You shook your head, groaning quietly. “You’re fine… my stomach just… really hurts…”

Hiragi nodded understandably. “Well, luckily for you,” he hummed, pulling out his tried and true Gas-kun 10. “I happen to have stomach medicine on me. Here, it’s chewable.” He offered you one of the small pills.

Awkarddky, you felt embarrassed having to admit, “I don’t like the powdery taste a chewable pill leaves behind…” Hiragi chuckled, and stood to his full height.

“Can’t blame ya there. Hang tight,” He examined the contents of the vending machine, quickly spotting a green tea option. That would probably be best for a stomach ache, right? After purchasing both of your drinks, he squatted back beside you, handing you the tea and medicine.

Quickly, you took both ingestibles’. After taking one, two, three, four large gulps of the offered tea, you released the can with a quiet ‘haaaaah’.

Though it may not have been your preferred drink of choice, it was rather good. “Do you just… always carry stomach medicine?” You asked, finally taking a good look at the kind bystander.

Hiragi laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… I get stomach aches pretty often, so it’s pretty much essential.” You giggled at his reply. “That’s unexpected.”

Together, you shared a few more words, a few more giggles. Until eventually, you could tell his attention was beginning to drift, as though he needed to be elsewhere soon.

“Say, what’s your name?” You asked, finally feeling well enough to stand.

“Hiragi Toma, 3rd year at Furin high school. Nice to meet you.”

You smiled at his introduction. He was kind, and easy to talk to. By the looks of him, in his tight leather pants and the dangerous aura radiating off of him, you were pleasantly surprised. Tall, respectful and thoughtful— and by your standards, very hot… just your type.

“Say… I hope this doesn’t come off strong but… can I… have your contact information?” You asked nervously.

Hiragi became baffled, eyes wide in disbelief. No one’s ever asked for his contact information so quickly upon meeting him. Sure, he thought you were cute; the way you laughed made his heart skip a little, and the way he felt so calm with your presence had made him let his guard down.

…But it wouldn’t be a bad thing to become closer to you…

“S…sure… is my number fine?”

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Days after your aforementioned meeting of one another, Hiragi found himself becoming more and more infatuated with you. For some reason, any free thought that wasn’t taken up by Bofurin, Umemiya, or his unpunctual juniors— had become filled with little thoughts about you.

Wondering if you got stomach aches often as well. Were you eating well? Hopefully. Maybe he’d ought to ask you himself, given how frequently you would text him. Perhaps he should find the frequency of your initiated chats bothersome, but it was quite the opposite; he instead felt giddy with every time his phone would vibrate, eager for a chance to duck out to check your message away from prying eyes umemiya.

Like now, he realized from a familiar buzzing. Peeking over to make sure his underclassmen were all distracted with other things, he quickly stepped off behind a corner, pulling out his phone to read your name.

Y/n: class is so boring… I can’t keep my eyes open (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ what are u doing ???

Hiragi♡: that’s not good. how about you try paying attention.

Y/n: so rude!!’ and u didn’t ansr my ??? !

Hiragi♡: im helping my friend out with gardening

Y/n: GARDENING‽?‽?!(๑･̑◡･̑๑) lol what a surprise!! i didn’t know u had a green thumb!!!!

Hiragi♡: i dont. i just water them whenever hes too busy

Y/n: interstng

Hiragi♡: you should probably put your phone away in class

Y/n: just got busted!!_:(´ཀ`」 ∠): ttyl

What the hell did ttyl stand for? Hiragi chucked audibly, rereading over the conversation a few times, heart feeling full. You were much more of a dork than you first let on, but in an endearing way…

Soon, he began feeling the oncoming presence of his curious juniors approaching. Quickly, he pocketed the devise, and joined back up with them.

⎯⎯⎯✦

A few days after that, your texts became less frequent. Hiragi was becoming increasingly irritable as the pattern spanned for the fifth day. You texted him maybe once a day, if only to say good morning, but hadn’t continued with your usual banters and chatter.

Had he done something wrong? He tried reasoning what it could be. Were you bored of him? It was possible… damnit! What should he do… Let it go? You weren’t inclined to message him after all…

But still, something was eating at him… he didn’t want you to stop. Hiragi looked forward to your daily rants and gripes. Just reading your messages was enough to make him break out in a smile. He was even becoming less careful in hiding your existence— Umemiya almost caught him once…

After toiling on it for too long, he decided the best thing to do would be to own up to it… soon. Maybe he would start with messaging you first.

Hiragi♡？: morning. are you at still in school?

Y/n: yahh..

Hiragi♡？: sounds rough. what time do you get out?

Y/n: two hours(@_@)

Hiragi♡？: do you want to grab a bite to eat after? i have a free meal coupon for ashitaba that i need to use.

Even while in class, you were notorious for answering his messages with lightning speed. Yet, after his latest text, all messages from you halted for an entire hour.

Did he come off too strong? Shit. He wasn’t used to this type of thing, maybe he should take it back before you decided to stop talking to him altogether.

An hour and a half passes, before hes sprung back into life with a new text.

Y/n: I’ve never eaten as ashitaba before. Id like to try it though

Was that a yes? Should he take it as a yes? Unsure, he scanned the message a few times.

“Oooohhh~ does our ‘ragi have a daaate?~” a sudden teasing voice cooed into his ear. “GODDAMNIT!” Hiragi screamed unexpectedly, instinctively throwing a punch into the white haired boy’s face.

Undeterred, Umemiya laughed. “Hohoho~ so it’s true! Hiragi’s got giiiiirlfriend~” Annoyed, Hiragi clicked his tongue. “We aren’t dating!” He snapped back. Umemiya audibly ‘oop’ed, covering his mouth in mild surprise. “An ex..?” “NEITHER!”

…

“So, you weren’t sure about her feelings, so you asked her out to eat to find out?” Umemiya asked, after Hiragi begrudgingly responded to his pestering to tell him everything there was to know about you.

Hiragi shrugged. “I… guess. It just felt like they were putting distance between us and i guess i just… didn’t want that to happen.”

Umemiya nodded along. “So you like them, right?” This question earned a grunt to leave Hiragi’s chest. “Who knows.” He huffed, standing up to leave the conversation.

“Good luuuck! Charm the pants off ‘er, so i can meet her next time!!”

…

Just by your school gate, Hiragi waited, scrolling on his phone.

Hiragi♡？: im outside ur school. spot me by the gate.

Y/n: YOURE HERE????????? (=ↀΩↀ=)

Seeing no reason to reply further, since you’d be seeing him in person before long, he smiled at the cute emoji you sent, and looked around.

Everyone. Was staring at him.

“I-is that a Furin uniform? Scary!!”

“Let’s walk the other way…”

“What’s he here for? Is he looking for a fight?”

“Should i call the police?”

Shit. It wasn’t exactly common knowledge for neighboring schools to know how the image of Furin has changed over the years. To the outside eye, Furin was still a good for nothing delinquent school who fought anyone and everyone. Maybe meeting you at school was a bad idea.

“Hii~ra~giii~” chimed a cheerful voice, breaking out against the harsh whispers around him. A particular group of girls stared the two of you down with wide, shocked eyes. Based on where you were skipping from and their placement, they looked to be your friends. “Ready?”

Hiragi looked a little uneasy, glancing between you and your very suspicious friends, all gathered and whispering with one another. “Uh… yeah.” He mumbled, looking away.

Side by side, the two of you walked to the restaurant he’d mentioned, all while your chipper chatter filled the silence. Talking about anything, asking him questions, leaving room for breathing space as to not overwhelm the conversation too badly.

You had just a weird way of making him feel… at ease. He thought he didn’t much care for carefree individuals who couldn’t mind their business. That’s how it was with Umemiya at least; but your comforting presence did something to ease any aggression lurking inside him.

Coming up on the restaurant, he pulled open the door expectedly for you. You gave a quiet thanks before entering. “Welcome i—“ the older man called in greeting, only to cut himself off when he was met with an unfamiliar face accompanying one of his most regular customers.

Baffled, the older man starred at you in gaping awe. There was no way in hell Hiragi was bringing someone as fine as you on a date here of all places.

“Quit it with the crazy eyes old man, table for two, please.” Hiragi spoke up after closing the door. While the old man was still taken by shock, he did his best to welcome the two of you in with open arms. Quickly, the two of you were seated, and met with hardy conversation with the cook.

“Well you’ve got to forgive me, but this is just about the most unexpected thing! The Bofurin boys come in here all the time, but it’s unusual for them to bring guests like this! Here, try this to start off! I got a few other things frying up right now, it’ll be ready in just’a sec.”

“That’s so kind of you..! I can’t wait to try it! But before that… Bofurin boys? Like, Furin high school, right?” You seemed to be puzzling little things together. You’ve been in town before, of course, but the only thing readily known about Furin was its notorious reputation; and how it had only in recent years began to change.

“You dont know Bofurin? Oh boy! They’re just about the most helpful bunch o’guys around! Can’t tell ya the number of times Toma here has unloaded a full truck for me on delivery day!” The old man hollered with laughter, slapping Hiragi on the back hard.

After putting in your respective orders, Hiragi sighed in embarrassment. “Sorry if he’s over the top. He means well.“

“No way!” You waved off his apology with a happy grin. “I’m even more interested now. Tell me about Bofurin! The locals seem to know you as a hero or something. Only had four random people call out to you asking if you needed anything. What’s that about?”

And so, Hiragi began unwinding the ever telling story of Furin’s history, how it came to be, and who they were now. The story took you by storm; your eyes glued to him as you watched the dangerous looking boy go on about how it’s important to help the people in his community, subconsciously smiling to himself.

Hiragi was compassionate. Perhaps a little harsh spoken and rough looking, but soft in the ways it counted.

“So cool,” you whispered to yourself, thinking only of the boy in front of you in that moment. “Huh? Yeah, i guess we try acting cool for everyone’s sake.” He chuckled back, earning a hot wave of embarrassment to flow over you. You weren’t about to correct him.

The food was great, full of flavor and home cooked goodness. “This is amazing sir!!” You yelled from your table, comfortable in doing so thanks to being the only three people in the eatery. “Don’t tell him that, it’ll go straight to his head.” Hiragi chuckled again. “My head is a respectable size thank you very much. Here, try these too Y/n!”

Finally after having been stuffed full of food, and sent out with more leftovers than you could carry alone, you were elated.

“Thanks for taking me out today, Hiragi! It was awful kind of Mr Ashitaba to tab our meals!”

Hiragi smiled, proud of his community for showing you such hospitality. “This is pretty normal honestly. I’ll make sure to pay him back next time though.”

Sharing amongst yourself a few more lines of conversation, Hiragi’s thoughts began drifting back to your lukewarm messages lately. Should he bring it up, or just leave it be? Would it be overstepping to insinuate any necessity to your conversations?

“Hiiragi? You there?” You asked, waving a hand in front of his face inquisitively. “Huh? Oh, yeah.” He cleared his throat.

You looked at him for a moment, as if reading his mind. “You can ask whatever it is you’re thinking. I have an answer.” You smiled knowingly.

Maybe you were sharper than he took you for. Finally, he exhaled. “It’s fine, honestly. I’m not upset or anything. I was… just curious. How do i even say it…” he grumbled, unable to find the words he meant. “Why my messages have been so dry recently?” You asked.

Slowly, he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know it’s not really my place to ask that. We only just met, so it’s not like there’s any obligation or anything.” He cleared the gnawing feeling setting into the conversation, hopeful you remained understanding.

“Honestly… I was worried about bothering you, at first.” You answered. “I didn’t want to annoy you, so I tried holding back just texting you every little thing that crossed my mind… but then, after a day or two, I began feeling like, maybe you weren’t really that interested in me.” You looked away bashful.

“So I asked my school friends what I should do, and they said I shouldn’t message you at all… that if-if you were I-interested in me.. than you would show it… So… ”

Hiragi stopped walking, frozen in place. ‘Interested’, like in a relationship, right? Was he? He probably was, almost positively was. But with the way you were talking… is that something you wanted too?

“Sorry, I guess that kinda sounds like I was testing you… that was wrong of me, wasn’t it?” You looked down.

Hiragi’s heart was beating out of his chest.

“That’s fine,” he spoke calmly, slowly walking to close the distance separating you. He stood close, squeezing the bag straps of leftovers in his opposite hand. “Because of that, I realized how much I really like talking to you. I missed talking to you. And I know now that I want to keep that.” Hiragi slowly raised his free hand, careful in the way he gently brushed a loose strand of hair from your face.

“It’s new, but I think I like you.” He admitted boldly, locking eyes with you. Your face immediately ran hot, surely flush with embarrassment. Hiragi smiled at your cute reaction, and rested his palm on your warm cheek.

You wanted to reply, speak what was on your mind as you usually would… but you felt stunned, having Hiragi so close. You could smell the notes of musk from his cologne, feel the leather material of his jacket, and hear the soft exhales he released in nervous tension.

He made no movements, simply shifting his gaze from looking you in the eyes, to your lips, to examine your face, all to catch you off guard again with such intense eye contact.

He never did really get a good look at you the first time you met. Most of your interactions since then have been over the phone. Now that he could really pay attention to you, and put details to the face he kept imagining for the last few weeks.

Hiragi thought you were beautiful.

“Hiragi…” you would only manage a whisper, hearts racing in mutual tandem.

You gulped, and finally smiled, laying a hand on the back of his own. It was rough, his knuckles were dry and cracked, yet the texture felt comforting as you circled your finger tips over them. “I think I really like you too.”

It was so simple, so little words, that meant so much. He broke out in an uncontrollable smile, shark teeth on full display as his eyes squinted shut. Hiragi surely wasn’t looking for anything like this, a relationship. But he would be damned if he gave you up because of some half assed reason like that.

“I want to take you out again sometime. Soon. How does that sound?”

“Tomorrow?!”

“Well… I might have some free time. Have anywhere in mind?”

“Oh yeah! There’s this movie I’ve been really looking forward to,”

As you went on about planning your next date, Hiragi felt elated basking in your radiance; listening to you talk on about your movie interests, and answering when you asked him about his own opinions. All while helplessly reciprocating the hold on each others hand.

Even when you made it home, your energy felt palpable. Yet, you looked sad. “How will I know you made it home safe?”

He chuckled, patting your head. “I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Can I call you instead?” You asked.

“Sure,” his heart swelled at your borderline clingy nature. With these feelings being so new, he welcomed it. “See you tomorrow.”

Hiragi began to turn, but instinctively, you reached a hand out to grab his shirt. He paused, eyeing you curiously. It was too soon to admit you wanted to kiss him, right? But he seemed to like your straightforwardness, especially when it was tinged in shyness. And with how nervous you were, that’s exactly what you were.

“Can… I call you Toma?” You asked.

He smiled again. “Only if I can return the favor-“

“Absolutely! Please do.” You grinned so wide, grip tightening around his shirt. “Okay then,” you lifted yourself on your tip toes, pulling slightly on the materiel of his shirt, instinctively causing him to bend his knees ever so slightly at your will.

And quickly, you lay a firmly affectionate kiss on the side of his lips, not sure if it was more of his cheek. It was rushed, after all. Embarrassed but satisfied, you pulled back, practically fuming hot air from your ears. “W-well! G-good night Toma! Make it home safe!!” You yelled, quickly rushing for the door and slamming it shut.

Dumbstruck, Hiragi Toma remained on your doorstep, mouth gaping wide open, red as a damn apple. How the hell were you just going to run away from him like that? How was he supposed to react to that? WHAT THE HELL??

With no other way to release this sudden influx of deep emotions, he released a loud closed mouth scream into the palms of his hands. Quick to not make more of a fool of himself, he ran from the scene of the almost murder(his own murder); beet red and heart pounding unbelievably hard.

[anathemaspeaks]

pas de deux

character(s): toji fushiguro synopsis: [ˌpɑː də ˈdəː] a dance for two people, typically a man and a woman. word count: 1k warning(s): none (so much fluff i promise it's worth the read) a/n: i'm SO down bad for him HELP

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toji was not a romantic. the very idea made him scoff. the thought of getting soaked in the rain to meet someone was just absurd. what idiot would voluntarily fall sick for something as irrelevant as that. it baffled him, truly.

…

until he found himself standing at your door at four in the morning.

drenched to the bone, a strong arm raised to knock at your door. it took three tries, and you finally opened the door, hair tousled, eyes wide, and mouth agape.

you immediately ushered him inside, fretting over him. you gave him one of your largest hoodies (which still clung to his frame like a compression shirt), and a pair of loose shorts. you turned up the heater and gave him a blanket, forcing him to relax while you handed him a cup of hot coffee.

"toji, what are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be asleep?" you inquired, worry etched onto your beautiful face and surprise evident in your voice.

"ya ain't getting rid of me that easy, doll" he replied while smirking, clearly trying to underplay his current state. he was still shivering from the cold, his wet hair clinging to his forehead.

you sat next to him on the sofa, moving closer and snaking your arms around his muscular torso, your warmth seeping into his cold body. you leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his jaw before snuggling closer, nestling into his broad chest.

he couldn't say he wasn't loving the attention, but that wasn't what he came here for.

you both were texting when you'd confessed that you weren't getting any sleep, and you were really stressed out as of late. you also revealed that the last time you had a comfortable sleep was with toji.

that was a whole week ago.

after that, he said he was going to sleep, ending the conversation with a 'goodnight doll, love ya.' you smiled at your phone before closing the message app, opting to scroll through instagram to keep your restless mind occupied - sleep was out of the question.

but of course toji was worried about his girl.

the concern gnawed at him. he couldn't stand the thought of you so helpless and distressed.

of course he couldn't - especially now that he knew he could help. he would rather die than see you in any kind of pain. and that's how he found himself soaked in the pouring rain, with only one goal in mind: to help you.

and now here he was, in your home, his strong arms finally wrapped around you.

"baby, i'm not complaining, but how come you're here?" you spoke, voice muffled because your face was squished against his body.

"y'said you only got sleep 'round me" he stated, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. your heart lurched at his words. he ran for ten minutes through a rainstorm...all for your sleep?

"toji, i-…thank you" you choked, getting emotional. the night did that to you sometimes. but you just loved him so much. toji sensed it and let out a chuckle, the sound reverberating in your chest.

you could listen to that dumb laugh forever.

"you're getting soft, old man" you teased, a playful smile on your face. you didn't have that much of an age gap, but you never passed up the chance to bring it up.

he tutted. "y'want me to stay or not, brat?"

you giggled at his tone, burrowing deeper in the comfort of his presence, letting out a content sigh. from over his shoulder, you could see the sky clearing up, the rain slowly stopping. you saw it getting lighter, soft, golden rays striking toji's dangerously gorgeous face.

you looked at his lips, a content smile gracing his features, scar only emphasizing his already perfect looks. you trailed up to his eyes, warm, and filled with so much love and devotion it took your breath away. you could drown in them.

he couldn't stop staring at you, not when you looked this angelic. it was like the sunlight formed a literal halo over you - he was convinced you couldn't be real.

he looked into your eyes. the gears in your head were turning - he could see it.

"toji..."

"yeah, pretty girl?" he smiled, one that was so radiant it could put even the most magnificent sunrise to shame. your breath caught in your throat. he was so pretty.

...

"dance with me" you sighed, already pushing yourself up.

"it's 5 a.m., babe" he chuckled softly at your antics. you were always up to something.

"and? dance with me!" you demanded, taking both of his large hands into your own, trying to pull him up (and failing, miserably).

but he could never resist you. he wouldn't. you were his world. all you had to was ask, and toji would do it in a heartbeat. so he got up, buff arms enveloping you into his warmth once more.

"mmph- toji, needa play the music!" you said, voice obscured by his chest.

"we don't need music to dance, doll"

and so you stayed in his arms, his body gently rocking yours, moving to a beat only the both of you could hear. occasionally, he'd twirl you around, dipping you down to kiss you right after, just so he could hear your sweet laughs.

you don't know how long both of you danced for. you don't remember it, but you fell asleep in that very position - in his arms, while standing. you didn't even realize how exhausted you were.

you woke up in the comfort of your bed, still trapped in his arms, light snores escaping him. he must've carried you here. he was definitely going to fall sick, but honestly? he couldn't bring himself to care.

he might catch a cold, but in that moment, all that mattered was the gentle rise and fall of your chest, and the content smile gracing your gorgeous features.

toji was not a romantic. but for you, he would get soaked in the rain a million times. for you, he would do anything to put a smile on your stunning face. for you, he would do anything.

i love him i love him i love him i love him

[nickeverdeen]

heya! can i request a HC for umbrella academy?

where five has a crush on reader but shes an airhead and doesnt figure it out, BUT, allison and viktor know so one day they catch five staring at reader and they point it out which leads to five getting embarrassed and looking away hella fast- idk where im going with this.... pretty much loverboy five with a crush on airhead reader 😭

thank u, stay hydrated!!

Hope you’ll like it! Please tell me if I wrote something wrong as I’m not really sure how an airheads usually act. Anyways I tried my best and I hope you’ll like it, love you 🫶💚

Five = blue text

Allison = pink text

Viktor = purple text

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Five Hargreeves crushing on an airhead fem!reader

When Five first started interacting with you he started warming up towards you pretty quickly

You became friends or well… that’s what you considered him as he prefered to keep it as allies

Obviously that didn’t work

You on the other hand were just really glad that you got a friend

Despite his logical thinking, Five can’t help but be intrigued by your carefree and whimsical nature

It’s like small a mystery even he can’t solve

Five, being used to dealing with complex problems, is often baffled by the your scattered thoughts and blindness towards people who were trying to flirt with you

That is also one of the things he kidna also likes about you

It is pretty amusing to him

Five, in his own peculiar way, becomes protective of you

Yet you brush it off thinking it’s just him being protective towards you like towards his family

Being an airhead means that you also have an insight of some things

So when Five notices he starts to appreciate the unique perspective you bring to the team/family

Five, used to precision sometimes gets frustrated by the your forgetfulness and blindness

However, he can’t stay mad for long when you flash an innocent smile or do something adorably clumsy

Slowly Five secretly goes out of his way to make your life a bit easier

Like leaving helpful notes or subtly manipulating time to prevent minor mishaps

Five’s siblings were truly confused by his newfound interest, especially considering yours and his differences

Especially Allison and Viktor

They couldn’t put a finger on what he sees in the airhead considering he’s usually cold towards people like that but they were secretly amused by it

Klaus of course started teasing him about it

Five made sure not to snap at someome whenever you were around which made it better for Klaus

Despite the differences, there was a silent understanding between Five and you

Sometimes he even takes you to travel in time even if it would be only a few minutes

Mostly so he could hold your hand

He is much nicer towards you than towards others

Which leads Allison to talk to Viktor about this

A small speculations between the two siblings start

Seeing Five’s behaivor towards you made them believe that he may like you more than a friend

Viktor being Viktor had some doubts

Five stole a few glances at you during breakfeast when he was sitting across from you who is talking to Klaus

Your smile and carefree behaivor even in the morning is adorable

Viktor’s doubts are washed away when he and Allison catch Five staring at you

They decide to confort him about it silently so you wouldn’t notice

“You know if you’ll take a picture of her you can stare at it longer”

Five, caught off guard, quickly looks away, attempting to hide his embarrassment

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about”

Five, ever the stoic and composed one, quickly denies having any interest in the airhead

He brushes off their teasing, insisting that he was merely lost in thought

Allison since that day is the one teasing him about it while Viktor is the supportive one

He has been there with Sissy-

They make lighthearted jokes, causing Five to squirm uncomfortably as he continues to deny any romantic interest towards you

At which he fails terribly

Five, feeling the pressure, resorts to awkward deflections and changing the topic

To for example mission-related matters or starts analyzing some concepts, attempting to get rid of the attention from his personal life

The more you hang out with him the harder it is for him to hide his feelings

I mean you’re amazing

Despite his hiding, Five continues to steal glances at you, unable to completely hide his feelings

Of course Allison and Viktor exchange amused glances, silently acknowledging the obvious

It was driving Five crazy

Allison and Viktor, still determined to get Five to admit his crush, offer playful advice on expressing his feelings

They suggest subtle gestures or dropping hints, causing Five to groan in exasperation

“Come on Five, I’ve been there you just have to come clean”

“I am not in love with her!”

Despite the denial and embarrassment, there are moments when Five can’t help but smile when thinking about the airhead

Your smile, adorable behaivor, those eyes, that carefree and funny personality…

Shit, he has to confess before any other guy will do it

Five has Viktor’s and Allison’s support, he knows he’ll have to do it

Inside he feels like the 13 year old boy he looks like

Ready to confess his feelings towards you he fixes his tie and goes into the kitchen where you are…

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✨And the rest is up to your imagination✨

[pathetickuroo]

fukutora hcs bc theyre funny

- fukunaga shohei #1 lover of badddd bad bad bad movies. terrible films. not good. we're talking sharknado snakes on a plane willys wonderland velocipastor that one thanksgiving slasher film that i cant remember the name of rn (dont think abt the mechanics of it being a thanksgiving movie too hard). generally not a movie enjoyer i think but most certainly clocking in for shit that is Not Good

- tora is baffled every time but definitely not opposed to it (this guy loves cuddling on the couch i think he hits the fake yawn arm around shoulders maneuver like. regularlyyyy and fukunaga doesnt even pretend to think its silly anymore)

- "shohei this movie doesnt even make any sense" "🤷"

- tora the hugger from behind of All Time he is finding any possible excuse. "u look cold" or "makin up for lost time" or "i have practice in an hour plsss plssssss just let me have this PLSSSSSSS" (he uses that one in particular a lot) (fukunaga wouldnt have said no in the first place) (he thinks its cute so he doesnt say anything abt it)

- repressed-as-hell hs tora did not quiteee know what to do w whatever tf he had goin on so he didnt get the guts (ha) to say anything until a couple years after graduation (which he then said over text bc yokohama -> tokyo = long distance)

- fukunaga conveys thoughts in as few words as possible (which is fucking awesome btw if fukunaga has no fans it means ive died) BUT in order to preserve the meaning it sometimes takes a second to respond

- tora did Not have a good time attempting to navigate this when he was trying to confess

- bro immediately started freaking out to yaku "DUDE WHY DID I DO THAT THAT WAS SO STUPID" "omfg its fukunaga give him a second. impatient ass" "I THINK IM DYING" "jfc"

- meanwhile in tokyo fukunaga was staring at "i rly like u dude" trying to figure out if tora meant like (homie) or like (w/gay intent)

- fukunaga only ever calls tora by his full government given name when he is Displeased. tora used the pan he needed for dinner tn so now he has to wash it? taketora. tora rearranges his living room w no warning? taketora. doesnt even say it in a mean/angry tone or anything j matter of fact as all hell. honestly i think if fukunaga was ever genuinely angry abt smth hell would probably freeze over

- tora does get extremely pouty abt it tho. "shoheiii what did i do :(" "the pan" ".......OH FUC—"

- when tora first moved to yokohama he got a cat bc of course he did he graduated from nekoma. tf else was he supposed to do, get a dog? (maybe in the future)

- very very fluffy very cute very sweet tuxedo girl. her name is "destroyer" (yes really) he calls her badass on the reg and she is sooo cuddly w him. fukunaga finds all of this extremely funny

- in fact when fukunaga starts visiting suddenly destroyer doesnt gaf abt tora anymore. worse than pain of death in his opinion it is So Not Fair. first thing fukunaga does after he meets the cat is send a pic to the old nekoma gc "top 10 cats that like me more than they like their owners" tora throws a pillow at him "i RAISED her from a BABY" "did u rly" ".....NO BUT IT AINT RIGHT"

- after theyve been together a few months toras thinkin abt how fukunaga used to Never Talk Ever and he makes a joke "ha i guess i learned how to speak BODY language am i right. right shohei. thats funny right"

- fukunaga calls him taketora for a week. tora retires that joke permanently and they never speak of it again

- tora morning person fukunaga not-exactly-a-night-owl-but-doesnt-love-being-awake-at-5:30 person. one time fukunagas in yokohama for the weekend he wakes up at 6 annoyed as hell (tora got up at 5 and left for a run) bc wtf his pillow literally got up and walked away. falls back asleep wakes up again at 10 tora made not only coffee but pancakes too AND heated them up for him hes immediately like ok nvm this is fine actually no complaints (<- still gets annoyed when his human teddy bear ditches him)

- TORA BABE SAYER. hey babe thanks babe i missed u babe. but it took him foreverrrrrr (forever) to get comfortable actually saying it instead of thinkin inside so there was also (and still is) a lot of dude (romantic) bro (romantic) man (romantic).

- fukunaga doesnt like saying pet names or anything (but to be fair does he like saying ANYTHING most of the time) but does not mind being called them at all (that's a lie he thinks it's awesome and so so so sweet but when tora asks if it's okay he says he doesn't mind)

[creedslove]

POOL PARTY ☀️

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Even though you're sick, you still went to Pedro's pool party - which you discovered was made only for you, you don't feel well, but you can't disappoint him by not taking a swim with him

Warnings: fluff with no plot, just fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst and sexual tension, but again, fluff

A/N: this is silly and lame and definitely not the kind of story I usually love writing but I am sick and I need comfort so someone bring me pedro pascal over here so I can hug the hell outta him and tell him how precious he really is

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You spent the whole morning thinking of a way you could say no to Pedro.

From the moment you woke up and felt your throat itchy at first, only to feel it burning and finally going completely sore in the symptoms of inflammation you were already so used to, to the sneezes that annoyed you every couple of minutes and the overall feeling you had just been hit by a truck made it pretty clear it was not the ideal day for a pool party.

You cursed yourself, the weather, your life, everything. Out of all the days in your life, why did you have to get sick exactly the day Pedro had invited you - and begged you to show up to a pool party?

You and Pedro were… complicated.

You were friends, like, real good friends at first. And then you became a couple, but you two decided being a couple wouldn't work. You hated the exposure he had, it wasn't his fault of course, but it baffled you how he handled going out for a coffee, for lunch, or simply walking down the street and being photographed and filmed all the time. You just didn't like the feeling you would have to watch your back every time so you could have a tiny bit of privacy. No holding hands, no kissing, just walking around like two acquaintances, either that or having your photo all over gossip websites, comments bombarding it all the time calling you and Pedro horrible things, fans claiming to being jealous and hating you for dating him, as he was supposed to be theirs and no one else's. It was too much.

On Pedro's part, it was hard to balance a relationship with his working schedule, he worked hard and that meant he was most of the time unavailable, unless you traveled with him to where he was shooting, which was impossible because you had your own life, your own job and as much as you would've become a trophy wife for him and only Pedro, you guys never got to this point.

The affection, the attraction and the spark was still there, so even after you broke up, you decided to be friends again.

But maybe, just maybe, you hugged too much, cuddled too much and kissed too much as friends.

And that was why most of his co-stars hated you.

Pedro always tried to be as discreet as possible, he never admitted bluntly though you never directly asked, you didn't have to, you knew him enough for that. He was a flirty little shit, he was handsome and sexy and they were always gorgeous. It was obvious he very often had affairs with them. And if he was in a near enough location and asked you to visit him, or if you bumped into each other at a restaurant or even if you went to a dinner party at his home and they happened to be there, they immediately hated you.

Not because of you though, you always acted nicely to anyone and it would be no exception to them, but you wouldn't kiss their ass just because they were famous either.

Of course you would keep your distance from Pedro if they were around. You wouldn't hug him as much or hold his hand but there was something there and neither of you could control it.

It was always exchanged glances, or inside jokes, it was obvious to everybody but the two of you, you were just two stubborn idiots in love.

You hadn't seen each other in over a month, he was all over the country working, shooting, attending events and you were on you well-deserved vacation, so when he finally went back home, he'd texted you about the pool party he was hosting.

Pedro knew you loved pool parties and you had spent countless hours swimming in his, so he was just so excited to have you over, he forgot to mention a small detail: you were his only guest.

You were also so eager to see him, you missed that man dearly and you thought he would be in Cannes enjoying the high life but when he told you he was back home you couldn't control your excitement. If it were up to you, you would've gone straight to his house or welcomed him at yours, it didn't matter, just to see each other. But the weekly appointments you had got the best of you and you forced yourself to wait for the weekend.

And then you woke up with a cold and you wanted to cry in frustration and sadness.

You could just not show up, but that was really not an option, and you could also tell him you were too sick to go, the only thing you'd have to face would be his puppy brown eyes looking at you as if you'd shattered his heart, and you didn't want that.

So you grabbed all the cold meds you had at home, took them in one dose, packed yourself a bag with your clothes and drove to his house. You figured Pedro would be distracted enough with his guests and he wouldn't mind if you just chilled on his couch, maybe watched something on TV and had some snacks before heading home, plus he would understand if you didn't dip yourself in the pool. Besides, if by any chance any co-star of his were there, he would probably pay much more attention to them in their tiny bikini than you anyways.

So when you arrived there and realized you were the only one, you thought you were too early or maybe you'd misread the invitation and screwed up the dates?

But there he was, Pedro in just his shorts and shirt, with a wide smile welcoming you to his place.

Your heart skipped a beat, he was so handsome and though he knew the effect he had on women - and men, and everybody really, you felt your heartache to know he didn't acknowledge how painfully handsome he was. He didn't see himself the way you did, and it was a shame because you saw him like the best thing that happened to you.

You couldn't help but smile back at him, grabbing your things and exiting the car.

He waited for you with his arms open, because Pedro didn't do formal greetings, he did hugs, and you loved it.

You flew to his arms and squealed as he wrapped his strong ones around your body, lifting you up softly and twirling you.

You giggled as he put you down and watched you. He really watched you. Taking his time observing you, as if you hadn't seen each other in years, when in reality it had been what? A month? Six weeks?

Still, you were so happy to be next to him you almost forgot about your cold. Almost, but eventually, you felt another sting on your throat and groaned frustrated, which made Pedro frown.

"I almost didn't make it, Pedro… I woke up like that" you said and pouted. He knew how much you hated getting sick. Not that anyone liked it, but you hated it, you often got so angry and cranky you couldn't even describe. You even avoided people when you were sick, as you didn't want to take down on them, but you could that to Pedro, you never avoided him and you were never rude to him.

He cupped his cheek and gave you such sweet lovely eyes.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, querida… you look a little pale, do you wanna lie down?" You chuckled how he offered you to lie down but didn't ask if you wanted to leave, because you knew there was no way he would let you leave.

You shook your head and entwined your fingers "it's alright, but I don't think I'll swim today" you smiled at him and looked around, looking for other cars, but there was only yours and Pedro's there. "Where's everybody?"

Pedro scratched the back of his neck and chuckled "well, you're the only one I invited…"

"Pedro, you do know the meaning of the word party, right? If it's just me, then why did you say there was a party?"

"Well, it is a party for my favorite girl…" he said adorably and you just couldn't resist him.

"Oh cariño" the nickname always brought a blush to his cheeks "if I weren't sick I would be kissing the shit outta you!" You laughed and walked inside with him.

Pedro's arm was tight wrapped around your waist as you eyed the pool and turned to him "you decorated the pool!!! You didn't have to do that!"

"Yes I did because it was supposed to be a pool party! I just didn't know you would be too sick to get inside" Pedro unconsciously stared at you with his puppy eyes and it made you feel guilty.

It was a very hot day, you were already sick, what could go wrong? It wouldn't get worse than that, would it?

So you sighed and smiled at him "fine, I guess I can't get sicker than this, so I'll get changed, will you wait for me to get inside?"

He nodded excitedly and grabbed himself a beer.

You ran to the bathroom, already familiar with his place and opened your bag, seeing the two options you brought: a bikini or a swimsuit. You went for the bikini, it usually made you shy to wear it among many people, but there was only you and Pedro there and well, since you'd seen each other naked many times, it wouldn't be a big deal.

You quickly changed and walked outside with your sunblock as Pedro had certainly forgotten his.

He was sat by the edge of the pool, feet dipped into water and wearing only his trunks.

You stood still and watched his body, he was looking so fine. He always did, but ever since he started the preparation for his new movie he got even more attractive.

You reminded yourself you were there to enjoy your friend's company and not lust after him.

You joined him and smiled "hey there handsome" you winked and coughed a little, feeling shy to be sick like that and got some sunblock on your hand, spreading it over his shoulder "you need to take care of your skin, handsome" you said sweetly and leaned in, which Pedro corresponded but frowned as you pecked his forehead instead.

He groaned softly and took some sunblock into his own hands and did the same on your back, mirroring your moves as you felt his big hands over your skin. And his hands were pretty big, almost as big as his…

You stopped yourself there and saw he was staring "maybe you should get this top off, you know, so you can get sunbathed properly" he suggested and you rolled your eyes.

Suddenly Pedro hugged you as tight as he could and threw himself into the water, dragging you with him as his weight caused you to fall.

He was so boyish you couldn't help yourself but laugh, seeing him swim towards you and wrap his arms again around your figure, pulling you closer.

Pedro was flirting with you as much as you flirted with him and though you shouldn't keep on doing that, you couldn't resist him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your back to the edge of the pool so he could sustain your weight with no trouble. He laughed softly "I missed you a lot, princesa" he whispered and kissed your neck, making you groan, taking your hands to his cute wet hair and giggling.

"Fuck Pedro, don't tease me" you asked and saw him looking at you, he was admiring you and leaned towards you, but you quickly moved your head away, avoiding his lips and received disappointed eyes.

Your heart clenched, you didn't like seeing him like that, you would never refuse him, but you didn't want to kiss him, you were sick and he would get sick.

Pedro, on the other hand, felt disappointed. You'd been distant from him, you wouldn't kiss him and in his mind you had probably met someone better than him, even if your legs were wrapped around his body, sometimes it was so hard for him to believe you liked him.

His gripped around your body loosen and he sighed, letting go of you and looking down "sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" he said in a low tone but your hands quickly held his head in place.

"No honey, it's just that I am sick, if you kiss me you'll get sick too, and it's gonna be a problem for you when you go to work again" you tried to reason him and saw how his eyes softened.

His hand cupped your cheek and he swam closer again, one arm around your waist and ready to kiss you…

When you started coughing and couldn't stop.

You quickly turned away, your body shook as you were positive you had a fever now. You thought you couldn't get worse than you already were, but guess what, you were wrong.

"Shit, baby girl, come here" Pedro said, as he had managed to get off the pool and held a towel, helping you climb up the steps and wrapped it around your body.

"You take a warm shower and you'll lie in bed, got it princesa?" You nodded, shivering and walked back to his room.

You didn't take long in the shower, though the warm water felt really good as it poured down your body.

You managed to put your clothes back on after drying yourself and smiled as Pedro waited for you.

He made sure to get you comfortable in your bed and joined you. His arms were wrapped around your body and no matter if you told him many times he should stay away so you'd get him sick, he still refused it.

He held you close and rubbed your back up and down, making sure you were covered and warm.

"I know you don't wanna kiss me, but I was wondering if we could maybe go on a date, like a proper one, what do you say?" He asked with a small blush spread across his cheeks and you couldn't believe how sweet Pedro was, and for a second, you wanted to be selfish and kiss him as deep as you could, even if it meant he'd get sick later.

So you did it.

If he got sick, you'd take care of him, like he was taking care of you.

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A/N: idk I am just sick and I want Pedro to take care of me 😭

[meyhew]

interlude; aaron is trying to study, andrew is being annoying (pt1, pt2)

Cool air blows in from the open window at Aaron’s back. He counts to ten in his head before slowly closing his textbook instead of hurling it at the wall like he wants to. He’s been here for the better part of an hour. Nothing is sticking in his brain and it’s not for a lack of trying; he remembers information just as easily Andrew does. It’s the rhythmic clicking of two pens that’s been distracting him for almost as long as he’s been sitting here.

“Can you stop,” he says without looking over his shoulder at where his brother is sitting.

Andrew is perched on the windowsill like he has a habit of doing in his own room. Now he’s doing it in Aaron and Matt’s. Last time Aaron glanced at him, there were three lit cigarettes placed in a triangle in front of him, their smoke wafting out the window. In Andrew’s lap was a closed textbook.

“I am not doing anything,” comes the bored response.

“You’re pissing me off. Stop clicking.”

“My bad,” says Andrew.

A moment later, the clicking pens start tapping against the windowpane.

Aaron inhales deeply.

Ever since the surgery, ever since he randomly stopped smoking, Andrew has been insufferable—hence him sitting in Aaron’s room instead of his own. He hardly says anything, that much hasn’t changed, but he has intentionally started doing stupid shit he knows gets under people’s skin. Aaron has tried being patient, but his virtues only extend so far.

He turns around on the couch to look at Andrew, who is staring at the burned-out cigarettes like they hold all the world’s mysteries.

Despite his better judgment, he asks, “Did Neil kill Grayson Johnson?”

Andrew stills. It’s an eternity before he faces Aaron and that too-calm expression on his face is answer enough. Even if no one else can, Aaron finds it easy to read the surprise in his brother’s features. One of the only good things about sharing a face.

“Grayson killed himself,” Andrew says.

“And Seth choked on his own vomit. Why did Neil visit Jean the same night Grayson died—the same night Grayson beat the shit out of Jean?”

Andrew blinks at him slowly. “I don’t remember telling you Neil visited Jean.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Aaron holds back a smug grin. He’s not going to implicate Katelyn. He’s not going to tell Andrew that Neil and Jean went to a restaurant with another man and got Thai food, or that the two of them were approached by someone else, or that the waitress was Katelyn’s friend who texted Katelyn to tell her Neil Josten was at her restaurant. Katelyn told Aaron the next morning, thinking it was a random happenstance. Even Aaron didn’t think anything of it—Neil is fucking weird and his interest in Jean is just as baffling—until news broke that Grayson Johnson died that same night.

Andrew throws a pen across the room with impressive aim. Aaron dodges it neatly.

“Better for everyone involved if you mind your own business,” he says.

Aaron shrugs. “Stop being annoying and let me study then.”

The clicking doesn’t pick up again and Aaron knows his brother is retracing every conversion he’s had in the last few months. Where he might have slipped. It’s amusing enough to lift Aaron’s spirits, knowing he’ll never figure it out unless Aaron or Katelyn tell him and neither will.

The window shuts. Heavy footsteps as Andrew crosses the room and tosses cigarette butts at Aaron on his way out.

“Don’t blow an ulcer,” Aaron calls after him.

Andrew sticks him a middle finger without stopping.

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(there is one, maybe two parts left that make me sick just to think about so i thought something silly would be a nice break. ao3 link here)

[cloudcountry]

TOKYO DEBUNKER GHOUL SELF INSERT!!!!

i got frostheim on a personality quiz nd all of a sudden theres a new auburn parallel universe. @twstchatterbox helped me brainstorm again :3 (picrew i used)

"you value success, you're self-confident and relentless in the pursuit of your goals"

frostheim auburn / mortkranken auburn / casual ghoul!auburn (i'm realizing i just inverted their color schemes with the school uniform nd casual outfit oops)

Name: Auburn

Pronouns: She/They

Species: Human (Ghoul)

House: Frostheim (wants to transfer SO bad, ends of transferring to Mortkranken in her second year.)

Year: 1st Year

Occupation: Inspector

Birthday: April 3rd.

Height: 174 centimeters

Dominant Hand: Right.

Hobbies: Writing stories.

Animal: Turtle

Pet Peeves: Other people being messy / filthy.

Talents: Untying knots.

Favorite Food: Any kind of cheesecake.

Least Favorite Food: Onions.

Likes: Puzzles, working.

Dislikes: Unreliable people.

Stigma Details: SOLLAS -- Any hope she has, she can pour into someone else. Target has to maintain physical contact with her in order to receive hope. She can control how much hope she gives to one person, but after she’s run out, she hits a major depressive slump. Hope does not have to be given to her by other people, it can be from something as simple as a bird or a good meal. Anything that makes her happy gives her power that she can give to others. Auburn cannot channel her own hope into herself. She can only give what hope she has.

Pact Details: Because of her horrid mental health in her younger years, Auburn made a pact with a demon and asked for a way to regain her will to live, and to make sure nobody she loves ever experiences what she's going through. Because of her lofty wish, her stigma acts as only a power up to those around her, and will always work in her detriment.

Aubritsu Lore: In this AU, they meet at the entrance ceremony. Since Ritsu wanted to get into Frostheim, he is baffled by Auburn’s reaction to getting into the house he wanted. He talks to her afterwards, viewing her as a potential client after seeing her gripe about her assignment (and after admonishing her for her behavior.)

She originally wants nothing to do with him, especially after he treated her like an unreasonable idiot, but he was persistent. Once a client, always a client! Ritsu began making a behavioral chart for her and even explained the transfer process to her, but she brushed him off time and time again. It took him defending her from nasty Frostheim rumors for her to give him a chance and believe that maybe he wasn’t so bad once you get to know him.

Once she accepts Ritsu, he begins to help her out. She’s tactical enough not to ask for his help specifically, but rather, she will say something she knows is wrong and have him correct it for her, free of charge (she’s not paying him SHIT.) He insists on accompanying her during all of her house visits, even if the ones at Vagastrom, Sinostra, and Mortkranken all go south for various reasons.

Once Auburn finally decides on transferring to Mortkranken her second year, they go out to celebrate. She thinks back on all the time they spent together and realizes that she really likes Ritsu. She’d like to get to know him better, despite his horrible first impression. Risking a good chunk of her hope, Auburn asks him if she can continue seeing him after this, but not as a client. As a friend.

Ritsu accepts, but not without explaining his texting rates for morning, afternoon, and nighttime hours. She brushes this off with a  “Friends don’t charge friends, Ritsu. We just do things for each other because we like spending time with each other.” And it gets him thinking, at least.