#to put it bluntly heheh

[thebramblewood]

Seance postmortem with a side of emotional support weed.

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Micah: Really, Naomi?

Naomi: What? That was a lot to process.

Micah: [sighs blearily] I guess you’re right.

Naomi: That demon of hers was a Reaper. She didn’t understand what was happening to her family — still doesn’t, even now. She’s been terrified all this time, and her fear keeps her tethered here. Puts some things into perspective about how serious this job is, that’s all. Now, do you want a hit off this thing or what?

Micah: Naomi, I don’t think-

Naomi: Go on. I promise I won’t tell anyone and ruin your squeaky clean reputation.

Micah: Is this how you hold it? [coughs violently]

Naomi: God, you really are a square.

Micah: Shit, Grandma! It’s not what it looks like. We-

Cassie: Oh, please. Do you girls really think I’m a stranger to imbibing? I hope there’s enough left for me. [winces] Naomi, dear, we need to get you some better fertilizer if you insist on growing your own strain. The quality is horrifying, to put it bluntly.

[ssahotchnerr]

girl i am BEGGING you to write a hotch story with his beard and reader doesnt know he has it because he never told her and when he comes back shes more in love with him!!! you can take it any direction you want

off guard

hehehe 🤭 cw; fem!reader, established relationship, heavy suggestiveness, fluff and bearded aaron 😵‍💫<3

after what felt like forever, came the long awaited knock on the door.

"finally." you breathed out as you threw the door open, immediately tucking yourself into aaron's chest and wrapping your arms around his middle.

the longer he was in your hold, the more you tightened your arms - as if you would blink and he'd be right back in pakistan, miles and miles away from you yet again.

it was late, or early depending on how you looked at it. the moment you received the message aaron was back in the states - prematurely and under urgent circumstances - you had insisted the second he had wrapped up, no matter the time, to come directly and strictly to your apartment.

lucky for you, he had already planned on doing so regardless.

"god i missed you." aaron sighed out in relief just as much as you, the empty void in his heart filling at last, making him feel whole again.

he had spent countless nights fantasizing of you being in his arms, the feeling near and distant simultaneously, as if he could reach out and grasp it. for the first month overseas, he had difficulty sleeping even, so used to sleeping beside you - the familiar weight of you laid on him, matching his breathing to yours, or the fact you were simply near.

the longing for you had been torturous. and at last here you were, right where you belonged.

"i almost can't believe it," you mumbled into his t-shirt, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "five months was too long. too, too long."

you loosened your hold, just enough to peer up at him, just now getting a look at him. however, you found yourself taken aback, any eased, impending cries halting at once.

it was your aaron - your loving, wonderful aaron - staring back at you, but it didn't look like him.

his hair was longer, his body a bit more lean, but the major difference; a beard graced his face.

you've seen aaron with some stubble - not shaving during a weekend off, or his occasional five-o-clock shadow. but that was the result of a mere few days. this was months in the making, and it wasn't unwelcome in the slightest.

endless words could describe the sight before you, but your mind and mouth had run both dry. it was hot, to put it bluntly.

"jack hates it too." aaron admitted as his hands fell to your waist - not daring to part contact, mistaking your hesitancy for dislike. "i was going to shave it, but you did say to come right over-"

"hey- no." you blurted out, blinking up at him. "who said i hated it?"

his eyebrows furrowed, surprised. "you don't?"

"absolutely not," you insisted, looking almost offended at the proposition. you touched his cheek, feeling the coarse hair under your soft fingertips and igniting something deep within you. "quite the opposite, actually."

"really?" a pleased smirk formed on his face, his eyes darkly intrigued and amused.

"just when i thought you couldn't get more attractive." you smirked right back, toying with his shirt. "trust me, i like it more than you know."

aaron's fingers dug into your hips, backing you into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind with his foot.

"please tell me you have tomorrow off, because you won't be stepping outside this apartment if i can help it." you pleaded, your voice coming out as an eager whine.

"well, the team is to be evaluated by the senate committee, hearing date pending. so for the foreseeable future," aaron bit down on his bottom lip lightly, his eyes locked on yours. "i'm all yours."

"good. mainly because i missed you, but that," you eyed his beard again, a heavy breath escaping you. the ends of your lips quirked up into a mischievous smile, and aaron's lips found yours hungrily. as he frantically continued to back you towards the direction of your bedroom, you mumbled into his lips. "we can have fun with that."

[ztarvokwrites]

How the Monster Trio propose to you

a/n: HI SURPRISE I'M TURNING THESE HEADCANONS INTO A SERIES :3 literally loved writing the last batch of headcanons bc they were so cute so i decided to turn it into a little headcanon series <3 you're welcome! ALSO I LEARNT HOW TO DO GRADIENT TEXT HEHEHE

read part 1 here >> How the Cross Guild propose to you (+ Galdino)

not nsfw! only pure fluff and silliness up ahead!

enjoy and don't forget to reblog if you like it!

Monkey D. Luffy

If you think Luffy is capable of proposing in a nice, romantic way — then you're wrong.

He has no clue what he's doing but he's just gonna roll with it.

Begs Asks Nami to find a ring in one of her treasure boxes, to which she reluctantly agrees upon hearing his reasoning.

Literally proposes to you the same day, in the middle of a fight with some rookie pirates.

Just straight up grabs you and pulls you to him, protecting you as he asks the question and shoves the ring in your hand.

"Hey, wanna get married?"

You're stunned for a moment at his sheer audacity to propose like that during a battle, but the seriousness on his face gave you the impression that he wasn't kidding.

With a simple nod, you put the ring on your finger and continued fighting beside him.

The rest of the crew looked on, dumbfounded at the scene in front of them as Luffy sent the last pirate flying before turning to you and giving you the biggest, sloppiest kiss ever — dipping you in his arms for extra effect.

Brook was the only one to clap enthusiastically, followed by a very hesitant Jinbei.

Party celebration? Yep.

Roronoa Zoro

Again, if you think he's going to propose in a romantic way, you're wrong.

Laziest mf when it comes to proposing.

Gets lost when looking for a ring for you on the island you're currently docked at, returns with said ring like five hours later.

Pops the question in the middle of dinner, making Sanji choke on his food.

"Y/N, will you marry me?"

Just so bluntly asks it that you have to do a double-take as Sanji regains himself and yells at him.

"WHAT THE HELL, MOSSHEAD! YOU CAN'T JUST ASK THAT IN THE MIDDLE OF DINNER-"

"I'd love to, Zo." You put the ring on after Zoro slides it across the table.

Sanji is gobsmacked before letting out a shrill, "WHAT THE FUC-"

Zoro lets you watch him work out and also lets you bathe with him as a treat :)

Definitely litters your skin in love-bites though so be careful of what you wear because I feel like Nami and Robin will tease the shit out of you lmao.

Vinsmoke Sanji

By far the most romantic on the ship, right next to Robin and Jinbei.

After the crew has dinner, he takes you out to the lawn on the ship and makes you your favourite dessert, having Jinbei make sure that Luffy doesn't try stealing any of it.

Sets down a blanket and everything and just watches you with adoration in his eyes as you eat and talk your heart out.

He's quick to conversate, nodding along with what you're saying and chiming in from time to time.

As you two are cuddling together on the blanket, he suddenly gets on one knee in front of you and presents the ring with a soft smile on his face.

"We've been together for a while now and every day with you feels like a dream. I could go on and on with how much I love you, but we'd be here for years if I did," Sanji chuckles, making you giggle in return as tears prick your eyes, making him freeze up in concern. "O-Oh no, are you okay? I didn't say anything wrong, did I? Please don't cry-"

You shut him up by kissing him square on the lips, knocking him over onto is back.

He looked at you with hearts in his eyes as you pulled away, taking the ring with a flustered smile and slipping it onto your finger.

Que him fawning over you for a month straight, kissing you any chance he can get and annoying most of your crewmates.

Luffy and Brook find it hilarious while Robin finds it sweet, though.

starnote: my cough is getting better! i'm not hacking up a storm at night anymore, now i'm only coughing a teeny tiny bit :P

creds to @/saradika for the star divider!

[natsglorifiedsimp]

Snacks? And...

A/n: HI HI!!! BECAUSE IM HAPPY AND I FEEL VERY GOOD I DECIDED TO WRITE A FIC BECAUSE WHY NOT HEHE

If anyone wants to talk to me just slide through my dms hehehe :))

When you got recruited by Nick Fury and got introduced to the team they were– uhm let's say confused but also scared.

You looked like an ice-cold bitch but also baby-faced. It's like someone trapped a bitch faced woman inside a woman with such a baby young-like feature.

They described you as a mean girl in a typical high school movie but with a face of a cartoon playing on Disney that every child repeats.

But they wouldn't deny you were cute and also pretty. You have strong features just like Nat and when you smile you looked like a soft baby giggling.

But they wouldn't mess with you. You talk like a bitch and have no filter.

One night Tony was making fun of the smudge on your face that you didn't know existed. He commented that it looked like someone stepped on your face. And you replied that he looked like that every day and you didn't mention a thing.

He never messed with you after that.

But when they got the news that you and Nat were dating. They were all happy and supportive.

Sam even said "The scariest couple on earth."

You weren't that bad. You were friendly in a way that it's comfortable for everyone. The teasing and bickering was always there but they loved you.

You were adorable when you smiled or cackled at someone tripping. You find all things funny even when Tony makes a face.

Nat didn't know that you had that side since you guys dated. She didn't know how carefree and clumsy you were. And the more she got to know you the more she fell hard.

"Honey?" Nat groggily said.

You slowly turned your head at her direction. "Uhm.. Yeah?"

"What are you doing?" Nat smirked.

You were laying on your stomach one hand with a single chip about to be eaten and the other is clutching on a plushie she bought for your birthday. And there was a bag of chips opened right beside you and a phone that is depending on the pillow where it's leaning.

"Eating?" you sheepishly said. "Annddd watching greys anatomy?" you grinned guiltily.

"I'm sorry," you said. "Did I wake you?" you pouted. "I'm sorry, I'll put back the chips and go to sleep"

‘Oh my god she's mad at me’ you thought. You slowly got up trying not to disturb her anymore.

"Honey, it's okay," Nat assured. "You didn't wake me" she slowly eased the crease between your eyebrows with her fingers.

"You're not mad?" you asked.

"Why would I be?" she chuckled. "You sneaking snacks here and eating them while watching Grey's Anatomy? Why would I be mad huh?" she teased.

"I woke you up" you pouted guiltily.

She rolled her eyes playfully, "I told you, you didn't" she booped your nose.

"Okay," you grinned eating the forgotten chip on your fingers. "You want some?" you offered.

"Sur—"

"Oops, that was the last one" you pointed to your mouth. "Hehe," you shyly smiled.

"Then," she puckered her lips for a kiss.

"Ew, Nat nooo" you whined. "I'm greasy"

"I don't care"

"Bu—"

Before you could say anything she kissed you without warning. You squeak in shock. She withdraw the kiss with a lick on her lips and smirked teasingly at you.

"Yuck Nat, you're gross" you rolled your eyes.

"Ugh, I'm offended." she feigned hurt. "Come on, we'll clean up and go back to sleep."

"Who said I'm done watching my show?" you raised your eyebrow.

"Me," she raised her eyebrow back.

"Who said you have an opinion?" you squinted.

"Who said you can sneak snacks?" she retorted.

"Fuck you" you grumbled grabbing the empty bag of chips.

Nat chuckled in victory.

You guys cleaned up for a couple of minutes before settling in bed. Natasha deliberately cuddled your side.

"Who said you can cuddle?" you said. Natasha chuckled. "You just won't let me win, huh?" she giggled.

"Yes." you bluntly said.

"Alright Alright," she surrendered. "You win, now can we go to sleep?"

"Mhm," you hummed happily.

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A/n: a bit short and sloppy but hehe I'm sorry :))

[purplelordstudios]

a little fun

Pt1 here

Pt2, TW//mild language

The four enter the courtyard and and loan behold there’s already three others there, 035 recognizes all of them. “Why do I gotta be the step stool? You’re the tallest!” Rubedo complains as odious stands on his shoulders, “well I’m not as sturdy as you are, now hold still before he falls.” Albedo sighs and makes sure odious doesn’t fall off.

“Great, looks like the three geniuses beat us to the courtyard.” 035 crosses his arms as purple and 106 fight over whatever bone is left from the arm. 173 hides behind 035, not recognizing who the new three are. “Who are they? You know em?” 106 speech is muffled as he fights for the bone from purple, “yeah, I know em. Larry, purple, these are my brothers and sister.” 035 sighs rolling his eyes dramatically.

Purple drops the bone and slowly walks over to them, rubedo is immediately freaked out, “KEEP THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!” As rubedo freaks out, odious falls and lands flat on his back, knocking the wind right out of him. Albedo helps odious stand up, “I said to hold still! Now look!” Odious coughs and wheezes.

“He’ll be fine, it’s not like he’ll break something from that height anyway.” 035 stands there doing the iconic “dad pose”, arms crossed, and hips forward into a lean. Albedo rolls her eyes and walks over to 035, “well brother, I’d say it’s a pleasure to see you again but I don’t want to go around spreading lies and false hope.” “Yeah, good to see ya too.” 035 retorts.

“What are you three even doing out here?” 035 leans over to look behind albedo, “escaping!” Odious announces as if it was obvious. 106 walks past albedo and over to odious, “who’s the runt?” 106 bluntly states, “I am not a runt! I’m just small!” Odious tries to square up with 106 and rubedo picks him up by the scruff of his shirt, “okay, let’s not get cocky. Hehehe ‘cock’.” Rubedo chuckles to himself like a child and 035 snorts a little. “Heheh, yeah, ‘cock’.” “You are all idiots, oh my hanged king.” Albedo rubs her face in pure agony at her brother’s idiocy.

“PUT ME DOWN ALREADY!” Odious flails around and rubedo sets him down, “alright alright, geez relax” Rubedo sighs and leans against the chain link fence. “And how are you guys even gonna leave once you’re past the fence? You think they just have this clear as day weak spot in this clearly high security facility?” 035 makes dramatic hand gestures to get his point across. “Look at you, using those big fancy words.” Albedo huffs crossing her arms “yeah, I know.” 035 laughs softly.

106 watches from a distance, 173 shows up with a rope and purple on the other end of it like a fish on a hook. “Hah.” 106 laughs “hey dyo, look at this. 173 caught something!” 106 points his thumb to purple, 035 wheezes hard, “hah! Nice! Wait lemme try!” 035 marches over to hold up purple like 173 did. Only problem, 035 is definitely not as tall as 173 so he struggles.

Once set down, purple goes back to having some tug of war with 106.

[lavendernlilac]

We got a taste for g's Big Trauma but what ab scar?

👀👀👀 I was hoping someone would ask hehehe

it’s mentioned SUPER briefly at the start of the fic but scar’s got a Lot of complexities with the demon realm and his fellow demons 👀

scar is… well. hated by other demons around him, to put it bluntly. they think he’s too squishy feely, too soft. he likes humans, is curious about them — whereas most demons only see humans as food or playthings. scar’s views and beliefs about the world create a big distance between himself and other demons

as a result, scar is very alone. he has cub, but outside of that it’s just him. he has no real genuine relationships before he meets grian. he kind of sees the worst of everything the world has to offer him?

and most relationships that he does keep are, well, contacts. demons or humans involved with the arcane who he’s done things for in exchange for favors. he’s got people who have made deals with him. but those are all so. superficial

it becomes very ingrained in scar that demons can’t be trusted. that they’d do whatever it takes to get or do something for their own benefit. demons are selfish and cruel, and maybe he’s been on the receiving end of that (those scars had to have come from somewhere, after all). they lie and cheat and don’t just help out of the kindness of their heart

he starts believing that the only way to get help is well. by lying. by making a deal. a bribe. and he doesn’t really trust all that easily (so then it makes everything scary… just how quickly he trusted grian. how quickly he grew to care for him) (maybe it’s because he was desperate for someone to love him. to accept him. maybe it’s because he so badly wanted for someone to look at him and see more than what he’s Supposed to be)

and maybe scar isn’t as at peace with not being human as he thought :’)

[allenvooreef]

AUTHENTICITY and SOCIAL INTELLIGENCE for Raiden (thank you for giving us the good stuff hehehe)

OH HELLO STRANGER prepare for an essay

AUTHENTICITY– What are sub- and unconscious things that make them who they are? Who can they be themselves with, and who do they wear a mask for? What kinds of social roles do they perform?  

What a question to ask of the man with all the masks...! As previously stated, Raiden is currently going through a kind of identity crisis where he's unsure which parts of himself were a performance and which parts are genuine. Subconsciously, though, there have been plenty of moments where the 'real' him peeked through - especially in the presence of Annori, Kevin and Ara. He realizes this at least in part; it's what made him stop running. Deep down, Raiden longs for connection with the people around him. Not the kind he's surrounded himself with these past years, the fleeting joys of being a footnote in the stories of countless strangers, but the lasting kind. It's why he absent-mindedly fidgets with his mother's ring when he's stressed. It's why he's felt compelled to do nice things for his friends, to care for them in ways that stretch beyond the present moment, even if he's done so in secret. Like sending that letter to help Annori track down her mom - that's not a logical thing to do at all for the 'i'm-only-here-for-the-money' persona he was trying to portray. But it's exactly what a lonely young man would do who desperately wants to keep his loved ones from going through the things he's been through. Making the fact that that letter sort of back-fired all the more scary - it hit much closer to home than he probably realized! Bluntly said, the parts of him that are real are the parts of himself he sees reflected in his friends. And his desire to help them with their struggles is, in that sense, subconsciously also an effort to heal his own inner child.

The masks he wore were usually meant to be forgettable, easily blending into the background. He put himself in the position of a facilitator, a conduit, the gentlest push in the right (or wrong) direction. Always meant as a juxtaposition to others, he only was to get them to be a certain way. That means that those moments where his friends look beyond the surface and really see him, and try to know him, it takes a conscious effort to not deflect that. He doesn't know how to be in that kind of spotlight in a genuine way. He's getting to know himself through those moments as much as his friends are.

SOCIAL INTELLIGENCE– Do they experience emotional empathy (innate ability to feel emotions for other people’s feelings, i.e. happiness at success, grief at loss, etc), or cognitive empathy (may not feel grief but has a logical understanding that loss is painful, may not feel happy but has an innate understanding that someone’s success is a celebrated thing)? Are they aware of their own emotions and reactions? How well are they able to manage their emotions?

Managing his emotions is something he's relied on for years now, and something he's gotten a little too good at. Raiden lives mostly in his mind, and approaches feelings by analyzing and rationalizing them rather than feeling them. Cognitive empathy definitely matches that mindset. Which is useful when you've relied for a long time on eliciting certain emotions from people in order to get something you want. Emotional manipulation would be a lot harder when you're actually feeling the hurt you're causing. He's definitely a lot less heartless than he believes himself to be, however - something he's learning only now that he isn't moving around all the time. Staying in one place, with the same people, for too long it's not as easy as it used to be to shake off all those feelings he's been catching. If he stops running for long enough, perhaps something will take root and dig into all those emotions he's been trying so hard not to have to feel for all these years.

[mareenavee]

An Illusion of Competence

Hehehe. SURPRISE! Happy early birthday, @kookaburra1701! Chaos weekend here, and I channeled that energy into a chaos thief Orc, Luzrah gro-Shar. She's amazing, and I love her. Thank you for the brainwyrm! She didn't even have a tag, you know lol that's how much of a shell she was. We love a good shell NPC! I can't wait to see what you do with her in your fic universe!!!!!!! 🤩

without further ado:

An Illusion of Competence

Shit. No. This couldn’t be right! How could they possibly have found her already? Who would even think to go looking for her in this hellhole slum of the city, anyway? Damn it, but if she didn’t get out of this, Vex was going to be so pissed off at her for royally screwing up this job over almost nothing—you know, just like the last one. She couldn’t help herself—the opportunity was right there, and who cared if pickpocketing wasn’t supposed to be the task at hand? The Guild needed the gold desperately, didn’t it? Ugh. Distractions aplenty, unfortunately.

Luzrah gro-Shar snuck around the corner of the Grey Quarter, pulling the hood of her cloak up to cover her very obvious flame-red hair, trying and failing to blend in with a passing crowd of Dunmer. No matter where she went, she didn’t quite fit in, so this was nothing new. She was taller and stronger than most Nords, for one, and green, for another—which caused all kinds of people to stare at her in open disgust. That, and she was a bard, more or less. Or—she could be, given practice. She carried a lute around and everything. It wasn’t what Orcs were known for, generally speaking—she’d only ever met one other who also happened to be a bard, and he was…yeah, he was not a good singer, to put it bluntly. She could at least carry a tune in a bucket, but the bucket was, technically, rusty and full of holes—you can take that as you will. It certainly said a lot more about her thin cover story the closer anyone looked, but now was not the time for worrying over that—it had served its purpose perfectly fine. That is, until now.

She sighed as the sound of the guards clattering along in their Stormcloak blues echoed off of the ancient stone walls. Windhelm, as unforgiving and cold as ever, was nothing but a patch of clear ice over here in the Grey Quarter. Figures. Luzrah wasn’t any stranger to the weather this far north, but she was not dressed for this kind of sport. She struggled to keep her balance as she slid down a slight incline in boots made more for trudging through mud in the Strongholds rather than through all this abysmal weather. Malacath’s toenails, but she wished these imbecile guards would give up already! Her legs ached as she turned a corner and then another, ending up in the market outside of the Alchemist’s shop, mind racing and looking for an escape route. Did they need a bard? It was possible. If she slowed down and acted natural, maybe it would—no. Nope, it wasn’t—she’d tried that in Candlehearth, where it made sense at least, and look where it got her. You’d think she’d learn to work around the misfortune by now, but of course not, otherwise she wouldn’t be in this mess. She could, at least, attempt to lose them. As far as she’d known, they hadn’t seen her face yet.-> Read the rest on AO3!

[deus-ex-mona]

A Moment Sweeter Than Chocolate: Chapter 6

yujiro said ariken rights

previous part (chapter 5)

next part (chapter 7)

A few days later—

On the day of the interview, Yujiro and Suzumi went to the location of said interview together.

Hiyori: The day has finally come!

Hiyori: Somehow, I’m getting kinda nervous too!

Yujiro: What do you mean by “too”? I’m not nervous or anything, though.

Yujiro: Don’t lump me in together with you.

Hiyori: Pfft, you sure are the same as always, Someya. I’m feeling a little more at ease.

Hiyori: Your answers for the pre-interview questionnaire were really good. Just how did you manage to come up with them, especially after stressing over it like that?

Yujiro: I didn’t stress over it or anything. It wasn’t that big of a deal.

Hiyori: Pfft, sure.

Staff: Yujiro, we’re done with the preparations for the interview. Can you come out now?

Yujiro: Got it.

Yujiro: Let’s go, Suzumi.

Hiyori: Yeah!

Interviewer: With regards to the topic of our special feature, “Celebrities I’d Want to Have as a Boyfriend”, I’d like to ask you a few questions.

Interviewer: To put it bluntly, what kinds of girls do you like, Yujiro?

Yujiro: Getting straight to it, aren’t you?

Interviewer: I mean, you’re Yujiro of LIPxLIP, the idol unit that’s pretty much the hottest topic these days! I’m sure our readers would be super interested to know your answer to that question.

Yujiro: Let me see…

Yujiro: To be honest, I have yet to truly fall in love with someone.

Interviewer: Eh?! Really?!

Yujiro: Yup. My studies at school, coupled with my work as an idol, keep me really busy at all times, after all.

Interviewer: Is that so? You’re still a High School student, right?

Yujiro: Yup. I vaguely recall that my first love was my kindergarten teacher, though.

Interviewer: Hehehe, that’s so cute!

Yujiro: However, I did see this couple when I was out in the city the other day.

Yujiro told the interviewer all about the couple he had seen by the crepe cart. He recounted how the two of them had bickered over whether they should use their matching keychains or not.

Interviewer: I see. So, the boyfriend of the couple was the one to give in in the end?

Yujiro: Hmm, I wouldn’t say that he “gave in”. He didn’t seem upset by it at all.

Yujiro: Despite disagreeing with each other, the both of them heard each other’s opinions and feelings out, and tried to find a compromise together…

Yujiro: I get the feeling that that’s the way they choose to deal with issues that may arise, and I find that this approach of theirs is really lovely.

Yujiro: If I were to ever fall in love with someone, and if they were to reciprocate my feelings…

Yujiro: I’d like for us to be able to build up a partnership that’s just like that couple’s.

Interviewer: What a wonderful story that was.

Yujiro: Thank you very much.

Following the interview, Yujiro went on to do his photoshoot.

Yujiro: The theme of this is “A Reverse Valentine”, isn’t it?

Interviewer: Yup. Please give us your best smile.

Yujiro: How’s this?

Interviewer: That’s really good!

Cameraman: You sure are familiar with magazine photoshoots, no?

Yujiro: No, not at all. I was telling my manager, Suzumi, about how nervous I was in the dressing room earlier, you know?

Yujiro: Right?

Hiyori: Y-yes, indeed…

Interviewer: I’ve become an even greater fan of yours after meeting you today, Yujiro!

Interviewer: I’ll definitely go to your Valentine’s Day live!

Yujiro: Got it. I’ll be waiting for you there.

Yujiro: I, as well as Aizo, will do my best to make it a night to remember, okay?

With that, Yujiro’s solo interview job offer concluded without incident.

[crushes-georg]

31 and Crosshair? 👀

31. doing a pinky swear

"The most important thing when you do take the rifle, is to make sure you're comfortable while doing so. If you can't keep your balance while looking down the scope, then you'll just be seeing stars. So take your time with it."

Crosshair's voice was a quiet rasp as he adjusted Asha's arms, her grip on the sniper rifle moving with his instructions. They were in a layover at the moment – restock and refuel, the basics. Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo had left to go on a supply run in the nearby town – leaving Tech, Crosshair, and Asha with the Marauder. Tech was busy in the ship running diagnostics... which left Crosshair and Asha standing outside, with the aforementioned togruta focusing on a row of stones that had been stacked and lined up several dozen meters away.

"Okay... I-I think I've got it," Asha murmured as she pressed the stock to the soft of her shoulder, hiking the gun up in her arms again. "It's heavier than I thought, h-heheh."

"Ah, but that's the good part," Crosshair replied, a small smile tugging up on thin lips, "because you need the weight of the rifle. If it's too light, then sometimes the rifle can recoil too much. So having the weight can balance it out."

Asha nodded, and she took a knee; Crosshair followed suit. She raised the rifle, scope level to her eye. Crosshair looked on, following her gaze.

"Now, you want to hold your breath for a few seconds while looking through the scope, and then squeeze, don't pull. Slowly. You want to put as little force as possible, let the rifle do the work for you. Understand?"

Asha let out a small 'mhm' before she sucked in a slow, low breath. She shifted, adjusted her grip on the rifle to try and find a good counterbalance. When she was sure she'd gotten it, she opted to take her time lining up the scope.

A low breath, exhaled slowly... and a careful squeeze of the trigger...

BANG!

The ensuing crack of the energy bolt was loud enough to make Asha jump, the recoil catching her off-guard; she jerked her arms as a result, and unfortunately, missed her target by a longshot.

"Damn it-!" she muttered in frustration. "Didn't know it'd have that much of a kick..."

"Try again," Crosshair said bluntly, his tone cold and focused. His hands rested on her shoulders – adjusted her positioning. She pressed the stock of the rifle into the soft of her shoulder, and lined up her shot again – adjusting her aim as well to compensate for the recoil. Maybe if I aim just a little bit off, she thought, the recoil will knock it straight at the last second…

...no such luck. Another shot, another miss. Asha huffed quietly and rolled her shoulders to shake off the ache of the recoil. "Damn, again... okay, lemme try again."

This went on for... a while. Neither of them was really keeping track. All in all, Asha didn't do half bad – landed about 60% of her shots, which wasn't awful for a beginner. Eventually, Crosshair stood again, looking – well, one might say impressed.

"Not bad, Asha. Not bad at all," he said with what almost sounded like admiration in his voice. "You... hang onto that, for now." He jutted his chin forward to indicate the rifle she held, and she tilted her head a little.

"...really?" she asked, orange eyes bright. "I'll take good care of it-! It's in good hands with me, I swear!"

Asha grinned as she hiked the rifle over her shoulder, and held out a hand – to which Crosshair simply stared. Tawny eyes narrowed at her hand, and he glanced back up at her face.

"...what are you doing?"

"It's a pinky swear!" Asha chimed, her pinky finger extended towards him. "To keeping the gun safe. I don't break pinky swears, Cross."

The cold sniper couldn't even hide the grin just barely starting to form on his face before he rolled his eyes, and much to Asha's surprise, held out his hand to link fingers with her. It was a quiet, simple gesture... but one that made Asha's crimson face darken ever so slightly, as a small smile graced her lips.

"There, now we're bound in it," she said with a small tilt of the head. "This rifle's gonna be in the best shape possible by the time you get it back."

"...I hope you know I plan on holding you to that."

[texturralize]

what kind of bribe would u take for a hint at the pairing in your ‘two golden lilies’ fic, bc i cannot for the life of me figure out where the romantic tension may or may not be building. (or is it an 0t3 situation??? …. liu x shen x tianglang??? that’s it, that’s my best guess, that’s all i got)

my firstborn child??? my soul?????? the moon?????????

(anyways hi i absolutely ADORE Your writing and bluntly will eagerly read just about anything you put forth atp)

thank you!! 😊

and..heheh..here is your hint.. (^_-)

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[rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team]

"Well you may not be smug, but your pretty fucking annoying."Striker said bluntly, deciding to process all that stuff later, maybe blessed weapons weren't the best so he'd have to think on that. Striker's eyes widened as he was offered the Halos, his eyes darting not sure how to react, before pulling out his lasso to loop through the halos to store them at his waist, raising a brow at the mention of the bar "Heheh you'd like that wouldn't you? Your uncle nice, cause I prefer to get my drinks from decent folks."The cowboy said putting his hands on his hips in an attempt to look cool, though he was still not sure how to act with Akira

Striker had gotten really sick of being made a joke out of, and this Umbra whatever was just the cherry on top. So after a good bit of sulking in frustration over their first encounter. Striker tracked him down, pretty easy to do so with how flamboyant he was, and of course he had a full estate, this guy really was a blue blood...

Striker snuck onto the grounds easily enough, wearing his large black poncho to be stealthy as he looked around, eventually reaching the main building and climbing onto a balcony to get inside, skulking around trying to find the bastard...

[Striker] For Akira.

*from the muffled sounds of gunshots and strikes, it sounded like Akira was in the basement area. If Striker were to go there, he would find Akira fighting a few fallen angels that were after him for when he brought the Platinum halo to Rodin, the fact this umbra witch had such control of shooting while using his guns to physically strike down each of the angels would be a sight to behold*

[thegettingbyp2]

Hi! I saw you were looking for Anthony Bridgerton requests!

You wrote out my request lat time and it was... *chef's kiss*!

Maybe the fem!reader (or neutral, if it makes you more comfortable) is married to Anthony, but he tries to keep a distance. In spite of all this his wife definitely makes an effort en gives all kinds of affection to him. One day he explodes and tells her smth really mean. Now, the reader stops all effort and affection and Anthony is all 🥺😢😳, because he realises how much he actually likes it. Happy ending? I'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending. You can make it really angsty though... hehehe

Thanks so much for considering! 🌸

Scratch my Head, Please

A/N: I'm so happy you liked the first request you sent in and I really hope you enjoy this one too!! It got away from me a bit!

You knew that marrying the Viscount Bridgerton was never going to be easy, you knew that you would have duties to perform as Viscountess, but you never thought you would have more trouble with your husband. You and Anthony got along fine, you could both keep a conversation going with each other when you sat down to dine together but he would never stay longer than he had to, preferring to lock himself away in his office.

This, however, didn’t stop you from trying to get close to your husband whenever you could. When you would meet in the dining hall every morning and evening, you would give him a peck on the cheek, feeling him stiffen underneath your touch despite leaning his lead in to allow you the brief moment of affection. Even at night, while you were both basking in the afterglow, you would simply rest your hand on his bare chest or run your fingers through his hair and Anthony would roll out of bed, heading to his own bed chambers.

It was about seven months into your marriage with the Viscount when you gave up trying to show him any affection. You were both sitting in the dining room, your chairs closer together than what was deemed normal after Anthony had gotten fed up of raise his voice just so you could hear him. You were suggesting that the two of you go for a walk that afternoon while the nice weather stuck around and that it would be good for the two of you to get some fresh air when he snapped.

‘Stop,’ he said quietly, still looking down at whatever document he had brought to the table that morning.

‘Pardon?’ you asked, not hearing him properly.

‘I said stop.’ He repeated bluntly. ‘For months now you’ve gone out of your way to try and loiter around me and try to get me to go places with you where I have absolutely no intention of going. You have access to every room in this house, use them.’

‘I just thought - ’

‘Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t want this match to happen? That I didn’t have a choice in this marriage? (Y/N), we we’re married in order to continue the Bridgerton name and, as far as I’m concerned, that’s it.’ He said harshly, looking at you as he finished his sentence. You sat in silence for a while as you tried to process his outburst before you stood from the table.

‘Very well,’ you said in a dangerously calm tone. ‘I’m going to get ready and I shall see you tonight, my Lord.’ You said before walking out of the room, carrying on all the way to your room and only when your door was shut did you let your tears fall. That was when you decided that you were no longer going to waste your efforts on Anthony Bridgerton.

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You hadn’t spoken to Anthony for about a month aside from formal greetings; and even that was only when you absolutely had to. The first time Anthony realised that things had changed and that you were acting differently towards him was when you were in bed together. It wasn’t awkward during the act, it was usually quiet between the two of you which was Anthony’s way of putting a barrier up but when you were lying next to each other afterwards, Anthony couldn’t help the small frown that etched its way onto his brow when he didn’t feel the light weight of your hand on his chest or your fingers lightly scratching his head in the way that made his eyes grow heavy. When he turned towards you, we was met with the sight of your bare back as you wrapped a spare sheet around your body and gathered your things to leave the room without saying a word.

It was after this incident that Anthony started to notice your lack of affection more and more; you no longer knocked on his office door to check that he was okay and didn’t need anything, you no longer kissed his cheek when you met each other for dinner and you no longer sat close to him at the table, instead having the Help move your chair back to the opposite head of the table. Anthony hadn’t realised how much he was missing these simple interactions with you until one day when he was sitting behind his desk in his office and he realised that he had reread the same sentence about twenty times. Upon realising this, he slammed the book shut on the desk which made such a loud sound, one of the maids poked her head through the door.

‘Is everything okay, Lord Bridgerton?’

‘Yes, everything’s fine,’ he replied, quickly continuing when he saw the maid make to close the door again. ‘Have you seen my wife today? Do you know where she is at the moment?’

‘She’s in the library, my Lord, she has been since this morning.’

‘Thank you, that will be all,’ he said, giving the maid a tight smile. When the door clicked shut again, Anthony sat in silence, running his hand through his hair (wishing more than anything that it was your hand) before he quickly stood and made his way out of his office, heading towards the library before he had the chance to turn around.

As soon as he set foot in the library, he saw the toes of your shoes peeking out from one of the alcoves you had tucked yourself into. He made his way over to the bench you were curled up on and sat down next to you, leaving a bit of a gap between you; you didn’t even look up from your book when he cleared his throat in the hopes of getting your attention.

Giving up with trying to get your attention vocally, Anthony awkwardly moved until he was lying on his back with his head resting gently in your lap. Little did he know was that you had been acutely aware of his every movement from the moment he stepped into the library and you hadn’t turned a single page since he arrived; it was taking everything you had to not laugh at him trying to get your attention not unlike the way a cat would.

‘Can I help you, my Lord?’ you questioned, smiling lightly.

‘Anthony,’ he mumbled, staring at the ceiling instead of looking at you.

‘Pardon?’

‘I don’t like you using my title, I prefer when you call me Anthony.’

‘Very well. Can I help you, Anthony?’

‘I was just wondering if you could scratchmyhead.’ He said, the words coming out as one.

‘I’m sorry, what was that?’

‘Can you scratch my head. Please.’

‘And why would I do that after the things you said to me last time we had a conversation?’

Anthony closed his eyes tightly and swallowed the tight lump that had worked its way into his throat. He hadn’t factored in the fact that you would still be mad at him for the comments he had made. However, seeing the look on his face, you knew that he was struggling with asking you for this favour so you slid your fingers through his hair and started scratching lightly, smiling fondly when you felt him completely relax against you, his breath coming out in a content sigh.

‘I’m sorry,’ you heard him whisper quietly, eyes still closed and face the picture of relaxation.

‘What for?’ You asked, closing your book with your free hand and setting it to the side so you could bring your other hand to rest on his cheek, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb.

‘I’m sorry for saying those horrible things to you, they weren’t true, not in the slightest,’ he said, opening his eyes to look at you but other than that, not moving at all. ‘I always told myself that I would never marry for love because I saw how broken my mother was after losing my father and I never wanted to do that to the woman I loved. So when, after seeing the way we would interact with each other and dance at the balls, my mother suggested that I propose to you, it was both everything I wanted and everything I dreaded all at once because I could never do that to you. That’s why I was trying to put barriers up between us so that if anything were to happen to me, you wouldn’t be as broken as my mother was.’

You had been silent for the whole time Anthony had spoken and it was only when you took a breath after he had finished that you realised you had tears streaming down your face. ‘Anthony, that’s one of the most beautiful things about life, loving someone so much that you can’t bear the thought of leaving them alone in the world after you’re gone. And believe it or not, I’d be broken if something happened to you even if what you said had been the last thing you ever said to me.’

‘I love you,’ he said, voice thick with emotion as he took the hand that was resting against his cheek in his hand and held it against his lips.

‘I love you too,’ you replied, laughing lightly when you saw his eyes light up at your words. He then made himself more comfortable with his head still in your lap as he got ready to spend the rest of the afternoon in your arms.

‘In that case,’ he began with a lazy but slightly cocky smile on his face, eyes closed once again, ‘as you were, darling wife.’

‘Of course, my Lord,’ you said, fighting the giggle rising in your throat as your fingers resumed scratching his head.

‘Anthony!’

[charcadett]

what if Brassius vampire huh what about that literally throw any and all thots* and headcanons at me

*thoughts

Ohhhhhh hell yeah vampire Brassius, you don’t gotta tell me twice heheh

Vampire Brassius Headcanons

- His sporadic sleep schedule is much more stressful. There’s no guarantee he sleeps through the entire day. In fact, there’s no guarantee he even stays inside. You catch him lathering himself up with sunscreen, covering every inch of his skin with fabric, and grabbing an umbrella to look at a particular landmark during the day. Sunlight won’t kill him immediately, but you’ve had to soothe his burns with a handful of aloe vera more times than you can count. Normally, you’d say his excited rambling makes this worth it. With his life at stake, you're a bit more frustrated. While there is no stopping Brassius from doing something he wants to do, your puppy dog eyes manage it more often than not.

- As a vampire, Brassius is enamored by your blood. Maybe even more so than other vampires. It’s your life force, your very essence. The fact you trust him with it makes him swoon. You taste sweeter than anything he’s ever had. He treats it, and you, reverently. Any blood you share with him, he considers a gift from Mother Nature herself. Brassius leaves lingering kisses against your pulse, tracing his cold fingers along your veins. It’s not a stretch to say he worships the ground you walk on. It’s not just your blood that has him so obsessed, but the fact that it’s sourced from you and the trust you bestow upon him.

- Human Brassius bites. You would think with a set of fangs, vampire Brassius would take this to another level. Quite the opposite. Hurting you is the last thing he would ever do. As much as he wants to mark you, he refuses. It takes your explicit consent, and even then, he only leaves a gentle nip against your skin. He treats you almost as if you’re made of glass. Brassius is very aware of his strength. Even if he’s not as strong as other vampires, he knows his strength outclasses yours by a mile. His touch is feather-light and gentle.

- No matter if Brassius is a human or a vampire, first and foremost, Brassius is an artist. And what in this world speaks to him the most, the very thing that embodies his love and passion? To put it bluntly, let him paint with your blood. Let him incorporate your blood into the sculptures he creates. It would mean everything to him to immortalize a piece of yourself and put it into the world for all to see. He will offer to turn you. To spend eternity with you is what he wants most in the world, but even vampires die. He hopes to create something of you that will stand even when you fall. When he meets his end, as long as a piece of you remains to garner the love and attention that you deserve, he can die fulfilled.

[peachsayshi]

Hello my love and brain rot partner hehhe as requested here is my humble request

May i pretty please have some “The way you love me” Gojo jealous hcs? Hehehe I enjoyed that waaaay too much

NOTE: Thank you, lovely! ❤️ I am so sorry this took me so long but I didn’t want to give away any spoilers just in case! Hahaha Again, I have added the keep reading tab because this turned out longer than expected. This one is for all of you who read The Way You Love Me - some more of Gojo being jealous ;)

Jealous Gojo x Reader

minors and ageless blogs dni

Gojo who met Haru for the first time and didn’t realize just how uncomfortable it would be for him to watch you dote all over your boyfriend.

Gojo who clenches his jaw every time you tease Haru with soft kisses, and wondered to himself what it would feel like to have your pretty lips brush his skin instead.

Gojo who rolled his eyes every time you forgave Haru because he was busy astonishing you with his romantic grand gestures. He can’t help but scoff to himself, because don’t you realize that he would willingly spoil you out of affection, without having to bribe you for your forgiveness? The man would hand you the world on a gold platter if you merely asked him to.

Gojo who picks up on the fact that you’re the only one who keeps the conversation flowing while he and Haru exchange weary glances at each. Your friend doesn’t trust him one bit, and there was something about Haru that always rubbed him the wrong way.

Gojo who found satisfaction in the unspoken truth that Haru was intimidated by him. He’s thought about the many ways he could lure you from under this trance, but your eyes never radiated with such beauty when you looked at him.

Gojo who should be happy for you, but wonders if you can also feel the spark that ignites when you’re alone together. Do you ever think about the possibility of what it would be like to cross these boundaries?

Gojo who made it a habit to fuck strangers as a distraction in order to subdue the jealousy that was starting to drive him crazy.

Gojo who happily accepted the narrative of you thinking he was a playboy because he didn’t want to admit the truth. He let you make your comments, your assumptions, but you had no idea that the only he person he pictured when he came…was you.

Gojo who thought it would get easier after you broke up, but forgetting that his friend was an absolute knock out who always drew the eyes of many men.

Gojo who recognized that you never noticed their stares and would randomly place his arm around your shoulder, or brush his knuckles across your cheek in public to deter the others from admiring you with any suggestive thoughts.

Gojo who always had an excuse ready when you asked him what he was doing. “You’re the perfect arm rest…” / “Sorry, there was something on your face..” - but his subtle actions were enough to paint a more intimate picture between you both.

Gojo who would get frustrated when you sought him out for advice on dating but put aside his own annoyance because he just wanted to see you smile again after your break up.

Gojo who swallowed hard as you nervously checked yourself out in the most sinful dress he’s ever seen you wear, ignoring the way the blood rushed between his legs when you asked him for his opinion.

Gojo who stated: “You look hot, but I think the guy might get the wrong idea…”, and he watches your face fall as your brows scrunch with confusion. “What do you mean?”, you ask.

Gojo who bluntly replies with: “That’s a “fuck me” dress, right?” so casually that he almost relishes in the horrifying look on your face. He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, “I’m just being honest here…”

Gojo who exhales happily when you decide to change into a pair of jeans and a loose white blouse instead, but later that night jacks off to the idea of fucking you with the dress still on.

Gojo who spent years coming terms with his own jealousy but did everything in his power to ensure that it never trickled into your friendship.

You meant the world to him, and he wasn’t willing to lose you over his own vices.

[seospicybin]

SEOSPICY'S CHRISTMAS SPECIAL.

HAPPIEST SEASON.

Han x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: It's the first time you take your best friend Han to spend Christmas holiday with your family and to also announce a great news but the more he knows the more he's doubting himself.

Preview under the cut! (It's more like a pilot hehehe)

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Marry your best friend.

Han ever heard that line before, either from a movie or an advertisement, he couldn't remember. What he's trying to say is he has no problem with it but he's having a hard time making sense of it.

How can you marry your own best friend? Wouldn't that be weird? Isn't it going to feel like marrying your second cousin or something?

"If we don't find love then we'll just marry each other."

You once said it as a joke or he thought it was.

Han isn't opposed to the idea, he is pretty much given up searching for love because what's the use though if it would only end up in heartbreak and misery?

On the other side, you got tired of going on blind dates your father set for you in order to find you the one, or in your words 'the one' your father approved.

Just like tonight, it seems like you've just gone on another one and you come to his place afterward like you always do, either to vent about the date, your father and how you only obey him because of his stubbornness.

Han would intently listen to your rant with a can of beer in hand. Except, you seem so calm and he takes it that the date went well.

"You're working on something?" You asked from the doorway of his bedroom while taking your cardigan off.

"Just keeping myself busy," he answers, a bit stammering at the sight of you in a red dress that makes you look so radiant.

He clears his throat before asking, "what's up?"

You lean the side of your body against the doorframe, looking a little distracted like something is bothering you, then you softly sigh, "can we talk?"

Everyone would agree with him that those three words are anxiety-inducing he immediately thinks if he has done something wrong to you.

You take two canned drinks out of his fridge and hand the beer to him while you have your favorite peach-flavored drink in your hands.

"How was the date?" He asks because it seems like what you're going to talk about is something related to it.

"It was alright," you answered.

That convinced him that the date went well just as he guessed, and he feels relieved that he can finally pop open his can of beer, then takes a long gulp.

You sit next to him on the couch and take a sip of your drink as well while looking at the tree outside, changing its leaves at the turn of the season.

"You remember I once said that if we don't find love, we'll just marry each other?" You asked out of the blue.

Han laughs in response and takes another sip of his beer.

You put your drink away and shift on your seat to face him, "I think it's time," you said.

You do this all the time, keeping a straight face so that he can't tell the difference whether you're telling a joke or being serious. But it must be the former, right?

"Yeah, sure," he half-heartedly replies with a dry laugh.

You put your hand on his forearm and it feels cold that he turns his head at you, you look a little distressed like something is bothering your head.

"Why are you so nervous?" He bluntly asks because he has never seen you like this.

For him, you always have been the happy-go-lucky kind of girl, it's like you bring your own sun wherever you go and spread the warmth to everyone around you.

You put on a small smile before speaking, "Listen, Han, I'm getting tired of my father setting me up with these people I barely knew."

He acknowledges the issue because you have told him enough to know that you're just so done with all of it.

"I figured that if I'll ever marry someone, it's not going to be someone my father chooses for me," you said.

He nods while intently listening to you, putting his hand over yours to show he's taking your side on the matter.

"And I choose you," you said.

It takes him more than a minute to process those words, because a) he didn't expect the talk would lead to b) implying that you choose him and c) to marry you?

He bursts out laughing because he doesn't know how else to react to this.

"You're joking right?" He asks because you always keep a straight face when you're telling a joke.

You shake your head, "No, I'm not," you shortly replied.

His laughs slowly die down and are replaced by anxiety, "but we're friends," he innocently remarks.

"And isn't that just great?" You exclaimed.

That's not the answer he expected, you seem rather delighted by this fact.

"We've been friends for years and we know each other the best and we're comfortable around each other," you listed all of the things that would favor the union.

If you put it that way then yes, it doesn't weird at all to marry your best friend.

"Come on! Let's get married!" You cheerfully said with your shoulder bumping him.

Yet Han is still not convinced by the idea, he was just minding his business a few minutes ago and the next thing he knows his best friend proposed to him. Anyone can understand how confusing this situation is for him.

"But– but, we're fri– we're not—" he is at a loss for words.

As a friend of his for years and grow a telepathic connection with him, you understand what he's trying to ask you.

You take his hand on his lap and clasped it, "Marriage is not always about love. I just think that if I want to spend the rest of my life with someone, I want it to be with my best friend," you explained.

And five years of friendship proves nothing but he does have those feelings for you but not in a romantic way.

Maybe it's possible after all, to marry your best friend with no love involved, but another question pops into his head.

"What about your father?" He asks.

You lean in closer and look him in the eyes, "I did this because I do want this. Not because of my father or anyone else for that matter. I want this," you emphasize how much you meant your words to him.

You don't need to do all that, he sees right through you, you crinkle your nose when you lie and all he can see right now is the sincerity in your eyes.

There are so many rhetorical questions appearing in his head and just like any other human being, he keeps being haunted by his own failures of his past romantic relationships that he can't help but ask you this one question.

"What if it doesn't work out?" He meekly asks.

You put on a smile and ask him back, "What if it works out?"

And he likes that about you, how you always see the world through a different view, how you always look on the brighter side of things, and how you can easily infect him with your confidence.

That's what he needs in his life, confidence and you help him build it in him over time.

That's only one of the many good things you've done for him, if he should list everything, it would take him forever.

You shake the hand on his lap to snap him out of his head, "Han, you know you're free to say no, there's no pressure," you reminded him.

He takes a shaky breath and awkwardly massages his temple, "it's just... so sudden," he admitted.

You crack a laugh, "I know, right? Just take your time," you assured him.

You take your hand off of him and grab your drink, walking away to the kitchen to give Han space and time to think.

He thinks it all over in his head, listing every pros and cons of marrying you.

Everything you said is fair and sensible.

You indeed know him best to the point that he doesn't have to hide his true self from you and the idea of having, living in that safe space for the rest of his life won him over almost immediately.

He looks at you as you return to the couch with a new can of drink, put the drink on the table then all of sudden, kneels on the floor in front of him.

"Whoa! What are you doing?" He asks in shock.

"Properly proposing you," you casually answer and take the ring tab from the empty can of your drink.

You look up at him with a smile on your face, "Han Jisung, will you marry me?"

Never in a million years he thought that his best friend would be on her knee and proposed to him!

He's in his black sweater and sweatpants, his hair is unruly from staying the night up finishing a track and he is aware of the mess in his small apartment, the dishes piling on the sink, and a basket full of dirty laundry in the corner of the room.

And he's certain that he doesn't have it in him to be a husband.

Yet here you are, kneeling in front of him and asking him to marry you.

He takes a deep breath, taking a moment to try to verbalize his thoughts into words even though everyone knows that's an impossible thing to do.

In the end, he settles with a simple answer, "let's do this!"

There is a deep crease between your eyebrows, "what do you mean by that?"

"Let's do this!" He repeats, "let's get married!"

"Are you saying yes?" You asked with your breath hitched at the end of the sentence.

"I am, yes, yes I do!" He says, softly laughing at how your face was all tensed and pale.

You break down on the floor and he thought you are about to faint, but you propped your hands behind you, "oh fuck!"

He holds out his hands to help you get up from the floor, he uses all of his strength to pull you up so that you crashed against him on the couch.

"I didn't know how nerve-wracking a marriage proposal is until now," you said while clutching your chest and then putting your arms around his neck, hugging him so tight.

"Thank you for saying yes," you said.

"You're welcome, I guess?" He gets flustered because it should be him kneeling on the floor for you, not the other way around.

When you let go of the hug, he sees your eyes brimming with tears.

"Are you crying?" He asked in pure confusion.

"No," You said while hurriedly wiping the tears that rolled down one side of your cheek.

"I'm just so happy, I guess?"

Han didn’t know you needed his answer that badly but at the same time, he can’t explain why he’s just as happy.

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Full fic will be released tomorrow!