I just know that Valko's ears are soooo sensitive.
He usually kept his wolf side hidden from the public, seeing as he had a reputation to hold, but around you, he let it come out. Something about you just satisfied this primal part of him, had it relaxing whenever he was around you. You made him feel a little domesticated, and he was okay with that.
You figured out his sensitivity when you were cuddling during movie night. Every Friday, Valko made sure to make time for the two of you to snuggle up under some blankets and gorge yourselves on snacks as a movie you were a little too interested in played on the TV.
Usually, Valko would sit you on his lap and wrap his arms around you, keeping you caged close to him while his nose poked around against your neck, inhaling the way you smelled. His tail would gently thump against the cushions.
Today, however, you could tell that Valko was tired. He'd had a long week, attending boring meetings and spending long hours in the lab. You knew, without him having to tell you, that he needed some loving.
So when you had finished setting up the couch for movie night, instead of letting Valko pull you into him like he did every other night, you opened your arms and beckoned him to come to you.
"I want to be the big spoon tonight," you giggled, and who was Valko to deny you?
He crawled to you from his spot on the couch, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. He sighed as he melted into you, his tail wagging contentedly behind him. With the lovable beast laying on top of you, you had no need for the blanket anymore, and so it lay forgotten on the floor.
You pressed play on the remote, eager to start the movie and help Valko take his mind off whatever was bugging him.
As the movie played, your hands came down to rest against Valko, one on his back and the other on his head. Subconsciously, your hands began to move, scratching gently at the undercut framing the back of his head and the muscles of his shoulders.
His reaction was immediate. His body relaxed fully onto yours, his head falling lax against your chest, his face buried into your skin. His tail fell against the couch, still for a moment, before it picked up and started wagging back and forth. Not fast enough to disturb you, but enough for you to know he was enjoying your movements.
"Go a little higher," he rasped, his voice having gone breathy and a little whiny. You obeyed, your hand traveling up his head, coming to rest on his wolf ears. Tentatively, you gave them a little scratch.
Valko shuddered against you, a whine clawing its way out of his throat. You paused, tilting your head.
"Does that hurt?" you asked. He shook his head, refusing to raise his face from your chest.
"Sensitive," he whispered, tightening his arms around you and pulling your closer to him, molding your body to his. "Keep going."
You smiled gently to yourself and resumed your movements. Every so often, Valko would shiver against you and let out a quiet yip and his lazy tail would thump a little too hard against the cushions, but he was more relaxed than you'd seen him all week.
You forgot all about the movie playing in the background. You were just happy to hold your puppy in your arms.
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“no one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.”
the sheer aggressiveness in keigo’s tone is a rare sight to see. usually, he’s a laidback and optimistic guy. maybe it’s because of his past hero status, walking through crowds of fans and facing interviews with his trademark all-white shining grin, appealing to the public with his golden glow. half of that might be fabricated after years of grooming (all thanks to the HPSC) and the other half of that might have become natural personality. that’s one of the things that drew you towards him in the first place.
so, of course you’re surprised at the seriousness shrouding over his face and how tight he’s holding his drink. his feathered brows are smoothed out to look so placatory but the yellow in his eyes is hard enough to cut rocks. his teeth bite the inside of his right cheek, as if he’s trying to keep himself level-headed. all of his demeanor screams ready to beat a bitch up. that’s not the mood that you want him to be in.
all you wanted was to have a nice lunch with him. maybe having a conversation about pesky coworkers was not the way to go.
the incident happened a mere few hours ago, involving you and another coworker who flaunted his trust fund perks around as if everyone needed to care. you were organizing some field notes from a marine biology research project that were due at the end of the work day. just a few minutes until the end of your shift and the last packet of notes was ready to be put into the pile until you stood up to leave your desk and there was a clatter of plastic—
iced coffee splashing all over the pile. ruined ink dripping down the printed papers—papers that you spent missing a whole class period getting done. you startled from feeling the ice cubes and cold liquid seeping into your outfit, turning your head towards the culprit.
a loud aggravated groan filled the workspace, “why the fuck would you cause a walking hazard? i was waiting all morning for that coffee! you have to be fucking kidding me.”
at first, all you could do was blink at the man. this was supposed to be your fault? you weren't anywhere close to being in his way. the soaked papers you had were enough to say that this was his fault. people could know how to be socially aware of their surroundings; a lot more of them should be these days, honestly.
even worse, where was the i’m sorry?
it never came. instead, you got shot with a death glare and the cup being left right where it was. it was one of the stupidest cleanups you ever had to do and tears of frustration burned behind your eyelids, but thankfully your supervisor understood your side. you weren’t fired or reprimanded. you still managed to turn in a new set of notes on time and then leave.
and now you’re here, relieved at being able to take an opening in your busy boyfriend’s schedule.
you’ve told him the situation with less dramatics and straight to the point details but it doesn’t seem to dilute his anger. you feel stupid because it’s such a small thing compared to what he needs to worry about being the president of one of the biggest institutions in japan. it’s work drama. why did you even bring it up?
as if he can read your mind, keigo moves his head to catch his eyes with yours. perceptive. all-knowing. he repeats himself, more sternly, “something botherin’ you is not stupid. and again, you don’t deserve that from anybody.”
“yeah, i know,” you say, though the words feel flat in your mouth. “it’s not the first time that we’ve had conflicts with each other but he has a lot of money and i’d rather not make a big issue—"
“ohh,” keigo chuckles suddenly, the noise almost jarring. one of his hands slants against his cheek to hold the smile quirked on his mouth. it’s taut; instigating. “so the bastard’s a consistent one, yeah?”
something inside of your stomach squirms at the sudden change in his expression. the sensation switches between warm and cold at the same time. you feel like admitting that was a bad move. keigo’s going to want to be fully involved now. he has the gall to back himself up if he needs to.
you gesture at his chicken sandwich, trying to steer the conversation. your smile feigns carefree. “don’t worry about it, i can hold my own. anyways, babe, your sandwich is getting cold.”
keigo’s free hand pushes the plate to the side as if it’s a piece of dust and not a whole ready and paid meal. well, that was a mission failed. his sparked eyes only linger on your face, his stare suffocating enough to have cold sweat dripping down your side. you know exactly what this is. it’s the face he makes when a conversation isn’t finished; when he doesn’t want it to be. the face that he makes when he used to be live on the field stopping villains.
a flicker of hawks appears behind the molt of gold in his eyes. you haven’t seen that in two years, haven’t seen that since his stepping down of being a hero. somehow this is much scarier than if he was going to pull a red blade out of nowhere.
you shift in your seat, knowing that the subtle animosity isn’t directed at you but still breaking under it. your mouth opens to try another attempt at deflecting and ignoring the situation but he’s already at the finish line before you.
“baby, you know who i am, right?” he asks, a softness attached to his words but only because of the term of endearment. you can weave out the edge in his tone. something that feels like a knife just before the cut. “i’m one of the top people in japan, under the pro-heroes.”
you nod your head slowly. the ice cubes in your drink clink together when you pick it up just so you don’t have to feel frozen in your spot. you wish he could break the eye contact, but you know that once he starts, he won't stop.
“besides that, i’m also your boyfriend. so what hurts you hurts me. what bothers you is gonna bother me.”
keigo leans closer to you across the table, grabs one of your hands with his. his fingers graze against the underside of your palm with a touch so faint that it feels like fresh vapor after a rainy day. his stare is still holding its ground. gentle, but not too much. still having a reflection of hawks.
“i don’t care how much money that guy has,” he starts, his tone shifting to one that’s strict and clear. there's no hint of a smile anymore. you can sense his authority coming out. you fight the heat that wants to crawl over your face. “you don’t get away with hurting what’s mine.”
a shiver runs down your spine at hearing his words. you know that keigo isn’t going to do anything drastic—he still has a diplomatic reputation to uphold, after all—but that doesn't mean he’s going to be aimless and stand by. he’ll think of an entire plan to enact in order to find this coworker and handle him accordingly. you know he’s a workaholic and always has been.
but when it's about you? that’s all his vision narrows down to.
you don’t know whether you should find that hot or not. the stutter in your chest from that idea says otherwise.
after one more second of silence, keigo’s expression returns to his boyish grin, wide and warm. he presses a quick kiss against your fingers and then leans back with sunny light in his eyes. his food is back in front of him but he doesn’t make any rush to eat it. you take a bite of your own food in hopes that he follows, which eventually he does.
the rest of the lunch dwindles with him telling you about his work day and other random topics that he happened to find during the week. but you both know that situation is far from over.
your boyfriend doesn’t like to leave anything unfinished when it comes to you.
the whole thing functions in cycles , the cycle being which stage of their relationship light and misa are currently in. for example , they're on good terms so everything is going fine and dandy and the band is making progress on writing music or whatever. and then light does something (alternatively , he does Not do something) and misa flips on him , they have an argument and she disappears for a while. now nothing is going well because not only does everyone have to deal with the aftermath of misa's outburst , but they also can't even work on any music stuff because their bassist is gone.
It's a cold, breezy winter morning, and you were laying down in yours and Seungmin's bed alone, the smell of pancakes, coffee, and bacon arose from the kitchen.
Seungmin had just gotten done making breakfast for the both of you, placing the mugs and plates on the living room table. You got out of bed, half-asleep, hair all messy, and your eyes slightly hooded.
"Good morning, Jagi. I made breakfast for us." Seungmin said, without a glance at you. He was cleaning up the mess he had made in the kitchen cooking. You thanked him for doing so, and as well as for the food. Seungmin sat down next to you, giving you napkins and rubbing your back. "Thank you for making breakfast, Minnie.. It looks really good." You said, leaning onto his shoulder.
You started eating the pancakes, and boy, they were delicious. You practically inhaled it!
You always admired Seungmin's cooking skills, all he made was pure perfection when it came to food. "Is it good, angel?" He said with the most genuine and soothing voice as well as a small, warm and gorgeous smile. God, he's so cute..
"Yes, it is." Was said by you, followed by a kiss on Seungmin's cheek. You continued eating, same as Seungmin, until you finished the plate and finished your coffee. Seungmin and you stood up and walked to the kitchen, cleaning your dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. This was a normal morning for you two.
Seungmin plopped down on the couch, looking for something to watch TV. He eventually found a show, an anime to be specific. It was called 'Kimi Ni Todoke'. You and Seungmin were enjoying it, the main character and her boyfriend reminiscing you of when you and Seungmin first met. Time flew by, and by the time you reached the 7th episode, it was already lunchtime.
"What should we eat for lunch, Min?" You both look at each other simultaneously. "Hmm.. does bibimbap sound alright?" He asked. You nodded in agreement, and took a small nap while he was cooking.
He woke you up, rubbing your shoulder. "Love, lunch is done.." You ate, snuggled up next to Seungmin, watching cartoons, movies, shows and whatnot. Seungmin kissed you, on the lips, of course. He smiled. He really liked to see you enjoy his cooking. "You look so cute, Y/N.." Minnie said, looking at you with a lazy smile. " I love you, Minnie.." you kissed him, later on, both of you falling asleep.
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"Even if I don't know enough about you to love you, will you at least believe I'm self-centered enough to want the best for a mutant kid from my family?"
Note: I had this idea and thought it's cute so why not. Tagging @cy-inky because she asked me to and @shibalen because she loves him. I don't know what else to say so enjoy<3
Warnings: idk none? But just to make it clear, the italic lines mean that they're talking in another language.
He looked through the pages and documents in his hands and on the desk in front of him, quietly sorting them out as you approached him, a small smile adorning your face. He gave you a quick glance before returning back to the oh so important pages in front of him.
"What brings you here?" He asks you as you sit down in front of him across the desk.
"Well, I wanted to see you but I also wanted to ask you something," you said and waited for a response from him. You continued when he looked at you and waited for you to go on, "Kaveh told me that you could speak four languages,is it true? How come you never told me?" He continued to look at the papers in his hands lazily and answered you in his usual straightforward manner, "yes, it's true. You never asked me and I didn't think it was something worth mentioning."
"Could you say something in another language?" You asked him, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you. "Why do you want to hear me speak another language?" He asks, seemingly confused at your request. "I just want to hear you speak."
"Maybe later. I'm busy right now."
"Please?"
"No."
"Just a little bit!"
He sighed and gave in, putting the papers down to look at you.
"What do you want me to say?" He asked and leaned back on his chair, relaxing a little. You told him that anything is fine and whatever language he prefers. He seems to think for a bit before speaking.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?" He asks and looks at you being all excited over hearing him speak. 'I guess they really can't understand me,' he thought.
"... it's quite endearing when you get excited over small things like that," He looked at you, searching for any signs that you understood what he said.
You look at him all amazed, trying your best to hide your grin before asking him what he said. He wasn't going to tell you that he called you cute and ignored the question. "Could you say some more stuff? That sounds amazing!" You ask him and he agrees rather quickly to your surprise.
"Hmm let's see... You're very persistent and hard working in whatever you do, I think it's admirable. I always enjoy your company no matter how busy I can be. I like it when you talk about the things you like and listen to my interests as well, showing interest in what I show you as well. You never cease to amaze me."
He continues and you listen quietly. You rest your arm at the desk and smile gently as you listen to his every word carefully.
"And I love you."
"I love you too."
He stops talking and looks at you, clearly taken aback by what he just heard. "You... could understand me the whole time?" He asks, his eyes slightly widen as he gets flustered.
You grin and nod, causing his cheeks to flush a little. "Why didn't you tell me that you could speak another language as well?" He asks, trying to keep his composure.
"You never asked~," you grinned, the teasing tone very audible in your voice. He covers his face with his hand, trying to cool down his flushed face.
You started laughing, causing him to glare at you. Once you've calmed down, you look at him and smile sweetly,
"Who would've guessed that you have this sweet side on you as well."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Edward Nygma & Jervis Tetch
Characters: Edward Nygma, Jervis Tetch
Additional Tags: Fluffy, Jervis is a troll, Or Is he?, either way he's a fucker
Summary:
Edward comes home battered and gets healed by Jervis Tetch, who has other plans.
