love, on schedule valentine'sday!nanami x fem!reader
Nanami never cared for Valentine’s Day . . . until you gave him a reason to.
word count: 1,693
tw: valentine's day special, tooth-rotting fluff
VALENTINE SEASON SPECIAL
notes at the end . . .
Nanami used to despise the concept of days like Valentine's Day: using one day of the year as an excuse to express your devotion to your partner, something you should do every single day? It's not his style, not at all.
That doesn't mean he's not romantic. This man exceeds any standard you could have imagined before meeting him, and he manages to do so without even trying (even if he does). Surprising you every day, making you realise how lucky you are to have him, showing you how lucky he is to have you. From the modest (and not so modest) gifts after one of his long days at work, to the way he always looks for your hand when you're together in public, or how he continues to give you your favourite flowers even though you live together and dates are practically part of your routine.
He didn't like Valentine's Day... but he likes you. He likes to spoil you (in every way), he likes to make you feel special every day, and if one of those days has to be labelled as the “love day”... then so be it. But he'll just act like he always does. Well, since you do enjoy labelling days and celebrating them, he always congratulates you... but that's it. Because everything that other couples consider extraordinary, such as something as simple as a date or expressing their devotion to each other more clearly, is part of both of your everyday lives.
‘Honey, are you going to take much longer? We're going to be late for the restaurant...’ Your boyfriend insists from outside the bathroom, somewhat obsessed with punctuality and order... And you are the opposite: always calmer and more relaxed than you should be, late for everything and chaotic by nature.
‘You can't relax even on a day like today, hmm?’ You laugh from inside, adding the finishing touches to your make-up. Normally, you leave the door open to let him watch you get ready, but sometimes, when you buy a new dress or get new make-up, you like to make him wait outside so it's a kind of surprise. He finds it adorable, and he loves to speculate on how beautiful you'll look when you walk out the door.
But sometimes, when you get distracted and he's not there to rush you, constantly remind you what time it is, or help you with simple things that make you take even longer (like fastening the zippers behind your dresses or fixing your hair)... he doesn't love it. He knows the wait will be worth it, but... the reservation is at 8:30 pm. Knowing you, he told you the reservation was at 8:00 pm, but right now it's 8:10 pm. Damn...
‘Ken , I'm ready!’ you call out, still in the bathroom. ‘Close your eyes.’
Obedient as always, he closes his eyes immediately, eager to finally see you. Well, and to finally leave the house. When you tell him he can open his eyes, he sees that the wait was indeed worth it. Definitely.
You're wearing a fairly short, coffee-coloured milkmaid dress. With stockings covering your legs to keep you warm and brown biker boots to complement the overall look. Multiple necklaces, bracelets and rings add a mystical and stylish touch, many of which are gifts he has given you himself. As an accessory, an aesthetic messenger bag hangs from your right shoulder, with a few key rings that express your tastes and interests (and decorate the bag, of course). Your hair, normally loose and unadorned, today has a small bow... that matches his classic tie: yellow background with irregular black dots. That last detail seems so sweet to him that he doesn't know what to do with so much love all of a sudden. Exaggerated reaction? Perhaps. But seeing you so beautiful, so precious, dressed up, ready for him, and with something that refers to him, with something you have prepared specifically for him...
Such sudden tenderness always affects a man of stoic and serious nature, and his impatience and desire to arrive at the restaurant on time seem to have vanished. He approaches you slowly, with a slight but easily perceptible smile, and cups your face with his large, strong hands.
You wait for his usual delicate compliments, but this time he says nothing. He just looks at you so deeply that it makes you nervous. When he sees you break eye contact due to the nervousness that was beginning to penetrate you, he smiles even more. And only then, when he feels that he has admired your beauty with the silence it deserves, he leaves a slow, soft kiss on your lips. He completely ignores the lip gloss you put on minutes ago, which ends up in his mouth, and focuses on expressing with the movement of his lips all the words he is unable to get out of those.
‘...you never wear this kind of dresses,’ he murmurs shortly after breaking the kiss, more to himself than to you.
‘How should I take that, love?’ you ask, with a smile on your face. You know for sure that it's something good, from the way he looks at you.
‘In the best possible way, please. It suits you very well, dear. In general, I feel that you have a great ability to combine random accessories and make them look so good.’ He pauses as he looks at your bow again. It doesn't quite match the rest of the outfit, but it creates a somewhat extravagant contrast. And the best part: it matches his tie! He doesn't understand what makes him so happy about that little accessory, but it has made Valentine's Day a date that, from now on in your relationship, will be celebrated. Well, it was already celebrated, but from now on he will participate with a new approach. If this date has given you such a cute idea and inspired you to carry it out, no matter how simple it may seem... then he'll have to give it the extra thought that you've taken care of this time. ‘I love you.’
Nanami isn't someone who often says those three words carelessly and repetitively, so you get excited and hug him. However, when he wraps his strong, muscular arms around your much smaller frame, he looks at the time on the watch on his wrist...
8:25 pm. Has all this thing really lasted fifteen minutes?
‘What's wrong, Ken?’ you ask, confused by the sudden tension in his body.
‘Y/n. There are five minutes left until the reservation time.’ In truth, your boyfriend gets NERVOUS when it comes to being late for anything or when his plans don't go according to what he had in mind.
But your calm and carefree nature reacts immediately: you grab his arm and start running towards the door, grab the keys, hand him his wallet and mobile phone, and rush to the restaurant.
‘Y/n, you can't go out in just that dress. It's February, and you'll catch a cold...’ He complains, but you don't let him stop you.
‘I think I can handle the cold better than you can handle being late.’ Although he considers going back home to get your coat, he lets you lead the way. Suddenly, he realises that you have no idea where he has made the reservation... but you are the one guiding him as you run.
‘Darling, you don't know where I've...’
‘At the seafood restaurant I mentioned the other day that I'd like to try. I'm sure.’ ...of course. Being the gentleman that he is, he always picks up on your little comments when you're together, and you once mentioned that the new seafood restaurant looked good. Seeing that you've noticed, he smiles and keeps up with the brisk pace you've been setting since the beginning until you reach the restaurant.
In the end, you were only five minutes late. Dinner was great, and you both talked about everything and nothing at the same time. From work to plans for the future, discussing points of view on random topics and simply expressing how much you love each other without saying it explicitly.
°︵‿ ︵࿔.
‘I should have ignored you,’ Nanami says when he sees you literally shivering from the cold. After that peaceful dinner, you decided to take a night-time stroll through the park. Under the moonlight that seemed to caress you both, your tender relationship, your souls in tune.
‘I'm fine! It was just a gust of wind. I told you I can handle the cold.’ Clearly not. You are one of those people who is unable to coexist with the cold, one of those who starts to shiver, to get a red nose from the cold and tense up extremely.
Exhaling softly, Kento decides to take off his jacket and place it over your shoulders. He's not upset, on the contrary: he's almost grateful that you left your coat at home. He loves seeing you wear any of his clothes. Although that little bow you're wearing, with a pattern so characteristic of him, is enough to shout to the world ‘Y/n is with Nanami ’, he finds it even more endearing to see you covered in his clothes, which look usually quite loose and long on you. Adorable, he thinks.
‘Start being more careful, love. It wouldn't be good if you caught a cold.’
‘Hmm, I don't know. The idea of having you overprotective and glued to me to see if I need you sounds very, very tempting.’ You reply with a giggle as you look at him. He smiles back.
‘What do you mean? I'm always like this. Whether you have a cold or not.’ And he's right. He's so right that you capture his lips in a kiss, which starts slowly and tenderly, but then it gains passion and energy, until...
‘...Y/n, you're killing me. Let's go home… I haven't given you your real Valentine's Day gift yet.’ He says, breaking the kiss, breathing heavily.
‘Huh? What gift?’
‘The kind of gift you can't give in a public park, love.’
n/a: As always: please be kind, English is not my native language, so I apologise for any spelling/grammar mistakes or parts that are confusing. I have been (and still am) completely uninspired lately, so I apologise in advance if you don't really like the way this short fic unfolds and such.
Yan!Batfam x Sons of the Forest! Reader [SPOILERS FOR THE GAMES] [Ramble]
Cause I JUST got the game and buddy let me tell you. I had way too much fun running people over with a golf cart. It was the best part of the entire game and I've never laughed so much. Also there's a really long ramble about the two games so you can just skip past that if you want.
Game's also on sale in steam rn for like $9.
Also some disclaimers and warnings: Gore, violence, possessive/obsessive behavior, death, cults, we get to run over so many people with a golf cart
SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT
So basically if you don't know the game, it starts with the first game called The Forest and it's where you play as a guy flying with your son named Timmy but your plane gets cut in half and you wake up to find your son is missing. Then you go on this long ass search to find the rest of the people who were on the plane with you, however you find that most of them are Dead and have been brutally murdered by the cannibals who reside on the island.
Then you have to go through so many caves to try and find clues to get your son back. Then you DO find it and get your son back, however his life has been traded for some girl, who is the daughter of the guy in red who kidnaped your kid. Then she kills her dad, the guy in red, and has, like, a stroke and turns into a monster that you have to beat tf outta.
She dies and you hurry to see if you can turn your son back to normal but it's too late. Then you find the red guy dead and follow the clues into a room where you find a device that can bring down a plane and you can chose to bring it down and bring your son back to life.
That's only the first game. In the second game you're a journalist [I think] and you come to the island to search for two missing Billionaires and their daughter. However upon arrival your helicopter gets shot down and only you and one other guy named Kelvin survive the crash [Rip to my boy Fisheyes, I didn't know them but they were cool af].
Later on in the game you befriend a mutated person who turns out to be the daughter you were looking for named Virginia who has three arms and three legs. Then you run all over the fucken island and find the restore they were making, and also you find Timmy from the first game and also his father [the guy you played as in the first game].
Turns out one of the workers was a double agent and was working for the company that Red Guy ran from the first game. Basically what it boils down to is that the three of you [Minus the double crosser and Timmy's father, he went of island cause he got shot by the double crosser. And well not the double crosser cause who wants to work with someone trying to kill them?] are searching for a golden cube in the caves.
Why? Cause if you aren't in the cube you will get mutated because it turns on every 8 lunar cycles, which I think is every 32 weeks? I forgot. Also the island had cultists before so that's a whole thing I don't remember about.
Anyway with ALL that out of the way I'm finally free to write!!
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Firstly you'd like to claim that nowhere, not even once, in your entire life have you claimed to be a good person. That being said you also never claimed to be a horrible person.
But would you feel bad about running over these mutated cannibals? Fuck no. It's funny seeing them try to attack you only to get chopped up under your blue golf cart. You aren't entirely sure what the hell they made these golf carts out of considering that not once have they exploded, got damaged nor had blood stain it, or got so stuck to the point you couldn't flip or push it free.
In fact you could drive sideways with these fuckers, even get flipped over and not fall out! It's like some divine chariot was thrown onto this cursed island for you to get your grubby hands on.
You let out an excited scream as you ran over another cannibal who was crawling around on all fours. Sure if it was the you who first crashed onto this island you'd feel a bit bad for taking pleasure in killing someone, but after having your makeshift camp get swarmed by an entire group of these fuckers while you were sleeping you no longer feel bad for them.
Nobody messes with your sleep, not even mutated cannibal cultist who did weird ass backflips and tried to hit you with a boat motor. Also you got pissed when they started attacking your newest friend Kelvin, mainly because he was suffering from a heavy ass concussion and just had both of his eardrums burst- rendering him deaf and also bleeding from both ears.
Sadly you couldn't help him much since you weren't a doctor. The best you could do at the moment was watch his back while he watched yours.
Speaking of Kelvin, he held tightly onto the seat of the golf cart, looking pale with worry as you circled back and ran someone over again. Hey you had to double back to make sure they wouldn't get up, you were just looking out for later. Virginia was sitting in the back of the cart, legs folded up so she didn't scratch her feet on any of the rocks and sticks below the cart.
She held a pleasant smile on her face as she held onto the handles of the cart. You turned the cart sharply, making it spin in a circle as you laughed at the poor mutant in the middle trying to hit you with a spear. However you were too fast and all attempts missed. Once you grew bored of rage baiting the fucker you backed up and slammed right into them, watching them fall under your wheels.
"Oh shit. I 'aint gonna lie you guys, Ion got my license" The cart jolted a bit as you ran over another one. Sadly you didn't manage to hit them properly and only managed to tear off their leg, so now it was crying on the floor like a loser. So you backed up and put it out of its misery.
Man this was the coolest moment of your entire life. Well it was because soon the ground under you started shaking, which has never happened before. No matter how much you pressed the pedal to the metal you couldn't outrun the cracks forming on the ground.
"Shit! Hold on!" You threw out an arm to keep Kelvin in the cart, and you felt a bit bad you couldn't do the same to Virginia but when you risked a glance you saw that all three of her arms were holding onto the cart for dear life.
The ground gave way and the cart fell through. You shut your eyes tightly as you braised for impact. The cart hit the floor with a loud as thump against the harsh floor. Wait a second, was that?
You opened your eyes in confusion as you saw that the three of you were outside an old looking manor. This was weird as fuck, you don't remember hearing anything about an old gothic looking manor residing on the island.
You looked around, noticing a foggy city in the distance. You raised a brow and looked back to your companions, noticing them looking around as well. Seems like they were also unaware of this. You shuddered at the thought of having to fight an entire city worth of mutants.
I mean the camps were already hard enough, well unless you had a golf cart, but an entire city? Yeah that's a fat no for you. You'd take your chances with the sharks in the cave. Or...the manor? Yeah, the manor doesn't seem too bad. It's not like there was anything crazy going on in there....right?
You hesitantly drove past the gates, stopping only when you were at the bottom of the stairs of the front door. You took a moment to breath, feeling the adrenalin finally dwindle out of your system. Placing two feet on the cobblestone you got out of the car, taking Virginia's hand to help her down before moving on to Kelvin.
Despite actually fighting for your life on the island you would never throw away your humanity and mistreat the only other people who weren't actively trying to kill you. Plus they were nice to you and helped you out more times than you could count, so of course you'd take a hit for them.
You'd kill for them, you have killed for them, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You clutched the handmade spear in your sweaty palms as you stepped closer to the door. Once you were close enough to knock you took a moment to look around.
The place looked clean. There was no blood splatters, nothing tipped over and broken. In fact the place looked well maintained like people were still living here. You held out hope that they were friendly.
Call it being naive but you liked to think there's a good side to every bad event you faced. For example: you may have been shot from the sky and stranded on a killer island with freaky shit running wild, but you did get two new friends and a magic golf cart. So lose-win?
You stepped up to the door before knocking twice on the large dark wooded doors. You waited at least a second before turning to your friends and shrugging your shoulders. But as soon as you lifted a foot to leave someone opened the door.
Startled by the unexpected lights you almost fell flat on your face, but thankfully Virginia caught you, helping you steady yourself. The three of you turned to face the old man dressed in a fine suit.
He stood in the doorway with a gray eyebrow raised as he took in the site of all of you. After a moment he spoke, his voice flat with only the barest hint of confusion "Can I help the three of you? You seem, hmm how should I say this...very lost."
To say you almost burst into fat ugly tears would be an understatement. How long has it been since you heard the voice of someone who wanted to help? Or heard a voice in person? Virginia didn't speak much, and since Kelvins hearing has gone 'poof' he couldn't exactly speak either. You also hadn't spoke in a long while since you've communicated with the two of them by writing or vague gesturing.
"Can we...just stay a moment? It's been...a long journey." Came your raspy response as you nearly fell to your knees. It was like a heavy boulder had been lifted from your shoulders. Every wound you had gotten, every scar that covered your body, every bruise and bump you carried, all felt unimportant the moment you stepped inside.
The man looked the three of you up and down, not really saying anything as he noticed the amount of blood the three of you were covered in. While you had fun running people over you still had to leave it to go into the caves, pick up items, and sleep- which meant that you weren't immune to getting into fights.
Each fight you got into was a bloody battle, swinging with all your might as they surrounded you in groups of three or more. Some days you felt like a wild animal as you bared your teeth and fought them off with the only goal on your mind being to survive. Hell the first time you got into a fight on the island you got your ass handed to you, twice, by some guy running around with a working boat motor.
Yeah those headaches that you got after was a pain in the ass to deal with when you add onto the fact that these losers kept swarming your camp as you tried to sleep. Fun times...
Sometimes you were unable to win, and you got knocked out and tied up in one of their camps. Thankfully you were always able to cut yourself free, grab your items, and run for the hills like your ass was on fire. You knew when to pick your battles....most of the time.
The gashes that covered almost every inch of your body had faded into a dull throb thanks to the adrenaline, but now that you were no longer hyped up on it you were starting to feel yourself grow tired as they started to burn and ache once again.
The man said nothing but stepped aside and the three of you were aloud to enter the manor. It was neatly decorated and well taken care of, not a single thing out of place. You stumbled as you felt the strength to hold yourself up leave the moment you touched the freshly vacuumed carpet.
Kelvin threw your arm over his shoulder and helped you sit down at one of the couches with Virginia following suit. The three of you curled up on the couch as if it was the most natural thing. When was the last time you had a moment to rest? To take a break from trying to survive where every turn wanted you dead or torn apart?
The well dressed man stepped in front of you and told you his name. It turns out that Alfred was the butler and not actually the owner of the manor, and that some guy named Bruce Wayne actually owned it. Which was weird because you've never heard of some rich family who went by the last name Wayne. Sure you knew about the Puffton's but that's only because you were looking for them, and also Virginia was their daughter. But Wayne? It didn't really ring any bells.
After saying you've never heard of the guy the two of you entered a long winded conversation about everything. From comparing everything the two of you knew, and you mean everything, you found that you weren't exactly on that island anymore nor were you in your original world.
Why? Because instead of it being, like, 2026 it was now somewhere around 2019? Which was really weird but that's okay, you've faced weirder- cough freaky fat flesh blob that spit out evil BABIES cough, but you had also landed in some place named Gotham. You've looked over every map before you got on that plane, trying to find every location the Puffton family could have visited and you've never seen any city named Gotham. Not even a town.
Once you got into explaining the story behind your wounds, and also your friends and their own oddities, had you actually managed to get a concerned look from Alfred. As you babbled on about everything you've faced, and all the horrors you've seen like it was just a game or a weird dream, you didn't notice the growing shadow behind you.
It was only until you got to the part where you massacred an entire camp of cannibals did you hear someone clear their throat behind you. With a slow turn of your head and a quick tug at the staff behind you did you finally turn around. The tip of your spear faced a group of seven people, all with varying heights.
Two of them looked like a copy paste of the older man, and two more looked very similar to him. They all stared down at you as you looked them over. It seems all of you were stuck at an impasse.
You were waying your options on what to do next. On one hand you could wake up your friends and hull ass to the cart and drive away, but then that would leave you stranded in some weird alternate dimension but on the other hand you know nothing about these pepople.
You don't know what they stand for, how they acted around others, or if they were even good people. How do you know they wouldn't stab you in the back and dump your body into a river? You didn't, so you kept your grip steady and your feet planted.
"Now, now, let's not fight. Master [Name], I would like for you all to meet Master Bruce and his family. They are the ones who own this house, and could quite possibly help you." Alfred rested a hand on your shoulder, moving to take away your spear.
You rolled out of the way, hands gripping the spear even tighter as you now stood a few feet away from them. "Don't. I'm keeping all my weapons. You'll have to pry them out of my cold dead hands." Your voice was a low hiss, almost a small growl as you slowly lowered your weapon. You'd rather get bit by the teeth monster in the caves than let go of your weapons. Was that a little dramatic? Yes, but sue a guy for wanting to remain safe.
Alfred let out a sigh as the Wayne's slowly untensed and looked you over. Their eyes then moved to your friends and you wanted to kick yourself for leaving the two of them asleep and close to them. But would they really attack people sleeping?
That was a low blow even for you, but the more you looked at them the more you were less certain they would attack your friends. So you put away your weapon, stuffing it back into it's spot in your bag, and crossed your arms.
Your eyes narrowed as you looked them up and down. They didn't seem that threatening now that you were getting a proper look at them. Who knows? Maybe they could help you 0ut.
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So basically Reader is like every survival protagonist ever, and what I mean by that is that they're fucken crazy. Sure it took them a bit to get to that point- cough read about two days before they went balls to the walls crazy cough, but they were very goal ordinated.
Have you seen any of those playthroughs were people speed run? Yeah Reader was kinda like that except they often took many side quests to cause as much chaos as they could.
Listen. If you were stranded on an island with weird flesh things that tried to attack you, and swarms upon swarms of cannibal freaks trying to eat you as well, you'd also go crazy. But Reader likes to think they're doing as well as anyone could be.
When it comes to how they interact with the batfam it's like one of those memes where someone wants to keep a pet, but the pet is so obviously frothing at the mouth with rabies.
Or actually it's more like trying to keep an Opossum or a hamster where you think "Oh I'm just getting the one" but then suddenly out of nowhere you end up with two or three.
I feel like in this case Damian and Jason would be the first to befriend Reader. Mainly because Reader gives off "Wont hesitate to stab first and ask questions later" vibes that the two of them are well accustomed to. Also because once they start going through Readers backpack the amount of skulls, bones, freaky flesh, animal pelts, C4, stun gun, grenades, and just so much other concerning shit Reader has- that they have no other option but to be slightly impressed at the amount of stuff they have.
And they're carrying all that? And aren't even tired??? The fuck is this dude made out of. But then they get to the cart. It's like a battle for who can get to the cart first while Reader takes it for a joy ride around the manor.
Duke being the lucky man that he is, gets to sit shotgun while Dick and Tim scramble to get to the seats in the back. Damian held no interest in actually getting into the cart and claims that he was above that, he really wasn't he just didn't want to look childish in front of everyone else, and Jason was fuming that Cass and Time conspired against him.
However after seeing how crazy Reader drives up and down the path, before they get the bright idea to drive into the forest, he's suddenly feeling very glad he didn't sit down. Of course since a little goes a long way for the cart, once Reader actually picks up the speed does things start get weird.
The car hits a rock and spins out of control, but nobody seems to be feeling the gravity of spinning. They all remained seated and aren't being jostled around. But that's not the weird part. The weird part is that once they hit a slope and flipped over the car didn't take any damage. And all Reader had to do to fix it? Get out the cart and lift it like it weighed nothing and push it backwards a bit. Then they proceeded to hit almost every other tree as they somehow managed to swerve around a handful of other trees.
The look in Readers eyes as they started to floor it was concerning and Duke was feeling very unsafe in the cart. Tim however? Tim was making plans on the amount of things he could do with this cart. The chaos, the- Dick gave him a pointed look and Tim felt slightly offended that Dick wouldn't let him get the cart.
Safe to say Reader no longer has any actual drivers rights in the entirety of Gotham. Bruce made sure of that because B is a loser. But yeah.
I think Kelvin and Dick would get a long well because the two of them are very friendly and helpful. Alfred would have to check over Kelvins injuries because the blood was still there despite it being a handful of weeks since the crash.
But Virginia? She'd somehow get along well with Cass and Damian. I think that's mainly due to the fact that the two of them are both very quiet. Sure the two would be interested in their newest friends extra limbs but I'm sure the three of them will manage to get along like a house on fire.
However when it comes to Reader and Bruce? Chaos. Sure Reader manages to inspire chaos in almost everything they do but this time it's more personal with Bruce.
We all know Bruce has a type for those who are stronger and smarter than him, but he also has a type for those who can hold their own in a spar or fight against him. I like to think that Bruce would get smitten once he figures out how smart and strong Reader is. Surviving against those monsters, cannibals, and the other weird shit, with nothing but a hording problem and quick thinking? Oh yeah, bro wants a slice of that.
So that's all I've got. I had like a whole plan for this but the longer I type the less I know how to make things fit together properly. Kinda feels like building a sandcastle haha.
Also the 3rd part for the Danny! Reader is going to be put on hold for a hot minuet cause I'm swamped with work for the next few days. I'll try and write every so often but it's hard to write when I'm worn out from work.
But anyway here's the Taglist: @linasrosetown @blapbloep @marlakarven @dannyisdying @iloveescara @holyfishbailiffpeanut @ghost-of-the-firefly993 @kingofghostscr @rae-codez @shinning-stars
okay Can I Please Get a Shallot X ADHD! Puerto Rican GN! reader Please?
ADHD! Puerto Rican Reader
Thesaurus:)
Porque: because
Dame un break: Gimme a break
Por favor: please
Arroz con pollo: rice and chicken combined
Pasteles: cakes
Amor: love
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Shallot learned very quickly that being around you meant two things:
Things were never quiet.
He never wanted them to be.
You were currently pacing in a loose circle, half-focused on three things at once: talking, fiddling with your scouter, and aggressively trying to remember what you were about to say.
“…okay so THEN I thought, wait- hold on- no porque THAT’S not what I meant-”
Shallot watched you fondly, arms crossed, tail swishing behind him.
“You’re doing it again,” he said, amused.
You stopped dead in your tracks.
“…Doing what?”
He smiled. “Thinking faster than you can talk.”
You groaned dramatically. “Ugh. I hate when my brain hits turbo mode. Dame un break, por favor.”
Shallot didn’t understand every word, but he understood you. He stepped closer, gently catching your hands before you could wander off again.
“Okay,” he said softly. “Slow down. Start from the beginning.”
You blinked at him, then laughed. “See? This is why I like you. You don’t get annoyed.”
“Why would I?” he replied, genuinely confused. “You’re exciting.”
That made your chest warm.
Later, while resting after training, you sat beside him on a rock, legs swinging. You were rambling again, about food this time.
“I miss arroz con pollo so bad,” you muttered. “And pasteles? Don’t even get me started.”
Shallot tilted his head. “Is that… fighting food?”
You snorted. “No, amor, that’s comfort food.”
“…Can I try it someday?”
You turned to him, eyes lighting up instantly. “WAIT- really?? Because I will absolutely cook for you. Like. A lot. Too much. You’re gonna regret saying yes.”
Shallot laughed, loud and unrestrained. “I doubt that.”
You leaned into his side without thinking, absentmindedly fidgeting with the edge of his glove.
Sometimes you forgot where you were.
Sometimes your attention drifted.
Sometimes you talked too much, or forgot things, or switched topics mid-sentence.
Shallot never made you feel like any of that was a problem.
When you got overstimulated, he grounded you.
When you got distracted, he gently brought you back.
When you switched languages mid-thought-
“-no, because I swear, if one more person interrupts me while I’m thinking-”
