#He's allowed to call me a pony though

[lovebandit42069]

Happy pride from me and my pronouns everyone (/reference)

I don't have any pride art planned necessarily but this sketchpage I got from @mavlotov is pretty much the same thing right

Gravroires uses It/Its pronouns only!! (Proship and Minors please do not interact) (Get your own art from Mav here!!!!)

[bonzirella]

IT'S LIKE A POLAROID LOVE !!

Summary: The Blue Lock boys struggle to deal with your cuteness.

Includes: Chigiri Hyoma, Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Kurona Ranze, Michael Kaiser, Miakge Reo, Shidou Ryusei x fem!reader. Reader is basically like Fluttershy from MLP.

a/n: i love fluttershy. she's always been my most favorite pony. this is for all the shy girls out there, i see you.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

You love having little slumber parties with him, but he’s secretly thrilled it’s just the two of you with soft blankets, quiet board games, and late-night snacks.

You’re the only one he trusts to touch his hair. When you braid or brush it, he relaxes completely and lets out tiny contented sighs.

During practice, you quietly sit in the stands drawing or sketching, occasionally glancing up to encourage him with a shy smile—he loves catching those glances.

You have a habit of softly humming while doing small tasks. He finds it oddly comforting and sometimes pauses mid-stride just to listen.

You whisper little affirmations to him after a tough game like, “You did great…” or “I knew you could,” and he quietly soaks it in. Even though he says nothing, you know he's grateful for your kindness.

If he’s frustrated or stressed, you lightly massage his shoulders or hands while whispering soothing words—he doesn’t say it, but it helps him calm down faster.

On slumber party nights, you softly tease him about silly things he does in his sleep, making him blush and mutter half-asleep excuses while you giggle quietly beside him.

ISAGI YOICHI

Thinks you're mysterious, but nah, you're just socially anxious.

Gets hyped when you actually talk more than two sentences. This man acts like he won the World Cup.

"She smiled at me?? Photo taken. Framed. Displayed at our wedding."

He over-explains soccer to you. You nod like an NPC, pretending you understand everything he's saying. You don't have the heart to stop him, bless your soul.

Will force you into group photos, holding you like a plushie close to his chest so you don't escape.

Calls you his "lucky charm" even if you just hand him water bottles and mentally cheer for him.

If you hide behind him in public, his ego skyrockets. He's like, "Yeah. I'm hers. I'm the one she chose to hide behind. The biggest honor of my lifetime."

Lowkey brags to Bachira, "She held my hand today. She was trembling and sweaty and nervous, but I just wanted to squeeze her into oblivion. I think it's a problem, she's too damn cute." Bachira's like, "Bro, I don't care."

You whisper compliments and he doesn't know how to act. "Your passes were really good today..." Isagi, internally, "BALLON D'OR."

If someone teases you maliciously, Isagi's on guard dog mode instantly, "Don't talk to her like that. My legs are insured but I don't mind using them on you."

Meanwhile you're like, "Oh, it's okay... I'm sure they didn't mean it that way." He's like "IT'S NOT."

Lowkey flexes your gentleness to the others like it's a superpower, "She's literally sunshine. You guys wouldn't get it. My girlfriend is the best."

ITOSHI RIN

At first, he thought you were mute. Deadass. He didn’t mind though, less noise in his life. 

When you finally spoke, he was like, “..Huh. So the NPC talks.” 

You give him the softest compliments and he pretends like it’s nothing, but internally he’s malfunctioning. 

“You played so well today,” you whisper while taking care of a plant and Itoshi Rin’s face turns as red as a tomato. 

He gets so protective when people overwhelm you, “Back off. She doesn’t wanna talk to you.” 

You hand-feed birds and stray cats and Rin just stands there like “wtf”. 

Once caught him smiling watching you talk to a puppy. He denied it instantly.

You’re the only one allowed to baby him. Everyone else dies if they try.

He doesn't like playing horror games around you because he thinks you'll get traumatized. You tell him that you once helped a cat give birth, you've been traumatized enough.

He pretends he hates it when you tug his sleeve in public, but nah, he's whipped.

“Rin… are you eating enough?” Suddenly you’re the only person he’ll listen to about self-care.

If someone makes you cry, he’s going feral, doesn’t even matter if it’s his own brother.

You giggle softly and he gets hit with crit damage—face red, heart broken, can’t respawn.

Rin’s love language becomes doing small things quietly for you, because you’re both awkward.

“I don’t need anyone.” (Two minutes later, cuddled up with you while you pet his hair like a cat.)

ITOSHI SAE

First thought when he met you, “Great. Another fan.”

Then he realized you’re not starstruck, you’re just quiet… and suddenly he thinks you're interesting like those manhwa male leads.

You say one soft compliment like “I like watching you play…” and he acts like he didn’t hear. But, he's replaying it in his head for weeks.

Doesn’t admit it, but he actually slows his walking pace so you don’t have to rush behind him.

You hide from his fangirls, and Sae deadpans, “You don’t need to. They’re beneath you.”

Tries to act like he doesn’t care when you pet stray cats, but next thing you know he’s crouched beside you with one in his lap

You worry about him overworking and go, “Please rest, Sae…” He actually listens. Nobody else can pull that card.

In public, he acts cool and unbothered. In private he lets you braid his hair while scrolling his phone.

He pretends your clinginess is “annoying,” but if you stop tugging his sleeve or hiding behind him, he gets irritated. “Why aren’t you holding onto me?”

If someone makes you uncomfortable, Sae doesn’t argue. He just shuts it down with one look that could kill.

Secretly loves that you’re shy around everyone else but so soft and gentle with him. It feeds his ego like crazy.

“You’re too kind for this world.” Translation: he’s in love.

KURONA RANZE

You’re gentle, quiet, and careful in everything you do, but you light up whenever you see sharks—stuffed animals, pictures, or documentaries—and you can’t help but say facts about them.

Kurona finds it adorable how your soft voice becomes excited when talking about sharks, even though you’re usually so timid.

He likes talking about sharks with you, and you have about a million aquarium dates planned. You want to go see all the aquariums in the world.

You pet animals gently, or talk to plants and stray animals in whispers, and he loves how attentive and caring you are in your own way.

You quietly cheer him on when he's doing something challenging, soft little “you can do it”s that give him an extra boost of confidence.

When he's stressed or tense, you make him a shark cake and the two of you eat it together. Either that, or you plan something to do together. Sometimes it's just cuddling together and watching a documentary about anything (though it ends up being sharks 99% of the time..)

You crocheted him a stuffed animal once. You had to stop him from getting it a little glass display to keep in his room. He's still salty about that.

MICHAEL KAISER

You quietly clean up around him, putting his books back in place, dusting off his favorite figure, and cooking him dinner. He teases you about being “ridiculously helpful” but he knows he's kidding himself. He's so grateful for your kindness, it makes him feel like he's loved.

When you softly compliment his skills or appearance, he leans close with a smirk, “Say that again. I didn't see your pretty face complimenting me the first time” You immediately turn tomato-red.

He deliberately moves things just slightly out of place to make you fuss over them, watching your flustered state with amusement.

You hum or whisper to yourself while working on small tasks, and he mimics your soft tone sarcastically.

He deliberately makes cheeky remarks when you’re quietly caring for him—like pretending he can’t reach something just to hear you whisper, “Here, let me help…”

If you hesitate to speak up, he nudges you playfully: “What, did you forget how to talk around me?”

Michael loves it when you quietly observe him, then suddenly say something bold and flirtatious without thinking. Your flustered face is his favorite.

He’ll lightly tease you about small, shy habits: the way you fidget with your sleeves, or the tiny sigh you make when flustered.

Even with all the teasing, he notices and protects your soft, gentle side, letting you be yourself while keeping a mischievous grin permanently plastered on his face.

Even when he’s sarcastic or blunt with others, you soften him.

MIKAGE REO

You always hunt for bargains, and Reo pretends not to notice, but he lowkey admires your skill, “You got that for how much…?”

You give him a cute, shy grin after finding a good deal. He’s silently impressed but says nothing.

Otherwise, you’re gentle, quiet, and soft-spoken, and he likes how peaceful it is to just be near you.

You flinch at loud noises or sudden movements, and Reo shields you without words.

He notices the way you care for small animals, people, and even tiny plants. He loves it.

But he hates how you suck at accepting gifts from him. He makes sure to over-pamper you when you don't love yourself. Sort of like an aunt who pesters you to take her money.

Sometimes you hold his hand while walking, and he tightens his grip ever so slightly—just enough so he can feel your hand in his.

If someone teases you, he doesn’t argue; he just glares. Nobody dares test him.

You have a habit of quietly humming when you're focused. Reo notices immediately and soon, the two of you have duets in the kitchen.

You've turned his apartment into a mini-garden. He's not complaining.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

Your shy smiles and gentle giggles can disarm his chaos-mode like magic.

You always whisper tiny encouragements during practice. Ryusei acts like he doesn’t hear, but he does, every single word.

Even when he’s hyped or over-the-top, your quiet presence keeps him grounded.

You flinch at loud noises or roughhousing, and he instinctively shields you—then smirks, teasing, “Too soft for this world, huh?” But he never goes too far around you; his eyes are always on you, making sure that you're not scared.

You talk to animals, plants, or even inanimate objects softly. He starts to do the same, thinking that he'll get some answer from the universe.

You pet stray cats outside the stadium. He follows.

It's worth mentioning that he follows you everywhere. He thinks you're too fragile to be left alone, even though he knows you can defend yourself.

You bake cookies for him and his teammates, slipping them into his bag. Ryusei is lowkey addicted but pretends it’s because they taste “enhanced.”

Ryusei’s in the middle of a heated game. You’re sitting quietly, whispering your usual tiny “yay…” every time he scores or makes a good play.

A fan nearby mutters something obnoxious, “He’s overrated. He’s all flash and no skill.”

Everyone around tenses a little, but you freeze for a second. Then, when it goes quiet, your voice accidentally explodes across the stands, “SHUT UP, RYUSEI IS THE BEST FUCKIN’ PLAYER ON THE TEAM!”

Absolute silence. The ref stops mid-whistle. Teammates freeze. Opponents stare. Ryusei's howling laughing, because holy hell, his soft little baby just yelled like a stadium bouncer.

You turn tomato-red, cover your face, and whisper meekly that you’re “sorry,” while Ryusei can’t stop teasing you

“Hmm… I think I like it when you yell like that.”

“You know, that’s kind of hot… you should yell more.”

From then on, he lowkey encourages little outbursts from you when he’s hyped, just to see you flustered and watch you turn all shy and sweet again after.

© 2025 bonzirella . . . . . . . . interested? read more here!!

[annie-bby]

— dating dallas winston hcs ୨୧

first post since redoing my account woop woop! i have to just put it out there that this may not be good at all 😭 i’ve never written anything for dally or anything for the outsiders in general!!

hopefully this isn’t too ooc, i wrote it in like 20 minutes 💔

send a request in if you feel like it :)

i see a lot of people saying different things for this, but i really do believe that dallas is a sweetheart or babe kinda guy

definitely refers to you as my girl when talking to other people or when he’s jealous

when he’s jealous 🤤 an arm around your shoulder/waist/hip as he pulls you closer.. or as he very loudly says some not very appropriate things in your ear or just out loud to the other person - nobody’s messing with his girl

i think sylvia really took a toll on him which reaalllyyy increased his level of protectiveness, which was high enough to begin with, and did make him question is he was the problem he lowk is most of the time

so patience, as challenging as that may be, is necessary as well as a lot of trust

and with trust comes wearing his ring! i’d die to wear it, so aren’t you lucky ☺️

pda isn’t something that i think he particularly cares about but, in his eyes, if you want it then you got it

though i do think that he always has an arm round your shoulders or a hand in your back pocket

dating dally does mean you have a new best friend: johnny cade! he follows you two around like a shadow and he doesn’t care if you don’t talk to him much, just knowing that he has yours and dally’s protection is enough for him <3

and with johnny inevitably comes ponyboy! now you have your own little squad!

dally loves to push boundaries and that isn’t different for you at all, while he cares about you, he loves to push your buttons as far as you’ll allow him to - please call him out on this or it’s gonna keep going on 😭 he definitely wants you to call him out, that’s the whole point! 😉

inviting you to meet the gang and then going out with them all as a group will take time - he wants to make sure you’re definitely in it for the long run and won’t mess him around like sylvia did

and try not to take it personally when dally catcalls another girl or two-bit starts making advances on you

having you close really keeps him grounded and reminds him that not all is bad, despite the life he’s been handed - and he really appreciates you for that though he won’t show it

when he’s drunk is when he really spills it to you

“dal, come on.” you manage to mutter out. it’s early in the morning, maybe around two or three and you’re tired yourself. you should’ve known that this would happen.

dragging around a drunk dallas winston isn’t easy, especially not when you need to sneak him into your bedroom as quiet as possible so your parents don’t hear. and definitely not when he’s got his entire body weight resting on your left shoulder, an arm loosely wrapped around your arms and his feet scuffling.

dally starts muttering something unintelligible and you lean closer to be able to hear him. a few jumbled sentences leave his lips before you finally hear it as you lay him down on your bed.

“too good to me, sweetheart. don’t know why you’re still with me.” he mumbles before readjusting so he’s laying comfortably - a sight you’ve seen many times before.

your heart softens and you almost drop the clean clothes he’d left in your drawer the last time he was round - for times like these, he’d said, winking at you.

if you knew that waking up from your beauty sleep and taking care of your drunk boyfriend only four hours before you had to wake for school would end in this everytime, you’d drop everything to do it again.

dates usually consist of the diner, drive-in or to buck’s bar. mostly you guys go and get drunk at buck’s, or you watch him get drunk and go care for him at home or upstairs in his room.

the gang really enjoy your company and pony and darry are real appreciative of you as you somewhat calm dallas down - though the gang do have to hear him make advances on you infront of them as if you aren’t already dating 😀

i really do think that dallas can be a good, loving boyfriend if provided the patience and understanding he needs, as well as his partner having the ability to let loose and fuck around with him every once in a while in both ways

— back to my masterlist!

[gallusrostromegalus]

Do you have any plans for what happens with Urahara's shop once Aizen is dealt with? I mostly ask cus the other day I binged the AIEWAM tag, then had a dream about the Shinigami using it as a base of operations in Karakura. I don't know if that is likely, or plausible, but it was fun to picture random shinigami doing customer service.

No that's more or less what happens to it!

After Aizen is dealt with, Urahara is facing some pretty significant personal problems: his rejection by the 12th division, being pregnant with his first child (and Yoruichi's nervous breakdown of impending parenthood) and Nihofornia's National Tax Agency finally catching up to him. As a shinigami, Urahara is aware of the many ways to shimmy around death, but there is no certainty like Taxes.

It's Don Kanonji, the most reasonable and level-headed adult in the whole damn fic, who proposes the solution: between his careers of swimsuit model, UN Translator, exorcist and fashion designer, Don is also a Certified Accountant. After going over she shoebox full of miscellaneous receipts and assorted Papers That Might Be Important, Don negotiates a deal with the tax agency around Kisuke's dubious status as a citizen and even more dubious bookkeeping: kisuke will sell the business to someone with a real social security number and pay up a large percentage of the staggering amount of money he owes in exchange for being allowed to rent the building from the new owners and continue his path to legitimate citizenship and no further financial chicanery.

"Okay, but who's going to pony up the cash? I don't have that kind of money!" Kisuke wails, fully in the grip of second-trimester hormone swings.

"Urahara-san. Kisuke. Sandalhat. Buddy. Pal." Ichigo's classmate Keigo sighs, fondly patting the man on the shoulders as he sat down on the couch beside Urahara. "We're friends, right?"

"We're people who know each other's home addresses." Kisuke sniffles.

"Close enough!" Mizuiro waves, sitting down on Urahara's other side. "-and you're former second division, real cloak-and-dagger stuff. So you know that sometimes it's best to not ask so many questions, right?"

Kisuke frowned with growing suspicion. "I might have been..."

"Great! All you need to do is make Tessai clean out the garage, turn the paperwork over to me and Mizuiro, keep an ear on the line to soul society, and focus on getting this place ready for your little bundle of joy-" Keigo smiled, gesturing around the decidedly bachelor padded living room.

"-and don't worry about where this came from!" Mizuiro chirped happily, hefting a large briefcase onto the table with a loud thud that popped open the lid, revealing a frankly alarming amount of cash inside.

"I'm worrying." Kisuke grimaced.

"We very specifically requested the opposite of that." Keigo pouted.

"That's at least thirty grand in there." Don remarked with a casual glance at the carefully packed but decidedly used bills inside.

"There is Thirty-one thousand, two hundred seventy-eight point oh-six Troyen, which is exactly two and a half times this shop's discretionary income last year, and a very generous price for the business!" Mizuiro beamed.

"Why can't you guys use a normal currency like Kan?" Kisuke pouted, trying to do conversion rates in his head.

"Well for one thing, fiat currency is a hell of a lot better than anything based on the value of rice." Keigo nodded. "Though it is kinda stupid that we didn't update the name after we went off the gold standard during world war three."

"There was a third world war?" Kisuke yelped.

"A cold one, back in the eighties. You didn't notice were busy making sure Isshin and Masaki Kurosaki didn't implode." Tessai called from the kitchen.

"Oh." Urahra mumbled.

"Look, it's really quite simple- you'll go on basically as you have been with the candy shop-" Mizuiro smiled with the soothing demeanor of an unexpected adder. "-only I'll be your landlord and Keigo will be your manager!"

Urahra stared blankly at the boys, then looked up at Don Kanonji, who was reading over the contents of the file folder Mizuiro had handed him when the boys came in. "...That can't possibly be legal, right?"

"Hm?" Don hummed, looking up over his glasses. "Oh, yes. The government would really prefer a check but cash is perfectly legal tender to settle all debts with."

"But they're kids!" Kisuke gestured hysterically between them.

"Okay, Mizuiro might be babyfaced but he turned eighteen last spring and I'll be an adult by the time we turn in all this paperwork in April." Keigo groaned.

"And- and this is clearly Mob Money!" Urahara continued, waving at the briefcase of cash.

"Mister Urahara! I would NEVER-!" Mizuiro gasped with great offense. "I'll have you know all this money came from Perfectly Legitimate Enterprises!" He sniffed, arms crossed and lip pouting.

"That's the name of the Mobile Tech Support business Mizu and I have been running since freshman year!" Keigo beamed. "Makes a good packet, you wouldn't believe the kind of tips the old biddies will give a Nice Young Man in a Smart Uniform who scrapes malware off her online mahjong machine!"

Urahara stared at them blankly, gaze slowly tipping down to the briefcase full of money. "I should learn how to use living world computers."

"NO." Every single person in the building, including the shop kids and Ichigo, who had been passed out under the table after training, but was stirred to consciousness by an impending sense of danger before passing out again.

"Killjoys." Urahra muttered, sulking under his hat.

"Regardless, its a perfectly legal and honestly very generous offer for this heap, and as your financial advisor, I urge you to take it." Don Kanonji glared over his glasses at Urahara.

"So what, you boys get a cut of the candy money and rent? Cause that ain't much of a savvy deal on your end. This place runs at a debt."

"Oh no, you can keep the candy revenue and I'll only ask for enough rent to cover utilities." Mizuiro smiled. "What we want is a cut of your commission as a licensed Gotei-13 outlet contractor!"

"...But I'm not a contractor?" Urahara blinked.

"...Do you just. Not read things before you sign them?" Keigo glared.

"Yeah, you're not just in hock to the NTA, the Soul Revenue Service is after you too for running a fake Gotei-13 service center, and bailing on a century's worth of filings by faking your death." Mizuiro frowned at him with concern. "So e of those papers you signed when you resumed your identity and job as captain- however briefly were the result of Captain Kyoraku cutting you one HELL of a parole deal with the SRS, but the agreement was that Urahara Shoten would be the base of operations for ALL the shinigami operating in Karakura, under the direct supervision and control of the Gotei-13 and he sure wasn't stingy with the budget he gave you! Well. The budget he gave me and Keigo to spend since I'd be the property owner and Keigo would be the business owner."

"Aaaand since you also signed the soul society official secrets agreement, it's not like you can ask someone else to buy you out from the NTA, so not only are we your best offer, we're your ONLY offer!" Keigo grinned.

Urahra stared at them blankly. "You've set me up." He mumbled.

"You sent yourself up for this when you failed to do your due diligence when signing contracts." Don Kanonji corrected him, pulling some documents out of the folder and signing them, before pushing them across the table. "Please actually read these before you si- you've already signed them." Don Kanonji groaned as Urahara slapped the pen back down on the table with spite.

"Fine, fine- I guess I'm back to following orders instead of giving them. What do you want, Boss?" He glared at Keigo.

"Put your feet up and finish putting together that gift list for the baby shower." Keigo nodded. "We weren't kidding that your first priority is getting this place ready for baby... Does it have a name yet?"

"...No." Kisuke wilted despondently. "Yoruichi still isn't answering my texts!"

"Hm." Keigo nodded. "Okay, put your feet up, finish that baby shower list and think of a name for the little rugrat. Just leave the rest to us for now!"

"You guys are good kids." Kisuke smiled weakly.

"Would you be willing to make a sworn statement to that effect, so we can have it on file for any future HR disputes?" Mizuiro smiled.

"Absolutely goddamn not." Kisuke glared.

[poptartcat]

The Outsiders Headcanons

Darry hates cooking. A lot. That rule where the first one awake makes breakfast? He skips it after a while because “the food’ll get cold when you wake up”. It also allows him to get away with not eating to save money. (I think this one kind of contradicts canon but he gives me that vibe icl)

Instead of “Horseshit” they say “Ponyshit”, much to Ponyboy’s dismay.

Two-Bit’s got a collection of flasks, but uses the same one everyday, unless he has to wash it but doesn’t feel like it.

Darry and Two-Bit always joke about Two-Bit getting a job and being in the wrong house because he’s always over.

Everyone assumes Darry’s name is spelled ‘Dairy’ if they met Soda or Pony first.

Dally gets called Texas sometimes. He absolutely hates it and always starts a fight.

Johnny loves cats. Loves them. He just bonds will all cats.

Curly, in a moment of stupidity, tried to eat the cigarette when Tim caught him and Pony playing chicken and now has a burn on the side of his mouth

Steve’s got a car part shrine (they don’t call it that though. It’s a meticulously organized collection of car parts that Steve is always adding to and loving). He could build a mismatched car with all the parts and still have enough to consider it as much

Steve’s the best driver so in the months following the crash, they made him drive everywhere.

Darry’s always been a greaser, always will be, but he’ll never be as proud as all his brothers. Ever. He’ll never grow his hair and grease it back and steal from stores and smoke until his lungs are black and drink until he blacks out. No. He’ll always be stuck in a stasis between the two worlds: the one he was born into, and the one he was destined for. He’ll be old and gray but he’ll always wonder what he could’ve been had he been born a soc, and the guilt gnaws at him

Johnny got new converse for his 16th birthday. Not one, but two pairs because Johnny loves his converse

Dally swipes gift for Johnny and sometimes Pony “Idk it looked funny so I nabbed it but it’s making me want to gouge my eyes out so take it”

When they’re in a tough spot, Darry sends Two-Bit to the grocery store with the list and asks him to grab a few items. He doesn’t hand him enough money, and Two-Bit sure doesn’t have any, but Two-Bit always comes back with more than asked Darry hopes Soda and Pony never find out.

Soda and Pony love musicals. So does Two-Bit, but more for the sights than the sounds if you catch my drift. So when one bursts out in song the other two follow and do a 3 man show. If the mood is right, all of them will join in.

Dally only gets a funeral because Johnny does and as always, wherever Johnny goes, Dally follows

Dally wanted to be cremated and said as much. They didn’t cremate him

[only-lonely-star]

ponyboy x reader where they are friends at school and he has a huge crush on her and so does she but they haven't admitted it to each other. Pony is at the drive in with the gang and she's there with her friends and they see each other and talk for a bit and the gang teases him so much when she walks away about how smitten he is and telling him to ask her out because she so obviously likes him too!

⁠Smitten ⁠

Ponyboy Curtis x fem!reader!crush

Warnings: None

Summary: Pure fluff of Ponyboy and his crush? I think yes! :D

Author’s Note: WAIT- I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Word Count: 1.7k.

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By a miracle, your parents allowed you some freedom for the night. Usually, adult supervision was required for any plans you made with your girlfriends. Since the Admiral Twin wasn’t too far from home, it was safe to say plans were official.

“You know, Ponyboy loves coming here. He told me all about that one time his buddy got into some brawl by the concessions,” you giggled, gauging your friend’s reaction to the mention of him for what felt like the tenth time tonight.

She simply stroked a hand through her blonde curls, shaking her head. “You and that Ponyboy. If I have to hear about him one more time…”

“What if we see him tonight? Oh my gosh, I didn’t even think of that!” you broke in excitedly. With your arm looped around hers, you sharply turned left walking towards the designated area for those without cars. The two of you stood in line behind an elderly couple as they fished for change to pay for tickets.

Your friend rolled her eyes. “If you see him, you’re confessing. You have to do it eventually.”

Yeah, right. “I won’t. It’s called wishful thinking.” Although tonight’s double feature seemed like the perfect action-packed thriller that Pony would enjoy, it seemed unlikely to bump into him here. He surely would’ve mentioned if he were going.

As tickets were purchased, you followed behind your friend as she led the way to the red seats organized in neat rows. She squinted back and forth between various rows, trying to decide on which one would have the best view. “Here is good. And look- there’s plenty more down the row for the others,” she pointed to the third row from the projector.

“We’re early. We can buy some popcorn before the movie starts.”

“You go ahead, I’ll stay and save the seats,” she dismissed with a smile.

On you went, opening your leather coin pouch to retrieve some change. As you arrived at the concession stand, the scent of hot, buttered popcorn wafted throughout the air. You could go for a cold soda to wash it down with. Maybe a box of M&M’S to sprinkle over the popcorn would do. The line was rather short, though you didn’t mind the wait. It wasn’t often such a heavenly scent swirled around you.

“Hello. May I have a… medium popcorn… a Coca-Cola… and maybe some M&M’S?” you asked the bulky man behind the counter. He gave a nod in return, replying with a quick ‘you sure can’ before preparing the snacks himself.

While you watched him scramble to fulfill your order, a few rowdy boys navigated their way under the roof of the concession booth. One in particular seemed to be the leader of the trio; he appeared to be giant-sized in comparison to you, had a broad figure, and counted the change within his hands in silence. The other two- well, they didn’t seem to be as old and mature as the bigger man. The one with long sideburns and freckles repeatedly poked at the boy in a brown leather jacket. “Come on, you get the popcorn and I’ll get the soda! It ain’t that hard, Dally!”

Dally? That name was all too familiar to your ears. You listened carefully, watching the boys with each playful swat they exchanged.

“I’ve got enough. Calm down,” the big man said, pushing his coins back into the side pocket of his dirt-covered jeans. “Now, what all are we getting?”

“Miss, your order…” the man behind the counter tapped your shoulder lightly, bringing you back to reality. He gladly took the money from your palm, carefully placing the bucket of popcorn into one hand while the other held onto your drink and candy. As you thanked the man and wished him a wonderful evening, Dallas approached the counter with a look of arrogance.

“I’ll have what she got,” he announced, pointing to your armfuls of snacks and a beverage. “What is that, a Coke?”

You nodded, slowly backing away from the counter. The other two boys paid you no attention as they ordered nearly the entire menu.

Interesting.

You passed rows upon rows, sipping on your drink with each step taken. The remainder of your core friend group had arrived within the few minutes you were gone. Greeting them with a kind smile, you set your purchases under your seat. “You made it!” Your voice beamed in excitement.

“Hey, we want snacks too-!” one girl broke in as she munched on a handful of your buttered popcorn. The two girls stood from their seats and motioned for you to follow. “Keep us company, will ya?”

Without giving it much thought, you followed behind, scanning the red seats that seemed to fill themselves in by the minute. A glance was made towards the entry gate as more scruffy looking boys came in. Your eyes were specifically drawn to one; a boy that could pass as Ponyboy’s twin. At the sight of a strikingly similar smile and brown locks combed back to perfection, your heart dropped. A squint confirmed your suspicions.

It was Ponyboy!

He seemed to be friends with the others, perhaps even related to one. They quickly filed into a line of seats just a little ways away from your own. Your girlfriends walked in unison with one another as you darted for the boy. A hand pressed on his shoulder quickly grabbed his attention as he seemed alarmed by the touch.

“Ponyboy! Hi!” you squealed, your hands now behind your back as you twirled side to side shyly.

He grinned, flashing a look towards the other boys to signal he was okay. “What’re you doing here? Are you alone?” he questioned, unable to take his eyes off you.

“I’m with my friends, wha- what about you? Is that Sodapop?” Your finger pointed towards a slim figure sitting down the aisle, dressed in a casual flannel and jeans outfit. Sodapop seemed to be whispering to a friend as you conversed with Ponyboy. Perhaps he was teasing.

Ponyboy nodded proudly. “Yeah, that’s him. He’s hard to miss, ain’t he?” His thumbs remained tucked into his jeans pockets, almost as if nervous. It felt unnatural to see you in a setting that wasn’t school. In all honesty, he sort of liked it. This was something he could grow used to. “Hey, I didn’t know you were coming tonight. I would’ve asked you to come with me. Well,” he scoffed, pointing behind himself with a singular thumb, “Maybe not with them.”

The boy beside Sodapop whistled at Ponyboy’s statement before engaging in a fit of laughter with his friend. You could assume that was Steve. Ponyboy had fed you with countless stories of his friends, though Steve didn’t seem to have many heartfelt ones.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you assured kindly. “If I hadn’t already made plans with my friends to come here… then maybe we could’ve gone together. Alone.” The thought send a rush of excitement throughout your body. A night alone with Ponyboy? That was practically a date!

He hung his head as a smile took over his features. Was it obvious enough? Only you could invoke such an expression out of him, let alone in front of his friends. His tough, rowdy friends that often teased him for showing a softer side of himself. He ran a hand down his cheeks as if adjusting his smile to look less… smitten. “Sure. Yeah- I mean, yes. I’m down. Whenever. Like tomorrow? No, Saturday. Or- how about you pick a day?”

The way Pony fumbled over his words only made your heart thump louder within the confines of your chest. Your hands clamped around the lace of your skirt as you nodded in agreement. “When that western movie you were talking about in class comes out we can watch it together. How’s that sound?” you offered sweetly.

He took up your offer without hesitation. “Sounds good to me.” Ponyboy glanced around the red seats nervously, picking at the skin of his thumb before forcing his gaze back towards you. “And… uh… we don’t have to bring any friends, right?”

“No friends, just us,” you giggled, stepping aside to let the boy to his seat.

“Good deal,” he replied, flashing you a smile.

As if you were in the right place at the right time, the boys from before came stalking towards Ponyboy, snacks and all. The big man led the others down a single-file line to their row of seats. As Dally’s gaze fell upon Ponyboy, he registered that giddy expression as one of interest. With a sly smirk, he elbowed Ponyboy in the back, causing him to tumble into you. Dally quickly masked his devious look with a cough before taking a seat a few rows down.

Ponyboy sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, regaining his balance. “I’ll uh… see you around.”

“See you around,” you said, nervously turning on one heel to walk away. Scurrying for your friends at the concession stand, Ponyboy was left behind with the other boys.

Sodapop smiled at his younger brother, nodding his head in approval. “I saw that, Pony. You’ve got a fat crush on that girl,” he declared, his tone laced with pride. This was a big moment for him. He could sense the feeling was mutual, given by the subtle attempts you made to flirt with Ponyboy.

“No I don’t,” he huffed in return, taking a seat between Sodapop and Johnny.

Two-Bit passed down the popcorn, nodding along in agreement. “You know, you ought to ask her out. She looks your type - soft and dainty.”

Ponyboy cringed, sinking his into his seat. His eyes remained glued to the projector ahead as if trying to focus on the blank screen instead of any comments thrown at him. He clenched his hands into fists, “I’m serious. I don’t like her. Stop.” His red, rosy cheeks said otherwise. Ponyboy wasn’t convincing a soul.

“Hell, Pony, she likes you too. Just go for it, man,” Dallas chimed in with a mouthful of popcorn, a few flakes falling from his lips. “I didn’t push you into her for nothin’.”

“See? Make that little ‘movie date’ a date,” Sodapop elbowed Ponyboy playfully. It was easy for him to say, girls threw themselves his way relentlessly.

“I’ll see what I can do. I guess,” he huffed in defeat. It was to be a long night of nonstop teasing and jokes told at his expense. What he wouldn’t give to be smitten about you in silence…

YOU’RE AWESOME!! THANK YOU FOR READING

- Sophia 🫶🏼

[hxney-lemcn]

Best Friend — Daisuke x gn! reader

summery: you find Daisuke different job, dodging a bullet that would've taken his life.

tw: mentions of pony express again (ew)

a/n: this was not planned, and I'm not entirely motivated, but there's not many Daisuke fics so I'm kinda left only one option :/

wc: 1.1k

Master List

Part One | Part Two

“How about this one,” You asked, showing your screen to Daisuke. Electrician apprentice read at the top, the requirements listed below. “I know it isn’t the most exciting, but you’d make good money.”

Daisuke eyed it for a few seconds, “It’s basically what I’d be doing for Pony Express.” “Exactly,” You nodded eagerly. “Except you wouldn’t be floating in space, who knows where for…how long was it supposed to be again?” 

“Like…a year and some months,” He replied back, expression darkening slightly at the thought.

“Yeah, no way,” You grumbled, reading through the rest of the job listing. “Look, they’re open to no experience, it's perfect!” 

“You think they’ll actually hire me?” He asked, brown eyes looking at you anxiously. “I mean I have nothing that makes me stand out.”

“Only one way to find out,” You shrugged, clicking on the apply button. “Besides, are you saying my resume skills suck? I made you look like a 5 star option even with your lack of experience.”

“Isn’t that lying though?” Daisuked questioned, resting his head on your shoulder as you filled the form out for him (he chipped in when you didn’t know something). 

“No,” You hummed. “Lots of people don’t have experience, but they gotta put something on their resume.” 

As you finished, you glanced down at him, “You wanna go through with this?”

“Yeah,” He nodded with a sigh. “I really don’t wanna go to space.”

“Hmm,” you hummed again, resting your head on top of his as you hit submit. “You should tell your mom before she does anything.”

“Yeah,” He agreed. “I just don’t wanna think about it right now.”

“I know,” You murmured, allowing him to play with your fingers. “But the longer you procrastinate the more likely you’ll become an express worker.”

“You’re so responsible,” Daisuke groans. “How do you do it?”

Letting out a short chuckle, you respond, “Anxiety. And right now I’m anxious I’m gonna have to say goodbye to you, which is why we’re filling out job applications right now.”

“I love you,” He mumbled, nuzzling into your neck. 

“I love you too, silly,” You murmured back, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

…

You were sitting in class when you noticed your phone light up. Daisuke’s smiling face popped up, he was calling you. Glancing up to the professor, they seemed busy enough to not notice you, so you opened your messages, typing a quick message,

What’s up? I’m in class rn

babygirl: YOU’LL NEVER GUESS QHAT HAPPENEF babygirl: oh babygirl: srry, txt u later babygirl: love you 🫶

okay! Love you too you goof <3

It was hard for you to shake the silly grin off your face for the rest of class. Daisuke always managed to make you feel like a lovesick fool, heart fluttering at every little thing he’d do. He had you kicking your feet and twirling your hair. Yeah, you were totally in the honeymoon phase, but you were enjoying every moment of that.

When you got out of class, you went outside to a quiet area on campus. Pulling out your phone, you sat on a bench and quickly hit the call button. You didn’t even get to hear the ring as Daisuke answered right away, cherrily shouting your name.

“What happened?” You asked with a smile. “You seem pretty excited.”

“I got the job!” Daisuke exclaimed, not waiting a second to tell you the good news.

“Whoa! Congrats!” You exclaimed back. “Wait, which one?”

“The factory one where I’d operate a forklift,” He replied, you could hear the smile in his voice. “My mom actually approves too.” “That’s amazing,” You felt super giddy. It felt like you had dodged a major bullet. 

“Yeah,” He sighed. “It’s all thanks to you, I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“Don’t mention it,” You shrugged, glancing up at the pink and yellow sky. Your classes always run later on these days, you couldn’t wait to go home after this call. “You’re my fr- boyfriend, I’ll always have your back.”

“You done for the day?” Daisuke asks absentmindedly.

“Yeah.”

“Come over?”

“Sure.”

…

“Thank you so much for helping Daisuke,” His mother gushed with a stressed smile. “You’re such a good influence for him. I couldn’t ask for a better partner for my son.”

“O-oh, of course,” You stammered, feeling flustered at the compliments. “He means a lot to me, I’m glad I could help.” Nodding at her politely, you walked past, heading towards Daisuke’s room. Knocking on the door, you heard his cheerful voice tell you to come in. Entering, you set your backpack by the door, plopping yourself on his bed. 

“How were classes?” Daisuke asks, glancing at you from over his gameboy.

“It was fine,” You shrugged, stretching out to relieve some stress. “Nothing new.”

“Hmm,” He hummed in acknowledgement, beating the level he was on before turning the device off. “Wanna sleep over?”

“Sure,” You nodded, and Daisuke plopped himself on top of you. Ever since you started dating he had become incredibly more touchy, always touching you in some way, whether it be holding pinkies or laying on top of each other like a weighted blanket. You didn’t mind though, it was comforting, and you were a bit clingy too so at least it was mutual. Like clockwork, your hands started to run through his hair causing him to release a pleased sigh.

“Should we watch a movie?” You asked, glancing over to his stack of dvds. 

“But you’re so comfy,” Daisuke whined, snuggling further into your chest.

You let out an exaggerated sigh, but made no attempt to move, instead changing the topic, “When do you start your job?”

“In a few weeks,” He mumbled. “ ‘m kinda nervous about starting a serious job, but it's better than the alternative.”

“You’ll do great,” You tried to comfort. “I just know it.” 

“I think you're biased,” He grumbles, tilting his head up to make eye contact.

“Maybe just a bit,” You smiled, pinching his cheek lightly. “But I’d be a shitty partner if I didn’t encourage you.” Daisuke watched you fondly, he’s not sure what he did to deserve someone like you.

As you both laid in his bed, soaking in the other's presence, everything was alright. Neither of you know just how much of a bullet Daisuke had missed, the ship he was fated to join if he were to work at Pony Express had gone missing. When the news broke, the both of you couldn’t help but be horrified. What if that was the ship he joined? Not to mention the news of Pony Express going bankrupt, if Daisuke went as an intern it wouldn’t have gone far. 

Daisuke and his mother were even more grateful that you managed to find him a different job. Even if he didn’t enjoy it, it was better than whatever happened to the ill fated crew of the Tulpar.

[grlsinterrupted]

heyyy!!it’s me 🐟 AGAIN sorry if I send so many requests but yknow the one I sent a couple days ago abt curly shepherd or wtv but you didn’t know much about his character blah blah blah it’s not that important I was fine with it but instead of curly shepherd but it as Johnny Cade where they are fake wrestling while hanging out whatever and then it’s dally who brings curtis!readers brothers over and shows them saying how he ‘told them so’ and Johnny and Curtis!readers brothers are just a tad embarrassed but also muddy from playing in the dirt!

and they called it puppy love .. ✶⋆.˚

playfighting with johnny | johnny cade x curtis ! reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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it wasn’t out of the ordinary for your eldest brothers to leave you and your younger brother at home by yourselves— darry and soda worked jobs, so they left at the crack of dawn and came home right before dinner. you and pony were used to this by now and the two of you found your own ways to kill the time alone. you typically spent your nights catching up on some homework or baking whatever came to mind. pony, on the other hand, would read and write; though, occasionally, he’d invite his best friend, johnny cade.

the first time johnny came over, he had bruises and cuts scattered all over his olive skin. he was quite frail, as if there were a skeleton walking through your doorway. you could see the terror in his puppy-like eyes, fear coursing through his veins as he trembled beneath an oversized jean jacket. you offered him a batch of freshly baked cookies, to which he devoured within a matter of seconds while he sat in front of the crackling fire, the only thing able to provide him some sort of warmth.

today was the rare occurrence that the two of you were alone. pony, johnny, and dally originally planned to swing by the dingo and grab milkshakes, but johnny took this as an opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with you.

the sky is painted with shades of amber peeking through the clouds as the crisp breeze sings to you a soft melody, allowing entry into a state of serenity. you wave at your reflection shimmering in the lake, completely unaware of the mud below you staining your white shoes. the sound of rustling grass follows behind johnny’s footsteps as he approaches you with a pebble clasped between his fingers. he then tosses the pebble into the lake, coincidentally on landing where your reflection is and splashing a few droplets of water onto your face.

you whip your head back, wiping a droplet off your cheek with the back of your hand. “hey, you splashed me!”

“you’ve still got a little over there.” johnny lets out a light chuckle, stepping closer towards you and wiping the remaining water with his thumb. his touch was so soft, just a light graze along the cheek, yet it was enough to flush your cheeks into a tomato-red hue. you instinctively turn your head to the side in an attempt to hide the fact that you’ve got the words ‘i like johnny’ all over your face.

he frowns, gently lifting your chin to the opposite direction. “c’mon, why’re you hiding your face?”

you playfully slap his wrist away, turning your head back into its original position.

johnny raises a brow, biting back a chuckle. “are you trying to fight me right now?”

you begin to take a few steps back. “yeah, and i bet 20 cents that i’ll w-“

before you can say the word ‘win’, you stumble on a rock, falling backwards onto the grass. johnny laughs, kneeling in front of you and reeling his fist back at the pace of a snail moving. you grab onto both of his fists, struggling to hold them up with your giggles.

the two of you are covered in mud and dirt, but that’s really the least of your concerns right now— in fact, you haven’t a care in the world. you’re too focused on the way johnny is practically towering over you right now, and the way his smile looks so authentic whenever he’s around you.

a few minutes into your back and forth playfighting, you catch the faint sound of grass rustling in your direction. with every second, the volume of the rustling increases; whoever’s there is getting closer and closer.

you and johnny pause, looking over to the side. to your surprise, dallas was right in front of you, point at johnny and scoffing. he didn’t come alone, either; your brothers were right beside him, their mouths agape.

“see, i told ya so! they’ve been hangin’ out this whole time!”

you stand up, releasing your hold on johnny’s fist. the embarrassment practically seared through your cheeks, the red hue from being with johnny alone darkening into a deep scarlet. peering over your shoulder, you realize that johnny is just as embarrassed as you are. you can only imagine how long darry’s lecture will be once you get home..

‘and they called it puppy loooooveeee, oh i guess they’ll never know how a young heart, how it really feels, and why i love her so’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

-

[willowser]

you had only to look at me—

part two.

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 3.3k+

tags: nsfw (18+), childhood best friend bakugou, dry humping, implied virgin bakugou, a tad angsty at the end.

even before i was touched, i belonged to you; you had only to look at me. — the burning heart, louise glück.

this is a repost.

childhood best friend bakugou is probably a wrestler. a lil' rough-houser.

games of tag end with you tackled to the ground, squashed underneath him until you finally agree that he's the king of the world. whenever your hair is long enough to pull back into a pony-tail or little bun, he's yanking on it to get your attention, harsh, especially if you're ignoring him to talk to anyone else. scraped knees and bruised elbows, coming home missing a single shoe, shirt stretched out and wrinkled at the bottom corner: all katsuki's fault.

it makes you a little volatile, too, in turn.

not so much as him, but you grow up defending yourself; the first black eye he gets is from you (if you don't count the time he hit himself in the face by accident, when you'd started a slap-fight because he was trying to hold you down) and you very quickly learn how "unfair" it (apparently) is to kick him in the groin. your parents spend a lot of time separating you, putting you in opposite corners of the room until one of you stops crying and the other is ready to mumble out an apology. you're not allowed to sit next to each other at holiday events. whatsoever. under any circumstances.

he's your best friend. you wouldn't have it any other way.

in middle school, he's just as insufferable, hardly allows you to talk to any of your girl friends without butting in some how, too loud for anyone's own good. he tries to embarrass you in front of other boys, puts you in a headlock even when he's sweaty — which he is a lot at that point, during puberty — and calls you names that make you want to hide in the bathroom.

("why is he such a jerk?" your friends will ask, trying to fix the mess of your hair during lunch. all your butterfly clips are either missing or broken, crunched under bakugou's scrawny arm. "you should tell on him for being such a bully.")

nobody else treats you the way he does, and you don't treat anyone else that way, either; you never make ugly faces at your girl group, never punch them as hard as you can in the arm, aiming to leave a bruise. with all other classmates, you're — normal, trying to discover what that even means in the grand scope of things, who you want to be as the years pass. you avoid bakugou and his little posse of brats like the plague, because detention is what awaits both of you, should your paths ever cross.

things start to change, seriously, in high-school.

bakugou goes to u.a and you — don't; instead you continue on to the shizuoka high-school without him, along with your group of girls. his time at home and in the neighborhood lessens, even moreso when he moves into the dorms on campus, and the only time you see him becomes those few and far in-between family visits he has time to make; some holidays, he doesn't come home at all.

at first you think it's a good thing, because you've never gotten to flourish while trapped in his armpit. yanking at his hair until he finally lets go in the middle of the hallway has always garnered you some weird looks, odd stares, and you finally stop being labeled aggressive, too, with him gone. boys can talk to you without being stalked by your angry, wiry, chihuahua of a best friend, and you go on dates, ride in cars, have your first kiss.

you miss him from time to time, though you'll die before admitting it, and the yearning doesn't last long whenever he does come home. even when you're seventeen, eighteen, he still lays on the couch and puts his stinky feet in your lap and in your face, purposely puts things too high up on your shelves, leans against the front door so you can't get out when it's time to leave.

(he becomes an immovable object, much to your annoyance; in the past, you've always stood somewhat of a chance against him, knowing all his weak spots, like the clump of hair at the crown of his skull and how ticklish he is on his thighs, but now, after all the training he's been doing — he's huge, unfortunately.

if he grabs your wrists in one hand — like he's never been able to do — and holds them above your head, you're useless to defend yourself; there is an absolutely zero-percent chance you'll ever manage to overthrow him if he sits on you; tickling him is impossible, because his thighs have gotten so muscular that it's hard to grab him, and even if you do manage it, he can nearly crush your hand if he closes his legs together.

bakugou doesn't even look like your scrawny best friend anymore; he looks like the guy that ate your scrawny best friend.)

you graduate and go to college. bakugou graduates and goes to work for best jeanist, in the heart of tokyo. seeing each other means planning on it, making an effort neither of you have ever had to, and there's a lot of radio silence for months at a time. somehow it always comes full circle, though, and it always ends in violence, because you two don't know any other way to be.

you're twenty the first time his touch becomes tight, bruising, purposeful — for new reasons.

it's one of the few times he's off, and you haven't seen each other since his mom's dinner party four months ago. you only agree to come over because his patrol route had taken him through your campus and you'd spotted him across the street in the early hours of the morning, after you got out of class.

now you're both tired, lazing around despite planning to get lunch once the heat died down. together doing nothing; sometimes it's a little alarming how easily the two of you fall into each other, but you've been doing it for so long that it doesn't take a second thought.

bakugou strolls out of his bathroom with damp hair, in nothing but a loose pair of sweats, and you're laying on his couch half-asleep and he puts his wet towel over your face and you ball it up and throw it at him and then he tries to whip you with it.

"stop," you groan, serious, "you're so annoying." when he only twists it tighter, you stick your arm and leg out, deflecting against the wet smack he tries to leave against your skin.

his sharp teeth flash with his ugly little grin, and you try to grab the towel twice, ending up with an angry, stinging lick up the inside of your arm, before he gets too close and you can finally yank it from his hands. you sit up to get a better angle, but you're not as quick as he is, as adept at being a brat, and when he yanks on the towel, your whole body nearly comes off the couch, arms almost coming out of their sockets.

"bakugou!" you squeal, and he cackles, evil, and grabs your hands when you try to smack him. your massive, stinking, freight train of a best friend deposits his entire body on yours, crushing your lungs with his back as you cough, "get off!"

he doesn't say anything, choosing to pretend he's watching whatever is on tv and that he can't hear you — which you could believe, because bakugou likes trash television more than he lets on — and your hands are trapped at your sides and you can't breathe and so you bite him, right in the neck.

"ow, fuck!"

when he moves, he moves fast, and you're only hope of retaliating before he flips around and grabs your wrists and holds you down is to roll the both of you off the couch. his body thuds, deep and heavy, against the carpet, and you trap his hands beneath your knees as you straddle his hips, adjusting your full weight so you can at least try and keep him down.

beneath you, bakugou sneers. "you've got five seconds t'get off me before—"

"one!" you shout obnoxiously, rolling your eyes just to hear his annoyed snort. "two! three! f—"

his body snaps up into a sitting position, nose bumping yours as he rips his hands from beneath your legs. a scream tears out of your throat as you wiggle, surprised, trying your best to stretch your arms over your head and around your back so he can't grab them; if he does, it's game over for you.

"stop!" you shout, choking out a shock of laughter when he brings his legs up, trapping you in his lap against his chest. a little grunt leaves him as you jostle, but the tension at your back never lets up, not even when his mouth sets in a firm line and a sharp exhale leaves his nose. "let me go," you tell him, squirming again as he reaches for your hands. "i'm not playin' around."

"too bad, y'shitty nerd." he says, gruff, and when you stick your tongue out at him, he buries his face in your neck and bites, too, taking advantage of your shock as his fingers close around your wrists.

"no!" you scream again, trying in earnest just to get away from him completely, but he holds your hands behind your back and keeps you squished so tightly into him that you can only breathe shallowly, and his free hand goes to ball into your shirt at your side and —

— and his face is red, you realize, delayed. you can almost feel the heat from his cheeks with him so close, and you take in the flush of his neck, how it spreads down to his bare chest, crimson and fevered. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, nervous, almost.

"what?" you breathe, quiet, as if speaking too loud will break your playful bubble, and his eyes jump around his living room before landing back on you, narrowed and black.

"what?" he echoes, voice pitched and mocking. "you lose, dumbass." and even though he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, there isn't any hiding from how hard he's breathing. how subtle he's trying to be about spreading his legs.

all at once, everything kind of — falls apart.

bakugou is a man now, much to your horror; it feels like you've closed your eyes and opened them in the lap of someone else wearing your best friend's face. there's serious muscle definition in his shoulders and biceps, and you can feel yourself getting lost in the curves and valleys of him like never before. he's — you're — so close. more than it feels like you've ever been, even though you know that's far from true.

this boy used to pin you down in the yard and threaten to lick your face, the both of you grass-stained and covered in sweat. you've tackled him face first into the ocean on various vacations, running behind him quietly and plunging his scrawny, shirtless body into the waves as they rushed forward, uncaring of what you were wearing or how it twisted when you both came up for air.

saliva is still drying on your neck from where he bit you and, unthinking, your eyes dart down to his lips; plumper than you ever realized and parted, just a bit, enough that you can feel his breath on your cheeks. and you wonder —

bakugou grunts quietly, shuffling himself so that his back is leaned against the couch, and you half-expect him to just let you go because things have — changed. but he doesn't.

instead the new position has his legs a little wider and you've sunk a little further and you're now very aware of exactly what's changed, and how much. you can feel him twitch, just barely, and the hand he has at your side balls tighter into your shirt, jostling you minutely in the process.

and finally he opens his eyes and stares at you — cheeks burning, eyebrows furrowed — and you stare back — heat lighting up your body to an uncomfortable degree as your stomach flips.

you wonder what he would do, if you kissed him. what it would feel like. what he would taste like.

you move your hips with purpose, stuck on the new and foreign change it does to him; bakugou's always been a tough little brat, and you made him cry a handful of times when you were younger, but this weakness is — different. there's so much you know about him and yet even more for you to learn, and you find yourself consumed with the desire to explore this new, enticing territory.

his lashes flutter gently when you grind against him, tentatively, and then his head thumps back against the couch as the muscle in his jaw sets. half-lidded, his red-hot gaze jumps from your face down to where you're seated against him and back, and it's only after you move again that you realize — he's watching you, too. discovering.

the fist he has in your shirt loosens and his fingers burn your bare skin when they slip under the material to grip your hip. at any moment, you're half-expecting him to tell you to cut the shit, to shove you off and ask what the hell is wrong with you. why you're being so weird, doing things friends don't do to each other. but he doesn't.

you're almost certain that if you put your hands on his chest, you would be able to feel the mirrored, nervous pace of his heartbeat; it only takes the faintest tug of your hands for him to let you go, his grip falling to the other side of your hips. you can't tell if he means to hold you in place, or keep you going.

you spread your fingers out and, gently, as if you've never touched him before, run your hands up his chest, watching the bob of his adam's apple when you rest them on the sides of his neck. stabilizing yourself a bit, before testing the waters again.

bakugou's eyes are nearly black and when you don't stop, he looks down to resume watching the movement of your hips, the way his sweatpants bunch up and tug, and you feel a little zing up your spine with his every sharp inhale and sharper exhale. even his jaw falls a little slack and, fuck, you've never seen him like this.

you never thought you'd want to, but now — you don't think you'll ever see him any other way again.

his eyes go a little wide when you lean into him, brushing the tip of your nose against his. neither of you have said anything and maybe you should keep it that way, lest the bubble burst, but you feel like you're going a little insane.

quietly, around your own heavy breath, you ask, "does this — feel good?"

you can feel the temperature of his cheeks spike, but he nods shallowly regardless, and you press your mouth into his throat to bite him again, just lightly. it should be so that he's a little biter; the feel of your teeth makes him jump, has him angling his head so that more of his neck is exposed to you. when you soothe the barely-there indentation with the flat of your tongue, his breath hitches and his shoulders shake on a shudder and he groans, like he's angry.

"hah, fuck."

the friction in his lap isn't doing much for you, realistically, but his reaction is what has you aching, has you drawn tighter than a bow string. you feel yourself growing antsy for something that you won't name, because friends don't do that, though you can't help but to wonder if he's ever done it before.

you've had a few boyfriends. had a few experiences that ended quickly and left you feeling exposed and uncomfortable and a little in pain, and even though your girl friends insist that's normal — it's nothing like this. bakugou might not last much longer, if the grip he has on your hips is any indication, but not a single piece of your clothing has been removed and you're hot and getting sort of desperate and you know your underwear are a little more than damp.

you want to dismantle his long-standing composure. you want to be — maybe — the only one that gets to see him fall apart like this.

he's been your best friend your whole life, afterall; this experience should be yours. he should be.

the thought has you shivering a little bit and bakugou bucks up against you, pulling you down hard in his lap. dragging across the thick and solid length of him becomes even more clear and another, stronger zing has you letting out a breathy little sound into his ear. it makes him groan again, this one almost whiny, but he closes his mouth to muffle it and you don't want him to do that so you tighten your fingers in the hair on the crown of his head and — just to see, in a way you've never done before — you quietly whisper,

"katsuki,"

and he loses it.

one of his hands slips up your shirt to splay against your back, forcing you closer to him so he can bury his face in your neck, and his hips become insistent, urgent, rutting up against yours eagerly.

"fuck, oh fuck, fuck," he groans into your skin, fingers gripping you so tightly that you think he might actually leave burns behind, and his shoulders tremble before he goes totally still.

for a little while, you both sit there and let your breathing even out as reality sobers you from whatever lust-drunk haze you'd both been in. distantly, you think you wouldn't mind if he pinned you to the ground the way he always does, only this time to peel all your clothes off, right here on his living room floor. but he doesn't.

doesn't say anything, just shudders every now and again, and you think you're starting to feel the wet spot soaking into the front of his sweatpants.

you pull back just a little to look at him and he lets you, face just as red as he stares back at you, like he's the one waiting for you to freak. a little bit of red has returned to his eyes, though they're still swollen and dark with want.

when you lean in again, to bump your nose against his, bakugou snaps back away from you.

"wh-the fuck are y'doin'?" he shifts his eyes to the ground and they go wide. horrified, maybe. all the blood rushes in your ears and you don't know what to say, so he continues. "i-i don't have time t-to sit around all day, so—" bakugou shakes his head and you think he's going to kick you out, and he must know it, from how stiff you go. "so, you better know what the hell you wanna eat."

your bubble has burst; you nod silently and he glances up at you twice before swallowing.

"well, i can't get dressed with you sitting on me, so get off." when you remain quiet, he finally raises his head to look at you head-on, fisting the edge of your shirt again so that you'll look back. "d'you..." bakugou wets his lips before biting them, "need anything?"

"uh," maybe to shove your head down the drain and drown yourself, so that you can get rid of all the not-so-nice feelings that are creeping up beneath your skin. instead of that, you tell him, "just the bathroom, maybe."

"hurry up then," he mutters and even tries to roll his eyes, though it feels anything but casual. "don't...take for-fuckin'-ever."

and then he's up, quick to stand so that his back is to you as he disappears around the corner to his room, leaving you to yourself, trying to smooth out the wrinkle he's left in the corner of your shirt.

[ashthewaterghoul]

Mushy May Day 27: Unlikely Friends - Aurora/Alpha

Prompt list by @forlorn-crows can be found here All my Mushy May will be slightly shorter stories and can also be found on ao3 :) Words - 1k

    Aurora didn’t like waking up early one bit, but this was definitely worth the hours of beauty rest lost. She wasn’t nicknamed princess for nothing though, so she did let out a long and almost feral groan as Alpha woke her up.

    “Fuck off.” She grumbled into her pillow, her hand batting at the Fire Ghoul.

    Alpha clutched his imaginary pearls with a gasp and caught the floppy part of her hoodie sleeve that her hand didn’t quite reach (because it was actually stolen from Sunshine).

    “That’s no way to talk to your best friend.” He said.

    “But you’re not Swiss?” Aurora blinked at him, sleep still written all over her face.

     “I’ll leave you to fend for yourself if you’re not careful.” Alpha deadpanned.

    Aurora’s eyes widened in what could almost be considered horror.

    “No, no, no, no, please!” She said, flinging her arms around his neck and instantly melting against his natural warmth.

    Alpha didn’t always like hugs. His own internal fires had burned so fiercely and for so long that his body had to adapt. Now his skin was hard to the touch and while it may not have the appearance, it felt like an igneous rock and sometimes left him with issues breathing. But, Aurora always had a cuddle pass. She was so bright and vibrant and allowed Alpha a peace and freedom with himself that he never felt he could reveal around the other Ghouls.

    Their friendship had started in Aurora’s first autumn Topside. It was a fairly ordinary visit to Alpha’s room as she was rounding up all the Fire Ghouls and Fire-alligned Multis for a meeting with Copia – a routine gathering where their leader would set out a plan for the Fire kin for how to keep the Ministry warm through winter, what to do in case of power failures and the like – but as Aurora got to the old Ghoul’s room, she heard an extremely familiar tune playing softly within the room…

    “I'm having wicked dreams of leaving Tennessee     Hear Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me     Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene     She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream

    God, what have you done?     You're a pink pony girl     And you dance at the club     Oh mama, I'm just having fun     On the stage in my heels     It's where I belong down at the…”

    And as Aurora practically vibrated with excitement in the corridor – the self-proclaimed No. 1 Chappell Roan fan – she couldn’t help herself bursting in to join on the chorus.

    “Pink Pony Club     I'm gonna keep on dancing at the     Pink Pony Club     I'm gonna keep on dancing down in     West Hollywood     I'm gonna keep on dancing at the     Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club”

    The little ghuleh vaulting through the door nearly scared the old Ghoul half to death but before he could scurry to turn off the music to save his embarrassment, he took in Aurora and how she couldn’t be seen to have a single ounce of judgement for him in her body. The borealis that her horns were home to were bright and captivating and her smile was lit brighter than the sun as she danced and sung without a care in the world, urging Alpha to join in with her.

    Alpha may have turned up to that meeting a little late but Casual came on and they both got a little in their feels with it.

    Since then, they’d had their regular sing-a-longs, meet-ups and such - Alpha loving how much he could drop his guard around Aurora and the Multi loving her friend and using his natural heat for when her abdominal conditions flared-up too. Alpha had even bought Aurora her beloved Hot Girls Have Tummy Issues shirt and she wore it with pride every chance she got.

    The Fire Ghoul had burst into her room with Chappell’s tour announcement on his phone and they both knew they had to go together. So that’s what they were doing now, screens open and waiting for the pre-sale to start. They had a plan, and they intended to stick to it so they could get in.

    “5 minutes.” Aurora said, her tail whipping with excitement behind her.

    “Ready to start refreshing?” Alpha said as he hovered his own finger over his keyboard.

    She nodded, her eyes fixed to the screen as those seconds ticked away. Both their hearts were pounding in their chest as it got down to the last minute.

    “Good luck, Rory.”

    “Good luck, Alfie.”

    They shook hands without looking and watched the final seconds go by.

    5…

    4…

    3…

    2…

   1…

    The sounds of the keyboards clicking to refresh and get in the queue were the only sounds in the room along their bated breath. Aurora was ahead of Alpha in the queue and her mouse was hovering over where the button she would need to press next would be.

    But, tragedy struck when her laptop crashed thanks to the activity on the website and it shut down on her.

    “NOOO!” She nearly screeched as she desperately tried to get back on ticketmaster.

    Alpha was laser focused on his own screen despite his ears being flattened against his head with his friend’s reaction which he thinks may have dislodged all the birds from the trees in the woods.

    Aurora’s breathing was nearly frantic as she loaded ticketmaster again and put in the back of the queue.

    But, the clouds opened as Alpha said: “Got it. Two pit tickets, done!”

    She looked at the screen with wide eyes and saw the confirmation right there in front of her. Her entire body vibrating as she launched at the Fire Ghoul in another hug.

    “Thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!” She exclaimed, planting kisses all over Alpha’s face.

    Alpha laughed and hugged back, “You’re welcome, little ‘un.”

    They had fought valiantly in the great ticketmaster war, and they were victorious.

    The two celebrated their win in the most appropriate way…

    “So shame on me and shame on you     I fantasize what we would do     And how would it taste and the way you move     Oh, some good girls do bad things too

    I want this like a cigarette     Can we drag it out and never quit?     And oh my god, you are heaven sent     With your dirty mind, yeah, you're perverted     You give me guilty, guilty pleasure     You give me guilty, guilty pleasure”

You can't convince me Alpha doesn't love his Chappell

[u-know-mika-luna]

Strike and Spike (Ahn Suho x OC)

A/N: let's just believe Byuksan Middle school is co-ed. None of the characters except those from Seungri belong to me. Credits to the rightful owner.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence, character OOCness, Oh Beomseok

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"Our volleyball team is useless." Ahn Suho sighed, as he looked towards the large crowd gathered right in front of the school, "They behave so arrogant you'd think they've won the Nationals twice."

Sieun said nothing, looking at the crowd, while Beom Seok nodded.

"To add to their stupidity, they've picked up a fight with Seungri. The toughest school in the locality. Our boy's team has never played against them because they've never qualified for any tournaments, but look at how arrogant they are!" Suho continued, thoroughly annoyed by the fiasco taking place. "I wish these idiots would learn something from Seungri, hell they're right opposite to our school."

Truth to be told, the only reason the boy was all riled up was because the chaos had not allowed him to sleep peacefully in class.

"Our girl's team is alright though." Beomsoek piqued up.

"But they've never won against Seungri girls." Suho shot back.

"It looks like things are getting heated in there" Sieun suddenly spoke, causing the other two to turn back towards the drama. Sure enough, a boy of their school had punched another boy of Seungri, causing the two of them to begin fighting

Suho cursed as he stepped forward, Sieun and Beom Seok following, albeit reluctantly. He stepped between the two, "Hey, hey, hey! Let's keep things civil, yeah?"

"Shut up!" Yeong Bin seethed, "Stay out of this!"

'Why the fuck are you involving yourself in this?' Suho wanted to ask back, but remained quiet. Yeong Bin was an idiot, there was no use trying to talk sense to him. He turned towards the student from Seungri, 'Yoon Sumin' he read from the badge.

"Why don't you be the bigger person here, and settle this issue by civil conversation?" Suho asked raising a brow. Sumin seemed to consider this statement, before Yeong Bin interrupted, riling Sumin once more.

Suho groaned mentally, why did he involve himself in this issue? Ah, that's right he didn't want anyone to cross the line. He was a wonderful human being, or so he said, always worrying about everyone.

Sumin had just raised a hand to strike Yeong Bin, when another voice interrupted.

"Yo!"

Everyone turned towards the new comer.

"H-Holy father...." Suho whispered, eyes wide as he stared at the girl. Long black hair tied in a high pony tail, eyes as black as the midnight sky that shone brighter than the sun itself, a small beauty spot right beneath her right eye, pink and plump lips, soft smoot skin as pale as the moon's glow, voice as sweet as honey and a well defined athlete's figure.

Suho never thought that he'd see an angel while he was alive. But dear god... how wrong he was. This girl was ethereal, and to his annoyance the entire crowd seemed to agree to that statement.

The girl walked up, the crowd parting to make way for her. The girl was in Seungri's volleyball uniform the red and white colors suiting her properly.

She stood beside Suho, and said boy thought he was going to burst, because of how nervous he'd suddenly become.

"Sumin." The girl called, "Listen to this boy." She kept a hand on his shoulder.

Suho exploded on the inside. This divine creature had touched his shoulder.

"Don't cross the line."

The even shared the same principles. Suho knew at that very moment he'd fallen so hard, that falling of a cliff seemed better.

Sumin stared at the girl for a moment before nodding. He gave Yeong Bin and the volleyball team one last withering look before walking away, other Seungri students following him.

Soon, even Byuksan Middle School students followed, leaving only Suho, Sieun and Beom Seok, with the girl from Seungri.

The girl took one last look at Suho, giving him a nod, before she too left. Suho still captivated by her presence, stared at her, noticing her jersey number and name.

18 - Kim Yoona

He'd remember that.

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The entire day, Suho was lost in thought. Hell he was so enthralled by her that he couldn't even sleep! How unbelievable was that?

"Are you alright, Suho?" Beom Seok finally asked the boy during lunch break, "You've been spaced out the entire time."

Suho paused for a moment, before leaning in as if to part the most confidential information of the country.

"I think I like her." He whispered.

Beom Seok tilted his head while Sieun blinked, uninterested.

"Who do you like?" Beome Seok asked.

"Her." Suho spoke, stressing the word.

"Her, who?" Sieun sighed.

Suho looked around to make sure no one was watching before speaking, "Kim Yoona."

Sieun turned towards Beom Seok, "Who's Kim Yoona?"

Beom Seok shrugged and searched the cafeteria.

Suho face palmed, "You idiots! The girl who stopped the fight between Seungri boys and our school boys, Kim Yoona!"

There was silence for a moment. Suho looked at them with expectation written on his face.

"Congrats I guess?" Sieun finally spoke, causing Suho to slam his head into the table.

"Ah! Now I remember, she's a team mate of my cousin." Beom Seok spoke up.

Suho lifted his head up, interested.

"She's the team's Outside Hitter and Ace player." Beom Seok continued, "I've seen her play before and she plays extremely well. They say Seungri hasn't lost a single match since she joined the team."

Suho sighed dreamily while Sieun made sure to give the older boy a look of disgust.

"Say, Beom Seok," Suho started, "Can't you ask your cousin to get all of us in for Seungri's next volleyball match?"

Beom Seok looked hesitant for a moment before, "I can try... Their next match is this Saturday, if I'm not wrong."

"Awesome." Suho grinned, grabbing and shanking Beom Seok's hand, "I'll be counting on you then.

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"You're being a creep." Sieun stared at Suho. The two boys were standing a little away from Seungri, just because Suho wanted to see Kim Yoona once more. Beom Seok had left early, but Sieun hadn't been able to escape, and had been dragged here by Suho,

"You're making me late for-"

"Whatever, whatever school, yeah, I don't care. You're stuck with me partner."

Sieun sighed helplessly, and closed his eyes for a moment, jumping when Suho began speaking like a strangled animal.

"She's here." He spoke, breathless.

And there was Kim Yoona in all her grace, walking out with a few other girls.

Gods, Sieun prayed that this infatuation would pass soon.

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Suho lied in bed, browsing through his phone, Today was a day off from his part time job, and he'd decided to use the time wisely. How you ask? Easy, find Kim Yoona's Social media account.

With eager fingers he typed Kim Yoona, and began scrolling through the countless accounts that popped up. Oh how desperately he hoped that she had her face as her profile picture.

The gods seemed to be on Suho's side, as he came upon an account with her in the profile picture. She seemed to be on a beach, hair blowing in the wind and the sunset giving her face a divine glow. She had a pretty red hibiscus settled above her ear, and was facing toward the sea.

YoonaKim.007

And just to Suho's luck, the account was public. Suho could've squealed right then and there, and he would have, if he hadn't feared that it would wake his grandmother up.

And even better? She had a ton of posts that Suho would take his time to go through. He was incredibly lucky today! (Too suspicious... don't you think?)

He scrolled through her posts, pausing when the pics had only her in the frame, without any friends or family.

As Suho scrolled, he came upon posts that were posted a year back, and there he came upon a rather.....interesting picture.

Suho nearly choked as he stared at the post. It was a picture of Yoona in nothing but a red bikini, that left almost nothing to the imagination. Suho gulped as he stared at the picture. He knew he should scroll, but how could he? When she looked so gorgeous, as if God had created her to be an angel on Earth. Especially considering she was in red. His favorite color.

Suho took a deep breath, 'Ok buddy, let's scroll, we respect Yoona, and staring at her more than half-naked body won't do you any good.'

With that he reached out to scroll, but at that very moment Suho's luck ran out.

He liked the post.

The phone fell on his face and Suho sat up quickly, fumbling for his phone. With shaky hands, he lifted the phone and looked at the screen,

He'd actually fucking liked it.

Shit.

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With Yoona:

Yoona blinked at her phone.

suh.o006 liked your post.

She scrambled to sit up straighter. No way. No way in hell. He'd liked a post of hers.

Yoona stood up, locked her room door, walked to her bed lied down on her back, grabbed a pillow, and began screaming like a school girl.

"I can't believe this!" She shrieked, looking at her phone again, a blush creeping up to her cheeks.

Truth to be told, Yoona had a crush on Suho for about a year now. She's seen him fight a street fight, and fallen for him right then and there.

It was from him that she learnt the phrase 'Don't cross the line.'

She'd been too nervous to approach him, no matter what her friends told her. Today she'd acted completely on instinct. The entire reason Seungri students returned back without another word was because Yoon Sumin knew she liked him, and decided that he'd let her look cool in front of her crush. Lords she was blessed in the friends department.

Anyways, blessed with courage like never before, she'd stood beside him, and even kept a hand on his shoulder. Honestly, the entire time it felt like her heart was going to explode at any moment.

Yoona took a deep breath, she couldn't let go of this chance. With a deep breath she took action.

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Meanwhile on Suho's end:

The boy was panicking, pacing around his room. 'I bet she thinks of me as a creep now.'

A buzz caught his attention and Suho turned towards his phone. Reluctantly he looked at it and he swore his heart stopped beating.

YoonaKim.007 sent a follow request.

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"So you were being a creep and suddenly Kim Yoona sent you a follow request?" Sieun dead panned, disbelief clear in his voice.

Suho groaned and showed his account followers. Kim Yoona's name was right there.

Sieun raised a brow at that, before clapping slowly.

"You are following her back, right?" Beom Seok asked.

"Of course." Suho nodded.

He paused for a moment before, "I want to talk to her, face-to-face."

"Then go." Sieun spoke bluntly.

"Wha-?" Suho stuttered, looking at Beom Seok, who nodded.

"Well," Suho leaned back, crossing his arms, "What am I supposed to do?"

"No idea, prolly compliment her or something?" Beom Seok suggested.

"That might work." Sieun nodded.

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"Okay, maybe I don't really wanna talk." Suho said turning back, causing both Sieun and Beom Seok to grab him and pull him back. The trio were in front of Seungri, waiting for Kim Yoona to appear.

"Shut up," Sieun hissed, "I'm missing cram school for this, you better talk to her."

"There she is." Beom Seok pointed towards Kim Yoona in all her glory.

"Come on now." Sieun grunted, dragging Suho towards the girl, who was conversing with a friend of hers, and stopping right in front of her, pushing Suho forward.

"Uh..." Suho began, "Hey."

"Hello." Yoona tilted her head, feigning innocence though her heart did somersaults.

Suho looked at her, and all the complements that he and the boys had deemed fit flew out of his brain. But he couldn't stay quiet and make a fool of himself.

Suho had always been a man of instinct, maybe that is why he spoke at that moment without a filter.

"Will you go on a date with me?"

Pin drop silence. Yoona's eyes widened and her friend who'd been teasingly bumping shoulders with her gaped at him. Sieun's jaw dropped, while Beom Seok stared, both feeling extreme second hand embarrassment.

At that silent moment, a phone rang in the background. And damn whoever it was who kept the ringtone, because out of everything, the 'Sad Hamster' tune began playing.

Suho turned a whole different shade of red, as he stared at Yoona, his own jaw hanging open.

It was all silent before Yoona giggled, "Pretty straight forward aren't you?"

Suho nodded dumbly.

"And as for your question, my answer is yes." She gave him a closed eye smile, and Suho believed he had stepped into heaven.

"However," She began, "My schedule is very packed, and my only free day is today."

Even though he was completely disoriented by the events, Suho had enough sense to respond properly, "We can go today."

Yoona smile, "Do you mind the uniform?"

"No, no" Suho immediately said, "Even I'm in my uniform."

Yoona giggled lightly at him, "Alright, but before all of this, why not introduce yourself?"

Suho wanted the ground to swallow him up whole.

"I-I'm Ahn Suho." He extended a hand forward, grimacing when he heard a wince and a face-palm from his friends.

"I'm Kim Yoona." The girl spoke, shaking hands firmly with him, "So, shall we, Ahn Suho?"

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"You play volleyball, dont you?" Suho asked as he stuffed his mouth with noodles. After a walk to a small restaurant during which the two had eased completely, they sat and ate noodles.

"Yeah," Yoona nodded, a hand in front of her mouth as she chewed, "I play as an Outside Hitter."

"Sine when have you been playing?" Suho asked, done with his noodles and now sitting patiently, with his chin resting on his palm.

"Since I was 4." Yoona grinned, "It's quite a flex, I know." She said when Suho stared in awe.

"What about you, Suho? Into sports? And since how long?" She asked curious.

Suho chuckled, "I'm a MMA fighter. Been doing it for years now," He said punching the air.

"Aweeeesome." Yoona exclaimed, "That's so cool."

Suho laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.

"I feel really safe knowing that I have a practiced MMA fighter with me." Yoona laughed.

"Yah! You're making me feel embarrassed."

.

.

.

"Nah, Suho, do you mind me tagging you in this post?" Yoona asked as the two waited for the bill. It was a simple post, a picture of the food.

"Sure." Suho agreed, though he would've been more elated if it had been a picture of him and her instead.

Moments later, he felt the buzz of his phone with a new notification. He clicked on it and read the caption of the post.

Out with Him.

Suho didn't know if he was being delulu, but wasn't 'Him' and 'Her' usually reserved for a person's partner? Not that he had a problem. Absolutely none.

She'd even put a song to the post.

'Lowlife - Instrumental'

Had he heard this song before? Whatever, he'd deal with later.

.

.

.

"And then, it was the last point!"

Suho and Yoona walked side by side, only the night sky, filled with stars as their witnesses. Yoona was walking backward, a little ahead of Suho. She was currently narrating the most dramatic volleyball match she'd ever played.

"The last set had already dragged on till 28 - 29. One more point and we'd win. The entire team was exhausted."

"I can imagine." Suho chuckled, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Our captain served the ball, they received it awry, and were not able to connect an attack." Yoona narrated, as she held her arms up, "The ball came straight to our setter, who set the ball to Jinah, who leaped up for a strike, but instead of spiking..."

Yoona leaped up making the motion of a spike before changing into one of setting.

"A pipe attack?" Suho asked, bewildered.

Yoona nodded rapidly, "And then the ball came toward me, and I jumped up and..."

Yoona made the action of spiking, before bowing dramatically. Playing along, Suho clapped and cheered.

They looked at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter. Amidst the chuckles Yoona turned towards Suho. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw just how perfectly his features were illuminated by the streetlight. Her beat just a little faster, and her cheeks turned a rosy red.

"Yah... Suho..." Yoona called out.

"Hmm?" Suho turned towards her.

"Let's take a photo together, yeah?" Yoona asked, passing him her phone.

"Uhh, sure." Suho responded, blushing slightly.

He opened the camera app, and lifted the device up. Yoona came closer, hesitating for a second before leaning into the boy's chest. Suho's cheeks turned redder, as he felt her figure press into his. A moment later, his arm lifted, hovering over her shoulder, before moving to her waist and pulling her closer.

Both teens blushed at the contact, but neither moved away.

"Here." Suho handed over the phone to her, "Are you going to post this too?"

"No," Yoona clutched the phone close to her chest, "I'd like to keep the picture to myself."

Suho blushed harder at her words, and looked down, "Send it to me atleast."

"Of course." Yoona nodded.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and the two stood in front of Yoona's apartment door.

"So, uh, thanks... for everything. I really enjoyed today." Suho spoke, placing a hand against the wall.

"Mhmm, me too." Yoona spoke, "I'd love it if... we go out again." She whispered the last part, causing Suho's face to burn a bright red.

"L-Let's... yeah, sure." He spoke.

It was quiet for a moment.

"So, uh, I guess I should get going now." Suho finally spoke.

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Yoona agreed.

Suho scratched his neck before nodding at her, "Good night."

Yoona smiled, "Good night. Give me a text after reaching home."

Suho chuckled, "Sure."

He'd just turned around when Yoona called out once more, "Suho?"

Suho turned back towards her, and before he could register what was happening, he felt her lips on his cheek.

"Good night." She squeaked, and ran into her apartment, leaving Suho dazed and flustered.

"Wha?" He mumbled as his fingers came upto graze the spot she just kissed. He was silent for a minute before a giddy expression broke out on his face. He walked back with a huge smile on his face, hand still on his cheek.

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"You're creeping me out." Sieun spoke harshly, snapping Suho out of his daydreams, "You're still smiling about your date that happened days ago."

Suho sighed happily, "You'll understand when you fall in love Sieun-ah."

"This is the post right?" Beom Seok asked, showing his phone to the two. The phone displayed the post on the day Suho and Yoona had gone on a date.

"Yeah, that's the one." Suho nodded.

"Bro." Beom Seok spoke, eyebrows raised, "She put Lowlife as the music."

"Yeah, so?" Suho asked, raising a brow.

"Do you know the lyrics?"

"Nah."

"It's the sniper and wifey trend's music."

Suho paused, "That means... she.... actually likes me, and the kiss wasn't a 'thank you' kiss."

"Probably." Both Sieun and Beom Seok echoed.

Suho fell backwards.

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🥊: Done with volleyball practice?

🌸🌸: Yup! Very tiring tho😪

🥊: Make sure to rest well, and don't skip dinner

🌸🌸: Yes boss🫡

🥊: Good girl😌

🌸🌸: You coming to the match on Sunday?

🥊: Wouldn't miss it for the world😁

🌸🌸: Then I just have to do my best💅

🥊: Chiiiiilllll, you'll do well. If I believe in you, then you

ought to know you're incredible.

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"Look! Look!" Suho shook Sieun, and pointed at Yoona who was talking to a few of her team mates on the court, "My pretty girl's right there."

"She's not your girlfriend." Sieun sighed.

It was finally the day of the match between Seungri and Gureum. Matches between both schools had always been very competitive, and people used to flock together to watch the matches.

However, Gureum suddenly withdrew without a word. But they were finally back after 7 years, and their first match was against Seungri. The air in the gymnasium was charged with anticipation and excitement.

Back to Suho and Yoona, said girl looked towards the stands and spotted Suho, Sieun and Beom Seok in the first row. The girl's face lit up with a huge smile as she waved towards them.

Suho excitedly waved back, and Beom Seok meekly raised a hand up. Sieun was the only normal person.

Suho had previously introduced Yoona to his friends, and the girl had fit right in to the group like a missing puzzle piece.

All of them turned towards the court as the match began. It was a match of 3 sets all of 21 points.

Seungri dominated the first set, with Yoona scoring the most points for the team. But her team mates weren't lagging, they were right behind her in the scores. After all, Seungri became so powerful only because all the players gave it their best.

As soon as the first set was won, Yoona turned towards Suho a bright grin on her face. Suho grinned right back, cheering the loudest in the crowd.

The second set began after a short break. Gureum brought in a player who had been on the bench during the first match, and Suho frowned as he noticed Yoona tense up as she stared at the new player.

Seungri's vice-captain served the ball, which Gureum received, set and the new player, Lee Jiwoo, spiked.

Silence took over the place, as everyone stared at the spiked ball. The attack had been so quick that Seungri had no time to receive. Suho stared worriedly at Yoona, who along with her entire team, were looking at the cheering Gureum players.

Then began Seungri's downfall.

"What is this?" Beom Seok murmured.

All the boys had been to Seungri's matches together 4 times before, and never had they seen Seungri fall in such a manner. The attackers could have scored some points, that is if the ball could've been received.

Seungri's entire formation had been broken, players were exhausted, trying to cover the gaps, but it was no use, the ball still managed to hit the court's floor.

Score: 17 - Gureum ; 8 - Seungri

"They need a strong serve now." Sieun spoke, "They need to break the coordination of Gureum, or even better, hit Aces."

"Their captain, the best server of Seungri's team is next, that is if Seungri scores a point." Beom Seok spoke, "But Gureum's serve streak just isn't breaking."

Suho said nothing as he just anxiously bounced his leg.

Then, it happened.

Gureum served, the serve was received was awry. The ball flew out of court, and as if she had heard their conversation, Yoona ran behind the ball. She leaped and twisted mid-air, hand slipping beneath the ball. The ball connected with her hand, bouncing up and to a team mate at the back row, who spiked the ball, finally earning Seungri the needed point.

But no one celebrated the point, everyone moving towards Yoona. The girl had slammed right into the wooden wall beside the court, the force of the crash shaking the stands above lightly, and Yoona still hadn't stood up, remaining slumped on the floor.

Suho stared at the scene, heart beating wildly with fear and anxiety. All of them had stood up, trying to get a look at Yoona who was surrounded by her team mates.

Finally, the crowd around her parted, showing her coach helping her walk with her arm around his shoulder. Slowly, the two walked in, probably towards the infirmary.

The match restarted, Seungri losing the set with a humiliating 21 - 9.

Yoona reappeared few points into the third and final set. The girl jogged in, her right shoulder wrapped in a bandage, but the determination in her eyes was unmistakable.

Suho felt a sense of relief and dread filling him. Relief because she wasn't hurt bad enough to not be able to play and dread because he feared she would end up worsening the injury while playing.

Yet, the game continued, still not in favor of Seungri.

At 15 - 10, Seungri called a time-out. Suho looked towards Yoona worriedly, as she stood a little away from her team mates, biting on her finger nail anxiously.

He couldn't see her like this anymore. Not enjoying volleyball. Never in any of her previous matches had Yoona looked so worried. Suho got up and headed down to the court, making his way to Yoona.

"Suho!" Yoona called out in surprise as she noticed him making his way towards her.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he stood right in front of her, fingers barely grazing the injury.

"I'll live," She mumbled, worriedly looking towards Gureum.

Suho followed her line of sight, "It'll be alright, there's still a chance to win."

"How?" Yoona asked, frustrated, "We lost so terribly in the previous set. Everyone is exhausted, I've injured my shoulder, we don't have a plan." Yoona sighed, "I didn't know I was so weak until this game."

"We're going to-" Yoona was cut off as Suho suddenly leaned in and kissed her, hard. He pulled away, moments later.

"You'll win. You're capable of that. Your team is capable of that." Suho spoke firmly.

Yoona stared at him before pulling him down by his collar, kissing him. The boy immediately reciprocated, pulling her closer and tilting his head slightly.

"We'll win this." Yoona spoke firmly, determination blazing in her eyes, "Now go, I have a team to speak to."

Suho nodded, giving her a last look before making his way back. Neither Sieun nor Beom Seok commented about whatever happened, probably due to the situation.

The timeout ended minutes later.

When Seungri returned, they returned with a renewed spark. Coordination and calmness was reestablished. Quickly, the scores started to even out.

19 - 19

Lee Jiwoo served, the libero received the ball at the last moment with her foot. The setter set the ball. Yoona spiked. The ball landed on the end line.

19 - 20

One point.

One more point.

Just one more point.

Yoona serves.

It's an Ace.

19 - 21

Seungri wins.

The entire gymnasium erupts into cheers. Suho cheering the loudest. The entire Seungri team group-hugged, before Yoona broke away and sprinted to the stands.

Suho stood up and moved towards the edge. Yoona jumped high, arms wrapping around his neck, as he too embraced her.

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Suho paused wiping the tables as his phone rang.

'Jagi❤️'

Involuntarily a smile made its way into Suho's face, "Hello?" He spoke into the phone.

'Hello Suho baby.' Yoona's voice sounded from the other end, 'What are you doing?'

"I took the night shift today." Suho sighed, stretching his arms.

'Did you have dinner?'

"Nah," Suho chuckled, "We're skipping today. I'll just make up for it with a very heavy breakfast tomorrow."

'Yah!' Her voice sounded annoyed, 'What is this behavior? You need to eat food to grow up strong.'

"You saying I'm not strong enough?" Suho chuckled, hand slapping his bicep.

'...... What time will you get home?'

"Around 12:30, Jagi. But forget this, how was your day?"

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Suho rubbed his face, trying not fall asleep as he trudged the steps of his apartment. It was 1:05am now, and the boy was hungry and sleepy. Suho sighed happily as his apartment door came to view.

Suho raised a brow as he looked at the plastic bag in front of his door.

"What's this?" He mumbled, lifting the bag up and looking in to find a bento and a sticky note which read -

Don't want my man to sleep with an empty stomach.

Heat it up and finish the food, I tried to make your favorites, but I don't how good they are. Anyways, I hope this enough to satisfy your appetite.

-With Love, Your Jagi❤️

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"What?"

Suho was in class, sitting with Sieun and Beom Seok, and they luckily had a free period. The trio had been doing random nonsense until Yoona suddenly called.

Suho had happily picked the call, but the happiness disappeared as he heard what she had to say. Her school had ended half-day and the girl was on her way home when she noticed 3 people following her. Apparently, they'd been following her for the past 2 days, but they'd never followed her home before. However today they were following her home and that she felt like something was way off and so she'd called Suho.

"Don't stop walking." Suho spoke seriously, "When you get to your apartment, take the elevator to a different floor and then quickly walk to your flat. Lock the doors and windows, draw the curtains and don't turn on the light."

Suho continued giving the girl advice, as the trio stood up, getting ready to leave.

Sieun and Beom Seok walked ahead as Suho walked a little behind. "Jagi, be careful and call me if anything happens."

'Where are you going Suho?'

Suho winced as he heard the fear in her voice, "To put an end to few things Jagi. I'll be back soon."

'Suho.....'

"Don't worry yah," Suho spoke softly, "This is something I need to do."

Yoona sighed, 'Be careful, love.'

"I will."

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"Be careful I say and the next thing he does is end up in the hospital." Yoona huffed as she fed Suho the ox knee soup that Sieun had gotten for Suho.

"Sorry," Suho told her sheepishly.

Yoona huffed again, "Really, Suho? And what did you do to end up in the hospital?"

Suho turned serious, making Yoona pause before she sighed, "It's alright... Just be careful, yeah?"

"I will, Jagi." Suho grinned, back to normal, making Yoona smile and ruffle his hair.

"And thank you for letting her stay at yours." Suho gestured to Yong-i, who was clinging to Sieun's arm.

Yoona giggled, "No problem, I think she'll liven up the place."

Suho with his arm which was in the cast, brushed away a few stray strands of hair from Yoona's face. "You're so beautiful." He whispered in awe.

Yoona turned red at his words, "Yah! Cut it out!" She hurriedly stuffed a spoonful of soup into the boy's mouth. Suho made a noise of surprise as he savored the soup.

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"Suho-yah," Yoona called out, just as she was about to return home, "Free your schedule this weekend, will you?"

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Suho yawned as waited at the parking lot of his apartment, wearing his signature red jacket. It was the weekend and Yoona had told him to be ready by 4:30am, with clothes for swimming, night wear and the best outside clothes he had.

Was he going to stay at her place after going to the swimming pool? He had no problem, but did she have to wake him up so early?

As he stood there half asleep he heard the roar of a motorbike. Moments later a sleek black motorbike, the kind that the 'rich' owned, drove in and stopped in front of him.

Suho simply raised an uninterested brow at the rider, who took of her helmet.

"Jagi?" Suho choked, now fully awake. His girlfriend owned this sleek black motorbike, and was dressed in all black? What a sight for sore eyes!

"Hi baby," She smiled, leaning into peck his lips, before handing him the extra helmet that she had strapped to her bag, "Wear it, quick."

Dumbfounded, Suho just wore the helmet while Yoona removed her backpack and wore it in such a way that the bag was now in front of her.

Still in shock, Suho didn't even realise how he ended up sitting at the back of the bike. And despite his initial reaction, Suho realised that Yoona actually drove very well, how nice.

Suho finally relaxed leaning into the girl, laying a head on her shoulder, and sliding his arms between her front and the bag. Yoona tilted her head slightly, bumping helmets with him as she drove.

"Jagi?" He called over the wind, "Where are we going?"

"Gangneung."

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3, almost 4 hours later, the duo were in Gangneung, at Yoona's family's farm house.

"We'll be here for the weekend so make yourself home." Yoona told him as she unlocked the door of the house.

Suho nodded as he looked around. The house was big, spacious and luxurious. Suho whooped as he jumped on the comfy white couches in the living room, making Yoona laugh slightly.

"Let's have breakfast and then rest properly, yeah? We have a beach to visit later."

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"Suho!" Yoona laughed, "Stop!"

Suho only cackled evilly as he continued splashing water on her.

The couple were at Gyeongpo beach, which was around a kilometer away from Gyeongpodae.

Yoona dodged a splash of water by submerging herself in the water. She quickly swam to where Suho was, pulling his leg, making him cry out and lose balance. Yoona resurfaced as she burst out into laughter. Suho resurfaced moments later, an adorable pout on his face, prompting more laughter from Yoona.

Some time later the two made their way back to their spot on the beach. Yoona panted slightly, still recovering from their earlier water fight. She turned to look at him, eyes widening as she took in his appearance.

Suho was wearing a red unbuttoned shirt and and black swimming trunks. The damp red shirt clung to his well toned body. There was a calm expression on his face as he stared at the ocean, his wet hair sticking to his forehead.

"Jagi, if you're going to stare, make it less obvious." Suho smirked, looking at her.

Yoona scowled at him, blood rushing to her cheeks, "Shut up."

Suho leaned closer to her grinning, challenging, "Make me."

Yoona somehow regaining her wits, grinned, "Gladly."

She kissed him, surprising him for a moment before he grinned and closed his eyes, reciprocating the kiss.

"I think I should tease you more often." Suho grinned, as they broke the kiss.

Yoona groaned in response, though she wasn't really upset about it.

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"Woooooaaaaah!" Suho exclaimed as he looked around. It was evening and a festival of sorts had begun. Stalls filled with food, accessories, souvenirs, toys and so much more filled the place. Happy families, couples, friend groups filled the streets, adding to the place's jovial environment.

The couple had gone home after their day out on the beach, and changed into a summer dress and a casual t-shirt and jeans respectively. Now, they were at Gangneung.

"Tanghulu!" Yoona cheered as she pulled Suho along to the Tanghulu stall. The two waited eagerly for their Tanghulus, swinging their interconnected arms.

"This place is incredible." Suho spoke to Yoona, leaning down so that she would be able to hear him over the crowd's noise.

"I know, I know." She responded munching on her tanghulu.

The couple continued walking around, taking pictures here and there with the signs, stalls and attractions.

"Suho!" Yoona called excitedly, "Look." She pointed towards a high striker machine. Based on their scores, people were getting gifts, but only after a certain height above the ground, the gifts began. Whoever managed to hit the top could chose their own prize.

"Sure." Suho nodded, already moving towards the game, "What do you want, Jagi?"

"Suho~ Can you get me that prize?" The prize was... a fancy hair pin? The pin was gold in colour and had red flowers on it.

"A hair pin?" Suho asked.

"Yes..." Yoona looked down embarrassed, "It used to be a thing between us cousins, but we all decided that we'd wear fancy clips only after... we fell in love."

Suho blushed, looking at her, lips parted. He spoke a moment later, "Let's get that hair clip, Jagi."

They walked toward the game, paying the fee, before Suho picked up the hammer. The boy rolled his eyes as he heard people speak about how he was just a high schooler and to not expect a great score. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Yoona standing, face glowing and eyes shining with excitement.

Suho smirked, lifting up the hammer and bringing it down. Immediately, the bell of the machine rang and people gaped, the young boy had just won the game.

Yoona squealed and embraced Suho, making the boy laugh.

"W-What would you like, sir?" The vendor asked Suho.

The boy smiled, "That hair pin."

The vendor nodded and handed it over to Suho, who gave it to Yoona. Suho smiled as he noticed Yoona smile widely at the hair pin in her hands.

"Suho?" Yoona called out, looking at him.

"Hmm?"

"Can you put this in my hair?" She handed him the pin.

"I-I'm not sure how to." He spoke, taking the pin from her hands.

"One moment." Yoon tied her hair into a bun using the hair bands that Suho always had around his wrist. "Fix it into the bun." She told him, back facing towards him.

Suho stepped forward, hand shaking slightly, as he slid the pin into the bun. What a simple thing it was, yet, it felt intimate and just so right.

"Done." Suho stepped back.

"How do I look?" Yoona turned, looking towards the side, allowing Suho to see both her face and the hair pin.

"Beautiful." He told her, unable to tear his eyes away from her. Suho felt a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest as he looked at her, clad in a white summer dress with red flower prints, and now a gold and red hair pin in her hair. She was...

Perfect.

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"Yoona," Lee Bora, Seungri's girls volleyball team leader spoke, "Can you cover Jiah's right when the other team's Ace serves?"

Yoona gave a grunt of confirmation, "I can do that."

The half time discussion continued. It was the first match of the Nationals and Seungri had lost one set and won the other.

"Alright girls, give it your best." The coach concluded their discussion as the third and deciding set began.

Yoona pulled out the round pendant necklace she'd gotten last week when she's been to Gangneung with Suho. After the pin and a few plushies, they'd gotten a couple necklace.

Yoon smiled at the pendant, Suho's name engraved on the inner circle. She kissed the pendant, and slipped it back under her jersey.

She stepped onto the court, ready to demolish the opponents.

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"Suho." Sieun sighed, "Stop thinking about Beomseok. It's of no use now."

Suho only frowned, not responding for a moment, before, "I don't get why he would crash out the way he did. All we did was try to help him. Today, he came to class drunk."

Sieun sighed again, "Forget it. Try smiling or doing something stupid, you don't want Yoona to see you like this, do you?"

"Ah." Suho nodded. The duo were on their way to Seungri to pick Yoona up. Somehow, picking up the younger girl from school had become a daily routine.

The two made it to Seungri, waiting outside the gates, watching other students flock out.

"Where's Yoona?" Suho frowned as the crowd thinned out and there was no sign of his girlfriend.

"She has practice today?" Sieun asked.

"Nah."

"Sudden practice?"

Suho checked his notifications, "Nope."

The duo stood there for 5 more minutes before Yoona walked out.

"Jagi!/Yoona?" Suho exclaimed while Sieun called out in surprise. Said girl had a bandage on her nose and cheek.

Suho immediately move towards her, grabbing her face in his hands, "Who did this?" Suho hissed. The boy had already been in a bad mood, but now he was pissed.

"It's ok, yah." Yoona nuzzled her face into his hand.

"What happened, Yoona?" Sieun asked, walking towards the couple.

"I got into a fight, Sieun oppa." Yoona said it like the most natural thing ever.

Suho was speechless, so Sieun spoke up, "Why?" He asked, disbelief clear in his voice. Yoona was never violent, so this was new.

Yoona sighed at the question, "A boy in class was pestering me too much. I was just doing my math work," Yoona explained, "When he came and confessed to me, I rejected him, but bro did not get the memo."

Suho clenched his jaw, he was craving to having a good strike at this fellow.

"Then he decided it would be fun to slide his foot into my skirt."

Both boys completely froze.

"What?" Suho asked, the sound guttural, while Sieun's hand moved to the pen in his hoodie's pocket.

"But it's alright," Yoona spoke hastily, placing a hand on Suho's chest and the other on Sieun's shoulder.

"I beat him up."

At the exact moment, a boy in a wheelchair, with a leg in a cast, an arm in a cast, bruises on his face, and a wrinkled uniformed was wheeled out by a friend.

Said boy did not even look at the trio as his friend wheeled him away.

There was silence for a solid minute, before Suho broke it by laughing in disbelief. He pulled Yoona closer, "Jagi, you did that?"

Yoona giggled, "Yup."

Suho laughed once more, turning towards Sieun, "You see what my girl did to that jerk?"

Sieun cracked a tiny smile. ruffling Yoona's hair, "Good job."

Yoona beamed at the praise, while Suho hugged her tightly, lifting her up slightly.

"Let's go have ice-cream, it's on me today." Suho grinned brightly, taking Yoona's bag, and slinging it over his shoulder.

"I have-" Sieun began, only to be interrupted.

"Don't you dare." Suho and Yoona spoke together, making Sieun sweat-drop.

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"Happy birthday, Suho!" Yoona panted lightly, having rushed all the way to her boyfriend's house.

"Jagi!" Suho grinned, pulling her to him, embracing her tightly, Thank you very much."

Yoona laughed, hugging him back just as tightly.

"Here, open your gift quickly." Yoona told him, pulling away and handing over the neatly packed gift to the older boy.

Suho eagerly took the gift and ripped the wrapping off, making Yoona laugh. Suho's eyes widened at the contents of the package. There was a pair of fingerless MMA gloves, an expensive looking watch and Cologne.

"Jagi! You didn't have to get all of this! How much did this even cost?"

Yoona laughed, "Don't worry bebe, mama's rich." She ruffled his hair and moved towards the kitchen, leaving Suho gaping like a fish.

Snapping out of his trance, Suho raced towards the kitchen, "What are you making?" He asked, embracing the girl from behind.

Yoona chuckled at him, "Seaweed soup. It's a tradition after all."

Suho hummed, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

"Where are the others?" Yoona asked, adding the ingredients into the pot.

"They left."

"Huh?"

"Yong-i went to the convenience store didn't come back, and Sieun left a while ago." Suho explained.

Yoona went quiet. After adding everything into the pot and letting it boil, she took her phone out, swiping to a nice romantic playlist. Placing her phone on the counter, she turned in his embrace.

"I guess it's just us then." She spoke softly, looking up at him with a smile.

Suho hummed, leaning down to place his forehead on hers, the couple swaying to the gentle rhythm of the song.

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Later in the night, Suho sat on his bed, looking at Yoona who was scrolling through her phone, probably posting today's pictures.

"Jagi." Suho called out, making the younger girl look up, "Yeah?"

"C'mere." He patted the spot beside him.

Yoona raised a brow before walking up to him and settling down. Suho pulled her into an embrace. It was peaceful for a while. That was until, Yoona looked up at him.

Suho truly believed that one day he'd lose himself in her eyes, that's how beautiful they were, and with the dim setting, it just enhanced her beauty. Slowly, he leaned down.

The kiss was sweet, gentle and soft. Lips moving in sync, Her hands moving to his shoulder, and his towards the back of her neck and hip. But this gentleness did not last long, the kiss quickly turned heated, teeth clashing, passion growing stronger.

Their position changed, Yoona laid on the bed, Suho's large figure hovering above her.

"Tell me to stop." He spoke, voice raspy.

"Don't" She whispered.

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Suho breathed heavily, his heart heavy, he'd crossed a line today, no doubt. He'd broken someone's hand. The same one that broke Sieun's hand.

Now he made his way to Yoona. His home.

"Suho!" Yoona exclaimed taking in Suho's disheveled appearance, the blood on his shirt.

"God, baby, what happened?" Yoona asked, pulling the older boy into her arms.

Suho stayed quiet, burying his face into her hair. Yoona sighed at his silence. She gently ushered him in, sitting him on the couch, and walking in to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

Yoona furrowed her brows as she cleaned his bloody knuckles, knowing damn well that he'd gotten them from punching someone.

"There we go," Yoona whispered as she finished treating his knuckles. Suho looked at her silent, but grateful. He slowly leaned in before exhaustedly leaning on her shoulder.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, before Yoona slowly shifted so that she was now lying down on the couch, Suho was on top of her, head resting on her chest.

Suho snuggled, closer to Yoona, enjoying the way her fingers ran through his hair. The boy's eyes began fluttering shut, her steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep.

Yoona looked down at Suho as she noticed his breathing even out. Slowly, she too slipped into sleep.

When Yoona woke up, Suho had left. All that was there was a note on the table.

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Yoona ran. Ran as if her life depended on it. Because it did.

When she saw the note on the table, a feeling of dread washed onto the girl. She quickly opened her location sharing app, where she had Suho's live location. The boy himself had recommended it himself after learning that Yong-i and Sieun shared their locations, though not romantically.

The live location app showed Suho in a local boxing gym. Yoona bit her lip, contemplating whether to call Suho. Finally giving in, she called him.

The call went unanswered.

Yoona's blood ran cold. Suho never ignored her calls. Yoona ran towards the door, grabbing the first jacket she got, Suho's green jacket, and ran out.

Slipping it on, Yoona ran down the streets towards the boxing gym, stumbling quiet a few times. She reached the gym in the matter of 10 minutes, a record really, since the gym was 20 minutes away from her home.

Wasting no time, Yoona rushed up the stairs and towards the gym. She ran into the gym, noticing a man in a suit standing at the entrance from the corner of her eyes.

"SUHO!" Yoona screamed as she saw Suho on the floor of the boxing ring, several boys ganging up on him, kicking violently at the boy who could do nothing but cover his head.

Suho froze as he heard Yoona's voice amidst the barrage of attacks and paralyzing pain.

Yoona moved towards the ring, only to be stopped by two lanky boys. Yoona looked at each of them, rage burning in her eyes, causing both of them to freeze up slightly.

That was enough of a distraction for Yoona as she dealt quick blows to both idiots, freeing herself from their grip.

Quickly, she climbed into the ring.

"NO WAY IN HELL!" Yoona screamed, as she noticed a boy about to kick Suho's head. Instantly she pulled the boy backwards, sending him sprawling on the ground.

Time slowed as Yoona thought to herself, 'I can't fight all of them, the least I can do is keep Suho safe.' Yoona flung herself forward, covering Suho's body with her own.

The boys stopped their relentless attack for a moment, before continuing when they realised that Yoona wouldn't budge from her position from above Suho.

Yoon curled her self in such a way that she'd be able to keep Suho's head and chest safe. Yoona bit her lip harshly, her body feeling like it was being torn apart, and tears welling up in her eyes. Despite that, she focused on Suho, who seemed to be in a daze.

A particularly harsh strike made Yoona whimper, and that small, sad whimper snapped Suho out of his daze. He turned towards Yoona, eyes wide, as if he'd only just registered her presence above him.

The pain was starting to get unbearable for the poor girl, and a single tear rolled down her face and dropped onto his cheek.

Suho snapped the moment the tear fell.

In a blink he switched their positions, startling the others. One idiot, made a move to kick him. Suho caught the boy's leg in one hand, and snapped it in the wrong direction.

The boy screamed in pain, making the other ones step back. Suho slowly stood up, eyes never leaving the attackers. Yoona sat up, hair disheveled, a few tears streaming down her face.

Everything had seemingly paused, until Suho moved. There were 20 boys there, and Suho dealt with 19 of them in 19 strikes. Yoona knew Suho was strong, but whatever that was happening was on a whole different level.

Suho moved with the deadly precision of someone who'd fought their entire life. And he had. Every single day he did not live, he survived.

Suho struck everyone until only he and Beomseok were standing. He noticed a man behind Beomseok, but paid him no mind. He began moving towards Beomseok, only to be stopped by Yoona calling out.

"Suho!"

Suho turned around, heart-breaking at the sight of Yoona. She was sitting in the middle of the ring, hair disheveled, tears streaming down her face. She was trembling slightly too.

Without a second thought Suho moved towards Yoona, pulling her into his arms. His back was turned towards Beomseok, and his figure completely covered his girlfriend from the bastard's line of sight.

"Oh Beomseok," Suho spoke, his voice holding a dangerous tone to it. "Leave. Leave South Korea." The boy spoke with such authority, it made Beomseok tremble.

"It's best that you leave the very moment you can. You and I both know that leaving is the only thing that can protect you from your actions and from me." Suho spoke lowly, head turned towards the side.

Suho relaxed only partially when Beomseok was dragged away by his father's men. He watched as Beomseok's gang limped out themselves a while later. He turned his attention towards the sobbing girl in his arms, gaze softening.

He leaned down, and gently kissed Yoona's head, his arms tightening around her.

"Jagi" He spoke, voice raspy.

"You idiot!" Yoona wailed, not looking up, "You buffoon! Why would you do this?! Why? What did you have to prove?"

Suho didn't respond, head resting on her head.

"Ahn Suho, how can you do something like this to yourself?"

Suho froze. 'What?' Suho thought she'd scold him for fighting or doing something that gets him into legal trouble.

Yoona pulled back and looked up at him, tears still falling, she raised shaky hands to cup his face, "Ahn Suho... why is it that you always have to get hurt protecting everyone else?"

'What?' Suho thought once more, blinking his eyes rapidly to not let his tears fall.

"Why you? You've fought your entire life... why must it always be you getting hurt?"

Suho couldn't hold his tears in, as they slowly trickled down his face. Then the smallest sob left his lips. Followed by another. And another. And another. For the first time in 7 years Suho cried like a baby.

"Oh, Suho..." Yoona spoke, voice cracking as she switched to kneeling, pulling Suho's face into her chest.

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They say time healed wounds. That wasn't necessarily true. Sometimes, time simply made you strong enough to live with the pain.

Days had passed since the event in the boxing ring. And no matter how much they tried to ignore it, there was a visible shift in their life. Yoona had become very protective, always checking upon Suho every 2 hours. Suho had, for the better, begun depending on Yoona, not shouldering everything by himself. Sieun too had been affected. At first, he blamed himself for the drastic step Suho had taken, but then Yoona slapped him on the head and gotten it through his thick skull that it wasn't his fault.

The three of them healed together, slowly filling the space that Beomseok left behind.

.

.

.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the finals of the U-18 South Korean girl's Volleyball tournament!"

The crowd cheered loudly, a certain MMA fighter the loudest. Seungri's volleyball team stood at the end line in a horizontal line, hands folded behind their back, a calm expression on each one of their faces.

Yoona looked at her opponents, face impassive, even as her heart beat as if it would explode in any given moment. Over the cheers, a distinct voice yelled out.

"Jagi!"

Yoona's eyes widened slightly as she looked towards Suho, cheering from the stands. A grin made its way onto her face as she looked at his happy expression.

Her focus returned to the court as the referee blew the whistle, allowing the players to step on the court.

Yoona took a deep breath as she took her place on court. This match was very important for her, not only because it was Nationals finals, but also because a good performance in this match, would secure her a good chance to qualify for the South Korean women's volleyball team.

The toss took place, the opponents won the toss, and prepared to serve. Yoona gently pulled out the necklace from underneath her shirt, giving the pendant a kiss before slipping it back into her jersey.

The opponents served the ball, Seungri's libero received it, the setter set the ball and as Yoona leapt up, and she swore she heard the entire gymnasium scream,

"Kim Yoona!"

But beyond it all she heard Suho's voice,

"Spike!"

And so she did.

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~And cut!

Lord this was supposed to be a small oneshot. But it turned out to be a novella💀🙏. Either way, first fic for Weak Hero, and for my fav pookie Suho.

If you liked the fic, please vote and comment.

Once again, no characters from Weak Hero belong to me. Only Seungri, Gureum and its students belong to me.

~ Mikami

[cerisahh]

WHAT'S YOUR NICHE

characters included — saiki, kaidou, kuboyasu, nendou, hairo, teruhashi, aiura, yumehara

request — what niche thing (fandom, shows etc.) would the saiki k characters like? - @hanjisungslag

tags — headcanons, yan sim mention, maybe ooc but i don't have the characters to talk to ON DEMAND so allow me some leniency, i actually think most of these are in character

cerisa speaks — hello j my dearest. enjoy your headcanons ♡

KUSOU SAIKI

・　ok hear me out... minecraft.

・　saiki likes the simplicity and how relaxing the game can be, he wears his germanium ring whilst playing so he can listen to the ingame music without being interrupted by voices in his vicinity.

・　saiki managed to watch death note before he could get spoiled mentally. he guessed some of the plot before it happened but overall he really enjoyed it. his favourite character is L.

・　very reluctantly watched attack on titan after kaidou found out he hadn't seen it (the entire plot got spoiled before he got a chance to watch it, why bother now?). despite knowing what would happen he actually enjoyed it. especially the animation. his favourite character is carla jeager because she reminds him of his mother.

・　mindlessly watches documentaries. he's doing homework? there's a documentary playing in the background. cooking food? documentary playing on the tv. walking home from school? he's got headphones on and is listening to a documentary. NEVER nature documentaries though. he hates them.

SHUN KAIDOU

・　no one on this earth could convince me that kaidou wouldn't be in a thousand and one fandoms.

・　i'm talking warrior cats, undertale, my hero academia, five nights at freddy's, bottom of the barrel fandoms, THE cringiest fandoms and by proxy a cringe fanboy (he loves them though).

・　he larps (live action role playing). probably founded a roleplay group in his area.

・　plays overwatch and thinks he’s hot shit because he bought a diamond account.

・　has an absolute temper tantrum when he actually plays on it and falls to bronze 2. tried to main reaper to further his jet black wings persona but got stuck on lucio when playing mystery heroes once and LOVED using him, so he decided to main him.

・　AND HE CLIMBED TO SILVER 3!!! he’s getting out of the trenches.

AREN KUBOYASU

・　aren would def play league of legends.

・　and he gets TOXIC as hell. just says the most diabolical shit imaginable. he has multiple accounts because he gets banned all the time.

・　aren is in a bunch of facebook groups about motorcycles. i think that’s the closest he’ll ever get to being in an actual fandom.

・　i lied in the above text. he def plays final fantasy and keeps up with all the lore.

・　oh and you just KNOW he’s into games like diablo 4, call of duty and gta. ESPECIALLY gta.

RIKI NENDOU

・　nendou plays minecraft like as soon as he gets back from school.

・　don't get me wrong nendou is a fucking moron -- but why can he build the most intricate builds ever??

・　like actual mansions, castels, and manors... they're really good??????

・　and yet at the same time he much prefers to create dirt huts and houses made out of pure diamond and gold blocks. whilst denying he went in creative.

・　is a part of a lot of childrens cartoon fandoms. the amazing world of gumball, aspongebob sqaurepants, and my little pony (his favourite character is discord).

・　still actively plays baldi's basics even though it died off years ago.

KINESHI HAIRO

・　hairo isnt actually in many fandoms.

・　i mean he's on the move all the time, he doesn't have time to be in fandoms.

・　loved the first season of physical 100 so much that he applied to be on the second. (he got in?)

・　plays fireboy and watergirl with nendou (hairo is wasd because nendou can only use the arrows).

・　kind of still watches cartoons from his childhood (doraemon and wonderpets mostly)

・　he does enjoy the occasional comedy movie from time to time - free guy, friday, deadpool, central intelligence, you get the picture.

・　apart from that, yes not much.

KOKOMI TERUHASHI

・　is one of those girls obsessed with the sims. spends more time in character creation and build mode then actually playing the game.

・���has a THOUSAND mods installed, but she has a good pc (courtesy of her brother) so it still runs well.

・　born to be a marvel girl, forced to play with barbie dolls.

・　is really big on collecting monster high dolls. she scours bidding websites daily to check if a doll that she’s missing has been listed. also makes sure her profile is public on there, sometimes people recognise her and give it for a reduced price. or sometimes free! being the perfect pretty girl has its perks.

・　owns all the monster high movies on dvd.

・　her favourite character is cleo de nile. she wishes she could act like she does.

・　plays love nikki religiously. owns a majority of the sets ingame and bases some of her irl outfits on clothes from it, it’s like her pinterest. she’s one of the richest players in her region.

・　i actually don’t think i’ve mentioned this yet, but she really likes monster high.

MIKOTO AIURA

・　aiura, when not reading fortunes, tends to spend her time playing horror games.

・　she's really invested in scp lore and even created her own scp original character when she was twelve.

・　HUGELY into true crime youtubers. buys those 'solve an unsolved murder' packages and discusses theories on reddit.

・　used to watch judge judy as a child after food and it’s still ingrained into her routine. she invites yumehara over one night for a sleepover and basically forces a watch session on her:

“hm?” yumehara watches as aiura fluffs up two pillows on the floor in front of the television, “oh! are we going to watch a movie?”

aiura looks at her incredulously, mid-fluff on the second pillow, “no, chiyopipi. now we will watch judge judy. since i was so busy with work and school im a whole two seasons behind!”

yumehara squints at the elderly woman on screen, not at all looking forward to this, “how long is it?”

“oh a couple of hours at least!”

she’s lucky she brought plenty of snacks.

・　obsessed with vampires and any media that’s vampire related, she thinks they’re the most attractive mythical creature. (objectively wrong, btw)

CHIYO YUMEHARA

・　similarly to teruhashi, spends a lot of her time playing the sims. she enjoys puppeteering the sims so they do her bidding though... it gets weird.

・　YANDERE SIMULATOR. was an OG player for SURE.

・　used to be really popular in the gacha life community before she just lost all interest.

・　flits from fixation to fixation, she never stays in one fandom for too long. it scares her to be still.

・　yumehara is absolutely an anime girl. especially romance, but she also likes action anime’s.

・　when she heard saiki and kaidou talking about attack on titan in class she decided to make an anime editing account on tiktok (it got successful) and she almost FAINTED when she saw kaidou showing the edit to saiki during class (he doesn’t know it’s her).

・　saiki does though, he actually thinks she’s got nice editing skills. he’d rather lick a foot than tell her that though.

© CERISAHH 2024

[fortheunsungheros]

𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝑭𝒊𝒄 (𝑨𝑼)

*For clarification, Y/N was in the car at the time of the Curtis parents death. She survived though, with only a few injuries*

TW: Mentions of blood, car accident, death, small panic attack

1st Person Y/N POV:

Everything is coming back. The car is on the train tracks. I see my mother. I see her platinum blonde hair infested with a crimson liquid.

Blood.

The same hair my mother had just brushed out of her face was now different. Five minutes changed everything. My father is slumped over the steering wheel. The same steering wheel where he taught Darry how to drive is where my dad's lifeless body lay.

I feel my head pound so hard as if someone was knocking on a steel door. My left side aches in an unexplainable yet excruciating way. I taste a metallic sensation in my mouth. It reminds me of when I was little and lost my first tooth after Soda bonked my head into a wall. I hear the sound of a police siren wailing. Wait, it's getting closer.

I desperately try to sit up to help my parents but my body overpowers itself. I realize my right thigh has a huge gash letting out an immense amount of blood. My mouth cannot help but wince in pain. A single tear comes sliding down my cheek followed by many more. My own tear lands on my thigh and I yell out in agony. My body begins to shake in fear.

The sirens, they're coming closer. The repetitive wailing plays in my head like the nursery rhyme my mother used to sing to me. I suddenly see red and blue flashing lights. "Help" is all I can mutter. The emergency service lights begin to fade away. What are they doing?

"Y/N....Y/N....wake up you're having a nightmare." A voice says to me as they gently shake my shoulders.

I sit up in a panic, a cold sweat overfills my body to an uncomfortable degree. I glance my surroundings. It's my bedroom. Another tear falls from my cheek as I raise my hand to wipe it away. I look at over at my bedside. There kneels Darry with a remarkably soft demeanor.

"Hey, you were calling for help in your sleep again kid. You haven't done that in a while. Did something happen?" My brother asks protectively as he cracks his neck.

"No...it's just been bad recently... I can't stop getting back in that car, I'm sorry that you had to get out of bed Dar." I say softly as Darry wipes another tear that slips off of my cheek.

"Hey, none of that sorry shit Y/N. I'm your older brother, it's mine and Soda's job to protect you. Well, technically Pony too but I know you don't like to bring up that fact." Darry says with a small chuckle.

I follow his laugh with my own, as I glance at my nightstand and notice my clock reads 4:27 am.

"Dar, don't you have work tomorrow?" I ask inquiringly.

"Yeah kiddo, I do. But I was thinking about calling off. I haven't called off in God knows when and I need a break." He says letting out a sigh. He runs a hand through his short chestnut hair and sighs once more.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a while until he finally speaks up, "What about you sleep in my bed tonight, just like we did when we were kids? It might make you feel better." He says to me in a comforting tone.

"Yeah, that would be nice." I say in reply as a happy grin paints my face.

We both get up and walk to his bedroom that lays just down the hallway. In a matter of seconds, we

have arrived in his room. He allows me to settle into the bed first. The familiar aroma of cheap cologne and a sweaty teenage boy encapsulates my senses immediately as I hit the pillow.

Seconds after I lay down, the opposing side of the bed sinks down. Darry lazily throws a protective arm over my stomach. With his other hand, he gives me a gentle noogie on the head.

"Hey. I love you kid. You're my favorite sibling I've got. You're never annoying, well most of the time you're not." Darry says with a laugh.

I mirror his actions and begin to close my eyes. We lay like this for what seems like hours until the silence is broken like an egg in the morning hours.

"Y/N, you awake?" I respond by shaking my head lethargically. "What do you say we go to that new bowling alley that opened up with the gang tomorrow? I heard that the place is great." Darry asks me.

"Of course that sounds fun!" I say with as much energy as possible for 5 o'clock in the morning.

After just a few minutes, both of us are sound asleep - without nightmares in sight.

[pumpkinsy0]

could you do more johnny and curly interacting and their little rival thingy cause of ponyboy (y'know what i mean)

how u gonna tell me what i know🤨🤨

•theyve literally never interacted before hand, they rlly just dont rock together, they dont even have a reason to beef w each other, they rlly just do not like each other that much right off the bat and johnnys like the only one in the curtis gang where thats the case

•those feelings only grew when pony got w curly, johnny would try to be respectful towards curly but curly just brushes him off

•their rivalry is more lowkey id say, compared to everyone else its not THAT bad, they mostly talk down about the other only to pony, never to their faces

•johnny is a lil scared of the shepards so he doesnt say anything that might anger him, shit he doesnt even allow himself to be left alone w the guy, but thats more so bc he thinks it would be awkward, so if ponys leaving, johnny trails right behind

•if johnny has something to say about curly, he only tells pony, he doesnt want what he says to be spread around and then next thing u know theres an angry shepard in front of his face

•when it comes to curly, COULD he talk badly about johnny to his face?? yea he could, but pony would be very upset w him if he did and curly just doesnt see the point because “the guy already seems like a scaredy cat”

•shit they dont rlly make eye contact either, johnny kinda looks at him but not for long, curly doesnt look at johnny bc of general disinterest/aloofness, he has nothing in common w johnny in his eyes so he sees no purpose, they arent gonna connect the way pony hopes

•johnny HATTTEEEESSSS when curlys flirty w pony while hes right there, if theyre getting flirty, johnny mumbles that maybe they shouldnt do that here bc its wide in the open, curly makes eye contact w johnny, asking “what was that??” bc he rlly didnt hear him (also bc he doesnt like being told what to do) and johnny looks away, pony just agrees w johnny and turns it down a bit, telling curly to calm down too

•johnny is like the only one willing to give pony and curly a chance however, pony obviously sees something the rest of em dont, but that doesnt mean hes not worried for pony being around curly, he constantly tells pony “i hope u know what ur doing”

•curly does get johnny riled up sometimes tho, curly can make ANYONE upset

•but what rlly gets johnny upset is when curly calls him a kid even though hes literally older than him, that rlly grinds johnnys gears

[ask-postcrash-curly]

I'll be okay, Kestrel! I promise, please just give me a moment.

[She takes a deep, shaky breath, steeling herself.]

I-I'm fine, sweet pea, I assure you. Please do not worry about me. It... was a brief stay. The neighbors were simply concerned after... I-I told you that I couldn't bear to lose you like that. But I'm okay now, we - we're okay.

Believe me, I wish for nothing more than to be able to agree with you... but I cannot push it aside any longer. It was no simple nightmare... Your friend... Death - is right. We all witnessed it becoming real. Everybody died before us all. Anya, Daisuke, Swansea, even Jimmy - everyone died, and all we could do was sit in your head while you were forced to bear witness to it! And Jimmy, he--

[She stops. Briefly hyperventilates. The cake, the gun, the knife. The blood. The truth.]

It was exactly what I saw in my dream.

...

He took everyone. Made a sordid arrangement of their bodies at your kitchen table. He took you...

A-and he cut you up. He cut you up and... and ate your leg. He made you--

[A pause. Nearly ill. Shaky breaths. Her voice falls rather flat, almost defeated.]

I... the screaming has been in my head for days. I couldn't-... I do not remember much of what happened after that. It was all so fast. Much too fast. I thought I were dying... and the next thing I was aware of was being in a, a hospital, begging for someone, for anyone to listen to me! Please, my boy... Grant Curly of Pony Express... he needs help, urgently...! Please...!

And then I was... transferred. To a... a different hospital. I - I suppose they were worried that I would harm myself? Though no such thought had ever crossed my mind. It... it was only for a few days - I was at least allowed to call Kestrel, and he immediately left school early to come home for me... I didn't sleep much, though. With all the screaming...

And then...? I am not sure what happened after that. There was this, this awful noise in my head that night, and we... suddenly I was hearing Anya's voice. Dear, sweet Anya... even though she were already dead... I, I thought I must have been dreaming. I clung to her soothing voice, and she assured us that she was very much alive... that you were still alive...! It was only the next morning that I knew it was somehow real, because she was still there, speaking with us... and I was still in that hospital...!

[She puts in an effort to sound happier, despite all of the emotional turmoil.]

And the rest, well... you seem to be well aware. But you're here now...! I am here, we - we're all here again...! Even Kestrel! (Oh, this was not at all how I was planning for the two of you to meet. But we can still make it work, yes...?)

Somehow we were given a, a second chance...? I will be thanking the starlings every night of my life for it. And praying that poor Daisuke will pull through, as well.

I only hope that our efforts will have been enough, in the end... I am... so, so tired, sweet pea. I just want you to come home...

Mum, hello— Can he hear me? Why were you in the hospital??

Becoming— What became real…? God, is this— I still can’t wrap my mind around this. How could we have—? What happened? Are you all right?

Your… dream.

…What? What? What the fuck, no, he wouldn’t— That’s— No, you wouldn’t lie, but— He’s not a fucking cannibal, he— what?? This is some sick twist on the bloody meat jokes, that can’t be real. I don’t want it to be real. God, that’s— I don’t want to imagine it.

…

I’m so sorry… I— I’m here now, okay? I’m okay.

Yeah, we’re alive the both of us, it’s going to be okay. It has to be. That— they can’t die, none of them.

Yeah, uh. Tell him hi for me… Are you sure you’re all right…?

Second chance. It’s— it’s hard to comprehend. Whatever happened, it’s not… it isn’t real anymore, yeah? Just like… a bad dream. Never happened. Daisuke will pull through. He has to.

Please try and rest… I want to come home, too.

[wintercarnage]

☥  ˖ִ ࣪ 🦇 airplane.　⠀p. parker & w. wilson . . .

( ♱ ) … what not to do: spider-manning while sick. what peter does: exactly that.

777 。。masterlist

When Peter passes his third McDonalds while chasing a rogue pickpocket, he thinks the universe really has it out for him. It’s almost three am and he hasn’t eaten since, what, seven pm? Six-thirty? Whatever, it’s been a long time. And Peter is hungry. Fast food isn’t the best fuel, but it would be something. Even a small fry would be enough to curb his hunger until he could find something a bit healthier.

It doesn’t take long to web up the man who stole someone’s wallet and return it to them, but by the time he’s done he’s so hungry he thinks he might throw up if he swings. Problem: he has no money on hand. People love to give free things to Spider-man, especially food, but it’s always made him feel bad. For a second though, he genuinely contemplates the idea as he bounces between his feet.

“Hey, Spidey! Need a hand?”

Peter could pass out from happiness.

“Hey, ‘Pool.” Peter grins as he turns to face him. “Got any food?”

“Nah, but I got money and a McDonalds down the street,” Wade says as he skips towards Peter. His suit is sparkling clean; he must have just come out. Why, exactly, Wade roams the streets randomly and doesn’t kill anyone or seem to be on any job is beyond Peter. But it often brings him to Peter, so really, he doesn’t care enough to find out.

They eat in the restaurant, something they don’t often do, but Peter is too hungry to care even about the possibility of his mask falling off or some rowdy kid yanking on it. The burger he’s scarfing down is far more important. Wade noisily eats an ice cream laden with candy.

In the fifteen minutes it takes them to be done eating, they chat easily. Wade asks about his Stark Internship, and lets Peter ramble on about “crazy science stuff that makes no sense, but makes my Spider happy.” In return, Peter asks about Wade’s favorite shows: Golden Girls, My Little Pony, the occasional Hello Kitty episode. He gets numerous lore dumps, and decides he likes Fluttershy best.

Peter manages to get down a double cheeseburger, thirteen nuggets, a medium fry, and a water. He leans back against the booth with a pleased sigh, grinning as Wade tries to shove more fries into his already-full mouth.

“Thanks for the food, Wade,” Peter says. “Better get back onto the streets though. Idiots won’t web themselves up, unfortunately.”

Wade swallows, the noise comically loud, and says, “Of course, Spidey! Mind if I tag along?”

“That’s a terrible idea.” Peter stands up and stretches his arms above his head, back popping. “But as long as you bring more fries, I guess you can come.”

“Oh, you guess,” Wade mutters as he snatches up their last, untouched large fry. “At least you’re allowing it. Can’t get everything you want.”

“Find someone your own age to hang out with,” Peter snarks as they leave, the bell on the door dinging above them.

“I’ll have you know that I have some very nice friends! But I can’t let my favorite Spider get hurt, IronDick would kill me.”

“He wouldn’t kill you,” Peter responds. “I wouldn’t let him. Maybe just some light maiming.”

—

Deadpool splits off within an hour, looking incredibly morose as he goes. He makes Peter swear to eat a vegetable, and be in bed by ten tomorrow, taking the night off. The sentiment is nice, and Peter tells him goodbye genuinely, but he doesn’t need Wade fussing over him as well. He’s already got half a dozen calls from Tony telling him to wrap up patrol and head home.

It’s six am, sun breaking the horizon, when Peter calls it quits. Not exactly what Tony or even Wade might have had in mind, but New York never sleeps and its crimes had run rampant over the dark hours. Peter is glad to be done, at least, as he limps through the sliding doors into Stark Industries.

After Wade left, Peter had swung around the city until he’d found some crooks, got shot at, violently slammed into a building twice, and experienced general pain and unrest. Peter threw up once already in a shady alley next to a rusted dumpster, and now every bit of his body feels so weak that he isn’t sure he can make it to Mr. Stark’s lab.

His theory is proven correct as he approaches the elevator, says hello to Bruce as the doors slide open, and promptly collapses.

Not exactly his finest moment.

—

When Peter comes to, it’s in a bed somewhere in Mr. Stark’s penthouse. Peter would try to get up and maybe find someone, but the bed is soft and blankets fluffy, the TV playing something that looks half-interesting.

No more than five minutes have passed when Deadpool comes into the room, loudly declaring “Spidey, I know I told you to get some rest but I didn’t mean like this!”

Peter cracks a grin and pushes himself up to sit against the pillow. “Sorry. Just wanted to be extra thorough. What, uh, what are you doing here?”

“I convinced ole’ IronDick to let me in. Said I had some nice things for you. He was all ‘Deadpool, Peter has everything he needs here’ so I went, ‘Nuh-uh.’ So, I brought you some hoodies, soup, and this!” Rather proudly, Wade holds up a small Deadpool plush figure. It’s stupid and a little egotistical, but Peter finds himself laughing. The laughs quickly break out into thick coughs, Peter hacking up phlegm into the bedside trash.

“Thanks,” Peter says eventually, settling back onto the bed, voice scratchy. “I really appreciate it.”

“Though some people—” Wade raises his voice, angling towards the door “—don’t think this is necessary, I argue that taking proper care of your Spider is always what makes or breaks a good person.”

“You know you can call me Peter, right?” Peter asks, smiling slightly. It’s amusing, the way Wade veers around his identity, even after he’s known it for so long.

Wade gasps dramatically, racing over to cover Peter’s ears. “Don’t say that. People can hear you!”

Peter swats Wade away, his arms limp as uncooked noodles. He hasn’t realized before now just how drained and empty he feels. Nothing exactly hurts, but his entire body is weak and achy if he moves too much. His mind, on the other hand, is completely fine and raring to go. Peter already knows it’s going to make resting that much harder.

“I don’t want you lifting a finger, Spidey,” Wade says. “Mainly because you look like you can’t hold a spoon, but also because I love spoiling my friends!”

“Your murder-money help you buy a lot of shiny things?” Peter jokes.

“Rude! I don’t only buy shiny things, I buy other stuff too. Like groceries! And this!” Wade tosses the plush onto the bed, where it lands in Peter’s lap. It’s then that he can see how the stitches are a little uneven, the eyes sewn crookedly. Handmade, Peter thinks. The idea that Wade might have made the little plush himself just to cheer Peter up warms him from the inside out.

Wade heats up the soup, putting it into a glass bowl printed with Spider-man adjacent designs—where did he even get that?—and insists on spoon-feeding it all to Peter.

“Not. A. Finger,” Wade repeats, waving the spoon around. Droplets of soup fly through the air. “Oops. Anyways. You’ve wayyyy overworked your muscles, though getting beat up probably didn’t help. And no spoon means no glass bowls.”

Eventually, Peter relents. The soup, classic chicken and noodle, is just on this side of salty. The carrots are tiny cubes instead of slices, adding just enough flavor but not too much for Peter to dislike it.

Overall, it’s…nice. Wade is gentle, if not teasing, going “open for the airplaaaaane” every few bites as though Peter is a toddler. The soup is warm and comforting, and by the time Peter takes the last mouthful, Wade scraping excess drops from his chin, he feels sleepy and full.

“Get some rest, Petey,” Wade says as he places the dishes on the bedside table. “Need our Spider back to full strength.”

Peter falls asleep warm and bundled up, feeling safe and secure in a way that he hasn’t in a long while. It’s a nice change. One he thinks he could get used to.