#im about to go run some errands and come back and try to clean out my inbox

[bigheartyradish]

Tag Game!

Tag 6 mutuals you want to get to know better!

thank you @catsmical!!!

Favorite Color: teal/blue (yellow is right behind)

Last Song:

Currently Reading: catching up on chainsaw man, about to read wind breaker i think, our share of night by mariana enriquez

Currently Watching: wind breaker, very slowly watching solo leveling

Craving: cherry limeade (soda) but i feel like i hardly see it where i am

Coffee or Tea: i like tea but i would almost always rather have coffee

i'll tag @blackcvrds @holloweiss @twothirdsgenius @mintchocolater @chosoette @poolnoodling

[murdrdocs]

roommate aus are always on the mind and now im thinking abt roommate carmen berzatto. someone at the bear (tina, fak, richie, sydney, so many options) go and visits carmy at his apartment that he has yet to fully move into. the maze of half-opened boxes isn't even what disturbs carmy's guest, its the sheer dissatisfaction of a place that the apartment is in general. it's rundown, the living quarters of someone struggling, which carmy certainly is not (well, not for the most part).

"you deserve someplace better," is what they tell him, and carmy might not believe that he deserves someplace nicer, he's still up for a change of scenery. his therapist thinks it would be good for him. so carmy is looking at places on his laptop, jittery and scarred hands clicking on place after place, blue eyes flicking across the screen and reading details.

resort style pool, private conference rooms on each floor, located in a prominent area....

buzzword after buzzword that catches carmy's attention. but then the price tag motivates him to click out of the website and try again.

he does go tour a few places, but nothing is up to par. the kitchen is too small or the appliances are too faulty, and if this isn't an issue then the price is. chicago is expensive, especially to stay in a somewhat close location to the bear which happens to be a priority for carmy now.

he starts to give up and begins to resign himself to living where he is now for the foreseeable future. until a recommendation comes.

"i have a friend in one of those upscale apartments who needs a roommate. if that's what you're interested in."

and carmy really isn't all that interested. at least he doesn't think he is. but then he's sending a text message after rereading it once, twice, and thrice just to be sure. first impressions and all.

he meets you over coffee and accepts your invitation to come back and see the place. clean, good location, very nice appliances, and a big room for carmy.

there is no reason for carmy to have a roommate, he reasons this with himself late at night when sleep evades him as it typically does. but he likes you, something inside of him is drawn to your energy, and he suddenly craves companionship in its most innocent form.

so he accepts your offer and you help him move into your place. and things are good and innocent for a while.

it takes a minute for the two of you to get your schedules acclimated. you work normal hours and rarely bring your work home with you, but when you do you're sitting at the kitchen island on your computer late at night when carmy comes home from the bear. off days are spent barely seeing each other, carmy choosing to sleep until he needs to go run some sort of errand and you half knocked out on the couch with some show playing in the back.

but the two of you get used to having another person in your home eventually. you become friends, relatively close, and its then that carmy realizes he really likes you. well, he doesn't realize it until a pretty girl at the grocery store shows interest in him and carmy immediately starts comparing her to you.

her smile isn't as kind and effortless as yours. her perfume doesn't make his heart rate spike like yours does. he didn't feel that intense internal buzzing when she first looked at him like he did with you.

of fucking course he's fallen for his roommate. and maybe he should do something about it, but that's not the carmen berzatto way.

the carmen berzatto way entails ignoring it until he physically cannot anymore. and that's exactly what carmy intends to do!

[victory-cookies]

I had the worst, most murphy’s law, comedy of errors day today it was actually ridiculous. So last night I was feeling good. I was feeling motivated. I had put all of my laundry away immediately after getting it out of the dryer. Today was gonna be my day to turn my life around bc I felt motivated to clean to do homework to run my errands I was ready

and then I sleep through my fucking alarm.

okay, whatever, it’s fine. I had to go out to get shit for my Fionna costume so I decided to head out once I’d had breakfast. It wouldn’t take me much longer than an hour and I could come home and get right to my tasks.

so I’m at the fabric store, with a meter of fleece and some velcro, and I go to pay. And my debit card doesn’t fucking work no matter what I try. So I ask the woman if she could hold my stuff while I run to the atm to get cash. But the atm declines me too. I try to log onto my online banking and that doesn’t work either. At this point I assume I’ve been locked out of my card so I head back to the store, apologize, and tell her I need to drive to the bank about ten minutes away to try to get my card fixed. She says that that’s no problem and she’ll hold my stuff until the end of the day (they close at 5. It is currently 1:30)

so I head to the bank. The line is absurdly long but finally I get up to a clerk and am like “hey I think I’ve been locked out of my card please help” and so he checks and yeah I have, bc the two scholarship cheques I deposited yesterday had been flagged as “unusual and suspicious activity” and he says he’ll call and see if he can get it unlocked for me. We’re on hold for like fifteen minutes. At this point my sister has asked me to come pick her up from her friend’s. Finally this guy gets through and they’re like “lol we can’t do it unless she has the cheques there and you can verify” and obv I didn’t have them so he was like “well either you can go get the cheques and bring them in or you can wait until tomorrow when the photos will show up in the system and then your card will be unlocked”. I don’t want to do either of those things bc going home and coming back then going back to the fabric store would take another like two hours. So I say fuck it and go to pick up my sister with the intent of dragging her back to the fabric store and getting her to use her card.

at that moment it starts fucking bucketing. I start driving to her friend’s house and the road is nearly flooded I was so worried. And then as I’m heading out I end up directed onto the highway (highway driving makes me really anxious so I try to avoid it so I’m panicking). At this point the rain is coming down in sheets and I can’t see anything. Im about to cry. I exit the highway and then get directed onto another highway. The traffic is so bad that I can’t make it to the left turn lane and I miss my turn. I only barely make it to the next left turn and thank god I did bc if i didn’t I’d be on my way to the next town.

I get to my sister’s friend’s place and my sister gets in the car and I ask if we can go back to the fabric store and have her buy the poor fabric I have left cut and alone just sitting there (I felt bad. They had cut it for me already I needed to get it). She says no problem and so we head once more to the fabric store.

we pull up and the lights are off. It’s 3pm. They should not be closed. Confused, we get out and go to check, and they are in fact closed. A woman comes up to us and explains that THE FUCKING POWER WENT OUT IN THE ENTIRE MALL. They were closed for the day, along with every other store there, including the spirit halloween that I needed to go to as well and the a&w my sister wanted to grab food at

so we drive away. I have literally gained nothing from this. I have bought none of the things I needed to get. I have wasted so much gas. It is now 3:30 and I have done zero of the things I wanted to get done today. I was literally crying

[mapleshmaple]

thank you guys for being so patient with me when im not patient with myself

[misterier]

can you write headcanons for red guy with a (gn)reader who is autistic (sorry for requesting this again but ive only recently been diagnosed and im learning more about it myself) who vocal stims and goes non-verbal, and hyperfixates on cats?

again sorry for requesting autistic headcanons again :(

have a good day! :>

| omg no don't apologize!! It's alright, I love requests sm idc if their similar! Let me know if I need to fix anything so it's more accurate! Thank you for requesting, hope you have a good day/night aswell! Sorry if this is short, I got off track 💀

imagine credit: found on pinterest so idk</3

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- if you talk to him about your hyperfixation he will 100% listen and ask you questions,

- when your not around he looks up cat facts to surprise you, even if you already know them

- would get you a cat but duck disproves because he believes a house hold should only have one pet

- red is a lil confused the first time you stim but when you explain it later he nods

- does tuns of research on your every fixation, also trys to looks up things about autism and does his best to understand even if some of the information he finds is incorrect

- you've told the house that you can go non verbal so yellow guy created cards for you to use so you can still communicate with them if you need to/want to

- if your not feeling well red will take you to a shelter or petting zoo thing so you can see some cats

- when he runs errands and he sees cat plushies he sends you pictures and asks if you think you'd like it

- they do have a stray cat that visits the house every couple weeks or months so you've become best friends with it

- yellow comes running into the house with a beat up looking cat and comes straight to you and holds the cat up and asks you what he's ment to do to 'fix it'

- it your great help and you guys end up helping out the cat, cleaning it up, patching up some wounds, feeding it and giving it some water for a week before letting it back out.

- you and yellow got attached and settled on a name for it and after a while the cat begins to respond to it

- red thought it was awesome and constant keeps a stalk of cat food on hand, duck wasn't sure how he felt untill he met it and fell in love with it.

- if you get worn out from stimming physically(if you do), red will bring you a ice packs/heating pads

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

hi hi!!! love ur milf reader content so much!! can i request some milf reader and bruno from encanto? that string bean of a man needs to be loved some more!!

ABOUT TIME SOMEONE ASKS ME TO LEWD HIM. I HAVE YET TO SEE ANYONE DO IT ASIDE FROM HEADCANONS AND A BITCH NEEDS MORE THAN THAT-

"You know, I'm still not used to a place at the table, Julieta. It's. Nice."

She chuckled, adding more food to his plate. She hugged the side of his head tightly, giving it an affirming squeeze.

"Course hermano! Now, I don't mind your friends at the table, but can they at least get off the plates? I have to clean them."

"Oh, right right. Sorry, different place, different rules. Well I mean, same place, but like. Different- point is I hear you."

He carefully moved them off of the plate, and onto the table, continuing to feed his little friends. She smiled, before resuming her cooking. Luisa walked in a second later, sacks of flour over her shoulders.

"Ma, I got the flour you wanted."

"Gracias Luisa, I was almost out. Did you get what you needed from town?"

Luisa grabbed a cup of juice from the fridge, only to smack her forehead with her palm.

"Ugh! I forgot! I meant to get it after the flour, but then I had to deal with the donkeys, then the church, then everything just. Got away from me."

"Do you have time to head back?"

She grabbed an arepas from the pile, taking a decent bite before opening her arms in an 'are you serious?' Motion.

"No! I still gotta finish my dress, AND my hair!"

Bruno, eating his breakfast alongside his buddies, nodded at them.

"What's wrong? What did you forget?"

"I was SUPPOSED to pick up my new earrings from town. Heading to a party, and I ordered these forever ago. Ugh, I guess if I hurry…"

Julieta turned from cutting the fruit, to looking at Bruno.

"Why don't you have your tío go? I can help you get ready."

Bruno shook his head, perhaps a bit too quickly.

"I'd wanna help you, but I don't even know WHERE I'd have to get your-"

"Camilo knows- Pepa! Can Bruno borrow Camilo? He needs to run an errand in town!"

Pepa poked her head into the kitchen, looking around to assess the situation.

"Oh! For the siesta? Of course! Anything for my sobrina to get the break she deserves!"

She walked into the room to pinch her cheek, making her chuckle. Bruno seemed unsure, before Pepa walked over to pat his head, with a pinch of her classic attitude. 

"Come on, you need to go outside!"

"W-im FINE!"

Julieta put her hands on her hips as she looked at him.

"How's your telenovela going?"

"Wonderfully! I'm thinking of adding a long lost twin brother to the mix-and you're all looking at me."

"Yeah, you're going, hermano."

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"So, place still how you remember it, Tío?"

He shrugged. Aside from the glances he got from the small community being too familiar with him (or not familiar enough), things didn't change.

"Kinda. I uhm. Definitely miss home though, I'll tell you that much."

Camilo opened his mouth to reassure him, only to spit out the salt Bruno suddenly threw over his shoulder. No one in the family hated Bruno, but his habits and quirks took some getting used to. He rubbed off his tongue, shaking his head.

"I can tell. Don't worry, I'm sure whatever happened then, no biggie now-"

"Didn't that guy kill your fish?"

Bruno gestured to the woman as they passed by them, only making Camilo shrug.

"Oh there's. Plenty of fish in the sea. Literally. Anyway, we don't gotta be here for very long, just gotta turn this corner."

Bruno followed him, albeit a bit hesitant, into a small shop. Bruno looked around the place, trying to recall just what this was.

"I don't...remember this store. It's new?"

"If you count three years now, then yeah. Come on."

Camilo walked up to the counter, knocking on it. From the back, came a woman's voice.

"¡Espere por favor! Luis!"

From the corner, came a small boy, no older than Antonio, if Bruno had to guess. He immediately ran to Camilo, who changed into Luisa, letting him hang on his (her?) Bicep. He giggled like crazy, before letting go suddenly, and hiding away from Bruno.

"Who...is that?"

"This? My Tío! Bruno!"

"The...scary one?"

Bruno was well aware of his fear. Nothing new. He knelt down a bit, trying to look small.

"I mean, I prefer the 'talented' one, but I can see the confusion."

He knocked his knuckles a few times on the wood, something he tended to do when he was anxious. That was when the child suddenly gasped, looking at him in wonder.

"You like rats too?!"

Bruno looked at his buddies, who seemed curious, popping out of his pockets and onto his shoulders. He chuckled.

"Oh! Yeah, they're my little buddies. You wanna hold one? Antonio is pretty friendly."

He was careful as he plucked him from his shoulder, and placed him onto his hands. He tried not to laugh as he sat there, fascinated.

"Oh my god. Rat man."

"Surprised you're not scared of rats, many are."

"Nuh uh! Rats are cool! And I'm not scared of anything!"

Bruno cocked his head to the side, hands on his hips.

"Really? You should meet my friend Ernando."

"Who's-"

Luis looked up from the rat, at Ernando, who sat there, confident, fearless.

"I am Ernando, and I fear nothing!"

Luis looked confused, before suddenly laughing.

"HA! I like Ernando!"

"You should meet my friend Jor-"

They all looked up at the counter once they heard a 'thud'. 

"Lo siento- I was busy when you guys came in. Camilo, who's your friend?"

Camilo didn't see the need to hold onto his disguise, so he returned to his usually gorgeous self as he leaned against Bruno.

"My uncle Bruno. You know him."

Bruno pulled his poncho down, just in time to see who he was talking to. In front of him, stood what was possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Older, definitely. Crows feet at the corner of your eyes, occasional scratches on the back of your manicured hands. Lots of gorgeous hair, thin strands of gray decorating your hair, almost unnoticeable. A real mature woman. You made the obvious motion of looking him up and down, chuckling.

"Bruno? The 'seven foot frame' Bruno?"

Bruno scowled at Camilo. He wasn't self conscious of his height, but when someone said 'seven foot', and they only got five, you could imagine the disappointment. Camilo shrugged, smiling awkwardly.

"Hey, in my defense- it's a good song."

Bruno sighed, before standing up, and offering an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I uh. Hope I don't disappoint."

You chuckled, and he couldn't help but notice that this was why you had such prominent crows feet. From smiling. Not that it mattered, he just thought it was lovely, having a permanent mark of happiness.

"Eh, I like five foot Bruno. I like being able to look a man in the eyes."

Oh his heart thumped. Your own eyes were incredible. He could tell you were asmart, a quick wit that seemed able to handle anything. Confidence out the wazoo. You leaned against the counter, turning to his nephew.

"Take it you're not here just to play with mi hijo."

"Nope! I needed to pick up something for Luisa. Earrings, I think."

"Ah, yes! I was wondering why she didn't pick them up earlier, I have them right here."

Bruno patted Luis' head, before looking back up at you.

"He's your son? So lucky, your husband is."

You scoffed loudly, pulling the jewelry box from the stack you just brought out.

"Estúpido...no. There's no 'husband' around here. Just me and the little one."

Camilo whispered to Bruno, hand covering his mouth so you couldn't read his lips.

"He wasn't a great guy, she doesn't like talking about it."

Bruno chuckled awkwardly. Oh boy, figures HE'D bring up such a sore subject so soon. He accepted the package from you, and for a moment, your fingers brushed against his. So soft, delicate feeling, while his were scratchy, littered with bits of sand and what you assumed was salt. It sounded unpleasant, but truth be told, it was a delicate touch. Then you leaned into his personal space, almost making him flinch. 

"You know...you have such striking eyes. You ever thought about earrings? Studs are popular in men nowadays, and you have a real face for it!"

Bruno had no idea why, but he didn't push you away once you grabbed onto his face. Your nails grazed against his facial hair and his skin, and, with your other hand, you pushed some of his hair away, revealing his ear. He could feel his ears ringing, and his face felt flushed. He gulped, his mouth suddenly feeling VERY dry.

"I...never thought about...that...before."

He wanted to stay like this forever. He wanted to know if it was his usual nerves, or...something else. As quickly as it started however, it ended, given the fact that Camilo smacked at his shoulder.

"Tìo. We gotta go. She's gonna get mad if we're late."

He pulled away from you, but while there was relief, he couldn't very well say he liked it. He took a step away from the counter, box held tightly on his hands, and eyes glued onto yours. They were large, and green, full of skittishness and almost wonder.

"R-right. We can't make her wait. It was uh...nice to meet you. Antonio."

The rat squirmed out of the boy's hands, and climbed up to him, quickly getting comfy in his pocket. You gave him a small smile, before giving a very small wave of your hand.

"Adiós, Bruno~"

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He hadn't stopped feeling at his face. He couldn’t stop thumbing over his facial hair, couldn't stop brushing his hair back over and over again, hoping to simulate the experience. He was so distracted, he wasn't even eating, letting his rat buddies have at it. None of the people hustling and bustling around the kitchen seemed to notice, aside from her older sister, Julieta (older sisters just seemed to catch onto this sort of thing, even amidst hustle and bustle). She put more food on his plate, frowning.

"Bruno, what's wrong? Why aren't you eating? Don't you like my empanadas?"

He seemed to shake out of it when SHE touched his hair, interrupting his little daydream.

"Oh, sorry. I do. I'm just not hungry. They love it though, so, keep it coming."

She pursed her lips, grabbing some messy dishes from the table.

"I make food for Mi familia, not for the rodents. Did something happen In town?"

He opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Felix elbowing Camilo's side.

"Did you get him upset? Did you impersonate him again?"

Camilo held his arms out defensively, before removing the food from his mouth. He was eating as much as he was changing.

"No! I didn't do anything!"

Pepa joined in, putting a hand on her baby's shoulder defensively.

"Of course he did nothing! Hijo, tell us exactly what happened."

She kissed the hair on his head, making him smile. He was a sarcastic boy, but with his mama, he was full of love.

"Okay. We went into town, we picked up the earrings for Luisa, and she said he'd look good in earrings. Then we came back, and he just starts touching his hair and his face. I dunno, maybe he's freaked out because she touched him?"

That was when everyone's eyes were on him. He chuckled uncomfortably, shrinking on the spot. He knew EXACTLY what was about to happen. Felix's grin got wide, and he sat next to Bruno, nudging him with his elbow.

"Oooh...she touched you, eh?"

Bruno held his hands up in defense, wanting to stop this disaster NOW.

"She said I had nice eyes and a face for earrings, that's it."

"And you LIKE her!!"

That was the trigger. His sisters were by his side in a second, excited as all hell.

"Bruno!! You LIKE her?!"

"Oh! Hermano! Eso es tan lindo!!"

They hugged him from both sides, and while he loved a good hug, he was hating this one in particular. Felix leaned in, a huge grin on his face.

"So, what is it about her that you like? Is it the pech-"

Pepa glared at him, the thunder above her head only highlighting her glare. Felix gave a bit of a scared smile.

"It's a joke, mi vida!"

Bruno, not feeling like getting zapped by Pepa, decided to just answer his question.

"I like her crow's feet, for one."

They looked at him, confused as hell. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to explain.

"It means she smiles a lot. And she's...shameless about it. I like that, I guess. The fact that she's REALLY pretty, but not In a normal way? I-oh no."

He looked back up at them, and not only were his sisters swooning at how sweet his words were, but so was his mama. Abuela walked over to him, fussing with his hair.

"Ai Que lindá! And she's such a nice woman! And her son is SO polite! Oh my little Brunito! I'm so happy for you! I was worried you'd NEVER find someone!"

"Mama, please-"

"And more grandkids! I want MANY more grandkids! I want them as wonderful and as beautiful as the ones I already have!"

"MAMA."

He exclaimed. His cheeks were violently red. So much so, he had to cover it with his poncho, hoping it'd go away soon. Abuela kissed his head, before doing the same for Luisa once she walked in. She chuckled.

"I almost didn't wanna interrupt, because that's SO sweet- BUT GUYS LOOK AT MY DRESS!"

She gestured to her look. New dress, New hair style, New jewelry. It made him proud to be her uncle, seeing her have fun for once. Julieta held onto her baby's face, kissing it over and over.

"Look at my angel! So beautiful! Oh where's your father- hold on, he has the camera, wait right here!"

She ran out of the kitchen, giddy. Luisa rolled her eyes affectionately, before nodding towards Bruno.

"I mean, if you like her so much, come to the party with me. She's gonna be there."

"She...is?"

Pepa could blind him with how much sunshine she was producing. Her feet stomped on the floor, she squealed enough to hurt his ears, and her eyes were brighter than any star out there.

"You're excited!! Oh my baby brother, on a date!! We didn't think you liked girls! You never talked to them!"

"Are. Are you saying you're not a girl-"

"Outside the family, El tonto. Point is, we're happy! Oh! We need to give you a makeover!"

Bruno looked down at himself, before raising a brow.

"What's wrong with how I look?"

There was silence for a moment, before Camilo took a bite from his food, and just came out with it.

"You literally look like if a feral rat was a person. But like. With a hint of anxiety."

Felix looked like he wanted to scold him, before he shrugged.

"He's. Not far off. Point is, cuñado, you need to look GOOD. I mean, I look good everyday, look who I married!"

He gestured to Pepa excitedly, who blushed, and dismissed him with a wave of her hand. It was sweet, but he was hating this.

"I'm. Not getting out of this. Am I?"

"No. Now let me get Dolores! She's GREAT with hair!"

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"Tío. You're sweating on my bicep."

"Disculpe- I'm nervous. Not exactly...popular."

He hadn't been to any real gathering, much less a party, in over 10 years. Suffice to say, he was nervous. Even when he was with his strongest niece, he felt anxiety.

"Don't worry. If anyone gives you any troubles, you come to me. Assuming anyone even recognizes you- you look great!"

Dolores outdid herself. She got him new clothes (a rather bright yellow, Pepa's colors. He was flattered to be given a motif, but he didn't ADORE the flashyness), and even tied up his hair. She wanted to give him a shave, but that was a bit more than he was willing to bear for one day. He chuckled.

"Thank you, Luisa. But you should have fun! You've been working hard this week and-"

"Luisa!! Come on! Dance with us!!"

Her friends waved her over, excited to see her. Her smile was huge, and for once, she looked relaxed. He patted her hand once she looked at him, as if in permission.

"Go have fun, I'll be fun. I'll yell if anything."

She chuckled, before running off to go enjoy the party. It left him alone, vulnerable. He didn't even bring his rat buddies (because apparently they didn't make for good party guests). He looked around for what to do. Not the dance floor, far too many people, and his niece was busy tearing it up. Maybe the food table. Sure, it's a usual hot spot for activities, but it seemed empty at the moment. Plus, the idea of some nice, Hot food, sounded nice on a somewhat cool night like this.

"You got this, Bruno."

He walked up to the table, and surprisingly, the world didn't end. He took a plate, and started to help himself. He kept shoving bits of it into his pockets, forgetting that his buddies weren't here to enjoy it. At least he had something to bring home.

"Bruno?"

He looked next to him, before looking down. Little Luis was standing there, dressed rather dashingly. He was surprised that he felt joy upon being recognized.

"Hey! Didn't know you'd be here!"

He reached up to him, making little grabby hands.

"I wanna play with Antanio."

"Sorry, he couldn't come with me today. But, if you wanna hang out with boring ol' Bruno, I won't mind."

"Don't you wanna hang out with the adults?"

Bruno shrugged, kneeling down to his level, and putting his hand on the side of his mouth, as if trying to tell him a secret.

"Honestly? Some grown ups aren't that fun. Besides, show me a cooler guy than you. Minus Jorge, he's a whiz at spackle."

He chuckled, nodding in excitement.

"Okay! Let's go dance!"

"Er no wait-"

Too late. He had fallen for the trap, and was quickly dragged to the dance floor. He looked for an excuse to get out of this, but the ever growing crowd blocked his exits. Luis was a real natural at it, lifting his hands up and letting his little feet do all the talking. Bruno, a bit nervous by the eyes, tried to dance. Which meant him awkwardly shuffling on the spot. Luis shook his head, tugging at his pant leg.

"No! Come on, you gotta get into it- here, I'll show you, follow me!"

He held onto his hands, and took a step forward. Then a step back. Looked simple enough. He followed his movements, and it was slow, clunky at first. But hearing the crowd clap for him, hearing the music really flood his veins- he got into it. His movements were a bit spastic, but soon enough he was keeping up with the young boy, making him woop and holler. Next thing he knew, Luisa was by his side, dancing to the same beat he was. He stopped for a moment, thinking he was ruining her fun, when she laughed, smacking his back and nearly sending him to the floor.

"Come on Tío! Don't stop now! What, am I cramping your style?"

He didn't know why, but there was something about this that made him...warm. He was out here, supported, loved, with people WANTING to be near him. It's all he could ever want. Everyone was loud, busy, crazy. He loved every second of it. Even when the music eventually stopped, he still found himself swaying back and forth, feet not wanting to quit just yet. He wanted to dance more. Hell, he forgot why he was even here. 

Then he remembered.

The next song came to a finish, just in time to see you. You weren't wearing anything flashy. Just something cute, something simple. If anything, you was under dressed, and he couldn't help but stare. The crowd seemed to dissipate for you almost, allowing you to walk right up to him, drink in your hand.

"I almost didn't recognize you. Didn't take you for a dancer."

"I uh...I'm. Not. Usually. But your kid here- excellent teacher. And relentless. Don't think he'd let me go home if I didn't try."

He patted his head, looking almost proud. You leaned down to kiss your son's forehead, and Bruno found himself wondering what that smeared lipstick felt like.

"That sounds like you, alright. He wanted me to bring him along because he knew you'd be coming!"

Bruno cocked his head a bit, motioning from the kid, to her, to Luisa.

"Wait, you're here because of me? I'm here because of YOU?"

He turned to look at his niece, but she was already walking away, your kid in tow.

"You two have fun! I got the kid!"

Bruno opened his mouth to try to call her back, before you nudged him with your shoulder. Such a nervous man.

"What, is the idea of dancing me such a scary idea?"

"Terrifying. B-but like, in a sorta, I hope I don't mess this up kinda way. Because you know, the hair and the clothes only do so much, and I didn't exactly shave and-"

He kept trying to communicate...something. Like peering into the future, it was all confusing and a jumble of mess. Then, when you grabbed his hand, he felt clarity. Your hand was soft, but he still felt the scratches and the scars. You were so confident in yourself, it was incredible.

"Come on. If you think HE can dance, you should see who taught him."

He had the tendency to look into the future on a whim, if only by a few seconds or minutes, and he saw ONE thing- him just blowing this. But for now, as he was allowed to put his hand at your hip, to have you sway with him the same way Felix and Pepa did, he didn't mind it. You laughed as he spun you, having fun, and having it shamelessly. Yet, he was still nervous.

"I'm sorry, you know, on the off chance I step on your foot or-"

"You're a very nervous man, Bruno. It's cute, but you should stop looking ahead, and live in the now."

The way you said that, body pressed against his. He swore his heart stopped. It wasn't fair, you being perfect in your imperfection. He was about to speak, when they suddenly changed partners. Sure, it was a part of the song, but something about the way you smiled at your new partner. It...made his heart sink. He was right. He blew it. He excused himself from the dance floor and just. Left. He walked until his ears were no longer flooded with the sound of music, till the warmth was gone, and the cold embraced him. 

"Better."

It really was. Everything was empty, cold, the rocks cracked under his feet. He leaned against some house he didn't recognize, before slowly sliding down, and eventually sitting. He sighed, before reaching for his hair.

"Sorry, Dolores."

He un did the hair tie, and let his hair fall back into place. Messy, in a sort of simple way. He pulled the new poncho over his head, holding it I'm his hands. He felt so unworthy of all of this. Of this family, of her, even of this poncho. What would have happened, had he stayed? He groaned, rubbing his fingers over his stubble.

"You know you said you weren't going to do this. You just. Really want to know, don't you?"

He did. He wanted to know what his future with her involved. He dug into his pockets, pulling out a small pouch of sand, a few herbs, and his matchbox. Bruno's talent was unique, but not In the more obvious ways. His visions were more clear, more accurate, the more his head was cleared. He placed the poncho on the ground, dumped the sand onto it, and made a little well for the herbs. He then lit a match, studying the flame for a minute. A match, to strike at fate.

"Alright. Against my better judgment...show me her. Show me what our lives will-"

"You know, there's better uses for a poncho."

He turned, and sure enough, you were standing there, clearly seeing what he was doing. He quickly put out the match, standing up quickly.

"H-how did you know where to find me?"

"I didn't. You're just at my house."

He turned to look at it, and realized just how bad this looked. Ah. So THIS is how he really blew it.

"I'm. Uh. Sorry. This looks bad, I'll just go home-"

He tried to walk past her, only to have you stop him by grabbing his shirt sleeve.

"Let me ask you something. Do you NOT wanna be near me?"

"No! The opposite! I wanna be near you and-"

"So you left me at the party?"

He cringed at that, just now realizing that his social skills weren't. Great. He sighed, giving a small nod.

"Yes. Because I thought you wouldn't...want to be near Bruno. The bad luck guy, the goldfish killer."

"If I didn't want you near me, I got a really funny way of showing it. Look, maybe it's just the party you didn't like. Why don't we simmer it down a bit. You wanna come inside for a drink? Just me and you?"

Bruno thought against it. But he just. Really, and honestly wanted this. So, he nodded. She brought him inside, and it was just like her. Comfortable, in a totally foreign way. He thought it was a little forward, you snatching a bottle and bringing it right to her room. But it was as she said, live in the now. So he tried to think nothing of it as you both sat down at your bed, and a glass was given to him. He took a sip, and sighed. It was nice.

"Thank you. I know I've been...weird tonight. Not myself. Though I guess you don't know what myself is, given that we just met."

You chuckled, clinking your glass against his.

"I've seen glimpses, I think. You're not seven foot tall-"

"Unfortunately."

That made you chuckle. 

"And you're not this 'guapo semental' that you were trying to play off. Bruno isn't clean cut and charming. He's...awkward. A little messy. And I like it when his hair is down."

"You'd be the first. Hell, my niece, Dolores, insisted I tie it up, and even tried to get me to shave my...face."

He just NOW seemed to notice the way his hair curled around one of your fingers. He thought you might be acting weird from the alcohol, but you had taken no more than a sip. This was real. This wasn't a cruel vision or even a dream. You let go of his hair, for the sake of grabbing onto his chin. The hold was firm, and he wanted to melt into it.

"Shave this? Don't. It looks so nice on you. I'd do anything to get you to keep your face like this."

"Anything?"

You nodded. Your smirk was mischievous, and it made him terribly nervous. He knew why she was leaning in. Knew what it meant, when a woman like you, was looking at a man like him. You two were kissing in an instant, and the taste of wine was so much sweeter from your lips. He quickly held the side of your face, wanting this to last so much longer. You both parted at the sudden shatter. He got so excited, he just. Dropped his glass of wine. He winced.

"Sorry, I just got excited and-"

"Silencio Bruno."

You set your cup to the side, for the sake of grabbing onto his shoulders, and pushing him right onto his back. You was so forward, you rushed into this situation with a man you had just met. It was without restraint or concern. And as you straddled him, holding onto his face as you nibbled on his bottom lip, he adored it. You pulled away after a good moment, leaving them both nearly breathless. 

"I'm going to take off my dress. Then I'm going to take off your clothes. Nod if you want this."

He nodded VERY quickly. You got off of him, and he watched as you pulled down her dress. Your dress came off, then your underwear, then your bra. He felt himself gulping. You were...something else to him. Large breasts aside, you had plenty of imperfections-age spots, stretch marks, untrimmed pubic hair, even the occasional faint scar from one thing or another. You crawled right back into his lap, combing your fingers through his scalp in a way that made him shudder.

"Do you want me, Bruno?"

He nodded, slowly, not wanting to disrupt how your hands moved in his hair. 

"Then. Prove it."

You shoved your pussy against his mouth, and he didn't hesitate. He held onto your thighs, and helped himself. He nuzzled into the hot, hairy area, showering it in kisses upon kisses. He wanted to sit here forever, adoring you, letting your push herself softly against him. Then, he started to taste you. He has never known a woman like this, as it wasn't really important to him until now. It didn't taste sweet like wine or even salty, like he thought it would. It just, tasted. But what was intoxicating about you, was the smell.

It was a musk that made his heart rush, that made his tongue eager to slurp and lick at your folds. As if that wasn't enough, he could hear you. Your moans, your little giggles, the way ypu kept mumbling. He loved your mumbling. You mumbled for him to keep going, mumbled for him to be good and eat you all up, and even the way you'd coo 'my little Brunito'. He loved it. So much so, he whined when you pulled away, watching as a string of fluid still connected you both. He looked up at you, swallowing, before wiping his face with the back of his hand (and smearing it in the process).

"Did...I do something wrong?"

If he did, he couldn't tell. Not when your cheeks were flushed, not when your nipples were hard and your pussy was twitching. You shook your head.

"N-no. You were just. Going to get me there too soon. We still gotta take care of you."

You gestured to the rather obvious boner in his pants. Ah. No wonder he felt uncomfortable. He gave an awkward smile, before it was swallowed by your lips. Lips that went from his own lips, to his cheek, to his chin, stopping at his neck. He lifted his arms up to let you pull his shirt over his head, revealing his frame. He thought you hated it, given how you stared at him, and he was about to apologize even, only to feel your nail roam from the hair leading from his chest, down his stomach, even to the patch just above his pants.

"Tanto pelo...tan provocativo~"

You meant it. He could tell by the way you leaned in down, just to purr that into his ear. Your kisses kept going, following the happy trail and leaving lipstick smudges in its wake. Bruno wasn't a studly young man anymore. He was sort of thin while simultaneously having a sort of belly, he had a messy trail of untrimmed hair. And yet, you still found him sexy. It was weird to him, feeling wanted. Not just 'acceptable', but actually wanted and being lusted after. You then grabbed at his pants, and pulled until his cock sprang out, eager to be free. He was a little embarrassed over how excited he was, but it had been SO long since he had been touched, well over ten years. He was expecting you to ask, given how your eyes looked from his cock, to him.

"Let me know when you're close, understand?"

But you didn't. Because, like you said, what mattered, was now. He nodded, breath a little shaky. Then you kissed it. It was just the head at first, softly, tenderly. Then you drifted down his length, to the base. Your other hand was delicate with his balls, rubbing and massaging them oh so carefully. Just like his face, his pubic hair remained untrimmed, and you didn't mind in the slightest. Then, he was in your mouth. Your mouth was so warm, your tongue so soft. Was it any wonder his toes curled, and his back arched?

"Oh...Tendera. Eres tan buena conmigo…"

His voice was soft, barely able to speak more than a whisper in between him biting onto his finger. He meant it though. And it was sweet, knowing he wasn't looking into a vision right now, but at you. As you took more of him in your mouth, as she slowly slid him in and out of her mouth, he could only think of how nice it was, having a woman like you treating him so well. Thinking about that was probably why he couldn't hang on for very long. He throbbed inside of you, he squirmed on the spot, and he kept mumbling and mewling. He dug his fingers into the sheets below, breath quick and loud.

"I'm g-going to-"

Then, out of the blue, you pulled away. He sat there, leaking and throbbing, ready to have his long awaited orgasm. He almost did when you leaned up to kiss him, even.

"No. I don't want you to finish like this. You're a very special man, Bruno. I want to give you something special."

You got up, leaving him for the sake of going to your dresser. He let his head hang off the bed in order to see what you were doing. Even though his view was upside down, he liked it. Your hair looked nice across your shoulders, and. Well. You had a nice butt. Not that he'd just up and say such a thing, however. Though, he didn't need to, you could feel exactly where his eyes were.

"I uh...I like being special, but you got me nervous."

Then, you pulled it out. It was a mess of black straps, and some green...what looked to be a fake penis. He rolled on his front, despite the pain it brought to his own length, looking up at you, the toy, then you.

"Is. Is that supposed to-"

"I'm supposed to fuck you with it. Because you're just that special, Bruno."

You expected him to be hesitant, maybe even argumentative. But, instead, you just received a shrug.

"Eh, alright."

"That's it? That's really all it takes?"

He winced a bit, hard cock rubbing against the soft sheets. He wasn't going to last at all, he didn't need his gift to see that.

"I mean. You don't look like the kinda woman that likes 'no', and, well, I don't like saying it myself, so, long it's your bed I'm in, I don't see why I should care."

He thought he said the wrong thing, given how you just stared at him, as if you were bewildered. Then, you chuckled, bending down to pinch his cheek.

"I'm going to be so good to you, Bruno."

You crawled back up on the bed, and he felt you sit at his legs. Was it embarrassing, feeling your nails grab and knead into his ass? Not how he thought it would be honestly. Probably because it was affection, and if there was one thing Bruno loved, it was affection. He buried his face in his arms, trying not to make such embarrassing sounds as you kept kneading, teasing and massaging him. Then, he felt you spread them, and something being pressed against his ass. It was warm, slick with...something, oil if he had to guess. He felt you slowly glide it up and down, threatening to enter him multiple times.

"You've...done this before, haven't y-you?"

"Once or twice. Don't worry, you'll like it. Just ease your shoulders,"

He felt his body go limp once your nails grazed down his back. It was such a slow, tender touch.

"And relax."

Then, he felt it. It pushed inside of him. It was a slow entry, stopping at just the tip. It wasn't comfortable. At first. You pushed it in and out, introducing more and more, little by little. By the time he had half of it inside of him, his body was in fire, cock throbbing at the sensation of being stretched.

"K-knock on wood knock on wood…"

He reached up to knock at your bedpost, then at his own head. He could feel your eyes boring into him, and he gulped as he explained. 

"It's uh...m-me needing good luck. I'm trying not to f-finish already."

Your giggle felt almost sinister to him. He felt your legs coil around his, pretty much keeping him under you, and your breasts press against his back as you laid onto him. You were taller than him, so you were rather heavy to him. Not that he minded in the slightest. He felt you push the toy in fully, making him feel incredibly stuffed.

"Oh, Bruno, you don't have to worry about that."

Your nails dragged against his scalp, gliding through his hair, and grabbing a huge chunk of it, pulling it to the side to expose his ear. Your voice purred to him, making goosebumps form on his skin.

"Because you don't finish until I say so."

Then, you started to move. Actually, that was an understatement. You proceeded to FUCK him. As in, your hips started to smack into his, the false cock bumping against that perfect spot he didn't know existed, even just knowing your breasts were pressed against him like this made his cock leak all over your sheets. And the way you touched his pretty hair. The way you held it and pulled it, as If you owned him. And at this point, you did. You kept muttering and mumbling in his ear, lips occasionally grazing against it as you did so.

"You're so tight, Bruno. You handle me so nicely, Bruno. Do you like this? Do you like letting a woman take you like this?"

He was amazed he could hear you over his own sounds. He was usually so good at keeping quiet, but he couldn't help himself here, he really tried His cries were loud, his breath was shaky, he was a mess.

"I'm- I c-can't-"

"Shhh, silencio, silencio, Brunito."

His moans were swallowed by your lips. By your kisses, by your tongue snaking into his mouth, by your teeth grazing against his bottom lip. Bruno thought this couldn't get better. But what was even better? Was watching your eyes. Bruno hated that he did this, but he adored eye contact with people he loved. And you were no exception. He stared into your eyes, despite making the pleasure difficult, and you stared right back. He was letting you have all of him, and you were doing the exact same. Then, you made him lift up the lower half of his body. You kept going, threatening to make him cum with every movement. You grabbed his hand, bringing it to his ever throbbing cock.

"Show me how you finish. Show me how you like to be touched."

He obeyed. He always played with himself with no rhyme or reason. Just desperation. And while the speed was the same, the touch wasn't. So much softer, unlike the slamming into his ass. He loved the sound they made, loved how he knew he was smearing himself all over your pretty hand. What made him finally finish, was a vision. It was accidental, mind you. It was just the smallest glimpse, a few seconds at the most. Of you laying on top of him, smiling, satisfied. That was all it took for him to finish, staining not only your hand, but your sheets.

You were so loving during this. Still fawning over your with those owl like eyes, still pumping his cock and plowing his ass. You only stopped once he started to mutter grateful, pathetic 'thank you's, getting the idea that he was truly done.

You pulled out of him, leaving him feeling empty, before rolling him onto his back, and promptly laying on his chest. He tried not to breathe too hard, as to not disturb you, but damn his body was still REELING from what just happened. He had just gone to a party, danced in front of a crowd, and made love to a beautiful woman he hadn't even known for a full twenty four hours. And now, he was sitting in her bed, at her house, naked, sweaty. He stared off into space for a moment, before looking down at you.

You laid there, nails caressing the hair at his chest, bare body resting against his. He wasn't a mammoth in terms of body hair,, but it was just enough to keep you interested.. He swallowed, mouth suddenly feeling dry. What do you even SAY after something like this?

"You know, didn't predict this one happening."

You laughed. It was a loud, boisterous, shameless laugh. He loved it. You wrapped your legs around him, paying no mind to the toy pressed against his stomach.

"What CAN you predict, Bruno?"

"You...want me to give you a prediction? Even if-"

"I don't mean a real one, Bruno."

You rolled her eyes, turning to face him. He felt the toy pressed against his stomach, still surprised that it was inside of him at one point.

"I mean, what do you think is in our future? What do you want?"

He wrapped his arms around you, hands resting at the small of your back.

"I...I want you to have dinner with us at our Casita. You're an incredible woman, and you belong in an incredible family. Er, I'm sorry, that's a LOT to unpack on the first-"

He was silenced when you took a hold of his face, and kissed him. Something told him you was more than happy to take him up on his offer. And he could also tell, by the way you kept the toy pressed against you, that you weren't done with him JUST yet.

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"No no no! Isabela, greens! Green roses, mi hija!"

"Julieta, it's nothing really-"

"Shh! Pepa! Pepa it's too sunny!"

Apparently when you briefly mention you'll bring someone over to dinner, the entire family lost their mind. Normally calm Julieta was losing her mind trying to organize, Pepa was beaming so hard, the sub was beating on them like a damn desert- it was a mess that while it was sweet, wished they'd calm down. Agustín called out from the kitchen.

"Honey! You forgot your food on the stove!"

She swore under her breath, before patting Bruno's shoulder, offering a loving smile.

"Don't you worry, we will make it perfect, I know this means so much to you!"

She dashed into the kitchen before he could reply. His sisters always did baby him more than they babied one another. He sighed, trying to figure out how he could calm the storm, when Félix wrapped an around him, grinning something else at him. 

"Give these two a break, Bruno. They're happy for you. Pepa always did worry that you'd be stuck with the rats forever."

Bruno raised a brow at him.

"What's wrong with the rats?"

"Nothing! You just need a woman too, you know? Someone special. And I can tell this one is!"

Bruno rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"She...is. A lot. I think I know how you feel around Pepa. Which is weird, usually I'm scared of her."

"That's how you know I've got a STRONG wife. But anyway, I just want to say I'm happy for you. And if you get nervous, or if someone is giving you a hard time, you talk to me, understand? You're my bro, I want to take care of you."

Bruno offered a mild smile.

"That's...sweet, Félix. Thank you. Sometimes I forget I really do have a brother."

"Ah, I forgot too."

He patted Bruno's head, making him chuckle. He had always been sort of intimidated by his size, but in a way, it was comforting. Bruno felt him turn his head to look at him, keeping his voice very low.

"And brothers...also get advice from one another. You know. That kind of advice."

Bruno took a second, before it clicked what he meant. He stepped back a bit.

"W- Félix, no, we're not doing this-"

"Listen, you got pegged for the first time, a LOT of stuff is confusing."

"Why would you know this?"

Bruno loved Félix, really he did, but his honesty was a bit. Much sometimes.

"I know the signs. You're constantly touching your hair, smiling a lot- I've been there."

"That's not-wait. You. You and Pepa…?"

Félix nodded, and Bruno wished being unalive was in his near future. He held his hands up, as if he was trying to keep him from freaking out.

"Listen, sometimes Pepa needs a stress reliever, and that's NORMAL-"

"I'm leaving to my prediction cave."

"But didn't Meribel destroy it-"

"Don't care, bye!"

[kuroosdumbslut]

Hawks, Bakugou, Dabi, and Shouto reacting to their sleep-deprived s/o

*its been a while, lots of shit has gone down in my life but im fighting to keep my head high. new info: ive come out as a transman and im going to be goin back to school in august. i hope you guys who still stuck around will enjoy this* cw / tw : alluding to sex in dabi’s, not graphic

Hawks:

first of all, if you think he’s not gonna record you, youre wrong

as soon as he realizes its been 18+ hours since you slept, he’s got his phone in hand and the camera app opened

besides recording, though, he loves it when hes cooking you something only for you to come up behind him and stay glued to him while he cooks

HE WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH UNTIL YOU BEG HIM TO STOP SO YOU CAN BREATHE

if hes on a mission or out running errands but knows youre pulling an all-nighter, he will send you tiktoks to keep you happy and laughing

will eventually persuade you to lay down with him and go to sleep; he may think youre adorably funny when sleepy, but he wants you to be happy and healthy overall

Bakugou:

first of all, usually he doesnt know or notice due to his sleep schedule

if he does notice, hes gonna try to get you to go ‘nap’ with him

in reality, once he has you in bed, he koala’s himself around you so youre forced to just stay and fall asleep

if its a case where you both HAVE to be awake, you get to see a side of him no one has seen: him as he usually is, just with much less awareness and unintentionally funny

seriously, if you’re both sleep deprived, hes just so funny for no reason and that has you busting out in laughter

he also gets like??? super affectionate and clingy too, which is adorable

Dabi:

hes so used to being sleep deprived, he just acts like he normally does

however, since he has you now, he does enjoy taunting and teasing you (in a mostly tame/borderline romantic way)

he’ll sneak up behind you and scare you a little and then hold you close (he’d be lying if he said holding you wasnt calming)

this lil shit tho,,, be warned that he already has a pretty decent libido and sleep deprived sex just so happens to be a favorite activity of his with you

if you pass out afterwards, he will take a cute lil pic of you curled up in bed (and then he gets off his ass to clean you up and make sure youre okay)

Shouto:

this sweet boy,,, if he knows you havent slept much, he offers to take a nap with you

hes worried that maybe youre having some kind of anxiety thats keeping you awake, or depression episodes that drain you but also keep you awake for days at a time

if its nothing like that and you assure him that you just have a pot you need or want to get done, he offers to help you out as much as he can

its so cute tho, since its just the two of you awake for the next maybe hour, he will take mini breaks where he will gently hold your face and either whisper a few things off the miles long list of things he loves about you or gives you little kisses

once everythings done, he will gladly stay and fall asleep with you

[ramzawrites]

Ah right sorry! I dont know how but my brain was like 'yes discord is exists in minecraft'- Yes of course I dont mind! You can do whatever you want with the request :) Good im happy to hear that! And Thank you!

Original Request: Could I request a shy and quiet reader forgetting they're on a discord call and starts to sing a song that they are listening to? and whoever is on call with them joins in? maybe with Tommy, Wilbur and some other characters you want to write for :)

Remember to eat and drink water!

Secret Singing - Reader Insert

GN

Pairings: none stated but can be read as Wilbur x Reader

Characters included: Wilbur, Tommy, Jack Manifold

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request <3

Summary: Wilbur was busy, but not busy enough to help Y/N set up their workspace at their favorite spot! Going off to fulfill his own errands only to come back to a nice and beautiful tune in the air. 

Words count: 2125

Authors Note: Lmao you are valid, I mean after all skype is canon in the dsmp 💔 Skype my abhorred 💔

Also adhd went brrr again, I tried looking over it a ton but there might still be a few mistakes!

“Oh, wow! Need any help with that, Y/N? That’s a lot of wool you got there!” Wilbur was running through L’Manberg to deal with some errands but stopped in his tracks, having to do a double take as he just saw a mountain of blue wool on legs walk towards his direction. Only then did he notice that it was Y/N who was holding on to a basket with the wool in their arms.

With a concentrated expression Y/N turned around a bit so they could look at him. Pieces of loose wool was laying in their hair or was stuck on their flushed face “Oh! Didn’t see you there! And it’s alright! I’m just getting it over to my bench!”

With their bench they meant the wooden bench they set up themself next to a small pond. They loved working close by it hence the bench to make it a bit more comfortable. It was also still a minute or two off and with the way Y/N was already struggling with the basket, Wilbur couldn’t just stand and watch. How could he hope to be a proper president when he didn’t help people who clearly needed it?

He shook his head with a fond smile on his face, stepping closer to grab the basket from them “Nope, let me help you. Not taking no for an answer.”

Y/N let out a few weak protests but ended up just pushing it into his arms, not wanting to accidentally spill the freshly treated wool unto the ground.

“Hey, um, be- bend down a little, Wil.” their voice weak and wavering like usual. Their shyness getting ahold of them again.

Not even thinking about why they asked this of him, he obliged. They then scoped up the top of the soft mountain so Wilbur had actually a chance to look across. He might be tall but that didn’t help when you held something big in your own arms.

With a soft satisfied smile they begun moving again and for a second Wilbur just stared as he readjusted his grip on the surprisingly heavy basket that Y/N probably made themself. Following after them and making sure that no stray pieces of wool would fall off.

“So, what’s all the blue wool for?” he asked.

For some reason this seemed to amuse Y/N “Well, a lot of our clothes use blue wool. The flag as well! I need some blue thread to either stitch some more flags down on clothing or when repairing them. Same for the flags flying about. General stitching. Besides can’t hurt to have some extra, might even sell some!”

In hindsight this made sense. When this whole L’Manberg situation started out Y/N offered to help stitch together their torn clothes. Over time they got really good at it and nowadays they have kind of turned into the resident seamstress.

Wilbur once apologized for pushing them into this profession only for them to vehemently shake their head “No! It’s fine! I- I enjoy it! It, uh, it also gives me something else to do than worry about our existence.”

He couldn’t argue with that. It was something that he lacked. Everything he did was dedicated to this new nation after all and he would lie, and he did, if this didn’t take a bit of a toll on him sometimes.

Once they arrived at the bench, Wilbur softly placed down the wool next to the seating area as Y/N carefully returned the extra wool back on top. They then sat down on the bench while taking out their tools out of their inventory to turn the wool into yarn or thread.

It wasn’t unusual finding them working here, especially when the weather was playing nice. Often enough sitting together with other people in sometimes comfortable silence or happy chatter. Either making thread, stitching or whatever work they had to do and could do outside.

“Thank you, Wilbur! I’m sure you are busy so I won’t keep you longer but you are welcome to join me if you are done with work before me.”

Wilbur picked some of the stray wool off his uniform and sighed, not particularly looking forward to the work “Yeah. I’ll come around if I can. I’m going to meet up with Tommy in a bit so he might join as well, not sure though.”

Y/N nervously chuckled “Yeah, don’t worry. I know.”

They then begun to set up their tools to start working. Not even looking after Wilbur who begun walking off again in a snail’s pace. He really wasn’t looking forward to his work at the moment but alas it was very important.

It took a bit, but he soon arrived at the building he and Tommy set up as something of a headquarter. It was basically just a room covered in maps, scrapped ideas, plans and a few weapon and armor pieces.

Tommy was already waiting inside for him. He looked a bit annoyed with his arms in front of his chest. Before he could complain to him though Wilbur already threw his arm around Tommy and led him to his latest sketched out plan for L’Manburg. Trying to distract him with work.

They were mostly discussing how to ensure the safety of the new nation and how to create a functioning system inside that would ensure that everything inside would move along smoothly.

Hours passed as they schemed and begun setting a few safety measures up or helped the residents of L’Manberg where they could. Jack Manifold later joined them as well. Helping and even offering ideas of his own to incorporate.

“I think that is all we can do for today. I’m getting seriously tired.” Jack sighed, cleaning the dust off his hands on his own clothes.

“You’re going home?” Tommy asked.

Jack crossed his arms, his eyes wandered off to the side behind his mismatched glasses as he thought for a second “Mh, I was hoping we could hang a bit, you know, outside of work. Haven’t done that in a while.”

“Oh! I promised to maybe spend some time with Y/N if they are still at their pond!” Wilbur suddenly exclaimed, remembering the exchange from a few hours ago.

A happy smile appeared on Jack’s face “Let’s go together then! I haven’t seen them in a while, and it’s been even longer that I hung out with them while they worked. It’s always very calming for some reason.” The last part he muttered but Wilbur caught it.

He wasn’t the only one who thought like this. Most of the people in L’Manberg were drawn to them especially in this chaotic time. It was nice having someone like that around.

“Guess I’ll come with you.” Tommy suddenly exclaimed, pulling Wilbur back out of his thoughts.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, why not. I need to ask them to look at my coat anyhow.”

With that the group begun moving, it was slowly getting darker, but it was still warm outside, so if they were lucky, Y/N was still out.

They were chatting about what they were planning to do next or in Jack’s and Tommy’s case what they have been up to only for them to get interrupted by a tune that the wind carried over to them.

A bit surprised Wilbur looked at the others, hoping to see if they too hear it and true enough, they seemed to be just as surprised as them. Someone was singing but he has never heard a voice like this.

Frankly, it was beautiful.

The tune was sounding sad and yet the lyrics that accompanied it were hopeful. Wishing for peace in a time of turmoil. Promises of a better time filled with a deep love via the voice.

It was a song that none of them ever have ever heard. An original song perhaps?

But what really surprised them was from what direction the music came from.

It came from the pond. From Y/N’s bench.

Almost as if they were worried to scare away a wild animal, they begun to sneak towards said pond. Staying off the path and taking a wild berth. Hiding behind the trees, trying to avoid that if their hunch were right, that Y/N wouldn’t see them approaching.

Wilbur pressed his index finger against his pursed lips as they got closer, motioning for the others to keep quiet. To which Tommy just rolled his eyes, seeing how this was obvious.

Jack slowly moved around the tree and there he saw it.

Y/N was sitting on the bench, their legs crossed with a piece of fabric in their hands that they seemed to stich another L’Manburg flag into. Slowly moving their head from one side to the next to the rhythm of the song.

Wilbur followed suit, using his superior height to peak his head out above Jack while Tommy crouched down to do the same.

They were still intently staring at their handiwork, pushing the nail and thread into the cloth only to pull it out again. Their mouth turned into a happy little smile as they sang this hopefully hymn.

“Wow, I didn’t think they could sing like that.” Jack whispered, looking up to Wilbur.

He nodded, his eyes continuing to rest on Y/N’s happy expression “Yeah. It’s beautiful.”

“I guess it’s fine.” Tommy just whispered back. Of course, he still had to put on his cool dude persona.

Wilbur flicked Tommy’s head “Just say for once what you really think!” He still made sure to keep his voice down, not having heard enough of the song and Y/N’s voice yet.

Tommy scowled and jumped back so he was standing at his full height again “What do you mean? I say what I think! The hell are you talking about!” He tried to keep his voice down but at the end he got louder which made Wilbur panic and clasp his hand around Tommy’s mouth.

Though Tommy saw this coming and dodged out of the way by ducking, resulting in Wilbur to fall over. Crashing into Tommy and pushing him onto the ground, both of them letting out a startled yell.

The singing immediately stopped.

“Ah! Look what you have done!” Jack whined, helping the two reluctantly up.

“Well, if Tommy would have shut his mouth!”

“You attacked me!”

“I did not! I was trying to shut you up!”

“Guys?” a soft and unsure voice broke through their argument.

All three men slowly turned around to see Y/N clutching the piece of cloth they had been working on close to their chest. Avoiding any eye contact. Their face covered in a deep blush. Chewing on their lower lip.

“Are you okay? I- I heard a thud and- I just- I wanted to make sure-“ they stammered.

Tommy seemed to be confused at that “What? No. You were singing though, right Y/N?” Getting straight to the point apparently.

“Tommy!” Both Jack and Wilbur yelled out in outrage.

Y/N’s eyes widened, and they moved the cloth up to their face. Effectively hiding behind it “No. I- uh. I’m sorry?”

“What are you sorry for? Your voice is amazing! Why haven’t you told us you can sing?” Wilbur stepped closer. His eyes wide as well but in amazement.

Though Y/N seemed to cower down even more the closer he got “Because- Because I can’t. Please just forget about it.”

Wilbur wanted to know more, hear more of their singing but they seemed panicked. Hiding away and trying to clearly get out of the situation and he had to take a step back. Guilt welling up in him.

“I’m sorry. We just heard your song, and it was beautiful. I have never heard this song. I guess we got enamored by it especially since your singing was really amazing.”

Jack put his hand on Wilbur’s shoulder and pushed him back a few steps “Come on let’s drop it. They are clearly uncomfortable. I’m sorry Y/N.” He then begun pulling Wilbur along, grabbing Tommy in the process as well who just yanked his arm away from him stating he could walk good enough on his own.

“Wilbur?”

He immediately turned around again to see the nervous Y/N with a determined expression on their face. The cloth now back down.

“The song! I mean, uh, my parent taught me that song when I was a child. Apparently, they wrote it.”

“It’s a really beautiful one. Your parent must be very talented. If you feel ever more comfortable enough I would love to hear the full song.”

Y/N took a deep breath in “I know how to play it on guitar and keyboard? I could, uh, you know. Teach it to you?”

Wilbur’s smile returned to his face “Sounds like a plan.”

[toshigimmemilk]

genre: ANGST w/ a lil comfort (clues towards that reader will get better with love and time)

warning: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ����𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

characters: !timeskip iwaizumi x !gn reader (past)

!timeskip osamu miya x !gn reader (present)

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ghostin by ariana grande ───────────────⚪────────────── ◄◄⠀▐▐ ⠀►► 1:17 / 3:48 ⠀ ───○ 🔊 ɴᴇxᴛ ᴜᴘ: dancing with your ghost by sasha alex sloan - a/n: i hope u guys like this. this was originally supposed to be ushijima instead of iwa. anyways im trying to better my writing so pls lmk what y’all thinking. sorry for the bad writing.

is it fair that you should feel like this, especially at night while lying next to your current lover thinking of a figure of your past, someone you loved so long ago? the tear soaked pillow that muffled each sob would disagree.

iwaizumi hajime was it for you. he was the one you’d been waiting for but some would say, right person wrong time, and boy were they right.

you hate thinking about that night. the night he left you so suddenly, cold and alone and each night you cried, you cried enough to fill olympic sized pools. you wish he had left you for someone else, that would be better than whatever this is, you thought. iwaizumi had left you to get food when the crash happened. it’s all my fault you thought, i should’ve just went to sleep hungry. the trip to the hospital was a blur and all those night spent in the hospital pleading to the celestial beings up above to save the love of your life who was now clinging to life with bare chances of opening his eyes again.

the fateful incident would end up being devastating for you both. a lively household once filled with love and laughter turned into a prison cell where only quiet sobs were the only thing that rang through the house.

the funeral was a haze. soft cries and whispers of sorry’s that meant nothing to you. it won’t bring him back.

every moment and every item reminded you of him. you hadn’t slept in his part of the bed, his reminder from that night still left in the bed, ruffled bedsheets, a used towel on the nightstand and a pillow that smelled like him. you hadn’t even dared to go near that side, too afraid that if you touched that too, it will also leave you.

too afraid to open his closet and see his clothes, his jersey, and his shoes. how cruel, you thought. how cruel was it that you have to be reminded of him constantly and your body and mind didn’t want to do anything to change that.

too afraid to move on and too afraid that he might be sad that you’re moved on from him and his love. it’s what he would want, he would want you to be happy, that’s what they all said but was that really true? you told yourself that there was no one else for you, only hajime. you were so accustomed to his love and now that it’s gone, were you even capable of loving someone else, someone that’s not him? the idea seemed impossible to you.

that fact couldn’t be more true, even years later as you laid in bed with another but still thinking of your former lover. nights seemed to be the hardest, it always is. all those hidden feelings and emotions always seem to pour out at night.

there was nothing you could do to stop the tears, sobbing quietly as you grazed your fingers over the face of the man that laid next to you. his face relaxed as he slept but it felt cruel to torture him like that, it wasn’t fair of him to carry a burden like this and shifting your body to face the other side you couldn’t help but cover your mouth as another sob escape your lips.

osamu miya was a force to be reckoned with. he loved you so hard and proud that the guilt in your heart only increased thinking about it. he’s done so much to fix you, carrying your baggage as if it was his own and helped you so much when he didn’t have to.

you met osamu while running errands, earlier that day, feeling too depressed to even get out of bed you’d finally decided that you should get your life back on track. deciding to go get some groceries to finally start making meals for one, crying some more at the thought that there will be no more shared breakfasts, no more staying cuddled in bed and rush hour in the house but just you and your loneliness.

osamu had accidentally bumped into you causing you to drop your oranges all over the floor, the sight causing your lips to wobble and he took note of this as soon as he looked at your face. “hey hey it’s okay. ‘m sorry. didn’t see ya”. you sighed, just what i needed you thought. you excused yourself from him but chasing you down he convinced you to come and eat at his restaurant, onigri miya but much to your reluctance, he still dragged you there.

from then on, osamu would try to invite you to come to his restaurant. you bumped into him frequently and soon you started to become friends but it was still hard for you to go out there and socialize after what you had been through.

osamu was there. he was there on your worst days. he was there when you told him, how you lost a half of you to date, he was there at nights to hold you while you cried. he was there to wipe your tears away. he was there. he fed you on days when you were struggling. he cleaned you up on days when you couldn’t get out of bed. he sat you down next to the tub and washed your hair. he was there.

you soon started to open your heart to him but you were still afraid to take that small leap, afraid that if you jumped and there was no safety net, who was going to catch you?

he told you about himself, much more than you had ever known and heard about him through his brother. he was funny, kind, very caring and he was just perfectly himself.

you should be moved on by now, osamu thought as he watched you turn over and hearing you muffled sobs. every night he’d pretend to sleep so you wouldn’t feel embarrassed to cry and each night he wanted to reach out and hold you but something in him held him back. he just let you let it all out.

he knows that you know about him knowing how you cry at night. he knows that you wish that iwaizumi was here in his place, and after everything that you both had been through there was so much he wanted to do with you, so much love he wanted to give you and so many things he wanted to show you.

you were so grateful for osamu. he’s been so good to you, so understanding about you and you were guilty and afraid that you were putting him through so much than he signed up for. you knew how much osamu’s heart would break everytime he heard you cry and you wished that he would admit how much it hurts him and how much pain it’s causing him too.

osamu knew you hated yourself so much for putting him through all this trouble but he was okay with waiting. he will be there for you as long as you need him even if you cried for a man that no longer exists in your own shared bed.

he knows that he will be there for you no matter how long it will take, a little bit of baggage is nothing for him compared to how much he truly loves you.

ending notes: this wasn’t that good ik. i promise i’ll get better. also i used the lyrics and references. pls those two songs has me so depressed on bag nights. anyways love y’all 💗

[quirklessidiot]

Title: first meetings [ii. the small pink-haired boy] Genre: just angst, drama, romance, historical fiction Pairing: Sorcerer!Sukuna x gn!sorcerer!reader (heian era; pre-curse sukuna)

Synopsis: in which you befriend the slave boy you’re supposed to spy on.

Warnings: not canon stuff, future dark themes,, smoll manga spoilers, slavery, whipping, mentions of rape, language and violence Notes: im kinda back i guess skksks also these are pretty much random au’s of my own take of sukuna’s back story uwu, theyre arranged in no particular order and you can read them in any order. This started out as a random one shot and i couldnt get it out of my head lol ksksksks, def not canon btw but it is canon that sukuna used to be an all powerful sorcerer before he turned to the dark side or smthng.

lil dictionary: non-person-  usually what they called slaves during the heian era.

masterlist [for other parts] ;; taglist 

“That’s beautiful.”

Contrasting to your rather clean and prestigious appearance, the young boy was dressed in rags and had dirt painted on his face. You could tell by his uncommon red eyes that he didn’t want you here nor did he even want to be associated with you.

“...the boy is rather prideful.” your otosan recounted a few nights before, you’d usually have conversations like this since you were quite close with him and he did like to confide you with these things,“but he has spirit, he’d be good for a ward.”

“What are you doing here?” He spat, being a part of and the sole heir of your family meant you were also treated with dignity and respect, it seemed like this boy wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone, this made you grin wildly much to his disdain, “Oi, stop grinning like that. You’re creeping me the fuck out.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“And I don’t care.” 

“Has anyone told you that you’ve got quite the temper?”

“Well, has anyone told you that you’re being an annoying bitch?” he bit back, five minutes into your first meeting, this strange boy seemed to want to get furthest away from you. He seemed to be rather ignorant to his overflowing cursed energy, your father was right, this boy was definitely no joke. 

“That’s sad.” You pouted, “All I wanted to say was how beautiful that Kimono is.”

“I was at a store, looking for some clothes that best suited you when I saw a young boy of your age…” your otosan narrated, “Who had a rather high cursed energy, he seemed unaware with it. He works as an errand boy, I believe, he carries heavy clothes and silk… His looks are hard to miss Y/N, so I’m sure you won’t miss him...try to talk to him…”

The boy looks up to you, completely annoyed, “Well, you said it. Now fuck off, yeah?”

You chose to ignore him and just bend down to his level, you had no training for today so you might as well join the boy for a moment since you had time to kill, “You know, if you keep keeping that attitude up, you might scare the customers away.” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah?” he clicked his tongue, “Looks to me that you aren’t even here to buy anything.”

“He seemed rather…” Your otosan described, “perplexed...so you might as well go in my stead…”

“Ah.” your grin doesn’t seem to fade despite his rather rough way of speaking, “You just seemed around my age so I got interested.”

“No shit, now buzz off. I got no time for kids like you.”

He talks as if he was older than you, it’s no surprise. Boys like him tend to think they know quite a lot.

“Do you wish to tell me your name now?”

He was silent for a moment.

That’s when realization dawned upon you, why he seemed perplexed around your otosan, why he thinks you were an annoying buzz, and why he couldn’t reply when you asked for his name. You feel yourself inwardly cringe at your mistake, it seems like the boy your father took interest in is a slave with no name, “Twenty.” he mumbles, shrugging nonchalantly.

“What?”

“They call me twenty.” he recounts, his voice is still rough around the edges, remaining uncensored by his identity.

“Right…” you tilt your head, “Twenty…”

“You’ve got silks to bring to the next town, boy!” a loud voice calls out, cutting you short, making the pink-haired boy put the pretty kimono down and back for display. Without even sparing you a glance or a word, he retreats to the back and you’re left squatting there alone. You watch him from behind, specifically at the bandages that peeked through his wrists.

The boy had piqued your interest to the point that you made it your weekly agenda to visit him and a-some-nights agenda to watch over him. He still ignores you and seems to be annoyed by you every time but he doesn’t seem to be doing anything about it so you just sit there. 

You were also still in awe by how much raw energy he possessed, you’d ask your otosan if he knew any sorcerers with lost children because it surely seemed as if this boy wasn’t ordinary.

“Just keep an eye on him,” was all your father said as you watch the boy close up shop late at night from on top of a roof, “He might make a great sorcerer and shift the tides.”

Your otosan was not one for gambling on people but it seemed like he made a large bet on this boy. 

As usual, you’re watching over him close up. It’s late and the owner of the place walks out, a pipe on his lips. Right then and there, he slaps the pink-haired teenager right at the face, “You should’ve joined the customer awhile ago in the dressing room, boy.” he growls, “It would’ve been quick…”

You feel the negative energy emit stronger than ever and your grip on your knife is tight, “Don’t get involved, Y/N.” your otosan’s warning echoes in your head, yes your otosan may have been interested in him but he was never one to dwell in human affairs, saying they were annoying and a mess to clean up.

“...It seems like the lesson a few nights ago wasn’t enough.” you snap back to reality and watch his boss stretch out a whip with its pointy ends and you feel your blood run cold. 

‘Don’t get involved-’

You ignore your otosan’s words in your head and throw a stone right at a nearby sign, resulting in a booming clang, making the cat nearby yelp outloud. The pink-haired boy jumps on the spot and so does the older man at the sound.

“Ah fucking-” the older man curses, tucking the whip back in, “No food for you for three days. Know your fucking worth, non-person.”

Your grip on your nodachi lessens as you let out a sigh of relief, whatever legal terms your father must be talking about needs to be done quickly.

On the next day, you’re on your way to visit him again. Carrying the bento box that you know he’ll refuse again because of his ‘pride’ yet you stop dead on your tracks when you find his owner and an older man talking, Sukuna seems to be standing behind them, looking quite uncomfortable.

It didn’t take two and two to guess what was going on, the amount of cursed energy leaking on him was strong so you could only guess this was the man who wanted to get his way on him yesterday. Your nose crinkles in absolute disgust, “Don’t get involved-”

Once again, you ignore your otosan’s words.

“Hey!” You call out, you see his red eyes widen, “What are you doing?”

The older man frowns at your sudden appearance, “None of your business brat. Now go home-”

“I said,” You repeated, your voice dangerously low, “What are you doing to him?”

“He’s a non-person, kid.” his ‘owner’ growls, you notice his hands dangerously close to his whip, “A fucking slave in simpler terms, now get the fuck out before I beat him and you.”

“You don’t scare me.” Your eyes are narrowed, truthfully, no one ever scares you. You were the heir of your clan. It was to be expected and drilled since your curse energy manifested when you were five that fear would come last, “Now unhand the boy.”

“This bitch-”

“Now, now.” The other man smiles, cutting the pink-haired boy’s ‘owner’ off,  “Maybe I can take that young child with me too. After all, they seem to be good friends. Two is better than one…”

You watch the other older man snake an arm on the young boy’s shoulder and you could feel the fear leaking out, it was harder to mask and hide now. 

“Is it alright to put a little scar on’em? So that they’d know-” He gets ready to take out the whip while your fists are clenched, this would be easy. You could get away with this later, at least you’d take the boy away from this place and help him control his energy after. 

Yet before you’re able to land a blow, the pink-haired boy yells at you to move as his ‘owner’ takes out a whip to whip you.

For someone who didn’t seem to like your presence, he was rather quick to defend you, having his face get hit in the process by the sharp whip. Your eyes widen in surprise, “Ah, shit… Y/N, run!” he yells but you’re staring at his very bloody face.

It would obviously leave marks like the wrists and who knows which parts since he was always covered by that very loose raggedy kimono.

You clench your fists tightly and look up from his blood features, the ‘owner’ stops on his tracks when he meets your very cold gaze, “Do you know who you just messed with?” you asked, “You really think I won’t tell my otosan that you planned to make me your prostitute?”

“Y-Y/N, jesus christ just fucking run-” he tried to stutter out, any evidence of the prideful and strong boy who tried to shoo you away was now gone.

Yet like the stubborn child you are, you ignore him and instead take out your family seal and drop it in front of them, ignoring the pink-haired boy’s plea’s and watching the two men in front of you turn white as a ghost as they see the nameplate, “My name is Ryomen Y/N.” You stated, voice loud and clear, “And you better hope that I’ll let you out here dead or me and my otosan will hunt you down for the rest of your life.”

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[pistachoz]

Hi! can I have a The Man Who Fell to Earth Headcannon , and your just best friends with him and you teach him about birthdays?

Btw I love your blogs aesthetic!!!

A/N: aaaah sorry for taking so long in answering! this was going to be a short headcanon but i got a bit carried away hehe. Also, thank you sm 🥺 🥺 It took me a while to make it all matching and aesthetic. Anyway, i hope you like it!

BEING THOMAS JEROME BEST FRIEND AND TEACHING HIM ABOUT BIRTHDAYS

You met Thomas while working as a maid in the first hotel he stayed in when he arrived on earth. 

The first time you saw him, with his black sunglasses and sharp black suit all you could think of was that he was as lost as a fish out of the sea because how the fuck did someone like him ended up in a hellhole like this?? The hotel didn’t even give you spare soaps! The man looked like he could afford a whole ass hotel floor but well you weren’t one to judge because of appearances.

So, you were the first to go straight to him and help him with his bags (even if he insisted he didn’t need help, you were paid to do that anyway). You tried to break the ice through the whole journey but he would simply stare deadpan so you took it as a “shut-up-im-tired-please”, however, when you stopped talking, he said he liked the random-weird facts you sputter about.  So, you got to the conclusion that he was simply dry as fuck.

The first days knowing him was… well, something else. He wouldn’t crack a smile for any of your jokes (and you considered yourself hilarious, welp there goes your dream of being a stand-up comedian) and was always immersed in his world but something about him made you keep coming back to his room and spending at least 5 minutes with him. You felt as if there was just something he was hiding and curiosity always got the best of you so you set your mind to figuring what was it.

It took him a while to open up, but when he came clean about his provenance and why he had come to earth, you swore to yourself you would do anything in your power to help him out. This man -well, alien- was just looking for a way to save his planet. It also warmed your heart that he trusted you enough to tell you that. 

“You are the only person I trust here” 

“Are you serious? Aww, stop it E.T. you are making me blush!”

”E— Who?”

“Oh boy, you really gonna need some classes in pop culture” 

After you knew, this was what was bothering him, things got so much easier in your friendship, now you knew you were actually funny and the problem was him! 

He said he knew about your planet and the most relevant things about it because of T.V. FUCKING T.V. So, you made it your personal goal to teach him all you could teach about earth's popular traditions and must-do’s (man had never eaten cotton candy before!!11¿!).

Trying to teach him about the daily, normal things humans do like running errands or going sightseeing for the simple reason of watching a pretty landscape made him so confused, and for you, it was like taking care of a 5-year-old. 

He would ask about everything and when I say everything I MEAN IT. That man had no boundaries when it came to satisfying his curiosity; he would pick up everything that appeared interesting or intriguing, no matter where you were which sometimes was a pain in the ass because he really needed to stop grabbing things randomly from stores, you are banned from at least 4 near your house because of a 'steal attempt'.

"What's this?"

"Don't touch it! It's a tampon, where do you even find it? Stop grabbing things from the street!"

Yeah, sometimes it was like watching a kid trying not to get himself killed.

One day you were laying on the couch, teaching him the wonders of Jimi Hendrix when something you hadn't thought before crossed your mind.

"I never asked but when is your birthday?"

"My what?"

"Your birthday, it’s, well- when you celebrate the anniversary of the day you were born, people usually make parties or they treat it as an occasion for being self-indulgent. It’s a big thing here on earth."

"I don't think anyone on my planet has ever done anything remotely like that."

"Really? No birthdays? Well, you are here so we have to do something, with balloons and gifts. You know, compensating the ones you haven’t celebrated."

You decide to not make something too big because you didn’t want to overwhelm him. So, you plan to make a picnic and then spend the day sightseeing. At night you were going to make a small gathering with a couple of your closest friends, you knew a party wasn’t really his scene but you thought presenting him people you really cared about would acclimate him more on earth.  

When you asked him when was the day he was born, he answered that the date could not be calculated in the human calendar bc a ‘year’ represented a different amount of time than 365 days; so you stated the day he came to earth as his official birthday.

When the day came you were excited as a child with a lollipop, he just followed you around and marveled at what you showed him. 

For the picnic, you made him pancakes which you had realized was one of his favorite earth meals (he literally make it his 24/7 meal after the first time he tried it, he didn’t eat anything else in a week 😭). Then, you went sightseeing the places you noticed he had liked more.

You hadn’t told him about the plans for the night because you had wanted it to be a surprise, so when you told him that it was time to go back home (yes, you were roomies), he didn’t have a clue ab what was going to happen. When you entered your place, the whole living room was decorated with balloons and the whole atmosphere looked v aesthetically pleasant (your friends helped you decorate while you were gone), on the table was the birthday cake you had prepared for him in the morning with frost saying “HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPACEMAN XXXX YEARS” (bc u weren’t sure how old he actually was and by the floor a couple of presents.

 He was shocked. He had never celebrated anything like this before, the “holidays” he had on his planet were more formal and not personal and intimate like this. He had a hard time trying to figure his emotions but overall felt so content of having met a human like you.

“What are you waiting for, cut the cake alien boy”

And then you proceeded to smash your part of the cake into his face. 

“What? It’s tradition” And then he went and did the same, and for the first time you saw him smile for more than a couple of minutes. (he was so happy and smiley 🥺 🥺)

You spent the whole night between laughs, drinks, and karaoke.

After, the whole trying-to-launch-a-spaceship-full-of-water-to-space and the government locking him up thing, you went to visit him. They wouldn’t let you see him but you eventually did and helped him escape. 

Your birthday was close but it was the last thing in your mind, too tired and consumed with worrying about thomas safety, so it was definitely a surprise when you woke up and the breakfast was already done, a big cake (made by himself “I even made the cake look” he had said) with frosting saying “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N” on top. It brought tears to your eyes and you gave him the biggest hug you could muster.

For the first time in a long while, you spent the day carefree, enjoying the presents and surprises thomas had made for you.

[sevendidnoteat9]

Declare Your Love (MC x Yandere! Asmo)

!! FLASHING WARNING FOR THE GIF !!

"OWO!!"

Warning(s): Yandere Behavior, Talk Of K*lling/Abuse. Somewhat Graphic Attacks/Abuse. Again FLASHING WARNING FOR THE GIF !!

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Declare Your Love.

Declare My Love.

Declare Our Love.

"Let's Declare Our Love MC~!" Cried out Asmodeus who was painting your nails. You always had thought Asmodeus was being Asmo, when he seemingly joked about "Declaring your Love". You were absolute 100% sure He had heard that quote from a cheesy romance Movie but whatever. "What is this declaring our love? Is this some trend or-" "Darling No! My love for you, is not a trend. Although you could, Be very trendy on devilgram if-" "ASMO!!". You jumped on the Bubbly Demon Smoshing a pillow over his face giggling at his joke. "MC your nails!". Your attention flashed towards your nails. Nope, still looking good. Just a little wet from drying. "they're fine Asmo, unlike your hair." You snorted at The Now poor demon curling his hair to be back perfect and nice. "But really darling. My Love for you can go as far as you're Want." . He was trying to make eye-contact with you, But you weren't Allowing him. "It can far, far away and never be seen again." "Then let it go run a marathon and never come back." You uttered. You suddenly Were interested in his nice floofy White pillows. How they looked so floofy, and clean. So Clean and-"MC. I really do have my eyes out For you. How Beautiful, handsome, Perfect, outstanding you look.". He had made his way to your side of the bed, Lifting your chin so that He was making eye-contact with you. You were clinging your fists, as You didn't like being this close to Asmo. "You know i'll kill for You. To Be a killer for my Darning MC. To be able to come home, With dirty blood shed, Messy hair, knowing it was worth it for You." You were now frozen as what you just heard from Him. Kill. To actually hurt a incorrect/maybe so not being. To kill them for MC. You were getting Furious and out-raged by these words. Was this a sick joke? Maybe Asmodeus wanted your reaction? Yes, that would explain it. Asmo would never do this. Never would He ever-"MC? Are you okay? You haven't even answered me, and youre sweating. Is it too hot in here? I can turn my AC on but It Takes a While To-" "WHY WOULD YOU KILL FOR ME? ASMO WHY WOULD YOU HURT SOMe PERSON FOR ME? IM JUST SO DUMB HUMAN! IT UPSETS ME HOW YOU, WOULD KILL FOR ME". You were now standing on his bed screaming out these words, clinging your fists, so hard Your nails were stabbing your palms. You looked at Asmo's confused face for a while. Trying to read it. It was like it was in a different language you didn't know. How could he even go along with He just said? You were hoping just maybe, one of the brothers would come in On this moment. Would end this painful silence. But you two were home alone, Together. Asmo had begged his brothers to leave you two alone while They went out to do errands. You had made it clear you, weren't allowing Any sinful things To happen Which took a while to get cross To Them. But you really meant it. Asmo let a smirk come across his face, as he laughed. "You dont get it? Honey, Let's declare our love! You may not understand yet, but thats okay. You're learn soon~". Your breathing was becoming Shaky & Weak. Weak. The word you hated the most. The word that you were called aleast once, By each brother. But Asmodeus. Just except this one demon, who had seen potential in you, and Didn't make fun of it. This demon who was at your feet, with loving eyes, wanting to Declare his absolute love for you. How could you repay him? For his kindness, Offerings, everything? By declaring your love back of course! That night you had got down on your knees with him, And declared your love! You did it MC!! you finally did it. But that was just the start of this Wicked, horrible game. You had been trapped in this hellhole (no pun intended,,) For so long. You had been traumatized. Asmo loved to show you reminders that you were his, and his only. Oh you darling MC! how lucky you were, with how patient he is. Even your attempts to Run away! Oh sweetie, you weren't getting that far. He was already ready for your attempts. That had made him chain you in his room for the weekend. You & Him could have been partying!! MC why do you do too such pitiful things?

You are ruining his plans, he had made for himself And sometimes you. He had shaken you to the core. You were barely let out of his sight or his room. Your attempts at getting the other brother's help had failed. You had tried some many times, but Asmodeus had covered it up with you having so many hangovers and bad dreams. And if any of the brothers had assumptions: It would be Satan. He had noticed his brother had never came out of his room much, as Usually he was a busy-body. He was becoming more of a shut-in than Levi. And what about MC? He had once saw poor MC chainied while Asmo was out partying. Satan had tried his best to destory the chains, but he seemed utterly useless. While in the middle of his not-so-successful plan, Asmodeus had came back to check on his darling MC. only to find Satan trying to undone the ties and Chains. He was utterly upset as He found back for Satan trying to take his poor MC! You were frighted as you could do anything tied up, as Asmo-speed of lighting hassled down Satan. All Satan could do was try to fight back his brother, And Miss the incoming Blows. Asmo had picked up a Metal bat and beating his brother with it. It seemed as he didn't want to full on kill him, just to knock him out With a few blows. You kicked and screamed knowing the screaming was utterly over the tape. Your hands were chained and taped to your back. Damn it, if you didn't find some way out of these chains, Satan might be damned, as how hard Asmo was beating him. You kept kicking and screaming, hoping one of the brothers Would show up. Maybe Lucifer? Mammon? Beel? Anyone. Asmo took one final hit to Satan's chest before Satan coughed up some more blood. Asmo dragged him beside You, taking a long while to chain him up, tape, extra chains And more tape. As he chained Satan up, You could see Satan put up a fight. Asmo's sleeves were Ripped with just some parts left. He were probably make up the excuse it was a "new fashion trend" He was starting, and they're believe it. At that moment he had Made contact with you. His face went from soft to pissed Right quick. You had never seen this face before And was somewhat anxious just because. Asmo stood up before slapping You. His MC. "I have went though so much trouble for you, Your screaming, Crying, kicking and now getting my deary brother involved. You've upset me MC. you absolute monster. You couldn't even fight your own fight." His eyes narrowed towards Satan who Was still out cold. "You're so weak~".

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[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

he died his hair prank

peter decided to prank y/n by temporarily dying his hair silver..

pairing: peter x fem!reader

status: dating

peters pov

i finally found a way to get revenge on y/n and her stupid yet believable pranks, since she loves my brown hair so much, no i did not decide to cut it aunt may would literally murder me if y/n didnt so it before her, i decided to temporarily dye it silver but she doesnt need to know its temporary ;)

y/n/n and i decided to hang out in the evening since i told her i had to go run some errands for may, thankfully she believed  it, so now im on my way to go buy some hair dye....*nervous laugh*

i got the hair dye and i took all the stuff out spreading them on my bathroom counter, i decided to record this coz i dont think ill dye my hair again any time soon, plus it felt like i was filming a youtube video

"ok so i watched a couple of videos before this coz i dont wanna mess this beautiful gem up" i said reffering to my hair "im obviously not gonna bleach it, so lets hope my hair is light enough to show the dye" i prayed and attempted to put my hair in a ponytail and it looked pretty good, i watched how y/n does it on my hair everytime we do face masks but doing it for yourself is wayyy harder

*A/N: look at this cutie 🥰 anyways back to the story*

i dyed the side of my hair first getting the dye everywhere, thank god i took the bathroom rug out so it would not get stained, and then took the bun out and sectioned it

"dont let me down brad mondo" i whispered getting even more nervous than i was before i brushed the dye of the first section "i did it" i smiled proudly but then it hit me "i did  it, i did it, this part of my hair is silver! oh my god" i was panicking, what am i doing? this is a prank this is a prank its not real calm down peter

suddenly i got a facetime call from y/n

*babyyyy 💕👀 would like to FaceTime*

lit up my screen, i panicked a bit trying to find an excuse to not answer the call or at least not show her my face, but i remembered i was in the bathroom....hopefully this excuse will work

i clicked on 'accept' and waited for her to connect

"hey babyyyy" she beamed, shes cute when shes excited but her smile faded when she couldnt see me "where are you?" she asked

"im in the toilet babe, but i couldnt not answer your call" i laughed trying to act normal and backing up from my phone as much as possible

"oh" she laughed, i wanted to grab something from the counter and i thought i did it carefully but what she said, said otherwise "wait why is your hair silver?" she asked her eyes widening

"wHAT? what do you mean?" i squeeked, i hesitantly put the undyed of my hair to the frame and she sighed in relief "my hair is brown, love nothing to worry about"

"thank god, although you kinda looked like jack frost which was kinda hot....but no no no no i prefer brown, dont even think about it" she warned, i laughed at her statement, it kinda made me more confident, maybe i would look like jack frost "anyways, ill see you in a few, im almost at my house, gotta go, byeee" she said waving her hand at the camera

"byeeee" i put my hand in the frame and waved, she laughed and ended  the call...that was close

after a few curses and an hour of dying my hair, i finished! and im pretty proud of the results, lets just hope my hair doesnt fall out

*A/N: this is the only picture i found of a guy with a somewhat wavy hair so imagine this is him but with messier hair dye and its all over his hair but not till his roots, OH and silver lmao*

so i took a photo of my hair and sent it to ned, he was with me throughout the whole process coz i needed someone to talk to, i usually annoy y/n with my daily rants but i couldnt so ned had to hear me talk abt how Mrs Barbosa gave me extra homework for being late

After I texted Ned, I got a text from y/n/n

"Babyyyy 👀💕: hey Pete, where are we hanging out? My place or yours?"

I told her that she could come to my place because I got a 'surprise' for her, i knew i had to record this so i quickly placed my phone on the desk

"YOUR BITCH HAS ARRIVEDDD!" y/b barges in, flopping on the bed next to me

"h-hey y/n/n" i said laughing at her dramatic entrance but still confused on how she didn't  notice my hair, just act casual, she moved closer to my body looking at the computer thats on my lap

"what are you doing?" she asked curious "

oh nothing, just watching guys surprise their girlfriends with dying their hair a bad color"i laughed acting as casual as possible

"oh thats funny, but if you did that to m- *looks up* *big dramatic loud gasp* PETE- I- WHA- HOW-" her eyes were as big as ever, I've  never seen her this shocked "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY LUCIOUS BROWN CURLS" she shouted completely ignoring my computer and sits on my lap to get a closer look

"YOUR curls?" i laughed

"yes MY curls what happened to the light brown almost hazel in the sunlight curls?" she brushes my hair through her fingers trying to get the dye out "i dont think my brain processed this yet- WAIT YOU DYED IT RIGHT? SO THAT MEANS IT'LL STAY FOREVER?" looked down her mouth parted

"isn't  that what dying your hair means?"

"HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS I MEAN ITS A WHOLE DIFFERENT COLOR, AND WHY SILVER-ISH GREY?"

"I actually really like it" I said combing my hair through my fingers but she swatted it away so she could look at it more

"babe *laughs* you said I'd look like Jack Frost" I told her tilting my head

"well Jack Frost is hot but you're hott-ER I don't want you looking like Jack Frost because I said so! I love you for who you are....especially your brown hair"

"so if I told I like it you'd be ok with it?"

"Yes if you like it and it's your choice? %100"

"so what if I said it's a prank?" She was gonna nod her head coz she thought it was like the other question but then stopped midway and widened her eyes

"your kidding"

"yes in fact I am" I laugh and point at the camera and she gasps

"you..you....YOU BITCH" she punches my chest jokingly "I ALMOST GOT A HEART ATTACK AND GOT ALL SAPPY AND MUSHY FOR YOU JUST SO YOU COULD PRANK ME?!" she shouts point her hands everywhere "You know I was like scared! Coz you said you liked it and I was like, oh no I gotta get used to this no more chocolate curls, but not as in i lied I just gotta get used to it which added more pressure than I already felt!" She stated but I only laughed even more and awed

"babe don't worry"

"I HAD A MATH QUIZ TODAY" she point at herself "AND YOUR HERE LAUGHING YOUR ASS OFF?? no wait let me sit on the bed since you like when I sit on your lap"

"no no baby I'm sorry" I said while laughing, her face was hilarious

"no you're not! and no kisses till Monday" she huffs and looks at the wall, I give her ten seconds until she turns around to ask one more question, and she did

"hop on the shower we're cleaning the white of you, you Jack Frost wannabe" well more like a demand I huffed but got up with her and turned the recording off

"neds gonna love this"

Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[okayeojin]

loona reaction to you showing up at their house crying or injured

➢ ☁️; angst

TW: mention of bľoød, abűsê, viôlęnçė, ... i highly suggest you scroll past this if you're uncomfortable or sensitive to these topics

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heejin

you and heejin had hung out the whole day, spending time together and having fun. you had a picnic! and it was so cute. was it a date?heejin blushed whenever she thought about it because... oh my god, she didn't know whether you considered that a date. her mind was so full of thoughts that she only managed to fall asleep at 2am. just an hour before she heard some insisting knocking on her front door. as scared as she was, looking into the peep hole in the darkness, she wasn't expecting to see you on the other side of the door. "y/n?" she mumbled, her voice trembling. she slowly opened the door when you hummed in response, almost falling on your knees as heejin completely opened the door to let you inside. she almost yelled when she asked if you were okay, catching you in her arms to prevent you from hitting the floor. the more you stayed silent, without giving her a proper response, the more she grew worried, carrying your body all the way to the couch, finally turning on the lights, almost screaming in shock. now visible, on your face, were countless scratches, not to mention the huge black eye, and many splotches of blood, some of it dry. your clothes were also a mess, a mix of dirt and blood. "also, my arm might be broken" you commented, smiling but hissing in pain right after. she immediately ran to get the first aid kid, taking care of you as well as possibile, ignoring the tears strimming down her face and the sound of her sniffling. you tried to look at her face but she refused, making you promise to tell everything that had happened to you.

hyunjin

it was very late her night, hyunjin knew that she had to go to sleep as soon as possibile -and she truly wanted to- but the unfinished assignment on her laptop told her otherwise. also, the fact that she still had the chat with you opened and that you still hadn't replied to her message, that she had sent two hours before, was making her anxious. she tried to brush away any kind of negative thought. maybe you had simply fallen asleep, it wasn't unusual of you, and it was also way past midnight. she sighed loudly, adjusting her posture on the couch, streching her neck from side to side until the vision of a dark shadow, seen through the glass of her front door, make her heart skip a beat- or many. she covered her mouth with both hands, cursing under her breath when you announced yourself, calling her name. she stomped on her way to the door, unlocking and opening it angrily. "what has gotten into you?! first ignoring my messages and then appearing at 2am like a ghost- wait are you crying?". she instantly regretted her words as soon as she noticed your desperate face: your cheeks red and full of tears, your eyes puffy, and not to mention your whole body trembling. she let you inside in less than a second, closing the door behind you and welcoming you on her couch, offering you something warm to drink, before you interrupted her, sobbing, and whispering "my dad..." partially taking off your shirt to show her all the bruises on your skin.

haseul

she was patiently waiting for you on the couch, occasionally looking over at the clock to check the time and trying to stop her legs from trembling so much. she wasn't worried for you. at all. you were just almost an hour late. but she wasn't worried. you would came and finally have the nice dinner that you had promised her weeks before. you simply had to ask your parents for permissions. who she knew you didn't have a really good relationship with. she had just picked up the phone to text you, just in case, when the doorbell finally rang making her flinch and put a hand on her heart. she sighed and happily ran to the door to welcome you. that, if she didn't find you literally in tears, with two huge bags on both your shoulders, looking at her disperately. haseul had so many questions, she had her mouth parted but no words coming out and her eyes were looking at you up and down, her hand still on the door handle to hold it open. "c can i stay here?" you asked, your voice trembling and tears falling down, making haseul realize that you were, in fact, standing in silence like two idiots. she asked you what happened, unsure if you would actually tell her or preferred to keep it for yourself, at least in that moment. "my parents kicked me out..." you replied with a bitter smile on your face, unable to look at her but rather facing down, until your girlfriend put a warm hand on your cheek, wiping away your tears but also raising your head to made your eyes meet. she smiled at you and you two ended up hugging, comforted by simply being in each other's arms.

yeojin

you were actually meant to meet up at your house to play a new video game you were just gifted for your birthday and she was very excited about it! she deadass couldn't wait to both spend some quality time with you and to also try this new game, of course. she had gotten ready a lot of time prior to the actual time you had agreed to meet, and she was heading to your place way earlier than what you had decided. that, if you didn't text her last minute to ask if you could change the meeting spot to her house instead. she didn't question it, she just agreed and went back inside her own house. luckly her parents weren't home, otherwise they would probably complain about all the yelling and noise you two would be making. at that point, she had been waiting for you for half an hour already, and your house wasn't even that far from hers, reason why she was getting quite worried. she had been waiting on her couch while frequently looking over at the front door. maybe you were trying to prank her or something. she was just about to call you on the phone when someone finally knocked on the door. she got up sighing heavily, finally relieved you were there and safe. "y/n finally! i thought you had ditched me! i know im better than you at video games and you don't wanna lose every time we-" she stopped mid sentence as soon as she opened the door. "...play..." she looked at you up at down, concerned "y/n what happened?!". you were crying. a lot. one of your cheeks was bright red and you were shaking right there in front of her. you looked like an abandoned puppy and she was about to cry too. she let you inside without a second thought. "did someone hit you?!" she asked frantically, trying to get some ice for that bruised cheek. "m my mom hit me" you mumbled under your breath, tears streaming down your face all over again. "i came out to her as gay and she... i guess she didn't like that" you smiled bitterly while explaining to her what happened, making her stop on her way to get ice, to look at you and hug you so tightly you felt breathless, but so much better already. at that point she was crying too, comforting you that she would be your friend not matter what and that she would accept you just the way you are.

vivi

you two had just finished hanging out not too long before. you had met at vivi's place to have some nice dinner, just the two of you, and you had left almost an hour before. vivi was washing the dishes, even though you had offered to help, she insisted you went home and got some sleep instead, and so you did. drying off her hands, satisfied she managed to clean the kitchen not too late at night, she began day dreaming about the long long night of sleep she was about to get. she was really tired, indeed. however, it took probably two minutes after that thought for the doorbell to ring. she was quite annoyed to say the least, but in all honesty, she actually thought it could be you. who else would show up at 11 pm at her house? maybe you forgot something? you should be more careful with your stuff, little one. that's what she always told you. she looked into the peep hole and it was definetely you, but you were looking behind, looking worried. she frowned in confusion, opening the door. "hey are you oka-" she couldn't even finish the sentence that you literally bursted inside her house and closed the door. she was about to ask so many questions, but as soon as she saw you face covered in blood and you holding your arm painfully, she knew that clearly something was wrong and asked for explanations. "y/n what the- did you get into some weird stuff?! what happened to you? i- did they break your arm?! " . she was so confused and concerned, and lowkey mad, because you weren't even crying, or confused, you looked like you knew this was something that could have happened any time. and it made her so worried and confused, asking you question. you promised to tell her everything.

kim lip

she wasn't at home. she had to run some errands and clumsly forgot her phone, and being too late to go back and get it once she had gone out, she decided to leave it be. she wouldn't be out for more than an hour anyway. also she didn't think something would actually happen while she was away. she had previously told you she had to go out that day and that you could only hang out in the late afternoon, so you suspected you probably wouldn't find her home if you had to go there. heavily breathing with four shopping bags in her hands, kim lip was heading home. it actually took a bit more than an hour, contrary to what she had planned, and the fact that she couldn't warn you that she would be late was bugging her, forcing herself to walk a bit faster so she could text you. however, she wasn't expecting to find you already there. in front of her house. she approached you, slowing down her steps. what were you doing sitting on the ground with your back pressed against the front door? wait. were you crying?! she sped up once again, dropping her bags on the ground to kneel in front of you and take your face in her warm hands. that's when she noticed you black eye. gasping in surprise, she asked you what happened, letting you inside the house after she saw you struggling to talk because of all the sobs and tears you were letting out.

jinsoul

jinsoul was literally an angel. your angel, in that case. she knew about your situation, how hard things were for you at home. and especially, how abusive your mother was. she would point out every single thing that she thought was wrong about you; the way you dressed, if you cut or dyed your hair, the way you wouldn't say hi to her sometimes. and she would get mad at everything, usually threathening to kick you out of the house if you didn't change your behaviour. jinsoul knew it all. she was your safe space. literally. she was always willing to let you crash at her space whenever you needed to. she would make you feel more at home than your actual home. it didn't matter if you texted her beforehand or if you showed up without warning at her door, she would always open it for you. and you were so thankful. that day was nothing jinsoul hadn't experienced before. she heard your signature knocking and knew it was you before she even got to the door. opening it with a big smile, her eyes instantly fell to the huge bags you had in your hands, raising her gaze once again to see you crying with a smile on your face, as if to say "yes, it happened again! im here now", and she couldn't help but cover her mouth in surprise when she noticed the big red spot on your cheek. you explained to her how, after the nth time of your mother telling you to get out of your house, you actually did. jinsoul reassured you that you could stay at her house for how long you needed before you found an apartment all for yourself.

choerry

choerry wasn't really doing much that particular day, actually. she would simply walk around the house, desperately looking for something to do, but not succeeding. she even tried watching some makeup and hair tutorials on youtube to try them on herself. however, the fun didn't last much once she realized she has way more fun doing these things with you. “i’m so bored!” she exclaimed while throwing herself on the bed, sad about the fact that she has already asked you to hang out but you were actually spending time with your partner that day, and you sadly refused but promised to see each other the next day! she didn't realize she had fallen asleep on the bed in the same position she had thrown herself on it just some moments before, when the doorbell brought her back to reality, waking her from her slumber. she rubbed her eyes while yawning loudly and turned on her phone to check the time. luckily it was still daytime, she hadn't slept for too long. whoever was on the other side of the door kept ringing the door bell quite insistently, making her groan and yell "coming!". she opened to door and found you, her usually giggly and bubbly friend, trembling like a leaf, looking way smaller than your actual self, tears running down your flushed cheeks and pure terror in your eyes. after letting you in, she hugged you so tightly and her eyes widened when you whispered in her hear "it was them... they hit me..." referring clearly to your partner, making choerry clenching her fists around your shirt in anger.

yves

it was an incredibly sunny day, it was the perfect afternoon to go out on a walk just you with your pretty girlfriend, wandering around while holding hands. both of you really treasured moments like that. being both two busy and working adults, it was extremely refreshing to step out of the house, far away from work, even for a little bit. you also liked spending time with yves without a plan. you didn't feel like you had to do something in particular to have fun with her, just being in her company was more than enough for you. you reached a small park, pretty empty at that hour, being way too hot for children to play, and you spot a bench covered by the shadow of a big tree. figuring it would be less hot under there, you headed towards that direction, abruptely stopping when you heard the desperate cries of what seemed to be a puppy. alarmed, you looked aroung and finally noticed some young adults laughing and taking turns beating a helpless, scared and definetely injured dog. you of course ran in that direction, taking the puppy in your arms and yelling at the guys to stop. cursing at you, they all left, and you took the puppy at home with you. needless to say, yves was rather worried when you decided to go out again in the same park, later in the evening, to check if those guys were still there to report them to the police for animal abuse. and when you came back, your face quite beaten up, blood splattered on your face and also your clothes, she was in absolute shock, shaking while taking care of your wounds. "don't be worried about me babe, you should have seen them" you tried to cheer her up, only earning a punch in the arm from her, who was now sniffing silently. "shut up and never to that again!" she looked down and then up at you again "but you are so brave and kind hearted, i love you so much..."

chuu

you and chuu were commonly known by almost all the people in your small town as the sunshine couple. everyone would say you two were literally meant to be together, you fit so well with each other it was almost insane, you completed each other in a way, but mostly you two were both so bubbly and adorable that your existance only could make people smile. everyone at school knew you two were together. or almost everyone. chuu would receive quite an overwhelming amout of confessions, both from guys and gays girls. she would always feel mortified to reject them, but she only had eyes for you, who were the only person that could make her feel that way, always loved and special. that until you met a quite persistent dude, who literally proposed to chuu in front of you, cussing at her and insulting you when she rejected him. and he wasn't even willing to leave; he was getting so loud and scary that other people had to step in to drag him out of there. on your way back home after school, you were both quite worried, but you were the one raging the most. "promise me you won't do anything stupid" she begged you with teary eyes, scared that you would get in trouble with that scary guy. you dropped her off at her house and left with a kiss and some reassuring words, your heart warming after seeing her cute smile. however... it wasn't really long after that you knocked on her door, only to see her face become pale at the fact that you were even struggling to stand up, your nose bloody and bruises all over you. she almost screamed in terror, asking you what happened and helping you inside the house so she could take care of your wounds. at that point she was basically in tears, trying to wipe away the blood on your pretty face. you smiled- even if it hurt to even do that- and caressed her cheeks, telling her not to worry. "i would literally punch you for saying this nonsense but you are already beaten up enough. of course i worry, you dummy!"

gowon

you were supposed to meet up with gowon after your night shift at a convenience store. a part time job that she, personally, wasn't very happy you choose to do, considering how dangerous it could be for you. you were someone who could stand for themselves, you didn't really need anyone to protect you or, at least, that's what you would tell gowon to not make her worry too much. your job was indeed not the easiest one for you too, but it allowed you to sustain and survive. you needed that small income. but was it really worth your safety? you had just closed, after a few rude or drunk customers, and were relieved to finally go back home. night shifts were... scary, indeed, but not many people would show up really, expect for, yes, drunk dudes and sometimes sketchy people trying to shoplift and what not. gowon had been patiently waiting for you on her couch, happily preparing some snacks to spend some quality time with you! she had set up everything very neatly- food, cozy blankets and what not- and was waiting patiently for you on the couch, excitedly moving her feet, looking at the door expecting you to come in. when you rang the doorbell and she sprung up to open it, her smile dropped and disappeared when you showed up with a black eye and some blood on your face and clothes. she was about to scream when you told her not to worry and simply let you inside. she was sobbing while you were trying to wash your dirty clothes. "please... leave that job...". you stopped to look at her. you couldn't see her so broken and sad. "i will".

olivia hye

you had to meet up with your best friend, after endless discussions about the fact that you hadn't seen each other for the past week and neither of you were happy about it. you decided to bring back the good ol' movie night, that you had to cancel because of a heated discussion about whether the protagonist was an idiot or not for getting himself almost killed. the night ended with hyejoo blaming you for the poor choice of movie and the neighbours complaining for the noise. but since you had nothing else to do, she had invited you to go to her house to sit in front of the tv, basically. she was however worried about the fact that you had told her you were going quickly to your ex's house to pick up some things you had left there, and then you would be heading straight to her. hyejoo didn't like your ex. at all. she always knew something was fishy about them; theory being comfirmed when they started yelling and being harsh with you for no reason. you had decided to leave them for good, but your best friend was afraid it wouldn't end so quickly. she ran to the door after she heard your signature knocking- so she knew it was you- and she gasped in surprise when she saw you holding your bruised arm and your flushed cheeks, where some scratches could be seen, slightly bleeding. "that motherfuck-" she began, furiously heading out of her house, before you stopped her and briefly whispered to her "please stay with me, don't go..." and seeing your painful expression and your teary eyes was enough to make her stay. "but i swear they are gonna pay for what they did to you".

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[bedtimebrain]

EXO Chanyeol: Oppa?

First Chanyeol Scenario! And have you heard his ‘Without You’ ? Damn it got me stunned when i listened, i didnt know it was going to be the one by Mariah Carey. I mean ofc chanyeol doesn’t speak perfect English but what can get more attractive than him playing the electric guitar😭 His film’s gna be released globally soon, wish him the best! 

Also I took so long to write this, that by the time i’m done, he has enlisted:,) Sigh, Chanyeol, see you the 27th of every month!

Characters: Chanyeol x reader

You caught Chanyeol’s attention, but… You’re not so into rowdy guys. How will it turn out?

Ding Dong!

You were outside EXO’s dorm with a bottle of Cola. You didn’t really know EXO, in fact you only actually knew Jongin. The story goes where one night you saw a really sick man swaying side to side along the streets. Being the nice and kind soul you were, you went up to help. And that person turns out to be jongin, which at that point you didn’t know was an EXO member until much later when your friend showed you an EXO poster.

You helped him to the apartment building and you left your number with him out of worry because he insisted he head up alone. After that you guys somewhat became friends. And ever since you knew he was a celebrity, you occasionally ran errands for him just to save him some trouble.

‘Annyeong y/n! Thanks for buying the cola!’

‘Sure Jongin oppa! I’ll be leaving then !’

‘WAIT!!!’

Just as you were about to leave, a shout came from inside the house 

‘Annyeong Jongin Chingu! Are you free? Wanna join us? I wanted to play a 2v2 switch game but we are short of 1 person. THERE’S PIZZA HERE TOO, ARE YOU INTERESTED?!’

Honestly, you haven’t even spoken once with chanyeol but here he is, trying to aggressively convince you to play games together. Not exactly an extrovert yourself, that overpowering energy was quite a turn off for you. You raised a brow at Jongin, trying to ask him to get you out of this situation

‘Erm.. Actually, i...’ In your mind ran a 1000 different thoughts on what’s the best way to politely reject this but you just couldn’t think of any, just then jongin finally cut in, only to say

‘Yeh come join us! It’s going to be fun, plus I’m sure you haven’t eaten dinner too’

Although you were a still a little reluctant, you relented for the sake of Jongin and entered the house. Seeing Sehun was also in the house, you both greeted each other politely and you proceed to sit quietly by the dining table. 

‘LET’S EAT QUICK CANT WAIT TO TRY THE NEW GAME’ Chanyeol just sounded overly excited about this. 

Over dinner, Chanyeol in particular was really friendly with you, probably just trying to make you feel comfortable as he tried to get to know you. But after a while, the conversation floats back to him talking about himself. You weren’t complaining though.

‘Okay so that day..’ Chanyeol begun his 5th or 6th anecdote during the dinner but couldn’t stop laughing before he could even get started on it.

He was laughing so hard he started hitting jongin beside him and his exaggerated movements actually hit the table so hard it toppled your coke glass over onto you

‘oh my gawd!’ you reacted in reflex and got up immediately from your chair.

‘HYUNG! SERIOUSLY?!’ Jongin reacted with shock then laughter. He quickly passed you some tissue 

‘Let’s just clean up right now and start the games’ Sehun added calmly 

‘Y/N I’M SO SORRY. LET ME GET YOU SOMETHING TO CHANGE INTO, IM SO SORRY’ 

You could tell Chanyeol was really feeling sorry when you saw that panic in his eyes when the coke spilled. Though it’s really weird to be wearing some other guy’s clothes when you just knew him for hours, you couldn’t be possibly telling him you would only wear jongin’s and not his... So you followed him to grab something to change into 

Stepping into his room you can’t help but get abit wide eyed. His room was almost like what you would imagine a musician’s to be. Guitar, piano, bass, iMac, subwoofer etc. You were so amazed you couldn’t stop glancing around as he tries to uncover some clothes from the depths of his cabinet.

Finally finding it, chanyeol turned around and caught how your face literally wrote ‘amazement’,  he couldn’t help but laughed beneath his breath before handing a sweater to you.

‘Why do you look so amazed? Your expression made it look like you just walked into a museum.’ Chanyeol asked

You felt embarrassed from his question and was absolutely tongue tied. Looking towards the corner of the room you caught sight of a basketball and a miniature basketball hoop. You quickly switched the topic

‘um you play basketball too?’

‘Yes I do! Like in my free time, once in a while. Outdoor activities keep me sane when I feel like I need a break, apart from jamming of course, as you can see. Why, do u play too?’

‘Oh I see, haha. And yes I play basketball too.’

‘I wasn’t expecting that! You really dont look like it though! What’s...’ before he could finish his sentence, jongin came into the room to check on you.

Breaking off that small talk with chanyeol, you changed out of your dirty top into the sweater. Sigh, the game hasn’t even started but you were almost already drained. 

—-

2 hours into the game, you were getting really really sucked out of energy. Looking at chanyeol still so engrossed in the game, you wonder how could he still remain so fired up.

Just then the bell rang and the boys looked at each other, 

‘Who’s that? Any of you got delivery ?’ Sehun asked as he walked towards the door. Looking through the peek hole before opening the door.

‘Ah Suho Hyung, why did you not open the door on your own’ Sehun asked

‘I left them in the car, too lazy to grab it. Oh, hi y/n, what you doing here?’

Feeling really tired now, your honesty got the better of you and you replied without thinking 

‘Hi Suho-ssi, I got called to play some games, but now i’m stuck here’

‘Ya, you punks , it’s really late now you know. It’s way past 1030, Y/N still needs to walk home. Just shut off the game right now.

And Chanyeol didn’t you say you were meeting your high school friends tonight?’

At this Chanyeol loudly cursed then exclaimed

‘AH RIGHT I FORGOT! I GOT TO GET CHANGED NOW’ 

Phew, Suho surely is a life savior. More than happy to be out of this situation, you quickly packed your stuff and thanked the boys

‘I’ll be leaving, thanks for having me today and the free pizza.I had fun. Jong-in oppa please tell Chanyeol ssi i’ll wash his sweater before returning to him.’

At the same time chanyeol came out from his room hastily,

‘Y/N wait for me! Let’s leave together!’

You would have preferred having some quiet time by yourself right now, but you didn’t want to make things awkward by saying no. Seeing how Chanyeol got comfortable with people so quickly was beyond your understanding.

You were always took really long to warm up to new people unless you could really click with them, just like jongin.

‘Ah thanks for waiting, let’s go! Where do you stay? Is it near?’

Trying your best at a comfortable and casual tone, you replied ‘Uh yes it’s just about 5 to 10 minutes away if I walk. Where you going to?’

‘Oh just meeting my friends for supper. Let me walk you home since it’s not too far, anyway my friends are still on the way

So you were saying you play basketball do u watch nba or something ? What position do you play’ Chanyeol naturally strike a conversation with you

‘I DONT really follow, but yeh I check out the highlights and stuff. I play the Center position’

‘SERIOUS?! YOU’RE NOT VERY BUILT FOR A CENTER!’ You must be really good then!’ Chanyeol seemed to genuinely be amazed 

Chuckling a little, you just shrugged and said

‘Erm yeh but the coach just thinks I’m pretty tough I guess.’

‘Oh and i heard from jong-in you didn’t know EXO until recently, so what music do you like ?’

Feeling a little self conscious about the fact that a musician is here asking you bout your music taste, you answered hesitantly

‘ R&B, acoustics, ballads , those sort? Ed Sheeren , AKMU and some other English oldies’

‘Then do you know ‘Without you’ by Mariah Cary? I’ve been listening to it lately and it’s been stuck in my head!’

Laughing at how random that was, you softly started singing along with him as he started. 

At this hour of the day, at about 11 pm your mind isn’t too functional to overthink, you felt like you were loosening up towards him. Though he was a little too over enthusiastic and animated, you somehow liked that he seemed to have this innocence to him.

Just as your short jam ended, you have also reached your apartment

‘I’ve reached! Thanks for walking me back. Bye, drive safely later!’

You flashed a smile, bowed politely and was ready to head in, but chanyeol actually called out before you could head off

‘y/n! Wanna exchange numbers? We could go shoot some hoops at arcade someday or just ball.’

You were not too keen actually, wanting to just keep your relationship with him as simply acquaintances.  Thinking bout how to put the rejection across nicely , you said

‘Oh, thanks for offering. But I’m really not a night person . And you know, you guys being EXO and got to be stealthy , everything goes on at night. Really not my thing though, I don’t think we can ever match a time.’

But turns out he was more insistent than you thought

‘Oh then I could invite you for games or a jam session ! I wouldn’t say we have exactly similar tastes in music but I do like the music you listen to and you sound great singing!’

That made you blush a little , partly embarrassment partly being shy at his straightforward words.

‘It’s fine chanyeol-ssi, I’ll just see you at your dorm when I pass by to see Jongin oppa and return your sweater. Bye’

—-

For the next 2 weeks, you somehow got more frequent calls from Jongin to run errands for him. But when you turned up at their dorms and Chanyeol was in, he would either be the one to get the door or be inviting you in for whatever they were doing. 

Today afternoon, you were over at their dorms again, but just with jongin and chanyeol. You had bought tteokbokki and corndog for yourself and decided to buy some for EXO too, but turns out it was just the 2 that were in. 

‘ah, y/n thanks for the food. i’m going to change and leave for dance practice soon’ 

‘you’re welcome jongin oppa, i’ll leave soon too’

just as jongin headed to the room, chanyeol took the chance to ask

‘y/n are you free? Do you want to hangout together instead? Since i’m free today and you’re already here.’ Chanyeol asked expectantly. 

You were already much more comfortable with him, but together in the house? You wouldn’t even with Jongin.

‘Erm, Chanyeol-ssi, it’s okay. I’m not too comfortable staying in the house with another guy ..’ you said it hesitantly, feeling a little bad for rejecting him. 

‘Oh actually, I meant to head out, there’s this place which I thought both of us will like’

oh shucks, that was embarrassing. In an attempt to cover up your embarrassment, you laughed abit harder than you should and agreed more enthusiastic than you would normally

‘OH ! HAHA! Ok, sure then let’s go!’

Almost instantly, you saw Chanyeol’s eyes brighten up. He got up immediately got changed and you both headed out.

—

In the car ride, you finally calmed your senses down and became sane enough to realise

‘Chanyeol-ssi it’s still pretty early right? Wouldn’t you heading out with me like this be really dangerous?’

Stopping his incessant rap and singing ever since you got in his car, he replied

‘There’s this arcade I used to go to when I was a student. It’s really old now and no one really goes there anymore. It closes around 5pm everyday , but I know the boss! I’m gonna ask him to just let us use the place for a short while’

With one hand on the steering wheel, he looked at you and was bubbling with excitement as he explained. You laughed seeing how excited he was, somehow also making you look forward to the fun to come.

Being really chatty as usual, he spoke the whole ride about anything and everything, slowly without even knowing, you dozed off.

The next moment you woke up, the sun was already starting to set and you’ve both reached the arcade, which was on the second floor along a shophouse street.

It looked so rundown and shady from the outside. The signboard was unlit and had completely yellowed. The window panes were blue tainted and so dusty you could see the dust from the streets.

‘Chanyeol Ssi are you sure about this? Please don’t bring me to a haunted house’

‘Ya, trust me, you’ll be surprised’

Together you headed towards the dark staircase that led you guys to the arcade. You struggled to catch up with his pace as he went up the stairs. The narrow and unlit staircase made you so jumpy that when the lights suddenly came on, you quickly latched your hand onto chanyeol’s sleeves without thinking.

Laughing at how scared you were, chanyeol slowed down his pace, walking side by side with you instead.

‘Why you so scared! We’re reaching soon, don’t worry, it’s hella cool place!’

Not really having the capacity to respond now, you continued holding on to his sleeves until you reached the end of the stairs.

Letting go, you awkwardly said thanks and entered the arcade, finding that it was certainly better than you thought but not fantastic.

‘Lee Soo Hyung! I brought my friend here today , could you let us use for about an hour + after you close?’

‘Chanyeol ah! It’s been a while! After all these years I finally see you with a girl. Hello Agassi, why did you come here with him? Be careful he doesn’t slaughter you like how he does when he plays games with his friends’

Not knowing to whether tears of joy or sadness would fit this situation, you raised your brows at chanyeol.

‘Alright I’ll leave this place to you guys, I’ll be back in about 2 hours after I eat and run my errands’

-

2 hours passed by in a flash. And you sure had lots of fun, shooting hoops, playing Daytona, Mario kart , and even challenging him to dance on pump it up. All of which u lost rather miserably cause you were just horrendous at games.

As you both left the arcade, you thought back in realisation that you didn’t see that annoying over competitiveness today in him today. Instead it felt Chanyeol wanted to make it fun for the both of you rather than winning you.

Internally feeling a little touched about this, you thought to subtly show your gratitude by treating him later.

Walking out of the stairs to the streets, you saw Baskin Robbins just right across, below a dancing school.

‘Chanyeol ssi! Let me buy you ice cream ok! Let’s cross the road to Baskin Robbins’

‘Haha, y/n why the sudden treat? I’m not complaining though, I want Choco mint in a cone’

You went into the shop and placed the order for the ice cream. But when you came out, there was a commotion right outside the shop and realised chanyeol was in ‘trouble’. 

You panicked internally , where did the fangirls come from? They all surrounded chanyeol and were squealing and asking for pictures.

You headed back into baskin Robbins, not too sure what you should do. It’s not going to turn out well if he is seen with you.. Should you head off first? Or should you help him?

With one hand holding on nervously to the ice cream you looked intently at the situation outside, with a total mind blank.

Only about 15minutes later, you saw chanyeol managed to escape back to his car as the crowd in this secluded area eventually died down.

You didn’t head out to find him, worried that if any Fangirls were left, you would land him in trouble.

You stayed at in the shop, looking at the melted ice cream you bought for him, should you just dump this away? Do you head off yourself soon?

Just then a call came in

‘Y/N! Where are you? I’m so sorry I got caught by those dance school girls. Are you alright ? Where did you go ? In case you’re wondering, i got your number from jongin to contact you’

‘Chanyeol -ssi...? Are u ok? I’m just waiting at baskin robbins .. just head home without me, I’ll just find my way back..’ feeling still at loss about the situation, you replied with a heavy heart

‘Ah, no, just head down to the alley behind I’ll pick you up from there. This place is too secluded , I’m not going to leave you here alone’

‘But ..’

‘Just meet me there’

Feeling down and guilty that this was kind of your fault. You walked mindlessly to the alley with the half melted ice cream. If it were not for you, chanyeol wouldn’t even be heading out in the afternoon right?

As you entered the car, you kept quiet not really knowing what to say. But Chanyeol started apologising repeatedly, and telling you about the whole situation earlier

But all that ran through your mind was how risky the situation was and how bad you felt. You were still quite in shock as you processed that just happened

‘Chanyeol ssi, why did you bring me out today? Seeing that made me realise the severity of how dangerous it could have been for you if you were caught together with me.. and I can’t help but feel it’s my fault you got surrounded by those fan girls..’

Pausing before continuing, you added

‘Let’s never do this again. I’m really sorry’

‘Don’t be sorry, i am not even blaming you or anything! Plus i was the one who wanted us to hang outside together. I knew this might happen, but i still wanted to have fun with you’

‘Why Chanyeol-ssi?’

Without thinking, he answered almost immediately 

‘Because i just find you cute’ 

You blanked out completely as those words, you could feel blood rushing through your cheeks. 

You started externally processing your thoughts out of nervousness and panic

‘i know this sounds ridiculous but are you like interested in me? i know i am blushing like mad right now but im not really into loud guys. and though i had lots of fun with you just now i think you should just give up if you are even thinking of anything’ you went on rambling not even knowing what in the world you just said

He looked at you seeming to have something to say. But then looked at the messy ice cream and decided to reached for it instead.

‘thank you for this ice cream, and y/n whatever you said…honestly, can i just have 1 thing from you?’

‘uh what is it?’

‘can you just call me Chanyeol Oppa instead?’

Your heart skipped a beat at what he said and you could feel his gaze was still on you.

After a few moments of silence that hung heavy in the air, you shyly and softly asked

‘Chanyeol oppa shall we go back now?’

Still feeling shy to look at him, you stole a glance at the rear view mirror and saw Chanyeol smile the widest smile you have ever seen since you guys met. 

Finishing off the ice cream, he started the engine, ready to drive off. But before stepping the accelerator, he looked up at the rear view mirror and you both caught each other’s eyes and both looked away almost immediately smiling shyly when your eyes met briefly. 

As the car speeded off, you kept your eyes on the side view mirror, and you were glad you weren’t the only one smiling like an idiot the whole ride back. 

Was this a little boring? I read through it multiple times and can’t really tell anymore. i hope it was fun for you guys who read it for the first time~ though i must admit if i read a fanfic with such an ending i might feel lowkey unsatisfied :p

[honeypirate]

Thanksgiving Kisses

Aizawa x fyn

A/n: okay so I felt very inspired by fire force and mha so I wanted to write a character who’s quirk is like Sho’s adolla. I also thought it would be cool to have the readers hero name be Adolla.

Hero name: Adolla

Hero suit description: simple black body suit that goes to your ankles and wrists. Easy to move in and keeps you warmer so you can hold your time freeze longer. A belt that holds your katana on your back. Thigh high black combat boots that hold several throwing knives and a dagger.

Quirk info: readers special attack requires chilling the surrounding area to such a low temperature, it reduces the heat that causes the natural expansion of the universe, resulting in time passing more slowly for everything; the sole exception being the reader, who remains at normal speed. The only downside being you can’t hold it for too long or else you’ll freeze.

My change is that Reader can also transfer the body heat from attackers into making her attacks with a katana even more powerful.

I feel like I really like this version of reader. “Adolla” reader will probably be a reocurring character for my fics.

☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎

“It doesnt count if you’re already planning your defeat”

You’re in the training grounds, critiquing a student that you’re giving one on one lessons after school. He’s not even trying at this point and it’s starting to annoy you.

“If you’re not fighting like it’s your last fight you’re going to get no where. You’re already accepting that you’ll fail, so you’ll fail. How can you grow into the hero you need to be if you’re not even trying?” (Wow. I sound like Mr Aizawa) you think to yourself as the student gets mad and attacks.

You activate your quirk and take a few moments as the world cools, in your demension of silence, to really look at the student’s form as he came at you. His quirk was fire and he had a fireball headed right towards you as you walked up to him, he was getting faster you’d give him that. You lightly shove him back on his butt as you release your quirk. He falls back with a grunt. “You’re getting better, quicker. If you can learn to control your anger you’ll be a great hero” you say and help him back to his feet “that’s it for today” he bows and then leaves running away from you.

You picked up your black jacket from the ground and sigh. Your teaching outfit consisted of loose black combat pants tucked into black boots with a white tank top tucked in to your pants. You had your Katana slung across your back and didn’t feel like removing it to put on your jacket so you just threw it over your shoulder. You liked to show off the tattoos on your right arm, a half sleeve of flowers and butterflies from your mid forearm to your shoulder. But for more professional meetings you kept a jacket with you, it also helped keep you warm if you had to use your quirk for so long.

“You could go a little easier on him” you chuckled as you turned to the man in the doorway, walking towards him you say “I could but the world won’t go easy on him.” He smirks and when you’re right in front of him you touch his chest “I’m just teaching like I know you would Sir” you smile coyly and look up at him Through your lashes, he chuckles “I keep saying you don’t have to call me sir. We’re coworkers and you’re not even that much younger than me. Call me Aizawa. Or Shouta even” he says and you get even closer to him and whisper “I know you like it when I call you Sir” you wink and then laugh when he blushes. You pull back and smile innocently. “Shouta it is then” You would always mess with him and tease him, the only other person he’d let tease him was Present Mic, it made you feel special.

Shouta Aizawa and you were like two peas in a pod, cut from the same cloth, you understood him and he understood you perfectly. When working together or fighting together you can read each other like a book.

You’re walking down the sidewalk with him now, heading back to the teachers dorm “Do you have any plans next week for Thanksgiving?” He asks you and you look at him with a look of shock “Shouta? do you remember my American holidays?” You ask and clutch at your heart “I’m so shocked and a little impressed.” He rolls his eyes and you laugh “I don’t have any plans. I was going to go to my parents place but they decided to go on a cruise so Im going to just stay here. I’m probably going to do some work and then cook dinner. Traditional thanksgiving dinner.” You clear your throat “I notoriously cook too much, do you wanna come?” He looks serious for a second before bumping his shoulder into yours “I’d love to. It sounds fun.” You smile at him suddenly excited “cool! You don’t think it’s weird if it’s just us right? I can invite other people but I’m just not as close with anyone else.::.” He laughs “don’t worry it’ll be fine. Not weird”

You’re bouncing with energy and excitement as you text your mom for recipes, he thinks it’s adorable as he quietly watches you in his peripheral vision. When you shove your phone into your pocket you get an idea “also Shouta?...do you happen to be good at cooking? Maybe you could come over early and help me?” You sound shy and looking at the ground “I can cook. And I’d love to help you” he says in his normal gruff voice, trying not to show how his heart fluttered and how he got excited to be around you in a setting outside of work.

You were at the dorms now and had to part ways “okay. So if we don’t have anything crazy happen with villains, you can just come over after classes are over and after you’re done with whatever work you have and we can cook and listen to music. It will be great!” You can’t help but hug him, smiling more when he hugs you back. “Thank you, Shouta. To be honest I was sad because this is my favorite holiday.” You pull back before you let yourself melt into him like you really wanted to. “You’re my hero” you say dramatically and he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I’m glad I can help”

You can’t help but activate your quirk for a few seconds, looking up at him, leaning softly into his touch.

You release your quirk and he looks confused for half a second, was your skin this cold when he first touched you? You smile up at him “I’m gonna go prepare. Thank you again. See you later” you hate leaving him. He’s like a magnet to you, you wanted to be around him always. So it was always hard to say goodbye.

He hated watching you go, always wanted to reach out and stop you, to pull you back to him and hold you tight. But he never did. He was always so afraid of having someone he loved, afraid they’d get hurt or targeted from villains. But with you it was different. He had no fears because you were by far the most powerful hero he knew. More powerful than All Might because of the fact that you could stop time. He’d have nothing to ever worry about with you, but still he held back. Overthought about it, anxiety bigger than he could handle right now.

As strong as you were, you enjoyed being low key. You never wanted to be the number one hero, you confessed to him one night walking home together, you wanted to help people not be in the spotlight. He was one of the few people who knew truly how your quirk worked and he’d always keep your secrets. You only wanted to help people like you wish someone could have helped your best friend when you were kids, who was caught in the crosshairs on the sidelines of the action. You used your quirk to focus on bystanders first then help with the villains. He adored that you were focused on doing good and not fame. Once you disappeared he shoved his hands into his pocket and went to his place.

The next day you went out and bought the groceries you would need. You were so excited you didn’t even mind carrying the heavy bags back home. “Y/n why didn’t you call me?” Aizawa appears behind you and takes some bags from your hands “Hey Shouta! I should have, you’re right! I didn’t expect it to be so much” you laugh and smile up at him as you distribute bags between you both. The way the sunlight hit you just then, you looked like an angel to him, like you had a real halo. “Next time. Promise?” He says and You laugh, warmed by how much he cares “Pinky promise!” You say and reach out linking your pinky with his around the bags you carried. That small action made him fall harder for you. The rest of the walk filled with easy conversation, he carried the groceries to your apartment before excusing himself to finish his original errands before running into you.

Before you knew it, Thanksgiving arrived! You prepped the night before making two pies, got up early to make your moms famous stuffing and stuffed the Turkey. Setting a reminder on your phone to come back and put it in the oven during lunch.

You wore socks that had turkeys on them and that was the only change to your appearance. You teach your classes and train your students before heading back to your place to flip the turkey and start prepping the other side dishes. You get home and kick off your shoes and setting your Katana on it’s shelf. You squeal excitedly as you look around your clean apartment and your small table in your dining room set up and decorated with nice plates and silverware as well as nice thanksgiving centerpieces you borrowed from home.

You flip the turkey and connect your phone to your surround sound speakers that play in the kitchen and living room, playing your favorite playlist which you mixed in holiday music to so it was a perfect mix.

While you’re in your room, changing into a red blouse tucked into a black cotton pencil skirt. Aizawa texted you to let you know he’s coming over now and you get a little nervous. You get done changing and do a little makeup before heading out and getting out ingredients and cutting boards, thankful to have busy work so you could do something with your hands. He knocks and you tell for him to come in.

“Hey Shouta. Thank you again for helping me” you smile and he nods “no problem. What do you need me to do?” You freeze the moment, he’s rolling up his sleeves and you take a good look at what he’s wearing. He actually dressed up nice for your two person party. A black button up shirt into black nice pants. He slicked his hair back into a low bun and had on socks with turkeys on them, your face flushes and you feel the cold make it’s way up your neck and back before you let the moment go and let your quirk go. You smile in embarrassment from your actions, glad he wasn’t looking at you to see the steam from your flushed cheeks and the ice. “Well the turkey needs anither hour or so, I’ve made a cheese ball and crackers for snacking in case you’re hungry. It’s what my mom used to do for us growing up”

He looks at your hands as you cut up an onion, your fingers expertly dicing. He loves your beautiful hands. Your voice brings him back to the moment. “Maybe you could make the sweet potato casserole. I have the recipe right here” you wash your hands and grab a note card from the top of the fridge. “I’m making the green bean casserole and then when we’re done the turkey will be done and we can bake them. Then after that I have cranberry sauce and bread dough to make into rolls.” He takes the note card and gets busy. You already boiled the potatoes so it wasn’t hard work, as you guys worked you talked and flirted. You stole many glances at him wishing you could reach out and kiss him. After he was done with the casserole he started making the cranberry sauce.

You finished the green bean casserole and then checked the turkey “it’s done! You grin at him and then say “can you get it out of the oven for me? It’s really heavy.” He smiles and nods “of course” he knows what you’re doing. Making him feel more manly with you, he knows your strength and this would be easy for you, but still he gets the hot pads and takes the turkey out of the oven and you easily pop in the casseroles quickly.

He sets the turkey on a towel on the counter, keeping the lid on so it would stay warm. He turns to you and you smile “thank you Shouta” you say quietly and before you realize you’ve reached out and tucked a stray strand of his hair behind his ear. You rest your hand on his cheek and gaze into his eyes.

He places a hand over yours on his cheek and his other hand on your waist pulling you close to him as he looks down at you. You look down at his lips then back to his eyes with a blush starting to reach your cheeks.

“HEYYYYOOO” Present Mic’s voice rang out through your apartment and you and Shouta quickly parted and busied yourselves with other things. “Hey! In the kitchen!” You call out. Shouta clears his throat and you look over at him and wink before Mic comes into the room

“hey Hizashi what’s up?!” You say excitedly and he matches the excitement “how come I wasn’t invited to the party?!” You laugh “I’m sorry I just. It was last minute and I assumed everyone was busy. You’re welcome to stay! And Hey I have an idea! While we wait for this stuff to bake we should put up my Christmas tree!”

Shouta should have groaned and hated this, should have rolled his eyes, but the way you lit up with excitement about putting up a tree made him happy. He smiled at you and nodded. “Sounds fun y/n” he said. Hizashi looked over at him with a furrowed brow “okay! I’ll go get it from my closet!” You wash tour hands and skip from the kitchen down the hall

“Aizawa!” Hizashi whisper yells when you’re gone “what?” He says gruffly “you sly dog. You like her!” He said and pushed Aizawa’s shoulder lightly to which Aizawa just huffed and left the kitchen.

You heard every word, your apartment carries sound so easy, Aizawa liked you! He didn’t deny it! He was trying to kiss you earlier! Amazing! You do a dance in the closet.

You realize you can’t reach the box you roll your stool from your vanity over into the closet and slowly climb on top of it, going slowly to keep your balance, once you had the box in your hand you smiled big and began to lower it to the ground but you lose your balance and the wheels of the stool rolled out from under you,

As you screamed in shock Aizawa ran and slid onto his knees catching you before you fell onto the ground “y/n!” He said looking down at you and you laugh “my hero” you say and reach up stroking his cheek.

Present Mic came running in but paused and kept quiet when he saw you both from the doorway. He decided to go back and check on the casseroles and nab some of that cheeseball he saw.

“You could have came and asked me for help” Aizawa said, still holding you to him as you stroke his cheek “and lose the oportunity to be held in your arms? Never” you say and brush your lips against his softly. You pull back after a second and just look into his eyes, a small smile on his lips as he looks back at you.

You kissed him. Your lips touched his. He wasn’t dreaming right? This is happening? Realistically it’s only been a minute since you kissed him, but it feels like his world has exploded into something beautiful. His heart is beating wild and he has butterflies in his stomach, you fit so perfectly in his arms. Your lips were so soft. Once he was sure he wasn’t dreaming his lips crashed into yours again. You melted into him, kissing him back with just as much fervor. He bites your bottom lip and takes advantage of the moment you gasp to deepen the kiss and stick his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth and pushed him down onto his back and straddled his hips. Your skirt riding up your thighs gave him the perfect view of your lace underwear when your head whipped up to the sound of the Alexa timer signaling the oven was done. “The food!”

You were on top of him one second and the next second you were gone. Activating your quirk to run into the kitchen, popping up right next to Present Mic with a mouthful of cheese and crackers which went flying from his mouth when he screamed at the top of his lungs when you just appeared out of nowhere.

He chokes on the rest of the food in his mouth, coughing with a hand on his knee, you say “Alexa stop please” as you take the casseroles out of the oven. “They look amazing!!” You squeal in excitement and turn around making eye contact with a very confused Aizawa.

“Sorry Shouta...” you whisper and try to contain your laughter. He just gives you a look that says you’ll continue that later when Hizashi leaves. “So I guess the Christmas tree is forgotten about...” Hizashi says when he finally swallows his mouth full. You pop the rolls in the oven and go get more plates to set out another spot.

When it’s time to eat you make sure they have drinks before you stand at the head of the table with a carving knife and fork in your hands you look at your friends here. You look at Aizawa the most, his expression was so kind and loving it brought happy excited tears to your eyes. “Thank you guys for coming. Aizawa for indulging me and Hizashi for showing up out of the blue. You don’t know how much this truly means to me. In my house thanksgiving has always been just a celebration of family and all of the blessings we have had through the years.” You clear your throat and laugh a little at the happy tears that spill from your eyes. Your friends are smiling at you and you continue with your speech “I am so thankful for you guys and to be able to be at this school in my dream job. you’re my friends and I’m happy to call you my family as well. Okay that’s enough of my tears” you laugh and take the napkin from the outstretched hand of Aizawa near you, dabbing your eyes to not mess up your makeup. “I’ll cut the turkey now and we can dish the rest!” The laughter and conversation ensued as your little table of two close friends began to eat and exclaim how delicious your cooking was.

After dinner was over, Aizawa and Hizashi helped you clear the table to set out the pies and whip cream and refill drinks, as they enjoyed dessert you excused yourself to the kitchen. Boxing up leftovers for them if they wanted to take some home.

“You’re something else y/n” you looked up from your last box up into the eyes of the man you were falling for “It’s my way of showing thanks to you guys for all the love I have felt tonight. We’ve all been through so much with each other, for each other, for this school. You guys are my family.” You smile back at him as you stack the boxes on the counter.

He takes your hand and pulls you back into the living room where they have have cleaned up and they’re and Present Mic is smiling wide and says “to y/n! For giving us such a wonderful night free of stress and full of delicious food!” Aizawa hands you a glass and lifts his own “to y/n!” He echos and you smile and can’t help the few tears that fall. “I’m so happy you both enjoyed yourseves.” You say and Aizawa pulls you into a side hug.

Aizawa helps you quickly do all the dishes and Present Mic takes it upon himself to put up your Christmas tree and string it with lights dramatically while singing a bad rendition of jingle bells to which he didn’t know all the words.

“So” you say with a cute laugh “about the uh,,, closet times” you giggle while rinsing a plate and placing it in a drying rack “the closet times. That’s what we’re calling it huh?” You laugh “yeah. That’s what we’re calling it. For now at least. Maybe later we can call it the moment you realized how amazing and wonderful I am and how you realized that was the moment you couldn’t live without me” you say with cocky humor and he turns off the water and finishes washing the last dish. He passes it to you and you rinse it and then take the towel he’s offering you to dry your hands on. “If we wanted to pin point that moment I’d say it was the second day I met you. The closet times was you moment I realized that I should have been kissing you all this time” you feel all giddy in your chest when he softly reaches out and takes you by your cheeks and kisses you again.

You pull back when you hear a whistle in the doorway and laugh when you see Present Mic in the doorway wagging his eyebrows and dancing. “Get outta here” Aizawa says with a little smile before he goes back to kissing you. You giggle against his lips and kiss him back. When he pulls back you tuck his loose hair again and say “nah I’m always gonna call it the closet times” you laugh when he gives you a look.

You take out the left over boxes and hand them to Hizashi as he makes his way out the door. “Thank you y/n. Tonight was just what I needed too” he kissed your cheek and then was gone.

When you turn back to look at Aizawa he’s already walking over to you. You have butterflies in your stomach as he pulls you to him and kisses you hard. “If you want to know the moment I fell in love with you that was the third day I knew you” he says and you laugh. If it was the time I beat your ass in front of your students then that’s the time I fell in love with you too” he laughs and nods “that exact moment I knew I had to have you” you kiss up his neck softly “I’m so thankful for you. And for your kisses” you whisper and he laughs “I’m thankful I finally have you in my arms. I can see why you love this holiday so much y/n. It’s one of my favorites now too” he kissed your forehead and you sighed, feeling like you finally had everything you needed in life.