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Xyx’s hair tickled the base of your neck, his arms slithering around your waist and gripping like a vice. “I think the odds are in my favor today.”

You refused to acknowledge him for the time being. You’d asked the receptionist at the hotel you were staying very politely that you needed two beds, and here you were. In his arms. Which was nice, you loved him and he loved you and he was really warm, but it would be even nicer if he wasn’t being such a smug asshole about all of this. “This is only something that happens in bad fanfiction.”

“Oh, don’t act like that doll. You love me.”

You covered up the fond smile that was growing on your face by rolling your eyes. “Some days. Now I’m wondering why we’re even together.”

"So what I'm hearing is," he grabs your jaw with gentle fingers and places kisses where your jaw and neck meet, more smile than lips. "You admit that you love me? That you're sooo obsessed with me?"

"Oh my god," You feel laughter bubbling up in your throat and the faux scowl that once covered your face has been replaced with something more genuine. "You suck."

You feel Xyx's teeth against your skin. "And you're in love with me. What does that make you?"

"A fool."

He hums, closing his eyes and chuckling. His smirk is nothing but mischievous, you don't dare to trust him. "I was going for mental, or deranged even, but sure."

"I'm gonna punch you." You roll your eyes again and make an attempt to move your hands, but they're pinned to the side of your head before you can even go that far.

Xyx's eyes are now open and cunning. Like a devil, you think. Like a really pretty devil. "With what hands?"

Your guard is let down and you barely notice him leaning towards your face, pressing angel-like kisses all over your face. You sigh. "You suck."

"You've said that before. Are you just so in love with me you can't think right now?"

You kick him in the shin and give him a quick kiss to his lips. "Don't push it too much."

Xyx laughs and you swear to everything that is righteous and holy that it's the most beautiful thing you've ever heard. Your limbs are entangled and you could swear you hated him a minute ago, but when he's this pretty you forget why.

You push a strand of hair away from his eyes and he leans into your touch, kissing your palm softly. His laughter starts up again and his demonic smile returns. "Eww. You're being cringe right now."

You shove him off the bed. You remembered why you hate him.

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guess who had a week off work and took it as an opportunity to go wild go crazy over some friends to lovers thoughts. i always forget how hard the trope hits until i think about it for more than five minutes and realise that it is so so good and brainrot worthy. partially inspired by some crumbs in the vf server but also plucked from the depths of my brain. i'm a little rusty with fic writing bc of other projects on the go but here's hoping something decent comes out of it lmao. rory's was a little dialogue heavy but we move. expect some childhood friends to lovers, roommates au and more hehe. enjoy and see u in like three months lmao.

 ♡ leo ♡

“It really has been way too long, hasn’t it?” Leo said with a shy smile, awkwardly adjusting the cap atop his head. The two of you were eating lunch together after almost two years of not seeing each other. Adulthood meant more distance and less time to find a way back to one another so you both just let things drift as they may. Then, that one fateful afternoon you bumped into one another, got talking, and made plans to see each other the following week. It was like the world had offered you both a second chance at continuing what remained of your friendship and all the feelings that came with it. There was a lot of history, a lot of memories, and a lot of messy emotions left over from your younger years that hadn’t quietened down quite as much as you thought they had. But that was okay. Things with Leo were always easy, his sunshine disposition always making it easy to be around him, no matter how tangled your mind may be.

The day you first met, you were both too young to have a complete grasp on language, yet as you stumbled around the playground together, Leo was all smiles. Friendship followed fast, tirelessly asking to visit that same park playground each week to see the other. And every time without fail, you’d be in your own little bubble with Leo, running and laughing together like time didn’t exist. The world didn’t exist. It was only you and Leo. And as the summer months passed and it grew too cold to play around outside, his parents would drive him to visit. You’d be sat in your childhood bedroom with all kinds of clutter scattered about the floor and Leo would be asking you to show him how a certain toy worked or if you could draw something for him. Your parents would watch on, whispering about how they could easily see what your shared futures had in store. Even then, they could see a special kind of friendship was beginning to blossom.

And they had been right. Leo had remained a precious part of your life for many years following from childhood. Even as teenagers, Leo barely left your side. You were a perfect pair. So much so, that it wasn’t uncommon to come home from running an errand and find him sitting on your sofa as if he lived there too. With the amount of time he spent at your home—and you his—it did feel like it was equal parts his home too. Even if that meant him stealing more than a few snacks each week. But it was as time went on, that your friendship with Leo started to feel like something else. It was like you were more than close friends, but not quite romantically entangled. Leo had never shown any inclination that he was interested in anyone that way, yet your friendship with him was unlike any other friendship you had. You were content with how things were, even if a part of you pondered the what-ifs and could-bes if you dared to tread that water.

As time went on and adulthood approached, it became harder and harder to stay so impossibly close. Life plans pulled you apart and soon, weeks would pass before you’d see Leo again. At first, there were constant streams of texts and phone calls but time, too, chipped away until they were days, weeks, months apart. You tried to convince yourself that this was another part of growing up, that you would see each other again and everything would go back to the way it was. But it never quite felt the same. There would be an almost awkward energy hovering over your shoulder, whispering in your ear how you were no longer as dear to him as you once were. And, eventually, everything just stopped.

“I blame life. Also us for being bad at keeping in touch. But mostly life,” you replied. “I see your choice in fashion hasn’t changed since we were teenagers.” You nodded towards Leo’s cap. If memory served you well, it was the very same hat you’d bought for him one birthday. He’d immediately put it on and proclaimed he would never take it off.

“What can I say? When your favourite person buys you something, it’s hard to part with it.”

“Oh? Your favourite person? What an honour. Do I still hold that title or have I lost my job?” You had an idea of what the answer might be, knowing it might reopen old wounds, but you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out.

“I’m not sure you could ever lose that one.” Leo looked almost wistful as he spoke, fingers toying with a napkin on the table. He spoke quieter than before, his energy lowering at the admission that he still cared for you as deeply as ever. “I wasn’t lying as a kid when I said you were my favourite. Always.”

You shifted in your seat. “Good. Because you’re my favourite too still.”

His smile grew as he outstretched a hand for you to take—if you wanted. Without hesitation, you let your hand find Leo’s, fitting as perfectly as it always had. And this time around, neither of you planned to let go.

 ♡ milo ♡

Living with Milo had certainly been one of the more adventurous decisions you’d made. You were in need of a new roommate to fill the newly empty room when Leo had passed you the number to one of his friends in need of a place to stay. He’d invited both you and Milo to coffee one day and that had been that. Contracts were signed, belongings moved in, and you were living with what was essentially a total stranger. Even within the first few months of him being there, you still felt like Milo was a stranger. His work hours and yours seemed to exist on opposite spectrums, meaning you never really got a chance to see him. The weekends were really the only times you were both at home together, but even then, Milo didn’t spend much time at home. He’d either be holed up in his room working on something, or he’d be out and about meeting his friends. He was a strangely busy man who didn’t know how to slow down. But you didn’t really mind all that much. When he was home, he was quiet and he didn’t leave any mess or clutter lying about. In essence, he was the perfect roommate, even if you did hope to grow a little closer to him given that you barely knew more than his name and a few surface level facts about him.

It all started to change one rainy weekend. The weather outside was abysmal. Cold and raining so heavy you could barely see a few feet in front of you from how hard it was pouring down. Even Milo couldn’t go outside in conditions like that. So he stayed home. And, in a change of pace, spent almost the entire day stretched across the sofa, tv quietly switching between shows. You were stood in the kitchen, making yourself a warm drink when Milo let out a disgruntled groan.

“Doing okay over there, Milo?” You called out to him, amused by his almost feline disposition.

“No. Bored.” He sat up, hair slightly mussed from where he’d laid against a cushion. “Any recommendations for shit movies? You know, the ones so bad they’re good?”

Walking over, you planted yourself down on the sofa next to him, reaching to grab the remote. “I saw some trailer last week that looked disgustingly bad. I think it came out yesterday or something. Fair warning, it looked like an actual trainwreck.”

“Perfect. Think I’ve got some popcorn hidden away somewhere.”

That night had sparked a new tradition between you and Milo. Now, every Saturday night the two of you would sit together and watch a terrible movie, spending the entire time laughing and pointing out ridiculous plot holes or poorly written dialogue. Each week you’d alternate between who got to choose, usually opting for something bad, but every now and then you’d discover a hidden gem that left you both holding back tears. It was fun to have something to look forward to every week, and the friendship that developed with Milo was like the cherry on top of an already ornate cake. And sometimes long after the movie had ended, you’d both be sat there together, sharing a blanket and replenishing cups of tea, talking long into the night. It would get to the very early hours of Sunday morning and you’d be struggling to hold back a yawn when Milo laughed and instructed you off to bed like a child scolded by their parent. Some nights when you were feeling more obstinate, Milo would come and lift you, carrying you off to your room where he’d unceremoniously toss you onto your bed and leave, calling a ‘good night’ as he made for his own room.

Somewhere along the way, as the longing for friendship faded as you grew closer with Milo, a new sense of longing decided to make itself known. You weren’t able to exactly pinpoint when those feelings became less platonic and tinged with something else, but all you knew was that it didn’t exactly bode well when you lived under the same roof as him. The options were to either ignore and pretend all was as normal, or you could pose the question and be a little more honest with him. Neither felt like the right decision. But one night, as Milo was turning the lights down for the night’s movie of choice, one you’d both agreed upon together, and he handed you the bowl of popcorn and got to making your favourite drink, all without needing to ask, you knew you were deep in it. Fearing your own sense of self, you edged further away from Milo’s spot and distracted yourself by looking at your phone.

“Nope. Not getting away with that one.” Milo’s voice came from behind you, pulling your phone from your grasp. There was a strict ‘no phones’ rule during movie nights that you were suddenly regretting agreeing to. Milo sat himself down, pulling a blanket over his legs when he noticed that you were further away from usual. The man was far too perceptive for his own good. And so he leaned over, sliding an arm around you and pulling you back closer to him.

“What are you doing?” You asked, unsure exactly where to look with him so close.

“Getting comfortable. I recommend you do the same.” Milo didn’t say anything further on the matter, though you noted the arm that had pulled you closer was now draped over your shoulders. This was new. But you liked it. And, as it seemed, Milo did too.

 ♡ rory ♡

“Did you want to go find somewhere to eat soon?” It was late afternoon and you had spent the best part of the day with Rory after a surprise text from him. He usually wasn’t the type to instigate last minute plans, enjoying his time off whenever he could get it. But he’d clearly had a change of heart when he texted about a new book release he was wanting to go and look for, inviting you along in the process to hang out for the day. He’d been as evasive as ever when you questioned the change of heart when it came to making plans, instead offering an iced coffee and croissant he’d bought shortly before you arrived. He claimed he was just ‘feeling generous’ but you knew Rory secretly liked to surprise people with gifts—even if they were in the form of a snack.

“You’ve truly mastered the art of subtlety, haven’t you?” His voice was pure sarcasm as he crossed his arms, staring you down with an unamused expression. “But yes, food is good. That place Tobias kept going on about is just round the corner, right?”

You nodded, flicking through the group chat to find exactly where Tobias had recommended after Rory sent a photo of you to show you were both hanging out. It was a fairly small place, one he’d found on one of his ‘Tobias ventures’ where he let his nose and stomach take him to wherever smelt the best place. So far he hadn’t disappointed with his choices. “Yeah, looks like it’s a left past here and then should be on the right.”

“Don’t tell him it was my idea to listen to him. I still haven’t lived it down after the last time.”

“Sure. Your secret is safe with me,” you replied, fully intending on passing the message along to the group chat. “Now come on, I’m hungry.” You reached for Rory’s hand to make your way for the restaurant, happily ready to stroll along when Rory’s unmoving rigidness made you stop in your tracks. “Helloooo? Earth to Rory. We’re going to that restaurant now, right?” You turned in confusion, trying to see what was holding him up.

Rory cleared his throat before he answered, his cheeks having turned a slight reddish pink. “Right. But, uh, what are you doing?”

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’ I’m just…going. Like we said.” Rory shifted on his feet. You waited a moment for him to speak, but he didn’t seem to be particularly forthcoming with his words just yet. Eyes scanning his body for any noticeable difference, your gaze landed on where your hand still held his, sparking a lightbulb to flash in your brain. “Oh? Are you blushing because I held your hand? How cute.”

His eyes widened for a split second. He had turned almost skittish in mere moments. “Yeah, sure, whatever. But why are you holding it, dumbass?” The surprise of it all wore off quickly, one of his favourite nicknames for you rolling off the tongue with apparent ease. Or he was just trying to hide how flustered he’d gotten. Or both.

“Because we are walking to the same place? And it’s busy so I’d rather not lose you in the crowd. What’s got you so worked up anyway, hm? Been that long since someone held your hand?” You couldn’t help but tease, especially after catching him looking a little too longingly at the romance section in the bookshop you’d visited earlier. It was pretty sweet how much of a hopeless romantic he was, despite his best efforts to hide it.

Rory scoffed, the blush now having spread all over his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. He really was easy to get worked up. He looked away, voice mumbling as he spoke,” No. But other people holding my hand isn’t quite the same as you holding it.”

You froze, not sure if you’d heard him correctly. He’d said it so quietly and there were a lot of people around so it was an easy mistake to make. But what if your ears hadn’t misheard? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. Let’s just go before my stomach starts shouting for food.” He tried to set off, hand still in yours, but you weren’t letting him run away so easily. Not when he was so clearly deflecting. You wanted to say something, though the words didn’t seem to want to come out.

Rory sighed, his hand in yours fidgeting a little but ultimately holding a tiny bit tighter. “This isn’t a conversation to have in public. Or a busy restaurant. Putting a pin in it then we can talk later.”

“And I’m taking the pin right out. Rory, we’re best friends. You can tell me anything. If not here then we just go home and talk.”

“What if us being best friends is the issue?”

Your brows furrowed. What on earth was the man talking about? “You want us to stop being friends? I’m really not following here, Rory.”

“No, it’s not that. Just…I don’t know how to say it without saying it.”

“That does not help me.”

“I know.” He exhaled. “I’m sorry I’m being awkward about this. I hadn’t exactly planned for this conversation but, do you ever think about us as something other than friends?”

“You mean…”

“Yeah. I do.” Rory’s hand felt somehow even warmer in yours. There was something akin to worry in his eyes, as though you might suddenly pull away and never speak to him again. You couldn’t fathom the idea.

You smiled, one that you hoped might reassure him and quell his concerns. “It’s a nice thought. Really nice. One we can dwell on over dinner?”

 ♡ alexei ♡

The summer heat was unrelenting as you taped up another cardboard box in the bedroom of Alexei’s apartment. He was moving to a different part of the city and had called in a favour to help with packing his things up one weekend. He had, in turn, managed to pick one of the warmest days to prepare for moving, a decision you had were already planning to get him back for. But, in spite of the heat crawling over your skin, it was nice to spend the time with Alexei. With how busy the both of you were, finding time where your schedules aligned proved to be a little more than difficult. But fate had been kind and given you both a weekend to see each other and reminisce on all the memories stored in every corner of Alexei’s home. There were photos and mementos of trips from over the years, little snapshots of times you’d somehow forgotten. It was easy to forget there was ever a time before the two of you became friends, the years having disappeared in what felt like no time at all.

You were holding a fridge magnet that Alexei had bought on a trip to the beach one summer. It was a roundish pinkish-orange shell, with two small chips at the edge from where it had been knocked off his fridge more times than you could count. He’d chosen to move it into his bedroom after he knocked off the shell magnet along with another and the other had not survived the fall. There were so many little stories scattered around the apartment. It felt sad to be saying goodbye to them, even if you knew there plenty more ahead in his new place. Not to mention the items were all going with him. Still, there were years of laughter and love painted into the pale walls that could never be retrieved nor relived again.

“Feeling sentimental over there?” Alexei’s voice sounded from the doorway, an empty cardboard box in his hands. He placed it down by a pile of clothes he had been sorting before coming to sit beside you, his usual gentle smile adorning his face.

“A little. It’s nice to see all this stuff again. I forgot about way too much of it.”

Alexei hummed, reaching for a photo of the two of you sharing a large bag of popcorn. You’d both been excited over the movie’s trailer and had expected it to sell out, only to get there and be the only two people in the screening. No other trip to the cinema had been quite the same as getting to laugh and react as loudly as you wanted together in front of the giant screen. Alexei had tried to toss popcorn kernels into his mouth and failed miserably most times. Then, as the credits were rolling, you took a commemorative photo to remember the one and only time you got so lucky at a movie showing.

“If you really want to go down memory lane, you should have a look at this,” he said, reaching over for a dark blue book. It had nothing on the cover to indicate what might have been inside, but he handed it to you, beaming.

“What’s this?”

“Just open it. Nothing’s going to jump out at you.” You weren’t sure if you should trust that comment. But, in spite of that, you opened the cover to see a myriad of tickets and receipts. It was a scrapbook from all the events, outings, and days you’d spent with Alexei. There was a rain-damaged handout from when you’d visited a local petting zoo; there was a little ticket from the time you beat Alexei at a mini golf course; there was token he’d accidentally pocketed from an arcade and forgotten to give back. Alexei had felt extra guilty about that one. It was filled with fragments of your friendship, a storyboard of your life together laid out on the pages.

Then you turned the page once more to see a single flower, preserved from being pressed between the pages. Around it were all kinds of Alexei-style notes detailing the exact species of flower with all kinds of facts about it. There was also a little paragraph in the top corner, explaining why this particular flower was his favourite. Because you had picked it and presented it to him as a little gift one day while you were out on a picnic. And you had been smiling. Your smile was his favourite, so that meant the flower was now his favourite because it had been infused with the image of your smile. It had little monetary value, nor did you ever expect him to keep it. You’d thought he would have just left it in the grass or tried to replant it so it didn’t die, not dedicate an entire two-page spread to commemorate this one small yellow wildflower. When you looked up, Alexei’s cheeks were a bright pink.

“I forgot that page was there…” His voice trailed off, eyes averting away from where you looked at him.

“Seems we’re both getting nice little reminders of the past, aren’t we?”

Alexei nodded, the movement awkward and stiff. “I’ll, uh, go back to sorting those clothes—” He tried to get up and away, only to be pulled back down by you reaching for the hem of his jumper.

“No running away from this one,” you teased, throwing yourself at him to wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. “This is really sweet. I love you. A lot.”

“Love? As in…”

“Yes, you idiot.”  

 ♡ brooklyn ♡

Rain gently pattered against the window of Brooklyn’s home, the view of the city obscured by water droplets. It was the perfect accompanying backdrop to the sound of pianos and violins coming from the two speakers either side of his television. The air had a slight chill to it, the rain having sapped all warmth out of the atmosphere. Brooklyn had been quick to procure a blanket to drape over both of your legs and brew a pot of tea to share while silently reading together. Since befriending Brooklyn, it had become common practice to spend time at either his home or yours, reading something the other had recommended or simply enjoying some quiet time in one another’s presence. You’d met some months ago thanks to a mutual friend introducing you both and, after realising you were neighbours, a close friendship had blossomed and bloomed into what it was today. That same friend who’d introduced you would often ask after Brooklyn, sometimes hinting at something other than friendship between the both of you. There was always a flustered awkwardness in your denials and adamance that there was nothing of the sort going on between you and him. Brooklyn was not the easiest character to read, his warm smiles and gentle movements barely an indication of any secret feelings of devotion he might be keeping close to his chest. Even now, with a shared blanket covering your legs and his, knees lightly touching, you couldn’t quite tell if he’d orchestrated the closeness merely for warmth or for any other reason.

Either way, the proximity felt far more intimate than it usually did. It was comfortable. So comfortable, in fact, that you could feel your eyelids growing heavier and heavier by the second. You didn’t want to fall asleep, especially not so close to Brooklyn, but your control over your consciousness was gradually waning thin.

“Is my company really that tiresome? Or was it the book? Although I do believe I was the one to give it to you,” Brooklyn teased, his thumb playing with the corner of the page of his own book.

A gentle wave of guilt fluttered in your stomach as you sat up a little straighter. “Not at all. I blame the tea.”

He chuckled, turning his attention back to his book. “If you need to rest, then please, be my guest.” As if there were some magical power in his words, the drowsiness in your eyes rooted itself even deeper and before you knew it, you had drifted off into sleep. What you did not know, however, was that your head had found itself resting on Brooklyn’s shoulder, having gravitated toward the nearest warm spot. Brooklyn was hardly shocked at the sight of you sleeping, but that still didn’t stop his cheeks from warming in turn. He waited there for a moment, hesitating to see if you would gain consciousness again before he moved. But after no sign of waking, he carefully slotted a bookmark between the book’s pages so as not to jostle you too much. His hand gently pressed to your cheek, lifting your head from his shoulder so he could stand and help lay down your sleeping body, moving your legs so that you were completely sprawled out across his sofa. He adjusted the blanket to cover you entirely and stood, watching for a short moment with an absentminded smile on his face. He did not mind at all that you had fallen asleep, only pleased that you felt comfortable enough in his presence to let yourself rest so deeply.

Brooklyn ran the back of his fingers softly across your cheek and leaned to press a featherlight kiss to your temple, not wanting to disturb you yet feeling compelled over the gentle gesture. As he pulled away to sit himself on another armchair, Brooklyn’s eyes widened as he felt a grasp clutch at his wrist and lazily pull at his arm. He tried to pry your fingers from his wrist but had no such luck.

“Naptime for you too,” you mumbled sleepily, barely awake with your eyes still closed. Brooklyn was torn with indecision. A part of him thought this was a bad idea—that it would be too much for his heart to bear once the moment ended. But another, much larger part of him, was tempted beyond all desire. He wanted to; he really did. So he let himself give in. He slid beneath the blanket and let his arm fall atop your waist. Brooklyn barely breathed being so close to you. It wasn’t until he felt you nestling your face into the crook of his neck that he finally let his resolve shatter. He could figure out his feelings and what this all meant later on. He would happily wait for another day to share the feelings that simmered so deep in his stomach every time his gaze landed on you. All that mattered in this moment, was how your legs were tangled together beneath the blanket, and how your fingers sleepily clutched at his shirt. For Brooklyn, this was more than enough as sleep slowly found him.

 ♡ tobias ♡

Some weeks had passed since the last time you saw Tobias. With his job, travelling was no rare occurrence. He’d been on a plane to the other side of the country one day and then flying somewhere else a few days later. It was a lifestyle he loved, getting to travel all over while getting paid. What wasn’t to love? The main downside being away from home so much meant being away from you, a longtime friend and supporter of Tobias as he started out on his less conventional career path. Yours was a friendship he treasured, frequently sending updates and blurry, zoomed in photos of his face so you didn’t forget what he looked like after a couple of weeks away. He left sleepy voice notes telling you he missed you, drowsily recounting his day’s events before his voice trailed off and the voice note came to an end as he passed out in his hotel room. He’d often find little gifts or souvenirs that reminded him of you, wrapping them all messily in tissue paper and keeping them in a box labelled with your name so he didn’t lose them or forget to give them to you once he returned. Tobias would ignore your protests that you didn’t need any gifts, enjoying your embarrassed smile every time you opened one up to see a painfully touristy t-shirt or funny little keychain.

“It’s basically tradition at this point,” he’d argue, folding his arms and turning his nose away. He wasn’t hearing any of your excuses. But it was all in good fun, quickly reaching for another ridiculous gift he’d found and tossing it your way. It really had become a tradition at this point. A rather sweet one, too.

Tobias had been away from home for almost two months now. It was one of the longest trips away he’d ever had and despite his frequent updates, you could still feel the long stretch of time as acute as ever. You didn’t let on just how much you missed him, knowing he’d only tease you about how you could barely survive without him, or that he was just that amazing of a person. He’d no doubt try and laugh off that you must harbour secret feelings for him. Although not entirely untrue, you weren’t going to tempt fate by letting him pose that question, even as a joke. It didn’t hit exactly how much you missed his amusing playfulness until you were driving to the airport to pick him up, anticipation bubbling and fizzing in your chest. Your fingertips tingled as you clutched the steering wheel, barely able to focus on much else other than getting there as fast as the road would allow you. His flight was due to land in about thirty minutes and you wanted to be there ready and waiting with his favourite starbucks order in hand.

Standing in the arrivals lounge felt agonisingly long. Watching waves of people come through and none of them being Tobias felt like tiny needles pinching at your heart. You were checking your phone every few seconds, waiting and watching for an ‘I’m home!’ text that he’d usually send. Nothing. Pocketing it again, you looked up to see the next group of people coming through, all unfamiliar faces. Exhaling a deep breath, you shifted on your feet when a pair of airs wrapped around you from behind. A small squeal of shock came from you, loud laughter erupting from the person who had assailed you. A laugh you could recognise anywhere.

“Tobias Fox, you are paying for parking for near giving me a heart attack.” Your heart was racing, almost pounding out of your chest as you turned to Tobias, gently shoving him away from you. “And I’m keeping this drink now. No presents for you.”

He tried, and failed, to quell his laughter. “Aww, come on, don’t be mean. It’s been two months and I just got off a really long flight so shouldn’t you be extra nice to me?”

“No.”

Tobias poked your forehead. “Boring. If I ask nicely, do I get an actual ‘welcome back’ hug?”

“Maybe.” Before you could even finish uttering out the word, Tobias’ arms engulfed you again, holding you close as onlookers smiled to themselves. His hold was warm and all-encompassing, the two of you barely moving as if time had frozen. His cheek felt hot pressed against yours, his breath tickling the tip of your ear.

“I missed you,” he whispered. “A lot.” It was rare for Tobias to sound so sincere. Sure, he’d tell you he missed you on the numerous calls while he was away, but it always sounded so amicable and reflexive rather than a genuine admission of longing.

“Yeah? Or did you just miss raiding my fridge?”

He chuckled, the sound sending a tingle down your spine with how close he was to your ear. “Mm, that too. But mostly you. We’re a team, aren’t we?” Tobias leaned away, arms moving to take your hands in his. He waited for a moment, eyes taking in the view of your face before he picked up his suitcase and called for you to lead the way out. His left hand, still entwined with yours, tugged a little, throwing you off balance. He didn’t let you fall though, letting his lips catch your cheek as he grinned and continued on as if nothing had happened. This was new. Something about the way his fingers clasped yours and the buzzing tension in every step you both took. The lines between friendship and something else had blurred beyond comprehension. But it was a comfortable space to be in, liminal as it may be. You had Tobias back now, for at least a week or two, and there was so much more that could happen in such a short space of time.

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These are lovely headcanons, i age with them all 😌

A Brutally Honest Description of How Each Brother SHOULD Text Each Other

Lucifer

That bitch who corrects your grammar and typos.

"Is it 'who' or 'whom,' MC? You can do better."

Always formal, full sentences, good punctuation, with little typos.

Only changes when he's solo texting Diavolo where suddenly they're sending each other text spam and multiple emojis like gossiping schoolgirls.

Mammon

I swear, his texts should be basically unreadable. Not because he can't write, but because he never reads over for mistakes before hitting send.

Typos, misspellings, missing words, the whole works. Sending messages through only emojis would arguably be more coherent.

Very big fan of voice chat because his brothers make fun of his illegible texts.

Only person who can reliably decipher whatever he says and never gets on his case about it is, surprisely, Lucifer. But he's had to read it for so many years that he barely even notices the flaws anymore. His mind fills in the gaps.

Levi

VERY BIG FAN OF ALL CAPS but to express excitement.

Could write you a novel but will send you an internet link to what he's talking about instead.

Sends random sentence fragments when too excited because his thumbs get away from him and he'll accidently hit "Send" twelve times in a row.

Texts exactly how he speaks. Included his many Levia-isms which are just keyboard smashes or random ass onomatopoeia like "bluforgal"

Satan

ANOTHER BIG FAN OF ALL CAPS because to express ANGER.

Can write you a novel. Will write you a novel. And will squeeze it all into one or two texts max.

Run-on sentences galore. Man has never met a comma he doesn't immediately take in like a starving Victorian orphan.

Likes taking aesthetic pictures of his books, coffee, rain, and cats. Mostly cats. You would think he has to immediately report each one he sees to MC like an endangered species.

Asmo

The living god of emojis. He has ones downloaded that you've never even imagined before. Incredibly hyper-specific ones like "man bent over stop sign puking on ground."

The kind of person who will ALWAYS answer the questions "How are you" or "Where are you" with an immediate selfie. Even in the tub.

Comes up with brilliant hot-takes while drunk and spams them at you at 3 in the morning.

While send selfies and aesthetic pics to you first for approval before posting them to Devilgram. He expects detailed critique on image quality, filter usage, pose, composition, lighting-

Beel

I feel like Beel just matches whatever energy you give him, sometimes for no reason.

If you text him: WHAT IS THE GROCERY LIST THIS WEEK? You'll get back:

EGGS.

CHEESE.

TOMATO.

The only big difference is Belphie because those two can send each other messages that are just "Uh-huh." "No." "No way!" for an hour and come away with a complete conversation.

Belphie

Abbreviation king. If he can skip out on writing out the whole word, he'll do it by any means necessary.

Sometimes he doesn't even bother finishing people's names and uses initials like he speaks in code.

"M wnt 2 🛒 store"

"Wtch out, Lu is 😡"

Falls asleep texting often so messages can be perfectly fine one minute, then turn into a garble of letters the next.

Voice chats his dreams to MC like an audio-diary. Since he naps often, they may get 5 to 10 of these rambily messes sent to them a day.

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𑁍 A LETTER FROM SATAN 𑁍

My Dearest Y/n,

It is with both trepidation and longing that I put ink to paper, for I find myself entangled in emotions that, until now, have been foreign to my darkened existence. The flames within me flicker and dance as I pour forth these words, driven by an impulse I cannot ignore.

Today, as I prowled the realms beyond, my eyes were drawn to a creature of the night—a small feline, its fur as black as the void from which I emerged. Mesmerized, I watched as it gracefully traversed the shadows, its every movement a testament to elegance. Yet, even as that creature captivated me, my gaze wandered, and there you lay, slumbering amidst the tapestry of dreams.

Oh, my beloved, you were a vision of ethereal beauty, your peaceful countenance radiating an innocence that spoke to my very core. In that moment, I hesitated, unwilling to disturb your repose, for you were too adorable to stir from your rest. The sight of you nestled in dreams held me captive, my heart aching with an unfamiliar tenderness.

In recent days, I have found myself consumed by a peculiar sensation, an enigmatic stirring within my chest. It is as if an inferno roars beneath the surface, yearning to be acknowledged, yet unsure of its own existence. Every thought of you, every glimpse of your enchanting presence, only serves to stoke that infernal fire, leaving me bewildered and exhilarated in equal measure.

You, my dearest, are to me a feline creature of unmatched allure. Your every movement possesses a grace akin to a cat's saunter, stealthy yet purposeful. Your laughter, a melody that dances upon my ears, mimics the gentle purring of a contented kitten. And your eyes, those captivating orbs, hold a depth that rivals the vast expanse of the night sky, drawing me further into their magnetic pull.

Your little habits, like the playful swat of a paw, are a bewitching symphony to my ears. The way you lose yourself in the pages of a book, your brow furrowing in concentration, fills me with an indescribable fascination. And when you curl up by the fire, seeking warmth and comfort, I am tempted to join you, to bask in the radiance of your presence and lose myself in the depths of your company.

My thoughts are tethered to you, my beloved, like a cat to its favorite spot in the sun. You occupy my every waking moment, and even in the realm of dreams, you weave your way into my subconscious. I am ensnared by an inexplicable desire to unravel the enigma that is you, to explore the depths of your soul and discover the secrets hidden within.

Do you not sense the fire that burns within me, my sweetest love? Can you not feel the intensity of my gaze as it lingers upon you? I beg of you, do not dismiss these words as mere whimsy or fanciful musings. They are the confession of a heart once shrouded in darkness, now illuminated by the spark of something extraordinary—the love that blossoms for you, and only you.

Yours eternally,

Satan

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Mammon: Wait, wait, wait. So you're tellin' me that if Lucifer had been nicer, you would've never tried goin' up in the attic a second time?

MC: Yeah.

Levi: Wait, what? How…?

MC: Alright, look. There were two reasons why I wanted to go into the attic. One: I was hearing Belphie's voice from there asking for help, and two: Lou was acting suspicious as fuck about it with the whole threatening me and shit.

Lucifer: I-

MC: Shh, let me explain!

Lucifer: …

Belphie: Pff…

Satan: So what, you're saying that if Lucifer hadn't acted the way he did, you would've just given up? No trying to go into the attic, no suspicion, you would've just ignored Belphie's voice and went on with your day?

MC: Absolutely. I mean, think about it: I had just gotten here, and someone not wanting a stranger to go into certain parts of their house is kinda reasonable. And like I said, it wasn't the "not letting me go there" thing that made me want to go there, it was the suspicious behavior!

Because again, you threatened me and just started being an overall dick after you caught me trying to go up the stairs.

Lucifer: MC-

MC: But I understand your reasons, you were worried, wanted to protect your family, and bla-bla-bla. Don't worry, it's fine. We've come a long way, I love you, you love me, and there's that. But going back to the topic…

Asmo: 🤭

Lucifer: 👿

Asmo: ���🤐

MC: So the point is, you catch me going to the attic, and you threaten to kill me if I try doing it again. You don't try to explain, don't try to convince me I shouldn't go there, you just go: "I have this tea that will put you to endless sleep, muahahahaha."

All brothers (except Lucifer): *try not to laugh*

MC: And in my head, I go: "Bet. Imma see what the fuck's up there, and you old man, you ain't stopping me."

Asmo, Beel & Mammon: 😨😦😳

Belphie & Satan: *wheezing in silence*

Lucifer: *glares at them*

MC: But that could've been prevented! Like, if you hadn't threatened me, and tried to explain why I shouldn't go there in the first place-

Lucifer: But I couldn't tell you the truth.

MC: Well, you could've come up with anything! Because remember, I had just dropped here, in literal fucking hell. So you could've told me literally ANYTHING and I would've believed you. Like, you could've just told me the room was cursed by an evil spirit or something. Because I'd hear that and go: "Alright, have a nice day. I'm never stepping foot on these stairs again."

Beel: Pff...

MC: But nooo, Mr. Pride had to go: "I won't give you ANY explanation, and I will KILL you if you try going there again." And that combined with the strange voice asking for help? It did not give you a great look, I gotta say...

All brothers (except Lucifer): *already laughing their ass off at this point*

Lucifer: …

Belphie: Wow...

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Originally, Satan was just a small glimmer inside Lucifer's consciousness until Lucifer's wrath reached its peak with Lilith's death which, in turn, resulted in Satan's birth

MC is a direct descendant of Lilith after she was reborn as human

If it weren't for Lilith's death, neither of them would be here

Both of their existences are directly intertwined with one another, so in a way Satan's right

They have always been destined to be a part of each other's lives

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Only you’re allowed to eat in Mammon’s precious Demonio 666 Lexura, BUT that does not mean that you don’t have to be incredibly careful. Celestia forbid if you spill something in baby’s pristine leather seats, because if you do, you’re going to be the one scrubbing it out and doing a full leather care routine.

You’re the only one that gets to be in Levi’s room when his social battery is run dry. Levi needs his Henry to recharge of course! Having you in there with him to cuddle cuts his seclusion time in half. He can’t bring himself to admit it coherently but he also loves it when you play with his hair when you’re cuddling, that is another privilege that only you get, honestly just getting in his bubble in general and him being happy about it is a privilege.

No one is allowed to touch Lucifer’s wings, except you of course. He’ll never admit that he loves it but trust, he adores it. Just messing with his feathers or helping him preen, is a privilege only for his precious MC. Another thing he’ll never admit to is the act of preening being incredibly intimate, and reserved only for significant others. It makes his heart throb watching and feeling you do this just for him.

You’re the only one allowed to steal food off of Beelzebub’s plate. If it was anyone else they would be down a hand, but the look of happiness and satisfaction on your face whenever you eat from his plate makes his brain foggy and his heart stutter, so he lets it slide.

You’re the only one allowed to share Asmo’s special baths with him. The baths where he uses all of his favorite bath salts, bombs, oils, and adds extra fragrant flower petals. It’s extra special when Asmo is feeling down, when he’d normally need time away because he’s feeling down about his appearance. He doesn’t want to be seen by anyone, but you’re special.

You’re the only one that doesn’t get cursed by Satan for one. And you’re the only one that’s not going to get yelled at if you interrupt him while reading, all of your distractions are quite welcome with him. He’s thrilled every time you choose him over his brothers. Middle child syndrome

Belphie doesn’t get upset at you when you wake him up from his naps. In fact he would’ve come to get you and drag you up to the attic for cuddles if he wasn’t enjoying his dream so much. He will be up in a moments notice the second your in danger and come to find you, even if he has to get up from a good nap.

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Could I request headcanons of the brothers with an s/o that likes to kiss them on the head or cheek when they sleep?

MC that kisses them when they sleep!

Obey Me! brothers

part two: nowdateables ! word count: 1.4k genre: fluff

WARNING: suggestive content!

a/n : I loved this ask, its so cute!!! thank you so much!!

Lucifer

Lucifer is a light sleeper, so he always stirs just a bit. I think the first time he wakes up completely, already in battle mode, but then he sees you right there with your lips on him..

he freezes for a moment, since he only just woke up, and you probably notice his eyes opened in that time... takes a moment for him to process everything so theres a silence lol

when he does? smirks and his head gets all big, cuz we know how he is lol

"couldnt help yourself?" he says, and an arm snakes around your waist. his voice is a bit gruff since he just woke up too, wheww!

and we all know how he likes to hear you say things with you own lips... hes pulling you close to him, another hand resting on your chin to guide your face

"tell me," he purrs..

"tell me you couldnt help yourself."

safe to say that he absolutely loves it LMAO

smiles fondly whenever he thinks about it, but it looks like he just did something evil to anyone else

Mammon

mans is a heavy ass sleeper. when hes out hes OUT so he probably would never catch you doing it. i think hes more likely to find out by someone else taking a picture!

mammon fell asleep at one of his classes because he was out partying the night before, and you smiled warmly, leaned down, and gave him a soft kiss on his temple

and solomon caught that shit in 4k 📸

he shares it with everyone of course, and mammons jaw just drops when he sees the photo

"wHAT?? I DONT REMEMBER THIS"

yes, you wouldnt remember it mammon 😭😭

oh his head gets BIG. almost as bad as lucifer!!

"well!!! you datin the GREAT mammon, after all!"

but he says this half mumbling, eyes averted, lips pursed and his face is on fire

hes flustered the first time he learns of it, because now hes imagining you sliding your hands around him when hes asleep and leaning in for a kiss

definitely tries to fake sleeping around you a few separate occassions on you so that he can catch you. but hes real bad at acting... its sooooo obvious....

like mammon i see you opening your eyes to peak at me and you dont snore like that, be serious 😭

if you throw him a bone and give him a kiss anyway, he cant stop himself from grinning wide (bruh cmon youre supposed to be pretending to sleep!)

when you back away, he opens his eyes, act completely forgotten

"o-oi! where ya goin?!"

Leviathan

i feel like he is a light sleeper cuz of anxiety. not as light as lucifer. he stirs a little, and probably thinks hes dreaming at first when he sees your figure hovered over him with his blurry and sleepy eyes. goes back to sleep murmuring your name <3

when he wakes up, he remembers it very vividly

was that a dream??.. or not????

hes staring at you extra hard all day, clearly its on his mind

overthinks asking because hes levi haha. doesnt want to embarrass himself if it was a dream, but what if it wasnt?? and what were you doing to him?? why is he so excited by this also??

you might have to ask him yourself about whats on his mind if you dont have the patience, but he will eventually come out with it after a while

"s-so, um, mc... yknow..ahem.... l-last night.... did you.... do...s-something....?........"

when he finds out that you just gave him a kiss on his forehead/cheek, he turns so red

critical hit on his heart!

honestly, the reason hes blushing so much is because he didnt expect it! its so sweet.... youre so cute... he likes you so much, fuck like he cant handle it ahh 😭

"h-how long have you been doing that?!?+"

hell be gaming and randomly think of you kissing him when hes asleep and he'll blush and freeze up a lil

also:

"not that i like it or anything-"

"oh? ok i wont kiss you in your sleep anymore"

"w-wait!!! i didnt say.. all that..."

Satan

i feel like hes average for sleeping, so i dont think hed wake up to catch you. itd probably be when he was kinda just falling asleep reading a book, right before he gets into deep sleep, maybe yall were cuddling and reading or something.. 💕

hes half asleep but just barely aware enough to feel you kiss him

hes heart trembles, ugh. hes so weak for you

his lips quirk just slightly, but hes not like the others who get a big head over it, hes really just touched to feel your affections and enjoys it

blushes, just a bit. hes still half asleep so he doesnt move, but relaxes so much and goes to sleep in bliss feeling loved

i feel like he definitely picks up the habit of doing so just because you do

next time hes awake, he leans in and presses a long, tender kiss to your temple. and after that, every time he catches you asleep, he smiles to himself and kisses you on your cheek/forehead just the same

may chuckle to himself at you being asleep or your reaction, since youre so cute

Asmodeous

hes probably a medium sleeper too, so!! would probably find out in a similar way to satan. and omg. when he finds out??? ITS OVER 🩷

smiles in his groggy state and lightly giggles, tugging lightly on your shirt

"mc, hehe! i love love loooove you, hehe~"

keeps tugging bc hellooooo? what are you doing? you had your fun on his cheek or whatever, his lips are riiight there babe

purses them to make sure you get the memo, and smiles softly when you do

ah, too late, youre trapped

has his arms lazily around you, wanting to keep you too him. lazily kisses and cuddles you as he falls asleep. youre not going anywhere, you might as well stay here...

and, ofc, its asmo. it wouldnt be asmo if he didnt expect it to lead somewhere else 😭

however!! if you dont want to, thats fine!! your relationship consists of him constantly trying to make a pass at every second of every moment you spend together and you deciding whether or not to, so 💀

goes to sleep with a perky attitude every night because he knows youre gonna give him kisses later 🥰🥰🥰

Beelzebub

hes a heavy sleeper. i mean, constantly eating aaand constantly working out... yeah, when he knocks out hes out cold. i dont think hed ever catch you

belphie probably snapped a pic thinking you two were cute, and showed it to him since he knew it would make him happy

blushes and smiles, and he just beams at the picture

"ah, so she kisses me when im asleep" (says smiling like a ray of sunshine)

squeezes you extra tight next time he sees you, smiling into your skin as he gives you a kiss or two on your cheek or neck through the hug

"belphie showed me a picture of you kissing me when im asleep.... it made me really happy..."

beel is always so clear about his emotions n stuff 😭 hes so sweet ugh!

honestly forgets you do this though, since he rarely catches you and it's not like people remind him. he's not the tour to randomly think about it like levi or lucifer. but, just know it makes him very happy

Belphegor

do i even have to specify? mans job is being a heavy sleeper. will never, and i mean not ever, catch you, unfortunately

its beel that sneaks a little pic to show him since he knows itll make him happy!

(yes, both twins do it for one another, arent they sweet?)

just smiles, his love for you grows... but belphie is a yandere so this may or may not be a tad alarming

loves that you do, of course, but he wants them when hes awake, too. whenever hes going to sleep or falling asleep he tells you because he now expects a kiss goodnight every nap

BUT ITS A TRAP

now hes held onto you and wont let go. you might as well lay down with him too, whether or not you can fall asleep... youre not going anywhere.

honestly that isn't even dependent on you kidding him when hes asleep, but it's connected enough lol

also something he says: "my cheek? well, don't stop there..."

also reminds you that he encourages you doing whatever you want to him in his sleep lol

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SYNOPSIS: Four setters tied together, four stories intertwined. In Part One, the compass led you through the labyrinth, but now the needle is gone. In Part Two, with three stories happening simultaneously, several threads tangle into one

STATUS: ⚠️ UNDER RENOVATION! ⚠️ story is complete, but I am now honing to perfection—several links may be down

PART ONE:

APERTURE (True North)

PART TWO:

TROMPE-L’ŒIL (South)

SCREENTONE (East)

EXTREMA (West)

NOTE: Part Two is ONE STORY, not separate routes. To read in order, see below the cut and use the “follow path” links to stay on track!

PAIRINGS: timeskip!setters x reader

TAGLIST IS OPEN! (Send an ask/message/reply, whatever suits you. Strikes unable to be tagged ☹️) @crescenttooru @marissaraeblr @roselleviennesstuff

⚠️ = currently being edited or will eventually be edited

PROFILES:

Y/N’s support groups: South

Y/N’s support group: East ⚠️

Y/N’s support groups: West ⚠️

The setter suitors

NAVIGATION:

DISCLAIMER: JAPAN’S V.LEAGUE

1. Not Out of the Woods: South ⚠️ (i. Stone)

2. Not Out of the Woods: East ⚠️ (Layer 1: Canvas)

3. Not Out of the Woods: West (Page 1: Proposal)

4. Another Adventure: South (ii. Classical)

5. Another Adventure: East (Layer 2: Background)

6. Another Adventure: West ⚠️ (Page 2: Research)

7. Off the Beaten Path: South (iii. Floating World)

8. Off the Beaten Path: East (Layer 3: Thumbnail)

9. Off the Beaten Path: West (Page 3: Analysis)

10. Around the Bush: South ⚠️ (iv. Heavenly Mosaic)

11. Around the Bush: East (Layer 4: Composition)

12. Around the Bush: West (Page 4: Differentiation)

13. On a Merry Chase: South ⚠️ (v. Romanesque)

14. On a Merry Chase: East (Layer 5: Sketch)

15. On a Merry Chase: West (Page 5: Branding)

16. Sent Into the Air: South (vi. Gothic)

17. Sent Into the Air: East ⚠️ (Layer 6: Palette)

18. Sent Into the Air: West (Page 6: Funding)

19. Up the Wrong Tree: South (vii. Renaissance)

20. Up the Wrong Tree: East ⚠️ (Layer 7: Ink)

21. Up the Wrong Tree: West (Page 7: Thesis)

22. Into the Dirt: South (viii. Baroque)

23. Into the Dirt: East ⚠️ (Layer 8: Base)

24. Into the Dirt: West ⚠️ (Page 8: Map)

25. Over the Moon: South (ix. Neoclassical)

26. Over the Moon: East ⚠️ (Layer 9: Fill)

27. Over the Moon: West (Page 9: Wireframe)

28. See the World: South (x. Romanticism)

29. See the World: East ⚠️ (Layer 10: Light Source)

30. See the World: West (Page 10: Margin)

31. A Separate Path: South (xi. Realism)

32. A Separate Path: East ⚠️ (Layer 11: Hatch)

33. A Separate Path: West (Page 11: Module)

34. Trouble in Paradise: South (xii. Impressionism)

35. Trouble in Paradise: East ⚠️ (Layer 12: Shadow)

36. Trouble in Paradise: West (Page 12: Padding)

37. Lost in the Stream: South ⚠️ (xiii. Fauvism)

38. Lost in the Stream: East ⚠️ (Layer 13: Highlight)

39. Lost in the Stream: West (Page 13: Content)

40. Far Ahead: South (xiv. Expressionism)

41. Far Ahead: East ⚠️ (Layer 14: Midtone)

42. Far Ahead: West (Page 14: Copy)

43. Hell or High Water: South (xv. Cubism)

44. Hell or High Water: East (Layer 15: Color Burn)

45. Hell or High Water: West (Page 15: Hierarchy)

46. A Long Ways Away: South ⚠️ (xvi. Suprematism)

47. A Long Ways Away: East (Layer 16: Multiply)

48. A Long Ways Away: West (Page 16: Coding)

49. Hidden Deep: South (xvii. Futurism)

50. Hidden Deep: East (Layer 17: Levels)

51. Hidden Deep: West (Page 17: Styling)

52. In Good Company: South (xviii. Constructivism)

53. In Good Company: East ⚠️ (Layer 18: Color Balance)

54. In Good Company: West (Page 18: Scripting)

55. Up in the Clouds: South (xix. Surrealism)

56. Up in the Clouds: East (Layer 19: Luminance)

57. Up in the Clouds: West (Page 19: Animation)

58. Waiting on the Rain: South (xx. Deconstructivism)

59. Waiting on the Rain: East (Layer 20: Overlay)

60. Waiting on the Rain: West (Page 20: Interface)

61. Weather Out the Storm: South (xxi. Postmodernism)

62. Weather Out the Storm: East (Layer 21: Detailing)

63. Weather Out the Storm: West (Page 21: Launch)

64. Lost Without a Compass: South (xxii. Present Day)

65. Lost Without a Compass: East (Layer 22: Presentation)

66. Lost Without a Compass: West (Page 22: Presence)

EXTRAS:

Still | life

Cross | hatch

Anchor | point

Secret Clues: Opening Acts

Secret Clues: Needs

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PAIRINGS: timeskip!setters x reader

STATUS: completed!

NOTE: This story started as a writing challenge so the style might be a bit different and feedback is appreciated!

CHALLENGE REQUIREMENTS: (1) no prose/written portions allowed, (2) stay as close to canon/reality as humanly possible, (3) Y/N cannot be a do-no-wrong character, (4) must show exactly why each love interest is fully invested, and (5) characters are chosen by a friend of mine so that I don’t play to my strengths

PROFILES:

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The setter suitors

PROCEDURE:

Step 1: Creating an Absence of Light

Step 2: Prying the Seal

Step 3: Unrolling

Step 4: Detaching

Step 5: Feeding the Reel

Step 6: Locking the Tank

Step 7: Measuring Fluids

Step 8: Mixing Chemicals

Step 9: Taking the Temperature

Step 10: Soaking

Step 11: Agitating

Step 12: Repeating

Step 13: Draining

Step 14: Fixing

Step 15: Rinsing

Step 16: Hanging to Dry

Step 17: Cleaning Off the Dust

Step 18: Clipping the Frames

Step 19: Projecting the Light

Step 20: Focusing, Focusing, Focusing

Step 21: Adding Magenta

Step 22: Timing Exposure

Step 23: Falling Sideways

Step 24: Fading In

Step 25: Rocking the Boat

Step 26: Handling with Care

Step 27: Tumbling in Circles

Step 28: Applying Heat

Step 29: Framing

Step 30: Admiring

Step 31: Stepping Out of the Dark

EXTRAS:

Step 30.5: Retouching

Afterimage | Afterimage

Character Sheets: Akaashi Keiji

Character Sheets: Semi Eita

Character Sheets: Miya Atsumu

Character Sheets: Shirabu Kenjirou

Secret Clues: Akaashi’s storyline

Secret Clues: Semi’s storyline

Secret Clues: Atsumu’s storyline

Secret Clues: Shirabu’s storyline

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- (Y/N) is a soft, kind-hearted, quirky, and meme queen university student who lives alone in a cute little apartment complex. She mistakens Bakugo Katsuki for her old neighbors; an old woman and her granddaughter whom she absolutely adores. She leaves a giant teddy bear every day before the sun rises for the little girl to see. Not knowing that they had moved out suddenly, Katsuki who had just moved in had never seen such a huge fluffy abomination all his life that it nearly gives him a heart attack. Chaos ensues and you try your absolute best to make it up to the explosive cutie that is your next door neighbor.

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female! reader

genre: college au, normal/quirkless au, fluff, romance, crack, humor and lots of memes. lots of them,

warnings: strong language

[♡: This is my first social media au and my first fic on tumblr in general. Expect some formatting mistakes at first, but I’ll make sure to fix them as the story goes along. I hope you enjoy!)

status: COMPLETED !

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˚* ੈ✩‧₊ ˚* ੈ✩‧₊ [series masterlist]

☁️ introduction of deku squad + bakusquad

☁️ chapter 1: how to not be friends with your neighbor

☁️ chapter 2: runaway baby

☁️chapter 3: can i be anymore obvious?

☁️chapter 4: bakugo oppa? saranghae!

☁️ chapter 5: stage 1: denial

☁️ chapter 6: the great apartment bake off!

☁️ chapter 7: sweet cravings

☁️ chapter 8: everything is cake

☁️ chapter 9: please say sike

☁️ chapter 10: the start of something new

☁️ chapter 11: let the tsundere rage on!

☁️ chapter 12: should have stayed in the drafts

☁️ chapter 13: cat boy vs. werewolf boy

☁️ chapter 14: here we go again

☁️ chapter 15: b.a.k.u.s.q.u.a.d.

☁️ chapter 16: in the soup

☁️ chapter 17: the cold never bothered him anyway

☁️ chapter 18: while you were sleeping

☁️ chapter 19: lost in translation

☁️ chapter 20: whatever happened that night

☁️ chapter 21: light it up like dynamight!

☁️  chapter 22: seeing is believing

☁️  chapter 23: let me eat in peace

☁️  chapter 24: panic! at the restaurant

☁️  chapter 25: now she’s the one in denial

☁️ chapter 26: lighting up my heart

☁️ chapter 27: and they became roommates

☁️ chapter 28: the biggest decision ever made

☁️ chapter 29: katsuki bakugo who? i only know isabelle and tom nook

☁️ chapter 30: hehe bakugo’s feelings go brr

☁️ chapter 31: planning the (y/n) and bakugo heist

☁️ chapter 32: runaway baby: the sequel

☁️ chapter 33: are they dating yet?

☁️ chapter 34: what is the sweetest thing he’s ever done?

☁️  chapter 35: finally 2gether

☁️ chapter 36: the goodbye from next door

☁️ chapter 37: the end is only just the beginning

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Hypothesis, Honey. — masterlist

“I dare you to kiss the delivery guy…on the lips, of course.”

A drunken night led you to kiss a complete—yet gorgeous—stranger. You felt no regret, believing it was just a single chance encounter. However, in an odd twist of events, you were now stuck doing a thesis with the guy you kissed on that fateful night—Bakugou Katsuki.  

↪ Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader ↪ Genre: Social Media AU, College AU, Fluff, Crack ↪ Warnings: Contains Mature Content (17+), Swearing, Eventual Smut, Future chapters will contain explicit content ↪ Updates: Every Friday at 10/11pm (GMT+8) ↪ Status: 12/21/2020 — ongoing. ↪ Taglist: CLOSED.

A/N: even though this is my first smau and series ever, i hope you enjoy reading it! hopefully, it doesn’t suck as much.

LEGENDS: 🐝 - contains a written part; 🔞 - contains nsfw content; 🌶 - contains mature content

—PART 1— 

🍯 introduction: Y/N’s side • Bakugou’s side

🍯 prologue – are you challenging me? ( 🐝)

🍯 001 – the power of bakugou katsuki

🍯 002 – holy shit.

🍯 003 – well, it’s nice meeting you?

🍯 004 – this is fine

🍯 005 – stressed out

🍯 005.5 – officially a simp for kirishima

🍯 006 – spank me hard daddy 🥵

🍯 007 – through the night ( 🐝)

🍯 008 – just a tiny bit!

🍯 008.5 – ARA FUCKING ARA

🍯 009 – meet the fucccbois

🍯 010 – competition or sexual tension?

🍯 011 – bakubro’s bs

🍯 012 – creepy bastard (tw: stalking)

🍯 013 – dumbass. ( 🐝)

🍯 014 – how to know if you’re in love

🍯 014.5 – a manly heart to heart talk ( 🔞)

🍯 015 – good girls deserve a reward

🍯 016 – gingineer squad

🍯 016.5 – maybe that’s love ( 🐝)

—PART 2—

🍯 017 –  in the rain ( 🐝🌶)

🍯 018 –  am i alright?

miscellaneous 

🍯 playlist.

🍯 y/n and katsu’s tiktok dance challenge

🍯 a tiktok video perfectly describing chapter 14

🍯 if hypothesis, honey. was in filipino (chapter 15)

© katsuverse 2020-2021 - All rights reserved. No work shall be reproduced, reposted, modified, translated in any form or by any means. 

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Nanami is the kind of person that craves conversations about his favorite book, wanting to talk about every detail if possible. He loves getting insights on how his s/o would interpret the book because he likes getting thoughts other than his own. He would want to know every detail and would find it cute if you get instantly excited about talking about the book.

If you are reading it for the first time, Nanami would want to be around you to chat about it and get your live thoughts. He doesn’t mind though if you want to do it without him. Just expect book club meetings especially if his favorite book is huge multi series.

If he’s around you when you read it, he’ll want you curled up on the couch in his lap while you read it so he can hold you close. One of his favorite things would be reading together with you. It’s so relaxing and it’s nice to relax after a long day.

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ᝰ yes the trend is dead now but i don’t care, the people wanted a part two so they get part two (characters may be ooc as i only write for kuroo these days so i haven’t revised anyone else’s personality) | part one

ɞ feat: suna, osamu, iwaizumi + akaashi

ღ suna rintarō

ღ miya osamu

ღ iwaizumi hajime

ღ akaashi keiji

✿ CONTENT BELONGS TO KUROOSKULT ON TUMBLR, DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, COPY OR CHANGE ON ANY PLATFORM

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[ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐘𝐀 (𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈).

“i’m cold,” you murmur, and dabi grunts quietly from his side of the bed. 

and really, it’s technically not even his bed, let alone his side—he’s not exactly the “share a bed” kind of guy—but you’ve convinced him to stay the night as it pours outside mercilessly (which is a miracle in itself that he agreed.) you’ve also argued that nobody sleeps in separate beds when their boyfriend is staying over, and now you’ve landed him here. 

he doesn’t turn, doesn’t even move a muscle as he speaks. “so what am i s’posed to do about it?” he mutters, making a pout paint across your face. he knows it’s there without actually looking, and he knows what you want, but he’s not going to indulge you in it. 

there are miles upon miles in the few inches that separate your bodies—and there are always miles that separate you and dabi, even in the short distance on the couch where he sits beside you and the small gap in the kitchen as he hovers from behind. but you suppose distance is an ache easier to stomach than rejection, and maybe deep down, he falls on the same side of the coin as you when it comes to longing. 

“you’re the one who made it so cold,” you huff, shivering slightly under the covers. dabi is clad in his usual white t-shirt, not even halfway under the covers, and you think he might as well use his body heat for good if he’s stuck with it. but he only grumbles under his breath as he glances at you over his shoulder. 

“fine, then. make it warmer,” he waves off. 

“no, you’ll overheat in your sleep,” you say stubbornly, lips still curled into a pout that he can hear through your words. 

“i’ll be fine—”

“just come here,” you say, tugging him by the arm and slotting your body perfectly against his side.

 it shuts him up, makes his figure go rigid as he feels your skin press against his, and it’s warm—but it’s not the warmth that makes his body protest. it’s the kind that makes old wounds close and new aches numb, and for a moment, it’s enough. he’s enough when his arm hesitantly wraps around your waist, when your lips plant a tiny kiss to the decimated skin that you should find horrifying, when your ice cold fingertips smooth over the expanse of his overheated flesh—and he faintly registers that those are hearts you’re tracing, and it’s enough. 

for now, it’s enough to let himself feel this, feel you. 

“how’s this any better than turning the heat up?” he scowls, but the way his cheek lays against the crown of your head answers his own question. 

“because now i get cuddles,” you murmur happily. 

“and i get a dead arm when i wake up,” he grunts. 

you huff, and you’re just a tad bit spoiled, he thinks. a little too well versed in getting him to tell you more than he initially plans, or staying a few moments longer than he initially says, or getting a few extra smiles than he initially gives. and he lets you get away with it, lets your honeyed words and the cool breeze of your breath against his skin pick away at his resolve. 

“it’s fair compensation for my grocery bill,” you shoot back, and there’s nothing but achingly sweet fondness in your voice, “who knew you’d have so many demands for the shopping list?”

“your wallet won’t suffer if you just steal shit like i do. i don’t even have a wallet,” he grins, and there’s something about the way you giggle that makes him wonder if the birds ever stop singing their songs when they hear you. 

“that’s the difference between you and me. the great divide, if you will,” you poke his ribs teasingly, and he feels laughter knit into each bone, tucking itself seamlessly like it’s belonged there in the first place. it rumbles through his chest in a low chuckle, under your cheek and into your smile. 

“not everyone can be as cunning as me, doll.”

and then you do that thing that you always insist on doing—the one where you cup his face and turn his head and look into his eyes, every shade of your affection meeting the cerulean of his orbs. he should look away, but he can’t. doesn’t think he ever will. 

and maybe, he doesn’t want to. 

“cunning enough to make it cold so i’ll cuddle you? yeah, i’d say you’re real good.”

“don’t flatter yourself,” he rolls his eyes. and with a fleeting glance to your eyes again, he feels the fire that crackles painfully over his skin flicker out as you lean to press a kiss to his mouth. it’s short—too short, but relief spreads over every inch of him. 

“if you cuddle me tomorrow too, i’ll let you empty my wallet all you want,” you whisper—almost like it’s a secret.

“lame offer. i already empty it all i want anyway,” he says instantly, but if the way his arm tightens around you is any indication of his answer (and it is), you think for once, you have dabi right where you want him. 

you pout, making his smile reach his eyes as he smirks. “i’ll stop letting you then.”

“you won’t,” he murmurs, “yer too weak.” and for once, he leans in for the kiss first, thumb circling over your cheek and arm pulling you into his chest.

idk this is pretty cheesy but he makes me happy in a rly sad way