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I just know that chuuya was getting street cred with the sheep when he was younger by somehow miraculously landing water bottle flips all the time (he was totally using his ability and they didn't know it). like he was doing trickshots and everything.

you cannot convince me otherwise.

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your x reader writing is so good!!

u r my world 💘💘💘💘💘💘

currently i am trying to find inspiration and time to keep working on here

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10:54 PM - akutagawa ryūnosuke x reader

akutagawa hadn't come home late, as per usual, but especially today he was feeling tired. he didn't show it. but you could tell that over the past few days he was wearing himself out: the tired bags under his eyes slightly more prominent than usual, his crisp white ruffled shirt had creases running horizontally across it, and the most concerning, his coughing fits.

when he came home around eleven you greeted him at the door with your cheery attitude, albeit, with you desperately trying to cover up the sleep rasp in your voice. he responded coldly, and before you could offer to prepare some of his favorite tea, he had already turned you down- insisting he could do it himself. dejectedly, you sauntered behind him in the kitchen. 

you leaned back against the counter, crossing your arms and letting your eyes fall shut. it was silent besides the slight simmering of the water in the kettle. he liked this best, the sound of nothing. he didn't mind when you ranted to him about your day, or flashed your phone in his face with some funny video, but he enjoyed the quiet after coming home from a busy day. you knew his thoughts were heavy, you never expected him to tell him what wars he was raging in his brain. 

he spent most the afternoon observing plans and meetings among the mafia executives. he didn't particularly know why- but chuuya's harsh and rolling voice always riled him up. and on this particular occasion, he didn't find much comfort in kouyou's or mori's voice either. every annunciated tone sent a shock up his spine and racked his brain.

your eyes were still closed, but you felt his presence turning to look at you.

"you should go to bed. I have somethings to do tonight still."

you slowly brought yourself to open your eyes, but they bore themselves into the tile on the floor.

the tiny voice in your through started to crawl out your lungs to voice your response, but akutagawa already knew what you wanted to say.

you wanted to stay up with him, sit across from him at his study and quietly observe. you wanted to sit on the edge of the chair across from him and place your feet between his, and if you were lucky, play with his abandoned hand while he read, tracing incoherent patterns on his dry palms.

you snapped out of your daydream when his cold hand rested itself on your cheek. lightly, he dragged his thumb along your jaw and you leaned into the touch. you didn't even mind the chill he gave off.

your clouded eyes met his steeling sliver.

"you're tired. don't worry about me so much."

your breath hitched a little as you took a deep inhale as he spoke. you brought yourself closer until your forehead met his shoulder. his hand automatically intertwined itself into strands of hair on the crown of your head- cradling you into himself with soft coaxing scratch on your scalp.

you couldn’t see his face, but with a large rise and fall of his chest, you hoped all the weight on his shoulders melted off and his brain found some sort of solemn retreat with you in his arms.

for the eternity of a single moment, you both swayed lightly back and forth- shifting your weight between the heel and ball of your foot. your hands found purchase against the rough texture of his raven coat, gripping it loosely.

and in the same moment, his cold hands ripped away from your head. instead, they braced your shoulders pushing you away from his form.

you sorrowfully met his eyes, the need for sleep drying them out. you nodded reluctantly, answering his long forgotten request. your eyes darted away from his as you turned to leave.

before you got far, he leaned over and gripped your chin with his calloused hands and left a kiss on your frowning lips.

you let out a small huff when his chapped lips met yours and finally you turned away, knowing that if you stayed with him much longer you might go back on your word and sling yourself along the extra chair at his study. but somehow you mustered up the strength to leave.

“goodnight, love.”

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7:53 AM - kano shuuya x reader

slight rays of the rising sun cut through the woven blinds, illuminating the blankets and sheets interwoven between your legs and bodies. the warm sensation crawling up your skin finally met your eyelids, causing them to slowly pry themselves open.

taking just the smallest peek, you saw your boyfriend facing away. his dusty blonde hair rustled against the smooth pillowcase and the duvet falling down his waist. your eyes trailed down is lethe frame to the black shirt slowly beginning to climb up his waist. taking a deep breath in, you subconsciously matched his sleeping breath to yours.

your body slowly began to wake up, becoming restless every second. quietly, you jostled beneath the blankets turning to your other side- stretching your legs and pointing your toes. next you pulled your shoulders down and away from your neck, turning your head side to side.

your arms finally settled themselves on the alarm clock on the nightstand next to your shared bed. the time matched the sun's pace, soon the light would break through to every corner of the room, despite the fabric seperating the window and the room.

suddenly, an arm snaked under your body and around to your side- pulling you back down onto the bed and against your boyfriend's body.

you felt his head rest into the crown of your scalp and other arm trace itself up your arm- drawing patterns and leaving light scratches with his brittle nails. his ankle intertwined with yours farther down the bed. and naturally, all of the reactions in your body keeping you awake died down in an instant. your body curled into his touch and let out a silent whine for him to continue.

"where are you going, (y/n)?"

his voice was sleepy and jagged, but quiet and soothing against your ear.

you let a soft chuckle leave with your reply. "nowhere, shuuya."

satisfied with your response, he repositioned his heavy head back to your neck. bringing his slender fingers down along your side, tracing similar mismatched patterns.

"i love you."

you let escape from your mouth.

it was his turn to let out a sleepy chuckle.

"i love you too."

his hands stilled and held onto you tighter as he spoke against your messy hair.

you were lulled back to sleep before the sun even had a chance to fill the entire room with it's glow.

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1:03 AM - atsushi nakajima x reader

you rustled awake when you heard the key turn the lock; the room promptly flooded with warm light from the apartment hallway and in response, your cold form braced itself deeper into the pale throw blanket covering your torso on the sofa.

it was always like this. late nights waiting for him to come home often turned into early mornings but you wouldn’t have it any other way. whatever you made for dinner would be long forgotten in the refrigerator. and more or less, you’d find a way to stop racking your brain and calm yourself to sleep. you tried your best not to panic when the stroke of midnight brought you into the morning without hearing from him for hours. the mafia was dangerous work, but each time your high-strung heart would loosen when he silently walked through the front door. each early morning he would silently approach your sleeping form on the sofa and softly rock you awake. his return always prompted a sleepy smile and lazy kiss from you as he would take your hand and lead you to the bedroom to sleep- you clutching your blanket in haste. and that was how it always happened. and how you thought it should always happen.

but atlas you laid on the sofa blankly staring at the fabric waiting for him to take your hand once again and embrace as you float back to sleep. the room went cold as the door shut and the locked itself again. unconsciously, your body anticipated his warmth, building up your blood pressure and nerves each second… building and building.

but the nerves never settled. moments seemed like eternities, passing centuries, as you waited his touch, but it never came.

you went stiff, your mind a million miles an hour. was that not him? who else would have a key? did something happen? was it someone else from the ADA? did someone discover that you and him lived here? were they hear to take you somewhere? your heart strings were beginning to fray.

“(y/n)…”

and in an instant your shattered heart mended itself together and sliced itself to pieces. relief flushed over your body at the mid-tone voice you loved so much, but your skin felt like pins and needles hearing the pain in his voice.

“atsushi?”

finally, you gathered the strength to roll over to your other side just to be met with the worst feeling in your life.

he was cowering along the side of the sofa on his knees with fingers gripping the cushion, the golden glow of his eyes distraughtly looking down. his ash hair was tiredly stuck to the side of his head. a deep purple bruise covered the right side of his cheek and neck, partially covered by a large brown shawl lain over his hunched shoulders. underneath, you could see his usually crisp white dress shirt torn at the sleeves and collar. large burgundy stains precariously placed on it too. your pained eyes trailed themselves down to his arms, scratched and torn, to his knuckles, bandaged.

your body was numb as you sat yourself up, the discarded blanket falling onto your lap. automatically, your hand reached under his eye and wiped away the tears beginning to form. you didn’t know what to do; you didn’t know what to say.

suddenly, his head fell into your knees and his injured hands gripping either side of the blanket. he didn’t restrain himself anymore, the tears and sobs unleashing themselves on your lap. your shaking hands brought themselves to the back of his head, slightly messaging his head in hopes of calming him, and more so, calming yourself too.

for a moment the tears stopped. he gently lifted and turned his head to side, your hands returning back to his eyelids and cheeks, wiping away the teary stains. 

“i’m sorry.”

you weren’t really sure why he was apologizing but it was painfully obvious that his whisper was filled with ache.

you pulled your hands back onto your lap and stared at his wilting form. you weren’t sure if your brain had actually processed any of the scene in front of you. all of your senses shut off, you couldn’t describe the tension and emotion overflowing out of your body.

eventually atsushi grabbed your hand and turned to face you- his gold and fuchsia eyes meeting yours for the first time that night.

“i’m so sorry.”

you choked a little at his words.

and suddenly the dam holding the floodwaters in your eyes broke. all the suppressed pain finally surfacing in your brain. the temperature of your skin tripled, you thought you were beginning to shrivel and burn. 

you softly wrapped your arms around his pained shoulders and wrapped yourself into his neck, atsushi taking a deep breath and leaning into your touch. tears began to collect on the collar of the shawl as you tried to steady your breathing, his hand absently rubbing itself over your hand and arm. you found your voice somewhere in your stomach and choked out a response to his apologies.

“it’s okay. i promise it’s okay.”

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the original

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asexuals after finding out everything is cake:

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today is shiro's birthday and if any of you bring your ship baggage or your s8 complaints.... i will personally see to your demise.

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sorry if this is nsfw...

but I just wanna hug bede and tell him everything will be alright.

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Thinking bout him…

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did i lie? DID I LIE?

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joshua hong

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Seventeen Stan Stereotypes

-Seungcheol stans-

they take it upon themselves to be the "mini-leaders" of the carats. will not hesitate to tell someone to shut up online and will never ever hesitate to give seventeens leader the entire universe. never tolerate drama and remind the fandom not to get caught up on rumors. ily guys sm not gonna lie. also waiting for seungcheols proposal.

-Jeonghan stans-

funny stan #1 always making jokes and posting memes. perhaps some of the more wholesome stans but aren't afraid to bring out the ;") side of them. best friends w/ shua stans in real life. also you had a hardcore anime phase probably o.o

-Shua stans-

okay some of y'all got some deep pockets... i see you guys on instagram and y'all got all the albums and photocards. stopped thinking jokes about his religion and dancing were funny in 2015. when people first get into svt, these guys guide you along the beginner path and launch you into the hard stan life with no hesitation. bff's w/ han stans.

-Jun stans-

let's get funky™ all over the place on any given occasion. either posting high class seventeen memes of recovering from the recent visual attack. deep down mellow and can be a rational point in the fandom and prefer to avoid conflict when worst comes to worst. they really admire jun's image change over the years and how he's come out of his shell. friends w/ hao stans irl.

-Soon stans-

on the verge of mental breakdown every single day. some days they watch soonie doing his crab dance and feel so wholesome and then somedays they watch hoshi's touch (please drop it pledis) for 3 hours on repeat and feel their braincells breakdown. have practiced a seventeen choreography at 3am before. definitely feel like there bias picked them, not the other way around.

-Wonu stans-

sometimes you'll think they don't exist because they're so quiet until they file out of the depths of the internet in a single file line when he wears a sleeveless shirt. strong defenders of seventeen online and don't really like when people say bad things about svt of try to bring them down. also nerds.

-Jihoon stans-

proud and humble of their genius producer. reasonably active in the fandom but aren't afraid to strike when someone talks bad about stage name, height, or his producing ability. pro-streamers of the fandom - would feel terrible if they thought they were supporting a certain comeback enough. hearts of gold and nerves of steel though.

-Minghao stans-

minghao stans believe that xu minghao (who's myungho or the8?) is the ultimate legend. mullet? legend. bilingual? legend. chinese? legend. thug? legend. bboy? legend. skinny? legend. keep the jun stan in check on any given basis. also the unexpected funny stan #2 also upset that they can't marry him.

-Mingyu stans-

are they dating someone? yeah, kim mingyu, the ultimate boyfriend. constantly going back and forth between being proud of mingyus visual title but not wanting him to be burdened by it. their brain repressed his orange hair to the deepest darkest corner of their mind.

-Seokmin stans-

have you ever met a quiet seokmin stan... yeah because they don't exist. maybe they're quiet in school and at home but the second you get them started on vocal legend of the millennium. they pop off. soft stan on social media, hard stan in the tiny reserve of their home.

-Seungkwan stans-

funny stan #3 perhaps they believe they're the comedians the world has been waiting for. active on every social media site to ever exist. talk in real life like a korean variety show (but in a non koreaboo way. you know what I mean if you know). confident people with the ultimate soft spot for lord boo. so much affection for one man.

-Vernon stans-

perhaps the greatest gift to earth. the most considerate and open-minded - they're like the wise aunts and uncles of the fandom. just think that vernons mind is beautiful and they really respect that. always hyped for vernons english and side projects with Tobi Lou these days. eternally waiting for the studio version of rocket eng to drop.

-Chan stans-

few but loyal. guns blazing type of people. more excited for the new danceology video than christmas or their birthday. love to bathe in the beauty of zero, the real thing, and those heavenly lines in shhh. wish he was on more variety though :/ also love the maknae line picking on each other.

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Kagepro fandom every 8/15, without fail:

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the suppressed feral anime dweeb inside me waits every year for August 15th to unleash itself.

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jihoon: throws glitter in the hit mv

jihoon stans:

The pure aggression that Jihoon is radiating this comeback is enough to put me out of commission for days, I’m not going to lie. This new song is not safe for us soft Woozi fans.