sunflw3rbouquet

[sunflw3rbouquet]

happy late birthday to my bf saiki🥰 i was gonna work on finishing my oneshot today but i woke up at NOON and i had a lot of hw to do🫩 so i will be posting it as soon as i can!

[sunflw3rbouquet]

BABE WAKE UP SUN JUST POSTED

AHHH TYSM ily im giggling

[sunflw3rbouquet]

just 5 more minutes... (nagi texts)

nagi x male reader

note: sleepy x sleepy, texts made using postfully !(i rlly recommend), petnames (nagi: baby, r: sei, hon) tw: none!

…sun✰ first smau! i love smaus sm and i hope i did them justice

extra!

when seishiro returned after his game, the lights in the downstairs were all turned on. he looked around the living room of their apartment, eyes catching on his boyfriend who was passed out on the couch. the tv was still on the sports channel, the broadcasters discussing seishiro’s goal in the last five minutes with a fervor that made him more tired than actually playing soccer.

he dropped his bag lazily and kicked off his shoes, walking to y/n. a soft smile graced his lips as he rubbed the man’s hair, his eyes crunched in his slumber. “i’m home.” seishiro whispered, kissing y/n’s forehead gently. lifting the man, blankets and all, off the couch, seishiro brought him to their shared room, placing y/n onto the bed. he could barely wait to close his eyes and sleep after his shower. his day was so long, and he deserved the rest.

especially when he got to rest next to his lover. that made it all the better.

431 words my first smau! i want to do these more def :p

[sunflw3rbouquet]

can’t close my eyes

jiji x male reader

note: reader is momo's twin brother!, reader has psychic powers, spoilers for jiji's pre-season two story arc, complicated relationship (are they dating or are they not vibes) tw: anxiety, nightmares

…sun✰ i have such a soft spot for this silly guy and i love him sm i want him to sleep well

counting sheep was extremely boring.

jiji’s eyes had envisioned those stupid balls of fluff roaming across the ceiling every night for the last quarter of the year. and frankly, they did nothing. they could barely jump over their hurdles at this point, and as the days passed with no end, they became more and more demented. lambs turned purple, then grew new eyes, and some even had hideous bowl cuts that he wish he could unsee.

a lack of sleep was slowly driving him crazy. there were only so many nights he could stay awake, rubbing his eyes until they were red and begging him for relief, until he started to fall off his rocker. seconds ticked by, morphing into minutes, the hands of the clock spinning around in dizzying circles as they turned to hours. jiji’s chest rose and fell with each breath, his pace quickening. his lungs twisted, exhales turning to wheezes as his hands went up to his face.

did passing out from a lack of oxygen constitute sleeping?

his awakeness was haunted by a fear of going to sleep, and as that time ticked closer, his heart began constricting like there was a python wrapped around the muscle. would it pop like a firecracker this time? his dreams would etch into the curves of his brain, an ice pick used to make sure he would never forget. it wasn’t like he could forget that face, anyways.

he wasn’t exactly sure why this figure scared him so badly. the sideways eyes were terrifying, but when they were close it wasn’t nearly as bad. sometimes jiji would wonder if his eyelids closed horizontally or vertically, and that occasionally brought a small smile to his lips as he fought away his fear. the bowl cut the… thing has wasn’t even scary, it was just a terrible fashion choice. he hadn’t had a bowl cut since he was 5 years old, and he was never planning on going back. 

the thing always just watched him. it stared at him without ceasing, eyes almost trained to make sure jiji quivered under his gaze. it wasn’t like he minded being watched, but he would prefer this gaze to be from someone else. that someone else who was currently sleeping in the room across from his.

he hoped coming back to the seiko’s wasn’t going to be a terrible mistake. he trusted them entirely on the psychic stuff, knowing they could drive away whatever was making his parents sick at their home. who he didn’t trust was himself. specifically, himself around momo’s twin brother. he had always had control of his heart.

when they were kids, he was always a few inches taller than him, teasing him back in the same way jiji teased momo, resting his elbow on jiji’s head, pinching the fat of his cheeks. the gold hoop earrings he used to wear would swing back and forth as he held his chin high, smiling as he talked. now jiji was the taller one, hopelessly craving the simple affection the boy used to give him so easily.

why y/n began to fill his thoughts at this moment, jiji wasn’t entirely sure. he was not excited to be around this monster (he was scared, but he wouldn’t admit that), and suddenly he began to think of his childhood crush. how embarrassing. if y/n saw him in that moment, he was sure he would be made fun of for the rest of eternity.

there was moment on the left side of his room. was he that distracted? looking up, he swore he could make out a flash of purple trailing around the walls, coming closer to him. he could almost taste the fear that swelled in the room, the air smelling like lightning was imminent and he was already singed. soft gasps of fear escaped his lips, eyes wide open as he tried to hold back louder whimpers of terror.

and then the noise ensued. 

it was loud and crackled like static, controlling jiji’s ears like they were radios tuned into the channel. his breaths became shallow as he envisioned the thing coming closer, the bumps of his heartbeat mixing with the creaking of floorboards.

a soft slam broke jiji out of his trance, his eyes following the noises he heard until he saw y/n’s face poke out of the door. he almost let out a shriek at the sudden movement, and then felt disappointed he thought his crush was a monster trying to kill him.

“jiji, you okay?” y/n asked, his voice gentle. his eyes were barely open, eyelids flickering with a drowsy look. he held a glass of water in his right hand, droplets trickling down the side as the liquid sloshed. jiji wished he didn’t look at the man’s body, his eyes drinking in the skin of his collarbone that peeked out from his sleep shirt. after a few seconds, they lowered to see his pajama pants hanging at the lowest part of his hips, the band of his boxers peaking out to say hello.

his eyes locked on y/n’s face, remembering he had to respond to his question. “oh, i’m okay.” jiji weakly responded, his fingers gripping his blanket just the slightest bit tighter. with a sigh, y/n opened the door more and walked in to sit by jiji. his glass of water was placed by the head of the bed, hand firmly pressed into the wood of the floor as y/n lowered himself onto jiji’s bed. he rested on top of the covers, free arm naturally wrapping itself over jiji’s waist. a soft sigh escaped his lips as he settled into the bed, eyes gazing into jiji’s.

“you don’t seem okay. is it the nightmares?” y/n asked, jiji’s own hand escaping from the covers to wrap around y/n. his breath was slowly returning to normal as y/n began to pet his hair. it was like he was a kid again, letting y/n play with his hair whenever he scraped his knee on the playground or lost a stuffed animal he loved. 

jiji looked up at him, pupils dilating as he looked at y/n. “yeah, it’s bad again.” he replied quietly, y/n slightly tightening his grip on his friend. being next to y/n somehow made him feel more jittery than he did when he saw that… thing. his hands were so gentle, the palms of his hands soft against the skin resting against his waist. “it’s embarrassing but i’m scared to sleep now.” y/n looked straight at jiji with concern sewn through his gaze. looking into his eyes was painful, his stomach twisting as he saw how much the boy cared.

“i’ll protect you. you’ll be safe, okay?” his words escaped from his lips lazily, his head peaking up from jiji’s chest to get a more direct view into his eyes. “you worry a lot, jiji. it’s not good for you. your aura is always stretched so thin.” jiji could feel y/n’s breaths on his lips, the summer breeze hitting the outside windows, causing the shutters to clang. y/n joined jiji under the covers, their legs tangling together. neither of them moved, jiji’s thighs flexing nervously. 

“it’s been so long since we cuddled like this.” jiji whispered, his hand reaching up to pet y/n’s hair. a smile was returning to his lips as he continued to rake his fingers through the strands, the smell of y/n’s shampoo overtaking him. y/n nodded, pulling himself up in jiji’s arms.

“it still feels amazing.” y/n whispered, eyes locked on jiji’s lips due to his higher position in his arms. “you haven’t changed one bit.”

jiji noticed this subtle change in y/n’s gaze, his breaths getting stuck in his throat. his lips suddenly felt very dry, jiji’s tongue poking out to wet them. “i’ve changed a lot, but i’m still the same person you know in your heart.” 

“am i the same person in your heart?” y/n asked quietly, his eyes flickering between jiji’s plush lips and his catching eyes, heart bubbling in his chest. jiji took his left hand and wrapped it around y/n’s waist, his opposite hand holding y/n’s jaw in a gentle grip.

“you never changed.” jiji replied, the words escaping his mouth with a quick breath. “you never changed to me. you’re always in my heart.”

y/n let out a satisfied breath, a smile creeping onto his lips. “good.” he pressed his nose to jiji’s, their eyes lined up, pupils dilating as they took in each other’s beauty. as y/n turned onto his side, jiji felt nothing but relief.

relief was something he hadn’t felt in ages. when there was something always watching you, it was hard to feel relief. y/n was here now, the same as always, so he was going to be okay. 

a soft kiss was placed on jiji’s cheekbone, y/n slipping into slumber in jiji’s arms. as jiji joined him in dreamland, he felt a comforting warmth cover him like another blanket. all of his fear was gone, and the purple cluster of eyes didn’t stalk his slumber.

he loved the man in his arms. he loved the man so much. if only he could convey that to him.

1563 words i genuinely think jiji’s so cute

[sunflw3rbouquet]

national yaoi day post coming tmrw bc im at kcon! yipee

[sunflw3rbouquet]

ngl results of this shocked me sm TT

i was expecting either jinshi or one of the jjk oneshots to be first and jiji would be the last one but im so happy yall love that silly guy as much as i do!! i'll start working on this now🙏🙏

next post!

hi guys :p i have a few ideas i cant choose between so if u like a certain one pls vote !

[sunflw3rbouquet]

next post!

hi guys :p i have a few ideas i cant choose between so if u like a certain one pls vote !

[sunflw3rbouquet]

i just read ur iris post abt gojo and im SOBBING WHY ARE GAY PEOPLE SO EVIL LIKE YOU SHOULDNT BE MAKING ME CRY AT 1AM

im so sorry 😭😭😭

funny story! so when i started writing this i was extremely depressed (if i write angst im either currently depressed or im finishing a draft from when i was depressed) and i dont know why i was so cruel with this💔 i havent read this since ive published it and its safe to say i started tearing up💔 i also bawled when i started writing it so yeah!

im glad you liked it so much you cried (delusion)

[sunflw3rbouquet]

i'm gonna love you

toji x male reader

overview: husband headcanons!!, kissing, science teacher reader, toji's job isn't described (but he's not a hitman lol), petnames (baby), title from d.o! tw: toji being toji, mentions of suggestive activities

…sun✰ ending pride month with headcannons about the loml! i hope everyone had a great pride and i love y'all sm!

✰while toji is rough around the edges and has been through a lot, he’s definitely one to trust his partner, especially after they spend more time together

✰when they started dating, toji was not that relaxed. he was constantly on edge and never let himself relax around his boyfriend

✰but now that they’ve been together for almost a decade and they’re married, toji lets himself truly be comfortable 

✰whether it’s walking around in nothing but his boxers or allowing himself to rely on his husband doesn’t matter, he just becomes the most relaxed guy ever

✰he’s not changing himself for you, instead it’s allowing himself to bring down a wall he built to protect himself

“babe, can you get the mail? it got delivered a while ago- why are you naked?” y/n asked, his voice trailing off as he saw toji’s bare body walking through the living room. toji looked at y/n after the question, eyebrows raised.

“‘s my house, can i not dress how i wanna?” toji responded, turning towards his husband. y/n’s eyes flickered between the portions of toji’s bare torso, a soft smile creeping on his lips.

“well, you can, just it’s surprising to see.” y/n happily responded, going to stand up from the couch. “i’ll go get the mail myself.” he compromised, pressing a soft kiss to toji’s lips. the man smiled happily, his scar curving as his lips bent.

“d’ya not want the apartment complex to see me like this?” he asked, hands sneaking up y/n’s sides. his chest was pressed against y/n’s, which wasn’t an unpleasant sight.

“no- no you’re gonna stay in here, okay? and then i’m going to come back and spend some time with you.” y/n hurriedly started, his hands rubbing toji’s jaw with fervor. he slipped away, putting on his shoes and rushing out the door. 

toji smiled softly, going back to spread out across the couch. he waited for y/n to return, eyes closing until he heard the door swing open, the mail getting placed on the bench at their entryway. y/n’s shoes slammed against the floor, the door hitting the door frame as he shut it.

”welcome back, miss me?” toji asked, opening his arms for y/n who gladly jumped into them, a smile creeping onto toji’s lips. being himself had its perks.

✰toji is a very affectionate man

✰while hates pda, he loves to have his husband close at home

✰he hangs off of him like koala bear, constantly making sure he is as close as he can be to his husband

✰while he loves hugging you, kisses are his favorite things

✰he’ll kiss you anywhere

✰lips, cheeks, head, neck, shoulders, back, chest

✰the list goes on

✰if you have skin on your body, he’ll kiss it

✰it’s most of the time very sweet, but sometimes he gets a little lost in his thoughts and won’t stop

“toji, i’m ready to sleep.”

y/n’s request fell on deaf ears, toji’s lips still incessantly moving against y/n’s chest. his head moved up and down, his black hair poking up in every direction as y/n gently stroked his fingers through the strands.

”baby, please?” y/n asked again, toji’s eyes looking up to meet y/n’s. his lips were a bright pink, skin puffy due to the lengthy time spent admiring y/n’s warm skin.

”i love you so much. i can’t stop.” toji responded, his head resting on y/n’s chest, eyes twinkling. “you’re so amazing.” 

y/n let a soft smile creep on his lips to match toji’s, his hands trailing down to toji’s shoulder. “i’ll give you one more kiss, then let’s sleep, hm?” he prompted, toji reluctantly agreeing.

their lips pressed together, not moving. they felt their skin clash, warmth flooding through their bodies.

”good night, toji.” y/n spoke as he pulled away, turning off the lamp that rested on his nightstand.

”goodnight, y/n.” toji responded, putting his head in the crook of y/n’s neck and drifting off to sleep.

✰toji’s number one hobby is bragging, especially about your relationship

✰he brags about your wedding, whenever you get a new promotion

✰you love him, but sometimes it gets annoying

✰he can’t help but show off all the time, and of course he’s going to show off his greatest treasure!

toji’s grip around your waist was tight. his hand cupped around your waist hard, fingers rubbing against y/n’s suit jacket. the glass of wine y/n held sloshing as toji swayed, deep in conversation with his friends at his coworker’s party.

“y/n actually just got promoted! he’s the head of the science department at his school now.” toji exclaimed happily, his eyes shining brightly as he talked to nanami. 

y/n had already heard this same conversation 10-ish times, getting more disinterested each time toji brought the topic up. “baby,” y/n whispered, leaning into toji’s sighed. “you don’t need to brag anymore, hmm?” he finished. toji stopped mid sentence, looking into his husband’s eyes.

“i can’t. i’m so proud of you, if i don’t share it i might go crazy.” toji replied, a bright smile gracing his lips. this smile didn’t come out often, which made it even more special. over the years, he realized it only came out when toji began to talk about y/n. 

a soft smile began to grace y/n’s lips, mirroring the one that was on toji’s. “fine, my love. whatever makes you happiest.”

with his husband’s permission, toji began to talk again, his voice ringing through the house with pride.

✰toji is very adamant about “keeping the romance alive” as he puts it

✰whether that’s dates, random presents, or more suggestive activities, toji’s obsessed with it

✰you’ve seen him watching those aesthetic couple youtubers and looking at a pinterest board full of date ideas

✰he’s incredibly sweet about it, taking time out of his day to surprise you with presents and dinner when you get home from work without any reason except for the fact that he loves you

✰these acts move you so much that you start repaying him back as well, and it becomes a tradition between you two

the restaurant toji had chosen to have dinner at was dark, candles lighting each individual table. y/n flipped through the menu, deep in thought.

“would you like to share spaghetti bolognese?” he asked, looking at toji with a smile. toji sighed softly, leaning forward. 

“i’ll get whatever you want, hm? i want you to be happy.” y/n rolled his eyes at toji’s flirtatious statement.

“i think you just want to flirt with me.” he replied, toji reaching out for y/n’s hand. 

“well, two things can be true at once.” toji smiled, pressing a soft kiss to y/n’s knuckles. the waiter came to their table, toji giving her their order.

the time before their food arrived was full of toji’s relentless affection. the man complimented him and kissed his hands to no end, heat burning from y/n’s head to his toes.

”do you have no shame?” y/n asked, face leaning on his hand as he stared at toji across the table. his husband was staring straight at him with a bright smile, barely blinking with hearts in his eyes.

”you’re just really gorgeous.” toji responded, the waiter putting their dinner in between them. y/n just smiled, grabbing his fork and digging in. he ate the spaghetti quickly, one noodle hanging from his lips. “you’ve got something on your lips.” toji spoke, y/n looking up to meet his gaze.

he saw toji move closer, his lips connecting with the end of the noodle y/n was eating. was he doing the thing from the lady and the tramp?

y/n ate a little more, toji following him until they met in the center. their lips connected in a gentle kiss, y/n smiling happily before pulling away. “i love you, even if you’re cheesy.” y/n said, toji laughing.

”i love you too, always.”

✰as he gets older, he definitely sees his body and personality changing, and like all of us, gets insecure

✰and yet, he never gets to fully experience these thoughts 

✰his husband was always giving toji compliments, and reassuring him that he was beautiful

✰”i love your stomach, it’s such a good pillow” or “your arms are so strong and cozy” and even “you’re so handsome. my husband has the most beautiful face” bring him comfort and happiness whenever he hears them come out of your mouth

✰toji always says the same things in response, like complimenting the gray that pokes through your hair and the way your face scrunches when you smile

✰growing old is a privilege to him, and getting to grow old with you is one of the best things that has ever happened to him

toji stood in the mirror, his eyes trailing his figure as his hands moved across his body. he poked the skin on his stomach, watching as it moved back.

he had been going to the gym less, and he had found himself indulging in y/n’s cooking more frequently, but he didn’t expect to see physical results. maybe it was because he was getting older. toji didn’t enjoy change, especially when it was physical.

”baby! there you are!” y/n smiled, his eyes going to toji’s soft frown. “are you okay?” toji let out a sigh, his eyes dull. with this visual bad expression, y/n went to go hug the man tightly, his hands rubbing up and down his back. “what’s up with my handsome husband? why is he sad, hm?”

y/n felt toji sink into his arms, toji’s face nuzzling into y/n’s shoulders. “i’m just feeling down. i’ll be okay.” toji responded, his hand brushing through y/n’s hair listlessly.

there was an understanding between them, y/n already knowing what toji was upset about. “i think you’re handsome, and you’re body is gorgeous.” he whispered, kissing the top of toji’s hair with a smile. toji chuckled softly, his lips grazing y/n’s neck.

”thank ya, dear.” toji replied, allowing himself to sink into the warmth of the man he loved. “i really needed it.”

✰contradicting with his scary exterior, toji loves kids

✰it’s something you’ve noticed more over the years, now reaching it’s climax

✰whenever you hang around your friends with kids, toji always seems to disappear to play with the kids

✰he’s scarily good with them, too

✰babies stop crying when he holds them, he can quell a worrying toddler, and you’re not entirely sure how he does it

the new year’s party toji and y/n were at was settling down, parents wrangling teenagers while others soothed half awake toddlers. y/n had escaped from the kitchen full of people to find toji sitting on the couch, a baby in his arms. he had a bright smile on his lips, the baby fast asleep.

”hey handsome, is this your baby?” y/n playfully asked, sitting down next to his husband with a smile. toji rolled his eyes, allowing y/n to lean into him.

”yeah, does that turn you on?” he asked, y/n smacking his shoulder. “you’re going to wake the baby if you keep acting like a whiny toddler.” he replied, rocking the baby as they babbled quietly. y/n let out a puff of air, watching toji as he interacted with the baby.

”you’re having a good time, right?” y/n asked, toji turning his head to look at him.

”the best time. i’m with you, and i get to take care of your friend’s cute baby.” toji’s words were sincere, and y/n’s heart filled with a rush of domestic joy. his husband was somehow more gorgeous when he was taking care of children. it was the cutest sight, toji laughing happily when the baby cooed or smiled at him.

he knew that toji wanted a baby, and whenever he saw toji interact with kids he was more and more convinced it was a good idea. ”we should probably get going.” y/n whispered, pressing a kiss to toji’s cheek as y/n’s friend came to grab their baby. toji stood up with a frown, leaving the house hand in hand with y/n, small children waving at him as they exited.

”one day.” he muttered, y/n squeezing toji’s hand tightly. he nodded slowly, watching as toji began to smile again.

y/n always wanted to make toji happy, because he was happiest when the love of his life was happy.

✰toji doesn’t bring it up a lot, but you can tell he wants kids of his own

✰every happy smile is ended with a soft frown, and his voice trails off whenever people mention it

✰maybe he’ll be lucky someday soon, but that’s something they would have to discuss

i love my toji! 2161 words

[sunflw3rbouquet]

first post on ao3!! please support🙏🙏 it is a ship (midotaka from kurokos basketball) :p so you’ve been warned lmao!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66596659

y’all are up next dwdw!

[sunflw3rbouquet]

personal style

aomine x male reader

note: lwk trophy boyfriend!reader, reader dresses kind of fem, ooc daiki, reader has a skinnier body type tw: pervert aomine, suggestive implication, kissing, mild making out, shittalking, insults that come from a place of misogyny (trophy!bf), cursing, personal image issues!

…sun✰ first request!! ty anon! sorry it took so long :(

request:

it was a miracle that daiki even attended practice for once. 

to be fair, it took a lot of coercing from y/n (multiple minutes of kissing at his house, in the car, and right outside the gym) for him to even consider showing up. even after that, daiki still dragged his feet when he entered the gym, trying to make the time before he entered and left his boyfriend behind longer. eventually he showed up to practice, his teammates surprised, only until they saw y/n walking behind daiki. the two said their goodbyes, daiki taking his time peppering kisses over y/n’s face, only stopping when y/n pushed him away playfully to start practicing.

it had been a little over two hours since daiki had been dropped off, y/n returning to touou to pick his boyfriend up. he knocked on the door with a to be met with momoi, who was busy cleaning up around the gym before closing. 

“ah, l/n-kun! it’s nice to see you. are you here for dai-chan?” momoi asked with a smile. her hands were filled with a random assortment of objects, y/n making out a basketball and a pair of dumbbells in the chaos. 

“mhm, you know me so well.” y/n responded, momoi beckoning him inside with her one free hand. “it’s been so long since i’ve gotten to see you.” y/n exclaimed, momoi cheerfully agreeing. the two chatted as they entered the gym, their animated words bouncing off the walls as they entered the main court.

”i think dai-chan should be done by now.” momoi thought. y/n nodded to her words, adjusting his yellow sweater, the fabric clinging to his upper body. his jeans highlighted his waist, completing the outfit that he had picked out for himself. “oh, there he is.” momoi continued, eyes locked on daiki as he exited the locker room.

daiki was always radiant on the court. it was obvious, it’s why he fit so naturally there, walking around like he owned the place. “y/n.” he spoke loudly, his shoes treading ground as he met y/n by the water fountains, a smile on his lips as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

”hi, how was practice?” y/n asked, rubbing daiki’s hair with a bright smile. daiki’s hands rubbed y/n’s waist, his eyes glimmering, even though he was subjected to the torture of going to practice.

”it was fine.” daiki complained, his right thumb and index finger pinching together to feel the cotton of the sweater his boyfriend wore. “missed you and your pretty face.” y/n smiled softly, his eyes catching on daiki’s other teammates walking around. imayoshi made eye contact with the couple, wakamatsu talking animatedly. 

“i mean, look at him. he’s like- so gorgeous. i would date him too.” wakamatsu rapidly spoke, imayoshi nodding along to his statements.

”honestly, no wonder daiki is in love with him” imayoshi agreed, the two exiting the gym. y/n’s hands clenched around daiki’s shoulders, his eyes going back to daiki, who seemingly hadn’t heard a thing, too busy sticking his face into y/n’s neck.

”daiki, let’s go home.” y/n spoke, pressing a kiss to the side of daiki’s face. 

“your place?” daiki asked, his voice vibrating in the crook of his neck. y/n’s stomach turned, his face slowly heating up at daiki’s affection.

”yeah, of course.” y/n replied, daiki standing up from his place in y/n’s arms, removing y/n’s arms from his shoulders to connect their hands.

”let’s go then.” daiki responded. letting out a sigh, y/n let himself walk with him, quickly shaking the uncomfortable feeling as they walked out. y/n leaned into daiki’s touch, taking a deep breath in and letting it back out.

daiki made it all better. he fixed all of y/n’s fears. and it was obvious that daiki loved him for him. there was no reason he agreed with the stuff his teammates said. y/n was overreacting.

daiki didn’t understand why y/n still showed up for every game. it was obvious that daiki, and in turn touou, was going to win everytime. so why did y/n feel the need to show up and cheer for him?

“i know you’re going to win, baby.” y/n smiled, kissing daiki on the cheek. the two stood in an empty hallway of the arena’s locker room area, a smile gracing y/n’s lips as he looked at the man he loved. “doesn’t change the fact that i want to support you. i care so much about you and i want you to know that.” daiki rolled his eyes, his arms wrapped around y/n’s waist, jacket fitting snug on his body to keep him warm before his game started. 

“i know that’s what you want. you’re really pretty right now. is this my gift for winning this game?” the corners of daiki’s lips were turned into a smile, mouth pressed against y/n’s neck. he kissed the exposed skin of his boyfriend’s neck, the feeling warm and buzzing against his mouth. “mhm this is a pretty nice gift.” he replied to the affection, pulling away to look at y/n’s outfit once more. 

a pair of old jeans shorts were on the lower half of his body, hugging his thighs so gracefully it almost mirrored how daiki worshipped the same place. on top was a lakers shirt daiki had bought for y/n, y/n cropping the shirt and making it more taking in the sides. his necklace was one daiki had given him for their anniversary, resting against his collarbone. “daiki, you need to be patient. i promise, we can hang out after your game. it’s not like you’re going to struggle to beat them anyway.” y/n’s hands rubbed daiki’s shoulders, daiki’s eyes shaking and waking him up from his trance. 

daiki sighed loudly, letting himself lean into the touch. “whatever ya want.” the two stood next to each other for a moment, daiki admiring the man in front of him. right before he opened his mouth, the sound of someone running down the hallways distracted him, daiki turning his head to be met with satsuki’s face. “ah, satsuki.” he spoke, y/n stepping away from daiki with a soft smile.

“you need to go! your game is starting!” satsuki spoke loudly, daiki rolling his eyes.

“i’m coming, give me a second will ya?” daiki responded, turning away from his friend to kiss y/n. his arms wrapped tightly around his boyfriend, his tongue peeking out to lick y/n’s lips gently, tasting the strawberry chapstick the man had put on. y/n ran his hands through daiki’s short hair, pulling away when his breath began to fail him and his lungs. “alright, bye, i’ll see you later.” daiki spoke in a hurry, leaving with satsuki to the courts against his will. 

y/n made his way to his seats, settling into the front row of the stadium with a smile on his face. the game was already almost in it’s second quarter, touou leading against whatever school was unlucky enough to face them. scanning the court, y/n’s eyes instinctively locked onto daiki, his stomach turning. no matter how much he loved the man, he truly hated how he looked while playing basketball.

it was true that there was some point in time he enjoyed watching the man play in games, back when he carried a bright smile and ran around with joy. nowadays, daiki played with a frown, destroying his opponents without a second thought. daiki was also extremely uptight after games, his unsatisfied thoughts haunting him and requiring him to be held by his boyfriend for long hours into the night.

the game was definitely over by the third quarter, and y/n wasn’t entirely sure why the referees wouldn’t just call it. the team they were going against was almost 60 points behind them, and with a little over 15 minutes left, there wasn’t much hope for them. y/n let out a soft sigh, readjusting his shoulders to relieve some of the stiffness in the area. 

“hey, isn’t that the guy that touou’s ace always hangs around?” the voice in the crowd speaking about him reached y/n’s ear, a look of confusion on his face.

“yeah, i heard they’re dating. it’s sad, really. he doesn’t even look like he knows anything about basketball.” another voice responded, y/n’s eyes widening. he felt his chest clench at the words, his eyes blinking rapidly. did people really know him? did they actually see him as that? 

“typically trophy boyfriend. just sitting there to look pretty hanging off of aomine’s arm. he probably doesn’t even like him.” the first voice concluded, two sighs echoing through y/n’s ears as he sat shell-shocked. do people really think these things? and if they do, why the hell would they say stuff like that out loud? the conversation’s y/n had overhead at daiki’s practice rushed back to him and mixed with the current moment, bringing a wave of nausea over him. was this really all that he was seen as? some cute guy that daiki kept around to show off with no personal value? 

y/n swallowed, checking the clock with a frown. 4th quarter, 3 minutes remaining. any remaining will to watch the game left him as he saw the time, y/n grabbing his bag and standing up. adjusting his top, he looked towards where the voices were coming from, making eye contact with two college aged guys who shrinked when caught. y/n shook his head, disappointed. he slowly made his way down the stadium stairs, going back to where the players would meet.

outside of the locker rooms, he waited for daiki’s return. he continued to hold a soft frown, the outfit he was wearing that once brought him confidence now making him want to hide. he tugged his shirt down, looking up as he saw daiki’s aloof expression as he opened the door to the locker room. “oh, babe. you’re here already.” he spoke, y/n forcing a smile onto his lips.

“yeah, just wanted to get out of here so we could spend more time together at my place.” he spoke, the rest of his teammates entering in the locker room, giving spare looks towards y/n, their gazes going up and down. “come on, get your stuff.” daiki smiled softly, entering the locker room. y/n assumed he grabbed his stuff and left without listening to a single thing his coach said, due to the fact that he came out of the locker room within the next minute.

daiki extended his hand towards y/n with a smile. “let’s go. i want to spend more time with you.” y/n’s uneasiness washed away in daiki’s presence, a smile easing itself onto y/n’s lips to match daiki. they soon exited the stadium, hands swinging back and forth. “is your mom home? i’ve been craving her cooking.” laughter escaped y/n’s lips at the ask, the familiarity of the situation washing over him.

“of course, daiki.” daiki smiled happily, allowing y/n to rest his head on daiki’s shoulder. it was no shock daiki loved him. it was obvious. he shouldn’t let the things people say worry him.

right?

daiki was incredibly warm. it was like he was a heater with how he was constantly producing heat and warmth, no matter what. 

his short hair was soaked, y/n’s hands covered in a dew-like layer as he stroked daiki’s head gently. the couple was curled up in y/n’s bed, daiki’s head resting on y/n’s arm that laid on the pillow. daiki’s face nuzzled into the warm skin of y/n’s bicep, leaning into the touch like a purring tomcat. compliments bubbled at the front of y/n’s lips, but he kept them shut to not ruin the atmosphere. both of their stomachs were filled with delicious dinner that y/n’s mom had made, and daiki had taken a warm shower. daiki looked so comfortable, and it made him even more beautiful.

“so pretty.” y/n whispered, leaning closer to press a gentle kiss to daiki’s tan forehead. the boy’s eyes closed in content, opening a few seconds after y/n pulled away. 

“that’s all you, babe.” daiki responded, his hand sneaking under y/n’s hoodie and rubbing y/n’s waist. y/n chuckled softly, eyes closing in response to daiki’s touch. daiki’s fingers traced the skin on y/n’s stomach and chest, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling of y/n’s presence. “hey, can we talk about something?” even with daiki’s touch relaxing him, y/n’s eyes shot open. was daiki about to confirm his worst fears?

“sure, daiki.” y/n whispered, pupils shaking as he tried to quell his fear. daiki moved his arms, wrapping them both securely around y/n’s waist. 

“i’m not trying to worry you, but i noticed you were frowning after the game. are you okay?” daiki’s voice, screw daiki’s caring, comforting voice. screw how daiki peppered kisses along y/n’s shoulder, trying to coax the words out of him. it wasn’t fair how daiki loved him and cared for him so intensely.

“um.” y/n begins, taking a deep breath, no matter how much his lungs protested. “some guys were saying stuff during your game about me. they were calling me a trophy boyfriend, and kept saying how you only kept me around because i’m pretty.” daiki’s expression shifted, his jaw locking as y/n continued to talk. “and i know your team doesn’t mean any harm, but they always talk about how ‘pretty’ i am, and i always catch them looking at me. i mean, i know i’m pretty, but i’m a person too.” daiki’s fingers clenched for a moment, his short nails barely scratching at the skin of y/n’s back.

“y/n…” he started, y/n cutting him off unintentionally. 

“i know, you love me. i think it’s only because i dress like this. more feminine than masculine, sometimes painting my nails or doing light makeup. it’s that, isn’t it? but i don’t want to stop being me because of what they say to us.” y/n stopped speaking, exhaling the remaining breath he had. daiki looked at him, his frown still on his lips. 

“i don’t know why people would say that to you.” he spoke, voice quiet as he brought y/n to his chest. “you’re so much to me, you’ve never just been something to keep around because you’re pretty. you’re my boyfriend. i don’t want you to stop being you, the guy i fell in love with, because of someone else, ya know?” he smiled softly, rubbing y/n’s hair with a gentle touch. “plus, i’ll tell my teammates to fuck off. they need to treat you better. i need to treat you better.” 

laughter resonated through y/n’s room, y/n’s eyes lighting up. “thank you, daiki. i really needed that.” daiki smiled, joining y/n in his laughter. y/n had never really realized how accurate daiki was when he called himself a light. sure, he always knew it, but right now, with daiki’s bright smile that showed his teeth and his laughter ringing with y/n’s, y/n was sure of it. quelling his giggles, he kissed daiki’s jaw, allowing his skin to trail across the top of his neck, to his adams apple, then down to his collarbone. “i love you, daiki.”

daiki became quiet quickly, shifting their positions so he hovered over y/n. “i love you too, babe. always.” his words lowered as their lips approached one another, breaths intertwining in a familiar hug. daiki’s hands were now next to y/n’s head, holding himself up for a few moments. y/n sighed softly, hair splayed across his pillow as he waited for daiki to move. sensing his boyfriend’s impatience, daiki connected their lips, allowing himself to sink into the feeling.

this was where they both belonged, in each other’s arms with their lips tangled together.

the sun shined through y/n’s room, the sun warming up the bed that daiki laid on as y/n dug through his closet.

“i think i hate all my clothes. i can’t find anything good for our date.” y/n exclaimed, daiki lifting his head up from its spot on the bed. his eyes were barely open, trailing the figure of his boyfriend in his hoodie and boxers. he had fallen asleep after their lunch, y/n watching a show next to him before they decided to leave for their date.

“y’look fine as you are…” daiki sighed, his hand spreading out on the bed as he stretched like a cat, his eyes closing momentarily before shooting open once more. “are those my boxers?” he asked, his smile growing smug as y/n turned around with a deadpan expression.

“you’re a pervert. a pervert!” y/n said, throwing a jacket at the man to cover his eyes as he sighed loudly. instead of focusing on the blue haired man, y/n turned his attention to his overflowing closet, looking through baby blue sweaters and undershirts in a wide array of colors. “i seriously don’t have anything that i want to wear.” his voice was filled with annoyance, daiki sitting up.

“either pick something or wear nothing! i won’t be complaining either way.” he proclaimed, y/n’s eyebrow twitching ever so slightly. daiki lazily pulled himself up, slinging an arm around y/n’s shoulders as he sifted through the hangers, trying to assist his boyfriend. he squeezed the boy’s shoulder gently, his eyes trying to find pieces that either caught his eye or would make y/n even more beautiful (if that was even possible). “you’ll find something, gorgeous.” daiki’s words were gentle, his lips hastily pecking his cheek, with a speed so characteristically him. after the brief kiss, his gaze shifted towards a box that was tucked away on the closet floor. it resembled the other packages daiki had opened with y/n, filled to the brim with clothes or other items for either him or daiki. he stuck his hand out, pointing towards the box so y/n knew what he was silently reacting to.

“i’m not telling you.” y/n quickly responded, his face heating up in embarrassment. was it really that bad? daiki sat down, pulling the box out and tugging on y/n’s hoodie sleeve to get his attention. “huh- daiki! don’t open it!” of course he didn’t listen.

inside the box was a pair of skirts, one black and one white. daiki’s jaw hung slightly open, his shocked expression as reached his hand inside, y/n swatting it away. “when did you buy these? i thought you didn’t wear skirts?” daiki asked, his words almost judgemental, but his words gentle and kind.

y/n let out noises of confusion as he looked at daiki like a fish, his mouth gaped. “i-i thought i would try them. they looked cute. i just don’t really have the confidence to wear them.” daiki’s hand reached out to grab y/n’s as he heard the man stutter, his smile growing softly. 

“do you want to try them?” he wasn’t prying, or forcing. y/n’s nervous anxiety quelled at the almost gentle tone that hugged the words. his hands were laced together, fingers rubbing knuckles as he decided what to do. without speaking, he reached for the cardboard box and took it into his hands, y/n’s smile returning to his face.

“white skirt or black skirt?” y/n asked, his eyes locked on daiki’s. daiki hummed, eyes gravitating towards the black fabric. noticing the shift, y/n picked up the black skirt and sighed. “look away while i change, okay?” daiki nodded, y/n turning around so his back was facing his boyfriend. he only peeked once, well maybe twice. he actually had his eyes open behind his fingers the entire time, watching y/n change. nobody was perfect!

turning around, y/n sighed softly. “you ruined the surprise for yourself. take a look! do you like it?” daiki’s eyes lit up as he saw his boyfriend, a smile creeping onto his lips. the black skirt landed on the middle of y/n’s thighs, highlighting the skin that rested underneath. he wore a navy touou shirt, one that daiki had brought over with the excuse that “he needed extra clothes to sleep over” even though they both knew y/n would end up wearing it. how was he so lucky? how could he, of all people, get to date this beautiful man.

“you look amazing, darling. i think you made a good choice with this skirt. you’re just so… woah.” daiki’s hands opened and closed, wanting to reach out to hold him, just for a little while. y/n let out a sigh, fixing his bangs before going over to his mirror, a frown threading through his lips. he stared for a few moments longer, before turning around to face daiki.

“i- i don’t like it.” y/n spoke quickly, his eyes looking anywhere but into daiki’s. daiki tilted his head, confused, waiting for y/n to elaborate. “it’s cute, i think it’s cute. but it’s not me, and i feel really uncomfortable and i want to take it off.” y/n almost whispered, daiki standing up to envelop the boy in a tight hug.

“i understand. let’s go take this off, hm?” daiki said, the words slipping off his tongue providing comfort, hands gently rubbing y/n’s back. y/n nodded, already unzipping the side of the skirt before daiki could say anything. daiki helped y/n slip it down his legs, his touch lingering a second too long at his thighs. “i love you, you know that, right?” daiki asked, his tone absent of any standard toughness. 

“i know, daiki. i love you too.” y/n’s lips curved into a smile as he met daiki’s affectionate gaze, trying to unravel any emotions he could see breaking through his pupils. “i think i’m going to wear jeans and that sweater i got for my birthday.” he spoke, eyes widening as he felt daiki’s fingers move to caress y/n’s lips. daiki’s eyes were focused, the tip of his thumb cleaning the edge of his mouth. 

“you’ll look amazing, like always.” daiki smiled, kissing y/n’s nose with a smile. y/n closed his eyes for only a moment before pulling away and grabbing a pair of baggy blue jeans and a baby blue sweater, quickly sliding both pieces on his body. his stomach poked through the end of the sweater, his baggy jeans sliding down his hips. the waistband of daiki’s boxers contrasted with the denim fabric, somehow perfectly matching y/n’s sweater. daiki’s eyes trailed y/n’s figure, a smile growing on his lips. “damn… ya really do look nice in anything.” y/n gave his boyfriend a knowing look, daiki quickly shutting his mouth and readjusting his jaw. “right, let’s get going.” he finished, hand finding its place at y/n’s back as they walked towards the front door of their apartment.

their dates were never extravagant.

it made sense. the couple was two teenagers, so there wasn’t much they could do besides take advantage of the cheaper attractions tokyo had to offer. 

daiki and y/n sat side by side in the convenience store, daiki mixing y/n’s microwave jjajjangmyeon. a soft smile rested on his lips, y/n leaning into his side. y/n opened his container of chocolate milk, taking a sip as he watched daiki give him the mixed bowl. 

“thanks.” y/n spoke, his expression mirroring the one of the boy across from. daiki nodded, now mixing his own meal. “you’re really spoiling me with this dinner.”

putting his chopsticks down in his bowl, daiki turned his gaze to face y/n. his hand reached for y/n’s, taking it in his. daiki’s fingers traced the veins and outlines of y/n’s right hand. “only the best for my love.” daiki replied, his smile fading the tiniest bit. “i’m sorry i didn’t notice the things people said about you.”  his face was tinged in guilt, y/n’s heart clenching at the sight.

”you didn’t know, daiki. you’re dense, and it’s fine. i know you’ll stick up for me in the future.” y/n responded. at the words, daiki’s smile reappeared. he brought y/n’s hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. y/n felt his face heat up, his free hand rubbing daiki’s arm. “you’re pretty cute yourself.” daiki rolled his eyes at the comment, dropping y/n’s hands and digging in to his meal. turning away from his boyfriend, y/n began eating his own meal, the smile on his lips not dropping.

the two quickly finished their meals, daiki throwing away their trash while y/n looked around in the freezers for ice cream. he chose one popsicle for daiki (ramune flavored) and a chocolate ice cream bar for himself, taking them to the counter and paying for them. y/n met daiki outside, handing him the popsicle then locking their hands.

“where should we go?” daiki asked, the two already walking out from the convenience store to the busy street, full of couples and families going to their own places. y/n sighed for a moment, biting into his ice cream bar.

“the park. that’s where i really want to go.” y/n responded, pointing his ice cream bar forward. daiki nodded, pointing his own popsicle out with a smile.

“then that’s where we will go.” daiki confirmed, the two happily walking towards the nearby park. their hands swung back and forth, y/n walking with a pep in his step as they entered into the green, grassy park full of lights.

the two walked in silence, shoulders bumping as they walked down the cement path, other couples passing on both sides of them. daiki squeezed y/n’s hand gently, a smile on his lips as the path forked. he took them towards the darker side, the two entering a clearing with beds of flowers. 

“did you know this was here?” y/n asked, the two sitting down on the grass. daiki moved y/n so he was sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around y/n’s waist. 

“it was in the top 3 makeout spots in the list i made when i was what, 15?” daiki said, a yawn escaping his lips. y/n’s eyes widened, his hand unconsciously raising and slapping daiki’s bicep. 

“your horny ass was making a make out list then? didn’t we just get together?” y/n said, his voice holding mock offense as he looked into daiki’s eyes. daiki gasped, his hand covering his mouth with shock.

“well of course! i was enamored with you!” daiki exclaimed, his hands rubbing y/n’s waist. “ya know, you caught my eye because of your gorgeous self, your personality, and your clothes. i think you’re pretty great.” y/n smiled softly at the statement, pushing daiki over so he laid on the grass. 

“oh really? so aomine daiki is really just someone who loves his boyfriend entirely? y/n asked, daiki nodding with a smile. 

“i love him a lot. you should know that. anyways, are you going to kiss me yet?” daiki spoke, his hands trailing up y/n’s back with fervor. y/n responded with only a smile and a kiss pressed to daiki’s lips, allowing himself to melt into the feeling of the boy he loved in his arms. their lips intertwined, y/n’s hands sinking into daiki’s hair. a satisfied noise escaped his lips as he felt daiki melt further into the kiss, y/n’s heart fluttering.

daiki loved him, for him. for everything that made him, him. his style, his smile, and his shimmering personality.

maybe he should try that skirt on again, some day in the future.

4698 words im so excited to finally post this! my first request :p i love knb sm!! pls request more guys!

[sunflw3rbouquet]

100 days, time flies

lads love interests x male reader

note: each section around 200 words, kissing them, lwk platonic xavier?, sylus is taller than reader, caleb’s is kind of a flashback, ooc for everyone but zayne and possibly caleb i fear! tw: n/a!

…sun✰ hit 100 days today so i thought i would write smth for all the li’s

xavier shinunoga e-wa-fujii kaze

a card and a bouquet rested on y/n’s desk. he saw it the second he walked into the UNICORN’s headquarters, a smile gracing his lips. he looked around, trying to find his someone in the office, only to be met with nothing. sitting down at the desk, y/n smiled happily as he opened the envelope, being as careful as he could so the wax seal didn’t break.

dear y/n,

congrats on 100 days at the headquarters. you’re a very good partner, and you make my days much more interesting.

please stay safe. i don’t like it when you get hurt.

xavier.

the letter was a soft purple, the scent of lavender gracing his nose. did xavier put the paper by his lavender oil? his eyes switched over to the bouquet, white specks of light glimmering around the flowers. lily of the valley, the flower y/n always said looked like xavier.

”do you like it?” a voice asked, y/n turning around to meet xavier’s timid gaze. the smile on y/n’s lips grew brighter, stretching until his teeth were exposed.

”i love it, xavier. come here.” y/n spoke, xavier quickly walking forward to envelop the recently standing y/n in a tight hug. he pet y/n’s hair, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, a small grin greeting his face as he heard y/n’s soft giggles.

i love it. that was the same as an i love you, right?

zayne 感受她-kun

light peaked through the curtains, a cold, winter morning greeting the world with its calming presence. the scent of coffee filled the apartment as zayne shuffled in the kitchen, the sleep barely rubbed from his eyes before he left to go fill his cup with the drink. his feet slid against the hardwood floors, the feeling sending a cold rush up his spine. the clock on the wall read 5:37, the city still waking from its slumber.

as zayne returned to the bedroom, he saw y/n stirring in the bed, his eyes fluttering. zayne joined him at the side of the bed, his eyes glancing over his boyfriend’s form, the softest smile gracing his face.

“zayne?” y/n asked softly, eyes blinking awake as his drowsiness faded. instead of responding zayne moved closer, leaning over the man to put his coffee down on the side table. he reached to take y/n’s hand into his grasp, fingers rubbing the skin gently. y/n let out a soft sigh, smile gracing his lips as he relaxed into the touch.

the world seem to slow down as zayne sat with y/n, eventually joining the man again under the covers as he sipped his coffee, allowing the morning to come at him slowly.

“happy 100 days, dear.” he whispered, y/n lazily looking up to place a kiss to zayne’s lips, zayne happily accepting the affection with a smile.

rafayel still with you-jungkook

the waves crashed against the shore, the sun about to sink under and join the water. rafayel’s hand was clasped with y/n’s, swinging his arms back and forth. their feet touched the sand, water wading back up and down as it reached the shore and retreated back to its home.

”finally, we’re both free to go on a walk again.” rafayel spoke, a smile on his lips as he turned to y/n, face illuminated by the setting sun. y/n nodded, his head leaning to rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder, the cotton in his dress shirt smooth against his cheek. 

“i’ve missed you, fish.” y/n spoke, his hand squeezing rafayel’s tightly. the man responded with a loud giggle, his eyes glimmering as he stopped, free hand going to wrap around y/n’s waist.

”i’ve missed you too.” rafayel looked into y/n’s eyes, trying to understand every thought and emotion up in his mind. “you’re too busy, it’s not fair.” he stopped for a moment, taking in a deep breath. i’m happy we could spend these 100 days together.” he continued, allowing y/n to rub his hair like he was a cat. no words needed to be said as rafayel connected their lips, the setting sun warming their bodies as it set on their special day.

sylus the walls-chase atlantic

clinking glasses full of expensive wines and the loud chatter of party guests fill the event hall. sylus’s hand grazes y/n’s hip, a soft smile on his lips as he takes a sip from his own glass, listening to someone important talking about something irrelevant that y/n didn’t care about. sylus’ voice was calm and deep, his persona fitting perfectly with his black suit and burgundy tie.

”sylus, would you like to go outside?” y/n asked, his pleading gaze meeting sylus’. sylus sighed, excusing himself from the conversation with a smile. his hand shifted from y/n’s waist to hold his hand, their shoulders brushing against each other as they exited to the balcony.

y/n stared at sylus, the lights of faraway linkon city illuminating his side profile, highlighting his beauty. “i feel like i haven’t gotten to talk to you a lot today, even though it’s our special day.” y/n spoke, a pout beginning to form on his lips as sylus shifted his gaze to look at y/n.

”i’m sorry, sweetie. today was supposed to be about you and me, but i ended up having to work.” he sighed, squeezing y/n’s hand. “i love you. these last 100 days have been amazing.” sylus was a smooth talker, and y/n took this as an apology in a minute. he scooted himself closer to sylus, leaning into the man with a smile. 

“i guess i forgive you.” y/n said, sylus leaning down to press a kiss to y/n’s lips, sealing their love. and like always, y/n didn’t resist.

caleb apocalypse-cigarettes after sex

boxes filled up caleb’s new house. maybe a better word was apartment, as caleb’s recruit housing was extremely small. it was still home, however, and y/n was happy to be there with caleb.

”did you see the tv remote anywhere? the new episode of the show we’re watching is out!” y/n yelled, caleb exiting the bathroom with a towel covering his wet hair, sweatshirt and sweatpants clinging to his body. he stared at y/n displeased, a small frown on his lips.

“i thought you were here to help me unpack. you can’t just come here and steal my tv.” caleb sternly answered, y/n sighing, flopping against the couch.

”caleb- please!” y/n begged, caleb sighing as he joined him on the couch. his hand went to wrap around y/n’s shoulders, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

”i guess.” he started, pulling away. “i mean, you’ll have to dig through all the boxes. i don’t even know if i have a remote anymore.” y/n stared back at him, ignoring the heat starting to bloom on his cheeks as he tried to understand what was going on in caleb’s mind. caleb leaned forward, pressing a soft and quick kiss onto hi lips. y/n paused for a second in shock, his vision then getting cut off as the towel that was on caleb’s head now covering y/n’s face.

”caleb!” y/n yelled, standing up as he heard caleb run away. he pulled the towel off of his head, running into the hallway after caleb, a bright smile gracing his lips.

ty for being patient!! im back now yay 1257 words 100 days of you, and i couldn’t be happier!

[sunflw3rbouquet]

hi yallsies!!

it’s officially crunch time for me in school (ap testing last week and this week + finals in a abt 2-3 weeks), so this month will be pretty slow for me

i will be editing and maybe ill get a few oneshots out😖 thanks for supporting though!!

i want to open a taglist soon, so lmk if you want to be added🙏🙏

[sunflw3rbouquet]

ask me pleak

✯ 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

reblog and let your followers ask you about what kind of love and deepspace player you are!

under deepspace: what prompted you to start playing?

to begin: share your personal LI ranking.

the first mission: who caught your eye first? is he still your favorite?

talented hunter: what's your weapon of choice?

prefix: what is your mc's title?

suffix: what are their nicknames for you?

unicorns girls go go go!: who's your favorite side character?

tete-a-tete: which LI are you most similar to? which one are you most different from?

let him decide: what outfits do you like seeing him wear? do you style him or let him pick his outfits?

love timeline: what's your affinity level with him?

memoria: share your favorite 5 ☆ and 4 ☆ cards.

wishing well: are there any cards you wish you had?

falling for you: what's your favorite myth companion and story?

chocolate shop: is there a well loved memory you're not a huge fan of?

with him: what do your desks look like?

claw machine: share your most treasured plushies.

world underneath: do you read the anecdotes? what are the most intriguing ones in your opinion?

by your side: tender moments or secret times?

about him: share a personal headcannon you have of him.

quality time: plan a date for you and him.

photo studio: post a couple of photos you took with him.

collections: what are some of your favorite starred voicelines?

galaxy kid: share some things you associate with him. what's his "core"?

happy snowman: what concepts/banners would you like to see in the future?

artsy birb: share some of your favorite love and deepspace fan content.

grumpy crow: which tropes do you enjoy seeing him in the most? [e.g. enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, royalty au...]

sunny apple: what kind of LI would you be in an otome game? what would your tropes/themes be?

secret times: what's something about him you wish more players knew / talked about?

destiny cafe: do you ever wish the LIs interacted with each other in the game?

tender moments: what kind of LI would you like to see as the sixth one?

[sunflw3rbouquet]

the sweet kiss, the hazy dream, and the forgotten secret

caleb x male reader

note: you're mc, childhood friends, hs!au, caleb is older, vry rushed AND unedited im sorry guys..., no pipsqueak bc that's my least fav nickname in lads (! my b chat), taller caleb tw: kissing, very hazy (but they're not under the influence)

…sun✰ got inspired off of a reel abt the new years card 'intertwined gold', enjoy!

the rain trickled down the walls of their house, the streets pooling with water. shoes kicked the puddles as they passed down, caleb’s laughter filling the small courtyard of the house. y/n’s hand was laced with his, eyes locked straight on him as he watched caleb readjust the umbrella.

“seriously, you must have broken this thing. it’s holding more water than it’s repelling.” caleb complained, a section of the umbrella that was turned in spilling water out onto the ground, y/n almost in the splatter. he let out a soft scream, caleb’s eyes shut in a fit of laughter before y/n pushed him, the taller boy stumbling towards the covered porch and in return dragging y/n along with him. “i’m sorry! it wasn’t intentional, but that was amazing timing.”

y/n didn’t respond, a frown on his face as he adjusted the straps of his backpack after he pulled out his keys from the front pocket. he continued to leave caleb with no response, unlocking the door quickly and running inside. y/n’s hands reached out to the knob on the interior, trying to shut it closed before caleb could get inside. a sharp yelp left caleb’s mouth as he let the umbrella drop to the floor with a thud. 

“i’m sorry, y/n! please let me inside, the rain is getting stronger!” 

“you should’ve thought about that before getting water all over my pants!”

the two fought, both pushing up against the door on opposite sides to change the doors path. with one final step, caleb finally broke y/n’s hold on the door and pushed himself inside, his body collapsing onto the entryway of the house. y/n let out a laugh, pushing caleb’s long legs with his foot so he could close the door. caleb let out a groan, y/n squatting down to play with his hair. “sorry, that was a bit mean. you okay?” y/n asked, caleb nodding. 

“you should look at the umbrella.” he countered, the navy blue umbrella sitting in the corner of the room, metal spokes bent in different directions. y/n looked back at caleb, the two of them holding a serious expression on their faces, before they broke out into a loud laughter. y/n gracefully helped caleb stand up, giving him enough time to shake off his tennis shoes before dragging the both of them up to y/n’s room.

their backpacks joined each other on the floor beside the door of y/n’s room, mimicking the two friends as they sat right on top of each other. y/n’s upper body was spread on top of caleb’s legs, a bored gaze in his eyes as he readjusted himself to find a more comfortable spot on the muscle. caleb stared down at the boy, a soft, almost unnoticeable smile resting on his lips as he moved his hand to rest on his waist. his fingers curled gently, y/n not recognizing the sensation until caleb began restlessly moving his hand up and down. 

“caleb,” y/n began, his eyes closing at the gentle touch, bright smile resting on his lips. the words he wanted to say didn’t end up escaping his mouth, his body instead curling closer to caleb’s chest. the room turned quiet, the sound of the rain pelting on the windows acting as music serenading their afternoon. y/n’s breathing turned slow and uniform, his body curled into a ball around caleb’s. 

deciding to not waste time, caleb leaned over to his backpack to pull out his calculus homework, a neutral expression on his face as he adjusted y/n’s position, making it so he could put his workbook on the boy’s hips comfortably. he barely stirred, allowing caleb to work in silence.

the seconds turned to minutes, which turned to an hour passing as caleb worked, y/n’s eyes fluttered open, a soft groan escaping his lips. “what time is it?” he muttered, caleb’s free hand shifting to rub y/n’s hair gently as he woke up. 

“it’s 5:07.” caleb curtly replied, his pencil pressed against his chin as he thought about the problem on the page. y/n’s eyes shut for a moment before reopening, gaze fixed on caleb.

”are you doing your homework on me again?” he asked lazily, caleb nodding with a smile. y/n slowly sat up, attempting to grab the workbook from caleb’s grasp. caleb retaliated, taking the book in his hand and reaching up towards the ceiling, y/n only able to lazily grab for it. “bring it down! you’re not doing your homework!” y/n yelled, caleb taunting him by moving the book around.

”no, i think i want to keep working-“ he spoke, not expecting y/n to grasp his shirt to try and reach for it, caleb’s weight shifting enough that he was now hovering over y/n. “woah.” he whispered, y/n’s eyes still heavy with sleep, lashes covering a portion of his iris. caleb’s gaze was locked on the boy’s face, y/n’s lips parted to show his teeth.

the room turned quiet once again, except this time was filled with a tension that underlined the musical raindrops, something that heightened with each breath they both took. was it the humidity? or was it the bond between them, something that bordered platonic and romantic.

had y/n always been this pretty? had caleb always been this pretty?

their heads inched closer and closer together, the inch of space turning to a centimeter before turning into nothing as their lips connected. the connection was akin to a lightning strike, caleb’s lips containing a gravitational pull that almost burned with how strongly it tied them together.

caleb was careful, his hands planted on y/n’s waist with a surprising amount of delicacy, almost like he was afraid to harm y/n. y/n’s hands moved to hold their place in caleb’s hair, fingers already knowing all the spots to go to make him relax under his touch. for a first kiss, it was anything but brief, the feeling too good to let go.

even a supernova wouldn’t contain enough energy to explain the rush caleb gave y/n in this moment, his slow, consistently moving lips a constant source of caffeine breaking apart his veins. all that energy was fast moving but comfortable, like a soft flower enveloping them as their lips lazily moved back in forth in a coordinated dance. their moves could’ve been rehearsed before, with how perfectly they slotted together, but there couldn’t have been any practices.

the day continued as a blur after the kiss, the rain drowning y/n’s thoughts out like the puddles that grew larger outside of their home. did they even kiss? or was it a memory from his dream that he thought was reality as he woke from his daze? caleb never asked him about it, so he assumed it was a reality-like dreamland, and he had made a fool of himself once again. even if it wasn’t real, it was still their secret, kept under tight and locked lips if every reminded about it.

maybe it was real. or maybe it wasn’t. rain and flower petals made things misleading, and those two things could be from anything, not a kiss from his best friend.

caleb is growing on me icl 1223 words

[sunflw3rbouquet]

i don't show it

dan heng x male reader

note: ooc dan heng, grumpy x sunshine/golden retriever x black cat, you're not caelus, touches on dan heng lore but doesn't explain it, ooc astral express, very self indulgent, this is my second worse oneshot i hate it, unedited tw: playfighting, feeling bad about oneself, dan heng being aloof

…sun✰ my dear dan heng!

dan heng is a stoic man.

most would define him as aloof, or even nonchalant, and leave it at that. what traut wouldn’t come up, however, was kind-hearted. it was something he reserved for those close to him, only letting hints of it through, causing the common assumptions of his personality. for whatever reasons, dan heng camouflaged himself as a man that didn’t experience any positive emotions, even though he was a happy person in private.

y/n didn’t understand why.

”can i please sleep in your room tonight?” y/n excitedly asked, his arms happily wrapping around dan heng’s shoulders. his voice was powerful in the silent archives. dan heng was startled due to the sudden environment change, his muscles tensed for a moment, stopping in time like a dear caught unprepared in the headlights of a car. his arm was outreached towards the shelves upon shelves of books, right hand clenched into a fist, barely noticeable before he relaxed it. 

“i thought we agreed on not showing our relationship in public, the original agreement including the express.” he calmly replied, not turning around to look at the known intruder. dan heng’s expression remained the same, even as y/n began to tug on the collar of his shirt. “what will i ever do with you.” a soft sigh escaped his lips as y/n began to huff loudly like a dog.

”my room’s freezing! besides, one night won’t hurt.” y/n quickly countered, his hand now moving to rake through dan heng’s short, black hair. “i’ve missed you so much recently.” his demeanor changed from the loud and bubbly persona, quickly becoming quieter as he admitted the fact to dan heng, his face pressed into the nook between the man’s neck and shoulder. y/n inhaled in, the scent of dan heng’s mapley sweet and woody cologne flowing into his nose. the smell was familiar, something that reminded him of the man he loved so much. 

dan heng’s breath came out in a soft puff, clearly deciding he was fighting a losing battle. “just this once, because i miss you too.” he replied, moving his arms so y/n could latch himself onto dan heng’s body after accepting his proposal. dan heng’s hand twitched slightly, his fingers slowly stroking y/n’s hair tightly. his arm was wrapped around y/n’s neck, his boyfriend’s head resting on his chest. “why are you here? it’s still time for you to be working. last time i checked, you haven’t finished all of your reports from your last trailblazing mission.” he rubbed the skin of y/n’s hand gently, almost like he was coaxing a response out of him.

“...himeko left my desk for a moment, so i decided to run away.” y/n whispered, his lips pressing against dan heng’s jaw as an almost chaser apology. dan heng sighs, allowing himself to sink into the feeling of his boyfriend’s touch, chin bumping against y/n’s nose.

“seriously, love?” he asked, his tone almost laced with a judging attitude as he stopped his hand, y/n whining loudly. dan heng rolled his eyes for a moment before patting his boyfriend’s head, stepping away from him to turn his attention back to his bookshelf. his eyes raked over the countless books on the shelves, ignoring y/n’s pleas and the countless pulls on his shirt. “i truly am enamored with you, but i don’t appreciate you cutting work to see me instead.”

y/n let out a soft sigh of defeat, his head falling into dan heng’s shoulder with the slightest amount of (added) reverb to emphasize his pitifulness. “i guess i’ll leave. i dislike how sensible you are sometimes.” he complained, kissing dan heng’s cheek lightly, only enough so he could just barely feel the touch. dan heng didn’t reply, only waving in response as y/n walked backwards towards the door, a bright smile on his lips because of the action. y/n turned around to leave the room, only to be met with himeko’s stern face and fiery red hair (that looked even more similar to a raging fire as her gaze burned into him).

”i knew you would be here.” himeko said, y/n chuckling nervously as he put his hands up in defense, himeko reaching for his ear. “i’ll be taking him dan heng. he’ll be occupied until he’s finished his work.” dan heng nodded, looking away from his struggling boyfriend to organize the bookshelves.

”i’m sorry! himeko-!” y/n said, his feet hitting the floor as he was dragged along the ship to the office car before he fell on the floor. himeko smiled, dusting off her hands before walking away.

”do your work!” she yelled, y/n huffing softly.

they were all against him.

dinner was tense.

while march and caelus still happily talked, y/n found himself being stared down by both himeko and dan heng. himeko’s gaze was burning, y/n afraid he would get sunburnt if he spent any more time subjected to it. dan heng’s was a little kinder, a weak smile on his lips as he ate his dinner. his aura was so-so, like he felt sorry for the man, but still thinking he deserved the punishment.

the food on y/n’s plant was pushed around, a soft puff of air escaping his lips as he continued to lose his appetite. welt looked up from his plate, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “himeko, i think he’s learned his lesson.” his voice was firm, unwavering as he stated his opinion. himeko rolled her eyes, her plate one of the few finished ones on the table. 

“it’s a lesson you all need to learn, not just y/n. you need to do your work!” she exclaimed, caelus looking at her confused. himeko sighed, waving her hand towards him. “not you, caelus, don’t worry.” y/n felt himself sink into his chair, the familiar feeling of shame creeping up his neck. he proceeded to not make eye contact with the rest of the astral express members, letting a breath slowly out of his mouth. his food slowly cooled, dan heng speaking up in the stifling silence.

“eat your food.” y/n’s eyes flicked up towards his boyfriend, his eyes locking with dan heng’s. he reluctantly picked up his fork, eating the food with a speed that would shock those who weren’t used to it. wiping his hands on his towel, y/n stood up, looking at himeko and welt.

“may i be excused?” he asked, himeko returning his gaze with shock before nodding, y/n pushing his chair back under the table and walking off towards dan heng’s room.

it was embarrassing to be one of the fools of the group.

y/n sat on the edge of dan heng’s bed in his pajamas, his hair dripping from his shower. he watched the drops fall onto the comforter, eyes unfocused as he spaced out. his hands were laced together, ears not listening to the sounds around him.

”darling? are you okay?” dan heng spoke, his face suddenly appearing in front of y/n’s. his hand moved on top of y/n’s, rubbing the backs gently to coax him out of his daze.

”i’m sorry for today.” y/n softly spoke, his bright and shiny demeanor gone. dan heng sat down next to him, his own wet hair resting against y/n’s shoulder as he leaned into his body.

”you don’t have to be sorry, you did nothing wrong.” he reassured, his left hand rubbing y/n’s thigh gently. dan heng let out a soft sigh, his lips pressed against the crook of y/n’s neck. “i know i’m indifferent, and sometimes i treat you unfairly or a mild amount of contempt, but i truly adore you.”

y/n’s eyes lit up at the statement, eyes crinkling at the edges as leaned into dan heng’s touch. “thank you, i appreciate that.” dan heng smiled, kissing y/n’s cheeks with an enamored gaze in his irises. y/n lifted his arms to clasp around dan heng’s neck, turning his head to return the kisses on his lips instead. dan heng laughed, dragging the two further down the bed so they could rest comfortably on the mattress together. 

the moody behavior that y/n carried left as soon as he had dan heng next to him, kissing every single worry and insecurity of his away. kiss after kiss, movement after movement, everything was perfect. y/n allowed himself to fall into dan heng’s touch, unafraid of any consequences that he might face. dan heng’s hands held him tightly around his waist, air slowly escaping his nose until he pulled away from y/n to catch his breath.

”i love you.” he replied, y/n lazily nodding his head in agreement, a look of love-drunk bliss on his face. dan heng smiled in response to the nod, something so uncharacteristically dan heng.

dan heng was always considered aloof or indifferent. he was a cold man who cared about others at the surface level and was more preoccupied with his personal endeavors.

y/n never understood this, however, because he was always so happy and bright towards him, like a faraway star waving to the sun. 

he wasn’t cold, he was selective in giving his heart out. y/n was just the lucky one who got this heart.

i heart dan hang i am dan heng 1574 words

[sunflw3rbouquet]

hi, sorry I meant to write feminine m!reader and not female, and thank you for accepting my request, it's a pleasure and I really like your writing

TYSM! ofc i would write it<3

just so you know, its not gonna rlly be a lot of fem? like i dont plan on him wearing exclusively fem clothing, more like touches of it, so i hope thats alr!