#10:47pm

[biblicallycorrectangelvenom]

It's lonely

I cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry

It's always the same

I'm fucking tired

[biggestqiblifan]

Happy Pride.

[wellthatschaotic]

hmm why does everything feel hopeless. [checks clock] ohhh its Nighttime. should not trust my Emotions

[guentzel]

🫩 I think I deserve to play the sims 4 for a little bit tomorrow

[faces-of-the-traveler]

robot is too strong

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── YOU'RE HERE, THAT'S ENOUGH . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka jake's late, you order for your own drink for once, and now he owes you his life.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 866 ⌗ pure fluff, jake is so self-panic-inducing, mentions of breaking up, mentions of jake abt to jump out a window . he's just a simp at the end of the day .

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── hehe another cutesy one. im excited for the next one everyone pls buckle up...i almost kinda feel bad for jake here this poor guy just lives life on the verge of panic every day. am i evil for this? sorry jakey <3

Jake is sprinting.

Not fast-walking. Not lightly jogging.

Jake is in full-on, Olympic-level, life-or-death sprint through the streets.

His bag is slapping his side. His hoodie is slipping off his shoulder. His lungs are screaming. And he’s probably sweating more now than he did during the entire extra hour of dance practice that made him late in the first place.

And still—he’s pretty sure he’s still not moving fast enough.

His phone is glued to his palm, screen still open to the frantic texts to you:

jake (6:32PM): baby im so so so sorry practice is running over i swear im leaving soon PLEASE dont hate me

jake (6:41PM): im literally dying to be there pls give me 10 minutes max i promise

jake (6:47PM): oh my god im running now im literally sprinting my lungs are collapsing hold on

jake (6:50PM): please still be there please please please

Jake nearly crashes into the café door.

He bursts in, chest heaving, heart racing, vision tunneling. His eyes dart around the café, already mentally preparing the most desperate apology of his life—

And then he sees you.

There you are. Sitting by the window like something out of a postcard. Sipping your iced peach latte. Typing away on your laptop like nothing’s wrong.

Jake’s lungs fully give out.

He practically trips over his own two feet, words spilling out before he’s even fully made it to you.

“I am—so sorry,” he gasps, hands bracing himself against the table, his bag fully falling to his side now, his entire image disheveled. “I—I—oh my god—I messed up, I know—”

You blink up, startled.

“Jake—”

“I swear I left as soon as I could, I was literally ready to bolt over, but then we had to go over the choreo one more time and—” he cuts himself off to breathe, huffing in frustration, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “I swear I was ready to jump out the window to get here faster and I know I should’ve managed my time better and I shou—”

“Sim Jaeyun.”

Jake’s mouth snaps shut.

You tilt your head, your eyes soft as you look up at your boyfriend.

“Sit.”

He does. Immediately. Like an obedient golden retriever.

“Breathe.”

“Trying.”

You gently push an untouched iced Americano towards him, “I ordered for you.”

Jake looks down at the drink. Then back at you.

“Wait, you ordered? Like you spoke to the cashi—wait. You’re not mad?”

“Nope.”

“Not even…like, a little mad?”

“You sound like you want me to be.”

Jake lets out a sound that’s equal parts relief and self-deprecating, “Well, definitely not, but I’m late. To our date.”

You casually take a sip of your latte, your gaze still soft on him, “Jake. You told me what was happening, you ran here like an insane person, and now you’re looking at me with those eyes you do that makes you look like a kicked puppy. Why would I be upset?”

Jake blinks.

You’re not mad. You’re here.

Still here.

Still you.

Looking at him with nothing but patience and understanding.

And Jake feels something deep and warm settle into his bones.

Jake just stares at you for a full solid second until finally—

“Oh my god,” he collapses onto the table, face-planting into his arms. “You’re actually an angel. I don’t deserve you.”

You break out into a fit of giggles, “Okay, that’s a little dramatic.”

“No, like—” he lifts his head just enough to look at you with big, defeated eyes. “I thought I ruined it.”

“You didn’t.”

“I thought you were gonna break up with me.”

“I wasn’t.”

“I thought I’d walk in here and you’d be gone and I’d have to get on my knees at your front door and beg for my life back.”

“…Did you eat lunch today?”

Jake ignores that.

“I just—” He grabs your hand across the table. His voice drops into something low, something sincere. “I don’t want you to think I’m not trying. Or that you’re not a priority.”

Your face softens, “I know I am. And you are trying, Jake. Like, so hard. I see it. You don’t have to prove yourself to me every second of the day.”

Jake swallows.

“I appreciate you, Jakey—” you squeeze his hand, “—a lot. And I’m just happy you’re here.”

Jake lets out a breathless laugh, feeling suddenly light again. He lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles—once, twice, like he needs to (he does).

“Okay,” he breathes, lips still brushing your skin. “Okay. But just so you know—I am still making it up to you.”

You raise a brow, smiling, “Oh?”

“Yup,” Jake grins, flipping your hand over to press another kiss to your palm. “Whatever you want. I feel bad you had to order our drinks by yourself, I know you hate that.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes, “That’s true. I hate talking to cashiers.”

“Don’t worry, baby.” Another kiss. “I’ll make sure you never have to talk to one ever again for the rest of your life.”

“You’re actually ridiculous, Sim Jaeyun,” you smile, cheeks warm.

“Mmhm,” he mumbles before countering immediately—

“And you’re perfect.”

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[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - svt 10 year anniversary: hoshi - sfw & nsfw

summary: 10 sfw & 10 nsfw hoshi x reader insert fics :)

contains: 18+ nsfw (mdni!!) majority is afab reader

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

✩ sfw section ✩

1. ❥ hoshi bf texts - @lololololchips

the witty bickering and banter is EXACTLY what hoshi wants kjgfbdjk

2. ❥ how to get rid of nightmares - @cheolism-archive

as someone who used to get really bad nightmares...the cuteness of kwon soonyoung would take away allll my fear

3. ❥ babe for the weekend - @studioeisa

i LOVEEEEEEEEEE an exes fic and this deliveredddd

4. ❥ dating hoshi feels like.. - @ssentimentals

i just knowwww that dating hoshi would be such a fun experience

5. ❥ kisses with hoshi - @gi4hao

ALL THE KISSES WITH SOONIE PLSSSSSSSSSS

6. ❥ 10:47pm - @odxrilove

our lil sweetheart ahhhhhh

7. ❥ too much communication!soonyoung x reader - @xinganhao

i was CACKLING throughout this entire fic. soonie is just like me in this djkfgbfdk

8. ❥ fanboy hoshi - @rubyreduji

fanboy hoshi is one of my fAVOURITEEE genres of him heheh

9. ❥ bf!soonyoung thoughts - @boorines

bf!soonyoung who should be MYYY bf (

10. ❥ love languages: kwon soonyoung - @cxffecoupx

soonie and i both being physical touch, cuteness aggression & gift giver ppl??!?! HELLL yeah

✩ nsfw section ✩

1. ❥ bark (like a dog) - @toruro

*ahem* ARF ARF AWOOOO??? (this was INTENSE in such a good way)

2. ❥ The Biggest Fanboy - @hoshifighting

he's a cute ass dance teacher for kids?!?!?! and he can banter like that?!?!?! AHHHHHHHHHH

3. ❥ warm - @cheolism-archive

tiddy lover!hoshi agenda strikes again hehe

4. ❥ tiger stripes (stretch marks) - @hoshifighting

pretty tiger stripes deserved to worshipped!!!

5. ❥ kwon soonyoung as your friend with benefits - @woozivrsefactry

the perfect lil fwb :)) wbk

6. ❥ 08:42 - @eomayas

i'd quit any job if it meant he'd fuck me like that kjgfbd

7. ❥ how hoshi fucks/hoshis' hip game - @hoshifighting

y'all, take deeps breaths while reading this cuz oh myyyyyyyyyyyyy gAWDDDD (his hip game is no lie)

8. ❥ riding him on the couch - @toruro

had to take a lap around my room after this one cuz WOOOOOOFJSKBK

9. ❥ in front of chan and everybody - @rubyreduji

HOSHI AND THE PFU DON'T EVEN CAREEEEEEEEE KJDBGDFKJ

10. ❥ waking you up with oral - @nsfwhao

i think i'd fucking cease to exist if i woke up with soonie between my legs omgkdfjgb

[starcharmed]

— MEMOIRS OF THE PAST

summary: leaving a topic behind to go check up on sunday worked out well in your favor.

cw: romantic sunday pairing, past romantic dan heng pairing, after 2.7 quest but nothing mentioned, reader is an astral express member, caelus as trailblazer, fluff with an undertone of hurt/comfort | wc: 2k+ | my secret santa gift for @milksnake-tea <3 please read the note at the end

The Express seemed to hum during its “nighttime”. The record Caelus set earlier this morning looping idly, the tune stitched into your memory. Pom-Pom had stopped sweeping around ten minutes ago, Himeko retired to her cabin, Welt had long gone to his own as well for a much-needed rest.

Dan Heng insisted that he assisted March in “helping Caelus decorate his room”. Not that you would raise an eyebrow at him for doing so, those two were bound to have everything turned upside down and on the ceiling if left alone.

Which left only one Express member left, Sunday.

In your opinion, he could rival Dan Heng in measures of silence. At first you weren’t sure if he simply disliked you, but after being around him for more than a month you soon realized he was just like that.

It’s not as if he was cold, though.

The first week he was on the Express, he brought everyone delicacies that he presumed would match everyone’s taste.

He was correct in his judgement.

You weren’t even sure how he had figured out that you loved deep-fried flying sea anemone — a dish you tried on Xianzhou when in need of a small energizer after all that went down — nonetheless how many toppings you liked to have with it.

You remember messaging Caelus after receiving the gift, questioning if he had played any part in it. The only response you had received was a Wubbaboo emoji.

Very helpful.

That was besides the point, however. 

Unlocking your phone with a click, you opened your messenger. You sent Dan Heng a simple “u up?” before scrolling through your contacts, bored and in need of someone to bother. 

The second Dan Heng responded, you tapped on the notification.

You ; 10:45pm     u up?

Dan Heng ; 10:47 pm    You should be asleep.

Of course….

You ; 10:47pm    so should you

You hit him with the Pom-Pom “Pay Attention”. That’ll get him.

Dan Heng ; 10:48pm    …    Sleep if you can.     If not go see what Sunday is up to, he’s been silent for a long while.

Dan Heng ; 10:49pm    March said she let him in her room to look at photos.    Try looking there first.

You ; 10:49pm     march is letting him go through her photos alone??     did see get possessed by some random heliobi somehow??

Dan Heng ; 10:49pm    As far as I’m aware, no.     He’s…processing a lot of things right now.     Especially ones about his past.     I know how that feels.

You bit down of your tongue harshly to stop the bitter laugh surfacing from your throat. You knew that. How could you not practically know everything about him considering you two were the only people on the Express besides Welt, Himeko, and Pom-Pom for a long time.

Maybe, maybe you were still irritated that Dan Heng had kept his secret from you after you both had “dated” off and on for a time of years. Leaving you to a not so fun surprise during your time in the Xianzhou Luofu. Iron filled your mouth and you let your facial muscles relax. Aeons…you needed to get a grip. What was done was done.

Your phone’s ding pulled you out from the mucky mess of the past.  

Dan Heng ; 10:50pm    Please check up on him. 

Cringing, you hesitated before sending a Pom-Pom emoji. Huffing you placed your phone down beside yourself, rolling your head to the side to stare at your cabin’s door. Ah, what the hell. All of that didn’t matter right now. Sunday.

It didn’t take you that long to find him, in March’s cabin. Sitting cross-legged and shuffling through photos, door ajar just enough that you could peek in without disturbing him. You assumed March let him in, she’s bubbly yet still wary when need be. 

After what went down Sunday certainly was a “need be”. 

Rapping your knuckles against the door, you watched as a photo album slipped from his grasp before he caught it between his forefinger and thumb. The only sign of him being startled. Turning his head, Sunday’s posture relax imperceptibly. 

“Sorry”, Slipping inside the cabin, you caught the door before it shut completely, “I should’ve been more noticeable, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t startle me.” He was quick to retort, sparing you a second glance before focusing back on the picture.

“Right.” Easing over you crouched beside Sunday, noting the lack of his gloves and coat – two clothing items he almost never went without. Peering over his shoulder, the image of a smiling Robin with an excited March taking a selfie with her filled your vision. 

Oh. 

You hesitantly sat down, “I remember when that was taken, y’know? On the feldspar.” The addition after everything happened in Penacony died down on your tongue, you shouldn’t mention that. “March was so excited to finally snap a photo with her. She wouldn’t stop rambling about it all day.”

Sunday’s right wing twitched as he placed the photo back in its slot within the laced album, “That sounds like Miss March.”

A silence creeped back over the both of you, the Express’ humming becoming more prominent within your mind. The nagging feeling that you made an incorrect choice prodding along with the melody running on repeat inside your head. Perhaps you should have made the decision to leave him be. Maybe letting Dan Heng know that he was looking through photos would’ve been enough. 

His message became center stage in the circus of your mind. He’s processing a lot of things right now. That was understandable, and that was also the problem. You weren’t sure how to interact with Sunday without dragging him back in his murky mess of a past.

Like you did with yourself earlier.

But, then again, it’s not like you’ve done anything to make him feel outed, right? All you have to do is just leave and check back in with Dan Heng. And maybe you can catch a few hours of sleep. Just excuse yourself and head back to your cabin. 

“Well…” Standing up you raised your arms over your head, stretching until you could start to feel a slight burn, “If you don’t need anything I guess I can-”

“Wait!”

Time seemed to freeze as your eyes went wide, both of Sunday’s wings twitched violently, and the Express seemed to stop humming as if his shout momentarily stunned it. Lowering the hand he had extended in suddenness, Sunday cleared his throat. 

“I apologize. That was abrupt of me.” You swear you could see his eyes flickering between you and the wall, a moment of nervousness from Sunday caught for once in your eyes, “I was curious if you had any more stories about your travels to tell. I enjoy them.”

Feeling yourself becoming flustered, you started to ease back over to where he was sat. Perhaps your tendency to recall and talk about your journeys with the crew had gotten yourself a title as the second best storyteller within the crew.

You were never beating March for second. 

Point still stands. 

Although no one honestly asked you to retell stories unless no one else was present to do so. It might’ve been because you do so without honest flair or excess details that added a hint of humor to the mix. However, that could be your opinion of how you tell tales carrying over to your own thoughts. 

It was like he handed you the book for popcorn reading.

Sunday seemed to slide over, making room for him. A considerate action that wasn’t new. He often didn’t want to get in the way, even when he wasn’t. You can recall when he stood to the side when Pom-Pom was sweeping in a completely different area than him, as if he was trying to blend into the wall. 

Odd.

You reached for a photo in the album blindly, blinking thrice as you realized which one you had chosen. It was one from Xianzhou of all of your luck, one snapped in a hurry. It was on of you, Dan Heng, and Caelus in front of the Express. Caelus and you were mimicking Dan Heng’s newly-found horns (at the time) with your fingers before you all departed Xianzhou, March snapping the photo quickly before Dan Heng had started to stalk off the train.

That was a fun moment, despite all that had happened.

“That’s from the Xianzhou Luofu, correct?” Sunday questioned even though you could tell he already knew by the look within his eyes, “I’ve heard about what had happened there.”

You nodded. “It was a thing.”

A thing? Really?

“I never thought to ask what the story behind his form in these pictures was all about”, Sunday started, “Do you think you could tell me some about it?”

You take that previous statement back, he handed you a loaded gun.

The wince that slipped past your lips was sharp enough to sound like a whistle. With a click of your tongue, you started to put the photo back, “Well, I think you’d have to ask Dan Heng that yourself. He seems to have taken a liking to you so maybe you won’t get the sharp end of the sword.”

The statement was meant to be humorous, yet it came out as the complete opposite.

“It’s just something from his past. Everyone has one that nags them on this Express it seems, even someone as giddy as Caelus,” Closing the album, you reached for another one.

“Even you?”

“Unfortunately”, laughing you turned your face to look at him, “It’s not as deep as memory loss or being birthed from a literal nuke. Why? You surprised?”

“It’s hard to imagine you being chained down by memories and experiences of the past, you don’t let it seem to show.” You weren’t sure if you or Sunday had moved closer to one another.

In public you wanted to add, letting the two words melt on your tongue. 

“Yeah, well”, Scooting closer, your right knee bumped his left, “It’s different for everyone.”

“That it is.”

The humming of the Express seemed to become muted, as if you had submerged underneath the water.

Sunday was so pretty.

His hair framed over his wings perfectly, his eye color blending into his attire beautifully. Little things that he seemed to make stand out wonderfully.

“Do you and Dan Heng have quarrel?” Lifting his head, Sunday’s eyes locked onto your own, “I do not want to trouble you by mentioning the past if both of you have some together.”

“No, it’s just a…little thing.” 

Who started to lean in first?

“A little thing? You have a lot of those, hmm?” Sunday’s lips upturned slightly before they fell into their normal line, “Are you sure?” “You’re not getting in the way of anything, Sunny.” The nickname made his lips part, his honeyed breath being intook by your nostrils, “It’s fine, I swear.”

You could practically feel his hair against your face as he tried to close the distance, flinching back once his nose brushed against yours. Your fingers traced the outline of his jaw as he exhaled shakily, his lashes fluttering closed so delicately it was if a feather had fallen against the smooth water of his skin. 

Smooth lips met yours as soon as your own eyes closed.

You felt his hand sneak up to the nape of your neck, a gasp pushing past your lips at the skin-on-skin contact. Sunday must’ve felt as he did something incorrect, pulling back before you brought up your other hand, keeping him within the moment of the kiss.

The muffled humming started to become clearer as you pulled back to open your eyes. Sunday’s wings had come around to fit around his face, a pink creeping past the edges. 

And you let out a small laugh filled with nothing but joy.

Lowing his wings from his face, Sunday averted his gaze partially to the ground, “I suppose you should go back and try to sleep now.”

Although it was a statement, it carried more a questionable tone.

“Yeah”, you croaked out, nodding stiffly as you stood up. “You rest well if you can.” With a nod himself, Sunday started to study the pattern on another photo album. You practically speed-walked out of March’s cabin, heading to your own down the hall as your hand subconsciously raised to your lips.

Aeons were you glad you didn’t bring the past to the present with Dan Heng.

HI ILLU!! i hope you enjoy and this wasn't too ooc 😓😓 you've been such a huge inspiration and a major reason of why i'm so hooked on sunday as much as i am HAHAHA, i hope you have a very wonderful christmas and the rest of the year treats you right. thank you so much for being so wonderful and joyous to be around, i truly appreciate you 🫶🏽

[killersansreal]

I DONT CARE! ':T

GO TO SLEEP YA GOOFBALL

ITS ONLY 7 RN FOR ME I DONT NEED TO SLEEP

[velvetsserenity]

static obedience

dabi x hero!reader

wordcount: 1.5k

content warnings: NSFW, dubious consent, blackmail, manipulation, degradation, noncon undertones, power imbalance, secret relationship, emotional control, explicit sexual content

based on that one tumblr post i saw some weeks ago !! i can’t remember the user, but shout out to them.

no one knows.

not your team. not your handlers. not the people who cheer your name when you save their streets and smile with your mouth full of lies.

no one knows what you become when your phone vibrates at night and you see his name, or rather the lack of one, followed by a location pin and two words.

warehouse 39b. 11pm. alone.

that’s all it takes.

no threats. no reminders. just coordinates and a time, and suddenly the world tips on its axis and all that self-control you wear like armor starts to crack.

you always try to tell yourself no. that this time you’ll delete the message. that this time you’ll turn your phone off and keep your hands to yourself and stop answering him like a dog trained too well to break free.

but at 10:47pm, you’re already suiting up. already slipping out a back exit.

already praying no one asks questions you can’t answer.

the warehouse is rotting. it always is.

rust lines the walls. the stink of smoke and ash clings to the metal beams like it’s never left. the kind of place you’d normally raid for villain activity.

now it’s the place you come to kneel. and he’s always there first.

dabi doesn’t speak right away when he sees you.

just leans against a crate, dragging his cigarette slow between his fingers, eyes skimming your figure with the same lazy, hungry look he gave you the very first night.

the one where he found you alone on patrol and asked if your mouth worked as well as your quirk.

you should’ve arrested him. instead, you let him push you against the wall.

and you moaned.

“told myself you’d bail this time,” he says now, voice low and ruined, grin spreading like rot. “but i figured you were just wet somewhere else first.”

you say nothing. you never do here. because here, you don’t get to speak. not unless he wants you to.

and god, that’s the worst par, how much you need that silence. that place where your title doesn’t follow, where your strength means nothing.

where you’re just his.

you’re already lowering yourself to your knees, shame curling in your stomach like smoke. you hate yourself more every time. hate how he never even has to touch you first.

you’re the one crawling. you undo his zipper with trembling fingers. he doesn’t help. doesn’t need to.

you’ve done this enough to know what he likes. how deep to take him. how long to hold your breath before he growls your name and digs his fingers into your scalp.

“look at that,” he groans, cock thick on your tongue. “a fucking hero, gagging for villain cock like she was born for it.”

your cheeks burn hot, but you don’t stop. can’t stop. not when he sounds like that, wrecked and cruel and utterly in control.

he starts thrusting into your mouth slow, shallow at first, then faster, meaner. you choke. he moans.

“bet you touch yourself when you think about this. in your little dorm. under the covers while your teammates sleep. wonder what they’d say if they knew their golden girl liked to suck off the guy they’ve got a kill order on.”

tears slip from your lashes. he watches them fall, eyes half-lidded and satisfied.

when he finishes, he doesn’t even give you a warning. just buries himself in your throat and groans your name through his teeth.

you swallow becuase he expects you to. because he’ll laugh if you don’t.

and when he pulls out, panting, smug, sweat glinting on his neck, he tucks himself away and crouches in front of you—flicking his lighter open and closed while you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“you’re sick,” he says softly. “but not as sick as me.” he kisses your forehead like it’s affection. you flinch, but you don’t leave.

not until he tells you to.

authors note: throw it back !!

plagiarism not authorized

[decaffeinatedgalaxyprince]

@highlyholding i decided i'll just make this bladder schedule its own post, for the rest of the omo sluts who want a schedule

it includes 6 pee breaks only because you're bound to miss some. you only have the allotted window to pee, so if you miss it, tough luck.

1st, 7:50am - 7:55am. a whole 6 minute window. but this being your morning pee, i expect you to have a couple drinks before you take this. it's important to hydrate in the morning. preferably at least 16oz total, before you can pee this first time.

after that, make sure you have a drink to sip on. drink at least 10 oz more before your second opportunity to pee.

2nd, 10:45am - 10:50am, another generous 6 minute window to pee.

at noon, make 2 tall drinks, one has to be water but you can choose the other. make sure you're stretching and snacking. you'll also be drinking a tall glass (12 oz at least) with lunch whenever you take that.

3rd, 3:15pm - 3:19pm. i want you to start drinking a cup / 8oz of something every hour or so. slow and steady.

4th, 5:56pm - 5:59pm. your window is down to 3 minutes, so pay attention. whether you get to pee or not, have an extra tall drink with dinner. keep drinking about 8oz per hour on top of that.

5th, 6:45pm - 6:47pm. aren't i nice? a little relief to weaken your bladder muscles & let you relax at dinner. have another extra tall drink (12oz+) when the sun sets, and at 9pm. and keep sipping something every hour.

6th, 12:37am - 12:39am. i'm not even making you wait 6 hours, see, i'm so nice.

also, obviously, if anyone offers you a drink you have to accept. and the moment those specific minutes are up, you should be off the toilet and back to corking it up. if you miss your chance, too bad, you can wait until the next one. i'm not even making you drink that much.

[pityslash]

it was a cold night. he should be sleeping, but instead he stands before you at 10:47pm.

“bakugo? did something happen?” he opened his mouth but nothing came out; katsuki came here without thinking of a reason. i just wanted to see you.

you weren’t anyone special, you just hung out with katsuki’s friend group and took his place whenever he would skip out on activities because he’d rather stay in his room.

he never ignored you per se, but eventually he started enjoying your company. it wasn’t hard to get on his nerves and bickering was a way to talk to him more. it was strange when katsuki showed up at your door way past his, er, bedtime.

you could feel how uncomfortable he was, out in the open where anyone could come out of their room and see him. you step aside to let him in.

he was scowling, but didn’t look upset. would anyone else be able to tell, too? you wondered. katsuki always ran hot but you still reached for the small blanket thrown on your desk chair from a day, week, maybe a month ago.

your hand lingers for just a second when you wrap it around his shoulders and he fills up with a warmth only you gave him.

“don’t ask why i’m here.” he broke the silence. you wish you knew what he was thinking, what bothered him enough to come see you of all people— katsuki rubs his nose subconsciously, maybe he did that all the time and you never noticed.

he pulls the blanket tighter, head low. you swear his face was red.

you don’t hesitate to sit closer on the bed. maybe after tonight you won’t hesitate at all. he was always putting up a wall for others, but he felt like he could do whatever he wanted here.

“i won’t.”

“i wanted to see if you were alright.” he doesn’t give you a chance to respond because he’s taking it back. “this was a stupid idea. i’ve never felt like this before.”

don’t let him get too out of reach. “you don’t have to say anything.” a minute passes before he finally meets your eyes. a heartbeat pounds in your ears, was it yours or his?

you move closer when he squeezes your hand, then said the only thing you could think of— “your hands are warm.”

it wasn’t cold anymore.

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୨୧ sophia coming home to you ꒰꒰ not proofread

it’s been such a long day. her back’s a bit curved when she gets out of the car, the LA breeze hitting her locks in all the right places. the keys jingle out her grasp before she catches them again, swiftly. with a final huff, she fixes her fringe before twisting the key and heading inside.

"yn," she calls out, a tad bit of exhaustion in her voice, "i’m home!" her boots come off right after, left next to the front door. you can hear the sound of sophia's bag dropping onto the kitchen island and her whiny noises as she looks for you. each step is getting closer to your shared bedroom, a tired grin on her face when she reaches you.

10:47pm, the clock says. "c'mere, soph," you murmur, opening your arms and inviting her to lay next to you. "made you some buldak for later, hm? yoonchae said you like this brand."

"oh, you're the best, yn. but yeah, later, ‘m real tired," she replies, burying her face on the crook of your neck. your hand comes up to tend to her hair, easing out the few twists she got from napping in the car. your touch is soothing, making her breath even below you.