#I love his face when he’s yelling ??? the way his nose scrunches??? idk

[teddybeartoji]

lays down and kicks my feet, tell me some thoughts you have about satoru, draws circles on your blog with my finger

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII JAZZ HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII:3333333333 IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU HEREE HEHEHEHHEEE i have a bunch of smaller headcanons for him i hope that's what you were looking for!!!!!!!!

HE DROOLS WHEN HE SLEEPS!!!!!!!! like actually drools. he also snores but the snoring is so fucking cute??????????? i hate him why is everything he does always so perfect?????????? bro can't even fucking drool and snore in a bad way smhhhhhhhhh

HE LOVES WATCHING YOU DO "HARD WORK"!!!!!!!!! and by "hard work" i mean shit like carrying around heavy things and idk putting together furniture or smth lmao. it most definitely turns him on too.......... there's just smth abt your dirty clothes and your sweat and your concentrated face and he loooooves when you tell him that you don't want his help!!! he always offers bc he's a Gentleman like that even though he knows you don't necessarily need it. but the way you just go "no-no, i got it." gets him going!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he wants youu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's bringing you drinks like he's a proper malewife and then proceeds to just admire you while you work lmao.

HE LOVES CALLING YOU!!!!!!!!! calls you over the smallest things. he just wants to talk to you and he wants to hear your voice!!!!!! some of the calls are literally just minute long (and that's only bc he spends 30seconds on saying that he loves you), while some calls are hours long. oh and he absolutely adores if you do the same. he wants you to call and send voice messages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOSES HIS SOCKS ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he steals yours btw. he's constantly going "baaaaaaaabee! have you seen my sock?!" while the said sock is literally sitting on the chair right next to him SMHHH ok but when you show it to him he just turns to you with a dopey smile and gives you a sloppy, haste little kiss, mumbling how he doesn't know what he'd do without you............... i wanna marry him jazz i wanna marry him

LOVES KISSING YOUR TUMMYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's always smiling while doing it too. you could just be lazing on the couch, scrolling on the phone and he's crawling on top of you. he pushes up your shirt just so he can see and feel your skin before pressing light, gentle kisses on you. if you peek at him from under your phone, you'd just find him staring back at you with sparkling eyes.

HE DOESN'T LIKE TEA???????? idk this just feels right okay... don't judge me i am an avid tea drinker so i am upset abt this too. no matter how much honey or sugar you put on it, he's always scrunching his nose at the taste. he is willing to try different ones just for you but i really feel like he's not a fan of any of the flavours. (FLAVOUR???? TEA FLAVOUR???? idk english is weird ok)

(he knows exactly how you like yours though. suguru has taught him how to make good tea, so satoru relishes in making you smile whenever he surprises you with a cup!!!! he knows when you want it too; he's a bit of a mind reader honestly. you sit down on the couch and he's already marching into the kitchen with a mission. it's his love language<33)

SHOWERS EVERY MORNING!!!!!!!!!! i think he loves showering. just overall. it gives him so much energy and it makes him feel so good, so fresh - it's the best way to start his day!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also sings in the shower. or more like yells in the shower. a lot. he's dumb and i love him. and then he always steps out of the bathroom with wet hair and just like a pair of pyjama pants on and he smells so fucking good aaaand it makes you wanna get him all dirty again!!!!! i said what i said.

(he sometimes just leans on the doorframe as he's brushing his teeth and just grins at you knowing full well that you wanna EAT HIMMM)

OKE I THINK I'M GONNA STOP HERE BEFORE I FULLY LOSE IT!!!!!!! BUT WAHHH I LOVE TALKING ABT HIM SOOO SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR DROPPING BY AND THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME JAZZ<333333333333333 I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING AN AMAZING DAY MY LOVEE MWAH MWAH MWAHMWAH!!!!!

[www-jungwon]

in which roommate!heeseung insists on decorating, and you're sure he's up to something (why has he got so much mistletoe?) ୨୧

tw. yellinggg, kissing, idk what rlly went through my head when writing this its kinda cringe bro wc. 887

“ok, i give up.” heeseung looks over in confusion, holding a box of christmas decorations in his hand.

“just tell me! i give up.”

“what are you talking about?” he squints, shifting the box in his arm.

you shift on the couch agitatedly, pausing your tv show. “why are you hanging all these up? like, do you want my room, or you feel bad because you broke something that’s mine, or you’re trying to hint you want-”

“it’s for christmas spirit!”

you roll your eyes. you’ve been trying to figure out your roommate’s obsession with decorating the apartment for the last week, but every time he’s answered with the same response. ‘christmas spirit.’ christmas spirit your ass. you’ll figure it out, you just need a couple more days.

“sure.”

he raises his eyebrows innocently. “i don’t know why you don’t believe me.”

“maybe because in the 3 years we’ve lived together you haven’t ever even lifted a finger to help me put decorations up?”

he shrugs. “change of heart.”

definitely up to something.

–

heeseung is being weird. he keeps trying to hide his decorations when you walk in on him, like he’s scared of you seeing them. even though you’ll see them anyway, because it’s your apartment.

after seeing him drop his box for the third time in two days, it clicks. a party. that explains his controlling of the decorations to look his way, and the secret phone calls he’s been making. you absolutely hate crowds, and your one rule the only time you’ve lived here has been no parties. he’s never complained before, but you suppose he’s finally gotten tired.

you’ve never felt more betrayed. heeseung, the most considerate roommate you’ve ever had, heeseung who keeps track of the amount of chocolate in your storage, heeseung who buys you things just because they reminded him of you, heeseung who is in charge of all the groceries, no discussion. heeseung, who you think you might be in love with, that heeseung, trying to throw a holiday party in your apartment without your permission when you leave tomorrow.

and as you see him emerge from the doorway, his head brushing the mistletoe he hung, fiery anger builds up inside you. how dare he hum, act all normal like you didn’t just watch him try to hide his decorations, how dare he do this secretly, how dare he make you love him while he’s betraying you like this?

so when he asks what you want him to make for dinner, you want to hit him in the face.

“you what?” he asks, and the way his nose scrunches in confusion only makes you angrier, and you snap.

“lee heeseung, i hate you!”

his doe eyes widen in surprise.

“what? i-”

“you’re so stupid! i can’t believe you would do all this just for a stupid holiday party! over me!”

you’ve stepped up to him, him backing up slightly as you walk forward.

“i don't know what-”

“and i wouldn’t have cared if you just asked! i’m not even gonna be here! but i thought that you at least cared about me enough to ask instead of sneaking around.”

“y/n, i-”

“and you find it so amusing when i ask you why, and this whole time it’s been for a party? you’ve been lying to me, sneaking around, just so you can throw a party without my permission? do i mean that little to you,” your words are choked by a sob, “that little, that-”

“y/n, i promise i-”

“that little, that a party is more important to you than me.” tears cross down your cheeks, tracing over the edges of your face.

heeseung’s brows are furrowed now, a concerned frown pushed onto his face. “y/n, i swear-”

how dare he act concerned, when it’s his fault. 

a yell rips out of you, “you don’t get to care about me now! not after, not after this, not after i’ve spent three years loving you and you’ve just thrown all my trust away for a party.”

he’s broken now, you can see it on his face in the way his brows are drawn in and you know you’ve hurt him, and you feel awful. he watches you carefully, taking a deep breath before he moves almost imperceptibly closer.

“y/n.”

you sniff weakly, “yeah?”

his voice is soft with hurt. “i love you, too. and i’d never throw a party without your permission, and it wasn’t that, and i’m sorry i was being so secretive but i promise it wasn’t because of that and i think- i think you should look up.”

you hadn’t realized how close you were to him now, your hands brushing his. you turn your head up slowly, your lips almost pressing against his, and you see it.

the mistletoe.

“i love you, y/n. and i thought- i wanted to tell you, before you left and i didn’t know how, but since you were always decorating instead of me doing anything i wanted to do something nice for you, and then i realized maybe if i could put mistletoe up then you would get the hint and i wouldn’t have to say anything.”

his arms slide around your waist tentatively, pulling you into him, and you look down, falling into him as your lips push into his.

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[dearly-somber]

deathbed (coffee for your head) | h.js

-> pairing. Han Jisung x f!reader

-> genre. angst, hurt/comfort, f2l (friends–lovers), neighbors!au

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1442

-> warnings. Mentions of divorce; rocky home-life; reader runs away from home (essentially)

-> a/n. Ngl to y’all the formatting for this one was… questionable lmfao. It’s not terrible but… 🤡🤡 idk check it out if you don’t like it 🤷🏻‍♀️

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 5th, 2020 @ 17:29

-> fin. Aug. 21st, 2021 @ 22:23

-> edited. Sept. 23rd, 2022 @ ???

You walked down the side of the road, the patter of rain distracting you.

You left your house since your parents were having a screaming fit—as they usually did those days. Ever since your mother told your dad that she didn't love him anymore and that she had already filed for a divorce, the tension in the house had been unbearable. You hadn't thought it would start raining, so you were walking with your hoodie up to cover your hair and face, though it was starting to soak though the fabric and make you cold. Your phone rung, Goodbye (by 2NE1) blaring.

Not bothering to check the caller ID, you answered the call with a scratchy throat: "Hello?" You hummed into the phone half-heartedly, stopping underneath a tree.

"Y/N! Where are you? I heard your parents fighting but when I came over to check on you you weren't in your room—"

"Jisung, what have I told you about going through my window? If my mom finds out she'll kill us!" You scolded him, shaking your head disapprovingly

"Whatever, it doesn't matter! Just come to my house, okay? My mom is cooking dinner for us." You smiled softly, humming before turning around to go to your neighbor's house.

Once there you knocked on the door, a low thud accompanying each knock. Jisung opened the door with an excited smile, the smile slowly fading when he saw how wet you were, lips parted in shock.

“You must be freezing… come inside!" He ushered after a moment, quickly pushing you inside. "One sec, lemme grab you some clothes—" it took only a few seconds for him to arrive back with some of his clothes and a towel. "Go change in my room. Mom should finish with the food in a few minutes." He said, pushing you in the direction of his room.

"Y/N! The food's ready!" Jisung yelled just as you finished pulling one of his hoodies over your head. It had been laying on the ground somewhere, so you might as well, right?

"Y/N! It's so good to see you again!" Mrs. Han said with a welcoming smile, hugging you tightly. You smiled with a laugh, nodding.

"I missed you too, Mrs. Han." You said. "By the way, where's (J/B/N)?"

"Oh, he's away for a business trip—"

"Okay, stop talking about my hyung and come spend time with me," Jisung whined, pulling you away from his mother. You had met Jisung in your shared classes, since you were both music majors at school. You had hit it off with him, and when you found out he was your new next door neighbor, you were practically tied to the hip. You giggled as Jisung over excitedly dragged you to where the food was, holding your hand before stopping you in front of the soup.

"Quickly, take some before I finish it myself—"

"Okay, God. You're so impatient, you know that?" You said with a raised brow, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

"It's why you love me, Y/Nie." He retorted, scrunching his nose cutely. You chuckled, dishing up before heading to the dining room, where you and Jisung ate.

Mr. Han only came back later, having gotten stuck in traffic on his way home from work. He greeted you casually, since it wasn't unusual for you to stay over some nights. Jisung had only ever really stayed over at your house once or twice, since your father had never really liked him. You guessed it must've been because he didn't trust him, but you knew your mother adored Jisung, so you guess that's a plus.

"Y/N, are you done?" Jisung asked, looking up from his phone. You nodded as you took your last bite, finally finishing. You had kept getting distracted your thoughts, so it had taken a while. He smiled at you warmly, getting up with a stretch. You smiled at him gently, the image of his cheeks stuffed with food similar to that of a squirrel stuck in your head. You had told him that it was cute and it's exactly the reason why you had saved him on your phone as 'Squirrel bby🐿'.

"Shall we go to my room, then?"

"Mmm." You hummed, taking his hand and smiling up at him brightly: "가자~"

You were sitting with Jisung on his bed, listening to some songs he had produced, reading the lyrics he had given you. He was watching you nervously, biting his lower lip. It was already around 01:03, so his door had been shut to keep the two of you from waking up his parents.

Noticing the way he was biting his lip, you placed a comforting hand on his knee, patting it gently. He smiled at you softly, playing with your fingers until you finished.

"Wow, Jisung."

"What'd you think? Is it shit?" He asked, eyes flicking from his laptop to your eyes questioningly. You scoffed, hitting his arm.

"Yah! Stop that! It was great! The lyrics and beat are amazing... I love it." You reprimanded him, pouting. He giggled, bubbling with happiness as he leaned back with a hand to his cheek, face turning pink.

Leaning forward he squeezed your cheeks, taking his laptop and paper to put it on his bedside table.

"Aah, thank you, Y/N-ssi!"

You hummed quietly, yawning. He sighed, hitting the sides of his mattress. "차, I'm gonna go grab a mattress for you—"

"What? No, Sungie. You'll wake your parents~"

"But—"

"We can just share a bed, dummy~" Jisung went quiet, looking at you stupidly as you made yourself comfortable in his bed.

“What?" You questioned, wide eyed and cute as ever.

"You're not going to be uncomfortable?" He asked, hesitantly getting comfortable with you. You laughed at him, poking his cheek with a fond smile.

"Of course not! I trust you, Sung-ah. And anyway," You smirked, moving forward to wrap yourself around him, the exact reason why he always referred to you as 'koala'. "You're a very huggable size. We fit together perfectly—" He chuckled at that, slowly wrapping his arms around you. You cuddled further into his chest, a content sigh leaving your lips.

Jisung bit down on his lower lip once more, looking down at the top of your head nervously. Now or never, Jisung!

"Uhm, Y/N?"

"Mmm?" You had closed your eyes. God, he was so warm—

You hadn't cuddled with Jisung all that much, since you usually only watched television at your home, generally playing games when you came over to his place to hang out.

"If I told you I liked you, would you be mad?" He asked quietly, making you look up at him.

You propped yourself on your elbow, eyeing him scrutinizingly. "You're being serious?" You asked, voice soft as you watched him. With a nervous gulp, he nodded, looking at you. When, a minute later, you hadn't yet answered, he cleared his throat, looking away sheepishly.

"It's okay if you don't like me back, I wasn't expecting you to, any—"

Jisung's eyes widened comically, his hand squeezing the side of the covers in all of his shock. You had kissed him to shut him up, your hand on his upper thigh. Slowly, Jisung's eyes fluttered closed, his hand making it's way to cup your cheek gently. His thumb brushed over your skin lightly, sending a tingle down your spine. You pulled away, looking at him expectantly. When he finally re-opened his eyes, he looked at you with his lips parted slightly.

"Does that answer your question..?" You asked with a shy smile, searching his eyes. Not trusting his voice, the boy nodded, watching with a smile as you leaned in again. He put one hand on your waist while you moved to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the tips of his hair, his other hand still cupping your face. A couple more minutes passed while you kissed him, finally pulling away. You watched him lovingly, smiling before resting against his chest, your head tucked under his chin.

He chuckled lovingly at you, holding you to his chest, sliding down the bed some more while still keeping you close.

"I love you." You whispered, making him kiss your forehead with a soft smile. You lifted your head to place a quick kiss to his shoulder, your hands resting idly on his hips.

"I love you more..." He challenged.

You moved back to look at him again, kissing him softly and leaning your forehead against his, lips still lightly brushing over one another:

"I love you most," You whispered.

[lnfours]

Frat!tom makes sure you get home safe after a girls night out, and thinks you look adorably dorky when you're drunk

you're right, anon. say it louder!! frat!tom truly is superior. idc what anyone else says. i also got carried away again and i did something a little different idk how to describe this other than straight up fluff.

LOOK AT HIM!!!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?!?!??!?!?!? IM GOING TO COMBUST.

talk frat!tom to me ;)

it was a saturday night, your friends had convinced you to take a girls night out to the sorority beings they knew girls who could get your group in, and now you were 12 shots of fireball deep and you could tell you were going to feel it tomorrow.

when you told tom your plans for the night, he wasn't mad at all. he knew the girls at kappa and knew you were in good hands, but he still vouched to come get you when it was time to call it a night. and he did, you called and said that you missed him and you wanted to cuddle, his queue that you were done for.

he walked into the party, smiling at the girls as they welcomed him inside. he was friends with a few of the girls beings they were girlfriends of his fellow frat brothers. it didn't take long for him to find you with your group, a red solo cup in your hand as you smiled and danced with them.

you made eye contact with him as he got closer, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tight,"tommy!"

god, he loved that nickname.

"hey, angel." he chuckled, hugging you back as you rocked the both of you back and forth. the smell of your shampoo and your perfume hit him in the face and it was comforting to him. it made him feel at home.

after saying hello to the group, he made small talk with your friends who weren't as wasted as you were. after a while, he leaned down to your ear.

"wanna go grab some pizza?" he asked, knowing food would convince you to walk out the door.

you scrunched your nose up,"had it last night."

"what about chinese? ice cream?" he asked, saying the first things to come to his mind.

your eyes lit up, looking up at him,"ice cream."

he chuckled,"then come on, gotta get there before it's all gone!"

you held up your pointer finger to him, letting him know to give you one more minute. he sighed and rolled his eyes.

"fine, this is how we'll do it."

he pushed in front of you, bidding an 'excuse me' to your friends as he leaned down and picked you up, putting you over his shoulder. you let out a squeal, dropping your cup on the wooden floor.

"tom! put me down!" you giggled.

he turned around to your friends, sending a small smile to them,"have a good night, ladies."

"goodnight." they both managed to laugh out as tom made his way through the party. everyone smiled and chuckled, knowing that you were the only girl tom showed this much care to. they were happy to finally see him in love with someone.

"thomas! put me down!" you yelled, not very sternly, as tom approached the car and placed you back down on your feet. you sat up straight and fixed your hair, smiling because you couldn't ever be mad at him.

"ice cream?" he asked, opening the passenger side door for you to get inside.

you closed the car door, walking over to him and smiling before wrapping your arms around his neck, his finding home on your waist. he looked down at you as you smirked up at him, nose bumping his.

"no ice cream, just you." you smiled. you didn't give him a chance to reply before you kissed him softly. he kissed you back, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek before slowly pulling away.

"i can do that," he moved away from you to open the door again, moving an arm towards the car to signal for you to get in,"your chariot awaits, princess."

"why thank you, my prince." you laughed, kissing him one last time before getting in the car as he closed the door behind you.

[everything-redacted00]

Beach trip<33

(this is a fic about the Damn crew going on a trip to the beach)

Tags: @antipasto-the-theif @no-see-um-incorrect @weepingredwillow @prince-damien-of-darkness @themeridian

(Idk how many words are in this but it’s a lot)

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It was a nice day clear blue skies and nice breeze while freelancer was getting ready

you have 5 minutes! Freelancer heard Gavin yell from the other room

Ok! They yelled back

freelancer grabbed the sunglasses from the dresser placing them on their head a few strands of hair from their bangs falling in their face

are you exited? Freelancer looked in the mirror to see Caelum behind them

yup

you’re nervous. What’s wrong?

Freelancer sighed. It’s just I’ve never showed this much skin in front of them before and Gavin..

there sentence started to trail off

Gavin loves the way you look he’s told me!

really? He said that?

yeah!

Freelancer knew that Gavin liked the way they looked but sometimes the thought they weren’t good enough stirred in the back of their mind

well then there’s no reason for me to be nervous. I got to go Caelum I’ll see you another time ok!

they gave Caelum a hug and blew him a kiss goodbye

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Freelancer walked into the living room of their apartment to find a waiting incubus on the couch

“Damn.” Gavin said as he got up and wrapped his arms around Freelancer’s waist messing with the waist band of their bathing suit

I think this is the only time you won’t find me complaining about clothing covering up that body of yours, this bathing suit really fits you

“thanks.” Freelancer said shyly, a light blush dusting their cheeks

Are you ready to go deviant?

Almost!

Freelancer grabbed the damn t-shirt and a pair shorts they had left out on the couch

now I’m ready! Freelancer said a smile on their face

well let’s get going if we keep Damien waiting he might pop a gasket

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Freelancer and Gavin got in their car and drove over to where Damien said him, Huxley, and Lasko would be waiting

They got to the place and surely a pissed of hot headed fire elemental was waiting along side Huxley and Lasko

You’re late. Open the door

What’s the magic words? Freelancer teased

Fuck you. Open the door. Damien flipped them off

Freelancer flipped him off but unlocked and opened the door

They all helped them get the stuff in the trunk of the car and all agreed to let Damien drive for a bit

Gavin looked around happily as he saw the love of his life have a good time while his other friends were also having a good time even through all of Lasko’s rambling and how hot it seemed to be getting in the car while the air con struggled against Damien heat

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The smell of gasoline made Freelancers nose scrunch

they had all stopped at the local 7/11 to get some snacks and fill up on gas Damien, Huxley, and Lasko had all went inside while Gavin and Freelancer filled up the cars gas outside

Voyeur.

Hmm? Freelancer had been zoned out on something

doesn’t this just bring back the best memories?

yeah great memories like seeing your dick in the first 30 seconds off knowing you

yeah well you didn’t seem to mind, neither did Lasko. Gavin started to smirk

What about me? Lasko asked curiously

oh nothing just thinking of some memories this place brings. Isn’t that right Lasko

it took the air elemental I minute to figure out what he ment but as soon as he did his face burned bright red

o-oh-oh y-yeah

Freelancer gave him a empathetic smile while they took out the gas pump

Huxley came out of the 7/11

as he was putting the snacks in the car Damien came outside and Huxley got a text from Freelancer it said

Do you think I could make Damien mad?

Huxley laughed and texted back

why would you risk you’re life like that?

because I’m cold and it’s funny!!

ok but if you get killed I’m not saving you!

they all got in the car except Freelancer. They waited for the fire element to get in the car he was in the back seat and Gavin was gonna drive

when Damien got in and buckled his seatbelt Freelancer got in and sat on his lap

Hey get off! Now! He started to heat up

hmm no I’m cold and your warming me up. They had a shit eating grin on their face

ughh fine

Damien relaxed a bit surprisingly not seeming to mind Freelancer in his lap

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after a while Freelancer had moved off of Damien and was laying their head on his shoulders

they all stopped at a rest stop bathroom because of Lasko’s weak bladder

Are you almost done? Huxley said waiting patiently while Damien was kinda annoyed

yup! Lasko said coming out of the bathroom. Is everybody else ready to go

they all agreed and got back in the car Freelancer was driving this time.

*about 30 minutes later*

you look like your enjoying yourself deviant

Freelancer had put the sunroof down and was vibing to the music while Gavin had his hand on the roof

That’s because I am. This is the first time in a long time I’ve been this happy. *They take in the moment*. All of you here together having a good time.. it’s nice.

Gavin takes his hand of the roof and graps it around freelancers waist

well I’m happy your having a good time, I am too

he paused for a moment looking behind him at the crew. Normal had scared Gavin before but now it’s his every day he was really happy sitting there in that car with his favorite people

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They had finally gotten to the vacation house after almost 3 hours of driving

Damn this place is huge. Huxley said in amazement

yeah whatever my mom is kinda rich so might as well use it. Damien said while getting their bags out of the car

Well let’s go inside!!

Freelancer had grabbed their bags and started running into the nice house.

they had all settled into their rooms and bye settled I mean they threw their bags on the floor and hopped in bed.

Well you look cozy deviant.

Gavin had walked into their room to find a tired Freelancer all cozied up in their pajamas laying in bed half asleep

I am. *They yawned*. You should really try out this bed it’s surprisingly comfortable

oh trying to get my in bed all ready voyeur? Well you know I can’t turn that down. Gavin said with a chuckle

Not like that you ass just come and cuddle with me please.

ok Freelancer

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It was well into the afternoon and the Damn crew had went out to the beach

Huxley!! You better not drop me!

Huxley put Freelancer on his shoulders and jumped in the water

Freelancer griped onto Huxley for dear life the fall was gonna be a long one considering Huxley’s height

it’s ok bud I won’t drop you

*Freelancer kicked water on Damien’s face*

Hey Asshole!

the group erupted with laughter

Gavin was staring at Freelancer on Huxleys shoulders they were having a good time the knotts in them almost disappearing a mix of ocean water and sweat glistening off their skin and their big smile they were almost glowing

I light blush dusted across Gavin’s face a occurrence that almost never happened but nobody noticed

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They all got out of they water and made their way to an Ice cream shop not to far from where they where

Damien ordered for the group and went to go sit down

here take you’re Ice cream or it’s gonna melt

O-oh ok. The nervous air elemental took his Ice cream

so what else are we gonna do today there is plenty of time left in the day. Gavin said while grabbing his Ice cream

uhhhh

Huxley thought for a minute

Well it’s 4:00 so we could go back to the hotel and swim in the pool for a bit maybe get in the hot tub?

sounds good.

Freelancer you’re gonna get ice cream every where! Damien scolded

the group started laughing at the hot heads motherly like scold towards Freelancer

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It was getting late and the group was in the pool having a good time and Freelancer decided to get out and sit for a minute

they grabbed their towel and sat down admiring their group of friends having fun and relaxing

I’m glad you’ve got friends like them

Freelancer turned around to see Caelum sitting there

what?

well when we first met you were sad because you were lonely and now your happy because you have some amazing friends that really love you and would support you through anything!

yeah. Freelancer sighed in relief as they looked back at their friends and Caelum swears he could feel all their knotts come out in that moment<33

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[silentwillowwhisperer]

i'm working on a fic that doesn't seem quite right and idk why

also tw for blood and gore (idk if i need to add any more tw's)

"It started with the shaking first. He never understood it. His father did though.

Next would be nausea. Sometimes fainting. His father always forced him to eat on days like that. 

It’s gotten better, him being able to hold down on his own. When Shiro found out, neither was pleased. Hypoglycemia. It had a name. Before, all he knew was what it did to him.

Going to space didn’t help. Space goop was okay, but if he went too long sometimes he needed more than the goop to help.

Hunk was next, making sure he had a full stomach no matter what. Lunch? No way in hell was he missing it. Dinner? Training would have to wait. 

Getting stranded certainly didn’t help either. Crashing with only Lance worried him. He knows the other will find him, but how long will they have to go off the minimum? He wasn’t sure.

It started with Coran having to tell them that their Lions wouldn’t be able to pass through the area. A pod was necessary. No, he didn’t like it. But he’d live nevertheless. The flight had been shaky at first. But it had smoothed out, so he let out a pent up breath. Lance talked away beside him for a long time, just filling the air with noise. 

They never got to land the pod. It’s something Keith hates with a vengeance. The alarms went off, his stomach tightening as he turned the pod left, right, to the side, loop. The lasers kept firing. Lance kept yelling, borderline screaming. 

The crash was almost soundless. For him at least. The brief sound of metal against metal, Lance screaming, alarms blaring. Silence followed after. He wasn’t entirely sure he was awake.

Metallic smell, someone sobbing, dull alarms. Ow his head. His arm. His body. Cracking his eyes open, his breaths came in wavers. Lifting his head, he caught a glimpse of Lance. 

“Lance?” He croaked out, voice raspy.

“Oh god Keith you’re awake oh god,” Lance whimpered out, breath coming in rough pants. Blood coated his leg and side, a huge piece of metal buried into his leg. Keith could feel tears prick his eyes, stomach hurling as he saw the bone underneath. “Fuck, how are we…. Where’s….” Lance trailed off, closing his eyes as the metal shifted lightly. 

“I’m…. going to go grab the lasers okay?” Keith’s words came out wobbly, a few tears running down his face. 

“Yeah yeah, just hurry, mullet.” Lance said through gritted teeth. His eyes were scrunched up, the tear stains evident. 

Unbuckling his strap, he wobbled into the halls. It wasn’t easy by far, the pod being almost nose first in the ground. Keith himself didn’t notice the pain in his arm, the pain radiating through his shoulder until he shifted wrong. 

Ducking his head, he hisses breath through his teeth. It felt like eternity until he got to the kit, grabbing the laser cutter. 

Skidding down the hall, he grabbed a strap to slow his fall. Landing in the cockpit, he knelt by Lance. 

“Hey hey Lance keep you’re eyes open okay?” Keith says, hands shaking as he turn the laser in his hand. Lance cracks an eyes, bobbing his head as he finish’s open them. Keith would always love his eyes, one honey brown and one sea blue. 

Fumbling hands grabbed his. “Keith…. Do your best okay?” Lance’s voice wavered, tears dripping down his face. Heart in his throat, Keith couldn’t do anything but nod, pressing a chaste kiss to Lance’s wrist. 

Turning over, he presses a needle into his leg, trying to calm his own breaths. Hopefully the pain relief would kick in soon, and numb the area. 

Next was the wrap. Taking the gauze and setting it aside, he grabbed a bandage and wrapped it tightly over the wound. 

Grabbing the laser cutter, he exhales softly, slowly. Turning it one, it started cutting through the wire like butter. Kieth could feel the sweat on his face, the way his hands shook. 

Thankfully it came free quickly. “Okay okay, you’re free now Lance.” He gave him a shaky smile, trying his best to stay calm. 

The coms flickered on, and Lance leaned over, grabbing his helmet. “Guys?! Oh my god Pidge we need help!” Lance says, both a look of relief and a look of pain on his face. 

It was brief, the relief. Briefly talking with Pidge, he hands over the helmet to Keith. Taking it, Keith exhales as he puts it on his head. “Hey Pidge.”

“Okay Keith, how bad is Lance’s leg?” The other says, and he can hear the others talking in the background vaguely. 

“Bad, I can see bone.” He says in return, keeping pressure on Lance’s leg. 

“Okay I’m going to pass you over to Allura and Shiro, hold on.” They say, voice sounding shaky. 

It took forever, getting to talk to Shiro and Allura, having to amputate his leg. Having to do this alone. Getting them out of there was harder, packing a bag with everything they needed and more. Grabbing both their bayards and grabbing anything medical he needed. 

Ignoring the burning in his arm, he picked Lance up. Making his way out was easier said than done, having to several times slam into something to prevent Lance from hitting anything. 

Getting out, all that was around them was desert. He should be happy. He should feel safe. He doesn’t. 

Making a camp by the ship, he uses what water they do have to gently clean Lance’s wound, breathing calmly. 

Lance woke around what seemed to be mid-night, groaning softly. Keith turned around, violet eyes making contact with the Cuban’s. “Hey.” Was the only word that came from Keith's mouth.

Lance’s eyes were soft, kind of fogged over. Passing him a food goo packet, he hoped to whatever was out there that someone would rescue them soon. 

“It’s gone, isn’t it?” the brunet said, turning the packet around in his hands. Kieth bites down a grimace, turning his head to the side. The sigh from Lance was all he needed, tears slipping past. 

Laying down beside him, he curls around the blue paladin, hoping he can offer a little comfort. As the night grew long and the sun started to rise, he felt a sinking feeling. Danger. Fear. 

Grabbing Lance, he hefts him into his arms, ignoring that horrible burn in favor of ducking around the ship. Keen eyes watched their surroundings, going wide as he saw something swimming across the sand. 

The cold fear in his stomach made him feel sick, holding Lance close as an attempt to protect him. Watching as the thing started eating their ship, his breath hitched. Inching away from the ship until he was a fair distance away, he made as much of a break as he could.

Racing across the sand was tiring with the added weight, his shoulder burning. Lance kept a lookout for anything unusual, Keith's main focus on racing to the cliffs in the distance. Eventually he tired out, going into a walk rather than a sprint. 

The heat beating on them wasn’t as bad as the desert he grew up in. It was minor compared to that. What was getting to him, however, was the shaking and the way the world tilted on occasion. He hated it on a regular day, and today was not the time he needed it. 

Scaling a cliff with an injured Lance was harder than he thought, pain making the journey seem longer. 

“Don’t you dare slip McMullet.” Lance says, resting his head against Kieths shoulder. 

A brief scoff from the darker haired, “Such confidence in me. Don’t worry, we’re not going to fall.”

The tremble in his limbs threatened otherwise, but he refused to let it happen. An hour of climbing and he finally hit the top, his pants coming out rougher than before. The hike down the hill was something else too, trembling limbs threatening to spill him onto the ground. He made it though, resting Lance against the entrance of the cave and going inside with his bayard. 

After making sure the cave was clear he came back, handing Lance a packet of food. “Here, we need to keep up our strength.” the words felt weak, but he offered a smile. 

“Yeah, we do.” Lance took the packet, smiling at him. Kieth idly noticed the blush across his face, making a mental note to hide Lance from the sun more. He didn’t want him overheating. 

“I think I saw smoke aways away while you were climbing, could we check that out tomorrow?” Lance’s eyes watched the red paladin closely, smiling as he nodded. The smile didn’t slip past Kieth, who gave his own smile in return. 

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful, a relief to both of them. Both had slept as well as they could, which wasn’t very well. The nerves in his stomach wouldn’t leave him, an anxious energy running through him the entire time. 

Carrying Lance with an injured shoulder was hard for him. But he managed, they had to find somewhere safe to rest at one point. It always seemed to get harder when the other was pressed closer to him. He blamed the sun for the flush. 

It took most of the day to get to the area the smoke came from, cliffs making the pathway jagged and narrow. Several times Kieth swore with a vengeance, having nearly dropped Lance. It didn’t get any better from that point. Pain had flared in his arm far too many times for his satisfaction.

Settling down in another cave for a while, Kieth kept guard as Lance slept. The moon wasn’t really colored like earths. Bright blues and pink clashed above to make an array of colors, lighting the landscape. 

Unfortunately, it also complimented Lance’s face greatly. The soft blue adding to the brown hair, pink blush across his cheek. It added well to the curve of his lips as well. Jerking, Kieth whips his head away, violet eyes wide. No no no, he could not be having these thoughts right now. 

Yet his gaze was drawn to the Cuban yet again, violet eyes mesmerized by the view before him. It took a long time before he could be bothered enough to sleep, both anxiety nagging at him and the urge to witness how peaceful Lance was. The decision was made for him when his eyes drooped shut, mind falling into an almost soundless sleep. Screams echoed off the walls, down the path, feeling like it was tearing apart his head. Run, run, run. Up, down, sideways. Roll, duck, hit the panel. Racing down the tunnels. Shiro! Screams! No! Move! He didn’t move! No! Pain pain pain! Bad! No! Lance! Move move move! No! Up up up! Over, sideways, run run run! Up! Down! No! Hunk! Move! Shit! Down down down! Over! Run run run! Ow ow ow! 

Panting, running, racing down the halls. Ow, pain. Numb. Gone. Gone, gone, gone. Worthless. Never good enough. Didn’t do enough. His fault. Always his fault. Always left behind. Always abandoned. 

He didn’t wake until Lance dragged him to the side, holding him close and whispering words. He couldn't quite tell what he was saying, the words ringing over his ears."

idk if it's my writing style or what it is that's wrong with it : (

Links! Hi! I'm so sorry I left this sitting in my ask box for so long, I've been out of the groove for a bit, but I'm back and now we can talk about your writing.

Ok I just looked up hypoglycemia, and I know what it is now.

I think this is mostly a matter of what's bothering you here.

For example, if you think it's your tone of voice, what about it? One thing I've noticed about reading/writing angst, no matter what character we're talking about, is that too much gets heavy and difficult to read. I think some people (including me sometimes) decide that 'angst' means that the character must constantly be weighed down and heavy and stormy and everything has to feel kind of inescapable. That can be good for some scenes, but for a one-shot like this (about 2000 words) the only way to lighten it up is to make it longer and include lighter elements before and after the scene, or change to plot up a bit within this. (ex. we have a scene where comfort/support is offered and discussed with Keith and we let some emotions like hope or fleeting content creep in)

I do think the little bit at the end kinda shows this, at least letting Keith see some light before it gets dark again. (Sorry about my description words, I'm not sure if my dark/light/heavy concept is confusing or not)

Maaaaaybe try inserting some dry humor? Keith is a great character to use that on, but also Lance would never pass up the chance to make a stupid joke or pick up line while Keith suffers in his distress. (Make your reader laugh through their tears, 3 times out of 5, it pisses people off and I find it kinda funny.)

As for writing style, no one but you can really be the judge of that, because things like art and writing style are really objective.

Think of it like this: You know how sometimes you'll get a teacher that everyone loves but on your first meeting you trip up and do something stupid and tick them off and now you never want to show your face again and you live in perpetual fear of the 'such a fun teacher' for the rest of your life? (It's not just me, right??)

But the point is, maybe you dislike this piece of writing, but it's probably better than you think it is.

I'm gonna make this about me for a second, but hush because I have a point.

I started this blog a little less than a year ago now (it's been that long??) and I did it because I wanted to write but not be too worried about what other think of my work. Honestly, I think the best way to go in this situation is to just hit post and wait. The people on tumblr are so amazingly sweet, so you wont get hate for anything. I, for one, really like what you wrote, so deal with it.

Wait goshdangit I got sentimental, I'm sorry, I can't turn that off. Aghhhh and I was doing so GOOD at being objective. Yeah, just read through this and pick out the bits you want to listen to, or just ignore me entirely, whatever is fine.

Have a great day!

[dontfeeltoohot]

Here to copy/paste the thought I texted you about 🤣 ~ KB

So y’know how like sometimes for tv shows or movies like actors will have to pretend to be sick or pretend to sneeze or whatever

Jamie’s doing a scene where he has to fake it. But JQ is acting opposite him and is actually sick and keeps fucking up the takes. And it’s like he’s gotta pretend to be well

Idk something about the star difference of JQ tryna keep his shot together while Jamie’s pretending to be sick and the the directors like “CUT” and they both immediately switch

“Christ, Joe,” Jamie frowns as the other man gives what can only be described as a miserably sick sounding sniffle. “Where’d you pick this bug up?”

“I don’t-snf! don’t kndow,” the younger man swipes at his nose, scrunching it up in the process.

“The irony of me being sick in the scene we’re shooting today,” the blonde tuts, pressing a large handed palm to the curly haired man’s just barely pink cheeks.

They’ve been filming all week for their upcoming movie. Cliche as it was, when Jamie’d heard his best friend was auditioning, well…he might have sent in a tape to the casting director. Three months later both he and Joe were getting calls that they’d nabbed the roles- lovers facing the harsh realities of being out in the 1990’s. It’s a smaller film made by a smaller crew, but they’re all banking on it heading to Sundance due to the theme.

The scene they’re filming today has Jamie in bed, ill and miserable while Joe takes care of him. The older of the two wishes it were the other way around, what with Joe looking like he could play his role perfectly. Both heading into hair and makeup, he can’t help but nod along when a few of the artists comment on how sick the man looks.

“I’m okay, really,” he assures, and Jamie snorts quietly from the other end of the long table.

“That’s why you sound like you’ve been yelling for hours and like you can’t breathe, of course, how silly of us.”

“It’s really n-not thahht bad,” Joe sniffles wetly, and Jamie can already see the crease between his eyebrows drawing, can see the man’s eyes start to flutter as he brings his hand up to his mouth and nose. “hh’IKTSHiew!”

“Bless y-“

“H’aeTSCHiew!”

“-ou.”

“snfsNF! Ugh, sorry, thank you love,” Joe directs towards his makeup artist for the day, Megan, as he drops his hand.

Jamie bites his lip and refrains from mother hen-ing Joseph about how he should sneeze into his arm or his shirt or something other than his hand. Instead, he tilts his face for better access, Lauren starting to work on making him appear paler.

It doesn’t take too terribly long for them to get on set and placed where they should be in the bedroom. Jamie’s in a matching set of striped red pajamas, a soft blue blanket draped around his shoulders. Joe’s in a white polo and black, unbuttoned, heavyweight shirt and jeans. He knows the other man wishes they could swap. Jamie lays against the bed, trying to get in the mindset of someone ill, trying to force himself to believe his throat’s sore, that his face feels too warm bc his body feels too cold.

Joseph is talking to Bryan, their director, coughing and sniffling the entire time. Jamie watches, knowing that soon he really will be coming down with something too. There’s no way to avoid the germs when they’re supposed to be cuddling and kissing. If Joe’s voice is too obvious, even with the meds and tea he’s been downing all morning, maybe they’ll wait a day or two.

The first three takes are mostly used for different blocking, camera angles and suggestions mostly towards Jamie about seeming a little more pouty. He cringes inwardly, always one to find pouty sick people annoying. They start up again.

“Darling, do we have more tea?” Jamie calls out, altering his voice well enough it sounds congested and like his throat’s sore. Joe pops his head into the room, leaning against the door frame.

“You’ve already finished your first?”

Jamie nods and lays his puppy dog face on thick. He goes to cough, but the other man beats him to it, letting out a shallow, barking cough that most of the crew winces at. Jamie itches to rub his back and whisper that he’ll be ok.

The next take, they get through seven seconds before Joe’s sneezing, trying to muffle it as best he can. Another take. Another cut. The cycle repeats itself, until they finally get further and further along.

“But I need you to warm me up, a blanket isn’t enough,” Jamie pouts, tugging on Joe’s shirt.

Joe chuckles, and the elder can see his eyes are bright with fever.

“Oh, well if you insist. You’re lucky you’re so charming when you’re so full of cold, or I’d be running for it,” Joe lays back and brings Jamie into his arms, while the taller of the two fake coughs into his arm, sniffling after. They kiss, and Jamie can feel the curly haired man’s nose twitch.

They’re almost done when Joe, who’s been fighting off an obvious fit, can’t tamper it down any further, and he presses his hands to his face. Jamie raises ever so slightly as Joe’s chest expands with air, then moves so he’s not completely against him.

“HIkSH’ew! EhhITSCHiew! snfsnf! ihiYKSh’uhew! aiGKTSch’EW!”

“Bless you,” Jamie murmurs, looking at the man worriedly.

“Cut! Okay, let’s take a few minutes to regroup…”

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

Yoshi “Boyfriend Headcanons”

Hyunsuk // Jihoon // Yoshi // Junkyu // Mashiho // Jaehyuk // Asahi // Yedam // Doyoung // Haruto // Jeongwoo // Junghwan //  

- I want to be best friends with this man

- so bad

- i can’t even explain i just think we’d really really get along well 

- he is just so fun!!!

- Now for Yoshi’s type

- Yoshi would like someone creative

- maybe a little shy

- but not scared to speak up when they feel the need

- someone who dresses cozy 

- and has a very warm energy

- he finds the approachability very attractive

- someone he immediately gets the feeling he can be comfortable with

- someone who feels creative

- now for a first date

- i think he would want to do something interactive 

- creative

- maybe a pottery class

- (also an excuse to have another date to paint the pottery later on)

- I think he would really enjoy it

- the making something together

- he also gets to see how your creativity works 

- and gets fun ideas about projects you can do together

- he cracks alot of jokes

- and you guys talk alot while creating your masterpieces

- really getting to know eachother while crafting

- he isn’t touchy (the clay prevents that too) 

- but he catches himself looking at you as your working

- a little fascinated with you

- that cat like grin on his face

- it’s very comfortable

- like you were just hanging out with a friend

- which is incredibly nice

- not too mention the times you catch him looking at you 

- making him blush a little bit

- your own cheeks heating up too

- maybe after you guys would go get a coffee (or tea, or whatever) 

- talk a little more before going home

- I don’t think he’d actively try to kiss you

- maybe if the moment is truly right 

- but i think he would save it for maybe a second date

- might kiss your cheek the first day 

- which oddly enough flusters you more

- but for the second date 

- the kiss?

- it’s so gentle

- Yoshi’s lips are incredibly soft and gentle against yours

- hand holding your cheek 

- while the other goes to hold your hand

- this is how kisses normally are with him 

- he’s just so sweet and gentle 

- however he also just has moments where he tackles you

- and peppers your face in kisses

- everyone in Treasure is cuddly 

- Yoshi is no exception 

- he’s incredibly touchy once you’re in an established relationship

- laying on you

- kissing your cheeks

- having you lay on him 

- always a hand holding yours

- YOSHI LOVES HAND HOLDING 

- idk why i just think he does

- He isn’t reliant on physical affection though

- so if you aren’t into it that much

- it’s okay

- He’s very fond of just laying his head on you

- when you guys watch movies and stuff

- loves to kiss the crown of your head

- and likes it when you kiss his forehead too

- Arguments with Yoshi

- they are scarce

- don’t happen often 

- when he gets frustrated

- he scrunches his nose to try and hold it back

- which is secretly cute and you have to hold back smiling when he does it

- he jokingly yells at the members during arguments

- but he would never raise his voice at you 

- doesn’t want to take a breather inbetween

- wants to discuss everything through and through right away 

- wants to have a full fledged conversation with you 

- understand why you both are feeling the way you are

- it’s very important to him that you make amends right away

- he likes making sure everything is okay before even trying to leave the room 

- Yoshi apologises through touches and words

- hugging you 

- whispering ‘i’m sorry’s’

- he also likes gift giving as apologies

- nothing big or anything 

- something small 

- your favorite snack 

- something along those lines

- just something small as a token he’s thinking about you

- When Yoshi is upset

- he gets emotional

- likes to transfer this into creative outlets

- like drawing

- or producing

- it’s not necessarily wanting you to hold him or comfort him 

- but maybe just sit in the room with him

- work on your own thing while he works with you

- he’ll slowly start talking to you

- involving you in what he’s doing 

- and why he’s doing it

- letting you know what’s upset him 

- just wants you to listen 

- and provide headpats when he needs them 

- whenever you’re upset

- Yoshi does anything and everything to keep your mind off of it

- He doesn’t need to know what’s exactly wrong 

- but he needs to know what he can do to help

- looks at you with that pout of his 

- as you talk to him about it

- he does this thing and it makes you smile

- stroking your cheeks while talk 

- it’s calming 

- and it makes you smile when you’re having a hard time 

- not to mention his cute face constantly nuzzling against yours

- Like I mentioned before

- Yoshi is such a creative guy

- I think he would love to just have painting days

- taking huge canvases and just having fun

- painting whatever 

- or just doodling together when bored

- building lego too

- you’re most definitely a muse of his

- You guys go to art museums and exhibits too

- taking a bunch of aesthetic pictures 

- It’s fun to see him in these settings because art really inspires him 

- it’s fun to see

- Another thing you both love to do

- is shopping 

- i don’t think this comes as a surprise

- Yoshi is very in love with fashion

- I think he would love to style you 

- or have you style him 

- loves going to vintage, second hand and thrift stores 

- loves finding unique pieces for you both to share

- and the overall vibes of those stores

- feels all lovey dovey with you places like these

- hugging you from behind when your browsing through racks of clothes

- your biggest supporter of fashion

- Bedtime with Yoshi

- a little clingy in bed

- not scared to be little spoon

- loves it actually

- the feeling of you hugging him from behind

- your face pressing into his back

- loves snuggling under a bunch of blankets with you

- and a lot of pillows

- very comfortable

- also just likes sleeping facing eachother

- hugging

- holding hands

- Like I said quite clingy when it comes to night time cuddling

- Yoshi and jealousy

- He gets jealous

- he doesn’t like seeing you with other guys

- but you don’t need to know that

- he’ll keep it to himself 

- because he knows it’s his mind making him think that

- not that you would actually do anything

- so he’ll pout and scrunch his nose from a distance

- but won’t do much towards you 

- he won’t let you know 

- he’ll deal with it on his own

- because he never doubts you 

- only himself and the other guy

- alright!!!

- kids look away 

- biiiiigggg switch 

- Yoshi loves kissing you

- kissing you everywhere

- down your body 

- Love LOVe LOVES giving oral 

- could go down on you for days

- is absolutely obsessed with the way you taste

- not to mention your face when you’re cumming on his tongue

- it drives him nuts

- he’s just obsessed with making you cum multiple times

- Yoshi also loves fucking you in his clothes

- sweater of his???

- yes

- maybe even thigh highs underneath 

- god he can’t help himself

- i think he would like fucking your thighs

- and is absolutely obsessed with watching you

- put on a little show for him 

- touching yourself while he watches

- points if you’re wearing the above mentioned outfit

- Yoshi isn’t scared to get vocal either

- speaks to you

- dirty talk 

- making you look at him as he fucking you 

- or going out of his way to place his lips by your ear 

- making sure you can hear him 

- one of the reasons he likes spooning so much 

- so he can talk to you 

- he also isn’t scared to get a little risky 

- having sex while other members are home

- he likes the thought of being caught 

- but not actually being caught

- also very into lazy sex

- like midnight cuddling 

- turned makeout

- turned fucking 

- Aftercare

- alot and alot of cuddling

- he’ll bury his face into your neck 

- would like for you to pet his head

- and he would like to just pet your face and hair 

- look at you as you guys talk 

- might even get a little inspired and whip out a notebook 

- while still cuddling

- you’ll catch him playing with your hands 

- still just listening to chat about everything and nothing at the same time

- makes sure you both are really comfy before trying to go to sleep

- the pillows are extra fluffy

- the blankets extra soft 

- and the lights in his room are dimmed enough 

- it’s just very soft afterwards

- very dependant on physical touch afterwards 

- like I believe all the members are

- is touching you at all times after sex

- all in all

- a relationship with Yoshi reminds me of fall 

- it’s warm 

- and cozy 

- it’s comfortable

- you are never scared to express yourself to eachother 

- it’s a relationship that feels like your favorite sweater

A/N: Writing for Yoshi is so comfortable, I enjoy it so much. Let me know what you guys think!!!

[saint-cichol-is-watching]

Could you do Dia’s reaction to S/O cryin?

So this was made on my phone and very quickly since somehow I felt a spur of inspiration so it might be a bit funky or maybe totally funky idk lol and maybe a bit ooc tbh but it's been a while since I've really been involved in the fandom so I hope you'll like it anyway

Diavolo always told himself he wanted to see every expression you could make.

He wanted to see your face light up as you saw something that made you happy, he wanted to see your nose scrunch up as you felt disgust towards something, he wanted to see your eyes widen as you felt fear and he wanted to see your eyebrows lower in vulnerable frown as you hid behind him. At one point he even told himself that he wanted to see you cry. And, oh, did he came to regret that very thought, he regretted it so very deeply.

When he slammed open the door of his room, joyfully calling out your name, excited to spend the evening by your side, and instead of finding you beaming back at him he saw you curled at the feet of the bed crying your eyes out he felt his heart drop all the way to his stomach.

If there was a quicker way to break his heart well he sure hadn't found it. Seeing you like that, face puffy, eyes red, cheeks bathing in tears, mouth open wide as you tried your best to breath it was tearing him apart. Having heard him enter the bedroom, you desperately tried to keep your weak legs against your chest in a attempt to make you look smaller hoping that, like that, he wouldn't notice you. He wouldn't see you in such a state.

But he did.

And for a few seconds, that, to both of you felt like hours, he was stuck in his place unable to move, unable to avert his eyes from your trembling figure.

"MC!" he suddenly yelled as he rushed towards, falling down to his knees next to you his arms immediately engulfing you in a hug "My sunshine! What happened?" He murmured into your ear tightening his hold around your shoulders trying desperately to stop you from trembling.

His voice wasn't the same. It wasn't his usual booming tone, for the first time since you had met him he wasn't a second a way from laughing his lungs out. His voice was calm, it was barely a murmur tingling your ear, shaking ever so slightly as worry and anger started to flood his large body. Like the calm before the storm.

Whoever did this to you, to the ray of sunshine in his life that he longed for all his life. They were going to pay. All the kindness inside his body suddenly had gone away trying to imagine the face of that wretched someone who put you into this state. He could feel it, and you could too and you could too: he was only a second away to transform back into his demon form.

"MC tell me who did this to you" he said in such a cold tone it send shivers down your spine "tell me and I'll call Lucifer right away, he'll make this right again"

He felt your mouth weakly move against his chest trying to tell him something that he couldn't quite catch on. He asked you to repeat and taking a deep breath you finally spoke.

"No!" You repeated firmly.

"But MC you must understand!" He almost yelled at you pushing you away from him and holding firmly onto your shoulders to look at you square in the face hoping you were joking.

"Diavolo nobody did this to me. I'm just sad that's all" you said.

He could swear he felt he felt something crack inside of him. You were sad. Just sad you said. But to him you feeling sad just like so with no one to blame this sorrow on, it felt even worse. Do all humans felt like that? He wondered. Do they just feel sad all of sudden to the point of putting yourself in such a state.

"Please my love tell me what to do..." he said weakly looking earnestly into your eyes "I don't know what to do"

You looked at his face and immediately saw it :

A tear. Rolling down his cheek, soon followed by another, and another, and another, until his entire face was bathing in his own tears. And this time it was time for your heart to break in pieces. Did seeing you sad could make him cry like that as well?

And the realization came crashing. You had never seen Diavolo cry before, and honestly before that you couldn't have possibly imagined him cry, he always seemed so in control. Yes a bit childish and yes quite happy-go-lucky sometimes but he always seemed to have everything calculated inside his head.

Finally feeling the strength flooding back in your legs, possibly, no, surely because of the surge in of love and empathy you felt towards your lover. You stood on your knees and waddled closer to him. Positioning yourself in front of him you reached out your hands and placed them on both of his cheek, and with your thumbs you wiped away the tears.

"You don't have to anything Diavolo" you whispered "You don't have to anything... just stay with me okay?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck embracing as hard as you could, burying your head in his neck and letting your left hand roam all the way to his hair.

"That I can do" he chocked on a sob, letting his arm wrap around your waist and his head find it's place in your neck.

He really hated seeing you cry.

[pr0dbeomgyu]

8 + Beomgyu thank you!

8. “ just listen, real closely, all right. and stop laughing. "

pairing: bestfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader

prompts here

a/n: 🥺 thank you for requesting this, tbh i rlly hoped someone would req this prompt for beomgyu. and you did!! so you're my fav, anon! ily ♥️ i hope you enjoy it and maybe squeal like how i did while writing this

y/n's at beomgyu's house, game controllers on each of her and beomgyu's hands. this is a normal occurence to her, coming over to his house invited or not invited at least 3 times weekly. she knew every inch of the house, maybe she could even notice if there's a new crack in the walls. considering her 10-year friendship with him, it was only natural, she thought.

both of them were playing as if their lives were on the line, occassionally yelling and pushing each other by the shoulder. she kicked him in the shin when he messed up with the joysticks of her controller, making him yelp in pain as he dramatically rolled down to the floor in front of her.

y/n looked over at him, he's still lying on his back, eyes closed. rolling her eyes at his antics, she nudged him with her toes.

"stop being dramatic, a kick in the shin cant even cause death,"

"why are we even best friends?" he glared at her.

"idk, maybe cause im the only one who wants to be friends with you,"

"i dare u to say that again,"

and she did.

the next thing she knew, he was tickling her sides, making her lose balance. both of them laughed when he fell on top of her on the couch, his hand still tickling her until she felt like she cant breathe anymore.

somewhere in between while y/n was still laughing, beomgyu had stopped tickling, his hands moved to each side of her head. his long hair was dangling down at her, making him look rather surreal.

she saw his facial expression changed into a serious one,

"what's wrong now,"

"i have something to tell you,"

suddenly she felt all nervous. how could she not? the boy she had been crushing on for 5 years is looking at her intensely, not to mention how close their faces are? she could almost feel his breath fanning on her face. she let out a laugh out of habit(she always did this when she gets too nervous), and looked at everywhere and anywhere other than beomgyu's eyes.

beomgyu found himself smiling at the sweet sound of her laugh, adoring the features of her face; how her nose scrunched and her eyes crinkled.

it was indeed very endearing when he realised how nervous she is. he held her chin gently with his thumb and pointer finger, making her meet his eyes.

“ just listen, real closely, all right. and stop laughing. " he said softly.

he finally continued after y/n's laughter dies down.

"i know we've been friends for 10 years and i shouldnt be feeling this, but i really like you, y/n. remember that time when i went away for the exchange student program? i learned it the hard way that i cant live without you," he confessed, making her feel warm all over.

"really? hmm let me see, well i really like you too, beomgyu. i've been so in love with you for years but you're too blind to see. even taehyun the anti-romantic could see through me," you teased, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

beomgyu wrapped his arms around y/n as he delicately cupped y/n's face, thumbs caressing them ever so lightly, making her lean into his touch.

"im so lucky to know you, y/n," he whispered into her ear, taking her hand towards his lips to place soft kisses on her knuckles.

[lovely-angst]

hi! how r u? I heard u were looking for ideas so I thought of this small fluff idea where its like a meet-cute on the bus or wherever but yk how sometimes u see someone & u really want them to talk to u or u wanna talk to them bc they just seem really interesting? bakugou kinda feels that way when he sees the reader but he's a little shy so when they get off the bus or just leave, he blurts out 'wait!' w/ no idea of what else to say & he's really flustered (idk u can go from there but yeah :))

a/n: a little short but sweet! <3 thanks for sending this in!!

genre: fluff

pairing: bakugou x reader

summary: bakugou hates riding the bus, but one day a cute stranger decides to fill up the empty seat beside him and he couldn’t help but want to get to know them

word count: 1.2k

04.05.2021

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It was another one of those rare occasion days where Bakugou had to take the bus home. He disliked the thought of being surrounded by people and germs in a confined space.

But unfortunately for him, the weather was grimly and wet and Bakugou would have walked home if he had remembered to grab his umbrella on the way out. So here he was, arms crossed in annoyance as he sat in the packed bus, waiting for his stop.

People came and went with each stop and by the second stop, the seats were full except for the one beside him. It was probably due to the growing scowl on his lips.

He was too busy glancing out the window, waiting for his stop to notice you approach the empty seat beside him quietly. It wasn’t until your school bag had brushed against his leg that he turned to check out the scene.

And was he pleasantly surprised.

There you sat beside him, just a few inches away as he took in the beauty of this complete stranger. He wasn’t one for wanting to get to know people, but for some odd reason, you had caught his attention.

The more he observed you, the more he wondered why he was so interested in the first place? Was it the way that your gentle perfume that matched you so well and that it seemed to pull him in?

He was too busy figuring you out that he didn’t see you turn towards him. “Sorry about that,” you said with a gentle smile as you moved your bag away. Your voice snapping him out of his trance before he turned his head away and back to the view outside that seemed so dull compared to you.

But just as quick as his daydream came, his daydream left. After a short five minute ride to the next stop, you grabbed your bag and stood up. And just when Bakugou thought he couldn’t have found you so alluring, there was a little All Might key chain attached to your bag’s zipper.

Maybe he’d have to try taking the bus more often now. - “Huh? You’re taking the bus again? The weather’s amazing today though!” Kirishima exclaims as he watches his friend pack his bag before the two of them head over towards UA’s main gates. “Just didn’t feel like walking in this heat,” Bakugou grumbles, standing beside the bus stop.

“Whatever you say, see you tomorrow!” Bakugou watches as Kirishima skips away before glancing over at his phone to check the time.

Could the bus come any slower?

It wasn’t until he found himself sitting in the same spot as the day before was when he began questioning himself. All this for a girl you’ve only seen once? Get a grip! And his pep talk almost worked until he saw you getting on the bus, watching as you scanned for empty seats.

He could feel himself grow excited at the thought of you sitting beside him once more. But before you could get a chance to spot the empty seat beside him, some lame extra swiped that offer before you could as they plopped themselves down in the seat.

Bakugou wanted to yell as the seat beside him was suddenly taken over by someone other than you. He watched as you took a seat towards the front of the bus instead.

This is why he hated taking the bus. Maybe he had hit a streak of bad luck, he thought, staring out the window once more, watching as they neared your stop. And once they arrived at your stop, his red eyes glanced over towards you to see you getting up with your bag.

Only for your All Might key chain to fall off your bag without you noticing. Bakugou sat up straighter as he watched you walk away without a clue and before he could think about his options, he was already out in the aisle picking up the key chain.

Beeping his bus card, he jumped off the bus with a shout, “wait!” And when you turned around and noticed the key chain in his hand with your eyes widened. “Thank you so much!” you cried as you ran over, allowing him to place the key chain in your hands.

“You had to get off the bus early because of me. Let me at least pay you back for the rest of the fee,” you try, but Bakugou stops you.

“I usually walk home anyway, so it’s fine,” he says quietly, trying to repress the blush forming on his cheeks and you couldn’t help but smile at him. “Is that why I’ve never really seen you on the bus before?”

Bakugou raises a brow at you—you’ve noticed?

“You never ride the bus, so seeing you two days in a row is quite rare,” you say, looking to the side in deep thought, something Bakugou had found rather adorable. “I better get going. I have to catch my train! See you tomorrow maybe!” turning on your heel, you give him a wave before heading off towards the train station.

He hated riding the bus, but if it meant he could continue having these interactions with you, maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Bakugou didn’t continue riding the bus daily, but he did try to ride once or twice a week. But those days that he did decide to ride the bus were so worth it every time your face lightened up when you saw him. 

“Bakugou! You’re on the bus today!” you chirp happily as you quickly sat down beside him, leaning into him happily. “I feel like it’s been so long!”

It didn’t help that you were so close to him, closer than you normally would be. Feigning annoyance, Bakugou gently pushed your face away with a sigh, “It’s only been two days.

Your eyes glanced up at him with a quirky smile, “Yeah, but didn’t these two days feel like forever?”

And it made Bakugou lock up. You just seemed to know what to say to get him to freeze. He could feel that familiar blush rise up against his cheeks as you stared up at him cheekily. 

“To you maybe,” he retorts, earning a small pout from you. “Say what you want, but I know you’re lying,” he watches the way you scrunch your nose before pointing a finger at him accusingly. “You could have walked today and yet, here you are.”

Checkmate.

Your smile widened as you watched the man beside you go silent. His cheeks turning a lovely rosy color as he frowned out the window, trying to ignore your comment.

Just once you thought you had got him, Bakugou turns to face you with the most handsome smug look as he nears you, “Only for you, sweetheart.”

You jumped back with a look of shock before heat rises up to your cheeks and thankfully, it was already your stop. You shoot him a quick goodbye before scurrying away, leaving Bakugou alone with your empty seat. 

When the doors finally closed and the bus continued on, was when Bakugou broke into a flustered mess. He was starting to get too bold with you.

These next few rides were going to be interesting.

[lovetorn]

secret santa — chains!au [dream]

Dream x Fem!Reader Chains!AU — original fic here

Chains!AU masterlist

Summary: Secret Santa with the OT4. 

Warnings: as always, a lot of swearing, & some steamy sections but nothing too hot. 

Word Count: 3.6k+

A/N: AHHH ITS FINALLY HERE!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! AND HAPPY HANUKKAH TO ANYONE WHO CELEBRATES IT!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND LOVE THIS AS MUCH AS I DO!!!

The letter from Technoblade was extremely vague. He had ordered for a meeting as soon as possible and seeing as it was a week until Christmas, his employees dreaded the occasion. 

Y/n, George, Sapnap and Dream dragged their feet towards the entrance of Techno’s mansion. The vast white house took up most of one’s eye line, with the building’s tall white pillars signalling the importance of the man who lived there. Sapnap wore a permanent pout on the journey there and continued to do so until the group stood in the elegant ballroom in the middle bottom floor of the mansion. 

“If we get yelled at, I’m leaving.” George threw Sapnap a bored look, silently telling him to shut up as the last of their associates entered. Techno was nowhere to be seen, as usual, but the anticipation—dread—of knowing the situation, had Dream on edge. He was more snappy than normal and he wore a hard expression that not even Y/n could crack. 

“It’s Christmas, what the fuck could he possibly want?” Dream spat, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/n peered at him and placed her hand on his bicep. The touch made Dream snap his head towards her, his eyes slightly softening at the sight of her. “Sorry.”

Y/n shook her head, “It’s okay to be angry.” Dream dragged the side of his mouth between his teeth in annoyance. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused the room to fall silent. 

“You’re probably wondering why I called you here this close to Christmas.” Techno’s deep voice bounced off the walls. The statement made George, Sapnap and Dream nod exaggeratedly. 

“I suppose I’ll get on with it then; I’ve decided to host a Secret Santa for Techno Industries this year!” At the sound of nothing life-threatening, Dream’s eyes widened. His head on a swivel, he looked at Y/n and then the boys. His mouth had fallen open and the outline of a smile began forming on his cheeks. The rare sight of Dream grinning in Techno’s presence was satisfying; who would’ve guessed something as trivial as Secret Santa would break his streak of sternness during in these meetings. 

“I have already picked out your partners, so check your phones for the person you’ll be buying for,” It was exceptionally out of character for Techno to be so joyful, but perhaps the holiday season had brought his spirits up. “Have a great evening, everybody! Happy Christmas! And Happy Hanukkah for those who celebrate it!” 

The high-pitched dings of phone notifications prompted everybody to check them. Fishing her phone from her purse, Y/n looked at the screen, Sapnap. A smile broke out across her face as she looked around the group. 

She met George’s gaze, who also wore a grin. Looking at Dream and then Sapnap, she realised they were all beaming. She furrowed her eyebrows quickly when all four of them were eyeing each other, knowing something was up.

“Tell me, Y/n, did you happen to get someone in this group?” Sapnap asked, his smile growing even more when she nodded. “I did too,” Dream said, followed by George, “Yeah same.” 

“Guys! We got each other! Almost looks like it was rigged.” Sapnap‘s eyebrows raised whilst a smirk etched its way on his face. 

George eyeballed him, “Sapnap, how did you know this was even happening? Anyway, that defeats the entire purpose of secret Santa in the first place. How did you even manage to do this?” Sapnap scrunched his face up, “So many questions and no answers! A magician never reveals his secrets. Plus, nobody actually cares, Georgie; get a life.” 

A look of confusion and irritation crossed George’s face as he threw his hands up. Dream stifled a laugh with his fist and Y/n smiled softly, not wanting to annoy George further. 

“Anywho… who got me?”

y/n, i need your help.  idk what to buy dream.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she received the messages from Sapnap. She set down the bowl she held in the kitchen of the team’s penthouse apartment in San Diego and picked up her phone to respond. 

your problem. 

Reading her text, Sapnap groaned out loud and falsely cried; he knew if he was loud enough, somebody would come to his aid. He sat on his bed in his room, the clock ticking mockingly in the background. He spun around to scowl at it before he was startled by Dream—wrong person!

“What’s wrong now, Snapmap?” Dream asked. The younger boy stilled and turned back to see the older boy standing in the doorway. “N-Nothing!”

Dream furrowed his eyebrows, “Has this got to do with the present thing?” Sapnap nodded stiffly. The breeze from the open window drifted through the room and Sapnap begged for something outside to distract Dream. 

“Well, I can probably help you, who have you got?” Dream walked to the bed where Sapnap sat. “George?” His answer sounded more like a question as Dream’s face scrunched in confusion. Sapnap’s paranoid essence told Dream not to push any further, but he found the situation at hand funnier than it should've been. 

“I’ve got George.” Sapnap reddened and shot up from his spot. “I gotta go.” 

Dream watched his friend rush out of the room, a lopsided smile made its way onto his face. He glanced out of the window, the birds flying past distracting him for a moment before he snorted a laugh and made his way downstairs. 

—

“I fucked it, he knows I don’t have George, because he does!” Sapnap rambled to Y/n quietly in the kitchen. Y/n tried her best not to giggle at his panic and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, Sapnap. Clay’s not smart enough to figure it out himself.” 

“Hey!” Sapnap’s eyes widened at the sound of Dream’s voice and threw his hand up at Y/n before he exited. 

“What’s this about me not being smart?” Dream sounded hurt, but the grin on his face told otherwise. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Really?” “Mhmm.”

Dream folded his lips between his teeth as he approached Y/n from his place in the doorway. “Something tells me, you’re lying.” 

Y/n shook her head as Dream’s hands ran over her hips. She bit down on her bottom lip as his face inched closer to hers. “You wouldn’t lie to me, Y/n? Would you?” The girl shook her head, tilting her head to meet his gaze. Dream’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes shifted from her eyes to her lips. 

“I need you to help me decide what to get George.” Y/n stepped back from Dream’s grip and groaned. “Seriously?” 

Dream lent over, his hands on his knees as he laughed. Y/n joined in with his cackles, swiftly moving around the kitchen to tend to the beeping oven. The tantalising aroma of fresh cookies filled the small space and Dream’s eyes lit up. “Cookies?” 

His jaw fell open at the sight of the sweets before he hurried towards the hot tray that sat on the counter. The chocolatey biscuits sat untouched, and Dream hovered over them, the steam heating his face. 

“They’re hot!” Y/n’s statement was ignored by him as he reached out to pluck a cookie off of the tray. Dream quickly retracted his hand as his fingertips brushed the hot metal. “Fuck!” 

He cradled his hand in his other as he turned towards Y/n, pouting. “You know for a man in your line of work, I'd expect you to be less of a pussy.”

Dream’s frown deepened as he held his fingers out to her, “Help me!” Y/n threw her head backwards in exasperation, fighting back a smile. “Fine.” 

Y/n had bought and finished Sapnap’s Secret Santa present. She held it out at arm’s length to admire her wrapping and moved to place it in her closet to hide it. She was just about to shove it behind her shoe rack when a voice made her jump.

“Hey,” Dream popped his head into Y/n’s room. She smiled at him and closed the closet doors without properly hiding Sapnap’s present. “Hi.” 

“I’ve got something for you,” He said, rounding his arm from behind his back. He held a small, red gift bag and the sight made Y/n gasp. 

“I didn’t know we were doing presents, Clay.” Her eyes filled with tears at the sentiment and for not thinking about buying Dream a present. “We weren’t, but I saw this and had to get it for you.” 

Dream guided Y/n to sit on her bed. He handed her the bag and waited for her to open it, jabbing his fingers in her sides in an attempt to hurry the process.

“Stop poking me, I’m opening it.” She laughed, pulling a black box from the bag. Y/n’s eyes widened as she glanced at Dream, who sat with his thumbnail in his mouth. He let out a nervous laugh before Y/n opened the box. 

A small gold pendant with faint engravings of an animal sat within the velvet, the chain hidden under the material. Y/n tilted her head as she brought it closer to her face, tears blurring her vision. “It’s a lion; it symbolises strength, and you are the strongest woman I know, Y/n. You mean the absolute world to me, you know that?” 

Y/n nodded, lolling her head the rest on Dream’s shoulder “—plus, I’m a Leo, so it’s fitting.” Y/n shoved his shoulder. “It’s gorgeous.” 

She carefully brought her hand to remove it from the box, her hands shaking. “Stop shaking,” Dream laughed, taking the necklace from her hands. “I’m sorry! I’m nervous.” 

“You don’t think I am too?” He uttered, unclasping the hook.

“Aw, you’re nervous?” Y/n whispered, a tearful grin on her face. Dream blushed whilst he nodded. “Now, turn around.”

Y/n did as she was told and lifted her hair up. The cold, thin chain rested against her skin, the small pendant falling on her collarbones. Before she released her hair, she felt Dream’s lips against the nape of her neck. Flushing, Y/n twisted her body so she was facing him again. 

She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck in a hug, Dream circling his around her torso. “Thank you,” She whispered. “I love it.” 

Dream sighed, nudging his nose against her ear, “I love you.” Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, her emotions in overdrive as she felt him peck her cheek. Y/n craned her head back so she could look into Dream’s. “I love you.” 

Dream softly smiled before he dipped his head to connect their lips in a kiss. Y/n hummed at the feeling, her fingers moving to toy with the hairs at the bottom of his neck. Dream pulled away quickly, only to press his mouth back against her’s, his hands lifting her shirt up. 

A deep groan came from the back of Dream’s throat as Y/n tugged on his hair, the sound making her smile into his mouth. Suddenly, a soft pinch pricked the skin of her waist as she yelped gently. “Stop laughing at me, baby.” 

This only made Y/n giggle harder as she pulled away from Dream, a pout upon his features. She tipped her head to the side, a mocking frown on her face. Dream huffed and attempted to untangle their limbs whilst fighting a smile. Y/n reached out to grasp his wrists, the action causing Dream to stop moving. 

He cocked an eyebrow at Y/n before she tugged at his wrists and brought his face back to hers. The closeness of their lips and the mingling of breath was euphoric as Y/n closed her eyes to kiss him again—before she was rudely interrupted. 

“Who’d you get for Secret Santa?” 

“Clay!” 

Sapnap, George, Y/n and Dream had taken refuge next to the food table, choosing to stand away from the cluster of other associates in the middle of the room. Sapnap had complained beforehand about interacting with them, and as a group, they had decided it was best for all of them not to mingle. Although, Y/n had left to greet her friend, Niki at the beginning of the night and was soon dragged back to the group by Sapnap. 

They had been waiting on Technoblade to start the exchange of gifts for an hour now. Growing bored, Sapnap elbowed George in the ribs sharply, a giggle escaping his lips at the sound of his friend in pain, “Fuck off, Sapnap.” 

Dream’s arm was thrown over Y/n’s shoulders, her body turned to fit into his side. She looked up at him, expecting to be met with the usual hard expression Dream wore during meetings with Techno, but instead, she admired the faint upturn of the corners of his mouth. 

Finally, Technoblade waltzed into the room, his red velvet suit glittering in the light of the vast chandeliers above. His blossom hair was pulled back into a plait at the back of his head, and his two unusually sharp bottom teeth were visible from where the group stood as they watched him smirk. Sapnap rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, earning a jab in the ribs from George. “Dickhead,” he uttered through closed teeth. 

Technoblade scanned his eyes over the small gathering of employees in front of him. Golden bells and feathery tinsel hung from the walls and the soft rhythm of festive music played at the back of the ballroom. Despite the joyous atmosphere, his face remained stoic as he cleared his throat. 

“Good evening, everyone.” 

—

The exchange of gifts soon began, everybody moving to the back corner of the ballroom to pick out their present. 

Y/n, Sapnap, George and Dream decided to go get their presents last. Once they had all picked out the present with their name on it, George pushed Y/n’s shoulder lightly.

“Ladies first.” Y/n rolled her eyes and reached into the green bag. Her fingers wrapped around a brick-shaped item, the form oddly familiar as she lifted it out. The wrapped walkie talkie sat delicately in her grip. Y/n’s face lit up as she peeled the red paper away. 

“Oh my god…” 

“Dream told me you needed a new one since Schlatt destroyed your last one, so ta-da~!” George wore a silly grin as he watched Y/n admire the shiny, new walkie talkie. “I love it, thank you, Georgie.”

She brought him into a hug, her tight embrace showing George how grateful she actually was—he knew her time with Schlatt was traumatic, so he wanted to assure her that they were always there, more so when she was alone; even if that was in the form of a walkie talkie. 

“It’s my turn!” Sapnap laughed. He snatched the small wrapped box from the floor next to him. His face lit up as his fingers quickly moved to tear away at the wrapping paper. George furrowed his eyebrows at the oddly shaped gift and glanced at Dream who shook his head. They both turned to look at Y/n who gazed at Sapnap, meeting eyes again when they came to the realisation that it was she who bought the present. 

Sapnap pulled out a stack of red and white cards tied together with a green bow. He laughed in disbelief at the sight of the colours of his favourite fast-food restaurant. 

“Chick-Fil-A gift cards?” He beamed, his gaze scanning over his friends before Y/n raised her hand. “Y/n! I love you! Thank you!”

He stepped forward to wrap his arm around her shoulder in a half-hug. Y/n did the same, whispering a quick, ‘no problem’ to him. 

Dream narrowed his eyes at Sapnap, who’s smile only grew bigger. “Calm down, green boy, why do you hate me?”

“Ok, I’m next.” Dream announced, ignoring the question. He moved his growing hair out of his eyes as he brought the wrapped box in front of him. 

“You should’ve gotten him some hair clippers for that mop,” Y/n laughed, shoving Dream while he fake laughed and grimaced. Sapnap barked out a laugh and encouraged Dream to open the present. “Chill out.” 

Sapnap rolled his eyes and watched as Dream ripped the paper off, a smirk playing at his lips. “Oh look! Hair clippers!” 

The group burst into hysterics at the sight of the box that did, in fact, contain hair clippers. “I hate you guys.” 

“Be grateful, Dreamy! I paid good money for those.” Sapnap exclaimed, his laughs making it difficult to understand him. “While you're at it, shave that disgusting beard shit you’ve got going on, it’s gross.” 

“It’s hardly a beard. You’re just jealous because you can’t grow one as good as me,” Dream teased, earning a scoff from Sapnap, “That’s bullshit.” 

Dream gave Sapnap a bemused look and stepped forward to wrap his arm around his neck in a headlock. “You’re such a fuckin’ idiot.” 

Sapnap’s giggles attracted the attention of surrounding members, their laughter joining in with the group of four when they saw what was going on. 

“Well, unlike Sapnap, I actually got you a good present, George.” Dream said, releasing the youngest from the headlock. George peered down at the large red and green gift bag he held. 

“Ok…” He reached into the bag but stopped when his face scrunched up. Dream snorted out a laugh, his wheeze making it hard for everyone to keep a straight face. “Dream, what the fuck is this?” 

Dream’s laughs only intensified when George pulled a singular piece of wet spaghetti. Y/n laughed out loud with a puzzled expression, and Sapnap slapped his knee with tears in his eyes. 

“Oh no! Did I put the wrong present in the bag?” Dream struggled to breathe through his cackles. George genuinely seemed hurt as he pouted, his head dropping towards the floor. 

“NO! No, George, I’m kidding—here,” Dream moved to pull something from his back pocket. George lifted his head and his frown was immediately replaced with a look of shock when Dream dropped a gold compass in his palm. George was unable to form a coherent sentence as he gazed at Dream, his eyes becoming watery. “How?”

“I contacted your dad, actually, and he was more than happy to send it over.” Dream said, happily accepting George's hug when he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Sapnap glanced at Y/n, confused until George noticed.  

“It was my Grandad’s compass. He took this everywhere he went during the war. I thought it was gone forever when he died.” Sapanp’s eyebrows raised and his jaw fell, “Woah.” 

“Y/n helped me.” Dream admitted, motioning his hand to her as she waved. 

“Y/n.” George moved to hug the girl next, his tears falling onto her shoulder. She exhaled a laugh and brought her hand to the back of his head, “It was no problem, honestly. I know how much it means to you.” 

George pulled back, wiping at his cheeks, suddenly very embarrassed at making a scene. “Sorry guys.” 

“Don’t be sorry, Georgie, it’s a sentimental gift, we understand,” Sapnap said, patting his friend’s back. “But why wasn’t I a part of this?”

Tugging on Dream’s sleeve, Y/n pulled him back inside his bedroom. “I’ve got a present for you.” 

“Uh—we gotta be downstairs in like 5 minutes,” Dream laughed, the tips of his ears reddening as he jutted his thumb over his shoulder. “No! Not that type of present, get your head out of the gutter.” 

Dream continued to giggle, even when Y/n sat him down on his bed. “Close your eyes.” 

Y/n rushed to his wardrobe to reach up and grab the long, flat box that laid on the middle shelf. She placed it in his lap and then resumed to sit next to him. At the feeling of something on his thighs, Dream opened his eyes. He gave her a pointed look and continued to open the box.

His brought his hand to tuck his hair behind his ear as he reached inside the side of the box. His movement froze when he felt the object and turned to face Y/n. She only laughed as he continued to drag it out of the cardboard. Dream gapped at the feeling of smooth ceramic under his fingers. “Baby..” 

“I told you I was going to get you a new one, so I did,” Y/n spoke softly, her voice like honey to him. Dream furrowed his brows and Y/n brought her thumb to smooth out the creases, “Don’t do that, you’ll get wrinkles.” 

That elicited a giggle out of Dream. He placed it on his duvet on the other side of him and turned back towards Y/n. “You didn’t need to do this.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes, slapping him lightly on the bicep, “Shut up, yes I did. I promised.” Dream shook his head, returning his gaze to the mask. 

“I love you, so much. You have no idea.” Y/n squinted one eye and she tilted her head, “I’m pretty sure I have an idea.” 

“Oh yeah?” Dream questioned, placing the mask and the box on the floor before he pushed Y/n backwards on the bed. She nodded, moving her hands to his shoulders as he hovered over her. 

“I know because I love you so much more,” Dream pulled his head back, looking at her in bewilderment. “No chance.” And when he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, a scream interrupted them.

“Close your fucking door! Gross!” 

“Fuck off, Sapnap!” 

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 2*

Part 1

Part 3

Y'all IDK what it is about this story but I can just write and write and write. This one ended up being 11 pages [on a google doc] And I only stopped because it's 2:15 am.

I hope you guys like this, but I just want to clarify: This isn't a Barisi fic. I'm sorry, if you're looking for that, just...this isn't it. I mean they do interact and it'll be fun, but they will not be ending up together.

That being said, enjoy this new chapter! I'm debating on how pathetic enamored Sonny is, I don't think I'm gonna go that deep. No worries, people.

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"Y/N, I'm so happy for you and Barba. You make the cutest couple," Sonny beamed at you while you were wrapped in Rafael's arms, huge smiles on all of your faces.

"Thank you Sonny, that means so much." You gave him a warm hug.

"Yeah….and you'll make the cutest couple in HELL!" All of a sudden Sonny pushed both you and Rafael off a cliff.

You were falling to your death when you woke up to your professor glaring at you.

"Have a nice nap, Miss Y/N?" He scowled at you.

"Um," You cleared your throat and straightened up at your desk. "Yes sir,"

"Good," he huffed as he headed to the front of the classroom once more. "Maybe now we can continue without your snoring,"

You heard the students around you snicker at his comments as You sunk lower into your desk and waited for class to end. It had been a long train ride home and then a drive to your apartment last night, you hadn't gotten home until around 2 am and had this 8 am class. As soon as the professor dismissed your class you booked it out of the class and out into the parking lot of your community college.

"Ugh, could this day get any--" before you could even finish your thought you got your answer. Your phone beeped with a text from Rafael:

RAFA: Hey killer, how's the bullshit county? 😉

That was the nice thing, then just as you were about to text him back your phone lit up.

SONNY BOI CALLING

"Shit!" You hissed to no one. "How does he know?!"

"Ahem….Heyyy, cuz," You answered it with your best nonchalant voice. That of course sounded totally chalant.

"Hey sunshine," His voice sounded relaxed, thank God.

"What's up?" You tried keeping your tone light as you neared your car.

"Well y'know I was just thinkin, I feel real bad about standing you up last night,"

"Oh, Son it's no big deal really," the fact that he felt guilty about anything made you feel even more guilty.

"No, I know you have a busy schedule and it takes a lot to get into the City and I just blew you off," He kept on with the guilt train.

"You didn't blow me off Son you had work. I get that--" You unlocked your car and got in, starting it so your windows would thaw. And your whole body.

"Well I wanna make it up to you," He cut you off.

"Oh?" your voice fell short. This couldn't be good.

"Yeah, my boss-- well he's not really My boss but Mr. Barba--"

Oh shit. Barba? Was Barba having a party? Why wouldn't He tell you that? Wait why WOULD he tell you that? Stupid. Wait, what was Sonny saying?

".... birthday, so you could be like my date," you caught the tail end of his invite.

"Birthday?" You repeated like a parrot. It was Barba's birthday? Oh god. You were really trying not to focus on how old he was. Don't ask. For the love of god don't say it Sonny.

"Yeah don't worry you don't need to get him anything, I got it covered," Sonny assured you.

Well, that was one way you could figure out just how much your cousin cared about his "idol". The more expensive the gift, the stronger the feelings were. You wondered whether you should ask him now or wait for the surprise. Maybe you should ask now, then his answer should tell you what you'd be getting into.

*So what did you get this 'non boss' of yours?" You asked slyly.

"Oh," now Sonny's voice dropped. "Well I, I don't wanna say,"

Fuck.

Don't panic. Do not panic.

"Oh come on Sonny," you did your best to keep a joking tone. "What am I gonna do, tell him?"

Should you joke about it? Hidden in plain sight, right?

"No I guess not, it's not like you know him,"

Whew.

"It's just kinda embarrassing…."

Oh god.

"O-Oh?" You tried to stay calm. "Why's that? Is it a gag gift?"

Please be a gag gift.

"Actually it's a new briefcase," He replied.

"Oh why is that embarrassing you goof?” You gave him a hard time. What was that in the emotional baggage department? Pun intended.

"I mean, it's more expensive than the one I own," You could hear the shrug in his voice.

Fuck. Don't ask why. Don't ask. But if you don't ask, that will be even more suspicious wouldn't it?

"Oh Son," You asked softly. "Why would you do that?"

"Well the one he has is as old as dirt, I think it's probably the first one he ever bought. I wanted him to look snazzy in court." He replied with a super eager tone.

"That's sweet," you were pounding your steering wheel in frustration. Say it.

"Seems like a lot of work for a mentor though," You closed your eyes mentally killing yourself.

"Yeah well," he laughed uncomfortably.

Say it.

"Sonny…” You didn’t want to do this.

“Yeah?” He was oblivious.

“You know you can always talk to me,”

“Yeah of course,” He assured you.

“About anything,” You scrunched your nose.

“Yeah I know, sunshine,” He half laughed.

“ANYTHING,” You reiterated

There was a long awkward pause.

“...Sonny?” You made sure he hadn’t hung up on you.

“Yeah, I'm here,” He replied softly.

“So?” You waited for the bomb to drop.

So…. He sighed. "I just want him to like me,"

Dammit.

"....Yeah," You nodded, cursing yourself.

"Yeah, its stupid. I'm stupid." He laughed again.

“You're not stupid,” you laid your head on the steering wheel in shame.” I mean the heart wants what it wants right?”

“What?! Oh my god, Y/N,” He scoffed. “I'm not gay,”

“….Sonny it's 2021,” you shook your head. “Sexuality is a spectrum,”

Right well. He laughed defensively. "I'm on the p in the v scale,"

“Ugh, Sonny,” you made a face.

“Sorry sunshine,” He apologized. “I just...why would you even think that?!”

“Uh…” You paused.

Maybe he wasn't fully aware that he had romantic feelings for Rafael. If you started pointing out the signs, he might realize it. But then you'd have a cousin going through gay panic AND then finding out it doesn't matter anyway.

"No reason," You lied.

"I just want him to like him so he'll give me a good recommendation once I graduate Fordham Law,"

"Oh" you smacked your head. "Duh. Right. Of course,"

That was completely legitimate. Maybe you had been misreading this whole thing. Now you just had the whole overprotective Gotti side of Sonny to worry about.

"Well I guess I could spend the weekend in the city," You shrugged as you pulled out of the parking lot.

“Absolutely!” He exclaimed. “My couch is always open,”

Not exactly where you were thinking of sleeping, but you weren't blowing your cover over the phone. Wait, maybe you should. Then he couldn't kill you over the phone. Wait, he's presumably at work right now. You didn't know how closely he worked with Barba, but you figured it would be a hell of a lot easier for Sonny to get to him before you could stop him from killing Rafael.

"Sure sounds good. I'll see you then cuz,” You smiled and hung up the phone.

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Friday arrived, and you once again found yourself standing outside Forlini's. You debated heavily whether to go in or not, but you told yourself you were going to wait for Sonny outside this time, no more risking a sexy bar rendezvous.

You hadn’t really responded to Rafael’s texts the last few days, and you certainly didn’t tell him you were coming. Maybe you should have told him. You grabbed your phone to text him when you heard a familiar voice behind you:

“Y/N?”

You spun around to see Rafael dressed to the 9’s, smiling at you. He smelled delicious, mixed with the food aroma wafting out of the restaurant and the smell of freshly fallen snow in New York City.

“...Happy Birthday, Counselor,” You bit your lip nervously.

“W-What are you doing here?” He stared at you as if he thought he was dreaming.

“Sonny invited me,” You nervously smiled.

“Seriously?” He laughed.

“Seriously,” You nodded with a laugh as well.

“Did-- did you say anything to him?” He asked you worriedly.

“Are you insane?!” You hit him. “No!”

“So why did he invite you here?” He asked.

“He said it was to make up for ditching me the other night,” You shrugged.

“...The irony,” He smirked.

“Mmm,” You nodded with an amused smile.

“Well this is a very happy birthday indeed,” He smiled, pulling you closer into his coat similar to the night you had met.

“....Just don’t ask which one it is,” He warned you while staring at your lips deviously.

“Deal,” You nodded in agreement before he pulled you into a hungry kiss.

“DUDE!!” You snapped back before his lips were on yours for more than a millisecond. “Are you nuts?! Sonny’s gonna be here any second!”

“It’s my birthday, carino,” He made a pouty face. “Don’t yell at me,”

“Oh lord,” You rolled your eyes. “Alright, man child,”

He was about to go for another sneaky kiss when you both heard a voice from behind you.

“....Sunshine?”

“Oh!” You jumped ten feet away from Rafael when you turned to see Sonny standing there with a huge gift bag, staring slack jawed at the two of you. “Sonny! I um, we--”

“I was teaching your cousin a lesson in New York safety,” Rafael talked over you, his face completely stone. God he was a good liar.

“Excuse me, counselor?” Sonny raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. You just stared in speechlessness.

“She was standing on this curb holding her bag out for any miscreant on these streets to just wrestle away from her, I was just demonstrating how,” He gestured to your open purse.

“Barba I really think this ain’t that kinda neighborhood,” Sonny half laughed.

“...You never know,” Rafael shrugged. “Now let’s all get inside, I’m sure everyone is anxious to start celebrating me,”

You and Sonny both rolled your eyes with smiles; too similar of smiles, you noticed. Thankfully, he did not. You both followed Rafael back to a private room where a bunch of fancy dressed people were mingling with drinks in their hands while two long empty tables stood in the middle of the room. They all stopped and clapped when Rafael walked in.

“Oh, for me?” He feigned surprise and humility.

“Yeah right Barba,” A woman laughed sarcastically. “You’re the one who invited us here,”

“Touche, Rita,” Rafael smirked as he began making the rounds around the table greeting everyone.

“So are we allowed to eat now, I’m starving,” An older man asked.

“And I’ve got a son waiting,” A red headed woman chimed in.

“Right, right,” Rafael nodded as people began to take seats. “Sorry everyone, you know I love to make a dramatic entrance,”

“Oh trust me we know, Barba,” Another man called. “Your catwalks into the courtroom prove that. I think we have a montage of them,”

“Ha Ha,” Rafael rolled his eyes, then turned to you and Sonny.

“Sonny,” He put a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you sit next to me?”

“R-Really, counselor?” You saw Sonny’s eyes light up like Christmas tree lights.

Fuck. You knew he was only asking him so that you would sit next to him as well. And while you loved the idea, you knew how much this was toying with Sonny’s feelings.

“A-Are you sure, about that Mr. Barba?” You gave him a look.

“Absolutely, Miss-- I didn’t catch your name?” He played it so cool.

“Y/N,” You held out your hand as you re-introduced yourself.

“Right, well--” He shook your hand then turned his attention to Sonny who was still beaming like a kid on Christmas. “I don’t know how much Carisi has told you, but he is quite the promising mentee of mine,”

“....R-Really, Rafael?” Sonny blinked in disbelief, causing Rafael’s smile to falter for a moment. Sonny had never called him “Rafael” before, it was always “Barba”. Shit, maybe he had given him too much praise.

“I mean, you know, for a lap dog,” He quickly added with a snarky tone and a smirk.

“Mr. Barba!” You tried not to raise your voice at the birthday boy. “That is my cousin you’re talking ab---”

“No, no it’s fine Y/N-- th-that’s how we work isn’t it, counselor? He just gives me jabs, I know he doesn’t mean it,” Sonny laughed nervously, staring at the floor. He knew not to get too comfortable with Barba, why did he even try it?

“Indeed,” Rafael nodded in agreement. “But, I still request you sit by me-- at least I know you don't poison my food. Which is more than I can say for many of my esteemed ‘guests’,” He eyed the tables of people before him.

“Then why invite them to your party?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“I get that Jersey doesn’t have the social classes of Manhattan, Miss Y/N,” He smirked. “But here, you’ve got to do things to keep up appearances,”

“Oh do you?” You practically growled.

“Yes,” He nodded while a waiter brought him a glass of scotch. “Even if you don’t like someone, if they serve a purpose for you than you do what you must to keep in their good graces,”

“Oh is that so? So you’re only kind to people who can ‘serve’ you?” You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at him.

What kind of Danny Zuko bullshit was this?! This was an entirely different Rafael Barba you had met the other night. He was kind, flirty, endearing. This new Barba was snarky and condescending, and you were not amused at all.

“Y/N, chill,” Sonny hissed at you. “This is just how Barba is, he’s harmless,”

“Yeah well you might not mind being his doormat Sonny, but I sure as hell won’t be,” You angrily stomped off.

“Oh my god,” Sonny muttered, wondering if he should run after you or not. “Barba, I am so so sorry about her,”

“It’s fine, Carisi,” He watched you stomping away, trying to hide the guilt in his voice. He was just trying his best to throw Sonny off the trail. He may have overcompensated just a tad.

“I-I should go check on her, She’s just a kid--”

“No, allow me,” Rafael put a hand to Sonny’s chest. “It was my faux paux, I should apologize to her myself. I was being a bit of an ass,”

“Yeah but that’s just you, Barba,” Sonny chuckled, trying not to blush at Rafael’s hand on his chest.

“True, but I forget not everyone knows me as well as you do, Carisi,” And now he was trying to be extra nice to Sonny to get on his good side, while cluelessly egging on his feelings.

“That is very true,” Sonny laughed even more nervously. “I’ll uh, I’ll take a seat and get our drinks ordered,”

“Excellent,” Rafael smiled at him, probably one of five times in the entire time they’d known each other. He gave Sonny one more pat on the back before walking after where you had stomped off to.

He found you right before you hit the front door, his hand catching yours before it could grab the handle. You turned and scoffed at him, your scowl still present after stomping off.

“Oh, come to appease me, counselor? How can I be of service to you?” You snapped.

“Please, Y/N,” He gave you apologetic eyes as he pulled you closer to him. “I’m sorry, I just-- I didn’t want Carisi to think anything was off. He already caught us being handsy, I had to make it look like we disliked each other,” He explained.

“Oh I think you’ve done that above and beyond, jackass,” You huffed. “First I’m too stupid to not get robbed in the city, and then I’m too uncultured to understand ‘high society’ manipulative bullshit?”

“I’m sorry, I may have gone a little over--” He started.

“But that wasn’t even an act, was it?” You interjected angrily.

“What do you mean?” He asked you curiously.

“Your line of you having ‘use’ of a person? I assume that is why you have a room full of powerful people you dislike as opposed to a room full of sycophants?” Yeah, you might just go to community college but you knew big words too.

“I mean, that is how it works--”

“Jesus Christ,” You shook your head with a laugh. “You know I understood for about half a second why my cousin is so infatuated by you, but I am losing that belief real quick,” You turned and started to walk away again.

“Y/N come on,” He grabbed both of your arms this time and pulled you close into him, your noses almost touching.

“Look I’m-- I’m sorry, that I’m---this,” He gestured to himself.

“But that’s just how I have to be in their world,” He gestured back towards the room. “I’m telling you, it’s a room full of sharks. If I show weakness or misstep in decorum, I’m nothing but chum to those people,”

“The guy you met the other night, that’s the real me,” He put a hand to your cheek. “I never get to be that guy, not in public. That’s why I was so attracted to you,” He put his other hand on your waist.

“I don’t have to be ‘Rafael Barba, the snarky ADA with a silver tongue,’ I can just be…’Rafa’,” He gave you an earnestly sad smile.

“I’m sorry,” You blinked in confusion. “I know I’m not helping myself but what exactly is the ‘ADA’?”

Your question brought that familiar amused grin and a laugh. “See, this is what I’m talking about,”

“Oh yeah I know, the ignorant girl you can placate--”

“No,” He put a finger on your lips. “The earnest, normal, gorgeous girl,” He kissed your forehead. “I’m sure if we took a poll in here right now the majority of the room would be with you, not knowing what an ADA is,”

“Which still doesn’t answer the question,” You pointed out.

“I…” He tried to think of a way to explain his role in the Manhattan judicial system. “Well, the DA of the county is like-- the King of Lawyers in that section. Or queen, as my boss is Rita,” He shook his head with a laugh. Oh Rita Calhoun, the stories he could tell about her.

“So, you’re her king?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Eh, I’d say Prince but she’d probably say Jester if she heard this metaphor to be honest with you,”

“Mmm I like that,” You finally let yourself smile at him.

“A Prince?” He grinned.

“The Jester,” You gave him a tongued smile, settling against his chest.

“Well, I’ll gladly take that title if it makes you happy,” He kissed your forehead. “I’d do anything to make you happy right now,”

You looked into his green eyes, they were now their usual sparkling green hue, and you remembered very quickly how you had gotten yourself in this mess in the first place. He really was a sweet, charming, gorgeous guy. And then you remembered those were probably all the reasons Sonny fell for him too.

“Ahem.” You straightened up and stepped out of his grasp. “Well, what would make me happy right now is getting back to my cousin,”

“Oh,” Rafael’s eyes softened into a sad gaze.

“Rafael, I think he really likes you,” You bit your lip with guilt. “And you toying with him just now isn’t helping!”

“Toying with him?” Rafael’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion? “I wasn’t toying with--”

“Sit by me, Carisi? You’re important to me, Carisi?” You imitated his questions in a mocking tone.

“I had to ask him that so you would--” He started to explain, but you already knew.

“I know!” You stopped him. “I know, that’s why it’s so fucked!” You put your hands over your face.

“Carino…” Rafael walked over and pulled your hands from your face and held them.

“I’m hurting him every second that I stand here with you, and I--” You bit your lip trying not to cry. “I’m still doing it! I can’t walk away!”

“So don’t,” He squeezed your hands with an even sadder look.

“This is just--” You broke free from his grasp once again and wiped your eyelids. “We need to get back before Sonny comes after you,”

“....So where does this conversation leave us, then?” He asked you cautiously.

“I don’t…” You gazed into his puppy dog emerald eyes. “I don’t know, I don’t want to think about it right now, okay?”

“Fair enough,” He put his hands down in concession. “...But we really need to--”

“Yeah, I know,” You nodded softly as you walked back to the private room, Rafael trailing behind you.

All you could think on the way back was how in God’s name were you going to make it through the rest of the night.

[honeytae]

Are you getting sleepy, baby?

hey bubs! i’m gonna be honest..this has like next to zero plot. it’s just super fluffy, idk. lately i’ve just been feeling like indulging myself in these little scenarios, so here we are. hopefully you guys like it :) tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy genre: fluff

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It was Friday.

Friday; the day you were finally released from your weekly duties and rewarded with some free time. One of the only evenings where you could do whatever you wanted with whoever you wanted.

Which was exactly why Fridays, by default, meant that Hoseok would be coming over for your weekly movie night. Which also meant that he would inevitably be sleeping over when your little film marathon finished in the early hours of the morning. 

Not that you minded at all. You always slept best whenever Hoseok was in your bed. Whether it was the feeling of his arm thrown over your torso to secure you to him or the way his legs intertwined with yours, you didn’t know. 

You would never get over the vision of him in the morning; skin glowing beneath the light peeking in through the curtains, gentle breaths puffing out of his nostrils as he dreamed beside you. 

You, ever the early riser, would often lay there admiring his resting features, astounded by the simply beauty the man held when he was merely sleeping. 

And these things were all you thought about all week, finally being able to absorb the presence you’d been craving for the past four days. 

With weekends being some of your only free time, you spent nearly all of it with your boyfriend, fully taking advantage of the opportunity to sleep and wake up with the man.

The feeling of his chest rising and falling underneath your head while the movie played was one of your favorites, your brain barely registering any of the scenes on the television as you nuzzled your cheek against the soft material of his t-shirt. 

“Are you even watching?” Hoseok chuckled as he danced his fingers across your spine, laughing a bit more when you honestly shook your head against him. 

“How am I supposed to pay attention to this when you’re so much more interesting?” You mumbled, grinning when you felt his chest shake with giggles at your upfrontness. 

“You’re such a flirt.” He blushed, loosening his arms around your frame when you shifted on his body, bringing yourself up his torso to be face to face with the man. 

“Am I?” You smirked, Hoseok’s smile warming your heart as he displayed his teeth to you. 

“You are.” He confirmed, making you hum in response before leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, your arms securing behind his neck with the action. 

“What’s the film about?” You wondered, the man pondering the question for a moment as his eyes flicked back to the screen behind you. 

“Uh, well this girl goes away to school and figures out what her parents haven’t been telling her about their lifestyle, and she gets wrapped up in it somehow? There was a fight scene between her and her teacher because he’s actually on the opposite side of things.”

Your lips twitched slightly at his explanation, tilting your head as your eyebrows scrunched at him.

“Wasn’t that fight scene just a dream, though?” You asked, the man staring blankly at you as he fumbled for a response, you cutting him off with a sudden bout of giggles. 

“What?” He whined, cheeks flushing as you continued laughing at him.

“Baby, I’ve seen this before and that is not how it goes.” You got out through your laughter, the man’s cheeks flaming as he was quite literally caught red handed in his lie. 

“Stop laughing.” He whined, his words only making you laugh harder as you tipped your head back. 

Wiping tears from your cheeks, your giggles slowly faded into nothing, the man’s eyes glittering with fondness at you as he smiled gently. 

“Maybe it’s a little hard for me to pay attention, too.” He admitted, scrunching his nose up when you cooed at him, squishing his cheeks in your palms and sprinkling kisses over his forehead, trailing them down the bridge of his nose with a grin. 

“You’re cute.” You pinched at his heated cheeks, the man swatting your hands away with a giggle of his own. 

“Cut it out.” He chuckled, placing his hand on the crown of your head to push your face into the crook of his neck, causing you to instinctively nuzzle into his warm skin as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him to you as he held you tighter to him. 

“You love me.” You sang into his skin, pressing a kiss to his throat as he hummed in agreement.

“I do. Very much.” He added softly, his fingers beginning to thread through your hair, making you sigh in relaxation as your body began to melt under his gentle touch. 

“Are you getting sleepy, baby?” He wondered, feeling your shift in energy from just a few minutes ago as he tried to peek at your face. His attempt did not work, since you were currently hiding underneath his chin with no intention of lifting your face any time soon. 

“No.” You mumbled in response, hearing him chuckle before feeling his lips press against the side of your head.

He retreated his face a mere couple of millimeters as his fingers pushed your hair back behind your ear, shaking his head at the evidence you simply could not hide.

“Your ears are red, you liar.”  

You knew that fact was true without the use of a mirror, feeling the signature burn of the top of your ears that indicated that it was maybe time for some sleep. 

“I just wanna spend time with you, Hobi.” You pouted, looking at him with puppy eyes as his sparkled in amusement back at you.

“You’re more than welcome to spend time with me. Sleeping.” He smirked at your groan, tapping the tip of your nose with his index finger before dropping a kiss to the spot, as well.

“No.” You said simply, resting your head back against his chest and settling back down into his warm body.

“Hm. Really?” He teased, tucking his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt to brush against the sensitive skin of your hip, causing you to squirm a bit in his lap. 

“Yes, really.” You mumbled, silence ensuing afterwards, heavy eyelids sliding shut as your breath began to steadily even out-

“Hobi!” You yelled out when he suddenly scooped you up in his arms, gripping onto him tighter when he stood and opening your eyes at the sound of his laugh bouncing off the walls of your living space. 

“Sorry, baby. You’ve given me no choice.” He shrugged, smiling at your whine as you buried your face back in the crook of his neck, letting yourself be carried down the hall to your bedroom. 

Landing with his back to the mattress and you latched onto his chest, he grabbed ahold of the blankets beside him, tossing them over your body to ensure your warmth and comfort before locking his arms around your back to secure you to him. 

He could’ve sworn you were asleep when your breaths slowed, the feeling of your soft puffs of air hitting his skin making him smile contentedly before he let his eyes slip shut as well, peeking one of them open when you stirred atop his body. 

“Hobi?” You mumbled, the man tiredly humming in response as he awaited your next words. 

“I love you.” You said, the phrase causing his heart to stutter a bit in his chest as he opened his other eye to the dark room. 

It’s not that you hadn’t said it before. God, he’d probably heard it hundreds of times from you, but he could confidently say now that there was no way he would ever be accustomed to hearing it. 

It could be months, years, decades; he would never not have that instant reaction upon hearing those three little but huge words. 

“I love you too, angel.”

[ushibug]

keeping afloat - Touya Todoroki

summary: two depressed individuals laying in bed together.

warning: TW!! mention of drugs, mental illness, bad cope methods?? Idk it’s like soft depression?? Wtf

A/N: I apologies for romanticizing depression, I would like to say this was a very self-coping imagine!! Just a way for me to stay well... AFLOAT LOL

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Dabi’s leg sluggishly intertwined with yours, hooking it closer to his body. Your arm lays across his chest as your face buries deeper into the pillow. The little light that slipped through the crack of the window already too bright for half-open eyes.

It’s 2:38pm.

It’s one of those days where depression decides to show its self as an even bigger burden, especially to a psychopathic villain and his manic girlfriend. Horrible for each other but also beneficial - for times like this when instead of one of you drowning in self-loathing tendencies in your ways, it’s with each other in a much calmer version. Usually, just melting into the bed with each other, silently or with some show playing from a device. Only getting up when pain becomes unbearable in the bladder or when both your stomachs growl simultaneously. It’s either that or doing a tab.

The room smells like cigarettes and sex, a cliche that makes your nose scrunch and eyes wince. “I’m not getting up.” He mumbles, hands rubbing his eyes. “Okay.” Your body shuffles to stick tighter against his side.

The silence was comforting, both blankly staring at something. For Dabi, it was the stupid star stickers you put on the ceiling, for you it was the half empty corona beer with Touya cigarette bud in it on the coffee table closest to you. Wherever your eyes went, wherever your minds wander, you still were with each other.

The door swings open. “You two stink!” Toga yells as she pinches the bridge of her nose for the dramatics. Behind her, Twice waddles in, in his hand a plate of toasts with some sort of butter. “Hello! Ew.”

Your instinct was to groan at the intrusion, rolling under the covers and burying your face against Dabi’s abdomen. Touya’s eyes stare at the girl with a bored expression before shifting towards Twice. “Leave the toast on the table.” He mumbles with annoyance. Twice delicately moves to place the plate to where Touya directed, slipping out the door just as fast. “Take some showers at least.” Toga huffed, nose held high as she closes the door following Twice.

You two shared half of the many toasts once your head peeked out from the soft covers. Chewing lazily with the minimal appetite and tired feeling. Your eyes wander to the man who sits upright beside you. His hair was flat, roots showing a hint of white, he had bags under his cobalt eyes and was only was situated in his overused sweatpants. His cheeks puffed out as he chews, as though he was a tired child after a long day of playing. Somehow, this hotheaded, pierced, merciless, father-issued man was your comfort, the one who somehow never allowed you to drown. Even when you both consciously melted into the burning feeling of intrusive thoughts and horrible memories, you never fully sunk because you were tied to each other.

Both in the same boat but never tipping, anchored by the force of being with eachother.

You supposed the staring was going on longer than you intended for when Touya turned his head to look at you with a bored expression. “You look stupid.” He picked a piece from his toast, flicking it at your face. “I know.” You pouted jokingly, head tipping too lean on his shoulder, ready to go back to slumber. His head tipped back against the headboard, closing his eyes, relishing in the feeling of someone leaning on him, needing him - soothing the thoughts of being classified as unwanted, like he has been all these years. Touya never would admit it to anyone, doesn’t even want to come to terms with it himself, but you were his stability, someone who won’t allow him to trip and fall into the rabbit hole of self-hatred for everything. You were his person. Someone who didn’t see a failure of a human, a disgusting minded monster - but a boy with hands that wipe tears away, a boy that still struggles to tie his shoes, who will lay on top of you for hours as comfort, who at night reaches over to make sure that you didn’t abandon him just yet, a human who needed another human.

Two humans who lay alone in their thoughts with each other, two humans whose adoration for each other keeps them afloat, two humans nobody saved so they saved each other.

“They’re such a depressing love trope.” Toga sighs happily as she files her nails beside Jin. “Me and Midoriya would be a way cuter love trope, just saying.”

[narutogwriting]

Hiiiii, i want a matchup from Death Note plsss, my name is Nora Hernandez, i have black hair with waves, many babyhairs that i use to stylish with gel to not look to hairy, i have long lashes and nails and i’m very short. I have a really short pacience and a strong temperament, but i’m also very sweet and warm with ppl i love, funny, social awkward and sarcasticMy love language it’s touch and cook, specially sweet stuff, i use she/her prns and i want a male partner.❤️❤️❤️

You got to me just in time lmaooo I got the second message right before starting this!

Anyways, I match you with

Mihael Keehl!

GAH the two of you would sometimes be like oil and water and sometimes like oil and vinegar. You both have such strong personalities, and that's what drew Mello to you in the first place. You have strong convictions and aren't afraid to speakup for what you care about and make your opinion known. You butt heads a lot, but in a way Mello understands and respects. He likes the way that your fire builds his own flame. At the same time, you have a softer, sweeter side that Mello lacks. That's where you become oil and water. You can balance him out when he really needs, cool and ground him in a way that no one else can without putting out his flame completely.

Maybe it's because he can't understand you, but he thinks it's funny and cute when he makes you especially mad and you end up cursing him out in spanish; at least, he *thinks* you're cussing him out. He's not sure, but he loves the way your brows furrow and nose scrunches as you yell and sometimes pokes your buttons just to see your face.

Valentine's Day

"Nora," Mello called from his spot on the couch, arm draped over the back. "Don't wait up tonight, okay. I'm gonna be out."

You were half way out the door when Mello had called your name, on your way to work. You frowned, stopping. "Are you serious?"

When you didn't get an answer, you gritted your teeth. "You're going out tonight? Without me?"

A grunt of approval was the only response you got

"You have to be fucking kidding me!"

Was he serious? He was spending Valentine's night without you?

*"Chinga tu madres!"* You spat before slamming the door behind you

The rest of your day was sour to say the least

You were less than pleasant to coworkers and customers alike, and everyone soon got the memo to steer clear

After a long, disappointing day, you slunk back to your apartment, expecting to heat up some left over takeout and knock out

To your surprise, you found Mello in the kitchen, serving food onto the plates at the table he'd set

Romantic candles, soft music, red table cloth, a flower center piece

"You didn't really think that I'd forget Valentine's, did you?" He asked as he came over to kiss your cheek, which began to burn

"You did this on purpose!? Do you know what a horrible day I've had, Mihael!? Te pasas de verga! Cagate en tu madre jodi’o lambe bicho!"

"There's that fire I love," Mello simply grinned in response, grabbing your waist and pulling you in for a kiss

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but kiss him back

"Happy Valentine's Day, Nora. I decided to cook for you for once. If that's not love, I don't know what is."

i googled the spanish stuff i just thought it was such a funny addition but idk if these are real terms lol