#also he's in just a plain t-shirt and the headphones are messed up because I didn't have a good outfit reference on hand

[spicy-rainbow-pizza]

btw here's my icon in full :3333 I love smooching him!!!

[delcakoo]

Ooo, soft hoursss. What about Niki with a s/o who's love language is physical touch but he's not really used to that so every little thing they do makes him super flustered. Am I explaining this properly? Probably not. Do I care? Just a little. ╥﹏╥ (Also, if you do decide to do something for this can you make it gn or masc. I forgot whether you do male readers or not ᰔᩚ)

I LOVE THIS IDEA and it gave me a chance to write gamer bf!riki content LMAO ty for the req 🫶! honestly i think i write confident/cocky niki too often so this was fun jshdjd

10:42PM — “i need backup, they’re pushing on bottom!” your boyfriend shouts into his headset from across the room, the aggressive clicks of his mechanical keyboard bouncing through the bedroom.

you lay unceremoniously on riki’s bed, scrolling through social media and yawning every so often. normally, you’d probably complain that the boy should be giving you his full attention, but considering the two of you had spent all day together at the arcade, you decided to let him enjoy his little game for the remainder of the night.

however, this doesn’t mean you couldn’t get a little closer for moral support.

one of your favorite things about riki was that every time you initiated any kind of physical touch, he lost pretty much all his confidence and turned into a blushy mess. perhaps it was because he’d never been in a relationship before, or just because it was you (it was a mixture of both).

the way he’d quickly divert his eyes after a kiss and pretend nothing happened, or when you gave him a hug and he’d freeze into a rock hard statue never failed to amuse you.

you had a feeling that eventually, riki would get used to the idea that your way of showing love was physical touch and use it to his annoying, teasing advantage, but for now, you decide to savor the power you have over him.

“hello am i on mute or something? i’m literally the only one defending down here!” riki continues to blabber, lifting a hand for a split second to push away his black bangs before quickly returning them to his keyboard.

meanwhile, you’ve thrown your phone onto his side table, creeping up quietly behind the focused boy. your eyes glance down to his fingers that move swiftly up and down the keyboard, then to his torso attiring a plain black t-shirt.

his eyes meet yours for a millisecond before they’re back on the computer, murmuring out a ‘hi babe’.

with his big headphones on, you know he won’t hear your response. so instead, you pull his arm away from his keyboard to give yourself just enough time to slip into his lap, back pressed right against the comfort of his chest. riki becomes inert instantly, and the beating of his heart increasing drastically makes an amused smile rush to your face. you think you hear one of his friends yell at him, wondering why his character had suddenly stopped moving just as he has now.

but riki ignores them, pulling off his headset. the poor boy doesn’t know where to put his hands, awkwardly gripping onto his gaming chair’s armrest as he looks down at you in his lap. “wh-what’re you doing?” he gulps.

you gaze up at him with a raised brow, “is this okay? i can get off if you’re not comfortable.”

he quickly shakes his head in disapproval, even going the extra mile of placing his hands around your waist softly. “no i- i like it.”

“oh, you like it?”

he blushes furiously at your teasing, cheeks blossoming an apple red. “that’s not what i meant! i just- i don’t mind, i guess.”

you decide to not embarass him further, chuckling smugly as you get more comfortable in his hold. “keep playing, then.”

so he does. and over the next hour, riki gets more and more comfortable having you in his lap, even building the confidence to rub your sides and leave soft pecks on the top of your head everytime he wins a game.

“can you watch me play like this more often?” he requests quietly.

“like, in your lap?”

you already knew that’s what he meant. you just wanted to hear him ask again.

[oh-boy-me]

Casual Outfits Discussed

@themarchinghare Ok >:3c

These hot takes analyses and opinions are based entirely on the concept art of the demon brothers’ casual outfits.  So any in-game features not present in the concept art aren’t discussed.  We’re looking at the outfit as a whole, but occasionally we do talk about individual features.

Also please don’t take this seriously, we just had a lot of fun shitting on the Seven Power Avatars of Sin, Rulers of Hell Itself™’s questionable fashion sense.  I would still die for these boys, terrible taste in shoes or not.

Participants in the discussion were

Jo ( @jodaneko ), my roommate and an art major with storyboarding and character design experience

Justin ( @justinlester0629​ ), my go-to fashion expert for at least a decade and very possibly a future male model

Noodle (Me), untrained eye and resident fashion decade disregarder

With the exception of a few choice quotes, our thoughts and conclusions are all mixed in with each other.  Quotes are mildly paraphrased.

Lucifer:

The colors are good; the blacks and grays are all in the blue-gray family, and there’s a pop of color with the gold belt and red vest.

But he paired a black suit with brown shoes????  SIN

“You should always match your belt with your shoes and those shoes are not gold.” —Justin

Justin on the coat: “I love it, the pattern of the inner lining is throwing me off but it’s not bad, and the fur is perfect because it’s associated with power.”

Me on the coat: “I don’t know about you but I bet that coat looks dumb as shit if you put your sleeves through it.”

WITHOUT the coat though his cuffs scream “I am dealing for blackjack and rolling craps.”  Lucifer looks like he could walk into and out of a casino whenever he pleases and everyone would assume he works there.

“Dress shirts don’t work like that.  He got a size too big.” —Jo

The belt isn’t doing anything functionally, but it’s very important because it balances things out from being too top-heavy.

Out of the belt, shirt cuffs, and coat cuffs, two of them should have matched.

We’re nitpicking because in general it’s a good design.  Lucifer has no taste in shoes but that aside is capable of dressing himself.

Mammon:

“That’s western Danny Phantom if I’ve ever seen it.” —Justin

Very nice coat 10/10 would wear.

The colors are odd, he mixes black and brown too, but the other colors mixed in makes it work in a cute way.

“The only things that clash are the shirt and jeans, he could replace the gray shirt with either a black one or a lighter one to match the boots.” —Justin

He’s got a cat toy on his belt.  I admire his preparedness for feline encounters.

The cat toy also balances out his rings nicely, since the toy is on his left hip and the rings are on his right hand.

The yellows in the shades, belt, and cat toy are placed very nicely and are the best part of the outfit.

Honestly except for the shirt color and the fact that fur-lined boots are out of style we don’t have much bad to say about his design.  Mammon’s casual outfit lives up to his model career.

Leviathan:

“Ugh, god.” —Justin

The headphones don’t match with anything, and ever color he’s wearing is so bright they REALLY don’t match.

Headphones aside he chose ok colors to supersaturate, but also like, supersaturation is very very loud.

It kind of looks like he bought two different tracksuits and forgot they were two different outfits.

The pants don’t match themselves.

“He color coordinated his pant cuffs and his shirt and thinks it makes it ok.” —Jo

The jacket itself is nice, the pins are really good and I appreciate that they’re opposite the stripes in his shirt.

Justin hates the gray stripe though because it looks like either part of the jacket or a girl scout sash.

“That shirt should not be collared.” —Jo

“The shoes look like what Kanye West would design but if they were sold on Wish.” —Justin

It’s kind of just… he took the RGB color wheel and went with it.  It’s just loud.  If he just changed some colors he’d be fine.  Leviathan please I have hope for you.

Satan:

“He looks like a gay prep school person.” —Justin

Satan wore 100 shades of green and said “yes this is peak fashion.”  And you know what, it objectively sucks but I’m kind of living for it?

Rip off jeans that can’t actually be ripped off because of the VERY stylish belt?  Iconic.

Green deep v-neck sweater over a gradient t-shirt and a jacket with the sleeves too short, this man only shops at Goodwill.

The one-shoulder jacket look gives the outfit some personality and I’m really glad he isn’t wearing it properly because looking at it alone I wouldn’t be caught dead in that jacket.

“While good for the design, it’s a mix between business and athletic and I’m not sure how I feel about that.” —Jo

(Jo also said some jackets are designed with sleeves like that but with the color choices it’s just… not good.  Justin pointed out that the sweater and jacket do match though.)

The chocolate loafer-style shoes take away from the rest of the outfit.

“Any other shade of green besides Crayola green would have been better for his nails.” —Justin

Listen it’s so bad it’s good, Satan’s fashion sense is “blue-green.”  We basically ripped into it the whole time but I’m pretty sure it was the universal favorite.

Asmodeus:

“Just from the back he looks like a cool dude and then the front of him screams douche.” —Jo

Asmo’s outfit is actually ok, but he has one fatal flaw: If he takes off his jacket it’s way too plain, but with the jacket it’s kind of too much.

It’s also kind of confusing, because it looks both casual and formal from different angles.  “I’m not sure I like the cut in the front with the t-shirt showing underneath.” —Justin

The shirt is nice but a color that contrasted his skin more would have been nice.

The pants are killer, and the white stitching matches the jacket really well.

The gold accents on the jacket are also good and would match the belt really nicely if the belt wasn’t some ugly mustard color.

This boy is wearing mustard belt and ketchup pants.

Inoffensive shoes which is really the best I can ask for with these boys.

“The scarf.  I like it, but I’m not sure how I feel about it because there’s just so much going on with both it and the jacket.” —Justin

“That’s not a scarf, it’s too long.  It’s like.  A really long strip of cloth.” —Jo

Anyway all in all there’s a little much going on in the front but it’s one of the better looks, good job Asmo.

Beelzebub:

Justin looked at the picture and immediately put his phone down.

“First impression is he looks like Naruto if he got his head lodged in Doritos.” —Justin

“He looks like he’s the carpet of the arcade portion of a skating rink.” —Jo

“He shouldn’t be wearing orange tones.” —Justin

Legitimately we were at a loss for words for a considerable time.  We just kept staring at it.

To start he’s got a lot going on but it feels like he looked in the mirror before leaving his room.  Not saying he did the best job but at least he looked at himself.

The jacket alone is great, but why is it fur-lined?  It throws off the urban design.

But finally some good fucking shirt.  We have mixed opinions on the triangles (I like them, Justin doesn’t but appreciates that the pattern continues on the back) but all like the cut.

Living for the necklace-bracelet combo.

Jo says the biggest problem is that there’s color-matching but in weird places and not enough of it.

Jo hates the pink belt and Justin hates the green suspenders; we concluded that one of them should have been excluded.

His choice in sneakers is not as bad as Levi’s but still not very good.  The laces shouldn’t be green.

This sounds like a lot of complaining but if he cleaned up the belts and ditched the fur it’d be a fine look.

Belphegor:

“Oh shit oh god.” —Justin

“The top half is for sleeping and the bottom half is for riding.” —Jo

Absolutely disgusting, mustard yellow pants tucked into brown lace-up combat boots?  Disgusting.

The shoes alone are nice but the mustard pants don’t work at all.  There’s no cutoff between blue and mustard.

Also he has really broad shoulders, just noticed that looking at this.  That has nothing to do with this but it does affect how his cardigan sits on him.

I personally would wear that cardigan, a hooded cardigan?  Everything I’ve ever wanted.

Justin pointed out that the button lining is weird, and the inside is a weird contrast with the pocket.  He’s right, but I think it’s an endearing mess.

Why do I look at him and feel like he needs to do laundry?  I think it’s the t-shirt.  It would have been better as a collared shirt, taking the hood off the cardigan in return.

You can’t convince me the avatar of sloth laces those boots every day, he sleeps with his shoes on and that’s a worse sin than sloth.

“The pillow’s not part of the outfit?  Oh thank god.” —Justin

Jo said we were being too mean and that it’s not the worst outfit out there, and from the waist up they’re right.

But damn Belphegor the condiment war called and they want the bottom half of their uniform back.

[echo-hiraeth]

Phasmophobia - Marcus Moreno x F!Reader

Summary: Marcus is dating a streamer and finally gets to join in on the fun. Though he isn’t exactly prepared for what’s about to go down.

Warnings: Use of profanity, mentions of the paranormal, mainly fluff

Masterlist

Dating a heroic would bring an array of changes for most people, but being a successful streamer had made you somewhat familiar with the public eye. Not that you were anywhere near as famous as he was, but you were well-off, a couple million followers under your wing. The public was well aware of your successful relationship and Marcus Moreno making showing off his new fiancée was hot news for about a week.

Since the announcement you’d been getting spammed with requests to bring him on for your stream and you finally caved. One of the people that kept nagging about it was Marcus himself, he loved watching you and wanted nothing more than to be a part of it. So eventually, you’d agreed, declaring to your following that he’d be joining you for a special Halloween stream to play some horror games with you.

Tonight was the night and Marcus had been nervously pacing around all day, picking out a new outfit every ten minutes. “Oh my God will you just sit down and eat your dinner!”, you interrupted him.

He walked over to where you were sitting, plopping down on the chair with a heavy sigh. “What if I suck? What if they don’t like me?”

“I like you, I love you even, isn’t that enough?”, you asked, touching your foot to his under the table.

He stuffed a fork full of spaghetti in his mouth. “I mean yeah, but this is important to me! This is my big debut as your sidekick.”

You started laughing, nearly choking on your food. “Okay, okay, well, I’ll go set up and do my make-up, why don’t you get ready?”

You went over your set-up once again, making sure the two computers were running smoothly before walking into your shared bathroom. The make-up you wore for your streams was simple, just some bb-cream, mascara and light eyeliner, but for today, seeing how it was Halloween-themed you’d do some more. You had prepared a little outfit, with the top that Marcus enjoyed so much. You put on a deep crimson lipstick and executed the perfect smoky-eye with different shades of brown.

Unknown to your fiancé, you’d set up some surprises for him, one of those including new options for your followers to spend their channel points on. One of these included a “kiss” and “hug” choice. You’d filled Marcus in on the schedule, some “just chatting” followed up by a couple rounds of “Phasmophobia”. The new and immensely popular game was based on a ghost hunting concept. You had invited two of your streamer friends to join the both of you, which they gladly accepted.

“Honey?”, you called out, immediately hearing the footsteps trail up the stairs. “Are you almost done?”

“Hey, this look okay?”, he asked, gesturing towards his little button-up shirt.

You huffed out a breathy laugh, giving him a set of nods. “You could’ve just worn a t-shirt, baby, no need to get all dolled up.”

“Says you”, he cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Do you really have to wear that top?”

“Yes! It is a very necessary requirement, now go get settled, we start in five minutes.”

He was so nervous that it was showstoppingly adorable. The way he softly asked you if he looked okay, if his equipment was good to go, it was plain endearing. After checking another last time you finally pressed the “go live” button. The chat was immediately filled with eager followers, telling you hello and asking a plethora of questions. Marcus introduced himself and the view count jumped up by hundreds, if not thousands in mere seconds.

“So you guys, Marcus was so kind to join us today! Let’s give him some love in the chat, because he’ll need it”, you announced, putting an arm around him.

He quirked a brow at you. “What do you mean?”

“Weeeeeell, let’s just say that I quickly tried out the game for myself last night and that it’s definitely not your cup of tea.”

“Are you calling me a wimp?”, he asked, eyes narrowed.

You smiled into the camera before facing him again. “Perhaps.”

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

Your “just chatting” was really more of a q&a session, keeping you there for just under an hour. Most of the questions were about the two of you, seeing how neither of you really had been interviewed as of late due to the ongoing pandemic. You were happy to answer most of them, refraining from the ones that were a tad bit too personal for both of your liking. The channel points had been well spent tonight, landing Marcus kiss after kiss after kiss, to a point where you decided to disable the option for a bit.

“Alright, Marcus will retreat to his own little corner and we can get started on some games”, you stated, switching your overlay around. The main screen was your game capture though you also had both your and Marcus’ cameras on display, along with the chat box and a subscription goal.

“What’s the game again?” he asked.

“Phasmophobia. The premise of the game is basically that you and your friends go to this haunted location where you’re supposed to investigate what kind of ghost it is. But the ghost can enter a ‘hunting’ mode and grab your butt, which is absolutely terrifying”, you explained, setting up your game and inviting your friends to join in.

The first few games were just all of you messing about while trying to figure out the controls and such. Until you heard a scream coming from Marcus. You spun around in your chair, doubling over in laughter as he was screaming at his screen, getting chased by some ghost in the game.

“Back off demon bitch! UNHAND MEEEEEE”, he yelled, slamming the keys on his keyboard. “Honey, open the door! I’m not playing around, open the damn door! Open the do-“, he cut himself off with another high-pitched scream, throwing his headphones off.

You nearly fell off your chair, quickly looking at your own stream to see him get caught and die in-game just in time. “Marcus nooooo!”

“I died? No way, what the hell am I supposed to do now?”, he asked with a pout.

You were wiping at your eyes, seeing how you started tearing up a bit from laughter. “Oh my God, somebody clip that PLEASE! I need to see that again”, you giggled.

He stood up from his chair, coming over to your to wrap his arms around you. “I thought you were going to protect me.”

“I’m sorry baby, do you want to sit with me for a bit?”, you suggested, pressing a kiss to his upper arm.

“You’re right, this isn’t the game for me, my old heart can’t take it”, he mumbled, dragging his chair over to sit down next to you.

“We’ll invite someone else to take your spot, until then you and I can work it out together”, you offered, finishing with a peck to his pouty lips.

“I like the sound of that”, he confessed, slipping an arm around your waist. “My fiancée is a badass after all.”

[angst-king]

Stuck in this Static Void pt 6

(TW: mention of hanging) Fuyumi had done her packing while Enji had been detained. She’d also found herself a place to stay that could keep her safe from Enji. She was bringing Shouto’s suitcase in to be checked to make sure she packed items that wouldn’t be taken away from Shouto. “I think all of these will pass the bag check. So are you already Shouto?” Asked the doctor, Shouto had been allowed to dress in his casual clothes once his iv’s were taken out and his arms were rebandaged. He had on jeans, a white t-shirt and a zip up jacket that was a little over sized and tennis shoes with straps no laces. Nodding, Shouto looked at his brother and sister with a small smile. They both embraced him warmly, one sibling on his left, the other on his right. “We love you so much Shouto, we will try and visit as much as we can alright.” Spoke Fuyumi who brushed her fingers through his hair. “Yeah we’ll try and find time okay, you just focus on getting better and we’ll try and find a way to keep you away from him”  Natsuo vowed while nuzzling his younger brother sweetly, Shouto replied with a quiet “Okay, just be careful..please.” He was still obviously worried for his sibling’s safety hoping his father wouldn’t seek revenge but. They all knew how ambitious Enji could be when he wanted something. “We will Shouto, we promise we’ll be careful.” Fuyumi reassures him with a loving smile as Natsuo pats his head. 

The paramedics came over with a bed ready to take Shouto. He’s helped onto the bed after his last goodbye and he’s whisked away into the ambulance that is destined for the psych ward. Taking Shouto’s bag they put it next to his gurney and strap it down to keep it from sliding around while Shouto lays on the cot. The ride is silent and it gives Shouto time to think. ‘What medications would they put me on?’ ‘Will they watch me shower….like come in the bathroom with me?’ ‘Will they be in the room while I change?’ ‘Will I have a roommate?’ ‘Will I have to talk to them? Probably not, I hope I don’t. I don’t need to make friends, I need to get in there, get better as quickly as possible and get out.’ ‘How am I gonna do classwork? I’ll fall way behind if I can’t complete my assignments.’ The more the thought the quicker time went by and soon. He was interrupted by the doors of the ambulance opening. He was helped down from the ambulance and down its small ramp. One paramedic followed him up to the door, opening it for him and letting him inside.

It looked like the waiting room of an urgent care, cream colored walls in the corner there was a desk with a nurse sitting behind it, three major hallways leading towards many others. There were chairs and small benches along the walls of the main entrance towards the front desk. Pamphlets neatly placed on small tables between the benches with small summaries of who knows what and they seem to be untouched. The paramedic who escorted Todoroki inside told him to take a seat while he went to talk to the nurse. Sitting down Todoroki relaxed into the seat, it really was setting in that he was being admitted into a psychiatric hospital. It was really setting in that he was getting away from his horrible excuse of a father, and that...he was gonna go through the same thing his mother had. But maybe he’d turn out better, maybe he’d turn out completely fine? Maybe he won't even be here that long? Maybe-Oh here comes the nurse, she walks over and kneels down a little.

“Hello you must be Todoroki Shouto, hi I’m Jitkimi, I am one of the nurses on the floor and will be taking you to your room.” Looking up at the woman who introduced herself he listened tentatively. “O-okay then” “Now I’m just going to warn you, you will have a roommate, both of you actually new to the psych ward...well your roommate has been here for a week but in a different wing. Still a doctor will come in to you both and will explain to you the rules of the psych ward and the schedules. Now why don’t we get you to your room.” She says as an invitation for the peppermint haired boy to follow her lead. Getting to his feet, Shouto nods and grabs his suitcase of items.

She guides him down a hallway that’s blue in color with various shades of the hue. As he walked he noticed many doors that were spaced out like apartments, they had the names of their patients. Five sets of doors that were opened not all the way but cracked open enough to poke your head in. Five sets down and Jitkimi stops at the sixth set of doors, she knocks on the one to her left. Even though it was partially opened she knocked which showed she had some sort of decency. “Hello Mr Midoriya, I’m coming in with your roommate.” She warns before opening the door completely.

The room was a little bit better than what Todoroki assumed it would look like.

It had two beds separated by a large cubby-like night stand with four cubbies and charging ports for devices they’d been permitted to have. On his roommate’s side there was a large window that had blinds that could be pulled by a turning stick. There are duplicates of desks, and closets, one for each person. Of course the desk had chairs and the closets weren’t huge but it's not like they’d need something too big right? The beds were plain, no back board but the base was a completely smoothed wooden bottom. The floor was a series of light blue tiles like the hallways. The bathroom door was left open and Todoroki took note of the top of the door being slanted off. He was confused as to why that was but had a feeling that he knew why.

Sitting up a boy with a mess of dark, mossy green and black hair, and sunken in matching colored eyes stared at him tiredly. He was wearing headphones that he’d slipped off his head to show he’d acknowledged the presence of Shouto and Jitkimi. Jitkimi took this as the cue to introduce the two. “Izuku, this is Todoroki Shouto. Shouto, this is Midoriya Izuku.” Izuku gives a shy wave to him, Shouto just gives a small nod to him. “Go on and get yourself settled in, the doctor should be in soon the both of you will meet with them and will talk about rules and routines and such. There are emergency call buttons around the room in case of emergencies like one of you having an anxiety attack or something…I'm gonna leave you alone now” Jitkimi says soon leaving the boys alone only closing the door a little bit still leaving it the majority open.  

Making quick work of himself he organizes his belongings, he was a little surprised to find a small tablet in the bag with a short charging cord. Still he appreciated it, and went on exploring the bathroom and deciding to keep his body products in the closet, there wasn’t anywhere to put them in the bathroom anyway. He went back to his bed and went through his suit case finding a comforter and a soft fuzzy blanket. Running his hands along the fabric, it felt so warm and inviting, he was tempted to wrap himself up in it. He was still tired, drained from his short trip here, exhausted from the weight of depression holding him down. 

Not only did he feel the weight of his depression but he also felt that someone was staring at him. He felt a pair of eyes watching his every move, and he knew there was only one person in his room. Looking up at his roommate from his position on the floor from his suitcase he catched Midoriya watching him. Todoroki delivered a glare, why was he watching him? Did he want something? Did he want to be friends or something? If so then that wouldn’t work, he wasn’t here to make friends, he was here to get better and out as soon as possible.  

“What do you want?” He asked, making the other pale a bit, the smaller was about to open his mouth but was interrupted as Todoroki got to his feet. “Look, we don’t have to talk, and we’re not going to be friends. Cause I’m not here for that. I want to just get in and get out as fast as I can. So just keep to yourself and whatever is wrong with you and I’ll keep to myself.” It came out sounding rather harsh and made Izuku freeze up, as if answering to a strict boss at work, he silently nodded. Sighing Todoroki goes back to unpacking which didn’t take long. As soon as he was done there was a knock on the door and then the doctor walked in. Todoroki’s eyes immediately darted towards him. “Hello, you must be our new patients here, Midoriya Izuku, and Todoroki Shouto?” They nod at the same time, another man comes in, he has messy black hair that is put up into a half ponytail leaving some of it down around his shoulders. He has a scar underneath his left eye lid just above his cheek bone. He’s a bit pale and his eyes held an exhausted look as if this man had hardly slept in days. His lips couldn’t hold a smile but he still had some sort of warmth to him. “Hello I’m doctor Diasuki, this is Mr Aizawa, he will be your 1-1 nurse. He will check on you during showers, nights, and during the day. You will also have another 1-1 nurse. His name is Toshinori, he isn’t here today but will be here soon.” As Dr Diasuki spoke the boys were quiet, their eyes remained on him giving him their full attention. 

“We have rules here and we have reasons for the rules especially considering you guys are on 1-1 right now. Your door must remain open, it doesn’t have to be wide open but, enough for a nurse to peek in and check. When you are going to take showers or use the bathroom, you are welcome to close the bathroom door. The only reason that door is allowed to be closed is because it does not have a lock and. That large cut out slant over there allows a staff member to be able to check in on you without having to open the door.” 

The doctor continues to explain more things, explaining that they will have a schedule to follow throughout the day. That they will have different types of therapy offered to them along with normal therapy sessions and groups. “You also will have your vitals taken daily at least three times a day. Mornings, afternoons, and nights. That will usually happen after medications are taken. Getting your vitals checked is just your basic, blood pressure test, temperature, heart and breathing check. For some it may include checking your blood sugar, weigh-ins. Though weigh-ins for those who need it, like you Midoriya will get that twice a week and as you make progress that will soon be downgraded to once a week.” Midoriya blushes as he’s pointed out but doesn’t say a word. More rules and things are explained to the boys until over the PA system a soft chiming sound rings. Midoriya jumps, seeming startled but the doctor explains. “Calm down kid, it's just the PA bell, it's dinner time right now. Come on, we'll show you to the cafeteria.” Quickly Izuku got off his bed to go with the adults while Shouto tiredly got off of bed. 

Dr Diasuki opens the door, Aizawa is the first one out with the two boys close behind him and the doctor follows suit behind them. As they walked Diasuki asked the boys questions, some both could answer, some were targeted towards them as individuals. “Midoriya, do you still have your feeding tube?” Izuku quickly answers “y-yes” “You’ve been in the ED for a week, you’re still on a liquid calorie diet?” “mhm” “Alright so I assume you know what you’re getting for dinner?” “y-yes” “That’s good, have you been put on medication yet?” “I-I...um..” Izuku was starting to get anxious about being questioned and was having a hard time getting his words out, afraid of what the reaction would be. Aizawa senses this and stops. He turns around to face the teen and says in a soft voice. “Look kid no need to get scared, now just answer the question.” Izuku just shook his head and quietly said  “Th-they haven’t y-y-yet, s-sorry.” “Hey don’t be sorry Izuku, this isn’t something you’ve done. It's not like you have any control over that. They usually aren’t this slow in medicating patients.” The doctor mutters the last part as if thinking out loud before he speaks more directly to Izuku. “If they don’t have anything prescribed to you by Sunday let someone know okay.” Todoroki was next “Also Shouto if you’re not talked to by a psychiatrist or psychologist by monday don’t hesitate to ask Aizawa or Toshinori who can see if they can get you in.” “okay, thanks''

The walk to the cafeteria wasn’t too far, and boy was it big! It looked like a large high school cafeteria filled with kids of different ages. At the front there serving stations and cafeteria assistants, nurses were scattered about to keep the chaos to a minimum. “Alright boys go ahead grab something to eat and find a table. I’ll see you around sometime.” Dr Diasuki says before leaving Aizawa with the two boys who look around. Sighing Shouta starts walking towards the serving stations. “Come on you two, lets get dinner,” Although Todoroki didn’t feel hungry at all he listened and went with Midoriya and their nurse. Waiting in line Todoroki kept his guard up in case something went down. He could see how fidgety Midoriya was, he took more notice of his features.

He was still a sickly pale color, even if he was on a liquid diet, he shouldn’t be sick looking. There were purple-is grey rings under his eyes, his tired eyes that held an anxious look in them. His lips were pasty and being nibbled on, his teeth pinning down his lower lip. The pants Izuku had on really showed how thin he was. His bony fingers grasping tightly onto the cuffs of his sweater making paws out of them. As well as the feeding tube that dangled from behind his ear and above his shoulder.

The line didn’t take too long, and soon the three of them were next in line. Midoriya knew what he needed to get, so he grabbed a bottle of juice then waited for Todoroki and Aizawa. Even seeing the food in front of him, Todoroki couldn’t feel hunger but. He knew he had to eat, so he got a couple of things to satisfy the nurse and keep concern low. They found a table and sat down together, the table was quiet as Aizawa could tell that his boys didn’t seem to be conversation makers and. This was their first day in the psych ward unit so he was rather patient. Todoroki forced down what he’d gotten for dinner, it was good but he just didn’t care. Sitting at the table without the worry of being screamed at did make him happy.   

After dinner Aizawa walks the boys out of the cafeteria and leads them down to a larger room filled with kids and teens. “This is more of a lounge area and a place to hang out during free times after meals. It's to monitor you guys in a less invasive way and allow you to interact with people. Also it keeps anorexic patients from trying to go and purge what they eat.” He states the last part bluntly making Izuku blush but he still says nothing, keeping his hands in his pockets as they walk. “You’ll only be there for maybe only thirty minutes to an hour.” Izuku nods and goes to find a place to sit, Todoroki is a little more awkward but he goes to do the same. 

Izuku sits himself on the floor, he brings his knees to his chest getting himself comfortable. The room wasn’t quiet yet it wasn’t unbearably loud. Still being around people, Izuku was on edge and uneasy. Arms wrapped to keep himself as small as possible, hoping no one were to notice him. Izuku would rather be invisible to the world than be noticed. Being noticed was never usually a good thing so keeping to himself and remaining alone should get him through this. Izuku didn’t have anything to distract himself with though, no tablet, no pencil or paper. He just sat there with a tired yet blank expression on his face. Time went by slowly, it felt like they had been there for hours when they’d only been there for a few minutes. They both just sat there, looking around and watching others interact or do the same thing they were doing, or even do their own activities. This room was orange and blue, with other colors that weren’t the main focus.There were kids playing board games, cards, or just talking, or even keeping to themselves with their own agenda. Izuku struggled to interact with people out of fear and so he’d much rather keep to himself even if he wanted friends, he knew that wish was a selfish and suicidal one. Shouto never was very social at all, he didn’t really know how to interact with kids his age after a long history of abuse. He was never allowed to play with any of the kids in school, or after school, it was focusing on studies and being Enji’s strong protege. So interacting with people was out of the question, he’d rather observe those around him besides he’s not here for friends anyway.

Todoroki noticed his roommate didn’t interact with anyone either, and he also was rather curious as to why the boy had a feeding tube and was on a liquid diet. It must be because of how skinny he was and they were trying to re-feed him without hurting him, yet. Why did he only have juice at dinner? He consumed that by mouth so why not just give him a liquid substitube drink? Why was he even thinking about his roommate’s needs, they weren’t his concerns or business. Maybe he was just bored? Well finally the time had come where Aizawa arrived and came over “hey, let's go back to your room.” He’s rather quiet but both boys can hear him, so they get up from their spot in the room and head over to Aizawa. Following the man together back to their room, back down the multicolored hallways that soon became different hues of blue once more. Blue, the color of the sky, water, blue sometimes represented sadness, it also represented freeness yet. To the boys blue was their hallway, these blue walls would be their home whether they liked it or not.

In their room Todoroki saw an IV pole next to Izuku’s bed, it held a small machine on it and next to it was a cart. Todoroki didn’t have any time to truly question this when Aizawa suddenly asked “Alright, who's taking a shower tonight?” Todoroki raised his hand, he usually took his showers during the day but he felt gross from not showering much at the medical hospital. “Alright then, Midoriya you showered this morning right?” Izuku didn’t even look at Aizawa and just nodded. Oh great Midoriya is a morning showerer too?! Another thing Todoroki and he were gonna have to deal with. Todoroki was hoping for little interaction with this guy but if they keep clashing with schedules they might have to. “Todoroki, why don’t you get into the shower take care of all your bathroom needs, then Izuku since he will shower in the morning.” Todoroki just sighed and agreed, grabbing some pajama clothes, a tooth brush, tooth paste, and hair brush, he headed to the bathroom wordlessly. 

Which left Izuku and Aizawa but well, Aizawa had to stand guard of Todoroki while he was in the bathroom. Todoroki knew the other had to somewhat ‘watch him shower’ yet Aizawa didn’t stare at him through the open door, more so he would watch the other every so few seconds before looking at Midoriya who was changing into his own Pajamas in the corner. Either way neither boy tried to do anything to harm themselves while doing either activity. The shower was special to say the least, it wasn’t a normal shower. It didn’t have a true shower head, more like a rounded spout system like shower that wasn’t very big yet did produce a good flow of water. The lack of a real shower curtain set was brought to Shouto’s attention when he accidentally took it down while getting in, the shower curtains were held up by magnets.  Hearing the clattering sound Aizawa looked over seeing an apologetic boy looking at him bashfully. “It's fine” The man sighed “you just have to push the magnets back to the ceiling….can you reach?” Aizawa asked as he stood up, yet was a little surprised that Todoroki could put the curtain back up, he wasn’t all that tall, then again the ceiling wasn’t all that high either. So now Todoroki could continue his shower, closing the curtain was rather see through for the adult who never watched for too long since he had another patient to look after.

Shouto wasn’t a person to really bask in the shower even if it felt great to see the hot water against his skin that felt so oily and gross from not being able to properly clean himself since his medical admission. The soap washing those gross disgusting feelings away would be a dream come true, yet it did wash away the sticky from the bandages during his hospital stay. When he got out, he quickly dried off and washed his face and brushed his teeth. He decided he’d brush his hair when he was in their room. He didn’t need to take up anymore of his roommates time being in the bathroom, he tried to be a considerate roommate.

When he got out, Midoirya grabbed what he needed and quickly went in. Shouta spoke to Izuku and Shouto as they continued their nightly routine, “Izuku once you’re done I’m gonna set your feeds, then I’ll check your guys' vitals.” Izuku quietly nodded and Shouto gave an “okay then” as he brushed out his wet hair. Izuku only had to brush his teeth, and wash his face. So he was done quicker than Shouto, getting out of the bathroom, he heads over to his bed and goes through one of the cubbies where his art entertainment stuff was. Sitting his stuff out onto his bed he organised everything while Aizawa got started on Izuku’s feeds. Going through the car Aizawa grabbed a feed bag, one can of meal real placement ‘drink’ and one can of electrolyte replacement. Taking off the blue seal of the feed bag, Aizawa then opens the cans and pours them into a the small feed bag, mixing them together he closes the bag and hangs it up connecting it to the small machine before priming the pump until it was ready to connect to Midoriya’s feeding tube. Once it was hooked up Aizawa adjusted the IV pole’s placement before going through the medcart and then bringing it to the between area of Shouto and Izuku’s beds. 

Mr Aizawa started checking vitals, he had everything he needed on the medcart to do it. It was like when you go to the doctor and the nurse checks you over with the thermometer, then the heart rate finger clamps, then he listens to breathing, before taking blood pressure. It was a very long process, just a little awkward seeing as they were mainly silent during this but. It was fine, there wasn’t really much to be said. Izuku did flinch a couple of times but he was okay after a little bit of reassurance. Aizawa was very patient with Izuku seeing as he seemed to have a little more difficulty with being around people than Shouto.

Once vitals were done Aizawa told the boys that lights would be out at around 10:30. It was only 9 oclock by now so this gave them free time to settle in and relax. Leaving the boys to their own devices, Izuku went back to drawing, he was using his tablet for a reference picture of something he was drawing, he seemed to be rather focused. While Shouto just played on his tablet, it had a few games on it which did preoccupy the red and white haired boy for a while but. It still wasn’t enough to last him the whole duration, yet he wasn’t all that tired. He couldn’t help but watch his roommate. He didn’t understand why his eyes always wandered towards Izuku, maybe it was because he’d never been able to be alone with someone his age and allowed to interact with someone? Maybe he wanted to talk to Izuku but he didn’t know how to? Maybe he didn’t wanna try and make friends only to find out the other would take advantage of him? Whatever the reason was, Todoroki didn’t take his eyes off of Midoriya who sketched away in his book.

Those tired emerald eyes went from the screen to the paper as his hands scribbled and flowed across the page with his pencil. Wondering what the other was drawing, Shouto was close to asking the other but, then he remembered what he’d said earlier to the boy about not having to talk to each other, and not making friends. Maybe he was being a little cold towards Izuku who hardly could say a word to anyone? But it was too late now, he may have already scared his roommate away.

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When One Meets An Angel

Part [1] in An Angel’s Smile Series

“At first I didn’t want to fall in love. But at one point you just smiled at me and here I am.”

Summary: Janus Ethan Dannecker starts college with only a box, backpack, $300, and a ton of emotional baggage that is overwhelming. The broken home he came from cast a shadow on him that he refused to let anyone see. The scars on his body were no match for the scars on his soul. He made it his mission to never let anyone see where he came from. See what he was really made of. See how messed up he would always be. 

That is, until Patton Mavers smiled at him.  Ao3 [Next Part] [Spotify Playlist]

Word Count:  2184

Story Warnings: past abusive childhood, angst, untreated/undiagnosed mental illness symptoms, detailed descriptions of abuse, cursing, implied/referenced substance abuse. Rated M for Mature audiences. Let me know if I need to add more, and read with caution! 

When One Meets An Angel

Janus Ethan Dannecker was not good with honesty. He’d been through a lot of shit since the very beginning of his life. He found it easier to lie about everything because honesty caused harm. Honesty hurts. Exposure had the potential to be abused. It was not something he could risk. Not anymore.

He still felt, though. God, did he feel. So much so that he wished his lies were true. Every “I’m fine,” that fell from his lips so easily were secretly wishes that it would be a reality. Each time he was forced to give a smile he hoped the next one would be genuine. 

For the first day of his new life, he wasn’t dressed for the part. 

Janus was wearing a plain black t-shirt underneath a thick, large yellow-and-black flannel that he got for a bargain at Goodwill. His jeans weren’t purposefully ripped, but they were five dollars. He wore his only beanie-a black piece with red text reading ‘Skyline Titans’. His shoes were new. He splurged to get sturdy combat boots that he hoped would work for his first winter with snow. 

The beanie was comfortable on his brunet hair. It had gotten too long, seeing as he couldn’t afford a haircut. He had struggled to tuck his bangs to fit underneath the hat without it falling off. It was a fight he eventually lost. 

His pace was slow as he walked up to his dorm room for the first time. He watched the students milling about with their families carrying boxes full of remnants from their childhoods. He felt a pang of loneliness as he carried his one box of the bare necessities of life. 

He had his backpack, one box of the absolute necessities, and 300$  to his name to start the beginnings of college. He didn’t have much to bring from his childhood home. Well, if you could call it a home. 

He finally reached his dorm room door. It was open, so he could see into the space he’d call home for at least a year. From where he stood outside the doorway he saw a Green Day poster, a purple blanket with an orange spider pattern, and the shoulder of the person who was most likely his roommate.  

The band poster was a bit too angsty for his tastes, but he’d learn to live with it if his roommate used headphones for his music. The blanket was obviously a comfort item from how worn down it looked. The person who owned the shoulder was laughing, causing the arm to shake. 

Getting a read on someone was not only easy, it was necessary. He’d be stuck with this person for a year. It was his first time living with someone outside of his...family. He would have to create a whole new persona to keep up for a year. Of course, he knew this ahead of time. He didn’t want to be vulnerable because of his past.

Janus didn’t want his negative outlook to overwhelm the person he’d be living with. He needed to gather himself first. He took in a deep breath. He made sure to rearrange his mask enough to be a perfectly polite person on the outside. It should have concerned him how quickly he was able to put it on in a new environment. How easy it was to scream in the mind without making a sound in the world. 

He walked in with a forcefully reserved smile that quickly dropped when he saw there were two other people in the small room. One of them was sitting on what would be his bed. 

The boy on his bed was beautiful. He looked like the human embodiment of a cinnamon roll. His wavy blond hair fell in his face perfectly with a blue streak in the bangs. He wore large, circular glasses that seemed too heavy for his face. He had freckles splattered underneath the frames which spread down his cheeks and up to his temples. The eyes behind the glasses looked like pieces of green jade. They were bright companions to the pink lips that were pulled at the corners in laughter. 

Janus seriously wondered if love at first sight was true; when the love came from the first glimpse of an angel’s smile.

He averted his gaze from the angel to look at the people in the room. There was a tall lad leaning against the desk underneath the window. He had strawberry blond hair, which was a reasonable length on top while being recently shaved along the sides of his head. His grin was also beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as the one that belonged to the perfect stranger on his bed. He had blue eyes that seemed to be teasing at potential mischief. He looked like the type to have owned a Letterman jacket in high school. Tall, muscular, probably a jock of some sorts.

The third person in his room was definitely his roommate, which was a given with the emo interior Janus had seen so far. His smirk was playful as he looked at the redhead. He had shaggy, shoulder length, purple hair that fell over his eyes enough to cover one of them. His black nose ring flashed in the sunlight coming from the window. He was wearing a black hoodie with sewn purple patches. His eyes were such a dark brown they looked black. He looked like an adult living a seventh grade emo student’s dream. 

Janus would have found him intimidating if it weren’t for the fact that he had dealt with scarier people in his life. 

The laughter had died down when they saw him standing in the middle of the room holding the one large box. They all seemed to notice him at the same time.

“Oh, I’m on your bed. Here, let me get up so you can set your things down.” The angel offered politely. His voice was heavenly. Janus wanted to throw the nerves of the day away to just listen to that voice wash the dirt off of his tarnished soul. Which felt silly, confusing, and terrifying. 

Janus muttered a soft “Thanks” as he tried to control his blush. 

He was rarely caught off guard, and it was a miracle that this surprise was such a pleasant one. He had been expecting his roommate to have parents accompanying him, not two cute boys. This was a deviation from his expectations. 

“I’m Patton!” the angel, named Patton, introduced himself enthusiastically. He offered his hand out swiftly, with that bright smile still on his beautiful face. His blue streaked bangs fell into his eyes. 

“I’m Janus,” he took the hand and barely hid the reaction of sparks shooting up his arm. He was used to burying feelings. Yet these were a struggle to choke down. They were good feelings. Positive reactions to a familiar action. He hoped that he was covering the sound of his rapid heartbeat well enough. 

“Janis, what are you, a middle school librarian?” the redhead giggled out. He covered his mouth quickly when Patton gave him a stern look. 

Janus just smirked. “No, more like a Roman god,” he let his voice drip with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. It wasn’t his first time being mistaken for ‘Janis’ when introducing himself. 

“Oh, what a coincidence! Janus, this is Roman.” Patton nudged his blushing companion. Janus wondered to himself if he was laying on the cheer thick to embarrass Roman about the insensitive remark. Roman glanced down in embarrassment.

“Nice to meet you, Roman.” Janus replied amicably. He reached his hand out to shake, hoping to communicate that all was well. He didn’t have any intent to hold resentment between himself and someone else on his first day.

Roman shook his hand and nodded to the black clad lad who was rolling his eyes at the interaction that had just happened in front of him. Roman let go and gestured dramatically at the boy. “And that little Emo Nightmare is Virgil!” 

“‘Sup,” Virgil saluted lazily with two of his fingers. Janus saluted back with a tight grin. 

Janus turned to his backpack to start unpacking. He had expected the three to continue the conversation they were having before he interrupted with his arrival. However, a warm hand reached out in front of him. He jumped at the sudden movement. 

“Sorry,” Patton took his hand away. He made his tone extra warm, “I was just going to offer to help you unpack, since we’re already helping out Virgil.” The freckles on his face nearly disappeared as his face flushed red with embarrassment. 

“No, thank you,” Janus replied politely, though his voice was gruff from his tightened throat. He forced himself to plaster on a smile. “I’m fine.” 

It felt wrong to lie to an angel. However the words had already left his mouth out of habit. 

Patton shrugged, then glanced at the other two boys in the room. “Hey Roman, you wanna work with Virgil while I work with Janus?” 

Janus held back a pleased gasp when his name was uttered by those pink lips, in that soft voice, in the small room that was his new home. He let some of his surprise leak through as Patton insisted on helping him out. He couldn’t form a reply so he watched as the angel got started. 

He was grateful for the help; especially if it meant more attention from the angel. The two of them worked together as they put away the small amount of things Janus brought with him. They finished before Virgil and Roman had, though that had less to do with Janus not having much to unpack, and more to do with Virgil interrupting Roman with nuzzles along his neck. 

Janus grimaced. It was slightly uncomfortable to be witness to such pure, light energy. He hadn’t seen this much positivity since...ever, really. Public displays of affection always sat wrong within him. Perhaps it was because he knew he would never feel that feeling. Nevertheless, it was pretty hard for him to keep his composure with the happy giggles coming from the couple.

Patton seemed to have read his face well, because he clapped his hands to grab everyone’s attention. “Alrighty then, boys, I think we worked out plenty of what we needed to get done today. Whaddya all say to going out to dinner? My treat.” 

Roman didn’t hesitate. “I’ll go to our room and grab our jackets!” He ran out the room with a haste that reminded Janus of an excited puppy. 

Virgil smiled at his boyfriend’s retreating form. “You know, he may be annoying, but he’s also pretty cute when he’s excited.” 

Janus fiddled with the covers of his bed while he sat. He didn’t want to intrude on their time together. Having someone pay for his dinner felt wrong. He didn’t really deserve it. Plus, he hadn’t planned on eating dinner at all that night. Food was a privilege that he didn’t deserve more of after his breakfast that morning. Well, that was what he would have been told if he had still been living at home. 

Patton grinned at him when he didn’t speak up. “You gonna join us, Jan? I’ll cover you too if need be.” He sounded so genuine in his offer. 

How could he say no to that face? “I’d love to,” he replied honestly. He couldn’t hide his blush at the response he uttered quickly. What was he doing? 

“Awesome! I’m going to go to my room to make sure Roman doesn’t get too ahead of us,” Patton shook his head playfully. “Virgil, make sure to bring Jan. We’re gonna head to Leo’s.” 

“Damn, Pat, you win the lottery or something?” Virgil asked with wide eyes. Janus grasped from the context that this place was expensive. His stomach fell at that notion.

He really didn’t want to go if he would cost too much money. He started to make plans in his head about looking for the least expensive item to order, or maybe just getting water and making an excuse for not being hungry. Were they offering to be polite, hoping he’d say no? He did well to hide his rapidly increasing guilt while he watched the two friends talk.

Patton giggled. “I wish,” he winked, “No, I just saved a bit of extra money for our first night at college.” Patton waved at both of the boys as he left. 

Virgil stood up with a groan. “Knowing Roman, he’s probably bouncing excitedly and I’ll get bombarded with a million texts at once asking why we're taking so long” He chuckled, then noticed that his roommate was still sitting. “You gonna get ready, roomie?” 

Janus bit his lip. “I dunno, if it’s too expensive I don’t want to intrude.” 

Virgil barked out a laugh. “Don’t worry about that, I was teasing Pat. He’s good to cover you.” 

“Okay, well, I guess I’ll grab my coat.” Janus forced a relaxed grin on his face while inside his mind the anxious screaming grew louder.

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Picture Perfect

Genre: Neighbor!AU

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

A/N: Okay, @xui-n-soowillbethedeathofme here it is. The last one for the neighbor aus. I hope you enjoy the kdrama tropes, they were fun to play around with!

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“What do you mean there’s no empty units!”

This had to be the worst day of your life. No other moment compared to this right here.

Somehow, a very important pipe had burst in your loft and now the whole unit was flooded, ruining a good portion of your belongings. At least you had renter’s insurance. And you were also located at the bottom of the strange, stacked-up building which meant you were the only one affected by this event.

At the moment, a group of workers were clearing out your apartment, moving the heavy furniture and other unlucky objects that were touching the floor when the water unceremoniously made itself known. A lot of your things, like clothes and kitchenware, were spared, which was a small victory. But now your landlord was standing in front of you basically saying that you would have to find a place to live for the next month or so while the damage was repaired and he had no way of helping.

“I won’t charge you rent for the time being,” he promised, as if that soothed the current situation.

“So, basically, I’m going to have to hide out in a hotel for who knows how long?” Taking a deep breath, you tried to remain calm, fighting back the tears that were prickling behind your eyes. You were not going to cry out of frustration, even though that was your body’s natural response. It was going to be okay. You could get yourself through this; it was just a bump in the road. Or a very large pothole. Either way, you could crawl over this.

One of the plumbers called your landlord over, leaving you alone to wallow in self-pity.

“Hey, (y/n). What happened?”

Your head snapped up.

Now standing where your landlord had been previously was your neighbor Yixing. He looking at you with the most sympathetic half smile, his dimple barely visible. His black hair was covered up with a knit gray beanie and he wore a jean jacket over his plain t-shirt, looking like he was headed out. Maybe it was your emotional vulnerability talking, but right at this moment, you really just wanted to hug him.

Yixing was always sweet to you, whether it was helping you bring in groceries, keeping an eye out on your place when you were out of town, or occasionally joining you on your front steps for a cup of coffee when the weather was nice. But saying that the two of you were friends would probably be a stretch. You never spent more than five minutes together at max and there still a lot about him that you didn’t know. So, hugging him right now was most certainly out as an option.

“My apartment flooded,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself as if that would hold you together. “And I just found out that our landlord has no other places available for me to stay while they clean it up and fix the pipe. I have no idea what I’m going to do.”

“Well,” Yixing scratched the back of his head, his face pinching in a way that made you think he was nervous, “I have an extra bedroom in my home. You can always stay with me until they finish. If you’re comfortable with that, that is.”

You stared at him, completely taken aback. “Yixing, I-I wouldn’t want to impose on you….”

He stopped you. “It’s not a problem, really. When they’ve got everything cleared out, we’ll pack some of your clothes up to move over to my place.”

“Thank you, Xing,” you sighed. “I really appreciate this. I can help with rent or-”

“Don’t even think about it,” he chuckled. “It’s not a big deal. I’m just glad that I could help.”

**

You took another deep breath before you peeked out of the bedroom, glancing left and right to make sure the coast was clear. No noise echoed around the loft and you couldn’t see any movement in the light shining from under Yixing’s bedroom door.

Okay. It looked like you were home alone.

Wrapped only in a towel, you scurried over to the second bathroom, closing the door in a rush.

It’d been about two weeks since you moved in Yixing. The landlord said they were still only about halfway done with restoring your floors, but at least the plumbing was fixed and reinforced so hopefully this wouldn’t happen again.

You were lucky twice over. Not only had Yixing offered his home to you, but he’d also been fairly easy to live with. Both of you were mostly gone during the day, but the few hours you saw him in the evening were filled with good conversation as well as quiet moments. He’d given you space in the fridge and basically free reign of the place.

Only some things were a little awkward.

In the morning on your first weekend, you were still half asleep and not entirely aware of your surroundings as you’d shuffled into the kitchen to get started on breakfast. The oversized t-shirt wasn’t a big deal, but your shorts were definitely at the length to make Yixing blush before hurrying back to the safety of his room. You felt bad after that and made sure to at least have a pair of sweats laying out for you to slip on before emerging.

Another little issue was showering. For the most part, you’d simply dressed and undressed in the bathroom, but the tub wasn’t properly sealed and your clothes often ended up soaked on the tile. There wasn’t really any counter space to hold them, so you just tried to surround the tub in towels. But that was a little ridiculous in your mind.

Hence, why you were now making your way to the bathroom like a ninja in one of those foreign movies you were always watching at eleven o’clock on a friday night out of boredom. It seemed safe to go out with just that thin piece of cloth protecting you and at this point, you were willing to take the risk.

By the time you were under the rushing water and breathing in the steam, you were calmed down and enjoying the experience of become clean and fresh again.

All too soon, it was time to step out and move on for the day. Turning off the water, you pushed back the plastic curtain, reaching for your towel. You quickly dried off and starting quietly singing to yourself as you finished up in the bathroom. The possible threat of being seen by Yixing was gone from your mind. It was that lack of awareness that would be your big mistake.

Still singing at a much louder decibel, you left the bathroom, turning around for a second to close the door. By the time you swiveled back around, you ran into a solid object. Somehow there was enough force to send you down to the ground, the object falling on top of you. Except, that object was Yixing.

“Oh, my god, are you okay?” he asked loudly. Headphones were clogging up his ears, probably the reason he didn’t hear your self-staring concert.

“I’m fine,” you giggled, mostly out of the awkwardness of the conversation. He was still lying on top of you and him being this close to your face was sending your nervous system into overdrive. “But, huh, I kind of need to get up.”

“Huh?” Yixing scrunched his face up, confused because he couldn’t hear you. How loud did he have his volume?

Squirming until your arms were free, you plucked out his headphones, repeating, “I’m okay, but can you let me up?”

For a second he just blinked. Then he looked and realization hit him.

“Oh, sorry!” He scrambled up, putting an unnecessary extra foot of space between you after helping you up to your feet.

The two of you just stood there in silence, a minute or two going by with no one speaking as your fingers held tightly to your towel, everyone still flustered from the encounter.

“I… should go get dressed,” you finally mumbled. Yixing just nodded, keeping his eyes down like the gentleman that he was.

In your room, you found yourself able to breathe again at a normal rate.

It was just because you’re used to living on your own….

And because your roommate was cute, you argued with yourself as you pulled your shirt over your head. He was too cute. From the dorky way he laughed to how sweet he was in making sure you were comfortable to how he’d stay up late working on whatever and fall asleep on the couch. You always covered him with a blanket so he didn’t get too cold when you came across him like that. Part of you wanted to move him to his bed, but you didn’t want to wake him up and you were neither strong enough nor graceful enough to carry him to his room.

Yeah. You were starting to really like Yixing, but you doubted that he was feeling anything remotely similar. All he gave you were sweet, dimpled smiles in passing that were certainly just out of politeness.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed your camera and headed out of your room.

Yixing was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He perked up when he saw you emerge.

“Heading out?” he asked. It had to be your imagination, but you almost could have sworn a hint of disappointment in his voice. That was probably just you searching for some sort of validation for how you were feeling.

“Yeah,” you nodded, holding up your heavy digital camera. “I thought I’d waste some time on my terrible photography skills.”

“What do you mean? You take amazing pictures.” Hopping up from the couch, he walked over to you. “I’d like to come with you. Can I?”

“O-okay.” Don’t blush. Don’t blush.

So, the two of you headed out and just started walking in the most random directions.

At first, you simply took pictures of your surroundings, messing with the settings on your camera to really make the late spring greens of the trees and vines pop against the old townhomes and the lush hills that surround your little city. But then magic happened.

While you were searching around for another view to capture, you glimpsed at Yixing. He was adjusting his red sweatshirt while staring off to the side. As quick as your fingers could be, you snapped the picture, the click capturing Yixing’s attention.

“Did you just take one of me?” he asked.

You giggled as you nodded enthusiastically, showing off the picture that you were actually quite proud of.

“Wow,” Yixing exclaimed. “That’s incredible. I look good.”

“Of course you do!” Searching around, ideas started to pop into your head. You pointed to a rail just a few feet away. “Hey, go standing over there.”

“And do what?”

“I don’t know. Just lean on it.”

Yixing obeyed, naturally falling into a modelesque pose.

Over the next hour or so, you took different pictures of Yixing and loved every second of it. He was at complete ease in front of the camera and taking ahold of his image was the easiest session you’d ever done. You loved this alone time with him, getting to know him even more and, to be honest, you liked the attention he was giving you, complimenting your pictures and making you laugh with his lame jokes in between.

Back at the apartment, Yixing volunteered to make dinner while you sorted through the day’s photographs on your laptop at the table. You were so engrossed in editing and deleting that you didn’t notice Yixing placing the bowl of soup next to you.

“I told you that you were really good,” he whispered, making you jump.

“Oh, thanks,” you murmured, keeping your eyes on the screen and acting like you didn’t just get a little scared by his sudden appearance. But out of the corner of your eye, Yixing’s face was floating next to yours, staring with awe at the photo you were currently working on.

Switching his gaze over to you, he whispered, “You really should have more confidence in your abilities. You’re brilliant.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, so you just smiled at him. He was so close, you just needed to lean forward a few more centimeters and your lips would touch. But neither of you moved forward. Instead, Yixing straightened up, leaving your heart beating a million miles a minute as he sat across from you and slurped on his soup.

The rest of the evening was spent in comfortable silence, both of you just working on your individual projects at opposite ends of the table. You sighed internally at yourself when it seemed that - while you were hardly able to concentrate - Yixing didn’t seem affected by the closeness of you. It wasn’t fair. Why did you have to be the only one that suffered?

When Yixing decided to wrap it up for the night, you did the same, closing your laptop and grabbing your camera before heading for your room. Just as your hand hit the doorknob, Yixing called out to you.

“(y/n)?”

You looked at him over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

But he didn’t reply verbally.

Stalking towards you, Yixing had a determined look on his face. With his hands, he took your own face in his palms and brought his lips down to yours.

They were soft. Softer than you’d imagined in your fleeting daydreams, molding into yours like a perfect match. Even though your jaw was cupped in his palms, he gave you plenty of room to pull away if you so wished. But you kept on with the kiss, goosebumps rippling up your arms. The laptop and camera clattered down to the carpeted floor and, your hands now free, you entangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. It was like velvet against your skin. Yixing pulled you in closer, sanking an arm around the small of your back.

He soon leaned away, both of your breaths shallow and ragged, filling the small space between you.

“I, uh-” he chuckled, running his thumb over your cheekbone.

“What now?” you asked.

Whatever tension you’d been feeling lately had truly been a two-way street and exploded in this very moment. But where did you go from here? Where did the two of you stand?

“I think-” Yixing sighed. “I think I would really like to take you out on a proper date.”

“I think I would like that,” you replied, happy for the instant clarification.

He dipped in for one more quick kiss. “How about tomorrow night?”

“That sounds like a perfect idea.”

In typical Yixing fashion, he let go of you and walked backwards to his bedroom door, that stupid dimple poking through his shy smile thrown your way. He disappeared behind the wooden barrier after saying good night.

You bit down on your bottom lip to keep your smile from splitting your face wide open. Picking up your laptop and camera, you examined them and determined that they were fine. Behind your own door, you slid down to the ground, unable to hold back the squeal. Now that the two of you had taken that important step towards each other, you had another obstacle to overcome.

What the hell were you going to wear tomorrow?

[mendespideys]

jealous | t.h.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!roommate!tom holland 

summary: you have had enough of tom’s fuckboy antics

warnings: language, mentions of sex 

prompt: “I hate the fact that I can’t fucking hate you.”

a/n: this is my submission for @underoosbws’s writing challenge. congrats, jess 💞also: i’m not really happy with how this turned out at all, at least not the ending, but i would love some feedback! 

You groan loudly, burying your head deeper into your pillow, trying to ignore the obnoxious giggles of the girl Tom had brought home with him. You can vaguely hear him telling her to be quiet, which just fuels your annoyance more. Tom didn’t seem to have any idea what time it was, or he just didn’t care. The door to his room closes, and you sigh, already reaching for your headphones. 

When he brought the very first girl home with him, you had told him how thin the walls were the very next day. He had shrugged, saying that he wouldn’t care if you brought a guy home, playing it off as no big deal. Several girls later, you had started to feel slightly jealous of the random one-night stands he would bring with him. One night, you had caught yourself wishing it was you, and since that day, you had suppressed those feelings. However, this was getting harder and harder with every new girl he brought back to your shared apartment. 

Pushing the earbuds into your ears, you quickly press play on a song just as another string of giggles echoes throughout the apartment. You briefly wonder why Tom seemed to always bring back the biggest airheads he could find. He just rolled his eyes the one day you asked him, ignoring your observation. You tried not to interfere with what had become a somewhat schedule. He would go out with Harrison on Saturday night, bring a girl home to have fun with and then she would leave early Sunday morning - unless he kicked her out the same night - and he would nurse his hangover. 

You scroll through your phone, focusing on the lyrics and not what’s happening in the room across the living room. Your Instagram explore page quickly grows boring, and you sigh, clicking the text message icon. You pause for a moment, unsure of what to do, before quickly tapping on his name.

he’s at it again and i’m dying. hELP

The three dots pop up, signaling that Harrison is typing his response. You wait, welcoming the distraction. 

sorry puddin. he’ll grow out of his phase soon

You shake your head at the familiar nickname. Harrison had taken it upon himself to call you pudding ever since you had spilled chocolate pudding all over yourself the second time you met him. Despite hating it in the beginning, you had you admit you didn’t mind it much know that you were this close to him.

phase?? this is just who he is. a major fuckboy and he fucking sucks

He didn’t suck. Tom had been a rather enjoyable roommate so far. He always paid his rent on time, even paying your half too one time when your paychecks had gotten messed up. He would clean up after himself and he would watch movies with you. Admittedly, the two of you had grown quite close during the past year. You weren’t entirely sure when you had started catching feelings for him, but you didn’t want to dwell on feelings that would remain unrequited. 

After getting no response from Harrison, you figure he’s busy or asleep, so you remove your earbuds after pausing the song currently playing. Hearing a moan and more giggling, you instantly regret it. You extend your arm behind you, furiously banging against the wall to tell them to quiet down their actions. The apartment falls silent for a moment before the girl whines loudly, her voice annoyingly high-pitched. They talk back and forth before you hear the front door slam shut and you furrow your brows out of confusion. A second later, Tom barges through your door.

“What is your fucking problem?” 

You sit up, taken aback at his crude question, ignoring the fact that you were only wearing a thin tank top. “Excuse me?”

“I’m literally just trying to have some fun and you can’t even let me do that,” he mutters, running a hand through his disheveled curls. 

You force yourself to look away from his half-way unbuttoned shirt, the sight only a painful reminder. Tom raises his eyebrows, obviously waiting for some sort of clever comeback or at least an explanation. 

“Can’t even let you- you have girls over every fucking Saturday. I never complain. I let you bring all these stupid girls home and I literally have to put headphones on so I can’t hear them moaning your name. I am so sorry that I want to go to sleep instead of listening to you fucking the night away.”

Tom scoffs, looking at you, but you avoid his eyes, knowing you would melt as soon as his brown orbs met yours. The effect he had on you was absolutely unfair and you despised it. 

“You’re just jealous,” Tom states, throwing his hands up. 

“You know what? Maybe I am, but it’s none of your fucking business because you don’t give a shit anyways. Now get out of my room, Holland.” 

“Are you jealous of me getting laid or the girls I bring home?” His question appears innocent, but you know him, and easily sense the underlying teasing tone. 

“Get out,” you seethe, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. 

Tom finally seems to notice the seriousness of your behavior, realizing you aren’t playing along with him. Sighing, he turns around and closes the door behind him without a word. As soon as he does, the tears in your eyes don’t care about invitations anymore and push past your closed lids. You sit there for a second, the salty drops running your cheeks, and you wonder how it had gotten to this point. 

You had never meant to become close to Tom; definitely never meant to fall in love with him. Is that what this is? Are you in love with him? You’re not sure about anything other than how painful it was to see him with someone else. Although his girls seemed dumb, they were always gorgeous and you knew he would never go for you. You had told Harrison one time, accidentally blurting it out, and he had just nodded. He told you he could see it in the way you looked at him. A part of you wished Tom could see it too.

Leaning against the wall, you pull your legs up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them to keep them there. You decide you don’t want to cry over him anymore but that’s easier said than done. You glance at your phone, clicking the home button to check the time. A broken smile makes its way to your lips as you inspect the screensaver. A picture that Tom’s brother, Harry, had taken of you, Tom and Harrison the first time you met his family adorned the screen.

A soft knock interrupts your thoughts and you immediately look at your door, half expecting Tom to burst through the same way he had fifteen minutes ago. He doesn’t say anything and briefly, you wonder if he would just go away if you pretend to be asleep. Sniffling, you ask him,

“What do you want?”

“Can I come in, please? It’s easier to talk to you when I can see your pretty face.” 

You give him permission and the door opens immediately. You glance at him, noticing he had changed into a plain t-shirt and sweats. You refuse to look at the way the fabric hug his chest, instead meeting his eyes for the first time that night. Tom’s expression softens at the sight of you, but you tell yourself just imagining things. He sighs quietly. 

“I don’t really understand why you’re upset,” he starts and for some reason, his choice of words spark the anger within you. “I bring girls home every weekend. What’s so different about tonight?” 

“Exactly,” you state, letting your legs fall down, still not moving from your spot. “You bring girls back to our apartment every weekend. I can hear everything you guys do and I am tired of having to listen to music every Saturday night because the guy I love is fucking some random girl next door!” 

“Darling-”

“Don’t call me that. I’m not your ‘darling’. I am not your anything. You just see me as your roommate and that’s all I am ever going to be,” you’re crying again, croaking out your next words. “I hate the fact that I can’t fucking hate you. I try, Tom, I do, but then you’ll let me borrow your sweatshirt if I’m cold or you’ll help me study for my tests and it all melts away. I never thought I’d be crying over you, but here I am, and it fucking sucks.” 

Tom’s eyes are wide and for a second you think it’s because you told him you wanted to hate him, but then you realize how the words had come out of your mouth. You should feel embarrassed, you know that, but all you feel is the immense weight that has been lifted off your shoulders. For a moment, you could care less about your one-sided love, relief flooding your veins after finally getting this off your chest. 

You look at him, slightly annoyed with how attractive he looks in just a shirt and sweatpants, and wait for him to respond. The room fills with a short silence. Not necessarily an awkward one, but a comfortable one either. Your roommate’s mouth opens but he quickly closes it again, not knowing what to say. You look back down at your phone, suddenly wondering if you had just ruined your friendship. A small pang of guilt hits you, knowing that if you had, you ruined your relationship with Harrison as well. 

“Tom, say something,” you prompt softly, getting slightly worried from his lack of words. He rubs the back of his neck.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” his voice comes out slightly hoarse and he clears his throat. Your heartbeat quickens involuntarily. “I haven’t had a real relationship since I was sixteen. I never thought a girl like you would like me. I would be lying if I said I didn’t find you attractive, Y/N, but I don’t know what to do about it. I know you want more than just a one-night stand.” 

His words repeat in your head and you physically feel your shoulders slump slightly, pressing your lips together in thought. The fact that Tom had admitted to finding you attractive wasn’t even registered. You knew Tom had been sleeping around for a while, but you had never suspected his last relationship ended six years ago. 

“Oh.” Your response is quiet, almost dumbfounded. 

Tom looks at you quizzically, as if to determine your mental state, before taking the two strides forward to reach your bed. You watch him as he sits down on the edge of your bed. It wasn’t the first time Tom had sat in your bed, but it felt different now, almost slightly intimate. 

“I’m willing to try. For you,” Tom admits softly, turning back to look at you. 

You look at him incredulously, not fully believing him. Shuffling around on the bed, you scoot closer to him. He tracks your movements silently, looking at you with genuine eyes as your meet his. Your heart continues to race, recognizing the close proximity between the two of you. Your eyes flicker toward his lips, only for a moment, but neither of you makes the first move. You nod slowly. 

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow. I’m sleepy,” you confess, pushing away the urge to press your lips against his. 

Tom nods, a look on his face that you can’t quite decipher. He stands slowly, the bed creaking from the loss of his weight. You reach out and grab his wrist, stopping him from leaving your room. It happened somewhat automatically because all you knew was that you didn’t want him to leave just yet. He looks at you questioningly over his shoulder. 

“Stay. Please?” you whisper, the emotional exhaustion taking over. 

He nods slowly, cautiously climbing back into bed with you. Struggling slightly, you finally get comfortable under the covers. It’s silent again, but you don’t mind it this time. It feels comforting. 

“Don’t get any ideas, Holland, we’re just sleeping.” 

Tom chuckles, snaking his hand underneath your neck. Pushing gently, he turns you over so you have no choice but to rest your head on his chest. You can feel his heart beating, the steady rhythm soothing you. Tom kisses the top of your head and you suddenly wonder if he does this with all the other girls. As if he senses your slight jealousy, he rubs your upper arm. 

“Just for the record, I didn’t do anything with the blondie. And I have never cuddled up anyone like this, ever, which I kind of regret because it’s surprisingly comfortable. I’m glad you’re my first, though.” 

“Shut up and let me enjoy this moment,” you mumble, earning yet another chuckle from Tom. Placing yet another kiss to the top of your head, he hums, telling you to go to sleep. You oblige without needing much encouragement, nuzzling into his side. 

[yukheii]

bts as dads: yoongi

jin • yoongi • hoseok • namjoon • jimin • taehyung • jeongguk

[cr.]

one little girl, the mini min, the light of his life, his muse, his best friend, his everything

min yeona, 4 years old

when i say yoongi’s daughter is his best friend i mean his Best Friend

has the pout™️

takes her everywhere with him 

it doesn’t even bother or bore her because her dad is also her best friend and her role model and her idol and she loves spending time with him

she looks up to him so much, she even mimics his every move

but in her own little kid way and it’s so fucking cute

yoongi physically clutches his heart every time he looks at her

if yoongi’s drinking an americano, she has her own cup of honey water

if yoongi’s playing piano, she’s learning scales on her little electric keyboard

if yoongi’s kicking his legs up on the coffee table, she has her legs straight out, one crossed over the other just like him

(she can’t reach the coffee table, so sometimes she even kicks her legs up on top of yoongi’s and he l o v e s it)

if yoongi’s wearing his leather jacket, she’s wearing her leather jacket 

she truly is the mini min 

speaking of matching outfits

yoongi loves to play dress up with his daughter

he just likes making her look stylish as shit

he could roll of out bed in sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, not giving a fuck because he’s only heading to dance practice, but the mini min is decked out in a silk bomber jacket and ripped jeans and hair bows looking fly as hell

they have matching oversized scarfs 

calls herself min smartie

stagename: spice

is consistently ready to fight anyone who argues that her daddy is not the best daddy in the entire world

some other innocent kid in class: my dad is the best

min yeona: false, my dad is the best dad in the world and i love him so much, in this essay i will explain—

lots and lots and lots of studio time together

sometimes you drop her off after school and yoongi will already have laid out a blanket on the floor with some snacks and a coloring book 

he may or may not have installed another little desk opposite his with a mini sound board and computer and games and a swivel chair just her size

she’s not very high maintenance, just being in the same room as her dad is enough time spent with him for her

she might just be in the background chilling but yoongi is always watching her and takes notes on her body language as critiques on his music

if she’s sitting on a chair and swinging her legs to the beat he smiles because yay his little girl likes it

sometimes she gets up and dances and that’s the best reaction

because if mini min doesn’t like the track, the track gets scrapped

sometimes he’s more direct and asks her and i she’s quite honest with him

if she doesn’t like something, she’s sure to tell him that

“no that’s too slow daddy, i’m bored”

“no that sounds funny daddy i don’t like it”

“ooh i like that one i like the drums make it louder daddy!!!”

and yoongi listens to her every word

(the other producers think he’s crazy for taking musical production advice from a literal child, but yoongi doesn’t give a single fuck, her approval means everything to him)

she’s constantly showing yoongi new things she’s learned when it comes to music

“daddy look at what i learned how to play today!!”

and she’s always showing yoongi “new” music and even though he’s already heard he always plays along and tells her she has better taste in music than he does

there’s no way you can’t tell that she’s yoongi’s daughter

she’s sarcastic and offhanded way like yoongi

doesn’t always say what she’s thinking out loud unless asked because she’s a quiet kid, too

but if you ask for her opinion, you’ll get nothing but pure honesty

“ah, yeona do you like uncle hobi’s new shoes” “not really the colors aren’t pretty”

she probably takes lots of naps in the studio too but that’s not at all the reason why yoongi bought a kumamon beanbag and a bunch of fluffy pillows and blankets and put them aside

she knows when not to bother her dad but if she’s really sleepy and it’s been a particularly long day, sometimes she’ll go over to yoongi’s chair while he’s mixing music, sit herself on his lap and make herself comfortable

sometimes she tries to stay awake and yoongi teaches her about the buttons on the soundboard

but sometimes she just wraps her small hands around his waist as much as she can and falls asleep

(yoongi loves when she does that the most)

of course yoongi and yeona have matching headphones what else were you expecting

he carries her everywhere like physically carries her in his arms at all time this is his princess we’re talking about here

will write songs about her (will pull a beyoncé and feature her on a track)

 most fond of her uncle hobi and uncle jimin

because uncle jimin feeds her addiction to sweets and buys her lots of character plushies

and uncle jimin the cuddliest and spoils her the most

and uncle jimin has fluffy hair that he lets her braid

and uncle hobi lets her into his recording studio and they always mess around and he knows all the buttons to make her voice sound all funky

sometimes hobi saves the recording and sends them to yoongi when he’s having a hard time and just opening a file of his little girl singing one of their songs and hearing her giggle at the end of the track is all he needed to get over his writer’s block or whatever it was that was bothering him