#anon good god i saw this as soon as i woke up and immediately got to work... thank you for ur service

[cheolhub]

um idk what this is called but soobin being a dumb big bf. literally he’s so big and he makes u feel so good n he doesn’t know why u want him to fuck u deeper when he’s already all up in ur guts :( like it just flies over his head why u go crazy over him being so tall n big BUT COME ON😭 sorry im thinking too much abt size kink soob

HIMBO!SOOBIN

FUCK. soobin being a big himbo who only thinks with his big fat cock that fills you up just right. :( himbo soobin who doesn’t understand the great effect he has on you ‘n misses all the obvious hints about you loving his size ‘n how good he makes you feel.

and, god, do you love his cock so much. he’s huge. brings you to tears every time, but you fucking love it. you love how he can get you just as dumb as he is without even meaning to.

but he’s oblivious! he’s always so sad to see you in tears!! he could probably cry himself because “why is my pretty baby crying?” he’d ask after impaling you on length.

such a sweet, dumb little thing—he’d even stop just ‘cuz he couldn’t handle thinking he’s hurt you. </3

but you protest, as always, wrapping your legs around his waist in attempts to keep him moving and push him deeper inside of you. you’re in tears, yes, that much is obvious, but not in the bad way— never in the bad way.

“d-don’t stop! please fuck me deeper, ‘binnie, god fuck, please,” you sob out a surprisingly coherent beg, back arching and hips bucking into his.

he frowns, cocking his head to the side in confusion. “but…” he splays his big hand over your tummy and pushes gently to emphasize his current position (as if you didn’t already know where his cock was). “‘m already right here, sweet girl?”

you gasp and splutter over your words at the action, fresh tears of pleasure filling your eyes over again. “‘binnie! ‘b-binnie! don’t care,” you pant, pussy tightening around him.

but when his confused expression doesn’t falter and his body still doesn’t move, you realize you actually have to spell it out for him. “‘binnie, feels so good to me! ‘m crying ‘cus i love it so so much— so big inside of me, jus’ wan’ you to keep fucking me… please?” you plea, hands weakly gripping his forearms.

he still doesn’t get it— he may never get it with his himbo brain, but he obliges anyway, resuming his thrusts ensuring his pelvis meets yours so he can fill you up all the way. just like you want.

you thank him. you thank him over and over and over till you’re gushing all over him, creaming his cock with your entirety. you incoherently tell him how big he is, how he’s the only one who fucks you this good, how you were made to take his fat cock.

dumb, oblivious baby just nods his head, not understanding a single word you’ve just told him. he releases inside of you solely because you wanted him to and because your tight pussy was “squeezin’ me so hard.”

he pulls out of your spent cunt watching his substantial load escape you with a frown.

“always cum so much,” you gasp, body slumping in exhaustion. you look up to see his puppy dog face and mirror it. “what’s wrong, baby?”

he sighs, looking down with his big length in his even bigger hand. “‘m still hard.”

“‘course you are,” you smile. it would be abnormal if he wasn’t— soobin needs at least 3 rounds before he goes soft again. “‘s okay, ‘bin. i can take it. give it to me?”

he nods cutely, eyes wide with a small grin before pushing into your messy pussy with a moan. if there’s one thing he understands, it’s that, like you, he can never get enough.

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[skzoologist]

I just woke up, Hello

My vision is failing me ngl, for some reason whenever I wake up my vision gets so goddamn blurry, I can't read

The ghost fic made me cry, so beautiful

The ghost anon is so sweet wth

OH and since you erased the 1 request for 1 person thing, I would like to request

"No! I want cuddles now!" 🧋☕ focused more on Bae, 3Racha

Go ham with it

P.S I saw that -6°C was nearly freezing? Is where you guys live that warm? Cuz here the lowest is like -33°C and highest is like -9°C so far

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: none

genre: fluff, crack

a/n: Hey-ho 🐿️ anonnie! I hope your vision got better soon afterwards, it sounds worrying 😨 And I'm sorry my ghost!Bae fic made you cry, I hope this one will cheer you back up! Made it extra fluffy, for you. I accidentally went ham with it, I did not mean to write this much lol 💀 Also where I live it's I guess relatively warm? It's kinda rare for it to snow here properly (and not just have sludge and ice all over the place), which is why I'm so happy it snowed a few days ago, even if only a few centimeters. Your place is waaaaay colder, so stay bundled up and cosy! 😊

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

The powerful beats of their latest title track flowed through his body, his heart beating to that same, exhilarating rhythm. He knew the song from the top of his head already, having danced to it countless times, and yet, once the inevitable silence crept in, he restarted the cycle all over again, no matter how much his clothes and hair clinged to his sweaty skin.

Then suddenly the music cut off midway, a frustrated sigh left in its place amidst the dancer’s confusion.

“Bae, how many times have we talked about this? You’ve already perfected the choreography, you NEED to rest now.” - it was Minho, a disapproving scowl sitting on his sharp features.

Bae simply watched his hyung, heaving for air, wondering how the man got there in the first place. A quick glance at the now open door gave him all the answers he needed, knowing fully well that he was probably too absorbed in his own practice to even hear the sound of the door opening. Wouldn’t have been the first time, after all.

“I’m talking to a wall, I swear to god. Bae. If I see you in this room one. More. Time. I’m chucking you into the air fryer next to Hyunjin. Don’t look at me like that. Now go.” - the angry cat ushered him out, gathering all of the otter’s belongings and shoving them into his arms.

Bae obediently let himself be pushed out of the door, a click immediately resounding in the air.

He was locked out, that much was obvious.

Of course he knew not to push Minho’s buttons anymore, a miracle in itself that he was let off only with a simple warning. He’d already experienced the man’s wrath once before and it was not fun at all. Just the mere thought brought a shiver up his spine, never wanting to experience that ever again. Even if it was all for his own good, he would rather avoid a repeat of what’d happened.

Sighing, Bae trudged towards the locker room, the thought of a quick shower and fresh clothes soothing his mind.

Although that calmness disappeared the moment he checked his phone afterwards, the device filled with messages from Chan. There wasn’t a lot, not nearly enough to make him think something terrible had happened, but their contents were unusual, requesting him to drop by the studio. It had happened before, sure, but not often enough for it to be considered normal. The three idols preferred to work alone, their synergy so perfect, anyone else’s presence was a mere bother.

Confused, but not having anything else to do, Bae messaged his leader back and started his ascent to the seeked-after room. It took a bit of time; the hallways were packed, and so was the elevator, the rush hour inside the company hitting the idol full force. He politely bowed his head in greeting towards staff and other idols, some looking at him with a smile, some too busy and instead looking like they were about to collapse right then and there. It caused a worried crease to form in his forehead, but there was nothing he could do, sadly.

Having made his way to where he was needed, Bae let himself into the room, only after a soft knock and a quiet ‘Come in’ could be heard.

There sat Chan, Changbin and Jisung, all in comfy hoodies, bundled up and hunched over the table, way too entranced to even look away from the monitors fully. 

Only after Bae closed the door and plopped onto the couch did Chan shake himself out of this trance, headphones now fully slid off and hanging around his neck. A lopsided smile sat upon his face as their eyes met, only widening at Bae’s expression.

The other two joined the oldest soon, all eyes set on Bae and teasing smiles dancing on their lips. Bae didn’t know what warranted these expressions, simply confusedly tilting his head and causing soft giggling to be heard.

“So, I heard Minho kicked you out of the practice room.” - Chan gently whispered out amidst giggles, dimples fully on display. “Oh, so that’s why he looks like that!” “Jisung! Hey, it’s okay baby, don’t look so sad.” - Changbin said, his arms already guiding Bae’s head towards his chest in a soothing hug.

It was true that their tallest member was not happy about being kicked out, but the others’ reactions puzzled him greatly. He wasn’t devastated or anything, so what were they talking about?

Loud laughter grabbed his attention, the poorly breathing wolf soon joined by a quokka and a dwaekki. This only confused him more, a huff escaping his mouth as he crossed his arm, now free from Changbin’s hold, as the latter was too busy almost falling off the couch.

“I love it so much when you don’t realise you’re doing the puppy eyes. Hyung, you look like a kicked puppy!” - Jisung explained, making Bae’s eyes widen and cheeks dust over with pink. “Mh, our baby otter is so cute.” - Chan added in, watching in satisfaction as his victim’s skin only reddened. “YAH, you’re too cute, this is unfair!” - Changbin all but shouted, locking Bae into a tight hug and squeezing the air out of him.

Bae tried to wiggle out of the dwaekki’s arms, but the hold on him was way too strong for that. After realising this, he gave up, turning limp in the happily celebrating man’s clasp, essentially becoming his cuddle pillow. 

Seeing this all, the two left out members started protesting, wanting their fair share of their shy member and his cuddles. Bae didn’t hesitate to take the chance when Changbin’s arms loosened around him amidst his own protests about wanting to keep the man for himself, quickly slipping out and away from all of them. This naturally gathered all their attention; their eyes watching him fiercely, as if he was their prey, ready to be hunted.

“Is this why you called me here?” - he sternly asked, a furrow in his brows and a slight scowl in his lips that wasn’t there out of true anger. “Yes and naur. Minho asked me to essentially lock you into the studio with us, so you cannot secretly overwork yourself. And hey, who am I to say no to some cuddles?” - Chan answered, that teasing smirk dancing on his lips that told Bae he was not joking around.

Before the cornered otter could dash towards the door, Jisung pounced on him, keeping him in place just long enough for the other two to drag him back onto the couch. A soft ‘Oomph’ sound left his lips as he collided with the bouncy material, unable to fight against the entire force of Gymracha alone.

He had to accept his fate, one that was filled with stiffening cuddles and teasing for an unforeseen amount of time.

A deep sigh left his lips as he’d done exactly that, relaxing in Chan’s hold as Jisung was hugging his legs and Changbin was playing with his fingers, arm tightly hugged into his chest. The couch was impossibly small to house all four of them, yet somehow they managed, all crammed into the tiny space. 

The three seemed content to just stay like that, and seeing as Bae literally had no choice, he let them be, their warmth seeping into his clothes and skin, settling there in contentment. His muscles relaxed in a way he didn’t even know they needed to, a tension he’d never noticed leaving his body. The position he was trapped in felt safe, as if he had nothing to worry about in the entire world.

Maybe Minho was right, maybe he did need to rest for a bit, just a little bit.

But after an hour of it all, he was starting to overheat, the contact on his skin now too much, too warm.

“Shouldn’t you guys be working?” - he asked, hoping the answer would be yes, since all of them were workaholics to a certain degree. “No, I want cuddles now!” - Jisung shouted before anyone else could, flopping onto Bae’s front and burying his head into his clothed stomach.

Chan and Changbin only laughed at his misery, their answers probably similar to their younger members. Bae could only sigh for the umpteenth time, head gently plopping back against Chan’s shoulder.

“At least let me get my hoodie off.” “No.”

The afternoon seemed way too long in Bae’s eyes already, a fact that was only strengthened as time went on, even though there was an undeniable, gentle warmth that danced around in his eyes whenever he looked at the ones around him.

[clusterfuck-misc]

ANON ASKS:

We need a part 4 of puppy Obsession, seriously it's way too good

Y’all are OBSESSED.

But it’s okay, ‘cuz I am too, LMAO.

Yandere Leon Kennedy x Officer Reader

This is in HC format.

The reader is gender neutral.

Content warning: Kidnapping, delusional behavior, mentions of force feeding, slight temper issues, dread, falling through windows.

ARCHIVED POST. @clusterfuck-yandere IS MY NEW BLOG.

PLEASE DO NOT SEND REQUESTS ON THIS BLOG.

— You woke up in an unfamiliar room.

The walls were unpainted and the floor was concrete.

Other than the mattress you were on, the room was empty and the stairs leading up to the only exit looked old.

Were you in a basement..?

You suddenly remembered the events that happened… hours before?

How long it’s been didn’t really matter to you.

What did was that the last face you saw was Leon Kennedy’s.

The last thing he said to you echoed in your mind.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…. I’m…”

Panic began to ebb at your chest.

This was his doing, wasn’t it?

He knocked you out (as apparent by the gash on the crook of your neck) and took you to a secondary location.

Maybe his own house?

With shaky legs, you got up from the mattress and crossed your arms for heat.

God, it’s cold down here.

Before you could start making your way over to the stairs, the door flew open.

The sudden movement and loud bang it created made you jump.

Leon’s head popped through the door way, eyes wide in his own sort of panic, but then immediately relaxed when he saw you.

“(Y/N)!!”

The cheerful tone of his voice made you sick.

He stumbled down the stairs after taking the time to close the door behind him. It was like he was in a hurry to reach you (adding to your wave of sickness).

“I missed you so much,” he whined, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “You we’re still asleep when I had to go to work, and I didn’t want to leave you, but I had to, and… and…”

You stood there stuff as a board as he started to sniffle.

Was he seriously going to cry?

Willing to do anything but awkwardly stand in his arms as he cried, you decided to ask more important questions. “Leon… where am I?”

His glossy eyes took a confused look; like the answer was obvious and you should know.

“Home.”

— You’re not allowed to leave the basement.

After initially waking up, you pleaded that he let you go.

“Leon, please… let me go back home..!”

“(Y/N), you are home!”

He brings you breakfast and dinner every day, usually consisting of big platters.

At first, you didn’t eat these meals.

What if he did something to them..?

But Leon noticed you weren’t eating very quickly.

“Do you feel sick? Come on, (Y/N), you have to eat..!”

It didn’t take long before he started to force feed you.

“I don’t want you going hungry,” he’d say as he shoves a piece of bread down your throat.

(At least you found out the food wasn’t poisoned or anything.)

Escape seems very slim, since the only door there has some sort of lock on the outside.

It just won’t budge, much to your despair.

And it only opens when Leon’s home…

No matter how much you begged him to let you go, he was adamant on keeping you here.

“You kept running away from me… I… I didn’t like that…”

So, the solution in his mind was to kidnap you and bring you to his own home.

So he could stare at you…

Follow you…

Sleep next to you…

All in one place.

You can’t run anymore.

He’s quite literally cornered you.

— He’s always in the basement with you.

As soon as work is over, he’ll run down the stairs and act like he hasn’t seen you in ages.

“(Y/N)!! I missed you!!”

It’s very common to see him a bit teary eyed as he holds you in his arms.

He’ll lay you both down on the mattress, inhaling your scent like a drug.

And he doesn’t even take the time to change out of his uniform…

The two of you will lay down for hours until he goes upstairs for a bit.

Then he comes back downstairs in his nightwear and lays down for bed.

And, of course, he’s got you trapped in his arms.

“I love you,” he’ll mumble. “I love you so much…”

It’s like his prayer at night.

The adoration in his tone makes you squirm.

He always has his hands on you when he’s there.

Hugging you, playing with your hair, a firm grasp on your wrist, you just can’t weasel out of his touch.

Any time you do, he just pulls you into him further.

“Stop moving so much,” he giggles.

It’s like he doesn’t even realize you’re trying to escape him…

And the staring.

God, the staring.

The thing that was your first red flag since the start of this nightmare.

His eyes are now on you every waking hour.

And he can afford to do that now, too.

You’ve gotten used to it, but it still creeps you out when you look over and see him just… staring.

Staring with that lovesick look in his eyes.

It’s as if he’s…

“A lovesick puppy.”

Just like some of the other officers told you at work.

— Making you love him is his top priority.

That’s why he gets upset when you show even the slightest bit of resistance.

Maybe you flinched when he took a step towards you.

Or pushed him away when he hugged you.

Or called him sick when he offered to bathe you.

“… You don’t love me…” he’ll whimper out as if he just realized it. “You don’t… why… why don’t you love me?!”

His brows will furrow together and his fists will clench.

“WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME?!”

Was he expecting an answer from you?

“Leon… kidnapping someone isn’t going to make them love you…”

He seems to consider your words.

“… Make…” he echoed. “Make…”

The dry chuckle that left his throat petrified you.

“I… I have to make you love me… I— I need to make you love me…” he sinks down to the floor, head in his hands. “I… need you to love me… pl— please love me… love me, love me, love me—”

He’ll then lunge for you.

“LOVE ME!! I… I’VE DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU!! GOD, WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME?!”

He’s got you pinned to the mattress, his head on your shoulder.

“Please… please… I love you so much… I love you— I-I love you!! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you—”

You never say you love him.

You only awkwardly pet his hair, in fear of him doing something drastic…

— Your questions about the outside world are always ignored.

Anytime you ask, he acts like he didn’t hear you.

“Has anyone noticed I’ve been missing?”

He only snuggles in closer to you.

“Have I even been reported as missing?”

He begins to draw circles into your shoulder.

“What about work?”

He starts to get an irritated look on his face.

“Leon, answer me!”

“They’ll take you away from me,” he finally snaps. “I don’t want that to happen!”

Though it didn’t exactly answer your question, you could feel your stomach drop at his words.

“Someone’s going to start looking for me,” you threatened in a low tone.

He gives a blissful sigh. “No… no, they won’t…”

And, as the days go by, you start to believe that he’s right.

— He gives you gifts a lot.

Trinkets, flowers, chocolates, you name it.

He’s doing what he can to get you to love him.

Something that became very common after his first temperamental episode is him returning to work with a giddy smile on his face and a gift in his hand.

God, you’d think he’s a dog retrieving things for his owner…

Unsure, you’ll take the gift and look at it.

“Do you like it?? I picked it out just for you!”

A plastered smile will find its way on your face as you nod.

“I knew you would,” he cheers. “I love you so much!”

He’ll also begin to get you clothing as well.

While you’re grateful to finally have a change of clothes, it comes with the price of him… well… trying to bathe you.

“Leon, I can do it myself!!”

“But I wanna help…”

By the grace of god, you manage to convince him to to stay outside of the bathroom (after he carried you upstairs and you debated on making a break for it).

The bathroom is small and doesn’t have any windows to escape from, and he seemed to take the precaution of hiding away anything sharp or heavy.

You doubted hitting him with a shampoo bottle was going to work.

So, with a sigh of defeat, you began to get into the tub.

Washing yourself felt therapeutic, since you hadn’t done it in forever.

It was also a few relaxing moments to yourself without your captor crushing you in his arms.

Meaning you could plan your escape without distractions.

That sicko closes the basement door as soon as he opens it.

So… what if you wait right at the top of the stairs?

But he would probably grab you before you could slip around him…

That meant you needed something to surprise him with…

You were about to look around the bathroom again for something, anything, you could take without him noticing —

— until you saw Leon’s head poking through the door, staring at you.

“JESUS CHRIST,” you yelped.

That man has no sense of privacy…

— You requested flower vases.

You just wanted to decorate the room better, that’s all.

And what better way to do that than to showcase the flowers he would constantly give you?

… The half-dead, wilting flowers?

(Anytime you inquired if he was ever going to throw the dead ones away, he would look offended.)

(“Those are my gifts to you, (Y/N)! I would never!”)

Surely, he would comply with your request, right?

As it turns out, he actually did.

“Of course! I’ll pick some up after work tomorrow!”

Sure enough, he did.

A few big vases for the giant bouquets and a few small vases for the flowers he picked himself.

He even got you some fresh daffodils.

After watching you place your flowers around the basement, he pulled you into his lap.

“It looks great, (Y/N)!”

You gave him one of your fake smiles as he rubbed his cheek against your neck.

I just have to endure this hellhole a little longer…

— You prepared everything as soon as he left for work the next day.

He was working from 8 to 7 — you knew that — but that didn’t stop you from getting ready.

This was it.

This was the day you were escaping.

So, you emptied one of the vases of its flowers and practiced swinging it.

Different styles were attempted; you could uppercut him, smack him sideways, kick him and then hit him…

But you decided the most effective way was to just hit him on top of the head and run for it.

You might’ve looked a bit silly doing nothing but swinging an empty vase around.

But there was only one shot at taking him by surprise.

You had to make it count.

Dread built up in your chest as the hours passed by.

What if it didn’t work?

What if you missed his head and he recovers from the initial shock?

What if knows what’s your planning and is prepared?

No, you scolded yourself. This was going to work. This HAD to work.

A shaky breath left your lips.

He was due to be home any minute now.

You crept up the old stairs and stopped at the last step.

The vase you held in your iron grip trembled as you tried to keep your hands still.

Adrenaline made your heart thump in your ears.

You were getting out of here.

Even if the plan didn’t play out like you wanted it to, you were gonna fight tooth and nail to escape.

Besides, you didn’t train at the police academy for nothing.

The sound of a jingling lock made your heart rate spike; there he was.

He was home.

3…

You lifted the vase.

2…

It was now or never.

1…

The door swung open.

When his surprised face came into your field of vision, you slammed the vase down on his head.

And then you ran.

Not taking time to notice how the glass shattered into pieces or your captor’s grunt of pain, you shoved him out of the way and ran like a bat out of hell.

You bolted down the halls as your eyes scanned for an exit. A front door, a back door, an open widow for fuck’s sake, anything.

“(Y/N)!!”

Oh, fuck.

Heavy footsteps got louder, and you feared you wouldn’t be able to open the front door in time before he grabbed you.

So, you zipped up the staircase and hid in one of the rooms.

It was a dumb idea; you knew it was a dumb idea.

But what else could you do?

“(Y/N)…!! (Y/N), WHERE ARE YOU?!”

You quickly looked around the room to see that it had a window.

As quietly as you could, you rushed over to it and began to pull it open.

Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon—

You almost sobbed in relief when it was wide enough for your body to fit through.

But the drop…

It looked so far down…

2 stories looked a lot scarier when planning to actually jump.

What if you landed on your head or broke your neck?

ThumpthumpthumpTHUMPTHUMP.

“(Y/N)—? NO!!”

Fuck it.

You swallowed down your fears and jumped out before he could grab you.

The fall down was only 3 to 4 seconds long, which gave you little time to tighten your muscles and prepare for impact.

Hitting the ground hurt like hell and it knocked the wind out of your lungs.

In fact, you lungs felt like they were crushed.

But you remembered to cover your head, and the worst of the pain was mostly your feet and ankles.

Even so, it still took you a couple seconds before you could even move.

I lived, you cried out in your mind. Holy shit, I LIVED.

As miraculous as it sounded, you survived the fall.

Tears of relief almost began to pour down your face. A grateful sob left your lips (though it might’ve been a sob of pain) and you felt the urge to kiss the ground.

But it wasn’t time to celebrate just yet.

“(Y/N)!! OH MY GOD!! (Y/N)!!!”

You managed to look up to see Leon staring out the window, a horrified expression on his face.

He seemed to be debating on jumping out the window himself.

However, decided against it and quickly disappeared from sight.

He was coming after you.

You had to run.

Getting up was a pain in the ass; you wouldn’t be surprised if you broke a bone or two.

But you managed to crawl to your feet and stumble across the backyard.

You told yourself you were going to get out of here, and you damn well meant it.

Adrenaline was your only energy source at that point as you pushed yourself past trees and dead logs.

Running as fast as your throbbing legs would allow, you weaved through the woods.

Branches hit your broken form and leaves cut your cheeks, but you could barely feel the pain in your panicked state.

Over the logs, cut through the bushes, duck under that branch.

Those were the only thoughts that filled your mind.

You didn’t know how long you were running, but it was nightfall by the time you tripped over a lifted tree root and fell to the ground.

Get up, you told yourself. Come on, get up!!

But your body wouldn’t listen.

It was too exhausted to move.

So, you let your eyes flutter closed, hoping he wouldn’t find you tonight…

[waitimcomingtoo]

Quirks

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader with OCD

Thank you to the anon who requested this and consulted with me on OCD!

Disclaimer: It it not my intention to glorify or romanticize OCD with this story. I consulted with multiple people who have OCD to develop this character.

Masterlist

“Are you ready for bed?” Peter asked as he climbed under the covers on his side. It was your first night in Peters apartment after moving in with him, and you had a nervous feeling in your tummy. There were things about yourself you had begun to notice, and you wondered how long it would take for Peter to notice as well.

“Almost.” You nodded as you knocked on the wall behind you four times. You climbed into bed beside Peter as if nothing happened, leaving Peter puzzled.

“What are you doing?” Peter chuckled as he watched your movements.

“If I don’t do this, I can’t sleep.” You said simply.

“Okay.” Peter laughed again, making you wince a little.

“I know it doesn’t actually help me sleep.” You admitted. “I just need to do it.”

“Wow. I can’t wait to see all the other little quirks you’ve been hiding from me.” Peter smirked as he leaned over to kiss you.

“Yeah.” You laughed nervously. “Quirks.”

~

Peter woke up the next morning to the feeling of you playing with his hair, soft fingertips brushing it off his forehead.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You said through a yawn as you combed his hair off his face.

“Good morning to you too. Are you hungry?” Peter asked as he rubbed your shoulders.

“Um, what time is it?” You sleepily rubbed your eyes.

“111:23” He answered after checking his phone.

“I’m okay.” You decided, despite your stomach growling. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

“Are you sure?” Peter noticed the growl. “I can make you something.”

“I’m sure. Sure, sure, sure.” You told him. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

Once the clock hit an even number, it was lunchtime. You walked into the kitchen at 2:24 feeling famished.

“God I’m hungry.” You patted your stomach. “Do you have anything to eat?”

“Let’s see.” Peter said as he opened his cabinet. “I have honey and boxed Mac and cheese.”

“Ooo. This a fancy restaurant.” You teased as you hugged him from behind.

“Shut up.” He laughed and turned around in your arms. “I haven’t gone shopping in a while.”

“It’s fine. We’ll go tomorrow.” You told him before kissing him. You broke away from him and took out the macaroni while he got out a pot and filled it with water.

“Here you are my love.” Peter carried the heavy pot with ease and placed it on the stove.

“Thank you. How long does the box say to boil it for?” You asked as you turned the heat up on the stove.

“11-13 minutes.” Peter read off the back of the box.

“Okay.” You nodded as you set the timer to 12 minutes. “Okay, okay, okay.”

“So precise.” Peter joked, making your face flush.

“Yup.” You forced a laugh and kept your tone light. “I just like to be precise. I definitely don’t feel like I can’t eat the macaroni unless it cooks for exactly 12 minutes.”

“What was that?” Peter asked curiously when he didn’t understand what you said.

“Nothing.” You looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. “It’ll be ready soon.”

~

A month later, Peter walked into his bathroom to brush his teeth. You were already in there, leaning close to the mirror and pressing on all your teeth.

“What are you doing?” Peter chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“I need you to check my teeth.” You turned around in his arms with a panicked expression.

“For food?” He asked and looked at your teeth. “They’re all good.”

“No, for any loose ones.” You told him and he let out a short laugh.

“Why would your teeth be loose?” He raised an eyebrow, thinking you were kidding.

“They’re not. I know they’re not.” You said, mostly to yourself. “Could you just confirm for me that they’re not?”

Peter found the request strange, but obliged and pressed on your teeth the way you had.

“All good.” He confirmed. “Nothing loose.”

You sighed in relief and turned around again, leaving Peter curious about the encounter. He shrugged it off and walked back into the bedroom, changing into his Spiderman suit while you finished up in the bathroom.

“You’re going out?” You asked from the doorway when you noticed Peter in his suit.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t be too long.” He promised. “I’ll be back before you’re asleep.”

“Will you be back before 12?” You asked as you tugged on your earlobe.

“Yeah, I will.” He told you as he placed his hands on your waist.

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” You smiled at Peter as you patted his cheek twice before kissing him. You did this every time Peter was about to leave on patrol. Before you were a couple, he’d text you before he would go out on patrol so you could flex your hand three times to ensure his safety. Now, it was two taps to the cheek and a kiss.

An hour into patrol, Peters phone rang and lit up with your contact. He answered it but before he could say hello, you started speaking.

“Peter are you okay?” You wheezed, sounding frantic.

“I’m fine, honey.” He quickly assured you. “Are you okay?”

“Yea.” You sounded more relaxed. “Are you sure you’re okay? Where are you?”

“I’m on a rooftop near the bakery.” He answered. “Did something happen?”

“No.” You sighed. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” He confirmed. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Alright. I love you.” You said into the phone. “I love, love, love you.”

~

“Are you ready to watch the movie, honey?” Peter called from the living room. It was a few months now since you started living together and he had taken a night off from patrol to be with you.

“Almost. I’m just washing my hands.” You called back. A commercial playing in the background caught your attention and you shut the water off to listen.

“What did they say it treated?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder at the TV.

“BPH.” Pete answered, reading off the screen.

“Do I have that?” You wondered, making a Peter laugh. He looked back at you to see if you were kidding, but your face showed your we’re serious.

“BPH? No, lovey.” He shook his head. “That’s just for men. I think it’s when your prostate is enlarged. And in the words of Noah Puckerman, “chicks don’t have prostates”.”

“So I don’t have that?” You asked him again, as if you didn’t believe him.

“No. You don’t have that.” He answered, growing concerned.

“Okay.” You nodded and dried your hands. “Do you have that?”

“Um, I don’t think so.” Peter furrowed his eyebrows at the strange question.

“Okay.” You said again. “Just making sure.”

“Okay.” Peter eyed you curiously as the opening credits started to play. “Oo, it’s starting.”

“I love this movie.” You mumbled as you nuzzled into Peters side.

“Me too.” Peter smiled as he pulled you closer. “I’ve seen it like 3 times already.”

“I’ve seen it 13 times.” You said after a beat of silence, making Peters eyes widen.

“Really?” He asked. “You must really like it.”

“I like rewatching the same movies.” You said sheepishly.

“Why?”

“I like knowing the ending and whats gonna happen next.” You told him, looking at him to see if he thought it was weird. His face didn’t show any signs of disdain, so you relaxed.

You watched the movie in comfortable silence as time went on, never leaving each other’s sides.

“What time is it?” You asked as the movie neared it’s end.

“11:47 babe.” Peter answered when he checked his phone.

“I have to go to bed.” You said suddenly, getting up off the couch.

“The movies almost over, lovey.” Peter chuckled in confusion as you left his side. “Just 30 more minutes.”

“I know.” You chewed your lip nervously and twisted your fingers. “I just have to go to bed. I can’t really explain it.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded, still confused. “Good night.”

“Goodnight.” You bent down to kiss him before trotting off to bed. “Night, night, night.”

Peter was beginning to pick up on certain things. You needed it be in bed by 12, you often called him randomly to ask if he was okay, and you stayed away from odd numbers. He didn’t know what to chalk it up to, but he didn’t want to pry if you didn’t want to talk about it.

~

Peter caught you putting your caught on one morning as he was coming into the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“Where are you sneaking off to so early?” He asked through a yawn as he lazily kissed your lips.

“I forgot I have a doctors appointments today.” You pouted. “It’s in a few minutes.”

“Okay. Do you need me to drive you?” He offered.

“You don’t have to drive, but could you come with me?” You asked and he nodded.

“Of course. Let’s go.” Peter grabbed his keys and walked with you to the car.

~

You walked into the lobby where Peter had waited for you with a strange look on his face. Peter immediately stood up and met you halfway, feeling concerned when he saw your expression. He could sense something was off with you but he wasn’t sure what.

“Hey baby.” He rubbed your arms in comfort. “How was the appointment?”

“Um, fine.” You nodded hesitantly. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?” Peter asked. “Did the doctor say anything?”

“No.” You lied. “Nothing important.”

“Thats good.” Peter agreed, not fully convinced you were okay.

“Hey, when’s the last time you had a check up?” You wondered as you walked towards the car.

“Oh, I’m not sure.” Peter shrugged. “Less than a year ago.”

“You should probably get checked out. You know, to make sure you’re okay.” You told him as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Sure. I can schedule an appointment soon.” Peter nodded, still looking at you in confusion.

“Do you feel okay? Do you feel sick or anything?” You put your hand on his forehead while keeping your eyes on the road.

“No.” You said quickly. “I’m okay.”

You continued driving in silence as Peter wondered what was bothering you. You were nervously chewing your lip as you checked your rear view mirror every few seconds.

“Oh my God.” You gasped and looked behind you. “I have to turn around.”

“Why?” Peter turned around as well. “What’s wrong?”

“I might have hit someone.” You gulped and changed lanes so you could turn around. Peters jaw dropped a little, knowing full well that you hadn’t hit anyone.

“Lovey, you didn’t hit anyone.” He said slowly. “We would’ve felt it.”

“I know I didn’t.” You said in defeat. “I just need to check to make sure.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded, sensing something was wrong. “We can turn around.”

You turned around and passed by the street where you though you hit something. Nothing was there, so you kept driving. Peter kept hai eyes on you, notching the worried look on your face as you continued to check the mirror.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“I have to do it again.” You sighed. “I have to turn around.”

“You didn’t hit anyone. You’re a good driver, baby.” He said quietly as he put his hand on your knee.

“I know I didn’t hit anyone. I know that but I just…” You sighed in frustration and put your blinker on. “I just have to. I’m sorry. I have to turn around.”

“Okay.” Peter agreed, not taking his eyes off you. You drove past the spot again and kept going, but your expression didn’t change.

“Do you want to turn around again?” Peter asked gently, and hit tears fell down your cheeks.

“Yes.” You sputtered. “I have to do it again. I know I didn’t hit anyone but-“

“It’s okay.” Peter assured you. “We can turn around as many times as you want.”

You gave him an appreciative look before turning around again. You calmed down as you passed the spot and continued driving in silence.

“I’m sorry.” You said after a minute. “I know it’s weird. I know I’m weird. I can’t help it though.”

“You don’t have to apologize. And I don’t think it’s weird. I just don’t understand.” Peter spoke softly as he rubbed your knee. You looked at him quickly and chew your lip as you toyed with something in your mind.

“Peter, I have OCD.” You said weakly as you snuck glances at him. Peter’s eyebrows raised in surprise before settling back down into a look of confusion.

“Oh. You do?”

“That’s what the doctor just said.” You continued. “He said there are medications to treat it. I don’t know if I should take it. But I think I need some help.”

“I’m proud of you for telling me you need help.” Peter squeezed your knee. “I had no idea you had OCD. You don’t clean things all the time or like, straighten your pencils or anything.”

“That’s not - no.” You shook your head. “It’s not really like that. It can be for some people, but that’s not what mine is like. OCD is not always cleaning based. Mine is mostly instructive thoughts or repetitive behavior.”

“Oh.” Peter thought back on all your repetitive phrases and movements. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You sighed and looked at him out of the corner of you eye to see his reaction.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He asked, much to your surprise.

“Could you just text me? I worry about you. Like, a lot.” You admitted. “I worry about if you’re okay or not all the time. Every time you go out on patrol, I put on this one movie. I feel like if I’m not watching the movie, you’re gonna die. I can’t explain it. I know you won’t die, but I can’t shake the feeling that you will. I just always worry about you.”

“I think I can help that.” Peter offered. “I can text you every half hour and make sure you know I’m safe.”

“Are you sure?” You asked as you pulled into your driveway. “That’s a lot to ask.”

“It’s okay.” Peter assured you. “Whatever I can do to make this easier, I’ll do it.”

You smiled fondly at Peter before leaning over the gear shift and kissing him, patting his cheek twice before pulling away.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “Thats exactly what I needed to hear.”

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[angelicimagines]

Ok so i thought this was a cute idea so komahina teaching the goddess of hope human things

Mod shuichi

Anon you have galaxy brain. If you can guess the three princesses I took inspiration from while writing this you get a certified Mod Shuichi Headpat. This idea was adorable and very cute to write, thanks for requesting.

–Mod Shuichi

Komahina teaching Goddess of Hope!S/O human things.

Komahina☘️🍊

☘️ They were pleasantly surprised when you came to visit them, and by that I mean you almost gave them a heart attack. 🍊 It was pretty late at night. They were hanging out at Nagito's cabin because they couldn't sleep for whatever reason and you just appeared out of thin air practically shouting hello at them. ☘️ Hinata was about to attack when he noticed it was you and lightly scolded you for scaring them like that. Nagito was ecstatic that you came to visit them, even if it was the middle of the night. 🍊 You were confused as to why they wouldn't expect you to come visit, but shrugged it off as some human thing. Speaking of human things… ☘️ You were basically in awe at the whole place and every little object that was in Nagito's cabin, you had never seen such object before! You awed at everything you laid your eyes on, like you had just been let out of the house and introduced to the world. 🍊 They let you marvel around for a while before sleep began beating them with a bat, so they went to bed. You, however, didn't need to sleep, so you just kinda stared at them while they were sleeping. You thought they were dead at first, but the rise and fall of their chest indicated otherwise. ☘️ You were concerned, what is this weird limbo between life and death they're on? It looks important to them if they're willing to mess with the rules of life et resist death's temptation, so you let them be. You act as their guard though, just in case. 🍊 When they woke up, you immediately asked them why they were playing dead. Needless to say, they were confused. They had to explain through suppressed laughter that humans do this thing called sleeping when they're tired and that it's not death. ☘️ Nagito suggested you spent the day with them so you could learn more about humans since you were so fascinated by them. You agreed quickly and immediately began asking what they were gonna show you. 🍊 They didn't expect this level of enthusiasm, so they began drawing a blank on what to show you. Hajime thought about asking some of his friends, but the class was a very mixed bag and you were still new to human stuff (plus who knows what Teruteru might suggest) ☘️ Eventually, he suggested you go to a restaurant since you probably didn't eat food and that is optimal for the human experience. Nagito agreed, saying that it was time for breakfast anyways. 🍊 When y'all were seated and ordered (Hajime ordered for you since you didn't know what to get), you began playing with the fork. You thought it was a trident and asked them what the mini trident's deal was. ☘️ Nagito chuckled and explained that the "trident" was actually a fork and that it was used to pick up food. You nodded in understanding, but you still didn't understand the mechanics of it. 🍊 When your food came, you tried to mimic what Nagito and Hajime were doing, but you couldn't get it right. You grew frustrated and asked them to show you how to do it. ☘️ They were going to continue eating as a demonstration but your confused and frustrated face told them to take a different approach. Hesitantly, Hajime began feeding you. You were confused, but your research said to open your mouth, so you did. 🍊 You did it! You took your first bite! The food was delicious and you really enjoyed it. You ate the whole thing and waited for them to finish. ☘️ After they left, Nagito suggested (in his own way) you visited the park. From what the other gods told you, the park was like a mini heaven on earth where people could relax and have fun. Great, the park it is! 🍊 You ran off to find the park and they ran after you, guiding you in the right direction. You were moving around too much, they needed a plan. They both thought of the same thing, but were both flustered at the thought and thought it was too soon. ☘️ Welp, better get embarrassed than you getting lost. You came to a halt when you felt both of your hands being engulfed by theirs. You glanced between each of their hands and asked what this was. 🍊 They explained, through blushing and some stuttering, that it was called hand holding. You

gave a small "oh" in reply and squeezed their hands, swinging them around while you giggled. ☘️ You three walked around the park, them explaining what the things around you were and what the people were doing. Your endeavours were cut short when you heard the sound of…drums, and laughter? 🍊 Turns out, there was a festival! People were dancing along to the music and there was laughter and smiles all around. The dance you were used to were so different, these were more lively than your ritual dances. ☘️ Needless to say, you were very intrigued. Hajime saw you staring at the dance and began dragging you to the festival. Nagito was skeptical about dancing with someone as amazing as you, so he stayed back. 🍊 You and Hajime eventually got lost in the crowd, him leading the dance as you tried your best to follow his lead. You looked to the side and saw Nagito standing there, bittersweet expression on his face. You saw this and excused yourself for a moment to drag him into the dance with you and Hinata. ☘️ You danced with him first, putting your knowledge to good use as you saw his worries melt away and a smile creeping on his face the longer he danced. After a spin, you passed him along to Hinata and they danced as well, laughing and swaying along to the music 🍊 Eventually, you three danced alongside each other, laughing and forgetting about the world around you. It was straight out of a movie. You ended the dance being hugged by the other two. ☘️ The sun was setting and you had your godly duties to attend to, so y'all went back to their cottages as one last goodbye before parting ways 🍊 You asked them one last question while you were walking them back. You had seen other couples at the dance lean close to each other and mash faces? It looked pleasant and the couples were enjoying doing it, leaving you confused. What is it that they were doing. ☘️ They looked at each other for a moment, telepathically communicating as their eyes landed back on you. Nagito was first, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours, his kiss was soft and unsure but sweet. Hinata was second, pulling you in by the waist and closing the gap, his kiss was firmer and a bit rougher but unsure. 🍊 When they had finished, you ghosted your fingers over your lips and smiled. You requested they teached you more about this so called kissing <3

[theplaid-wearingmoose]

Payback ~Hiccup x Reader smut for anon~

So can I request reader teasing hiccup a lot and in the end a lot of smut with Dom! hiccup and dirty talk and the next day they're in bed starting round 2 👀👀 but the others walk on them and hiccup gets very protective??

Taglist: @belleknows

Your name: submit What is this?

You were definitely in for it now. The look on Hiccup’s face told you so. You’d been teasing him all day and he's about to make you pay for it.

The reason for your teasing started when you woke up in bed alone...again. You often had to beg Hiccup to stay in bed with you in the mornings but he seemed to always want to get up and go to the forge or get right to training. You, on the other hand, preferred to sleep in for a few extra hours and be cuddled until you were rested enough to start the day. But once again, you awoke to Hiccup’s empty side of the bed. It was cold, indicating that he had left even before the sun was up. You groaned and sat up, rubbing your eyes and figuring out how you were gonna get back at Hiccup. Once you were freshened up and dressed, you headed towards the dome where you assumed Hiccup would be training with the others. When you arrived, you found him surprisingly alone with Toothless. He looked up when he heard you coming and gave you a warm smile. “Morning milady.” He greeted you. Instead of responding, you strode towards him quickly and threw yourself into his arms. Hiccup let out a surprised moan as your lips met his. His arms wrapped around you as your hands caressed his face. His eyes fluttered closed and you tangled your fingers in his hair, lightly tugging just how he likes it. As soon as you felt Hiccup’s hands start to slide lower on your body, you pulled back, shoved his hands away from you, raised one eyebrow at him slyly, and turned to walk away from him. “W-wha-?” He stuttered. You glimpsed his confused expression before you walked briskly back out of the training area.

You didn’t expect Hiccup to follow you and he didn’t. He found you a few hours later in the mead hall talking with Fishlegs. Fishlegs was talking about his work perfecting Gronkle iron for some new weapons. You had actually been listening until you saw Hiccup stroll in. You grinned as an idea came to you. You quickly sat up and tucked your legs under you so your ass stuck out more. You waited until Hiccup looked your way and then leaned forward sticking your chest out. Fishlegs’ eyes immediately glanced down at your newly exposed cleavage but, being a shy gentleman, he cleared his throat and looked away just as fast. Hiccup noticed it though and his face turned pink when you looked up and winked. Everything was working out nicely.

This time, you knew Hiccup was following you. He kept a good distance, not wanting to look suspicious. But the way you left the mead hall, the way you deliberately swished your hips so the skirt you were wearing flipped up, he had to follow behind you. You were teasing him and he couldn’t help but fall into every single trap you set for him. You led him through the trees towards your secret spot. He knew this path. The two of you had snuck off here plenty of times. He could find this place blindfolded if he had to. But this time he just followed your graceful movements as you led him deeper and deeper into the forest. He watched as you entered the clearing. He looked behind him to make sure he hadn’t been followed while he was preoccupied with watching you. When he turned back, he gasped. You had completely stripped down and were wading slowly into the shallow water of the clearing. Hiccup felt himself get hot and he swallowed hard, tugging at the collar of his shirt. His pants grew tighter the longer he stared at you. The two of you had bathed in that water together many times and he thought back to the first time you let him take you right there in that glen.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard you call his name. “It’s rude to stare at a lady while she’s bathing, Hiccup.” You purred. You turned to him, water dripping down your full chest. Hiccup felt his mouth water just looking at you. “You mind if I join you?” He asked, breathlessly. You grinned and beckoned him with your finger. Hiccup stripped down and waded into the water with you. When he got close, you pulled him into another kiss. He hummed against your mouth and began to kiss down your neck. “Hiccup..” You sighed. Hiccup hummed against you again and you felt him get harder as his hips pressed to yours. “I think you’re teasing me milady, and I don’t know why.” Hiccup murmured, his face still in your neck. You pulled back and looked at him. “You haven’t figured it out yet?” You asked, innocently. Hiccup’s confusion showed on his face. “Well, my love, I think...” You leaned close like you were about to kiss him. “I think I should leave you here to figure it out.” You finished, grinning. You pushed away from Hiccup and leapt from the water. You snatched up your clothes and his and charged back through the trees. You giggled as he yelled after you. You chucked his clothes behind you, scattering them, and pulled your own on as you continued to run. You had a good head start on Hiccup and you were counting on his confusion and arousal to slow him down.

You made it back to the house and slammed the door shut behind you. You were up the stairs and trying to find a place to hide when you heard the door burst open. Hiccup was faster than you had expected. You let out a squeak of surprise when you heard him shout your name. You didn’t have time to hide before he was up the stairs and pulling you into his arms. “You’ve teased me enough today. What’s the deal??” He growled, his lips attacking your neck. You gasped as you felt his teeth graze your skin. “You keep...leaving me in bed...alone!” You sighed. Hiccup’s grip tightened on your hips and he let out a frustrated growl. “That’s why you’ve been teasing me all day?!” He walked you back until your legs hit the bed, causing you to fall backwards onto it. Hiccup stood up straight and began pulling off his clothes, keeping his eyes on you. “This was payback, Hiccup. You always make me wake up alone.” You answered quietly. Once he was fully naked, Hiccup grabbed your legs and yanked your bottoms down. “Payback, huh?” Hiccup pushed your knees apart and sank down between them. “We’ll see about that.” He muttered.

Hiccup’s mouth attached to your clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Your back arched and your hands flew to his hair, tugging on his soft braids. “Hiccup....” you breathlessly whispered. His name was replaced with moans as his lips devoured you hungrily. His hands reached up and began to twist your nipples. You cried out as bucked your hips against his face, urging him to keep going. “Gods...Hiccup! That feels so good!” You moaned loudly. Hiccup grunted against you as you tugged his hair harder. The only sounds were your moans and the wetness of his mouth on you.

Suddenly Hiccup pulled back and stood up. You didn’t have a chance to protest before he was grabbing your arms and yanking you to your feet. “Turn around and bend over.” Hiccup grunted, his eyes staring into yours, daring you to refuse him. You were so surprised by his attitude that you didn’t move. Frustrated by you not listening to him, Hiccup spun you around and pushed on your back so you were now bent over the bed. You jumped as you felt him land a sharp smack on your ass. His hand twisted in your hair and yanked your head up before landing another smack to your ass. “I thought I told you-” *smack* “-to turn around and bend over.” He growled. He leaned down close to your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck. “You really wanna disobey your chief, Y/N?” He questioned. You whimpered and shook your head. “N-no Hiccup..” You cried out as he spanked you again. “That’s not how you address the chief, Y/N. Do it properly this time.” He demanded. “I-I’m sorry, my chief. I didn’t mean to.” You whimpered, your ass stinging deliciously. “That’s better.”

Hiccup let go of your hair just long enough to line his hard cock up with your dripping pussy. You moaned softly as he rubbed the head up and down, nudging your clit. Hiccup gave you no warning before shoving into you. The two of you moaned loudly together and Hiccup immediately fell into a rhythm. The bed creaked beneath you as Hiccup pounded into you. His hands gripped your ass and he pulled you back into him as he thrust forward, ensuring he was as deep in you as possible. You balled the sheets in your fists, the corner of your pillow clenched between your teeth. You felt so full and Hiccup was pounding you so hard you were sure there would be bruises on your thighs in the morning. You could hear him moaning your name, grunting out how tight and wet you were around him. You couldn’t even focus on anything except how good Hiccup felt inside you. “H-Hiccup....please..d-don’t stop!” You begged. Hiccup groaned when he heard you whimper out his name like that. “Does it feel good, Y/N? You like how your chief is just taking you like a whore?” His words made you clench around him again and you nodded quickly, nearly sobbing with pleasure. “Yes!! Oh yes, my chief!! I love it when you take me like this! Please don’t stop!”

Hiccup smacked your ass a few more times before tightening his grip on it. “You’re close, princess. I can feel you squeezing me.” Hiccup moaned. He somehow managed to speed up and fuck you even faster than before. You screamed as your orgasm coursed through you. Hiccup continued to fuck you after you had collapsed among the blankets. All you could do is hold on as he used you to bring about his own release.

His thrust became more sloppy and slower as he came inside you. He collapsed against your back, holding you to him. The two of you were panting heavily and your eyes were too heavy to stay open anymore.

~The next morning~

You awoke the next morning and were surprised to see Hiccup next to you. “Good morning, milady.” He said, propping himself up on one elbow. “You stayed in bed this time.” You joked. Hiccup shrugged. “I figured I should spend more time in bed with you. I don’t want you to feel like I’m neglecting you.” He admitted. You smiled at him and pulled him into a kiss. It quickly heated up as his hands quickly roamed over your body. You grinned and gently nibbled on Hiccup’s bottom lip. “Take me again, my chief.” You murmured. You felt Hiccup harden at your words. “As you wish, milady.”

You and Hiccup were completely wrapped in each other’s arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands tangled in your hair as he rolled his hips against yours. The house was filled with the sounds of your love-making. But somehow that wasn’t enough to deter your unwelcome guests.

“HEY GUYS!!” You both looked up to see the rest of the Dragon Riders piling into your bedroom. You screamed and yanked the blanket up to try and cover you both as much as possible. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” Hiccup shouted. Snotlout and the twins raised their hands in surrender as Fishlegs blushed and avoided eye contact with the two of you. “We were wondering what was taking so long.” Ruffnut admitted. Hiccup smacked his forehead and groaned. “Get the fuck out! We’re clearly busy! And keep your eyes to yourself before I poke them out for looking.” He growled. Seeing Hiccup aggressive and very protective like this turned you on even more and you couldn’t wait for the others to leave so he could finish ravishing you. The other Riders were apparently too shocked to move. “GET OUT!!” Hiccup shouted, throwing the hardest object he could reach across the room to scare them. The Riders quickly got the message and scurried from the house. Hiccup rolled his eyes, sighing. “Sorry about that. Now where were we?” He asked, turning back to you. You giggled and pulled him back down into a kiss, letting him make love to you all morning long.

[kodzukenscorner]

Osamu, Sakusa, Kageyama, Kenma when they realize they fell in love

anon asked: Hellllo can we get some hcs of osamu sakusa kageyama and kenma realizing they want to be with their s/o for the rest of their lives? like the moment that causes them to start thinking about marriage? ily tysm

wc: 1,451

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Osamu

Osamu loved you and you both knew that, but he wasn’t one to always be vocal about it

Not that he didn’t like saying it but his actions always spoke louder than his words

The way he cared for you, cooked for you, and the soft touches he would leave on your skin told you everything you needed to know

And he knew you felt the same way about him, he was very secure in your relationship and trusted you deeply

But he didn’t realize just how much you meant to him until he saw all your little gestures

He’d had a long day at the opening of one of his restaurants

You came by to cheer him up during his break and your presence was just the boost he needed to get through the rest of the day

He didn’t have to ask you to come by, you just did it

And instead of leaving him, you helped out around the register to aid his tired staff

He was so grateful to have you and couldn’t stop smiling at you the whole time

When it was time to close he told you to go home and he would meet you there, not wanting to take advantage of your kindness

Admittedly he was a bit upset when you obliged and immediately left but he knew he’d see you soon enough

And when he came home to see you had prepared a hot dinner for the both of them, he could feel his chest tighten

“I wanted to make a warm meal for us instead of eating leftovers! Besides, I’m sure you’re tired of onigiri by now”

He actually almost cried right there

He knew he wanted to always come home to you and have a meal with you

It was such a small thing but that was the moment he knew he wanted you by his side forever 

He started planning the proposal while you were eating and by the time you finished he was already thinking about ring designs

Sakusa

It is not easy to weasel your way into Sakusa’s heart, but you managed to do it

He felt secure with you and appreciated that you never scolded him for his germaphobic ways

The first time he realized he liked you was when you went out of your way to make sure you had sanitized your hands and had a mask on before approaching him

And it truly paid off, because now he had no qualms about being near you

He didn’t care about any germs you may have because it was you

He always felt a sense of pride and deep love when he saw you picking up his cleaning and hygiene habits

Then the unthinkable happened

Sakusa Kiyoomi got sick

You were both absolutely flabbergasted

He had told you to just leave him in the bedroom with some supplies like medicine, tissues, and some water and he would be fine on his own

But you absolutely refused and stayed by his side even when he tried kicking you out

He was at the very least able to convince you to wear a mask

You were there to remind him when it was time to take another dose of his medicine, made meals for him, and even fed him when he didn’t feel strong enough to do it for himself

He was grateful but couldn’t help but think of all the germs he was passing onto you

You kept telling him you didn’t care, that he meant more to you than any silly germs

And besides, with all the hygiene habits you picked up from him you knew you weren’t going to be getting sick

He always knew he loved you but what absolutely sealed the deal for him was when his whole body ached and he felt like he was dying and just couldn’t fall asleep, you came to the rescue

You crawled into bed with him and pulled his body close to yours, resting his head on your chest while you lovingly stroked his hair

He was too weak to push you away and he honestly loved the contact

You pulled your mask down to leave soft kisses on his forehead and whisper reassuring comments to him

Just before he drifted off to sleep he concluded that he always wanted to fall asleep with you by his side

Kageyama

Kageyama is not good with words and to most people who don’t know him the way you do, he’s terrible at expressing his emotions

And those statements are not entirely untrue, but in the time you’ve been together you’ve gotten him to open up

And while he still isn’t great at verbally expressing himself, the way he always makes sure you’re happy and by his side shows just how much he loves you

He still gets flustered whenever you tell him you love him, but he’s getting better at it

He actually really appreciates you and everything you’ve done for him

Before you, he never imagined someone loving him unconditionally and putting up with his obsession with volleyball

But the way you always offered to toss a ball for him to practice his setting and patiently waited and watched his practices made his heart soar

You respected him and his dreams and always supported him

He very nearly cried the first time he saw you at one of his games in his jersey

But he always felt uneasy because he knew he wanted to pursue volleyball on an international level and he wasn’t sure how you’d react

Of course he wanted you by his side no matter what but how would you feel about moving to another country so he could join a foreign team?

He had no choice but to tell you, and it was very hard to get the words out when he couldn’t even look you in the eye

His heart raced at a million beats per minute until he felt your soft hand caress his cheek

His eyes shot up to look at you and stared back lovingly at him

“I’m so proud of you Tobio and if you don’t mind, I’d love to come with you”

He blinked in confusion

“You would have to move to another country”

“I know, but it’s okay as long as I’m with you”

He couldn’t believe the love of his life wanted to be with him no matter what

He asked you to marry him right then and there

And how could you say no?

Kenma

Kenma is also someone who doesn’t use his words to express his love for you as much, but he still surprises you with an ‘I love you’ from time to time

No, Kenma much prefers to always have you wrapped up in his arms instead

Contrary to what most people think, he loves to cuddle, especially when it’s with you

Whenever he’s online or playing a game he absolutely has to have you in his lap or in between his legs so he can hug you whenever he feels like it

And he likes when you straddle his lap so he can feel your arms wrapped around him and the rising and falling of your chest

It also lets him leave little kisses on your forehead and temple whenever he feels like it

And he always feels like kissing you

And when you nap together? He is like a koala who will not let you go

As ironic as it is, he’s honestly a lot like a cat

He loved you and loved that you didn’t mind being a homebody with him and that you didn’t feel neglected when he played games

You played with him and it was how you two bonded and spent time together

He really couldn’t ask for anything better than this simple life with you

But god he really fell for you one horribly early morning when you woke him up as the sun was rising

He was cranky and wanted to scold you for waking him up so early but when he opened his eyes and saw your smiling face, his heart immediately softened

“Kenma! Look! I got it”

In your hands you were holding a new game that had just been released that day and he was confused

“What? How did you get it already?”

“I got up early to go buy it for you!”

His heart melted and he pulled you back into bed with him

“Thank you, but let’s sleep some more now”

You didn’t protest and nuzzled into his arms, falling into a light sleep almost instantly

But he couldn’t sleep anymore, not when he just realized he was definitely going to marry you

[unloved-cadillac]

Wow, do you write to Overhaul? if you want i would like overstimulation with Overhaul, I just want this raven to overstimulate me until dawn

C/n: a spicy request👀👀 same, anon. Overhaul can rail me. Also this is a fem!reader.

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Again. (An Overhaul x Reader NSFW Oneshot)

You should’ve seen this coming. You should’ve known that teasing Kai would get you tied up to the headboard, naked and anxious.

Overhaul stood at the end of the bed, untying his tie and removing his mask. After two years, he was finally comfortable with removing it with you. You would think that he would hate the idea of sex because of how unsanitary it would be, but when you called him “Daddy” and gave him a blowjob something clicked in him and he wanted to fuck you every night if he could.

“Kai..,”you whisper his name trying to catch his attention but he ignored you and continued to remove his gloves. “Kai, say something.” You say, moving your wrists against the restraints. “Is that my name, slut?” Overhaul says deeply. You gasp when you hear that. God you loved him saying that. “No, daddy.” He scoffs. “You really are such a tease, huh? Can’t keep your hands to yourself even during meetings. I would’ve fucked you then and there but no one else gets to see you like this. Bare and needy.” Overhaul says as he unbuckles his belt.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. I’ll be a good girl for you. Please touch me.” You say, moving your legs together trying to create some friction on your already soaking pussy. “Mm. I need you to do better than that, baby. I need you to beg like you mean it. Then maybe I’ll give you what you want.” Overhaul says softly to you. “Daddy...I need you. I need your cock in me. Please, please.” you squirm around and lock your eyes with his. He smirks and turns around. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but when he turned back around with that white vibrator, you widened your eyes. Oh god.

Kai turned it on and placed it softly against your clit and you moaned. It felt so good. “Daddy..”you called out and closed your eyes. Kai turned the setting up and you could feel yourself get close. “I-I’m close!” You say and he puts it on the highest setting and you came. It was so fast. And so sudden. While you too caught up on that, Kai started vibrating you again. “Ah! Daddy, no. I-, can’t-, I’m not r-ready” you squeal out and he just chuckles at your words. Kai turns up the setting and you pull your restraints. You were close again.

“I’m..cumming!” You shout out and your stomach flexes while your orgasm washes over you. Kai loved this, see in you all sweaty and flushed. You would think he hated it, but he loved you too much to not enjoy this. He was rock hard already but he wasn’t going to stop. You were still shaking and Kai spreads your legs to see your wet cunt. He looks at you and carefully blows onto your sensitive clit. You gasped at the sensation and he chuckles lowly. He shoved his index finger into you and immediately found your g-spot. He rubs his finger on the rough, soft spot and you moan. You knew exactly what he was going to do. “Come on, baby.” He whispers and places a kiss on your inner thighs. “Daddy..” you say and he inserts another finger. To add to your stimulation, he turns on the vibratior on the highest setting and places it on your clit. “Too-, much.” You sigh and he looks at your face.

Your eyes were screwed shut and a tears pricked the corner of them. He moved a bit faster and you clenched around him. “Cum.” Kai simply says and you explode. You squirt on over his face and it drips onto the floor and bed beneath you. “Tch. Disgusting.” He says as he pulls out. You gasp for air and breath heavily while trying to open your eyes. Kai wipes his face and woke up to look back at you. He controls his breathing and need to fuck you senseless and licked his lips, tasting your flavor. “Again.” He says and you shoot your head up. “Wha-, daddy I can’t.” You plead and he just shakes his head. “Again.” Kai takes a small vibrator and slowly inserts it into your twitching hole. “Aah~” you sigh and indulge in the feeling of the cool vibrator inside you. Kai had another toy that he got that he was going to use on you at the end, but now he wanted to make you cum a few more times.

On his phone, he plays with the settings of the vibration. Starting slow, he builds up your orgasm. It slow but as he sees you squirm, he steps in between your legs so you won’t be able to close them. Your pussy was wet and slick and now you were so damn close again. This was going to be your fourth time cumming and Kai pushed you into your orgasm.

Your moans were so loud and it was music to Overhaul’s ears. He leaned down and kneaded your breasts while kissing your neck. “There’s one more thing I want to try, princess.” He whispers into your neck and you sigh. He leans back up and goes to get his last toy.

You shiver in anticipation. Your body was exhausted but you wanted to know what Kai had in store for you, so you closed your eyes and waited. Before long, he came back into the room and ran his hand along your leg. You opened your eyes to see a weird thing in his other hand. Kai places it down and moves in between your legs to remove the vibrator from you. You moan at the loss of it and Kai bites his lip. He takes the clit pump and places it on yours. It was cold and you had no idea why he was up to.

He clicks the switch and it sucks in your clit and this new sensation makes you yell out. “Ah! What is that?” You ask him and he lets go of the pump letting it swell your overstimulated clit. “A clit pump. Got this a couple of days ago and wanted to try it on you. How does it feel?” Kai asks and you groan. “Ah, it feels different.” You say and he nods. He leaves it on for a couple of minutes as he strips from his clothes. Kai kneels down; in-between your legs and removes the pump. You were ready. You look at him and see his eyes widen slightly. Your clit was swollen and it looked amazing. Beautiful, even. Kai wasted no time in devouring you and as soon as his tongue hit your clit, pleasure shot through your body. “F-fuck! Ah~, daddy.” You moan and Kai groans. The vibration of his groan added to your stimulation. You were so fucking sensitive, that it wouldn’t take long for you to get close. Kai felt you jerk your legs and he bit your clit adding pressure to the little button and pushed you over the edge.

You came so hard and Kai rubbed your legs while you came down from your high. Kai looked at your fucked out state and smiled. Thinking he was done, you look at him and squirm around. “Daddy, please untie me.” You make your best puppy eyes at him and he’s face turn into a dark expression.

Suddenly, he slams his hips into yours making you yell out. “Ah! Daddy! Wait!” He doesn’t listen to you and his thrusts come long and hard. The sound of skin slapping against each other and your moans mixed with his groans filled the room. The bed shook and you pulled against the restraints wanting to hold your man. To run your fingernails along his back, leaving red marks in their wake. “Oh fuck.” Kai says and leans down to capture your lips in his. He pulls out, for a second, then slams right into making your tits bounce with the force. Finally, he got to indulge and feel you around him. He couldn’t play with you any longer, knowing he wouldn’t last.

“Cu-cumming!” You say and throw your head back into the pillows. “Do it. Cum on my cock, princess.” He says, breath hitching a bit. You clenched deliciously around him and yelled out his title. Kai wasn’t far behind, your release pushing him into his. With one last, hard thrust he came inside you filling you up. He stayed inside you for a few more seconds, catching his breath, before slowly pulling out of you. He grabs the wet cloth he left on the side of the bed in the beginning and cleans you up. Properly wiping your legs. He still was Overhaul, the man who hated a mess. After that, he saw your sleeping face and softly chuckled to himself. He undid your restraints and massages your wrists, wincing at the marks that formed.

“Princess.” He calls to you, gently shaking your shoulders to wake you up. “Mmm?” You hum and turn to him. “Come on. Let’s take a shower then you call sleep.” He says, gently picking you up bridal style. Walking to the shower he quickly checks the time. He had to be up in five hours.

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“If anyone knows how a secondary blog works please tell me cause I’m lost.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[heyitsyn]

'Siri Am I Having a Stroke?’ Sofia the First

Soulmate!Daichi x Reader Soulmate!Tendou x Reader

a/n: lmao, yall finna know what kind of soulmate au this

when your soulmate gets hurt, you kinda get hurt too

the music your soulmate listens to or constantly sings is always playing in your head

request:  Can I request a daichi, tendou, and aone soulmate au headcanon 🤲🏽😩 they're my faves, I wanted to add some more but there could be a limit? I'll request again next time ^^

a/n: sorry anon but ill only do daichi and tendou bc im not very familiar with aone :( but theres not really a limit so go ahead!!

requests open!!

so anyways

for most of your life, you thought you didnt even have a soulmate

there were no scars, no bruises,

nothing

this other half of yours was completely silent and you really thought that youd die forever

but, you

you were a wild chile and you were the type to go playing outside w your brothers and get a lot of cuts

maybe that was why you thought you didnt have a soulmate bc when your soulmate does get hurt, you wouldnt see it since youd think it was one of your own

now, daichi

he worried for you

new scars and bruises would appear on his arms overnight and he fussed over the fact that you would constantly getting hurt

were you in a toxic environment?

were these intentional?

but he would try and heal them, thinking that it would heal you too bc he didnt want you to be hurt

uwu daichi luv

he would even kiss them better bc his mom told him that kisses help them heal faster

then,

during middle school, daichi found his love for volleyball

he started training and being more active and that caused him a lot of bruises and pain

meanwhile w you,

youve mellowed out a bit

so when you entered middle school,

you were actually ecstatic to find that you had a soulmate bc you would find bruises on your hands and arms

you found out the afternoon of the first day of middle school

daichi was in the gym, practicing during lunch, and he hit a spike that bruised his fingers and he received a really powerful ball

you were sitting in class, completely bored out of your mind so you just doodled on your paper

then you flinched at the sudden pain and saw the formation of the beautiful mix of blue, purple,green, bruise

yall are in different schools btw

you shrieked and stood up, cutting off your teacher and surprising everyone in the room

‘my soulmate!’

they were like, ‘okay and?’

the entire day, you admired the colors, not even minding the hurt bc this was it!!

!!!!

your soulmate was real!!!

but daichi was worried that you were also going through the same pain and soreness from practice

and you were

after the shock and happiness of knowing you in fact do have a soulmate,

youve started getting annoyed

was this what he felt whenever you injured yourself during your younger years?

bc this waas annoying

you were constantly fatigued, tired, sore

even the mere action of getting up in the morning sucked and you actually fell down the stairs due to the soreness of your legs and you dropped your chopsticks due to the hurt in your fingers

youve concluded that your soulmate was either an athlete or in a toxic environment

during the walk to school, you raised your arms and watched a new bruise forming

it was a truly beautiful sight but the stiffness and hurt weighed it down

this was your only form of communication with your soulmate and you were sad bc you wanted to be there for him and help heal his bruises and scars

one of your friends suggested a crazy thought of hurting yourself to write a small message which you instantly turned down bc thats too crazy and you will not do that

as the years went on, you were starting to get more worried each day that you wont be meeting your soulmate soon

for almost 6 years, youve wandered over to every athletic club in your school or nearby schools to find if there was even a person who had the same bruises as you

ngl, some lied just bc they wanted you as their soulmate uwu

one of your classmates in seijoh, iwaizumi hajime, has understood your dilemma since he was one of the ones youve expressed this concern to

youve been classmates for 3 years and youve always been coincidentally sat next to each other so youre close

i really cant resist my mans

‘y/n, i really think your soulmate is a volleyball player’

you rolled your eyes as you continued taking out your bento

‘iwa, ive checked your team, multiple times, and none of them are my soulmate! ive even checked other schools too since my brothers have connections there. but still nothing’

he felt bad for you, truly

he already found his when yall started high school, almost immediately, and you were so jealous

‘but those bruises on your arm can only be from volleyball. the way its placed, its like receiving an intense ball while the fingers might be because he spikes the ball’

you sighed before leaning your chin on your hand

‘okay, great buddha iwa-chan. enlighten me as to why you think so’

his eye twitched at the ridiculous nickname

‘y/n, im a volleyball player. ive been playing since i was like 6 and im the ace. i have those same exact bruises’

‘WHAT! IWA-CHAN ARE YOU MY SOULMATE?!’

‘YOU IDIOT I ALREADY HAVE MINE!’

but you mulled it over for a few days

yea, it would make sense, right?

but it still doesnt add up that youve literally visited every single club around with the help of being iwa’s friend and going to their matches

however,

due to karasuno not having practice matches w seijoh or not advancing far enough to play against them, youve never really interacted with that team

besides, the times they actually played against each other, youve been busy due to having to do interships, part time jobs, and studying since it was your last year of high school

it was during the second interhigh that iwa finally got you to go watch them play

‘come on, y/n. shittykawa misses you and matsun and maki keep demanding your support’

‘iwa, what-’

so you found yourself at the stands, just watching the games until seijoh actually plays

then you saw the team, known as karasuno, enter the gym to start their warm-ups

your heart started beating really fast and you were kinda freaking out bc what was happening

‘siri am i having a stroke?’

daichi was feeling the same thing

he thought it was just the adrenaline of playing a game but in all of his years of play8ing volleyball, he hasnt felt this intense beating of his heart

he even had to lean on suga for support bc it felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest

‘daichi, you okay?’

suga worriedly asked and placed a hand on his forehead to check his temp

daisuga rights yall

he didnt want to worry the team so he nodded, just waving it off

he was captain so he shouldnt worry the others

oikawa and iwa entered the stands and were confused as to why you were looking around with wide eyes like an owl

fukurodani vibes

‘y/n-chan, what’s wrong?’

oikawa asked and you looked at them, surprised and shocked

they were lowkey freaked out bc what was happening

‘oikawa-san, my heart-’

you mumbled and pointed to your chest

his smile wobbled bc you just started at him and it was starting to scare him a bit

since oikawa hasnt found his soulmate yet, he wasnt familiar with the feeling of being in the same vicinity as his other half

but iwa did

and he was smiling

‘you owe me so much, y/n’

‘IWA! I FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO DIE!’

karasuno was going against johzenji and daichi wasnt exactly in his best game

to others, he looked like he was doing great but he wasnt feeling good and the beat of his heart was still very fast

this distraction caused him and tanaka to collide and everything went to hell

the entire time, your arms were crying and you were just sweating from the pain but you were also sweating w the possibility of your soulmate being either in johzenji or karasuno

but that was answered when daichi got hurt and you just collapsed, also falling unconscious

iwa, who returned from getting drinks, ran to your slumped form and oikawa, who was focused on the match and didnt notice, shrieked at your unconscious form

‘y/n? y/n, wake up’

everyone in the stands stared at your unconscious form and they started talking, eventually catching the attention of the karasuno team

suga, who was fussing over daichi, heard that a girl also fell unconscious

omg what if

oikawa was grinning at the sight of your bruised cheek bc you finally found your soulmate so you would shut up about it

iwa carried you to the nurse and you actually woke up as he placed you on the bed, conviently beside the karasuno captain

‘w-what-’

but he only smiled

‘congratulations, y/n’

bih what

congratulations for what

the nurse went over from beside daichi and she giggled at the meeting of soulmates

you sat up, wincing at the pain in your tooth

‘ow’

that caught daichi’s attention and he stared at you and your arms before looking at his

they were the exact same

‘i think,,,, i think we’re soulmates’

that made you quickly look at him and noticed the big bruise on his face that was like copy paste on you

‘oh god!’

you cowered and had your hands over your mouth in surprise

he froze, starting to feel insecure that he wasnt what you wanted

‘is something wrong-’

‘you’re HOT!!’

you shrieked unconsciously and when you finally realized it, you hurriedly pulled the blanket over your form

lmao gurl noooooo

daichi started laughing and he thought you were cute

straightforward

but cute

‘oi, come on. i want to see your pretty face’

yes police officer. this is the man who stole my uwus

you peaked your head out from your blanket cocoon and he smiled softly

‘i’m sawamura daichi, by the way. 3rd year’

‘l-l/n y/n. same y-year’

‘so? you expected me to be this?’

you shook your head

‘i mean, iwa told me you could be a volleyball player. but i didnt expect the universe to like me enough to give me a greek god as my soulmate’

im disowning y/n yall

he turned flustered and looked away to hide his blush

‘youre not too bad yourself, you know. youre actually more beautiful than i thought’

‘sir! dont say that to me i be catching feelings way too fast for that!’

i-i cannot w you

he laughed out loud before wincing, causing you to wince too

‘but are you okay, though? i mean,, it must hurt’

but you shook your head

‘i should be asking you that. does it hurt as much as it looks?’

‘nah, its bearable’

you continued talking about your childhood and you actually clarified that you were just rambunctious when you were younger so you got hurt pretty often

‘i really thought you needed to be saved or something’

you smirked

‘oh? my prince charming? knight-in-shining-armor? knight prince daichi?’

he stared at you, a blush creeping up again

‘are you always this bold?’

you shrugged

‘meh. im friends w oikawa tooru’

‘oh. makes sense’

lmao

you both completely forgot about the fact that his face literally got hurt and his tooth was gone bc you have been talking like two best friends who got separated

but you had to separate at some point too

the beautiful manager entered the clinic and asked if daichi was okay enough

‘yea, im fine. i can go now, i guess’

you nodded sadly

‘okay. bye, daichi’

he furrowed his eyebrows

‘but wait for me later, okay? ill treat you to something after i win this match’

from your bed, you crossed your arm with a smug smile

‘oh? youre confident, captain’

‘of course. ill win bc this victory is for you’

you bashfully smiled and chuckled

‘go hurry and win! i expect that date as soon as possible, captain!’

the deadchi memes are literally scaring the new fans and i feel really bad

bruh hes so cute for what

for his entire life, he had the sofia the first song stuck in his head

it was maybe bc his soulmate was in love w that show or just in love w the song

but either way, he constantly hears it and thinks about it

meanwhile you,

you constantly heard bye bye bye by nsync

of all things, it had to be a boy band

however, you were lucky bc for years it varied on what song would be playing

but for him, it continued to be sofia the first

this drived him to watch the show and he did see the appeal and soon, he started singing it too

omg its such a bop

you were triggered bc the song then switched over to sofia the first and you were like, ‘does he like it too?’

you would be going around the store, holding your mom’s hand, and singing it out loud, hoping to find your soulmate

but he never seemed to hear it

instead, hearing the song in your voice, instead of the show’s

he thought you had such a beautiful voice

then in elementary school, his bullying started and ngl, he was actually hurt by the words other kids said

he still had his cute smile on and acted like it didnt bother by teasing others but he was still sad

did nobody like him?

was he always going to look like a monster?

would you be revolted if you saw him?

then he heard this song in the radio ‘dear insecurity’ and he just couldnt help but keep listening to it

ofc you noticed and you were sad that he was listening to such sad song

he was insecure and you couldnt do anything about it

then you started looking up motivating songs and you started singing the one that you really liked

‘i see your monsters, i see your pain, tell me your problems, i’ll chase them away’

he heard your voice as he was hiding behind the school building and his tears instantly stopped, hearing a different song but he couldnt help but smile

he knew that song was for him

you were out there somewhere and a complete stranger to him but you were the only person who seemed to care

because under that teasing and cheerful personality, he was still human and he was very insecure about himself

but you were always there to encourage him, your voice instantly chasing all the fears away

when he started playing volleyball, he became famous for his efficient blocks and you could hear him singing different songs, all of them just under a minute

you concluded that they were his own songs

sometimes, you laughed bc they were funny songs and catchy so you would memorize it and sing it back to him

this was your only way of communicating back of forth and you were so lucky that you even got to hear your soulmate’s voice

then high school started, meaning your friends started meeting their soulmates one by one until you were the only one who didnt

your school, karasuno, had no one that had the same voice as your soulmate’s

some people even saw you as an extrovert and a people person since you started conversations with strangers easily but this was just your way of finding your other half

with no luck, you started singing your concerns

in no time, ‘thousand miles’ was playing on loop in tendou’s head and he was already feeling your antsy attitude

in retaliation, he starts singing ‘lucky’ by jason mraz and you always turned red, slightly happy that he was practically calling out to you

so even though you suffered through years being alone, you didnt give up on hope and continued your search

now, youd be asking, ‘why cant you or tendou just sing each other’s location?’

yes, young grasshopper, there is an explanation to that

you and tendou collectively agreed to let fate do its work and just wait for the time it happens bc if its meant to be, its meant to be

besides, tendou likes to tease you and he wants to make you wait for him so that the moment you do meet, it would become more special

in your last year of high school, you ended up helping kiyoko in being manager and you were so proud of these boys for making it to the finals

you were excitedly waving an orange flag in support of your team and you screamed with the others as they entered the court

you and yacchi ended up helping tanaka’s sister, saeko, and was setting up the plan for their cheers so you werent exactly focused on your soulmate

but tendou did keep hearing a fight song in your head

then they walked in

shiratorizawa made their presence known and you turned to look at them but locked eyes at the unique looking player

his red hair glinted against the bright lights of the gym and his smirk curled in such an attractive way that you were leaning forward to get a closer look

tendou noticed a stare at him and he saw your surprised yet flustered look

that eye contact made everything fall deaf in your ears and you just heard silence

no song, no cheer, just absolute silence

but you and tendou are practically the same so you thought for the worse that your soulmate has died bc of the silence

dread filled your stomach and you started singing sofia the first in instinct

your mouth moved with the words and you shut your eyes, trying to calm yourself down

his jaw dropped, hearing the familiar voice and song that correlated with your mouth’s movements

‘there you are, little birdie’

semi turned to tendou and saw him with a smile hes never seen before

it was so soft and genuine that he got a little scared

the entire game, you were all depressed bc it continued to be silent in your head

tendou was just teasing you a little bit and he didnt want to think or sing a song bc he wanted it to be a special cliche reunion after he crushes your team

but his famous song ruined it

it blared in your head and it got 2x bass boosted when he sang it out loud, completely disregarding the fact that everyone was listening

‘you!’

you shrieked and pointed to him

he was your soulmate

and he was alive

not dead

everyone, including all players, looked at confusion between you and him but he just waved at you

‘ill talk to you later, little birdie!’

great, he embarrassed you in front of everyone

but you didnt care bc omg he was your soulmate!!

‘omg universe and fate, you actually like me to give me such a handsome soulmate!’

now, youre actually cheering on both teams

one was your home school the other was your soulmate

however,

there could only be one winner

and that winner was karasuno

you noticed the defeated looks of your soulmate and his teammates and you almost bursted into tears

you quickly maneuvered yourself through the people and found the familiar spiky hair standing at the doorway, looking at the gym with a forlorn expression

the others noticed you there, especially ushijima who gave you a nod and a small smile

‘i trust you’ll take care of him’

you nodded shakily, raising a hand in salute

‘y-yes!’

you approached him and his teary eyes almost made you bolt into his arms but you calmed yourself

instead, you didnt say anything

but you did sing

‘come stop your crying, it will be alright. just take my hand, and hold it tight. i will protect you, from all around you. i will be here, dont you cry.’

tendou looked to his side and saw you there, not looking at him but also looking at the same direction he was previously

‘my name is tendou satori’

despite already hearing his voice, you still turned red and you looked at him, warmth and love present in your eyes

‘and i’m l/n y/n’

‘you have a beautiful voice’

‘and you are beautiful’

that ending for shiratorizawa physically and emotionally and mentally broke me

[2ynjns]

connected || kang taehyun

pairings: taehyun x reader

word count: 2.7k

genre: fluff, slight crack, soulmates!au

notes: bratty, lowkey annoying reader, reader is kinda oblivious, best friend!kai.

a/n: requested by anon!

Hello! Can I please request a soulmate au with taehyun? Maybe they can be connected through dreams? But please give it a happy ending 🥺👉👈 Thank you so much!! ❣

thank you so much for requesting! i enjoyed writing this one. although this might not what you expected i hope you liked it T T

+ i wrote this on google docs and idfk how it got to 8 pages 🤡

there you are again, wide awake in your room, staring at the ceiling and unable to sleep. you’ve shifted your position for about seven times now and you just can’t find the right position for you to even feel slightly sleepy. even using your phone to make yourself sleepy isn’t helping either, it just makes you more awake.

honestly, you have been thinking about this one person in your dreams. that person has been appearing in your sleeping state for weeks now and you are eager to figure out who that person is. you just want to know who he is and why the hell he keeps appearing in your resting brain. 

and you wonder, do you also appear in his dreams? or is he even a real person? or is he a ghost?

you scratched your head from frustration and sat up on your bed.

12:18 am. you sighed and checked your phone, you swore to yourself this is going to be the last time you’d check your phone before you go to sleep, for real.

you even asked your friend huening kai if he ever encountered something like that before, he said no, but his older sister did. his older sister said that through people’s dreams, soulmates connect. you were confused at first because you never really believed in love, let alone soulmates.

“well guess what, i don’t really care about soulmates. i just need my peaceful and quiet sleep in. that person does not need to bother me and has no business to be in my brain at all.” you remember telling huening kai. you cringed at that thought but just brushed it off.

you have to attend your 8:30 am English class tomorrow morning and overthinking about that person isn’t helping you at all. you covered your face with your blanket and it’s good enough for you that you fell asleep after a few.i

you found yourself in your all white clothing wandering around a grass field alone. you looked at the horizon and it’s sunset. trying to look for your phone in your pocket, you found it and checked the time. 5:53 pm.

you frowned and looked for someone around, but you’re alone. there’s literally no one but you.

so you gave up and just sat on the grass to watch the sunset. i mean if you’re gonna be alone in an unfamiliar place, why not just sit down and appreciate the horizon right?

you sat and laid on the grass, you watched the sky as it turned dark but you couldn’t help but to be awed by the blue-orange hues of the sky with the sun setting. you smiled to yourself and sat up, you lifted your right hand and pretended to grab the sun as if it was a cookie.

“if you were to eat the sun, i don’t think it would be very pleasant.”

you quickly whipped your head around to see a blonde guy, also wearing all white just like you are. your brows met as you pointed.

“it’s you! again!” you yelped and faced him, now standing up. a gust of wind quickly brushed through your face and it made you squint and once you opened your eyes, the guy isn’t there anymore.

“actually, it’s you, again.” the guy said, now sitting on the grass next to where you were sitting. you frowned.

how the heck did he get there so quick? and what is he anyway?

“who are you?” you asked him, daring not to sit down because what if he just attacks you?

“i should be asking you that because you’re in my dreamland.” he looked up and raised his brow.

your eyes flew wide eyes and your hand involuntarily placed itself on your chest. “excuse me? your dreamland? YOU are in my dre-- wait, i’m dreaming again!” you turned around and grabbed a bunch of your hair out of frustration.

omygosh don’t tell me kai’s sister is right…

the guy chuckled and paid attention to the setting sun. “tsk, you’re being overdramatic.” he said and laid on the grass just like you did. you looked at him and you saw him resting on the grass, looking peaceful as ever.

you pouted and looked around to see if there is any exit so you could leave the place, but no. this place is just a never ending grassfield and horizon that there is no building structures or any door to leave, just grass and the sky.

“maybe if you stopped panicking there your body will just wake up by itself and you’d be able to leave in no time.” the guy told you, body still relaxed and eyes are still closed. you sighed and sat on the grass about six feet away.

you hugged your knees and looked at the sun again, gosh why can’t i just wake up?

“why are you so far?” now with his eyes open and looking at you. you rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“just practicing social distancing.” you said and dug your face on your knees.

you heard the guy chuckle as he sat up. “you believe in soulmates right?” he asked you, you paused before answering him. “no.” you admitted. “i think it’s stupid.” you added.

he shook his head, “you’re one dense of a person.” he stood up and walked towards you and held his hand out. “get up. let’s take a walk. i don’t think our bodies will wake up anytime soon.” he offered.

you just stared at his hand then to his eyes, you gave him a questionable look and not moving at all. “why would i take your offer?” you asked.

sigh, he is actually so done with you, your nonstop questions and your bratty attitude, but he’s just keeping his cool because he knows you are his soulmate. although he doesn’t want his soulmate to be this bratty, there’s really no turning back anymore. he can’t just throw a fit to the heavens above to take you back and change his soulmate.

“cause i’m your soulmate, smarty pants. now get up before i leave you here.” he said still having his hand out. you bit your lower lip before taking his hand and getting up.

he gave you a simple smile before walking ahead of you and you just followed him, not asking where he is heading but you actually want to know where he is going.

“where are you going?” you asked him, though he didn’t answer. he just kept walking without looking back, walking like there’s no end. well, literally there is no end. 

you waited for his answer but you didn’t get any at all. so you threw in more questions.

“who are you?” “how are you my soulmates?” “so you believe in soulmates?” “why are you not answering me?” “why are we in each other’s dreams?” “why do we have soulmates?”

he stopped walking and took a very very deep breath. he turned around to meet your gaze and that caused you to feel flustered and stop breathing. you saw him purse his lips and sighing before saying something.

“soulmates connect through dreams.” he finally said, “god, why are you so annoying.” he said and continued walking.

you pouted and stomped your way to follow him again, now with your arms crossed. “i don’t even know your name.” 

he shook his head and looked back at you still walking. he smiled at you, “it’s bleep” 

you frowned at him. “what?”

“bleep is my name.”

you looked at him weirdly, “all i hear is bleep.” you said and rolled your eyes.

he just stared at you without any emotions, “why don’t you introduce yourself?”

you squinted and scrunched your nose. “my name is bleep.”

he laughed at you as if you were crazy, “well i guess both of our names are bleep.” he looked at the sun, now almost down to the ground.

“well this is it.” he turned to you and waved his hands. “see you around!” 

and with a blink of an eye, you saw his body disintegrate into the air which caused you to be scared.

“wait!”

your phone alarm woke you up and you got up groggily, having only five to six hours of sleep when you knew you needed more to keep sane throughout the day. you massage your temples and turn off your alarm. 

having to dream about that guy again, you’re kinda disappointed that you didn’t even catch his name and all you heard was bleep, which was very odd.

but you just shook it off, you’re not really interested in meeting him soon anyway. you don’t even believe in soulmates.

kai gave you a ride to your first class since you both have the same morning class together.

“i dreamt about that guy again.” you started while taking a bite of your bagel on the way to you lecture hall. he giggled and teased you.

“did he kiss you?” you pouted and took another bite of your bagel. “heck no. he was annoying.” you got in the lecture hall and walked towards your usual spot.

but your mood immediately fell down seeing another person sitting in your usual seat. you shook kai and pointed at the spot. “someone is sitting on my spot.” 

kai looked at the direction and just shrugged. “you can sit on the opposite spot, still next to me.” he said, you frowned even more. “but i want my spot.” 

kai pinched your sides before pulling you towards the seats. “stop being a brat and don’t give a tantrum. you’re an adult, you know better.” he shook his head and patted yours.

you gave the person a death glare before going to your new spot. but you couldn’t see the person’s face since they’re wearing their hood on and it’s covering their face. you sat on the chair next to kai with so much anger, wanting your seat back.

kai glared at you and sneered. “stop being a brat.” you rolled your eyes and took out your laptop to start taking notes.

15 minutes in the lecture you started to feel sleepy. you smacked your face lightly to keep yourself awake because you don’t really want to fall asleep at the lecture hall because one, you’re gonna fall asleep until later later, or two, you’re not going to be able to eat until later when you get home.

“lemme go to the restroom for a moment.” kai tapped your shoulders before heading to his business. you just nodded without looking at him and rested your chin on your hand, and sighed. gosh why does english lectures have to be this boring?

“even in real life you’re bratty.” the guy next to kai’s seat blurted.

you peeked to his direction just to be shocked it’s the same guy in your dreams.

your hands immediately covered your mouth from keeping yourself from screaming and yelling at the guy from first, stealing your seat, and second, oh shit he’s that guy in your dreams.

you pointed at him and whispered-yell, “it’s you!” you looked at your professor’s direction but he wasn’t really being mindful what the students are doing.

“what are you doing here? why are you here? you’re a student here?” you asked him, he just shook his head and rolled his eyes then paid his attention back to his tablet. “even here you ask so many questions.” he said and gave you a smile.

you crossed your arms and leaned on your chair, “you literally stole my seat and i always sit there.” you said. 

he looked at you, “you’re unbelievable, it’s just a seat.” he got up and grabbed his stuff and walked towards you, “we can switch seats. it’s really not a big deal.” he said and pulled you up.

you excitedly got up and took back your seat, settling you laptop and bag on your usual spot and sat on the chair the guy was sitting on.

“omygosh, your butt is warm.” you said.

“stop complaining, i just gave you your seat back.”

you didn’t answer and there was an awkward silence between the two of you until kai came back next to you. his brows are furrowed to see that you have switched seats with the guy. “you switched seats?” he asked you and you happily nodded.

“got it back, thank god.” you said and hugged the desk in front of you. “i missed you.” you said to the table. kai just looked at you with disgust and went back to writing on his notebook.

“are they really like that?” the guy asked kai. kai quickly looked at the guy and shrugged. “yeah, they're always a brat. sorry about that, they probably bugged you when i was gone.” 

taehyun just laughed and shook his head, “nah, they didn’t. i offered to switch seats since, well, they looked very upset. and i already knew they’re gonna be… like that…” kai gave the guy a smile before giving a small bow. 

“thanks. and your name?”

“i’m taehyun. i’m new here so that’s why i accidentally got their seat.” 

“hey stopped talking to him.” you told kai, kai whipped his head towards you and gave you the look. “and why not?” he asked.

you glared at taehyun and hissed at him, “he’s that person who keeps bugging me in my dreams.” you admitted.

kai’s jaw dropped opened and turned to taehyun, “oh my, you’re that guy?” he said. “you’re THE soulmate?”

taehyun let out an airy laugh before nodding, “unfortunately, that would be me.” he said.

kai shook his head and pinched your sides, “ouch! kai!” 

“well, you’re going to treat him to lunch today, y/n. you’ve been acting bratty towards him and you should give him a pay back.” you rubbed your sides and hit kai’s arm.

“he should be the one treating me lunch since he’s been keeping me awake the past nights.”

“actually, you’re sleeping and resting when we meet in the dream so you’re actually not sleepless.” taehyun pointed out. you glared at the guy again attempting to throw your pencil at him.

instead of taking sides, kai just blocked his arms in between you and taehyun to stop the bickering he’s witnessing in front of him. “okay okay, how about we just take lunch together since taehyun is new here, yeah? and no, y/n you can’t complain, again.” kai said before you could say anything.

you pouted and looked away. “as if i could do something about it. i’m practically stuck with this guy forever.” you said.

an hour has passed of you and taehyun arguing in class, you finally decided to take an early lunch since you have another class at 12. and yes, kai dragged taehyun with you both to tour the new guy around campus and meet new people around.

“hey bleep, what are you getting?” taehyun asked you, you scratched your head and answered. “i’m getting carbonara. Why?”

“okay, i’m getting carbonara too.” taehyun said. kai walked towards you and taehyun and teased you both. “did a hear a secret nickname between you two?” kai wiggled his brows.

“ew no.” “yes we did.”

you kicked taehyun on the shin before walking to the counter to order your food.

“that hurt!” taehyun ran to you as you order your plate.

“one carbonara with breadstick please, and iced tea.” you said, “make that two.” taehyun said before pulling out his card and giving it to the cashier. 

you looked at him handing his card as it was swiped on the machine, “why?”

“take this as my apology. and you’re my soulmate, you’re basically my other half or whatever. so drop the attitude and let’s be friends for once.” 

you stuck your tongue out to him and walked to an available table and taehyun sat next to you. “my name is taehyun.” he said and offered his hands for a handshake.

you didn’t hesitate but to take, “y/n”

“at least we’re not bleeps anymore.” he said, which made you giggle. “don’t tell me you’re gonna be in my dreams again tonight.” you frowned.

taehyun held your cheeks between his fingers and gave it a slight squeeze. “yes, i am and get used to it.” he squeezed your cheeks a little harder and he cooed at you.

“maybe you’re cute, you’re just annoying.”

“hey!” 

“omygod, can you two get a room. we can see that you’re soulmates, jeez.”

[lovee-infected]

Macaroon anon I love you and how can I resist writing for such a great idea? I really wanted this piece to take place as Ciel was stuck in twst in my previous au but since I mentioned dorm leaders there it couldn't be really done...Rip

A twisted path ✨

~ Black butler x twisted wonderland ~

Feat : Mey-Rin , Bard & Finnian

Poor trio stay away in shock of not only his unexpectedly loud shout but also...eh...his appearance .  Are they wrong or does this guy really look similar to master Ciel...?

Coming conscious still with his eyes closed , he hears some sounds around him:" He dead ?-""No I don't think he is, his chest is still moving" "Anyway what's this body doing hear at Phantomhive's mansion? If he's been stabbed or something it's going to be troublesome," "Na I guess this dude's just been really drunk y'all. Also...what's with the clothes ? Could it be that he's somewhat of an actor from nearby theaters ?" "Aye? Since when are the designs this messed up...- I guess we'd better get rid of it before mister Sebastian returns, maybe burry hi-"

Riddle freaks out as he hears this idiots wanting to burry him alive and immediately wakes up screaming at them to stay away.

Riddle on the other hand gazes upon what he just faced: a red haired haired maiden wearing a pair of glasses, a yellow haired boy with green pupils and a rather buff man with a toothpick in his mouth staring at him. " Ah- He a'live ! Man ya gotcha be more careful with drinking," the buff man chuckles. Riddle suddenly feels highly unsafe: Who are these people? And where am I? He's read NRC's maps enough to know that such a building is surely not a part of it , come along it's weird people. Was he kidnapped while asleep...?He pulls up his staff and starts threatening them with it , wanting them to immediately introduce themselves and explain what he was doing here- wherever it was-

Finnian tries to calm him down with a soft smile and a friendly attitude, but Riddle is strong at his point: He wants answers.

When he sees them all trying to calm him down with no explanations he gets mad : "OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!"

...What ? Wait-maybe try again:"Off with your-Heads!" ...Why isn't it working? Riddle stays still, the magic collars have to be around their neck but- they are not...?? There must've been a mistake: " Off with your heads - Off with your HEADS - OFF WITH YOUR HEADS DAMN IT-"

Mey-Rin, Finnian and Bard stare at their angry guest shouting nonsense and getting as red as a tomato, what is wrong with this guy..?

Riddle is furious and confused , what's the matter ? Is his magic blocked the same as that time Beans day?  He doesn't know , and he doesn't like it

Riddle starts shouting at them asking what they've done to his magic and the poor guys just go...Huh ? Riddle keeps on getting redder and redder as if he's about to explode . He starts threatening them from reporting them to the head master to giving them to the official policies for kidnapping and neglecting his picture 

Finnian then decides that maybe it's better to leave him to mister Sebastian and so : Picking up a huge branch and a striking it to his head , savage

Riddle passes out immediately whoops- maybe Finnian should have been softer-

They stay there gazing upon their... masterpiece . Finnian might have even broken his skull - Good god , what should they do now ? They must wait until mister Sebastian arrives ; But where is he now ?

Feat : Suma & Agni

"Pssssssst- Agniii...I guess he finally woke u-" " M- my prince , y-you sure that it was a good idea too bring a total stranger out of nowhere to our home ? I'd greatly appreciate it if you be more ca-"

Argh...what is with all noises around him ? He's told Ruggie a million times not to let anyone in his room whole he's taking a nap even if it's gonna be the grim reaper ; what are these brats doing here?

Leona rambles under lips and with a push he's awake : " Oi , you'd better know that I don't like having my naps ruined,"

Suma gasps at the sight of him being finally awake and tries to offer his unwanted guest a welcome hug which Leona rejects- Poor Suma

Leona isn't yet realizing what actually is going on , from not knowing that this isn't his room to the fact that he's now at more than 100 years ago in a whole different world ; ironic

Leona orders them to take this annoying conversation out of his room just to face Agni's locked expression : "Your room...?"

Taking a better look , Leona finally gets that this probably isn't his room and these people surely aren't from NRC

Sounds get echoed through his brain and he feels a small ache inside it . He rubs his head ...why does everything feel so strange ? Something is different ... could it be that he's still sleepy or..? Wait a second - Why can't he shake his tail ?

He immediately looks back to see if he's sit on his own tail but faces a terrifying scene : There is no tail . Is it cut off ????

and a newer fact flashes his brain : There are no ears either . But then how can he still here the sounds ? "P-please don't be", he begs . His hands shake as he brings them up to touch both sides of his head ; wishing not to find what he is looking for . And they are ! Human ears !A mild shiver is sent down his neck and he rushes to the mirror on the other side of the room just to face this nightmare with his own two eyes

He stares at the mirror with his eyes wide open and mouth as if he is going to shout . No...

Oh...nevermind . He has to calm down ; it's nothing but another fancy dream . He'll soon wake up and these will be all gone . Leona tries closing his eyes and cursing , wanting to wake up to sanity when he opens them again

Surprise : Nothing's changes . Two crappy brats still staring at him . Agni is now a bit suspicious but Suma on the other hand is really motivated : " Ahh~! Sorry if it's strange to sleep in the streets and wake up in bed- I just saw you laying there in a death like slumber and couldn't help but to bring you along ! Also , haven't we met before ? I'm pretty sure that I've seen your face somewhere before... Don't you happen to be from India ? "

Agni is really stressed out and keeps warning the young boy : " My prince ! He's now all conscious and fine , then I'd lead him out of he-"

"Prince , huh ?" Leona wasn't ever really interested in visiting ally kingdoms back at his home town so he barely got to meet any other princes , hm but to think that this cherishing child is actually a prince...man , the world has really changed

But he has no time for such games now , he has to find Ruggie or anyone else who may lead him out this insanity and return him his ears and tail

He asks for where he is - else than Suma's mansion - and the answer doesn't really do any help either . Where on the bloody hell is London ? And if these people found him laying in the streets when the heck did he even get here ? Well , doesn't really matter now , but where is NRC ?

Suma and Agni probably don't know where NRC is and Dire Crowley ? Suma wonders if this guy was the one who fooled him to buy a sick elephant which died a week after in india , but Agni is sure that neither him nor his prince have ever met a single soul named this

Leona is getting more and more pissed off wasting time chatting with these idiots so he takes his way out , ignoring Suma's begs for him to stay for lunch at least

He freezes just at the second he opens the exit doors and gazes upon the streets : Horses? carriages ? 19th century's clothing ? How long have these people been stuck in this lack of technology?

He feels like he now really needs to make a phone call but searching his pockets he finds both of them empty...those brats stole my-

He was close to getting hit by a carriage when someone shouts at him with a : " OUT OF WAY YOU SON OF A-"

He is now ready to get in a fight but a sound cuts him off : " LEONAAAA HELLP-!!!!!!" , this extremely annoying sound...what the heck is he doing here and : WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL HAS HE DONE NOW !!!????

Feat : Lau & Ran-Mao

Business tip nu 1 : Always keep calm , even if you end up losing all your magic powers in the surface without the possibility of returning to your original form or knowing where in the damn world you are : K-e-e-p-c-a-l-m

Thankfully , Azul's dope nature avoids him from going crazy during his stay in this...non-Twisted wonderland world

He had heard of theories explaining the possibility of other world's existence ; countless ones indeed . But to end up in one of them without any preparations ? He wasn't planning on that

Well nevermind , that cannot be helped now . let's look for a better way

Lack of facility , cultural deprivation and severe corruption ; is this how humans are ? No wonder the sea witch called them Poor unfortunate souls...

Enough with these people , he must now ignore all other disadvantages and take a look into beneficial sides of it...If he has ended up here , in this world and into this spot of the city there must be something linked to magic nearby ; even if he's surrounded by all these foolish people who haven't ever even seen real magic by their own eyes

Just as he's looking around , something catches his attention : a strange smell . Thanks to his family he's pretty good at following smells to their source and knowing what exactly they are : it's the pungent smell of Opium

He follows the smoke to its source and arrives to a bunch of stares going underground . A board is place next to the stares with something written on it :  Opium Den

Azul isn't one to believe in superstitions but he is sometimes interested to take ambitious  steps ; life sometimes brings you worthy surprises

Entering the shop , someone slightly grabs his arm . He turns his head to face a young, beautiful lady pulling his sleeve softly , eyes empty of any emotions . Without saying a word , Ran-Mao grabs his hat and coat and Azul thanks her , seems like he took the right path

His vision got a bit blurred as must of the air is filled with smoke , not that he isn't used to such atmospheres

" Why welcome to my place , sir . How may we service you today~ ? " a sound says from other side of the room . Azul turns back to face the source of all these smoke holding that young lady from before close , could she be her right arm woman or something ? She seems pretty obedient for one , which is nice

Azul introduces himself and takes a seat . He isn't going to get to his main point at the very first seconds ; he needs to make sure that he's come to the right person . He introduces himself as a businessman from a far away city , came to explore more of business tactics here in London . He offers Lau a small chat toward that , wanting him to give him more information on business if possible and return , he'd be given similar information about Azul's home town

While being considerably great at it , Lau isn't really interested in wasting time talking about business , all he ever cares in some sort of entertainment in whatever he does . Still , he agrees of playing this fake role for a short time . Although he knows that Azul isn't here for this either...

A few minutes pass and they both know that Azul doesn't really care to know how much a pork costs and either is Lau , so takes a serious step himself : " I see you're a man of business , Mr . Azul . I wonder what I you may be able to offer me in return ," Azul clarifies that he would get interesting information if he gives Azul good ones ; everything is clear and equal . "Then , I'm afraid that I've got not much to offer ," Lau sighs , but a small smirks appears of his lips : "But what would you say about some tea ? And maybe a small talk ? "

Lau isn't like others out there and that's pretty recognizable to Azul , but it doesn't make him the right person to trust either . He is continuing this conversation in hope of Lau leading him to the right person he is looking for , someone worthy of a greater contract . Lau lets out a sad sigh feeling sorry that he can't do much help , but he knows that who may do : A well-known friend , serving years working as a right arm man . Talented , well cultured , big on all issues including business : "I'm sure that you'll like him ,"

Well perhaps this thing's starting to work out for him : " Then by all means , lead me to this mister you speak of , Mr. Lau~" "With all pleasure . Bring him his coat and hat , sister " , Lau orders . Pleasure is always his first priority , but nothing would ever break rules of a contract ; He gives , he receives . Even taking him to Sebastian is counted but , he's already thought of that . This young man seems quite entertaining and when he first stepped into his shop Lau was expecting him , a spacial guest

Lau doesn't really care about superstitions , but still enjoys his ambitious steps  . This guy had came to him just as expected and now , something about him tells Lau that getting him to Sebastian will bring him as well newer faces to meet...what an entertaining day it would be

Feat : Tanaka

Jamil is... about to lose his mind . Caught in a whole other world without a meaningful explanation of how he ended up here or why . Magic doesn't work and there is no certain way to scape this situation and make a return to NRC . But the worst thing about it remained certain : He is caught with Kalim

Why in the bloody hell does he always have to be hooked up with Kalim ? Parents forced him into it at childhood , headmaster orders to it at school and now , the world suddenly decides to abandon him together with Kalim ? If it's joke , that's a pretty lame one . Why does he have to live in the shadows of Kalim being the unworthy dorm leader ?

Now lost in the streets , not knowing where to go or who to contact , what a wonderful way to start a day

Kalim isn't liking it at all : dirty streets , loud and short tempered people , street fight and drunk men everywhere , the smell of death filling the air , this is horrible . Kalim is well aware of poverty and deprivation lasting for so long and even remaining until the very present day , but traveling back in time and space to face one of the most terrifying levels of it just isn't his thing . He feels sorry and odd at the same time : Is this how life behind of the walls of his royal castle looked like ? He wishes he could help it . He probably could if he was any linked to NRC right now

He keeps on telling Jamil how poor they look and wonder if there is a way to help...The world Kalim knows has elegant and colorful nights and days but this world...was all caught in a dead gray mist

Jamil doesn't say a word because he doesn't want to listen , Kalim can keep on daydreaming but he has to find a way back a.s.a.p . They can't leave Scarabia just on their own and everyone (including Kalim's Dad) must be really stressed out by now . He continues to look , but there isn't really anything helpful around them . People yelling at each other and smoking the shit out of themselves . Young ladies flirting as young men offer them a carriage ride and tourists staring at each and every building like they hadn't ever seen a place to live inside as if they've been living in a cave so far , huh

Jamil can no longer take it next to Kalim and eventually goes feral : " WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP !!?" He has no control over his words now , he's nervous , furious and freaked out . If he were to compare his mood to something similar he'd say the time he overblotted , just that he had his magic back then

Now Kalim as well gets into a fight with him . What the hell does this have to do with him ? Jamil has to calm down and be realistic unless they'll never find a way out ! Jamil states that if he grew up just enough to realize how terrible their current situation is , he would've had something better to do than showing mercy over some bunches of street rats

The two of them keep on arguing until someone cuts them of : " Hohoho young men ! What's with all these loud sounds ?"

They stop and turn back to face the source of this old , chill voice . Facing a tall , old man dressed in all black clothes which high-leveled servants would wear and a monocle , giving them a soft , calm smile

" Aa- nevermind grandps ! It wasn't like it seemed we were just talking ! Right Jamily ? " he says , putting a hand on Jamil's shoulder and giving a big , wide smile . "H-hey... don't call me that..." , Jamil doesn't like Kalim acting this chill ; but it is embarrassing to see that they actually called attention

"Hoho , better . Now tell me young men , could it be that you have a trouble ? You look awfully down ," Tanaka asks ; sounding just like a grandfather guiding his grandchildren

Kalim takes a look at Jamil , wondering if it's right to do what he's thinking of and Jamil in return , nods as a yes " Well sir , there you see we actually don't belong here yet to another-" Jamil cuts him off before he could mess the whole thing up : " -Another state , indeed ! We came here for some sort of a business trip and were supposed to be on our way back home by now but sadly , ran into thieves . Our families must be really worried for now and I doubt them being sure of us being hooked up here . We lost everything and have no way to contact anyone we know... only if someone nice enough could be found to help us with it right now ," Jamil dropped his head , trying to act as natural as possible . Kalim wants to remind him that this isn't right to lie someone who is trying to help them yet he wonders if he should let Jamil take care of this now , after all he was much of a worthier leader than him to be honest...

" That's so sad to hear dear boy , I'm sure that young master as well would've been really frustrated if he were here ," Tanaka replies . Oh ? Young master ?  Jamil is now interested . Wherever this man came from , it can't be somewhere cheap , Jamil could tell . Leading them to a mightier source would be a better thing than just laying in the streets waiting for some miracle to save them right ? " Young master , you say ? " Kalim asks . " On the second thought , how about me introducing you to my master ? You're not much older than him I suppose , he as well needs to have more friends like you good men  ," Tanaka says with a sweet smile . " That'll be so nice of you um , Mr...? " Jamil asks " Tanaka is fine young boys . And you? "  " Jamil Viper ," " Kalim al Asim ! Glad to meet you Tanaka sir ! " Kalim says , bringing his hand for Tanaka to shake . Tanaka shakes hands with both of them and Jamil decides to make the process a bit faster : " I look forward to meeting this young master you say , Mr. Tanaka . It's always great to meet more men of culture ," Jamil sneakers . " Then by all means , follow me young men ," Tanaka says . With a sound of pop and some smoke , the tall man shrinks into a chibi version : " Ho , ho , ho ," " What the-!!!" Kalim panicks , no magic and yet this dude can shrink all of a sudden huh ?

" Ho ho," chibi Tanaka says before turning back and going to another direction . " I guess we should follow him," Jamil says . Kalim agrees and then , they're both following the chibi old man to the Phantomhive's mansion . Unaware of the two eyes watching them all this time : " Hihihi ~ they're quite interesting ,"

Feat : Grell Sutcliff & Ronald Knox

"Come oooon Ronald~ Shake your lazy ass and bring her along already..." " Oi senpai , that's mean ! This one's quite heavy-" "JUST SHUT UP AND DO THAT ! Don't you know it's rude to question ladies too much ? " " F-fine then , but at least give me a hand ! Have you even checked if she's dead !? " Heavy ? Dead ? She...? Vil isn't born to be disrespected like this . AND NOT A SINGLE SOUL GETS TO PULL HIM BY LEG WHEN HE'S ASLEEP

Vil immediately starts shouting at the Blondie , threating him that he'll regret it if he doesn't let go of him now . Ronald and Grell almost have a heart attack at Vil's chicken like screech which makes them jump

Vil snads up and glares at the two shinigamis : A really ugly female like one all dressed in red and a small blondie brat which looks like...eh..Azul ? Well nevermind ; doesn't matter now

What should he begin with ? Where he is ? Who these potatoes are and how they didn't recognize him being the leader of Pomefiore ? How perky they were to move him while asleep like this and ruin fabric of his overly expensive unforms ? Too many things to do

" Ah you're too loud ! My ears...Such an unexpected shout to hear from a man this hot I'd say..." Grell giggles . Vil's eyes widen , well of course he is beautiful but to be praised like that ? Ew , this is more of a insult ...

Vil decides to ignore Grell and get to the main point : Who they were and what they wanted . Grell smirks before preparing to give a 5 hour long opera show of shinigamis' romance but Ronald locks him on that point : They are shinigamis , they collect souls of the death , they had grabbed Vil because he looked a bit like the woman they were just going to collect yet didn't pay enough of attention to notice that they made a mistake , so they can all leave since they've got nothing to do with each other

Just before Ronald could get away Vil grabs him by collar , asking where they've brought him to . Grell clears that they just moved him by 30-40 meters from where they found him so it can't be really counted as bringing him to somewhere . Vil refuses to believe , wherever he is , it's way further than Pomefiore dorm or even NRC's accessable area ; that can't be . Vil threatens them one more time : " You refuse to tell , you'll end up dealing with the headmaster ," Grell and Ronald probably don't know who the headmaster is but Grell tries to take advantage : "Aaa? Is he one into punishing type ?" Vil is slowly getting annoyed by how weird this red one sounds to him ; To be honest he acts like an impatient porn star or something...

That's it , he's calling Crowley but uh , where is his phone ? Did he lose it ? Impossible . He'll never forget such an important thing to bring along ... Did these brats dare to steal his pockets....!? Vil asks them to give his phone and wallet back : now " Sir , you may like to know that human money brings no good for us and also , I'm afraid that I don't really know what you may mean by phone? " Ronald mumbles (Remember that phone isn't yet invited at their time ). Why don't this guy just let them go take care of their business ?

Vil hates it when people dare opposing him and doesn't ever take that lightly...who do these two think they are ? " Where is Night Raven College , answer or you'll face unpleasant consequences..." Is Vil challenging Grell ? Then Grell's more than ready to see what this human may have up his slave to speak to a shinigami like this : " And what may the consequences be...?" Vil gets tired , a small spell and this red ass bitch would be nothing but a toad , " I tried to warn you , you should've listened..."

Ahem , hello ? Magic ? Why isn't it working ? " Pffffffftttt- Lmao are you high or something man ? You just woke up !You'll be a great actor though I swear- You can drown in all that nonsense ," Grell laughs . " Well then hottie , I'm afraid we've got to go , see you when it's your time ~ " Grell turns to leave but Vil grabs him by collar . No one is leaving until they explain what the actual heck is going on : this place , the magic , everything

Grell on the other hand enjoyed flirting , but can't take being acted to like this . He pushes Vil back and gives him a psychotic smile , bringing up his chainsaw : " Wouldn't it be amazing if I cut those rushy tongue of yours at once ? fewer words , more of a male charm ," "Oh ?" magic may not work here , but they're not all Vil has got , he can still give this bitch guy a lesson without them : " Oi you two , this isn't really gonna workout-" Ronald mumbles but it's too late now -

Feat : Undertaker

At least he wakes up to a more suitable scene , or it seems so - His body couldn't move freely inside of this cage-like space . Is this a cuffin...? He has experience with them from his freshman year but to end up in one of them again ? Could it be that Crowley is planning on another fancy event like their first time ? Boy , he didn't like it anyway . He knocks the door trying to open it but if seems too heavy to be moved . Damnit- , he hears footsteps from the outside : " Someone there ? Why can't I open this ??" A sudden screech from out and the door slides open : " Ah thank yoUWAHAAAA- !!" Idia screams at the sight of the creepy stranger's smile at him ; he wasn't expecting this . Also , this place doesn't look like the mirror hall ? Who is this guy and where is this place ??

" Hihihi you weren't that dead I see , why waking up so soon though~ ?" , Undertaker giggles in his playful tone . Idia needs too many things to be explained to him but he just doesn't have the time , Crewel will burn him in acid if he gets any late for his class again and he doesn't care how weird his current situation is , he has to go

He gets out of the coffin and rushes to the door but Undertaker stops him there telling him not to show up out there so carelessly , which clearly confuses Idia . " Your hair...It is quite fascinating that curses remain strong even as magic gets blocked..." Undertaker adds . Idia is used to people judging him for his family misfortune but this one seemed quite...odd . He decides to ignore it and leave

" ~ Okies then I warned you , but you'll end up needing a real cuffin in a few minutes pwahahaaa-" , Undertaker burts into laughter and Idia leaves

" creepy ass old ma-" , Idia nags slowly before freezing as someone screams really-loudly right into his ears " HAIR ON FIRE , HIS HAIR IS ON FIRE !!" Before Idia can notice what is going on he's gained tens of gazes to himself , why are these guys all dressed so strangely...

" M-mummy is that a monster ? I'm scared..." " Stay away from our children you hellish creature ! " Idia freezes , critiques coming one after one : Demon , monster , Satan , Death . One option left : Run

Idia now has to run for his life , this world just isn't his thing : not at all . Even if it weren't because of being chased by a group of angry humans , do you think that he could last for even one day in this old fashioned zone ? No technology , no phones , no robots , no gummy bears , no wifi- He'd read about how different the world was before the invention of media and couldn't explain how thankful he was to never have to handle a second in the past world because he wouldn't last there for more than an hour- well he wasn't right about never ending up there but , he was 100% right about not lasting for more than an hour

Now there , he is running like he never has , begging his feet to help him this time out of any other time . Angry people screaming and bringing fire and weapons to destroy the evil

He tries to contact any possible source for help but : No magic - no internet . RIP Idia

Meanwhile Undertaker is chilling at his shop , his mind running over the cursed boy and now listening to the sound of the frightened people because of him , how pathetic , If only he had agreed to hide his hair through a safer way...sigh he should have listened to advises coming from someone who has been living within humans for years by hiding his identity as a shinigami as as his eyes... " My my , humans aren't the only fragile creatures I see..." creation can seem disturbing to him sometimes , and that's the best part with it

Back to Idia , he is slowly running out of breath . Well maybe this is the point where he has to give up ? He has long lived as a loser , bastard , procrastinator and wasted almost each and every second of his life ; well perhaps except Ortho , that was a nice work of him . Wish he was here too say goodbye .  He isn't sure if his prayers would be accepted or not but it won't hurt trying : " Good gods who're told to be somewhere up there , I know that I wasn't best that I could be and I won't try to excuse my sins ; just please let it end fast, Ame- " he forgets his prayers as his guardian angel is standing just a few meters away from him ; oh have gods sent an identical twin - human version of Leona for him to be saved ? Well whatever now , he has no time if he's the original furry or not : "LEONAAAA HELLP-!!!!!!"

And yes , he is the original one ! He curses as he sees the population after Idia , what the hell is wrong with this world ? Idia hides behind his back and Leona tries to take control before they end up burning the two of them together : " You people , chill ," " Why you defending that creature ? He a a misfortune ! A demon !" others shout at this words in agreement . Leona laughs it off . He says that Idia is way too dumb for a demon and even if he is one , he's the type to scream his ass off when someone says "hi" . Idia doesn't know if Leona's defending him or not but he doesn't dare saying a word . Leona seems too busy dealing with the crowd and slowly , the argument topic switches from Idia to Leona ; who isn't afraid of punching some faces . The argument slowly takes over and no one (even Leona) realizes Idia sneaking into an alley saving his life . He feels a bit guilty for leaving Leona on his own but he'll be fine , hopefully

Thankfully the alley is deserted and he finally lays down to catch his breath , still panting heavily . He almost got killed today and can't get over it , but things were getting a bit comforting : "Meow~" several cats show up from the corners and Idia puts on a small smile . A white kittens comes closer and allows Idia to touch and comfort him . Idia wonders , how does their lives as a cat here feels ? do they as well get as scared as he was just now?  . A few minutes later when Idia -and his cats- were chilling someone steps closer to them  . Before Idia gets to run away , a tall , black and familiar face shows up and gives him a pretty calm smirk : " My my , I see you as well adore cats, could it be some part of our hellish natures ?"

"...J-Jade...?"

Feat : Ciel Phantomhive & Sebastian Michaelis

Let us be honest , it isn't going to be that bad for him , is it ? His current lifestyle at Valley of the thorns is nothing less than London's late 19th century , just maybe it had more of a natural theme . Well , no technology can be good news since he never really get used to it after all . London's atmosphere as well seem to be just his thing : Sometimes savage but calm , filled with tea parties and great ceremonies , an interesting back ground toward the royal family and in summary , Malleus's ideal theme

Well maybe except some things : 1) HORNS-ARE-GONE . His family treasure , the great heritage that proved him coming from the all great and respected Draconia family , now is gone 2) No need to mention that there is no sight of his fairy ears either- 3) Having his magic lost in this unknown world , he is now nothing different from a fragile human being , just as weak , just as empty , just as disgusting . Oh but our prince isn't totally left on his own here...

Unexpectedly , Phantomhive's mansion is serving a mysterious guest today , even though Ciel was against letting strangers inside the house . Sebastian insisted on being aware of the importance of hospitality as the Queen's watch dog , specially with special guests

Everything seems odd to Malleus , this world , this time , this people and...this master and butler . He is no fool , not even the foolishest of these humans would treat and cater strangers without wanting something in return , therefore he needs to keep his guard up . They shouldn't be aware of his actual identity even if they look deprived of any magic

Ciel is feeling awfully uncomfortable , who is this man ? And what the heck about him might have caught Sebastian's eyes ? This greedy demon wouldn't easily be impressed , so what could it be ?

Sebastian insists that it's how he should learn to treat everyone else if he's willing to be well remembered after death ; he pronounces the last word in a pretty deep , dark tone . Making it clear that how he'll finally die in a sarcastic way which teased Ciel

He decides not to have any argues with Sebastian on that point since he can act pretty cocky with stuff he gets stubborn over , so let's see what he's hiding up in sleeve this time . Though Ciel is suspicious of other stuff as well , this Mr... -whatever he is since he doesn't give them a name- looks like a pale - greenish version of Sebastian . Could he be another demon..?

Malleus refuses to give them a name due to possible risks , yet he has to admit that he's being taken care of properly . The room he's given isn't as big as the one in his castle , but is still considerable for something a stranger would be given . Other than that , anyone else he's met here so far seemed to be pretty chill , oh except this tiny child with a blindfold and he gets to be called young master ? He has to admit that he's impressed . To be in control of all this property when you aren't yet even tall enough to pick your favorite book from the shelf on your own

And there is another guy who is really...how to explain , is it some feeling of deja Vu or he really does look like Silver ? The guy is always talking to the snakes just as Silver talks to the birds and animals . If it weren't because of difference in eye color , perhaps Malleus wouldn't believe that he wasn't Sliver himself . " Your stay won't last much longer master , your friends are on their way here , says Donne ," Snake tells him . Malleus doesn't really know how to feel about him but his words comfort him for some reason...

Ciel says that he needs to check on the trio since they've been calling him all day so he heads to the front yard , leaving Sebastian and Malleus alone

Sebastian offers him some tea and Malleus of course sees no reason to refuse . Sebastian doesn't sit beside him because it's arrogant of servants to sit beside the guests , so he remains stood up . He doesn't bother starting a conversation with Malleus and he does know how to get him to speak . Malleus doesn't mind answering to...some of his questions . How he likes it here in London , if he needs anything else during his stay , but the last question made his eyes widen : Does he do feel any uncomfortable under the terms of not being able to use his powers ?

Malleus doesn't answer , he pretends that he didn't hear him and stares at the window . He is hoping it to help him ignore Sebastian , but what he sees isn't any better :  Isn't that... Rosehearts laying there...??

Malleus has to go , not only because of getting rid of Sebastian at this point but to also check on his ally if he's alright or not :  Did the butler know he too was here all the time ?

Sebastian just knows what was going on in his mind and wants  better answers . Malleus stands up to leave but Sebastian takes grabs his arm before he could do anything : " No need to rush . We still have a lot to talk about , Mr. Draconia ,"

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Note for Idia's part : I was actually planning on Idea having his hair as well gone because , well , no magic no hair ? But that seemed too unfair for him lol

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Quirks

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader with OCD

Thank you to the anon who requested this and consulted with me on OCD!

Disclaimer: It is not my intention to glorify or romanticize OCD with this story. I consulted with multiple people who have OCD to develop this character. 

Masterlist

“Are you ready for bed?” Tom asked as he climbed under the covers on his side. It was your first night in Tom’s house after moving in with him, and you had a nervous feeling in your tummy. There were things about yourself you had begun to notice, and you wondered how long it would take for Tom to notice as well.

“Almost.” You nodded as you knocked on the wall behind you four times. You climbed into bed beside Tom as if nothing happened, leaving Tom puzzled.

“What are you doing?” Tom chuckled as he watched your movements.

“If I don’t do this, I can’t sleep.” You said simply.

“Okay.” Tom laughed again, making you grime a little.

“I know it doesn’t actually help me sleep.” You admitted. “I just need to do it.”

“Wow. I can’t wait to see all the other little quirks you’ve been hiding from me.” Tom smirked as he leaned over to kiss you.

“Yeah.” You laughed nervously. “Quirks.”

~

Tom woke up the next morning to the feeling of you playing with his hair.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You said through a yawn as you combed his hair off his face.

“Good morning to you too. Are you hungry?” Tom asked as he rubbed your shoulders.

“Um, what time is it?” You sleepily rubbed your eyes.

“111:23” He answered after checking his phone.

“I’m okay.” You decided, despite your stomach growling. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

“Are you sure?” Tom noticed the growl. “I can make you something.”

“I’m sure. Sure, sure, sure.” You told him. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

Once the clock hit an even number, it was lunchtime. You walked into the kitchen at 2:24 feelings famished.

“God I’m hungry.” You patted your stomach. “Do you have anything to eat?”

“Let’s see.” Tom said as he opened his cabinet. “I have honey and boxed Mac and cheese.”

“Ooo. This a fancy restaurant.” You teased as you hugged him from behind.

“Shut up.” He laughed and turned around in your arms. “I haven’t gone shopping in a while.”

“It’s fine. We’ll go tomorrow.” You told him before kissing him. You broke away from him and took out the macaroni while he got out a pot and filled it with water.

“Here you are, my love.” Tom carried the heavy pot with ease and placed it on the stove.

“Thank you. How long does the box say to boil it for?” You asked as you turned the heat up on the stove.

“11-13 minutes.” Tom read off the back of the box.

“Okay.” You nodded as you set the timer to 12 minutes. “Okay, okay, okay.”

“So precise.” Tom joked, making your face flush.

“Yup.” You forced a laugh and kept your tone light. “I just like to be precise. I definitely don’t feel like I can’t eat the macaroni unless it cooks for exactly 12 minutes.”

“What was that?” Tom asked curiously when he didn’t understand what you said.

“Nothing.” You looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. “It’ll be ready soon.”

~

A month later, Tom walked into his bathroom to brush his teeth. You were already in there, leaning close to the mirror and pressing on all your teeth.

“What are you doing?” Tom chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“I need you to check my teeth.” You turned around in his arms with a panicked expression.

“For food?” He asked and looked at your teeth. “They’re all good.”

“No, for any loose ones.” You told him and he let out a short laugh.

“Why would your teeth be loose?” He raised an eyebrow, thinking you were kidding.

“They’re not. I know they’re not.” You said, mostly to yourself. “Could you just confirm for me that they’re not?”

Tom found the request strange, but obliged and pressed on your teeth the way you had.

“All good.” He confirmed. “Nothing loose.”

You sighed in relief and turned around again, leaving Tom curious about the encounter. He shrugged it off and walked back into the bedroom, throwing on his jacket as you finished up in the bathroom.

“You’re going out?” You asked from the doorway when you noticed Tom in his jacket.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t be too long.” He promised. “I just need to run to the store. I’ll be back before you’re asleep.”

“Will you be back before 12?” You asked as you tugged on your earlobe.

“Yeah, I will.” He told you as he placed his hands on your waist.

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” You smiled at Tom as you patted his cheek twice before kissing him. You did this every time Tom was about to leave the house. Before you were a couple, he’d text you before he would go out so you could flex your hand three times to ensure his safety. Now, it was two taps to the cheek and a kiss.

A few minutes after Tom pulled out of the driveway, his phone rang and lit up with your contact. He answered it but before he could say hello, you started speaking.

“Tom, are you okay?” You wheezed, sounding frantic.

“I’m fine, honey.” He quickly assured you. “Are you okay?”

“Yea.” You sounded more relaxed. “Are you sure you’re okay? Where are you?”

“I’m near the bakery.” He answered. “Did something happen?”

“No.” You sighed. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” He confirmed. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Alright. I love you.” You said into the phone. “I love, love, love you.”

~

“Are you ready to watch the movie, honey?” Tom called from the living room. It was a few months now since you started living together and he had taken a night off from work to be with you.

“Almost. I’m just washing my hands.” You called back. A commercial playing in the background caught your attention and you shut the water off to listen.

“What did they say it treated?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder at the TV.

“BPH.” Tom answered, reading off the screen.

“Do I have that?” You wondered, making Tom laugh. He looked back at you to see if you were kidding, but your face showed your we’re serious.

“BPH? No, lovey.” He shook his head. “That’s just for men. I think it’s when your prostate in enlarged. And in the words of Noah Puckerman, “chicks don’t have prostates”.”

“So I don’t have that?” You asked him again, as if you didn’t believe him.

“No. You don’t have that.” He answered, growing concerned.

“Okay.” You nodded and dried your hands. “Do you have that?”

“Um, I don’t think so.” Tom furrowed his eyebrows at the strange question.

“Okay.” You said again. “Just making sure.”

“Okay.” Tom eyed you curiously as the opening credits started to play. “Oo, it’s starting.”

“I love this movie.” You mumbled as you nuzzled into Tom’s side.

“Me too.” Tom smiled as he pulled you closer. “I’ve seen it like 3 times already.”

“I’ve seen it 13 times.” You said after a beat of silence, making Tom’s eyes widen.

“Really?” He asked. “You must really like it.”

“I like rewatching the same movies.” You said sheepishly.

“Why?”

“I like knowing the ending and whats gonna happen next.” You told him, looking at him to see if he thought it was weird. His face didn’t show any signs of disdain, so you relaxed.

You watched the movie in comfortable silence as time went on, never leaving each other’s sides.

“What time is it?” You asked as the movie neared it’s end.

“11:47 babe.” Tom answered when he checked his phone.

“I have to go to bed.” You said suddenly, getting up off the couch.

“The movies almost over, lovey.” Tom chuckled in confusion as you left his side. “Just 30 more minutes.”

“I know.” You chewed your lip nervously and twisted your fingers. “I just have to go to bed. I can’t really explain it.”

“Okay.” Tom nodded, still confused. “Good night.”

“Goodnight.” You bent down to kiss him before trotting off to bed. “Night, night, night.”

Tom was beginning to pick up on certain things. You needed it be in bed by 12, you often called him randomly to ask if he was okay, and you stayed away from odd numbers. He didn’t know what to chalk it up to, but he didn’t want to pry if you didn’t want to talk about it.

~

Tom caught you putting your caught on one morning as he was coming into the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“Where are you sneaking off to so early?” He asked through a yawn as he lazily kissed your lips.

“I forgot I have a doctors appointments today.” You pouted. “It’s in a few minutes.”

“Okay. Do you need me to drive you?” He offered.

“You don’t have to drive, but could you come with me?” You asked and he nodded.

“Of course. Let’s go.” Tom grabbed his keys and walked with you to the car.

~

You walked into the lobby where Tom had waited for you with a strange look on his face. Tom immediately stood up and met you halfway, feeling concerned when he saw your expression. He could sense something was off with you but he wasn’t sure what.

“Hey darling.” He rubbed your arms in comfort. “How was the appointment?”

“Um, fine.” You nodded hesitantly. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?” Tom asked. “Did the doctor say anything?”

“No.” You lied. “Nothing important.”

“Thats good.” Tom agreed, not fully convinced you were okay.

“Hey, when’s the last time you had a check up?” You wondered as you walked towards the car.

“Oh, I’m not sure.” Tom shrugged. “Less than a year ago.”

“You should probably get checked out. You know, to make sure you’re okay.” You told him as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Sure. I can schedule an appointment soon.” Tom nodded, still looking at you in confusion.

“Do you feel okay? Do you feel sick or anything?” You put your hand on his forehead while keeping your eyes on the road.

“No.” You said quickly. “I’m okay.”

You continued driving in silence as Tom wondered what was bothering you. You were nervously chewing your lip as you checked your rear view mirror every few seconds.

“Oh my God.” You gasped and looked behind you. “I have to turn around.”

“Why?” Tom turned around as well. “What’s wrong?”

“I might have hit someone.” You gulped and changed lanes so you could turn around. Tom jaw dropped a little, knowing full well that you hadn’t hit anyone.

“Lovey, you didn’t hit anyone.” He said slowly. “We would’ve felt it.”

“I know I didn’t.” You said in defeat. “I just need to check to make sure.”

“Okay.” Tom nodded, sensing something was wrong. “We can turn around.”

You turned around and passed by the street where you though you hit something. Nothing was there, so you kept driving. Tom kept his eyes on you, notching the worried look on your face as you continued to check the mirror.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“I have to do it again.” You sighed. “I have to turn around.”

“You didn’t hit anyone. You’re a good driver, baby.” He said quietly as he put his hand on your knee.

“I know I didn’t hit anyone. I know that but I just…” You sighed in frustration and put your blinker on. “I just have to. I’m sorry. I have to turn around.”

“Okay.” Tom agreed, not taking his eyes off you. You drove past the spot again and kept going, but your expression didn’t change.

“Do you want to turn around again?” Tom asked gently, and hit tears fell down your cheeks.

“Yes.” You sputtered. “I have to do it again. I know I didn’t hit anyone but-“

“It’s okay.” Tom assured you. “We can turn around as many times as you want.”

You gave him an appreciative look before turning around again. You calmed down as you passed the spot and continued driving in silence.

“I’m sorry.” You said after a minute. “I know it’s weird. I know I’m weird. I can’t help it though.”

“You don’t have to apologize. And I don’t think it’s weird. I just don’t understand.” Tom spoke softly as he rubbed your knee. You looked at him quickly and chew your lip as you toyed with something in your mind.

“Tom, I have OCD.” You said weakly as you snuck glances at him. Tom’s eyebrows raised in surprise before settling back down into a look of confusion.

“Oh. You do?”

“That’s what the doctor just said.” You continued. “He wants me to start medication but I’m not sure. I think I might need some help.”

“I’m proud of you for telling me you need help.” Tom squeezed your knee. “I had no idea you had OCD. You don’t clean things all the time or like, straighten your pencils or anything.”

“That’s not - no.” You shook your head. “It’s not really like that. It can be for some people, but that’s not what mine is like. OCD is not always cleaning bases. Mine is mostly instructive thoughts or repetitive behavior.”

“Oh.” Tom thought back on all your repetitive phrases and movements. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You sighed and looked at him out of the corner of you eye to see his reaction.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He asked, much to your surprise.

“Could you just text me? I worry about you. Like, a lot.” You admitted. “I worry about if you’re okay or not all the time. Every time you go out of the house, I put on this one movie. I feel like if I’m not watching the movie, you’re gonna die. I can’t explain it. I know you won’t die, but I can’t shake the feeling that you will. I just always worry about you.”

“I think I can help that.” Tom offered. “I can text you every half hour and make sure you know I’m safe.”

“Are you sure?” You asked as you pulled into your driveway. “That’s a lot to ask.”

“It’s okay.” Tom assured you. “Whatever I can do to make this easier, I’ll do it.”

You smiled fondly at Tom before leaning over the gear shift and kissing him, patting his cheek twice before pulling away.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “Thats exactly what I needed to hear.”

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Hello! Sunflowers hold a really special meaning for me so when i read the "sunflower dreams" My heart was so happy!! I havent felt this happy in a long time since quarantine started so thank you for taking the time to write it! It really made my day. If i could request a kazunari x reader where they're both artists that would be amazing. Maybe the reader can be a famous anonymous art influencer? Its up to you! Again thank you so much for writing "sunflower dreams" 💜

i’m so happy i could make you smile ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) it’s messages like these that absolutely make my day! thank you so much for taking your time to even read it, i’m glad to know it touched your heart ♡ i hope you have a good rest of your day—please know all of a3! love you vvv much!!! ｀･ω･)9 i hope this makes your heart happy just like before! thank you, anon, for everything

summary: every time you fell in love, you made a new art piece

author’s note: please smile from this absolutely soft and endearing kazunari fluff! in times like these where negativity is all around us, it’s good to take a break and purposely give yourself happiness. i hope this is a light in your day and makes you experience all the goodness of love! ♡ — concept based on “to all the boys i’ve loved before”

word count: 3,389

music: i like me better – lauv

to everyone i’ve loved before.

🌻🎨 miyoshi kazunari

you created art every time you had a crush so intense, you didn’t know what else to do

no matter how big or small it was, or how long or short it lasted, love is love. even if it was a random stranger you’d never see again or someone you knew for a lifetime, love is love

therefore, there was no exact total. because even if you didn’t remember every single person you’ve made art for, you clearly remembered what it was like experiencing the euphoria of love. the phenomenon of your heart selflessly beating for someone else. the attack of getting hit by cupid’s arrow out of no where. the rush of emotions unlike any other

love was everywhere and you made sure to create something that was a memory of it. that was when you decided to practice art after being unable to recall a person’s face a moment too long

it was your form of a love letter. a picture spoke a thousand words you couldn’t write, and art was the perfect way to convey that. online for everyone to see were your love letters in art form: portraits of everyone you’ve loved

you fell in love again and again, a new art piece posted soon over the years of your life. under the username, to-everyone-ive-loved, a lifelong project was in the works for all of social media to see

unknown to the rest of the world, you were the artist behind the blog “to-everyone-ive-loved” who created portraits from memory

but, you didn’t mean to fall in love with another artist as well

all it took was one comment and you were theirs

it was one of your most recent posts, a finished piece on a stranger you saw. you found yourself in veludo way, the ideal street to find people you’d never forget. after witnessing a sudden street act, only one actor caught your eye that day

you didn’t know his name, but you didn’t need to. you were in love

you immediately rushed home without a second thought, the inspiration and creativity infectious after watching him perform. something about his energy was wildly entertaining and bizarre, like a modern pop song as a person. he was effortlessly trendy, popular, and charismatic just from the few minutes you saw him

the moment he stood up on that street corner like it was a stage, all eyes were on him and he knew it. as you sketched into the day, you remembered the small details clearly. dirty blonde hair with no dark roots in sight, glittering green eyes, wide welcoming smile. he had the face of an actor, that’s for sure

when you posted it right after finishing, you didn’t expect any major attention. on average, your posts got 100 likes or so. while it was an impressive feat, nothing could’ve prepared you for that one comment

kaz-PIKO: i’m in love with your art ♡

as your popularity and fame grew before your very eyes, you clicked on his profile and realized it was him. the actor you had seen earlier at veludo way

you didn’t know what happened, but all you knew was you couldn’t forget this one person, miyoshi kazunari, no matter how hard you tried

no matter where you went, you couldn’t draw anyone else except that boy named kazunari. after scrolling through his entire instablam account, you found out he was an actor for mankai company’s summer troupe. he was a star in his own right, with a stage presence like the spotlight was constantly on him and a heart of gold

this was the first time you ever got so caught up on someone that they didn’t leave your mind. hours became days, and days began becoming a week before you let yourself follow him back

everyone you had ever drawn had never recognized themselves before. it was all because a follower connected the visual similarities between your art and kazunari’s unique traits that kazunari knew you had seen him before

if only he wasn’t a social media influencer with followers reaching the hundreds of thousands. at least, his popularity attracted attention to your profile...

this was a problem, however. because if you couldn’t draw anyone else, what could you do? once again, you stalked kazunari’s blog once again like it was a habit

it was never really a rule to make one love letter per person, but you never had wanted to make another for the same person. until, now

video after video. picture after picture. story after story. you could see kazunari’s face even when you closed your eyes. what about him made you daydream about him constantly? was it his charming voice that could make anyone stop and stare? his intricate piercings that were different every day? his ability to make you feel at home? whatever it was (or maybe it was an accumulation of everything and more), you had to draw kazunari again

when you posted it, you typically didn’t add more to the caption than the date and time. except this time, you felt like all your rules were being broken over someone who had no idea who you were

to-everyone-ive-loved-before: XX/XX/20 (3:33 A.M.) — social butterfly

you watched it upload. it was a piece you had never done before. glowing butterflies of all colors surrounded the center of the masterpiece, a smiling kazunari

hopefully, this would solve whatever feelings you were having and the world would go back to normal. you’d move on, fall in love with someone else, and repeat

it didn’t work, because some time later, you woke up to a comment that made you feel the butterflies in your stomach

kaz-PIKO: like a butterfly, i’ll fly to you, wherever you are~ ☆

and for some reason, you wanted kazunari to find you

you had never felt so motivated to draw before. however, your muse was the same. a beautiful boy named miyoshi kazunari who was slowly capturing your heart without even knowing it. you watched the pages in your sketchbook lessen and lessen. the corners of assignments and napkins and anything in between was covered in doodles. if there was a writing instrument in your hand, something related to kazunari would come out of it

it was a fascination. a fixiation, even. you had only seen one performance before falling in love. was it because kazunari responded that it made you feel like you had a chance?

you wouldn’t admit it, but it was becoming embarrassing with how much you were staring at the few unread messages from kazunari in your dm box. they came in right after you had followed him back, and more arrived when you posted the “social butterfly” piece

what was stopping you from talking to your muse? you knew the answer without thinking: what if these feelings were real?

obsessions and crushes come and go, but... love, love stayed. there wasn’t any possibility you could love someone from afar without knowing anything about them, right?

but, then again... you did know some things about kazunari. you knew kazunari was the best actor of all time, with expressions and gestures the equivalent of art. kazunari was art—in every single way possible. everything about him made you want to draw and draw and draw

you only drew kazunari for a certain time, no matter which stranger crossed your path. people you knew you would’ve sketched simply became passer-bys, and it was all because of kazunari’s sunny smile that you were in love. or, what you thought was love

the more you thought about kazunari’s unread dms, the more you wondered what this was. why did kazunari make you so happy? was this truly the first time you were experiencing... a crush?!

for the first time since that street act, you found yourself in veludo way. while half of you was hoping you’d randomly bump into summer troupe’s moodmaker, the other half was petrified about how kazunari was a real person. a very much popular, recognizable person

it was the weekend, and the burden of university projects was telling you to go back and focus. yet, with a sketchbook in one hand and a pencil tucked behind your ear, you were very much prepared to draw to your heart’s content

as you tried to flip to a clean page, you heard something that made your heart flutter. despite the noise and busy atmosphere of veludo, a distinct laugh was audible above the crowd. when you looked up, your eyes barely registered a deep blue jacket before walking straight into the person

you nearly tumbled to the ground before two hands steadied you, a surprised “whoa!” leaving their mouth before being followed by a gentle laugh. the usual embarrassment didn’t set in until you went to go thank the person, only to stop

oh my god. you had just bumped into miyoshi kazunari, your muse for the past month or so

kazunari grinned, even though it faltered slightly at your wide-eyed expression and awkward silence. he didn’t seem to mind as he adjusted his black top hat, pocketing his phone and confidently meeting your gaze

“i’m so sorry~! i hope you’re okay, i’m kazunari!” kazunari introduced and you realized he didn’t know you were behind to-everyone-ive-loved-before. you quickly adjusted yourself, pretending as if this wasn’t the highlight of your entire week

when you introduced yourself, kazunari’s eyes sparkled with interest as he easily led you into conversation. despite being a bit of a socially awkward artist who preferred being alone over anything else, kazunari was... comfortable. you didn’t feel self-conscious of how you acted, because he readily accepted how you were with a smile

was he like this was everyone or... did he find you to be a work of art, too?

standing off to the side, you finally noticed several members of mankai were advertising their latest play. bright, aesthetically pleasing flyers were being handed out to everyone walking by, and you seemed to look a moment too long before kazunari followed your gaze and suddenly snapped his fingers

“oh! are you interested in theatre?” you really weren’t, but you nodded anyways just to see kazunari’s excitement. he pardoned himself for a moment just to snatch a flyer, returning to show it off with a proud smile

“please come to mankai company’s summer performance!” kazunari’s smile sparkled and before he looked around to see if anyone was watching, he winked. kazunari covered the side of his face that was facing his troupe members, pretending as if you two were sharing some big secret

“plus, i’ll be there. if you come, i’ll make sure to do my very best~” kazunari bargained, even though you already knew he was already planning on wowing the audience with his charisma. you took in his genuine want to impress you and the butterflies came back

“i’ll come.” you agreed without even checking the date or reading anything. now all of you just wanted more & more opportunities as the person kazunari was surprisingly interested in, not as the artist who was basically in love with him

agreeing right away was worth it when kazunari shot you a grateful, blinding smile in return. you stumbled over your words with how taken back you were, but asked anyways, “do you like flowers?”

kazunari’s eyes softened for a moment, his usual energy suddenly gone before returning. he seemed genuinely moved by your question, and you wondered how many flowers it’d take to see him smile again like that

“i do, especially if they’re from you.”

“what kind?”

someone called kazunari’s name, insisting they were going to be late for practice. kazunari shouted back an agreement by telling them to go ahead first, before putting all his attention on you once again

“hibiscus.” meaning delicate beauty

before kazunari could ask for your socials, with his hand already reaching for his phone, you cut him off, hoping your voice wasn’t off

“next week. 7 P.M., mankai theatre. i’ll be there, front row.” you promised and took off, rushing off with a wave as kazunari stared after you for a second before waving back enthusiastically

as you left, kazunari was about to leave before he noticed something on the ground. it was a plain sketchbook, unassuming at first but it was nearly bursting at the binding with how many pages there were

when kazunari picked it up, he was about to flip to the first page before mankai called his name again, impatient this time. kazunari held onto the book and sent one last glance towards your direction before disappearing, hurrying to make sure the director wouldn’t penalize him for being the reason everyone was late

when you arrived home, you instinctually reached for the pencil behind your ear. at the same time, you put your hand in your bag, attempting to feel the familiar edges of your sketchbook

then, after turning your bag inside out and finding nothing, you collapsed onto your desk chair with shock and disbelief

you lost your sketchbook in veludo way the moment you met kazunari. what if he had it?

you drew another piece and stared at your screen, wondering if you should post it. it was kazunari once again with a yellow hibiscus flower behind his ear, the same gentle smile you couldn’t perfectly capture gracing his lips

you typed the caption and backspaced before settling on something that only you and him would know

to-everyone-ive-loved-before: XX/XX/20 (8:01 P.M.) — delicate beauty

you hesitated before deleting the post a second after. maybe, you’d keep some artwork to yourself

kazunari had the sketchbook open next to his bedside, his phone in his hands and your profile open. he could recognize your art style a mile away, and the moment he saw the first sketch after practice, he couldn’t believe it

did this explain why he felt such a natural attraction to you? when you bumped into him, kazunari swore he could see the sparks flying. you made him feel like he was falling in love and you only proved him right when you two talked earlier. he wanted to know everything about you, he wanted to see you again

was this what love at first sight felt like? kazunari giddily typed a message over and over again, the unread messages of his filling his screen

kaz-PIKO: heya!! ★>d(,,･ε´-,,)⌒☆ just wanted to say i LOVE your art fr!!! we should totes collab, you know???

kaz-PIKO: thanks for drawing me btw :0 does this mean you live near veludo? let’s meet up!!!

kaz-PIKO: ,,, i don’t usually say this but, that social butterfly piece was breathtaking. you must really like me, huh? (･ω<)☆ jk haha

kaz-PIKO: no but really, it’s beautiful. thank you, honestly. it made my day, you make me happy ♡

kaz-PIKO: you must be really beautiful, too. i would want to draw you as well. lmk if ur up for that haha

kazunari read back his previous messages, all of them delivered but unopened. he realized how... how open he already was with the anonymous faceless artist, despite never interacting with them

now that he knew what you looked like, it only reassured his intuition that he was rightfully head over heels for you

kazunari typed something before deleting it, closing out of instablam and throwing his phone somewhere on his bed

kaz-PIKO: i was right, you are beautiful. i may have fallen in love, too

some things were better left unsaid. after all, you two had until next week to figure everything out

for the rest of the week, all you and kazunari did were think about the other person. a small part of you was afraid kazunari wasn’t the dream boy you imagined, but he was much more. you noticed he started posting more often and turned his notifications, wanting to be one of the first to see his practice videos and university selfies

you didn’t post any of the art you made of kazunari, making it the longest you hadn’t posted ever. kazunari couldn’t help but refresh your account every now and then, hoping he’d see his face again, as selfish as it was. kazunari wouldn’t know how’d he feel if he saw someone else had your heart

the longer time went on, the more you were certain. every fascination you had with someone was temporary, and you remembered the feeling rather than the person. but, with kazunari, you liked him for who he was. everything kazunari made you feel was new and exciting, but even when that went away, you still liked him

kazunari was your first crush, for real

kazunari liked making people like him. so, your online confession through art wasn’t exactly a surprise. but, yours was different. it was earnest, honest, and everything he didn’t know he was needing

kazunari looked through your sketchbook again and again, tracing over the notes you wrote in the margins and admiring your skill

kazunari liked you, and he was certain he would’ve still liked you even if you weren’t to-everyone-ive-loved-before

when showtime arrived, kazunari was oddly nervous. peeking from behind the red curtain, kazunari could already see you were one of the first sitting front row, just like you said. he had practiced his lines a thousand times and summer was fully prepared, why was he nervous?

before he went on, kazunari ignored the urgency of the mankai staff and quickly texted a message to your profile, hoping you’d at least see the notification this time

kaz-PIKO: i like you, too

(when you felt your phone buzz, you quickly silenced it)

the show moved you to a standing ovation, just like everyone else in the audience. as summer walked out to bow and express their gratitude, you watched kazunari’s eyes search for yours as he tilted his head towards backstage. you nodded, knowing you’d do anything to see this kazunari. actor kazunari, who was on cloud 9 with his performance and glowing from praise

you wanted to see, to experience, to draw, all versions of kazunari

after the applause, you looked around backstage before feeling a hand on your arm, the feeling reminiscent of the first time you bumped into kazunari

“you came.” kazunari breathlessly stated, as if he was surprised. before he could say anything else, you presented him with a bouquet of hibiscus flowers. the same shade of yellow you drew him with

“of course, i wanted to see you again.” you honestly admitted, knowing it made you flustered. kazunari carefully took the flowers before grinning, gently placing then beneath his chin. he looked like a vision, you wish you could’ve asked him to stand still so you could capture this moment forever

“i wanted to see you, too.” kazunari softly said, all the energy of being on stage gone. it was tranquil and peaceful, like you two were the only people in the entire theatre

kazunari took a moment to admire you before realizing something, taking something from behind him and presenting it to you. it was your sketchbook on the bottom, but a smaller version was on top of it, signed in silver sharpie. kazunari’s signature was glittering like his eyes as you took it

“next time, let’s draw together.”

kazunari’s sketchbook was filled with you. anything from small doodles to encouraging messages was found inside, with tens of post-it notes of just thoughts about you. kazunari’s art was colorful and extremely out of the box compared to his usual traditional style. it made you smile

kazunari watched you flip through it, already knowing this was the greatest act of love he could’ve declared this early on. he anticipated for you to reach the end

when you landed on the last page, you saw a note

do you want go on a date with me?

“next time, respond to my dms! that way i don’t have to write everything~!” kazunari teased and you two shared a laugh, knowing everything was going to be okay

“yes.”

“yes...?”

“yes, i’ll respond to your dms. and yes, i’ll go on a date with you.”

eventually, you ended up closing your blog for good. your last post was a picture of you and kazunari, with one caption

to-everyone-ive-loved-before: XX/XX/20 (3:33 P.M.) — to the one boy i love now, i love you

kaz-PIKO: i love you, too ♡

[orange-waterfalls]

Cat!Reader? Cat!Reader.

ty anon for the request!

A/N: Listen. Listen. Just... They would all love you! That’s it! That’s the whole post. You can leave. no don’t i worked hard on this uhhhhhh i only did 5! bc... it was not specific... and i couldn’t really do much here... but i like this. You are A Cat. That is literally it. i think it’s cute. Dark, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Magnum are the egos. so basically the egos in AHWM. uhhhh rated G! Because the worst word i say is piss. I think that’s everything. This one’s pretty boring but also very soft so I think it makes up for it. Enjoy!

Asks/Requests are open!

Cat!reader w/ some egos

Darkiplier is worried. What the hell happened to you? Why were you a cat? Did you piss off a wizard or what? Since you can’t really answer any of his questions, he decides to just… vibe, really. He pets you, he plays with you, gives you scritches, normal things people do with cats. He doesn’t even really mind that you’re his friend and he might regret this when you turn back to normal. You’re cute, that’s all there is to it. He doesn’t know what to feed you so he just gives you a whole can of tuna. He later looks it up and realizes maybe that wasn’t the best idea. He keeps a close eye on you to make sure you won’t like… keel over and die or something. He does the “pspsps” thing at you and is happily surprised when you actually respond by running over to him. He is ELATED you are so CUTE. He decides to cuddle you when he goes to sleep, and he sleeps much better than he had in awhile. When he wakes up in the morning, you are no longer a cat. Subsequently, he is now cuddling human-you. In his bed. And you may or may not be naked. He gently squirms out of bed, as to not make you uncomfortable. He leaves a hoodie and some sweatpants by the bed for when you wake up. When you do wake up, he asks you if you remember everything from the day before. You do, but you save him the embarrassment by saying you don’t. You do tease him sometimes by going “pspsps” when he walks by.

Wilford loves you. You are small, you are adorable, you are soft. You are also a cat at this point, but whatever. He’d like to know how you got to be this lil baby that you are, but soon gets distracted from that because HOLY LORD YOU’RE ADORABLE. He immediately goes out and buys a lil collar with bells for you, to keep track of you in your small form. He spends most of the day just watching you, seeing what you do. You did normal cat things, and he began to wonder if you really were… well… you. Once you took a nap, and he woke you so you could eat. You trilled at him and he jumped off the ground a little in pure joy. He fed you only the BEST food. Meaning he fed you turkey slices and salami. He bought you a tiny sweater and made you wear it. You just… let it happen, really. At night, you snuggled up on his chest. He was so happy for someone who couldn’t breathe. He woke up before you and saw that you were a person again. He was a little sad, he wouldn’t lie. The tiny sweater was just sitting at the foot of the bed. He sat next to you and waited for you to wake up. When you did wake, he shoved some clothes in your face and told you “we’re getting a cat!”. You sighed, not really in a position to argue.

Yancy is confused. Why were you a cat? How did you turn into a cat? Do people just turn into cats nowadays? In any case, he stays away from you, mostly. Doesn’t want to hurt you. You look very fragile, he doesn’t want anything to happen to you. However, you are a cat, and are very curious. You know how the saying goes. He has to keep a close eye on you to make sure you don’t do anything you’re not supposed to. Such as: eat plastic, climb a tree, eat plastic, eat grasshoppers, eat plastic-WHY DO YOU KEEP EATING PLASTIC? Eventually he just decides to swaddle you in a blanket so you can’t move. That ends with you screaming in your little cat voice and him nearly crying before letting you go. He also gives you turkey as a treat because he feels bad. He tried to stay awake to keep an eye on you, but fell asleep in his chair. He woke up startled by the fact that he’d fallen asleep. He was also pretty sore. More importantly: oh god where did you go? He panicked, yelling your name while looking around. He found you asleep in your bed and sighed. He sat in a chair nearby and waited for you to wake up. When you did wake up he saw that you were… not wearing clothes… and coughed while looking away. He stuttered an excuse and left the room, blushing profusely. You smiled and got dressed.

Illinois is unfazed. Not the most normal of things to happen to people he knows, definitely not the weirdest. He’s more surprised that it didn’t happen on an adventure with him. Were you cursed? He knew a thing or two about curses. While attempting to figure it out, he realized that you were a cat. Like, just a cat. Like a “I will knock down every item above 2 feet from the ground” cat. You started knocking down objects he’d kept from adventures. Most were very sturdy, but a select few were very fragile. He caught most of them, but you were just too small and agile. He glared at you as he angrily swept up the pieces of broken artifacts from the floor. He sulked about it for a while, before you hopped in his lap and got comfy. He gave you a little smile before petting you as you napped. He fed you actual cat food he’d bought from the store, because he is a responsible pet owner. He also bought a feather toy for you to play with. He knew this wasn’t a very smart investment, but screw you, he was a grown man who could spend his money how he wanted. He laid down to sleep that night and you curled up onto a pillow right next to his ear. The purring was very soothing for him and he fell asleep quickly. In the morning, he was greeted with your face right in front of him. He smirked, seeing an opportunity in hand. He cleared his throat, and woke you up. Your eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to tease you. You stopped him by whacking him in the face with a pillow. You walked away to find some clothes while he laughed.

Magnum is entertained. Now, what the hell’d you do to get yourself turned into a feline? Piss off a sorcerer? Piss off a god? Piss of Davy Jones himself? He didn’t know, but he had a good time thinking about it. However, the sea is not the best place for a cat such as yourself. He restricted you to his cabin so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. He checked on you every 10 minutes to make sure you hadn’t slipped away somehow. Once you got past him and onto the deck. The crew panicked and jumped away, as to not accidentally step on you. Magnum caught up to you and you meowed(screamed) at him repeatedly. He picked you up and held you to his face and asked “What do ye WANT, child?!” He then realized that you might be hungry, and caught some fish for you to eat. He then sat in the room for a few minutes(half an hour) just watching you dancing around, thinking you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. At night, he doesn’t usually sleep. However, considering you had already cuddled up at his feet, he couldn’t exactly move. So he just went to sleep in his chair. You woke before him in the morning(he hadn’t slept in a while) and changed into some clothes a crew member lent you. He panicked in the cabin, not knowing where you went. He slammed the door open and saw you chatting with the crew. He sighed, relieved, and went back into his cabin to sleep.

[moral-turpitudes]

Hi can I request a TommyxReader one shot with 11. “If I’m not your first choice, then I won’t be a choice at all.”

Mistakes:

Trigger Warning: ANGST, Fluff at the end bc that gif broke me lmao.

Word Count: 1,572

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader 

Requested by: Anon

Summary: Y/n walked in on Thomas kissing the new member of Shelby Co. Ltd. making her assume the worst, but nothing is ever as it seems.

Thomas watched as Y/n ran out of the betting shop, tears streaming down her face as the chill of the winter air whirled around her, stinging her skin as she headed to the Garrison despite it being early in the morning. The bartender recognized her as Tommy Shelby’s girl and immediately poured her whatever she liked despite the emotional state she was currently in. He knew better than to talk to her now and so he left her with the bottle and went to clean the dirty tables. It was empty apart from a couple of the local drunks who might as well live there on a daily basis. 

Back at the shop Tommy stood frozen in the privacy of his office as his eyes welled up with tears. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he walked towards his desk, immediately grabbing the phone. 

“Poll. I know you’re not in today, but I need ya.” He said, his voice cracking at the end. He heard her hang up and so he waited for her arrival. He racked over the last hour in his mind, mixed emotions of anger, fear, and sadness taking hold of him. In one quick movement he threw a glass at the wall, watching it shatter as he drank straight from the bottle in his hand. His mind pulling him in a thousand directions. He should never have done what he did, and he knows that it would take a miracle for Y/n to take him back, but he was sure the two of you were done.

Polly came in as Tommy wiped his tears away, staring blankly at the glass on the ground. 

“What did you do?” Polly asked in a monotonous voice, clearly tired of cleaning up after her nephews mistakes. 

“I lost her Poll. I lost the only woman I’ve truly loved because of one damn mistake.” He said closing his eyes as he took a swig from the bottle of whiskey. 

“You cheated didn’t you...” Polly asked, taking a seat in one of his armchairs. 

“She may as well think I did. You know the woman we hired a couple weeks ago? The one from London?” He asked going over to his desk and placing the bottle down. 

“Oh that mess? Why did we hire her for? She can’t type as good as Lizzie and she can’t keep up with the bets.” She said lighting a cigarette. 

“Well, last night she came to my office abruptly. I was here late taking care of paper work while Y/n was helping with the rest down the hall. But that woman came right in, no knocking or anything and started talking about how I needed to go out and find a good woman. Find a better woman...better than Y/n, and I could tell she’d been drinking. But I didn’t expect her to make a move on me Poll. She waltzed right in and kissed me. She knew Y/n was here but she did it anyway...” He said looking at Polly, his ocean eyes pleading for help.

“And she saw you both right? Did you kiss her back” Polly asked, tapping her cigarette on the ashtray. 

“Yes she saw us. Poll you should’ve seen her face...she was broken. I tried to talk it over this morning when she got in the office. Tried to tell her I never kissed back, but it was no use. I tried to tell her what happened and that she walked in at the wrong time, but it was too late. I lost her as soon as that door opened.” He said.

Polly sighed as she watched her nephew sulking and got up and walked over to him.

“What you’re going to do is you’re going to find her and you’re going to apologize. Get straight to the truth and then let her be. She may not take you back but just know that our new employee won’t be working for us anymore. I’m going to write up a report and she’ll be leaving Shelby Company Limited today.” She said, shooing him away from his desk. He silently grabbed his coat and walked out following the dark streets to the Garrison to see if she was there. 

As he opened the door his heart dropped as he saw her crying next to an almost empty bottle of gin. Her makeup running down her face as she rested her head on her arm not noticing his presence until he sat next to her.

“I came here to talk Y/n.” He said quietly, the bartender taking away her bottle when Tommy nodded towards it. 

“I came here to drink.” She said slowly sitting up, her eyes narrowing as she realized the bottle was gone. 

“Oi! Give that back!” She hollered at the bartender, but Tommy shook his head at him and put his hand on her shoulder. She grabbed his hand and pushed it off, folding her arms over her chest in defeat.

“I’m not interested...in talking to you Thomas.” She said slurring slightly.

“I know, but I at least wanted to apologize and to get the truth out there aye?” He said, looking at her as she blinked back tears. 

“I saw you Thomas. I saw you and the new girl.” She said wiping her tears.

“That’s what you don’t understand Y/n, please hear me out.” He pleaded.

“Thomas...If I’m not your first choice, then I won’t be a choice at all.” She said before leaving the bar and going over to the coat rack. 

Tommy walked quickly over to her and put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from putting on her coat. 

“Please hear me out.” He said. Y/n sighed and looked at him with tired eyes and nodded, sitting down at a nearby table and chairs. 

“What you saw was a mistake. I made the mistake of letting her in my office. I didn’t know why she was there but she started spouting crap about ya. Saying how I deserved a better woman, better than you. And I told her to leave but she didn’t. Y/n what you saw was her making a move on me and I’m so, so sorry you saw that and if I could take those 5 minutes back I would. She kissed me and I didn’t kiss back, I promise you that. Look...I’m not expecting you to forgive me, but I just wanted you to know what happened before you opened that door. I wanted you to know that she’ll no longer be working with us anymore either. Polly is firing her today for it.” He said. 

Y/n sat back in her chair, slowly taking in the information. She only saw them kissing, nothing else, but it still hurt her nonetheless because she loved him, more than anything in the world.

“I don’t know if I can trust you again Thomas. I mean it.” She said looking at him.

He sighed and held her hand. “Y/n you were my first choice, you always have been. I love you and I swear on my grave that something like that won’t ever happen again.” He said, his voice stern but soft.

She held back tears as she wrestled with her emotions, the gin wearing off slowly.

“I love you too, but Tommy I swear to god if you mess this up the second time around then that’ll be the last you see of me.” She said, getting up and grabbing her coat.

“I know.” He said helping her put it on. 

“So can we try this again?” He asked.

“Yes. Now c’mon. We have work to do.” She said walking slightly wobbly to the door.

“I may have work to do, but you don’t. I’ll give you the day off and Polly will take you home. You deserve some rest.” He said, his hand wrapping supportively around her waist as they walked towards the shop. 

“Alright, but no funny business. I’m serious.” She said.

“No funny business. Now c’mon lets get you home.” He said helping her inside.

Later that evening Tommy came home early, wrestling around with the small box in his pocket. He looked at his girlfriend sleeping peacefully on the bed, her makeup off and her hair slightly disheveled. He planted kisses on her forehead and one on her lips until she woke up. She smiled slightly, holding her head after waking from her alcohol induced slumber, wondering why he was home.

“What are you doing here? You don’t get back until 9 usually. It’s only 5.” She said sitting up.

“I finished some work with the lads and then I got to thinking...” He said kneeling by the bed. 

“Thinking about what?” She asked.

“I got to thinking about how I’ve never been so in love with before with anyone...and everyone in the shop can see that. And I’ve never been so upset in my life as I was when you walked out last night and earlier today. I thought I’d lost ya. I’ve never loved someone as much as you Y/n. And i want to prove to you that I do and that I’d never let something so foolish happen again.” He said, taking the small velvet box out of his hand, revealing an intricately carved gold engagement ring with a diamond on top.

Y/n’s eye welled up with tears for what felt like the thousandth time that day, but this time they were happy ones. She thought about what happened and how truly sorry he was. And so after a moment of thinking through her options, she nodded, bringing him in for a kiss and watched as he slipped the ring on her finger, the diamond sparkling as the golden sun set amongst the room. 

[generallybarzy]

hey there, stranger. iii

SERIES MASTERLIST. one, two

summary: it’s time for your second date with Mat! Everything seems like it’s happening so fast, but both of you have been hurt before, so there’s gonna be a little bit of hesitation when it comes to love… maybe you just need to slow it down a bit.

an: hey, i’m sad and stressed lately so here’s some softness! special thanks to my own 🥔 anon for always listening to me rant and helping me out!!!!!

word count: ~4k

If you thought you hit it off well with Mat on the first date, the best was still yet to come.

Ever since that first glance in the cafe to the first text he sent you, you felt there was something special about him. Something that made him different from your past dates. And you were right. He didn’t waste time after exchanging numbers to text you, and you appreciated that. There were no games played, no “maybe I should wait so I don’t seem too desperate”, none of that. You both wanted to spend more time with each other and you weren’t ashamed to admit it. And though you were both a little shy and nervous at first, it was easy. It was easy to talk to each other. You made each other so comfortable, your energies matched, and Mat could always tell when you had a bad day. He asked why you were acting off before you even realized yourself.

He had practice often, and as the hockey season came to a start, he started having games too, and that took up most of his time while studying took up yours. He’d text you whenever he could, though, and he loved to tell you all about his teammates. It was cute how much passion he had, you could already tell how much he loved the game, loved his team, his teammates. He truly loved them, the way he gushed about his friends, about Anders and Ebs, and Tito and many others, and it just made you care for him even more. And you couldn’t help but smile every time you woke up to a good morning text way before your nine a.m. classes and then a deflated “sorry, i have to get to practice now :(”

“Have fun, mat :)”

And, not that you’d know until much later, it always gave Mat butterflies.

Through the mess of his practice and games and your studying and babysitting, it was hard to find time to hang out again. For a while you were stuck in a loop of texting and sending cute snaps of yourselves to each other, but you were both wanting your days off to match up so you could see each other again. You were stuck in the weird phase of texting every chance you got, even though you’d only seen each other once. You were tired of the “How was your day?” Not that you didn’t appreciate it, but you wanted to be able to talk about something else. And while you wanted desperately to do more than text with him, a part of you was scared. Scared that if you started hanging out again, the connection wouldn’t be there. Scared that the spark isn't really there. Maybe it was the giddy first date nerves and the fact that he was cute. It was inevitable that there was going to be something wrong with this. Things were never perfect, were they?

Then, after over a month since you’d seen him in person last, it happened. The moment you both realized your schedules matched up again, he offered a date. He played it cool, flirty and sweet, as if he’d been running the lines over in his head for a month- he probably had.

handsome mat: “So, I know you moved to the city last year, and I know it’s crazy to move here all on your own. Has anyone really shown you around yet? Showed you their favorite places or recommended any restaurants?”

“Not really. Are you offering?"

handsome mat: “Well, I can’t have you getting lost, can I? Who would go out with me then?” You had turned red at that message and struggled for a bit to find a way to respond. Before you could get over the butterflies and come up with a coherent response, your phone chimed again. “How’s saturday sound?”

“Saturdays great :)”

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face for the rest of that week, all your friends in class commented on how giddy you’d been lately, and begged you to give up some information about this guy you’d been talking to. But you weren’t sure if you were there yet. Maybe it was too early to talk to your friends about him like you’d be keeping him around. You hoped that was the case, but it was better to be safe. You texted Rebecca and told her you wouldn’t be able to babysit this weekend, and she had immediately replied with “You have a date with Mat don’t you! :)”. She was quite proud to have been your matchmaker.

And when Saturday rolled around, you got a text from Mat before you were even awake. “Heading to practice, don’t forget about our date today. See you soon :)”

And you did see each other soon. Before you knew it, you were standing outside your dorm building, watching as Mat noticed you from the other side of the street, his eyebrows shooting up in recognition and a smile blooming onto his face. He had Adidas shoes, tight jeans and a dark hoodie with The Office logo on the chest, a hoodie that looked so big and warm you immediately wanted to steal it. He ran his fingers through his hair, which looked particularly fluffy and floppy today, and made butterflies erupt in your belly. You stood there for a bit too long as Mat tried to find a break in the traffic to speed over to you, but when he got to you, he giggled a little bit, that big dumb smile plastered onto his face.

“Hey. I made it.”

“You did.” There was a brief moment of shyness between the two of you, a moment of nervous ‘Should I hug you?’ but that was soon forgotten. You were happy just to be in his presence, and he was happy too. "’The Office’, huh?" You pointed to his hoodie and his eyes glanced down.

"Yeah? You like it?" He grinned as if he had struck gold. As if he was proud of his choice of clothes today just because you liked it. "Think it's something we could watch together then?"

Your face went hot at the thought of laying on the couch with Mat, cuddled close to his chest and feeling his body pressed against yours. The weight of him against you, the heat radiating from his body to yours. “Yeah, we can watch it together.”

“Nice.” He let out a breath, a little sigh of relief, and the idea that he was so excited to spend more time with you made your heart flutter. “So uhh.” He reached his hand out with a little shrug. “Should we go?” He was offering you his hand.

And, after a few seconds, you took it.

It was the same as the night you held hands in the uber. His hand was huge in comparison to yours. It was big and warm and incredibly soft for a hockey player and made you wonder if he was the type of man to really take care of himself. If he would be the type to have spa nights with you. Oh god, you hoped that was true. It was the same as the other night, the way butterflies were hard at work in both of your tummies, the way your hearts were deafeningly loud, and your smiles giddy and unable to be held back. But, it was different this time. Your hands weren’t cupped together like before, but, entwined, palm to palm, your fingers tangled together comfortably. His hand absolutely swallowed yours up, and it felt so perfect, so right, that in that moment it didn't matter what you labeled your relationship as-- if you were just dating, or exclusive- all you knew there was something about him. Something special.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

He smiled down at you, squeezing your hand in his gently. “So, where do you wanna start? We could head up to the Park, walk around a bit, get some food, go shopping...”

“Any of that sounds amazing. Can I show you something first?”

“Lead the way.”

You planned on taking the subway up to Central Park and walking around there for a bit, but first, you intended to show Mat your favorite place to hang out between classes- only a short walk from your dorm building, was the best view you could find of the Brooklyn Bridge. The most Instagrammable place you knew of in the whole city, and you’d definitely posted a few too many photos here. You walked along the streets, hand in hand, and stopped as soon as you turned the corner and saw that view. You looked up at Mat, smiling, proudly showing off your favorite spot.

“Damn… that’s so cool.”

“Right?” It wasn’t really that intimate, it’s not like this was some hidden away nook of the city, there were people walking all around you right now, but it felt intimate to show Mat your favorite place. “You’ve been here longer than me, I feel like you should know the best places, not me.”

“Well, I don’t really hang out around this spot a bunch. That's probably why we’ve never run into each other.” He looked back up at the view in front of you and moved his hand to his pocket, and you had a sudden feeling of loss at the lack of hand in yours- what do I do with my hand when he’s not holding it? “Hold still.”

“What?” You turned around from your spot where you’d been gazing up at the Brooklyn Bridge to see Mat with his phone’s camera aimed towards you, a dumb smile on his face.

“I said hold still!” He whined, motioning for you to turn around again. “This is gonna be a nice picture.”

You turned for him, smiling and posing in front of the beautiful view. “So we take pictures of each other now?”

“Well, I need a profile picture for you on my phone. And it feels weird to screenshot one from Instagram, sooooo…”

“You looked through my Insta?”

“I mean… yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly acting bashful. “I mean… I just wanted to learn a little more about you, ya know? Is that weird? Haven’t you looked through mine?”

“I haven’t.” Not yet.

“Oh, well now I feel creepy…” he trailed off and lowered his phone. “Uh, sorry. This is weird. We don’t have to take a picture if you don’t want to.”

“Mat,” you reached for his hand, curling your fingers around his wrist. If he was ready for this, so were you. You wanted nothing more than to be together, to have physical proof on your phone that you had someone to hold now. “Only if I can take some of you.”

He grinned at your acceptance as he brought his phone back up to snap a few pictures. “There!” He seemed to relax, his shoulders falling into a gentle, content pose as he gazed at the pictures of you in his phone. And then he was beside you, flipping the camera on selfie mode and curling his arm around your waist, “This good?” You nodded, and he tilted his cheek down against the top of your head. You smiled immediately, feeling giddy just at actually seeing yourself and Mat together in the camera. Both your cheeks were flushed. You didn’t even realize when Mat took the picture, you were too busy staring at how cute the two of you looked together. How perfect you looked together.

Was he really going to be the one for you?

Mat gleamed at you in the mirror of his screen, and you were too caught up in the image of yourself smiling- it had been a long time since you smiled because of a relationship you were in- to remember to take a picture of him, too. He grabbed your hand once again, sliding the digits of his fingers between yours and cradling your hand in his, keeping you warm and cozy against his side in the late November chill. “Now let’s get up to the Park, yeah?”

You continued to hold Mat’s hand the rest of your adventure, while you were jumping onto the Subway and finding a space to stand together- Mat had insisted you hold onto him instead of the gross germ-infested Subway poles- and when the train jerked to a start and you gripped Mat’s side even tighter so you wouldn't go stumbling backward. You smiled together all the way up to Central Park, to all the little nooks and crannies of the city that could only be found by someone who’d been there a while already. He held your hand tight, pulling you along and getting laughter to bubble to your lips every time he pointed something out to you with that excited puppy-dog look in his eyes. You noticed elderly couples smiling at you on the street as you and Mat grabbed a bite to eat from a food truck and you realized how much like a couple you and Mat seemed already. Is that what you were? Were you two a couple already? Or were you stuck in that weird phase of dating but not quite exclusive? You really, really hoped it was exclusive, but you weren’t sure what Mat wanted. You weren't sure what he was used to, or expecting from this, and the lack of communication was killing you. How could you bring it up to him?

Later on, your little trip up to Central Park led you back down into Brooklyn, as Mat insisted you end the day with showing you his favorite places near his apartment. So you took the Subway all the way back down to his favorite spots in Brooklyn, the sun falling lower and lower by the minute. He had a smile on his face as he pointed out Barclays center with a proud “that’s where we play!”, and promised to take you to a game as soon as your schedule cleared up. He showed you around different museums and promised to spend another day there, but the sun was going down, and the two of you found yourselves sitting on a little bench in Prospects Park, not far from the cafe where you’d first met.

“Sooo,” Mat squeezed his arm around your shoulders and looked down at you with a gentle gaze. “Obviously, I’m not gonna post those pictures from earlier anywhere, okay? But… if it’s okay with you, can I show them to my friend? I won’t send them, I just wanna tell him about you. He’ll keep it private, I promise.”

Your stomach was going flips at the thought of Mat’s friends knowing about you, but you loved it. You loved slowly becoming integrated into his life, and couldn’t wait to tangle him in yours as well. “Sure, Mat,”

He grinned. “I’m so happy whenever I’m with you.”

You set your head on his shoulder, giggling a little bit at the feeling. “I’m happy with you, too.” The sun was beginning to go down, but you couldn’t enjoy the sunset like you wanted to. Instead, dark clouds were rolling in over the city.

“Oh shit.” Mat looked up, feeling a few suspicious raindrops, and pulled you to your feet, his hand in yours, as the rain started to come down gently and then harder and harder until it was practically pouring down on you. Mat pulled you aside into a small coffee shop, “Probably my favorite in the city”, he commented as he urged you to one of the corner tables. “I’ll go order some warm drinks, okay? Sit tight.” He came back in a few minutes, and as you sat back with each other, waiting for your order to be called, Mat sighed, gazing wistfully out the window to where it was pouring buckets. “Sorry, I should’ve probably checked the weather before deciding on this date."

"No, this is fine. I love the rain."

He smiled. "That's good to know." And then he was jumping up and stepping forward to grab your drinks as the barista called out his name. When he returned with both drinks in his hands, he smirked. "That’s good to know, cause I need to start learning what you like."

It only took a moment for you to recognize why he was giving you that cheeky look as he handed you your coffee. A cheeky little smirk as if he was waiting for something that you didn't know about. After your first sip of the drink Mat had ordered for you, you knew. "Oh my god, Mat!" He laughed and nodded to himself as if proud. It was the drink he had been reading the receipt for over and over when he was nervous in front of you on your first date. He had remembered, "You remembered my order?"

"How could I forget?"

"Wow…" you glanced at his own drink, trying to memorize his order. Black coffee, a hint of vanilla, a splash of almond milk… It made you smile, learning such a thing about him.

"How about we head outside?"

"I'd like that."

Outside, the rain was pouring down and the air had gone chilly. You regretted your choice of outfit when the wind blew through your thin sleeves and a shiver racked through your body.

"Are you cold?" You glanced up to meet Mat's gaze.

"I'll be fine."

"No." Before you could stop him, he was setting his drink behind him on the cafe’s windowsill and pulling his hoodie over his head. He messed up his hair in the process, and it was drooping onto his forehead as he held the black bundle of fabric out to you. “Here. I don’t want you to freeze.”

“Well, I don’t want you to freeze either.”

“(Y/N), put it on.” Before you could refuse again, he slipped it over your head himself. “C’mon babe. Let me help you.” Your heart pounded in your chest and you gave in to him, biting your lip at the sound of your new nickname. You couldn’t remember the last time anyone called you babe.

Mat’s couldn’t contain his smile at the sight of you in his hoodie: your cheeks pink and warm, your smile small and shy, gripping the much-too-long sleeves in your hands as you burrowed into his clothes. He couldn’t help but grin at the sight, and he was certain the cold wasn’t gonna bother him if he had this to look at all night, so he lifted an arm to tuck you into his side. You fit against him perfectly.

“So,” He leaned back against the wall of the building, pulling you along with him. You glanced up at him, your eyes looking breathtakingly adorable behind those lashes, fluttering up at him so innocently. You had no idea what you did to him. “So, what did you tell Rebecca you wanted in a guy for her to think to set us up?”

“I don’t know…..” Mat watched you with an awestruck expression as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking to the ground. You’re so beautiful... “I just mentioned being lonely. And that none of my dates were going well.”

He gave you a little half-smile. “Honestly, I’m glad your dates haven’t gone well. If they had, we wouldn’t have met.”

“Yeah.” You paused for a moment, glancing out into the rain and lifting your arm to curl around Mat’s waist.

Just right.

“I told her,” you continued, “I was just looking for someone genuine. Someone with a big heart, and a lot of passion for something.” Mat let out a little shy laugh, and the vibrations echoed from his chest into your body. He squeezed you against him and you squeezed his waist too. “You’re the most genuine person I’ve met in a long time. You seem like you really care, you’re interesting, you love what you do. You have a passion. I know you say “sorry for rambling” every time you talk about hockey, but it makes me so happy just to hear you enjoy something. You just give off this energy….. It’s perfect.” In a burst of confidence, your fingers gave a gentle squeeze to his side. “And I told her you have to be funny, too.”

“Yeah?” He tossed his head back and let little chirps of laughter fill the air as if he was amused with your standards. “Am I?”

“You are.”

“Good.”

In that moment, any hesitance you had about whether or not the spark was there or not was gone. You felt it, you were sure Mat felt it too. Now, you just had to act on it. “Did Rebecca tell you anything about me?”

“Hmm,” he thought for a moment, catching your gaze. “Only your name.” And then, with a smile, he pulled you closer. “And that we’re perfect for each other.”

There was little detail you had time to catch, but what you did, you would remember. His arm tight around your waist, his hand gentle and warm stroking your cheek, long fingers pushing back your hair, his pretty hazel eyes slipping shut as he leaned down. The rain falling down around you became deafening in your ears as he leaned in, as his lips came closer and closer to you, curled up at the ends in a little smile. Your heart sped up. He was going to kiss you.

And you were going to panic.

“Woah, uh, wait, wait, wait!”

Mat pulled away from you, his eyebrows furrowed up and worried. “Too soon?” He took a whole step back from you, holding his hands up in surrender. “Too soon. Sorry.”

You didn’t want to stop him from kissing you, you honestly didn’t, and this would be the most romantic place to have a first kiss, but something felt so off. So rushed. You didn’t want to rush things and ruin something that could be so great. You wanted to go slow and steady, you wanted to savor every moment with him. Who knew when it would be over? “No, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be, really.”

“No, I just panicked. I wanna kiss you.” You took his hands and pulled yourself into his embrace, back to where you were seconds earlier. “I really like you, trust me, and I wanna keep hanging out. I wanna date you. Like, officially. Exclusively. I want it to be us.” Mat smiled.

“I want it to be just us, too.”

Your heart fluttered at his soft-spoken confession, admitted with pink cheeks and a shy smile. So he did feel the same way. He did want you and only you. For now, at least. Who knew what could come in the future? “Really?”

“A hundred percent. I haven’t seen anyone else since we met.”

“Wow.” You bit your lip and held back a smile. Everything you’d been feeling towards him, every feeling you’d been worried about, he reciprocated. It was just the two of you. You were in a relationship. You were his girlfriend. “It’s just… still a little scary. I’m scared to jump back into things again.”

“Bad breakup?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. I understand, okay? We don’t need to rush.”

“Thank you. Trust me, Mat. I… I want to be with you seriously. It'd be such a shame to waste the chemistry we have. I wanna kiss you, I just…” You squeezed his hands, hoping he’d understand. “I think I’ll make you wait a little longer for that kiss, Maty.”

“Alright. No worries” His words were punctuated with laughter as he settled back into your comfortable position from earlier and leaned back against the wall of the coffee shop, gazing out into the rain, then back down at you. “I can wait. However long you need, babe.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

And then, in the pouring rain, after your little heart-to-heart, you couldn’t help but burst out in giggles. This was it. You’d done it, and you were so excited. “So it’s us, then? Us? We? We’re a couple? A couple?” At this, Mat giggled too, overwhelmed with excitement.

“Oh my God, yeah. We’re in a relationship.”

“You’re my boyfriend, Mat.”

His arm squeezed around your waist. “Yeah.” With a content and peaceful smile, he settled his cheek against the top of your head. “You’re my girlfriend, babe.”