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[alicewrotethis]

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ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! tsukishima helps out the new neighbor who moved into the apartment next to him, only he didnt know what would come of it  ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip k. tsukishima x chubby!fem!reader  ﹒ ◠ note!!  playlist i listened to while making this ! i do plan on making a part two soon !! ౨  wc!! 4.4k part two !! >>

Waking up Tsukishima stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars placed above his bed, watching as they faded with the oncoming sun peeking through the blinds. He dreaded mornings, he hated the way his mouth felt dry, how hot he felt under the sheets, and most of all, waking up meant he'd have to deal with a new day of idiots doing things he hated.

Tsukishima hated a lot of things, he hated his old rowdy neighbor, he hated overly cheery people, the feeling of cold coffee in the morning, how polyester felt against his skin, and he especially hated when his neighbors tried to get to know him.

Putting his headphones on he stepped out into the hallway, only to be greeted by the sight of you trying to lift a box into your new apartment.

You decided to save money youd only ask the movers to move your furniture and not your boxes, you were deeply regretting that decision right now. You only had three more boxes to go but the soreness was already catching up to you from the other ten.

The sight was enough to annoy Tsukishima, why didn't you just ask for help instead of trying to do everything yourself, movers are a thing. Did you not have friends that could help you do this? He tried his best to ignore you while locking his door but a part of him felt bad for you, that you couldn't even complete a simple task.

With a sigh, he made his way over and took the box from your hands which startled you.

"Oh, you don't have to-"

"Where do I put it," He cut you off flatly before he could change his mind about helping you.

You were thrown off by his tone, its not like you asked him to help you so why was he so angry?

"In the living room is fine, thank you, sorry," You weren't sure whether you should be apologizing or thanking so you settled on doing both, which just earned another sigh from Tsukishima.

You were surprised by how easily he lifted the rest of the boxes, despite how skinny he looked he was really strong, or maybe you were just really weak, but to save your ego you decided he was just strong.

"Thank you again for helping," You looked up at him as he sat the last box down on the floor. You noticed this guy sighed a lot, it made you feel like you were somehow wasting his time.

Looking down at his watch he realized how much time had passed and he mumbled something under his breath before leaving your apartment.

He didn't even acknowledge your gratitude. The entire encounter had you stunned, was he really going to be your next-door neighbor?

With a content sigh, you plopped down on your couch and instantly relaxed, you had finally finished unpacking every box and arranging your furniture the way you liked it, and it only took you six hours. Despite how tired your body was you wanted to do something to show your grumpy neighbor how thankful you were, and you were gonna do it in the only way you knew how to show thanks.

Baking. But first, you would have to go grocery shopping.

Heading toward the elevator at the end of the hall the door opened to reveal your tall, grumpy neighbor, still wearing the same frown he left in. Only it seemed to deepen at the sight of you.

You smiled at him as he exited the elevator. Tsukishima prayed you wouldn't try to talk to him, but of course, like every other time, his prayer wasn't heard.

"Hey, neighbor! I never got your name," You beamed up at him, looking at him now he was freakishly tall, his hair was disheveled, and he looked sweaty, it was almost enough to intimidate you.

"If you know it, you'll say it," He flatly said, walking past you to his apartment door.

You didn't know what you did to possibly receive this kind of treatment, it wasn't even your first day living here and this guy acted like he hated you.

"What did I do to you?" You asked, slightly irritated by his ego.

He simply ignored your question and entered his apartment, promptly closing the door.

It's not like Tsukishima intended to be rude to you, well, he partially did. But there was truth to his words. If you knew his name then you'd assume he was your friend and you'd try and talk to him, and he just didn't want that. His apartment was a place where he didn't have to talk to anyone and he intended to keep it that way. He couldn't understand why you didn't get the hint.

You weren't gonna let his rude attitude stop you from baking him something, it only made you more motivated to bring a smile to his frowny face.

You weren't sure what you'd bake him so you decided to go with your own favorite dish, strawberry shortcake.

Walking down the aisles you stared at everything in your cart, you had gotten some regular food items you'd need for the next few week's meals, as well as some snacks and drinks you enjoyed. Now all that's left is to get the ingredients for the desert you'd be making your neighbor.

Looking up at the signs above the aisles you searched for where the flower would be. Once you found it you walked over, only to see the one and only standing there in front of the vanilla bottles staring intently at them. You wondered what he could be doing there.

"Hey, you," You greeted, resting your arms on the cart handle as you walked over.

Tsukishima didn't need to look to see who the voice belonged to, why were you everywhere he went?

You noticed he looked much cleaner now, and his blond hair was much more neat.

"What're you doing? Did the vanilla bottles look at you the wrong way?" You joked, stopping right in front of him. Your eyes shifted between him and the bottles, trying to figure out what he was doing.

He didn't answer you, in hopes you'd get the hint this time but that never worked out in the past. Your joke only further annoyed him.

You came to the only reasonable explanation hed be standing here staring for so long at the bottles, he didn't know the difference.

"What flavor were you looking for?" You asked, trying to sound as nonjudgemental as you could, not wanting to annoy him any further.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Well, Bourbon, or Madagascar, vanilla has a much stronger taste," You explained, pointing to the bottle you were speaking about. "While Mexican vanilla has more of a spice and smokey tone to its flavoring, and Tahitian vanilla is the opposite, its fruity and floral, almost cherry-like." You spoke softly as he nodded along.

"It's all based on your preference and what you're going to be cooking." You finished off, looking up at him.

He only nodded as he reached for the Bourbon vanilla bottle and placed it in his shopping basket.

"Thanks," He muttered out. He wondered how you knew so much about vanilla flavors, they all tasted the same to him.

"Youre welcome, can I get your name now?"

He paused for a moment before turning to you. "No,"

You let out a breath of defeat as you grabbed your own bottle, but you knew it's fine, you'd get his name one way or another, you're sure of it.

Placing your shopping bags on your counter you sighed, thankful they had an elevator or else you would've passed out walking the heavy bags up five flights of stairs.

Putting away the groceries you left out the required ingredients needed to make the strawberry shortcake.

Placing the strawberries in a bowl you layered them with sugar and gave it a light mix, only wanting to coat the strawberries in the sugar. Once that was done you began on the small cake and placed it into the oven.

An hour passed and if was finally done, it was the most beautiful thing you'd laid eyes on, it almost brought a tear to your eye. And to think the frowny, grumpy, rude, annoyed neighbor would have the chance to eat it brought a smile to your face.

Placing the treat into a small box you picked up at the store you carefully made your way to your neighbor's door and gave it a knock.

You stood there for a few moments before you heard muffled voices and the unlock of a door.

Tsukishima peeked his head out and saw you before fully opening the door.

He didn't say anything and instead raised his eyebrow, waiting for you to say what you needed.

"Sorry if I disturbed you, but I baked you a shortcake! I wasn't sure what you liked so I made you something I liked, as a thanks," You explained as well as telling him your name and handing over the box which he took and peeked into. If you were looking close enough you could see a glimmer of happiness in his eyes.

"Hm," He let out.

"Do you not-"

"Tsukishima Kei," He cut you off, something he seemed to enjoy doing.

You were stunned, "Tsukishima?" You tested the way it rolled off your tongue.

"Dont wear it out, is that all?"

"So does this mean we are friends?" You asked cheerfully, earning a sigh from him.

"No, now goodbye," He said before closing the door.

It wasn't a smile, but you learned his name so you counted that as a win.

Tsukishima walked into his kitchen and grabbed a fork, immediately ready to try his favorite dessert.

"Who was that?" Tsukishimas girlfriend, Etsuko, asked from the living room.

"My neighbor brought me some strawberry shortcake," He said, hoping she wouldn't make an argument over this like she always did, it was something he disliked, and didn't see the point in meaningless arguments but it was a habit she had recently picked up on, the latest one being about his volleyball teams manager.

"Oh? The new girl?" Her voice was laced with jealousy, something he could easily pick up on with how often she spoke in a tone like that.

"Yeah, I helped her move her boxes," He explained while biting into the shortcake, his tastebuds almost exploding with how flavorful it was, and in the privacy of his own kitchen, he cracked a small smile at your dish.

"Why'd you do that?" She asked, now moving to the kitchen to get a better view of Tsukishima, his smile quickly fading.

"Why does it matter?" He asked, annoyance visible on his face and voice.

She shrugged, "Just doesn't seem like something you'd do,"

He let out a sigh while picking up another bite with his fork, "Yeah well I did it Etsuko,"

"Jeez, what's your problem?"

It was as if she knew just how to push Tsukishimas buttons like she was destined to be here and get on his nerves, and she wasn't always like this but lately, it was like her sole purpose was to interrogate and bother him.

Instead of giving in to her, Tsukishima decided to remain quiet and enjoy the shortcake, hoping she'd give up and go back to her original spot on the couch.

The entire night you couldn't wipe the smile off your face, despite what Tsukishima said, you considered him your friend.

Waking up the sunbeams shone across your face, welcoming you to another day filled with new possibilities, you loved mornings, it was like a second chance, any mistakes you made yesterday were, well, yesterday's news. You loved how the sun looked as it rose above the buildings, it was a beautiful sight to wake up to.

Looking at the clock it read six o'clock, you needed to be at work in an hour, it would be your first day back in a week do to moving and you were extremely excited to be back and baking, maybe you'd bring your new friend a sweet treat home.

Opening your door you were met with the sight of Tsukishima locking his door, he had a plain white shirt on and a pair of blue jeans while he carried a plain hoodie on his side, as well as his usual headphones around his neck.

"Tsukishima!" You cheerfully greeted him as you walked up to him, you couldn't hear it but you knew he sighed, he always did that to you, so much so you've gotten used to it.

"Why're you up so early," He asked, though it sounded more like a statement than a question in his voice while you walked to the elevator together.

"Well, today I start work again at the bakery two blocks from here! I'm super excited about it, I've been missing work lately." You explained.

Tsukishima found your enthusiasm for things quite annoying, he couldn't understand how you could be so excited and cheerful this early in the morning.

"What do you have planned today, tsuki?" You beamed, pressing the floor button on the elevator.

Tsukishima would never admit it but he did like the way you said his nickname, it was different from how everyone else said it, and it was innocent in a way.

"College classes, and practice," He dully said, watching the doors close while he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Practice?"

"Volleyball practice,"

You made a sound of excitement and admiration, "Youre a volleyball player? Thats so cool!" You said, looking up at him.

"It's not that cool," He sneered.

"Well, it makes sense! Youre like crazy tall and strong,"

Your compliments were almost enough to bring a blush to his cheeks, and he was thankful the elevator doors opened before you could get any more innocent compliments in.

"You know it's gonna be cold today, right?" He asked, looking your outfit up and down.

"It is?" You asked worriedly, in your rush to get ready you completely forgot to check the weather, and you still had to walk to work in the cold.

"Couldn't even check the weather," He sighed, shoving his hoodie into your hands.

"Tsuki.." You nervously said.

"Dont thank me, just dont let it happen again," He sternly said.

"No, it's just," You paused, looking down embarrassed.

"What?" He asked, raising his brow at your form. It was unlike you to be shy and nervous.

You took a deep breath, "What if it doesn't fit," You meekly said.

That thought hadn't crossed Tsukishimas mind, mostly because he didn't care about that sort of thing.

"It will," He simply stated, motioning for you to put it on.

This was a side of Tsukishima you weren't used to, you had expected him to laugh at your embarrassment, or just ignore you, but it gave you enough will to pull the hoodie over your head and he was right, it did in fact fit. His scent invaded your being, and a small blush rose to your cheeks.

Tsukishima hoped you didn't see his own blush at the sight of you in his hoodie. He didn't know why he was being so nice to you right now, but hearing you say it wouldn't fit irked something inside of him.

"Thanks, Tsuki," You looked up at him with a soft smile.

"Whatever," He turned away from you and walked out of the entrance to the complex, placing his headphones on his ears and taking out his phone.

You smiled the entire way to the bakery, with a warm feeling in your stomach with every inhale of Tsukishimas scent.

You felt disappointment for the first time when you approached your work because entering meant you'd have to take off the hoodie since you didn't want to get it covered in batter and flour.

Walking to the back towards the employee lockers you greeted the familiar faces of your employees with a cheery smile, disappointment soon being washed over with glee as you carefully hanged the hoodie in your locker and tied your apron around your waist ready to begin the day.

You always loved this job since the moment you got it, it truly was a blessing to you, you get paid for doing things you love and you get to meet all different kinds of people.

You noticed a girl standing by the counter and rushed over.

"Hello!" You greeted her with a bright smile, excited to meet a new person, you hadn't seen her here before.

"So, youre Tsukishimas new neighbor?"

The question had caught you off guard and a confused look appeared on your face, "Yeah?" You replied though it sounded more like a question than an answer.

"Well, he's my boyfriend," She stated.

You raised your eyebrow at her, what kind of reaction was she trying to get out of you?

"Good for you?"

"You should hear the things he's been saying about you," She sneered.

You didn't like where this conversation was going, and it angered you that you could tell where it'd go.

You didn't like feeling angry, in fact, it was one of the few things you hated, because when you felt angry you also felt sad, and sadness usually led to slumps where you didn't feel like doing anything and where life feels meaningless.

"If you aren't gonna get anything then please leave," You tried to hang onto the last string of cheerfulness you had, the last string of patience with her. You didn't want to be angry at her since she was clearly someone special to Tsukishima and you'd hate to genuinely upset him.

"Just know he isn't who you may think he is," She said before turning and taking her leave.

You weren't sure what to make of the encounter, you didn't know if you should be mad or upset, and you knew Tsukishima could be rude but would he really talk bad about you behind your back? Is it even worth asking? Maybe you'd just take the hint and leave him alone like he always wanted you to, and looking back now you should've seen it sooner, all his one-worded replies and the way he addressed you with such coldness. You'd just give him what he wanted.

The day came and went and it was time for you to head back home, only this time Tsukishima's hoodie was clenched in your fist, and the emotions you'd been repressing all day bubbled back up like soda, you understood you hadn't known him for long but you considered him a friend and you thought he did the same in his own antisocial rude way.

You were so lost in thought you didn't even care how harsh the cold was nipping at your skin and you only realized when you entered the warm lobby of your apartment, that the warmth instantly engulfed you as you shuddered away the cold. You silently prayed that you wouldn't cross paths with Tsukishima, but your prayers were cut short when you heard a voice from behind you, and it didn't take much to guess who it was.

You were surprised that he was the one greeting you, but you wouldn't give in, this is what he wanted. As soon as you entered the elevator you started spamming the close door button but in two strides he was already in, damn him and those long legs.

Tsukishima instantly caught on to the attitude change towards himself. Usually, you'd be chatting his ear off, talking about everything and anything and he'd be there, listening to every word of it while acting like he wasn't. Like how two days ago while walking to the elevator you were talking about the nature documentaries you watched and how they always made you cry but you could never turn them off. But now you were quiet, and looking everywhere but him, he didn't like it one bit. In fact, he hated it.

"Did you burn a bread roll or something?" He sneered, trying to gauge any sort of reaction out of you, a smile, a laugh, a look, anything.

Well he did get a reaction, you shoved his hoodie into his chest and sped off to your door, slamming it shut before he could even get a word in.

He sighed and headed for his, disappointment spreading through his body when his eyes met his girlfriends.

Tsukishima softly closed the door and kicked off his shoes, his mind still on you and the way you completely ignored him earlier. He tried racking his brain on what he could've possibly done to upset you other than ignore you, be rude, give you the cold shoulder, be dry. But he thought you understood and didn't care about all that stuff, though he could admit maybe he took the whole act a bit too far at times. He started to feel like a jerk, and for the first time in a long while, he felt like he should apologize to you. The only thing is he wasn't sure how to or where to start.

It had been a week since you last spoke to Tsukishima, and it had been five days since you last stood in the same elevator, he was partially okay with you not speaking to him but purposefully avoiding him? He decided today was the day he'd try and make things right with you. Even he couldn't believe his thoughts right now, never in a million years did he think he'd be going out of his way to try and get someone's forgiveness. But the days spent without you were quiet and dull, he no longer liked waking up, and he no longer liked the way the sun glared in his glasses, in fact, he found it once again absurd.

Tsukishima missed having you as a friend.

He missed your rambles, he missed being able to talk about his day in short sentences, and he missed you and the feelings you erupted in him.

And as soon as he awoke he found himself walking to your apartment, he wasn't sure what he was gonna say or how hed say it, or even how you replied but he knew he needed to do something if he was gonna keep you in his life.

He knocked twice, and after a few moments, you appeared, dressed in black pajama shorts that rode up a bit too high and a crop top. He could tell he had woken you up by the way you rubbed your eyes and how your hair was going in all directions. But even now, the sight of you made his heart rate increase.

You were stunned to see Tsukishima in your doorway, he looked like he hadnt had a good nights sleep.

"Yeah?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He asked outright. You were surprised he even noticed you were intentionally avoiding him.

"Isn't that what you want?" Your voice cracked, you were trying your hardest to remain standing strong in front of him, not wanting to reveal that you genuinely miss talking to him.

"No, it's not," He spoke softly, looking you in your eyes to scan your reactions, to see if you showed any signs of wanting him to leave.

"Well, that's not what your actions say,"

"I know, and I apologize for giving you the wrong impression"

You stayed silent for a while, taking in the moment and trying to find the words to say to him.

"Then why did your girlfriend come to my job and tell me you've been saying all kinds of stuff?" You felt tears prick in the corners of your eyes and you internally cursed yourself for letting your facade slip.

Tsukishima felt anger bubble inside of him, of course, Etsuko had something to do with this, his days could've been filled with you, but they weren't, and of course, it was her fault.

"Listen, Tsuki, I appreciate you apologizing but,"

"She is lying, i haven't said anything bad about you, and I couldn't even if I wanted to,"

You didn't understand what he meant by even if he wanted to, the whole situation was confusing to you, why would she lie about something like that? What could she possibly gain by saying that to you? All sorts of questions were floating around your head and Tsukishima seemed to notice that.

"I want us to be friends again," He said, letting a small smile onto his face as he watched your eyes brighten. He was glad, the sight of you on the brink of tears brought a sort of sadness to his core.

"Tsuki," You paused, "Did you just say what I think you just said?"

He let out his usual sigh, "I'm not gonna say it again,"

"Just one more time?" You beamed, "I'll never ask again," You stepped closer to him, looking up with a pleading look, how could he ever say no? Well, he could and he did.

"No,"

You let out a sound of defeat. You both stood there for a few silent moments, just staring at each other with small smiles. Tsukishima was glad to be back on good terms with you, he knew he'd enjoy the mornings again, and he'd enjoy seeing the sun peek through the blinds because that meant hed get to talk to you for another day, hed get to see and hear you talk about the most random things, you'd once again be the highlight of his day.

"Wanna do something?"

"Like what?" You asked, raising a brow.

"Show me that show you were talking about a week ago, Euphoria? If you aren't too busy,"

You let out a shriek of happiness and pulled him inside by his shirt and dragged him to your dimly lit living room.

You plopped down on the couch and motioned for him to do the same as you turned on the TV. You were happy he apologized despite it taking him a week to do so, but you were glad to have your friend back, you had missed your mostly one-sided conversations, but you knew he was listening to you despite his actions saying otherwise.

You had gotten ten minutes into the first episode and there was already an intimate scene, and even though you both were already silent, the silence seemed to thicken as you both refused to look anywhere but the screen, if you moved would it show that you were uncomfortable? You probably should've warned him about how many intimate scenes were in this show. The closeness of Tsukishima did nothing to calm the awkwardness.

You reached for the remote to try and skip ahead but your hand was stopped by his, and you quickly turned to look at him, a bright blush adorning your cheeks at the contact.

Tsukishima wasnt one to like things, in fact, he hated most things, but you were certainly not one of them.

"I can't stay away from you," He said softly.

Your heart was racing, you didn't know what he meant by that or what way he meant it.

"Then dont,"

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part two >>

[starlitrays]

KNOW YOUR AUDIENCE

starring. pro hero!katsuki bakugo x pro hero!gn!reader

summary. set several months into the fake relationship, bakugo doesn't really like you and you tolerate him, but you both know how to appease an audience | 1.7k words

content. fake dating (obvi), second person pov, bakugo having conflicting feelings, use of 'y/n' and 'l/n' for last name, fluff if you squint, x is still twitter bc i said so, reader has a pet cat, this feels choppy to me

a/n. first time writing in awhile AND first fic post AND and i didn't fully get into the flow until i was almost done so be patient i might rewrite this after awhile

navigation – masterpost

The cameras ate up every helping you two gave them. You and Katsuki were extremely lovey dovey around the cameras no matter where they were, but when there wasn't a camera or paparazzi or a fan around you two, neither of you said much.

It had been arranged by your managers without much input from either of you, to fake date, that is. It was for approval ratings, popularity polls, and although you individually did well enough on your own, together you shot up the charts. Neither of you particularly liked each other but you could be civil to each other, and you knew how to play a camera, so it was working out well.

Now you sat, thigh to thigh next to Katsuki with his left hand held in your lap with both of your hands, smiling at the interviewer talking to the two of you. He wasn't smiling, although that was normal. The crowd, filled with live audience members and other paparazzi looking for the perfect shot, stared in awe at the perfect couple the two of you were.

When the interviewer would ask a question, you'd turn and wait for Katsuki to say something first, and if he didn't or he turned to face you, that meant it was your turn to answer the question.

”Now, there is one question that a lot of your individual and combined fans have been asking a lot lately.” The interviewer, Notaui, began, although he paused, waiting for some kind of approval from the two of you.

You started to nod a yes, and Katsuki spoke up. ”Go on.” He sounded annoyed. He always sounded annoyed though, and you were internally rolling your eyes, although that never poked through to your facial expression. Pure focus in media and PR training had taught you how to maintain an expression while feeling something else entirely.

”Can we expect to hear of a save the date anytime in the near future?” Notaui lifted his brows up at the happy couple. You turn your head to Katsuki, but he freezes, and you squeeze his hand, letting him know you would take care of it. After all, this was bound to come up eventually, and you were prepared.

”Notaui c'mon, wouldn't that ruin the surprise of a proposal?” You say with a laugh, getting the attention off Katsuki for a few moments. At the sound of your laugh, your counterpart dry laughs right along with you. You didn't need a quirk to feel the realisation of the stupidity of the question ripple through the audience. ”Besides we're in no hurry.” You continue, turning and smiling at the crowd with a wink.

The answer you gave was perfect, Katsuki knew that. He also knew that his manager would praise him for letting you handle it, but it still pissed him off a little bit, even if the rewards got him exactly where he'd wanted to be since he decided he wanted to be a pro hero.

Notaui cleared his throat, and his cheeks got a little rosy out of what most would assume was embarrassment, but you could tell, it was disappointment from not getting the answer the producers wanted.

”You just say when.” Notaui laughed, winking at the camera. It made both you and Katsuki question how this guy got his own show, but nobody knew that. ”Oh and guess what, that's time.” He announced, telling you, Katsuki and the audience that the segment of you two sitting there looking perfect, was over.

Katsuki stood up before you did, and with your hands holding his, you were quick to follow suit.

You walked over to Notaui, releasing Katsuki’s hand to shake his, politely thanking him for having the two of you on. Katsuki didn’t shake the guy’s hand, instead just nodding along with your words before ushering off the stage just behind you, barely sparing a second glance at the audience you smiled and waved at. Still, you smiled as you politely thanked all of the behind the scenes crew, just like your manager had told you while Katsuki floated around you, hands in his pockets. 

When you two finally managed your way into the elevator and the doors shut, you both let our heavy sighs almost simultaneously. You glanced over at Katsuki, who had looked over to you at the same time. We’re spending too much time together. You thought to yourself, eyes returning to anything but him.

The ding of the elevator had your smile returning and your hand reaching for Katsuki’s for just a moment longer as you left the building, where a car had been pulled around for you both. Letting go of his hand, you reached forward, pulling the back door open before sliding all the way over to the farthest seat. Katsuki got in, sitting closest to the door he pulled shut. This left just the middle seat between you two.

“Well that was bullshit.” Katsuki muttered, arms crossed while his eyes glared out the tinted window. You turned your head to him momentarily, rolling your eyes as your head turned back to looking out your own window.

“For once I agree with you.” You responded, reaching into your purse for your phone. It’d become routine now, to check your phone after every time you and Katsuki would go out together. First you open your messages, giving a thumbs up response to your manager’s text about doing great. Then you read your mom’s text about how proud she and your father were to see you on TV, which you half-smile at. They didn’t know your relationship with Katsuki wasn’t real. Your mom gets a ‘thanks mom :)’ text back, and you close out of your texts.

Deciding against checking your email, you click on the blue icon with a white bird on it. You ignore the top tweets in your timeline, moving over to the explore page. There it is.

“We’re trending again.” You say into the air, eyes never leaving your phone screen. Katsuki just hums in response. You tap the trending tag, scrolling through tweet after tweet. Of course there were a few people who hated you, or Katsuki, or both of you, but most of the tweets were big hero culture news outlets and fans raving about you guys. Sometimes you did feel a little guilty about the whole thing. Making people happy made you happy, but it’s not like any of it is true. Regardless, you go ahead and like some of the fan tweets. 

Katsuki leans his head back against the headrest of his seat. He mumbles something under his breath and you turn to him. “What?” You ask him, eyes scanning his face.

He huffs, desperately willing himself not to roll his eyes as he always does. “I said, you’re too good at this, (L/n). Better than you should be, anyways.” He says, looking away from you. You quirk a brow up at him. “I mean-” He pauses, as if thinking over his words. “how are you always so cheerful with the fans and press?” The questions echoes in your ears.

“Easy. I think about going home.” You responded, more nonchalantly than you left. Of course the lie was tiring, but being in your own bed, surrounding by blankets and pillows and your cat Zero, his different fur colours always keeping him quite clear in your vision in contrast to the shades of your bedding as your eyes scan over the screen of your laptop, giggling at the youtube video displayed on the screen. 

Katsuki looks at you.. oddly? It’s almost a scowl, but not quite. It’s almost like he’s simply displeased. You stare right back at him and pull your lips tight together, silently reiterating your words. He grunts in response, it’s his nonverbal version of ‘okay.’ 

As the driver rounds the last corner before your apartment, you notice something in your peripheral vision. Was that..? You question, eyes looking into the driver’s rear view mirror. You can’t be sure of what you’re seeing since the angle is meant for the driver, not a passenger, but when the car stops just outside the carpark of your apartment complex, you take the chance to glance back as your readjust in your seat, gathering your purse and looking around for anything else you may have left behind in the car. Cameras. You were seeing cameras, maybe they were fans, maybe they were paparazzi, that you couldn’t tell. 

You reached for the door handle, when you felt your phone buzz. Sighing shortly, you reach for your phone, a text from your manager being the sole notification at the bottom of the screen. Without clicking it, your Face ID unlocks your phone, switching the text from a new message notification, to showing the contents of the text. It tells you that there are eyes on you and Katsuki which, granted, you knew, but it always made you shiver at how she always knew.

While you didn’t like the idea of inviting a man prone to outbursts into your safe haven, you still acted immediately. You couldn’t help how your media-trained mind worked. “Give me your jacket and come with me.” You say into the air, words clearly meant for Katsuki and he looks over to you from the window, confused while you typed back an ‘okay’ text to your manager.

When he didn’t move immediately, you lifted your eyes from the screen and looked at him. “Bakugo, now.” You told him, eyes looking at him almost as if he was crazy. Katsuki began to shed his jacket, handing it over to you with a frown. 

“Why am I going with you?” He asks, rolling his shoulders back. You start to drape the jacket over your shoulders.

“I’ll tell you when we get upstairs.” You huff, offering your hand out to him. “Ready?” 

All he does is slide his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers with a nod and a grunt.

Oh the things you do to remain at the top.

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[deadsnakey]

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎

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ꪆৎ You and hermione are best friends for sure, very sassy and chaotic duo.

ꪆৎ Ron loves sharing his chocolate frogs with you whenever he has extra, if you also really like them.

ꪆৎ Youre most likely also a gryffindor, but if youre not then be considered lucky, especially if youre a slytherin.

ꪆৎ If you are in a different house, they'd probably were sisicious at first of you, let alone if you're a slytherin, it probably took a long while for them to see that youre intentions were good and thats when they start being a little more nicer to you.

ꪆৎ If youre a gryffindor, you probably got into some trouble rather on accident or not and they had to save you, resulting in knowing your name and then sticking with them for the rest of hogwarts.

ꪆৎ You four are always making trouble, everywhere you go is trouble dude it's inevitable. 

ꪆৎ If youre foreighn / have an american accent, youd talk british sometimes and they try and impersonate you, probably ask you how to pronounce some words like sum’fin.

ꪆৎ You definitely steal harry’s glasses because you think its funny but he knows youll give them back if he asks.

ꪆৎ You think its funny how sassy ron is, but goddamnit it can be ridiculously annoying sometimes, he’s kind of a smartass, especially as a child. (year 1 through 3, after that he got better with it.)

ꪆৎ you three protect each other all the time, its the only right thing to do.

ꪆৎ its someones being a testa di cazzo to you, don't worry cause the twins, and the three of them got your back and defending you.

ꪆৎ Fred and George are nice to you, you guys probably are good friends since you're really close to Ron. you probably have met at least half of his family.

ꪆৎ they genuinely refuse to get into any trouble without you unless they necessarily have too.

ꪆৎ you and Hermione are the brains of the friendship, the boys share one singular braincell throughout all the years.

ꪆৎ Hermoine and you love to get a break from the two boys, so late night sleepovers or hangouts with just the two of you are more common then you'd think.

ꪆৎ you probably developed a habit of bringing lots of snacks in your bag and dorm because of Ron specifically. boy always asking if you have snacks or food.

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fc: atsushi nakajima, akutagawa ryuunosuke, louisa may alcott, HP lovecraft, ivan goncharov, sigma, fyodor dostoevsky

cw: college au, ooc charas, pure fluff, g/n reader, reader is lowk awkward, mentions of overdose

a/n: wow.. first post (GEULPP) I'm nervous, I hope you guys enjoy this though!! <33

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♯ 🍓┆Atsushi Nakajima .ᐟ

The sweetest roommate EVER.

You have a buttload of assignments? He'll help you! You made a mess? He'll clean it for you! You're sick? He'll take care of you.

He's genuinely so nice it makes you tear up a bit..

Always trying to find a way to find a conversation with you, oh you like working out? That's crazy because he suddenly has a membership card a few days later!.. you like anime? His favorite is the same as yours!

Shares the most concerning stories about his past and brushes it off as nothing..

And then you just stare at him dumbfounded.

Gifts you stuff as his apologies! Mostly stationery stuff, or stuff that you like.

♯ 🍮┆Akutagawa Ryūnosuke .ᐟ

Never interacts with you.

Never.

Only talks to you when he needs something

That doesn't go the same for you though, you lost your keys? That's on you.

He's a light sleeper, so if you're cramming your studies in the middle of the night making a bunch of unnecessary noise, he's wide awake.

He really needs his sleep.

Only stays on his side of the dorm, if he dropped something that somehow rolled over to your side, he'll ask you to fetch it for him. (Who does he think he is)

If you're a quiet person, he'll probably tolerate you.

♯ 🥨┆Louisa May Alcott .ᐟ

Was scared of the idea of sharing a dorm at first,

Eventually you grew onto her, but it took like A LOT of time

Sometimes, you'd see her pass out on her desk while she's studying

So you cover her up with a blanket..! (this became a frequent thing)

Louisa always notices the blanket as soon as she wakes up and feels sheepish about it,

You assure her it's fine! But you're still concerned about the fact she just LITERALLY passed out.

Sometimes asks for you to leave the dorm whenever she's doing her assignments,

And you're like, huh???..???

You shrug it off anyways.

You invite her whenever you're going out!

♯ 🥧┆H.P Lovecraft .ᐟ

He's literally non-existent

Never talks to you, only talks when you start up a conversation with him first.

He's genuinely terrifying

His side of the dorm is practically empty, he sleeps on one pillow.

He genuinely does not gaf

Whenever you're going out, he'll sometimes sleep on your bed to see if your bed is more comfortable than his.

(it is!)

Overall, he's just there, doesn't really do anything.

♯ 🥞┆Ivan Goncharov .ᐟ

High-key low-key a neat freak

He mentally disturbs you sometimes due to how unpredictable his emotions are, since he's constantly happy all the time.

Usually talks about Dostoevsky to you.

Lets you wrap his head with bandages if he's feeling lazy, but he's like, VERY detailed on how he wants it to be wrapped.

If you're a messy person then he's gonna be a real pain in the ass

If the two of you were to share a bathroom, literally the whole bathroom would be filled with shampoo bottles or whatever thingamajigs he has.

Whenever you're going out, he ALWAYS asks you to run an errand for him.

“while you're on the way, can you buy me..”

You're his errand person.

♯ 🍪┆Sigma .ᐟ

A chill roommate

His hair does concern you.. like, what even is that?? A Christmas tree??..??

It does feel nice to braid it though, the white and purple strands go well with each other when it's tangled up.

Never lets you cook, like no trust at all

Insists that y'all should just get take out instead,

Rude, but oh whatever..

Do you think he's the type of guy to show you funny videos of animals

Idk man...

♯ 🥯┆Fyodor Dostoevsky .ᐟ

His appearance genuinely concerns you,

He definitely has a shrimp posture when he's sitting.

Definitely stays up until 6 in the morning.

Only drinks like coffee for the whole day,

You try to pursue him into eating more, but he declines everytime.

However if he WERE to sleep, he'd definitely talk during his prayer before going to sleep.

(his prayer would be 10 minutes long)

One time, you caught him drinking a pill in the middle of the night thinking he was overdosing,

Turns out he had just forgotten to take his iron supplements.. whoops.

Impossible to sleep around him, his screen is always blaring a bright screen on his computer. (Unless you somehow manage to sleep around that.)

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୨୧﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. ۫ ·𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒smut ☆ fluff ★ angst ✿

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𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨﹒

⸝⸝ incest ╰﹐siblings, parent/child, cousins

⸝⸝ pedophilia ╰﹐if the reader or character is a minor I won't do it

⸝⸝ inflation

⸝⸝ sexual assault ╰﹐not including cnc

⸝⸝ scat play ╰﹐fecal matter

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨﹒

⸝⸝ safe age gap ╰﹐they are still of age

⸝⸝ stalking

⸝⸝ anything else you can think of ╰﹐if I don't like what is in your request I may not do it

ㅤ ˖ㅤ ㅤ۫ ㅤ if you have any questions don't be scared to ask or req﹗✦

[egoioist]

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 stress, written scenario about jungeun in which ; she takes on heavy stress with the end of year award shows coming up and additional nct promotions

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time : november 2023 ⋮ pairings : jungeun , jaemin , mark , and dream's manager ⋮ genre : angst, fluff ⋮ warnings : tw.ᐟ mentions of disordered eating , stress , jungeun overworking herself , mentions of panic attacks , jungeun almost passing out , if i miss anything pls lmk!

when the members received their upcoming schedules for the next two months, jungeun thought it would be easy to manage. despite finishing a tour only a few months ago, jungeun was somehow motivated for the upcoming promotions. but her excitement was cut short when she found herself almost passing out in the practice room while preparing for her solo for an end of year award ceremony.

"jungeun, are you sure you don't need to sit and take a break?" the manager's worried voice echoed through jungeun's ears like they were heard from another planet. her head was dizzy, her breathing was picking up, and her vision was blurry.

"no. i'm fine. let's run it again." she took a deep breath as she tried to get herself up from where she was sat on the floor, but that quickly failed as she fell to the ground in her attempt to get up. jaemin and mark, who were present in the practice room, ran to jungeun to help her up.

after a few minutes of sitting up and getting some water, jungeun insisted on finishing her practice, "only one more time, please?"

"no, you need to rest for the rest of the day." jaemin's words coming out cold and sharp. anyone would think jaemin was seriously mad, but no, he was only like this so jungeun would give herself a break. and not only does it upset him seeing her like this, mark was just as hurt.

"yeah, you need to take a break. you have plently of time until the performance to practice, but you're not going to improve at all if you work yourself to nearly passing out." mark came off more genuinely concerned, he knew what it was like to practice until you can't stand straight, and he didn't want to see jungeun do that to herself.

jungeun sighed and placed her head in her hands, tears starting to form in her eyes. she knew she needed to take a break, actually take time to allow herself to improve every move and detail of her dance. but it ate at her every day that she wasn't practicing, she felt as if she wouldn't provide a good performance if she wasn't constantly working on it and trying to improve. she also knew it wasn't healthy to skip meals and rather go to the company building to repeat the same steps over and over until she was short of breath. it's not like she meant to do any of this to herself on purpose, but as an idol she feels she need to perform at her best and from her experience through the years, you can't take breaks until your art is perfect.

"jungeun, we can't stay to watch you to practice the dance a million more times until you pass out again." jaemin rubbed his hand along jungeun's back in an attempt to calm her down. "have you eaten anything today? we should get something to eat."

jaemin's words rung through her ears, he couldn't possibly know she wasn't eating properly? she tried her best to hide it from the members, not wanting them to become apart of her stress and issues. but as usual, jaemin knew even if he didn't see it with his own eyes. her passing on dinner the past few weeks, getting small portions when the group went out, "oh i ate earlier before practice", and other small indications that she wasn't eating healthily.

despite her mind telling her that jaemin's protest was unnecessary, she sighed and lifted her head, "okay." satisfied with her answer, jaemin gave her a small smile.

╱ on the ride back to jungeun and jaemin's shared apartment the silence felt suffocating to her. every second passing was another that neither of them spoke. as she watched the cars pass she was still thinking about needing to practice. no matter how hard she worked the itch was still there and it bothered her knowing thate jaemin wouldn't let her practice again for the rest of the day, even though it's because he cares about her health.

"why didn't you tell me you weren't eating?" jaemin said finally breaking the silence. jungeun took a deep breath knowing she couldn't hide it from him anymore, she felt bad for lying in the first place but her practice was her number one priority for the last few weeks.

"I- i was eating, just not as much as i probably should have." jungeun's voice was quiet, she was slightly embarrased to be talking about this out loud after keeping it to herself for so long. jaemin opened his mouth to speak again but before he could jungeun continued, "i know it's not healthy, but i really want this performance to be perfect so i feel like all i can focus on is practicing." it was hard for her to get her thoughts out, she knew everything she had been dealing with and how she felt but actually getting herself to say it aloud to jaemin's face was difficult. trying to gather the words in her head quickly became even harder, her thoughts jumbling and her mind beginning to scramble. realizing how hard she'd been pushing herself without going to any of the members for support hit her like a brick, and suddenly her breathing started to pick up and tears prodded at her eyes.

jaemin, waiting for her to continue speaking, looked over at jungeun and noticed her anxious state. his expression quickly turning into a worried one, "jungeun, what's wrong?"

"i'm fine, sorry." she hid her head in her hands, tears from her eyes immediately wetting the fabric of her hoodie sleeves.

"jungeun, you're not fine. please tell me what's been going on. tell me everything even if you find it embarrassing, which i know you do because i know how hard talking about your problems out loud is for you. just please talk to me."

jungeun was honestly touched by his words, she felt bad not being more open so now she felt she had no choice but to tell him everything.

"i'm just really stressed jaem, i feel like everytime i practice the choreography there's something else i need to work on and the performance has been stressing me out for weeks. i want to perform really really good, i'm excited but i'm scared i'm gonna mess it all up if i don't work on it every day." she doesn't notice she's fully sobbing at this point, she never realized how much she needed to talk to anyone about this. "if i go to practice during the day i usually don't have time to eat before so i've been unintentionally missing meals, so that's making me more stressed and i've been so anxious recently and sometimes i have panic attacks again and-"

"wait, you've been having panic attacks again and didn't say anything?!"

"i- well, yeah sometimes." jungeun's voice gets quiet again. she looks down as she plays with her hands, ashamed of not having told jaemin her issues earlier. "i'm sorry, i feel bad if you have to deal with me when i'm having panic attacks so i tried not to bother you about it."

"jungeun, you need to tell me, or any of the members, when you have panic attacks. it's not safe for you to deal with them yourself."

"i feel bad that you have to worry about me, they haven't been bad so i didn't think saying anything would be necessary." jungeun knew it wasn't safe for her to not bring it up to the members, panic attacks being a recurring issue for her that's affected her ability to promote during schedules several times. she's had them for years since debut, but overtime she's been able to manage the attacks better and even reduce them by focusing on relieiving stress. she's gotten used to them so she forgets to say anything to the members sometimes, which causes problems when they end up find out.

"listen, i don't mind dealing with you at all if you need me to help you, but please tell me this stuff when it happens."

jungeun is ashamed that this conversation even came to be, so all she can do is nod to jaemin's words.

"we don't have to keep talking about it if you don't want to, i understand, but you need to tell me these things when they happen. i love you and i don't want to see you struggle like this without reaching out."

"thank you, i love you too jaem."

note ʚɞ sighs i SUCKKKK at writing scenarios/fics.. i feel like this had a good start then i just kept writing and it ended weird 😭 i also apologize if this portrayal of mental struggles isn't that good, i went off my own experiences so it may not seem realistic to others but i hope it's enjoyable nonetheless!

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[dissociativedollcherry]

Hey, i have request for tadc, how would they react to a witch? İ like to think that they have witch beauty too like this in photo, maybe spider webs accessories for her witch hat and tight dress, like... Long gloves, heart shapes dress neckline for attractive and long tight skirt, i would love to think that she is goth and have black lipstick with smooky eyes? And maybe her favourite films is... Love witch? Maybe girl interrupted

۶♡ৎ GENESIS ๋࣭ ⭑

ᛝྀི "WITCH" READER X TADC CREW

۶ৎ ๋࣭ ⭑Notes: THE WOMAN IN THE PIC IS SO BEAUTIFUL WTF?? anyways, here ya go hun :3 reader is gn!! Jax bullies you (typical Jax) kind of short in pomni's part, i use They/them with Zooble, this is like the only fic i did cuz i had something special to attend to today lololol (not proofread)

₊˚⊹♡ Type: headcanons, romantic/platonic (mostly platonic), chaotic fluff.

✮⋆˙ Song: my girlfriend is a witch

꩜.ᐟ CAINE

۶ৎ He's mildly bothered, Caine believes your hobbies are kind of inappropriate, the circus is for all ages and your habits are not appropriate for the children to see!

۶ৎ But when you explain to him what witchcraft actually is, he would be very invested in you, he thinks you would come in handy for some special in house adventures, especially halloween ones!

۶ৎ Caine wouldn't really engage with you to he your friend or anything, hes an AI people, its kind of hard for him to want to have any desires of wanting to have friendships, he's solemnly programmed to run the circus and keep the members brains stimulated!

۶ৎ Probably keeps an extra eye on you because of your special habits, which is stupid but it's Caine, once he has an idea on his head, its hard to take it off.

ᯓ★ JAX

۶ৎ Would 100% call you emo, edgelord or something between these lines, lol, everytime Jax sees someone wearing more than 3 black pieces of clothing hes finna tease them with the same overused "emo" joke hahaha omg Jax you're so funny, got the whole squad laughing (😐)

۶ৎ He can't really use plastic insects to prank you because you'll probably steal it to use it as a accessory or as decoration for your own and that's honestly his pet peeve because he got too used to people getting mad or at least a bit uncomfortable with his pranks.

۶ৎ Still, he would try to tease alot by calling you pet names (like i said) mocking your style, your makeup, EVERYTHING, if he can make a joke out of anything from you he WILL make it.

۶ৎ Your option of clothing is something that he specifically likes to pick on you for, calling you "old" because you "dress like a grandma" HE JUST WON'T SHUT UP ABOUT IT.

۶ৎ He asked if you were satanist once because of your witchcraft habits.

۶ৎ Please catch a spell on him to shut up.

۶ৎ In conclusion: typical Jax.

｡𖦹°‧ RAGATHA

۶ৎ As i said, she's a optimistic person, so she would do what she does to everyone: compliment you, but i think she would be a little more invested in your style for being kind of different than the colorful place.

۶ৎ Like, everybody in the circus is like the reincarnation of a rainbow and there's you, wearing dark shades if not only black, and its honestly not a bad thing to her if it makes you happy, she thinks its good to have someone "different".

۶ৎ Would probably ask for you to do her makeup only to bond with you, i like to think that Ragatha sometimes likes to spend time with the others to keep them from going insane and to specially keep them company.

۶ৎ The only thing she would be a tad worried is if you do witchcraft, she kinda fell for the "witchcraft is bad" stereotype, so just explain to her that witchcraft is not necessarily bad and everything is ok! :)

۶ৎ Now, Ragatha really thinks you're very pretty, don't tell this to the others but in her eyes, the digital bodies aren't the prettiest thing, only some could at least look at least decent in a way and others... just kind of turns into something undecipherable. (Zooble i still love you)

۶ৎ She would get used to you pretty quickly, probably be one of your greatest friends :)

₊˚⊹♡ GANGLE

۶ৎ Okay, she thinks you're very cool, but would be too shy to even talk to you if shes with the sad mask, although if she's with the happy mask she would try to strike a conversation with you.

۶ৎ Gangle would really like your aesthetic and vibes, she thinks its very unique but she is too insecure in either or not to approach you, the only times she ever approached were the brief chances she had to keep her happy mask intact.

۶ৎ If you do try to interact more with her she would be so happy, you two would probably get along very well, Gangle would be happy to hear you ramble about witchcraft, books, spells, anything about witches, she would literally be paying attention to every second of it!

۶ৎ You're probably Gangle's favorite person in the circus (don't tell the others) she'll share almost everything with you! as i mentioned before, i hc Gangle to be an artist so she'd probably draw you 🥹

۶ৎ Would watch your favorite movies with you, even if it's a tad disturbing or creepy, she'd try to deal with it to enjoy movie time with you, just don't put her to watch girl interrupted-

۶ৎ Your #1 fan.

ּ ֶָ֢ . KINGER

۶ৎ Huh

۶ৎ I don't think he would really react positively to you, if anything he'd be a bit scared, its kinger so his old grandpa mindset would kick in, the old man would probably think you're a demon of some sort.

۶ৎ Expect him to scream everytime he sees you or notices your in a five foot radium from him, if he's able to, kinger is going to bolt away from you pretty fast out of fear. (he may be an old man but fear makes people do unbelievable things)

۶ৎ Someone would have to try to explain to him that you're not an eldritch demon who came from hell to haunt him and the rest of the circus and that you're just a goth person that does witchcraft!

۶ৎ Key-word: TRY, because he's either going to forget it or not believe it, not mentioning that you'll have to make him understand that witchcraft isn't necessarily bad, its going to be complicated for him to understand, but don't worry, im sure he'll understand on the 114th try!

۶ৎ Once he gets the message he would really be indifferent about you.

⋆.˚ POMNI

۶ৎ She... doesn't really care, honestly, along with zooble, she wouldn't really care about you or your style, since she's like, fixated on finding the exit other than focusing on what the other members look like.

۶ৎ I think she would only really care about you and your hobbies if your magic comes in handy to help her escape or something like that, if not, she's just trying to leave man-

۶ৎ But if you guys became friends, she would try to listen about your 'lifestyle' but idk man she would really be unfazed by it cuz y'know she doesn't really care and ashahshhsejj

۶ৎ Uhm i guess that's it, im sorry i can't see Pomni really caring about it due to her personality 😭

✧₊⁺ ZOOBLE

۶ৎ They find it cool, not in the Gangle way, more in their chill way, Zooble would probably be your friend pretty easily compared to Gangle, they would just go "You're cool, wanna hangout?" and that's it.

۶ৎ I hc Zooble to be that chill friend, so they would be pretty fine whenever you decide to talk to them about your favorite spells or style and etc, Zooble would be just nodding but trust me they're listening carefully.

۶ৎ Zooble would agree on you trying to do their makeup but since their face is kind of... complicated, so they would deny to try and save you an headache.

۶ৎ You probably stay out of in house adventures to hang out with them, let's be honest its probably more chill and less stressful to hang out with Zooble than participating in house adventures, especially when Jax is in them.

۶ৎ Chill besties

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ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! atsumu needed a new roommate, only he didn't know what he was getting himself into. ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip! a. miya x artist! oblivious! reader, sfw ﹒ ◠ note!!  and they were roommates... atsumu is so hard to write for omg, pt2 soon !! not proofread ౨ wc!! 3k  ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood!! series playlist

[part two]

"Tsumu, you need to find a new roommate. My girlfriend and I are getting serious," Atsumu's now ex-roommate explained to him. Atsumu could understand, though not really. He had never gotten too far in the relationship stages. His focus was usually on volleyball, and he couldn’t imagine himself in a serious relationship, so he never really tried.

So here he sat in his living room, on the couch, interviewing the fifth person that day for the new roommate position he’d put out on Craigslist. He was starting to regret the decision, especially since half of the people he met were... well, to put it nicely, extremely shady in his eyes.

Maybe Craigslist wasn’t the best place to post a roommate ad.

His rules were simple: don’t make a mess, be respectful of each other’s belongings, label your food items, and do not be a girl. Most of the rules seemed fair given that it was a two-bedroom, two-bath apartment.

But then there you were, sitting across from him, looking nervous as he stared you down.

"Ya' read the rules, right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

It’s not that Atsumu hated women or anything—he loved them, for the most part. He just wasn’t sure he could share the same space with someone of the opposite gender. It was something he’d never done before, and given the way his exes acted, he assumed every girl would be uptight and all up in his business all the time.

"I, uh, yes?" You tried to put on a fake smile, but the truth was, you hadn’t read the rules. You’d just applied to whatever roommate ad you first saw. You’d been kicked out by your last roommate, who refused to tell you the reasons, but you had a pretty good guess why.

You had a bad habit of leaving things out randomly, calling it your organized clutter. But everyone else called it a pigsty.

"Then what was the first rule?" He questioned.

You said the first thing that came to your mind, "Don’t talk about fight club?" Your cheeks were a deep red color.

Atsumu felt a smirk fall onto his face "Ya sure yer applyin' for a roommate and not an underground fightin' ring?" He said, amused.

"It was the first thing that came to my mind!" You shouted, embarrassed about your accidental answer. "No, I didn't read your freak rules," You muttered, crossing your arms and staring at the wooden floor.

Atsumu chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Well, if yer gonna live here, you might wanna start readin' them," he teased, leaning back into the couch.

You directed your attention to him once again, "Wait, I can live here?" You asked, a hopeful expression on your face.

Atsumu’s grin softened as he noticed the hope in your eyes. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. "Yeah, ya can," he said, his voice a little more serious now. "But, ya gotta understand, this place ain't some hotel. It's full of my rules,"

Atsumu knew he needed someone to fill the position of his roommate, and truthfully he was tired of interviewing people and having to awkwardly reject them, and you seemed nice enough, plus, he could just kick you out if you weren't nice to live with.

"I'm sure I can make whatever your rules are work!" You beamed, your excitement palpable.

You were overjoyed, and grateful to have found an apartment so quickly, especially with the truck you rented due to be back in six hours.

"First off," he started, but you cut him off by raising your hand. "What?"

"Can we, uh, bring my stuff up? The truck, uh... it needs to be back in six hours..." you said, your voice wavering, as if you were almost afraid he might tell you to unload it yourself.

Atsumu’s expression softened just a little as he processed your request. The nerves were so evident in your voice, and he couldn’t help but wonder if you were just a bit too anxious for such a simple question. But the truth was, he’d been nervous more times than he could count in his life. It was the only thing that kept him from being irritated by your timid tone.

"Sure," he said, his voice dropping to something a bit gentler. "I can help ya bring it up, no problem."

You blinked, taken aback for a moment. You expected some resistance— after all, most people would be irritated by the thought of helping move someone’s stuff after a first meeting. Maybe your original thoughts on Atsumu were wrong, when you first saw him you had assumed he would be rude but so far he seemed to be fairly nice.

"Lead the way," He spoke, standing up, once again reminding you just how tall he really is.

You both stood in front of the truck, it was a fairly small size, really only used for moving a bedroom.

"The boxes might be heavy, I dont pack well," You warned, sliding the door up and revealing your stacks of boxes as well as your bed set, but something caught Atsumu's eye, you had something flat and long covered on bubble wrap.

"What's that?" He asked, pointing his finger.

"Oh! My canvases, I, uh, do art, or well, make it, I guess," You explained, stumbling over your words nervously. "Well, not I guess, I know it, it's my job,"

You hoped he didn't ask any further questions since you weren't one to really talk about your art, most of your pieces never met your standards so therefore never met the light of day despite what everyone else says about them. You always tended to be your own biggest critique.

"Maybe you could paint me like one of your French girls," He teased, a wide grin on his face.

Your face went a deep shade, did he actually want you to paint him like a French girl? It wasn't uncommon for someone to ask you to paint them something but to paint someone was a whole different deal, though, you did find him candidly pretty enough for it.

"Maybe," You said while picking up a box from the truck, the weight almost enough to make you drop it as you struggled to walk.

Atsumu just watched you with amusement, his brow raising, you didn't actually think he was serious. Right? You had determination he'd give you that.

"Ya need help?" He asked wryly.

"Nope," You mustered out before taking another step and almost falling backward, "Okay, yeah," You admitted.

Atsumu quickly replaced your hands on the box, lifting it like it weighed absolutely nothing.

"Just say yes next time, yeah?" He said, making his way towards the entrance, making you mumbling excuses for not lifting it.

After Atsumu sat the last box down in your room he wiped the sweat off his forehead. You told him you'd be back in forty minutes. It took you ten minutes to get to the truck place, twenty minutes to wait for your friend to pick you up, and ten minutes back. It gave Atsumu a chance to spiffy the place up one last time. He didn't want you to think he lived messily, though it would be a different story when he was busy.

Before leaving your room, he caught a glimpse of the familiar bubble-wrapped canvases, curiosity piquing his interest. One look wouldn't hurt, right? And it's like you'd never know. Giving in to his curiosity he carefully unwrapped one from the back, it felt like Christmas all over again.

Lifting the painting up to get a good view his jaw dropped, it was a beautiful scenic view of a lake, the water and grass had been finished but the sky and what he presumed should've been mountains weren't. He wanted to see a finished one, so he declared that one didn't count and therefore he should be entitled to unwrapping another one.

Lifting the second one up he noticed the same thing, it was a moonlight beach piece- or so he thought; only the top part of the canvas hadn't been filled in. Once he rewrapped them he inspected all the canvases from outside the wrap, and despite how blurry it was, he could tell none of them were finished and a confused look strew onto his face, whats with you and not finishing things?

Hearing the doorbell ring he quickly placed everything back where he found it and rushed to the door, opening it slightly after peeking through the peephole and seeing your form.

"Password?" He asked with a grin.

You didn't quite pick up on his joking tone, "Wait what? You didn't tell me the password," You explained anxiously.

He laughed awkwardly when he realized the joke didn't land, you were gonna have to get used to his silly jokes if you were gonna become possible friends with him.

"Just come inside," He opened the door fully, watching as you slipped under the arm that was holding the door open.

"That reminds me," He paused, digging in his shorts pocket, pulling out a silver key, and handing it out to you, "Your key,"

You smiled and took it from his hand, "Why is your fingertip black?" You asked, taking his wrist and examining his hand.

Atsumu's eyes widened as he quickly tried to come up with an excuse, he couldn't just tell you he went snooping through your stuff. Atsumu was a liar, everybody who was even remotely close to him knew this, but to his luck, you had only just met him.

"It's not," He said with the most convincing smile he could put on.

He never said he was a good liar.

You looked up at him, his wrist still in your grasp as your eyes flickered between him and his finger, and your skeptical expression made it clear you didn't believe him.

"It's food dye," He spoke again, praying you'd release your weak grasp.

Narrowing your eyes you seemed content with his more believable answer, "Why didn't you just say that from the start?" You asked, letting go of his arm.

"Oh, ya know, the usual, anyway..." He trailed off, walking towards his bedroom to escape the awkward situation, "I'll be in my room, don't disturb me unless there's a fire,"

You watched his back as he fled and shut the door swiftly, you knew this new living arrangement would be anything other than a dull one.

But one thing didn't add up to you, what food would he willingly want to dye black? Oh well, you had more important matters to attend to, like unpacking your room, your least favorite part of moving.

With a sigh you looked around your room, it was neat, and you wondered how long it'd be till it wasn't. Mentally swatting those thoughts away you shook your head, you had to be clean this time in fear of getting kicked out, again, it's weird that it happened once it'd be even more weird if it happened twice.

The only thing left was to find a spot to put your unfinished paintings, was hanging up unfinished paintings weird to do? You weren't quite sure, but since you had nowhere else to store them you decided it was the only logical thing to do. Unwrapping the first one you noticed little smudges in the black. Once you hung it up you inspected your fingers, only that's when it hit you, Atsumu's fingers, he lied to your face!

Knocking on his bedroom door, you were furious— not because he snooped through your things, but because he lied to your face about doing so.

"Atsumu's not here, try again later," You heard him say from behind the door, feigning innocence.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. "Why'd you lie to me?"

"As a loyal friend of Atsumu, I can confirm he's a man of integrity and would do no such thing," He shot back, in a mockingly serious tone.

Did he genuinely think you'd fall for this act? You were a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them.

"I'm not stupid, Atsumu," you said, crossing your arms as the door creaked open.

His face peeked out with a sheepish grin, clearly amused. "Never said ya were, just testin' yer observation skills,"

You glared up at him, refusing to be derailed. "So? Why lie?"

Atsumu leaned casually against the doorframe, shrugging with an air of nonchalance, "Force of habit? Thought it'd be funny?" His grin widened.

Atsumu didn't really have an explanation of why he lied to you, it just came naturally to him, he'd lie even when caught in the act. He'd be more surprised if he told the truth.

You could only muster out a scoff as you turned for your room, you were more annoyed than angry at this point, annoyed that he kept joking about everything– was there a serious bone in this guys body?

Atsumu felt the need to apologize, he knew he shouldn't lie, or well, he should've told a better lie, but he still hurt your feelings and it hadn't even been a whole day since you moved in.

With an exaggerated sigh he knocked on your door. After a few moments you opened it, a scowl evident on your face at the sight of him.

" 'msorry i stretched the truth about a few things," He said, watching as you crossed your arms.

"Stretched the truth?" You repeated annoyed at how he couldn't admit the cold hard truth even in his apologies.

"C'mon don't be like that, i'm sorry, i got carried away 'nd wanted to see yer painting's" He leaned on the door way.

you let a soft smile onto your face at his words, you were glad he apologized finally, and you were happy someone wanted to see your work, though, had he just asked you probably would've shown him. Eventually. Most likely.

"Yeah, well... next time, just don’t lie. It’s not that hard." You say, not wanting to let him off the hook that easily.

Atsumu grins, "No promises," He said amusingly.

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him, "So, what do you think of them?"

Atsumu knew he was going to like invoking reactions out of you, the way you expressed yourself so clearly was adorable to him, and how you didn't quite catch on to his sarcastic tone, taking everything so seriously. It was far too cute.

"Why aren't any of 'em finished?" He asked inquisitively, watching as you leaned on the doorframe opposite to him.

You pondered for a moment, coming up with an answer that actually made sense to anyone but you. You knew why they weren't finished, it was a problem you've always had, you just never had the right motivation to finish the pieces, they were beautiful yes, and they could've been so much more but you never had the right... muse?

Motivation?

Reason?

Of course, you had reason to finish the pieces people paid for, but your personal pieces were and will always remain unfinished.

"I've never had any reason to finish them, I guess," You said, your tone completely changing from the one you've been using toward him, you sounded more collected than you did before.

Atsumu felt your words somewhat, though he couldn't fully understand where you were coming from as he never indulged in hobbies other than volleyball, and with volleyball you can't just not finish the game.

"Well, if ya ever finish one, we're hangin' it up in the living room," He grinned at your flustered face.

"You were saying something about rules earlier?" You changed the subject.

"Ah," He paused, "Respect people's things 'nd label yer food,"

You looked at him with a bemused expression, "Haven't you already broken one of your rules?"

He stood with a wide smirk, "Never said I'd follow the rules, gotta get yer ears checked," He said teasingly.

"My ears are just fine, I swab them every night for your information," You shot back, defensively crossing your arms.

Atsumu chuckled softly at your form, the way you always took him so seriously, it stitched something into him, nothing bad, but he just wasn't sure what the feeling was to what it could lead to, sure your personalities clashed wildly, but that's what made it so exciting to him. You were something new.

"Thanks f'the image,"

"Let me see your ears," You said, arms still crossed.

Atsumu raised his brow in amusement, "Why would I-"

Atsumu got cut off by you grabbing his shirt and tugging him down,.

Atsumu blinked, his lips parting slightly in stunned silence. He wasn’t used to being manhandled like this— especially by someone as small, compared to him, and stubborn as you.

“Y’know,” He finally murmured, his voice low and teasing as a grin tugged at his lips, “If ya wanted t’hold my face, ya just had t’ask.” He said playfully, trying to mask the flush your hold on his face brought.

You ignored his words, squinting at his ear as if it held the answers to the universe.

“It looks clean,” you muttered, releasing his chin with a sharp pat.

Atsumu straightened, rubbing his jaw with exaggerated offense. “Glad I passed yer inspection, doc. Feel free t’give me a heads-up next time, yeah?”

Despite the confident facade he put on, your touch and close proximity sent a flutter through him.

"Well, I did ask beforehand," You placed your hand on his chest to move him backward and out of the doorframe, god, why were you so touchy? It did absolutely nothing to calm the flutter of feelings spinning in his chest.

As you turned on your heel and shut the door, Atsumu stood there, watching you, his hand absently brushing over his chin where your fingers had been moments before.

What exactly had he gotten himself into?

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જ⁀➴ was rude to you but would be worse if you turned down his friend request. Js like Harry did.

જ⁀➴ you'd probably team up sometimes if you're also a Slytherin but if you're not then the hatred he has for you is probably worst I'm so sorry. (Specifically as a Gryffindor)

જ⁀➴ in the third year close to fourth year, you guys start being a little more respectful towards each other for whatever reason and that's when your relationship slowly starts forming.

જ⁀➴ once you do start dating after pining over each other for soooo long, he's definitely only nice to you.

જ⁀➴ it took a loonnggg while to get through him and have him open up to you but once he does he lets all of his walls down for you.

જ⁀➴ once he knows he can trust you he starts acting like a true gentlemen, always so gentle and sweet to you and youre low-key a spoiled brat but its ok because its you!!!! he's so so in love with you!!

જ⁀➴ will defend you and your name soo badly like he ain't playing if he so much as get a hint that you're trying to disrespect his amazing y/n he's going straight to disrespectful and dirty and will fight for you if it comes down to it. (though its not preferred.)

જ⁀➴ he's just suddenly the sweetest like ...where's Draco Malfoy and what did you do to him?

જ⁀➴ no but seriously you got teachers and people you've never even interacted with asking you how you did it, yk, what's your secret?

જ⁀➴ like girl only if you knew😭

જ⁀➴ he's big on gifting you things he knows you'll like but on holidays like Christmas, valentine or even your bday? Girllll he's going alllll out nothing is too expensive or too much if anything, its never enough (in his opinion).

જ⁀➴ but that's just because you deserve the world and more and he wants to give you anything and everything you want and need

જ⁀➴ I'd say his love language (giving) would be quality time and love language with a little sprinkle of acts of service.

જ⁀➴ he loves having his hands on you, especially if you're chubby or a little thicker, have more curves ugh his hands won't leave you even in public.

જ⁀➴ he has no problem doing stuff for you, ask and you shall receive!!! Even if he's mad at you or sum he'll still do what you ask of him or if you're pissing him off, it doesn't matter.

જ⁀➴ now, with quality time this is specifically alone.

જ⁀➴ yeah, it's fun hanging with you and friends but he loves it even more when it's just the two of you, doesn't matter where y'all are, just hanging out.

જ⁀➴ you don't even have to be talking or cuddling. Literally just doing your own things near each other gives him comfort.

જ⁀➴ although, he wouldn't mind giving you a few cuddles or kisses from time to time. He's I N L O V E with you bae!!!!

જ⁀➴ carries your books or bag, he insists.

જ⁀➴ does not give one Doggystyle damn if your or his friends tease or make disgusted faces at y'all being lovey dovey or even just a simple interaction. He's gonna show his girl off!!

જ⁀➴ if your e a Gryffindor, your friends probably hate him and only tolerate him because they care about you and your happiness, and clearly, you're pretty damn happy!!!

A/n: I finally decided last minute to finish this and post this as its been rotting in my drafts for months!! Lmk what you thought!

[luvs4matt]

── CHERRY’S FILES ꪆৎ FILE #4

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𝜗℘ 𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑓！𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑜 | introduction. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝑂𝑁 𝐻𝐼𝐴𝑇𝑈𝑆

find his own separate masterlist here :)

౨ৎ

𝜗℘ 𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑓！𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑜 （𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟) introduction⊹ ࣪

texts 𝜗𝜚

beard 𝜗𝜚

thanking 𝜗𝜚

౨ৎ

𝜗℘𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟！𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑜 | introduction. ⊹ ࣪ ˖𝑂𝑁 𝐻𝐼𝐴𝑇𝑈𝑆

nothing yet, coming soon!

౨ৎ

𝜗℘ 𝑏𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖！𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑜 | introduction ⊹ ࣪ ˖

sexting 𝜗𝜚

౨ৎ

𝜗℘ 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐＆𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛！𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑜 | introduction. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

nothing yet, coming soon!

౨ৎ

𝜗℘ 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒！𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑜 | introduction. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

pretty 𝜗𝜚 (one year special)

sugar 𝜗𝜚 (one year au special)

౨ৎ

𝜗℘ 𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑓！𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑜 | introduction. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

texts , part two 𝜗𝜚𝜗𝜚

your good girl 𝜗𝜚

౨ৎ

𝜗℘ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟！𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑑 | introduction. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

one more time 𝜗𝜚

p!links 𝜗𝜚

getting yourself off 𝜗𝜚

so good 𝜗𝜚

proud 𝜗𝜚

pornstar!matt originally by ୨୧ @mattsstarlet

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[mylovingkiss]

𝜗𝜚 ݁˖

𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲

⎯ ৎ “𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . .”

⋆｡˚☁︎ 【 𝟏𝟕 】 · 𝒇𝒆𝒎 — mgs enthusiast

 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

⁺ 　. so i apologize for any mistakes . 　⁺

# M.LIST ;❕; # RULES

— request are open !¡

— 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 # i reserve the right to decline any request that doesn’t sit well with me.

please take care ۶ৎ

⎯⎯⎯ ৎ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ONLY ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ !!

⌗ smut ⋆˚࿔ fluff ⭑.ᐟ angst

RECENTS

01. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ,, porcelain heart. . . ⭑.ᐟ / ⋆˚࿔ — 𝐝. 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 (work)

02. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ,, morning star. . . ⌗ — 𝐯. 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 (w.i.p. . . uhh, needed a bit of rework, we’ll see it soon enough, hopefully)

03. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ,, dating dante would include. . . ⋆˚࿔ / ⭑.ᐟ / ⌗ — 𝐝. 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 (headcanons)

「 彼は指についた私の血を舐めた。彼は私を愛している、と私は思った。彼は完全に、そして徹底的に私を愛している。」

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑

𝜗𝜚 hi! i honestly just wanted to add this part for fun and to make the post longer because it looks more pleasing, i think… kinda. not really. i just personally enjoy learning abt other authors, so yeah!

my name is angeline, i go by angel or mylk because of my user ૮ . . ྀིა⁩

i like nu metal, flowers, drawing, painting, and playing gacha games (gambling hooray!) i also like comic books, and snow leopard prints!

i hate hate hate school, even though i’m close to graduating. and by close i mean a day after i made this post. send help life goes by so fast i’m scared omg.

continuing! i like to think (heavy on ‘think’ cs sometimes i get easily distracted, like girl. . .) i’m a good person to talk to. if you ever want to reach out anonymously or not i’m here schnukimunki (´꒳`) !!

anyway, i really i hope you enjoy my works ૮ ྀི › ̷ ̷ ̷ ‹ ྀིა any criticism and requests are welcomed! have a blessed day!

[fleuryns]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ THE ENHYPEN MEMBERS AS YOUR GAMER BOYFRIEND

엔하이픈 & f!r . . 740 headcanons ꪆৎ skinship kissing fluff established relationship — ARCHiVE

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

you're scrolling through your socials on his bed, while he is at his desk, playing yet another game with his friends. growing bored, you turn off the phone and just stare at him sleepily. after a while, he slightly turns towards you and removes his headphones. “everything okay, baby?” he checks on you, voice soft. you shake your head, pouting a bit “are you done playing? i want cuddles…” he chuckles, then quickly bids farewell to the other guys and finally closes his computer. “is this what you wanted?” he murmurs, plopping down beside you on the bed, immediately pulling you into a soft kiss.

𝐉𝐀𝐘

“i'll make some snacks, you can try if you want” says jay, pointing at the screen and handing you the controller. before you can respond he has disappeared into the kitchen. you stare at the screen nervously then, tentatively, you take over trying to mimic what you’ve seen him do, hoping for the best. it doesn’t really go well and you accidentally destroy part of his progress. when he returns, you admit what happened, an ashamed tone in your voice. but he just laughs, bending a bit to kiss your temple. “it’s okay, baby, did you have fun?” he sits down, pulling you into a hug.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

sitting on his lap, you clutch the controller nervously. “okay, so how do i move?” you ask, staring at all the different buttons. he chuckles softly, his hand moving over yours to guide your fingers. “like this” he says patiently, explaining to you what every button does. he talks you through the basics, his voice remaining calm even when you fumble. “you’re doing great” he reassures, giving you an encouraging squeeze of your arms. when you manage to complete a small task in the game without his help, he cheers dramatically, making you laugh. “you're a natural!” he exclaims, pressing an affectionate kiss to your head.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

you're sitting on his lap, the controller in hand and his arms wrapped around your waist. you got curious about what he was doing, but you're regretting approaching him now that he made you play this scary video game. you hold your breath, staring at the screen with wide eyes, expecting the jumpscare at any moment now. when it comes, you jump in surprise anyway and let out a little scream. sunghoon laughs at your reaction, but still pulls you into a protective hug and kisses your temple. he takes the controller back from you and quickly finishes the level, whispering sweet reassurances to you in the meantime.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

one lazy afternoon, you open the game you and sunoo are playing together lately. he tried to innocently suggest that you play with him, but you know it's because he wants to spend more time with you, even when you're not together. upon entering the game, you’re surprised to see an in-game message he’s written: “i love you so much, yn!” your heart melts as you stare at the screen, smiling at the silly yet sweet gesture. “took you long enough ” he teases, as you mention it the next time you hang out. you tug him down for a kiss, smiling from ear to ear.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

you're curled up on the couch with a book when he suddenly calls your name. before you can answer, he’s standing in front of you, holding out his phone with an excited grin. “baby, look at this!” he says, sitting down beside you. he starts explaining his latest creation in the game: a carefully designed house or a crazy high score, his voice full of pride. you listen intently, nodding along even if you don’t really understand. “that's very cool” you say, smiling at him. he laughs, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “i just wanted to show you” he says, going back to his game.

𝐍𝐈-𝐊𝐈

riki leans back on the couch cushions, controller in hand, while you curl up against him, your head resting lazily on his chest. his arms are free enough to play, but he keeps one wrapped around you in a protective embrace. you can hear the faint clicking of buttons and his heart beats loudly in his chest, but you close your eyes and relax against him. “you okay there?” he asks softly, glancing down at you with a small smile. you hum in content, nuzzling even more to him. he kisses the top of your head, murmuring “good” before shifting his focus back to the screen.

net tag: @kflixnet