#girl you hate everyone and your favourite hobby is trying to get other girls to cry get over yourself

[nexus-nebulae]

i do not like the nurse in terraria

[theconstantsidekick]

heyyyy...how are you doing.????

I was just wondering that if you have the idea of writing one shots for static verse , could you.. maybe write something where static takes Bucky as her date to her Harvard reunion...

may be when she was studying , everyone used to be so jealous of her cuz she is basically a sassy smartass...but now in the reunion they are acting so nice because she is a lawyer/avenger.. Definitely faking niceness...

and Jamie boy being too proud of his girl...

The Class of '92 | b.b

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Fluffy with a chance of angst.

Summary: Y/n goes to the Harvard Reunion to reap the benefits of the alumni fees she's been giving out for the last three and a half decades.

(This takes place after the events of Static: Get, Set, Glitch. However, it can be read as a stand-alone piece. But it’s fun. I promise.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Recreational Drug Use, Mentions of Sex, Minors DNI, 18+ Only.

a/n: I think I strayed a little away from the original premise? I'm sorry?

Bucky Barnes, The Boyfriend (other one-shots) | The Falcon, The Winter Soldier and Static | Static: Get, Set, Glitch | Static Verse Masterlist

If she were being completely honest, she never entertained the idea of going to her class reunions. The whole ‘being-half-alien-aging-like-a-nebula-and-looking-the-same-for-years-on-end’ thing kinda took the wind out of her sails whenever she even thought about accepting the invite.

But that was then. 

Now people know who she is, what she is. No more reasons to hide, no Ross on her ass trying to hunt her down for the Accords, no giant purple grape looking alien knocking at the door threatening to burn the world down, no younger brother constantly being confused as her older brother.

Fuck. She’ll never get used to that.

The moment the invitation popped up on her laptop screen, her first reaction was to call Tony.

“You’ve got Tony Stark. I’m probably busy saving the world or curing a hangover. You can leave a message at the beep but I only get back to people if they’re hot. F.R.I.D.A.Y. will delete your message if you’re not. You’ve been warned.” The pre-recorded voice-message cut off with a beep.

Exhaling harshly, she spoke softly, “I was calling to ask you if you wanted to go to my reunion with me. Free booze, snobby assholes, jealous losers who hate me for being smarter, and did I mention the free booze? Totally your scene.” She fidgeted with the folder on her desk, nervous about a voicemail. “But you’re busy… being a dead dick so… So I guess I’ll just skip it this year as well.”

Life had other plans, though.

Well, her beloved boyfriend James Bucky Barnes did.

“I can go with you?” He offered. 

“What?” she asked him, confused.

“To the reunion,” he answered easily, his eyes still fixed on the omelet he was making for her. “I can go with you. Can’t guarantee I’ll be as fun company as your brother, but I can show you a good time. Pull out all the stops, be the trophy husband of a lifetime.” He smiled at her then. “Only if you want to, though.”

And now here they were. 

“This was a bad idea,” she comments, sipping on her drink.

“Why?” Bucky asks her, more confident than her—which don’t get her wrong was hot as fuck, but very unlike them.

“They’re all… they’re all—”

“Old?” Bucky finished with an amused smile. 

She couldn’t help the smile that slipped out.

He looks good, comfortable and sen-fucking-sational. He’s wearing a black tux with a white shirt and black bowtie. She’d been a little too busy trying to decide what to wear to have noticed him changing into the outfit. Eventually, having finalized on a white twill suit and a blood red silk shirt with a matching tie, she stepped out of her room. And he was a fucking vision.

Looking at him might just be her favourite hobby. She could pursue that shit as a vocation.

“That happens sometimes.” Bucky tells her. “People do get old, you know?”

She looks around at the crowd. They’re at the prime location for people watching, standing at the bar, far in the corner of the vast room. The lights are dim, only sprinkles of yellow scattered around the venue, the rest is overshadowed by a sea of ocean blue. So, she takes the moment, the isolation and takes a while to soak in his words. 

‘People do get old.’

“Yeah… yeah. I know,” she responds solemnly.

He takes a moment too, not to look at the crowd. Bucky seldom looks at anything with interest apart from her. He does the same now, he looks at her, studying the expression on her face. With his assessment done, he says, “I’ve never seen you nervous before.”

“I’m not nervous,” Y/n bites back, scolding him with absolutely no heat whatsoever.

“I’ve never seen you anxious before,” he amends.

Rolling her eyes, “I’m not anxious.”

“Scared?”

She has to look at him then. Brows furrowed, she frowns. 

Bucky throws up his hands instantly, admitting his mistake with an adorable smile.

“I used to steal Bruce’s homemade tacos before he learned to control the Hulk,” she smiles too. “I’m not afraid of anything.”

He takes a step closer to her, his words are softer when he speaks but bold enough for her to hear with ease. Gently placing his hand on the small of her back, he asks, “Then what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I wasn’t exactly… well, let’s just say there’s a reason I avoided going to class when I was in college,” she answers. Bucky’s face scrunches up at the insinuation.

But before he can enquire about it any further, before she can warn him, a voice cuts in.

“That was because you used to be a facetious little know-it-all,” the man comments. “You didn’t need the classes anyway.” He smiles, and there is no warmth in it.

Bucky must notice because his arm tightens just a little around her.

This was bound to happen sooner or later. She decides to roll with the punches. She knew what she was getting into when she came here.

“Charles Walton,” she greets him with a smile, just as dead as his. “Been a long time.”

“I’d say the same, but you look exactly the same as you did back then—not a hair out of place. I’m not sure time even passed,” he jokes, or well he tries.

“What can I say? It’s the price of being an Avenger,” she bites back.

He laughs, a hollow thing. “Hey, Milkovich!” He yells out over her head. “Guess who showed up!”

Well, fuck.

That one shout is enough to draw the attention of the entire class of 92. Cause almost instantly there’s a crowd gathered around Bucky and her. There’s chuckles and whispers among them—some are bewildered at her presence while others seem itching to make this a battlefield. 

“Ah, the famous Avenger,” a female voice chimes in. “You're famous around these parts, you know?” She takes a couple steps closer to them. Assessing her from head to toe, “Not just for being an Avenger, but being so elusive that you didn’t show up for a single reunion… But at least now we know why.”

“Nice to see you too, Seline,” Y/n tells her, calm and centered.

“Shit, Stark!” Mickey Milkovitch balks. “You look the fucking same!” 

And fine, she can take it from Milkovich. The guy was always crass but never rude. He just lacked a fucking filter.

So the smile that she smiles is open and kind. “Thanks, Mick. I could say the same about you.” She’s not lying. The guy looks pretty good for his age… and for the copious amount of alcohol she remembers him consuming during every party and every lecture.

“Not as good as you, holy shit! You really don’t age, do you?” He asks and it’s genuine so again, he gets a pass.

Nodding, “Not enough. My telomeres don’t work right, I think. Rest of me is human… mostly.”

And Mickey seems to take a lot of pleasure in her answer—smiling, he holds up his glass to cheers. She meets him with her own glass.

“Can’t lie, it’s a surprise to see you here,” another woman speaks up. “We thought we’d seen the last of you at the graduation.” 

“Sorry to disappoint you, Candace. I saw the invite and I just couldn’t help myself,” Y/n bites back.

“Didn’t have time for us before?” Candace Huston asks.

“Ah.” Y/n never really liked these snobby prep school kids. Even after all these years, they’ve somehow managed to not change at all. She doesn’t know why she expected them to. “I was a little caught up.”

“Saving the world?” Archer Bass suggests, mocking.

“Yes,” Bucky cuts in before she can form some modest version of that answer. She can always count on him to stump the opposition while she reloads. “That’s the day job. Doesn’t pay as well as whatever it is you guys have been doing. And oh! Odd hours, really odd. But it’s good work, wouldn’t you say, sweetheart?”

She smiles, finding comfort in the warmth of his gaze. “Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been a Personal Injury Lawyer.” Bucky smiles at that and fuck if that doesn’t just rile her up. “Oh! I almost forgot, this is my boyfriend—”

She’s cut off by Charles ‘Chickenshit’ Walton, “The Winter Soldier. We know who he is.”

“At least he’s a looker,” Seline snickers. “I’ll give you that.”

“The two of you make a great couple—The Winter Soldier and Static, ex assassin and ex assassin,” Candace adds with a snide smile. There’s more catty bullshit like that from the rest of the crowd but she kinda zones out.

And fuck it all to hell.

Her entire college life was avoiding these fools.

All her life she’d watched shows about the shitshow that is high school. She hadn’t attended it, of course but Harvard was supposed to be her first try. It was supposed to be her playing her hand at being utterly and completely normal, one with the crowd. College wasn’t supposed to be as brutal as highschool but not as uncaring as a desk job. It was supposed to be an easy middle between the two. Part of her was excited even. But the reality wasn’t all that movies made it out to be.

They were snobs, the fucking lot of them. Always looking at every tiny little detail, studying it a microscope, planning and scheming to find a chink in her armour just to break her down. She didn’t understand why then. Why they didn’t like her, why she was the outsider. Because despite everything she wasn’t exactly that different from them, not to their knowledge at least. Howie was fucking loaded, ipso facto she was too. None of them knew her past but everytime they looked at her their eyes were always hungry, always searching for some weakness.

She gets it now.

It wasn’t hunger. It wasn’t some twisted version of distrust.

It was straight up jealousy.

They were jealous of her.

They were jealous of her back then and if possible they are even more jealous of her now.

Y/n just laughs. She can’t help it, okay? It’s hilarious.

She really, genuinely believed at one point in her life that these fucking dipshits would figure out her secret, when all they were looking for was a way to top the class. These are some of the smartest individuals she’s come across—graduates of Harvard Law. Fuck! They were just kids fighting for brownie points when she was fighting for her freedom. God fucking damn it, she’s been so damn dumb. 

So she laughs.

Bucky looks at her for a second, raises his brow in concern. She waves her hand at him, letting him know she’s fine. It’s just funny.

“Something funny, Stark?” Archer asks, wearing a smile on his face that contradicts his tone which is just a little too shrill to be considered calm.

She shakes her head but continues chuckling.

“Don’t wanna share it with the rest of the class?” Charles bites. “Guess some things just don’t change.”

Y/n laughs a little harder. “My god, Charlie. You sure I’m the only one not aging here? Cause you sound like a sullen teenager.” She waves off his response before he can even form one. “Anyway, as I was saying, this is my boyfriend, Sergeant James Buchanon Barnes.” She drops a kiss on his cheek. “You can call him Sergeant Barnes… Well, except Milkovich. He’s just Barnes to you, Mick.”

Mickey seems pleased with her words, “Nice to meet you, Barnes.” He extends his hand to Bucky who takes it without hesitation. “Always thought your arm was really cool.” 

That one throws Bucky a little. He looks back at her, eyes big and a sneaky curve of his lip. It screams, ‘Where the fuck did you find this guy?’ But like she said, no filter on that one. 

“Why does Milkovitch get special treatment?” Seline rebukes her.

Y/n just shrugs. “Cause he wasn’t a dick to me in college?” Isn’t it obvious?

“Excuse me?” Candace exclaims like the hit was personal. “We were never anything but generous, which was more than what you deserved considering the shit you pulled.”

“One, that is wildly inaccurate. You were all dicks, all of you. But I don’t think I blame you for it, pompous kids do what pompous kids see. And two, what shit did I pull?” She waves at the bartender asking for a refill.

“You are seriously going to pretend you don’t know?” Archer throws back.

Taking the last sip from her drink she sets the now empty glass down on the nearest table. “Yes, enlighten me.”

“You were sleeping with Professor Keating to get the answers to all the tests,” Charles answers, disdain clear on his face.

“I—” She looks from his face to Bucky's, who feigns shock before breaking into a smile.

Charles cuts her off. “You hid it well enough but everyone knew you spent most of the free time between classes in his office. You scored well in every single one of his tests, which were impossible to crack and he was always so very eager to call on you in class.” He scoffs. “We were never able to find any concrete evidence to pin you down, we’ll give you that. But that doesn’t mean we were naive enough not to see it.”

“I—” She begins laughing again. “Professor Keating.” Fuck.

“What’s so fucking funny, Stark?” Archer pushes her. Well, he tries but before he can grab the collar he was reaching for, Bucky’s metal arm is already pulling him off.

“Easy there, cowboy,” Bucky warns.

“Get your hands off me!” Archer tries to brush Bucky off, pushing him back, trying desperately to get out of his grip, but come on. It’s Bucky. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 

“Saving you the ass beating of a lifetime, buddy boy. Be glad it’s me and not her,” Bucky comments causally as he twists Archer’s arm behind his back.

“It’s fine, Sunshine. Let him go,” she coos at him sweetly.

And because he’s Bucky, he urges Archer to take a few steps away from her and then simply lets him go.

“Are you still mentally unstable?! How dare you touch me? I’m gonna sue your Nazi ass for that!” Archer warns. 

“I mean, you can try. But he’s got a great lawyer,” Y/n tells him, grabbing her new drink from the waiter. She takes a sip. “Got him pardoned for countless assassinations. You think assault is where I lose that battle?” The blood drains from Archer’s face, all the color is gone. “And as for the Professor Keating matter,” she giggles again, before forcing herself to compose. “He was ex-KGB. I used to hang out with him after class to find out if he knew the updated location of HYDRA bases.”

“Ex-KGB?” Seline asks, just as pale as Archer.

“You expect us to buy that bullshit story? His name was Arthur Keating for Christ’s Sake!” Candace shouts.

“Which he changed when he asked for political asylum here. His real name was Boris Levitsky. His family was murdered by HYDRA when he couldn’t free some official high in their ranks. After that he was fairly willing to spill all about them,” Y/n explains.

“To a college student?” Charles question, clearly not buying it.

“To an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. operative,” she corrects.

“You were an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. operative back then?” Bucky asks her, reclaiming his position next to her with a steady arm around her waist.

“No,” she tells him. “But he didn’t know that.”

Bucky’s face breaks into a proud smile. The sprinkles of yellow around the venue seem to be attracted to her sun. They fall softly on his face, lighting up the curve of his cheekbones, the smile lines around his lips. He seems so much more comfortable in his skin than he used to before. And he shines brighter, if that was even possible. She thinks maybe she’ll have to carry sunglasses around from now on.

“How the fuck did you score so well then?” Seline question, furious at the revelation.

“Did you guys ever think maybe she’s just that fucking smart?” Bucky throws out, kissing her forehead. “My sweetheart’s a fucking genius!” He leans in closer. “A lesser man would be very intimidated by that, you know?”

He’s so close, she can taste his scent on the tip of her tongue. The smell of summer in the woods, and remnants of leather. It drives her insane.

“A lesser man, huh?” She teases. “You’re not intimidated by it then?”

“Oh I am,” he tells her. “Just not very intimidated.”

God, he’s so fucking beautiful.

“Hey! Lovebirds! We’re not done here,” Charles jumps in. 

Rolling her eyes and reluctantly turning back to face the asshat, she asks, “What do you want?”

“Winter Soldier here might think you’re all that, but I know better.” He looks like he’s about to spontaneously combust into flames purely out of anger. “You’re not that smart. Unlike you, some of us worked hard to get where we are. We didn’t rely on fake daddy’s money to make something of ourselves.”

Now that’s just stupid. “Charlie… Come on, man. Howard Stark was not my father, he was my best friend, I just needed a cover. And his money got me nowhere. And, and! The fucker went and got killed before I even graduated.” Bucky’s head falls at the mention, but her time at college was too closely knit to his passing for her to not mention it. “But even after all that if you think I got in because he bribed the board—I didn’t fucking graduate Summa Cum Laude by kicking my feet and batting my eyelashes. I barely came to college to even do that with perfect follow through. That was my dropping-acid-and-doing-fireball-shots phase. I’m surprised to be alive, honestly.” She takes a step towards him. “Maybe in retrospect it seems like everything was handed to me on a silver platter now that my life seems so glorious on the outside, but that wasn’t the case, dude. Part of me wanted to be a lawyer so I could fight for my freedom if the time ever came.”

“Freedom from what, Stark?!” He yells out. “Your life is fucking perfect! You’re an Avengers, governments step aside to make way for you. You’ve got a super hot boyfriend who can clearly throw a punch, what more could you possibly want?” 

Tony.

I want my brother back.

The answer is right there, on the tip of her tongue. But they don’t need to know it. They don’t really deserve it. Not their fault—most people don’t. 

So, instead she steps back, clasps her hands into Bucky’s. “Nothing, actually. You’re right. I couldn’t ask for more.” Someone in the back catches her eye then. “Lighten up, Charlie.” She looks around at the rest of them. “You’re supposed to be the brightest minds of the nation, not petty fucking 6th graders. Lighten the fuck up, kids. I assure you there are worse things to be than fucking Harvard graduates.” She pulls Bucky by the hand and this hunk of a man follows along without an ounce of hesitation, as always. She yells out without turning “I’d say it was nice to see you guys, but it really fucking wasn’t.” But then her steps halt. She turns, “All except you, Milkovitch. It really was nice to see you again. Call me sometime, we should catch up.”

“I don’t have your number,” Mickey replies innocently.

She smiles. “Fine then, I’ll call you.”

“You don’t have my number.”

Her smile just turns mischievous.

Mickey picks up instantly. “Of course,” he says, a little embarrassed. “World class spy—I forgot.”

Hugging the man quickly, she turns and grabs Bucky by the hand again and begins walking off.

“This was amazing! Let’s do this again next year,” Bucky yells out, waving at the gaping faces they’ve left behind.

“Shut up, James.” She hushes him without heat.

“Where you taking me, sweetheart?” He asks, but there is no real curiosity in his question.

So she says as much. “You don’t really seem that curious about it.”

“I’m asking for the fuck of it—to hear you talk. I love hearing you talk.”

“Sap.” She’s smiling.

“I’ll follow you anywhere, don’t care where you take me,” he promises. 

They’ve stopped walking, her target is in her eyesight so she’s all too worried. So she takes the moment to drink him in.

“FUCKING SAP,” she chides, pushing him a little.

Bucky (pretends to) stumble. “Only for you. Always for you,” he tells her, honest and true. He covers the distance between them with a few short steps. His hand comes to caress her jaw, gently—always so gently. He leans in. His lips brush against her as he speaks, “Till the end of my days, sweetheart.”

“Till the end of mine,” she corrects him and then closes the gap.

The best thing about kissing Bucky is that it always feels like the first time. No matter however many times she kisses this boy, every time it feels overwhelmingly new. It feels like her mind is melting, like she’s turning to mush under his hands—one flesh, the other metal. He always knows how to give her exactly what he craves, maybe because she mostly just craves him.

With one hand on her cheek, the other on the small of her back, Bucky pulls her in closer. His tongue tastes of whiskey, but his lips are all him. They are delectable enough to eat. It takes everything in her not to bite down too hard. But she can’t resist the urge to pull his lip between her teeth, biting just hard enough to leave them red. He kindly obliges by slipping his tongue into the mix. He’s so hungry for her, he’s always so fucking hungry for her.

Absent-mindedly she thinks maybe he feels it too. The inexplicable newness in the repeated action of kissing each other. Because hunger like that—hunger like his, seems insatiable. She would give away all of herself to it. Let him consume her whole. She will do just that… Just not here, not now.

Reluctantly, with great strength and determination, she pulls herself away. 

Bucky, this fucker, whimpers. “What?” He whines.

She can’t help but chuckle. “I need to one thing then we can just get the fuck out of here and do more of that—a lot more of that.”

He pretends to think for a second but she already knows she’s won him over. “Fine,” he says after a beat. “What do you need?”

“An answer,” she tells him, before fixing herself a bit and walking over to the woman who’d caught her eye before. 

She’s a tall woman, short black hair—a pixie cut that she pulls off flawlessly. She’s standing alone, smoking in the open area of the venue, looking out at the scene ahead of them.

Y/n approaches her cautiously. “Jeri Hogarth,” she calls out, making the woman turn. “You’re a hard woman to reach.”

“Y/f/n Stark.” Jeri doesn’t even turn to look at her. She keeps on staring straight ahead, smoking. “Did you ever consider, maybe I didn’t want to be reached?”

Y/n lets go of Bucky’s hand, but not before giving it a gentle press as a promise to come back soon. She walks up next to Jeri. “I did consider that possibility, but couldn’t bring myself to care about it, unfortunately.”

And then, finally Jeri turns to look at her, “What do you need for me? I mean it must be something big if you decided to show up here.”

Y/n shrugs. “It’s not big, I wouldn't say. I think it’s more that it’s… urgent?” That seems to intrigue Jeri, she cocks her brow in question. And Y/n answers, “I need to speak with Danny Rand.”

That seems to throw Jeri off. “I—I don’t know where he is. Besides, if you want his business—”

“It’s not about Rand Enterprises, Hogarth.” She clicks her tongue in disappointment. Nothing that fucking arbitrary would bring her here. “I want to talk to Danny’s friend. I want to talk to the Iron Fist.”

“I don’t—” Jeri looks like she’s at a loss for words which, yeah, a fairly new look on her. Y/n had very rarely seen Jeryn Hogarth lose her calm in class. They shared a lot of them, and while she wasn’t exactly kind to Y/n, she wasn’t unkind either.

“I know that you know, Jeri. I also know about Jessica Jones and… Kilgrave.” Y/n doesn’t want to be unkind to her either. “I am sorry about what happened…” Jeri just looks away. “I wouldn’t ask you if it was important, and I wouldn't be looking for Danny if it wasn’t urgent. But I need to talk to him.”

“And you think I can help?” Jeri challenges, finally finding her ground.

But Y/n isn’t here for a fight. “I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t know you could.”

“Why should I?”

“I don’t have a very good reason for that. I don’t think I have anything of value to you that I could even barter with? But I’ll owe you one,” Y/n offers.

“You’ll owe me one?” She asks, unconvinced.

Y/n shrugs. “Yes.”

“And that’s supposed to be good enough?”

For the second time tonight, Y/n just wears a mischievous smile with furrowed brows. 

Jeri seems to understand her without any words being spoken. “Yeah. That’s good enough.” She nods. “Okay, I can try to get a message to him, but there is no guarantee that he’ll respond.”

“He’ll respond,” Y/n answers easily.

Jeri eyes her suspiciously. “So, what’s the message?”

“Just tell him we need to talk,” Y/n answers.

“That’s all?”

“What else am I supposed to fucking say? The peacock rests peacefully in the moonlight?! This isn’t Mission Impossible. I’m not Tom Cruise. I just wanna talk to the dude,” Y/n rebukes.

“Fine,” Jeri tries to calm her down half-heartedly, turning back to the view ahead of her.

“Thanks, Hogarth,” Y/n says one last time before heading out.

Jeri takes out a fresh cigarette and lights it. “Just remember you owe me one.”

With that out of the way, Bucky and Y/n leave the reunion of the class of '92, hand in hand. It’s much later when they’re out for ice cream does Bucky ask the question she had been anticipating the entire night.

“Something was off tonight—before the whole sleeping with the teacher thing.” 

She chuckles at his words. “Was there?” She asks.

“Yeah,” he doesn’t let her dodge it. “You wanna talk about it?” He does give her the option to opt out. He’s so considerate, how can she deny him anything?

They are sitting on the curb outside the 24 hour ice cream shop. They are bathed in the harsh light from the streetlight. Bucky, she thinks, somehow manages to still look pretty in that. He has a chocolate ice-cream cone in his hand that’s melting away at a matching speed to the vanilla cone in hers. They’d spent a little too long lost in each other’s mouths to focus on the ice-cream in a timely fashion. Both of them are now trying to furiously make up for that.

It takes her a moment to find the words. “I… It’s hard looking around at the room and seeing so many people who are… who are…”

“Old?” Bucky supplies again.

She shakes her head, laughing and trying to lick the ice cream off the cone—save it from falling. “No, Jamie. Not that.”

“Then?” He prompts, leaning to lick the leftover ice cream off her fingers.

Taking in a long breath, she musters up her courage and begins. “Tony’s the same age as Milkovitch. Or well, Tony would have been.” Bucky’s eyes turn softer in an instant. “It’s weird to see it—people who used to be young, who used to look like me, a crowd that I could have blended into seamlessly become old and gray. I mean, I lived it with Tony but I was there to see it day in and day out. He aged in front of my eyes, so it felt—it felt…”

“Natural?” Bucky offers.

And yeah. Yeah, it did. So, she nods. “Natural,” she agrees. “I remember when I noticed his first gray hair,” she laughs. “I freaked the fuck out but I didn’t want to tell him, cause that seemed fucking shallow, you know? I tried to hide it but man, I don’t think I was doing a good job ‘cause two days later the poor kid had dyed it black—that one single strand.” Bucky laughs too. “I think he figured out why it was freaking me out and that was his way of—I don’t know—calm me down, maybe?” She clicks her tongue at the thought. “The wrinkles were an easy adjustment. It began with smile lines, crinkles around his eyes every time he’d laugh at a joke, so it was…”

“Comforting?” Bucky suggests, once again giving her the words she can’t seem to find.

She rests her head on his shoulder then, “Yes. It was okay after that—especially after Pepper. Watching him age began feeling like a privilege. It felt like he was growing old instead of, you know, dying?”

Bucky nods. “Are you worried about that now? With me?” She punches him in the side. “FUCK! What was that for?”

She pulls back to face him, “I am not thinking about that shit yet!”

“Oh I’m sorry!” Bucky yells out annoyed and animated. “I was just drawing the LOGICAL conclusion to the conversation, but of course, that was stupid.”

“You’re such a little shit, James,” she rebukes him, shoving him and getting back on her feet.

“I’m a shit?! What did I do?!” He gets up as well. “We keep making grand promises about how we’ll love each other to the end of your days because you’ll obviously live longer.”

“BUCKY, DON’T SAY THAT!” She begins walking towards their motorbike parked in the parking lot.

He follows behind, “It’s not breaking news, Y/n! It’s inevitable.”

“Bucky!”

“But I have a plan!”

That makes her halt. She turns to face him, he almost runs into her. “What’s the plan?”

He smiles all cheeky and insolent. “Freeze me for a decade once in a while.” She can’t believe her ears.”Put me in the fridge every ten years or so for a decade and then pull me out. I’m also open to being in the freezer for a year with a two year gap in the middle as well.” She wants to punch him again. “I haven’t done the math on which will make me live longer but both will definitely extend my lifespan significantly.” She is going to punch him again. “I age a little slower anyway, this was I think we could extend this relationship into the next millennium at leas—” She punches him again. “FUCK! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ONE FOR NOW?” 

Turning around, she begins walking off again. “You’re not ice-cream, Jamie. I’m not fucking freezing you!” She cans the ice-cream in her hand, having lost her appetite.

He follows her again. “I have another plan!”

“Shut up, Barnes!”

“What if we ask Banner to make me body like you guys did for Vision?! Put my consciousness in there?” Bucky asks as they reach their motorbike.

She pulls out the keys, handing them off to Bucky. “What made him capable of emotions was the Mind Stone, you got any spare of those lying around?”

Bucky hops on the bike and then thinks for a second, “Steve told me you guys put Zola in a big computer kinda thing.” She gets on behind him. “What if we did that? I know our sex life might suffer but—”

She punches him right under his ribs..

“STOP FUCKING PUNCHING ME! These ideas are golden.”

She punches him again.

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[razzmothazz]

i think its so funny when youre on the wrong side of the pjsk fandom before you get into it because you will see people talking about rui like hes trying to kill tsukasa and is literally making saw traps just to put that guy in them like a lab rat and is just absolutely evil and manipulative and then you actually read the stories and rui is just such a kind and caring guy that when tsukasa did get hurt by his machines [ON ACCIDENT] he straight up went welp. guess im never doing anything dangerous ever again and im a failure as a director and only got over it when tsukasa started screaming at him that he likes his crazy ideas and if he didnt want to do them he simply wouldnt. or when rui got hurt when tsukasa couldnt test the thing out and his thought was just "well im glad it wasnt tsukasa that got hurt :] it would really mess up the show if our star✩ was the injured one"

or you will see people talking about ena like shes the worst person ever and is just mean to everyone for fun and hates everyone with her whole being. and again. you read the stories and shes just a girl that struggles with her emotions. shes trying her best but she just never learned how to control her emotions and how to deal with them because she lives in a home where everyone feels somewhat hostile towards her, especially her father who she feels only wants to aggravate her on purpose because he never clearly communicates with her. you can see she is very kind and caring as well, especially visible with how she treats mizuki and their secret. yes shes mean at first but shes clearly trying to work on her issues and do better. her relationship with akito is very complicated but she clearly cares about him too, which is shown in the childhood flashback where she tells him that he should find something to do that he loves and stick to it, she encouraged him to not give up so easily on something if it feels right and he lives by those words to this day.

and akito is portrayed as an asshole, especially to ena, but he also clearly cares about her. hes not good at stating it but he clearly shows it with my favourite example being when ena was having something of a breakdown and was trashing her art supplies. akito walked in, agitated at the noise but as soon as he saw what she was doing he was clearly worried. he didnt want her giving up on her passion, just like ena didnt want him to give up on his. of course, ena in the emotional state she was in didnt listen, but akito knows her. his "you will regret this" mightve been taken as mean and something he said just to be annoying but it wasnt. he said that because he knows his sister and how much she wants to create, and she would definetly regret getting rid of all that stuff. he tried his best to calm her down in some way, to talk to her, to give her some time to think about this and if this is really something she wants to do or if her emotions are getting the best of her again.

i think about that moment at least 5 times a day because its such a nothing scene but it actually shows so much to me, as someone who was both ena and akito in similar situations. sorry i care a lot about the shinonome siblings they mean the world to me

tldr: rui isnt a manipulative ass he just has a hobby, ena isnt a bitch she just doesnt know how to deal with emotions properly and has trouble understanding how others feel, and akito isnt a shitling of a brother he actually tries his best

[doomwadz]

“send this to everyone you know. the more you know me the better.

Full name: Eric Harris

Nicknames: REB, reverend, indigo, WAR

Birthplace: Wichita, KS

Birthday: 4/9/81

Where Do You Live Now?: hell. a few days ago people called it littleton.

Parents: Wayne and Kathy

Sibling(s): Kevin

Looks: 5’10” 140. skinny but handsome, some say

Favourite Animal: Dogs, bald eagles

Favourite show(s): i hate TV

Favourite Kind(s) Of Music: industrial

Favourite Movie(s): Lots Highway (i think he meant Lost Highway)

School former: Columbine High School

Future School: none

Future Job: none

Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Nope

Best buds: the 4 horsemen. me (war), vodka (death), REDACTED (famine), REDACTED (pestilence)

Favourite Candy: slim jims

Hobbies: doom, guns

Things you collect: fireworks, gunpowder

Do You Have A Personal Phone Line?: its the computer line too.

Favourite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex.? Legs.

Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: None yet.

Piercing(s) And Where?: hell no.

What Do You Sleep In?: Boxers.

Do you like Chain Letters: burn em.

Best Advice: Follow instincts.

Favourite Quote: kill em all. lets rock. BUCK DICH.

non-sporty activity you enjoy: Computer, shooting.

Dream Car: hummer (ew)

Favourite Thing To Do In The Spring: shoot stuff, blow up stuff

What’s Your Bedtime?: Whenever.

Where Do You Shop?: try not too. army surplus or hot topics. even though its a trendy little place.

Coke or Pepsi: Coke

Favourite Thing(s) To Wear: black stuff and sunglasses.

Favourite Subjects In School?: Bowling

Favourite Colour(s): black

Favourite People To Talk To Online: REDACTED in CSU

Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper: toss em both.

Do You Shave? wheni feel like it

Favourite Vacation Spot(s): mountains

Favourite Family Member(s): bro.

Did You Eat Paint Chips As A Kid?: No

Favourite CD You Own: a custom burn of gothic industrial

The ONE Person You Hate The Most: are cops one person?

Favourite Food(s): salsa sunflower and slim jims

Who Is The Hottest Guy/Girl In The World? REDACTED something. a few others.

What Is Your Favourite Salad Dressing?: ranch

When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes?: burned.

Do You Believe In Aliens?: i believe your probbed ass i do

If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What Would You Do?: blow up things.

Things You Obsess Over: guns bombs doom

Favourite Day Of The Week: Friday

A Teacher You Hate: REDACTED

Favourite Disney Movie: burn em all

What Is Your Favourite Season? Summer

What Toppings Do You Like On Your Pizza? pepperonis and green peps

Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In District Food):

If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live?: phobos

Favourite Thing(s) To Do On The Weekends: bowl and get stoned

Favourite Thing(s) To Clean Up: eh?

Favourite Magazine(s): guns and ammo, penthouse, time.

Favourite Flower(s): this chinese one i saw.

Favourite Number(s): 7, 666

Favourite Ice Cream Flavour(s): cooke dough!!!

What Kind Of Guys/Girls Your Attracted Too?: sexy and fun ones.

(theres no 67-)

Whats Your Most Embrassing Moment?: getting arrested

If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself, What Would It Be?: weight

Do You Eat Breakfast First And Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush Your Teeth Then Eat Breakfast: i eat breakfast and then brush my teeth.

Favourite Time Of The Day: 2am.

Can A Guy And A Girl Be Just “Best Friends?”: i guess.

Do You Ask The Guy/Girl Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: ask em out

Do You Mind Paying For Sex?: depends on who its with, but no not really

Whats The Most Important Thing To Somone’s Personality?: compassion

do you have a cell phone or a pager? hell no

favourite sport: soccer

What Was The Best Gift You Ever Received?: my 86 honda prelude

How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: 5 min

What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: nothing

are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)?: no

dont u just hate how psychics never win the lottery?: would rather rob.

btw forgot to put a title but this is a survey that eric did that i found on reddit somewhere :)

[thestobingirlie]

A few days ago I sent a very ranty ask but I think it got lost and so i was kinda disappointed but also realized I was being a bit of a hater and cannot remember how coherent it was, so it's probably fine it got lost lol. However I was thinking about my little lost hater rant and why I dislike bg ron/ance in steddie fics and not bg steddie in other fics and realized like. Obviously it has to do with my dislike of the ship in general, which means the immense amount of legwork an author has to do for me to feel like Ron//anace actually makes sense for Robin and Steve AND Nancy can only be done in a rn focused fic, which I will not read, because I don't like the ship and even if they say in the tags stobin are bffs it is unlikely that they actually are in the way they deserve to be. (I think it always boils down to people devaluing the relationship stobin have with each other for the sake of a Romo ship, which other ships do but I think rn does it the most or at least the most glaringly)

I also touched on how for some reason sometimes they make Nancy this best friend type person for Steve or Eddie and have her really involved in their relationship or getting together but that's not who she is! I'm not a Nancy hater at all but she doesn't seem interested in the people she saves the world with unless they are saving the world or dating her. She doesn't seem interested in other people's dating lives. And having an ex, even if you ended things amicably (one could easily argue st//cy didn't) smirking about how you are your queer crush in 80's Indiana are so obvious would probably be incredibly uncomfortable. But steddie in like, lu-max or gen fics is just two of their friends dating and maybe a mention of homophobia or how they are kind of an unexpected couple given their archetypes, or how they bicker or something. Obviously they do have to work on their relationship but not to the gymnastic level ooc bending (in my opinion) degree of rn.

i love being a hater. it’s my favourite hobby.

but anyway! yeah, i think it’s interesting that it’s often r//nance that’s the background ship, when it takes a lot for the relationship to work. (obvs the reason this happens is just the way people neglect lesbian couples and prioritise mlm, but still)

like, as the characters are in s4, steddie could be paired off in the background, but i don’t think r//nance could be. (and yeah, no matter what people try to do in a r//nance fic, either stobin gets ignored, or nancy is a completely different character and stancy is a completely different relationship)

a lot of fics prioritise romance over friendship, and i think the reason people notice it more with r//nance fics, is just because of how close stobin are, and so how vastly different the dynamic has to become in fics

but yeah, people try to involve nancy in everyone and it’s like… you are dragging that girl by her ratty hair, she does not want to be friends with these people. i don’t think she hates them! but like you said, unless they’re dating, or actively saving the world, she has no interest in them (sometimes even when they’re dating she doesn’t have much interest lmao).

i could see her getting involved in others relationships, but not out of like, kindness. i think she would just be nosy, and i do not think steve would take that well. and, honestly if anyone made snide comments about how obvious my queer crush was, i would stop talking to that person, let alone if they were my ex.

[wsl-chelsea]

Can some of your australian anons please post the whole interview with Sam somewhere? I just see the part from the tumblr fan page, I can't open the interview from europe somehow. Thank you!

here you go!

Having a relationship at work can be challenging in a lot of ways: work can’t just stay at work, irritations from home come to the office, and then there’s that awkward conversation you need to have with HR. That goes to another level when you play professional sports and are on opposing teams, like Australian soccer captain Sam Kerr and her partner Kristie Mewis, who is a midfielder on the US national soccer team.

Of course, inter team dating is nothing new, especially if you look to international ice hockey teams, where the Canadian and American captains just keep getting married, and the AFLW, from which so many families have sprouted. One concern that people used to have in the past about people on opposing teams dating is that it might make them go easier on each other, but Kerr reckons the opposite is true for her and Mewis.

“When we play each other, we go in harder on each other. It's just so much more fun to go [play] against your friends, and especially her. There was one time in Newcastle we both went in for a dangerous tackle on each other,” Kerr said. “But that's the love of it, right? We can just banter afterwards. To have someone that's going through the same thing is very nice on this journey.”

Surprisingly, another thing Kerr hates is the gym, which isn’t something you’d expect from one of the world’s top athletes. “Oh my god, getting me in the gym is one of life’s hardest challenges. I’m very on-pitch driven.”

Once she’s in the gym, her least favourite exercise is chin ups. “I have a hate/love relationship with chin-ups. I feel like I never get better at them. They’re just the hardest thing in the world. I want to be good at them, but I just can’t, and that’s what drives me crazy about them. They’re just the hardest drill and never get easier.”

One thing you usually hear in the stories about elite athletes is that they were practically born holding a ball and have known they wanted to be the best their whole lives, and never waivered in the face of adversity. One of the things that’s so refreshing about Kerr is that she’s so open about the fact that soccer wasn’t her first love, and it’s not all that she is, which can be inspiring for young women trying to choose their path.

“I was playing football at a high level and I still wasn't sure about what I wanted to do. So, I think my advice is just enjoy the journey. It's okay to have ups and downs. It's okay to not know what your direction is. For young girls now growing up, especially with the stress of social media and all of those things, I think it's just really important to enjoy the process, while always staying true to who you are.”

Her message is that you don’t have to be sure of everything all the time. “What you see of athletes, whether it's the 90 minutes on the field or the social media posts, that's just a glimpse of everyone's life. I always say to people, I'm just a regular person. I have the same issues and problems and life dramas that everyone else has. I have people in my team right now that aren't sure about their journey, and I'm not sure about my journey after football. No one has a clear path in life ever.”

One of Kerr’s favourite hobbies when she’s away from soccer is shopping, mainly for sneakers, bags and clothes. “I just love clothes. I think style is such a cool way to express yourself. At the moment I’m on a shopping ban, because I went a bit crazy in the off season. But I love shopping.”

When we had our chat, she was wearing a bright pink Balenciaga hoodie, which seems to encapsulate her style well. “I think I’m like a relaxed, sporty, tomboy-y, style. Honestly, I don’t have a style, I’ll see things and say ‘I could wear that’, and Kristie will always say to me that I can wear things that no one else could wear, and I kinda like that. I just wear what I wanna wear and I dress for comfort.”

Her other hobby is playing video games like FIFA, a game for which she just made history by becoming the first female global cover star for.

Part of the process of being scanned into the game as a player sounds delightfully weird and has the potential for supreme awkwardness.

“When you know it’s going towards something like FIFA, you just want to be a part of it, and really get into it so the emotions are true to who you are and what you look like. But it can be a little bit awkward. You’re in a room with these people who are watching you do your best scream in this otherwise quiet room, and then make a happy face and an angry face. When you’re putting your head in [the scanner], there are 1000 lights, and most of the girls were there watching too, so it was fun, but not the most comfortable thing to show that many emotions in front of that many people.”

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi, I hope you are doing well!

I wanted to ask you if it is possible to request a matchup? It would be for HSR and Genshin please and thank you.

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pan

Zodiac: Pisces

Apparence: I am a black girl who wears big glasses! My vision is pretty bad so I need them pretty much all the time. My height is 5’4 and I guess I am curvy. As for my hair, my hair is curly and reaches to my shoulders.

Personality: My MBTI is INFP. I am pretty timid and calm when it comes to first meeting but once you get to know me, I can be outgoing. A few people often tell me that I am a rather funny person and make the atmosphere much more fun. However, I think that I can be very direct and frank when they come to me for advice.

Hobbies: I like fanfics! Pretty much in any fandom I am, I go read fanfics about my favourite characters and write. I also like very much simping for them as well. Other than that, I watch a lot of tiktok videos (most likely edits and memes) and play videos games like Overwatch, Zelda, Persona and many more! I do some knitting as well as drawing.

Dislikes: I hate peas. I don’t like mosquitoes either. But for some reasons, they love me. I don’t like when people talk over me nor getting disrespected but I guess this is something that everyone hates it.

But yeah that would be all for me, I think. Thank you again for taking my request! Take your time to take care of yourself too ùwú✨

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

You and Stelle are pretty similar in your interests! I can see you getting along well.

Modern au Stelle absolutely watches TikToks. She'd love to watch with you sometimes, swapping phones to see the others For You page.

I also see Stelle as a fellow fanfic enthusiast. Please give her recommendations and she'll give you some in return. After a while, you both get a good feel for what the other likes to read.

Stelle will also never judge you because of what fanfics you like to read. She's seen her fair share of weird stuff in her time. She's in no position to judge...

Will never talk over you. I see Stelle as someone who isn't super talkative anyway, so she's usually happy to let you do most of the talking.

Loves playing video games with you. If you feel like playing a single player game, she's happy to play her own single player game next to you. But Stelle's also more than happy to play multiplayer or co-op games with you.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Itto are also pretty similar but you have your differences and that makes your relationship even better.

Another one who would spend all of their free time on TikTok in a modern au! Expect to get sent at least four funny videos he's found on there every day.

I don't see Itto as a big reader so he's probably not that into fanfiction but he thinks the concept is cool. He might try to investigate on his own. Poor thing comes across the weird side of fanfics far sooner than he thought he would have...

Has a bad habit of talking over people but only because he gets excited about the topic. He'll do his best to never talk over you; he values what you have to say.

Like Stelle, Itto would love playing video games with you. I see him as someone who would like games like Overwatch.

He'll get the rest of the Arataki Gang in on it as well. You've got a decently sized team behind you now...too bad they're not great players. They'll improve after a while though.

[taeghi]

𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 : part 4 (final)

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PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem bodied!reader

SUMMARY ▸ you figure out your relationships with jake and heeseung.

WORD COUNT ▸ 10,400

GENRE ▸ enemies 2 lovers, angst, SMUT ; protected sex

TAGLIST ▸ @rerequire @mymeloem19 @shadowsofthewild @defxciii @heejaykeluv @nikirikii @enhaluv22 @holybxba yedammi @lhsng @bamchanbin @nalwhare @i-dalso @jaeyunslut @laffatae @skzimaginesmainblog @kimmchijjajang @jays-blue @heesquared @hoon-lvr @hoonlv @axartia @bluesoobinnie  @cyuuupid @eulaenthusiast @lalalalawon @bunhoons @enhasengene @blond4enha @pythonilyn @snowyseungs @soobnism @leviathanlee26 @moonlightgrleric @leefra98  @markleeisdabestdrug @heartkatemiddleton @snowyseungs @slut-4-jake @cloudednines @yizhoutv @missharubear  @gobighee @lizdevorak  @bbakuhoee @esuilinfoster @shiningdery @aiternu @qeen123 @92stargazing @thejjrl @chocolateislife @votingrighthere

minors dni

IF THERE WAS SOMETHING THAT YOU AND LEE HEESEUNG HAD IN COMMON, IT WAS THAT YOU BOTH LIKED TO AVOID CONFRONTATION AT ANY COST.

it’s a characteristic of yours that you’re sure gets on other people's nerves- they could say it is one of your weaknesses- but in cases like this one with heeseung, you’re grateful for it. there is no way in hell you were going to mention the awkward and angry tension between you two. you know it’ll just end up in a big fight and you’ll both say shit you didn’t mean. thankfully, heeseung is thinking the same.

on monday morning, four days after you had yelled at him and slammed the door in his face, you are walking into school side by side, your fingers laced with his. there was no talking between you, besides the small greetings before you turned and started walking towards the school doors. it feels almost natural at this point to be this close to heeseung, and show a sign of affection in front of everyone with him. but it feels like a job at the same time.

an awful job that you’re doing an awful job at.

a part of you wants to get over your avoidance of confrontation, and just talk to heeseung who is literally an inch away from you, but you don’t say anything. you just relish in the fact that you’ve added to the tension between you two and the warmth of his hand that makes you want to fall more into his warm body. you want to hit the same spot on his bicep that you always do when he teases you or somehow makes you laugh. you want to see his nose crinkle up when he laughs with (or at) you.

you spent the weekend alone, which gave you enough time to realize that maybe you like heeseung more than just an acquaintance, a fake boyfriend- almost a coworker. if you didn’t then you wouldn’t have gotten so hurt by his avoidance and ignorance of you from the week before.

you wouldn’t have missed him so much. or checked your phone every five minutes to see if he had texted you.

you feel stupid for not realizing how you’ve been feeling about heeseung sooner. you think you’ve been too caught up in the idea of how you and jake are going to fall in love, and go to college together, soon after getting married and have children, grow old together. with jake, it was all a fantasy that you’ve created and got so lost in that you’ve used it to avoid reality.

in reality, you like lee heeseung- the stupid, mean, cruel boy that you’ve insulted and almost physically fought countless times before. the boy that you’ve sworn you were going to hate for the rest of your life.

still, thoughts of jake swarm your mind.

you’ve thought about loving jake every day for almost two years, you know everything about him. like all his favourite things, his hobbies, his family- his ideal type of girl.

heeseung has told you before that jake wasn’t into you, and maybe you’ve been trying too hard to get him to like you back so your fantasy world can play with the reality one. heeseung has also told you that you shouldn’t have to change anything (like your v card) to get jake to like you. but it makes you question his words because he seems to be changing himself to get isa to like him. you notice the way he speaks softer to her, his confidence level lowers and he acts smarter around her.

you agreed to heeseung’s stupid plan before you had gotten to really know heeseung, in more ways than one, but it is too late to back out now. heeseung’s made progress with isa, and part of the plan is that neither one of you can abandon the plan until one of you has accomplished their mission. you figure that heeseung is so close to getting isa, and the chances of jake falling in love with you are so low, that you might as well just go along with the plan until heeseung succeeds with isa.

“so, how was the party on saturday?” you ask heeseung when you’ve stopped at his locker, your hands untwining finally. heeseungs hums and looks up at you confused, “the party? on saturday?”

“oh, right,” heeseung nods, digging through his now opened locker, “i uh, didn’t go.”

“you didn’t go? why not?”

heeseung shrugs, not looking at you, “didn’t feel like it.” it goes back to being silent between you although the hallway was filling up the silence as students were piling up in the hallway, “i’m guessing you didn’t go?” heeseung closes his locker and asks.

“no, i didn’t.”

“why not?”

“didn’t feel like it.” you mock his words, making heeseung quirk an eyebrow up at you.

“yo, heeseung!” a familiar voice calls his name, causing both of you to crane your necks towards the voice. jake is walking up to heeseung, an angry look on his handsome face that you’ve never seen before.

“hey, man.” heeseung answers nonchalantly, ignoring the expression on jake’s face.

jake scoffs, his tongue poking into his cheek before he speaks, “‘hey man’? that’s what you fucking say to me?” heeseung looks confused, so jake continues, “that’s what you say to me after fucking isa?”

there’s an instant simultaneous gasp within the passerby students, the statement makes them stop everything (including breathing) and watch the two best friends. jake looks like he’s ready to punch heeseung in the face, while heeseung is staring right at you as if jake isn’t even there.

“what?” you ask him, not understanding what the hell is going on.

“i didn’t fuck isa,” heeseung says more to you than jake.

“really? then why did so many people tell me they saw you and her go into a bathroom together at the party on saturday, right before you left in a rush! i knew you were fucking acting weird!”

“what?” you repeat, more information unfolding by the second.

heeseung swallows roughly before he speaks again, “okay, i went to the party, but i didn’t fuck isa!” he shakes his head quickly while still looking right at you.

“then what did you do with her in the bathroom, hee?” jake asks him, his jaw clenched.

heeseung looks at jake for the first time since the confrontation started, catching the looks of everyone in the hallway as he does. jake’s so mad that he doesn’t even recognize his (ex) best friend. though, he’d rather look at jake’s angry expression than your sad and confused one.

heeseung was thinking fast about what to say. he didn’t fuck isa, but he didn’t necessarily get a blowjob from her… she put her mouth on his dick and then he ran the fuck away because he realized he was in love with you. how the hell was he supposed to say that in front of all these people, including you?

his silence irks everyone the long way, jake scoffing out again and rolling his eyes, “you’re fucked up, hee.” jake nods his head, looking right at him, “is this why you’ve been avoiding me so you can get with isa?”

“what? no!” heeseung responds quickly, making jake scrunch his nose and eyebrows together in confusion, “well,”

“jesus christ!” jake’s hands cover his eyes for a second, trying to process everything before he turns to look at you, “i’m sorry y/n, i can’t believe he would’ve done this to someone as great as you,”

you feel lighter for a second as jake looks at you, his compliment going straight to your heart and playing into your fantasy world where he is the main character.

“i can’t believe you’d cheat on her, what the fuck is wrong with you?” jake snaps suddenly at heeseung, and the crowd of students makes noises in agreement with him.

“oh my god,” heeseung shakes his head now, a dry laugh falling from his mouth, “i didn’t fucking cheat on her! we aren’t even dating!”

you felt heat rush up your neck to your cheeks at heeseung’s exposure of you and him, the hallways were silent now, and you couldn’t lift your head or eyes up from the floor to look at every one.

“y/n, what?’ you hear jake question you, but you can’t force anything to come out of your mouth.

“we were fucking lying!” heeseung jumps in, getting the focus off of you, “we were fake dating.”

“what?” jake asks, “but i saw you guys at the restaurant- she was wearing your clothes!”

heeseung scoffs, “okay? that doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“why would guys lie about that?” another voice jumps in, and it makes your head snap up to meet ryujin’s narrowed eyes, “i mean, we as your friends found it hard to believe, but we still supported you- and it was all a lie?”

“ryu, it’s not-” you start, but she only scoffs, opening her mouth to cut you off, but a hand on her shoulder cuts herself off. chaeryeong is standing behind her now, shaking her head at her to not continue, glancing at you with a sympathetic expression.

“i just, don’t understand.” jake speaks again, looking between you and heeseung.

“do you want to tell him or should i?” heeseung looks at you, and he looks fed up.

you shake your head slowly before you speak quietly, “heeseung, no.”

your worried expression makes heeseung feel guilty, but it doesn’t make him stop from speaking, “because she fucking likes you, and everyone and their mother knows that you’re only int chicks that have fucked before- so we were lying to make it seem like she has, so that you’d think she has- so that you’d like her back.”

you felt the air leave your lungs as everything was spoken out loud, in front of everyone; your classmates, your friends, your crush. you couldn’t look at anyone except for heeseung. your eyes narrowed right at him with pure anger and hatred. it was now that you think you’ve been tricked by him into liking him. every horrible memory you have with him taking over the small number of good ones you had with him.

“you’re a fucking asshole, heeseung.” you mumble to him, but it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

“me?” heeseung laughs out, his hand pointing loosely at himself, “i’m the fucking asshole?”

“yeah, you are!” you fight back, “you’ve lied to me, i don’t know how many times now! you’ve been using me! and now you’re fucking a girl behind my back?” you exclaim all at once and you feel like you’ve been holding it all back for over a week.

“who cares who i fuck? we aren’t actually dating, that’s what you said to me, right? we don’t need to pretend anymore.”

you bite back a cry that was about to escape your mouth, “fuck you, heeseung.” you turn just as the bell for first-period starts, pushing your way through the crowd that formed around the three of you. you keep your head down, trying to hide your watery eyes from them all.

the crowd starts to disperse when you leave, also because they were all going to be late to class if they didn’t start moving then.

“nice one, hee.” jake finishes his and everyone else’s thoughts as he turns, leaving heeseung in the hallway by himself, not caring if was going to be late for class. he doesn’t want to go to any class ever again after the past ten minutes. he feels fucking bad. he feels bad for everyone that was involved, but he feels even worse for you. he regrets everything he said as soon as it came out of his mouth.

the second bell rang, meaning if you weren’t in your seat by now, you were officially late. but heeseung doesn’t care. he just wants to be with you.

luckily, you and heeseung have the same spot where you go to clear your head at school, so it doesn’t take him long to find you sitting on the bench in the outdoor classroom. it’s cold and windy out, and your school uniform skirt is blowing up your legs, not keeping you warm at all and it makes heeseung want to wrap you up, but he can’t and he knows that.

you turn your head to the side at the sound of the door closing, scoffing when you catch a glimpse of heeseung standing there.

“i’m sorry,” heeseung states from behind you, not moving any closer, just standing a meter behind you, your hair is in a ponytail today and it’s showing off your neck which is starting to distract heeseung because he wants to place his chin there, kiss beside your ear and hum the song that’s been stuck in his head for weeks to you.

“you’re sorry?” you ask him, not looking at him but feeling his stare from behind you.

“i’m sorry,” he restates seriously.

“why did you even do that, heeseung?” you turn and look at him, not leaving your spot on the bench.

heeseung cringes at the lack of his nickname falling from your lips, “i just, couldn’t keep up with it anymore.”

“but why? you were the one who came up with the plan, half the rules, the fake dating! and you didn't even tell me that you and jake weren't talking anymore!”

heeseung sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as he thinks about what he should say or do to help this situation in any way.

“heeseung,” you call him and he looks at you, “just tell me.”

heeseung sighs once more, deciding on an option, hopefully, the best option, “because i like you, a lot.”

“you,” you tilt your head to the side, not believing what you’re hearing, “like me?” heeseung nods sheepishly, barely being able to look at you, “for how long?”

“since like, forever- and fuck!” he runs a hand through his hair, “i didn’t come into this thinking i liked you, i thought i liked isa- but i don’t. i like you,” he takes a deep breath, “and only you. but i know you like jake so, it’s no use what the hell i say.”

you push the fallen hairs from your ponytail back, sadness and frustration taking up your whole body and mind. you stand up and face him, your nose starting to burn from the tears that are starting to pour out of your eyes.

“fuck you, heeseung!” you yell at him, your vision becoming blurry as you start to hit his bicep, he stands there and looks down at you with concern and hatred for himself, letting you hit him to get out your frustrations, “i didn’t want to fall in love with you! i didn’t want this! i didn’t fucking want this!” you step back from him and cover your face with your hands, heeseung sees the goosebumps on your skin from the cold. “there was supposed to be no feelings with us.”

“i’m sorry!” heeseung lets out exasperated, “what do you want me to do?”

you wipe the tears off of your wet face and look at him, biting your lip to hold back another frustrated sob, “just leave me alone, heeseung.” you step backwards towards the door, “leave me alone.” you turn and open the door, welcoming the warmth of the school in escape to cold-hearted heeseung and the cold october weather. you put your cold hands to your arms, trying to warm them up, trying not to think about how heeseung’s hands could warm you up so much faster.

on tuesday you’re sitting against the railing of the outdoor balcony by yourself. this time you have a sweater that you’re not sure where you got from, but it’s big and it bunches at your wrists from the extra fabric not being used. the school was let out not long ago, but you wanted to sit by yourself before you had to go home and deal with homework. classes were slow today, there was no one to talk to since your friends were mad at you or annoyed at you or whatever. you didn’t think it would be this bad, but the whispering from everyone gossiping about you as you walked down the hall or into the classroom was quickly getting to you.

since it’s tuesday, you know heeseung has practice after school, so he’d still be on the school property. you hope he wouldn’t show up here for a quick break before he heads over to the field with his team and the coach.

you haven’t been able to stop thinking about the day before events. your mind was crowded with thoughts of heeseung and jake. you were embarrassed, frustrated, angry and sad all at once. you wanted to just be mad at heeseung, but you couldn’t force yourself to be. it wasn’t just him that had gotten you wrapped around your stupid plan with him because you had agreed to it all. you had made rules for it, followed them and started liking the feeling of having a big secret kept between just you and someone else. and not just some boring other person- but lee heeseung.

lee heeseung had become your friend right before your eyes and you couldn’t protest against it. you liked hanging out with him, sharing secrets and inside jokes. furthermore, you liked the way his laugh sounded when you said something he thought was funny, you liked the smell of his cologne that you could point out anywhere because you swore you hated it so much only a few months ago. you liked the feeling of having him lay beside you in bed, his hands warming you up as his lips meet yours.

everything you had experienced with heeseung during the two months of your secret plan, you wish you could’ve experienced with jake instead. you have wanted jake to be yours for years and it was hard for you to accept that he never was or will be yours. but now you think that you did have heeseung, and it was over now before you could even realize it. your thoughts were scrambled all up with both of them and it was driving you crazy as you kept switching back and forth from them mentally.

“what? we’re just not going to talk about this?” you hear jake’s voice and you wonder what memory you’re pulling his voice from to hear him say this.

“talk about what, jake?” you hear isa’s unpleasant voice answer it. the girl appears below you, standing on the pavement underneath the outdoor classroom.

“talk about you fucking, heeseung.” jake answers as he steps forward into your sight now, facing isa with a look of disgust and anger. now you know why you weren’t sure where you had heard him speak the sentence before. you backed away from the railing of the outdoor classroom so that if they looked up you wouldn’t be the first thing they would see.

isa rolls her foul eyes, “we didn’t fuck, jake.”

“then what,” jake’s voice gets louder, “did you do together in the bathroom at that stupid fucking party?”

“well, i was giving him a blowjob until he got all weird and left,” isa speaks blatantly.

“what the fuck, isa.”

“what?” isa giggles dryly.

“we were,” jake pauses, “well i thought we were like, talking, like- i liked you. i thought you liked me back.” you can hear isa click her tongue to the top of her mouth and her shoes rough against the pavement underneath them as she shuffles forward towards jake.

“that’s sweet, jake.” it’s silent as jake doesn’t answer, isa giggling for real now, probably at the confused and hurt expression that crosses jake’s face. “what we’ve been doing was fun, but i don’t do, relationships or feelings or, just staying with one person- it gets boring too fast.”

jake rubs his face with one of his hands, disbelief taking over his body at isa’s words, “why didn’t you fucking mention this in the first place?”

isa shrugs, “because would you have continued this if i told you that?” jake doesn’t answer from pure anger and annoyance, “see! this was fun, jake, i liked having your attention for a while- but now, since that you, heeseung and the whole school knows what’s been happening, i guess it’s over.” isa speaks with almost no emotion.

“you’ve gotta be fucking joking, isa,” jake answers with a shake of his head, “so what? the past three months have been nothing but you just wanting attention? no other meaning behind any of this?”

isa shrugs, but nods, looking innocent, “i mean, yeah.”

“what a waste of fucking time.”

isa smiles at jake’s choice of words, “i’m sorry that you thought this was more, but it wasn't and it won’t be, so i guess i’ll go now.”

jake scoffs, “yeah, just leave me alone, isa.”

isa’s smile doesn’t leave at his words, nodding at him as she backs up slowly, leaving him, “bye, jake.”

jake and you both watch isa turn on her heel and walk down the side driveway of the school towards the street from different angles. her long hair that was once so pretty is almost vile looking as it blows behind her in the fall wind, her hands clasped together behind her back as she starts to walk home.

you wonder how jake is remaining so calm on the outside from the fight he just had with isa. if you were him you would’ve beat her head in with your fist before she practically skipped off with her hideous smile on her face. jake seemed to always be calm, it was something that you admired from him because it was something that you lacked, one of your weaknesses. the second something or someone annoyed you, you would lose it. heeseung and your countless fights are evidence.

you continue to watch isa’s figure grow smaller and smaller down to the street until she is out of sight with a scowl on your face. it was all her fault that any of this happened. if she wasn’t so obvious in liking jake then you wouldn’t have agreed to heeseung’s stupid plan to get her away from jake. she should’ve just fallen in love with heeseung and left jake alone. though, you assume at this point it would be impossible for isa and heeseung to end up together, not with the whole school calling them sluts and knowing that heeseung likes you instead.

jake lets out a huff of breath into the air, his head tilting upwards and catching sight of your body leaning against the rail, your sight locked onto where his just was. the thought of how ethereal you look up there crosses his mind for a millisecond until your eyes meet his.

it’s almost vexatious; you're staring at each other from a short distance with no words being exchanged, but the same emotions being felt.

jake finally offers you a curt nod in acknowledgement, catching your soft smile in response before he turns and starts walking back inside the school, out of your eyes and ears as the doors close behind him heavily. you know you weren’t supposed to hear that conversation, and you wonder how you would feel now if you hadn't heard it because it’s definitely changed the way you've been feeling about everything– about jake, about heeseung.

you wonder how jake feels about you.

you still don’t see heeseung by thursday afternoon. and at this point, you don’t want to.

you had thought that maybe he would have texted you, called you or showed up at your front door lying to your mom again. but there was nothing. not even a glimpse of him in the hallways. he is avoiding and ignoring you again and you don’t like it.

but maybe you were doing the same thing to him.

since you had watched jake and isa end whatever they were, you haven’t seen jake either. but he was all you could wonder about. you wondered what he was thinking. you wondered if he wondered what you were thinking or feeling. you wondered if he cared how you were feeling- and if you were feeling upset or sad.

in your mind, your fantasy, you and jake would have everything in common and feel the same emotions. he was the perfect man for you in every way. you liked to think that he was the exact boy in reality than he was in your dreams. maybe some of your thoughts were overexaggerated but they were always based off of your real-life interactions with jake. even though sometimes you would have to force yourself to be more extraverted and outgoing around jake, you didn’t mind.

at least when you were around jake you were happier than ninety percent of the time you were around heeseung.

your music was blasting in your ears as you sat on the bench of the outdoor classroom. your arms were out in front of you, leaning onto the railing. it is warmer out this afternoon and the sun feels good on your skin. It reminded you of the past summer when you spent every day at the beach with jake until your friends would come along later in the day and join you.

you are singing along to your music in your head, but you are probably also quietly humming out loud that you aren’t entirely aware of, focusing on your music felt like a good distraction.

so a hand suddenly being placed on your shoulder scared the shit out of you.

you turn and pull your headphones off your head at the same time, ready to yell at whoever grabbed you so unexpectedly, “jesus christ!”

“sorry,” jake stands there with a sheepish smile on his face. the sun shines perfectly on his tanned skin, but it doesn’t look as pretty as you remember.

you take a breath, “you scared me, oh my god,”

“i was calling you! but you didn’t hear me!” jake points at your headphones in your lap now.

“oh, right,” you nod and you notice you can hear your music still playing through your headphones from how loud they are playing. you move to lower the volume of them.

“can i, uh, sit?” jake asks and it makes you freeze, excitement and worry mixing together in the pit of your stomach.

“sure,”

jake sits directly beside you, your legs almost touching from how close you are together. it makes you feel uneasy in a way that you don’t like.

“you sit up here a lot, right?”

“yeah, sometimes,” you nod, picking at the loose wood of the bench instead of looking at him, “it’s quiet.”

jake hums, “i’ve seen you up here with heeseung, you can’t tell me you guys just sat in silence all the time,” your small smile drops at the mention of heeseung’s name out of jake’s mouth. it was the first time you had heard heeseung’s name spoken out loud since your big fight earlier in the week, “sorry.”

you force a smile back on your face at his quick apology, “it’s fine, sometimes quiet is good, right?” jake doesn’t answer so you look at him, his face scrunched up with an awkward tight smile, “what?” you laugh at him.

“i just hate the quiet,” he shrugs with a shake of his head.

“yeah, i can tell by all the parties and get-togethers you go to,”

“hey!’ jake nudges your shoulder with his, “you’re at majority of those, too!”

“yeah, but i don’t always want to be.”

“then why do you go?” you give him a look that tells him he should know, which makes his eyes widen, “to hang out with me?”

you try to calm the burning on your cheeks and look away from him again, “yeah, and to see some other people, too, but yeah, mainly to hang out with you.”

“shit,” jake chuckles, “i’m sorry i didn’t notice,”

“it’s fine, i never told you, or hinted at anything so,”

jake nods and turns his head to look out over the side driveway and streets, “why didn’t you?”

you shrug, embarrassed to be talking about this with him, “i just- i didn’t want it to have a different outcome from how i imagined it in my head.” jake gives you a confused expression in response, “you know, like what i would say, and what you would say, and how it would all end up afterwards, like a fantasy.”

“imagining a fantasy,” jake repeats, “that’s, creative,”

“what? you don’t do that?”

jake shakes his head, obviously thinking about it, “not really no. i just do what i feel like and then focus on what’s happening at the moment, in the present.”

you try to not feel a sudden hurt at his words, trying to not feel like he just shut down your whole way of thinking. you liked to daydream, and you were creative, and you liked imagining things that could happen even if they never did.

“anyways,” jake changes the subject, “i’m sorry about heeseung, too, i can’t believe he’d do that behind your back still,”

you shrug again, “he was confused, he was trying to do what he thought he wanted and wasn’t thinking about how others would feel until it was over.”

jake still looks mad at the thought of what heeseung did, “still, he’s an asshole,”

“no, he’s not, he just makes asshole decisions sometimes,”

jake raises an eyebrow at you, “wow, i never thought you of all people would defend heeseung, especially after all the times you threatened to throat punch him,”

you snort, “well, i guess he’s changed- or maybe i’ve changed.” you feel jake lean closer to you and spread his leg open more so it’s against your thigh.

“you know, you’re always able to see the best in everyone, that’s something i’m jealous of you about,”

“jealous?” you look at him now, trying not to get too nervous when you see how close your faces are.

“yeah, jealous,” jake licks his bottom lip with his tongue as he looks at your eyes and then your lips, “maybe that’s something you can teach me how to do.”

you almost blush as the word ‘teach’ comes out of his mouth, memories of you and heeseung flash before your eyes and you almost feel bad for allowing yourself to feel bad about it until jake places his hand on your thigh. your school skirt has ridden up a bit, so your skin is completely visible for him to cover.

“i don’t know, maybe i could try to teach you,” you mumble, your eyes hyper-aware of his hand and the lack of feelings rushing through your body from it. when heeseung was as close to you as jake was, you got nervous in the way you felt happy and something in your chest that made you feel lighter, but now the nervousness within you felt wrong.

“you know, y/n,” jake voice is close to your ear and it causes you to look at him, “i don’t think i’ve ever told you how pretty you are before.”

your eyes widen and jake must notice the quiet chuckle that leaves his mouth.

“pretty?” you stupidly repeat it. you had always imagined jake calling you pretty and you always imagined yourself falling further into him and maybe pulling him in for a kiss when he does. but now, a kiss is the last thing you want to do.

“yeah, pretty,” jake nods, “i should have told you sooner because i’ve always thought you were pretty.”

you are sure that his words are supposed to have an effect on you. after all you have liked him for years and thought about him saying these kinds of things to you countless times before. but all you feel is nothing but nervousness and thoughts of how wrong it feels to be this close to jake and have him touch your thigh. his index finger was drawing small circles onto your skin, closer to the hem of your skirt.

it’s silent between you two as jake’s body is pressing into your side and you try to form words that will let you get out of this situation with no harm done. you feel your breath quicken until there’s a quick thud on the door of the door classroom behind you. jake pulls away as both of you turn on the bench to look at it.

you don’t see anyone or anything by the door, but you take your chance and stand up, grabbing your bag and headphones with you, “i uh, actually have to get home now.”

“oh, do you?” jake asks a slight pout on his lips that you once thought were so pretty.

“yeah, i have a lot of homework and chores and dinner and stuff like that,” you start to walk towards the door, hoping to get there as quick as possible.

“right,” jake nods, “i’ll see you around, then?”

“yeah, right, i’ll see you, jake.”

jake smiles at you as you force a smile back and push open the door, stepping back into the hallway of the school, aiming to get out of there as quick as you could.

your music was blasting into your ears again as you made your way home. you knew that you didn’t hold anything against jake, but it felt wrong to let him touch you when all you could think about was heeseung, and how much better it would feel if he was there beside you instead.

you mentally curse him for the one-millionth time during the period that you have known him because you never wanted to fall in love with lee heeseung in the first place.

one full week passes by that you don’t see heeseung.

you were hoping to just catch a peek of his black hair in the hall, or smell his cologne in the classroom he was previously in, or hear his laugh echo from the field.

but there was absolutely no sign of him like he didn’t even exist anymore.

so, you went to his house.

you forced a puff of air out of your lips as you stood awkwardly on his front step, debating whether or not you were really going to do this or not. i mean, you’ve been to his house before, you’ve even gone inside when he was sleeping- but that was before he hated you- or knew that he secretly likes you.

nonetheless, you ring the doorbell.

lee heeseung answers the door and it's the first time you've seen him in what feels like years. your heart quickens in a good way and you feel yourself start to smile at the sight of him.

heeseung recognizes you in a second and groans, starting to close the door before either of you get a word out to each other.

“hee, wait!” you put your hand on the door to stop the door, but he’s already stopped himself from moving at the sound of his nickname that he hasn’t heard from you in so long.

“what,” he asks, looking at the ground instead of you.

“i miss you,” heeseung scoffs and starts to try to close the door again, “hee!” heeseung tries to tell himself that he hates his nickname coming from your mouth but its no use as he keeps his door open anyways, “i miss you, can we please just talk for a minute?”

“why? you told me to leave you alone, y/n.”

“i’m sorry, i should’ve been kinder, or texted you, or something- i just needed some time to myself to think things through,”

“if you needed time alone then why did i see you with jake on the bench the other day?”

“i-,” you open your mouth to speak but nothing but stutters come out of your mouth as you’re shocked by his statement. you wonder for a moment if he had seen you from the side driveway, or the field- but then you remember the noise you heard from the door behind you that gave you an excuse to leave jake, “heeseung, i-,”

“no, just forget it y/n, you said you wanted me to leave you alone, i saw how close you and jake got on the bench- his hand on your thigh,” heeseung closes his eyes in detestation for a second, “and this is what you wanted right? you wanted jake- you wanted him to think you’re experienced and now you have it, so our deal’s done for good.”

heeseung tries to close the door yet again, but you catch it and call his name, “this is not what i want!” you exclaim quickly. heeseung questions you, letting you explain further, “sure, that’s what i wanted, but it’s different now.”

“how’s it different?” he asks simply.

“i thought- i thought i knew jake and how a relationship with him would feel and be like, but that was all just in my head. he’s a lot- we’re a lot different than i assumed.” heeseung doesn’t say anything and lets you continue, “i want you, heeseung, in every way. you’re everything i could ask for and more and i’m a fucking idiot for not realizing sooner. i'm so sorry for getting mad at you and not thinking to ask you how you were feeling and i- i just want you.”

heeseung gulps and his voice is a lot quieter than before when he asks, “then what was that with jake the other day?”

“nothing! he was trying to comfort me i guess, in a way, but that was it, hee!” heeseung looks at the ground but nods, not saying anything and you think this is the quietest you’ve ever heard him in your entire life. you step towards him, almost inside now, “heeseung,” you grab his hand that isn’t holding the door open and he looks up at you as your fingers interlock, “i want you- just you.”

heeseung’s hands are cupping your cheeks in a second, his lips meeting yours in a quick, heated kiss that takes you by surprise. before you can kiss back out of relief and happiness he’s pulling back just far enough to rest his forehead on yours, “i’ve wanted you to say that to me for so fucking long.” you smile up at him and lean in so your lips meet again.

heeseung’s pulling you fully into his house now, your lips barely leaving for more than a second during your closed-eye walk to his bedroom. your hands ran along both of your bodies, wanting to get as close as possible.

heeseung doesn’t even give you a second to breathe properly as he lays you down on his bed. your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into you and he groans against your mouth. you feel his hands drifting down to your ass and knead the skin through your jeans.

“hee,” you whine and you can feel him smirk against your lips as you continue to kill. his teeth brush against your bottom lip and it makes you get the urge to throw yourself over his body so now you’re sitting on top of him, straddling him.

heeseung’s uses the hand on your ass to push your hips down against his crotch. his other hand rests on your waist, easily slipping down to land on your asscheek, smacking it hard enough to make you squeal.

“y/n likes her ass being spanked?” you nod in response, your head dropping forward onto his and he smacks your ass again in the same spot. your hips push down harder against his, feeling his hard bulge now, “dirty slut.”

“can i tell you something?” heeseung nods this time, you bring your hand up that was resting on his chest to the side of his face, and his head instinctively leans into your touch.

“anything.”

“i touched myself thinking about you,” you whisper to him, your lips gently brushing angst his earlobe as you spoke the words.

heeseung feels shocked, but you can see how flustered he is at your statement, “really?” his voice is higher and you nod and he groans, “fuck, i wish i could’ve watched you.”

you shrug, “maybe one day.” heeseung’s hand lands on your ass again and you let out a quiet moan.

“fuck, i wanna feel your mouth so bad, baby.”

“my mouth?’ you repeat, knowing that you have never even attempted a blow job before.

“yeah, it’s what i think about when i touch myself,” you let out another involuntary moan at heeseung’s words, the idea that both of you think about each other when you get needy turns you on. you press your lips to his once more before you get off his lap.

heeseung unties his sweatpants and slides them down to his knees, you’re face to face with his cock then, thanks to the lack of his boxers. it’s obvious how hard and big he is, but you don’t let the size intimate you as you press a soft kiss against the head of heeseung’s cock.

heeseung bites his lip to hold back a groan, his fingers wrapping through your hair. you wrap one of your hands around him, pumping him slowly, trying to remember how he had shown you a few weeks ago.

he lets out a groan from above you, “just put as much as you can in.” you nod at him briefly, before you wrap your lips around the tip of him where you had placed kisses beforehand. your hand that was pumping him is stalled at the base of his dick as you slowly push your head down. you gurgle slightly as it reaches the back of your throat for the first time. you try to stay there for as long as you can until your come up off of him, breathing heavy already and earning a smack on your ass from heeseung again, “good girl.”

you go back down on heeseung, your ass stinging from the slap, you hollow your cheeks once you’re down as far as you can go. you swallow quickly, his hips jerking up before you pull your mouth away from him. you try to keep up with a pace, heeseung’s breathing going heavy and his hand rubs your ass where he has smacked over and over.

heeseung starts to pull at your jean’s belt loops, making you pull away from him with a whine. he tsks at you, “i want to feel you, too y/n.'' with your help, he tugs your jeans down your legs so you’re just in your underwear. you quickly go back to sucking his cock the best you can as you feel his fingers slip into your underwear, trailing over your folds, “you’re so fucking wet.” you moan around his cock which makes him moan.

heeseung easily slips two of his fingers into you. his whimpers slip out of his mouth as you continue to work his cock making his fingers feel even better as they brush against your gspot that he knows so well at this point. his fingers curl right onto it, making you clench tight around his digits.

you start to swirl your tongue around his cock, trying to focus on one thing at once, but he makes it hard when he starts to pump his two fingers into your faster. you can hear how wet you are like he mentioned before, and it makes your thighs twitch from the pleasure he’s giving you. you feel like you’re going to cum, and you’re going to cum fast.

you pull away from his cock, and rest your head on his bare thigh instead, focusing on his fingers completely, “hee, ‘m gonna cum.”

heeseung chuckles, seeing how easy you give in to the pleasure as your eyes are almost closing and your mouth is open on his thighs, “yeah? you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” his fingers speed up and the sound of your wetness filling his room in sinful, “do it, fucking do it- cum.”

his encouragement is what helps send you over the edge too quickly. you’re cumming before you can realize it and your stomach is caving in from the pleasure taking over your body. your eyes scrunch together and your hands grip onto heeseung’s sheets below him, your ass still in the air as his fingers pound you through it.

when your orgasm fades away and he slips his hand out of you. you sit up on your knees, in between his legs. his hand is up to your mouth, covered in your juices and cum. you open your mouth and let him put his fingers in your mouth. you suck on them like you sucked his cock, groaning at the taste of his skin and your cum mixing together in your mouth.

“so pretty,” heeseung groans, mesmerized by the sight of you sucking his fingers, “my pretty girl, fuck.”

his hand falls out to your bare waist from your shirt riding up. you smile slowly at him, “want you to fuck me, hee.”

“fuck,” heeseung groans out, his head falling back on his neck and resting on the headboard behind me, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

you giggle at him and reach for the hem of your shirt, successfully taking it off and revealing that you aren’t wearing a bra underneath, your bare chest exposed to his eyes. his hand reached out and started to tweak one of your nipples, making your chest arch forward towards him. he leans up and kisses you, your eyes closing as you take in one another again.

your cheeks start to heat up when he pushes you back onto your back, off of his lap and spreads your legs up. heeseung slips your panties off your legs, leaving you completely naked now. without a calm beat passing, heeseung leans down and presses a kiss directly onto your clit. your hand grips the bed underneath you and the other one rests on heeseung’s head. you try to hide the embarrassment you are feeling as you realize this is the first time a boy has ever looked at your core so closely.

“gonna let me make you feel good, baby?” heeseung asks looking up at you through his eyelashes.

“please,” you can only let out with your voice not quivering from excitement and nervousness. heeseung presses a kiss to the soft skin of your inner thigh, trying to relax you before he delves in.

his hands are wrapped around your thighs, and his lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly onto the bud. your head drops back onto his bed, letting out a moan at the new feeling heeseung was giving you. his tongue starts to lick up your entire slit, stopping and circling around your clit before he starts doing soft licks against the bud again. you can instantly tell how to experience heeseung is and that the rumours you’ve heard about him aren’t false like you ahd previously always thought.

heeseung was good, and you mentally apologize to him for all the times you teased him about not knowing how to make a girl cum.

the pleasure he was making you feel was something you would have never expected. it isn’t too long into his actions that you start to buck your hips into his face against his mouth, trying to get more friction. you make eye contact with him when you let out a long moan, his eyes are filled with lust and love as he looks back at you, his tongue entering your hole as he starts to tongue fuck you now.

“taste better than i imagined, so sweet,” heeseung mumbles into your pussy, making you gasp out from the vibrations, “wanna make you cum again, angel.” you nod furiously against the bed, wanting nothing more since you were feeling another high approach thanks to his tongue.

you gain a little more strength and you si tup on your elbows to watch him in between your thighs as he starts to eat you out harder. the noises of his tongue slurping up your juices make you mewl out his name.

“feel like cuming?” heeseung asks you, his fingers pressing circles into your clit as he speaks.

“hee, god, please, wanna cum so bad,” you nod at him. you feel yourself almost start to drool when heeseung spits onto your pussy, wetting it more so his fingers can slide easily into you.

the intrusion of his fingers makes your pleasure increase quickly and you scrunch your eyes together even though you want to watch him. his tongue on your clit and his fingers rubbing your g spot makes you cum harder than you ever have before. a loud sob of his name escapes your mouth as your body stills with your high.

your body feels drained as your high fades, but you want to keep going. you want heeseung in every way possible, especially since he looks so hot with his chin and mouth glistening with your juices.

your hands grab onto his heeseung’s face, pulling him towards you so your lips meet again. the taste of yourself makes you moan against his tongue. heeseung realizes how good of a kisser you are now, and he takes pride in the thought that he’s the one that taught you.

“i want you,” you mumble against his lips, kissing him again.

“are you sure?” heeseung mumbles back, not leaving your mouth.

“yes, hee, i’m sure.”

heeseung pulls back finally, a serious look on his face, “are you sure that you’re sure? i don’t want to hurt you again.”

you smile at his sweetness, “i’m sure heeseung, i want you so bad,”

heeseung presses his lips against yours once more before he’s helping you move back to the top of his bed, your head landing on his pillows, surrounding yourself with his shampoo and cologne that have stuck themselves into them. heeseung pulls off his shirt to reveal his soft abs, your hand trails down them, mouth watering at how pretty he is.

once he’s sure that you’re comfortable, he slides on a condom that he got from his bedside drawer and he then lowers himself to lay over you. his arm is holding himself up beside your head. you feel his cock rub against your slit, he feels so hard against you.

slowly, heeseung starts to push his cock into you. he is careful to watch your expressions to make sure you’re not in too much pain. this time, you feel a little stretch but it's taken over by pleasure immediately. it’s a new feeling to have him completely inside you, but you don’t want him to ever pull out. his cock fits inside of you perfectly.

“you can move, hee, i’m fine,” you tell him when you notice his face scrunched up in pleasure and concern. he nods once and he pulls back his hips, just enough to be able to quickly push back into you. the action feels different inside of you, but so good at the same time.

it takes heeseung a moment to find a steady pace, “fuck, you’re so fucking tight, y/n. won’t be able to last long in you like this,”

you smile at the compliment even though heeseung seems disappointed in himself for not going to be able to last long this time. every thrust of his is aiming for your gspot as he tries to focus more on you than himself.

“harder, hee,” you tell him, your hands running down his biceps, the same biceps that you’ve swatted so many times at something stupid or annoying he’s said, “you make me feel so good,”

heeseung intertwines one of his hands with yours and places it beside your head so he can still hold himself up. the action is so intimate and makes the whole experience better. it makes you feel just as wanted by him as he is by you. his cock starts to thrust harder into you at your request, making both of you groan out. heeseung rests his head on your shoulder, kissing the skin there and up along your neck.

“you make me feel so good, too,” heeseung confesses into your ear, as if anyone else would be able to hear him, “wanna feel you cum around my dick, see how much tighter you can squeeze me,”

“oh god,” you let out, your hips starting to buck against his, the added friction making both of you feel even better, “wanna cum, hee. love your cock so much,” you confess back to him because it is all you can think about.

his free hand that isn’t holding yours, slips between your bodies to your clit, and starts to rub circles in perfect time with his thrusts, “fuck, can you feel you getting close, baby, want my girl to cum for me so bad.”

“your girl,” you whimper back to him, desperation in your eyes as you feel your stomach start to coil.

heeseung smirks down at you, “my girl,” he leans down to kiss you, your chest feeling like it was about to explode from the lack of air you were getting. the kiss is more passionate than all of the other ones you shared, your intertwined hands locking tighter as you kiss. “tell me you’re mine.”

“i’m yours, hee, all yours- just yours.” you instantly let out, the feeling of belonging to someone in such a close and intimate way makes his thrusts feel so fucking good. before you can say much more, your third orgasm of the night washes over you. your moans are loud in heeseung’s ear as you cry out his name along with them. you can feel the heat in his room increase the longer your orgasm last.

heeseung slows until you’ve calmed down, his hands slipping down to your waist and he sits up, your thighs wrapped around his hips, “fuck, i love you.” he looks down at you, both of your hairlines wet with sweat.

“i love you, hee.”

heeseung leans down and presses and short and sweet kiss to your lips and then he’s back to fucking into you quicker, trying to chase his own orgasm fast. he doesn’t want to overstimulate further, and he can tell you are trying not to show how sensitive your body is, “gonna cum, baby.” his fingers dig harder into your waist, as his thrusts get sloppy quick.

you feel his cock twitch inside of you, surrounded by your wet walls and a condom, he releases into it. he fills the condom up, and you wish he would’ve came inside of you instead, painted your walls white with his cum; but there was always the next time and all the times after that for you to feel him with that much intimacy.

heeseung’s bedroom is silent besides your heavy breathing. you can feel each other’s breaths on your skin but neither of you cares, only wrapping one another up in each other’s arms. you could care less about the sweat, only wanting to be as close as possible.

heeseung moves so he’s laying beside you, his arm still draped over your stomach as he lays on his stomach and you on your back, “are you okay?”

you turn your head to look at him, his brown pretty eyes filled with concern again, “i’m fine, heeseung, really fine- really good. that was perfect.”

heeseung smiles lazily at you, too tired out to do anything more, “you’re perfect,” you shake your head and roll your eyes at him, “what? you are.” heeseung moves over to cuddle up to your side more, his fingers gripping your waist to pull you into him.

“i just feel sorry again, for what happened before.”

heeseung tsks, “stop. we already talked about it, i love you.”

there’s still a guilt feeling in your stomach that makes you want to scream, but you’re tired mentally and physically to actually do it. heeseung’s arm over you and his face pressed into your neck make you feel better and helps distract you from the guilt you’re feeling.

wrapped in with heeseung makes you feel like you’re at home. a home that you’ve always known but have avoided for reasons you aren’t sure of. there are memories with him that you hate, but love at the same time, because they’re what makes it how you and heeseung are now. you used up so much of your time trying to chase a relationship with someone else that would be ‘perfect’, but that perfect relationship was in front of you all the time. you wish you would’ve realized it sooner.

you choose to not dwell on your mistakes and regrets any longer, wanting to focus on heeseung’s slow breathing on your skin as he falls asleep, “i love you,” you whisper back to him, wanting him to hear it before he drifts off any deeper.

you realized that the guilty feeling wasn’t coming from your new relationship with heeseung, but from the fact that you had lied to your friends.

you planned that the next day at school, you would no longer avoid them, but face them and apologize and hopefully, you can rekindle your friendships; yours and heeseung’s friendships.

heeseung and you are both awfully aware that the whole fake dating part of your previous plan was unnecessary and stupid- or you could’ve at least told your friends what your guys’ plans were all along. you are both prepared to admit how stupid the two of you are in hopes that your friends agree and forgive you.

you weren’t anxious to walk into school the next day with heeseung until you are halfway down the hall and everyone seems to be staring at the two of you. your hands are interlocked in between each other as you make your way through the school towards your classes. you feel your heartbeat pick up its pace when you meet everyone’s eyes and decide to keep your head down to the ground to avoid any more eye contact.

heeseung on the other hand could care less about any of their starings.

until someone speaks up.

“c’mon you guys, we all know you’re faking, so you don’t have to pretend to date anymore,” chaehyun says as she leans on her locker, her little friend group around her all wearing glares that matched hers.

heeseung chuckles, “but we aren’t faking anymore.”

the rest of the hallway all turns and looks at the two of you, hands still intertwined and you get the urge to let go to get some of them to stop staring and make things less awkward, but still, you keep a hold of heeseung’s warm and homey hand that helps distract you.

“what?” cheorry asks from the other side of the wall, your face lights up when you see her, wanting to talk to her right away.

“yeah, what?” jay asks, his arm wrapping around cheorry’s shoulders.

heeseung shrugs and looks down at you with a smile, “we’re dating- for real this time.”

“no way,” ryujin shakes her head, “i don’t believe you guys at all this time.”

you let go of heeseng’s hand now when you see your other friend, “ryu, it’s true. we’re dating, we aren’t lying anymore. and i’m so sorry i lied to you before. i should’ve just told you the truth because you, and chaeryeong and cheorry are my best friends- it was so stupid of me to lie to you guys.”

“yeah, it was.” chaeryeong cuts in, her eyebrow raised at you as she listens to what you have to say.

“i know- and i’m so sorry you guys, it wasn’t cool of me- of us,” you gesture at heeseung, “to lie. we’re both sorry.”

heeseung sheepishly smiles at all your friends, “i’m sorry guys, we got all in our heads about the whole plan we made- we didn’t think about how it would affect you guys.”

sunghoon nods, “so, you guys are actually dating this time?” heeseung and you both nod at his question, “cool.” sunghoon smirks as he looks between the two of you.

“i guess, you guys do look good together,” jay nods, wrapping his other arm around sunghoon.

“i guess so,” ryujin says with a smirk, opening her arms for you to run into. chaeryeong and cheorry hug you both, forming a mini group hug in the hallway as heeseung replaces cheorry’s spot under jay’s arm.

the bell rings which breaks up the crowd that has formed around your friend group, you hear a few mumbles of confusion and anger as everyone disperses from your scene and heads to their designated classes. you catch heeseung’s hand in yours again as you walk with your friends to class, everyone catching up with each other and getting ready for the school day ahead of them. heeseung spins you around, making you laugh before he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling him into you as you walk. he presses a quick kiss to your forehead, mumbling an ‘i love you’ under his breath so only you can hear and your heart flutters now that you’re finally happy.

jake stands at the end of the hallway alone, watching the both of you at the back of his ex-friend group walk to class together. neither of you notices as you’re caught up in your own world, and it makes his heart wrench in hurt.

jake’s always known how much of a great person you are- how you’d go out of your way to protect your friends before protecting yourself. you are pretty, smart and talented and he should’ve realized how much he wanted you earlier. he’s realized that he’s always liked you, but he was too caught up with his high school reputation and the stupid idea of him having to hook up with ‘experienced’ girls.

he wonders to himself what would have happened if he realized his feelings sooner, would he have ended up happily with you, instead of being so hurt by isa? maybe he’ll leave that up to his imagination that he’s trying to work on thanks to you.

@ taeghi, 2022. do not repost or reuse in anyway.

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[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Anyone character u want x punk delinquent male reader tall af loads of piercings and wild hair🫦🫦

WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUTTTT

what are we talking about 😩🫦

I'm gonna have fun with this yall

Also this is giving me MAJOR Asuka Langley introspection vibes rn from evangelion.

Namsmnxnd y'all rlly gave me creative freedom so i took that bitch and RAN anskbsnsbx

This is literally a random fanfic idk why I decided to make it literally the most emotional wreck of a group of words to have ever existed.

Masterlist <3

Izuku x Male!Reader - Delinquent

This feeling started during the UA Sports Festival.

You had been plotting to take the spot of one of the 1-A students this year and secure your future as a hero, much like Hitoshi Shinsou. Except, you picked Izuku out of everyone there to prey upon because he looked the kindest. He looked the weakest.

He had those big, green doe eyes like that of a baby deerling, and it made you irrationally angry.

You had so much hatred for the world around you. Your childish wish to 'become the best' and 'save everyone' faded over time, and the only reason you wanted to rise to the top at this point was spite.

Growing up, noone had cheered you on, or encouraged you to persue your interests. You were told that it's better to stick to what you know, and that dreams of the future were destined to be just that. Just dreams.

Over time, you had lost interest in persuing hobbies, or making friends, and had grown to be jealous of all of the kids around you that had what you couldn't get. It was a sinking, lonely feeling, that kept an iron grip on your heart.

It's not like you had some tragic backstory. You were just neglected, like a whole fucking lot of other kids out there. It just affected you in a slightly different way. It had made you bitter.

When you had gotten into UA High, that was when the imposter syndrome really hit. That must've been what drew you to Shinsou, one of your closest and first friends.

Once again, you were bitter about being put in some second rate class and pushed aside. It's like the world was purposely trying to tell you over and over again, that you're nothing special. You're replaceable at best. It had you absolutely livid.

So, naturally, you displaced your anger onto an unsuspecting target, Izuku Midoriya.

You took note of all of his weaknesses and his interests, and during the last stage, when the two of you were paired up for an individual battle, you tried your absolute best to crush his spirit.

You were jealous that he was so happy. That he was so completely perfect. He had a happy childhood and a strong quirk, and so, so many friends he could surround himself with. He had hobbies, and interests, and he was so fucking special that All Might himself was picking favourites. Oh yeah, you noticed that. It only fuelled your spite and hatred.

Underneath all of the brooding looks and big talk was just a little kid, throwing a tantrum at the world because "It's not fair! Why didn't I get what he did?! Why don't real heroes think I'm strong? Why didn't I get parents who love me?! He has friends, he has hobbies, he has dreams! Everything they said I couldn't have, he has in abundance!! Why not me?!!"

Recovery Girl would say something about needing to 'heal your inner child' or whatever the hell that means.

You tried so hard to crush Izuku, and if he were anyone else, it would've worked. You had learned from the best after all, how to crush a person's spirit. But no, apparently, he was special.

Every time you insulted him or told him harsh truths about every one of his dreams and interests, reciting things your parents had told you, he winced, and you couldn't tell why you hated to see it.

You spilled you heart to this boy unknowingly, your fight being a screaming match that noone but the two of you could hear over the clash of earth and Izuku's strength. You had sent boulder after boulder at him, moving the ground beneath him and wearing him down as much as you could, but he refused to give up, and your body started to tire.

'Oh. So that's why he's special. He's just not like me.'

Those were your thoughts as you were knocked to the floor, the world spinning around you as time seemed to slow to a stop.

He didn't give up when things got rough. But you did. You lay on the floor, taking in the sight of the clear blue sky, so close but so far away, the stands full with cheering onlookers disappearing into the background. It's all just white noise now.

You're absolutely gutted at the loss, and the only spirit left crushed was yours, while Izuku was filled with more resolve than ever.

He was just fundamentally better than you, then.

But that's not fair...

Your face was caked in sweat and blood and most definitely tears as you layed on the floor, barely conscious after Izuku's last attack. Your piercings, which had been a result of your boredom while fucking around with a needle, were literally pissing with blood, and your head was swimming in the pain that encompassed your body.

You barely even noticed when the mossy-headed boy had picked you up, carrying you to the infirmary bridal style.

What you said during your fight had struck a chord in his heart, like it had been plucked straight out, not because you had insulted besically everything he had ever loved or associated with, but because he could perfectly translate what you were saying into what you really felt now that he looked back on it.

You were just so angry, and scared and alone. He wanted to stay by your side. He wasn't pitying you. He was just trying to make friends with the guy who'd almost beaten him during their matchup.

That's what made you hesitantly accept his proposal of friendship when you had next awoken, though you gave him no shortage of side-eye.

Over the course of the next few years, the two of you had actually became real friends, best friends, and you had realised that the feelings you were developing towards him were a little more than just friendly. He had shown you what it was like to actually enjoy things, and have meaningful conversation, and he had helped you make more friends. You had fallen head over heels for him.

Because of him, you were doing better in your classes, and had actually started attending them again. You were picking less fights with random classmates. You had even started to study for written tests, instead of just leaving them blank. Izuku was, and is still so proud of you.

He had treated you like you were an equal, and you had let him into your fragile little heart. Now you were in love.

You had kept it a secret though. Izuku couldn't know that you were in love with him. You had no doubt in your mind that Izuku wouldn't treat anyone differently for being gay, but that's not what you were worried about. You just couldn't handle rejection. Your entire childhood and the years you spent craving acceptance proved that. But you were weak for the moss-top.

Everytime he would bat his eyes at you, or give you that world ending grin that literally set fire to every negative emotion you've ever felt in your life, your heart stuttered. He gave everything meaning.

So when you and Izuku sat in his room and he was once again studying the five piercings on your face, one on each side of your nose, your septum, your bridge, and one little stud at the corner of your lip, you learned in close to plant a kiss to his lips, which were so close to yours that you couldn't help yourself. You were a second away from dreading your fatal mistake until you felt him lean closer, not pulling away or recoiling from you.

The kiss deepened as you let a whimper slip past your lips, which he eagerly swallowed, taking charge of the kiss and pushing you down on the mattress so gently.

That was how you ended up where you are now, naked and writhing under a sweaty, breathless greenette who slowly grinds his hips to meet yours.

He moans as you buck your hips up, pushing him further inside of you as his cheeks flush and he pulls you close. Izuku holds you as you mewl and shiver, kissing you gently and making sure you're okay.

Once you're fully adjusted to the feeling of the intrusion you whine and claw at his back, being oversensitive as he pushes in and out again and again, chasing the pleasure that your wet warmth gives him.

"God- It feels so good- t-to finally get to do this with you... Hah- I love you~"

If someone had told you in the past that you would cry when losing your virginity to Izuku Midoriya, you would've laughed and probably beat the messenger half to death, but now here you are, sniffling and crying into Izuku's neck as he chuckles and runs a soft, but strong hand through your hair.

"I- I love you- Izuku!- Please-!"

Your moans fill the quiet of the room, the only other sounds being Izuku's soft breathing and the rain outside the window, while you and your lover interlock your hands and become one.

He reaches down to stroke your neglected skin, your back arching and drool running down your chin. Your thighs shake and this idiot chuckles again, letting himself move his pelvis a little harder and faster, his abs flexing and rippling with each little movement and reducing you to a little melted puddle in his firm embrace.

Oh, he knows exactly where your prostate is, and he's just teasing you at this point, but you don't even get the chance to huff in annoyance before he suddenly changes his mind, his thrusts becoming more intense and his heart set on bullying the little button inside of you.

He gets exactly what he wanted when you sob and release a steady stream of cum that doesn't shoot, but leaks from you and rolls down your length pitifully, tears running down your face while he reaches his own orgasm deep inside of you. His abdomen twitches and he groans so needily, pulling you closer by the waist in a way that has your eyes rolling back, feeling his hot seed filling every crevice inside of you.

God, he is special. He's everything.

[yondzone]

Jibaku Shounen Hanako kun relationship headcanons

Hanako, Nene, Kou, Teru, Aoi

Warning : none

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𝕾𝖔𝖋𝖙 𝕵𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖐𝖚 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖐𝖔-𝖐𝖚𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 🛐

𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖐𝖔

At first Hanako-kun wouldn’t stop flirting with you, he will tease you every day in hope that one day you’ll give him you heart

He know that is flirting makes you uncomfortable but he likes the way you blush so much that he will really do anything so he could see this face of yours everyday

Probably call you "darling" or "cutie pie"

He's not afraid of showing how he feels about you in public and keep screaming his love for you without shame

He is extremely needy and jealous by the way-

Here is our touchy and affectionate boy, he like no i mean he love hugging, cuddling, kisses or anything that means he is touching you (he needs love ok)

When you are the one this time who start things like taking is hand or telling him some kind of compliment, he will be the one to blush like a madman.

"you are handsome " 

Whole face red like a tomato he would hide his head in your hairs out of shyness.

𝖞𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖔 𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖊

Yashiro in a relationship would be extremely shy (afterall she his finally dating yay)

She won’t be the one to make the first move a the beggining of the relationship.

She is lowkey  scared at how you woul react to her being clingy, but when she feel comfortable enough with you, she his gonna tell you how much she likes you everyday.

She call you at time you less expect it lie 3am because she found out a scary story that she absolutely want to share with you if you disliked scary story before you will now be obligated to like them because you’ll hear about them quite a lot.

Gardening date!! it may not sound romantic like this but be sure that you will come to love them just hanging in the garden laughing together, what to you need more than her smile? I mean she is just so cute.

She blush so much when you hold her hand its adorable, she loves hugging and kissing but she is too ashamed to admit it.

She aslo like when you come from behind her and hug her like there is no tomorrow (she will also not admit it by the way)

Yashiro love holding your pinkie!

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖔𝖚

Minamoto is a super Jealous type bofriend (almost stifling sometimes)

 He will protect you with all his migth and mark you as his own clearly so that everyone can see and never forgot who you belongs too 

He is extremly worried and feel anxiety about you leaving him one day so he his carrying so that you too see how much he loves and care for you.

At first they were some difficulties with the relationship because he would be too direct and would easily hurt your feelings but he got better

When he gets comfortable he would tease you on a daily basis (but not as much as hanako)

He will call you ‘senpai’ to tease you bu im not talking about the cheerful ‘senpai!’ im talking about a ‘s-e-n-p-a-i’ to seduce you but he his a child so its difficult to be serious sometimes.

He love calling you "sweet" (a contrast from his delinquent reputation)

He may look rude to other people but trust me the face he make when you smile at him will holding his hand (or both) is so adorable that it could kill anyone on the spot.

Also, he found a hobby of cooking with you.

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖚

When you first started dating him is popularity was kinda bothersome and if you are an introvert you can be sure that the heinous gaze of the girl in crush with him was enough to make you anxious.

He is perfect to cool you down when you are being anxious or stressed about something he is just so composed that it’s almost unbelievable.

Don’t even try to hide something from him, he’ll find out what you are trying to hide from im in no time.

Don't like t when you give him compliment that much he prefer to give them, If you try to look down on yourself, his kind self will be no more, that will make him immediately angry, to him you are perfect and you shouldn't look down on his favourite person (after his sibling), you.

Now that you have a big place in his heart you can be sure he’ll do anything for ya

Kinda force you to do any homework you may have he takes school and your future very seriously.

He won’t say it because he fell ashamed about it but he truly love giving you piggyback ride

He does not like to use nicknames like sweetheart or love he just prefer to naturally call your name it makes him feel some sort of close proximity.

He started learning how to cook just to please you but won’t give you anything until he can make the perfect bento box for you

His eyes are automatically looking for you in a crowd and his passion is watching you when he is sitting in class watching you study, sleep or when having fun with your friend.

𝖆𝖐𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖔𝖎

At first she seemed oh so very kind and loving and the you discovered her true personality and when she told you that she just wanted people to loves her and asked you if you hated her now that you know about her true self while crying you really fell, literally, on your knees crying.

This sweetheart was in reality feeling so alone in the world and sad, fearful of her true self all those thing hidden being her sweet mask, in fact this permitted your bond to grow stronger.

Accepting each other the way they are and in your relationship you are both trying to liberate yourself.

Now making her express her real emotions and making her fears disappear became one of your top priority

You are the first person she feel like she can fully trust now that you gave her your acceptance

Sometimes her romanticism can be a little too overbearing and if you want to just have a calm and simple date it'll be difficult because she really want everything to be perfect.

At some point she started believing that she is still alive is because of you, you made her, she is alive for real now, hiding nothing in your presence.

So if it mean making you happy she’ll probably do anything.

On her way to school she loves picking one single flowers and giving it to you every morning.

Cant keep her hands from you hairs, in class she probably be seated behind you, listening to the class while braiding your hair and putting some leaves in your hair.

So that even when you are home you will think about her when you are trying to remove the leaves and undo the knot.

[theroomofreq]

can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest.  He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion.  She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

[animeomegas]

Omega!Narutoverse Future Family Headcanons

This is a compilation of my headcanons about future families for my favourite Naruto boys (excluding Kakashi who is childfree in my headcanons.) 

This is very long, so I’ve put most of it under a cut <3 Enjoy~

Naruto:  : 4 children – Son (omega), adopted daughter (alpha), twin sons (betas). 

Has his son about four years before he becomes Hokage.

His son is a huge daddy’s boy type and clings to Naruto every chance that he gets. 

Naruto never lets his role as Hokage take him away from his son any more than absolutely necessary. Does he take his son into his office? Absolutely. He puts down a little play pen on the floor while he works :’). 

His son loves cuddles so much and he is so gentle. 

He doesn’t like pranks though which makes Naruto a little sad but he would never do anything to make his little one sad. 

Male omegas can be identified from birth, so you both knew he was, but even if you didn’t it’s very obvious. He makes his own little nest next to Naruto’s but ends up crawling into Naruto’s for cuddles every time. 

As he gets older, he attends the academy, but he hates it so much. He reminds me a little of a young Itachi, a pacifist to the core. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone! He begs you and Naruto to let him attend the civilian school, and of course you let him. 

Naruto gets a lot of shit for allowing this from some parties *cough* the council *cough*. The Hokage’s children should be powerful ninjas according to them, but Naruto will always prioritise his children’s happiness. Naruto shields his son from the hate as much as possible, but some slips through.

 The transition is easier if you are a civilian, your son feels a little more secure if that’s the case, and he would consider following your footsteps depending on what you do. If you run a little business, he would definitely want to work with you. If you’re also a ninja he can feel left out and unsure, but he grows into such a quietly confident person, who starts a little business. 

Not being a ninja also means he can be there for his younger siblings. He is a dedicated older brother who is always there for them. He has a room for each other them at his house and loads of medical supplies for when they come back from missions injured and won’t go to the hospital. He always patches them up. 

All his younger siblings respect him so much. He is a very reliable person, and his siblings get so offended if they hear any anti-civilian talk from the ninjas they work with.

When Naruto is about a year into working as Hokage, he goes to visit the orphanage, a place that he reformed hugely as soon as he could. It’s so much nicer than it was and he’s so happy. 

But there is one girl that he sees there, and she’s being bullied by some of the other kids. At only three years old, Naruto’s heart breaks for her. Turns out that she’s being teased for being a female alpha. Times have changed a lot, but there are still some horrible stereotypes about male omegas and female alphas, even if those aren’t the norm anymore. 

He intervenes and wipes away her tears, uncomfortably reminded of his own stay at the orphanage when he was her age. He wraps up the visit and leaves, but he just can’t get here out of his head. 

He’s been wanting another child, but he’s still in a vulnerable position so early into being Hokage that he can’t afford the time off for maternity leave. 

Hesitantly, he brings up the idea of adoption to you, when you respond positively, he’s like great 😊, I have one picked already. 

It’s only about a fortnight later that you’re picking her up and bringing her home. At first, she is very shy and reserved but when she gets comfortable, you learn that she is the opposite. 

She’s very forthright and opinionated, she always says what she feels and stands up for injustice. 

Her favourite thing is to come home and tell you and Naruto about her day. She never leaves out any detail and has been known to demand to go and see Naruto while he’s working so that she can tell him about something that happened at school. 

Naruto ends up unwillingly up to date with all the academy drama. 

She’s quite serious and likes to have grown up conversations and sit at the grown ups table. 

She ends up attending the academy and she just thrives on all the history and politics lessons! She great at negotiating and learning about people. 

She makes strong friends and has a tight knit friendship group that she keeps all the way to adulthood. 

She ends up making Chunin pretty quickly but waits a long while before taking the Jounin exam. She ends up specialising in international relations. 

She works as an ambassador for Konoha and gets to travel around all the countries. She adores her job, but she does sometimes miss her family. Naruto gets sad when he sends her for long missions, knowing that he can’t come and see her for that time, but there’s no one he would trust more to act on behalf on Konoha and she always brings back souvenirs for everyone.

The twins are quite a bit younger than the other two. Six years younger than their older sister, and eight years younger than their older brother. 

In a better position now, Naruto wants to try for one final child. 

Of course, you get twins. 

It takes a bit of re-planning, but Naruto is overjoyed at the fact that he’s pregnant with twins! He gives birth to identical twin boys. You can’t tell from birth whether a baby is a male alpha or male beta, and they end up showing signs of being betas when they’re about 12.

These boys are little troublemakers, and Naruto rejoices and finally having some of his children who likes pranks like he does!

They excel at strategy and trap making when they join the academy but the oldest struggles a little with the more academic side. 

Naruto is so patient in helping him because he knows what it’s like to be a physical learner in an academic environment. 

They are the babies of the family and they get away with everything haha. 

When they end up graduating, they are put on the same genin team and they continue to work together for their entire careers. They are similar to Izumo and Kotestu. They know each other so well and both have complimentary skills, so they make a formidable duo on the battlefield. 

Naruto hates sending them on dangerous missions though. If they ever didn’t come back, I don’t think Naruto would recover, knowing that he sent them to the place that they died. 

These two also definitely take on a genin team when they first get promoted to jounin, and they’re great teachers! I can’t decide if they would have one together, or if they would have one each and compete in ridiculous challenges like whose genin team can get the most d ranks done in one day. 

They remind people of Kakashi and Gai in a lot of ways. 

Sasuke:  1 child – daughter (beta).

Sasuke has a daughter in his late twenties, after he’s had some time to deal with his trauma. 

He’s undeniably in a better place but he struggles badly with PPD, making the first year very difficult on your family. 

Eventually things get better though, and you work together to raise your daughter. 

She is wicked smart, very much into scholarly things, but she also loves weapons, particularly any sort of blade. Sasuke teaches her how to use a sword and they bond a lot over it. 

She’s pretty quiet and withdrawn, preferring to read a book or practice with her weapons than socialise. Sasuke tries to get her to make more friends but she calls him out on being a hypocrite and he’s so offended that he drops the issue. 

She does well in the academy but she lowkey hates going. She likes going more if either you or Sasuke are there to pick her up and walk home with her, she doesn’t like walking home alone because the Uchiha compound is so damn far away and isolated. 

When she awakens her sharigan when she’s a chunin, Sasuke has a pretty bad reaction. The sharigan isn’t associated with anything good in his mind, so he freaks out when his daughter activates it. You need to give him some time and support and he’ll come around. He’s the only one who can train her after all. 

Sasuke is so proud of his daughter when she makes Jounin, which of course, she does. I could see her taking on a powerful advisory role for the Hokage as a jounin.

She is someone who believes that there is a lot to learn from history, and is a great advisory asset in helping to avoid past mistakes.

Itachi: Canon = none / Non-massacre Au = 2 children. Son (omega), daughter (beta). 

Has a son shortly after you get married. 

Itachi is a family man through and through and can’t wait to retire from being a ninja (which he hates) to being able to raise his children full time. 

The day Itachi gets moved from the active list to the reserves list after he becomes pregnant is one of the happiest days of his life. 

His son is very responsible and serious. 

He likes to follow Itachi around and help him clean and cook and run errands. He always tidies up his toys and keeps his room clean, and he almost always behaves respectfully and sensibly. 

Itachi never forces him to do too much though, he wants his son to have a fun childhood like he never had. 

Itachi is over the moon when his son shows an interest in calligraphy, happy that his son is picking up a healthy hobby. 

He buys him all the supplies and gets him a teacher if he wants one. It warms Itachi’s heart to see his son interested in something other than chores for once. 

Despite the pressure from the clan for his children to attend the academy, Itachi puts his foot down for one of the first times in his life, saying that his children will only become ninja if they want to. 

His son does in fact want to attend the academy. 

Itachi kind of wishes he didn’t. 

Itachi’s son shows a huge proficiency for fuinjutsu, his calligraphy skills coming in handy. Seeing as the skill is so rare, he becomes one of the leading experts in Konoha. 

Itachi is very supportive and lowkey glad that his son is so powerful and can defend himself. Itachi is also very glad that his son can continue with his fuuinjustsu passion long after he retires from being an active ninja. 

Itachi hopes that safety net (producing seals for other ninjas and continuing to earn money from his hobby) will mean his son can retire whenever he wants and not have to worry. Rather than becoming stuck in the shinobi lifestyle.

Itachi’s daughter is born five years after his son, an age gap that was larger than he would have liked, but he had a pretty traumatic birth the first time around and he needed to give his body some time to recover.

Itachi puts a lot of emphasis on a loving relationship between his children, and his daughter adores her older brother so much! She follows him around and tries to copy him all the time, and he help her with homework and plays with her. 

It makes Itachi very, very happy to see them bond. 

Itachi’s daughter is a beta and has everyone wrapped around her finger from the moment she is born. 

She’s charming, well spoken, and polite but with a very sarcastic personality. 

She has a very similar sense of humour to Itachi actually. A sort of under the breath commentary style. Goodness help anyone who finds themselves opposing Itachi and his daughter. 

Academy teachers get put in their place so fast when they join forces, the teachers don’t even know what happened. 

As Itachi’s daughter joins the academy, she follows after her uncle and develops fangirls and fanboys… She’s very popular. Very popular. 

And she loves it. 

Itachi is not as fond. 

He is not above staring coldly at children for badgering his beloved daughter. 

When she grows up, she works as a ninja, favouring a more jack of all trades kind of style. She likes to learn a little bit of everything. 

She’s the same way with relationships too. She never gets married or mated, preferring casual relationships and has no interest in children, she lives her life doing whatever she wants with whoever she wants. 

Itachi is very proud of her, and secretly very amused when his clan constantly tries and fails to control her.

Shikamaru: 1 child – daughter (alpha)

Shikamaru has a child at about 25, and he knew from the get-go that he was a one and done kind of guy.

He’s not a fan at all of the infant stage and does not want to do it more than once. 

The Nara clan have a very high proportion of alphas, so Shikamaru kinda expected his child to be one. And lo and behold she was. 

His daughter is the spitting image of him in every way. She is the most mellow alpha ever. So much so that most people assume she’s a beta, and she doesn’t really care enough to correct them about it. 

She is also very close to her grandparents, who dote on her and spoil her as much as they can. 

She excels at school in the same way her father did before her, retaining average marks despite being miles ahead of most of her peers.

Shikamaru teaches her how to play shogi and all about the beauty of napping. She takes to them both like a duck to water. She is so much like Shikamaru that everyone comments on it constantly. 

Although, while she loves a good cloud gazing session with her father, she actually takes to creative writing as her favourite hobby. She uses a pseudonym to avoid attention, but she ends up writing a series of books that becomes one of the most popular book series in the shinobi nations. 

Shikamaru is so insanely proud that his daughter can have both a successful ninja career and a successful hobby/side career. He brags to anyone who knows her pseudonym constantly, including you and his parents. 

He also keeps a set of first edition, signed copies of all her books. He reads them when she’s away on long missions sometimes, as a way of feeling closer to her.

Shikamaru and his daughter remain incredibly close all their lives.

Shino: 1 child – daughter (omega)

Shino had a child slightly later than most of his friends, at around 34. 

Shino’s daughter is a very curious child! She’s quiet and withdrawn around strangers but very talkative with her family and close friends.

Her favourite place to be is on Shino’s lap. And when around strangers, she always hides behind him, or buries her face into his shoulder. 

Shino loves to spend time with his daughter outside. He teaches her all about insects and plants, leading her around the woods after when she can still barely walk. 

Shibi does the same with her, and those two are very close. 

Shino is fiercely protective of his daughter, and never forces her into doing things she isn’t comfortable with. He defends her right to be quiet and clingy, and it takes some convincing to get him to understand that she needs to make friends outside of her immediate family. 

When she cries for anything, Shino gives in straight away, as long as she isn’t wanting to do anything extremely dangerous. Because of this, she develops quite the sweet tooth, having had as many cookies as she wanted as a child. 

Shino’s daughter ends up teaching at the academy as a career chunin, because despite being shy around adults, she is fantastic with children, very patient and understanding. 

Shino is very happy with her choices, because he was a little worried that she would end up scarred from a shinobi career, and he hates any situation in which he can’t protect her. 

She has her own children pretty young, and Shino is just a good a grandfather as he is a father.

Neji: 2 children – adopted daughter (beta), adopted son (alpha)

Neji is about 30 when he decides he wants to try to have a baby. 

And he’s 32 when he finally comes to terms with the fact that he isn’t going to be able to conceive naturally because of the suppressant abuse he endured as a child. 

Then, tragically, one of the branch members of his clan dies giving birth. Her mate can’t handle the stress and dies shortly afterwards, leaving their two-year-old daughter and newborn son behind. 

Dying after a mate dies is not super uncommon but is much rarer in the cases where children are involved, so this exact situation doesn’t happen very often. 

His heart breaks for them and he is close to begging you to adopt them with him. 

And soon enough you have two children, siblings, and both Hyuugas like Neji. 

You would never forget Neji’s face when he held his children for the first time. He would never let them be branded with the seal that has impacted his life so much. He would sooner run away from the clan forever.

Neji’s daughter takes a little while to adjust to her new parents, still distraught and grieving over the loss of her previous parents. 

Neji understands and gets her a therapist, but he finds it difficult to watch his child suffer. 

The first time she crawled into bed with you and Neji after a nightmare, Neji cried because she was finally starting to trust you both. 

Neji’s daughter is a beta and when she recovers from her childhood trauma, she shows her true colours as a limelight lover! 

She loves acting and dancing and singing whenever and wherever she can. She plans little plays for you and Neji, sitting you down to perform them for you every weekend. Neji is very proud! 

But he doesn’t really know what to do when his daughter says she doesn’t want to be a ninja. 

He loves and supports her, of course, but he’s thrown off, not really expecting it. 

Eventually, he agrees to send her to a civilian school, and she immediately flourishes there, making so many friends, even starting a little after school performance style club. 

Neji is so incredibly proud when she makes it as a famous actress. He lowkey brags constantly to his friends. 

“Oh, your child just got promoted to chunin? How lovely. My daughter made more money this year than any chunin will see in their life…” Sips tea. 

Neji’s daughter is so glamourous and outgoing and famous, but she never forgets her family, and loves to spoil you, Neji and her younger brother with her money.

Neji’s son doesn’t remember his biological parents and fits into your family seamlessly from day one. As far as he’s concerned, you and Neji are his only parents. 

Just like his older sister, this boy is very extroverted, but rather than singing all the time, he talks. He’s the chattiest person you could ever meet. 

Introverted Neji isn’t 100% sure about how to parent such extroverted children, he just doesn’t understand that they don’t enjoy too much solitary activity time. 

He’s feels a lot better if you’re an extrovert, that way, he can have some alone time to recharge while you handle the children. 

If you’re also an introvert… well, let’s hope Hinata was serious about her babysitting offer. 

Neji’s son talks to everyone as I already mentioned, and adults think he is the cutest thing ever. 

As he grows up, he always helps old people carry their shopping, he helps lost children find their parents, he is basically the alpha every parent dreams of their omega child bringing home. 

He’s very charming and Neji is a lot less surprised when his son says he doesn’t want to be a ninja. 

Eventually ends up working in the orphanage. 

The children adore him so, so much, and he loves his job dearly. 

Neji brags about him too. 

“Wow, your child got top marks in the academy? My child was hand-making birthday gifts for some children at the orphanage when he was 11. He decided to do it all by himself…” sips more tea. 

Whenever she’s in Konoha, his older sister turns up and gives all the kids at the orphanage gifts. She’s like a fun, rich aunt for all of them. 

Neither of Neji’s children have children of their own, as they find their respective careers to be the most fulfilling thing for them.

Neji is a very proud father and is happy when his children are happy.

Iruka: None, or 2 children (he’s happy with either) – adopted son (omega), adopted daughter (omega)

Iruka would be happy with no children because he’s so dedicated to his work and his students, but he also adores children and wouldn’t mind having some of his own. This is an au in which he decides to have children. 

He adopts his son at age 27, pretty soon after the war, choosing to adopt an older child who has less of a chance of being adopted. 

A six-year-old omega with a bright smile and loud laugh, Iruka is immediately taken with him. The war had left many orphans, and it was hard on Iruka to walk around the orphanage, knowing he couldn’t adopt them all. 

Iruka throws as much love as he can as his new son, taking time off work to bond with him properly, making sure to scent him loads and get him used to his new family environment. 

Iruka is thrilled when his son shows a knack for pranks.

He plays the disapproving parent in public, but honestly, he loves it, as long as things don’t go too far. 

Iruka’s son is a very kind-hearted person, if a little rambunctious, and he also has a huge nesting instinct. 

You knew he was an omega when you adopted him, but it was very clear, nonetheless. He has a permanent nest in his room that he likes to chill in with his friends when they come over (he’s very popular with the other kids in his class.). 

When he gets a little older, he goes to the academy, walking to and from every day with Iruka, and develops a passion for medicine when he’s a genin. 

He has great chakra control and eventually ends up working full time at the hospital as an adult. 

He chose a similar path to Iruka, in that he works as a ninja but is primarily based in the village, rarely leaving on missions. 

He makes sure to come home for dinner at least once a week after he’s moved out, no matter how busy the hospital gets. 

Iruka is so proud that his son is so talented and selfless, that sometimes it makes him tear up. 

Iruka knows that he doesn’t want just one child. 

When his parents died, he was all alone and it was horrible for him, so he knows he wants to have two children, so that when you and him die, they’re not alone. 

Iruka is very ready to adopt again about two years after he adopted his son. 

Iruka found the adoption process so rewarding that he wants to do it again over having a biological child. 

He adopts a little girl this time, five years old and also an omega. When Iruka was meeting the children, this girl brought him a paper flower that she had folded as a gift and his heart just melted right then and there. 

She fits in perfectly to your family, your son adored her immediately! 

With three omegas living in your house now, you were very much outnumbered. It was a common occurrence to find yourself missing all your warm clothes, them having been borrowed and buried inside one of the three nests (minimum) nests in your house. 

Iruka’s daughter is a gentle soul, but she is also strong. She appears like an easy target because she is soft spoken and reserved but she has a strong sense of justice and always stands up for herself and others. 

When she’s young, she likes the idea of going into medicine like her older brother as she admires and looks up to him, but she doesn’t like the realities of the job very much. 

She’s great at chakra control, but the idea of wrangling disobedient, injured shinobi doesn’t appeal to her. 

Until one day, on her way home from a friend’s house, she finds an injured stray dog. She brings it home and begs you and Iruka to keep him. So, your family of four turns into a family of five, and she becomes obsessed with veterinary medicine. 

As an adult, she ends up working at the veterinary clinic in the Inuzuka compound. She is committed to helping as many animals as she can, with a particular soft spot for dogs. 

She also joins the rest of her family for dinners at least once a week. Iruka is so overwhelmingly proud that he has two medic children, because he knows how talented you have to be to do that. 

He is also very happy that both his children stay mostly within the village. The war made Iruka a little paranoid, and he doesn’t worry so much when his children are safe within the village walls.

Gaara: 2 children – daughter (alpha), son (alpha)

Gaara has his children the youngest out of everyone his age that he knows. He had his daughter when he had just turned 21, and his son five years later when he was 26. 

His daughter is Gaara’s sweetheart. 

He adores her so much and spends as much time as he can with her. He is so gentle with her and loving all the time. 

Gaara’s daughter is very energetic and playful, but also quite sensitive. 

She loves positive attention, loves to play with everyone who will engage with her. 

She’s a very family-oriented person and loves spending time with Kankuro and Temari when you and Gaara are busy. 

However, because you, Gaara, Temari and Kankuro always treated her so gently, she was quite sensitive to people being angry or shouting at her. 

Once, her teacher at school shouted at her for talking in class and she ran straight to the Kazekage’s office crying. Gaara was furious. He hates when his children cry, so much. He let her stay with him for the rest of the day to calm her down, sending you a message to let you know he was looking after her. 

Gaara’s daughter visited him constantly, often bringing little lunchboxes of food for him, learning to new recipes constantly. 

Trying to surprise him, she develops a great skill in cooking. 

She decides, in the end, not to follow the shinobi route. She opens her own restaurant in Suna, charming customers with her amazing hostess skills and phenomenal cooking. 

She allows all her family to eat for free, but they all pay anyway, because they love to support her. Gaara, especially, always leaves a huge tip for her and her staff.

Gaara’s son is born five years after his daughter, another alpha, leaving Gaara very outnumbered, with both his siblings, his mate and his children all being alphas. 

Gaara’s son is very quiet and tactile. 

He loves cuddles and hugs but doesn’t speak very much. 

He enjoys spending time with Gaara in Gaara’s nest, despite not having nesting instincts of his own. 

Gaara’s son is very close to you and Gaara. He always tells you when something is bothering him, and although he doesn’t speak much, he chooses his words carefully and they always mean something.

He actually excels at shinobi school, both in academics and in sparring, and moves up the ranks quickly. He spends a lot of time training with Kankuro and gets into puppetry. 

Even when he becomes a jounin, he spends time with Gaara in his nest, still loving physical affection. 

Gaara enjoys hosting family gatherings for everyone, his daughter cooks loads of dishes for it, his son makes sure to take time off missions to attend, and sometimes Temari drags Shikamaru to Suna as well to join them all. 

Gaara smiles more often than not now, feeling so proud of the life he crafted for himself, and the family he worked hard to create.

(Phew! That was a lot! I hope you enjoyed, let me know what you thought and send me your own headcanons!!! <3)

[cazimagines]

Hold on I still need you

Author's note: This was a request from anon, I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get to it but here you are. I hope you are also doing okay and have a lovely day. If you ever want to chat, any of you, my DM's are always free. I've also decided not to tag anyone in this fic as it deals with triggering themes and I don't want to tag people if it could potentially trigger them. Oh and if for some crazy reason you want to be even sadder I based the plot also on the song 'hold on' by chord oversheet so uh listen to that if you wanna be in the feels.

Synopsis: Request from anon: Can I request a sui*idal reader? Like they have thudding thoughts, the whole day her head is buzzing. Then they decide to do IT (you can decide how) and Zemo walks in and becomes heartbroken and floooooofff pls

Word count: 2k

Warnings: MENTIONS OF S*ICIDE, if you don't think you'll be okay reading it then please don't, your mental state always comes first, lots of angst followed by slight fluff, overdose

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Cross-posted to ao3 under the same username

They wouldn’t miss you

You’re just an inconvenience to them

He doesn’t care for you. It’s all a huge prank.

It would be better if you leave

You groan in anger, hitting your head slightly to get those thoughts out of your head, but no matter how much you willed it, they would not leave you alone. Each time you tried to resolve one thought, reflecting on reasons why they do like you, your mind instead found persistent reasons for why they didn’t. Every small thing they have done which seemed off weighted down on your mind. Especially Zemo. Why didn’t he kiss you goodbye this week like he had done other weeks? Your logical side tried to argue that he simply forgot, but your paranoia always got the best of you. There is more. There has to be more. Another reason for him to avoid you. To hate you.

You didn’t want to be one of those girls whose entire life revolved around their boyfriend. You had your independence, your responsibilities, your hobbies. But these days they seemed so bland. They didn’t excite you the way they once did. Things you did for fun now felt like a chore to you. Doing anything these days felt exhausting. You knew it was annoying Zemo by how much time you spent in bed, how you stopped organising dates. But how could you find the will to do anything when you were so exhausted of life? It wasn’t as if you wanted life to end for you; it was just that you needed a break from being alive.

If you thought about it, it was the best option, right? You would finally get your peace. Your friends didn’t have to pretend to care about you anymore. Zemo could move on to date someone he actually loved. He wouldn’t feel like he only dated you out of pity. This was the best outcome. It had to be.

One of the worst things was the last walk. Your footsteps echoed along the pavement as you walked to yours and Zemo’s house. It was almost as if everything was going in slow motion for you. The corners of your eyes were blurred as you just concentrated on the path ahead. The usual outside sounds were faded, muffled to you. Instead, that singular voice inside of you rang out clearly.

‘I’m going to do it,’

Just that, again and again inside your head, unrelenting. It was as if you were still trying to convince yourself to go through with it by repeating it. Your legs felt like stone as you forced yourself to continue to walk to your resting place. Your breath quickened as you approached the door.

Walking in, you were barely coherent. Zemo was still out. He should be gone for the next few hours. That’s plenty of time. You felt a pang of guilt in your heart as you thought about him. How would he react to seeing you? You didn’t want to think about it and thankfully if all goes to plan you would never would.

You manage to find yourself in the bathroom, locking the door behind you. By the window was the medicine cabinet. Stored full of many painkillers for the headaches Zemo often got. Often his past would come back to haunt him. Shakily your hand reaches up to grasp the door handle and open it up, your eyes focusing on all the orange pill bottles that cluttered it. You weren’t focusing as you reached to grab them, your hands instead accidentally knocking them to the floor.

Swearing under your breath, you rush to pick them up, feeling your eyes water up. Finally, you felt you had enough. Swallowing one last time, you open your mouth and down the hatched.

-

Zemo’s hands clutched the bouquet. The smell of sweet roses floating off them. Roses were typical, but always one of your favourite types of flowers. His hands gently graze against the box held in his trousers pocket. A reminder of the task that had been making him nervous for the last month. To propose. No matter what happened, the time had never felt right. He wanted it to be meaningful, for it to be special. After losing his last family, he wasn’t ready to let someone like you go away.

Still, he worried for you. Your behaviour had changed over the last few months and though he tried to ask you about it, you had always shrugged it off. It was nothing. You were fine. It wasn’t nothing. You weren’t fine, and he hated that you didn’t trust him enough to tell him the truth. That is why he was determined tonight was the night. He’d show you just how much you meant to him, and maybe then you would trust him enough to open up.

“Y/n?” he called out as he walked into the house. He’d taken the afternoon off for this moment, preparing it down to the tiniest detail, and finally, it was all falling into place. Now he had to just find you.

“Y/n?” he called out again

He paused, waiting for a response, but furrowed his eyebrows when none came. That was odd. You were always back by this time.

He started to walk around the house, checking in every room for you. As he found every room empty, his voice rose higher as he became more panicked.

Reaching the final floor, his eyes focused on the closed bedroom door, dread pooling into his stomach. The roses slip from his hand and the petals broke off as they hit the ground. His feet were already rushing to the door, his hands reaching for the handle, but no matter how hard he would push it wouldn’t give away.

“Y/N!” he shouted, hitting his fist against the wooden door in a desperate attempt that you might still be awake. He pushed his shoulder against the door with all his strength. The lock strained, giving crack to a single strain of hope for him.

He pushed his weight against it again, and then again, and finally; it broke. He stumbled, almost falling to the floor as the door burst open. He glanced around and his skin went cold as he saw you laying there surrounded by empty pill bottles. His legs folded as he collapsed beside you, pulling you close to his chest. His ears were ringing and his eyes were blurry as his fingers rested against the pulse in your neck, his head resting against your chest as he prayed for something, some sort of life.

A sob echoed from his throat, whaling coming deep from inside his chest. “Please,” he cried out, “Don’t you leave me. Not you too”

The tears streamed down his cheeks, falling on your pale, clammy skin. “Y/n” he whispered, his fingers still pressed against his pulse.

And then if by a miracle he felt it, hardly there, but he felt it, he’s sure he did. A beat.

He had already gathered your body in his arms and was racing you to the car. Ambulances would take too long. He had to get you to the hospital now. He was driving well over the speed limit but fines could easily be paid, your life couldn’t.

He swerves in and out of other cars, desperately trying to avoid any traffic, almost causing traffic by how carelessly he was driving. He could hear the cars honk at him, the expletives shouted, but none of that phased him. All that mattered was getting you to that hospital and thankfully, it paid off. He was at the hospital in a matter of minutes.

Grabbing you off the seat, he runs into the hospital holding you bridal style, screaming for help. The poor receptionist looked traumatised as she saw your ghostly pale head swinging as Zemo rushed towards the desk.

Quickly nurses had grabbed a hospital bed, and Zemo carefully placed you onto it. As they carted you away, Zemo grasped your hand, determined to follow you. He was instead forced to let go of you. He argued relentlessly to them that he needed to be there; he had to be there with you. Didn’t they know who he was? He got everything he wanted if he so asked but now he was forced into the waiting room along with everyone else. He couldn’t be with you, and it was killing him.

He paced around the room anxiously. People watched his stressed-out self as he ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up. Occasionally his hand would flicker down to his pocket where the ring rested and a lump would come to his throat. Every time a nurse came into the waiting room, he would instantly turn to them, hoping that it would be about you. But it wasn’t and so he was left with his thoughts again as he went over in his mind what he had done wrong for you to ever want to do that. It must have been something he did. The way he treated you. Something he said. The blame rested solely on him.

Finally, the nurse came in, looking for him. As soon as she said the words, he was rushing to your room. As he reached it, he burst through the door, his eyes focusing on the bed in front of him.

There you laid peacefully.

Asleep.

But alive.

The next few hours he spent sitting beside you, just staring at your peaceful face, his hand grasping yours. The nurses tried to get him to leave, claiming you would be asleep for a few hours, but he refused. He had to be there when you woke up. He couldn’t imagine leaving you to wake up on your own.

After a few hours, your eyes finally crack open as you awake. As your senses come back to you, you could feel something holding your hand. Moving your head slightly, you saw Zemo beside you.

As soon as you moved your head he perked up and a wave of relief washed over him seeing you awake.

“Y/n, oh thank god,” he whispers, squeezing your hand tightly.

“Zemo? Where am I?” You ask.

“You are at the hospital after you… well,” he trails off, the word getting chocked in his throat as he thought back to what happened.

Your eyes started to swarm with tears as you feel guilt wash over you, knowing what must have happened for you to end up here with Zemo.

“Zemo, I’m so sorry”

“Please don’t apologise, you don’t need to apologise” Zemo instantly says, sorrow deep within his eyes, “But please, tell me what I did wrong. I can’t lose you y/n, so whatever it is, whatever lead you to that tell me”

“Zemo, it isn’t your fault. You’ve been perfect, you always have been. It’s me, it’s all me. It was so stupid of me Zemo, I shouldn’t have put you through something like that”

His grip on your hand tightened as he leaned over to put his hand on the side of your face, making you turn to look at him. “Don’t say that. You are not stupid. Far from it. Now please, tell me the real reason”

You sigh, leaning into his hand. “I didn’t feel worthy of you. Of anyone. I’m tired Zemo, I’m so tired and you deserve someone who can give you their all. And that isn’t me. I don’t feel alright and I’m not sure if I ever will again”

Zemo’s thumb strokes your face in comfort as he looks at you before deciding to get up and get on the bed next to you, pulling you into a hug in the tight space you two had. “I love you y/n, if anything I do not deserve you. I understand how you feel and I know you will feel better in time, with help you will be. I will ensure you get the best help and will be with you every step of the way if you will have me”

He clasped you as you cried into his chest, his whispers of comfort and reassurance settling deep within yourself. You knew things would be hard; you knew you would doubt yourself again; you doubt him. But a part of you knew that with Zemo beside you, helping you, loving you. You could pull through.

A/N: If you made it to here I salute you for getting through the angst. Just remember you are never alone and if you are ever feeling in a bad way don't be afraid to reach out, I love you all 💕

[tohruhondaismydaughter]

Just had some headcanons about Machi pop into my head that I wanted to share with yall. So we know this poor girl struggles with "perfect"/neat things right? Well I was thinking about some healthy coping mechanisms she could develop to replace the whole 'breaking property/living in a dump' thing & here's what I got so far -

1. She always tries to wear odd socks (unless she's invited somewhere nice)

2. Ayame & Mine help her find cool asymmetrical stuff to wear, how to make clashing colours/patterns work for her & teach her how to sew up her old clothes in a more "punk rock" way (after Yuki & Kakeru explain some of her issues with perfection)

3. Tohru gently points out that she dosn't have to tie her laces the same way on both shoes if she dosn't want to

4. Haru & Rin (awkwardly on her part) teach her the power of acessorising (ie. wearing only one earing, putting on an uneven amount of bracelets/rings/necklaces, adding paper clips of different sizes & colours to your clothing & Machi later ends up adding stuff like buttons to her outfits/belongings as well which Haru & Rin are tottally surppotive of despite thier difference in style) & hair/makeup which (thanks to Yuki's advice) they make sure to keep slightly messy (Kimi laughed at it at first until Momiji made her feel bad after he told her that Machi had gone to the bathroon & wiped off all the make up & undid the hair style so Kimi bought her some limited edition Mogeta merch, after asking for Yuki's advice, in apolgey & started referring to Machi's new hair/makeup style as "punk chic" whenever anyone tried to mock Machi about her new look)

5. her & Momiji go on a crazy tie dying adventure (much to Hatori's grumbling & Mayu's amusement)

6. Kormaki gets her into collecting second hand fridge magnets which she then later uses in her work (my version of post-serise Machi is an artist) once the magnetism finally wears off

7. Kagura teaches her how to fix up old plushies (Machi likes creating Mogeta inspired characters) & gives Machi all her old cat ones to work on (Machi descides not to ask why Yuki's cousin was seemingly once obssesd with orange cats because she looks rather embrassed & a little sad when she hands over her collection)

8. Kyo reluctantly teaches her how to cook a few simple dishes (Tohru comes over as well & Yuki insists her food is better but Machi prefers Kyo's simple style of presentation so it's eventually descided that Kyo & her will do the cooking & Tohru & Yuki will deal with the cleaning which Yuki agrees to becuse cleaning is still difficult for Machi but Kyo says it's actually because no matter how much Tohru tried to train him rat boy knows he would never be able to do anything in the kitchen but burn water)

9. Kakeru teaches her the skills of 'excessive badge & sticker decorating' as well as giving eachother fake tattoos (Kisa congratulates Hiro on not saying anything rude to Yuki's girlfriend about her appreance after they first meet her)

10. Cuts her hair short (she delibretly makes it very choppy) once she enters university, where the rules are less strict about your apprence (at least it is if your at art college), & she also regulary wears diffrent coloured wigs (her favourites being a dark red one & a rainbow one) whenever she wants to temporarily change her appearance (beacuse she didn't want to commit to just one look, still wanted to have the ability to quickly "become invisable" again & she heard from Kimi that exsseive hair die-ing could permantly destroy her hair & scalp) it takes her until she's 30 to try out shaving all her hair off (she worried she'd look sick/crazy or not feminine enough) & everyone's really surppotive (though Kimi dose cry a bit, Rin & Haru aren't there when her hair is being shaved & Kyo is a slightly confused as he'd always thought women liked having longer hair then guys) especially Ritsu (who's growing out thier hair again) & they all throw her a big party (Haru & Rin are there for the party bit just not the hair removal bit because it brought up some bad memories) where Kakeru films it & posts it (with Machi's permission) & they give her cut off hair to a charity chosen by all thier followers (despite her disbelief Machi has manged to gain a small group of loyal fans from all her art stuff & her apprences on her loved ones social media), Kakeru also later uploads a video where they help Machi rainbow dye her buzz cut, (she later explores many diffrent types of buzz cut patterns such as flowers & geometric shapes but, at Kimi's insistence, gets them done by a professional)

11. She recycles & D.Y.I's like crazy (Momiji started singing Do Re Mi from The Sound Of Music after she told him that her new dress was actually made from curtains & Yuki cried when she gave him a little rat plushie made from felt, after he came clean to her about the curse)

12. She almost never wears an apron while working on her art because she likes getting messy

13. When her & Yuki go out to eat she loves things like fondoe (both the chocolate & cheese kind), eat N mess & is genreually just a fan of finger food & it becomes a tradition between her & Yuki (& later Mutsuki) to go on a stroll through the park after thier meal & (if it's autumn) look for piles of leaves to jump in (Machi & Yuki also like playing a game where they try to look for the weirdest looking leaf to give eachother & whoever wins gets to pick what they'll eat for dinner that evening & the looser has to cook it, Mutsuki is the "impartial" judge)

14. Machi is amazing at scrapbooking & collarge making (Tohru is more of a dream journal kind of girl)

15. When it's Summer her, Yuki & Mutsuki go down to the beach to see who can find the weirdest looking rocks (the less impressive ones often get used in Machi's art work, the coolest ones Mutsuki gets to keep & any that are too perfect get tossed back in the ocean & Mutsuki likes to score the splashes they make on how big/loud they are)

16. She loves helping Yuki out with gardening for lots of reasons (it's therapeutic & she loves seeing Yuki happy) but she can't deny it's also just fun getting muddy

17. Machi, thanks to Kakeru, devolpes a love of paint ball (but instead of using guns they just throw the paint at eachother like in 10 Things I Hate About You because apparently the gun pellets actually hurt) & will bring it up as an activity idea to her loved ones any chanse she gets

18. Decorates as much of her flat (& later her home with Yuki & Mutsuki) with Mogeta merchandise, random things she collects & her own art work as a big fuck you to her bitch "you have 0 personality/hobbies or talents" of a mother

19. Kisa (happily) & Hiro (reluctantly) introduce Machi to the magic of glitter

20. Machi & Rin eventually become proper friends due to bonding over being abounded by their asshole parents & one of the things they like to do together is work on thier seprete art peices while listening to music (Machi dosn't do any of her "aggressive" art, like plate smashing, around Rin though thanks to Yuki & Haru warnings)

21. When stuff gets to be too much & none of thier other coping strategies are working (like watching Mogeta stoned- which Kisa, Tohru & Momiji do not partake in) Machi & Haru bond by going to rage rooms together to destroy shit & scream (Haru obviously dosn't want Rin around for any of that though so Momiji, Tohru, Kagura or Hana will often take the opportunity to hang out with her, one time Yuki offered & it wasn't bad but it was definitely awkward as they had never really hung out without Haru before & Haru teases her for ages afterwards about her ending up liking Yuki once she actually spent some time with him which, like the precious tsundere she is, Rin will forever deny)

22. (I actually made a whole seprete post about this ages ago but now it seems to have vanished so in case other Machi fans are unable to find it l'll add it here) on the days that it's supposed to snow but dosn't Yuki takes her (& later Mutsuki) skating so she can enjoy scratching up the perfectly smooth ice (they would have gone on double dates with Tohru & Kyo if Tohru wasn't freaked out at the idea of having blades on her shoes & Kyo hadn't claimed to "not trust" ice, he's dislike comes from all the times Kagura had forced him to ice skate with her on the lake near Kazuma's place in the winter when they were kids, so they would instead go with Haru & Momiji - they had thought about going with Haru x Rin & Kakeru x Kormaki once but he proudly revealed that he'd been banned from thier local ice rink years ago for trying "perfectly safe" Olympic level stunts in he's attempt to recreate one of he's favriote episodes of Power Rangers, much to he's fiancee's anger, & Machi reminded Yuki that though Haru & Kakeru were fine with eachother Rin isn't reall able to stand Kakeru for longer than 5 minuites)

[wolf-and-bard]

The Geraskier Soccer Parents AU of my dreams (in an early morning strike of weird-brain):

-Geralt knows he isn't the best dad ever. He tries so goddamn hard, but his job is demanding and consumes so much time and even with Ciri being seven already, he still has essentially no clue what he's doing. He sometimes falls into bed, half-dead, and she is the one to give him a good-night kiss. He sometimes forgets she prefers cheese and puts ham on her sandwiches. He is sometimes too happy to have her sleep over at her friends rather than invite them to their house. He doesn't read her all the children's classics, doesn't go trick-or-treating with her, doesn't even pretend Santa Claus is a thing. He isn't the best dad ever. He tries.

-There is one thing he never, ever fails to do and that is take Ciri to soccer practice. Ciri picks up and drops hobbies, interests, even tastes by the week, still unsure what she wants to pursue, but soccer isn't only her favourite pastime, it's theirs. Practice is twice a week and they have a ritual for it. Geralt picks her up from school and drives her there, she tells him about what the dumb boys in her class said, how her art project is going etc. Geralt is there throughout practice, tucked in between Foltest - a guy who is constantly worried for his daughter Adda to get hurt and also very much anxious for her to do well - and Tissaia - a woman who has not one, but three girls in Ciri's age group and several more in others, and knits like a magician - and watches. He takes notes, silently cheers for Ciri.

-After their games and while Ciri changes, Geralt chats with her coach Vesemir - who used to be Geralt's coach, but now prefers to train the girls' teams - about the progress of the team, upcoming tournaments etc. Sometimes when Vesemir is indisposed, Geralt even leads the practice. When Ciri is all done, Tissaia usually has another hat or mitten finished and Geralt and her drive with their girls to whatever food place the girls are in the mood for. They have an early dinner in which Tissaia lectures the girls on their form and in which Ciri is sometimes allowed to sit on Geralt's lap - but only if Fringilla or Yen don't tease hear about it - but in which she definitely gets to steal his milkshake (Geralt hates milkshakes). Geralt only praises her when they're back in the car and Ciri tells him he's too much of a softie with her and should be more like Tissaia. Should maybe marry Tissaia. They both laugh because that is never going to happen.

-Life is good that way. It's not perfect, it's not without bumps, certainly not without tears and scrapes, but whatever the job, whatever injury Geralt carries with him, however long he has to drive, he never, never ever misses soccer practice.

-The season's just kicked off in the year of Ciri's eighth birthday when Geralt and her arrive early on the field to find the stands empty save for a girl in the most ridiculously colorful excercise clothes and blond hair that is braided intricately around her head. With her is a man, maybe five years Geralt's junior. Ciri bolts towards them with a bright grin and Geralt is hesitant to follow. He knows neither the girl nor the man, but from what he can gather she wants to join the team which is just what they need as they're one girl short this season. "Hi, I'm Ciri, I adore your braids." Geralt holds back on the eye-roll. It's nice Ciri can make friends this easily, but his house already is a shrine for role-playing and board games, dolls and random DVDs and another friend means more things Ciri will want to try out. "Thank you," the girl replies and tilts her head to better show them off. "My uncle Jaskier braided them for me, I'm sure he can do yours too." Both girls look up expectantly at the man and Geralt only really notices him then. He is averagely built with bright blue eyes and an even brighter smile. His floral print shirt has three open buttons and his pants barely reach his ankles. He has the look of a flippant music teacher or a hipster coffeeshop owner. His eyes meets Geralt's and, wait, did he just wink? "I'd love to, dear," he says in a smooth voice that absolutely does not go straight to Geralt's guts. Geralt turns on the spot and decides to pressure check the balls, but he can hear the others giggling as Jaskier braids Ciri's hair. "I'm Priscilla by the way. What's up with your dad?" - "Oh, don't mind him, he's bad with meeting new people." - "Very intense." That's Jaskier. Oh, Geralt will show him intense.

-Ciri invites them to their after-practice dinner. Geralt wants to begrudge her that, but she and Priscilla have latched onto each other in record speed and Jaskier actually fights Tissaia on some of her more strict stances and he braids Yen's and Sabrina's hair too, only Fringilla doesn't want him to touch hers which he respects. Geralt and Tissaia glance at each other. Come to a silent agreement. They may not befriend Jaskier, but he's sunny and so good with the girls and they can use someone like him among their ranks, someone who doesn't have Calanthe's tendency for swear words or Crach's tendency to break out beer in the middle of practice or even Nenneke's tendency to relate everything to the workings of god.

-Jaskier is as faithful as Geralt, perhaps the only one who shows up every time without fail. Shani's parents only drop her off and Crach switches between  Cerys' and Hjalmar's practices and Tissaia sometimes texts Geralt to pick up her girls. Jaskier is there, every time, earlier than any of the others. He chats with Vesemir about his day-to-day, brings home-baked cookies for everyone, he cheers and whoops and tries very hard to understand soccer even though it's evident he doesn't. Geralt never wonders why it's him and not Priscilla's parents that come, it's none of his business. He begins to tolerate Jaskier, but he knows that is where he has to draw the line. He has his hands full with Ciri and his job and his brothers too. He can't afford friendships that extend beyond the field.

-Jaskier doesn't let him off though. He always takes the spot next to Geralt (technically an improvement over Foltest's sweaty visage) and prattles on and on, at least until the game begins. When it does, Jaskier divides his attention between the girls and the stack of paper on his lap which he annotates during practice. It's often either sheet music or the illegible scrawl of pre-teens or wonkily drawn instruments. Jaskier already told him, but from that too it is obvious that Geralt's hunch was right, he is a music teacher. Geralt finds his eyes darting to Jaskier's long fingers, nimble and calloused from the various string instruments he plays. Finds himself glancing at where Jaskier's tongue peeks out in concentration. He listens to the man's ramblings and hums his replies and comes to dislike the days when Vesemir isn't there and he has to focus all his attention on giving the girls a good practice. Not that he doesn't want to, it's just that having Jaskier at his back unnerves him.

-(Jaskier for his part doesn’t care at all about soccer, but he cares about Priscilla so he convinced her parents to let him take her; after that, she said it would be fine if he dropped her off and picked her up again, but Jaskier pretends he is super invested in the sport and the team and he is, but mostly he’s invested in charming Geralt)

-After an entire season of mutual pining and obliviousness, Tissaia decides she's had enough and rallies the other parents. She has Foltest organize a big party at his country house, has Nenneke promise to look after the girls (the woman doesn't drink) and has Crach whip out the finest spirits he has in storage. Calanthe makes a phenomenal playlist and it's Tissaia's job to get Geralt to the party (Jaskier's not a problem) and dress up nicely. Only Aridea, Renfri's stepmother, refuses to pitch in, but she's been a bitch anyway.

-When Geralt picks up Jaskier at his downtown flat he has to grip the wheel of his rover hard in order not to short-circuit. Jaskier has done something to his hair that Geralt can't name but that makes him go woozy inside. He wears a plain shirt that compliments his eyes and hugs his body just right and he looks high on life with color in his cheeks and the most dazzling smile. He's gorgeous. "Darling, don't you look dashing," Jaskier says excitedly and props his feet up on the dashboard, only after kissing Geralt on the cheek. Which is not fair. "Likewise," Geralt mutters, then blushes furiously. He didn't want that to come out, oh no. Jaskier either didn't hear or acts like it and they drive in silence to Foltest's country house. Well, aside from the songs Jaskier hums under his breath, some new composition no doubt.

-At first, Geralt thinks it's a nice enough party for someone who doesn't like parties. Foltest's grilling burgers, they all have cocktails, the music is mellow. Not that that stops Jaskier from swirling an already quite drunk Calanthe over the terrace in dazzling moves. Geralt wants to be swirled like that. "You really have it bad, don't you?" Crach comments when he notices Geralt staring. Geralt downs his beer (he's no cocktail drinker) and tries pointedly not to stare at how Jaskier's swinging his ass around.

-The buzz makes it easier and he relieves Foltest at the barbecue for a bit. But then Jaskier walks up to him, a little short on breath and grinning his most flirtatious little grin. It gives him fucking dimples. Sigh. "Hey you big strong man," Jaskier says. He smells like pineapple and coconut, but isn't even a little drunk. "Jask," he says, pointedly flipping a burger. "Foltest says he has an old karaoke machine in the shed, but it's too heavy for me. Help me?" - "...fine." Geralt gestures for Foltest to keep up with the meat and he and Jaskier make their way along a garden path that winds through thickets and by a small pond. The shed is painted blue and white and Geralt and Jaskier find it very much cluttered, but not dirty which is nice. Geralt only understands it's a trap when it's already sprung on them. The tiny click of the look is almost inaudible over Jaskier's anxious commentary of their search for the machine. There is only one small window and no light Geralt can see. Fuck.

-"Ehm, Jaskier?" he reaches out and gently touches Jaskier's shoulder which has the other man yelp and jump. Which doesn't bode well for what Geralt has to tell him. "I think we're trapped." The effect is immediate. Jaskier goes rigid, his breath catches. Is he afraid? Claustrophobic perhaps? Shit, so he can't be in on the joke. "Jask?" - "Geralt. I know we aren't the closest, but I need you to hold me right now." And he launches himself at Geralt. Maybe he is in on the joke? No, he's trembling too hard for that. Geralt catches him and does as asked. "I am absolutely going to die," Jaskier whines into Geralt's neck and Geralt can't help a small chuckle as he rubs Jaskier's back soothingly. This is... surprisingly nice for a trap. Also likely Tissaia's doing. Geralt has a rare idea. "What if I distract you until someone finds us?" he murmurs against Jaskier's hair and Jaskier draws back a little. In the half-dark his eyes glisten, widen when they meet Geralt's. "You would?" - "Close your eyes, Jaskier." Geralt feels a surge of daring, perhaps granted by the intimacy and seclusion of the situation. He catches Jaskier's lips with his own. When they part, Jaskier grins, shaking from something other than fear. "I thought you didn’t much like me," he whispers. "I thought I got on your nerves." - "Idiot." They kiss again and, faintly, Geralt can hear someone cheer from outside.

[thedragonnerd]

Rayaari headcanon - let's get magical with a Hogwarts AU

(suggested by the lovely @tigerlillyruiz !)

As a diplomat, Benja's new job posting brings him and Raya to the UK. She's frustrated by the move, trying to persuade him that she can continue to live at home, and simply portkey in to see him on the weekends rather than go to a British boarding school. But he insists she is too young to be living in a different country, and so she must accompany him.

Therefore, Raya attends Hogwarts with great reluctance and annoyance. She's the only new sixth year, and watches in horror as the House 'sorting process' takes place in front of the entire school. Once the tiny first years and small handful of second to fifth years have had their turn, she hears a prim voice call out her name, and shuffles slowly up to the stool.

Once the hat is dropped unceremoniously onto her head, she hears a small voice in her ear. 'I can see a lot of potential here...you would thrive in any of the Houses. Loyal to your loved ones, an eagerness for knowledge, ambitious in your success, brave in your heart.'

Raya thinks fondly of the few times she's gotten into scraps with boys her age who had dared insult her friends, and thinks that bravery could suit her quite well. 'That's not quite the bravery I was referring to,' says the voice in an amused voice. 'But very well, you will find yourself in...GRYFFINDOR!'

Raya finds both her new Housemates and the rest of the people in her year agreeable enough, but it is difficult to fit in, when most people have literally grown up together. However, several Gryffindors do manage to include her in some 'back to school' illicit parties.

A week into being at Hogwarts, Raya walks into the library, and her gaze ends up falling across a table in the far corner. 'Oh wow,' she thinks, observing one of the prettiest girls she's ever seen sitting there. And then: 'oh shit.' Raya ends up demonstrating just how brave her heart can be by walking up to the table, clearing her throat awkwardly, and then introducing herself to this mysterious girl.

Namaari turns out to be a Ravenclaw from the same year; they even share some classes on the timetable, although Namaari admits to sitting at the back of the class, so Raya's never managed to notice her before. She's surprised to find Namaari's mother Virana is a diplomat also, although Namaari has been at Hogwarts for so many years that she speaks English with a well-practiced accent.

They become close friends instantly. Raya likes to send little charmed messages during class, with funny doodles on them. Sometimes they succeed in eliciting a chuckle from Namaari, who will then duck her head to hide from the teacher.

Raya eventually has a wider group of friends made up of students from all the houses, and occasionally they sneak around the castle after dark, mainly because they're wanting to hang out in each other's common rooms. Namaari is one of Ravenclaw's prefects, and Raya's friends quickly learn to push Raya to the front of the group whenever she catches them in the corridors after curfew. Namaari can't help but let them off with a warning whenever she sees Raya's puppy eyes.

Raya's favourite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts, although she also enjoys Potions - she's done years of helping her Ba with his brewing hobby. Namaari loves Transfiguration, the technicality and preciseness of the subject suiting her well; her favourite however is Care of Magical Creatures, since she absolutely adores every animal she meets.

Raya was one of the star athletes in Quidditch at her old school. Everyone assumes she would play seeker, being petite in build and fast at moving. But she is an excellent beater, finding it a thrill to move aggressively, and cathartic to be able to hit the bludgers as hard as possible. She tries for the Gryffindor team, and they are happy to accept her.

Namaari has no interest in sports, but will be in the stands at every one of Raya's games, cheering her on even if she's battling Ravenclaw.

Whenever Raya finds herself in the infirmary from a Quidditch injury, Namaari will join her for meals, for homework, and for any other spare time. She even sneaks in after hours sometimes, to nap next to Raya, knowing her friend hates to sleep alone.

When Namaari finds herself in the infirmary from an injury during her extracurricular work with magical creatures, Raya freaks out, unused to being on the other side. Instead of sneaking in, she's allowed to just remain, causing too much of a headache for the nurse otherwise.

In seventh year, Raya lives up to her brave heart, and confesses to Namaari that she likes her more than just as a friend. Namaari is relieved - she's been trying to drop hints for weeks, to see if Raya felt the same.

When they graduate, Namaari goes to work at a prestigious dragon sanctuary in Vietnam. Raya follows her there, refusing to be separated by portkey, and joins one of the top Quidditch teams.

After fifteen years of being at the peak of her career as a beater, she retires (to Namaari's relief, considering the number of injuries she's had), and focuses on training the next generation.

The young children are already in awe at being mentored by a world-famous Quidditch player; they are even more impressed when they see Coach Raya's dragon-expert wife turn up, her arms muscled and covered in scars.

Raya avoids telling them that most of the scars are from Namaari's bad habit of being accidentally injured whenever she gets too close and affectionate with injured dragons.