#he look so friendly and cute and sweet <3333

[lokissweater]

hey i really really love your fics and the way you write youre so talented! ive been searching for a virgin!yuji x virgin!reader for so long and my life would literally be urs if you wrote this. if not no worries, i totally get it.

sending love! - anon

OH THIS IDEA IS HOOOOTTTTT AND U BEST BELIEVE IM ALL OVER IT!! thank you for your sweet words and for sending in a request!! i hope you like it!! :] <333

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oh my god, pretty!

{yuji itadori x f!reader}

summary: your relationship with yuji was semi new and cute, you both absolutely adoring the fuck out of one another since the moment you met. one thing you have in common though? you’re both loser virgins with absolutely no experience whatsoever, and on one night where you’re both innocently cuddling on the couch watching a movie— yuji goes NUTS.

warnings: MDNI. college!au, afab!reader, SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it ya’ll), accidental creampie LOL, yuji is a little perv, smut with barely any plot she goes straight to the good stuff, cursing, pet names, fluff, FILTHYYYY this is filthy, all characters are aged up.

word count: 3.9k

authors note: PHEEWWWW THIS ONE HAD ME MEOWING LIKE A KITTY CAT AND I HOPE YALL MEOW WITH ME!!! thank you for your support always, that is an absolute given, i love you and i love you forever. MWAAAHHHH <3333

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“are you okay baby?”

no you were not.

because yuji was in a black tight compression tee and pj’s while you both were watching a movie together and cuddling on your living room couch, the sleeves of his shirt accentuating his biceps and the rest of it squeezing over his pecs and torso, the brightness of your tv illuminating all of his sharp handsome features that had you gnawing at your nails in a nervous fit— him looking at you with pinched eyebrows.

yuji and you had just started dating a couple of months ago— his lively overly friendly personality winning you over without really much effort at all, and your genuine sweet one catching his heart the minute he saw you come into one of his lectures last year, looking soul killingly beautiful and radiant, the both of you befriending each other quickly as your interests aligned.

and you started hanging out on and off campus a lot more frequently after that— gradually falling more and more in love until yuji finally gathered up his jumpy nerves and asked you to be his girlfriend.

there was a problem though.

neither of you had had sex before, or had done anything in between the lines with other people before you got together.

it was the first thing that yuji worried about when he first started dating you— embarrassed and afraid that you would think he was a big fat loser with no game and that he would potentially run the risk of losing you, you maybe preferring a man of experience to match your own needs.

but when he admitted that to you, and when you shook your worried little head and told him you were in the same exact boat as him, he was fucking elated— his apprehensions crumbling down like a landslide and replaced instead with the giddiness of getting to do stuff with you for the first time ever, and him being the man (the only man ever he hoped) to get to do it to you.

but then there was another problem.

neither of you seemed to want to start anything, the both of you hesitant and scared because of your lack of experience— petrified of humiliating yourselves if one of you tried and pathetically failed at it or did something incorrectly.

“mhm! fine.” you smiled sweetly, your calm voice a completely different contrast to what was currently happening inside your reeling fuzzy brain.

you had both definitely talked about it, the subject of intimacy. but it was always something that the two of you reassured each other would happen eventually when you were both ready, that there was no rush— choosing to brush the subject off like it was nothing.

except it wasn’t nothing. it was never nothing. and you were both way past fucking ready, especially yuji, him practically ripping apart at the seams with horn dog need anytime he saw you wear those little skirts that you like so much, or whenever you’d straddle his lap during one of your daily makeout sessions— his hands literally trembling over your ass in attempts at being respectful of pretty ol’ you, settling for placing them on your upper back instead.

and you would internally pout, disappointed, because you always without fail noticed all of this yet you were too shy to mention anything or do something about it on your own.

“you sure?” he asked softly. “you look like you’re thinking about something.”

he raised a hand and gently poked your cheek repeatedly with his index finger, a silly smile on his face. “tell me baby tell me baby tell me baby—”

you giggled, “i’m okay! just zoned out.” you pushed his finger away, leaning up and pressing a quick shy kiss to his cheek that made him instantly flush pink in return, a wobbly smile spreading across his face.

in the midst of you retreating back to your previous position, yuji caught your chin with his fingers and turned you to look at him, your cheeks blushing as he stared at you with lovesick dreamy eyes.

“can we— um.” his gaze flickered to your lips. “can we make out.”

your eyes widened slightly and your hands grew clammy fast, cheeks buzzing as you stared back at him.

since making out was the only thing you both properly conquered, it happened almost every single time you saw each other, the act practically filling in and making up for the more lewd exchanges you both were missing out on, your kisses always sloppy and messy but heated— though each time it came around to it you were often just as nervous as the first time.

“s—sure!” you stammered. “you don’t have to ask me yuji… you can just— y’know… do it..”

he bit his tongue, your timidness for some fucking reason sending a shock of arousal through his veins and straight down to his dick as he tried his best to swallow it and not make it obvious for you.

“okay!”

he brought your face closer then and kissed you, a solid one at first, until you slowly parted your lips and ushered him in, deeper, your body moving closer to his on its own as he immediately responded with placing a hand on your leg to throw it over his lap, your mouths wet and slippery as he properly settled you to sit on him.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, the movie drowned out completely in the background as a sequence of lip smackings echoed throughout the room, yuji’s hands on your upper back like always as you continued to make out… until you felt a little stinging cramp in your knee— moving your hips a little bit to readjust, utterly unaware of how you accidentally applied pressure over yuji’s crotch as he sucked in a breath through his nose and pulled away.

“fuck don’t do that baby don’t do that.”

you froze, hands quickly retracting back to your chest. “what? what do what?”

“oh—” he froze, eyes wide and cheeks pink as his mouth opened and closed like a fishy out of water.

he couldn’t possibly tell you why, not wanting to scare you away by admitting that you grinding down on his crotch like that made his dick jerk and mind haze in the most filthy and perverted way imaginable, feeling like he wanted to dig himself a big fat grave of horny shame to throw himself into as he watched your pretty eyes look at him the way that they were, wanting that same look but underneath him instead—

your bent knee cramped up once more and you hissed, moving your hips again except this time harder, yuji’s eyes flying open as the grip around your upper torso tightened, a strangled whiny hum escaping his throat.

your eyes snapped to his at the sound, now feeling something hard poking your clothed pussy as your brain finally put fucking two and two together, your hand slapping over your mouth in embarrassment at what you did and over your stupid delayed realization.

“oh! yuji i’m so sorry i— i didn’t realize—”

he shook his head rapidly, his cheeks and ears red as he shakily smoothed his hands over your hips comfortingly.

“no baby! don’t be sorry it’s okay!” he quickly kissed your forehead. “i—it’s me… it’s not you at all…”

but there was something else behind his eyes, something you couldn’t quite pinpoint as he just stared at the place where your body met his crotch, hands slowly gripping your hips tighter in a certain way and… and actually moving you now in a certain way that made you promptly realize he was grinding you against him, pleasure quickly twitching at your clit in response as flat hands flew to his chest to stabilize yourself.

“what— what are you doing?” you stammered, your chest heaving a little.

“s—sorry!…” he mumbled, eyes still trained to the same area. “it just— felt kind of good… so..”

yuji peered up at you, a cautious look on his face as he eyed you curiously with his pinky cheeks bright— hesitantly indulging in his overwhelming sick need for you, as simply making out was just not cutting it anymore ever since he got a taste of how something like this could feel a couple of seconds ago.

and your thoughts were identical to his.

timidly, you slid your hands up slowly to rest back on his manly shoulders, the rough material of his compression tee under your fingers making you literally squeeze your hole around nothing, eyes nervously darting around his face.

“o—okay…”

his hand came up to brush some of your soft hair over your shoulder, his thumb moving in to caress gently over your hot cheek.

“can i… can i do it again?”

you shakily nodded, and he gripped your hips again before moving you just like he did before, your crotch coming down to meet his slowly and cautiously as your mouth partially hung open at how good it actually felt, yuji staring at your expression with blown out pupils and nearly drooling over it.

but he wanted more, his hands moving you then to grind on him a little faster, his hips coming up to meet yours at the same time as you shyly met him halfway— quick and stuttery until all of a sudden you were full blown humping into each other like rabid dogs, your tiny whiny moans setting him the fuck off as he captured your lips again to make out with you, fearing if he let you quietly moan like that for his ears to selfishly drink up that he was going to end up busting in his pants.

“y—yuji…” you whimpered in between kisses.

“yeah baby?” his husky voice sent another electrical shock of ecstasy through your body, your fingers gripping his shirt in tiny fists as you didn’t even know what exactly you were pleading him for.

but he knew.

he wrapped his arms entirely around you and moved so that you were laying flat on your back now, yuji in between your legs as he kissed you sloppily while grinding himself back on you again, him literally mimicking how it would be to fuck you as you squeezed his biceps for support, your thin pajama shorts feeling his hard cock bulging from his pj pants and rutting against your cunt desperately with every hump.

yuji, literally trapped in a dimension of arousal and nasty fucking thoughts of you with every moan that slipped past your puffy soft lips, had him reaching and tugging down on the waist band of your shorts like an animal, your baby blue panties with a little ribbon bow in the middle making him nearly choke on his spit.

your hand quickly came to clasp around his wrist, stopping him.

“y—yuji my parents! i don’t know if we should—”

“oh fuck—” he whispered, looking up to the top of your staircase and down where your parents were sound asleep, gnawing so much on his bottom lip in cock blocked agony that he accidentally drew blood.

and you didn’t know why, but the urge was unforgiving as you reached up and cupped his hot sweaty cheeks, pulling his face down as you stuck your tongue out and licked over his bleeding lip.

yuji stared, eyes wide, before he let out a low guttural grown and shoved his face into the crook of your neck.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck—”

you were fucking killing him.

he rolled his leaky cock slowly into you again, his shoulders trembling at the cold feeling of his wet boxers that were literally covered in pre cum the moment your pretty plush thighs sat over his lap, you speaking up.

“m—maybe—”

he pulled back fast.

“yeah?”

“maybe if you just— look. that… that should be fine, right?”

“yeah yeah!” yuji’s invisible tail was practically wagging over your words. “look uh huh! just look baby.”

you bit your lip, slowly reaching down and tugging as both of yuji’s hands went flying down to help you, pulling them over your thighs and down to your ankles before setting them behind him on the couch with a soft thud.

you kept your thighs closed, shy and timid as you realized yuji hadn’t seen you like this yet… your cheeks flaring in embarrassment as he pulled your knees apart and gawked at the vision before him, yuji looking at you like you had built the entirety of rome by yourself with your bare hands.

you hadn’t noticed yet, but your panties were drenched— a patch of wet spread over your lips that literally outlined the anatomy of your pussy to a t, leaving little to the imagination as his eyes stayed locked on your clit in a complete trance.

“oh my god, pretty!…” he murmured, his index finger coming down to softly touch and rub your puffed up clit over your panties, you squeaking in response and slamming your thighs closed again.

“sorry! sorry!” he sputtered, frantic as he came down to peck little kisses on your cheek apologetically, your eyes shut, bashful. “did that hurt? i didn’t mean to i’m sorry—”

“n—no!” you shook your head and slowly peeked your eyes open. “it didn’t… just felt s—sensitive.”

his shoulders relaxed in relief, nodding, his eyes widening in delight when you spread your legs back open for him again, your panties literally stuck slick to your pussy at this point.

yuji’s fingers pressed against your folds, him wanting to just feel the way your little wet lips mushed up against his digits, his curious hand directing him slowly up over your clit and back down by your virgin hole as he breathed hard through his nose, trying to get himself to calm the fuck down over your cunt and not freak you out.

but what he was doing felt good, him having no idea as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth with your eyebrows screwed together in euphoria, his ears perking up at the sounds of your sweet little moans and whines the more pressure he applied to it.

and then he got an idea.

as you were distracted getting riled up by his fingers, yuji shoved his other hand under his wet pajama pants and boxers, pulling out his throbbing cock and pumping it a little as his angry tip leaked with every jerk— a drop oozing down and landing right on your nub before rolling over your panties as he breathed out a string of hushed curses.

yuji replaced the hand on your pussy with his cock, his length and tip pushing up in between your sopping cunt and back down, completely soiling your panties with a mix of your arousal and his pre cum as he rolled his hips into you again, you not noticing at all until both of his rough hands came to grip and squeeze over your inner thighs, your eyes fluttering open as you wondered why it felt way better than before, them bulging once you saw his thick long dick slipping and sliding hurriedly against your pussy.

“b—baby!” you moaned breathlessly, but yuji literally could not hear you as his dazed droopy eyes stayed focused on your swollen puss while he continued to rut.

“uh huh..?..” he panted. “what’s wrong sweetheart…”

your words lodged themselves in the back of your throat as a particular rough thrust made you choke and clamp your mouth shut, squeezing your eyes shut in response with your sensitive nub pulsing as you felt yuji’s leaky sticky cum all over you.

“does it— does it feel good?” his eyes finally trailed up to look at you, his already fucked out expression and flushed face forming a yummy pit in your stomach that you recognized as your release whenever you fingered yourself, except that feeling no where near as good as what you felt right fucking now.

“mhm..” you moaned and licked your lips.

yuji’s fingers slid up from your inner thighs and to the straps of your panties, fiddling and playing with them as he rolled his hips like a little perv, his tip at times falling and literally sinking into your gaping virgin hole a bit— your panties a thin stretchy wall that frustratingly stopped his cock from going, slipping back upward instead.

“baby…” he moaned lowly, whispering. “maybe we should just have sex right now…”

you gasped. “right now?! i don’t know yuji my— my parents— and we’ve never—”

he leaned down and sloppily kissed you, speaking in between each smack.

“they’re asleep it’s—” mmphf— “it’s okay—”

yuji already had his middle finger hooked under your wet panties as he started pulling down, you squeaking at the cold breeze hitting your bare clit.

“i want to but— hic!”

he rubbed his tip over your entrance a bit, pooling your juice up.

“what if— what if we get too loud? and they come downstairs—”

he shook his head. “i’ll keep on a lookout pretty don’t worry about it...” he murmured. “you just relax while i pump my cock in, yeah?”

you whimpered, nodding quickly and pathetically as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down flush against your chest, suctioning tiny sucks on his jaw to keep you from moaning the loudest you’ve moaned all night as he started pushing in, yuji’s mind in a literal fucking state of delirium as his dick was finally gonna be buried in your cute pussy after wanting it for so long.

you hiccuped against his jaw, your arms gripping him tighter as he stretched you out so good, feeling a little pinch in your walls that made you spread your legs wider in attempts at alleviating it.

“ohhhh fuckkkk baby—” he moaned loud and you quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.

“shhh honey shhh—”

“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry—”

his voice was muffled against your hand as he pumped deeper, your squeal catching itself in your throat and his body fucking shivering at the way your tight slobbering walls sucked him in without him having to even push, your hole clenching around him and pumping more strings of stray pre cum out inside you.

“my god do that again please do that again—” he panted, reeling his hips back slowly and pushing in at a steady rhythm.

“d—do what?” you panted, your eyes closing in pleasure.

“squeeze— shit!— squeeze me please please—” he begged, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your cheeks as he licked up your little overstimulated tears.

“like— like this?”

you clenched your hole again and his body jerked, his choked moans huffing in your ear as he rolled and snapped his hips faster.

“mm! yuji my god—” you squealed and he placed a hand over your mouth, the both of you now covering over each others as he proceeded to drill his hips in, the couch squeaking with every messy hit.

your hand tightened over his lips the louder he moaned, your eyes silently pleading with him to be a little quieter, but him too lost in the milking of his cock and the way your fucked out face looked as he couldn’t connect the dots with what you were asking of him, suddenly your blurry brain coming into reasonable consciousness for a second as you became aware of the fact that you weren’t even using protection.

“b—baby—” you muffled against his hand. “we’re not using a— mmm! c—condom we need—”

smack smack smack—

“shit i don’t— i don’t have one sweetheart.” he stifled, and yuji only went faster then, harder and jerky as his awkward virgin hips jolted you up and down on him, your eyes rolling back. “s’okay i’ll just pull out m’kay? i’ll pull out—”

his snappy pace brought your brain back into your previous dumb erotic state, nodding dazedly as he scooched his hand down and shoved his middle and ring finger inside your wet mouth, your tongue slobbering over his digits before your lips lewdly closed around them and sucked.

yuji was not keeping a lookout for your parents.

“oh fuck baby you look so fucking pretty doing that…” he choked. “you look so so pretty under me and taking my dick—”

“mhm..” you moaned around his fingers, drool seeping out of your mouth and down your chin as you felt like you were on the brink of cumming and squelching all over him.

“i’m gonna pull out soon okay? i feel—” pant— “i feel like i’m cumming—”

you pulled back from his fingers with a pop and licked your lips, nodding vigorously as you squeezed your eyes painfully shut, your release washing over you like a prickly wave with your mouth hung wide open and your vision blowing bright white.

but in the midst of you creaming, you accidentally clamped your thighs shut around yuji as he tried to slip his dick out.

“fuck! i can’t—” pant— “baby open your legs please im gonna— fuck fuck fuck!—”

yuji’s cum pummeled inside you and filled you the absolute brim as he gasped and whined in your ear, his balls draining so much of it into you that it took no time at all for it to slip past your hole and onto your couch below, the both of you heaving heavily with your clothes stuck against your sweaty sticky bodies.

“are you—” he swallowed. “are you okay baby? i’m sorry i came inside—”

“it’s okay it wasn’t you—” you tried to regulate your breathing. “it— it was my fault… i trapped you in…”

you sheepishly looked at him and gnawed at the inside of your cheek in shame, your face only making him lazily grin and press a hard loving kiss to your cheek.

“it’s okay. we can figure it out later!”

he peeled away from you and sat up, his softening cock still buried inside as he slowly pulled out and watched the rest of his cum spurt out, taking one of his shaky fingers and collecting some before pushing it back in your hole.

“don’t put it back in yujiiii!” you whined.

“sorry! sorry sorry—” he grabbed your wrist gently and kissed the back of your hand, his pinky cheeks vibrant as he looked at you with a wobbly shy smile. “i— i couldn’t help myself…”

you giggled. “s’okay honey.”

he laid his body back over yours, being mindful not to squish you as he leaned some of his weight on his arms, cutely pecking your puffy lips over and over until he was satisfied with the amount, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck after.

“m’glad my first time was with you yuji…” you murmured into his ear, your words causing his heart to literally bang against his chest as he felt like he was on cloud nine with you underneath him like that.

“i’m glad it was with you pretty.” he pushed, looking into your fucked out eyes with sincerity. “and i hope it stays that way. just my dick.”

you laughed loudly, your hand quickly coming up to cover your mouth as he giggled.

you pecked his nose sweetly and readjusted your hips, your cum covered pussy brushing against his cock again, the blood immediately rushing back to it faster than a speeding fucking bullet.

he traced a loving finger across your bottom lip delicately, a little grin on his face.

you quirked a brow. “what?”

“can we um—“ he quickly kissed you. “can we try doggy style right now?”

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people’s princess | yt22

pairing: yuki tsunoda x fem!horner! reader summary: in which yuki is dating the christian horner’s daughter. note: i mentioned something awhile back about a horner!reader fic … so i kinda delivered. it’s kinda short since i learned that on mobile i only get a 10 image limit 🌝 trust i will be doing the rest of my smaus on web, so future smaus will be longer! promise, cross my heart!  note 2: i started this before alphatauri changed their name … and i’m most definitely not using the visacashapprb @ in my smau. i love you, yuki, but absolutely not.

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ynhorner yukiroos !!

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user i didn’t know yuki and oscar were chill like that

yukitsunoda0511 i was attacked. it’s not funny to post my attack

⤷ ynhorner jerry didn’t attack you, he just wanted a hug

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 he literally attacked me

maxverstappen1 barf what is that second picture

⤷ ynhorner barf what is your face

⤷ maxverstappen1 i’m telling christian

⤷ ynhorner you’re dead to me

user i love yn and max’s friendship

gerihalliwellhorner missing you both!! ❤️

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redbullracing looking forward to seeing you in the OUR garage again

⤷ alphataurif1 um you mean OUR garage

⤷ ynhorner the girls a fighting 🫢

pierregasly barf gross nasty

⤷ ynhorner this is why i like kika more than you

⤷ francisa.cgomes i love you too 🫶🫶🫶

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yukitsunoda0511 family dinner 🍽️

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gerihalliwellhorner it was lovely having you, yuki!! we have to do this again soon!

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 thank you for having me, geri! checking my schedule as we speak!

user yuki tsunoda and ginger spice, the duo i didn’t know i need

pierregasly my place next 😁

ynhorner idk whose dog is in the third pic … she was very sweet though

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 i heard something about petsitting for a friend

user OTIS

christianhorner not very family friendly pg clean on the third slide

⤷ ynhorner don’t you have ears to clean, old man?

⤷ christianhorner you’re no longer welcomed in the red bull

garage

⤷ alphataurif1 WE WON ‼️‼️

maxverstappen1 i don’t remember getting an invite to family dinner 🌝

user the fact that max didn’t get invited is crazy to me

redbullracing stealing our team principal i see …

user THE EAR WAX COMMENT FROM YN IJBOL

user yuki with his in laws, we love to see it

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alphataurif1 thx for banning yn from your garage redbullracing, she’s ours now 🥰

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ynusername i love you alphataurif1 admin <33

⤷ alphataurif1 I LOVE YOU TOO YN !!!! <3333

yukitsunoda0511 i could get used to this

user THE CAPTION

maxverstappen1 please keep her, i don’t want her in the garage anymore

⤷ ynhorner this is why you weren’t invited to family dinner

redbullracing WE didn’t ban her, boss man did (we will be getting her back)

user i love seeing alphatauri and red bull fight over yn, because i would too

user yn is the face of alphatauri (trust)

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ynhorner BOYFI APPRECIATED POST !!

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yukitsunoda0511 i love you to the moon and saturn

⤷ ynhorner yuki :( i love YOU to the moon and saturn!

user MOTHER AND FATHER

liamlawson30 he’s got a little something on his face

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 blocked. reported.

user the boyfriend effect looks good on him

danielricciardo my fav couple 🫶

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user they make me sick (in the most loving way possible)

maxverstappen1 you guys are cute i guess

⤷ ynhorner i know! tell kelly i’m looking forward to seeing her in the paddock this weekend 😁

⤷ maxverstappen1 👍

user yuki is so lucky …

nyckdevries scooter race rematch when?

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 rematch?? there was a scooter race??

⤷ ynhorner you were busy with car stuff, so nyck and i

decided to race scooters on the trace 😁

user WHEN IS IT MY TURN

user idc what anyone says, i love nyck and yn’s little friendship

⤷ user no fr it feels like it came out of nowhere, but it works

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Re: 🦒 anon’s post (!!!!)

Hob knocking Dream up and gaining that sympathy weight - except Dream’s hummingbird metabolism (and tendencies towards totally insubstantial sweet teas and the like) mean that he might have a softer belly, and tiny little tits, and hips that have widened a bit from the baby (and the next…. and the next…..) but he loses most of it after delivery and nursing, he’s still just a wisp of a thing. meanwhile Hob has absolutely put on some pounds. His pants are up a size or so, his arms and legs were strong but now they have all that muscle with a little extra, his stomach and lower belly have some clit-pandering padding. He’s just beefy and Dream is throwing family planning out the door every time he sees Hob come home sweaty and invigorated from a friendly football match or casual biking from campus. He loves how protected he feels just by Hob’s visible presence. Every time they’re out and Hob makes a point to put himself, his wonderfully big solid body, in between the public and his family when they’re in a crowd or on the tube, Dream starts doing the math on how feasible another baby is between their youngest and next spring

🌝 anon

Absolutely rolling on the floor about this omfggg <3333.

I'm imagining Dream pregnant with his first, carrying a little extra weight - as he should do! He needs the extra energy and he's craving sugar even more than usual, but the point is, he looks divine. He's got the cutest pink stretch marks on his belly and chest, and he gets soft around his thighs. Hob is just. Incoherent. He has to bite his knuckles to stop himself from moaning when he sees Dream doing his morning stretches. He's so soft and Hob just wants him. All the time.

And after that first pregnancy, a few things stay the same. The cute stretch marks and wide hips. Alas, the tummy doesn't stick around but that's ok! Hob has got it covered! Dealing with a newborn is tough and requires a lot of snacks at weird times, and the weight that Hob picked up during Dream’s pregnancy just settles in. When he ultimately goes back to work he has to pick out new clothes first, a fact which drives Dream absolutely insane with lust and ultimately leads to the conception of their second child. Whoops.

Dream just can't help himself tbh?? Hob’s got that rideable belly, those fantastic chunky arms, the most amazing arse??? He's just never had sex so good. And Hob doesn't treat Dream like he's dainty or breakable, oh no. He's happy to go on top and give Dream’s clit the friction it deserves with his fluffy soft lower belly. Sometimes when the kids are giving them a 10 minute break by napping Dream will just throw himself into Hob’s lap and grind on his belly til he cums. Which obviously is the hottest thing that Hob has ever SEEN.

People are like "how many kids are you planning on having?" And Hob will just look at Dream and smile. "That's up to my husband." He'll say. And he'll put his perfectly strong, soft arm around Dream and pull him in close. With Dream in his arms, a baby resting on his softened hip and another 2 kids in the jumbo sized pushchair, he's like... Superdad. With the dad bod to prove it.

And fuck if Dream doesn't want to make him a dad all over again <3

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hii, I hope you are well! I am pretty new/ back to tumblr and just stumbled upon your blog which I really like! I was looking for rules for/ info about matchups and couldn’t find any (unless I’m stupid). So, uh, if you don’t mind and if you feel up to it, may I ask for a ‘Stranger Things’ matchup, please? If not, that’s completely fine 💛 feel free to ignore my ask in that case!

I am a straight female. As for my personality , I’m generally very friendly and caring. If I like/ love someone I will do everything in my power to make them happy and try to make sure they stay happy. My friends aways tell me I’m pretty likeable and extremely loyal and funny - even though my humour is very dry and sarcastic sometimes. Despite me only talking if I feel like I have something worth of saying, I’m usually somehow the one that keeps the conversations flowing in my friend group. My calm and quiet demeanour sometimes makes people think I’m arrogant but I also often heard that people thought of me as very approachable. I feel very confident in my abilities and character but there is one thing that can make me feel insecure in new situations or with strangers: I have a hearing disability which gave me some not so nice experiences with other people. This also tends to make some of my friends feel rather protective of me, especially because I’m generally very forgiving and hate arguments. Although I come across as a nice and patient person some people think they can treat rudely, you better not mess with me. I have often heard that people prefer to not get on my wrong side and that I can be scary. Sometimes I have problems showing affection towards others even though I really do care about them. I can also be pretty stubborn.. In my free time I love to read, learn different languages and take long walks, work out and meet friends. I’m a coffee addict and love cooking as well. What I don’t like is rude and stand-offish people. I really hate when people make mean comments and think it’s funny to joke about other people’s appearances or interests.

Hey! Thank you so much for liking my stuff! I am excited about this matchup for you! I hope you enjoy it!!! Thank you for requesting! <3333

Stranger Things;

Steve Harrington:

😎 You were in high school with Steve, sharing a few classes with him, and once Steve even asked for your help in Spanish

😎 When Steve first spoke to you, he was a bit intimidated by you, since you were pretty quiet and calm, and hardly spoke, but after speaking to you and asking for your help in class, he realized that you were actually really nice and caring

😎 Ever since then, you and Steve began to grow closer to one another, even though he was a bit of a jerk and was dating Nancy, you thought he was cute

😎 After they broke up, however, you were the first person Steve told, and you tried to reassure him and help him as much as possible; you were thankful for how much Steve changed afterward, (you even took him out to KFC to cheer him up)

😎 He lost his bad boy persona, acted a bit differently, and even started babysitting, which you thought was sweet; you sometimes joined him, meeting the kids

😎 You accidentally got caught up in the Upside Down, literally, you were trapped there for a while, but when you got out, Steve couldn't have been happier; he ran up to you once you were found, wrapping his arms around you as he ranted to you about how worried he was, he was glad that you were safe

😎 After surviving the first wave of the Upside Down, you and Steve hung out almost every day, you were joined by the hip basically, and Steve would even join you and your friends out and about; sometimes when it's just the two of you, you'd go on long walks down the sidewalk at sunset, or Steve would join you while you cook

😎 Back at school, Steve would come over to bring you a coffee, sometimes staying to keep you company if you needed it/wanted it; on one particular day, similar that this one, Steve would confess to you

😎 Steve thought you are wonderful, he loves your love for reading and how loyal and funny you are; Steve couldn't help but fall for you, you are one of a kind

😎 The two are you are the best couple, always patient and understanding with each other, you never had any arguments, always making sure you communicated and talked things out; you both are perfect for each other

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAHHH hey bestie :')) is that a suit I see :')?

Oof lol

?

We ain't getting married now it's ina few days right xD

Ahh no, dress (not a suit)

So getting ready?

OOP WAIT NO

Y'ALL AIN'T IT LIKE THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT O.O XDD

AWWWW 2 AM :'DDDD FOR THE BAR-

AWWW AND SHE KNOWS :')))) 😭😭🥺❤️❤️🥰

AAAAAHHHHHHH Y'ALL THEMMMMM :'DDDDD!!!

I love them so much guys 😭😭😭❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰

Aww oope :'( :')?

:'o she didn't take it did she :')?

Awww :')?

Good honey, that's so good <33

AWW YEAHH LIKE YOU HELPED DR. MURPHY 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️🥺🥰

Or were there for or whatever

AWWWW yeahh :'))

Yeah Glassman you got this :'D x'D

AWW y'alllll :'))

I hope we see a flash forward next episode where she's doing well <33

Although y'all I'm scared because there's 7 minutes left and there's been no cliffhanger yet xd

Just thought of a heartbreaking idea that it could be for a dramatic finale that it better not be lol

AAAAHHHHH WEDDING TIME

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH 🥰😭😭😭😭❤️🥰🥰🥺🥺🥰

Awwww those are such sweet vows :')))

Lol my brother heard my squeaking o.o (little high pitched scream since I'm trying to be quiet xD) XDD

They're so cute y'all stop 😭

Friendly reminder she loves musical theatre 😌😌

AAAAHHHHHHH :'DDD :'))

Everyone showing up here at 2 am xD but also, doing it for them :'DD

LOL yeah girl xD

Because wait yeah they had to tell them all so they could get there 💀 xD

AWWW honeyyy :')))

Also

Hi Jerome 🥰🥰!!

Sorry (not) saw him anyway :'))

AAAAHHHHHH 🥺🥺🥰😭😭😭❤️🥰

Aww LOL xD :'))

That is kinda y'all's thing though :'))

AWWWW AAHHHHHH JUST NOTICED LIM'S OFFICIATING :'DDDD 🥰🥰😭😭😭😭❤️❤️🥺🥰🥰🥰

AWWW and Shaun and Lea have the rings :')) they're probably the best ones for it <3333

Just gonna watch for a second now

AAAAHAGHHHHHHHHHHGHH

AAWWW

Those g's were because I wasn't looking lol just glanced at the A lol

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH Y'ALL

Anyway backlog there: "now smooch" AWW xDD 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭🥰🥰

AAAAAHHHHHHH Y'ALLL WHOOOOO THEY'RE MARRIED 😭😭😭😭🥺❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰

AYYYY O.O OKAY DOM?? OKAY DOM GO OFF :OO :DDD

AYYY JORDAN TOOOO WHOOO YEAH GIRL GO OFF :DDD

AYYY they're eating it up :')))

AWWWW stoppp they look so happy :'DD

AWWW y'alll I love them so much 🥰🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰❤️

Ayyy they're slaying :'D

Being a little bittersweet about Jasher right now but loving the wedding <333 :'( :'))

OOP o.o y'all gonna kiss at their wedding 👀 :O?

AYYYY OOPP O.O Okay y'all go off :D

O O P Jordan has feelings about that o.o 😳👀

Girl I know you him and Perez are always weird almost off and on situationships but let the man chill xD

Put em in a quadruple lol I wanna see it

Aww y'all :'))

Still Tequila Stat :'DD

Aww yeah <33

PHEWW they're taking her :'DD

That's so good :'))) <333

OOP

I

Uh

w h a t

Oh no- he doesn't want that does he :((

OOPE OH NO

No

No y'all :'((

Y'ALL 😭😭

This is why I don't trust this show o.o 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔

Y'all what the frick xdd

I better not have to see it, but also I deserve what closure xdd especially if we see a flash forward to after his death yk xd?

And I'm more talking about his funeral than death but

ALSO WHY ARE YOU TELLING HIM NOW 😭😭😭

Y'alllll :'((( xdd

Oop hey guys o.o xdd

Oop sldjhds is that Jordan xD

Probably not lol probably like their ride- ? Oh yup lol

Was confused by the name for a second xD

OOHP Okay girl o.o go off xD

Hmm?

Ay? AY okay 👀👀?

Awww y'all :')) :'D

I'm happy for you guys :'))

Ope

Ahh nah

Ohhh nah oh no oh heck nah

NAHHHHH

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T FEEL GOOD

GIRL'S GOING OUT LIKE HER FIRST LOVE

Maybe not first BUT MY POINT IS MELENDEZ xdd 😭😭😭💔😳

Nahh nah nah

NAHHHH

HE BETTER BE FEELING A PULSE RIGHT NOW O.O 😳😤😤 IK HE'S JUST CHECKING BUT HIM HAVING TO FEEL FOR ONE 😭-

Y'all what's with you and late night spontaneous weddings xDD (as I was gonna say earlier), interrupted by a tragic event 😐😑

Imagine bro thinks he drugged her xD

OOP okay o.o

Kinda looked like he was just gonna leave for a second xD I know he wouldn't but yk lol

This guy Amir is probably way confused

Also an ambulance would be able to speed but would also have to get here so eh I get it xD

AUAGHHH NOOOO Y'ALLL 😭😭

Ending just like season 6 😭 xd except at least we've got one more episode left

Y'ALLL I'M STRESSING

Of course that's the end xd

At least they're setting me free from more torture lol

Y'all I can't 😐

Why couldn't their headline making finale be because everyone is good and happy and everything after some drama ends up fine 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔😤❤️🥺

It better be xdd

Y'all I love this show so much 😭😭😭😭💔💔🥺❤️🥰

But they're so cruel to me xD

Nah I still love it <333

[jackass-lovemail]

(100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!!) Slashers Watching Horror Movies with their S/O.

these slasher picks are extremely random due to me using a wheel with their names on it LMAO. once again, thank you guys so much for 100 followers <3!! 

- pierrot <3<3<3

Thomas Hewitt

From what it felt like, it had been ages since you had seen an actual television. And when Hoyt announced that he had purchased one, you became quite giddy to watch some movies with your boyfriend, Thomas. 

And your boyfriend was exhilarated to see you so enraptured, so now he was excited to watch movies with you. At first, the news left him unbothered, not finding the electronic thrilling what-so ever. Until his eyes latched over to your bubbly frame and ecstatic expressions over Hoyt’s words and gingerly began to grin at your reactions. Whatever made his sweetheart happy. So, you had searched through thick and thin for any tapes to watch and had only found one. A horror movie. 

Hewitt didn’t care what you guys were watching, he just couldn’t wait to spend sweet quality time with his S/O. He laid comfortably on the couch, positioning himself in the perfect spot for him and his partner. He even fiddled with the pillows so they wouldn’t get in the way of him and his S/O. Proud with his effort and satisfied with the result, he let his mind wander to different scenarios with him and his mate. Ooh, perhaps they chose a romantic movie. He felt himself grin in awe and his fingers fiddled with the fabric on his clothes. ‘Thomas! I chose the movie, I’m so excited!’ 

Fluttering back into reality, Hewitt’s eyes raced to the movie you had chosen and inspected what you had chosen, his hope of a romance movie riddled while examining the movie. His own anticipation puddled down into nothingness as he noticed that what you chose was a horror movie. His eyes slowly made eye contact with yours and gave you a ‘really’ look. You could hardly step foot in the basement, there was no chance you were going to survive this! He shook his head and grabbed the movie from your paws. ‘Hey, what!? Why don’t you wanna watch that one?’ His eyes remained the same and you pouted, salt laced within your glance.  ‘I can handle it!’ you declared, understanding what your boyfriend was conveying. 

Not even thirty minutes in, here you were, tightly latched onto your boyfriend’s lap and head scrambled into his neck. You were beyond terrified because of the movie and Thomas tried to comfort you while rubbing your back in circles. He found it very cute, though and completely expected. It’s not like he minded the intimacy...

Stu Macher 

Stu grinned ear to ear when you had announced you were finally committed to watch a horror movie. He never thought he’d see the day, but here he was. Seeing the day. 

He found it a tad bit ironic you were fearful to watch a scary movie but be alright with his murderous hobby. But at the same time, he’d made sure you’d never be witness to him in his getup or his homicidal actions. Hell, he doesn’t even like to bring it up around you. So deep down, he was amused with the idea of you observing something frightening. 

Getting feedback from Randy’s advice, he had a couple of horror movies in mind to watch with you. Oh boy was he giddy the whole day, running up to you through the halls and trying to frighten you. And if he had succeeded, he would playfully jest at you, shaking his head and saying you better try harder and prepare for tonight. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your blonde boyfriend and give him a kiss just to shut him up. It would work like a charm, and he’d grin with triumph. 

Finally, school was over and Stu sped towards your class, eagerly flicking between every student who left the room and dismissing them when he identified that they were not infact you. Finally, his eyes met his partners and he leaped on them, causing them to almost tumble over. ‘Stu! Woah boy, calm down!’ You jokingly warned, giggling as you felt his hands bombard your waist. Your eyes fluttered up to his own and he moved himself towards you, embracing your warmth with his own. If only he were this friendly when you two began to watch your movie...

Every jump, twitch and gasp that had left your body fed Stu’s ego. It humoured him so much that throughout the movie, his attention had leisurely began to fixate on you. Because he had seen this movie, he bit his lip every time he knew a certain jump scare or a character’s death would occur, intoxicated with your reactions. Although it went unnoticed to you, every scary moment within the film made you subconsciously scoot yourself closer to him. It was difficult for him to push away the egotistical smile on his face after the movie. 

Norman Bates 

Norman watched as you entered the tape into the TV, humming to yourself giddily and eyes flicking back to the tape reader and then back to the television to make sure the film is working. When you noticed the TV’s reaction to the tape being entered and read, you grin at your skills and flopped back onto the couch, relatively close to your boyfriend. He watched you with uneasy eyes and a small frown on his face.

‘(Name)..’ he began, ‘are you sure you’re going to be fine watching this movie...?’ Your beautiful features whipped over to his, a small grin plastered on your face. ‘Of course I will be! What about you? Are you alright with watching this...?’ You questioned, trying to flip the query of concern onto him. Though, it did not work and he began to fret even more. ‘I know how you are with scary movies... Perhaps we should choose a different one.’ He offered smoothly, enforcing that he hated the idea of you getting frightened. Your head once again shook and he let out a sigh of defeat. 

‘Alright, (Name). Though, you can always hug me if you get scared...’ He shyly suggested, trying to sound impressive. His eyes watched as your cheeks flushed a soft pink color and he beamed gently, pleased with his words and how you angelically responded. Perhaps this was an alright idea to go with...

And boy, was it. Soon into the movie, Norman had noticed your fearful responses and observed you take up his offer. You shuffled closer to him during the film, sometimes your head turning towards his neck due to a nasty scene. Norman had completely melted due to the attention you gave him and it made him feel assertive. 

At times, Norman would cover your eyes over with his slim fingers due to the startling themes on the TV. At first, you’d object until your ears picked up the loud noises emitting from the film. You shyly pushed your hands onto his fingers to give you more support to not look at the screen and he almost broke a fuse right there and then. 

I hope you guys enjoyed!!! i like writing for norman teehee  - pierrot <3333

[elitparadox]

ship your moots with haikyuu characters?

FINALLY I was waiting for this ask for so long it’s ridiculous you're the loml now anyway here you go, they're under the cut :)

@srkuv & osamu; mhm ik you didn’t expect this one mae but you’re so sweet, uplifting, kind, and smart and chaotic that the only person who deserves your love is osamu (and me hshshs but let's ignore that) he would make you all kinds of food and watch you eat with the most adoring look in his grey eyes I’m screaming just thinking about this I would ship the both of you so hard

@ioveangel & oikawa; when i tell you you're an angel sent from God i'm serious; you are literally the sweetest, most caring, enthusiastic, and creative person i've ever met and I'm so glad I did. have i told you you're beautiful too?? you're one in a million, you will definitely make oikawa feel like he's on top of the world (but you'd have to make sure not to boost his ego 🙄). no doubt he'll cherish you, just like i do.

@vs-redemption & daichi; I CAN LITERALLY PICTURE YOU WITH HIM aside from that though, you're just the kindest most thorough person ever, we haven't really talked much but everything from your simple yet organized blog to your beautiful writing... daichi would love you uwu cuddling sessions with him, you, and your cat are inevitable <3333

@kitacharm & kita; look i'm not just saying this because he's your fav but you're genuinely super cute, kind, and supporting!! kita would take you to picnics, send baskets full of homemade cookies and healthy snacks and gilded letters to your doorstep to remind you of how much he loves you :)

@keijee & sakusa; there is zero reason to explain. sakusa would absolutely adore you. you would give him such thoughtful compliments at the best times possible, and he'd tell himself (but would never admit to you), "what did i do to deserve someone like chelsea?" it's a perfect match, fight me.

@emergencyfoodpaimon & kunimi; okay this is platonic because i know you're more of a kin than lover, which i'd fully support !!! bromance 4 life, u know? you two would go along so well but i don't think there'd be much pep talk; you'd just get straight to the point LOL you're as reserved, consistent, and lovable as kunimi and that's why i love you both </33

@softetsurou & kuroo; MARI don't ever put yourself down, your writing is amazing and you're so humble and sweet. you also have a good sense of humour and kuroo would love that. he'd say sweet words in your ear, reminding you that you're treasured but he'd also tease you a lot, so you have to crank up your patience lol

@kodzukoi & kenma; koi you're so kind, relatable, caring, talented, and funny!! kenma would think about this all the time and although he's v quiet and not good with words, he'll hug you or ask you to come kiss him at random times. he's constantly reminding himself to be good to you because he loves u to the moon and back

@perqabeth & suna; don't get me wrong but i feel like your relationship would be a love-and-hate one. teasing and bantering are present every week. but when you're feeling down, suna would embrace you with his slender yet strong arms :') also you're super sweet and funny, suna loves that about u

@maipxilia & iwaizumi; UR SO BENIGN AND TALENTED YOU ARE PERFECT FOR IWAIZUMI!!! like how dignified u are, iwaizumi is as august and i'm willing to bet he'd take care of you no matter what. he's one of those people in your life who would literally die in your place, he'd also be so defensive if someone were to eye u or flirt with u and stuff lol.

@koushisbutterfly & sugawara; PLS YOUR PIANO PLAYING??? suga would beg u to play almost every second of the day because that's how good you are. he'd also kiss u on the forehead in the morning and just be the sweetest ever to u, his heart melts from the way you take care of him :')) you're also so kind you and suga would be that couple who punches pats everyone on the back for good luck

@mysterystarz & akaashi; yet another ship that sails freely across the ocean, uninterrupted and peaceful. akaashi would take you to watch the stars at night, give you cute notes, let you borrow his jacket, etc. wow, wonder how jealous your classmates would be when they hear (and see) that 😏

@strawbearisamu & tendou; first off, you and tendou are chaotic as hell lmaoo you'd vibe so well together- i literally know tendou would send you memes from the dozens saved in his camera roll but don't get me wrong, your relationship is also so sweet bc you give him a sense of home. you make him understand he's good enough, for once.

@mimi-cee-hq & tsukishima; MIMI YOU'RE SO TALENTED, KIND, AND SUPPORTIVE jsjsjs we all know tsukki isn't exactly the sweetest person and he wears a blasé mien most of the time, but around you, he softens a LOT and will be less mean to u i'm sobbing oh also i would ship you with kunimi but u guys are too similar i just wanted to switch things up ;)

@shirari & shirabu; i know we didn't interact much but you seem like a funny, kind person!! and don't imply that you aren't lovable or anything because you're passionate about the things you love and shirabu would highly admire that. you'd make him feel so warm and appreciated.

@itsmiyamore & kita; kita would love u bb, i'm spitting facts here. when you're stressed from homework/work, he'd endow upon you as many hugs as you want and comfort you by whispering "everything is going to be okay" i tell you, he's insuperable when it comes to best bf ever <3 (and u would be the best gf too)

@tetsusbbygrl & kageyama; wait abbs i swear you're so adorable and funny kageyama would be rlly shy around you, just like u are with him :)) he'd hold your hand at the most random times, he'd ask his upperclassmen for advice on where to take you out, etc. he tries so hard to make u feel the way u make him feel <33 you'd be that cute oblivious couple, u know the one

@sunkeiji & atsumu; okay we've been mutuals for only a day but you're already so welcoming and sweet to me, atsumu would be so grateful to have met you like i do!! you're collected and friendly while atsumu is energetic and a bit bothersome (but caring as well) which means you'd be great together <33 how cute

[rabid-catboy]

ur cat seems like such a sweetheart look at them. they were chilling with you just being all nice being the best cat they could be. ur kitty is waiting for u ik it. animal death is so so difficult to deal with but. hopefully you'll see them again. hope you dont mind pictures of my cat <3333

Yeah he was so sweet... Genuinely one of the chillest cats I've ever known.. fun fact I actually first met him during a festival thing for the year of the pig in Locke, there was a dragon parade thing going on I don't remember the specifics and he was just chilling on the side. Even though it was so loud and there were so many people, he was still so chill and friendly ........ He used to sleep curled up against my chest or up near my head, it was so cute.................. Sometimes he'd escape outside and kill birds but when he did he'd always eat them, not just leave them there... I hope your right and I get to see him again someday

Also cat pictures are always appreciated,,, tysm I love her

[sunshinesukuna]

just right

pairing: miya osamu x reader

tws: body insecurity, catcalling, self-starving

wc: 5.1k

prompt: Person A and B aren’t a couple, but A is crushing massively on B. A decides to change to get B’s attention, and while B doesn’t know about this crush, B starts to notice that A is starting to look and act differently... But B doesn’t like it and decides to confront A. What is the confrontation like? How does A react?

summary: the 6 things you want to avoid for him, and the 1 thing he wants you to avoid for him.

insp: GOT7′s Just Right, lovely - millz

special thanks to the betas that read over this @haikyuu-ink @fukuronani and @ardorwrites-hq-mha <33

this is a special love poem for all y’all that are going through something like this. psa: it gets better <3333

The lunch ladies were all flabbergasted when you skipped your usual side dishes and asked them to give you a piece smaller than your usual. 

“But you’ll go hungry!” one of them said. You shrugged and gave them an apologetic smile.  You turned your head to the side to avoid smelling even more of the scrumptious food in front of you. Instead, you focus your eyes on the small bowl in front of you. There’s some rice the size of a child’s fist coupled with a piece of fish smaller than an iPod shuffle.

Osamu pulls out his regular bento that he made himself after complaining that the ones you make weren’t enough to keep him fed throughout the day. There are three onigiris per usual. All three of them were meant to be for him, but you started nicking so much of them for yourself that he let you have one eventually.

So when you didn’t creep your hand from under his larger elbow to swipe at the snack, he stopped eating all at once. The onigiri hung suspended inches away from his ready mouth, locked in their place by your out of place habits. 

He holds it out so tantalizingly in front of you, the human personification of the devil on your left shoulder egging you to take the snack from the plastic bag in front of you. Osamu doesn’t say anything, but the nudge on your arm and the small raise of his chin asks you soundlessly: “You’re not going to eat it?”

You shake your head and continue nibbling on the fish to savor the flavor for longer. Osamu tilts his head.

“You’re not going to eat it?” Osamu says out loud. Atsumu stops his blabbering from across the table and puts his chopsticks down.

“Oh? What’s this? Our gluttonous (Y/N) isn’t eating that much anymore?” Atsumu asks. You wrinkle your nose at the other twin. Osamu’s still holding the onigiri. He makes it look like an object worthy of being your Holy Grail, perhaps even better than that. It takes all your resolve to hold back from running to the lunch ladies and demanding seconds.

“I figured that you would be tired of me stealing your food all this time, so,” you pushed his outstretched hand away from you, “you can have it this time.”

“But I don’t want it,” Osamu says. He slides the unwrapped onigiri back to you and opens another one.

“You can give it to Atsumu,” you say, sliding the snack to the other side of the table.

“Yeah, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, using your nickname for his twin. It drips in mock sweetness that would make anyone grimace. Atsumu mockingly opens and closes his hand, even though there’s a mountain of rice and enough vegetables to feed an unwasteful family for a month on his own plate. “Give it to Atsumu.”

Osamu rolls his eyes at his twin and looks back at you. Like he’s going to give the fruits of his hard work to his no-good twin. His eyes widen again as he taps your elbow with the onigiri like you’re a stray cat deprived of warmth.

“You don’t have to give it to me, ‘Samu. I’m fine.” The groaning of your stomach says otherwise. Osamu looks at you with his ‘I-told-you-so’ eyes. You bat your eyes and open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He holds out the piece of onigiri again.

You chew on the last mouthful of rice, sucking out all the flavor from the grains before swallowing it and putting down your chopsticks. Osamu keeps eye contact with you as you rise from the lunch table, looking like a puppy that had been kicked to the streets by its beloved owner.

“I’m on a diet,” you mutter, as you make your way back to class alone. “See you at practice later.”

Osamu stares at your retreating back, before finishing the onigiri that was meant to be yours.

Osamu forgot the name of the female idol a minute into the interview. The other boys in his class had been raving about her since class began. The minute the teacher left to go to the office, it was phones out and social norms out the window apparently, as they ogled the beauty giving the interviewer a way too good view of her legs.

He balances the pencil between his lips and nose as he eavesdrops on the conversation. He catches glimpses here and there of who they’re talking to, but they’re not enough to pique his interest. Truth be told, Osamu would much rather like it if the ones talking to each other in close proximity on a loveseat were you and him. 

“Yo Osamu!” one of his classmates, Osamu has better things to know than his name, calls out with a slap on his back. 

“Are you a fan of her too?” the classmates asks. Osamu twirls the pen around his fingers silently, not feeding into the question.

“There must have been something you liked about her,” one of the boys says, leaning on Osamu’s desk. Osamu has half the mind to tell him to move his arse to the dumpster where it belongs.

“She…” Osamu shrugs saying the first things that come to mind, “has a cute laugh, I guess. Doesn’t snort like those comedians on game shows,” he says. Of course, he doesn’t mean it, he just hopes that the boys will go away if he makes a dry comment.

The boys thought that Osamu couldn’t even digest the basic mechanisms of a laugh at the end of the day anyway, so they rolled their eyes and went back to happily watching. 

You stare at your hands as you listen to his words on the other side of the class.

“And then she slams into the wall, face first. When I saw her through the window, I thought she was Peppa Pig reincarnated as a human, without the pig,” Atsumu jokes later at practice.

A smile breaks out onto your lips, widening into a hearty laugh. You’re about to slap your thigh in mirth, but are suddenly jolted back to reality when you catch a glimpse of Osamu.

You laugh, but your signature snorts and chortles are gone, replaced with a tinkly giggle that makes Osamu want to punch people who laugh like that. And the wide smile on your face is hidden behind your hands, what’s up with that? But since you’re the one that’s laughing, he clenches his fist and squeezes his knee to redirect his excess tension.

You keep it up for the rest of practice as you continue with your duties as manager. The first-years that see you as their friendly senpai chat you up as usual. Osamu has more pressing appointments, like the ball hurtling towards his face at 75 miles per hour, so the face of the fella that’s making you cover up your pretty little laugh automatically stamped onto the ball in Osamu’s mind, as he spikes the ball back with a deathly force.

Osamu’s always been content with the circumstances he was born in, but right now, he wished that he was born with a superpower. Telekinesis, more specifically, so he can ward off the hands that cover your mouth and the vocal cords that constrict the laughter that is so uniquely you. 

Maybe that’s why he’s thinking about you much more than he usually does.

He doesn’t pay much attention to how much of it he’s giving you until Atsumu brings it up later on the way back home. 

“Ya’ was staring at her so hard I thought your eyes were ‘bout to pop outta your ugly face,” Atsumu says. Osamu isn’t fazed, having faced almost 17 years of the same insults over and over again from his twin that just never seems to learn any new ones. He keeps walking. 

“We have the same face, Einstein,” he retorts. There are a few minutes of silence between the twins as they pass the scenery of Hyogo. But curiosity gets the best of Osamu.

“Staring at who?” Osamu asks, finally getting his twin’s insult.

“Ya got the nerve to call me Einstein but can’t figure out something like that, eh?”

Osamu stops right in his tracks. Atsumu keeps on walking but stops as well when he realizes he’s left behind his twin. Osamu gives Atsumu a blank look. 

Atsumu clicks his tongue. “(Y/N), ya’ dummy. From the way you were lookin’ at her, I thought she ate one of your snacks or something.” Atsumu rests his head between his hands.

 “Not like ya’ would ever let anyone hurt her.”

You had anticipated what was going to come ever since the bus had dropped the team off at the beach. The boys of the volleyball team were overall respectful men, but they were teenage boys, at best. You caught their lingering stares and the way they would fight for the court nearest to the biggest gaggle of girls on the beach.

Which is why you had come prepared.

The boys rush into the sea one by one as they strip off their jerseys into the sand. You shake your head as you pick them up one by one. You roll up the sleeves of the crewneck to make it easier to reach below, but the sheer insulation it’s giving you is making it hard to take a step.

“Come on out (Y/N)! We’ll feed ya to the sharks!” Atsumu shouts from where he’s paddling in the surf. 

“How about I feed you sand and rocks in your rice later tonight?” you holler back. Atsumu instantly goes slack-jawed and camouflages himself amongst the sea foam and other beach-goers. 

There’s exactly one jersey missing from the bundle you have in your hand. Huh. All the boys should have finished practice by now. You scanned the beach line, looking for any black shirts in the distance. All of them were swimming in the ocean shirtless by now.

Except the one looming over your shoulder right now. You jump back at the sight of his shadow standing intimidatingly above you, but you reel back once you get a peep of his ash hair.

“Aren’t you going in the water, (Y/N)?” he asks. There’s a stick of fried squid in his hand. “You worked really hard back there, you know.” The combination of sudden confrontation and the crewneck’s heat-trapping material has you sweating a flood.

“I’m fine just sitting here, Osamu. You can go play with the boys if you want to,” you say. Osamu gazes at the water that reflects the sunlight so perfectly it mimics freshly polished diamonds. He rubs his chin in thought, before turning back to you.

“What are you going to do in the meantime?”

You settle back on the chair you had put in a shady spot before everyone else was even up. It took a little pocket money and some convincing, but the guy that owned the shaved ice stand right in front of the chair had saved it especially for you. You hold up the book on the table. 

“Calculus.”

“In this heat?”

“Just because we’re at the beach doesn’t mean I can slack off on my studies.” You flip open the book. “You can just leave me here. I’ll be alright.”

Osamu looks at the sea, then back at you. You’re praying to the heavens above that he’ll just go play, so you can get this damn thing off without having to worry about any of them— especially the twins— seeing. It’s the first time you would be exposed this much around them anyways. You really should have brought a lighter and looser shirt along with you.

“Then I’ll stay here with you,” Osamu says. Shoot. 

“Y-you will?” He nods. “Sure you don’t want to go cool off in the sea? Or get some food? You should really go out in the sun, you know. Everyone’s been asking me if you’re alright because you’re so pale.”

“Do they?” You curse at yourself as he pulls over an unused chair from an unoccupied table. Osamu sets it in the sun, inches away from where you’re sitting in the shade. He props up his leg. “This counts as tanning, right?”

“I guess,” you mutter.

Osamu puts his sunglasses on and goes back to eating the stick of fried squid. From time to time, he glances at your sweaty body. It was 30 degrees outside and you insisted on wearing the team’s winter crewneck? Some heat tolerance you had. Or probably it wasn’t your heat tolerance. Osamu wouldn’t know, seeing as he was interrupted by loud hooting.

“Nice bikini, sweetheart! Sure you don’t wanna share some of that with me?” 

“I would tap that!”

“Major babe at 10 o’clock!”

Surely that couldn’t be the team. They had been raised better than that after a whole school year spent drilling the Peeping Toms of the team harder than ever, courtesy of their kickass manager: you. 

Thank goodness it wasn’t. A group of boys around your age paraded around just a few meters from where you sat on the beach. Their noisy brags sent a young toddler screaming back to his mother and a poor dog back to the ocean. The crowd parted like the Red Sea for them as they made their way down.

“What about her, bro?” a scrawny one asked the tallest, most likely the leader of the group. They stopped just in front of the shaved ice stand you were lounging at, waiting at their friends to finish their transactions.

“Which one?” the leader asked.

“The one near the table.” You looked up. The boy was pointing a long, thin finger your way. There was no one around where you were sitting except for Osamu.

“Nah. Bet she’s not worth it. I wouldn’t go for her, and I feel sorry for the bros that do.” 

They were talking about you.

You fished around in your bag for your sunglasses. Shoot, you had left them at the inn this morning. You settled for putting a hand on your temple in hopes that they wouldn’t see your eyes. 

But you would be lying to say that it didn’t hurt. The one thing you were trying so hard to avoid during your stay at the beach now thrust on you when you didn’t even ask for it? After all you had taken to avoid it?

The lump in your throat was getting bigger and bigger by the moment. Maybe you should remove yourself from the situation. The boys already knew what time their curfews were and they were in good hands. You shut the book and put it back in your bag. Osamu pulls down his glasses to see you getting ready to go somewhere.

“Where are you going?” he asks. Osamu stands up again. Please don’t follow me, please don’t follow me.

“I’ll be—” your voice cracks. Shoot. “I’ll be back at the inn if you need me.” Before he can ask you any more questions, you turn on your heel and make your way back.

“Hey, say that again,” a voice says. It’s soft, but pillows used to suffocate people to death are also soft. It’s Osamu.

“Say what?” the leader asks. “You her boyfriend?” 

You freeze in your tracks and take a peep behind you. The boys are chest to chest, Osamu having the advantage of height by only a few inches. The boy isn’t fazed at all. He smiles at Osamu,but it’s poison honey that would make anyone want to slap him across the face. 

“I can hook you up with some chicks way out of her league. You could do it, man. Come on,” the boy says.

“Shut your trap,” Osamu retorts. 

“You’re just salty ‘cause you couldn’t find a chick hotter than her.”

Things are going to get worse. Without looking back, you make your way back to the safety of the inn.

Maybe Osamu was lying about the scars on his knuckles.

Osamu loses his sanity at the same pace the clock ticks. A few more minutes left. Maybe he should go get some fresh air out in the hallways. The hallways are almost empty, save for a few last-minute stragglers that rush to get to their classes on time. With everyone that passes, the feeling of dread eats him up as he worries that you’re not going to make it.

“Morning, ‘Samu!” someone greets from behind him. The early morning sunlight on your face made it look like you had a rosy tint on your cheeks. As you stepped closer, Osamu realized that if he stroked a finger across your cheek, it would definitely come back absolutely stained with blush.

There was also a light sheen of pigment on your lips. Not like the normal shade of your lips weren’t perfectly kissable. But Osamu would digress. 

“Are you wearing makeup?” Osamu asks. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You just…” Osamu gestures at your face, now caked on with makeup that you usually wouldn’t wear. “This is why you were late?” 

“No! I actually—” But then there’s a knocking on the table at the front, and everyone is back in their seats in an instant. The bespectacled teacher surveys the room. His eyes linger a bit longer on your bedazzled look, but they flit away just as quickly to the open book in hand.

“Today, we’re going to talk about ideal types,” the teacher says. A few people in the back snigger, but the teacher pays them no mind. 

“Miya Osamu! What are you looking for when it comes to a partner?” You roll your eyes at the classes jeering, but find yourself leaning back to hear Osamu’s answer. Osamu looks up at the ceiling.

“Someone… quiet? Maybe so I don’t have to deal with all their bull—” Osamu’s just bs-ing it of course, but there are people in the class that hand onto his every word like it’s the actual truth. Yourself included.

“Language!” the teacher snaps.

“In accordance with the reading material, does anyone know the reason why we have ideal types?” 

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“We have ideal partners whose natural defenses contradict with our own. If we’re shy and quiet, we tend to pursue people who are aggressive and pursuing, for example.”

“Good. Can anyone tell me how this would have protected us in the past?”

“Yes, (Y/N)?” the teacher asks again. The teacher sighs, even though you see no one behind you raising their hands. From your peripheral vision, you catch Osamu laying his head on his hands. He stares out the window like he’s bored with class… or perhaps bored with you? 

“I... was just stretching, sorry.”

“Very well then.” 

The second you put your hand down, Osamu looks back at the teacher. Did he not want to hear you yammer on again? He did say that he liked quiet girls. 

All the more reason for you to turn it down a notch.

So you do, during math, when you clearly have a final result of 25 written clearly on your paper. Yet when the teacher asks for answers, you fumble with the pencil on your desk to make it seem like you’re working.

And again, during science, when your group in lab has finished the experiment yards above everyone else. But you stall and crumple up the paper near your chest, and only hand in the result once another group has gone and given the teacher theirs.

And again during History, when you give another lame excuse that your report on Date Masamune isn’t finished, just so you wouldn’t be the only one presenting in class that day. Osamu clearly sees the papers with “One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu, Date Masamune,” on the title page, but says nothing. 

He doesn’t really do anything. It’s your life after all, why should he tell you how to live it? But he would be lying if he said that he didn’t miss your quick answers to the teacher’s questions, always summing up the points better than the teachers.

In the end, he leaves you be and ignores the feeling in his gut he gets whenever he sees you wearing more makeup than you usually do. That is until he’s passing by the teacher’s office on his way to practice and happens to spot you. It’s unlike him to care about other people’s business, much less snoop into them, but Osamu finds himself stalling at the water fountain next to the door even when his own bottle is still full.

“I just think I ought to hold back a bit. Everyone probably thinks I’m a bit overbearing, so i’ll just… tone it down a bit,” you say. Tone what down? 

“You don’t need to, (Y/N),” someone, probably your science teacher, replied.

“It’s alright, sir, I promise.”

“Really? You seem to have changed a little this past month.” Pure facts. Even though he never said it out loud, anyone would have noticed the way you put on more makeup and started to become quieter and quieter.

“I haven’t, really.”

“You’re also starting to become more tardy, (Y/N). Is everything alright back home?” You chuckled.

“Everything’s fine, sir, it really is.”

How believable.

The final straw that breaks the camel’s back comes a few weeks after that. Coach looks over at the boys that aren’t playing on water-refilling duty, their manager absent and nowhere to be found. 

“Where’s (Y/N)?” the coach barks at the second years. Aran shrugs and looks expectantly over to Atsumu and Osamu. 

“Sick. Stomach flu,” Atsumu says in the middle of his set. 

“And no one’s gone and checked up on her?”

“Her mom said that (Y/N)’s “not in the mood for entertaining guests,” or whatever excuse she has for missing that killer math test yesterday.” Atsumu puts in air quotes for emphasis. 

It’s Osamu’s turn to serve, but his legs don’t seem to want to move anywhere. They’re anchored down to the floor by the thought of none other than you. You were generally healthy, with no other severe conditions that would knock you out for a long time. And Osamu was with you for the past few days. You hadn’t eaten anything sketchy, albeit you did eat a lot less than your usual portions. 

He shrugs it off and slams the ball to the other side of the net. 

The bell screeches from up above, the savior melody of bored students who are aching to eat and spend some time away from the teachers.  

“Hey, (Y/N), wanna go get some…” You heed him no mind, the only acknowledgment of his presence a slight bump on his shoulder as you walk out into the hall. That’s odd. Osamu steps out of the classroom to call your name out into the hallways, but you’ve disappeared under the wave of students heading for lunch. Rather than embarrass himself, Osamu decides to go eat. 

He has half a mind to go get you from your other friends to go home when the sun starts to dip against the Hyogo sky. A raised eyebrow graces his face as he is told that neither your friends can be able to locate you, what with your bag and other possessions gone from your lockers. 

Practice is another pain in the back to deal with, harshened by a new realization. It’s been dawning on him for a long time now, but he’s hesitant to take any action without further proof. 

Osamu lays a hand on the doorknob of the locker rooms. There are whispers outside the door. Normally, he couldn’t care less for other people’s business—tea was where Atsumu truly shined— but of course, it just had to be your voice on the other side of the door.

“Why can’t you just give it to ‘em yourself?” Atsumu asks. If this was going to be a scene straight out of a cliche teen romance, Osamu would make a run for it. You click your tongue.

“Just because, Atsumu. Give it to him or I’m not leaking the answers to tomorrow’s chemistry quiz to you,” you reply back. 

“If this wasn’t my twin, I wouldda cast you out to the streets already, (Y/N).”

“He’s better off not seeing me, okay?”

Oh. Well, now all the puzzle pieces have fallen into place.

You’re cornered. Why does coach have to have this day of all days to direct his frustration at Osamu. Maybe coach’s anger wasn’t really that baseless though— Osamu constantly missing his serves and crooked spikes would be enough to irk any volleyball player enough to make him run laps around the gym. And since it was getting late and everyone wanted to go home, who else to better oversee Osamu’s punishment other than their sweet manager?

“And… 100,” you call from across the hall. Osamu crouches on his knees and pants. With heavy, laboured steps, Osamu trudges all the way to the wall next to the bench where you’re sitting. And promptly makes himself comfortable just a meter a way from you on the wooden tiles. You furrow your eyebrows at him from on the bench. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” he asks almost lazily. You grip the bench seats. Please don’t drag this out, please don’t drag this out. Osamu turns his head slowly to fix his eyes on your shaking figure. You spy the door over at the edge of the gym, wondering if you can make it before Osamu’s athlete reflexes can catch up to you. 

But your neck moves on its own, turning your head around to make direct eye contact with your former best friend.

“Take ‘yer makeup off.” Osamu says it like a command, the tone of his voice alone enough to make you reach for your eyebrows that you had so painstakingly labored over this past morning to look presentable… for Osamu. 

“What?” you ask. With a click of his tongue, Osamu rises up from his position laying down on the floor and moves to where you’re sitting. He doesn’t break eye contact as he puts either hand on the sides of your hips, effectively caging you inside his arms. You can feel his heavy breaths on your forehead. 

Osamu looks up at you. For someone like him, he looks disoriented as can be. Pupils widened, breath turning shallower, and sweating even heavier.

“Why’re you doing this, (Y/N)?” he mumbles. “You’re clearly uncomfortable under all that makeup, and I can tell you wanna punch the daylights out of that girl for making fun of Isaac Newton’s wig.” 

He catches himself, realizing that the volume of his voice is growing steadily louder and louder, and that you’re shrinking in your seat. Osamu sighs and takes his hand off the bench. The air is now fresh, but Osamu’s musk is still enough to make you dizzy with images of his face only a hair’s width away from you. 

You’re not sure if you hate it.

“I-I’m sorry?” you ask Osamu, who has now taken a seat on the bench right next to you. He leans on the wall, only eyes moving to look at you. Osamu shrugs and takes a swig of the water bottle on the bench before dropping his head in between his legs. 

You scoff. Osamu, being the one to say all this? The nerve this boy has. The mental wall that is the dam to your emotions breaks. 

“You really are dumber than Atsumu, eh?” Osamu perks up at the sound of your voice. “You know why I didn’t go to school for those two days? I burned myself on my hair straightener, because I didn’t want to take a chance to let you see me like that!” 

You let the neckline of your sweater fall, the purple, rectangle burn still as clear as day on the skin of your neck. Osamu’s eyes widened. He raises a hand to touch it, but the likes of an invisible lasso hold him back from getting anywhere near you. 

There’s a burning behind your eyes. The ground under you felt like a waterbed, wobbling with each step you take. This was not how you planned your first confession would go, but here you were. 

“It’s because I like you, you dummy!” you cry, standing up.

Your words echo throughout the empty gym.  If it didn’t echo through Osamu’s mind, then you were—

“I’m the dummy here? Tch, yeah right.”

Osamu looks to the sides of the hall like he’s planning an escape route. Well, no way to escape this situation now. You’re both mice in a trap, lured by the cheese that is your feelings, and pinned down by the current circumstances. He locks eyes with you for a second, before his eyes find something more interesting to look at— your lips.  

“Only an airhead like you would go on to change themselves just so I would like them,” Osamu rises up to his full height, “when I already do in the first place.”

“You… what?” you ask. 

“I like you.” Osamu can’t seem to make a decision on wether to look at your eyes or not. “But fuck that, if ya think ya gotta change yourself for me, then I’d rather not date at all.”

You scoff. So all your efforts had been for nothing?

“But you said you liked quiet girls! And—” Osamu raises an eyebrow.

“You believed that?” 

“What else was I supposed to believe?” you screech.

There’s a large hand that’s harsh enough to send the hardest spikes across the net, yet gentle enough to toss the most careful sets and decorate the most delicate pieces of food in his bento. It’s on your cheek, wiping away tears that you didn’t know were there.

Hands lead up to muscular arms that greet you as you step inside his comforting embrace. There’s nothing except the sound of muffled crying through the halls. He does what he can, patting your back and offering his sweaty jersey as your handkerchief. If anyone walked in the gym right now, he would have given them a glare to send them running away for as long as they could run. 

“That I like you just the way you are.”

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CHANCES – M. TKACHUK

requested: yes | no

warning(s): none that i can think of.

word count: 5,066

listened to: chances by the backstreet boys

inspiration: mixed luggage au [ i can’t find the og au-prompt masterlist, but if this is your au idea, lemme know and i’ll link you for credit (: ]

authors note: listen– i don’t know what it is, but i’ve literally been on a tkachuk thing lately. like, i used to despise this little curly-headed gremlin, but now??? it’s all hearteyes motherfucker. this is purely a writing to help me get back into the writing groove again after these last six months of nothing– so i might be a lil rusty. anyway, i hope you enjoy <3333

part two | google doc w/ all parts | my masterlist | stuff i have planned | who i’ll write for | requests

I’m sorry Y/N, but if you’re not here in the next 5 minutes I need to keep going.

That text haunted you– it was all you could think about the moment you got off of your flight. The uber your sister had ordered for you was close to canceling– all because there were too many planes taxiing on the airstrip and your stupid flight ended up circling in the air for thirty minutes. If this were any other airport, no doubt you’d be screwed. Luckily though, you knew good ole St. Louis Lambert International like the back of your hand. So getting from point A to point luggage claim would be no problem at all. The only delay would be the luggage getting put out onto the carousel.

Which of course, did prove to be the problem at hand.

You were the first one from your flight at the carousel and hoped to be gone before any disgruntled passengers you managed to bump into, could show up. Unfortunately for you, just as the bags were being loaded onto the carousel, your fellow passengers were arriving too– more than a few giving you a look that would normally result in you rolling your eyes in response. Yet, your focus wasn’t on them, it was glued to the small carousel door, keeping an eye out for your suitcase.

Teal bag with a grey handle. Teal bag with a grey handle. Teal bag with a grey handle. Teal bag with a grey hand–

“Ah-ha!” You smiled, catching eye of your suitcase and rushing to meet it instead of letting it eventually make its way to you. You grabbed the suitcase and extended the handle to drag it away, already walking towards the exit.

One minute.

You had one minute to catch your uber before they left you and you hoped and prayed that luck was on your side and the black Toyota Corolla just happened to be parked near the door you chose to exit from. The warm summer air of the Missouri summer weather practically smacked you in the face and it fit wasn’t for the awning covering the pick-up zone, you would have no doubt been blinded by the sun too.

“Oh, thank God,” you sighed, catching sight of a black Toyota Corolla that your sister said to find, parked just six cars down to your left. You sped walked to the uber, coming to a stop at the window and waving at the driver, catching her attention. “I’m so, so sorry I’m late.”

The woman, probably in her early 60’s gave you a friendly smile instead of the scowl you were expecting. “Are you Y/N?”

“Yes ma’am,” you replied, nodding.

“Go ahead and put your suitcase in the trunk, it’s opened for you.”

You walked to the trunk and lifted it open, placing your suitcase inside before closing it and walking to the back passenger door, getting into the backseat. “Again, I’m so sorry for making you wait. We had to circle in the air for 30 minutes because of the traffic on the airstrip and,” you exhaled, relaxing back into your seat. “I’m so sorry.”

She laughed, pulling away from the airport. “It’s no problem sweetheart. I saw your reply. I was going to give you a little extra time. I know how hectic airports could be. Especially this time of the year. Everyone’s traveling for vacation.”

“Yeah, I think I might have accidentally elbowed one too many people trying to get to luggage claim.”

“Are you visiting or coming home?”

“Coming home…kind of,” you laughed, staring out the window at your hometown. “I actually just graduated from college a few weeks ago, so my roommates and I rented a house on the Jersey Shore to celebrate. But, my sister is getting married tomorrow, so that’s why I’m back.” You looked back towards her, laughing softly to yourself. “But then come September, I’ll actually be moving to Calgary for a new job and to get my Masters.”

“So a lot of traveling, I see.”

You took a deep breath and sighed, nodding. “Yeah, but I’m glad to be able to spend all of this time with my friends and family before I start working. Especially since I’ll be moving so far away.”

“It sounds like a great time,” she smiled, looking at me through the rearview mirror. “I’m a sucker for weddings, why don’t you tell me about it?”

Normally, you weren’t one to talk a lot whenever you and your friends would take Ubers downtown on the weekends– but this driver was sweet and you found yourself talking nonstop as she drove you towards your final destination. After all, she didn’t abandon you at the airport like you thought she would.

~

The car ride to your parents' place went by a lot faster than you thought it would and it was all thanks to Mrs. Sheila, your lovely uber driver. Whom, you learned, started driving after she lost her husband late last year. Her kids lived out of state and once they went back home after those first few weeks, she wanted to find something to do to keep herself busy and get herself out of the house– so, she became an uber driver.

Walking into your parents' house, you were greeted with empty echos of your footsteps. Your parents were still at work and wouldn’t be home until just a little before the rehearsal dinner tonight. Your brother, well, as far as you knew, he had absolutely nothing going on, so you didn’t know why he wasn’t around. If anyone was guaranteed to be home, it was your sister. She was the one who ordered your uber and had them take you here, so she was more than well aware of what time you’d be arriving home.

“Hello?” You called out, leaving your suitcase by the door and making your way to the living room. “Char, are you here?”

“Is that my favorite sister?” You heard her voice call out from upstairs. Looking up, you could see her rounding the hallway corner, carrying a closed laundry basket full of, no doubt, stuff for tonight’s bridal party sleepover.

“I’m your only sister,” you laughed as she made her way down the staircase.

“Unless you count all of the times we got bored and turned Nick into Nikki,” she giggled, reaching the end of the staircase and putting the basket down before stepping forward and hugging you. “How was the flight?”

“It was great up until our 30 minutes of circling in the air,” you laughed, pulling away from the hug. “Where’s my dear brother?”

“Working out with some friends. We probably won’t see him until tonight.”

“Nothing says welcome home like being greeted to an empty house.”

“Excuse you, I was here to greet you.” She laughed, picking the basket back up. “But if you really want to be upset, you should see all of the packed boxes in your room.”

“I leave in three months! Why are they packing me up now?” You gasped, acting dramatically.

“Nick and dad are planning on transforming it into some kind of training room or something.”

“But they–“

“Already took over the garage? Yeah, I know and mom is pissed.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the handle of your suitcase again. “He literally told the Blues that he was going back to Michigan in the fall to try and win a championship. Why the hell are they even treating him like he’s already a hall of famer?”

“Perks of being the youngest, not to mention dad’s only son,” she laughed, looking at the door. “Ready to head to the Airbnb?”

“Can we get food first?” You asked, dragging your suitcase along. “I’m starving.”

She laughed as you held the door open for her. “Good, because we’re most definitely getting food before we go and take a nap.”

You laughed, walking out of the house with her and then closing and locking the door behind you. “I knew we were related.”

~

Lunch and a nap turned out to be exactly what you needed. The two of you had stopped at a subway to get some food before driving over to the Airbnb that you, your sister and the rest of the bridesmaids would be staying for the night.

It was a beautiful three-bedroom, modernized cottage that looked like it was stripped directly from the pages of a fairytale book. It was tucked away, just off to the side in the backyard of a beautiful colonial house, whose farm would tomorrow be transformed into a whimsical fairytale wedding location. The men would be getting ready in the house, while the women would be getting ready in the cute cottage. Sort of like a secret getaway paradise before the wedding.

When you got back with your food, your sister took you on a tour of the property while the wedding planners and staff were setting up all of the bigger decorations for tomorrow. You were off at school during the entire planning process, only ever seeing every one of her ideas in pictures. The only things you were able to take part in, were the dress shopping and her bachelorette party since they were both held at a time you were on a fall break from school. Besides being there for those two things, the only other thing you helped with– was the proposal.

Colton has been in your life for as long as you could remember. He and Charlotte have been best friends since Pre-K. It was the cliché friends to lovers kind of story that was told time after time– but in theirs, there were no other people in it. It was just them. There were no other boyfriends or girlfriends, no other crushes– from the very beginning, they were it for each other. They were each other's first everything– kiss, date, girlfriend/boyfriend, time– in their love story, they had found their one great love…all before they turned five.

Wherever Charlotte was, there was Colton– they were stuck like glue and your parents loved it. It was their friendship that brought both of your families together to the relationship that you all had now. Your families were best friends, all because of their relationship. You often took vacations together, spent holidays together, hell, you and Colton’s middle brother, Mason, even had joint birthday parties– as did your two younger siblings, Nick and Addie. Your families even try to go as far as to dropping hints that all three kids should date.

Colton and Charlotte. You and Mason. Nick and Addie– all the same age and practically family already.

It was perfect.

Until you and Mason tried to date in the tenth-grade and realized that kissing the person you’ve shared every birthday party with, used to take baths with and shared every key moment growing up– wasn’t all that great. In fact, it was weird. So the two of you remained as the almost black sheep of the families, especially since Nick and Addie were headed down the same path as Charlotte and Colton. They started dating in eighth-grade– like Colton and Charlotte– and have maintained a healthy and strong relationship to now, even long-distance, when they’ll both be sophomores in college in the fall, Addie at the University of Missouri and Nick playing hockey at the University of Michigan.

You and Mason were there, always making jokes about how it runs in the family but skipped a generation. Never letting your siblings live it down that the two of you will be the ones to break the cycle. Funny how you two were also the ones who played the biggest roles in Charlotte’s engagement.

Both of your dads are huge St. Louis Blues fans. So naturally, they tried to rub that off onto their children. And it worked, all except for you. You tolerated the blues, but never really adopted hockey as your favorite sport. You understood it, watched it whenever you never had a choice– but like your mom, you gravitated more towards football and adopted her hometown team as your own– the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Colton and Charlotte, however, were both diehard Blues fans from day one. There were even pictures to prove it. They even went to a game on both their first ‘supervised’ date and ‘unsupervised’ date. So, when the Blues were making a run for the Stanley Cup– it was imminent for your families to attend at least one game. You and Mason did everything in your power to get the Blues attention. You emailed anyone and everyone who worked in their front office, you spammed their social media accounts– anything and everything to get their attention so you could share their story and Colton’s plan.

And at game four it all came to life. Charlotte was ‘randomly’ selected to participate in an intermission event after the first period where she’d be blindfolded and needed to walk along the ice to find Louie after collecting ‘Blues momentos’ along the way. The Blues had played the short slideshow of Colton and Charlotte that you and Mason had sent them, as they introduced her to the crowd. Unbeknownst to her, both of our families were on the ice with her, standing behind her while she was blindfolded. You and the other three siblings were scattered in front of her, each holding a single rose.

The Blues staff member helped her walk along the ice and the moment that she took a flower from someone, they needed to go back to where she started, which was where Colton was standing with the ring in his pocket. The four of you each had a sign, that when held up together read ‘Will you marry me?’ Once Charlotte neared Louie, he cut the distance to just by center ice where all of you were waiting. And when she found Louie, the entire crowd had erupted into cheers as she took off her blindfold, all smiles until she turned around to see the signs and Colton on one knee.

She said yes. The Blues won. The proposal went viral and your families were given a box to game seven where the Blues won the Stanley Cup.

All in a day's work between the two middle siblings, and one that led you all to this moment– the wedding tomorrow. Where Colton, who was already like a big brother yo you, would officially, pretty much become your big brother.

“Y/N,” your sister said, shaking your arm. “Y/N, get up. We’ve got like 45 minutes to get ready for dinner before we have to leave and no offense, but you need to shower.”

“Your lucky that you’re getting married tomorrow or I’d kill you,” you mumbled into the pillow, taking a deep breath and exhaling before pushing yourself up. “Can you charge my phone for me? I won’t take too long, just need to rinse off and I’ll be back.”

“In your backpack?” She asked as you walked out of the room.

“Mhhm, small front pocket. The charger is with it.”

You walked out of the room and into the connected bathroom, closing the door behind you before walking towards the shower and turning on the water. Your nap was more than enough to help you make it through dinner. You hadn’t thought that you were even that tired, but the moment you laid down to relax after eating your sandwich– you were absolutely knocked out.

To be fair though, you had spent the last two weeks partying it up on the beach with your college roommates, trying to relive every moment from your last four years of partying, downing booze, and making out with any attractive guy who caught your eye. You know what they say, no rest for the wicked– and boy, oh boy, were the wicked actions of shotgunning beers with strangers in the hot summer jersey sun, coming back to haunt you.

At least you got one hell of a tan and more memories to last you a lifetime, out of it all.

You turned off the shower before you stepped out and wrapped a towel around your body, then wrapping your hair up in a second towel. You walked out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom, only to find it empty. "Hey, Char?"

"In the living room...er, kitchen, I guess!"

You walked out of the bedroom and into the living room to see Charlotte sitting at the kitchen counter, a make-up mirror propped up in front of her and hot curling iron in her hand. "Why are you doing your hair in the kitchen?"

"You were in the bathroom and the lighting is lacking in the bedroom." She let a curl, fall from the iron and turned to you. "What's up?"

"Well, for one, the bathroom is free," you laughed, looking around. "And two, I was wondering where you put my suitcase? It was in the room and now it's not."

"No," she dragged out her reply, focusing on wrapping another piece of hair around the iron before averting her eyes towards the door. "You left it by the front door. Never brought it in."

You turned towards the front door and sure enough, right there not even three feet away from the door...was your suitcase. "Awesome, thanks!" You said, walking over and tugging on the handle, extending it out before walking back to the room. "And my phone?"

"Charging in the kitchen. It was dead by the way."

"Great," you huffed, walking into the bedroom and over to the bed. You lifted up the suitcase, letting it plop down onto the bed and exhaled a deep breath. It was a lot heavier than you thought it was. But maybe your body was just tired from traveling and last night's final night out.

You caught a glimpse of the alarm clock that was set up on the bedside table and saw that your getting ready time was vastly starting to dwindle. So, not thinking anything more of the heavy suitcase, you unzipped the zipper and threw the cover back, ready to grab the romper you had placed directly on top, just so it wouldn't get wrinkled. You stared down at the contents of the suitcase, quickly grabbing the cover and shutting it again.

Okay, maybe you were imagining things.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling, and then opening your eyes and opening the suitcase again.

No, you definitely weren't imagining things.

The same spike ball netting was still staring you right in the face. Surrounding it, were three spike balls and a crumbled up bag that was supposed to house the set. Beneath it, a bunch of crumpled up clothes and other things.

"No," you shut the suitcase again, repeating the same steps: close your eyes, take a breath, hope you're dreaming, open your eyes and then the suitcase, only to be disappointed. "No, no– oh my God, this can't be happening. Charlotte!!"

You heard her footsteps echo off of the wooden floor as she made her way to the bedroom, half of her hair curled and set. "What?"

"This isn't my suitcase."

"Of course it is," she scoffed. "Colton and I got you that big traveling set for graduation, and that," she pointed at the suitcase, "is it."

"No, it's not," You opened the suitcase and reached in, grabbing the first thing you felt and holding it up to show her. "See? Not mine!"

"Y/N," her eyes widened before she started to laugh. "You might want to put those down."

"It's just the spike ball bag, it's not big–" you turned to see what you were holding and sure enough, it was not the spike ball bag you thought you had picked up. It was a pair of Ant-Man boxers, and it was unknown whether or not they were clean or not. "Ah, ew!" You tossed them back into the suitcase, wiping your hand on your towel. "Ew, ew, ew, I just touched a stranger's dirty underwear."

"You don't know if they were dirty."

"You don't know if they were clean!" You argued back, looking around the handle for an identification tag. "This definitely isn't mine. My travel tag isn't on the handle."

"Who uses a travel tag?" She laughed, shaking her head.

"Me," you turned towards the suitcase, slamming it shut and zipping it. "I use a travel tag, so if my luggage gets lost or switched, they can contact me. It's common travel knowledge."

She sighed, walking over towards the suitcase and unzipping the two pockets on top, looking in and shaking her head. "Nothing hidden in those pockets. Did you think to go through the rest of the suitcase? Maybe they have a tag in there."

"And risk touching another pair of possibly dirty boxers and God knows what else? No thanks," you zipped up the suitcase and picked it up, placing it back onto the ground. "I'm doomed. That suitcase had all of the clothes that I took to Jersey, in it. It had my outfit and makeup for tonight."

"I have something you can borrow," she walked over to the closet, opening it to reveal it was empty besides two dresses hanging up. "And I've got make-up and whatever your little heart desires for your hair."

"Your wedding present was in there too," you sighed, walking over to the closet. "Which one?"

"This." She held out the rose-colored dress, handing the hanger to you. "You can get away with no bra and I can give you a pair of underwear from the new pack I bought this morning–"

"Why would you buy new underwear?" You asked, taking the dress.

"In case of emergencies," she closed the closet and turned back to you, nodding. "Which, this is. Unopened pack in that laundry basket I was carrying, feel free to take a pair and keep them. As for shoes...you're kind of on your own on that one."

You sighed, defeated as she walked out of the bedroom, leaving you to get dressed. You unwrapped the towel around your hair, letting it drop onto the floor as the towel wrapped around your body went with it. You took the dress off of the hanger and untied the straps, lifting the dress over your head and tugging it down. Your mind was going over every detail of just how you picked up the wrong suitcase. Fair, it was a dead-ringer for the suitcase you took with you to Jersey, but even you should have known to realize that there was no bright red luggage tag hanging on the side handle. And it was all you could do but hope that whoever picked up your suitcase thinking it was theirs, would at least call or text.

"Oh shit," you said, holding onto the straps that hung down on the side, trying to tie them in the back. "Charlotte! My phone!"

You ran out into the living room to see her now finishing up her make-up at the counter, turning to you with wide eyes. "Okay one, sit down and let me brush your hair," she stood up and grabbed your wrist, bringing you over to counter and sitting you down. "And two, your phone is right there."

"If they figured out our luggage was switched, they'd call! My luggage tag!" You reached across the counter, grabbing your phone and turning it over to see that the screen was still black. "Oh come on, my phone wasn't that dead!"

Charlotte tugged you back and started to brush your hair, not bothering to go slow. "I plugged it in the moment you went to take a shower, just give it a few seconds."

If looks could kill, your phone would be nowhere ready to turn on. You were glaring at the screen as if pure intimidation would turn it on. This could go one of two ways:

1) This person left your suitcase in the dark abyss that is lost luggage at the airport.

or

2) Like you, they didn't realize that they had grabbed the wrong luggage until they went to open it and they'll find your luggage tag and call you.

"Ah!" You yelled, jumping out of the chair as your phone lit up. You leaned over the counter, your heart racing as Charlotte tried to keep brushing your hair. "Come on, come on, come on..."

"Right there," Charlotte said, pointing at your screen as a text message notification popped up on the screen from an unknown number. "That has to be them!"

"Oh thank God," you sighed, thumb ready to swipe the message open. "Oh...yikes."

"Uh," Charlotte laughed as the two of you continued to watch your messages pour in, at least 5 coming in from the unknown number, along with three phone calls. "Yikes indeed, I guess they're panicking just as much as you are."

You swiped on the notifications, unlocking your phone, and going to the message.

unknown: hi y/n i think you grabbed the wrong suitcase...

unknown: yeah, uh, you most definitely grabbed the wrong suitcase.

unknown: is there any way we can switch in the next 30 minutes before i reach my house?

unknown: ok, so i'm sorry for the spam texts and calls...but this is kind of urgent.

unknown: like life or death.

"Life or death?" Charlotte asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "What the hell was in that suitcase?"

"Spike ball and dirty clothes," you replied, shrugging. Your eyes went wide before you turned back to her. "What if they're a drug smuggler and there are drugs in there?"

She opened her mouth to speak before looking down at your phone, nodding. "Now's your chance to find out. Look who's calling."

You looked back down at your phone to see the unknown number flash on your screen. You looked back at her, shaking your head. "You answer it."

"Your luggage, you answer it," she laughed, pulling back segments of your hair to tie back. "But put it on speaker, I'm curious what the drug dealer sounds like."

You shoved your elbow back, avoiding her as you nervously slid your thumb across the screen, answering the call and pressing the speaker button. "Hello?"

"Oh thank God," the unknown called sighed, clearing his throat. "Sorry for the spam calls, I've just been panicking."

"Yeah, I’m sorry...my phone died," you replied, looking at Charlotte as your voice dwindled off.

"The suitcase," she mouthed, nodding her head back towards the room.

"Oh, the suitcase!" You said, almost a little too excited. You cleared your throat, calming yourself down. "I most definitely have your suitcase...maybe."

"Well I have yours," you could hear rustling in the background. "Y/N L/N, right?"

"Yep, that's me," you looked at Charlotte again, shaking your head. "Sorry to kind of do this...but how do I know I have your suitcase? I mean, what if I grabbed someone else's and you grabbed mine and there's three of us in this and–"

Charlotte smacked your back lightly with the back of the brushed, shaking her head as the voice on the other side of the phone laughed. "Um, shit," he coughed, smacking his lips. "Uh well, there should be a spike ball set in there. If not, then I left it at Johnny's. Otherwise, it's just clothes."

"Congratulations," you laughed, leaning back into the chair. "I've got your suitcase."

"Oh thank God, I was really worried there for a second," they replied. "Is there any chance we can exchange them soon?"

"Okay, so about that," you sighed, biting the inside of your cheek. "I kind of have a wedding rehearsal and dinner to go to in 20 minutes...and I don't think that will be over with till about...two hours from now. Is that okay?"

There was silence on the other side and you couldn't help but feel horrible at the fact that you were keeping this stranger away from his luggage and that he had to keep yours until then. "My family and I are going to dinner in two hours, reservation and all."

"Where at?" You spoke before your brain could even catch up with what your mouth was doing. "I'm sorry that was creepy."

He laughed and you felt a little flutter feeling in your stomach. "No, it's fine. I think we're going to Maggiano's in–"

"In the Westfield town center?" Your eyes widened as Charlotte placed the brush down on the counter behind you, looking at you with a smile. "We're going to Pieology in the Westfield town center!"

"Pieology for a wedding rehearsal dinner? Sounds like my kind of party," he laughed. "So, do you just want to exchange then? When I get there and you're leaving?"

"Sounds perfect!"

"Great! So I'll just, text you when I get there and I promise I won't forget the suitcase."

"Okay, I'll see you then."

"All right, bye, Y/N!"

"Bye!" You hung up the call and Charlotte leaned against the counter a smile on her face. "What?"

"He sounded cute." She stuck placed the extra bobby pins she didn't need, onto the counter. "Maybe he can be your date for my wedding."

"Not this again," you groaned, getting out of the chair. "For the last time, I don't need a date. Besides, this guy is a total stranger– I don't even know his name!"

"You can learn it later," she laughed, wiggling her eyebrows. "Either way, do your makeup quickly because we need to leave in ten."

She walked off towards the bedroom the two of you had claimed and you sighed, sitting back down into your seat, grabbing her mascara, blush, and golden liquid shimmer eyeshadow. It was the best you could do for now, until you got all of your stuff back from this stranger. As you applied the eyeshadow, you couldn't get Charlotte's comment out of your head. She was right, he did sound cute. But who's to say that he's not a total creep? Or that he's even your age? He could be in his 40's or even barely cruising 18. And then stood the real issue, you didn't even know his name.

Your phone screen lit up once again and you looked away from the mirror, seeing that you had another text from the unknown number. You furrowed your eyebrows and unlocked your phone, opening his text.

unknown: my name is matt, by the way 😊

[sodrippy]

god ive been looking at u and ellian reblog quotes and tagging them with names and i was so curious and oooooh this is so cool!!! i am looking directly at it 👁️👁️👁️ if u ever feel like sharing more i would love to hear it it sounds so fucking cool

waaa claudio<333333 god how to begin to unpack them...

nyx was my dnd oc, she was a very sexy tiefling rogue, a pirate and professional thief. she’s cranky and lonesome and very straightforward. if you ask her if she stole your wallet she would simply say yes, like, what are you gonna do? fight her for it? she has 2 swords and is jacked bro, try it<3

she was abandoned at birth bc every dnd oc needs a splash of trite cliche backstory, and she didnt know this but her mom was a sea deity/abyssal demon and bc of this she had MAGIC too it was very hot, all green light and wild magic sorcery multiclassing. 

her and jouka (ellians main oc) are both such reticent isolated little freaks, but they had a lovely Moment in one of our sessions and even though we didnt really know shit about each other’s characters even as players, they just so beautifully Clicked and we were like Oh Whoa....they’re both really similar in the way theyre so focused on their own objectives and orient their worldviews and values on the few people they love rather than any other fixed points and it makes the bond they have so waaaa u know?

nyx would 100% follow jouka wherever, and help him get his goal, bc she’s led such a solitary life and assumed she would die on a job or whatever, and like i said her morals are very internal. so to feel as strongly towards jouka as she does is really unexpected and surprising, but SO meaningful yk, so now her morals are bound to him and shes like. yeah i dont care i Will stay with you no matter what bro we’re IT. and they ARE fdjcnx

(ideally what happens is jouka goes on a hot little necromantic revenge quest (ill let ellian explain that) and nyx is like ‘okay bro i love you so i will help as best i can’ and she sticks with him right until the end and mercy kills him bc he asks her to, and shes so mad bc how can he ask this of her but as if she would deny him u know? which, to be clear shes not evil or amoral, but in the fantasy dnd world, morality and crime are obviously in such different and skewed placements yknow, and bc of the life she’s lived she’s fully like. yeah i care about me and the people i love, and thats about it.)

modern au nyx is japanese-american and her names akira kishi, and she suffers the same brand of asian brainrot as i do re: family gfhdnc. she ran away from home when she turned 18 and she’s best friends and roommates with jouka (and kai) and they live an asian supremacy life<3 theyre so fucking messy and fun and stupid, and nyx loves jouka and kai like family even though she will not tell kai this bc hes insufferable as it is. she’s extended her circle of tolerated individuals to accept jouka’s siblings as well even though her and lem do NOT get along at first at ALL (they reach a truce after nyx accidentally stabs lem, its fine, its not major, dont worry about it)

ok this is already so long but waaa kai<3333 he started as another dnd oc concept when i was REALLY going through it about the various brotherly bonds in mdzs and since the primary villain of our campaign at the time involved the undead, i was like o word im gonna give this guy an undead brother to chase down and avenge

so kai was a psionic sorcerer, he had telepathic abilities and could do nonverbal spells and stuff BUT he acts like he cant do shit until its like. absolute dire straits and he Has to show off fhdsjcxn otherwise hes just like waa please help me i am but a fragile little man ): 

hes very fun and friendly and sweet, but hes laser focused on finding his brother and killing whoever murdered him, and he truly does not care about anyone who gets in the way of that

modern au kai is a sweetheart, but hes so spoiled and used to getting what he wants bc hes cute and Very aware of it u know. plus his older brother, xingkui, half raised him and protected him from that specific cold brand of wrath asian parents can wield u know fhdcxn so hes just like, been so cared for and protected his whole life

hes super friendly and fun, but hes quite careless with people as well bc nothings ever That Deep for him and he doesnt stop to consider that it could be for others, and when its pointed out to him he just shrugs it off like ‘ok that sounds like a them problem though’ (except he has a real soft spot for lem bc cmon how could you not)

MOST important kai fact: he has bubblegum pink hair and his wardrobe is half very nice expensive fruity clothing and half shit hes stolen from his friends and his brother

god okay theres SO MUCH MORE about all of them and the various AUs we have (gothrat au is the band jouka and nyx formed, theres a bodyguard au bc nyx is so chefs kiss perfect for that, and a detective noir au bc its sexy and why not, and so on and so forth) but ill spare u further essays about it. i love them sosososo much and not to be narcissistic but truly nobody is doing it like vallian when it comes to OCs

[that-yandere-life]

Your writing is so awesome, I love every single hc and blurb you make. “Let me go!”, “You’re so cute when you struggle like that~”, “You’re all mine now.” with possesive and delusional Steve? Please and thank you!

Prompts Used:

“Let me go!”

“You’re so cute when you struggle like that~”

“You’re all mine now.”

[Warning: Violence, Drugging, Kidnapping, Murder, Mentions of Blood, Dark]

Steve had become utterly obsessed with you since you first joined the team a few months ago. However lately he noticed you hanging out less with him and more with Sam, causing him to grow a little jealous. It wasn’t long until he couldn’t take it anymore that he started coming up with a solid mission plan.

One evening when he knew you would both be training with each other, he decided to lace water bottles with something that would knock you out. Handing them out to you, you didn’t think anything of it. Steve was your Captain, so he was just looking out for you making sure you kept hydrated.

That was how you woke up blindfolded and tied to a chair who knows where. Struggling against the binds that held you in place, you heard footsteps approaching. “You’re so cute when you struggle like that.”A familiar voice rang out in front of you. “That determined look on your face as you try to escape.”He chuckled darkly.

“Let me go!”You cried out fighting against the restraints even harder now, desperate to get free and run away. “This isn’t funny! Who are you?”You inquired growing angrier by the second as the voice didn’t answer.

“You will find out in just a moment sweetheart, have a little patience while I set things up.”Steve grinned knowing that you couldn’t see his expression. Hearing a few slaps you winced thinking that you were about to be hit, only for groaning to catch your attention. “Now here is the main event, what you are here to witness.”He stated as he removed the blindfold standing behind you.

What you saw chilled you to your very core, it was Sam tape over his mouth, and blood dripping down his head. With wide eyes you tried shuffling the chair over to him, but you weren’t moving an inch. The sight making you forget entirely about the man who had taken you both, now you were just concerned for Sam’s safety.

“I thought at first it was just a friendly sort of relationship growing between the two of you. But as time went on it was like you completely forgot that I existed. Well that was when it stopped being sweet, and started becoming infuriating. So I decided to take matters into my own hands, and prove who is the better one for you. The stronger one.”Steve’s voice came from behind you.

“Steve? Why are you doing this? I thought we were all friends, this isn’t right. Come on let us out of here.”You attempted to bargain with him in hopes he would listen to reason.

“We were friends, but I need more than just your friendship. I need your heart, your soul, all your deepest desires. Sam can’t give you what you need, only I can. He needs to be removed from the picture entirely. That is truly the only way we can move on from this, and focus on our future together.”Steve explained walking into view now standing behind Sam.

The fear was evident on your face as you watched him pull out a knife shoving it into the back of Sam’s head killing him instantly. Screaming loudly you felt tears overrun your eyes as your breathing quickly turned into harsh sobs. “HOW COULD YOU!”You exclaimed clearly in agony over the loss of your friend.

“You’re all mine now, nothing can come between us anymore darling. Nothing.”Steve stated firmly, with a satisfied smile on his features coming over to wipe the tears from your eyes. “I will always be here to protect you from those who will take advantage of you. He would have broken your heart, something that I could never do Doll.”He added kissing your cheeks lovingly, a sigh of relief passing by his lips.

[Thank you so much for your support and your compliments sweetheart!

[babyboyoonie]

Hii can you write something about bts being overprotective of yoongi?? I love when they are super protective of him especially when it’s kookie, tae, or namjoon

Sure thing ♥

It comes as a surprise to literally no one but Yoongi. The fact that his band mates are not so secretly…overprotective motherfuckers.

He doesn’t realize it—as attentive to their feelings as he is, it’s a totally different matter when it concerns him. So there’s this photoshoot, a lot more revealing skin-wise as it would be usually. And although Yoongi’s vaguely uncomfortable, it’s nothing beside the clear moodiness that comes off in waves from Taehyung.

Specifically when he’s looking at what Yoongi’s wearing, at his exposed legs and the bare hints of the skin of his stomach. “You’re not wearing this,” he says, tone absolute, and Yoongi’s kind of left dumbfounded at how serious the other man is.

“I am, though,” he rolls his eyes, to hide how confused he is inside, but it doesn’t deter Taehyung in the least.

Upon this—he proceeds to follow Yoongi around during the entire photoshoot and hides his body as much as he can, which is ridiculous, but Taehyung does and throws dark looks at whoever dares to look too close at the struggling Yoongi behind his back.

And—and okay, that’s a thing Yoongi’s not sure he’ll be able to understand anytime soon. Certainly not when Jungkook becomes more obvious, too.

They were all aware Jungkook was kind of territorial. Offhandedly, subtly, but still. Territorial. Yoongi just never thought he would be the trigger for Jungkook to act on it.

It’s surprising and pretty fast. At one point he’s just talking to Hoseok, and they’re close, and it’s normal, Hoseok and him are always close. But then comes the moment where Jungkook stomps over them and kind of just manhandles Yoongi away from Hoseok, hands firm on his waist. They don’t leave, stay here, grip hot and firm and keeping Yoongi flush against Jungkook’s chest.

He doesn’t say anything either, this brat, but he doesn’t leave. Yoongi cranes his neck up to look at him and find a peculiar look in the boy’s eyes. Possessive, protective.

After this, he struggles to keep the conversation going with Hoseok.

Jungkook looks smug.

Namjoon does too, Yoongi finds out days later. But—but only after he finishes being all over him.

It doesn’t click immediately in Yoongi’s head, because he’s used to have this kind of proximity with Namjoon—they’ve been living together for eight years. A fact both of them like to remind everyone. But Namjoon? Namjoon takes it farther, as if he has something to prove.

Yoongi doesn’t know what exactly. Really, they would be with everyone else, and if—if he didn’t find the time to at least spend a good portion of his time with Namjoon, the man’s suddenly everywhere, not so casually all over him. May it be arms over his shoulders, close embraces or just full on cuddles—Namjoon’s here and shielding Yoongi from the view of everyone else.

“People say that we act like we’re married—I have to keep my tiny husband safe from the wolves, right?”

And this—this is ridiculous, okay.

But it still makes Yoongi blush wildly.

Hoseok is all about—“Text me when you’re home” warm, “sleep well” sweet and caring, “don’t follow strangers” worried, then, because Yoongi zones out too easily when he overworked himself, “if someone tells you you’re cute, call me, I’ll fly there and tell them to back off”

—and the worry and the cuteness turn a bit dark, heated, stark protectiveness in Hoseok’s lowering tone. Hoseok’s all about cheeriness and friendliness until he’s not. Until his mood switches and the personality they all know when he goes in dance mode appears—it’s a serious man, whose smiles turn into smirk and whose voice only carries orders.

Sometimes, Yoongi would be talking with someone else. Hoseok would look at him, say “come here,” voice low, and Yoongi would come right away. Because there’s no going against Hoseok’s underlying orders when he’s like that.

He thinks—he thinks Jimin won’t give him this problem. Won’t pull this overprotective bullshit with him, because the boy’s usually too busy teasing people. But then he’s teasing Yoongi. Grabbing his waist at every occasion when they’re on the stage, naturally, with a little grin, as if it was normal. Whispering weird things in his ear when they’re at a fucking ceremony award, even though he knows they’re being filmed.

Yoongi thinks, resolutely, that the kid’s just messing with him. But then, at said ceremony award, another idol come to talk to him whenever the cameras turn away. It’s fine, Yoongi doesn’t mind much, but apparently Jimin does. A lot. Enough for the guy talking to him to scamper within seconds, sweating nervously, to Yoongi’s surprise.

He turns around to see Jimin smiling. Suspiciously.

He’s right to be suspicious, though, because afterwards, the same guy tells him he didn’t know Yoongi was dating Jimin. Ignored Yoongi’s spluttering to tell him he was surprised to see Jimin with such a chilly glare and that—“it’s scary as fuck man, he must be super protective huh?”

What for, Yoongi had wanted to scream.

His hyung’s too smooth for Yoongi to get it right away. But when he’s alone, later on, he thinks about it. Thinks about Jin being suddenly loud out of nowhere, “Yoongicchi” slipping out more than usually. As if he wanted to show off the nickname, the closeness. He doesn’t pick it up, until he remembers there’s been a rapper Yoongi knew before that had come into him pretty strong. Even his oblivious ass had noticed, and it seemed as Jin did too. Because before he knew it, he was dragged away with a bullshit excuse by the other man, a warm hand on his lower back leading him away.

It makes him feel strange. This overprotectiveness. Because he’s always felt as if he was the one that should be protective like that—but here they were, coddling him until it entered the possessive zone.

It’s…

He’ll never admit it to their face but—it’s pretty nice, he thinks with a little, hidden smile.

“Ah, hyung! What are you smiling about?”

“Hush now.”

[goodenoughmatsu]

can I have some hc's for Yandere!Matsus? :3333

Oh, i’m no good with yandere, but here ya go:

Oso: VERY TOUCHY, and is ALWAYS with his s/o 24/7.

If s/o is disobedient, he will secretly poison their oden and will only give them the antidote if they behave.

He loves physically hurting his s/o, only to take good care of them after; kinda like a big brother. *gasps* That’s it! He’ll force s/o to call him “onii-chan”! It’ll be perfect!

Kara: Killing his s/o is a HUGE no, no.

He rarely shows his angry side.

Loves writing romantic songs for s/o; though the lyrics are very questionable and quite disturbing.

Choro: Would basically be the “classic” yandere.

Likes playing games like “Doki Doki Literature Club!” and “Yandere Simulator”. It’s fun to force s/o to play too.

Makes sure to clean the blood after every kill. He doesn’t want s/o to come home to a bloody mess, now does he?

Ichi: HUGE ASS SADIST!

May treat his s/o like a “cat”.

If s/o breaks up with him, he’ll take it very badly. He’ll do something extreme like throw himself off a building as he hits the ground headfirst and dies. Having witness Ichimatsu commit suicide, s/o and new boyfriend or girlfriend are unable to be together because of their guilt over Ichi’s actions and break up. S/o swears to never date anyone ever again, which was all a part of Ichi’s plan…kinda.

Jyushi: Anyone who touches s/o, gets a baseball bat to the face!

VERY OBSESSIVE!

He starts off pretty friendly and happy at first, but then later on there’s lots of death/people being killed, regardless of their good intentions or innocence.

Totty: Ooo, la, la, a Razor Ryoba Saw is his weapon of choice~ It’s perfect for swiping necks with~ Plus, he thinks he looks super cute with it~ Tehe~💖

He’s super sweet towards his s/o! Almost…too sweet.

If s/o cheats on him, he’ll invite them over for some “dinner”. When s/o arrives though at the Matsuno household, no one seems to be there. While still waiting for Totty, or at least someone to show up, s/o checks on their phone and is surprised to see a message from Todomatsu. The first line of the text reads “You’re so ungrateful, how dare you cheat on me😠”, followed by alot of empty spaces. When they finally get to the last part of the message, it reads “get ready 2 die~ Tehe~😉” Confused and freaked out, s/o turns around with a shocked expression only to find Totty charging at them with a sharp kitchen knife. Before s/o can react, they are stabbed in the gut by him and fall to the ground, screaming in agony. Totty sobs and tells s/o how horrible and ungrateful they are, and that he’s been nothing but nice to them as he continues to repeatedly stab s/o who is incapable of resisting and begs Todomatsu to stop, but he doesn’t seem to listen. Or at least he doesn’t feel like listening to them. S/o ends up dying from all the blows.

[archuve]

In Search Of Food: Bonus Date

SURPRISEEEE

I have a decided to actually write the date! Or was trying to but before I knew it the word count reached 5k and before we even got to the date! XD So the date is going to be in two chapters, one for before the date which I had a lot of fun writing and has actually written and the other for the actual date which I haven’t written yet.

ALSO

This bonus date is dedicated to @croixmeridies !!!

HAPPY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY FRIEND!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!! LOVE YOU <3333

https://worldsinword.tumblr.com/post/166916054278/in-search-of-food (The previous Chapter- 1/3)

Chapter 2/3

Croix looked at herself in the mirror, her fingers weaving and moving through her lavender hair as she murmured small words of motivation to herself. Today was Wednesday after all, the day where she would be on the date with the one and only Chariot Du Nord. Her fingers paused, her mind flashing back to the small moment of days ago. The way her heart pounded against her rib cage, how her cheeks hurt from smiling so much and how her entire face was on fire from just one singular moment.

Chariot Du Nord kissed her.

Granted it was a kiss on the cheek but it was enough to shortcut her usual thinking for days and nights. Her mind was on a repeat, over and over the scene replayed in her thoughts. Sometimes it would stop there at the kiss and she wouldn’t be distracted again from work. If she was a bit unlucky the whole day would go on, from how she first met Akko to how she leaves calling Chariot ‘ma Cherie’. Often it left Croix in a dreamlike state before it ends or an external source snapped her out of it.

Then, there were those moments.

These moments where in her head, Chariot Du Nord doesn’t stop at the kiss on the cheek. Some nights it was a simple kiss which lead them to kiss passionately, Chariot’s back against the wall whilst Croix’s hands roamed through her gorgeous red hair. Some nights Chariot didn’t bother with the cheek but went straight to her lips and on the rare singular occasion… Croix didn’t leave the house at all and spent the night there.

Every time, every single instance where Croix dreamt or thought of something regarding the beautiful redhead, Croix knew she was swooning. She either swooned in her head or in reality, sinking her head into the palms of her hand as she sighed with her emerald eyes evolving to heart eyes. It was if she was caught under a spell.

A sudden jingle of robotic hums brought Croix back to reality as she let out an amused sigh at herself, realising that just now she was in that trance she was contemplating. She looked to the side,  the corner of her lips curled upwards as her phone screen illuminated a message from none other than Chariot Du Nord. She picked it up, a slight rise in the pulse as she looked at the message before the excited smile dissolved into a disbelieving laugh. The user may have Chariot’s name but the contents showed the person behind it was not.

Croix: Why do you have Chariot’s phone Akko?

Chariot Du Woah:*Gasp* How did you know it was me??? :O

Croix laughed once more at her message before her eyes flicker back to the original message of the topic and laughed even more. Where does she get these things?

Croix: After your search for ‘food’ for your mum, I highly doubt she would start a conversation with a pickup line and of food of all things.

Chariot Du Woah: What’s wrong with mine???

“Everything,” Croix muttered under her breath as she typed a different response, her mind rolling back to the message before laughing once more. Are you an Ice Cream? Because I bet you’re sweet when I taste you. “And the fact I didn’t think of it first.”

Croix: I’ll explain when you’re older

Chariot Du Woah: I mean I don’t get it but I know ice cream is really tasty! So it must be good!

Croix: Good, stay pure and out of the internet. Croix wanted to add another piece of advice before something hit her instead.

Croix: Wait, didn’t Chariot ground you from the internet?

Whatever Akko was typing to her paused, then walls of text exploded on her screen. To Croix’s further amusement, her typing reactions made it looked like Akko was going through the five stages of grief.  

Chariot Du Woah: Ummmm I have no idea what you are talking about

Chariot Du Woah: Actually, I do got some idea, why are you snitching on me???? Like come on Croix you are supposed to be friendly to the kid whose mum you’re dating

Chariot Du Woah: Like we are supposed to be great friends, I give you advice about mum and you don’t tell mum about these sort of things. Let’s start now and since I came up with it and you start your end first

Chariot Du Woah: Oh who am I kidding I’m so dead

Chariot Du Woah: This is fine, I can live with the inevitable death that awaits me

Croix: Lmao actually how did you get the phone in the first place?

There was a set of ellipses before there was a pause and then they left altogether. After a little while, Croix got concerned with the lack of messages.

Croix: Akko?

Chariot Du Woah: Croix I am soooo sorry for what Akko just written

Croix: Ah there’s the real Chariot behind the name, how are you? And don’t worry it’s fine.

Chariot Du Woah: Well, I’m doing well and ummm

Chariot’s texting paused there, then the dots appeared, then disappeared. This repeated for a while until Croix got one message that explains everything.  

Chariot Du Woah: I gtg cause Akko is trying to get my phone

Croix: It's fine XD, I’ll see you later for our date, ma cherie

Croix couldn't deny how her fingers were shaking from typing the small endearment nor could she ignore the wide smile across her cheeks and her heartbeat that drummed in her ears.

Chariot Du woah: yes… I’ll see you soon

Croix was about to leave it there before another message came instead, one that made Croix laugh before revealing a wistful smile.

Chariot Du woah: CROIX SHE IS BLUSHING AND GAFJAKDF

Croix chuckled once more at the abrupt ending, a message no doubt coming from Akko and in her head, she wishes Akko a safe departure to the world of the dead. “So far everything is going well.”

/-/

“So far everything is going terribly,” Chariot replied as she groaned into her hand, ignoring the childish boo in the background. She lifted her head, her red eyes glaring at the person in front of her. “And you’re not helping acting like you were Akko.”

“That’s only because when I tried to give you some advice you called it stupid.” Marjo rebutted as she crossed her arms and leant against the wall.

“That’s because it is!” Chariot exclaimed, lifting her arms up to emphasis her point before she walks up to Marjo and points to her. “You want me to give her a-” her words end there as Chariot’s cheeks reddened and her tongue becomes all twisted. “A…” Chariot tried again before the fire behind her words dwindled once more.

“A….” Marjo prompted with a raised brow and a badly hidden laugh. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad Chariot.”

“A private show,” Chariot hissed which made Marjo erupt to a fit of laugh. “I don’t know why you find this so funny considering you came up with it.”

“It’s the fact that your cute little head went straight to the deep end of things, when I could mean  just show an old dance routine you did,” Marjo said but the glint her eyes shows all the bullshit her words are hiding.

“You want me to do a private show in a secluded room, I specifically remember you said a bedroom Marjo.” Chariot said as she buried her head in her palm.

“I would never say that,” Marjo said with a fake gasp, one hand clutching her chest as if Chariot’s words wounded her so much. “I would never try and get my best and closest friend into some pretty person’s pants,” Chariot was about to open her mouth in protest before Marjo pointed her other hand out to Chariot. “Before I even gave her the talk!”

Chariot’s mouth flung open. She stood there shocked as Marjo collapsed into a fit of laughs from her expression. But before she even had the chance to gather her thoughts and project them into a lecture to her dearest friend, something else voiced a concern of utmost importance.

“Hey what’s this talk?” Akko asked, popping from the doorway. “Can I know it?”

There was a pause of silence. Then, out of nowhere, Marjo exploded into cackles but Chariot made no attention to her. “No, not yet anyways, you’re too young,” Chariot explained weakly, giving out excuses that didn’t seem to satisfy the curious child as she lead her away from the kitchen and to the living room. “It’s adult stuff.”

Akko seemed to understand that, she nodded her head before looking up at her mum with a curious tilt. “Is it something you and Croix will be doing?”

“YES!” Marjo screamed from the kitchen before Chariot turned her head to scream back at her.

“NO!” Chariot turned her head to Akko, whose eyes were gleaming with excitement, “No we will not be doing that, we will just have a nice dinner and then we will head back home.”

Her words made Akko’s excited grin fell to a confused frown, around them Arcas was barking wildly before he ran up to the front door and barked at it. “I thought you guys were having lunch and dinner?” Akko’s words drained the colour of Chariot’s face, dread obvious on her face as Akko looked at her with wide eyes. “Wait, you forgot!”

“Akko,” Chariot said with a guilty smile, “When was my date suppose to happen again?”

“Hold on a sec mum, I need to hold Arcas back from the mailman.” Akko sighed as she ran to the front door, passing Marjo as she walked to Chariot.

“Oh man, I haven’t laughed like that since you told me how Akko found your date,” Marjo said before she looked at Chariot’s worried face, “Hey Chariot, what’s wrong?”

“Marjo…” Chariot said with a glance to the doorway, hoping that the time she has in her head isn’t when the date is supposed to start. “I think I forgot when my date is supposed to start.”

Marjo deadpanned at her, “You are the most useless lesbian I have ever met.” Chariot was about to say something, like how that was hypocritical coming from a gay disaster like her or a string of panicked words tripping over the mess of anxiety but all words drew blank when Akko spoke.

“CROIX OHMYGOD YOU LOOK AMAZING LIKE WOW”

“She’s here already!?” Marjo said as Chariot decided to run upstairs to get prepared. Chariot gave her no response but the slam of the door upstairs. “Okay, I need to see how hot this Croix person is.” Marjo moved to the door but before she turned and even caught a glimpse of Croix she was thrown back to the ground. “Arcas please,” Marjo said as she tried to move the dog away from her as he kept licking her face.

“Arcas continue!” Akko declared making Marjo find the sudden strength to move Arcas out of her face and sit up. But before she was got up, Arcas already climbed on her lap, his paw pressed against her chest as she tried to hold back the living marshmallow from pinning her with slobbering licks once more. In her determination to get up she failed to notice Akko sneaking around and behind her.

“What do you mean contin- AKKO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Marjo shrieked as she struggled to find the strength to fight back Arcas with one hand as the other tried to remove the blindfold that Akko wrapped around her face.

“I’m sorry Aunt Marjo but mum needs to see Croix first before you or else you’ll spoil the surprise,” Akko explained as she knotted and then knotted the blindfold again before throwing herself on Marjo to pin her down with Arcas.

“Akko how many times do I need to tell you? Don’t call me aunt, it makes me feel old!” Marjo said as she continued to wrestle Akko and Arcas in the darkness. “And let me go! I am the adult of the house so I am in charge.”

“And as the daughter of the owner of the house, I am on a higher level of power by association!” Akko argued as she managed to pin an arm down, Arcas barked in agreement as he continued his quest to bring the mighty Marjo down. “Therefore you must stay down!” With that command Arcas gave one final slobbering kiss to Marjo, catching her off guard as she came down to the floor with a slam. “Down with the bourgeois!” Akko chanted with a laugh as she continued to pin Marjo down.

“This- this is-” Marjo spluttered, getting cut off with every kiss Arcas gives her. “This is Mutiny! Al- Alcor! Alcor help me!” She pushed Arcas out of the way once more but with a war cry Akko came and sat on her stomach making Marjo groan from the sudden weight on her. “Where is that damn old bird…” Marjo wheezed before she collapsed under the two overgrown puppies with a defeated sigh.

Meanwhile, just around the corner, the other adult in the house was facing her own small menace. It was one singular being but it was far worse and threatening than what Marjo faced squared and then squared again. It was a dusty old crow with white wings and a dimmed pale blue body. The four pointed star across his chest may have been a sign of welcoming comfort but the deadly look in his one eye said otherwise.

This crow was called Alcor, and from what Croix can tell as she stared up at his perched form on the coat rack, this bird will be the biggest problem she would ever face and that’s not counting the time she ordered pizza at 3 am and realised she didn’t own any plates.

“Hello?” Croix began before she started to inwardly curse at herself. She was acting like an idiot, and in front of her date’s familiar no less. It was one thing to mess up in front of the child, it was a whole new level in hell to mess up first impressions with someone’s familiar. She didn’t even know if the deathly silence the bird was giving her was a good sign or not, hell she didn’t even know their name!?

“Umm, my name is Croix.” She started again, once again being completely unnerved that she is getting no response. “Do you know where Chariot is?” The name of his owner made the bird shift, his eye narrowing as he shifted closer to Croix. To Croix, it seemed that she was heading in the right direction. “Yeah, I um… I’m her date.”

The term date made Alcor freeze. His head shifted from looking at what’s below him to staring straight at Croix. The temperature around Croix dropped drastically the moment her two eyes met one, where her soul met the cold judgement of hell freezing over. She was so caught off guard that she could only gulp when a rush of wind swept past her, messing up parts of the hair. Her eyes kept flickering from Alcor’s deadly gaze and the outstretched metal claw he wore that just lingered above her exposed throat.

The fabric of time collapsed upon itself. That moment, where in reality was a mere second, lasted as long as the years that this encounter had stolen from her. Alcor continued to make no sound but Croix heard his silent threat loud and clear. ‘Look after Chariot… or die.’ With such a clear and noble intent, Croix could do nothing but carefully nod in response. Seeing that the message was sent across, Alcor glared at her one last time before swooping back to his perch on the rack whilst Croix aimlessly massaged her throat before running her fingers through her hair to let out a sigh of relief.

“We did it Arcas!” She heard Akko’s voice cheer from the living room. Croix glanced back at Alcor, blinking in surprise that he already made no attention to Croix, his body seemed dormant as it rose up and down in a gentle manner. “We have defeated the monarchy!” Akko cried once again in triumph, prompting Croix to check what all the commotion was all about. Needless to say, she was amused to find Akko, cheering with Arcas running circles around her whilst a seemingly unconscious adult tied up with a skipping rope leaning against the wall.

“I love how whilst I was getting threatened by a bird you captured your caretaker,” Croix chuckled as she leant on the door way with her arms crossed, one more time she looked at Alcor to see if she got a response but the bird to be fast asleep. Or at least he seemed to be, she could never really trust the bird now, even if he is one of Chariot’s familiars.

Akko stopped in her celebration to look at Croix with a weird expression on her face. “You were threatened by a bird?” Croix stopped staring at Alcor and looked at Akko dead in the eye, inside those red pupils she saw the cool persona Akko think she was starting to crumble into who she really was, a nerdy gay mess, a mess in all aspects of life.

“No,” Croix answered after a long period of time, “Forget that I said anything.” Akko blinked, caught off guard by the sudden response. Seeing this Croix smiled to herself as she decided to switch the topic and make Akko forget that it ever happened. “Anyways, I heard you say the monarchy, did you know us witches have something similar?”

The confused look in her eyes vanished as the fireworks exploded in her retina leaving sparkles in its wake. “We have princess witches!?” Akko exclaimed as she looked at Croix with her hands clasped together eager to learn.

Croix laughed at the enthusiasm, letting out a silent sigh that she was so easily diverted and her cool persona still lived on in Akko’s head. “Not really,” she grinned as she rubbed her head affectionately before she flicked out her wand and casted a holographic image, further boosting Akko’s opinion of her. In front of them were nine different hats and Croix closed her eyes briefly to begin an informative but fun lecture to Akko. “We have what we call the nine olde witches-”

That was the plan of course... before Akko bursted out into laughter. “They aren’t princesses Croix, they’re old witches like great great great grandma trees. My mum tells me all about them.”

Croix huffed to herself as she made the holographic disappear before she showed a different symbol, one that was a unicorn shape, to many people around the world it was known as the Cavendish Crest. “That may be true, however, are you aware that some decedents of the nine of old witches are of a noble status?” She smirked at Akko’s shocked expression, her eyes wide with amazement as she stared at the crest before it morphed into a child with blond curly hair. “So in their own right, some are seen as princesses in the witch world.”

“Wow!” Akko gasped as she continued to stare at the girl. Croix smirked to herself, proud that she managed to open more of the witch world to Akko. “The girl is so pretty!!” Or her gay awakening maybe. “She looks like my age? Is she my age? Do you know her? What’s her name?” Akko asked making Croix laugh as she rubbed her head affectionately.

“Does someone has a little crush on a princess witch?” Croix teased as she turned off the holographic image with a laugh and crouched down to Akko’s level.

Akko turned to look at her, her cheeks blazing red and her face pulled the most adorable angry face Croix had ever seen, it was as if she was looking at a puppy trying to be angry. “I don’t have a crush-” Akko halted as her eyes lingered on something behind Croix. All of her anger disappeared into awe, the fire in her eyes becoming a twinkling flame once more. The moment Croix turned around, she could see why. Standing near the bottom of the stairs was Chariot Du Nord.

Chariot was dressed in a simple white blouse, a set of four pointed stars placed together to show the big dipper constellation was in the corner chest. She wore simple jeans and wore white flats to fit. It was a simple and casual look but to Croix Chariot just looked stunning. Croix’s mouth was wide open, her brain short-circuited as she gulped down the fear and slight anxiety that came with dating.

Chariot looked stunning, like a beautiful angel. Compared to Croix who was wearing nothing but a white tank top, a red flannel, black jeans and a pair of old converse she didn’t even look like she belonged next to her. However, the way her eyes tried to avert her gaze along with the soft touch of red on her cheeks made her feel that she dressed well, at least enough to impress. “Does someone have a crush on a pretty mum?” Akko teased next to her. Croix gave her an annoyed glare that didn’t look at all intimidating to Akko.

“If I didn’t then we wouldn’t be here in the first place” She turned back to Chariot who was just walking down the final steps to them. “You look beautiful by the way Chariot.”

Chariot blushed at the compliment, her eyes looking everywhere but her. “Um, thanks… you look nice too MARJO!?” Croix raised an eyebrow at the familiar name and from the corner of her eyes, she could see Akko wince. Chariot, on the other hand, rushed to her friend, shooing Arcas off her legs before she began untying her. “Akko what did you do?”

“Why do you think it's me? It could be Croix for all we know?” Akko said, making Croix raise her eyebrows at her.

“Why would I try to knock out an old classmate of mine?” Croix replied making Akko open her mouth wide as she went to assist Chariot who got rid off all the skipping rope and was in the process of waking her up.

“Chariot my dear step back a bit, I know one sure way to wake her up,” Croix said as she flicked out her wand and motioned Chariot to move. She took a deep breath, stepped back and then pointed her wand on Marjo whilst everyone moved back a bit more, expecting something grand or spectacular, instead, they just saw the incantation of a magical megaphone.

“PISCES CAN NEVER BE A REAL WITCH!”

“WHO THE FUCK WANTS A VISIT TO THE NURSE'S OFFICE?” Marjo shouted, snapping awake before bouncing on her feet with blood lust in her eyes.

“Marjo!” Chariot chastised as she walked up to her with a mixed expression of concern and amusement. “Language!”

“Oh, I’m sorry Chariot. WHOM THE FUCK-” The repetition of her words before was caught in her throat as Marjo laid her eyes on the person behind Chariot who looked back with an impish grin. “ARE YOU?”

“You aren’t going to believe this Marjo” Croix chuckled as she looked at her, “But does the name Croix Meridies ring a bell?”

“You mean the scruffy weeb nerd who everyone thought was a loner and who also blew up a part of the school?”

Whatever Croix or anyone was about to say died with Marjo’s words creating this deafening silence as both mother and daughter of the family turned to Croix who had a flushed expression on her face. It obvious that Croix didn’t even think about getting that kind of response nor was she prepared for all hell to break loose after that stunned second of silence.

“Wait YOU blew up a part of a school Croix!?” Akko exclaimed as her eyes sparkled with an interest Croix knows she shouldn’t have. Her face broke into an expression of panic as she glanced at Chariot, she didn’t want her past to bite her back in the butt. It was unclear if Chariot’s vacant and dazed expression was a good sign or not but it allowed Croix to take a breath and try to answer Akko’s question as calmly as possible.

“It was a lab accident and-”

“Wait YOU’RE CROIX?” Marjo said with her mouth wide open as her eyes travelled up and down Croix’s outfit. “SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET SO HOT?”

Croix flushed at the blunt and crass compliment before she cleared her throat and tried to regain the situation. “I am trying to explain something Marjo,” she scolded before she continued to explain the context of her blowing up a part of the school to Akko, however, it seemed the aspects were already long gone in Akko’s head.

“Wait, if you went to Marjo’s school and Marjo went to Luna Nova...” Akko mused making Croix’s face pale slightly, already knowing what she is going to ask. “DID YOU BLOW UP LUNA NOVA CROIX?”

Croix winced at the sheer volume of Akko’s words, even more, when it seemed to stir Chariot back to the living. But before anyone can say anything else, Marjo turned to Chariot with a grin and a glint in her eyes. “Chariot for your sake would you marry this girl?” Both Croix and Akko turned to face Marjo, eyes wide and jaws dropped. Croix’s heart vibrated violently against her ribs as her cheeks flushed the deepest shade of scarlet. Chariot blinked once and then twice and then gave her response.

“Yes- wait what?”

This time there was no silence for Croix to digest the sudden information that was gifted to her, nor there was a time for her to breath. She knew that Marjo was playing some sort of joke, not in the way to tease or make fun of and maybe what she meant was genuine but this isn’t something she should take seriously. But that doesn’t stop her body reacting as if the news was suddenly real and true.

Her mind was racing, blood was pounding against her ears and fiery heat that came with it was drowning her thoughts and her logical way of thinking. Her throat was parched, the air in her lungs was gone with the sudden gasp she just made. Her brain short-circuited, her side infamous of being a gay disaster was exposed and she could only just hear what is happening around her.

“SHE SAID YES, CROIX I FOUND YOU A WIFE!” Marjo screamed with delight as she ran over to said person and began to shake her with avid excitement, one that she shouldn’t have after being unconscious for the latter half of an hour.

“Wha?”

“MARJO!” Chariot yelled as she ran over and grabbed Croix and stole her away from Marjo’s grip. She held Croix from the behind, hands secured around her waist as she pulled her away to the side. Marjo looked at her with raised hands in surrender, an eyebrow rose in a suggestive knowing manner as Chariot narrowed her eyes and almost growled at her. “Number one, You are insufferable and number two don’t shake people like that, what do you get to say to yourself?”

“You already said yes and I know Akko is your daughter and all but I call dibs on being your maid of honour.”

Chariot rolled her eyes as she turned Croix around to face her, her eyes softened at the adorable face Croix pulled when she was all dazed with a red blush all over her face. “Hey Croix, you okay?”

Croix stirred, her eyes blinked owlishly as she touched the temple of her head. “I think so yes…” She mumbled before her eyes meet Chariot’s and her confused expression broke into a soft but loving smile that made Chariot’s heart beat wildly. “Thanks for saving me back there,” Croix smiled as she moved her way out of Chariot’s hold much to Chariot’s displeasure before she seized Chariot’s hand and kissed it with a wink. “I will greatly remember to return the favour ma Cherie.”

“Wait, if you two are getting married…” Akko mused aloud ruining the romantic moment between the two. Chariot heard a sigh come from Croix and before she had a chance to question her she could see why. “DOES THIS MEAN IM HAVING TWO MUMS?” Once again the blush on Chariot’s face deepened as she sent an apologetic look to Croix before she let go of her hand to hold Akko’s as she crouched down to her level.

“Akko my dear, no one is getting married.” Chariot said softly, she squeezed their hands together when Akko’s excited smile started to fall and her eyes began to water.

“At least not yet,” Marjo murmured, ignoring how Chariot sent her a glare.

“Your Aunt Marjo just wanted to do a bad joke and if you want you can be in charge of the house whilst me and Croix go on our date okay?”

The aspect of being in charge made Akko’s face become a complete 180, her excited nature revived as she nodded her head with glee, even more when she turned to Marjo. “I told you I have more power over you Aunt Marjo.”

Marjo baulked at her which made Chariot giggle. Her attention then turned to Chariot with her eyes sending daggers but Chariot chose to ignore them. “Okay we will be going now,” Chariot smiled as she kissed Akko on the cheek, “Stay safe, don’t ruin the house and make sure Aunt Marjo eats okay?”

Akko nodded once more before giving Chariot a kiss on the cheek, “Okay mum! I love you and Croix look after her okay?” Croix gave a nod as well as a thumbs up as she walked to the hallway, Chariot stood up and followed her.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave Akko in charge of the house?” Croix asked once they were out of earshot. “I don’t mean to insult her by the way, it's just last time we left her alone she knocked Marjo unconscious and tied her up with a skipping rope.”

“Oh don’t worry, Alcor is actually in charge and I know he can make sure the house is in one piece when I come back home.” Chariot answered as she fixed her hair and searched for a suitable jacket to wear.

Croix paused behind her as an eerie sensation sent chills throughout her body. “Wait… whose Alcor?”

Chariot, seeing that she couldn’t find much closed the closet door and walked to the coat rack and stroked the top of Alcor’s head with a finger. Behind her, Croix’s face paled as she gave wry smile to the bird who was beginning to wake. “This old friend of mine and my first familiar.” Alcor gave a caw similar to a human yawn as Chariot turned to the side to look at Croix. “Have you two met yet?”

“Ahhh yes, we are…. Acquainted.”

Chariot grinned at her, she then turned to Alcor and gave him some instructions to help him look after the house and Akko more before opening the door and looked at Croix. “Let’s get going Croix before this date feels too overdue.”

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belasims replied to your photo“I didn’t know this was a thing!! Did you know that if they know how to...”

I'm not sure that I knew that...super cute!

I was so surprised i took like 40 screenshots of them.  At one point they were talking about law lol xD

belasims replied to your photoset“I mean, I knew that at some point my founders would die, but I was not...”

:-(

I literally gasped and yelled “Noooo” at my computer when this happened.  I still had a few things i wanted to do with him before he died, but now i can’t :(

jessicaplays replied to your photo“I thought having her play with the grandbabies would help….nope…”

:( rip oh well he lasted 2 months (totally didn't go read the 40+ pages again >w< <3333

I may have done the same thing after he died.  :( <3

madeyesims replied to your photo“I had no idea that pets mourned too, poor Bubbles :(”

this is actually heartbreaking???

Poor Bubbles’ little face, omg, i didn’t even know that they mourned.  When i saw that my heart broke a little :(

sommeliersims replied to your photo“I had no idea that pets mourned too, poor Bubbles :(”

Awww, sad kitty :(

Such a sad kitty :( Poor Bubbles <3 <3

jessicaplays

replied to your photo“I had no idea that pets mourned too, poor Bubbles :(”

awww bubbles needs a friend!

Bubbles needed a hug, which she did get.  She also got a treat and a brushing to help make her feel better. <3

amespixels replied to your photo“Gen 0, Gen 1, and Gen 2 matriarchs :) I’m glad I was able to get this...”

aww, how sweet!

This is by far my favorite picture :) All three generations together <3

amixofpixels replied to your photo“Heath was not ready for his babies to grow up. ”

I do not blame him!

Me either!  But I was pretty excited to see what our little heir looked like as a child and of course she turned out adorable! <3

melien replied to your photoset“and THIS, is our heir’s room.  She loves science and experiments, also...”

Ooo, science. I love this :D

Me too!  I haven’t done a whole lot with Science the entire time I’ve played the sims 3 so i’m excited to explore it a little more with out heir! :D

francothecitysimmer replied to your photoset“Daisy Canary for @jessicaplays :) Traits: Clumsy | Childish | Friendly...”

I absolutely ADORE this sim!!

Awww, thank you!!! :D I love her too <3 I had a blast making her <3