#he looks cute with his wittle jacket

[ryssbelle]

Mickey mouse cartoon reference go brrr

[lovebugism]

hey honey can i request a shy!reader x grumpy!eddie , maybe they’re pumpkin picking with friends & something angsty ensues but then fluffy & after they all go eat at the diner and get spooky themed orders 🤭

thanks for requesting lovie! — eddie gets grumpy on a fall outing with the gang (shy!reader, established relationship, hurt/comfort, 1.3k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie’s a big ol’ grump at Eugene’s Pumpkin Patch, but he’s being really brave about it. He follows you like a puppy, visibly unamused about the whole thing but trying hard to be a good boyfriend despite his woe.

“Ah! Look at this one!” you gasp at the sight of a pumpkin, in a sea of bright orange pumpkins. 

Swallowed whole by your sweater, you crouch in the tall grass and reach for the tiny round thing hidden in it. The runt pumpkin sits neatly in your palms. “It’s so wittle,” you singsong up at Eddie in a tiny, high-pitched voice.

He smiles despite himself, laughing even though he’s grumpy, ‘cause you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

“I’m gonna get this one,” you announce affirmatively when you rise to full height again.

“You made me drive an hour out just to get the tiniest pumpkin they have?” Eddie asks, laughing still but with a subtle bite of annoyance.

You try to ignore it, though the weight of his aggravation makes you writhe. “But it’s cute…” you defend with a weak shrug. “And also, you have to get one, remember?”

You take a tentative step towards Eddie, standing chest to chest. He huffs and puts his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. His chocolate eyes flit around the expansive farm, dull and unimpressed. “They all look the same, so… I don’t think it really matters.”

“It does matter!” you insist, girlish and quiet and stubborn. “You have to pick the one you like the most— that’s the whole point!”

“You’re telling me there’s an art to pumpkin picking?” the boy teases with a crooked grin, tilting his head to the side so his curls bunch at his shoulder.

Still clutching the tiniest pumpkin either of you have ever seen, you nod. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”

He scoffs again in a curt laugh. He looks around again, only to point to the one sitting by his feet.

“Alright… How about that one?”

“Eddie!”

“What?” he whines in the same pouty tone as you.

“Can you at least pretend you’re having fun?” you murmur, a bit sad you have to even ask. 

You always spiral when he gets weird, secretly terrified that it’s all your fault. He doesn’t talk, so you overthink. Your brain gets mean, and you need Eddie to make you feel better — but he can’t because he’s weird. It’s unbearable. For both of you.

“It’s cold and rainy and Steve’s pants gave me a headache on the way over and I don’t feel good, okay? I’m sorry,” Eddie rambles with a pout, looking visibly pained about all of it.

Any excitement you had left leaves you like an ebbing tide. “Okay,” you mutter with a soft nod.

“I’m gonna go smoke,” the boy announces. 

He smacks a fleeting kiss to your cheek before he goes but doesn’t bother to invite you to come with him. He doesn’t feel very deserving of your company right now, too selfish in his woe and painfully self-aware about it.

You stand in place while he walks back to the van, feeling utterly alone and unwanted.

“Where’d Eddie go?” Steve wonders when he walks up to you with Robin at his side. 

They carry two pumpkins each, struggling with each of them because they’ve somehow managed to find the biggest ones on the whole farm. You figure they made a bet about it because everything’s a competition with them.

“Um… to smoke, I think,” you answer shyly, embarrassed to have been found alone for a reason you can’t name. “He just kinda… left.”

Robin scoffs. “I think he’s on his period,” she jokes with a gritty laugh.

“Yeah. He said my pants looked stupid before we left. I knew something was up.”

The brunette girl side-eyes the boy beside her. “I think he might’ve been right about that one, Stevie.”

You make a quiet exit when they begin to bicker back and forth. You duck through the bustling pumpkin patch and try not to trip in the tall grass on your way to Eddie’s van. 

Your boots crunch over the gravel of the parking lot. You find him leaning against the trunk, blowing out smoke from his pink mouth, slouching like he’s weighed down by his own sadness. 

“You okay, Eds?” you ask to announce your arrival. 

His eyes widen when he realizes you’re there. He’d pretend to be fine if it didn’t take all the energy he had left. “No,” he answers honestly, then quickly corrects, “I mean— I am, but… I feel bad. I was acting like a dick…”

“Yeah,” you concur with a nod. “You were.”

He’s too shocked to hide it on his face. You’re never normally so confrontational. You’re usually too quiet for that, too soft. And you still are now, because you always are, but he feels like he deserves to see this sterner side of you.

“But it’s okay. I know you didn’t wanna come in the first place.”

He turns on his shoulder when you stand at his side, towering over you as he flicks the butt of his cigarette. “Yeah, but… I didn’t have to be such an asshole to you about it. I feel like I fuckin’ ruined this whole day, you know?”

“We all have our moments, Eds. It’s no big deal,” you assure with a weak shrug and a stronger smile. “We still have the whole afternoon left— you didn’t ruin anything. Doesn’t make me love you any less, either.”

Your words make him grin. Like, really grin — all wide and rosy and boyish. You make him smile like nothing’s ever hurt him. Like nothing’s ever been wrong in his life. Fuck, he’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.

“I love the shit outta you, you know that?” he mumbles but doesn’t give you a chance to answer. He tosses the cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out with his sneaker right before kissing you absolutely stupid.

He wraps his arms around your neck, smothering your face with his. No one’s ever been kissed as hard as he’s kissing you now. The realization makes you smile too wide to kiss him back.

He pulls away from you with a hearty smack. With pinker lips and chocolate eyes, he grins hopefully down at you. “So you’re not mad at me?” he wonders, gentle like a child.

“Yes,” you nod, playfully firm. “I’m very mad, actually.”

Eddie’s smile widens. He knows you’re joking and decides to lean into it. “What can I do then, huh?” he murmurs lowly to you, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “How can I make it up to you?”

He wants to kiss you again. He wants to get you in the back of his van in a vacant parking lot. He wants you to tell him to make you feel good and not to stop until you’re pushing him away.

You know all of this, ‘cause you can practically read his mind, so you decide to drive him crazier. “I want you…” you start in the same low tone, bordering on sultry. 

Eddie’s already nodding. 

You smile and continue. 

“…To go pick your most favorite pumpkin in the whole patch, and then take me to Benny’s Burgers.”

Feeling slightly disappointed and utterly teased, Eddie searches the entire patch and finds the weirdest-shaped, wartiest pumpkin the earth has ever grown. He drives the gang to the diner after and sits you in his lap when all of you squeeze into one booth. 

He shares his milkshake with you and lets you have the pickle slice that comes with his burger when you ask for it (‘cause everyone knows it’s the best part). It’s the purest form of love, if he has anything to say about it.

[whalesforhands]

of domesticity and groceries (satosugu x reader)

warnings: spicyish, adult gojo, making out(?), day 5 of my promised gojo-centric writing streak

“Shh… Don’t deny me this right now.”

You’re pressed into the wall, a stocky arm caging you in as your hands pressed against his chest, the thin fabric of his compression shirt allowing you to feel the lines, creases of his corded muscle. You’re getting kissed hard, cornered and with nowhere to escape from your lover as he takes what he thinks he deserves.

Your feet are barely on the ground anymore, the sheer restlessness Satoru faced after coming back urging him to grab you and smother your entire being with his longing yearn for his significant others.

(You sure want to thank him for all those workouts he does. You still can’t believe how strong he is sometimes.)

He’s mouthing against your jaw, trying to get you to give him access to your pretty neck, still littered with fresh bites and kisses that overextended into vigorous activity from barely a few hours ago.

“Aren’t you— Tired?” Your voice is small, compressed into a small whisper that whimpered out from the confines of your throat that was trying to constrict your sounds, desperate to muffle your cries.

(You have a point. You only just witnessed him step through the front door, practically tearing off his jacket before he whined for your embrace.)

His hand is slowly making its way up your thigh, feeling your bare skin underneath the pads of his fingers as he steals a kiss from your sweet lips.

“Not when I’m with you.” The familiar heat burns from your middle at the sound of his deepened voice, the way you felt his hand ascend to your waist, greedily enjoying the touch, his lips self-indulgent as they felt the plushness of yours, the feel of you in his arms after a long mission.

This is perfect.

(Just what would he do without you around?)

“Suguru said-“ You’re pulling away before an impatient hand is placed at the back of your head to drag you back into the throes of passion. Tongues insatiably entangling, breaths stolen with every pant, every moment of lovely boldness from the strongest sorcerer.

“That—“ You take a moment to breathe when you finally manage to escape his compelling seduction. “He’s coming back with the kids in 15 minutes.”

“Sounds like plenty of time to me.” He’s scooping you up, arm beneath your knees and the other just under your shoulders as you’re picked up in a princess carry.

Eh? Wait. Wait!

“Satoru—?!” You’re sputtering as you feel him approach the familiar long corridors of the shared home, making a beeline towards the master bedroom.

“I-I said 15 minutes, not 50!”

He’s humming as he continues his trek up, a naughty hand coming over to slap your behind as you yelp.

“I heard you right the first time, sweetheart.” His cheeks are practically aglow with excitement, eyes behind the bandages already upturned into happy slits as he continues to enjoy the very presence of your cursed energy surrounding him.

“Now how about we take a nice, relaxing shower to celebrate my return?”

——

“Welcome back, my dearest husband and beautiful children!” His upper body is draped with an oversized tee, sweatpants on and sunglasses over his eyes as he leans over you, snuggling his cheek onto the top of your head as a cute grin is flashed towards his family at the genkan.

“Daddy! Mama!” There’s a crash of many items dropping onto the floor as three little girls run up to and cling to the lanky man. The little boy carefully places his bag upright, walking close and nodding up at the man in bashful acknowledgment as Gojo smiles down at him.

(You’re gushing over how cute they’re all being. Meanwhile, Megumi had already made his way over to you, letting you rub his head.)

“I’m so happy to see all my wittle cupcwakes again!!!” He’s letting the girls tug and rub at his fluffy white hair, pull at his cheeks, tug at his clothing.

(Megumi’s fighting an internal battle in his head to not let the utter look of disgust show on his face. So he hides away his annoyance by leaning his head against your navel.)

“Daddy, did you buy sweets?!”

“Did you beat up the bad guys real good???”

“Did you take any pretty photos!?”

“Girls, girls.” A smooth voice cuts through the home as Geto Suguru finally comes through the door with a wide array of reusable eco bags filled to the brim with different foods. “Don’t make Daddy overwhelmed now, he just got back afterall.”

“Hello, my darlings.” Suguru’s smiling face is brighter than ever as he sees the both of you awaiting him and the kids, a chaste kiss pressed to your forehead and a rub to Megumi’s hair when he gets close enough to you before his gaze focuses to the girls smothering his partner.

“Kids, remember to place the groceries in the kitchen and fold the eco bags. Tsumiki, the ice cream goes in first, okay?”

“Yes, Papa!” Tsumiki is immediately leading the way for the twin girls and Megumi, the young boy choosing to carry the heaviest of the bunch of groceries Geto had relinquished to them.

Two whole cartons of milk.

He’s grunting a little as he struggles forth, even shooing away an approaching, worried Mimiko with a wave of his hand and a grunt. Eyes determined and alight with the willpower to see his task through till the end.

“I’ve got this.”

(He’s excited to get praised for this when he sees the proud smile and excited giggling as you observe him.)

Suguru’s sighing when he feels a kiss on his cheek from Satoru, the slight flush of his face giving away his excitement to see his significant other again.

“You’re finally back, huh?”

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Notes:

Suguru is actually carrying the heaviest items out of all of them. The various cereal boxes, about 4 more cartons of milk, meat, fish, the eggs, more snacks, more sweets, a sack of rice and several others.

He has actually summoned a smaller, flying curse to help support Megumi as he held up the milo cartons. (What the little boy doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?)

Suguru can very much see the fresh new bites on you. “Tsk, tsk.” His head is pressed onto your shoulder from behind. “Can’t believe he’s already so rough with you after just coming back. Gonna have to teach him a lesson later.”

[beoneofus]

“ d’aw, wook at da’ wittle baby! ” a certain blonde cooed, reaching to poke fun at the messy braids made in your hair by the little boy that left the room just minutes ago only to grab a few things to finish off his masterpiece — the masterpiece known as your disastrous hair .

you see, laddie was innocent and recently met a new friend amongst the boardwalk. this friend just so happened to be a girl, and this girl gave him the lovely idea of doing up ones hair. she experimented on his head; brushing his hair to the side with the comb she had, along with applying a clip out of her own hair, to his. laddie had loved it, so she let him play with her hair as well.

he was given a demonstration of how to braid — and, low and behold, that demonstration was brought back to the cave.

now, you have no problem with spoiling the child. you love laddie, you all do; you just... really love your hair as well and now, after it being so tangled, you're afraid you may have to cut it.

and paul's fucking teasing isn't helping-

your narrowed eyes darted onto his figure, which was crouched beside your sat one —you were on the floor— mockingly, only to growl and lunge towards him; grabbing onto the front of his jacket, golden buttons pressing tightly against your palm. “ say one more word, and I'll shave your head in your sleep. ”

paul's eyes widened at the threat — usually he wouldn't take your words to heart, he'd laugh them off, but his hair was precious to him and you looked pissed. that's why he gulped, shaking his head in a nod. “ okay, okay! ” he pulled himself away, yanking your hands off of his front. “ jeez.. saw-rry, ms pissy. ”

you huffed in irritation. marko, who was nearby reading a comic, burst into a small fit of snickers from seeing paul so scared. you were just a mere human; what real damage could you actually do?

“ I know what you're thinking, ” you shot his way, giving the other male an annoyed look. “ and if you want to find out what I'm capable of, go ahead and piss me off. ”

marko's hands shot up in surrender, the comic dropping. “ hey, ” his green-blue eyes flickered to you, lips twisting in an upwards pointed position. “ I didn't do anything, baby cakes. I'm on your side, here. ”

the nickname made your eye twitch, but you didn't say anything.

just as you were about to retort though, laddie came running back into the room, “ y/n!! ” he laughed, grinning wide. “ look! I found some of star's old hair-clips! ”

blinking, you snatched your gaze away from the diabolical duo, pinning your now curious eyes onto the two clips laddie held. paul saw that as his ticket to flea, so he did.

one was a bronze, metal clip with glittery, silver stars decorating the center. it was plain, but pretty, and definitely something you could see star wearing.

the other one was one of those snap-clips. it was black, a small paper-like butterfly complimenting the tip. it looked old, the way the black paint was chipping off the end, the little ornament barely hanging on. still, you thought it was cute — it probably looked more durable when she first got it.

“ I'm guessing you're using those in my hair? ” you raised a brow, giving laddie a playful grin. no surprise that you had quickly calmed down. despite being mad about your hair, there's no way you had it in you to take it our on the kid. he was just an innocent sweetheart.

“ yep! ” laddie chirped, only to skid his way behind your sitting form once more. you felt his small hands place themselves among the sides of your head, only to reposition your head, until you were looking forward once again. “ now hold still! ”

you sighed, but smiled to yourself. looks like you'd have to risk your hair to make him happy... oh well.

but, that smile of yours quickly vanished as you saw paul and marko on the couch, looking at you, holding in their laughter.

oh, you're definitely killing them later.

hi, enjoy this since I've been gone for fucking decades.

[marvelfanfics1]

Hey, it’s 🦎! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, mine has been pretty bleh (I don’t really understand one of my classes and I have finals coming soon). So, I was wondering if I could make a request? Could you write Loki with a shy little who carries around a stuffie? And maybe he takes his little to go visit the Avengers for the first time? Thank you <3

The Avengers

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: daddy!Loki x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, some angst?, fluff, shy reader

A/N: Hi! Sorry for replying so late....My day was pretty good. I hope you're doing better now and that the fic makes you smile a bit. <3

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Loki was putting on your shoes while you fiddled with your stuffies on your lap, gnawing on your bottom lip nervously.

Loki had some things to do at the Avengers Tower and he don't want to let you alone. So, he decided it was time to introduce you to them because sooner or later he had to anyways.

He caught up on your distress and continued to tie your shoelaces.

"Are you nervous, little one?" he asked and rubbed his hands on your naked thighs.

Loki dressed you in a green onesie with a white skirt and some green high knees socks.

"A wittle" you confessed and he smiled standing back up and grabbing your jacket, helping you to put it on. "Wha if dey don wike me?"

"Don't worry your pretty head. They will adore you" he said and picked you up, carrying you outside to the car and buckled you up.

The car ride was quiet and Loki noticed that you started to bounce your leg, something you do often when you're nervous.

"Did you know that Stark has a little of his own?" he asked still focused on the road.

"Weally?!"

"Yes, the Spider-ling is a little as well and I was told he's excited to meet you," he said and 10 minutes later you arrived at the tower.

You stood before the big building and held your Daddy's hand tightly. He got with you inside and to an elevator, where you could look outside.

You jumped a little when suddenly a voice began to speak.

"Hello, Mr. Laufeyson, where should I take you?" a female voice asked and you looked around.

"To the common area please, thank you Friday" Loki replied. Then you heard a ding and the elevator door slid open.

You both walked out of the elevator and saw some people around the room.

"Brother! You are just on time" your uncle Thor's voice boomed through the room and you hid behind Loki.

He turned around and picked you up. You immediately hid your face in his neck, clutching your stuffie close to you.

"Thor, what did we say about inside voice?" Loki said and rubbed your back to soothe you.

"I'm sorry, It wasn't my intention to scare the little one" he apologized and tickled your foot like the first time he met you.

"s otay uncle Thor" you smiled, your head still on Loki's shoulder.

You felt how Loki sat down with you and turned you around so you would sit with your back against his chest.

You gasped when you saw all the people looking at you and wanted to turn back around to hide, but Loki wouldn't let you, making you whine.

"It's okay, little one, I'm here to protect you" he whispered in your ear and wrapped his arms around you, taking your stuffie in his hand he made it hop around on your lap, trying to distract you from the others.

"She's really cute Loki. I never thought you would be so soft" Natasha teased him, watching you giggle and play with him.

"You shouldn't test me, agent Romanoff," he said and leaned closer to her, whispering. "I'm only soft for her and no one else"

She nod and leaned back against the couch. All the heads snapped back to the elevator where Peter run out and made a flip, sitting down next to Natasha.

"Hewwo, Auntie Nat" he hugged her and got a glance of you.

When he caught you staring at him you looked at Loki, blushing a little.

"Who's dat?" he whispered to Natasha and she smiled leaning in to whisper back.

"That's Loki's little. Her name is Y/n"

"Can she pway with me?" he asked, his eyes sparkling at the idea.

"Why don't you ask her?"

Peter stood up and tapped your shoulder.

"You wanna pway wif me and my lincoln logs?" he asked and you looked at Loki again.

"You can go if you want," he said and made you stand up. "Don't forget your fluffy friend"

He handed you your stuffie and encouraged you to follow Peter, waving at you before Peter took your hand and dragged you out.

"So, I'm back, let's talk about the upcoming mission..." Tony clapped his hands and Loki sighed, already missing you.

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[heyitsyn]

Manager!Inarizaki

a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i would put in all the reqs but there were so many people who requested for our fox babies that it would literally take up every space :”) and im happy to comply so here it is

AAAA LOOK THEY’RE SO CUTE OMG LIKE BLS BUT IM A RIN SIMP :’)

alkdfjlsdfi

sunarin simp is typing😍🍃💞..........

ogeiogeiogei

hehehehehe

so im actually just going to include the starting lineup like i knowwwww theres subs but im only most familiar with the regulars :(

okay so anyways!!

now

you might be wondering

how in the hell did you become the manager of these crackheads

from calm papi kita to psycho tsumu,

why are you their manager

you, the cute and shy and innocent not wittle first year, somehow became the manager of the powerhouse volleyball team of inarizaki high

it all started with our dear lovely samu

hehe bet you didnt see that coming

now we all know baby samu literally is the biggest foodie in the team and he constantly thinks about food 24/7 therefore there isnt much room in there for anything else except for volleyball

basically, 

the dude loves to eat

it just so happens that you made food

your family owned a cafe down the street from the school and you worked there after school to help your parents

now how does this tie in with samu you ask

this chile was so hungry that he had to skip practice

sending kita a quick text about doing a quick errand, he walked down the street on the hunt for a quick place to grab a bite

he totally ignored kita’s warning of cramps if he ate a lot then practiced but whatever food is life

it just so happens he stumbles upon your family’s cafe

when he entered, the smell of bread and food entered his nostrils causing this baby to just float right in

you were manning the register while your brother was at school so you smiled at the incoming figure of this familiar boy

and because you recognized him, you couldnt help but grin and gasp a little

‘oh! miya-senpai!’

you exclaimed and osamu was confused because he’s never seen you before but he thought you were probably a kouhai in school

you looked young and definitely not a face he’s seen before so he concluded you were most likely a first year

and you were really cute

like really

really

cute

that thought caused this babe to blink awkwardly and nod at your direction

‘uh, hi’

he greeted and you smiled at his awkward nature

‘what can i get you today, miya-senpai?’

he must’ve been busy looking at you to actually look at the menu behind you and he fumbled, rushing to find a food to get

‘wh-what do ya recommend?’

he asked and you paused then thought deeply

‘hmm, we have onigiris freshly made! and we also have milk bread thats really good!’

did you just-

did you just say onigiri?

‘yea ill take some onigiri’

he decided and you lit up

‘perfect! the total is-’

he completely blanked out because wow your smile was really pretty

‘miya-senpai? miya-senpai?’

you called out and he snapped out of it

‘oh, sorry, here’

he gave you the cash and you gave him back his change before wandering to the glass case where the savory foods were placed

you seemed to glide over and osamu watched you with fond eyes, interest bubbling in him

there was something about you that made him curious

but he just didnt know what

it confused him because maybe you were just someone he hasnt seen before and not the same fans he sees all the time

‘you’re really lucky, miya-senpai. i just finished making them minutes before you walked in’

you commented

this took him aback

‘you cook?’

he suddenly asked and you chuckled, soft and airy laughs filling the air

‘of course, senpai! learning to cook is an essential for a business like this’

and thus created a beautiful friendship

he would come over to eat nearly every day of the week while you would happily serve him

sometimes, he would even buy extra so you could eat with him

while you were talking, he noticed you lacked the accent others from there had and he thought you were not originally from hyogo

he learned that you were actually from miyagi and you moved here just this year

‘so, how ya liking it ‘round here?’

he asked one day, after swallowing his food

you thought about it before shrugging

‘i mean, its still the countryside so i guess everything’s the same. maybe the dialect? my neighbors have strong accents, haha’

samu chuckled

‘its common over here. ya sound a lot more from tokyo. my best friend’s from there, ya see’

you raised an eyebrow

‘hm?’

‘rin. suna rin is in the team and hes from tokyo so he sounds like a standard city boy. ill take ya to meet him sometime’

nah he really wasnt

he wanted to keep you away from the others as much as possible, especially his brother, because he was a greasy mf

but that didnt really work out into plan because you approached him in school the other day

you saw him and you hurriedly ran to him where he stood with his twin and some guy

tsumu saw you coming from behind his brother and he smirked before nodding at you

‘samu, ya got a girlie running for ya’

samu turned, confused, until he saw your adorable face

‘y/n. whats up?’

you grinned

‘you left your team jacket, miya-senpai’

the red jacket was clutched in your hands and the two boys behind him shared a surprised look because osamu never mentioned a girlfriend

and with the way you were holding his jacket, the two boys immediately jumped into conclusions

well

more like atsumu started whining at osamu for not telling him he had a girl

‘i thought we were brothers! brothers for life!’

samu just awkwardly stands there and he has a sheepish look in his eyes that were looking at you apologetically

‘sorry about him, y/n. but thank you for returning it’

you handed him the fabric before smiling

‘it was a good thing you had a spare one for me, miya-senpai. who knew the rain would come so suddenly’

osamu sighed then playfully poked your forehead with his finger

‘how many times do i have to tell you to call me by my first name? i really dont want to hear anything that associates me with this bastard’

atsumu socked osamu at the shoulder causing the gray-haired boy to look away from you and start yelling at his brother

‘touch me again! see what happens then!’

‘yer just showing off for yer girlie! ya aint doin nothing!’

suna shook his head before turning to you with a sympathetic look

‘you really want to be with this guy? him and this idiot are practically a package’

you tilted your head

‘im,,, not with miya-senpai?’

suna blinked

‘but he gave you his jacket. he doesnt even give it to me. i guess its not part of best friend privileges’

at the mention of best friend, you lit up

‘oh! you must be sunarin! the tokyo boy!’

baby rin choked a little at the sight of your grin and he scrunched his eyebrows while awkwardly raising the corner of his lips to a smile

‘you,, uh,,, you know me?’

like it was the most obvious thing in the world, you nodded

‘at first, when miya-senpai told me, i didnt know who you were. but! youre actually very popular, suna-senpai! too bad i never saw you until today, though, because we’re in different floors. but! a lot of girls talk about you!’

poor rin didnt know how to react to that because he didnt want to look flustered but he didnt want to look cocky either

so he just opted to smile gently

‘oh. well, in that case. let me introduce myself to you. suna rintaro’

can we normalize suna being an actual nice guy instead of the cold stand-offish player bastard?

you shook his hand and said your name as well

like samu, he asked you to call him by his first name too since you were close to his friend therefore should try being close to you too

speaking of samu, him and atsumu reduced the violence to just bickering and they were still teasing each other even after you and suna talked

the coochi bangs boy rolled his eyes then slapped atsumu’s arm to gain their attention

‘yo. theres a girl here. try and be nice and civil’

atsumu seems like he forgot your existence because his eyes brightened at the sight of you

‘oh! heya!’

you nervously smiled at him because his hyperness and overall atsumu-ness was quite overwhelming

‘h-hello, miya-senpai’

atsumu pouted at how apprehensive you sounded

‘eyyy, why are you being nervous, girlie? im just samu, yanno! same face and everything!’

osamu knew you well enough that you were kinda awkward and you didnt know how to approach a hyper person like his brother so he naturally saved you

‘hey, y/n, the bell’s about to ring any moment now so try to not be late and ill be sure to see you later. do you want me to pick you up from your class and we can walk together?’

to you, it was just a simple offer from a friend but to the two, that was the confirmation of your relationship with the wing spiker

‘wahh, atsumu, your brother really is better than you. he knows how to treat girls good’

atsumu took offense to this

‘excuse you! i would be too if there were genuine girls in this school!’

osamu’s aggressive blinking was his signal for you to hurry along and you noticed causing you to chuckle before bidding goodbye

‘it was nice meeting you, rin-senpai. and,,, you too, miya-senpai. samu-senpai, later at 3?’

osamu softly smiled while nodding

‘later at 3’

the TEASING HE FACED from the two was unbearable and despite the amount of times he denied it, they were still teasing him

‘samu’s got a girlfriend~! samu’s got a girlfriend~!’

‘tsumu, i swear to god if you dont shut your trap’

‘imagine having a girlfriend’

true to his word, osamu was waiting for ya at the bottom of the stairwell from the one that led to the second floor, absentmindedly kicking some invisible thing in the floor

you were fixing your bag straps on your shoulders when you saw him at the end of the hallway and you couldnt contain your excitement seeing the grey haired boy

‘samu-senpai!!’

you shouted, getting his attention that made him whip his head up

the blank face contorted into a small smile and he raised a hand

‘yo’

when you made it next to him, you were grinning really big and samu felt flustered at your happy face

so he cupped your chin with his large hand that allowed him to squeeze both cheeks

‘cutie’

he mumbled but you didnt catch it, too busy trying to get him to stop squishing

you were originally supposed to go walk over to the cafe but you didnt know that osamu was actually trying to skip practice and he was trying to hide from the members

okay first off, i dont think samu would ever skip practice willingly bc he has the same drive as miya atsumu but he also just wants to spend time with you asklfjldfjdlk

but the loud mouth tsumu saw you guys as you turned a hallway

you were busy talking to osamu about some cooking chef guy gordon and he was nodding and talking but then he heard a loud shout

‘SAMU!’

osamu babie didnt know what was happening so he protectively placed an arm in front of you and hurriedly shoved you behind him in case something happened

duh you didnt know what was happening either so you were clutching his jacket and peeked from his arm to see atsumu stomping over with suna trailing behind him, seemingly texting on his phone

osamu lazily glared at his brother

‘what’

atsumu blanched and sped walk faster until he was right in front of him to yell 

‘IM TIRED OF YER EXCUSES! JUST CUS YA GOT YASELF A GIRLIE DUN MEAN YA GET TO SKIP PRACTICE!’

you furrowed your eyebrows

you tugged at his jacket and osamu turned to peer down at you and he gulped, preparing himself to hear your scolding

it wasnt the first time you scolded him as you just told him off the other day for not eating enough vegetables and fruits to balance out his unhealthy love for onigiri and sweets

‘samu-senpai,,, you told me you guys were taking an off week. why are you skipping practice today’

you were genuinely worried and you didnt seem to understand why he did that but the other two did and atsumu didnt hesitate

‘CUS HE WANTS TA SPEND TIME WITH YA, Y/N! BASTARD CANT EVEN BOTHER TO TELL ME THE REASON! YER SICK?! WHAT THE HELL EXCUSE IS THAT! YA NEVER GET SICK!’

poor suna is just watching this go down and he felt bad that you were caught in the middle

so he suggested a compromise

you watched sunarin push atsumu’s chest to make him back off and he gently smiled at you before looking at the two

‘how about we all go to practice and if y/n-chan wants, she can wait and osamu can spend time with her when hes done? besides, atsumu, you know osamu has been doing good on his spikes. maybe we can persuade coach and kita to let him off early since hes,,, quote unquote,, ‘sick’’

osamu debated but you emerged from behind him

‘sure! samu-senpai would love to go to practice! right, samu-senpai?’

you smiled at him but it was a stern smile

you just wanted him to go to practice because you knew now of how important volleyball was to the school and they needed to get all their time and energy to win the sport

atsumu agreed to this plan but osamu was forced to accept it

simp

just for extra measure, sunarin and tsumu walked behind you guys to the gym so you and samu had time to talk

you were chiding him of course because why would he waste time with spending time with you

‘just wanted to see ya, y/n-chan’

he winked but you pouted and wrinkled your nose

‘you cant weasel yourself out of this, samu-senpai’

osamu has never heard you scold him before so he was like o.o but inside he was like,,, hot

the gym was already on full practice and kita saw the second years from the door

aran LAKDJFLAKSFJLASDKF ARAN AAAAAAAAAAAAA nudged mimi with a smirk

as much as they loved the underclassmen, watching them get told off by kita was too funny to not watch

but what caused them to curiously peer behind the three was the appearance of a girl

a girl?

‘why’s a girl with them?’

aran mumbled and mimi shrugged, but also intrigued

you were behind osamu and he could tell you were nervous because youve heard of the reputation of the team

they were seen as practically as popular as the basketball team and everyone worshipped them

they were who put the school’s name in the map and you were about to meet the legends of inarizaki

thankfully, atsumu and rin walked to the front of you two so you and samu were at the back

samu didnt look at you but he reached behind him to open his palm as a signal for you to take it

you gratefully grabbed it and leaned closer in case something happens

‘KITA-SAN! WE GOT EM!’

atsumu shouted and suna chided him for being really loud

‘you’re late’

an even voice said in front of them and you leaned over to the side to see who it was from

your eyes bulged out of your head because one, wow he was handsome, and two, he looked like someone from miyagi

YALL KNOW WHO IM TALKING ABOUT BYE-

‘oh wow’

you mumbled absentmindedly and samu looked at you at the corner of his eye before scoffing

your face was totally bright red and your eyes were super wide

kita? really? of all guys? it was kita?

‘SORRY! was samu who took so long!’

atsumu lowered his voice down but he didnt tell the captain of his brother’s plans to skip

‘he has a stomachache and he was at the nurse’s office’

suna smoothly came up with a lie and he might look cool and calm, his hands were clasped behind him with it clenching his phone

your eyes left kita to notice that habit and you had a small smile because it was another reassurance that these boys werent as high and legendary as everyone made them to be

in the end they were still just students and boys

they were still human

‘oi, osamu, who’s the girl?’

aran finally bit the bullet and asked the question everyone has been wondering since the beginning

both you and samu stiffened at the direct question to you but he nodded

‘this is l/n y/n’

he introduced and you raised a shaky hand as a greeting but let go of samu to bow slightly to your seniors

‘hello, my name is l/n y/n, i’m a first year’

a few players also raised a hand but it was mimi who spoke at last

‘nice to meet you’

kita nodded at you but turned to the three

‘why is she with you? are you skipping again, osamu?’

again?

osamu inwardly cringed 

obviously, kita was sharper than they would think because he easily saw through suna’s lie

he also knew that samu never really got sick

he watched the younger shovel 5 bowls of ramen and still have enough room eat a plate of mochi and he was perfectly fine

it was silent between the four of you and atsumu and suna were looking at each other as they ran out of lies

dang they even planned the entire walk of what to say to kita

you looked between the twins and their friend before speaking up

‘samu-senpai really did have a stomachache. i was-uh-helping the nurse! um, i want to be a doctor or a nurse when i grow up! and-’

you started to ramble but because you were trying to lie and it was never your forte

ALKESDJFLKD Y/N I NEED TO TAKE YOU UNDER MY WING WE NEED TO TEACH YOU THIS IMPORTANT LIFE SKILL OMG

‘we were tryin to convince y/n to be a manager. thats why we took so long’

atsumu huffed

you froze

a what?

a manager?

you were genuinely truthful about wanting to go into a medical profession but not a manager

you were already a manager before and you didnt really want to do it again

kita was inspecting suna’s and atsumu’s and osamu’s faces to see a trace of dishonesty

you saw him raise a dark eyebrow and you knew then that these three cannot tell a lie to save their life

so you nodded frantically making kita look at you

‘mhm! they asked me! miya-san wanted someone they knew already so they asked me because i’m samu-senpai’s friend! so here i am!’

your awkward smile and stiff outstretched arms might’ve seem suspicious but kita moved his gaze from you to atsumu and the blonde nodded

‘yea! ya’ve been talkin bout bein worried of next year cus yall aint here no more so i got sum person responsible enough fer us!’

STOPP I HATE IT HERE I CANT SEEM TO WRITE OUT ATSUMU’S ACCENT LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

after the longest 3 seconds, kita finally nodded and closed his eyes warily

‘alright. l/n-san, come here’

you froze at the way he said your name but suna was kind enough to walk over to your place beside samu to gently push you forward to kita

‘its okay’

he mumbled and you were so thankful because that gave you enough motivation and strength to keep going

your height was staggering between these men and kita seemed to tower you

but you kept an even and calm face 

‘yes?’

you asked

kita looked at you and he stared at your face, pupils moving as a sign that he was inspecting your eyes and every feature 

oh my god you shouldve plucked your nose hairs this morning

before you could feel more self-conscious, he spoke

‘you said you want to be a doctor?’

‘well, more like a nurse but um same thing’

‘you know medical stuff? know how to treat injuries?’

‘yes. i was a manager back in my hometown so i have experience’

‘where are you from?’

‘miyagi’

‘ya familiar with shiratorizawa?’

you cringed but nodded

‘yes’

‘are you from there?’

‘yes’

the three stooges from behind you had wide eyes at this sudden revelation because that was a school theyve played before

even the last interhigh, they were familiar of how strong that school was

the eagle and the guess monster

and you were their manager before? 

must’ve been during middle school as you were just a first year

‘so you know how plays and stats work?’

‘yes. anything you want me to do, im familiar and capable to do it’

god why are you saying this

you didnt even want to be a manager in the first place

yet here you are again

you were getting flashbacks from the war ajkfdfd

kita looked at you silently once more before finally standing up straight and pointing you to their coach who was watching the whole thing with crossed arms and furrowed brows

‘there. talk to him and you can finalize everything. i think its too early to say this but nonetheless, welcome to the team, y/n’

AND THUS STARTED YOUR JOURNEY WITH THE BOYS

akldjklfjsdlakj

IT WAS ALL BUILT ON LIES BUT WHATEVER

AS LONG AS NO ONE DIED ISSOKAY

no but really dont tell lies in general yall, maybe white lies, but try not to do that

OKAY MOVING ON

MOMENTS WITH THE TEAM

duh you are much much closer to samu than the rest of the team so you tended to stick to him more

like you would go to him first if you needed something or if you wanted someone to help you with the crate, he would be your go-to

that would make atsumu whine because he felt that samu was better than him

‘oi, y/n! im really good with ma arms! i can bench 300 yanno?’

you politely smiled and nodded

‘thank you for telling me, miya-san’

then you would proceed to nudge samu’s arm yum to ask for help

butbutbutbut

dont worry!!!!

you do end up warming up to him

for my atsumu stans, yall tend to go to him when samu is either busy or you just need a good laugh

this mans will embarrass himself both on purpose or accidentally to make you laugh lmao

you also have extra bottles for his medicine because he has adhd and the guys are like,,,, yo chill

and duh atsumu would forget to take them so youre practically his reminder

we all know how tsumu was practically attacked that one time when he insulted those girls, right?

yall may have forgiven but i will never forget >:(

well, during matches, you as their manager, always have to tell the stands to be quiet when atsumu is serving 

but no one told you this

you kind of figured it out during your time like when his eye would twitch if samu was talking to suna too loudly or when he would close his eyes to shut off his hearing because of the loud spikes on the other side

you noticed it

so you would go to the stands and nicely tell them that if they see atsumu serving, to be quiet

‘i understand you are all excited when he does his serve but we would all benefit more you could release that excitement inside and silently’

*cue atsumu pretending to faint in sunas arms*

OH SPEAKING OF SUNA

YES I SAID THAT I DONT REALLY LIKE FANON SUNA BC,,,

WEED

AND DRUGS

AND RUDE 

JUST OVERALL

NOT RECOMMENDED

but canon suna :”)

as a player, suna is seen as really manipulative and snarky and witty

he loves to poke fun at the other team, even his own, and just all-around annoying

but off-court

suna is a very quiet and reserved person

totally different from the one who talks and yaps constantly to the other side of the net

and hes a really pure person in some topics

like he would turn red when you would compliment his new picture that he posted in inasgram 

PLEASE SUNA IS TOTALLY A PHOTOGRAPHER LIKE HE TAKES PICTURES OF SUNSETS AND STUFF

or when you would offer to bandage him up for him because it’s hard to do it himself and your hand would touch his

dont tell anyone this but suna is very relieved that you and samu weren’t dating

thats all

thats all for now

;)

OOOO kita!!!

okay so kita is the captain, right?

but he doesnt play

like he plays rarely and aran is usually the on-court captain

this causes you and him to be at the sidelines a lot

he would tell you what he thinks would happen next or what the next plan should be and you would provide your own input

in a way, he was the one who really taught you the mechanics of volleyball and he would tell you the different tricks that techniques that the twins came up with 

what makes you really soft and fall for him is when he starts to compliment his players

his pride in aran for being one of the top aces that has led them to nationals

his pride in mimi for being able to go on the longest on court and not be tired

his pride on akagi for being able to receive each ball and successfully give it to their setter

his pride on hitoshi for being the one who could handle the team personality wise and his plans for him to be his successor

his pride on ATSUmu for being the best setter he’s ever seen and his drive to get better no matter what

his pride on samu for being so strong and still getting stronger despite his dream career to be something not volleyball-related

his pride on sunA being motivated enough to help the team and make sure everyone knows that every ball can be stopped

like pls you almost cry all the time when you hear kita saying that because he seems to not say it to the others but only to you

it makes you happy that kita relies so much on these guys as much as they rely on him

OH MY GOSH OMIMI

okay

so omimi ren is a very quiet and calm character

hes kinda like suna where they dont really say much but when they do, its usually important and not irrelevant like atsumu

and he didnt say much when you got inducted in the team as a manager

like he just stared at you and you were just like o.o

ngl he did scare you a bit bc of his tall height looming over you and the way his dark eyes just pierces you through your soul

hes the type that you cannot willingly tell a lie to him bc you know he will find out one way or another

he can see right through you

maybe thats what makes him such a good middle blocker

but you started to warm up to him really quick and he would sometimes walk you home if the others cant mainly bc he knows his appearance will make anyone back off

its the simple things that make you appreciate him

two words: ginjima hitoshi

he is so two-faced

NO LISTEN BEFORE YALL BEAT ME UP JUST HEAR ME OUT

you know how like the 4 second years (PLEASE I KNOW THERES A GUY NAMED YUTO BUT LIKE I DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT HIM AAAAAA TELL ME IF YOU WANT HIM IN HERE)

like suna, the twins, and hitoshi

the twins are the annoying ones who causes trouble, suna is the one taking pictures and evidence while cheering them on, and hitoshi is the one trying to break it up

BUT

i think that hitoshi is really the worst out of the 4 and he keeps in because who else would be the responsible one of the bunch

hello? they were about to be third years next year like are we really gonna go on with possibly a miya twin or suna being captain?

no

so he tries to force down his inner chaos to take on the role of the responsible one

BUTTTTT

you try to release that inner chaos

you sometimes hear him egging on atsumu under his breath like ‘do it’ but quietly so no one hears him

and youre like

?-?

please? we’re not? supposed? to allow? atsumu? to eat? and swallow? a whole? raw egg?

at first, duh he was also like that with you but you want him to be himself and be comfortable with you so you work hard to make him open up

now

you kinda regret it

because he now wants to go through the mcdonalds drive-thru, with no car, just to get mcflurries

you stared down at hitoshi from your bedroom window with a confused expression

‘but? you dont have a car?’

he grins up at you

‘but i got a CART! they said as long as it’s a car and car is in the word cart and the extra ‘t’ is just a bonus!’

‘hitoshi no-’

AAAAAA MICHIMICHI BABY

so akagi is the libero of the team and he is the one responsible for the make sure the ball doesnt touch the ground type of thing

you get really worried about him bc he does a lot of flying saves and his knees always get roughed up and such

so you try and stitch him up as much as you can like you even send him sites for good warm packs to buy

something that isnt known about akagi is that he, like atsumu, really likes to cook

but more like

he bakes

he bakes as a stress reliever and its like his meditation time

you go over to his house a lot to go bake something w him and share it to the guys later on

during ina get-togethers, him and samu are in charged of the food while youre the sous chef

SPEAKING OF SAMU

we forgot about him for a sec aldfjklkfdjlk 

it was all thanks to him

because of him, you became a manager despite your initial refusal to become one again

you made friends with more people and you were able to have a fun high school life because of it

because of him

osamu does get a little sad or irritated whenever the guys start to hog you up

like he has to push down the tantrum of ‘I SAW HER FIRST!’

he wants to be the better twin lmao

he gets really butthurt when you would go to someone else even during the middle of your conversation

like he would be talking to you on the side but suna calls you over for tape and youre going

he pouts and atsumu teases him about it causing him to bark at him

LOL HE BARKS

okay so training camp

i think therell be an imagine for this so ill try to not make it as detailed

lets just say its a mess

suna really wants to go hiking bc he wants to go the top of the mountain for pictures of the stars and stuff

but atsumu whines of the bugs and possible creatures in there

this causes osamu to tease him and call him a coward and a wimp

and leads to a fight which aran tries to break up but gets sucked in anyways

and omimi just stands by and watches but he intends to intervene if it gets too much

then akagi gets taken by suna to go the hike with him even though hes scared of bugs so hes whimpering and complaining

while kita and hitoshi are off in the kitchen talking about new grains of flour and stuff

where are you?

youre at the lodge, drinking your f/d (favorite drink) and watching all this go down bc at training camp, it’s every man for themselves

there is a lot of bonding times as a team bc these boys may seem like all they think about is volleyball but they like to do something else outside of that

what they love the most is going to the beach

not only do they get to have fun, they get to relax and see you in a swimsuit alkfdjkfj

especially when kita accidentally falls asleep? they bury him with sand and make him look like a mermaid

because they are players who work out so great bodies duh

and they get so much attention for that

but they all mainly pay attention to you and oh my

youve expressed not being comfortable in wearing a swim suit and watch these guys absolutely start throwing compliments at you

but the third years would softly tell you that it’s okay not to wear one bc all that matters is if youre comfortable or not

HELP I WANT AN ARAN AAAAAAAAAAA

OH SO

we know how kita’s family are rice farmers, right?

well

he farms to help his granny and sometimes, youre the only one who’s free enough to go and help him 

so you go over there all the time and granny really loves you bc one, you take care of her shin and thats beyond everything, and two, youre reliable and make shin laugh and such

like one time, you were carrying a basket to the back deck and granny saw you from the kitchen

she smiled before waddling over to the door so she could talk to you

‘y/n-chan!’

you whipped around quickly at the call of your name before grinning and hurrying up to her

‘yes, granny?’

she gave you a bottled water then gestured down to the field where shin was tirelessly tending to the rice

‘please give that to shinsuke. poor boy has been pushing himself too hard with the field and his sport and not taking care of himself’

she chided but there was a certain hint in her tone that made her sound so proud of her grandson

you looked down at the bottle and squeezed it

‘kita-san works hard not for himself, but for everyone else. it makes me sad when he neglects his health and tends to the team instead. so dont worry, baa-chan! i’ll take care of kita-san for him! for you!’

nah bc granny was already gossiping with her neighborhood ladies about this beautiful girl that shin got and how they should be jealous their grandsons don’t have someone like you

OOOOOOO 

since your family owns a cafe, the guys goes there all the time

its kinda like the ramen shop for the seijoh boys

they go there mainly to see you even outside of practice ANDDD

they wanna look good in front of your family

like tsumu suddenly knows cleanliness bc he cleans up the mess on the table or kita is no longer an introvert as hes now talking to your mom about the benefits of rice water and her not needing one bc her hair is already beautiful

PLEASE WHAT

and even during the summer, theyve helped out a lot when it was busy lunch times and you couldnt handle it yourself

GOSH IMAGINE SAMU BEING YOUR MOM’S APPRENTICE AND HANDSOME BOYS TAKING YOUR ORDERS WHILE SOME ARE CARRYING HEAVY TRAYS THAT MAKE THEIR ARMS POP

okay imma stop now

OH DONT GET ME STARTED DURING THE DEFEAT WITH KARASUNO

I DONT CARE YALL CAN HATE ME FOR SAYING THIS BUT KARASUNO SHOULDNT HAVE WON LIKE INARIZAKI WERE LITERALLY THE SECOND PLACE IN NATIONALS AND COMPETED AGAINST I T A C H I Y A M A

LIKE WHAT

OKAY ANYWAYS

everyone was already down and moody bc of the loss

and you wanted to be at the back bc you didnt know how to handle the situation

in your time as their manager, not once have you seen them lose

during those 10 months of being a manager, you have not once seen them be defeated during a game even with practice matches

then with those nobodies?

karasuno?

last time you checked, karasuno went down under when coach ukai retired

so having them lose was a real shock

and a really bad event

there was a certain air around you all during the bus ride to the hotel which made the entire time very uncomfortable

everyone finished their crying either in the locker rooms or the bathroom so all that was left was their red eyes

the coach sent everyone off to bed and although they were allowed more days to stay, they all collectively chose to just go home and keep those excused days as a rest day

‘we all would like to just stay at home and recharge’

kita’s request was everyone else’s, even yours, as you were both worried and tired for the boys

so that night, the coaches were able to book train tickets for everyone the next day back home

you stayed up, watching tv in your own room out of boredom because the group chat was quiet and you were too tired to do anything else

the next day, everyone 

osamu claimed your shoulder and he held your hand tight with his

his breathing was ragged and even with his closed eyes, the redness around them made it obvious he had been crying

the bus that was filled with excitement before, became quiet and the sound of the engine and wheels took over the silence

you thought samu had fallen asleep so you raised your free hand to stroke his hair

‘hey y/n?’

you flinched at the surprise but hummed 

‘imma tell him today. later, but today’

his voice was low and he was murmuring to hint that this was the extra sensitive topic you both discussed a few days ago at the cafe

you nodded but made sure he knew that no matter, he still got you

the coaches were upset and mad at the loss

but in the end, they all realized that this was the last game the boys would play as a team

sure, they could have practice matches and they could play again together in the future but nothing would change the atmosphere and feeling of playing the important matches 

this was the team that brought them closest to nationals with placing second out of the entire country

they were a good team that somehow got defeated

but the coaches were still proud

they didnt even yell at the boys to take laps and instead brought them into a team meeting

you stood beside the coaches, your own sniffles with everyone else, and listened to them talk

‘-year has been the most productive this school’s team has had in decades. i hope you all are proud of yourselves as we are proud of you. you lost so you are no longer in the competition and we talk about it tomorrow. but for now, go home and take a rest because tomorrow, we will be running laps and drills and miss y/n will be timing you until you pass out from exhaustion’

you blankly looked at the coaches bc you thought this would be a heartwarming talk but quickly turned into a threat

‘but thats for tomorrow. so go home and rest up. expect what is to come’

you were just wanting to leave lmao

like you wanted to hurry home and make something for the guys to eat tomorrow

just do something to make them at least smile

the guys were quietly packing up and you watched them with trembling eyes at their dismissal

you wanted them to stay longer

stay here and laugh and mess around

like tsumu poking kita and pretending he didnt

or mimi talking about something and aran staring blankly at him but he’s really sleeping with his eyes open and startling him awake

‘guys!’

you shouted

they all stopped and turned to look at you

‘hm?’

hitoshi asked

you hurriedly looked around to find something to stall them here and you noticed the cherry blossom tree that’s blooming 

must be the time of the year

‘l-lets! have a-take a picture! outside! by the tree!’

you pointed and they looked at each other

you were acting strangely

but they were simps for you so they just nodded and went outside

they didnt even complain and went to stand out in front of the tree

you had your phone and pulled it to the camera app to raise it to get the team in the frame

they looked sad and tired and worn out but they were still trying to joke around and have natural smiles

‘closer, you guys! bunch in closer!’

you motioned with one hand but they stopped

‘um? y/n? aren’t you gonna join us?’

ren asked but you shook your head

‘its? for you guys? besides, no one will take it for us, silly’

the boys insisted on you prop it up on a bench over there because they wanted you there with them

‘hey, come here! lets all be in it!’

aran shouted and you had no choice but to follow them

the boys had to stand closer to the camera as the bench was a ways ahead of the tree but dont worry, the tree is still there

they wanted you in the front bc they were all taller than you but they really wanted to showcase you

you were their manager and the person who took care of them

they treasure you so much

‘smile!!!’

someone shouted and the timer hit zero and the picture was taken

sure, their school’s motto was that they didnt need things like memories

to not have anything tying you down to the past and to challenge yourself with everyone focusing on the future ahead

in years from now, you could just be another thing from their past and nothing else

but they would be damned if that happened

any fragment of you to remind them of the best time of their youth and the person who loved them more than anyone else did

so yea, sure they wanted to represent their school’s motto

but this time

they can make an exception

a/n: HII!!!! IM BACK AND SUDDENLY IM ABLE TO WRITE AND FINISH THIS I SWEAR I CANT BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO PUBLISH THIS I CANT WITH THIS YALL IM LOWKEY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF AND IM ASHAMED IM SO SORRY

[kozumedenki]

🍊 bakugou always manages to pull hoodies jackets scarves and things alike with him out of no where when the temperature outside increases even slightly, he wants you to be cozy and warm, he likes knowing you're wearing something of his, while he'll grumble and call you stupid for forgetting a jacket, he'll still kiss ur cold nose and pull you into his chest to warm you up 🍊 if this doesn't make sense,, I've started a new medication and it makes brain weird

+ shut up and take it ⮯

(name) tucked his hands under his arms, shivering a little as little visible puffs of air leave his mouth. he didn't expect a night out as a group would be so long or that it would get so cold at night but he was regretting his action of ignoring katsuki's warning to grab a jacket.

"yo, you cold man?" ejirou looked at his friend, brow furrled in concern. "you can have my jacket if you nee-"

"fuck off, stupid hair." katsuki's arm appeared around the (color) haired boy's shoulders, immediately making ejirou back off. the blonde looked at his boyfriend with his signature dirty look. "idiot, i said to bring a jacket. are you're ears not working?"

(name) gave him an apologetic smile as he snuggled close to the other's warm chest, sighing in delight at the warmth eveloping him.

the blonde stopped, pulling to make his boyfriend stop with him. he didn't look at the other as he started taking off his jacket.

" 'tsuki... what are you doing?"

"just hold on a fucking second."

katsuki worked off the all might hoodie he had on under his jacket (the all might logo was hidden so no one would know how much of a dork he was) and grabbed (name)'s hand to pull him closer.

"oh 'tsuki, you don't have-" (name) was cut off as his explosive boyfriend pulled the hoodie over his head, not listening to his objections. his head made it into the hood, a playful pout on his lips. " 'tsuki... you're gonna get cold now."

katsuki rolled his eyes and pulled the other into a small, short kiss by the hoodie strings. "shut up. now you'll be warm and stupid shitty hair won't offer you his anymore."

a warm smile broke out on (name)'s face as he pulled the sleeves over his cold hands. "aww, was my cute boyfriend all jealous?"

that made the blonde's face almost as red as ejirou's hair. "fuck no! i don't get fucking jealous!" he barked, grabbing (name)'s hand and stuffing their interlocked hands in his jacket pocket.

"ejirou won't steal me away with a jacket, 'tsuki."

"i fucking know that... i just like seeing you in my jackets."

"awww, big bad 'tsuki has a soft spot for wittle old me."

"shut up!"

[haikyuuuuuhypeeeee]

September Scribbles - Wednesday, September 15th

Genre: Autumn/Fall

Featuring: Iwaizumi Hajime (750 wc)

Prompt: “You think it’s funny to scare me with your Halloween costume, now I’m going to show you how funny that is.” (prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting)

Revenge is on your mind.

Ya know, besides the other basic thoughts that come to human minds that aid in survival - eat, sleep, breath, etc.

But revenge is on your mind.

It has been since Iwaizumi Hajime brought home the ridiculous Godzilla mask he’s planning on wearing for Halloween. He was so excited to show it to you, unboxing the package like some silly influencer, giving you the commentary that you maybe half-paid attention to. And with a flourish he had pulled it from the bag and donned it.

You take two offenses to the mask - first it’s awful. It’s a rubbery-plastic that makes your skin crawl when you come into contact with it. It’s cheap and disgusting and the actual look of the mask is horrendous. You knew you could maybe spend ten minutes online and find three more substitutes that would look way better than that garbage, but your boyfriend never asked you. C’est la vie.

And second - it brought out some childish version of your boyfriend that you did not ask for.

You love Hajime, you love him so so much. But you hate the Hajime that has taken it upon himself to hide in every nook and cranny of the apartment and scaring the living bejesus out of you with that stupid mask. It’s not even the mask that scares you, it’s the jump scare and the yelling that gets you.

And every time Hajime will cackle like a child and run off. After the fourth time you gave up chasing him and would just stare at his retreating figure, wondering where your stoic and calm boyfriend had gone.

(You will 100% ignore how freaking cute your boyfriend is when he lets down his guard and actually has fun - it’s a rare occurrence as an overworked uni student so when he gets to have fun you can’t help but want to squeeze the daylights out of him in an act of cute-aggression.)

So when you found yourself beating Hajime home you wasted no time in running to the bedroom, grabbing the mask and hiding in the front room closet. You couldn’t help but let out a cackle of your own as you burrowed in, waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

Revenge.

You faintly hear the front door creak open, a person stepping over the threshold and the door closing.

“I’m home.” Your boyfriend calls out. You smile manically to yourself as you hear footsteps approach the closet door. Soon, so very soon, will he open the door to put away his shoes and hang up his jacket.

Soon, so very soon, will you have your revenge.

The door opens, and you dart out into the light.

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!” You make the most animalistic growl possible and wave your hands around, creating chaos and pandemonium.

Through the small peep holes of the mask you see Hajime’s eyes widen and he jumps back. He opens his mouth and screams.

Iwaizumi Hajime is not a loud person. He can be loud and yell (in a once-in-a-blue-moon argument he’ll raise his voice at you and you do not like it. And in more often occurrences he’ll yell at Oikawa for being a tool.) But Hajime is not known for being the “loud one” in your relationship. That’s you.

But right now he’s loud. He doesn’t yell, he doesn’t shout - he emits a high-pitched scream akin to horror-movie victims before they’re slashed.

The noise nearly makes you jump out of your skin, but the sheer pleasure fully outweighs your surprise. You giggle, before dissolving into full-blown laughter. You grab the front of Hajime to hold yourself up and just completely come apart at the seams.

“I fucking got you!” You rip off the mask, taking in Hajime’s fully irritated face without any annoying mask blocking your view. And boy does he look ANNOYED.

“That wasn’t funny,” he mutters. He looks like he wants nothing to do with you right now, but he’s not shoving you away.

“Awww, did wittle Hajime get scawed?” You coo, giggling as Hajime takes in your baby talk with a scowl.

“Shut up.”

You laugh more at his petulance, and step away to dump the mask in his hand. “Well you think it’s so funny when you scare me, so I thought you’d like a taste of your own medicine.” You give him a grin. “Whaddya think?”

He scowls again before turning and walking away from you.

“Hajimeeee!” You laugh, following behind him. “You didn’t answer my question!” He still doesn't reply, making you laugh even more.

Revenge is good, but vindication is even better.

END

September Scribbles Masterlist🧡

Taglist: @psycho-nightrose @camcam1617 @kamalymaly @toobsessedsstuff @shookykookie30 @ara-mitsue

[mizunetzu]

Headcannons - Ushijima and Bokuto with a femboy s/o

⚠️warnings - femboy male reader?

Pronouns - male, he/him

——————

Ushijima:

mans will not admit it but he thought you were a girl at first-

I mean-you DID wear the girls uniform to school so-

When you asked to join the volleyball club ushimans was :0

“I’m sorry, this is a boys club, miss.”

“I...am a boy?”

You’re voice was fUCKING DEEP

MAN VOICE MAN VOICE

you didn’t talk much because the voice ruined your cutesy image

THE PRETTY GIRL OF THE SCHOOL HAD A DI-

Everyone else was shocked too, minus tendou

Tendou just fuckin knew HAHAHAHA

A few practices into the club, ushijima asked why you wore the girl clothes and stuff

“I just think it looks pretty. Doesn’t it?”

Oh shit what the fuck

Why his heart go bam bam 😡😡

O wait

Ushijima was falling for a femboy HAHA

He didn’t really think about it until Tendou brought up how he kinda...hovered around you when you were around

“Ara ara? Is Wakatoshi-kun falling for cute little (L/n)-Chan?”

“Oh. I guess I am.”

Honestly this dumbass just thought he was interested in the fact that here in practice or games was probably the only time you weren’t wearing women’s clothes (you had to change into the practice shirts to your disappointment)

Or the fact despite your deep voice, you laugh was cute and adorable

Or the fact that you weren’t scared to join a rather masculine activity, despite presenting rather feminine

Oh shit

Mans fell HARD

He didn’t really know what to do with this information, so he just kinda...did nothing HAHAHAHA

I mean what would he do-

Tendou decided to play Cupid doe >:)

“Everyone~!! Let’s go out tomorrow~!! Team bonding~!!”

“I don’t see why not, Tendou. Where will we go though?”

Y’all ended up going to the movies

You showed up in a fitted white shirt tucked into a skirt, with a oversized jacket around your shoulders

Mf the things you do to ushis heart >:(((

Tendou, being the bitch he is, told the team of his plan

Once everyone was seated, they made sure y’all sat together

“Tendou may I sit-“

Tendou panickly draped his legs over the open seat.

“...Shirabu can I-“

Goshiki fumbled into the seat next to Shirabu, leaving the only seat next to you

Evil bitches

You ended up getting kinda sleepy during the movie

Before you knew it, you were resting ur head on his shoulder, softly snoring and nuzzling your face into his arm

Shit was warm ong

*Cue Tendou snickering and gossiping a few seats down*

After the movie he ended up carrying you home

He didn’t wanna wake you up POOR BABY

you woke up on the train going back to your house doe, confused as fuck

He explained everything, how you fell asleep, how the movie ended, etc

He accidentally slipped how he kinda thought you were cute and shit JAJAJSDJ

He didn’t mind tho, it was what he thought

* He ended up leaving with a phone number and a new boyfriend if u know what I’m sayin-

Bokuto:

ok

Ok ok

You were a closet femboy-

You were pretty damn good at hiding it too

You radiated straight tiktok energy HAHAHAHA

You were overly masculine, you sat with your legs out, and you were in the volleyball club

You’d dress up in such pretty pastel skirts-no one would’ve thought this...chad was such a pretty wittle thing-

You tried to copy Bokutos meathead energy sometimes, aND IT WORKS AHAHA

Only getting all dressing up in your house was pretty boring ngl

Sometimes you’d go out in full makeup and outfits

You weren’t really scared of getting found out, I mean you didn’t really look all that recognizable

You were out getting coffee

It was pretty late, you were tired and pretty sleepy

You were wearing a grey plaid skirt, white socks, and a pink oversized hoodie

It wasn’t much, but it was comfy and u felt pwetty 🥺

You felt someone run into you, full speed

You forgot to keep your voice high, the shock of the blow forcing a DEEP ASS GRUNT OUTTA YOU

You landed on the ground, and you quickly flipped your skirt down

“OHMYGODIMSOSORRY-“

You forgot you were in full femboy attire

You made the HUGE MISTAKE of not changing the tone of ur voice-

“Nah nah, it’s fine you didn’t meant to”

You looked up

Oh shit

IT WAS FUXKING BOKUTOMDKDJD

Ok ok ok maybe his dumbass won’t recognize you

“...(L/n)?!? Dude! Is that you?!? Sick skirt by the way!”

Fuckin-

He pulled you up, and you fucking DASHED

ZOOM

Bokuto was confused, and kind of emo the rest of the night

:(

Next day at practice you pulled him aside

“Ok Bokuto-BOKUTO, just to be clear, you saw me in that skirt, right?”

He nodded

“Please please PLEASE don’t tell anyone what you saw last night! Let’s keep that between us, yeah? A secret between two buddies!”

Omg y’all were buddies 🥺🥺??1?

Bokuto nodded dumbly HAHAHA

“B-bu-but you looked really nice yesterday 🥺”

AJSJSKKD DONT SAY THAT BOKUBITCH YOULL DO THINGS TO (Y/NS) HEART-

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Do ya think you could dress me up sometime too?!”

Omg

Omg omg

If you don’t ask this man out I will 😤😤😤

——————

[m-y-fandoms]

Kokichi x reader - patching him up after he falls through the floorboard

Request: I felt bad for a Kokichi when no one bothered to check up on him when he fell through the floor so how about a scenario where someone catches up to him after the trial and bullies him into letting them bandage him up. This small act of kindness causes him to fall for them.

Hey! I love this idea, but when he showed up at the trial, all the blood that was on his head and face was cleaned up, and he wasn’t light-headed or anything during the trial, some I’m gonna change up the request a bit to have the reader find him directly after he falls through the floorboard. Also, thanks for suggesting best boy, I will always have time to write for him - Mod Kokichi

SPOILERS FOR EVERYTHING UP TO CHAPTER 3 ENDING. Gender of reader never specified.

NOTE: MONOKUMA WAS OUT OF COMMISSION FOR THIS INVESTIGATION, BUT IM TAKING CREATIVE LICENSE TO ADD HIM BACK IN. WORK WITH ME LMAO.

     “Hmmm, I see. Thanks, Kiyo!” You finished up your light but lengthy interrogation of the anthropologist, who elegantly bowed his head and disappeared into his lab. You exited, rounding the corner to investigate further. You headed toward the three empty rooms, wanting to re-examine Tenko’s body after Korekiyo’s statements, even if the thought of your friend’s corpse made you uneasy. It had to be done.

     You rounded the corner, a sharp yelp releasing from your throat.

     Shuichi, Maki and Kokichi turned to face you, startled by your sudden scream. Kokichi’s forehead was soaked, dripping pink rivulets of blood, and he was leaning on the wall for support.

     “What’s going on?! What happened?! D-did someone attack you, Kokichi?” You ran over, joining the group and looking to Shuichi for answers.

     “He’s fine.” Maki stated flatly.

     “Obviously not, his head is gushing!” You were a bit irritated with Maki’s indifference, but a bit biased with your opinion on Kokichi. You knew many people disliked him, Maki least of all, but you didn’t see a reason to hate him. In fact…you’d been nursing quite the little crush on him. You found him witty, cute, intelligent.

     “Yeah, he felt well enough to pull a childish prank on us, so I’d say he’s fine as well,” Shuichi’s eyes narrowed as he spoke, arms crossing as he looked at Kokichi with contempt. Kokichi simply grinned back.

     “What prank?” You inquired.

     “He pretended he was dead, lying there face-down and bloody only to pop up when we got worried!” Shuichi scoffed, his nasally, nerdy voice getting rather worked up.

     “Kokichi…” you warned, seeing Shuichi’s point now. Kokichi merely smirked back at you as well.

     “Anyway, we gotta go finish up this investigation before Monokuma cuts us off, so if you’ll excuse me, y/n.” Shuichi nodded, leaving with Maki to investigate Angie’s research lab. That left Kokichi and you in the hallway alone, his eyes drooping now that Shuichi was out of sight. A moment of weakness.

     “Kokichi, are you alright? That’s a lot of blood. And you hit your head, yes? What if you have a concussion or something?”

     “Why are you standing around? I haven’t seen you investigating at all, you lazy, lazy scoundrel,” he changed the subject. “Gonna leave all the work to everyone else?” He forced a venomous grin that quickly turned into a clenched-teeth grimace, his head pounding. It didn’t escape your notice.

     “For your information, Ouma, I have been investigating, it’s just obvious to me who the guilty party is, so I’ve been slowing down. I’m ready for the trial.”

     “Hmm so you’re useless and cocky? Great, just what we needed for this case!” He started walking off toward the stairs, still heavily depending on the wall. His words were harsh, but as usual, held an untruth within them. He knew you were smart, and that you probably had figured it out, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you, of course.

     “K-Kokichi! Let me help you!” You grabbed his arm before he could stumble down the stairs. He looked to you incredulously, but didn’t pull away, looking at the little drops of pink that stained his white jacket sleeve.

     “I don’t need your help, stupid-head! What, you’re the Ultimate Nurse or something? Ultimate babysitter? Go bother someone else!” He was trying your patience now, but you weren’t going to turn your back on someone obviously in pain. You saw pain in his eyes, both from his mysterious past and the current injury. Kokichi was more than meets the eye, and you could easily perceive that. It didn’t hurt that he was attractive.

     “No, the Ultimate Psychologist, remember?” You stopped him when he tried to pull away and continue down the stairs alone.

     “Ohhhh, pfft! Yeah,” he rolled his eyes, “I had forgotten since you never actually do anything during trials.”

     “Monokuma!!!” You yelled out, ignoring his insult. Kokichi jumped at your sudden volume, and the monochrome bear appeared seemingly out of thin air.

     “What do you twerps want?” He smiled, hands on his hips.

     “How much time do we have left in the current investigation?”

     “And why should I tell you...? I think that seems a bit unfair! Then I’d have to tell eeeeeveryone!” He leaned forward at your threateningly. You gestured toward Kokichi.

     “Kokichi is obviously in no shape for a trial. He needs to get cleaned up and assessed, at least. I’m asking you to allow me the time to do so, no more, no less?” You challenged him.

     “No way! You’re cra-“

     “Kokichi is easily the smartest one here, and he keeps the trial fun and interesting, wouldn’t you agree?” You hated using the word fun to describe the killing game. You thought it was horrific and morbid, but a little lie to help a friend in the end wasn’t against your morals. “If he’s down for the count or out of it during the trial, it’s going to be painfully boring, right? No one to harass Miu, and everyone else gets along pretty well. It’s going to be a hand-holding ceremony of cooperation. Do you want that?” You glared at the small robot, Kokichi’s mouth a bit agape behind you. Not only were you defending him, which no one here did, but you were standing up to Monokuma.

     “Hmmm...well, I suppose, if it will improve the trial...I must reluctantly agree!” Monokuma’s paw rose to his chin pensively. “You’ve got an hour! Not a minute over, got it?!”

     “Deal. Can I have a first aid kit?”

     “No!”

     “RISE AND SHINE URSINE!” The three remaining Monokubs appeared in front of you, with Monodam holding a large white case in his metal paws.

     “HERE. I. WILL. ALWAYS, CONTRIBUTE. TO. THE. CAUSE. OF. GETTING. ALONG,” Monodam spoke in his staccato mechanical voice, handing the plastic container’s handle to you.

     “You’re lucky my wittle cubs are so cute and helpful and wesponsible!” He swooned at the smaller bears. “Now get outta here, times ticking!”

     “SO LONG, BEAR WELL!”

     You turned to Kokichi with a smile, and to your surprise, he smiled back.

~

     You sat in your room in the dorms, with Kokichi leaning his head back gently onto the side of the tub in your small, personal bathroom. You sat on the edge, massaging the dry blood out of his hair as he pouted, arms crossed against his chest and thin legs splayed out in front of him.

     “OW!” You touched a sensitive spot, the opening of his wound a little too roughly, and he shook his feet up and down, stomping on the ground like a little kid. “It’s clear you’re trained to take care of people’s minds, not their bodies, you asshole!” He yelled up at you. You chuckled lightly, easing up on his skull and rubbing out a particularly crunchy bit of coagulated blood.

     “What ever do you mean by that, my dear Ouma?” You teased, and he stiffened up, before quickly realizing his emotions were plain on his face, and pouting again.

     “I mean, it’s clear you know how to unravel someone psychologically and trick them, like how you ‘know the culprit already’and persuaded Monokuma, but you really have no talent for physical care, huh?” You assumed he was referring to your rather rough treatment of his body...well, what he determined as rough.

     “I think you’re being a little unfair, Kokichi. I think I’m doing a pretty great job. Do you feel any better after the water?” You’d made him down a few water bottles upon entering your room and examined the wound before rinsing his dark locks out.

     “Hmpf! Whatever. I guess I am grateful to you,” he sighed, “but my appreciation will only continue if you prove you’re truly not as dumb as I once thought!” He looked off dreamily.

     “And how do I do that?” You wrung out the longer pieces of his hair, playing along.

     “Who is the culprit then...if you’re so smar-?” You wrapped his head in a towel and it covered his face and mouth, muffling his words, “HEY!” You giggled and quickly rustled the towel around gently, careful to avoid directly scraping his wound. When you were done you lifted the towel, peeking under to look at his face. He scowled at you, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

     “Aww, don’t look so angry. It only makes you cuter!” He turned away from you abruptly, embarrassed, then stood until he was hovering over your seated position, playing it off.

     “Whatever! I’m outta here. Some of us actually want to live through this trial.” You grabbed his hand as he began to exit your bathroom.

     “It’s Korekiyo. It’s obvious, to me at least…he killed them both.” His eyes widened. How did you…? Of course, he had already come to this conclusion. Seeing something like confusion in his eyes, you continued. “It became apparent as I analyzed him. I talked to him for quite a while.”

     “Did you... shrink him?” He scoffed, a bit impressed.

     “I’m afraid so,” you wore a crooked grin, standing to meet him.

     “Aww, poor guy. And he didn’t even make an appointment!!! Though, I guess it’s really your loss after all. You shrinks are expensive! I hope he has insurance!” He laughed loudly, pitying the graceful anthropologist who would shortly meet his doom.

     “You knew already, then?” You inquired.

      “Of course!! Evil recognizes evil after all, and he is evil.” He waltzed toward your bedroom door, not a hint of a thank-you or appreciative word coming from his lips. You didn’t stop him, knowing the trial would soon commence anyway. But then, your thoughts prodded at you, and your lips opened.

     “K-Kokichi?” He paused, hands on his hips as he turned to face you.

     “Whaaaat? We haven’t got all day!”

     “I need to place a bandage and some antibiotic over your wound...it’s pretty deep.” Why were you so worried about him, he wondered. “A-and...I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you…” your cheeks felt hot and you looked toward the ground. He rolled his eyes, walking over and plopping down, criss-cross-applesauce in front of you. “Kokichi?”

     “I can’t blame you for wanting my attention,” he spoke lazily, “I am the most entertaining person in this dump!” 

     “You really are charming, you know?” You spat sarcastically.

     “Well???? Get to it!” He handed you the first aid kit beside your bed, and you accepted it with a relieved, gentle smile. You began to part his hair, looking for the wound, and he was grateful that you couldn’t see the expression on his face from that angle.

[eeemarvel]

Physical Traits Character Ask for Phichit and Yuuri, numbers 13, 20 and 22 please (I know they aren't OCs sorry!)😊

They might as well be OCs at this point so no worries. Sometimes I see screencaps of them and I'm like "oh my god, what have i done to my precious bois!!!"

Anyways. Yes.

13. how do they carry themselves when they’re upset?

For Yuuri, there's levels to this. I think he's trained himself quite a bit to school his emotions and expression and keep things bottled up. He developed this sort of "autopilot" habit back when he first did that bullet extraction as a kid, if you remember. I'd say he's rather robotic and cool when he's feeling stressed or upset. When the stress and negative emotions get to be too much, there is no "carrying himself". He falls apart completely like we've seen in the most recent chapters. He usually tries his best to fall apart in private, never in front of an enemy.

Phichit is interesting... I think it would be helpful to define upset.

I think it's really hard to "upset" Phichit. In one of the most recent chapters, he was being choked out and still managed to tease the person doing it. I think it is possible to get him angry, of course, but we're simply not there yet in this fic. I think the closest he got to being angry was when the doctor was talking about how human life is inconsequential. Phichit becomes tight lipped, short and flippant. The responses he does give are hot-headed. (I'm trying not to potentially give spoilers).

When it comes to the sad version of "upset" I think he instinctively pushes through it, just not the way Yuuri does. Yuuri becomes a robot. Phichit will smile and laugh through tears. We're approaching spoilery territory, so I'll leave it there.

20. formal wear

For Yuuri, it depends because he's just bad at picking out his own clothes sometimes... but somehow, he's good at assuming an identity that is necessary for an assignment. Like, if he needed to blend into a ballroom setting to target someone, he'd pick a simple and elegant tux, no problem. But if he's personally invited to a BEAUTIFUL MAN'S BIRTHDAY PARTY he get's a wee bit confused??? I think he goes "Hmmm... what does Yuuri wear to a formal event? A sweater is nice, I guess? Yuuri likes to be warm..." So I guess his formal wear depends on whether or not someone saves him from himself. Slacks, a button down shirt, and nice shoes are the standard but anything outside of that gets a wittle funky if he's left to his own devices. Just bad tie choices. Ill-fitting jackets. Over large sweaters. That. He's just over thinking it when it comes to formal wear.

Phichit on the other hand always understands the assignment. He understands it well enough that, if he's going out with Yuuri, he'll make sure his buddy looks hot too. He usually goes for a nice, embroidered jacket because his style is very festive, fancy, and cheerful. He'll rotate between the traditional slacks/jacket combo and a combination that's a little less traditional like shorts or even a skirt depending on the occassion?? <333 Of course, his makeup game will be on point, from contour to cat-eyes. He likes to wear a pair of shades too because he likes to make a dramatic entrance.

22. hot weather outfit

I really like the official art of Yuuri in casual clothes so I think my Yuuri's hot weather outfit is similar to their style: cute and comfy. Jeans or shorts, a t-shirt. Very simple and safe but adorable on Mr. Katsuki nonetheless.

I also like Phichit's official art backwards caps and big jackets. I think in hot weather, he's got similar style to Yuuri plus a cap, but he tends to be a bit more adventurous. More shorts, more crop tops, more leggings and extra long tees.

[trashyswitch]

Horror Movies on Valentine's Day

Thomas is celebrating Valentine's Day with all the sides individually before the 14th actually comes around. Today is his 'date night' with Virgil and as it turns out: horror movies have become the new romantic genre!

This prompt was put together during a roleplay with Pumpkinpaw. With her permission, I could create (and edit the hell out of) this fanfic! I hope you enjoy the fanfic, Lu!

And Happy Valentine's Day to all my friends, online friends, and followers on AO3 and Tumblr! I know there are some people who don't like Valentine's Day because it's turned into a money grab and expectation creator, but hey: the whole holiday started out in Rome and included sacrificing 2 men named Valentine. This happened a few times during the third century! 

Sooooooo: Fuck off love! (THIS IS A JOKE!)

Thomas had been trying to hang out with all the sides as Valentine's Day showed up. He often tried to save the Valentine’s family/friends stuff on actual Valentine’s day, and would celebrate with the sides before the day. He adored them and wanted to show his appreciation for all the parts of him that made him Thomas Sanders.

He had started out with Patton because he had known him the longest. He made Valentine’s crafts and cards with the Dad, and had a snuggle party with all of Patton’s stuffed animals! They even made little palm-sized heart pillows! They were so cute and a couple of them ended up with googly eyes and pink lipstick!

For Logan, Thomas had put together some board games to play and shared a cup of red wine with him. Logan often liked simple and enjoyable, so Thomas offered that to him. He also...may or may not have drawn little hearts and cheesy messages on Logan’s face by the time he fell asleep from the wine...

When he moved onto Roman, Thomas threw a red-themed Valentine’s Day fiesca for him. Roman happily enjoyed the endless chocolate bits, the cute little edible hearts and absolutely loved the roses he received for Valentines day. “I no longer feel single this Valentine’s Day!” Roman had reacted, crying a tear or two.

Now, it was Virgil’s turn. He didn’t really know what exactly to do because of his ‘darker’ aesthetic. But, he knew Virgil would help him figure out what they could do together. Thomas called him and had him summoned in front of him.

Virgil stumbled a little as he was summoned. “Oh- Jeez! Warn a dude, Thomas!” Virgil reacted, thrown a little off guard by the sudden change of scenery.

Thomas bit his lip in both guilt yet amusement. “Hi Virgil. Sorry about that.” Thomas replied, waving.

Virgil adjusted his sweater and moved his bangs back into his eyes. “‘Sup Thomas. Whatddya need?” He asked.

Thomas chuckled and handed him a card that said ‘Valentine I’m batty for you’ with a cute bat and a few black and purple hearts below it. Virgil smiled a little at the gesture. “Thanks Thomas. You didn’t have to.”

Thomas laughed at that. “I wanted to! I wanted to hang out with you!” Thomas told him.

Virgil raised his eyebrows. “Say what now?”

Thomas giggled. “I want to hang out with you.” Thomas repeated.

Virgil looked around a little and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright.”

Virgil took his invite, but his eyes said something a little different.

“You okay?” Thomas asked.

Virgil bit his lip and looked away. “Why the hell do you wanna hang out with me of all people?” Virgil asked.

Thomas’s face softened as he opened his arms to him. Virgil reluctantly took the hug, and grew surprised when he felt Thomas sit him down. “Because I’m celebrating Valentine’s day with all the sides!” Thomas replied.

Virgil lifted an eyebrow. “But...Why me? Anxiety? Hello?” Virgil asked, a little more bluntly. “Why not Patton?”

Thomas smiled at that. “Cause I’m in the mood to hang out with you!” Thomas replied. “And I already hung out with Patton recently.”

Virgil blinked in surprise. “Uh…okay…”

Virgil shifted in his seat, not sure what he had planned. “So...What do you wanna...y’know...do?” he asked.

Thomas shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea. What do you do on Valentines day?” Thomas asked.

Virgil scoffed and smiled. “Horror movies are usually my go-to.” He admitted.

Now it was Thomas’s turn to be surprised. “Really? You watch horror movies?” Thomas reacted.

Virgil smirked and snickered. “I watch them all the time.” Virgil replied.

Thomas bit his lip. “I...but you’re…”

“I’m fight or flight? Yeah, funnily enough: I don’t get spooked easily.” Virgil added.

Thomas widened his eyes and clapped his hands. “Alright! Let’s watch a horror movie!” Thomas replied, turning on the TV. “Any specific horror movies you wanna watch?” he asked.

Virgil shrugged his shoulders. “It doesn’t really matter.”

Thomas soon came up with ‘The Silence of the Lambs’.

Virgil laughed when Thomas considered that one. “Do I look like a Remus to you?” He asked.

“No, but I do know you like cult classics. And this is as classic as it gets.” Thomas replied. “And: it was released on February 14th.” He added.

Virgil looked at the screen with a confused and surprised face. “Why was that the release date option for this thriller movie?” Virgil asked.

“Maybe we can watch and find out ourselves?” Thomas offered.

Virgil chuckled. “Oh BoY! I cAn’T wAiT!” Virgil declared in his best Remus impression. Thomas bursted out laughing at that. “Oh! I have an idea.” Virgil added suddenly. Thomas slowly stopped laughing and looked at him. “Let’s turn this into a game. First person to get scared gets tickled for an hour.” Virgil suggested.

Thomas raised his eyebrows. “Really?! Where the heck did that come from?!” Thomas asked.

Virgil froze up a little and bit his lip. “Remus and I used to play it.” Virgil admitted. “It was a challenge option that suited both of us, and we would make challenges based on the movies.” Virgil explained.

Thomas smiled and poked his side. Virgil jumped and shot him a warning look with a smirk. “The movie hasn’t started yet! That’s cheating!” Virgil yelled at him.

Thomas threw his hands up. “Fine, fine! Okay.” Thomas turned on the movie.

“Good luck.” Virgil purred in a teasy, smug voice.

Thomas smirked. “Good luck to you too.” He replied. Virgil gave Thomas a push as the production logos finished playing.

The movie started off with Clarice training and running in the woods. The movie moved right along to Clarice getting the case all the way to her seeing the information about Dr. Hannibal Lector and meeting him. The meeting was mostly quiet and as a result, it had been turned up quite loudly to catch the dialogue.

Partway through their first meeting, Clarice calmly throws a comeback to Dr. Lector’s personal and over specific observations about Clarice. Virgil smiled at Clarice’s intelligence. The feeling of satisfaction filled him as he looked away for only a minute, before the sound of something screeching made him jump and look back over.

The screeching was only a desk. A bloody desk. The movie had been so quiet until then.

Thomas laughed at this and started wiggling his fingers menacingly. “60 minutes of tickles is a gooooo!” He declared excitedly.

Virgil yelped and leaned back. “N-No! Nah! I-I wasn’t ready!-”

Thomas giggled and brought his fingers closer and closer to Virgil. “No one’s eeeever ready for jumpscares…” Thomas reminded him slyly.

Virgil bit his lip as a wobbly grin appeared on his face.

“Hey Alexa! Set a timer for 60 minutes!” Thomas yelled to the Alexa in the kitchen.

Virgil widened his eyes and punched his arm lightly. “You ass!”

[Setting a timer for 60 minutes.] Alexa replied.

Thomas immediately started tickling his sides and ribs first. Virgil grunted and bucked his hips, refusing to give him what he wanted without a fight. Thomas snickered at his determination. “I should’ve known the ticklish emo would hide his giggles.” Thomas said with a sly voice. “Am I gonna have to work to get any laughter out of you?” He asked as well.

Virgil glared at him, pushing Thomas’s shoulders while he fought. In response: Thomas grabbed his wrist sleeves in one hand, and pinned them a couple feet above Virgil’s own belly.

Virgil fought to pull his wrists away. “You won’t get me laughing.” Virgil angrily vowed, struggling to pull his sweater sleeves out of Thomas’s hand.

Thomas giggled at that, and took a mental note of the unzipped sweater. “There there, we’ll see about that!” Thomas dug his fingers into the open armpit. “A tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle!” Thomas teased as he moved his hand down to his upper ribs.

Virgil blushed a bright red from the teasing alone, and bit his lip hard as he writhed under the man.

Next, Thomas moved his hands to his belly and started drumming and squishing it. “Look at dis wittle bewwyyyy! It’s so squooshy and adorable!” Thomas teased even further in a baby voice.

By now, the teasing and tickling was starting to get to him. Virgil had started letting out a few little giggles here and there. “Shuhut uhup!” Virgil shot back.

Thomas gasped excitedly. “Was that a giggle I heard?” Thomas teased, still treating Virgil like a little kid.

Virgil just growled at that. “F-Fuck off.”

Thomas just continued to tickle him, going higher and higher pitched to baby him even more. “Was that a giggle I heard?” Thomas moved his hand to his side and started squeezing. “Was that a giggle giggle giggle I heard?” Thomas teased with his face closer to Virgil’s. Virgil clenched his teeth and started slightly tittering as his lips stretched and loosened. “I think it was!” Thomas answered his own question.

Virgil’s throat was letting out little titters and giggles while his lips were working against him and creating a smile despite his attempts to stop it. “Sh-Shuhut uhup! Ahass!” Virgil shot back hollowly while kicking and bucking to get Thomas off of him.

Thomas giggled and took another look at the unzipped sweater. The reality of the situation was that Virgil could easily get out of there. He could easily slip his hands out and run away without his jacket. So Virgil was either super connected to his jacket, or Virgil didn’t want to escape!

“Hey Virgil?” Thomas asked.

“Whahahat?” He responded.

“Do you like being tickled?” he asked him.

Virgil scoffed at that. “Whahat gahave yohohou thahat idehea?” Virgil shot back with a deepening red blush.

Thomas smirked and leaned in. “Don’t make me do it…” He warned. “Dooon’t make me do the raspberry thing!” Thomas warned, leaning closer and closer with a big smirk on his face.

Virgil glared defiantly at him. But...there was the slightest smirk on his face that told him everything: “Fuck. Off.”

Thomas smiled as he listened to that reply, and blew a BIG raspberry on Virgil’s covered belly. Virgil threw his head back and SCREAMED!

Thomas bursted out laughing at him as he lifted his head away from his belly. “Here lies Virgil Sanders. A beloved person with a blunt yet secretly caring attitude towards life. May his soul and cohohonfidehehence-” Thomas had to pause to let himself laugh at his own stupid joke, “Rehest in peheheace.”

Virgil punched Thomas in the arm with his ‘bound’ arm lightly. “Shuhuhut the fuhuhuck up!” He yelled back at him.

Thomas smiled in pure amusement as he resumed tickling his side. The man leaned in again and blew another belly raspberry on his ticklish victim.

Virgil started squealing and kicking as his laughter finally broke free from his lungs. “FAAAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!”

Thomas gasped excitedly and threw his fist in the air! “YES! I DID IT!” he shouted before returning back to tickling. Virgil just hissed through his laughter and shook his head.

Thomas quickly started tickling up and down his ribs and sides. He wanted to get as much laughter as he could out of Virgil, before the hour ended and the movie resumed.

Virgil threw his head back as he laughed harder, while squirming and shaking his body back and forth.

“Listen to his laughter! You can surely tell he’s experiencing heaven!” Thomas declared proudly.

Virgil glared right at Thomas again, kicking his legs uselessly behind Thomas.

Thomas took this as evidence to the truth. “Or maybe, this IS his heaven!” Thomas offered. “Is getting tickled by your main Sanders your ultimate choice of heaven?” Thomas teased.

Virgil’s face was bright and shaded with blush from forehead to collar bones. “I HAHAHATE YOHOHOHOU!” He shouted back.

Thomas sent Virgil a fake pity face. “Awww, I don’t think you hate me that much, do you?” Thomas asked, before giving Virgil’s belly button a poke.

Finally, Virgil pushed against him and tried sitting up. “Yehehehes!”

But Thomas gasped in hurt and offense. “How DARE you!” He reacted. “That hurts my poor, weakened heart! How dare you say such nasty things!” Thomas reacted dramatically, almost replicating a Roman move.

Virgil completely paled at his expression and immediately tried scrambling off the couch. But Thomas was fast! The man wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist and pulled him right back into his ticklish demise. This time: in his lap.

“Screw you dude!” Virgil shot at him.

“The hour isn’t up yet, Virgil!” Thomas reminded him.

“I don’t care!” Virgil argued, squealing as Thomas was already getting back to work.

Thomas wrapped one arm around Virgil’s waist and used the other hand to squeeze and dig into Virgil’s hip. Virgil threw his head back against Thomas’s shoulder and laughed his heart out. This made Thomas smile happily. Listening to Virgil’s laugh was like a treat to anyone. So Thomas made it a point to listen to it without his own teasing drowning out the pretty sound.

Virgil continued to push against him, but his force had lessened quite dramatically from earlier. As an ending finale, Thomas made his other arm join around Virgil’s waist and blew a raspberry into his neck.

Thomas was expecting a loud scream, a burst of cackles or a snort of some sort!

But all he got was a short giggle fit. Though it was a lackluster finale, Thomas still applauded the sound of Virgil’s giggles.

Thomas lifted his head back up and noticed there was STILL no alarm going off to indicate the end of the timer. So, he decided to ask. “Het Alexa! How much time is left?” He asked.

[There is 10 minutes left on the timer. Would you like to stop it, Gay Lord?] Alexa asked.

Virgil wheezed at the unexpected nickname. THAT WAS THE ALEXA’S NICKNAME FOR THOMAS?! IT WAS PERFECT!

“GAHAHAHAY LOHOHOHORD!”

Thomas snickered at that too. “Ihi forgot I set that as my nickname!” he admitted.

Virgil snorted at that and continued to laugh hysterically at the nickname.

Yehehehes, stop the tihimer!” Thomas replied to Alexa.

[............You will need to connect to the internet first-]

Thomas leaned forward and bursted out laughing at that, while Virgil shook his head. “FUHUCK YOU, ALEXA!” Thomas yelled at the AI.

[But...But…]

Virgil leaned his head back against Thomas’s chest and laughed himself to tears. Virgil’s entire body was shaking and spasming from how hard he was laughing. Thomas was also just allowing himself to die of laughter. As it would turn out, the tickling he got from Thomas was nothing compared to Alexa’s stupidity! Alexa’s stupidity seemed to make him laugh even more!

Well, make that both of them.

Thomas soon stopped laughing and patted Virgil’s back to help him get it out so he could breath. Virgil had been tickled AND thrown into more fits of laughter after. So he was in more dire need of breath now than before.

Virgil eventually stopped laughing and was left with heavy panting. “Ahahaha...oh...oh my gosh…” Virgil tried to speak. “I...I’ll admit...I…” Virgil was starting to confess something to him.

Thomas allowed him time to get his words out and rested his head on the back of the couch. Thomas took the time to stop the movie that was still playing while they had the tickle fight.

Virgil bit his lip. “I...had a lot of fun…” He finally got out.

Thomas smiled genuinely at that. “Yeah?”

Virgil turned to look at Thomas behind him, and nodded. “Yeah.”

Thomas hugged Virgil from behind and rested his chin on his shoulder. But Virgil turned himself around and gave Thomas a tight hug. Virgil’s eyeshadow had turned a purple color from the love and affection he was getting. But there was still one more thing he wanted to tell Thomas.

“Thomas?” Virgil called.

Thomas tilted his head. “Yes?”

Virgil purred. “Uh...I uh…” He closed his eyes. “I love you.”

Thomas smiled and gently fluffed his hair. “I love you too Virgil!” Thomas replied.

Virgil cuddled up against Thomas and allowed him to play with his hair more. Virgil started to purr and melt into the touch he was being given. Before they knew it, both the boys had fallen asleep.

Later on, Roman had walked out of the room and noticed the two cuddlers. He giggled and took a picture before sending it to the others. After that, Roman draped a blanket on top of them and sat down on the other side of the couch.

Logan: [I’m delighted to see Thomas and Virgil spending time together.]

Janus: [This is totally not the cutest thing I’ve seen in ages.]

Roman laughed at Janus’s reaction and replied: [I know, right?!]

Remus: [Awww! Cuties! 💚💚]

Patton: [Look at my two adorable kiddos cuddling!! 💖😻 I set it as my lock screen!]

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The one I remembered

Summary:

you were the only ex Chris remembers. And he misses you. He always thinks about you, hoping you were doing the same. What happens when he sees you again?

Warning: fluff, angst

Title: the one I remembered

Word count: 2.9k

Pairing: Chris Evans x childhood ex

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You loved Chris deeply when you were dating when you were 16 and 17. And you still love him to this day. You and Chris were young and didn't understand the relationship at all. You both worked it out the best you could, but when Chris was ready to start his career, he broke up with you. 

There were no hard feelings between the two of you. You both stayed in touch for a few months after, but soon lost connection after you left Boston for work yourself. 

Now 20 years later, you were an interior realtor and back in Boston.  There were times when you thought about Chris when you saw him in movies or on your TV. You try your best to get him off your mind, you really did.

-♥-

It was around 8am when you woke up to your dog, Monty jumping on you. Groaning, you opened your eyes slightly to see your blue staffy.

"Oh Monty." You groaned out again. He began to jump up and down on the bed again making sure you were up.

"Okay Monty I'm aware you want to go on a walk buddy, just hold on. We're going to go." You breathed out as you laid back against your pillow. Monty probably understood you as he whimpered out before laying beside you, letting you get your day started.

Unknowingly Chris a few blocks away was standing in his kitchen, drinking his morning coffee. Dodger was right beside him wagging his tail, as he pawed at Chris's leg because he wanted something.

Chris looked down at the big brown eyed dog, laughing. 

"What is bubba?" 

Dodger ran towards the front door and Chris followed. Beside the door was his leash. Dodger turned around, looking up at him. Chris knew actually what he wanted. "Oh you want to go to the park?"

Dodger tail began to wag at his favorite word park. Chris laughed, taking the leash of the hook. "Okay, let's go for a walk."

-♥-

You got up out of bed and changed out of your jammies. Less than 10 minutes later, you were out of the door with Monty on his leash, ready for your morning walk. 

You were thinking you were going to stop at the park and maybe let Monty play at the dog park, but for now you weren't sure. 

Began to walk, you looked around the neighborhood seeing your elderly neighbors working on their garden. They saw you and waved like they always did. You smiled and waved back at them before continuing your adventure.

Chris was halfway down the street with Dodger. Dodge was smelling all the flowers and was tugging on the leash so he could try to get the squirrels. Chris laughed, keeping the puppy in front of himself. 

"Come on dodger," he shouted. "Work with me bubba."

At the same time you were walking down the same street, on the same sidewalk with Monty. As soon as the staffy saw the dodger, he charged excitedly to meet the dog.

The tug caught you off guard making you yelp as you accidentally let go of his leash. "Monty!" You started to chase after him. Your yelling caught Chris's attention. He saw Monty running towards him and Dodger and you jogging behind him.

He quickly grabbed Monty's leash before he could get any further, even though he was really only wanting to see Dodger.

You quickly ran up to Chris, panting. "Thank you. He's a pain in the butt." You laughed through your breathing trying to make light of the moment. 

Chris was about to say something but he was cut off when he noticed you. He's heart skipped a beat.

"Y/n!?"

You looked up at the familiar boston accent. Your mouth feels opened as you spit his name out. "Oh my gosh, Chris?" 

Chris smiled at you, nodding. "Yeah, it's me." You smiled back at him. "H-how are you?" You asked, shocked that you were even seeing him. It felt like a dream. 

"I'm good." 

The both of you stood in silence before Chris spoke. "I… can I hug you?" He asked, looking at you with an adorable little smile. You nodded, "I'll love that." 

Chris walked around the two dogs to pull you into a deep hug. The scent of fresh pine filling your nose reminds you of the past. Chris nose pressed into your neck, he was still smiling. He just couldn't believe it was you. 

Eventually you had to pull away from him. Chris looked at you with a smirk. "Ah it's been a while since I saw you. 20 years." You sucked in your breath. "Yes, 20 years." You chuckled softly, looking down at the ground. You weren't sure what to do or say at this moment.

Chris took in the sight of you. You looked the same as you did when you were younger. Your eyes still sparkled the same way when you smiled. Your beautiful features were the same, and your laugh still made his legs feel like Jell-O.

"So um you live around here?" Chris said, speaking up. You looked up at him. "Uh yeah." You nodded. "I live down the street. Just a few houses down." You pointed behind you as you looked at Chris. 

Chris nodded, "yeah well I live a few houses the other way. Pretty crazy how we live near each other as we did when we were younger." Your eyes widen at the memories. 

"Hey I was wondering if you wanted to go out to lunch or something?" Chris asked. You knew he was nervous at how his lip rolled in between his teeth. That hasn't changed since you both were younger.

"How dinner? I have to go to work and I really have a lot. So if you're fine with 8: 30 then we can do 8:30 but you don't have to, but you know…"  You trailed off as you noticed you were about to ramble. Chris smiled at you making your face heat up. 

"I'll love too. We can meet at the diner down the street, what do you say?" You nodded quickly, almost too quick, making you shyly tear your eyes from Chris. 

"Sounds nice." You and Chris said goodbye and began to get your pups so you can take them home and see each other later. You swore you heard Chris mutter you were so beautiful, but your mind could have been playing tricks on you.

-♥-

After a long shift, you were finally home. Chris was on your mind the whole time. You thought you wouldn't get through the day like that, but you somehow did.

Entering your house, you were greeted by a happy Monty. You smiled and kneeled down, giving the pup a scratch and a kiss. "Hi Monty. Mommy has to go get ready okay." Monty giving you a few more licks before you stood up, racing up stairs.

After about 10 minutes in the shower, you got out and wrapped your towel around your wet body. You walked out of the bathroom into your bedroom. Going straight to the closet, you searched for an outfit that wasn't too much, but something that looked good.

After about 5 minutes you decided on a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt. You slipped that on and then went to do your hair and some light makeup. 

Once you got yourself ready you went downstairs. Monty who was sitting on the couch, jumped down and began to walk over to you. You kneeled down to your baby, chuckling as you scratched his cute wittle face.

"Well buddy I guess Mama is going out on a date, I don't know if it's a date but I'm going out on a date with Chris. you know, the guy I used to date, but we broke up because he had work. Isn't that exciting?"

Monty looked at you confused as can be. He didn't understand you but you know he was happy for you.

"Ok well I should get going now. I'll see you a little later Monty." You waved goodbye to him as you opened the front door. "Wish me luck bud." With that you walked out of the house.

Chris was just walking out of the house as he got ready. He decided to wear some trousers and a button up shirt. It was his normal style, but he didn't care.

 He took the sun glasses in his hand and put them on his face. He smiled as he walked to his car and got in. Shutting the door, he turned and put the key in the ignition. The engine roared as the car started. Chris exhaled before backing out of his driveway, on his way to the diner.

-♥-

You've been sitting in a booth in the back of the diner for about 5 minutes. Every time you heard the door open, you would look up hoping to see Chris, but it wasn't him.

After about 15 minutes of doing that, you saw Chris. You smiled when his eyes met yours. Chris walked over to you. "Hi." 

He sat across from you with a sigh. "So how was work?" He looked over at you as he asked you that question. "Well I'm,it was pretty okay I guess. I'm very happy it's over now." You said.

Chris chuckled, "yeah."

You and Chris  eventually ordered and kept making conversation. You both talked about your careers and how your lives have been since you were younger. 

Chris found out you've only had 3 partners since him. you've been in Boston for a while now and Chris was just now figuring it out. He told you a lot of things you already knew, but you listened anyway.

By around 9:45 you both were done and the check finally came. You were quick to pay, but Chris snatched it off the table before you could put your money on it. 

"You know I'm not letting you pay." You shook your head and laughed. He still hasn't changed since you were younger. 

After Chris paid you, both walked out of the diner. You underestimated the temperature and when you walked out the brisk air hit you. Chris saw you shivering and he instantly pulled off his Jacket. He draped it over your shoulders, so you wouldn't get any colder. Turning to him, you smiled. "Thanks Evans."

Chris smiled as his hand rested on your back as you walked to your car. No problem." You finally reached your car. You opened your door and got in. When you got all the way in, Chris shutted the door before leaning down to the window.

 Hey um where do you live? Maybe dodger and Monty can have a play date sometime." 

"Oh um I live (random address). You can come over whenever you like. I'm free tomorrow." You said. Chris nodded. "Okay, I'll see you later then. It was nice spending time with you y/n." You smiled at him. "It was nice spending time with you too Chris. Bye."

With that, you pulled out of the parking lot. Chris watched as your car vanished from his vision. He smiled as he tucked his hand in his pants pocket. He wanted to tell you he still loves you, but should he tell you so soon.

Chris walked to his car and got in. His mind and heart was telling him to do the unthinkable and he was really thinking he should do it, but he kept telling himself don't. Chris pulled out of the diner lot and began to make his way down the road to his house. 

He shook his head as he passed your house. His heart was controlling him as he pulled into the front of your house. He turned off his car and got out, walking up the steps to the front door. His knuckles pressed against the door as he knocked.

Inside, you were sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in your hand, a sweater and panties on, and clean makeup Free face. You heard a knock on the door and you frowned as you sat your wine down, getting up. Walking to the door, you opened it slightly, looking out at who was on the other side. When you saw it was Chris, you smiled and relaxed. 

"Oh hi Chris is there something wrong?" 

Chris looked at you. "Um there's two things." You opened the door wider as you nodded, Chris walked in, turning to you. "One thing is you have my coat." You gasped, turning to the coat rack behind you. "Uh here you are." You handed it to him and smiled. " So number two?"

Chris walked closer to you. He hesitated, as he placed his hand under your chin. You looked up at him, Chris didn't know it, but butterflies were taking over your stomach. "And number two is this." Chris leaned down and placed his lips on yours. 

You moaned softly as his lips touched yours. Chris began to cup your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. Your arms snaked around his waist, pulling at his shirt. Chris pulled away from your lips as you began to unbutton his shirt. "I've been wanting to kiss you ever since I left 20 years ago. He kissed you again, his tongue teasing you slightly before he pulled away. You pushed his shirt off his shoulder. Chris then pulled your sweater off. You didn't have a bra on and Chris looked down at your body with pure lush. "So fucking beautiful." He said. He kissed you again, but this kiss wasn't like the first one. It was more intense than the first, his tongue was in your mouth, he could taste the wine on your tongue.

You laughed as Chris began to stumble across your foyer. "Where is your bedroom?" He mumbled against your lips. You took his hand, "this was." 

Chris followed you until you reached your bedroom. You shutted the door before you pushed Chris against the bed. He chuckled as you straddled him. 

"I should be o-"

You cut him off with a kiss. Your wet panties grinded against Chris's rough trousers.  Chris gripped your hips, his left hand coming down on your ass check. You yelped, pulling away from Chris's lips.

"I just want to ride you Chris." You mumbled. Chris smiled. "Ride me sweetheart." He said in the deepest voice ever. You shivered at it and pulled back. Your hands slid down his chest until they reached his pants. You unzipped them and pushed them down.

You can see Chris bulge through his boxers and you beamed. You pulled them down and his cock slapped against his lower stomach. You took him in your small hands and began to stroke him. Chris moaned softly, looking at you. "Feel so good sweetheart." 

You hummed, "yeah. Let's see how good you feel inside of me." You pulled your panties to the side before pushing Chris's tip into you. 

Inch by inch you felt him stretch your walls. You and Chris moaned softly, as you slowly rocked your hips. He moved so well in your wet pussy, it was almost like he was made just for you. 

"Oh Chris you feel so good." Your eyes were shut as you began to speed up. Chris gripped your hips hard as you took him. He was in literal heaven, loving the way you squeezed him. 

He moaned. "Fuck sweetheart, if you keep squeezing me like that I'm going to cum." You looked down at him under you. "Well your so fucking big, I can't help it."

Chris laughed dryly. "Far enough."

He let go of your hips and placed his hands on your clit. He started drawing lazy circles on it and it made you whine out as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. 

"Fuck." 

Without a second to spare, you came. Not even a few seconds later, Chris was cuming in you. You fell against his chest as you moaned uncontrollably. Chris wrapped his arms around you as you both rode out your high. 

When both of your breathing slowed down, you sat up and looked at Chris. "Wow." You said. Chris laughed. "Pretty nice huh?" You laughed, taking his cock out of you. "Pretty amazing."

You laid yourself beside him with a sigh. "I can't believe we're here. I never thought I would see you again after you left." 

Chris turned to you, "yeah me too. I regret breaking up with you, but hey this is the future and we're here together that's all that matters."

He kissed you on the check softly making you smile. 

"Ok, I should get home to dodger. He probably misses me." Chris got up and picked his boxers off the floor.  You sat up, pressing your back against the headboard. "Yeah. I'll miss you too but I can manage." Chris shook his head at you. "You're adorable."

He zipped up his pants and looked at you. "I guess my shirt is your foyer, I'll get it when I leave." Chris walked over to you. "I'll see you later, I promise." You nodded before Chris kissed you. 

After making out for a few seconds he pulled away. He walked to the door and opened it up.

"Oh Monty." 

You saw Monty standing on the other side, he probably thought you were going to bed. 

"Do you think he heard us?" Chris asked you. Your eyes widened at the thought of your son hearing you and Chris. "Oh gosh I hope not."

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

This took forever. I'm sorry. It's not the best and it's not proofread. Lots of mistakes.

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Hello Lilly my beloved!/p

I had one cute idea so I present my bratty and completely self indulgent request:

The band finds Aurora as a real living (fire) breathing dragon and somehow have to figure out how to look after her. Ft. Alex freaking out because FIRE and there is NO INSTRUCTION MANUAL

ty for indulging me 💜/p

I hope you enjoy, Angie, my love! I had fun playing around with your girl :)

read on ao3 here!

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“Okay, before you get mad—” Luke begins, and Alex doesn’t let him finish his sentence before he’s jumping up from behind his drum kit with a strangled yelp.

“Luke!” He stares, frozen and wide-eyed, at the bundle of blue scales and claws clutched in Luke’s arms like a baby doll. Luke’s grinning sheepishly, and behind him, Reggie hovers in the studio doorway, practically vibrating with excitement. But Alex barely notices their expressions, too distracted by the claw marks on Luke’s bare arms, the singed and smoking cuffs of Reggie’s flannel sleeves, and the thing they’ve just brought into Sunset Curve’s sacred space. “What in the name of God, John Bonham, and sanity is that thing?”

“Her name’s Aurora!” Reggie pipes up from across the studio. “Cause she eats bad dreams, like Sleeping Beauty!”

“In my defense, Reg thought she was a puppy.” Luke frowns over his shoulder at Reggie. “And apparently is vastly mistaken about the plot of Sleeping Beauty.”

Reggie shrugs, unconcerned. Alex shakes with poorly restrained panic.

“That is not a puppy, ” he sputters, waving a hand at the creature, and then pulls it back with a shout as the thing raises its head and blinks at him with intelligent black eyes. “It’s a… it’s a lizard or something.”

“She’s a dragon,” Reggie corrects, coming forward now that his sleeves have stopped smoking. He reaches around Luke to scratch the underside of the creature’s chin, and his voice adopts a baby-talk tone. “Aren’t you, Aurora? Aren’t you just the cutest wittle dragon in the world?”

“Dragons… uh, dragons aren’t real, Reg,” Alex manages weakly.

As if just to prove him wrong, Aurora coughs up a ball of orange sparks and promptly sets Reggie’s jacket back on fire.

Alex’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and his knees buckle. He’s unconscious before he hits the floor.

***

When Alex comes to, he sees he’s been moved to the couch, a blanket tucked kindly around his shoulders and a pillow placed beneath his head. And then he sees Luke and Reggie have turned his bass drum into an impromptu dragon bed, and he almost faints again.

He does the most sensible thing he can think of. He calls Bobby.

“It’s his studio!” he insists when Luke and Reggie protest, both of them jumping in circles around him to try—unsuccessfully, he might add—to grab the cordless phone out of Alex’s hand. “He at least deserves to know you’ve turned it over to a monster!”

“She’s not a monster!” Reggie squawks. “She’s a baby!”

“A fire-breathing baby monster! ”

“Come on, man, don’t call Bobby,” Luke whines, stretching up on his tiptoes for the phone. “He’s at work, he’s gonna be mad!”

Alex scoffs. “You think he’ll be any less mad if he comes home to half his stuff on fire?”

“Okay, so the house training is a work in progress,” Luke admits, slumping onto flat feet again. “But so far, she’s only burned Reggie!”

“And I see that as an act of love,” Reggie promises.

The dragon pads off of Alex’s drum and onto the studio floor, like she can tell she’s being talked about and would like to be included in the conversation. Alex’s eyes go wider the closer she comes, and he hastily punches Bobby’s work number into the phone. Aurora finally comes to a stop at Alex’s feet and peers up at him, her mouth open in something that would probably be a pretty cute smile if he weren’t terrified of her teeth.

Alex makes a noise of strangled discomfort. Aurora flaps her bony wings and lifts off the ground, landing to nestle in Alex’s hair.

His scream echoes halfway down the block.

***

“Someone left a message for you,” Bobby’s boss tells him when he comes into the back office for his break.

“Oh?” Bobby frowns and wipes his greasy hands on a rag before hitting play on the clunky answering machine.

He flinches back as chaos explodes, centered around Alex shouting, “BOBBY YOU GOTTA COME HOME! DRAGON! FIRE! NO INSTRUCTION MANUAL!” followed by a guttural scream.

“Friend of yours?” his boss says.

“Nah,” Bobby decides. “Wrong number.”

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[sohin-ace]

Bucciarati - Drunk

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Gender Neutral reader peeps

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You barged into the hideout, slamming the door behind you as you could barely stand on your two feet.

You leaned over the wall, one hand searching anything to grab on and the other craddling your face as a sharp migraine hit you.

"U-uughh... Hmngh..." You groaned and panted, which grabbed the attention of the two males who were present and talking before you came in.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" Mista gasped as he noticed you stumbling clumsily into the living room. You didn't look good at all.

"What on Earth happened to you?" Bucciarati came in worriedly, opening his arms wide to catch you as you struggled to walk to him.

You eventually toppled over into his arms and gripped his shirt for support as you tried to stand up properly.

"B-bruno..." You mumbled and he stared at you in shock as the strong stench of alcohol hit his nose.

"Y/N, are you drunk?"

"A wittl-little bit..." You slurred, burying your face in his chest as your legs wanted to give up right under you.

"Why? I sent you undercover, why did you drink? Did you even get the information I asked?"

He had his hands secured on your arms, keeping you upstanding as he got a bit frustrated by the current state you were in. You were usually so efficient on missions and so serious about work, you better had a good excuse for this.

"Iss... The shtand uge-user...."

You patted and fondled messily with your pants pockets until you finally took out a folded piece of paper. You lifted your hand up, almost shoving the paper in your superior's face to offer it to him.

He squinted his eyes and took the paper, carefully reading the content. His expression relaxed as he sighed in relief upon seeing what you had written. All the confidential informations he needed was scribbled down by you prior to losing your mind. Mission was completed. Thank God.

At that very moment, you lost balance and collapsed on him, your legs giving up under you as you slid down his stiff body slowly.

"Yo Y/N's waaaasteed..." Mista gasped before he snorted, throwing his soda can in the trash without a care in the world. "I'm going to sleep, have fun, capo."

The gunman, although yearning to see you all drunken and weird and maybe get some good juicy embarassing stories to bring up and mess you with later, still fled the scene with a snicker, leaving the elder have that pleasure for himself.

Bucciarati on the other hand, felt utterly betrayed as he was left to deal with you all alone. Oh Mista would pay for this. But that's a story for another time. Right now, Bucciarati had other things to attend to.

You couldn't even keep your head up as you blindly gripped at Bucciarati's legs and hips, trying to climb him back up like a tree.

He tensed up and flinched when you leaned your face against his crotch for desperate support, trying to get on your now wobbly knees.

Quickly, and in a moment of brilliant improvisation, he opened a portal with Sticky Fingers right underneath you, which lead right through another one above him, making you fall down directly into his arms. A smooth move, truly. Expected from the one and only Bruno Bucciarati.

He couldn't help but sigh. Seems like he'd have to take care of you for the night, clearly you were in no state to even do the very basics of self-care. Not that he wasn't used to being caretaker anyways.

Bucciarati took a moment to look at you as he held you, his hands secured protectively around you.

Your face was unnaturally flushed red and your eyes were half-lidded, threatening to flutter close on your behalf. Your mouth was slightly agape as you breathed steadily through quiet snores, almost like you were already sleeping.

He couldn't deny that it was extremely cute in his eyes, this uncharacteristic sight of you. He smiled down with a quiet chuckle.

"You'll have to tell me what happened in the morning..." He muttered softly to you, craddling your body preciously against him.

"I like your face~" You brought your fingertips to his face and carefully touched him, flinching slightly at the airy contact, like a curious cat discovering a human for the very first time.

He huffed and you leaned your head up to rest your chin on his shoulder, throwing one arm lazily around his neck and the other on his cheek.

"Oh yeah you're almost as cute as Bruno Bu-hic!" You hiccuped and he bit back a laugh. "Bucci... Buccillati... Buttiarrati... Buchittity..." You mumbled messily against his shoulder, struggling to pronounce his name as he walked you both towards the stairs.

Oh he would definitely make fun of you for that as soon as you're sober. You better not try to mess with him in the future, he just has quite enough material to blackmail you now.

As his mindset was still waving on the thoughts of all the ways he could tease you, if you asked for it, he was certainly not, and could never be ready for your upcoming drunken shenanigans.

"Aahh~ I want to have rough sex with Bruno..." You moaned quietly and he stopped dead in his tracks, tensing up, a light gasp escaping his lips.

His heart jumped in his chest at your words and he gulped slightly, trying to look down at your hidden face.

Were you serious? No, surely it was the alcohol, toxin or whatever Stand user you went against had done to you... right?

"Ah! Don't tell Capo I said that!" You perked up very suddenly, realizing you just blurted your deepest secret out to what you currently thought was a perfect stranger.

But you relaxed back against him as fast as your panick fit came. He squeezed gently on your thighs and torso, right where he was holding you as if to give you validation, and regained his composure.

"I won't..." Bucciarrati reassured you softly as he arrived to your assigned room in the hideout.

He pushed open the, thankfully unlocked, door and gently placed you on the bed as you whined like a small child. He cared to take the time to remove your shoes, jacket, belt and any constraining piece of clothing and accessories off of you.

"Nooo don't do this! Where's Capoo I want capooo!" You complained and squirmed, your voice cracking slightly.

"I'm right here Y/N, it's me. Calm down." He sat down at the edge of the bed, sensing your sudden distress.

"Where is capo? Where is Bruno when I need him..." His expression fell when he noticed tears streaming down your face. "I don't want to die like you fratellino..."

His heart shattered. He couldn't help his widening eyes boring through yours. Were you seeing your brother through him right now? Did you really have to hallucinate in such an insufferable way?

He knew of your past and how your little brother had gruesomely died in front of your very eyes, you helpless to his cries for help and mercy. Bucciarati knew it was hard to live on with this memory, but he didn't know that it still haunted you so strongly to this day. And he sure would have loved to prevent said memory to resurface.

"Don't be scared, Y/N. I won't let you die..."

"Capo..." You whimpered quietly as you finally recognized his kind voice and he shushed you, brushing the back of his hand on your wet cheek.

"Go to sleep, I'm right next to you." And just like that, with the small confirmation that you were safe with him, you calmed down and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

He sighed heavily, not moving for a moment as he watched your peaceful expression.

You always were so strong and unfaltered, as if nothing could ever break you. You were such a piece of sunshine in Passione in his eyes, making sure everybody was always fine, that he was fine. So seeing you so weak and vulnerable in front of him really tore his heart.

He got up from his seat and went to grab a clean towel and some warm water. He cleaned you off of the blood, sweat, tears and alcohol, careful to not wake you up.

When he finished, he gently tucked you in the covers, brushing some hairs out of your face, taking the liberty to touch you. Surely you wouldn't have minded the gesture, he thought.

The next morning came and you walked groggily in to the living room, the cold shower you just took having no effect on waking you up.

"Hi Y/N!" Narancia muffled at your sight, a croissant halfway shoved into his mouth.

"You don't look so good." Giorno noticed as you took a seat at the table, joining the men who took notice of your, quite awful-looking, presence.

"Yeah..." You breathed, obviously tired. "I have the worst headache possible, yesterday's mission was just terrible..."

You craddled your painful head with one hand and served yourself some coffee with the other, in desperate need of some caffeine to relieve the pounding in your brain.

"Oh yeah! You came back home all wasted and messed up last night, what happened?" Mista shot up as he was feeding some biscuits to the Sex Pistols.

"The mission started off great, just some basic undercover at some grand ceremony, but right around the end of the party, that one Stand user spotted me and long story short, I had to down up the entire punch bowl all by myself to drown the Stand's effect and prevent the guy from jumping me. It was wild..."

You sighed and chugged your black coffee raw, no sugar, no creamer, no nothing, bland. Fugo made a face at you and Abbachio feigned concern.

"Poor child."

"You remember what happened when you got home?" Mista smirked, a deliciously evil idea suddenly running through his otherwise empty head.

"No... It's all blurry, I woke up in my bed, that's it..." You rubbed your eyes, not even slightly ready for what you were about to hear.

" 'Cause you and Bucciarati were loooouuud yesterday night!" Mista teased, pointing accusatingly at you and you stared at him in disbelief.

Giorno squinted suspiciously at his friend and Abbachio clicked his tongue with sheer annoyance. There we go again. Narancia could only lean over the table in anticipation, things getting just about the right amount of juicy.

"What?? What do you mean loud?!"

"Like..." Mista choked in an arrogant snicker. "You fell in his arms, and I went to my room, so far so good, but then I heard the noises."

"You're lying!" You tried to sound confident, but you were very much believing his words and getting more and more scared. "Wh-what kind of noises?"

Mista slowly slurped his tea while glancing at you sideways. "...well I shouldn't elaborate, there are children in this room."

"W-where is he now?!! Bucciarati!!" You turned fully to the gunslinger, your hands shaking, burning with the need to grab him and shake his brains out. No way he was truthing right now, he must be messing with you, you thought.

"He's probably still sleeping, you must have left him... Heh... restless." He snorted by the end of his sentence and Narancia roared at the sinful assumption.

"OOOOOOOHHHH!!!"

You gasped and grabbed his collar. "Dude I swear you're lying right now, you're lying! Bucciarati will lick your face that's how bad you're lying!!!"

"Can we not talk about this again, please?" Speak of the devil, Bucciarati came in and you all stared at him.

You checked him up and down anxiously for any signs of dishevelement that could have resulted from a potential 'wild' night Mista seemed to hint at.

But he looked perfectly fine, as he always was. Nothing strange or out of place to note. You bolted up so fast, you almost knocked your chair off.

"C-capo!!! I have a question!" You choked on your own spit from speaking too fast and the man chuckled, putting his hands on your tense shoulders.

"That can wait, Y/N. Go sit down and finish your breakfast. You have the day off, take it easy."

He then sat down next to Abbachio and started eating and you defeatedly got back to your seat. Mista, as well as the others pretended the conversation never even happened and rathered none of you ever bringing anything up.

And so you were left there, confused out of your mind, wondering if anything was even real and what was your life anymore.

You glanced over at the smiling gunman joking with Fugo.

Thanks a lot Mista.

Bonus:

"Hey Bucciarati?"

"Hm?"

"Did you... Like... Do the do with Y/N last night?"

The leader deadpanned at Mista while putting his newspaper down. What the hell was he babbling on again?

"...Really now?"

"I'm just asking! 'Cause you know, yesterday, you two were all alone and..." He trailed off, hinting at the obvious, at least for a dirty minded person. "Y/N was kinda like... Not even standing straight and shit..."

Bucciarati sighed heavily, already tired on his only peaceful day and got back to reading his newspaper.

"I'm not taking advantage of a drunken, non-consenting person, Guido, if that's what you were assuming."

"O-okay..." The gunman paused and looked forward for a moment. Not done with the conversation, he broke the silence again.

"But would you be mad if everyone thought you did it?" Bucciarati glared at Mista, wondering if he was serious. "...including Y/N?"

"...You're a dead man."

[exceptone]

@unblot​ : 9 from wittle bwother sebek     /     accepting.

“Man, fuck this weather,” Piper mutters, rubbing frigid fingers up and down her arms, chasing warmth.  It’s her own fault; she hadn’t looked at the weather this morning and, accordingly, hadn’t thought to grab a jacket.  Sebek, always mature and put - together (  like jean, she thinks with some unkindness  ) is not suffering the same way because he’s not an idiot like she is and had thought to dress appropriately, though his haughty derision has peeled away in the past few minutes as Piper’s actual discomfort, beyond their usual bitching, became apparent.  They’re built for summer and heat and open skies, not this shit.  The girl sneezes and curses and wishes it was warmer, and is so wrapped up in that misery that they don’t notice that the taller boy beside them is shedding a layer until that layer is being draped around their shoulders.

Piper starts, but it’s more and it’s wrong — jerking, eyes wider than they ought to be.  More than surprised but shocked or hurt, even, looking to him and not remembering to keep their expression from being vulnerable.  For a second, they look almost afraid, eyes wide and lips parted.

And then that expression folds and is rapidly replaced with a quirked brow and a sharp grin and a tilted head.  Her arms find the sleeves and she laughs dismissively and doesn’t allow herself to dwell for even a moment on this sort of kindness because she’s not going to cry, she’s NOT.  

She’s so good at it; at shutting down and not feeling and grinning mean and sharp.  It’s the first time she’s had to do it around Sebek, though.

“Awww, you’re so cute.  But I thought I was the big brother here, not you!”  They muss his (  very stiff  ) hair and laugh and try not to wonder if this means he loves her, try not to wonder if this means she has to ruin it, if this is another good thing that Piper’s not allowed.  “Don’t go thinking just ‘cause you’re taller than me that I’ll lay down and let you act all protective of me when it should be the other way around.”