#he was a lil TOO unbothered sometimes!!

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Daily fish fact #4 062 993

General fish fact!

Fish have gills maybe. Sometimes, I think? Uhh....

#fish #fishfact #fish facts #marine biology #biology #zoology #general fish fact

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Only 100 years old... he shouldve been at the blub :(

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Liveblogging my migration! ;)

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Swimming

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Swimming

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Swimming

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Found a fish! Ate it >:)

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Swimming

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Swimming!!!

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My sister and I bullied this humpback for a lil before our ma told us to stop. What a party pooper..

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Swimming and balancing a fish on my head B)

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Swimming

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Sorry forgot to update. Swimming!

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Swimming..... still swimming....

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Cod why did I think this was a good idea we're just swimming a dozen million miles and that's it

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So, um... what was that about the fish?

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"Hey, did you hear about the recent-"

No, I didn't. I'm literally so unbothered by fishcourse I couldn't care less. I'm just goin with the flow. Riding the waves. Chilling. Moisturised and in my lane. Do you think the moss on my back signifies anything other than my peaceful adn pacifist nature. I'm just a Guy

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OOOHHHH MY COD YOU FRYS!!! You have no idea holy carp holy carp theres this one atlantic salmon migrating at the same time as me,,,, says we're going to the same river,,, her sides are such a gorgeous rich chestnut colour and shes so large compared to me and her belly accentuates her curves and shape in the best way! Her scales are so shiny too? Shes practically glowing!!! UGH every time we swim next to each other i wish there was a small creek so that she'd be forced to swim over me and crush me with her whole body weight

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Horny on main again?

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Oh, when I post about MY crushes its suddenly soo strange and unusual? Sure mr. "where can i find a salmon who will bite me right". sure. It's literally the season!

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You cannot prove I said that.

#/hj #hush hush #lets just pretend neither of us said anything thanks ;))

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Felt bored. Doodled this.

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Ngl I really hate how barren fish representation actually is :( There's two types of fish ever. Fish and shark and sometimes ray. They always show generic fishes only, like nonspecific fishes with one or two primary colours plastered on the side. Where are the pipefishes? The anemonefishes? The anglerfishes? The damselfishes? The morays? The hogfishes? The groupers? The marlins, the tunas? Even the wrasses???? There are never any specific species, just red fish, blue fish, that's it!

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I would also like to bring up unflattering fishes. It's always reef fishes that get their spotlight to shine, but I've never even seen another stargazer portrayed in a good light on TV

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!!!! This is so true! There's so many of us who never get our chance to be seen anywhere and it makes me so sad :( No diversity at all in the casts of recent underwater movies.

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even the representation that does exist for specific fishes sucks. sharks like myself never see ourselves be shown as anything other than bloodthirsty killers :( we get generalised into a single stereotype of a big gray murderbeast

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Anemonefishes are underrepresented?? umm okay. so we're just gonna pretend like a clownfish didn't star in the single biggest fish movie of all time? Where the sharks are portrayed as nice people mind you so why are you even whining. okay. sure. cool. Really need more clownfish movies out there!!!!

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No need to be passive aggressive @among-the-seaweeds-deactivated. You say anemonefishes are oversaturated in the media? In that case, point me to the seemingly abundant movies where two-band anemonefishes are the main character? How about the ones with only Mauritian and orange-fin anemonefish leads? Red saddlebacks, tomato anemonefish, orange anemonefish, skunk anemonefish, wide-band anemonefish, I could go on. Just because one species of anemonefish, the clown anemonefish, starred in one movie doesn't mean that the rest have it super nice and cozy.

Finding Nemo wasn't even too good for clown anemonefishes either. It's the only movie many have seen that even features a clownfish in a speaking role. My anemonefish roommate has often had people calling her Nemo or asking her to tell a joke because it's a "funny gag" from the movie. It's the first thing people tell her when they meet her a lot of the time. Trust me, the only person who has a problem with better fish species representation is you.

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Did

Did you also miss the part where the shark goes on a massive murder rampage over two (2) tiny fishes because he smelled A Blood

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This person had a ton of anti-dolphin posts on their account too, why am I not surprised 😭😭😭 We need to pull each other up, not put a whole subfamily down for cod's sake. Anemonefishes are called "Nemofish" to this day and age still

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"We need to pull each other up, not put a whole subfamily down."

Beautifully said.

#deep sea talks #long post #fishcourse

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Just moved into my new place! It's this wonderful sandy crevice with a beautiful view of the kelp and a good nice rocky back wall for support. Hope the neighbours are nice and don't throw their sand into my hole like at my last neighbourhood

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hey

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what the fuck

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can someone please come hang out with me in the deep sea? :( it's so boring here...

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I can! :)

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wonderful! Come Closer please. to the Light.

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RIP @shrimpy-wimpy it's been more than 3 hours 💀💀💀💀

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hopital

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SHE LIVED!!!????????

#WHAT THE FUUUUUUUU

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Pictures of my transition journey :}

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Oh look at you !!!!! You look so much happier and more comfortable in your latest picture! So happy for you!!

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I can't wait to go through my transition myself :]c

#only i'll vbe transitioning in the opposite direction haha #*be

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New drawing of a terramaid!! 👩👩🐟🐟

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Okay but imagine if terramaids we're actually real. To live on land there scales would probably be all dry and rough-textured! Brushing against them would immediately ruin your slimecooat, probably

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Ah, thanks. I hate it.

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Since they're half human and humans have hair, what if they had

THESE!???

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NOOOOO DON'T RUIN TERRAMAIDS LIKE THIS FOR ME ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

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There's more. With a human lower half, they most likely give birth to live young as well. And with mammalian reproduction habits comes the, well....

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STOP THIS SHADNESS THIS INSTANT

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Since they have a human lower half with a human digestive system that means they have a human diet too, right?

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why

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Too much time in our flippers, dear.

Oh, and a need to make everything cursed. Of course.

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Please stop reblogging this 😭😭😭 I just wanted to show off my art

#not my art #im so tired i keep getting notifs for this post #let me rest

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*moves one inch*

[pyro-chaos]

Mike Schmidt x Reader

Sometimes

Pt. 2. to This Series

Summary: How life’s going with the new roomie!! Smutttyyy, kinda smutty

Tropes: And they were roommates. Smut fluff, and a smidge of angst

Word count: 2317

A/N: Yooo, this is my first attempt at writing something… saucy. Lol, what do you think??

At first, Mike had reservations about moving in with you.

He thought it would… change the relationship dynamic.

It does, but not in the way he expects.

“Morning, Abby’s brushing her teeth,” you hand Mike a plate of toast with jam and scrambled eggs, “I have to stay late today. Our department has a project due.”

Mike nods, “Okay,” he swallows a mouthful of eggs, “what time should I go for you?”

You put the egg pan in the sink, on top of two other plates.

“Actually, I’m going out tonight. So I think you’re good until tomorrow morning”

Honestly, it surprised him a bit, when he found out you had other friends.

Well, that sounds bad, he’s just surprised by the activity within your social life. It makes him crave something he didn’t know he cared about.

“Will you be home tonight?” He asks.

You gulp down the last of your coffee like a shot. Then you shrug, “I wouldn’t count on it, but maybe.”

Mike swallows his last bite and takes his plate to the sink, “Okay, be safe.”

You smile and finish getting ready for the day. Mike does the dishes.

To be honest, Mike loves having a roommate.

You split the bills evenly. Mike takes half the rent, you take the water bill. Mike gets electric, but you have the insurance.

It’s nice. It feels like he found an island after struggling to keep afloat.

He can afford to go way down in hours. Rather than carry the weight of two full-time jobs, Mike only has to manage one, with the odd double shift.

There’s a park within walking distance from your house. It has a tire swing. Mike has the time to walk Abby there on weekends, and the energy to give her a boost.

Sometimes, You come home smelling like booze.

Sometimes, Mike stays up past Abby’s bedtime to make lunches for the next day. Or to catch up on forgotten chores.

Sometimes, he stays up just ‘cause he can do that now; without feeling mind-crushing guilt.

Sometimes, you run into each other on those nights.

It’s Friday night, a week after you successfully completed the work project, and you stumble into the house at an odd hour.

You smell like a mix of someone else’s cologne and cheap alcohol. Your lipstick is smudged and your clothes look ruffled.

Mike watches you wobble to the sink after kicking off your shoes.

He pretends not to notice the hickeys littering your neck while you chug a glass of water.

“Rough day?” He means it as a joke, but Mike doubts the concerned tilt of his eyebrows makes it seem like one.

“MMmm nuh uh” you answer; slightly out of breath, “S-sorry, just a lil’ thirsty.”

Mike chuckles. He puts a bowl of leftover pasta in the microwave.

If anyone ever asked, he’d deny it until his tongue fell out. But Mike thinks you're cute drunk, and he likes how the curve of your breasts peek out of that top.

Nights like this make him feel kind of gross. He goes to bed soaked with guilt because he knows he shouldn’t ogle anyone like he’s ogling you.

If you ever found out about how he stared at you after you slumped into a kitchen stool, he’d kill himself.

You’re wearing a skirt, and he can see… he can see the inside of your thighs. You’re slouching too. He can see the trail of purple outline your collar bones, and lead into - No.

He sets the bowl of pasta in front of you and then sits down across from you. He’s praying you didn’t see him twitch under his pants.

You slowly eat the pasta, like you’re having trouble feeling your mouth.

Mike stirs his tea.

He tries not to think about your mouth.

When you’re finished, you look a little less, unbothered. Your eyes go a little dark, and you’re holding your head up awkwardly.

“Ready for bed?” Mike questions. He hopes you don’t hear the desperation hidden in the softness of his voice.

You nod.

He leaves an old pot by your bed before heading to his own room.

Nights like this, Mike feels how long it’s been since he’s gotten pussy.

His dick is throbbing. It’s begging, and it hurts, but he fucking refuses to give in.

Mike tries to clench his legs and think about anything, other than how you might’ve looked riding someone else’s dick.

His hips buck up into nothing.

Your tits would bounce. The other guy probably loved it. Mike bets the other guy couldn’t resist popping your nipples into his mouth. Or maybe he used his hands. Maybe he gripped your tits so hard that you saw stars.

Mike rolls over - face down - his pelvis squishes his boner into the bed at this angle. He’s glad for the pillow that swallows his groan.

He thought the new position would help, but it doesn’t, the friction just makes everything worse.

Mike can’t get those damn hickies out of his head. They’ve seared into his mind like a brand that just keeps bleeding. He wants to lick them. He wants to know what you’d do if he licked them.

Oh god, and your thighs.

It takes him a moment to realize that he’s grinding against his sheets.

He huffs, practically ripping off his boxers and gripping the base of his dick.

He gives in.

He thinks about how you’d look sprawled on his bed.

What would you do? - Mike wonders - if you woke up to him between your thighs?

Mike would go slow, he’d go so slow, and he’d make it feel good. He wouldn’t leave until you shake.

He’d spread you open first; let your legs rest open like a monument. He might indulge himself with a kitten lick along your clit.

Then, he’d slide a finger through your slit.

Would you want to sit on his face?

Mike's balls go tight, his dick jumping as he imagines your weight on his tongue.

He licks his lips, hoping to taste something he’s never had.

He finishes all over his stomach, and tries not to imagine how you’d look licking it up.

He doesn’t know how he’s gonna look into your eyes tomorrow.

It's Saturday, and Mike said he’d give you a ride to a car that you found on Craigslist.

“What happened to your car?” Abby asks at the beginning of the drive.

Mike glares at his sister through the mirror, but he can’t shush her without revealing that he’s already figured out what happened to your car.

“It’s not mine anymore” you respond. Your tone isn’t sad, or forlorn, but the mood shifts anyway.

Mike fills the awkwardness by asking what Abby wants for lunch.

You don’t end up buying the car.

The guy on Craigslist listed the car under Used, Like New but the car was definitely not, Like New.

You apologize to Mike so many times he stops keeping count, but he really doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal.

He had to look for months before he found a reliable car for an affordable price.

He’s sure to tell you as much, but he still finds extra cash in his glove compartment the next day.

Sometimes it feels like you don’t think of him as a friend, just someone you’re living with.

It bothers him.

You go out again on Sunday night, you come home smelling even worse.

Mike’s in the living room when he hears something fumble with the locks. At first, he thinks nothing of it, but then he hears a thump against the door.

Mike peeks through the peephole, and rolls his eyes after he watches you almost eat shit when you lose your footing.

You’re too drunk to stand on your own. Mike doesn’t even bother to ask if you’re okay, he just helps you to your room and puts the old pot near your bed, again.

Abby sleeps across the house, so she doesn’t hear you puke your guts out at 3a.m.

Mike does, and it makes him feel something bad. It’s a feeling he’s not used to associating with you. Disappointment? Disgust?

Something like that - there’s a bit of anger in there too - but it’s also mixed with worry. You’re not the type of person to get black-out drunk on a Sunday night.

But still, that’s two nights this week you’ve come home drunk.

In literally any other circumstance, Mike would mind his own business, but you live with Abby now.

He remembers the little furrow of Abby’s brow when he told her that you got sick. How worried would Abby get if she heard you puking in the middle of the night? How the fuck could he even begin to explain that to her?

Mike doesn’t want her to be around someone who’s drinking themselves stupid; It’s dysfunctional. Didn’t you have enough respect for Abby to understand that?

He’ll talk to you about it tomorrow night, but tonight, he checks the medicine cabinet. Just to make sure you have enough aspirin for tomorrow morning.

The next morning goes normally. You make breakfast. Abby gets ready. Mike does the dishes.

He doesn’t want to deal with the aftermath of the upcoming conflict quite yet.

Mike just picked you up from work. You applied extra makeup this morning to cover up the dark circles under your eyes, but Mike knows they’re there.

“So, wanna talk about what happened last night?” He doesn’t even bother hiding the judgment from his tone.

“What happened last night?”

Mike feels a flame of anger roll through his body. He has to take a breath before responding, “Don’t play dumb”

You stop sipping on your coffee and lean against the back of the seat. You look out the window for a moment, like you’re thinking really hard about something.

Mike’s thumbs lightly tap the steering wheel. He can feel his temper simmer under his vertebrae.

You lick your lips, and fiddle with the hem of your shirt, “Okay, but first I want to apologize.”

He stays silent, but he’s a little surprised.

“I’ve been irresponsible, and inconsiderate, and I’m really sorry. It’s not fair for you to have to deal with the fallout of my bullshit.”

Mike agrees, but he’s not sure what he could say without expressing that agreement. So, he stays silent.

You rub your eyes, “Oliver and I broke up.”

Mike knows this. You didn’t tell him, but he lives with you, it’s not that hard to put two and two together. Why does it matter?

“I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with him, you know?”

Oh. No. He didn’t.

“I just… I’ve been taking it kind of hard,” you sit up, and your voice gains a bit of confidence, “it’s not an excuse, though. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Mike hears your promise, and releases a long breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You wanted to spend the rest of your life with Oliver. That’s… it makes sense that you’ve been getting drunk a lot.

“It’s okay,” he adjusts his hold on the steering wheel, and keeps his tone soft; like he’s trying to caress you with words, “it’s just with Abby - you know?” he shrugs and allows his sentence to hang in the air.

“No, yeah absolutely, I get it. I’m sorry I put you both in that position.”

Your words sound genuine.

Mike literally feels the fight flood out of his nervous system. The emptiness leftover makes him want to go to sleep.

The thought of the conversation tugged on his brain all day, like he was unconsciously gearing up for a fight, and now that it’s over he feels drained.

The drive stays silent until he arrives at Abby’s school. But it’s not submissive or uncomfortable silence. Mike doesn’t feel suffocated by the lack of conversation.

He’s parked at the front of the school when you talk again.

“Are we okay?” you ask, and the softness of your tone makes Mike melt.

“Yeah,” for the first time in the entire conversation - Mike looks at you - and he’s kind of surprised to find you already looking at him, “Yeah, we’re okay.”

Mike did not expect the apology, but he’s glad he got it.

If he’s being honest, he expected you to justify why you’ve been drinking, but your willingness to take accountability came completely out of left field.

That’s not to say Mike feels the apology was unnecessary. It’s more like, he wanted a justification for your behavior; he wanted to understand why you did what you did before getting truly upset with you, but he didn’t expect you to acknowledge how your crisis affected him. But you did.

It’s like, he went into a restaurant expecting his favorite meal, but instead he gets his favorite meal plus an ingredient that he didn’t know would make the entire meal better.

It makes him feel seen.

It makes him like you more.

After that, you seem more comfortable around Mike, and you don’t go out as often.

If you do, you’re home before midnight, and you’re sober.

If you’re not sober, you call, and let Mike know you’re staying at a friend’s for the night.

You act a bit differently too.

It’s kind of strange, because Mike thought you felt comfortable around him before that conversation, but apparently he underestimated how often you try to keep a professional facade around him and Abby.

But now, you allow him to see you in pajamas.

He didn’t even know you owned pajamas.

They’re cute and baggy; fluffy sweats that pool around your ankles, and a matching sweater.

You buy a shelf for Abby’s art supplies. You put it in the living room, in case she wants to draw while she watches TV.

Mike starts to wear sweats too.

Abby’s drawings start to fill up the empty space on the refrigerator

[agustdiv1ne]

i am back once again to pester you all with more boyfriend!soobin thoughts...meeting odi edition!

boyfriend!soobin who is so excited yet so, so nervous for you to meet odi, his cute lil pet hedgehog,, he knows that a hedgehog is not the most conventional pet, but once he see that you're just as eager as him, the nerves twisting his stomach into knots quickly fade away <3

boyfriend!soobin who decides to make a whole date out of it because why not? he takes you out to a cute lil cafe and then you go for a walk through a small botanical garden nearby, hand in hand and both of you sporting bright grins as you talk. before you know it, you're heading back to his place, the sky above a bright, cloudless blue and the sun high in the sky, reflecting your lighthearted, giddy moods ^^

boyfriend!soobin who opens the front door for you while he warns you that his pet can be a bit...standoffish at first when meeting new people. he tells you about how the little guy bit yeonjun when he first met him, mimicking the screech that the older boy emitted when it happened. "soobin, am i gonna get rabies? oh my god! i'm gonna get rabies!" soobin dramatically mocks, loud enough for yeonjun to open his bedroom door and stare out at the two of you menacingly. you're nearly crying in laughter at the scene while soobin quickly drags you into his own room — but not without a quick, disingenuous "sorry, hyung!" before he's slamming the door shut..the two of you collapse into a heap of limbs onto his bed, laughing together until you're breathless <333

boyfriend!soobin who, once both of you calm down, guides you over to odi's enclosure and sits down cross-legged next to you, his knee bumping against your own. you watch quietly as he reaches down to pick the hedgehog up, cooing at how gently soobin cups him in his hands,, he asks if you'd like to try and hold him, too, and you nod, albeit a bit hesitantly. odi is adorable, but soobin's brief warning still rings in your mind...you just want odi to like you, okay? the corner of your boyfriend's lips curl up in a tiny, reassuring smile as he says that it's okay, you can work up to that, setting odi down so that he can wander

boyfriend!soobin who is astonished when odi immediately scurries up to you and tries to climb into your lap. you gasp quietly as you pick him up, the hedgehog adorably curling up in your palms before you set him down on your thighs, where he lays peaceful and unbothered. when you look back up at soobin, heart racing as you smile in disbelief, you find him wide-eyed, lips parted in shock at the sight. "he likes you already," he breathes, grinning as he watches his beloved pet allow you to gently pet his spines ^^

boyfriend!soobin who is so unbelievably overjoyed to see you and his pet get along <33 you soon become odi's second parent — that's your son now, too! sometimes you beg to go to soobin's place just to see him, and soobin likes to pout because why do you seem so excited to spend time with odi more than him?? he's your boyfriend, for crying out loud >:(( you simply laugh at him as you cup his cheeks, commenting about how cute he is as you press kisses all over his face just to make him feel better,, he giggles and his cheeks flush, a warm fondness coloring his gaze. he captures your lips in a brief kiss before you're pulling him from the couch and into his room <333333

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . . WHAT A STEAL!

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ not rlly any warnings i think!! basic sashisu x reader (suguru’s is prob a lil more obvious) u r just a victim of sashisu thievery 🫶🏾

SASHISU who steal your things.

your favorite pink beanie has gone missing. you wear it every time you go out, even around the house sometimes, but the hat has suddenly went MIA. last you saw, it was on your desk. and shoko was the last person in your room, but she doesn't seem to have your beloved hat. the four of you are heading out for brunch at some cafe satoru was going rabid about, so you don't want to keep them waiting over a beanie. it’s not until you settle for another and meet the trio at the door that you spot it on satoru’s head.

he doesn't show the slightest hint of guilt as you approach, in fact gojo acts like everything is normal. you'd find the sight of this 6 foot giant topped off with a baby pink beanie amusing if you weren't so annoyed in the moment.

“i have been looking all over for that!” you glare up at gojo, poking a finger in his chest.

and he just gives you a shit-eating grin. “oh, i know! looks like you finally found it, yeah?”

he thinks the little frown you give him is so cute, but gojo still pacifies your angry stare by engulfing you in his blue scarf. he taps a finger on your nose, and his eyes light up when you grin at him. you suppose this is a fair trade.

a brand new pair of pink slides that you just bought to wear around the house have suddenly disappeared clean from your bedroom. you wonder if you left them in shoko’s room, and search for her to ask.

“sho?” you call as you stick your head out onto the balcony. “have you seen my sandals?”

she’s leaning against the rail having a smoke, suguru sitting in one of the balcony chairs. your eyes gravitate to her feet as she asks, “which ones?”

‘which ones?’ you repeat mockingly in your head, staring at said shoes on her feet because she’s seemingly helped herself. along with a pair of your new socks, too, apparently?

"now, shoko-"

"okay, okay." she and suguru share delighted giggles. "can i wear them a little longer, until i finish this?" shoko lifts the glowing cigarette in her hand.

you huff, though unable to fight the way your lips curl up into a smile. "fine. i want them back right after, though. get your own slides."

she brushes you off with a turn of her head, giggling. "love you, y/n."

"yeah, yeah, whatever."

one. two.

one...two...

yep, one of your pillows is definitely missing.

it's not on the couch (like the last time gojo took it when he fell asleep there) and not in shoko's room (which you assume would make the most sense). you're headed to the guest room next to see if it's been misplaced there, but something feels off when you pass by suguru's open door. his eyes are on you as you step back for a doubletake, and find him relaxed atop a very out-of-place pink pillow on his black bedsheets.

"what, are your pillows not good enough?" hands falling to your hips, your head tilts, a brow raised at geto's unbothered reaction.

he replies with a languid smile. "i find yours a little more comfortable."

you hold your tongue on reminding him that you both went pillow-shopping together, so they're the same pillows. he holds his tongue on admitting that he also likes the way your scent calms his nerves and lulls him to sleep. you both decide it's not important, right now, anyway.

tagz: @anthoosies @staryukis @mysugu @hellkaiserinphoenix :3c

[lalacliffthorne]

christmas with the modern!batboys!roommates - as headcanons 💕

because there's way too much I wanna talk about to just put it into a meek lil drabble!!! and I actually can't wait for christmas now. 🎄

merry christmas ya filthy animals 🎀

it's about halfway through November when you decide on spending your Christmas at the flat

reason is the fact that all of your three roommates will, for once, also be staying for the holidays

usually, Rhys is forced into an awkward, stilted celebration with his father that mostly consists of very tense dinners, coffees and him trying to flee to his room for as much time as possible

Azriel always visits his mother, and Cassian usually either stays at the flat or visits the orphanage he spent half of his childhood in to help with the kids

but this year, Rhys' father isn't even in the country because of some business deal

Rhys jumps at the opportunity to avoid one awful holiday and decides to not go with him and instead spend christmas at the flat

Azriel's mother is seeing someone new who invited her to spend the holidays in the mountains

Az really doesn't want to be third-wheeling, so he, too, decides to stay home

(you're a bit surprised he's so unbothered about his mother dating someone new

he is quite protective of her

but then again, Az is quicker than even Mor at stalking someone on the internet

and out of all of you, has probably the best intuition when it comes to people

which means the new guy seems to have passed all the first hurdles)

Cassian doesn't let it show too much bc he doesn't want them to feel bad about how things usual go

but you can tell he's beyond happy to have them there

Mor's also staying in town and will be over for Christmas Eve

you usually always go home for the holidays

but sometimes, it´s time for new traditions, right?

"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?"

Your voice rises over the sound of the movie, and with a curious look, Rhys turns it on mute before looking your way, Cassian, lounging in one of the armchairs, doing the same when you worm yourself out of Azriel's arms where you have been curled up for the past half an hour, barely paying any attention to the TV.

You can feel Azriel's eyes on the side of your face when you grin sheepishly.

"I - I think I'm gonna stay here as well for Christmas."

Cass crunches his brows in surprise. "What about your family, don't you go home usually?"

"Yeah." Rhys grins. "Won't you be missed?"

You huff at him.

"They might come here for a few days during the holidays, but -" You shrug and grin at them. "I don't know, I feel like I want to stay here this year." You frown in thought. "Would be weird to just leave you all here."

Cassian starts grinning toothily, and just that would have convinced you that this is definitely the right decision. But then you turn your head and find Azriel staring at you, the golden spots in his eyes seeming to twinkle in the warm light, and your heart does a flip.

Yep. Definitely worth it.

and with that and the knowledge that all of you will be spending Christmas at the flat together - you decide on going all in.

everything starts with the flat.

it's your home, your place to be after all

and it deserves to be spruced up and decked to completion

which is why it becomes first thing on your big Christmas list

because the boys usually don't spend the holidays at the flat, there aren't really any decorations in storage down in the basement

so the next Saturday, you and Rhys hit the high street and every place in town needed for the perfectly decorated flat

you get fir garlands and fairylights, together with an unholy amount of candles

in a concept store next to the café where you take a much needed break around lunchtime, you find funky glass baubles

(you make sure you take the black camera and one of the motorcycles)

in another store, you find big stars made out of thick paper for the windows, even light up ones, along with stockings and some candleholders for the big dining table in the living room

(because of course there will be a ridiculous amount of food, if the way Rhys has been buried in cookbooks for the past few days is any indication)

you even get a new set of dishware

on the market, you score some big wreaths

Rhys buys mistletoe; so much, you're wondering whether he wants to plaster the whole house

you get ribbons and wrapping paper, festive cookie cutters, trinkets and more candles -

then, the next morning, Rhys turns up the Christmas music, and you get to decorating

because Cassian is tallest, he is tasked with anything that involves hanging things up the second he steps through the front door

fastening garlands and fairylights to the doorways, putting up the light up stars you got for the windows and the one for your room that fits its colorscheme

and hanging up the mistletoe

you place garlands over the mantle of the fireplace, together with fairy lights and candles

the window sills get the same treatment, while outside, Rhys fights with a long string of tangled lights to wrap around the balustrade of the balcony and the bushes

for safety reasons, the stockings are hanging underneath one of the windows and not above the fireplace

(you don't want any accidents involving burning stockings)

you found some pillow cases and a cozy blanket for the couches that fit the theme, and the coffee table is decorated with more candles and a wreath with bows you tied meticulously

you even set up the big dining table in the living room, with more garlands and candles and some of the baubles, and the new dishware

(you rarely use that table because you always eat in the kitchen anyway, so it can stay like that until the holidays)

the bookcases get covered in fairylights and little trinkets, the mirror gets a stole of fir

you're hanging up the biggest of the wreaths with a big red bow at the front door of the flat when Azriel comes home

the corner of his mouth kicks up when he sees you, some glitter on your face, a black bow in your hair and beaming at him

and his eyes actually twinkle a little when he sees the decorated flat

Cassian is positively buzzing with happiness when he hangs up the final wreath in the kitchen window

Rhys has hung some fir branches over the table, with some baubles and ornaments dangling from them and candles sitting on the wooden tabletop

every room smells like pine and firewood and it makes your heart skip with happiness

Rhys smirks and drops his arm onto your shoulder

"not bad, darling. not bad at all."

and with that, the festive time between decorating and the actual holidays begin

and you plan to enjoy every second

one of the first days of December, all of you embark on the most important mission of all:

finding the perfect tree

there's a pop up outdoor place selling trees a little walk away from the flat

Rhys, extravagant as usual, wants to take the huge fir tree right at the entrance

you manage to convince him that even though your apartment does have very nice high ceilings, a tree the width of both Cassian and Azriel combined would be just a little over the top

Cassian votes for a slightly crooked specimen that's about two feet taller than him

("it's got character.")

in the end, Azriel is the one who finds the perfect one

"What about that one?"

Turning at the sound of Azriel's deep, calm voice, you slip past a bickering Rhys and Cassian, and Az looks down at you when you shiver happily and slide your cold hand into his pocket, curling yourself into his side.

It's gotten really freaking cold.

Squinting, you look up at the tree you're standing in front of. It's probably a foot taller than Cass, it's branches thick and close together and it's top just the tiniest bit crooked.

"Huh." You feel a smile slowly spreading over your face, turning your head without looking away from the tree. "Hey, dumb and dumber."

Azriel snorts softly.

"Who's who?" Cassian appears next to you, crunching his nose to suppress a sneeze as he offers you his elbow to hide your freezing hand in.

"If you gotta ask,", Rhys mumbles from Azriel's other side before dodging Cassian trying to kick his shin, his nearly violet eyes twinkling when he smirks.

Not you, you mouth up at Cass and earn yourself a wide grin and a wink.

"What about that one?" Azriel threads his fingers through yours in his pocket, nodding towards the tree in front of you.

Both Cassian and Rhys cock their heads to the side in unison.

"Hm." Rhys doesn't sound opposed like with every other tree that has crossed your way so far.

"It's big, but not too big, it's got character -" You shrug and look back and forth between them. "I think it's perfect."

"Let's check." Cassian lets go of you, and you're about to look up at him with a confused frown when strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet.

You squeak and sway and feel a deep chuckle against your back. You look up to find yourself face to face with the tree top, then you get slid back to your feet.

"Yup." Cassian straightens and pats your head. "Perfect height."

You scowl up at him.

"I mean, it's not as perfect as the first one -" Rhys gets cut off by three groans and snickers.

"But it's pretty close, so -"

"Thank God,", Azriel mumbles into your hair, and you giggle.

you go home with the tree and a white amaryllis that'll hopefully be in bloom by Christmas and that you want to use as centerpiece for the dining table

Cassian carries the tree like it's not a foot taller than him and probably just as heavy

that weekend, you put it up

Rhys and you bicker about the best way to detangle the ball of fairylights

by the time you're finished and turn towards the tree, Azriel holds up one end of the neatly laid out fairylights with a deadpan look

it takes some more bickering about the perfect way of wrapping the lights around the tree until the huge fir tree is twinkling from every angle

and then little by little, you distribute all the the baubles and ornaments evenly

Cassian is responsible for the top branches and you, begrudgingly, for all the ones at the bottom

the whole slightly chaotic endeavour is accompanied by the sound of Christmas music, hot chocolate and the crackling fireplace

when you're almost finished, Cassian lifts you up, completely ignoring your soft squeak, and Rhys hands you the tree topper

the golden star goes right on the top, and then you're done

that evening, you all just sit and stare at the tree

it's magnificent and slightly chaotic

really mirrors living in the flat, you think

and with the tree up, all the festive activities can truly begin

you bake gingerbread cookies, happy to huddle up in the warm kitchen as it progressively gets colder outside

you go gift shopping with Feyre and Mor, who get along like a house on fire

when Feyre drops you off at home after and helps you carry your bags upstairs, Rhys opens the door

you're pretty sure the blush in Feyre's cheeks does not stem from the cold

even as she huffs at Rhys' blatant flirting

you get dragged out for another round of gift shopping with Cassian a few days after

it ends with the two of you buying a dutch oven for Rhys and almost forgetting it on the Christmas market when you stop for mulled wine and food on the way home

since Feyre is going home for the holidays, you have a little celebration the second weekend of December

you kick the boys out of the flat for the evening

the two of you make a whole small roast, dancing around the kitchen to Christmas music and have dinner in the living room

the tree is lit, and the first presents have found their way under it, all wrapped up more or less craftfully

you watch classic christmas movies and eat on the couch

when the boys get back later that night, the both of you are so full and happy, Feyre actually beams at Rhys in passing

you think he might faint

after saying goodbye to Feyre at the door, you turn, and he still stands in the hall, looking a little dazed

when he glares at you like a silent "not a word", you grin and tackle him in a hug

bc

he's adorable

the day after (probably in an act of revenge on Rhys' side), the both of you engage in a gingerbread house building competition in your kitchen

there's Christmas music, hot chocolate and containers and bowls with icing and dozens and dozens of different decorations spread all over the counter while you set up camp at the kitchen table

when Cass and Azriel come back from the gym and their own Christmas shopping in the late afternoon, the kitchen is absolute chaos

and Rhys and you have switched from hot chocolate to mulled wine and are slightly tipsy

both Cass and Azriel lean into the doorframe, staring at Rhys and you as you giggle and bicker, trying to kick at each other under the table

you're a little dishevelled, wearing a pair of wide pyjama pants, fuzzy socks and a loose t-shirt, your hair a mess and specks of icing all over your nose

Rhys looks equally unkempt for once, slightly flushed and violet eyes twinkling as he grins, icing on his dark t-shirt

when evening rolls around, you're completely exhausted

but both of your houses are standing

they are a bit wonky

but very pretty

complete with white icing, windows made from melted candy, roof tiles and cotton candy for smoke rising from the chimneys

Mor, who drops by that evening, acts as impartial judge and rules a tie

neither you nor Rhys really are too bothered by it

you're mostly proud they've not collapsed into heaps yet

Rhys smushes your face between his sticky hands and leaves a smacking kiss on your forehead that ends the competition before calling dibs on the first shower

and Azriel decides, when you crawl onto the couch where he's already sprawled out on the cushions and bury yourself in his chest, your body aching and feeling sticky

that even though he doesn't really care for sweets

you smelling like gingerbread and icing could make him come around to it

he doesn't say it, but when he wraps his arms around you and drags you up his body, curling around you to bury his face in your t-shirt and humming, you decide that this is definitely becoming a tradition

(even tho the next few days, Rhys and you get nauseous at just the sight of anything sweet)

the closer you get to Christmas, the more giddy you get

Azriel takes every chance he gets to crowd you under one of the many twigs of mistletoe Rhys has snuck into every possible spot in the flat and kiss you until your heart nearly gives out and your knees are jello and you can feel his lips curve against yours

to be fair, the other two don't really hold back either

Cassian has the time of his life leaving smacking kisses on the cheeks and foreheads of whoever ends up under a sprig of mistletoe next to him

it's cause to different stages of crunched noses and huffs

from amused (Rhys) to fits of giggling (you and Mor) to grumbling (Azriel)

and Rhys likes to dramatically pretend he's about to smooch the shit out of you, sweeping you up and dipping you back and everything, causing you to break into fits of snickers and Azriel to roll his eyes

you're pretty sure to see his lips twitch tho

you go to the Christmas market a few more times

with Rhys, because he wants to sample every food that's sold there and you would never pass up a chance to eat and gossip

then with all the boys and Mor, on an icy cold evening, to look at the decorations all over the shops and drink mulled cider

it's so cold you're permantely glued to Azriel's side, your fingers laced with his in his pocket, your arm wrapped around his elbow

he lets you slide into his coat as far as possible when you're waiting for the hot beverages, his chin resting on your head when you bury your face in his chest, his lips pressing against your forehead when you peak up at him, nose pink from the cold

the way he's staring down at you makes your heart hop and swerve, and Azriel's lips twitch

then, a few days before Christmas, Mor turns up and takes you ice skating

it ends in giggles, the two of you holding onto each other and singing aloud to the Christmas music from the speakers

you get waffles and hot chocolate after and Mor drags you with her into several clothing stores because she still doesn't have an outfit for the celebrations

it's when you decide she's gonna sleep over on Christmas Eve

because the thought of her going home in the evening and then coming back on Christmas Morning is just ridiculous

and when you promise she can sleep in your bed, all by herself, Mor beams

"okay!"

(you'd be sleeping in Azriel's room anyway)

the boys don't mind

quite the opposite

Rhys actually huffs bc he didn't think of it earlier

you have Christmas movie nights, with snacks and gingerbread and hot chocolate, the tree glittering and the smell of pine making your heart skip happily

gingerbread decorating competitions

and evenings where the fire is crackling and you are curled up against Azriel on the couch, reading with his arm wrapped around your shoulder and lips absentmindedly pressing against your temple

and then the afternoon before Christmas Eve, you take advantage of having the flat all to yourself and lock yourself in your room to wrap all your presents

in the end, you're sitting on the floor, surrounded by paperscraps and bows, with sticky tape on your forehead and a small heap of presents in front of you

wrapped to the best of your abilities and carefully labelled

they go onto the growing pile of presents under the tree, and you award yourself with a bubble bath

(wrapping gifts is hard, okay?)

you got the Dutch Oven you bought for Rhys with Cassian, along with a pair of purple fuzzy socks (mostly so he stops stealing yours) and fancy pickles

the guy has weird interests

Cassian's boxing gloves have seen better days, so you and Mor got him a new pair, with his name embroidered in deep red stitching at the wrist

you also bought him a set of hair care, after he once accidentally used yours and was in awe about how soft it made his hair for a solid three days

for Mor, you found a small shop on etsy that makes custom jewellery with recycled materials

you got her a necklace with a little charm with a little deep red stone and a matching bracelet, both dainty and slim

as well as a kit for a fancy bubble bath

as for Feyre, she already got her present a few days before and now lugs it home with her

you and Mor bought her a set of fancy oil paints

you also got her two mugs

one says coffee

the other paint water

you hope it means she stops accidentally poisoning herself

as for Azriel

his gift makes your heart hop with nerves

on Christmas Eve, Mor comes over, and Rhys whips up a three course dinner

you eat in the kitchen, Mor and you occupying the couch and giggling into your wine glasses

then you move to the living room and watch Home Alone

at 11, you all suddenly feel the need to move

so you bundle up with coats and scarves and hats before piling out of the flat

outside, it's so cold, your breath rises in thick white clouds

you take a long walk around the neighbourhood, looking at the lights and decorations everywhere

some people have wrapped their outside trees and bushes in fairylights

some have hung stars that light up porches, balconies and windows

you're actually not the only ones on a walk

there are still quite a few people out, probably with the same idea as you

you walk next to Mor, your arms linked together and awing softly at the glimpses you catch at decorated living rooms and twinkling trees

Rhys and Azriel are behind you, talking quietly between themselves

and Cassian is walking a little bit ahead of you, sniffling against the cold air, ridiculously broad in his thick jacket, a hat pulled over his head and seemingly lost in thought

after a while, you let Mor fall back to the other two and catch up with him

shivering happily, you wrap your arm around his and bump your shoulder softly into his side

"you okay?"

your voice is soft, and when you look up at him, your heart does a little warm pulse

because Cassian, big, vibrant, boisterous Cassian is completely quiet and calm

he looks at the houses with the lights and the twinkling trees in the living rooms, and one corner of his lips tips up gently

"yeah."

as you're staring up at him, something's suddenly swelling in your chest, making it hard to breathe

bc for one second, the only thing you see is a very little Cassian, alone in an orphanage on Christmas

you really try not to allow the sudden pressure behind your eyes to surface

but then Cassian looks down at you and gently bumps his elbow into your side, grinning softly

"got my family."

and that pressure spills over and with it the tears as your chin wobbles and your chest aches

"duh", you press out, voice weak and trembling, and Cassian smiles, bigger and crooked

you realise what that look on his face is when he tucks you into his side and lets you bury your face in his jacket until the tears have died

complete peace.

"Hey."

The quiet, deep voice travels through you, and you shift, grumbling quietly.

There's a soft breathed smile, then warm, rough fingers brush over your cheek, and lips press against your forehead. You can feel them move when the familiar deep voice, soft and rough with sleep, vibrates through you and causes shivers to run over your spine.

"C'mon baby, wake up."

Your heart does a little skip, and the warm haze of sleep slowly slips away. You exhale slowly, then you force open your heavy eyes, and something in your chest rises in a soft flutter.

Azriel's face is only an inch away, all sharp cheekbones and soft lips and tired eyes, and something in your chest dips over at the sight of his warm amber iris dragging over your face.

"Hi,", you mumble, voice thick and raspy with sleep, and the corner of Azriel's lips tips upwards, causing your heart to rise.

With a quiet sound, you shift closer, your arms sliding over his bare shoulders as his dip and wrap around your waist, pulling you into his body until one of your legs drapes over his hip and you're completely pressed together. There's something shifting at the back of your head, keeping you from just burying your face in the warm crook of his neck and going back to sleep -

Your heart misses a beat, your eyes dart up as suddenly, a flutter builds in your chest, and Azriel's lips curve, up and up until his cheek creases.

"There it is." His voice, deep and low, husky with sleep and vibrating with a hint of amusement, sends your heart tumbling as his gaze drags over your face. Then he blinks, and something softens in his eyes, a slow twinkle growing in his iris as his gaze drags over your face. One corner of his lips curves upwards.

"Merry Christmas,", he mumbles, low, deep, and steady.

If your heart hasn't stopped before, it definitely does now, and you need a couple of seconds until it works again. Then a smile spreads over your face, slow but growing until it is ridiculously wide.

"Merry Christmas,", you whisper back, breath hitching and voice thick with sleep and something pulsing and swelling under your ribs.

The twinkle in Azriel's eyes grows; your breath hitches when he dips his head, and something tipping over in your chest when he presses his lips onto yours, warm and slow and unhurried.

He only pulls back once he coaxes a soft sound breaking from your throat. Your heart is thrumming and one corner of his lips has curved lazily as he stares at you, a few strands of hair curving over his forehead, the rest so tousled, you just can't resist burying your fingers in it as warmth spreads through your body and your hearts start fluttering as giddiness starts spreading through your chest.

Slipping your arm tighter around Azriel's neck, you pull him down to kiss him again, deeper and firmer and causing your breath to shudder and Azriel to groan softly. His hand slips under your hoodie, palm slowly roaming up your back with the softest pressure, pushing your closer.

When you pull back, breathing shakily, warmth rushing through you and gather in your cheeks, Azriel nudges his nose against yours, a soft rumble building in his chest.

"Sleeping in on Christmas morning, so rebellious,", he mumbles, and you lightly kick his shin, causing a tired smirk to spread over his face that makes your heart topple and still.

Oh.

Azriel is about to pull you back in and roll you over when suddenly, the door bursts open.

You jump, Azriel huffs and rolls his eyes, and when you crane your neck to look over your shoulder, Cassian is standing in the doorway, only wearing a pair of checkered pyjama pants, hair pulled back haphazardly and grinning wildly.

"Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals. Get your asses out here." He winks. "It's present time."

knowing that he is not going to let up, you grumble and dig yourself out of your blankets

your heart starts hopping as you pull on some pyjama pants and fuzzy socks

Cassian hugs you so tightly, you can't help but fall into a fit of giggles when he lifts you off your feet with a dramatic groan

squeezing you for a solid few seconds in which you squeeze him back with all your might, he lets you slide back to the floor and presses a kiss onto your cheek before letting you pass

Rhys and Mor are already in the living room

the giddy feeling in your chest grows when you sink into Rhys who's sitting on the back of the couch, squeezing his middle tightly and feeling him hug you to his chest, pressing a kiss onto your hair before he straightens and pats your bum

you press a sloppy kiss onto his cheek in revenge that makes his nose crinkle and a snort break from your throat

then you drop down next to Mor on the carpet

you feel like your heart is expanding to impossible sizes when she wraps you up in a ribcrushing hug and leaves kisses all over your face until you giggle

Cass and Azriel come into the living room, and Rhys hugs Azriel so tightly he huffs, but you can see the muscles in his arms straining when he hugs him back

Mor beams up at Az when sinks onto the floor behind you, squeezing her shoulder before he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your neck

and you feel like you might burst

you open your presents, with the tree glittering and the fire crackling

Rhys fangirls over his pot and the pickles

Mor gets teary eyed over the jewellery and leaves more smacking kisses all over your face

and Cassian actually looks like he might be speechless when he unpacks the boxing gloves

he wraps you and Mor up in a hug so tight, you're completely smushed together

you even get a selfie from Feyre with her mugs and a deadpan look that makes you giggle for a solid minute

it's Azriel you're really watching though, as he unwraps the last gift with his name on it

you see him still for a second before he pulls out a very old camera

you feel something twitch nervously in your chest

"I - found it at an antique store. I remember you showed me a similiar one and that you said how difficult it is to find one like it today." you grin lopsidedly. "I got it repaired, it's working again."

Azriel blinks

then he raises his head, and you're pretty sure your heart just stops

because the way he is staring at you is flaring and deep and heated and burning with something that causes your breath to stop

his throat works, and he carefully slides the camera back into its case and places it on the floor

then he reaches out and drags you over the floor until you're trapped between his legs

your heart gets stuck in your throat when his arm slides around your waist

your breath falters when his hand comes up to cradle your face

and the world stills when he pulls you forward and kisses you like it's the first and last time and there's no one else in the room but you

and he doesn't need to say it

you can feel it all in the way his breath shudders when he exhales and somehow pulls you even closer, until you're flush against his chest and your arms wind around his shoulders and he kisses you harder

only Rhys clearing his throat makes you remember you're in fact not alone

something dips over in your chest, and you can feel heat wash over you when you somehow manage to break the kiss, breathing harshly as your fingers dig into Azriel's hair

you pull back a little and look at him, just to really be sure, and your heart tightens at the way he's looking at you

kinda like you're beginning and ending and everything in between

something swells in your chest, begins rising, and you can't help it

you beam at him, your heart thrumming against your ribs, and Azriel drinks it in like he's dying of thirst

you somehow manage to turn in Azriel's arms, curling into him as you stare at your friends that bicker and laugh, and your heart swells when Azriel buries his nose in your hair and holds you like he's not planning on ever letting go

after unwrapping, you have a big, fancy breakfast in the kitchen, with waffles and pancakes and eggs and bacon

you sit curled up in one corner of the couch, with Azriel behind you, chest in your back and arm wrapped around your waist

you spend the day all together

watching Christmas movies, playing boardgames

Rhys drives you all into bankruptcy at Monopoly, twice, and you beat Cassian at trivia (again)

when it gets dark in the afternoon, Rhys disappears into the kitchen, and Mor drags the rest of you to a classical Christmas concert in a church nearby

you all sit together, Azriel and Cassian flanking you and Mor, Azriel's fingers linked with yours

when you inevitably get teary eyed towards the ending, Mor squeezes your other hand and sniffles

when you get back to the flat, you're met with scents more delicious than anything you have ever smelled before

your stomach grumbles, Cassian groans, and Rhys appears in the doorway to the kitchen and grins

"to the table, please"

to say he went all in would be too little

he supplies you with a whole seven course dinner

soups, salads, a whole freaking goose, and two kinds of dessert that make your mouth water even though you already feel like you won't be eating anything until next Christmas

the whole living room is lit

the tree is twinkling, the candles are flickering and the fireplace crackling

Cassian's rambunctious laughter mixes with Mor's ringing giggles and Rhys' deep laughs, and Azriel sits next to you and grins, his arm draped over the back of your chair that he has pulled so close you can feel the side of his body pressing against yours

and you think that maybe, making new traditions was the best idea you ever had

it's really only topped by your decision to move into this flat.

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snow lands on top

pairing: coriolanus snow x covey reader

w/c: 3.2k

warnings: just fluff! a few sexual comments but nothing more, mentions of family deaths, reader is just a poor lil soul

(merry christmas my angels! if you’re having a hard time, i feel you! here’s some soft coryo lovin to help you through it. the holidays r a hard time for so so many people, and my inbox will always be open to anyone who needs someone who’ll understand <3 luv you the most, we’ll get through it all)

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Christmas Eve. The soft patter of snowfall, the breeze from your half open window, the bustle of the Corso below. You'd been listening to the Christmas shoppers - stressed or unbothered - the kids playing in the snow, mothers and fathers dragging their children to holiday themed events. Laying around in bed all day in old silk had become your go-to on the run-up to Christmas.

You’d come to hate snowfall. It meant the sounds of merry families, playing outside together. It meant mourning for when you could do that, it meant resenting others, something that the Covey would never want for you.

Christmas was bittersweet. It had been for years, now. No gifts under your small, sad Christmas tree, no family gathering, no over-the-top dinner event, sometimes no dinner at all. You lived alone, in your little apartment which you could hardly afford, and had no family left since the war.

You remembered the good times, of course, that was the 'sweet' in all of the bitter. Remembering your mother's baking and the smell of sugar cookies and Christmas cake. The lavish real evergreen tree that made the ridiculously high ceilings of your apartment look low. The gifts, the dinner, curling up with a mug of hot milk on the plush sofa. You even thought of your Christmases back in District twelve. Never too fancy, never too many gifts, but a family, the Covey, music, a home.

Life after the war had been cruel to you. What once was a young girl, with a family wealthy enough to move her to the Capitol, had become a young woman with no one to turn to, and not a penny to her name. You didn't have the luxury of pretending like everything was fine, like you had your family's riches to fall back on. Everyone at the Academy had found out when you'd had to ask for a scholarship loan to pay for your tuition, one which you'd never be able to pay back.

That was something you'd always envied of a particular classmate of yours. Coriolanus Snow. Crassus Snow's baby boy. You knew he must've been penniless, as poor as a church mouse. But maybe you only knew that because your own circumstances were much the same. Coriolanus was smart about it, always looking classy from an outside perspective, never asking for money, never acting hungry. But, when looked into closer, you could easily see cracks.

His shoes were the same ones he'd had since first year at the Academy, and they must've been achingly too small for him. He'd eat only small amounts at school and pretend he was full up, but you'd seen him once, with no shirt on, and his ribs stuck out like a sore thumb. Wherever there was an academic prize that involved money, he was always trying his hardest to win, pulling out every stop, but if there was no monetary prize, he'd only do half as much.

You saw right through his act, always had, but instead of exposing him to everyone else out of jealousy, you'd helped him out whenever you could. Us poor orphans have to stick together, right?

You'd share food, give eachother your spare trolley tokens so you wouldn't have to walk the hour back to the Corso, discuss strategy over how to win said academic prizes, and split them with eachother when you did.

You'd become close friends, over the years, even although it was kept strictly as a secret from all of your other classmates. And so, when you heard a familiar voice floating in through your window, you smiled to yourself.

"Y/N?" You could only faintly hear him calling from the street, but you started up from your bed and yanked the window open fully so that you could hang out of it.

There he was, Coriolanus Snow, in all of his glory. Blonde curls full of white snowflakes, wrapped in what seemed to be a ratty fur coat, chittering away. You laughed when you saw him. "Coryo, what are you doing out? You'll freeze to death!"

"Wanted to come and make sure you were okay." He called back, and then looked around warily, almost as though he was checking the coast was clear before asking, "Can I come up?"

You nodded, "I'll buzz you in." And then you swiftly closed the window. Goosebumps had raised on your arms and chest and you'd be paying for the next year if you had to put the furnace on.

You crossed to your bedroom door, made your way down the hall, and pressed the buzzer, which always made the most abhorrent sound when it let whoever was outside, in.

You waited by the door, and soon enough, Coryo was coming bounding up the stairs, fur coat now in his hand, nose and cheeks bright red. You let him in and laughed as you took his coat from him and hung it up. "It's Tigris'. I don't have anything warm enough, but it's the rattiest old thing I've ever seen."

"It's quite something." You turned back to see him shivering, arms folded around his body to try to warm himself. "Oh, you poor lamb."

Your Covey accent had never faded. The Capitol had always looked down upon you for it, but Coryo blushed every time you spoke. "I'm fine, I'll be fine."

"But it's freezing in here, too. Come here." You opened the small cupboard in the hallway, which held a few random seasonal items, and pulled out two, old blankets. You smiled at Coriolanus as you draped one around his shoulders, and he smiled back, close enough to you that his breath was hitting your cheek.

"Thank you, honey." Coriolanus' eyes scanned your apartment, peering through the living room door and then your bedroom door, and he frowned when he saw just one Christmas decoration - your tiny little tree. His family was poor, but Tigris was creative, and they still managed to uphold some joy in the form of tinsel and stockings at Christmas time.

"What?" Your face dropped and you looked worried, placing a tender hand on Coryo's blanket-clad shoulder. "You look so sad."

"You just..." Coryo's voice trailed off, unsure of how to say what he meant without hurting, or offending you. "I mean, you don't have too much, do you?"

"Well, I thought you knew that." A crease had appeared between your brows and you sounded upset with him, dropping your hand from where it had previously sat. Coryo corrected himself quickly, shaking his head at you.

"No, I'm sorry, that came out wrong." He racked his brain for something to say that would make you feel better. The look on your face made his chest sting. "I don't know, would you want to spend Christmas with us?"

You cocked your head to the side, looking at him as though he was going insane. Maybe he was, he wasn't even sure what he was saying. He closed his eyes and ran and hand over his face, which brightened you up a bit. You laughed, and he laughed, and he felt his shoulders relax. Why was he so nervous? He never got nervous, not like this, anyway.

"We don't have much either, but it'd mean you weren't alone. I know how you feel, especially at this time of year." Coryo noticed the slight tinge of pink that had dawned your cheeks, and, on a whim, he reached out and, with two freezing fingers, tilted your head back so that you were looking at him. "You could come to our house, Tigris makes bread pudding, and we managed to get some beef mince this year, too. Maybe you could even sleep over tonight, and we could wake up together-"

"Coryo, you're rambling." You stopped him, you knew he could go on for hours, and, although the offer was tempting, and you enjoyed the idea of spending even more time around Coryo, you planned on turning him down. "Thank you. That sounds lovely, but I'd never want to intrude. No, the Covey wrote me to let me know they've installed a telephone in the town hall, I can call them for a couple minutes tomorrow, lift my spirits. I'll be fine."

You waved him off, and pulled your mother's old silk robe tighter around your body. You started towards the living room door, expecting Coryo to follow, maybe you'd sit together on the flaky sofa and talk for a few hours, but he didn't let you get far. He snatched your hand from your side, and when you turned to look at him, his blue eyes were filled with concern.

"Call them from our house." He wasn't going to let you off without a yes. "Please. I can't leave you alone, that's not fair. Plus, I've always wanted to meet them, haven't I?"

You took a breath and adjusted your hand in his. It felt nice, to have him be so affectionate. You could admit you were closer than most friends, the line between friendship and love always slightly blurred and maybe crossed over on more than one occasion, but it always felt good to have him near.

After careful consideration, and a few reassuring rubs at the back of your hand from Coryo, you finally gave in. "Are you sure? I don't mean to be a pain-"

"You're not. You could never be." He stepped closer and took your other hand, close enough to you that, if he leaned forward, your foreheads would be touching. "Honest, Tigris will be happy to have someone other than Grandma'am."

"And what about Grandma'am? I'm District, I don't think she'll like that-"

"She respects your family. It's not the right way, I know, but there are very few district people she doesn't mind. She knew your parents, always says they were very respectable people." A grimace crossed Coryo’s face, talking about his Grandma’am’s views in front of you. He’d agreed with her for most of his life, but that was until he met you, and that Covey accent finally made snow melt and changed his mind.

"Really?" Your face had lit up. The idea of anyone from the Capitol accepting you, no, respecting you, was something you’d only ever dreamt of.

"Really." Coryo smiled, now, and then he joked, “What an honour, huh? To have Grandma'am like you."

"An honour, indeed." You laughed. You let go of one of his hands, but kept hold of the other. You started to drag him with you towards your bedroom, but Coryo stayed put, confused. He’d never been inside your bedroom, he assumed it was off limits. You laughed at him, “I’m not trying to get you into bed, darlin’, if I was you’d know about it.”

His face turned a deep shade of red and you approached him and placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “Coryo, I’m messin’. I’m just going to pack a bag, you can come if you like, but if I’m making you uncomfortable you’re welcome to sit in the living room.”

“No. Oh, no. You’re not making me uncomfortable.” Coryo let you lead him to your bedroom, now, and he looked around the almost bare room as though it was a place of worship. There was hardly anything in there, a mattress on the floor, a small, oil lamp positioned next to it. A couple of books, a wardrobe which held your school uniform and your mother’s old performance dresses, which you wore every day you could. He was just happy to be somewhere so intimate, somewhere you allowed only the closest people in your life. “Sorry.”

You got that cheeky look on your face, now. The one that Coryo loved so much. “It’s okay. I know you’re a virgin, anyway-”

“Hey!” He smacked you with the blanket and you giggled and smacked him back. “That’s none of your business.”

“Oh, but it’s obvious.”

-

The walk to Coriolanus’ apartment wasn’t long, but it felt different. You’d never made it obvious that you were close, before, but you walked together, through the snow, chatting away like you’d been best friends for years - which was the case, and now people knew. Even when you passed classmates or their families, you’d both smile and wave, and it felt good to know that people would know.

“Are you excited to meet Grandma’am?” Coryo joked. Your cheeks balled when you laughed and gripped onto his hand in an overdramatic way. Coryo thought his heart might’ve burst.

You bounded forward, still holding his hand, and walked backwards in front of him. “Oh, the most excited. I’m sure she’s got great gossip.”

“Only the best. Did you know she had a fling with the President’s brother when they were in school?” Coryo whispered dramatically, and you gave him an equally as theatrical gasp.

“I hope she’ll tell me all about it.”

You arrived at the apartment cold but happy, noses bright red but laughing. Fingers freezing but locked together. You felt pure joy for the first time in a long time, and Coryo decided he could get used to this.

When Tigris opened the door, you knew this was the right decision. Her face lit up, and she clapped her hands together excitedly as soon as she saw you. She didn’t even bother to greet Coriolanus, just started straight for you, “Oh my! It’s so lovely to see you. Please tell me you’re staying for Christmas!”

“I sure am. Coryo managed to convince me.” You looked up to the boy stood beside you, who’d already been smiling down at you with such love in his eyes.

“Well, we are so happy to have you. Lucky to have you.” Tigris squeezed your shoulder and then stepped to the side, gesturing to both of you. “Come in, please.”

You could’ve sobbed, the feeling of being wanted, not being alone. Coryo touched a comforting hand to your arm as you stepped into the foyer, once grand, but now cracked and tired. Tigris took your coat, and the Grandma’am greeted you with open arms.

“Your dress is beautiful.” Tigris commented, and you did a quick twirl to show off the lace-up detail in the back.

“Thank you, it was my mama’s. I try to wear her dresses whenever I can.” You smoothed the ruffles of your dress, looking down lovingly at the shades of green tulle, handmade by your mother herself.

“And so you should.” Tigris reached out to touch your ruffles, too, and she smiled at you as she did so. “She had great taste.”

Coryo led you through to his bedroom, to let you drop your bag off and familiarise yourself with the place. “Thank you.” You muttered as you placed your bag on his windowsill. “For letting me come here, letting me stay. Your family are just beautiful.”

“Yeah, they’re great.” Coryo stood from his bed to join you as you looked out of his window onto the snow covered Corso, at a fresh snow angel and a family you could hear laughing from the penthouse. “I’m sure the Covey are, too. And your parents.”

“My parents were. And the Covey are. I hope one day, you can meet them.” You turned to him, that crease in your brow back.

“I’d love to.” Coryo took hold of your hand, noticing that you’d taken up an unsettled look. “Should we get some air? Grandma’am keeps roses on the roof, might be nice to see them in the snow.”

You nodded. “Yeah. That’d be nice.”

The roof was nice, you could see the entirety of the Capitol from up there - roofs engulfed in white, and the snow-covered roses were such a beautiful sight. You plucked one of the stems, after Coryo said you could, and simply stared at the thing. Back home, flowers were everywhere, they felt like warm hugs, like trips to the lake, like your mama. It was rare that you saw them growing in the Capitol.

“It’s beautiful up here.” You commented as you took a seat at the edge of the rooftop. “You can see the whole city.”

“It is beautiful.” Coryo sat next to you, shoulders touching, pinky fingers travelling closer to eachother and then pulling back, looking forward but watching eachother out of the corner of your eyes. “You’re beautiful.”

Coryo had let it slip, and he took in a deep breath and held it for a while after speaking. You tried not to let your smile get too wide, worried it would border on psychotic-looking if you let it reach it’s full potential. Beautiful, Coriolanus Snow called you beautiful.

“Oh.” Was all you could say, quietly, only loud enough to be picked up by the soft breeze and carried over to Coriolanus. “Thank you, Coryo. I think you’re beautiful.”

Coriolanus looked down and laughed, shaking his head at you. You let your pinkies intertwine, now. “You’re just saying that because I said it.”

“I mean it. Anyone would be stupid not to think it.” Then all of your fingers were locked together. And you sighed and let your head fall onto Coryo’s shoulder. He smiled to himself, and then, in a quick surge of confidence, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and decided to speak his mind.

“You know I love you, right?" He blurted out. He didn’t regret it, but he was nervous, now. If he’d learned anything this Christmas Eve, it was that you made him nervous.

"I know." You closed your eyes and breathed in the cold air, “I love you, too."

"But I mean, really love you." Coryo took his hand from yours and, instead, draped his arm around your back, fingers reaching up to fidget with your hair. “You're very easy to fall in love with."

"Hm." You hummed and removed your head from his shoulder to look up at him. Your cheeks were flushed and your breath made little clouds in between your two faces. “I think you're very easy to fall in love with, too, Coryo."

You were so close, noses touching, Coryo’s hand still twirling one lock of your hair around and around. And then your lips were on his, his hand gripping the back of your neck, kissing you with a hunger, a passion, you’d never felt before. Not feverishly, not sexual in nature, just real, raw passion. You’d meant what you said. Coriolanus Snow was incredibly easy to love, and you did. You loved him. And he loved you. Nothing else had ever seemed to simple in your entire life.

Coryo couldn’t imagine a world, now, where your lips hadn’t been on his. Where you hadn’t called him beautiful. He was on a high, an all time high, he was convinced. Snow lands on top.

The snowflakes continued falling, landing on your heads, noses, the roses. And you let them, with no resentment, no upset. Because Coryo was there, everything was easy, now.

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A little crazy

pairing: overprotective bf shanbin x s/o reader

genre: university au on unhingedness (same verse as perils, and no, it's not lasik), fluff

tw/tags: established relationship, some stereotypical characters, hanbin has a few quirks, character study lowkey, unwanted flirting, unintentional flirting, pet names, intimidation, he's sweet but a psycho, drinking, getting a lil tipsy, lowkey stalker vibes but not really, for plot purposes we will find it cute, threatening, idk how to tag this pls tell me if i missed something

wc: 2078

summary: your boyfriend is legitimately the sweetest person ever…except when someone tries to make moves on you. Then he gets…well…

a/n my advanced birthday fic for hanbin! Bc idk why I thought it was today I must have hallucinated but also idk if I have time to post on the actual day bc of real life commitments lmao whoops I struggle and try my best. Shout out to Kara aka @boysplanetmorelike for sparking this lil idea~

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It’s not like he was perfect, even if people liked to think he was. Well, yes he is very boyfriend. That’s why he’s your boyfriend.

You, of all people, can attest to the fact he isn’t perfect. You’ve seen his hair in the morning. He’s definitely not at his prettiest. Sometimes he becomes a little control freak. You know that. You’re the one who they call to get him before he makes one of the poor freshmen cry unintentionally and then ends up feeling guilty about it and apologising profusely for the rest of the day, your poor soft-hearted man. And some might argue that yes he has his little ticks but they’re only minor character flaws if they can be considered flaws at all.

If only they knew.

Those who have had the pleasure of getting to know Sung Hanbin on a more, well, personal level are probably the only ones who will ever know. Poor souls, really.

And perhaps it isn’t as effective to explain as it is to show what exactly one of his more problematic personality issues is. Let’s take one unsuspecting, innocent afternoon.

Perspective. You’ve just finished class. It’s a pleasant day. You decide to meet at one of the benches under the trees outside your building. His class finishes a bit after yours so you wait, scrolling through your phone, peaceful, unbothered.

Enter unfortunate victim. For the purpose of this exercise, he shall remain unnamed. We’ll call him Victim #444. Or well, that guy.

He’s your typical fuckboy. Good looking in a sort of lukewarm way, hugely overconfident, probably thinks he has a bigger dick than he actually does, a horrible flirt, we’ve all met that type.

You share a class together. That’s how he makes conversation. Otherwise, he might not dare to approach at that time. Your talk goes something like this.

“Hey, you’re in Choi-seongsaengnim’s class too right?”

“Yeah?” You look up from your phone and he’s just there. He takes a seat on the same bench without asking. Well, it’s public property but he’s a little closer than you would like.

“He’s such a hardass, don’t you think? Like sure, he knows the lesson but he doesn’t need to act like this is the only class we’re taking.”

“Well, I mean-”

“-Like seongsaengnim, come on, I have a life outside of trying to figure out what the fuck your lessons mean.” You can add self-absorbed and stupid to this one’s list of notable traits.

“I think-” And definitely not letting you get a word in.

“Speaking of, have you got a partner for the latest project? Because, you know, I’ve been asked but I’m happy to make an exception if you want to pair up.”

“Actually, I already have-”

“Let me give you my number so we can contact each other? Maybe meet up, you know? I’ve got a nice little place to myself on the other side of campus.”

Ugh, as if. He’s leaning in so close that you can smell his cheap cologne. Before you can get up from the bench, arms wrap around you from the back and a very familiar voice coos in your ear.

“Ahh nae sarang, sorry I’m late.”

You turn your head, leaning into him.

“Hi Binnie-yah.”

He beams at you before directing his stare at the other guy. And so it begins.

“Oh, who’s this?”

You’re pretty sure Hanbin knew who this was. He knew who everyone was and at least one notable thing about them because he was quirky like that. Well, he wasn’t known as the university’s social butterfly for nothing. And you don’t want to spoil his fun so you let the guy introduce himself.

“Ah, you’re taking that major, yeah? So Junho-yah is your senior, how is he these days?”

“Oh, ah yes, Junho-sunbaenim’s been doing well, I don’t really see him around much actually.”

And bingo. The guy starts squirming. Faster than it usually takes. Your boyfriend’s made himself comfortable even though he’s half-hunched over and resting his chin on your shoulder, looking at the other guy with an unwavering stare. Sort of the way a spider would probably look at a fly before, well, you know.

“Really, well last I heard from him, he was complaining about how disrespectful his underclassmen are…but you’re not like that, aren’t you?”

“Ah, no, of course not sunbaenim.”

You can feel Hanbin’s smile get wider, his eyes crinkling in a way that you find adorable but you suspect might not be as cute for your unfortunate companion.

“That’s good, keep up the good work. I can’t imagine how I’d feel if any of my underclassmen were being disrespectful. Ah well, actually I can….”

He pauses and you swear that the guy stops breathing.

“...and I can definitely say that they’ll be very sorry that they even tried that with me.” Hanbin continues cheerily.

Suddenly he walks over and starts patting him on the shoulder. The guy flinches back.

“So next time, remember to be on your best behaviour and keep being polite, hmm? Don’t be so obvious? Maybe try not to be so shameless, yeah?”

“Ah, yes, of course, sunbaenim. Actually I- I just remembered I- I have to go- ah- sorry to disturb um- excuse me-”

You watch as he does a roughly 90 degree bow to both of you before walking off quickly.

“Less than 5 minutes, Binnie, that’s a new record.”

And your cute boyfriend is back, pouting and grabbing at your hands and squeezing them softly. If you were anyone else, you would have gotten whiplash.

“It’s not my fault if I want you all to myself, hmmm?”

Did you mention that your boyfriend was a little off in the head? Not in the should-be-confined-to-the-mental-hospital way but that slight sort of insanity that possesses him when someone tries to go for his little brother (rip Gunwook) or his little sister or his close friends or well, you.

And everyone else? Everyone else was not safe. If murder was legal, literally everyone else would probably be fearing for their lives. Which is probably a good thing that murder isn’t legal. Those incredibly lucky bastards.

Take one of the freshmen trying to chat you up during a party. They’ve been incredibly nice all evening, pouring you drinks and asking you all sorts of thoughtful questions about the major. So yes, you’re very happy to answer and give them little tips on how to ace a certain project.

“And it’s honestly fine if you mess up a little on your first test for Hwang-seongsaengnim’s class, he’s very nice when it comes to students forgetting a few names so don’t stress too much about it and make sure to ace the extra credit he gives.”

“Oh, thank you so much sunbaenim. That’s so helpful, I’ll definitely try my best.”

You can’t help but smile. So cute. Maybe it was the alcohol but you remember how it was like being a wide-eyed, overeager freshman listening attentively to your own seniors.

“It’s really no problem. Ask me anything, anytime. Seriously, don’t be afraid if you need advice.”

You reach over to pat them, swaying just a little from the amount of soju running through your body. They’re awfully red as well. You wonder why.

“How are you getting home, sunbaenim? Do you live nearby? I can walk with you if you’re comfortable with that, I don’t think it’s too safe to be out at this time.”

“Oh it’s no worries, I’ll be taking them home.”

“Ah Hanbinnie, meet my new dongsaeng” you’re not too sure when he got here or even why he’s here but Hanbin’s incredibly warm and his hands around your waist feel so nice. 

“This is my boyfriend.” You introduce him to the freshman. He dips his head in greeting as the other nearly tips over trying to bow. You make a concerned noise, making to catch the other but Hanbin firmly keeps you from moving, letting the freshman catch themselves instead.

“So nice to meet you, we’ll get going if that’s alright. It’s really not safe to be out this late, especially with someone you barely know.” You hardly register your boyfriend’s words but you’re not that drunk that you don’t know the smile he’s giving is about 95% fake and razor-sharp.

“Ah yes, get home safely, sunbaenim. I’ll find my way back so don’t worry.”

“Oh we won’t” You think you hear Hanbin say. Maybe. Could be your imagination. Because the next moment he’s nuzzling at your neck like a very spoiled cat, arms firmly holding you up as he guides you out of the bar and into the car.

“Nae sarang, you really need to take better care of yourself or I won’t want to let you out of my sight.” He says to you softly as he practically carries you into the passenger seat. It’s sweet, well the implication behind it is kinda creepy but you know he doesn’t mean it that way. (Does he?)

“You drove here?”

“Of course, I can’t let you go home all by yourself, can I?”

Like you said, there’s just a tiny screw loose in that head of his, considering the bar where you’re drinking is over an hour away from campus. You chalk it up to it being Hanbin. He can get a little paranoid on occasion. 

And sometimes, he goes a bit psycho. A little. Not a lot. Still, according to Gunwook, it’s terrifying. You really wouldn’t know but you’ve seen it.

You’ve come to wait for his dance club to finish when someone collides into you. It’s not too hard but it still knocks you off your feet and onto the ground with a thud.

“Yah, watch where you’re going, huh? I have a performance next week and I could have injured myself.”

It’s definitely one of the newer members because you don’t recognise them. Before you can say anything, Seo Won, one of the veterans, is already helping you up and asking if you’re okay. The one that knocked you over huffs and is about to say something else when Hanbin calls their name sharply.

Your boyfriend’s eyes narrow and maybe you’re a little lightheaded from the fall but also from the way his shirt clings to his body and his hair weighed down by sweat. It’s kinda hot but you’re not admitting that out loud. Not now, at least. He calls the other member’s name again and gestures him over.

He speaks too quietly for you to hear anything. All you know is that the other’s face pales drastically and he bows several times, walking over and apologising to you before practically hightailing out of the room.

Hanbin’s all over you in a matter of seconds, practically lifting you off the ground. It’s not good for your heart. Seo Won quickly backs off.

“My poor sarang, are you okay? Do you need anything? Ice? Are you bruised anywhere? Let me check.”

You don’t ever see the person who knocked you over again. Ever. You’d wonder about it but you’ve learned that it was better not to question sometimes. Especially when Hanbin insists on carrying you around for the rest of the day and practically waits on you hand and foot until the bruises fade. And it’s just a bruise. You do admit to him later that maybe you find it attractive when he’s a shade pissed and sweaty. Maybe you both get a little sweaty after that. And later, when you’re rightfully tired and sprawled out on top of him, you think about it.

Really, you wonder what goes through his mind sometimes.

[cut scene]

Hanbin smiles, all teeth and no sympathy. It’s like the serial killer before the murder.

“You speak to anyone like that ever again and I can do injuring for you, understood? No, don’t talk, just nod if you’ve managed to get it into that head of yours, hmm?”

A nod. Hanbin likes it when they’re like this. Quiet and white-faced and sweating nervously.

“Now go apologise to them. Sincerely. Like you mean it. And then, get lost. I don’t want to see your face for awhile, yes?”

Another nod. They take one step back and make to turn around.

“Oh wait.”

They freeze.

“Remember. Sincerely, okay? And don’t think I won’t know if it isn’t.”

A final nod.

“Very good. Now go.”

They go. Hanbin sighs. God, you’re going to drive him insane one day. (He already is)

[sammysficfactory]

Rain Rain Go Away

Yuuji Itadori x black!fem!reader

tags: fluff

summary: Just a regular rainy day with your boyfriend Yuuji

wc: 0.9k

warnings: mention of food

notes: this is so cute, beta read, yuuji deserves a normal life, i love him

beta reader comments: not Love is Blind 😭, THAT LIL LAST PART WAS CUTE, had me grinning and shit 🤭

When you wake up to the quiet and calming pitter patter of rain on your window, you roll over to find your boyfriend Yuuji sleeping peacefully. You smile to yourself, he looked peaceful, uncorrupted, and unbothered by the world. You pepper light kisses on his forehead occasionally. He stirs until he seems to wake up.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” you grimace slightly, feeling bad that you might’ve disturbed his sleep. Yuuji shakes his head, his eyes closed.

“No, I was awake when you started kissing my forehead. I just didn’t want to disturb you.” he laughs quietly, his voice still bound by sleep. You roll your eyes with a smile.

“You could’ve told me you were awake, you know.” you fake an attitude, sucking your teeth. Yuuji chuckles again, finding your feigned attitude cute. He gently pulls your bonnet down a bit.

“Your bonnet was moving up, if you would’ve moved anymore in your sleep it would’ve come off.” he snorts.

“Not too much, Yuuji. We both know how wild you can sleep.” you raised your eyebrow. Yuuji pouts,

“That’s not fair, it was one time. You act like I sleep like that all the time.” he whined. You lay on your side, head propped up by your hand.

“You slept so wild that by the morning we both were on the floor. I think that’s pretty fair.” you laugh, remembering the time he hadn’t slept for almost two days and ended up taking up the whole bed, then rolling out of the bed.

Yuuji looks past you for a moment at the window, raindrops appearing and merging simultaneously. His eyes light up.

“It’s raining! We can watch our show together now that we don’t have to go out.” Yuuji spoke animatedly, clearly eager to stay inside and spend some quality time with you.

“We can. I’m on snack duty!” You quickly hop out of bed, brushing your teeth before grabbing the snacks to bring to your shared living room. Yuuji yawns and follows behind shortly. He moves kind of sluggishly, hindered by sleep.

He plops down on the couch, blankets in hand. He places a blanket on your lap before pulling you close, your head on his chest. He quickly feeds you a snack before turning on your show. Rainy days were the best in your opinion. Yuuji being a more introverted person was good for you. You liked going out with Yuuji, but there was something about impromptu dates at home that was more calming and intimate for the two of you.

So here you were, leg resting over his, head on his shoulder, watching the newest Love is Blind episodes, and judging the couples.

“They’re so corny, like to the point it’s disgusting.” Yuuji cringes at the couple on screen. You nod in agreement.

“I bet they won’t even make it out of the pods.” You snort. You take a bite of a brownie before Yuuji opens his mouth, signaling you to share. You roll your eyes and give him the last bite.

“I can’t stand you.” You suck your teeth. Yuuji kisses you on your temple before smiling mischievously.

“Well I’m glad we’re sitting down then, hm?” You push him slightly, mumbling about him being greedy under your breath.

“He’s gonna propose! Babe look!” Yuuji shakes you obnoxiously, concerningly invested in the show. You aggressively shrug him off. Sometimes he didn’t know his own strength, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

“I see! I’m watching it with you, remember?” Yuuji scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

“My bad.” You snort before looking back at the TV.

“Is it bad that I hope she says no? I don’t really like him. I think he’s weird, and not like good weird. Bad weird.” You ranted. Yuuji shakes his head. You scoot a little closer to him. He wraps an arm around you almost instinctively.

“Yeah, he is strange.” Yuuji agrees. You watch the rest of the season fairly silently, only talking occasionally to express your like or dislike of a contestant or couple. Yuuji yawns. You lift your head slightly.

“You wanna take a nap before watching the reunion?” You suggest, a little tired as well even though neither of you did much. Yuuji nods.

“Let’s nap in the bed though, I don’t like sleeping with you on the couch. Not enough room.” Yuuji rubbed his eye before standing and grabbing the blankets to put them back in the hall closet. You stand after him, grabbing the snacks and trash to put away.

You meet back in your shared bedroom, in your regular sleeping position. His arm wrapped around your torso and your head on his chest, leg lazily tossed across his waist. You sigh in content. It was still raining.

“Do you like the rain, Yuuji?” you ponder out loud.

“I think it’s nice,” Yuuji shrugs, “do you like the rain?” You nod.

“Yeah, I like it. It’s kinda calming, and it means we don’t have to go outside.” You feel your boyfriend’s chest vibrate with quiet laughter as he draws circles into your back aimlessly.

“Yeah, I guess that’s good too.” Yuuji agrees. You slowly feel your eyelids get heavier at the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, your body relaxing.

“Y/N?” Yuuji calls. You hum in acknowledgment, waiting to hear what he had to say.

“I love you.” He sighs, kissing the top of your head. You smile.

“I love you too, Yuuji.” you mumbled.

Yeah, you did like the rain.

[blasphemecel]

Matsuoka Rin — Priorities

PAIRING(S): Matsuoka Rin/Reader WORD COUNT: 4.7k TYPE: Light Angst, Making Up, Childhood friends WARNING(S): None I think? But lmk

“C’mon,” you whined, and the sound grated on Rin’s nerves. He’d spaced out and kind of missed out on what you were upset about now, but he’d known you for long enough to find your responses somewhat predictable. It was probably another race you wanted to have, or an arm wrestle, or something along those lines. You even swam with him sometimes, and to his chagrin you were decent at it.

There was a tug on his sleeve. Rin furrowed his eyebrows and frowned when he turned to look at you, only to see an irked expression on your face. “What?”

At his question, you backed away and crossed your arms, smirking before you pointed at a tree far away in the distance. “I said we should race there. You weren’t listening.”

“But we just walked all the way here from there,” he said, annoyed by your illogical whims.

“Oh, are you scared of losing? Are you a lil’ chicken?”

“I’m NOT a chicken!”

“Ok, ok, you don’t need to take it so seriously,” you said, amusement adding a sharp edge to your smile. Then you fidgeted with your pockets and tip-toed around him. “Besides, it could be our last race.”

“Why’s that?”

“I heard what you told those guys from the swim club earlier. That you’re going away to Australia…”

Rin, again, tried to gauge your reaction. Though he’d unfortunately known you since the dawn of time — being neighbors, his mom and your guardians often made it a habit to force you to hang out with him and Gou — and though he had a sixth sense for the words you said, he didn’t know how you felt most of the time. In that moment, you seemed unbothered, like his departure didn’t faze you at all.

“You weren’t going to tell me, right?”

“I so was!”

“Uh-huh.” Clearly, you didn’t believe him. “‘Cause telling people things is totally your style.”

“I’m not that bad,” he insisted with a huff, but before you could rebut his response, Rin turned heel and began sprinting towards the tree. Over his shoulder, he called out, “The loser’s gonna be a lil’ chicken!”

“Hey! CHEATER!”

You bolted after him, but with your late start, you lost. Still, you held your palm against the trunk of the tree and glared at Rin, who was leaning against it with a smug aura surrounding him. He got all up in your face and grinned. “Who’s a lil’ chicken now?!”

“You only won ‘cause you cheated. I demand a recount.”

“I don’t think that word means whatever you think it means.”

“RECOUNT!”

“No! You’re a chicken. Just accept it.”

“… Recount?”

“There’s nothing to count,” he said before he pulled down his eyelid and blew a raspberry at you. Your glare grew more evil.

On your way back, you spent most of your time pushing at each other and continuing your gratuitous argument, and your yelling had startled many bypassers on the street.

You kept track of your competitions, of course, and you were at a draw. That could’ve been enough to salvage your ego in different circumstances, but you thought Rin was the only one who ever won things of consequence between the two of you.

___

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

How’s Gou?

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW BRO I’M IN CLASS RN BRO WHY DON’T U ASK HER BRO SHE'S UR SISTER BRO NOT MINE BRO

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

What’s with you? Are you trying to be hip???

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

NOTHING DID A KOALA SHIT ON UR HEAD YET

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Eww.

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Are you gonna be home for New Year’s?

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

YEAH WHY

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

DUDE ANSWER

___

Deep down, you’d been excited when Rin’s mom called you over since he was visiting for the holidays. Texts between you were sparse and by god he was terrible at replying, though you often returned the favor out of pettiness.

You didn’t have anything in mind for this afternoon and greeted Gou by ruffling her hair as usual, but Rin seemed cross and distant when you first caught a glimpse of him. Apparently your reunion didn’t move him too much.

You trailed behind him to his room where no one else could hear your conversation. “You ok?”

He shrugged and sat down on his old bed. His room was like a relic and as you scanned it, you found that everything was where he left it, or at least the things he didn’t take to Australia. There were some framed photos of you and him strewn about, but the one from the relay seemed to be missing. Something suspiciously bitter settled in your stomach, but you ignored it.

“Did something happen?”

“It’s just… I dunno, do you think swimming’s worth it?”

“Huh? Why not?” you asked, wondering what kind of stupid question that was. “Don’t you literally go to a swimming school now, abroad?”

“This is stupid,” Rin warned, since he knew you’d probably scold him for being a stupid pansy when you heard the rest of his statement. There was a distant sadness you recognized in his expression and that only confused you further while you waited for his explanation. “I keep losing. I don’t have a natural calling for it.”

“You’re comparing yourself to that guy,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

Rin blinked. “What guy?” he asked, even though it was obvious you were talking about Haru.

“Uh, what’s his name? Nanase?”

“You don’t understand! It’s not just him.”

“Whatever,” you said with a shake of your head. “Forget I said anything.”

It was unlike you to back down from a disagreement like this, but Rin was glad to leave it. Both of you were too young to understand. Maybe your hesitance to push came because this was much more serious than either of you realized.

___

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Hey Have you seen Haru and the others around? How’re they doing?

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

U CORNY ASS FREAK ASK THEM YOURSELF

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

First of all, shut up, I’m NOT a cornball. Second of all, how am I supposed to ask? I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m on another continent. Tho it wouldn’t surprise me if you somehow missed out on that

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

WHAT, U DON’T EVEN HAVE THEM ON LINE OR SOMETHING? JEEZ MAN

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Yeah, I don’t. Listen I don’t care or anything, I was just a little curious is all.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

COOOOOOOOOORNY FREAK

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Stop saying that

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

CORNY FREAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

SERIOUSLY I’M SERIOUS.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

IDC I KNOW UR A CORNY FREAK DEEP DOWN

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

I’M BLOCKING YOU

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

U WOULDN’T Message couldn’t be delivered. Tap to try again.

___

Rin scrolled through your messages for the nth time. He probably spent more time doing this — lamenting — than he did responding. When he thought of you, remembered the details of your face, he saw someone fundamentally different from himself. Someone who was self-sufficient.

If you were in his predicament, you wouldn’t sweat it. Loneliness didn’t bother you, and though he never asked, he knew you were doing just fine without him. It was how you were. You brushed off everything with ease, and he recalled the indifference he sensed from you when you first found out he was going away with great distaste.

Stupid you, he thought as he scrunched his nose like the abstract idea of you was now appalling. He swiped back up to the beginning of some dry, mundane conversation he had with you and reread it again.

___

The last few years, for you, had passed by in a blur. Nothing of note ever happened.

As you were a second year, there was nothing special about the first day of school. Actually, you never found the beginning of the school year remarkable, but it seemed even less interesting now that you’d gone through the first rodeo of high school. It signified that your stale vacation days would transition into a different type of monotony and nothing more.

When Gou weaseled her way inside your classroom during recess, you didn’t think much of it. She liked catching up with you from time to time, so her seeking out your presence wasn’t that unusual. You weren’t prepared for her to rub her neck and sheepishly ask, “Sorry to bother you… Has my brother talked to you recently?”

“I think we texted a few weeks back,” you said. “Why are you asking? Something going on?”

She blinked in realization since you seemed none the wiser to his return. “Um, no, I mean… I mean, yeah, he isn’t responding. And I’m a little worried about it. But have you seen him?”

“Uh, last time we saw him was this New Year’s,” you reminded, giving her a weird look. For a second you entertained the idea she was going crazy, but then she graced you with an off-put expression, too.

“Seriously? He didn’t tell you he came back either?” Her tone sounded incredulous when she realized that must be the case, but worry settled in her stomach. Why was her brother acting so strange? He hadn’t informed anyone, even you.

“What? He came back? Like, here in Japan?”

“Yeah! I was worried because I haven’t seen him since he’s going to Samezuka, and he’s not responding to my messages either… So I thought maybe you’d know if he’s doing alright.” There was an exasperated throw of her hands. Following her explanation, Gou frowned. “I guess not.”

Your lips pressed into a straight line while this information registered in your head, eyes absent when you looked away. “Yeah, I guess not.”

___

Rin was different.

You were the same.

That was what he thought when he saw you standing in front of his dorm room with your arms crossed and a smug smile on your face — that even if you looked older, even if your features were sharper and more grown-up, you were the same. Your bravado reminded him of when you’d challenge him to arbitrary contests and how you kept a tally of your wins and losses. He assumed you still did so when you sent him invites to compete in stupid mobile games, too.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, voice even. Maybe you had come to ask him to race against you again, and to rub it in his face if you won. You won a lot. Too much for someone who didn’t do proper competitive sports.

You kicked yourself off the wall and grinned. “Greetings, asshole.”

“Seriously? No welcome back hug? No ‘I missed you so much’? Just going straight to the name-calling?” Rin asked. He tried to sound humorous when he said it, but it still came out flat, like he wasn’t into it.

“Jerks who ignore their sisters don’t get hugs, no.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, does Gou tattle her troubles to you now? Have I been replaced?”

“You called her a crybaby the last time she whined to you.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

You stared at each other blankly.

“None of this explains why you’re creepily standing in front of my room, waiting to ambush me, though,” he said, after a while of uncomfortable silence.

“Breaking inside indoor pools isn’t really my style,” you said, waving your hands. As much as you tended not to pay attention to anything around you, word had traveled around after Haru, Makoto and Nagisa got scolded for visiting Samezuka late at night. All things considered, what you were doing was not that concerning. Campus security let you in and everything. “Like, I’m not that desperate, you know?”

His expression dimmed at your mention of last night’s incident when he both won and lost against Haru — not that you knew. You pursed your lips when you noticed his shift in demeanor before you continued,

“Besides, is it so wrong to wanna see my good ol’ buddy? Maybe it is, considering you didn’t tell me you were here and all.”

Rin at least had the decency to seem embarrassed, even if he didn’t rush to fall to his knees and grovel for your forgiveness.

“I… was meaning to tell you,” he settled on.

You leaned against the wall again like his answer exhausted you, hands sneaking back inside your pockets. It made him nostalgic to see you do your usual mannerisms, but just about anything made him long for the past those days. Even stupid things like this — like the way you fussed with your clothing.

“You didn’t,” you said.

“I didn’t, but you’re still here.”

There was a hint of displeasure in what he said. Maybe he didn’t like surprises, maybe he just didn’t want to see you. Your lips twitched as if you were about to frown, but the motion was short-lived. You stayed there with your usual stony expression, not amused, but certainly not angry or hurt.

You asked, “Why didn’t you?”

There were many ways to approach this question, so Rin didn’t.

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Just didn’t get around to it.”

“You wanna go somewhere? Or do you have club activities or something?”

Rin wasn’t surprised to figure out you weren’t in a club. He’d asked a few times over text to distract you from your questions about swimming, but the answer was always no. Not your kind of thing, you’d say. That you weren’t a team player, you’d continue. You didn’t take the areas you were gifted in seriously.

“I’m not in a club either,” he said. “I was just about to sign up, actually.”

“You’re not already in the swimming club? Weird.”

“I wasn’t going to, but, well. Things happen.”

This seemed to confuse you even further, but some sort of recognition flashed across your face. Rin wondered what it was that you realized, but you didn’t comment on it. All you said was, “You better get to it now then, right?”

You raised your hands again in mock surrender and took a step forward like you were about to go. Rin almost gave into the urge to stop you from leaving because he could hang out with you and- and it’d be a good time, probably. Like when you’d come over near New Year’s when he was visiting and play board games with him, or when you were the only one to entertain him in stupid conversations over the phone for around four years. The usual.

He could easily sign up for the swim club tomorrow, but he let his arm flap back to his side. He didn’t want you to think he was pathetic and needy or whatever. And Rin wanted Haru to know he could beat him any day. You’d respect him more if he accomplished that, right? If he showed you he was alright on his own, all this time, then…

His gaze lingered on your retreating figure until you disappeared from sight.

___

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Sorry, things were kinda bad between us last time. I think.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

EHHHH WHATEVER

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

DOES THAT MEAN U’LL STOP IGNORING KOU?

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

I don’t ignore her

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

SHE’S WORRIED ABT U MAN

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Well,

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

?

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Didn’t mean to send that one. I just, you know, she doesn’t HAVE to be worried

___

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

I’ve got a swimming tournament coming up. Wanna swing by?

FROM: (You) TO: RIN

IG

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

What.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

I GUESS* SO UR NOT UNSURE ABT SWIMMING STUFF ANYMORE?

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Well yeah. Didn’t know you remembered that. Anyway it’s not a big deal, I just have a score to settle in the prelims, so I was kind of hoping you’d be there.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

R U DOING THAT RELAY THING?

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

No. Only the freestyle.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

BUT U ALWAYS LIKED THE RELAY THE MOST

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

It’s not really up to me. Are you game or not?

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

HARU AND THEM STARTED A SWIMMING CLUB THIS SCHOOL YEAR IS THIS ABT THAT

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

GOU’S THEIR MANAGER SHE TELLS ME ABT THEM AND THEIR MUSCLES SOMETIMES

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Is she doing alright? They’re not bothering her are they??? The boys in the swimming club

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

OH C'MON THEY’RE UR FRIENDS U KNOW DAMN WELL SHE'S OK AND THAT THEY’RE NOT BOTHERING HER

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

They’re not my friends.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

IF THEY’RE NOT UR FRIENDS HOW COME UR SWIMMING FREESTYLE

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Whatever that’s supposed to mean

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

U KNOW I’M NOT THAT DEMENETED OR IGNORANT NANASE-SAN ALWAYS OBSESSED OVER FREESTYLE SWIMMING. U TOLD ME ABOUT IT THIS IS ABOUT HIM AGAIN ISN’T IT

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

I don’t think you’re demented or ignorant.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

YES U DO

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Listen I asked you a pretty simple question which is do you wanna come watch me at the tournament in two days? If the answer’s no, say no. It’s quite literally THAT easy to answer.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

OH U KNOW I’LL BE THERE STOP BEING EMO AND GIMME THE LOCATION???

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

I’M NOT EMO. Take that back.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

NO :D

___

Your classmates were distracting. You stood upright on the other side of the stadium or… whatever it was, shifting around, adjusting your weight from your left hip to your right and then back to your left. Whispers and chatter got inside one ear and out the other, but you could still hear them, screaming something like ‘Go, Haru!’ or whatever.

However, you were here to watch Rin, not to cheer on your school. Your elbows dug into the railing, your palm imprinted on your cheek as you boredly assessed the scene in front of you. Rin didn’t see you in the crowd, or at least you assumed he didn’t. Couldn’t have — he was focused on Haru, who was next to him.

You wondered if he’d finally be satisfied after this. Probably not.

And Rin was good at swimming. You knew he had his gripes with it even though he never really told you anything of substance about whatever he was going through, but you watched him now, and he had the lead. He was even better than you’d expected. Sometimes he was flimsy when you two were younger, but you could tell that wasn’t the case anymore.

The race didn’t last long at all. It went by so fast, you had to wonder if anyone would ever come watch these for fun.

You saw him mouth something to Haru, then he walked off while the other boy was dazed by his loss. Again, you were confused since you knew Nanase-san didn’t really care about winning, but this was always more than that, wasn’t it?

You closed your eyes and contemplated the matter, then nodded sagely to yourself. Yes, of course, things were never that simple when corny freaks were involved.

Since you didn’t care about any of the Rin-less events, you took your leave and headed for the exit. There was a load of nothing you needed to do until the end of the day, after all.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

CONGRATS WELL DONE

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Thankssssss Are you coming tomorrow too?

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

OH YEA CUZ U ADVANCED

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Did you leave? Nevermind. I’ll be swimming in the relay tomorrow, so wait around to see it.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

YAY.

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

How the hell am I supposed to decipher this message

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

HAPPY FOR YOU.

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Wtf why the sarcastic punctuation

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

NOTHING MAN I’M JUST PLAYING

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Stop It’s weird that you know what a full stop is.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT

___

As promised, you occupied the same spot you did the day before, watching. Waiting. Even before the whistle blew to announce the start of the race, you could tell Rin was in a bad mood. What was his deal again? The sigh you let out was almost involuntary.

Though you knew him to be moody, you didn’t think it’d impact his performance. He was dead last and he wasn’t moving in the water like he usually would. A frown pulled at your face, weighing your skin down. It was clear he wouldn’t place in number one, but at least there was still the other thing he told you he’d compete in.

He’d better not have invited you just to embarrass himself. You strolled toward the building where the swimmers headed. Maybe you’d try to talk it out with him? Not that your attempts at conversation ever amounted to much, especially when you tried to be serious.

You snuck your way in and bristled when Rin rammed into you, seemingly in a hurry. You blinked. “Where the hell are you going?”

“None of your business,” he said. Maybe out of habit.

“Huh? You invited me here.”

Rin shook his head, but halted, anyway.

“You’ve gotta do the relay,” you added. “Seriously, where are you going?”

His eyes went watery at your remark and you looked at him like he grew a second head. He was acting way more emotional than usual, and you didn’t get it at all.

You spoke again. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

“You won against Nanase-san yesterday,” you said.

He crossed his arms, but you could tell he was growing irritated with you. Or maybe it’d been stirring for a while, and now it boiled over. “Why does everything have to be about him?”

You glared at him. Okay, perhaps you were a little pissed at him, too. “I don’t know, you tell me. You’re-”

“I’m not his friend,” he insisted, knowing what you were about to say. “That was in the past.”

“Literally why are you doing this?”

“I don’t need anyone. I don’t need you. Just leave!”

“You asked me to stay yesterday! Hypocritical idiot.”

To prove your point, you pulled your phone out of your pocket to show him exactly what he had said, but Rin only groaned and gestured at you to stop, that there was no need to, his hands around yours. There was that aloof sadness in his expression again, but he quickly masked it with anger. “You don’t even like me. Why are you even here? Why do we still talk to each other?”

You pulled away from him, staring incredulously after the nonsense he’d just said. “What?”

“You don’t like anyone,” Rin said, pointing an accusatory finger in your face. He was scowling. You hadn’t really seen him act like this before Australia. Had he snapped at anyone else ever since he came back? “You don’t- need anyone. And I don’t…”

“Oh, shut up,” you said, raising your tone to match this. “Just shut up! You have so many friends who still care about you even though you’ve been acting like a tool lately.”

“Do you care?” Rin snapped.

It was like you were seeing him for the first time. Like the answer to that question was pertinent, some conviction lied underneath his aggression, but you didn’t question why that might be. Instead, you were offended.

You laughed. “Do I care? Do I care? I’m not always watching you chase after anyone else who isn’t me for you to ask me that.”

“I don’t chase-”

“Yeah, you don’t chase people, blah blah.”

“Be careful wording things like that,” he said, and out of nowhere, he tried to be playful. Rin was backtracking — you seemed angry with him now, which he hadn’t considered you might be when he first took to yelling at you. It was stupid, but he’d never managed to get under your skin before. Still, it wasn’t like you’d ever had such a huge fight before, either. “I might think you’re jealous.”

Your face went slack the way it tended to do. “You know what? Maybe I’m jealous.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“‘Cause you have all these friends, and all you care about is… insisting they’re not your friends? Or something? What’s your damage, man? I don’t have any other friends, just you. I admit it, I’m a loser. Ok? Yeah, I’m jealous of you. And I’m jealous Nanase-san’s always on your mind instead of me.”

You pushed him away with as much strength as you could muster. Rin’s mouth opened and you wondered if he was about to argue with you further or what. What more he had to say, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t stay around to hear it — just ran off, back to the stands.

The relay was last. You’d wasted a lot of time bad mouthing each other in the corridors, and you couldn’t believe you admitted to all that, but anyhow it wasn’t a while of waiting for it to come.

Deep down, you were a corny freak all along. The realization embarrassed you. You thought about leaving, about not watching, but didn’t have it in you. Truly, you were turning into somebody you didn’t recognize.

Rin was easy to pick out in a crowd. For you, anyway. So you had no idea what the hell he was doing in the same row as your classmates instead of the guys from his school. It seemed he was swimming in place of the nerdy one, and for a moment, he scanned the crowd until he saw you.

Were you the problem? His problem? He was smiling and laughing with Nanase-san and the others, but the moment your eyes met each other, he turned crestfallen again.

Your shoulders slumped.

And he was happy to swim with them again, as you thought he’d be. Seeing him like this reminded you of how he used to act before Australia.

And you’d never had that effect on him.

You didn’t care if they’d finish first or last or in the mediocre middle, you decided, as you left after all.

___

Sprawled over your couch, you fed yourself grapes and imagined yourself as some kind of ancient royalty, beloved by many subjects.

Were you in a crisis? You’d heard people did strange things when they were going through a midlife crisis, but you preferred to believe you weren’t middle-aged yet.

There was a knock on the door. You rose from your seat and slouched forward to look through the peephole in case it was a kidnapper, or worse, a salesperson, only to see Rin in front of you. With a practiced neutrality — what were the chances he’d forgotten those humiliating things you spewed at him? — you opened and leaned against the doorframe like a greaser from a shitty movie.

“‘Sup?”

“I’m such an asshole,” he blurted out.

You weren’t expecting that. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry, I just- This is so stupid. You’re always so… naturally tough, I guess, and sometimes I wanted to carry myself more like you. Especially since I was so lonely in Australia, and I thought you’d never let that get to you, and- I never even thought I could hurt your feelings and- I don’t know- I’m sorry. Maybe I was jealous of you, too.”

“Of course I’m not above getting in my feelings,” you said. “I’m not a robot.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he told you for the third time.

You looked to the side. “I didn’t mean to make it look like I don’t care about you, either.”

Should you let him inside? Did he even want to hang out with you now that you’ve both said your apologies? Or would that be too awkward? Or was the fact you were leaving him on your doorstep to stand there like a dirty unwanted dog the uncomfortable part?

As you pondered all these pressing topics, Rin reached out for you, reluctant. You wondered what he was doing until he wrapped his hesitant arms around you in an embrace. Your face twisted in a grimace like hugging was some alien gesture you didn’t understand the meaning of.

When you got used to it, you returned the gesture stiffly and patted him on the back with one of your hands.

It felt kind of nice, actually.

[vmlnrz]

B.K

lil suggestive

“Apologies.”

Another stranger says again on the crowded train. Keisuke gritted his teeth in annoyance every time someone would bump into his back. He's only concerned cause it's making you flustered. He stood tall in front of you— cornering you. There was no other option. Every seat was occupied. You were looking anywhere but at him, he occasionally stole glances at you. You looked so small, so uncomfortable. Another stranger bumping had him leaning forward, closer to you. He saw how you clutched your backpack tighter. He thought it would be better to just contain himself in front of you than turning to smack the next person who bumps into him.

He has seen you and had you much closer than this before, so why does him caging you through the whole train ride got you so shy?

Another long glance he has at you had a little fire boosting in him. It's of excitement. Especially since you met eyes with him for a mere second. Suddenly, he’s reminded of his rebellion. How somewhat wrong things feel so right. And how he is with his best friend's sister, even when he had gotten numerous warnings.

The time felt long before you and Keisuke were off the train. You walked several steps ahead of him, he didn't bother changing his pace. He doesn't know if you're trying to get away from him but calling your name was worth a shot.

You turned around to face him and he had nothing to say.

He uses the silence to make up words in his mind to speak out as quickly.

“I uh, told Chifuyu not to walk with me today. Wanted to be with ya.”

You are no different from him, taking up a few seconds just to respond with an ok.

“Let's do something, yeah?”

Places were always private. His room or your room. Quiet staircases or empty hallways under circumstances sometimes.

It was the college rooftop. Both leaning against the railings, nothing really was there to do—physically. Apart from that, he brings up the thing he has in his mind.

“You're ok?”

It wasn't exactly what he wanted to ask. It was more specific in his mind. Somehow, you managed to understand what he really meant. You knew that he knew something was off.

“Taka-nii told it would be awkward between you and him if...” You're already in this thing with Keisuke. “But, he also says, 'cause, you're a delinquent so—”

He fears your next words would be let's break up, even if nothing between you two is established. Let's stop seeing each other is another possibility. You decide to stay silent though.

Bullshit. That so-called bro code. He remembers Kazutora mentioning it— to never date your best friend’s sister.

“I expected Mitsuya to be more understanding,” If anything, Keisuke is ready to beat your brother up. “He turned out to be hypocritical as well.”

The fire boosts in him again. The rebellious acts he does. The excitement. With a swift pull on your arm, he has you so close to him. Your hands rested on his chest that had landed there involuntarily due to the sudden tug. He circled your waist, the other hand cradling your face so gently. His lips ghosted over yours.

Keisuke was helpless. You're drifting apart from him. He could do nothing knowing that you believe you needed Takashi’s approval to keep seeing him.

“Luna, who's at the door?”

“See for yourself, ne-chan.”

Days passed when you kept turning him down. So he kept showing up at your house unexpected, unbothered to getting caught.

He’d let you lead him to wherever. The rooftop usually. He would only kiss you there. The kiss so—feathery. So soft, so warm, never wanting to end. But alas it did.

Shame was all you felt when you turn to meet your eyes with Takashi. Such a shame— to get seen by your brother in an intimate act. Kei tugs you to rest your forehead on his chest— to hide your face cause he knew you were too ashamed to face your brother.

“What happened to you saying you won't ever date a delinquent?” Takashi feels awkward already. “Be home in five minutes,” He's turned to walk down when Keisuke’s voice stops him.

“Do you not trust me?”

Takashi scoffs, “You're a delinquent.”

“You're literally her brother—who’s also a delinquent, how is she any less safe with me?”

“Be down in five minutes,” As tragic as it sounds, Keisuke believed that Takashi believed in that damn bro code.

Bullshit. Keisuke’s walking with his hands angrily shoved in his pockets. Absolutely bullshit. He's kicking the tiny stones in anger, getting even more upset that he misses the kick and he's forced to find a new stone to kick on the way. Fucking bullshit!

What if Takashi is the reason why whatever you and Keisuke have between each other can't get any further cause you're afraid? Keisuke clicks his tongue. There are no more rocks on the way to kicks. What if Takashi didn't interrupt the session you and Keisuke had on the rooftop? Keisuke stomps on a dried leaf in annoyance as the thought still irritated him— he didn't even get to thoroughly kiss you. What if, right now, Takashi is scolding you? What if he's setting up more rules for you? What if—

He stops in his tracks. If not getting scolded, you're probably having dinner right now. If he’ll go back to you on his bike, you would probably be in your room by then. He doesn't think twice. He had already hopped on his bike.

He regrets kicking those stones on the way, it's ridiculous. He could've carried them and used them to make noise on your window.

“Caught.”

The source of the voice which happens to be beside him made him step back in suddenness. He almost cursed but was cut off by the glare of the little child. “Hakkai copy,” Ah yes. She still thinks Kei plagiarized Hakkai’s hairstyle tho it's more accurate the other way around. “Only for ne-chan.” Luna opens her fist, revealing her most precious, most delicious candies.

“So you're not a devil spawn after all,” Luna’s heart shatters as she sees all of the candies being taken from her. “Don't cry, kid. I'll get you 50 of these.” He says before he starts throwing them to your window. Two at a time to make bigger impact.

A smile involuntarily makes its way to his face after seeing you peep out. Initially surprised, then your heart softens. You gesture to Luna to be back home, ready to jump into his arms after she rushes back inside.

Unfortunate for him, he was about to place the most dramatic kiss on your forehead but you leave his embrace and stand on your feet.

He smiles when you wrap your arms around his waist, even if it was just some measures while on his bike. “Freshen up and help set the dinner,” Keisuke makes a confused noise at your statement. “That was all he said since I got home.”

Oh.

Takashi’s upset.

“Yesterday, I forgot to run errands. Taka-nii had to do double the work.” He glances at the mirror of his bike. Your face showed guilt. “That’s why he couldn't take Luna and Mana out to the fair.”

You envied your little sisters when they would get pampered. Sadly, being only a year younger than Takashi, you held as many responsibilities as him.

The sound of the wind was accompanied by the silence of guilt from both of you. Only if yesterday Keisuke kept his hands to himself, you would've had time to do your errands.

The silence was long enough till when you two reached his home. He hugged you from behind. He knew the silence was gonna be around for long, at least not an uneasy one now.

The position moved only that now you're in his room, seated between his legs as he still holds you from behind, promising on doing nothing perverted.

You think you can fall asleep like this. You're leaned back to make yourself comfortable while he nuzzles into your neck. Just like that— minutes pass with rather a silence that's soon getting comfortable. He loved it that you let him hold you for so long, that you ruffled his hair. The tiredness only seemed to grow as the minutes pass on. Maybe an hour is about to pass. The silence was no longer there. It's passed an hour now. He decides to plant kisses on your neck. They're innocent tho.

“Keisuke~!” The sound of the front door opening was heard, “Son I'm home!” he didn't budge. “Is Y/N here?” This time, the both of you were alarmed.

It was time the two of you would get caught. He walks to the living room, you following after. Your breath hitched, as you've been caught yet again. “Taka-nii?” He was holding onto shopping bags you assumed he helped Kei’s mom till home.

While Kei’s mom scolds him for sneaking a girl out, she also adds— ”well, it was about damn time you bring a girl home.” she laughs. Only if she knew this wasn't the first time. “Your brother’s worried about you being out this late.”

Takashi chuckles, “Mana is a snitch by the way.”

“There's two devils.” Kei snickers.

“We're accompanying the Mitsuya family tomorrow at the fair alright? But now it's late, she should be home ok?”

So Takashi did converse with his mom on the way up he figures. The way his mom spoke felt like she's convincing him to not cry after you leave. Which felt true with the way he was holding onto you the whole time.

“Y/N cmon now,” Mumbling a little hai you follow your brother out.

Kei’s mom laughs as she sees the expression on her son’s face. It became rare as he grew up. And he looked as if he was about to cry. “Oi, go follow them till down.”

“Right!” Putting his shoes back on roughly, he rushes to follow up immediately while his mother alerts him to be careful.

“Mitsuya!”

Although calling for the older one, both of you turn around.

“So uh,” Takashi raises his eyebrows as he watches Keisuke fumbling to find the right words. “It's not that anymore right?”

“What?”

“The thing— that yknow.”

He waits for Keisuke to speak what he wanted to speak.

“You don't believe in that anymore right?”

A scoff. Then an ongoing maniacal laugh made Keisuke turn red as he walked to grab Takashi’s collar while he laughed unhinged. “Oi! Stop laughing!”

“Sorry sorry! The bro code Kazutora told?” Mitsuya wipes the tears from the corner of his eyes from laughing so hard.

A laugh was heard from your side as well and you turned your head away to avoid Keisuke’s glare.

“Seriously dude, I’d tell you to take care of her, but what you really need to do take care of yourself.”

“Hah?”

“If Luna and Mana are two devils, then Y/N’s the third one. She's not modest at all and very irresponsible.”

“Ni-chan!”

“You're the fourth devil Mitsuya Takashi,” If anyone, Keisuke knows the reason behind your irresponsibility.

“What can I say, Mitsuya’s are truly devils dressed as angels.” You chuckle at your brother’s comment. “Now. You're still holding onto my collar.”

“Taka-nii...”

“Yeah yeah, you two have time till I start my bike. Nothing too scandalous ‘kay?”

When you cheerfully nod, he walks leaving you two alone. If you think you're happier then you're wrong. Keisuke loves you more and that's not up for debate that he’s happier. Keisuke holds your face in his hands as he presses that dramatic kiss on your forehead which he meant to do earlier. The same dramatic kiss was about to be pressed on your lips but a loud beep beats him.

“On thin ice! I said not too scandalous!” And that still-alive boost of excitement made Kei hug you tighter as he shows a middle finger to Takashi in response.

[oumaheroes]

I wish you would write a fic where porteng are hanging out and the bft are observing them. Bonus if tonio and gil are trying to reassure fran who's a lil jealous of their easy friendship <3

I had to do this as human AU because when France gets jealous, he gets malicious and political rather than sad. He also wouldn't really be jealous over England, they're both a bit too arrogant and comfortable in their intimacy to be worried about that, so human AU we go

This was written waiting in airports and trainstations on my phone, so bear with me for typos and other errors

.......

'Who's he supposed to be again?'

Francis looked through the crowd spread about in Alfred's packed and messy living room to where Arthur and another man were stood in a corner by the stairs, lit purple and blue by gaudy moodlights. Arthur was smiling wide enough to show the dimple in his right cheek, casually leant against the wall with one hand by his side as the man he was talking to bent his head to say something into his ear.

Francis gave a tight shrug and picked up his drink from the low coffee table he was sat in front of, 'A friend from uni.'

'Hmm,' Gilbert finished his drink and held the glass by the rim, 'Why's Arthur not mentioned him before?'

'He has, though usually offhandedly: "A friend of mine did this, a friend of mine once did that"- that sort of thing.'

'They're all the same person?'

'Usually. The one who lives in Portugal.'

'What about the guy he almost-'

'That's the guy he almost.'

Gilbert winced and tilted his head to the side consideringly, 'I don't like him. The guy, I mean but to be honest sometimes Arthur's a cunt too.'

'His name is Gabriel.'

'No, his name is Arthur.'

'Ha ha.'

'I don't care.' Gilbert rolled his shoulders carelessly, 'Looks like an arsehole.'

Francis smiled, more than aware of what Gilbert was trying to do and appreciating it wholeheartedly, 'He's not, which is the most annoying thing. He's wonderfully charming.'

'You're wonderfully charming and you're still an arsehole,' Gilbert helpfully pointed out.

Francis snorted, 'Sadly, Gabriel is very different. More wholesome.'

'Ah, so like me. A real charmer.'

A bark of laughter and then Antonio sat down heavily on the sofa next to Francis, a fresh drink in hand that he skillfully avoided spilling, 'Gilbert, you've not had the displeasure of meeting yourself.'

Gilbert frowned at him and gestured expectantly when Antonio looked at him blankly, 'Where's my drink?'

Antonio looked confused, 'I told you I wasn't getting you one.'

'I thought you were joking.'

'Why would that be a joke!'

'Oh for the love of-'

'What are we talking about?' Antonio turned to Francis almost pleadingly.

'Nothing.'

'We're talking about Mr tight trousers and Lord stick up the arse over here,' Gilbert gestured his empty glass towards Arthur and Gabriel in the corner, 'Why's he staying with you two, by the way. Aren't there any hotels free for him?'

'We invited him to stay.'

'"We"?'

'We,' Francis said firmly and took another long sip of his drink, wrinkling his nose as he caught too much of the bottom dregs of his beer, 'Arthur mentioned that he was looking to come over on holiday and I told him to extend the invitation.'

Gilbert and Antonio exchanged a look.

'Even though they almost-?'

Francis shook his head and tried to appear unbothered, 'It was a long time ago; they're just friends.'

Arthur had told him this. Francis had believed him, still did believe him but then again... Then again the two had a closeness that couldn't be hidden, an easy intimacy from many years which Francis thought that he alone managed to bring out of Arthur. His rare open smiles, his softness- things that previously he thought Arthur showed only him.

Francis had no doubts at all that Arthur loved him, nor did he fear that Arthur still loved Gabriel at all. It was over a decade ago. But to see Arthur's true, open self with another person was disarming, no matter what Francis wanted to believe, and was hard to swallow. Naively, arrogantly, a part of Francis had believed that no one else had ever been able to make Arthur as happy as he did.

That was unfair. Francis had close, intimate friends. So could Arthur. It was cruel to think he'd never had any before.

Francis swirled the dregs of his drink, feeling ashamed of himself. He was supposed to be here to celebrate Alfred's birthday, not mope on a sofa over nothing but his own mental spirals.

He was about to make the offer to Gilbert when Arthur's laughter rang out above the music and general chatter, causing Francis to once again look his way. He was shaking his head at Gabriel, bent over and weakly slapping at his arm. He staggered, a shift of his weight too clumsy, and Gabriel immediately caught him before he fell, an arm slipped around his waist to right him.

Francis turned away, forcing away the unreasonable bitter feeling in his chest.

'Hey,' Antonio nudged him in the side, 'Want a drink?'

'Oh! Oh I see how it is,' Gilbert scowled and gave an exaggerated huff, 'You offer him a drink.'

'Yes, but-'

'No no, don't bother to explain yourself. Don't retroactively defend your favouritism.'

'Gilbert, it's not-'

'Woe is me!' Gilbert's lamenting only grew louder. A cluster of people sat on the window seat nearby looked their way, 'Friendless and alone! Better I learn the lesson sooner rather than later.'

'Gilbert stop-'

Francis laughed and stood, patting Antonio on the shoulder, 'Come on, we'll all go.'

'I shouldn't have to go, he should get me one!'

'Stop fussing and get up,' Francis nudged him.

'Ugh.' Gilbert allowed Francis to pull him up and carefully manoeuvred his way around the table. 'This is a piece of shit,' he said, bopping it with his knee, 'Have you told Alfred that?'

'Yes, several times.'

'Where is the bastard anyway?'

'I saw him out by the pool,' Antonio said with a glint in his eye, 'He was quite tucked away though, I only saw him by accident. Looked to be having fun.'

Gilbert narrowed his eyes, 'What did you see?'

Antonio averted his eyes quickly and got to his feet, 'Nothing.'

'Bullshit; you saw something. Come on, gimme the tea.'

'No! I didn’t see anything.'

'You can't just say that Alfred "looked to be having a good time" and not elaborate. Who with?'

'It's not my business.'

'Oh sure, you just want to keep it to yourself until you need to use it to blackmail or get something from him, you sly bastard.'

'I don't do that-'

'You're not leaving already, are you?'

A hand grabbed at Francis' arm, familiar cool fingers insistent for his attention. He stopped.

Arthur had pushed his way across the room, Gabriel fast in tow. His shirt was loose about the neck, collar too wide so that his collarbone slipped free on one side and his hair was ruffled and wild from the heat of the summer night. Francis wanted to brush it back from his face, smooth the day from him, but held back. He knew Arthur far too well- it wouldn't be appreciated in public.

'Just getting another drink,' he said, then leaning closer so that only Arthur could hear him, 'It's far too early to leave; you're not drunk enough for the night to be late'

Arthur gave him a flat look and moved to show Gabriel over this shoulder, opening him into the conversation, 'Gilbert, Antonio, I want to introduce you to someone. This is my friend, Gabriel.'

'It's so lovely to meet you.' Before Gilbert could move, Gabriel had moved in to kiss him warmly on the cheeks, before catching hold of his hands to give them a firm, slow shake, 'I've heard so many things about you. Gilbert, isn't it?'

'Yeah,' disarmed, Gilbert floundered, 'Though whatever Artie-Pants has told you about me is probably a lie.'

'Don't call me that.'

'So far, you're living up to expectation.' Gabriel laughed and clapped him in the back, moving to greet Antonio a similar way.

As Francis watched, Arthur's hand quietly threaded into his. He gave it a small squeeze.

Are you alright?

Francis squeezed back, rubbing his thumb over Arthur's knuckle. I'm fine.

One final squeeze, the slightest increase of pressure, and Arthur let go, 'Come on idiot, let's get you shitfaced on the good wine Alfred hides from Matthew.'

[corpse-a-diem]

We See Dead People || Lil & Erin

TIMING: Two Weeks Ago (before Jonas' hospital incident) PARTIES: Lil (@the-lil-exorcist) & Erin (@corpse-a-diem LOCATION: A Latte to Love SUMMARY: Erin runs into her first medium and bombards a very gracious Lil. CONTENT WARNINGS: none

If there was one good thing about going out in public anymore, it was that if there was a ghost meandering along sidewalks or businesses, it was hard to tell–sometimes, anyway. They blended with the regular populous and if Erin had her blinders secured, she’d be able to ignore mostly everything else. But it’d been a while since she’d had a well-brewed cup of coffee, and despite the corny name, A Latte to Love had some of the best in town. The day had been long and the pile of paperwork on her desk promised an even longer evening. She didn’t know how her dad had done this side of the job for decades and she missed the days where she could hole up down in the mortuary and work to her heart’s content. Alone. Just her and the dead people that didn’t talk back.

Coffee in hand, she turned towards a free spot in the corner. Tucked neatly away from the busy atmosphere and surprisingly with a good view of the street. People walking to and from work, walking their dogs, but she was surprised to see the street quieter than usual. Must have been the cold Her eyes moved to a woman speaking with her hands to an older woman, more discreetly and off to the side. Erin wouldn’t have paid them any more than a second thought until the bicyclist zoomed through the alley. She stood back up quickly, like she’d be able to save the other person from getting run down from all the way over here. But the older woman turned, looked at the bicyclist–and let him run right through her. Literally through her. A ghost? But–the younger person moved. The bicyclist even acknowledged her, apologizing for cutting too close. 

Erin’s feet moved, darting to the pair before she even realized what she was doing.

--

Lil didn’t normally get to talk to ghosts. The side effect of her hearing meant that most communication was her looking at their lips and guessing what they were saying. Still, just like in life there were ghosts that did speak ASL - and if she had a soft spot for any it was for them. So, when Lydia - the kind old ghost lady who was near A Latte to Love started speaking with her hands a few months ago, Lil had always paused to talk to her. 

So when the bike came through she just moved back a little still taking to the older woman about her knitting journey and how she had a few more things to make before Christmas time. “Hey man - be careful about not hitting me.” She said knowing that he wouldn’t have seen the ghostly woman - a shame as she was pretty nice. She also was trying to move on, and Lil would give her a little of grace to do so. 

Lil turned a little as another person started walking down the way preparing to tell Lydia to move a little so she could still see her hands, unbothered by being perceived odd by other people. After all, she’d gotten used to it over the years.  Can you move over a little - So yeah I was thinking of a plaid pattern but I wasn’t quite sure -. 

--

Erin realized perhaps a little too late that she was very possibly intruding. And as she stood there between the two, dead and not dead, that she had absolutely no idea what to say here. She was also painfully aware that anything she said now, as she glanced at both women, was going to come off as either awkward or rude. The former wasn’t the worst option, she supposed. Though her eyes lingered on the dead woman, she forced herself to meet the other woman’s. “I’m sorry,” she started off immediately, clutching her coffee anxiously in front of her. She stood there for another moment before she realized she had to say something else instead of gawking like a freak on the sidewalk at this poor woman. 

“Do you–can you see… her?” The question came out clunky and unsophisticated–and probably rude if she knew better. It was at that moment she also realized the way the women had been speaking to one another. Regrettably, she had never learned ASL but did her best to communicate what she had just spoken, emphasizing the fact that Erin could also see the ghost that she was currently talking to. This was real, right? Another person who could see what she saw? Who had experiences like hers? All she could do was pray the swell of hope in her stomach wasn’t about to destroy her in front of this stranger. 

--

Lil didn’t expect the other to stop in front of her, her eyes turning to the other as she realized that maybe her private conversation wasn’t so private. Usually people just found Lil odd and left her with whatever ghost she was with and just glared at her. This person didn’t seem too, and honestly that was more surprising than anything else. “Uh hey - I’m not in your way or anything am I?” Lil said, tilting her head wondering. The other seemed pretty professional looking, but not like an authority figure. Surely she was allowed to sign to herself in the alleyway. 

At the question Lil blinked and too stunned to say anything else she said, “You mean Lydia? Yeah. - Oh you are a - oh gotcha.” Lil figuring out what was happening quickly and turning to the ghost she signed New Medium it looks like. She probably is going to need help. I know but what can you do. Sorry we can talk about knitting tomorrow yeah? 

“You see ghosts right? Guessing this is something you didn’t know other people could do?” Lil said waiting for the other to respond, “Oh that was a little rude. Hi I’m Lil, and I also see ghosts.” 

--

At the other woman’s hesitation, Erin was positive she was about to be dismissed, or even worse, she’d somehow gotten this situation egregiously incorrect. But the moment the stranger’s realization snapped into place, there was a profound sense of relief deflating the tightness in Erin’s chest. “Right. Lydia,” she repeated, nodding, glancing at the ghost who’s conversation she clearly interrupted. She added an apologetic nod and small wave but immediately turned back to the woman who had introduced herself as Lil. Lil, who could also see ghosts. Who, she clocked by her attitude, was much more comfortable with this than Erin could have dreamed to be.

“No! No, you’re not rude. I’m rude. I’m sorry. I just saw you out here and the biker just went right through your friend and I had to–” she didn’t know where she was going with this but immediately realized she was rambling and cut herself off. I also see ghosts. It was such a simple and simply stated sentence but it was all Erin could hear repeating in her head. She took a breath and started again, a small smile curling at the corner of her lips. “Hi, Lil. I’m Erin. And no, I didn’t know other people could see, uh–you know.” The g-word was stuck in her throat, like years of pretending they weren’t there had made it an unspeakable admittance. A bad word. “Ghosts. Yeah. I can–I can see ghosts.”

She shifted uncomfortably, that open vulnerability of that admission making her skin itch. That, and the eyes of the pedestrians she could feel on her back as they passed by on the sidewalk near them. “Are you busy? I don’t mean to bombard you or anything, and you can absolutely say no but, you’re the only person I’ve ever met who’s, you know–like me. And I have… so many questions.” 

--

Lil gave the other a smile waving to Lydia who had started to wander away. She didn’t seem to mind, just giving a small nod. After all, the other seemed excitedly wanting to talk to Lil. “No you’re fine. I know that if you’ve never met another one of us, you’d want to talk.” 

At her name she extended her own hand, chipped black nail polish and all to Erin and said, “Gotcha. Hello Erin. It’s nice to meet you. You’re fine.” Lil continued seeing the panic and nervousness of the other. 

It was the only thing she hated about meeting mediums that weren’t raised and it wasn’t their fault. Normally they thought that there was something wrong with them or that seeing ghosts was a curse. While everything else being even, Lil may have wanted to not be a medium - she wouldn’t have trained to be an exorcist- she didn’t think that seeing ghosts in of itself was bad. 

“Sure,” Lil said gently with a nod. In Spite of it all, she wanted this to be a good first meeting.  While Jonas would have been better at it, she would at least try. “I’ve got some time anyway, I’m not going to disappear either. Also what you are if I’m right is a Medium. Hey, why don’t we grab a coffee and we can talk, yeah?” 

--

Erin had to wonder if Lil had been through this before. There was a sense of experience there that guided her words and movements that Erin was, frankly, envious of, but glad for at the same time. She shook her hand, watching the ghost named Lydia start to wander off. “Sorry, Lydia!” She called out as she disappeared from view. Though if she was being honest, she wasn’t all that sorry. 

Lil was calming and receptive to her intrusiveness, which was more than she could’ve hoped for, even if she couldn’t properly verbalize her appreciation at that moment. Her brain was buzzing like TV static. A medium. She was sure Lil could see everything she was saying to Erin being processed right in front of her eyes. “Yeah, that sounds great. Thank you,” she nodded, a brighter smile reaching her lips as she turned to head back towards the coffee shop she’d just dashed from. Her things were still at the table she’d sat before, and she could only barely wait until Lil had ordered her own coffee before diving right in. 

“So… a medium? Is that what you are too?” Her voice was a little hushed despite the hum of the coffee shop. “And you said there are others?”

--

Lil tried to hide the chuckle her hand going over her mouth as she went into the coffee shop getting her coffee quickly. It wasn’t exactly what she had planned for the day, but it was one of the bits of when she was in the ghostbusters she hadn’t minded. She wondered what hunters did - if they saw each other in the wild and one didn’t know. She supposed it might be easier to just not know.

Certainly wasn’t the case for a medium. Sitting down across from the table she waited for the questions, which were fairly standard for her to start off with. At least Erin seemed to believe her outright that she should know. She knew after all she didn’t look like a typical medium, her punk clothing probably fitting better as a hunter than anything. 

“Yup, we are both mediums,” Lil said, deciding saying she had trained to become an exorcist was probably a bit more than Erin was going to understand at the moment. She also elected to believe Erin had a pulse, if only because she couldn’t remember what undead could see ghost. She was pretty sure it was zombies. Regardless, she decided the other would know more if she was one. “Also a yes. There’s not a ton of us, but maybe a few thousand in the world? There’s not really a census on it, but no you're not alone. It’s just pretty rare. There’s more here in town too. We’re a pretty big hot-spot for ghosts and mediums it seems. It’s something you were born with - even if you don’t remember it. I’m guessing something changed recently?”  Lil asked, mostly to lead the questions to what might be most helpful. After all, it didn’t seem like the other had ghosts hanging around her like they did for Winter. She could only hope she didn’t accidentally bind a ghost to herself. 

--

Erin hung onto every word and had zero interest in pretending like she hadn’t waited her entire life to meet someone like Lil, even if she hadn’t realized it until just now. And boy, had she. A few thousand? With a few more even just in town? This whole time, right in front of her, and she had no idea. The irony was almost cruel, in the Alanis Morrissette kind of way. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at that. Given that Wicked’s Rest is Wicked’s Rest. It’s always been a little off.” 

Erin shook her head. “Not really. I mean–I don’t remember much from when I was little, but I’ve always seen things. People. My parents, and even I thought there was something wrong with me. I saw so many doctors and therapists and tried to just… ignore it? They–the ghosts–started to go away, sort of. For a while. But they’d eventually, always come back.” The confession spilled from her, old truths she hadn’t shared with absolutely anyone. But Lil believed her and she couldn’t help but trust this stranger who could see her more clearly than anyone in her life. “But then my dad died. And it was his ghost that told me that what I was seeing was real.” She scoffed, glancing down at the coffee in front of her, a bitter bite to her words. “Which sounds… pretty fucked up when you lay it all out like that, huh?”

She paused for a moment before eyeing Lil once more, more questions fighting for attention in the back of her mind. “Have you always known?”

Lil blinked a chuckle on her mouth, “ Yes I think there’s something in the water personally, but it’s probably ghost capital. At least as far as I can tell. I used to be on the road but I could probably spend the rest of my days here and see more ghosts than most mediums ever do.” 

Lil listened quietly, letting her tell her story a sympathetic ping in her heart as she heard the little tragedy of not knowing. “I’m sorry to hear that. It's not uncommon when you don’t know another medium to think that way - but no you were always seeing ghosts.” She paused for a moment and nodded at the question and said, “Yeah. It does. It must have been rough and I’m sorry that it took that for your dad to believe you - but if you deny that you see ghosts for long enough it gets easier to ignore them for a while. They’ll end up coming back though. I’m assuming no one else in your family is a Medium?” 

It wasn’t unheard of, although Lil never understood what made someone a medium to begin with. Some people were like here, one of dozens in a line. Hell, part of her felt like her parents had married because both of them were strong mediums. 

At the question Lil raised her eyebrows, surprised a little at the question being directed at herself. “Yes. My family is full of mediums. I’ve always known about ghosts.” She knew more than that  - a lot of things that bumped in the night, but well she would much rather Erin still believe her at the moment. “It’s not uncommon though, if you don’t have a Medium family member to not know.” 

--

God, this was so bizarre. Not that Erin was out here just confessing lifelong secrets to a stranger but the wildest part was that this stranger believed her. Whole-heartedly. She sympathized and understood her. The validation was overwhelming. A wet warmth prickled at the corner of her eyes and she grit her teeth to hold it together. She wasn’t about to start crying in front of this poor woman she was holding hostage in the coffee shop on top of everything too now. “Thank you. Took a while but I got there. But, still, thank you.” She cleared her throat, narrowing her eyes in thought. Most of her extended family had passed already, outside of a few aunts and uncles that lived out of town now. If anyone else was like her, she would know. Right? “No. Just me, I’m pretty sure,” she answered, though it wasn’t a question she ever had reason to consider. 

“Your whole family? Really?” To say she was surprised was an understatement, though she was starting to understand the question about her own family. “It’s genetic, then?”

Erin paused again, straightening in her seat as the sound of the cafe came back to her. “I’m sorry, I know I’m asking a lot of you. I know you said you understand, we were raised very differently and I just–thank you for even giving me the time of day. I don’t think you know how much this means or how much it helps. But it does. So much.”

--

Lil wasn’t sure how to help with the tears in the corners of Erin’s eyes - something she should have known could come but always surprised her. Still, the other medium seemed to want it to be ignored so she let it. “Hey, it’s hard thinking you’re the only one dealing with this. I’m just glad you found someone.” She wanted to say something like it wasn’t her fault, but well she didn’t know the other at all. She might not like that tidbit even if it was true. Mediumship wasn’t a curse as much as it was just a fact of some people’s life - for better or worse. 

Still at the idea she was alone nodded and said, “Yeah that would be really rough. Like I said it’s not unheard of. There’s others that are in your shoes.” It must be terrifying if Lil was being honest. No wonder it felt like such a relief that she had met someone like herself. Sipping at her coffee carefully she nodded. 

“I mean in my immediate family. I have cousins and stuff that aren’t. I don’t actually know. I think it can be? At least to some extent, but it’s also not uncommon for it to skip around families or suddenly show up in one.”

At Erin seeming to realize their surroundings Lil replied, “Not at all. What you're asking isn’t something that is particularly much or anything hard for me.” After all, people who weren’t even mediums asked a lot of the same things of Lil all the time without being even a little grateful. While Lil’s dark circles were related to all of this world, it was hardly because of Erin. Besides, even if she had been kicked out of the Ghostbusters, building and helping others wasn’t something she was ever angry about. 

If Erin needed someone to tell her she was perfectly fine, then Lil would do it. No strings attached. Just like she had done with Winter, and to some extent Jamie. With a gentle smile Lil said, “Like I said outside, I’ll answer anything you need help with. I’ll even give you my number if you want to answer anything you forget to ask. Funnily enough you picked a family of people who do this kind of thing a lot. You’ve got to have some luck. ” 

--

Erin didn’t know how or if she could repay Lil’s kindness and graciousness. She seemed to have the right thing to say for every turn she went down or a solid enough answer for every question Erin had. It was funny how for decades of her life, her mind had been filled with question after question. She knew she had more in her. She could feel them drifting around like feathers she couldn’t catch in her brain. But the noise seemed… satiated. The most important one had been given light–she wasn’t alone. This wasn’t some unique neurological flaw. There were other people out there that understood her and experienced the same things as she did, as Lil explained. 

Her eyes turned to the coffee in front of her and she did her best to quell the swirl of emotions that had taken over the logical side of her. A small smile turned the corner of her lips upward. “You know it’s funny, I thought I had a thousand more questions but I can’t really remember any of them right now so I don’t want to take up too much of your time right now.” A long sigh slipped from her. Relief in its truest form. She actually felt lighter. “That would–that would be really good, actually.” She pulled her phone out and handed it to Lil. She paused for a moment, watching the younger woman, who held herself and spoke about this whole thing so easily. “I don’t know. I don’t know much about luck if it took me nearly forty years to find someone else going through this. But I’ll take it all the same.” 

Erin started to stand, anxious energy still fluttering through her limbs. She needed to walk. To think. To absorb what had just occurred. But before she did that, she paused in front of Lil once more. “Is it–I mean, I don’t usually ask this and if it’s weird, I get that, but–can I give you a hug?”

--

Lil wasn’t exactly used to this, normally she was telling people bad news, but it seemed like Erin felt more relief than pain. She could understand that. Being seen and known was something Lil had wanted badly when she was younger, to be seen as her own person and not as an extension of her family. It was something that made her reach out to other still, even when the sting of being pushed away hurt. 

So, when the other laughed Lil gave a small smile, something very true and gentle. “That’s okay. I’m not going anywhere around here, and I’ll make sure to put you in touch with some others too if you want.” It was bittersweet knowing that Erin did meet other mediums, she would probably be disgusted by Lil - but well she was owed a community even if it was without her. Putting in her number, she made sure to send herself a text so she would know it was Erin if she got messaged. At the idea she shrugged and said, “Better now than never right?” 

Thinking that her questions were done for the day Lil stood up gathering her own stuff and new coffee she’d be taking with her to the haunting she probably had to get too she paused a little surprised by the question. “Oh - Yeah sure. I don’t mind at all. ” Lil said, opening her arms for the other thinking that while an odd gesture, it might mean something. 

--

Better now than never was right. Now that Erin had finally had this moment, she couldn’t imagine going through the rest of her life feeling as alone and confused as she had been. Sure, she would have managed, she had this far (sort of), but this felt like something she didn’t want to come back from. This community Lil spoke of was still only a distant concept but it was tangible, a goal to work towards, instead of her continued meandering through the dark. 

Erin smiled brightly at Lil’s consent, wrapping her arms tightly but briefly (she knew she was already making this weird enough) around her. She hadn’t realized how badly she even needed this, if she was being completely honest. But before she could let the torrent of emotions build up and spill out, she stepped away, though the little but so sincere smile on her face was still stuck there. “Thank you so much, Lil. And I promise I won’t spam you with questions but I will be keeping in touch. I’m going to be thanking you a lot too. Just forewarning you for my infinite gratitude.” She took a few steps back, slipping back into the anonymity of the coffee shop crowd, feeling lighter than she had when she entered. 

[wind-becomes-lightning]

CONGRATS NISI!!!!!!!

if u like this prompt id love something like this sooooomuch from you 🥺💖

what about kids kkobym, with lil trans yams? (who loves dresses👉👈)

Hii Hanna!! I told you it would come this week! I had my troubles really, mostly with writing young kids (because kids just dont talk like adults and ahhhhhhh kids hard!), but I hope you like anyway!!

Thank you for @birdiepuh for sensitivity reading. (and the little beta <3)

based on that fanart that sometimes makes the rounds of Tsunade adopting Yamato when he is a kid.

Obito is 10, Kakashi is 9, Yamato is 5. Sakumo is alive.

1968 words (i did not quite make 2k, I'm sorryyy)

In all ways but the last legal paperwork Yamato was now accepted as a boy. Tsunade had made sure to provide him with a new name, a new haircut, new clothes and well, in time the legal status would follow too. She had taken great strides right from the get go to make sure he was feeling comfortable and safe expressing himself. That had in fact already been the cornerstone of her raising him before he had openly talked about wanting to be referred to as a boy. 

Tsunade let Yamato pick his own clothes, which was how it had always been. She had picked him up when he was about four, found him in one of Orochimaru’s labs and taken him home. A boy who had the mokuton like her grandfather, someone that was related to her because of that she had argued. Hiruzen-sensei had let her do whatever she wanted and so she took the boy home. 

From the moment she felt like he was comfortable enough with her she let him pick his own clothes, because Tsunade felt the child was old enough to make the choices about what to wear and what not. Now that Yamato had all the new things, a new haircut and a new name and such, she still let him pick his clothes, why not? 

Still, one morning she was surprised when he entered the kitchen wearing a light green dress that had flowers stitched to the side. She had bought it for him as soon as he moved in and when they had cleaned out the closet he had decided to keep it because it was the first gift he’d ever gotten. Tsunade had been flattered, but she had not expected him to ever wear it again.

“Should I not wear this?” he said instantly upon seeing her face. One thing Tsunade had learned in these two years together was that kids were quick at understanding what was going on, even if adults tried to hide it.

“Do you like it?” Tsunade asked in return and crouched down to his height to ruffle through his brown hair.

Yamato touched the soft fabric of the dress. “I like it a lot. It is hot today so I won’t sweat quite as much.” He then smiled. “And it is my favourite thing I own, since you bought it for me.”

She tried not to tear up right on the spot and instead just pulled the little boy into a hug. “Then you absolutely should wear it, my dear.”

And while Tsunade really believed in that, during breakfast together she couldn’t help but think of the reaction of the other villagers. Not everyone was nearly as supportive as their immediate friend groups of Yamato’s transition, they might misunderstand him if he started wearing dresses again. Fortunately, the academy had summer holidays currently, so the only people coming by would be his direct friends and they would not judge him. 

The fear stayed though and so she followed Yamato to the door when someone knocked. Hatake Kakashi stood on the other side, himself uncharacteristically dressed in short shorts and a shirt, he looked as unbothered as he always did, but Tsunade knew he was a kind and nice boy, no matter his general facial expression.

Kakashi looked at Yamato in the dress and for a moment Tsunade thought he would say something, but then he just said “Hi Tenzo”, which was the name for some reason he had decided to call the other boy.

“Hey,” Yamato smiled and then stepped outside. He turned for a moment back to Tsunade and said: “We will play in the garden.” She nodded. They always played in the garden.

For a while Tsunade was busy doing other stuff, mostly mixing up herbs in a little bowl she had on the counter. She liked making her own medicine whenever she could, which was also the reason she had a garden in the first place. Then she heard a loud crashing noise from outside.

Before she even had reached the window she already suspected that there had been an argument between Kakashi and Uchiha Obito, a boy both him and Yamato were also friends with. All three of them would hang out fairly often despite the age gap. Though they remained close friends, Tsunade had seen Kakashi and Obito fight more than any other best friends. It seemed like a game to them.

She looked outside through the drawers and immediately saw the big piece of wood that was now laying right next to Obito, who stood on his feet, both hands in fists. Kakashi was standing too, he had apparently thrown the wood. Tsunade’s eyes looked for Yamato who sat in the grass between them, his eyes darting back and forth between his friends.

“What the fudge?” Obito yelled across to Kakashi. “What was that for?”

The other boy looked back coldly, his eyelids hanging half low as they always did when he was angry. “That was a disrespectful thing to say, Obito.”

“I just answered his question!” Obito turned to Yamato. “I just answered what you asked me right, I didn’t insult you.”

Yamato seemed nervous and just frowned a little, so Obito continued. “You asked me if I’ve ever seen a boy wear a dress and I said ‘No’, that was all.”

Oh, Tsunade’s heart sank a little. She looked over to her boy worried that the reply might have hurt him just like Kakashi had thought they did. But Yamato seemed more distressed by the fact that his friends were fighting for his sake.

“And that was terrible of you to say.” Kakashi yelled back. “Don’t you understand the influence this might have on him?”

Obito leaned over to pick up the piece of wood that was still lying to his left, apparently reading himself to throw it back at Kakashi. “I didn’t mean to say he couldn’t! I just answered his question!” He lifted his arm.

For a second Tsunade considered stepping in, but then Yamato got up himself, his little frame so much smaller than the one of his two friends. “Stop!” he said loud and stepped in between them. There were little smudges on the seams of the dress now from where he had been sitting in the grass with it.

“I- I don’t want you guys to fight each other,” he said with a slight stammer. He looked over to Obito. “You did just answer my question, I am - not offended by your reply, because you didn’t say anything that was offensive to me.”

Then he turned his head and looked over to Kakashi: “T-Thank you for standing up for me, but please don’t throw stuff in the garden you could have hit the herb patch my mom needs for medicine.” 

She put her head against the glass and smiled to herself. He really was a good kid.

“It- It’s not like I mind what you are wearing, you know,” Obito said with a little pouting face. “I didn’t even really notice until you said something.” 

Kakashi grumbled from the other side: “Liar.”

Tsunade couldn’t help but laugh a little. She had known Kakashi’s father Sakumo ever since he was a child too and he had also been this sort of person that always stood up and defended what he believed in. Apparently his son had inherited the same gene, even if it was not necessary at this point. 

“Alright, maybe I noticed, but it didn’t matter to me and it doesn’t now.” Obito was suggestively swinging the piece of wood again.

Suddenly vines broke through the surface of the earth, locking both fighting boys in place. Yamato, who was still standing between them, had his hands clasped together, his hair full with sprouted plants. 

“Don’t fight!” He said and then. “Apologise ok?!” Which sounded less like a question and more like an instruction.

That emotions had influences on his mokuton was something that Tsunade had seen before. The time she cut his hair shorter than it had been before and dressed him up in stereotypical boys clothing for the first time he had sprouted almost an entire bush of flowers over his head on his shoulders once he could see himself in the mirror. Back then she had cut a flower from his shoulder off and planted it in the garden, so they could always remember the moment he truly became Yamato

The boys now averted their gaze. It was again Kakashi who’s sense of duty apparently commanded him to follow what was right. “Sorry, Obito. I- I know you didn’t mean it. Though I stand by the fact that it was insensitive.” he couldn’t help but get the last word in.

“Thank you.” Obito mumbled. “You didn’t have to throw that thing at me though.”

“Maybe you should learn how to dodge better then”, Kakashi shrugged his shoulders. “Guess you need more shuriken practice.”

Obito’s eyes lit up. “I would love to do more shuriken practice.” The mood between them had suddenly turned around completely. Only children could be angry at one another in one moment and then happily playing in the next.

Yamato must have noticed the mood change too and so he retreated the vines he had summoned and freed his friends. A big smile appeared on his face. The look of it warmed Tsunade’s heart. 

“I will make us some shuriken to throw,” Yamato said excitedly and tapped from one foot to the other.

Tsunade retreated from the window again to go back to her medicine on the table. For a while she did not resume her work and just sat and listened to the sounds coming in through the open window. The boys had started playing again, throwing wood shurikens that Yamato made for all of them, as they so often did. Any discord between them seemed completely over. Being a child seemed so easy. 

She did her daily work without worrying too much about the boys outside. It was incredibly hot and any kind of move was very exhausting, still the kids played relentlessly with an energy that adults could only dream of. She prepared a bit more medicine, then did some laundry. While she folded Yamato’s shirts she wondered if she should buy him another dress. Maybe in a brown or red colour to match his hair.

The afternoon bled into the evening and for a while she had not heard any of the children speak or yell outside. Soon Sakumo and Obito’s grandmother would probably worry about their children, so Tsunade went into the back garden to look what they were doing.

It took a little, since they were using one of their hideouts between the bushes at the back of the property. She pushed some branches aside and could not help but let out a long “Aw” at the image in front of her.

All three boys, completely exhausted from their afternoon of playing and fighting together, and probably also the heat, were laying next to each other and sleeping. Yamato was flanked by both the older boys like they were trying to be his guardians to shield him from the rest of the world. They were in such deep sleep that Tsunade felt odd having to break them up. She let them lay like this a little longer and tried to memorise the scene as well as she could, then she woke them up.

Kakashi and Obito left before dinner time, though they sometimes did stay over to eat with them, so it was just Tsunade and Yamato. 

“Mom,” Yamato said eventually, “I had a lot of fun today.” 

She lifted her hand and ruffled his hair again. “I’m glad. I’m also very happy you have such very good friends.”

[hellishgayliath]

Violet, bluebell, and tiger lily for the flower ask game! 🌸

Do you like to cook or bake? if so, what is it that you like to make?

I like doing both a fair equal amount. I'm always looking for new recipes to try out and see if they hit or not( and especially since I live with my sister's kids, their "palettes" are so fucking hard to please sometimes since they don't really like to try anything different, so experimenting has it's downfalls most times). Some dishes I like to make are omurice, egg fried rice, fried chicken, any potato recipe honestly lol, but in baking I really looooooove making bread. Pumpkin bread, apple bread, banana bread, cinnamon swirl bread, milk bread, Hawaiian bread i fucking love bread n pastries (including muffins and scones). I only make other stuff like cookies/cake/ cupcakes for occasions or if somebody's cravin it ( I don't like cookies tho they give me so much trouble when it's time for the oven >:U ) I don't like cake either cept for this one recipe I use where its chocolate but it also has coffee in it to counteract the sweetness of it since I cant handle sweet things too well.

2. Do you have pets? if so, what are their names?

I live with my dad atm so we can't have pets ( he is the fucking worst to animals and it pisses me off, like you live in a family of animal lovers bro wtf is your deal) BUUUUUT my mom's house on the other hand has 4 cats and 1 dog and I miss them each and every day so goddang much. Each of them were taken in as strays( cept the dog Koby, my step bros have a bad habit of bringing in dogs and then expecting my mom n stepdad to take care of them, this pisses off my mom greatly when she already has her own shit to deal with).

The cats are Cleo (Cleopatra, I call her queenie): she's a bit of an old lady with a resting bitch face but she's so cuddly and lovable to me at least.

Mufasa ( who we don't even call him by his name, he's just chunky boy to me): he's a stinky stinky bully to his sisters and very unbothered by most things, he's also very cuddly

Nala ( she doesn't have much names compared to the others, but i do call her Houdini/ nanas): chunky boi's sis, she's a bit of an escape artist, has tried and succeeded escaping the house numerous times, she tends to keep to herself alot of the time and is the one you hear meowing at your door at 5 in the morning, we love her tho, I also like holding her on my shoulder like a parrot

Pudge/Harley (still half n half on her name) : sis to nala n Mufasa, gets picked on the most from chunky boi, she's a bit more skitterish and attached to my lil bro the most, and her fur is just oh so soft like a cloud

3. Do you have any favorite quotes from any movies, tv shows, books, or poetry? (or from people in real life)

First thing I can think of is just most of the lines from Monty Python and the holy grail, there are just so many iconic lines from that movie that me n my sister say on the daily and then we're always compelled to watched it again ( A NEWT?...I got better xD) . Another thing we also love is the guy who didn't like musicals which we also just want to watch again cuz starkid is amazing. Im sure there's more quotes hidden somewhere in my mind but those are the first two pieces of media i could think of

Flower ask game

[your-sweet-cookies]

how about: 💝 a kiss on the inner thighs but you choose the muse? bonus points if you choose someone other than niragi and make it a little spicy!

(( OOC: Oh anon, I like this little challenge you are giving me and I shall accept it! :> You are in luck, because I happen to like Chishiya too, so for non-Niragi ships I like to ship Kukki with Chishi, canon characters wise. I haven't written any sexy scenarios yet for a Chishiya x Kukki drabble, so this should be the perfect occasion! Also, the Chishiya in this short story is like a generic Chishiya, so no specific Muse used for this lil one-shoot (unless any of them would like using this as a starter, in which case I won't oppose, but be ware, this is a loooong drabble!). It's just so happens that I borrowed the engagement idea from a joke I have with a friend for our crack ship, in case anyone wonders what's up with the weird marriage topic, it inspired me, so I went with that. So without further ado, I hope you will enjoy this! ;) Also, expect much fluff cause I am a very fluffy kind of writer.))

Obligatory kiss meme 2.0, saucy edition

💝 a kiss on the inner thighs - Ship used: Chishiya x Kukki (Chishiya being the one giving the kiss, while Kukki is the receiver)

(TW: The following contains slight NSFW content)

Engagement and marriage... Two things that for the most part hadn't crossed Kukki's mind in a long time, the only time being maybe once or twice during her very young childhood years. Just like any little girl, she dreamt of one day finding a Prince Charming of her own, whom will ask her the big question and make her his beautiful bride and princess, but other than that, she never thought about this topic at all. That was infantile day dreaming after all, an aspiration long gone once she grew up into her teenage years and then into her young adulthood, and she was still unable to find that 'someone' she once dreamt of. Plus, Kukki was yet to experience her first love and first intimate experiences, so marriage was definitely a foreign topic to her mind.

Yet somehow, strangely enough, she ended up finding both the long awaited 'Prince Charming' and true love she once fantasized about in the one man who also happened to end up becoming her fiancé through a series of weird, unexpected and rather stupid row of events. Even weirder than that, it all happened in a place like the Borderlands of all places! Yeah, destiny sure works in some odd ways sometimes...

Okay, maybe 'Prince Charming' wasn't the best way to describe Chishiya, since even if he was handsome enough to fit the bill, his personality was utter crap. Yet somehow, Kukki still managed to fall in love with him, even with that shitty personality of his; made him fall in love with her (although at first what he loved was only her freaking baking) and finally, she got the blonde to also agree to marrying her (again, the little rascal made it be all about her baking, but in the end, he did say "Yes" to the fateful question...). And now there she was, waiting in their now shared room, as an engaged couple, for Chishiya to be back from the executive meeting of the evening, while she sat patiently on their bed...

It still felt soo freaking odd calling the room and bed 'their' shared property, but since Chishiya agreed to the marriage deal, he had to also accept that now everything he had, as well as everything she owned, was going to become their shared assets and it was only normal for them to cohabitate in the same space. But the sharing part wasn't the thing that got Kukki all worked up. No! What made her heartbeats increase to newer speed limits and her face to become all flustered up was the idea of actually sharing intimate moments with Chishiya, uninterrupted and unbothered for the entire night.

So far, the damn tease kept everything PG-13 between them, the most he ever gave her being cuddles in terms of spending time together in his room and bed, while making out for a little bit. But now, given their new relationship status, Chishiya sure was going to want to do much more than just fall asleep on her, while she brushed his hair and sang him lullabies... And even if he wasn't thinking about it... She wanted it!

Well, Kukki wasn't opposed to the idea, considering that ever since she's gotten the hots for the cynical blonde genius of The Beach, she's had a few 'exciting' dreams of 'what if...?' scenarios involving herself, Chishiya, and the bedroom. But now that things got serious and they were finally going to try the 'real thing', she was a bit (actually extremely) nervous, since it was also going to be Kukki's first time ever.

Unlike her, Chishiya had his fair share of booty slapping, which happened to be quite a lot given his flirtatious behavior (how in God's name she'd even managed to convince him to settle down to only dating and wanting her was still a mystery for Kukki, but she wasn't going to complain about it), so the girl couldn't help but wonder what if he'll find her unexperienced self to be boring, unattractive and unappealing? What if he'll be soo disappointed in her performance in bed that he'll want to dump her then and there?!

But there was no room nor time for this kind of worries. Kukki had to keep her composure and calm and trust her guts, instincts and the knowledge on the matter she'd acquired from the romance novels she's read over the years. There was no point in worrying over pessimistic 'what ifs': she wanted Chishiya, Chishiya wanted her back, so Kukki was going to give her best and get what she wanted in return.

For the occasion, the young woman even went an extra mile, by finding some sexy lingerie, fake cat ears and a fake cat tail, in the hopes that maybe that'll turn him on real good and distract Chishiya from her awkwardness. Now all that was left was to wait for her hubby to come back and see where things took them...

Footsteps echoing down the hallway outside the room signaled that the meeting must've ended and judging by the particular familiar sound pattern of the steps, the one headed towards their room was none other than the person whom Kukki was eagerly waiting for. Three more minutes and the door finally opened, the handsome lean and confident figure of the Diamonds expert genius of The Beach now standing in the doorframe.

Chishiya wasn't expecting to find Kukki already nicely settled in the room, since he'd imagined the process of moving all her things between the two rooms would take a while. But as always, the silver-haired woman managed to exceed his expectations, and he wasn't going to complain about it, especially with the enticing sight sitting on the bed, that greeted him as soon as he entered the room. "I see you've already made yourself comfortable around here." The man hummed, as he closed the door behind himself, setting the inner lock in place before taking a few steps into the room.

"Welcome back from the meeting, Chishi! I am doing very well, thank you for thinking about my well being! I hope everything went okay and well on your end. If you are hungry, I've also made you some delicious shushi and cookies for dinner." Kukki smiled at him and pointed towards the table Chishiya was currently standing next to, two plates with the contents described resting in the middle of it.

"Eh, the meeting was fine... The usual bullshit, Niragi bickering with Hatter, Aguni standing passive in the background like a statue, Kuzuryu licking up Hatter's ass... I guess you can imagine." The blonde chuckled, waving his hand in dismissal at the memory of the meeting. He didn't really comment on the food, but even if he were to be hungry, he was more interested in the 'desert' waiting patiently on the bedsheets.

"But enough about that stupid meeting. I think we have better 'things' to talk about or even do than bother ourselves with Hatter's dumb shit, don't you think so, dear?" Chishiya's tone was suddenly much softer and a note deeper, huskier, as his gaze continued to move up and down Kukki's body, 'eating her up' with his eyes. If he hadn't thought so far that she was sexy, now he definitely considered Kukki one of the sexiest women he's ever seen, and himself a very lucky man to have her all for himself.

"Looks like you've got yourself all dolled up for me. I like that. I guess this whole ordeal with making you my wife doesn't sound soo bad all of a sudden...~" The blonde then smiled and his hand raised up to his hoodie's zipper in order to undo it, to take the material off of his body, action which made the silver-haired woman blush even more intensely now, and not only because of his words.

"Though, I will have to comment on the fact that I thought I've made it very clear that I am NOT a cat, my dear!" The man continued on with his rambling, a smirk replacing the soft smile from earlier as he pretended to be scolding her. "But I won't complain too much about that... You do look rather sexy with those ears and that tail on! Maybe e nice collar would work too, in order to complete the image!" This caused poor Kukki's face to become soo red that she could rival a tomato or strawberry. The young woman felt so shy that she could barely look him in the eyes anymore.

"Maybe we could add that the next time... Right now I don't have any collars available on hand, unfortunately..." Kukki finally managed to blurt out, her voice stuttering a little bit from her nervousness, rendering Chishiya to snort in amusement at her silly cuteness.

And finally, after that long waiting, he'd finally reached the bed, sitting down next to her. In the dim light of the nightstand lamp, the only light source in the entire bedroom, Chishiya's hair, face and body had a different glow and vibe to them, one she hasn't really seen before... He looked soo alluring, so hypnotizing, with the way his light blonde hair reflected in golden hues, how his darkened eyes glistened in the low light, his beautiful lips curled in that soft smirk that for once didn't seem that condescending, and the slight shadows contouring the fine lines of his upper torso and muscles... What a sight! Chishiya was a damn sexy man, and he knew it too!

By now Kukki was probably staring at him, wondering if this was real or just a figment of her imagination, reaction that made the blonde snort once again and lean in to grab her chin between his long slender fingers, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Judging by the lost look in your eyes, I assume you're probably wondering whether or not this is actually real, hmm?" His thumb brushed over Kukki's lower lip, making her shudder a little. "Well, then, allow me to prove it to you that I am as real as can be." The blonde finished whispering in her ear and shifted his attention fully onto her lips, which he captured into a soft light kiss, that he then deepened and slowly turned into a passionate one.

They've kissed many times before this, so the sensation and taste of Chishiya's lips wasn't something unknown to her, but this time around it felt somewhat different... Maybe it was her excitement or the heat starting to rush through her body in anticipation for what could follow next, but this one kiss felt so new and better than anything she'd ever experienced before... It was intoxicating!

Kukki closed her eyes and leant into the kiss, allowing herself to come closer to her lover, timidly resting one hand on his chest, to feel his warmth and beating heart, before pulling him closer by the neck with the other, to which Chishiya obliged like an obedient boy. In just a few moments they changed positions, both now laying down on the soft mattress, the blonde on top of her as they continued what had become a passionate French kiss.

Her body was filled with a new wave of electrifying shivers, heat and arousal at the sensation of the blonde's hands exploring the exposed skin of her body. Each and every piece of skin his fingers caressed felt as if his touch left a burning fire behind, making Kukki tremble and shudder in anticipation and desire, slight soft moans escaping the silver-haired's lips here and there, muffled by their heated kissing.

Oh how much she wanted him! How much she's waited for this moment and the fact that she could call him all hers, knowing fully well that he would not ever leave her side, filled Kukki's heart with so much more love for the man she was crazy about. She felt a sudden urge of telling and showing Chishiya how much she loved him, but the blonde seemed to be one step ahead of her, because as soon as they had to break their kiss for air, he pressed his forehead against hers, and said:

"I know that so far I've always made it be all about your cookies and how good they are, but I don't want you solely for your baking skills. I want you for who you are! For all of you!" He took a short pause before delivering the final line. "I love you Kukki!" His words were still breathless from the intense make out from earlier, yet they managed to reach Kukki's heart and pull at its strings in an instant, making her feel happier than she ever felt because she knew that he really meant it. "I love you too Shuntaro! And I really want you!" The last part was whispered seductively into his ear, resulting in an amused chuckle from the young man.

"Aren't you the sweetest, kitten?" Shuntaro propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at her. "Let me take another look at you! Because my word, you look absolutely ravishing in this lingerie!" He then purred, his smile turning into a smirk he then licked like a starved man who was finally getting a feast.

"Like what you see, my love? I picked it out especially for you... I wanted to please you in every way I could!~" Kukki smiled at him again, gently brushing his face with one hand.

Kukki really looked both adorable and sexy in that white laced lingerie, a subtle flowery pattern covering both the bra and panties, giving it an almost elegant look too. And the white fluffy frills... How could women's undergarments looks soo darn hot while also being so simple in their details? "You are darn lucky I am not like Niragi, otherwise I'd be tempted to rip this cute lingerie off of you this very instant! But, I am not a brute..." He snorted at his own comparison. "I might want you very much right now, but I still want to take my time and make sure that you feel good." Chishiya hummed softly and leant into her touch, kissing the palm of her hand.

"Also, you'll have to tell me the name of the store you picked this up from, because I might want to look what else they have in stock for our future... Activities. You look simply stunning!" When did he turn into a praising machine? He'd never known himself to have this kind of kink, but even so, he didn't really mind it that much, since his compliments seemed to have very positive effects on his partner. Maybe love really has the power to change someone...

Another kiss, down her forearm. "Mmm... That does sound nice of you and because I enjoyed your compliments so far, I'll tell you a little secret... I already took an entire stock worth of various models and types just for you, since I intend to make each and every night of ours unique..." Soo much sudden boldness on her part too. It was rather entertaining for the young man to listen to her and watch her every move and reaction, being very aware too that behind all her boldness, Kukki was really nervous. But it was okay, he was going to take good care of her.

"I don't doubt it and I can't wait to see them all... But for now, I want to really focus and take my time with this moment..." Chishiya finally reached her shoulder, planting a kiss there too, as he then moved to her neck. "I'm going to make sure that this will be absolutely perfect for you..." One kiss to her neck. "...Perfect for both of us..." Another one. "...And unforgettable." A third, followed by a bite, yielding the man a beautiful moan out of his partner's mouth.

So he knew? He was fully aware that she was still... Kukki was a bit surprised, but at the same time, it was to be expected that she couldn't hide anything from him. "Chishi..." The young woman whispered his name softly. "Hmmm? You want to know how I figured it out?" He snorted slightly and placed another row of kisses and bites on her soft skin, leaving a wet trail of hickeys on her neck.

"You reek of virginity, so it wasn't that difficult to figure it out, silly! But don't worry, just relax and leave it all to me, okay?" Chishiya's tone was surprisingly gentle and caring, and most importantly, very understanding, which reassured her. She could finally allow herself to relax and entrust things to him, for Chishiya seemed to know what he was doing and he wanted to make everything worth it for her.

"A-Alright, I will leave it all to you, because I trust you and I love you with everything I have, Shuntaro!" Kukki's words were soo sincere and filled with love for him, that she could barely contain her happiness. Chishiya smiled at her and gave her another peck on the lips, before taking her by surprise, switching his attention to her lower region, getting between her legs.

"And I will also make sure that you'll feel the greatest pleasure that you've ever felt in your whole life! Since you're now my wifey, that gives me more the reason to want to drive you crazy with pleasure!" The blonde smirked seeing her confusion and embarrassment and went on to place a kiss on her inner thigh. "I'll make you feel soo good that everyone in this goddamn place will know that you are mine and mine alone!" Another row of kisses followed. "I can't wait to hear you scream my name... It makes me hard as fuck just thinking about it!"

Yup, Chishiya knew exactly how to play his game and what to do to arouse her, and that was a good thing, because one of the main objectives was to get her very aroused and hot for him.