#i’m finally hooome!

[projectionistwrites]

Literally would read any moon knight smut from you 🥵 can I request something with the boys having a marking/spit kink? I feel like it is most in Marc’s character but tbh I’m not particular heh

sorry this took so long hehe i hope you like it <3

ONCE BITTEN, TWICE SHY

Marc Spector x afab!reader (mentions of Steven Grant x reader) (2.2k)

Marc Spector didn’t fancy himself a jealous man—but you knew exactly how to push his buttons.

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+ mdni) WARNINGS: arguing, jealousy, SMUT (oral (f! and m! receiving), degradation, a bit of choking, facefucking, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, mean!dom!marc)

It was an accident, really—you hadn’t meant for it to slip out. And yet, there wasn’t a single part of you that felt bad about it.

Marc had already been in a bad mood when he’d woken up that morning, sulking and brooding and generally unpleasant to be around. When you’d asked him what was wrong, he’d brushed you off, insisting he was just tired and had a headache. You knew better than to believe him.

Truthfully, you had a suspicion that Marc had been feeling neglected. After he’d introduced you to Steven several weeks ago, the two of you had been inseparable—you and Marc had been dating for a year and half, so getting to know Steven was like the honeymoon phase all over again. He was sweet, and gentle, and shy, and many other things that Marc simply wasn’t. The contrast excited you, but you could tell that the puppy love between you and Steven had begun to take a toll on Marc.

When you’d gotten home from work today, you had planned on offering to cook a nice meal for you and Marc in an attempt to smooth things over and ease his worried mind, but he clearly was in no mood for reconciliation.

“Honey, I’m hooome.”

You sing-songed jokingly as you walked in the door, keys jingling in the lock. When you received no response, your joviality quickly dissipated and a deep frown etched itself into your face.

“Hello?”

You called again, brows furrowed in confusion. You took a few steps into the apartment, hanging your bag on the coatrack and slipping your shoes from your feet. Again, silence.

You went to turn the corner towards where the bedroom side of the studio apartment was, but quickly collided with a warm body as you rounded the bookshelf.

“Jesus fuck!”

You yelped as a hand came out to steady your shoulder, saving you from stumbling backwards on impact.

“You scared me....”

You hesitated, looking up at the man before you cautiously. The scrunch between his brows and hardness in his brown eyes quickly confirmed your suspicions.

“...Marc.”

Marc mistook your brief moment of pause as disappointment, and he sneered, releasing your arm with a small shove and sidestepping you.

“Yeah, it’s me. Sorry to disappoint.”

You blinked a few times in disbelief, frozen in place as his words took a moment to sink in. When they finally did, you were left reeling, whirling around to face his retreating figure with an incredulous expression.

“What?”

Marc huffed angrily, nostrils flaring as he threw himself onto the couch, a hand reaching up to run through his dark hair.

“I said, sorry to disappoint. I’m sure you’d much rather have Steven greeting you when you get home.”

“I never said that.”

You scoffed, approaching him slowly with your arms crossed over your chest. His brown eyes darted up to your face, his lips curled into a scowl.

“You didn’t have to. You’ve made it pretty clear.”

“Where is this coming from, Marc?”

It was a stupid question—both of you knew the answer already. Marc’s nostrils flared as he averted his gaze from you, sulking silently and staring off at some point in the distance.

A pang of guilt accompanied the sigh that fell from your lips as you noticed the slight quiver of his lip, and you made your way to the empty spot next to him.

“Hey.”

You started gently, letting your hand trace across the veins of his forearm before your slid your fingers between his own.

“I’m sorry, Marc. I know—I know things have been moving pretty fast between me and Steven, and I know I haven’t made as much time for you as I should have. I’m sorry.”

You leaned into him, head ducking slightly in an attempt to catch his gaze with your own. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he drew in a long, deep inhalation, before he finally opened them again and fixed them on you.

“No, it’s—it’s okay, baby. I’m glad you and Steven are getting along, that’s exactly what I hoped would happen. And I’m sorry I—I freaked out. Just—miss you, s’all.”

He confessed, a slight blush creeping up his neck and ruddying his cheeks. Marc wasn’t often open about his feelings, so the brief moment of vulnerability was significant. You smiled softly at him, reaching up to brush your fingers through his soft curls.

“Why didn’t you just say so, huh, handsome?”

A smirk quickly made its way across his lips at the insinuation in your tone, his arms swiftly wrapping around your body to haul you up onto his lap and into a searing kiss.

It wasn’t until you were seconds away from an orgasm, Marc’s face buried between your thighs, that you’d fucked up.

“Shit, shit—”

You cried, fisting at the sheets on either side of you as Marc’s tongue swirled over your clit, two of his thick fingers buried in your weeping cunt.

“Oh, God, yes, m’gonna cum, gonna—ahh, fuck, don’t stop, yes, Steven, fuu—”

Your hips lurched off the bed when the stimulation abruptly ceased, your eyes shooting open in alarm only to come face-to-face with Marc’s hardened expression, his lips still shining with your slick.

“Fuck, why’d you—?”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

He interrupted your whiny plea with his threatening words, growled lowly as his eyes narrowed at you. Your rapid heartrate only sped up when you thought back on your pleasured cries, quickly realizing your mistake. You bolted upright in an instant, your eyes wide and panicked, reaching to grip Marc’s bare shoulders.

“Oh, Marc, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—”

He pulled away from you, rising to his knees on the bed so he loomed over you.

“Get on your knees.”

Your breath stuttered.

“What?”

You yelped when Marc lunged forward, his hand coming to twist in your hair to yank you harshly forward so you were face to face.

“I said,”

he growled, his breath hot on your face and fingers taut in your hair,

“get on your fucking knees.”

He released you with a rough shove and you scrambled off the bed onto your knees, quickly obeying his order. You watched as he slipped off his last remaining layer of clothing before he slowly made his way over to you, his figure towering over you with intimidation and malice. Excitement was beginning to swirl in the pit of your stomach—you’d never seen Marc so angry before, so domineering and unhinged. Still, a small pang of guilt shot through you at your earlier mistake.

“Marc, really, I’m so sorry—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He snapped, and you immediately obliged, eyes blowing wide at the sternness in his tone. His chest was heaving with labored breaths and his nostrils were flared, eyes alight with fury.

“You just don’t know when to stop fucking talking.”

He was right in front of you, now, languidly stroking his hardened length inches away from your face, precum beading at the slit. He reached forward and roughly grabbed your jaw in his other hand, fingers curling to squeeze your cheeks.

“You wanna keep moaning his name? Guess I’ll have to make you shut up.”

His hand migrated up and wrapped in your hair before yanking your neck back. When your lips parted with a surprised gasp, he immediately plunged his thick length into your mouth, forcing himself down your throat without warning. The sudden and abrupt intrusion caused you to gag harshly, and he pulled out only long enough for you to draw in a gasping breath before he thrusted forward again, sinking his cock all the way back into your throat and beginning a steady rhythm of fucking your face.

“Only way you’ll be quiet is if you’ve got a mouth full of dick, huh?”

He grunted, hips snapping forward. There was drool foaming at the sides of your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks as you forced yourself to sit back and let him use you, the tip of his cock bruising the back of your throat and his balls slapping noisily against your chin.

“Bet you miss him now, don’t you? Steven doesn’t treat you like this—doesn’t know how much of a fucking slut you are.”

You felt yourself grow impossibly wetter at his words, reaching up to brace your hands on his muscular thighs in order to prevent them from reaching between your legs to touch yourself. You felt his arm reach down until his fingers curled around your neck, allowing him to feel each stroke of his cock down your throat.

“Fuck, baby—such a pretty little whore.”

Finally, finally, he pulled out of your mouth, a long string of saliva still connecting the tip of his ruddy cock to your swollen lips. You gasped harshly, letting the mixture of tears and drool drip from your chin as you gazed up and him with watery eyes.

“Thank you, Marc, thank you, I love you, I—”

Marc growled, his grip on your throat tightening and briefly cutting off your airflow.

“Shut. Up.”

He hissed, pulling you upwards with his hand on your neck and tossing you towards the bed. You fell backwards, immediately pliant beneath him as he reached to lift both of your ankles above your head before abruptly plunging his spit-soaked cock into your dripping folds.

A pornographic mewl escaped you at the feeling of him penetrating you, your hole still tight and unprepared for the thickness of his cock. The burn of the stretch was intoxicating, but you were quickly pulled away from the feeling when Marc’s fingers found your jaw again, squeezing your cheeks so your lips involuntarily parted.

“Open.”

He growled, and you obliged, allowing him to spit straight into your awaiting mouth. You whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as he kept railing into you, your mouth closing as his taste overwhelmed you.

“You don’t swallow until I tell you—you hear me?”

You nodded vigorously, eyes silently pleading as tears continued to stream down your face, the sound of slapping skin filling the room as Marc bared his teeth.

“Yeah, that outta wash his name outta your filthy fuckin’ mouth, huh?”

You could barely hear him over the static humming in your ears, an orgasm creeping up and washing over you without warning. You choked on your sob, desperately following Marc’s orders and keeping your mouth full of his saliva despite your desperation to cry out.

Marc felt you clench down on him, and his pace quickened.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby—you cum all over this cock.”

He leaned forward and sank his teeth into the flesh of your collarbone, licking and sucking bruises into your neck and up your throat. You lay helpless beneath him, body melting into the mattress as he continued to pound into you relentlessly, the sting of his lips hot against your sweat-sheened skin.

“Gonna keep you covered in these, baby—he’s never gonna forget who you fuckin’ belong to.”

He grunted in your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth briefly before sitting back up, shifting up onto his knees and wrapping your legs around his waist before jackhammering into you once again.

He reached forward a final time to wrap his hand around your throat, now covered with red and purple bruises in the shape of his mouth.

“Swallow.”

He panted, his eyes wild and pace faltering.

"Swallow, and tell me who you belong to.”

You swallowed the fluid the had gathered across your tongue and finally let out a salacious moan, back arching off the bed as a second orgasm began building in your abdomen. You could hardly even remember what had started this thing in the first place, and you definitely didn’t care—your entire existence was overwhelmed with Marc, Marc, Marc.

"You, Marc—belong to you."

You cried, and you felt his fingers curl into your neck as he leaned over you, the heat of his body absolutely smothering you as his free hand reached between you to circle your clit. You keened.

“Again. Louder. Who do you belong to?”

“You, Marc—fuck, fuck, Marc, I belong to you, fuck—"

Your climax peaked fiercely, white hot and blinding as your toes curled and your entire body trembled beneath him. The rhythmic clenching of your tight cunt around him had Marc following close behind, his release punctuated by a sharp yelp before he buried himself to the hilt, allowing his seed to fill you completely, offering a few more deep thrusts before stilling.

Marc’s tension-laden body immediately collapsed on top of you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck as his cock stayed nestled inside of you. Your arms wrapped around his clammy torso, one hand stroking a soothing line down his spine and the other brushing through his hair, your lips planting a soft kiss to his forehead. His frantic exhales were hot against your neck.

“I mean it, Marc. I’m yours.”

You assured in a whisper, and Marc tilted his head up to look at you, his once cold eyes now softened with a familiar gentleness.

“I know, baby.”

He leaned up and pecked you on the lips.

“And now you’ll never forget it.”

You let out an airy giggle, sinking back into the comfortable and familiar weight of his body on yours. After a few moments, you bit your lip and gave him a mischievous smile.

“So...when do I get to meet Jake?”

[pupkashi]

clean linen

satoru’s second favorite scent is your washing detergent

a/n: hi hi ! another piece of reader pampering gojo ?? who would’ve guessed :o can u tell the hidden inventory arc is making me wish i could jump thru the screen give him a big hug ,, anyway inspired from this prompt list, hope u guys enjoy :3

wordcount: 745

masterlist

satoru never has the time to do things for himself, always busy running around. he finds himself surviving off catnaps around campus, usually awoken by an angry yaga or an annoyed megumi. both of which ask him the same question, ‘aren’t you supposed to be teaching?’

it’s not until after the two of you start dating that he finds the joy in having a home. the feeling of peace after you finish sweeping and mopping, the fresh scent of the wall plug in filling his nose that makes him melt into the newly fluffed pillows on the couch.

he finds cleaning days with you cathartic, with each sweep he feels his problems also leaving alongside the dirt and debris. there’s a smile on his face as he unloads the dishwasher, a mix of the loud music on the speakers echoing in his ears alongside your singing. he feels like just satoru, and for a moment as you both sigh happily at the clean state of your home, he feels like it’s only you and him in the world.

so when he comes from a particularly exhausting mission, and hears your singing coming from inside, there’s a small smile on his face.

“honey I’m hooome!” he sing songs, grinning widely when your eyes land on him with sparkling eyes.

“toru!” you call out, wasting no time in wrapping your arms around him, kissing his face and then finally his lips, “how was the mission?” you ask, offering him some of the dinner you’d made a while ago.

“exhausting” he mumbles, flopping onto the couch as you heat up his food. he’s about to drift to sleep when he hears you saying his foods ready, getting up reluctantly before he scarfs his food down.

by the time he’s showered and changed into some shorts he’s ready to sleep, already slipping under the covers. you’re fixing a couple things around the bedroom, things you’d moved when you dusted earlier.

satoru’s nose is flooded by the scent of your laundry detergent, a scent he’s grown to love and feel comforted by.

“d’you just wash these sheets?” he mumbles, face half smushed into the pillow he was laying on. you nod with a smile, speaking up in case his eyes were closed, “i did.”

“they smell nice, and they’re still warm” you could hear the smile in his words, watching as he curled into himself, getting cozier by the second as he nuzzled into the pillow. “you comin’ to bed yet?” his tired words aren’t very loud, but you manage to hear him.

“gonna shower first,” satoru pouts at your response, telling you to hurry so he can finally hold his favorite person in the world.

in your defense you did try to hurry, managing to take the fastest shower in your life and tiptoe back into your bedroom. but satoru was already asleep when you returned.

his chest was falling and rising, the softest snores leaving his lips and hair already sticking every which way. he was hugging a stuffed animal close to his chest, one that he’d won you at an arcade almost a year back.

as quietly as you could, you slipped into bed next to your exhausted lover, gently whispering a ‘goodnight.’ you can’t help but stare at him, a smile on your face as you take in his features.

“you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna kiss me?” he mumbles, one of his eyes opening slightly, a lopsided smile on his sleepy face.

“shut up and c’mere” you giggle, opening your arms. satoru is quick to ditch the plushy, already wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck and breathing in deeply.

“missed you,” his voice is soft and you find yourself melting at the two words. your hand is running through his hair and you kiss his forehead softly.

“missed you too, angel boy” you reply, voice just as filled with affection as his. "now go to sleep, you look exhausted" you smile, brushing his hair away from his face once more before you kiss his nose.

satoru tries to fight back, but all he can muster is a small "nu uh" before his eyelids are too heavy to keep open, and your touch is too relaxing to resist.

the comfort of your warmth and the smell of the freshly washed sheets is enough to make his heart tighten in the best way possible.

he feels at home.

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[piratekane]

Roommates au dealer's choice

If you ask Ava, things are going really well. Like, really well. Her apartment is a little far from campus but the walk is good for her. It stretches her morning-tight muscles out so well that by the time she gets to her first class, she's able to cram into the world's most uncomfortable stadium seats ever built and learn about things she wants to learn about.

She has all the things she thought she'd have in college: a regular seat in her Intro to Philosophy class where she can hide her iced coffee from the eagle eyes of her professor; a table in the library that seems to be reserved for her where she can hide her iced coffee from the glare of the world's most ancient librarian; a running study date at the campus coffee shop with a group of people from her Biology 1 lab where the barista knows her by name and always has her iced coffee on the counter.

And the world's coolest roommate.

“Honey, I’m hooome,” she sings as she throws open the apartment door hard enough that nearly hit the wall behind it. She barely stops it.

Beatrice, to her credit, doesn’t flinch. She’s used to it by now, to the way Ava seems to explode into a room. But Ava likes trying, likes seeing how much she can throw Bea off balance. She makes a certain face when something catches her off guard. A slight widening of her eyes and lips parting in surprise. Ava not-so-secretly loves it. 

There’s a lot about Bea that she not-so-secretly loves. And there’s a lot she secretly loves too.

“How did your exam go?”

Ava clicks her tongue. “What about ‘wassup, Ava’? Or ‘Ava, I missed you terribly in the hour you were gone from my side’. What kind of greeting is how did your exam go?”

Bea regards her for a moment before letting out a nearly imperceptible sigh. Ava knows that one, the way it sounds so poorly annoyed but is really just an exhale of fondness. “Hello, Ava. How did your exam go?”

There’s a lot about her that Bea not-so-secretly loves. She hopes there’s a lot Bea secretly loves too.

Ava throws her backpack onto the couch, clocking the way that Bea’s eyes follow it as it lands and bounces onto the floor. She picks it up and puts it down gently, pretending like that’s what she was going to do the whole time. Bea does her the favor of pretending the same.

“Aced it.” She crosses the room to the table where Bea is, what seems like a hundred books spread out in front of her. She frowns. If this is what junior year is going to look like, she wants no part of that. “How is saving the world?”

“It’s Religious Studies. Hardly saving the world.” But Bea’s cheeks redden still. Ava almost taps her on the nose, just to see how far down it’ll go. “But it’s going fine. I’ve nearly worked out quite the thesis for this paper.”

Ava leans over, one hand resting on Bea’s shoulder. She feels the sharp bone under her palm, the way the muscles tense and coil. She actively stops herself from running her fingers down over the cliff of Bea’s collarbone or down the curve of her shoulder to her bicep. It’s unfortunately hidden under a long sleeve shirt today, depriving Ava of one of her favorite views.

She thinks - she hopes - she hears a sharp whistle of an inhale as she leans forward even more, chest at Bea’s eye-level. It takes considerable effort to hide the smirk on her face. She deserves some kind of reward for it and she’ll take her prize in the form of a kiss.

It’s not a prize she’ll actually get. But it doesn’t stop her from dreaming about it.

“Proud of you,” she finally says, turning and pressing a fleeting kiss to Bea’s forehead. Her skin is warm and dry and Ava lets herself linger for just a second before she pulls away.

Maybe Beatrice exhales when she does. Maybe it’s just a trick of the light coming in through their living room window.

“Thank you,” Bea says softly. She arranges an already-perfect stack of papers. “I was thinking we might get Thai for dinner tonight.”

Ava pops up from the refrigerator, a bag of shredded cheese in her hand. “Take out? What’s the occasion?.”

Bea’s face twists in mild disgust. “I’m not sure if I can stomach another night of you eating… shredded cheese. From the bag.” She stands up, caps her pen, and sets it down carefully alongside the two highlighters and the pen she uses only to correct something. Ava watches in fascination, easily caught up in the way Bea’s fingers work effortlessly over them, arranging everything perfectly. “And I have a favor to ask.”

She abandons the shredded cheese. “A favor?” She bumps the refrigerator closed with her hip and leans back across the counter. “From me?”

“It has been known to happen from time to time.” Bea takes a few steps forward until she’s reached the small peninsula that extends from the side of the kitchen out into a breakfast bar where they usually eat unless Ava can convince Bea to sit on the couch. She leans against it, mirroring Ava. “But this is more of a… personal favor.”

“Yes, I’ll fight your parents. You don’t even have to ask.”

Some of the seriousness that was building on Bea’s face, the slight wrinkle in her forehead, breaks. Her mouth turns up in a slight smile, the way it always does when Ava threatens to commit bodily harm in Bea’s honor. Ava grins in return.

“I’ll remember that for the next time one of their letters arrives in the mail.” She looks thoughtful again. “No, I was wondering if…” Bea’s hands flutter in front of her for a moment before they settle into a tight knot. “Well, if you might tell me what makes me appealing to other people.”

Ava almost wishes she had a mouthful of the wine in the back of the refrigerator she’s saving for when she finds out how she did on her Poetry and Politics paper. Just so that she could spit it out and illustrate how ridiculous of a question Beatrice is asking right now. But she settles for twisting her face in confusion and staring at Bea.

Bea takes her silence as a no. “I’m sorry,” she says quickly. “That was a silly question. Forget I asked.” The walls are closing quickly. Ava is watching boards going up in the windows and two by fours going across the doors. “Of course, we can still get Thai food. Mary recommended their-”

“Bea.” Bea’s mouth snaps closed. “I wasn’t saying no. I was just… Do you really need someone to tell you?”

But the look on Bea’s face says that, yes. She does need someone to tell her. Ava considers herself a master in many subjects but she’s an expert at the ways in which Beatrice is appealing. So she carefully regards Bea and purses her lips and nods.

“I’ll do it.”

She thinks maybe there’s a flicker of relief on Bea’s face, but it passes quickly. She doesn’t linger on it. Ava crosses her arms over her chest, chin in the air as she studies Bea and resists the urge to cross the room. “Well, first of all, you always leave a light on for the last person coming home.”

Bea’s lips purse in a frown.

“And you never make me do the dishes by myself, even if you’re just sitting here with me. You don’t mind getting mushrooms on your pizza, even if I know you think they’re slimy.” Ava uncrosses her arms, starts counting on her fingers. “You keep soda in the apartment even though you think it rots my teeth. You always vacuum when I’m not home because you know how much the sound freaks me out.”

Bea’s frown deepens. “I think that makes me… a good roommate. For you.”

“The best,” Ava agrees. “No one else I’d rather be roommates with.” Bea is still frowning and Ava feels herself melt a little. She gives in this time, crossing the room to press her thumb gently to the space between Bea’s forehead, feeling the skin smooth out under her touch. “But you’re also incredibly kind. People can trust you with their lives. You’re humble, considerate. Insanely intelligent. Hilarious. And… my best friend.”

Bea smiles softly, eyes cutting down with slight embarrassment. 

“Plus.” Ava’s hand drifts without her permission, dancing across Bea’s cheek to curl around her neck to hold her gaze. “You’re hot.”

This close, she can see Bea swallow and hear the near-silent inhale of air. This close, she can feel how the words land and how they alter Bea. Ava smooths her thumb against Bea’s neck, feeling her pulse pound under thin skin. She feels herself swaying in a little, the tips of her bare feet touching Bea’s slippered toes. Her eyes drop to Bea’s lips.

She could throw caution to the wind. She could cut through the last threads of her reasonable thoughts and kiss Bea right here in their kitchen. But Bea deserves a big romance with a kiss and a side of fireworks. And Ava still has pieces of cheese stuck to her other hand. So she settles for brushing her thumb against Bea’s neck one last time and breaking the moment with a wink.

“I can write you a recommendation, if you want,” she offers as she takes a small step backwards, smiling as charmingly as she can. “Unless you’re collecting this information so that you can sell yourself to some other idiot with a better apartment.”

Bea blinks once, then twice. Her face clouds for a moment before it clears and Ava is looking back at the Bea she’s used to, albeit a little pinker in the cheeks. “Don’t be silly,” she says, voice thinner than usual. “I’d simply make you move out.”

Ava’s mouth drops open. “Me? I’d have to move out? No way. I’m basically built into the woodwork at this point.” She jabs a finger at Bea. “You jump, I jump. What’s that one line you like, from Ruby?”

“Ruth,” Bea corrects quietly. “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you,” she quotes. “Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay.”

Ava nods with an air of finality. “You’re my forever-roomate, Beatrice. Where you go, I will go, and where you stay, I will stay.”

Bea smiles, eyes on the floor for a moment before they meet Ava’s. “Okay. I suppose I can live with that.”

“Good.” Ava takes a deep breath, holding it in her cheeks, and blowing it out loudly. “You said Thai, right? Does that mean we get to eat in the living room? I pinky promise not to drop any satay sauce on the carpet.” She bounces on the tips of her toes hopefully and cheers a little when Bea sighs out a yes. Ava beams as Bea picks through the menus in the drawer that Beatrice swears the can opener is, if only Ava would truly look for it.

“You’re my forever-roommate too, Ava,” Bea says quietly as she passes Ava the take out menu. “In case you didn’t know it.”

“I did,” she lies. “But it’s nice to hear you say it every once in a while.”

Bea’s hand brushes across the back of hers and then she’s drifting away, back to the table and her homework like leaving Ava with all this knowledge - that Bea wants to be with her forever - isn’t a truth that Ava will think about for the rest of the night. Bea must know. She has to. It's the only thing that makes sense.

So, yeah. Things are going well. They’re going really well. 

[ask-dcf]

Stella is hooome! QwQ

That’s right. My little bean Stella after years has finally come into my arms. I feel closer to them than I ever have. I’m so happy for my little Star child to be with me. I’m gonna cry I swear qwq Thank you to so many people for your support. And especially the one who made the plushie.

Dia thank you again for bringing my kid into my arms qwq

Seriously guys check this person out they are so sweet and deserve so much support. Now excuse me while I go cry holding my little baby qwq

[steddiejudas]

November 10th – handcuffs/crying/begging

“Honeyyy, I’m hooome!” Eddie hollers from the front door, kicking off his shoes and jacket and actually putting them in their respective homes this time. 

Steve is sitting on the couch with an overly fond, if a little mischievous smile on his face. The love in his eyes is unmistakable at Eddie’s small act of dedication because while he loved the maid outfit, he still promised he would be better about cleaning up after himself after that night. And the fact that he stuck to that makes Steve’s chest overflow with fondness. Which only makes him more excited to show Eddie what he has for him. 

Eddie’s eyes land on Steve waiting eagerly for him and a smile splits his face, followed by dawning realization that:

1. Eddie didn’t tell him what time exactly he would get off tonight (the shop’s workload can get crazy and most nights he’s there way past the end of his scheduled shift)

And 2. Steve is hiding something

“Hey baby. How long have you been waiting for me?”

A slight blush dusts Steve’s cheeks and it’s positively delicious. “Oh. Well, I texted Jeff and he told me you guys were about an hour and a half behind. I took the time to find something I know you got for me, but were for some reason hiding.”

Eddie blanches. Oh god. Did Steve find the little red box he keeps hidden in his backup guitar case in the back of the closet?

“Woah, hey!” Steve interjects, sensing the impending panic on Eddie’s face, leaping up off the couch to pull into his comforting embrace. “I’m not mad, actually I’m very into it.”

“You’re– wait you’re into it? I mean that’s not exactly the reaction I was expecting, but if you want to, I mean, hand it over I’ll do it right now.”

Steve lights up, a smile that practically reaches his ears splitting his face in half. “Really?” 

“Yes! Of course really!” Eddie starts to lower down to one knee, slowly, cautiously, at the same moment that Steve pulls out something that is most definitely not an engagement ring from behind his back. 

Eddie panics, desperately trying to cover the fact that he was seconds away from popping the question, and graciously faceplants on the carpet. 

“What are you doing?” Steve asks.

“N– nothing I just, uh, tired. I… tripped?”

Steve chuckles, thankfully oblivious to what Eddie was really stumbling his way towards. 

“I know you had a long day, my love. We can table this for later?”

Eddie looks up, recovering quickly to fully take in what Steve found, and his own mischievous smile mirrors Steve’s from only a moment ago. Handcuffs. Pink and heart shaped.

“Oh no. No way. I was saving those for Valentine’s day, but fuck it, presents are best when they come early.”

“Sure, you say that about the handcuffs, but not me.” Steve huffs.

“My sweet boy, I want nothing more than to make you cum early, but that’s up to you, now isn’t it.”

Steve whines, nodding his head. “Yeah, but… We can still use these right?”

“Oh, sweetheart. We can use whatever you want.” Eddie takes the cuffs from Steve, inspecting them for any damage he didn’t notice in the store. He’s a little worried about the point in the cuffs, but it’s rounded with padding to make sure his precious Stevie stays safe. Finally he pulls against the chain, testing just how much Steve can fight against them. They’re not strong like the heavy duty leather ones they’ve used in the past, but they’ll do.

“So? How do you want me?” Steve asks.

Eddie looks up at him through his eyelashes and frowns. “No, no. This was all your idea baby boy. You must have some picture in that pretty head of yours of what you wanted to do with these.”

It shouldn’t be possible for Steve to blush even more, but sure enough, his cheeks get even redder, spreading down his neck and presumably to his chest. He’s silent for perhaps a beat too long, but Eddie knows he can get shy about asking for these things. Not that he’s shy about sex in the slightest, just – the freakier aspects of his own mind. Eddie never judges, never pushes to get it out of him, just waits because he knows that in a moment all shyness will evaporate when he’s screaming into a pillow.

“I um – can you, uh, cuff me behind my thighs and finger me?”

“Oh is that all? Baby I would love nothing more.”

That earns him a salacious giggle and one of those genuine smiles that spreads warmth out from Eddie’s chest to the ends of every limb. It feels like an embrace; a long, slow kiss full of affection. It feels like comfort, like home. It makes Eddie weak to every one of Steve’s whims, makes him want to finger Steve until he cums into the mattress and they have to change the sheets, but also show him how much he loves him, how much of himself he would (will) dedicate to Steve forever.

Eddie doesn’t even get a shower before Steve is rushing him to the bedroom. His protests of being sweaty and covered head to toe in grease from the shop are quickly interjected.

“Are your hands clean?” Steve asks with a lopsided grin.

“Yeah?” Eddie tentatively replies.

“Then stay exactly as you are. It does something for me.”

“‘Something’ as in you want it nasty?”

“Eddie,” Steve warns, “I swear to god if you don’t lock me up and throw away the key in the next minute I’ll start screaming about it.”

“Screaming is the plan, princess.”

Steve pouts as he strips and moves himself to all fours on the bed, his face presses hard into the pillow and he knows there will be lines in his skin from the wrinkled fabric. He doesn’t really care. His hands go out behind him, just under the plush of his ass where he knows the thick round flesh and Eddie’s hands will stop him from pulling away.

Eddie makes a sound akin to a growl at the scene presented to him. He strips off his coveralls, nearly ripping the damn things and stares in awe wearing nothing but his boxers and raggedy old wife beater undershirt. He steps out of his underwear first, moving to pull at the hem of his shirt when he notices Steve watching him. 

“Keep it on. Please.” It’s meant to come out more forceful, a mock attempt at Eddie’s own dominating tone, but Steve is weak for Eddie’s cock and it’s just hanging there, tempting him, so maybe it comes out a little whinier than he means it to.

“You sure you just want my fingers, big boy?”

“Fuck off. I want everything you’ve got, but I think you might kill me with your dick, dude.”

Steve feels the metal of the cuffs click around his wrists. It takes him a second to adjust to the unfamiliar cold heart shape, drastically different from the soft fur lined leather he’s accustomed to, but he finds the metal heats up to his body temp quickly, and the padding is surprisingly thick. In fact, he thinks they should incorporate these into play more often, as he’s rather enjoying the feeling of the edges gently digging into his skin as he gives an experimental tug. His delight at his new toy is abruptly interrupted by a swift smack against his ass, right down the middle so he feels it reverberate in his hole. He yelps at the shock of it, melting back into the pillow, face down to muffle his noises. 

“Don’t call me dude when I’m about to make you a drooling mess without a thought in your head.” 

“My pretty head?”

Eddie chuckles, leaning forward to place a kiss on Steve’s temple. “Yes, my love. Your beautiful head.”

Steve smiles, but he’s easily distracted by the grind of Eddie’s hips against his ass. Eddie’s dick slides between his cheeks, pushing a little oh out of him. He almost forgot the feeling, but just the tantalizing touch is enough to make the memories flood back. Eddie’s hands inside him, his cock ruthlessly thrusting against his prostate, coming inside. His thoughts are so clouded by Eddie that he isn’t paying attention to the real Eddie until his lubed up fingers are circling his entrance far too slowly. He stays like that for what feels like an eternity, circling, letting the tip catch in shallow thrusts, just to pull back out and go back to circling, occasionally using his unoccupied hand to leave harsh slaps to his ass. Steve starts to squirm around the fifth? Sixth slap maybe? He doesn’t know, he’s starting to lose count because all he can think about is that finger and how it never does what he wants.

“Shhh, baby, I’ll take care of you. Just let me have a little fun first.”

Steve doesn’t realize he’s whining like a sad puppy until he hears his own voice begging out of nowhere, and to his own ears he sounds choked up too. 

“Please. Pleasepleaseplease! Eddie. Need more, PLEASE.” He shouts the last word with so much force it makes a sob bubble out of him as well.

“Oh honey, are you crying for me now?”

Finally, finally Eddie’s finger pushes into him. Steve’s sobs turn into silent, fat tears, soaking the pillow and rolling over the bridge of his nose to splash down with the rest of the mess he’s making. Even with the finger brushing against his walls it’s still not enough. it feels like torture, the way Eddie is deliberately avoiding his prostate. He pushes his hips back, angling up to try and catch some friction against that spot that makes him see stars. He’s met with another smack, quickly soothed with a gentle hand and a kiss, before his hips are forcefully shoved back down. 

“Use your words, honey,” Eddie tuts. “Do you need something?”

“M- More. Eddie I need it. Need you. More fingers, stop teasing, anything please.”

“Oh, where’s the fun in that?” He teases. Still, he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out before scissoring them gently inside him. It’s been so long, too long since Steve has felt the thick digits working him over, slightly roughened and calloused by his work and years of playing guitar, but still soft as Eddie borrows Steve’s moisturizer after work so his touch remains pleasurable. It’s the smallest act of love, of dedication not unlike his effort to clean up after himself, but it makes Steve’s heart pound against his rib cage no less. He’s lost in thought again, lost in the feeling of overwhelming love and the suspicious move earlier that looked strangely like getting down on one knee… when a third finger pushes in and, oh the stretch, the fullness of Eddie’s fingers. Steve’s eyes roll into the back of his head as more tears fall because now every circle, every pump of his fingers, brush against Steve’s prostate and he’s dizzy with it. He realizes just why Eddie took to teasing him so much because now, with the ruthless attack against the sensitive bundle of nerves, he’s not going to last long.

In lieu of words, Steve lets out a string of moans and yelps, they turn into screams, bubble over into sobs as he pulls and struggles against the cuffs holding him still around his thighs. The only solid movement he can manage is to reach up and grab Eddie’s forearm, gripping tight to slow him down just a bit. He almost forgets entirely what they’re doing here, ready for the release that is quickly approaching, but he can’t cum, or maybe he can, maybe he doesn’t care. 

But of course, of course, Eddie is far too in tune to his body and knows when all of his noises turn into punched out ‘AH’s that they’re done. His fingers slow to a full stop, dragging lightly against Steve’s prostate one last time before pulling out completely. Steve wants to scream, thrash against the sheets, cuss Eddie out and beg for more, but he’s boneless, thoughtless, just as Eddie intended. With one last, remarkably softer, slap to the side of Steve’s ass, closer to his hip to avoid too much stimulation, Eddie pulls away. He soothes his arms up Steve’s sides, in soft petting motions to stop the full body tremble that’s starting to make its way through Steve’s bones, through his very soul. He whines, trying his best to pull his arms up and miraculously dissipate the cuffs so he can get his hands on Eddie in kind, but alas he’s still trapped. 

“Come here sweetheart, let me take care of you.” Eddie’s words mean something entirely different this time he utters them and Steve lets him wrap an arm around his chest and pull him up to sit in Eddie’s lap, using one hand to stretch and massage his legs while the other fiddles with the key to the cuffs. When Steve’s hands are freed he flings them around Eddie’s neck, holding on tight like he’s been missing for years, he sobs into his boyfriend’s neck while Eddie reaches up to massage the little marks the cuffs left despite their padding.

“Shhh, my love. You’re safe. You’re okay.” Eddie coos. He runs a hand through Steve’s hair, kissing his temple while the other wraps around his waist in a grounding hold.

“I know,” Steve chokes. “Always feel safe with you, Eds. Just… overwhelmed.”

“I know, baby. You did so good. Always so good for me. Why don’t you come shower with me? We’ll get clean and then I can make you some dinner.”

Steve starts to calm, his tears drying, brain coming back online, grounded by Eddie’s touch. “Yes please. The shower I mean, you’re useless in the kitchen.” 

“Hey!” Eddie playfully swats at Steve’s waist where it’s been resting, drawing comforting circles in his skin. “I make a mean pb&j and you know it.”

“Except that time you burnt the bread. Why did you even have a pb&j in a pan?”

“I… I thought it was a grilled cheese.”

“So you were high.”

“Incredibly so, yes.”

Steve rolls his eyes, fondness turning the gesture into a giggle as his eyes land on Eddie’s fake pout. 

“Fine. Pb&j’s, but the stove stays off.”

“No promises,” Eddie teases, scooping Steve up in his arms to carry him into the bathroom. Steve could probably walk, and he could probably tell Eddie that, but the man loves to take care of him, so how could he possibly refuse?

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Adam Taurus x fem! reader: Childhood friends to Lovers

“There’s a stupid expression on your face.” 

You sighed, ignoring both the question and the gorgeous man asking said question, resolutely. A large finger poked at your cheek roughly, “What’s wrong with you,” Adam asked again. 

Adam and you were relaxing on a park bench, the sun was shining bright in the sky, illuminating Adam’s features, as though there was a halo surrounding him. Unable to resist, you let another despondent sigh fall from your lips. Ever since you had discovered your feelings for your best friend since middle school, nothing had gone your way. You had tried so hard to deny the existence of those feelings, and failing that, tried to pretend it was just strong feelings of friendship. But you couldn’t will away how your heart raced at every light brush of his skin, or how your eyes lingered on his, unwilling to part with their object of desire. Eventually you had accepted it and decided to confess, but even then the words would just not come out properly. 

It was madness. First you had asked the neighbourhood baker for advice who had been unsurprised to hear of your feelings but muttered sagely, “Sweet words sound best coming on sweet things.” And so you had hatched your first plot, to write your confession on a cake but the rain that day had other plans. Next, you had asked your hairdresser who recommended serenading a lover with a song was the way to go, but even if you had some musical talent, you really couldn’t help things if the speaker caught fire right before your performance. The old lady across the street had recommended writing a love letter, but unfortunately the postman must have had a vendetta against you since it never arrived. Finally you asked your friend, who recommended getting wasted, a plan you adored all the way until you were heaving your guts out while Adam stroked your hair sympathetically. 

The universe was just determined to ruin your confessions. You glanced up irritably at Adam, who just cocked his handsome head to the side in mild concern. 

“Nothing is wrong with me, I'm fine. I just love-” 

The loud honking of a goose drowned out the rest of your sentence. You hadn’t even known there were geese at this park.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” Adam asked.

You grit your teeth and stomped away, vehemently cursing all the geese in the world.

Adam stared as you left, baffled but content for now to leave you to your demons.

—

You were laying in bed, dejected, thinking over your failed confession attempts when suddenly your phone lit up. Your eyes gleamed in delight as you saw who it was from. 

one eyed bestie: netflix? i’m bored and you look depressed. 

“stfu, i’m coming over,” you typed out and sent off your reply. 

Throwing on a hoodie, you ran to his door and knocked, still dressed in your pyjamas. “Honey, I’m hooome~” you called out as Adam opened the door. 

“Sorry I’m not in the habit of letting homeless people in,” he retorted, letting you in with an amused smile. 

As you stepped in and realised the entire living room had been converted into an elaborate pillow fort. The living room, which usually has a simple sofa and a TV in front of it, was now transformed into a cosy haven. Bed sheets spread from the sofa to the walls, the lights were tastefully dimmed as the sheets draped in the front like a door. Inside was a duvet, lined with multiple pillows, there was a laptop set up inside placed inside as the warm light enveloped you two. 

Your heart swelled and you felt your face heat up. “You did this for me?” 

Adam rolled his eyes fondly, “No, I just like decorating my entire house like a pillow fort. Go get cozy, I’ll bring some snacks.” He smiled with pride looking at your shocked expression.

You snuggled into the duvet, sitting opposite the TV screen and pulled a couple of pillows onto your lap. Adam had gone into all this effort just to cheer you up. Feeling giddy at the thought, you buried your blushing face into the pillow. How were you meant to control your feelings if the man acted like that?

Adam decided to walk back into the fort right at that moment, giving you a slightly judgmental look as he put down a small table in front of you with pocky sticks in a cup and some other snacks you liked. You grabbed a piece to munch on while Adam’s fingers made use of the remote controller. He opened up Netflix. Chewing your pocky, “Which movi-” before you could even finish, your eyes widened and a gasp left your lips. Adam put on a movie you’ve been trying to get him to watch for ages now. He smiled at your reaction, “Just be glad I’m being extra nice today. This isn’t gonna happen ever again.” 

You cooed at him teasingly, “Yea yea you say that now. I know you’re gonna watch it 10 more times in secret.” Rolling his eyes again, Adam scoffed and turned his attention to the movie. 

As you lay in the comforting cocoon of your warm blanket, a gentle heaviness settled over your limbs as you both watched the movie. You instinctively drew closer to Adam, who was radiating heat. You rested your head against his sturdy shoulder, sensing a subtle tension in him, which was quickly replaced by a serene calm as he nestled his auburn head atop yours.

Despite the drowsiness, you made a feeble attempt to keep your eyes open. But it had been a long week with a whole lot of plotting and attempted confessions, and so your eyelids fluttered closed. In the quiet moments before sleep claimed you, your thoughts your thoughts gravitate back to Adam. Your affection for him flooded your mind, and you couldn't help but dwell on how sweet he was to you. Even if it was only for tonight, and even if he didn’t even know of your romantic feelings for him, he had made you feel special, adored and cared for. Ensconced within the warmth of those feelings you slept better than you had in weeks.

When your eyes opened next, it was already morning. Painfully bright sunlight made you wince as you awoke. Blinking a few times, you groggily looked around. Unsure of how, but you had ended up sleeping on a pillow on the floor, with Adam nowhere to be found. You slowly propped yourself up, yawning. 

Where is he, you wondered. You got up and out of the pillow fort, stretching and groaning. You saw the doorknob of the flat turn and you were rewarded with the sight of a flushed and sweaty Adam donned in a black muscle tank and gray sweats as he returned from his run. He looked at you and hesitated and.. became more red?

Still too sleepy to notice anything was amiss, you ran your eyes over his physique appreciatively. He coughed pointedly, breaking you out of your trance, “Oh damn you’re awake, and I just found the perfect place to bury your dead body on my run” Adam teased.

“Very funny” you deadpanned. “I was even considering making you breakfast after you were so nice to me yesterday.”

“Really?”

“I’ve changed my mind now though, you can starve,” you declared before flipping him off and heading back to your house to begin plotting your next confession.

After the sleepover and a couple more failed confession attempts involving an ‘I love Adam’ t-shirt being mysteriously stolen from your wardrobe, you noticed Adam had been acting.. a bit strangely. He could barely look at you before turning bright red, and he jumped every time your fingers brushed against each other. Unsure of what you did to put him so on edge, you knew you needed to fix it. You laid down on your bed kicking your feet, pulling up Adam’s chat. you: hey loser. wanna go camping like that time when we were 12 and we both peed in the forest for the first time?

You stared at the screen as little bubbles instantaneously appeared. one eyed bestie: sounds good, but i won’t save you if a bear attacks us in the middle of the night 

You giggled and started preparing for the little getaway.

The camp was set on a hill near your neighbourhood, lamps shining against the evening mist settling on the leaves. You were making the beds in both your tents as Adam worked the firewood, setting them alight, till they glowed bright. You turned away from the tent and witnessed the sky behind was twilight purple, the trees black and Adam was shining with the fires light. He smiled, proud of his work, Adam’s smile was so beautiful, pink lips, lightly glistened wet. Lines formed by his eyes, his imperfections were so perfect. 

You bit your lip at the beauty standing before you, as Adam turned around to see you looking at him. He blushed as he met your gaze, almost tripping over the log beside him. It set the side of his shoe on fire as he stomped it repeatedly to put it out. He looked back at you noticing you were still in awe. He sighed in relief. 

“Are you planning to help or should I do everything?” you teased as you sat back and relaxed on the bed you had just made. “Am I your little worker?” He chuckled, adding, “Fine what do you want me to do?” you got up “Watching all the hard work with the firewood has made me very thirsty, could you fetch me a beer?”  

Adam cracked upon a couple of cold ones and sat next to you on the bedroll. You both clinked your bottles as Adam and silently looked up at the sky. 

The stars had begun appearing, you felt a yearning in your heart as you took another sip of your bottle. You were so far away from the stars, just a tiny speck but oddly, you felt the same distance from Adam who was right next to you. If only he knew how much you loved him, you felt your eyes tear up. Or maybe it was the alcohol, you could feel the heat rise up along with the confidence. Perhaps this time you won’t hurl out your insides.

“ADAM!” you yelled, breaking the silence. He turned towards you, wide eyed, “WHAT?!”. You closed your eyes tightly “Adam I love you!” You opened your eyes, big drops of tears forming, “I have loved you for so long”. Adam calmly used his hand to wipe your tears “Took you long enough. I know.” You were visibly shocked “What? What do you mean?” Adam chuckled “You told me in your sleep, in the pillow fort.” He had a sheepish smile as he leaned in to give you a kiss. He pulled away and whispered “I love you too” as he gave you another kiss. He could feel your smile against his lips. 

Adams' kisses got increasingly aggressive as he pushed you back onto the tent floor, your hands gripping his shoulder maybe to try and tame the man losing his control. You moaned into his mouth as Adam pulled away “Now that I know your feelings, let me show you mine.” You just wanted to melt into Adam’s arms, you couldn’t even believe this was happening to you. 

Your hands still on his shoulders, nails digging through his t-shirt, as if you were begging him to just eat you up. Adam’s keen blue eye peered into your eyes, as he noticed you were desperate to have him. “Look at you, I want you to beg for me,” he said in a low groan and a slight smirk. You gritted your teeth, you wanted to stand your ground. After all you had been through so much to say I love you, but you needed Adam. “Please fuck me” you said, shocked at your own words and conviction. “Good girl,” Adam grunted as he sat up straight, removing his t-shirt bearing his pale toned chest. 

The muscles and lines defined by the moonlight, you could see his v line go down the top of his jeans. You could now see the imprint of his hardened penis throbbing against his pants. Adam unzipped and pulled down his jeans as his member sprung out. His dick was long and hard, tip was pink with a vein extending down. You could see it pulsate, waiting to be rubbed. You extended your hand to hold it just as Adam caught your hand, “You really think you can do as you like?” He was losing his composure as he took in a hitched breath, “Tonight I’ll be in charge.” He pinned your hands above you as he used his knee to part your legs. Adam used his hips to position his cock by your entrance. He first moved to rub your clit and slid his cock through your folds, teasing you, spreading your wetness, watching you whimper. You could barely manage to whisper “Please, please put it in.” 

Adam finally brought his cock at your entrance again and thrusted forward, inserting his tip inside, as he released a sigh. The relief of his penis tip finally buried in your soft warm walls, he thrusted fast and quick finally putting his whole length inside of you. You tightly wrapped your legs around him as you rolled your head back simply feeling him inside, just then Adam groaned, “You didn’t say I love you sooner, now be a good girl and take my punishment,” he said thrusting, with a smirk. 

He held you by the waist and flipped you to be on top as he laid down. You moaned “Oh Adam,” as you could feel his cock inside your body, you straddled him as you began moving your hips back and forth. His tip was hitting your sensitive g spot, the base of penis was rubbing again and again on your clit. You could feel yourself get closer as you began moving up and down, smacking your ass against his hips. He saw your breasts bounce, cupping them in his hands he squeezed teasing your nipples with his thumbs. 

Adam noticed you get closer as your moans got louder and louder in the quiet forest, he firmly held your hips as he started thrusting from below, you felt a surge of pleasure spread across your folds, as you felt a warm sensation rise from your pussy up to your abdomen. You orgasmed, releasing a loud moan and you bent forward on to Adam’s chest. “You’re not done just yet, not till I’m finished.” 

He wrapped a strong arm around your back flipping you below again. He got on top, still inside you he began pounding. He used his hands to hold your legs open as he got faster and faster, you could see Adam’s stomach contract, his v line contort, he was about to release his cum inside you. Adam moaned, as beads of sweat rolled off his face, he pumped you a final few times as he loosened his grip on your legs, squirting out his white cum inside. You felt a sense of satisfaction, as he collapsed on top of you.

“I love you so much,” Adam whispered to you, nestling his face in the crook of your neck. Your eyes twinkled as the stars shone brightly above, you were in shock and awe at what had just happened, as if the stars above had finally listened and made your dreams come true. “I love you too,” you replied, and this time you managed to say the words successfully.

your childhood,

admins sar, sav & san

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Did You Buy Out The Store?

(Monthly Flow Series)

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader Word Count: 652 Description The drip gawd is more then willing to buy anything his baby needs when the time of the month rolls around.

Huge thank you to @auburnwrites for the idea, this one is for you! __________ Tag list @omg-im-such-a-masochist @damnnhausen @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @new-zealand-chic @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @xbreezymeadowsx @rebellious-desires @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @letsgivethisonemoreshot @alination @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @cuzimacomedian @aews-four-pillars @elevennbloom @melblacc @whenimakeitshine1234 @alliwant456

 If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ Seth💧👑‘Hello gorgeous just finished the interview is there anything I can get you at the store?’

Babydoll🥵😏: A new uterus please

😩Seth💧👑: That bad this month? 

Babydoll🥵😏: Yes I’m cramping, too hot but yet too cold I have a massive headache and I just feel like shit 

Seth💧👑: Don’t worry baby, the drip god is on the way 

Pocketing his phone Seth backs out of his parking space and starts for the nearest store. He knew that you really struggled sometimes when your period came, and for once he was home to take care of you. Not exceeding the speed limit by too much Seth soon parks the car and pulls a cap on and his sunglasses. He was hoping he could get through this trip without attracting too much attention. 

“Hello.” 

Waving to the door greeter Seth grabs a cart and starts wandering through aisles. 

“Okay period products, let’s see pads, tampons, liners?”Looking over what seemed like hundreds of options he decides to just grab one of all three. But now there are different flows? 

Blowing out a puff of air he grabs a few more in different colors then continues down the aisle. 

“Okay, I know my baby uses this one for headaches.” 

Grabbing two bottles of your preferred medicine he continues walking around the store. His cart slowly filled as he tried to think of anything you may need. New comfy pajamas, although you’d probably just wear his shirt most of the time. A new blanket. Your favorite snacks, drinks, and flowers. A cute card he thought you would get a laugh out of and just some random shit. He even tossed in a few romance movies, he knew from rooming with Finn that they were decent selections. 

When he finally finishes Seth pushes his cart to checkout and begins scanning everything. Okay maybe he bought a little too much but when it came to you there was no such thing as too much. Taking all of his bags Seth makes his way to the car and places everything in the backseat. Sending you a text that he would be home soon, Seth starts the car and heads for your house. “I’m hooome!”

Hearing your boyfriend’s voice ring through your house made you smile and wince. Setting your phone down you call out from the living room.

“Hello baby, sorry it took so long.”

“Jeez Seth look at all those bags! Did you buy out the whole store?”

“Noooo and in my defense I wanted to be sure you had everything you would need.”

“And then some thank you for picking it all up. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, now I see you already have one of my shirts on. So I’ll wash these pajamas and maybe you can wear them tomorrow.”

Sorting through the bags, Seth places the clothing in the wash along with the blanket. Going back to the living room he sits next to you placing your legs on his lap.

“I wasn’t exactly sure which box I was supposed to get so I got all of these. The wrong ones I can just have one of the girls pick up and they can keep them in the locker room.”

“That’s very sweet of you.”

Kissing his hand you smile as he brings out your favorite drinks and snacks. Then put a movie in, Seth knew that sometimes you just really enjoyed having a physical copy of movies.

“Okay beautiful let me cuddle you.”

Scooping you up, Seth lays down and places you in front of him, his hands automatically rubbing your stomach in light circles. You were so thankful you didn’t have to go through this one alone, Seth always did everything he could to make the time easier for you. He truly was the best.

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Chapter 5: Run That By Me Again

Summary: You meet up with Kita and he asks you to tutor Suna. You and your friends arrive at the gym to take some shots for the volleyball team's posters when you get suspicious of Suna.

A/N: holy moly, this is like. the longest chapter i've written so far (a whopping 5.5+ words O.O) (i know its not that long compared to others but shush). chapter 6 is almost finished and will be posted next week; however, i'll have to move the schedule to every Saturday in my timezone (Fridays PST) since i'm going back to school and i have responsibilities again 🥹. anyway, as usual, likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! hope you like the chapter and hope you have a nice day!

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(Knock, knock.

“Excuse us, anybody hooome~?”

Your small hand tightened its grip on your older brother’s, your wide eyes flitting up to him nervously. Your palms were sweaty, and your face was flushed. Your baby cheeks were puffed out as you gulped down the large lump in your throat but to no avail. “Shinichi… I wanna go home now…” You say to him, pulling at his sleeve to get him to leave the doorstep of your neighbors’ house, to get him to go back to your home—if you can call that new, empty house a home.

Your older brother, Shinichi, looks down at you, blue-green eyes wide with surprise. He said your name softly, placing a hand on your shoulder, his free hand holding onto the basket of separately packaged biscuits. “We can’t go back home already, we just got here. Besides, it’s important to make friends with the neighbors, remember?” He had gently said to you, smiling.

You frowned deeply, shaking your head vehemently as you buried your face in his shirt. “No! I wanna go home… my stomach is feelin’ funny…” You cried. You didn’t want to meet new people. You didn’t want to see them stare at you again, behind their bright cameras and whispers behind their hands, like how it was in your hometown. The thought filled you up with a funny feeling in your stomach that made you want to puke, and made your hands and fingers shake.

Shinichi’s eyebrows raised before they furrowed, frowning now as well as he pushed the bangs away from your face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced ya. We can come back here another day—” He had said to reassure you, finally understanding your state, when the door had opened and the two of you whipped your heads to look at it.

You hid behind your older brother, immediately cautious, as the both of you stared up at the old woman who greeted you at the door. Her hair was already a silvery gray and a warm smile was plastered on her face, inviting and comforting.

“Oh? Ya must be the kids of the family that jus’ moved in.” She said, her smile getting brighter as she looked down at you and Shinichi.

He smiled politely, bowing at her and nudging your back so you would do the same. “That’s right! I’m Shinichi and this is my little sibling.” He had said, introducing the two of you. He calls your attention. “Say hi to the nice lady.”

Meekly, you had averted your cautious gaze from the woman, muttering a small ‘hi’ that made the old woman beam at you, regardless. “Oh, such polite children! I’m Kita Yumie, nice ta meetcha!” She had said. Shinichi beams. You don’t reply.

“Nice ta meetcha too, ma’am, we’re actually here ta give ya some biscuits we made! Our mama wanted us ta make friends with the neighbors.” Shinichi says, handing a plastic of cookies to Yumie, which she gingerly accepts. “But, my sibling is actually having a stomachache so we have ta go back home.”

You hid yourself even more behind Shinichi, about two seconds away from running back home and locking yourself away from the world. Yumie raised her eyebrows. “Oh! If that’s the case, please, have some tea leaves we have. They help immensely with stomach pains, I always have my grandchildren drink it when they complain about their tummy feelin’ funny.” She had said and she looked behind her. “Ah, Shizuka’s taking care of Shousuke then—Shin-chan! Can ya get the mint tea from the top cabinet?”

You peeked around your brother when she said that, the littlest bit of curiosity having had taken hold of you. “Oh, Shinsuke is a really sweet boy. He’s about yer age, actually!” Yumie said to you, smiling brightly. "He's a bit shy but he means well. I would appreciate it if ya befriend the boy as well."

Shinichi grinned down at you, almost excited. You're confused. "Did ya hear that? Ya might get a new friend!" He had said to you. You highly doubted it. You didn't want a new friend. You wanted to be left in peace. You wanted to be alone. You wanted to disappear from everyone else's peering eyes forever—

"Grandma." A new voice had cut in and you turn your head to look behind Yumie, and your eyes had widened seeing his silver hair, fading to black at the tips, and his sharp brown eyes. "Here's the tea."

The two of you made eye contact, and he had blinked at you curiously, while you blinked back.

"Ah, thank you, Shin-chan. These are our new neighbors!" Yumie had said to him, before turning to you and Shinichi. "This is my grandson, Kita Shinsuke."

You looked at him, at Kita, and the both of you made eye contact.

Your eyes wide, as he nodded at you and your brother. "It's nice ta meetcha."

Your stomach started to feel funny again. But that time, it was different.)

When you were younger, you never really thought that you'd be friends with Kita Shinsuke, much less best friends. The quiet, mild-mannered boy from two houses down the street, living with his siblings and his grandmother while his parents worked away in the rice fields. He was a year older than you were, and on the weekends, you and your older brother would visit his house.

You can’t remember exactly when you two became friends. At some point, you two just clicked.

You can’t remember exactly when you realized you had feelings for him either. No, that’s not entirely true. You just know that at some point, Kita became someone you wanted to give the world to. At some point, your heart began to beat quicker whenever you saw him. Your palms would get clammy with sweat when he’s near you. At some point, your feelings went past the line of platonic.

And it was the scariest realization of all.

“Kita?” You call out as you step through the doors, walking onto the school rooftop. It was quite easy to slip away from Nana and Ryuji, who were so immersed in finding out the universal deadline for returning one’s manga. No one comes up to the rooftop anyway, so you were pretty much safe on your way up.

The wind is much stronger up here, whipping through your hair. No one comes up here, so it’s only you and Kita.

He’s sitting by the net railing of the rooftop, silver hair waving in the strong wind. Ankles crossed and arms wrapped around his knees, he looks serene. It feels like your heart just stopped and got resuscitated at the same time. Smiling, you walk—if not skip—over to him, your grin barely hidden on your face. “Kita!”

Kita blinked and looked up to see you approach, his expression melting away to form a gentle smile on his face. He says your name gently—your first name, like he always had—, greeting you with a ‘good morning’ and you feel like your heart could burst as you sit down beside him, enjoying the morning air next to him.

Kita Shinsuke. Your best friend, your childhood friend. Your everything.

“Did ya finish yer morning practice early?” You ask him, getting comfortable on the ground. Kita’s usually so busy with the volleyball club, he rarely has time to see you in the mornings.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “everyone was tired after a few drills so I let them rest before their first period classes start. I also wanted to talk to ya before class.”

You grin. “Ya say they usually slack off during practice. Did ya decide to be merciful this time?” You joke. Kita tilts his head.

“Am I that strict?”

“Nah, yer good. The best captain even.”

For as long as you can remember, Kita loved volleyball. It started when the both of you saw a couple of kids passing a volleyball back and forth between each other. It was obvious that Kita wanted to try playing, but he was never verbal about his interests at that time. He never talked about what he wanted, it’s like he just adapted to what happened around him and acclimated. You scrapped up whatever money you had in your allowance with Shinichi’s help, and bought Kita a volleyball for his 7th birthday.

You were afraid that he wouldn’t like it, that you overestimated yourself and thought you knew him better than you actually did, but you will never forget the way he smiled and hugged you in thanks that day. Ever since then, he is always so thorough when he practices, and he gives his all every time. The fact that he became captain made you so proud of him.

“When's the preliminaries for Interhigh? I need ta know when to hog the TV at home to watch ya play.” You say, wringing your fingers together.

“Some time after midterms, I believe.” Kita replies. “But ya don’t have to watch if yer busy.”

“Don’t say that! I want to!” You suddenly exclaim, closing your fists as you whip your head to him. “What kinda person would I be if I didn’t support ya?”

Kita’s expression softens as he looks at you, smiling gently. “Thank you.” He says with a gentle utterance of your name.

Kita Shinsuke. Your best friend, your childhood friend. Your everything.

Everything you want in your future but you’re not even sure if he feels the same way.

“Oh wait, which reminds me,” Kita’s words make you perk up, “can I ask ya fer another favor? I’m sorry, I know I already asked ya ta make posters for the team but—"

“If it’s a request from you, I don’t mind, Kita.” You say, scooting closer to show him you’re paying attention. “What is it?”

“Thank you, it’s just… something that needs to be done before midterms.”

Your heart begins to beat dangerously fast. Wait, oh no, what if he’s planning on confessing to someone and he wants you to be the messenger? What if he wants to stop being friends because of that? Please don’t let it be that, please don’t let it be that—!

“Ya remember Suna Rintarou, right?”

Oh thank God.

Wait, what.

“Suna Rintarou?” You repeat in confusion, tilting your head as you raise an eyebrow. “Ya mean that boy from the cafeteria yesterday? Your teammate?” And the guy who just recorded the Miya twins and Nana bickering without doing anything to stop the scene and the guy who crashed into you yesterday and didn’t bother apologizing. (But Kita didn’t need to know that.)

“That’s the one.”

“What’s his deal then?” Your face sours at the mere thought of the sleepy-eyed asshole as you place your chin on your palm.

“Well, his grades are dropping. And we had been informed yesterday that if he doesn’t pass his midterms, it is highly likely that he’d be benched for Interhigh preliminaries.”

“Oh.” You blurt out, lifting your head. “That’s not good.”

Kita frowns, nodding his head as he rubs his temple. “Yes. I was wonderin’ if you can talk to him, and help him out a bit.”

You blink. “Help him out?” You repeat and Kita just gives you a look. Instantly, you regret being on the same wavelength as him sometimes. “I am NOT tutoring him.”

“Is it because ya had to scold him yesterday at lunch—?”

“It’s because he’s an annoying lil—!” You cut yourself off, running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry, it won’t work, Kita, we won’t get along. I barely even know the guy, I don’t have time for him, and I don’t have time for his problems!”

Kita sighs. “He’s one of our key players in the team, and a talented spiker. I don’t want to have a player like him benched for half of the tournament.”

You look down at your feet, pouting. “Yer probably better than him, Kita. No, yer definitely a better player!”

“I’m flattered yer confident in my abilities, but, Suna’s still a core starting player.” Kita says. “Please, if not fer him, can ya do it fer me?”

He’s doing it again. You don’t know if he’s aware he does it. He HAS to know that he’s doing it! There is no way he’s just subconsciously and coincidentally giving you puppy dog eyes with those brown eyes of his.

And the saddest thing is that it’s actually working on you.

“Ghk. Well…” You trail off, trying to avert your gaze from the way Kita is looking at you. “Well… uh…”

Kita’s small frown grows deeper and his eyebrows furrow even more, from looking like a quiet, pouting child, to a sad looking labrador puppy sitting in the rain. Oh, this is so not fair. This is really not fair!

“F— Fine…” You finally say, slumping as you sigh loudly. “I’ll help him study. But only if he asks! I ain’t offering!”

It seems like that was enough for him as he smiles softly at you, one of those rare smiles he never really shows others (you feel special every time you see it). You try to ignore the way your heart flutters when he rests his head on your shoulder, slightly tired from morning practice. He may be a robot to some, but you see different. He says your name. “Thank you.” Kita murmurs. “Yer a lifesaver.”

“Don’t mention it.” You reply, trying to keep your composure as well as act normal, resting your head on top of his, praying that he doesn’t hear the way your heart is beating so fast right now, so thunderous, so loud. How has he not noticed by now?

“Ya know, I’m glad yer my friend.” He says and you feel his breath on your shoulder, you feel his hand ghosting the side of yours, you feel your cheeks heat up so bad you feel like your face would melt and catch on fire.

You want to cry. You want to throw up. You want to hug him, kiss him, tell him how much you love him and how much you want to be by his side. How much he means to you. How happy he makes you feel.

But you don’t. You can’t.

You just smile at him. “Hey, Kita.” And you hope your voice doesn’t sound weird, that you don’t sound nervous, that you aren’t stuttering like a bumbling fool. You hope that you don’t throw up after this. And he smiles back at you.

“I’m glad yer my friend too!” You say, eyes shut as you force a smile.

You hope, you pray, that he never finds out what he does to you. At least, not until you tell him yourself. These feelings of yours are like a secret you want to share with him and only him, the only page in your locked diary that you’d willingly tear out and give to him because you’d know your secret is safe with him. A secret only meant for you and him. Your confidant. Your best friend. Your childhood friend. Your everything.

“Thank you.”

If only you were brave enough, prepared enough to trust him with the key.

“Disposable cameras?!"

“Check.”

“Lights?!”

“Check.”

“Okay! Senpai, draft posters?!”

“...”

“Senpai?”

“.....”

“SENPAI!”

You startle out of your daze and stand up straight, finally zoning back in. Classes have ended a few minutes ago and you’re in the clubroom, preparing everything you and your friends need to take the photos for the posters of the volleyball team. Though, you’ve been in a daze all day ever since your talk with Kita this morning. “Huh? Oh, the drafts? Yeah, check.” You quickly say, filing through the stack of papers in your hands.

“Are ya alright? You were zoning out just now.” Ryuji asks you, tilting his head as he looks at you confused.

“Eh? Yeah, I’m alright, why wouldn’t I be?” You reply, trying to act normal again.

“I know ya space out sometimes, senpai, but it’s not like ya ta mentally peace out while doing somethin’ fer the club.” Nana says, before she gasps, hand going to cover her mouth almost scandalously as she leans forward. “Is it… is it Mystery Boy Crush—?!”

Immediately, you have Nana’s mouth covered with both your hands, your eyes wide and cheeks red. “No! No, I mean— okay, yeah, it’s Mystery Boy Crush but like—”

Nana shrieks in excitement. “Wait, really?! What happened this time? What did he do??” She asks, eager for details as she pries your hands off her mouth. Ryuji doesn’t say anything but it’s obvious he’s curious too, if the way he’s leaning towards you and tilting his head was any indication.

Both your friends know that you have someone you like (an image that would shock anyone who didn’t know you personally). They know you are close with him, and that you are head over heels over him, but they have no idea as to who your Mystery Boy Crush is. They’re curious though, and overwhelmingly positive about him as all you’ve ever told them is that he’s sweet, studious, and caring (which is true).

“He just… we just talked…” You say, averting your gaze. Honestly, that’s all you really did earlier but your heart still stubbornly and erratically beats.

“Wait, oh my god, shut up, did ya?!" Nana excitedly pries, shaking your shoulders. "Did ya finally confess yer feelings? Did he tell ya he liked ya too?!"

You raise your eyebrows, grabbing Nana's hands to stop her shaking you. "Uh, no. We really just talked." You reply, making her whine out loud.

"Nana, we shouldn't pry too much." Ryuji chastises her and Nana robotically turns her head towards Ryuji, an unimpressed look on her face.

"If ya tell me yer not curious about who senpai's mystery crush is and what they did earlier today, yer a huge liar."

"... yer not entirely wrong." Ryuji admits, rubbing the back of his neck and Nana places her hands on her hips proudly.

"Of course, I'm right!" She says ("I said not entirely wrong—") before turning to you. "Senpai, are ya SURE ya can't give us at least one clue? Like, what club is he in? What does he look like? Is he cute? Hot?"

You blush and lightly push Nana's face, pinching her cheeks. "Not gonna tell ya. It's a secret fer me and me alone." You say and while Nana whines once again and Ryuji looks disappointed, they don't press the issue any further.

"Fineee. Let's just head to the gym now—"

A sudden voice by the doorway interrupts the three of you. You all recognize the voice; Nana snaps her head up, face immediately twisted in displeasure, Ryuji frowns deeply, and you immediately steel yourself, putting on your blank facade once more.

"Looks like we have the clubroom to ourselves then, doesn't it guys?"

At the doorway stood three boys. The one with dark hair is eyeing you and Nana with his blue, keen gaze, lazy smirk plastered on his face. (Sleazy, as Nana would describe him.) The one with strawberry blond hair and red eyes is standing farther back, hands shoved into his pockets, eyes boring into the three of you. The last one with light brown hair is standing front and center, smiling coyly at you and you alone.

It annoyed you.

"You shut yer whore mouth, Hasegawa!" Nana shouts at the dark haired boy, the one who spoke up first earlier.

He frowns at Nana, shaking his head in mock disappointment as he clicks his tongue. "Yer so violent, Nana-chan! Maybe if ya softened up a bit, somebody would take pity and actually have interest in ya." He says, revelling in the way Nana clenches her fists and grits her teeth. "Hmm, maybe grow up a bit while yer at it as well. How old are ya again? Eleven?"

Nana snaps her head to you and Ryuji, and you two can almost see a vein ready to pop in her forehead. "Can I hit him this time?"

"Maybe not…" Ryuji restrains her by the arms in advance.

"Come on now, you two, why don't we get along?" The light brown haired boy says, smiling coyly at Nana this time as he waves his hands to placate her, which irks her even more.

"Joue-senpai." You finally say, voice level. "I thought ya weren't coming to the clubroom today."

While you're the vice president of the art club, Joue Misao is the president of the art club. At least, he should be. He doesn’t really do anything for the club aside from hanging out with his friends, Hasegawa Daiki and Amiya Hotarou, in the clubroom along with the rest of his lackeys. (“Like a bunch of lazy twats,” Ryuji had said once.) It’s annoying, but Misao is well and popular among everyone else for his ikemen-like appearance and “chivalrous” personality. In reality, he’s narcissistic and flat out lousy.

Daiki isn’t a member of the art club; he’s actually not a member of any club right now as he prefers to spend his free time after school doing ‘dodgy’ activities. Hotarou, on the other hand, IS a member of the club but he’s either just brooding in the background during club activities or with Misao and Daiki doing who knows what.

You and your friends weren’t fond of the trio, Nana and Ryuji more riled up because of how Misao dumped all his responsibilities on you and them in the past.

“Oh, we heard that y’all were going to the gym today, so we figured we’d guard the clubroom while yer at it.” Misao replies to you, demure smile now turned back to you. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes though.

“YER our club president! Ya should be helping us right now too—!” Nana rolls up her sleeves, ready to punch anyone if needed, but Misao wags a finger at her.

“Ah, but isn’t this our lovely vice president’s idea? Then this should be their responsibility, shouldn’t it?” He says, side-eyeing you with a smirk on his face and saying your name. “That’s what we talked about yesterday, ain’t that right?”

Your frown deepens and you cast a harsh glare at Misao, but you don’t say anything despite the fact that you’re obviously irked. Ryuji does it for you. “Ya know, ya can’t just blow off all yer responsibilities and expect Vice Pres to—”

“Shut uppp. Yer cutting in on our downtime.” Daiki whines, pushing past the three of you to walk further into the clubroom.

“Hah??! Why I outta—!” You stop Nana with a sigh, leading her and Ryuji out of the clubroom.

“Let’s just go, guys, it’s not worth it.” You say, ignoring the smirk Misao gives you. You push your friends out as they complain, quickly exiting the clubroom before any more bickering can break out.

Hotarou’s red eyes follow you out the door.

“We should’ve cussed ‘im out.”

You give a drawn out sigh as the three of you near the gym. Nana and Ryuji are pissed, rightfully so, with how Misao and his friends had treated the three of you earlier. Honestly, you want to throttle him as well. Wipe that stupid smirk off his face and maybe pull out at least some of his brown hair. But alas, you had a reputation to keep and hitting someone willy nilly wouldn't do anything for you except cause trouble.

"It's really not a big deal." You say, turning to Nana and Ryuji with a dubious look on your face, an eyebrow raised.

"No, it's not not a big deal!" Nana interjects, shaking both her fists in front of her. Her face is red hot with anger, eyebrows furrowed together so tightly you're worried she'd get wrinkles early. "Ya don't deserve treatment like that! Those assholes shouldn't be treating ya that way and personally, I'd give 'em a piece of my mind!"

"I don't normally agree with, uhh, violent methods but Nana's right." Ryuji adds, crossing his lanky arms over his chest as he regards you with stern eyes. "Telling a teacher about his lousiness won't cut it."

"That's right, that's right!"

This shouldn't be the time for your heart to swell at their concern for you, but you can't help it. They really ground you. Support you never knew you needed until you were about to collapse.

Though their willingness to beat someone up for you is endearing in some way, it's not a good idea in the slightest. "They insulted the two of ya, too. I'm more miffed by that than whatever they do or whatever they say ta me." You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "But causing a scene won't solve anything, ya know, we'd only get in trouble and I don't want that for either of ya."

Nana pouts. "We can handle any punishment!"

"I'd rather ya don't handle a punishment in the first place." You sigh again, throwing your head back and staring at the sky. "Let's jus' leave it, yeah? We just have ta deal with Joue-senpai fer another few months."

"Ya mean an entire school year." Nana grumbles as she slumps, extremely exhausted just from that one encounter. "Can y'all believe he said photography is just taking random pictures and photoshopping ta make it pretty? The nerve of that dick!"

"I've had Hasegawa mess up one of my oil paintings by adding an entire cup of water to my paint…" Ryuji adds, rubbing his face with his hands. "And Amiya…"

Nana cuts in. "Amiya's just weird."

You sigh in understanding. "Well, doesn't mean we can't have a fun year, now does it?" You say, trying to light up the mood. Nana looks at you with disbelief.

"Yer so disgustingly optimistic!"

Soon, the three of you arrive at the gym, the double doors wide open. You can hear talking in the gym, loud murmurs, and the occasional squeaking of sneakers against the hardwood floors.

You enter the gym first, followed by Nana and Ryuji. “Excuse me, please pardon the intrusion.” You call out, voice calm and cool and face stoic. The entire team is dressed in their volleyball uniforms and they turn their heads when you announce your arrival. Coach Kurosu is with Kita, their attention now on you the second you called out, and Kita gives you a small smile.

"Ah, members of the art club. I take it Kita asked ya to make the posters fer us." Coach Kurosu asks you as you and your friends approach him.

"Yes, thank you fer letting us borrow yer time today. Especially since we heard the tournament is somewhat soon…"

"Oh, don't worry about that! Just do what ya gotta do fer today." Coach Kurosu assures you, waving his hand, and he turns to Kita. "I'll leave everything to ya then, kid. Gotta meet with some teachers."

Kita nods and you bow to the older man as the coach leaves the gym. The former gives you a smile. "Thanks again." He murmurs to you and you nod, trying not to let a grin spread on your face.

The silver-haired captain then turns to his team and beckons them to gather around, all of them obeying either with a confused or curious expression. "Boys, these are the members of the art club. They'll be helping us create recruitment posters, as well as fundraiser posters."

You bow to the rest of the team, Nana and Ryuji following your lead. "Good afternoon. I'm the vice president of the art club," you say, giving them your name, "these are my fellow members, Hibiki Ryuji and Murasaki Nana. Thank you for havin' us." You have Nana distribute the draft posters so everyone can have a look, while you and your friends set up the lights. You flit your eyes over each member, checking to see if everyone is accounted for. You asked Kita for a list of all his teammates and their positions yesterday when you were making the draft posters.

There’s Aran, Akagi, and Omimi; the three you know the most because you’ve seen them with Kita during school most of the time. There’s the first years as well, though, the only one you know by name is Riseki Heisuke (mostly because Nana has complained about him bumping into her one too many times).

… And there are three second years trying to avoid your gaze.

Ginjima looks like he wants to melt into the floor this time, Atsumu is too busy having a “friendly” glaring match with Nana, Osamu is trying to stifle his laughter. The only second years who are looking at you are Yuto, who’s glancing between you and the aforementioned three in confusion, and…

You narrow your eyes when you see Suna’s yellowish-gray gaze fixed on you. He doesn’t look angry or even annoyed, he’s just staring at you with blank eyes.

What’s his deal?

Blink, please?

“What are you glaring at, High and Mighty?” Suna suddenly says, surprising you and at the same time, managing to make you viscerally angry. High and what?

“Are ya talking ta me?” You speak in a threateningly calm voice, eyebrows raised as you level him with a cold look.

Suna doesn’t flinch and just regards you with a raised eyebrow. “I dunno, am I?”

He’s looking at you with a challenging and indignant glare again, just like he had yesterday. But this time, you don’t know; it’s like there’s something else. Something else he has under his sleeve. You’ve met too many people like him to not know when someone thinks they have a trump card. This look he’s giving you is not just challenging or indignant; it’s sly. And cunning.

Before you can think about it further, Ryuji calls you over for help with the lights. Pursing your lips, you glance back at Suna, rolling your eyes before turning around. “I know you’re well aware that I have a name.” You say. “You know it. Use it.”

Whatever information he thinks he has against you, it wouldn’t make you bat an eye.

“We’ll do a formal group shot first, two rows, shorter members on the front and taller members in the back.” Nana orders after everyone is finished looking at the draft posters, and you and Ryuji have the lights ready. “We don’t have all day! If ya lose yer dignity being singled out as the shortest teammate, I don’t care!”

"Should you be talking?!"

You watch with a sigh as Nana wrangles everybody to their proper positions. Ryuji is pale with how many tall athletes Nana is quickly making enemies of, and you can practically hear all the backup plans he's mentally forming if she ever manages to anger 3 or more of them. "I'm going to have an aneurysm."

"Don't have it here."

"I'm gonna have a medical emergency and yer tellin' me ta hold it in?"

When the players have lined up now, Nana looks at them with a scrutinizing gaze, hand on her chin as she looks at them one by one. "Senpai," she calls out to you, "do ya think their positions are alright?"

Blinking, you give them all a once over, pursing your lips. "I think it'd be better if the front row crouches or sits down, and the tallest members in the back row stand on each end…" As you ramble, you walk forward and begin rearranging all the volleyball club members in the back row, tallest ones on each end and their heights descending towards the middle.

Some of the first years blush when you nonchalantly grab their arms and wrists to pull them to a new spot. You don't give it much thought. You're too busy with what you're doing.

You were so busy that you didn't notice the foot jutting out in front of your path and you trip on it, eyes wide as you flail your arms in front of you to break your fall. The impact doesn't come, however; an arm swiftly wraps around your waist, stopping your fall.

The air is knocked out of your lungs for a moment before you quickly gather your bearings, twisting around to look at the culprit who tripped you and the savior who caught you.

They're one in the same.

Suna stares down at you with the same blank eyes, brown bangs cascading down his face. You're acutely aware of his arm still wrapped around your waist even as you manage to stand upright once again. Barely registering Kita's voice asking if you're alright, you watch as Suna glances at Kita and back at you with a scrutinizing gaze, almost as if… he's trying to decipher something.

Just…

Just what is this guy planning?!

Student ID: Joue Misao

Class 3-7, President of the Art Club

Age: 18

Birthday: April 1

Fun Fact: Once, he saved a first year's cat from a tree to show off, fell on his bum while climbing down, and found out it wasn't even the first year's cat.

Student ID: Hasegawa Daiki

Class 3-2

Age: 18

Birthday: September 5

Fun Fact: He once tried to date three girls at the same time but they all broke up with him on the same day without being aware of one another.

Student ID: Amiya Hotarou

Class 3-1

Age: 17

Birthday: February 29/March 1 (on non-leap years)

Fun Fact: He always gets confused when he doesn't see his birthday on the calendar when it's not a leap year.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

i’m finally hooome! what a happy day, evan appeared to pull us out of our drought.

[izukusspirit]

IN RESPONSE OF WAKING UP IM INSTANTLY LIKE----DIBS FATHER ON FUCKING SHOOK CRACK LIKE ???? SON WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN LESS THEN 30 SECONDS TODAY??-

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM DID I ACCIDENTLY MAKE HIM A HUMAN ALIEN TO MESS WITH HIM MENTALY ABOUT EGG TOAST

NOOOOOOOOOOO I THOUGHT I GAVE HIM BLACK ADO CHAN MLG GLASSES BECAUSE I WENT TO 2014 BECAUSE OF A FUCKING OLIVE IN A JAR BEING SENT TO BE AS A GRAPE THINKING I GOT RAPED FUCK DEAD SERIIOUS ABOUT O.B.S BEING THE TWINSISTER GHOSTS HERE

AM I BACK IN 8TH GRADE AGAIN FUCK FUCK FUCK?? WHERES THE SHCOOL THEN IM LIKE AT HOME LIKE AREN’T I SUPPOSED TO CATCH THE BUSS FOR SCHOOL WHERE IS MY FUCKING MOTHER’S JEEP FUCK MY ANTI-VILLAN SUPERVILLAN ASS TRIED TO BOOK A HOTEL TRIVAGO WIGOUT TICKET TO TEHRAN BECAUSE OF MY AMERICAN DOUBLESPERM COUNTERPART HOO MY GOD HE’S TALKING ABOUT OBS BECAUSE HE THOUGHT GHOSTMONUMENT TOLD HIM TO FUCK OFF BECAUSE OF HIM CHANGING HIS BACKGROUND TO A MELTING CANDEL BUT JUST IN GENNERAL CHANGING HIS LAPTOP BACKGROUND ON THE FUCKING PHONE.LENOVO.AND HP EVNY :(. LINGO-JAM SMALL TEXT CRYING HHH GHOSTMONUMENT IS A SWEETHEART I PAINTED THEM SO BAD RECENTLY ;;;;;

https://obsproject.com/ https://www.deviantart.com/ghostmonument ngl they have core and honestly i’ve always loved the way they draw!!! i love their cat dragon character with those long evildregon horns but she/he fucking hates me i stalk because i find intrest in telling you i fucking looove you but you HAATE ME SO YOU’RE LIKE KIMIKO RAIUMONDO TO MEEE LIKE THE MONKEY EYE GLAREE FUCKK :(-

LIGHT IN DARKNESS FAIRY ANIMALJAM GROUND PENSIVE EMOJI IN RESPONSE TO ME SENDING THE LETTER H OR A KAT TELLING ME TO BASICALLY FUCK OFF WITH A SHEMJI KAT OF ERIC BUT ZIM IN THE SUMMER SERVER THAT I COULD ACCIDENTALLY SEE BECAUSE I SIMPLY GHOST LOOKED AT THE LINK IN DEATH LIKE HOOO MY GOD I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE A FUCKING SERVER DM LINK NOO THE FUCKING DSI ITSELF COULD SHADOWBOX ME INTO INFORMATION AND I CANT EVEN GO HOOOME ORIGINAL SOURCE OF GHOSTMONUMENT AND KATS UPSET :(

AND THE FINAL DEATH BLOW WAS THAT I KILLED LOKI ON PONY.TOWN IN A TRUTH OR DARE WITH FAYE THAT I COULDN’T GET OUT OF BECAUSE I HAD SO MUCH FUN THAT I FELT BAD AFTER!!! MERRY BAD END HAHAHAHA!

ORI AND THE BLIND FOREST CROSSWORD PUZZLE WOLF NUZZLE BOTTLE FROM TARGET PINKBLUE

THE PEPPERMENT CATTOFRICC WITH LOKIS ENDGAME DEATH WRITTEN ALL OVER IT LIKE FUCK GO BACK GIVE HIM MY LITTLE PONY VIBES IN HIS NEW SHOW SO HIS DANIKA CROWLEY ACTOR DOESN’T FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT THE FACT THAT I GAVE HIM LONG SPIDERMAN HAIR TO MAKE HIM FEEL LIKE A SEX SYMBOL BUT A WORLD DESTROYER AT THE SAME TIME-AND I’M LIKE CRYING IN MY FUCKING HEAD LIKE I FUCKING HEAR LOKI SAY “FATHER WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED ME” IN RESPONSE TO THE LONELY OK? KEEP PLAYING FROM ANIMALJAM BECAUSE I NAMED AN ACCOUNT FOR MY MOTHER BISQUITLOBSTER AND HE THOUGHT THAT THE QUIT WAS KILL YOURSELF SO HE DID THE USEEWA AS THE ACTUAL ACTOR IRL AND THATS WHY IDRIS ELBA HAD TO KILL HIM ON-SET BECAUSE HE ALREADY DIED HE SCREAMED HE HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO ACTUALLY CHOKE HIM OUT LIKE MY NEW MOVIE JEWLS HOO MY GOODD

LOOK AT HOW MUCH FUN HE’S HAVING WHAT HAVE I DONE TO HIM?? HE TRIED TO TYPE THROUGH ME LIKE “DON’T DO THAT TO ME??” AND I’M LIKE WYDM “DUDE WE’RE THE SAME PERSON THIS IS PHILLIP LESSEN MADE TO LOOK LIKE MYSTERIO STOOPP” AND I’M LIKE DOES LOKI CANNONLY HAVE A FACE OR IS IT THE FUCKING DISNEY CHANNEL DISNEY XP ULTIMATE SPIDERMAN ONE I CONSTANTLY SEE AS LINEART INSTEAD OF ANYTHING ELSE” YES IT FUCKING IS LAMENTS PHILLIP BUT NOT UPSET “AND IM LIKE FUCK I SWITCHED TO THE FUCKING QUOTE INSTEAD NOOOOOOO LOKI PRINCE OF DARKNESS PHILLIPP JACKSPICER PRINCE OF DARKNESS SHAOLIN SHOWDOWN”

[moralpath]

pew pew

[fandomwriterstuff]

They had gotten to this planet via pod, just Percy (a human XO), Annabeth (a half-Mivervan, half-human Chief of Operations), and Nico (a Plutonian Chief Science Officer). Percy and Annabeth had met as kids on Earth and grew up together, but they’d only met Nico at the start of this mission (six weeks ago). They were on what appeared to be a lifeless asteroid in a belt off of Solaris, looking for a specific type of crystal. Nico was there as Chief Science Officer to determine that they were looking at the right crystal, because, if Percy was being honest, this asteroid was covered in shiny rocks and he was no geologist.

“I’m a scientist, not a geologist,” Nico had grumbled when they’d asked him to come along, but he reluctantly agreed because he did know the specs for the crystal they were looking for, as it was his team’s project that required it. All Percy knew was that it was green and shiny, and wasn’t even on the Mohs Scale because it was harder than diamonds.

That was how all three of them found themselves wandering into a dark tunnel, following Annabeth’s tracker. She and Nico had found that this crystal, ketatite, had a radiation signature similar to a more harmless version of a gamma wave, and they were using tracking technology to find it on the asteroid. The tunnel was dark and round, though obviously not man-made. It had sharp jagged edges and shiny obsidian-like walls.

“I hope we can find our way back out,” Percy murmured as they passed through different passageways and ducked under low ceilings.

“Don’t think like that,” Annabeth chastised him. “We’ve taken a clear path through with no turns and-” She cut herself off as they entered a chamber with three passageways. She facepalmed and held her handheld light above her head, trying to illuminate the very high ceiling. “Of course I had to say that as we came to a fork in the road.”

“You jinxed us,” Percy giggled, his nerves at getting lost in here finally getting to him. They hadn’t seen natural light in over fifteen minutes, and he was getting antsy from the dry scratching noises the wind was making on the walls.

“What is a ‘jinx’?” Nico wondered aloud as they followed the tracker into the middle tunnel.

“Jinxing is like then you say ‘it can’t get any worse,’ and then it gets worse,” Percy elaborated. The conversation was distracting him from the creepy vibes he was getting. “It’s like bad luck.”

Suddenly there was a noise, like paper scratching on the floor and crinkling. The three companions paused, and Annabeth held her light aloft as she looked for the source.

“Who’s there?” Nico called, but only the echo of his voice came back.

Percy was beginning to sweat, despite the below freezing temperatures and soft breeze. He licked his lips and his eyes darted around the dark tunnel. Still no sign of the ketatite.

As they wandered on for what seemed like endless minutes, only following the sign of the trackerpad and the light in Annabeth's hand, Percy became more anxious. He wasn’t scared of the dark, but he was not prepared to fight any aliens that popped out and tried to implant their eggs in him.

He hummed a tune under his breath, something that reminded him of home. Warm water, blazing sun, surfing the waves. He flinched when there was another scuttling noise from ahead of them. Of course there were noises coming from the direction they were walking in.

“This is super creeeepy and we’re all going to dieee,” Percy said in a sing-song voice. “I want to go hooome,” he continued, and nearly ran into Nico’s back when the Plutonian stopped in his tracks.

“What are you doing?”

“Singing makes me feel less creeped out,” Percy bit his lip.

“Are you frightened?” Nico wondered aloud, and Percy scoffed.

“Not frightened, just… Freaked out,” Percy’s words died on his lips as there was another soft shuffling noise, and he jerked his head around to try to find it.

“Why don’t you take the middle and I’ll take the rear?” Nico offered, and Percy wanted to be offended that the other was offering him a way to feel more safe, but he couldn't help but appreciate it. He nodded and stepped ahead of Nico, following close behind Annabeth.

They reached a chamber not long after with more passageways, but this time, one was clearly glowing a soft green, and they hurried towards it.

“Fucking finallyyy,” Percy sang again, this time more relieved.

When he tried to collect a green crystal though, a clump of insect-like creatures started emerging from where he pulled the ketatite out of the ground, and Percy fell back.

“What the fuck?” He screeched. They started crawling towards him.

“I want to go home, this is really unpleasant, I don’t like SPIDERS!” he backed up all the way until he fell onto a hard chest- oh, it was Nico.

“Percy, calm down, look. They’re going away,” the other man reassured him, and tried not to laugh at his Commanding Officer’s antics. He was sure laughing would be a bad idea when the human was clearly very unsettled.

“Oh thank god,” Percy sighed and righted himself.

“Your singing is giving me chills, stop being freaked out,” Annabeth mumbled as she tore chinks of crystal out of the ground. “You’re going to make me creeped out.”

Percy huffed out a laugh.

“So, is singing like a signal of fear, or…” Nico trailed off, looking sideways at Percy, who tried to scratch his head sheepishly, but just ended up bonking his glove on his helmet.

“No, not really. It’s just a pastime for most people, but humans deal with fear in different ways. When I get creeped out I talk in a sing-songy voice or hum a song that reminds me of home so I feel less afraid.”

Nico nodded sagely.

“Good thing we’re done then, and can get back to the pod,” Annabeth smiled at them through her helmet and showed off the sack of glowing green crystal.

“Great, because I cannot handle any more adrenaline,” Percy muttered, and this time Nico did chuckle, but Percy didn’t mind.

[fraiserabbit]

“You’re the spitting image of your father, Thomas!”

“And he’d be incredibly proud of you now.”

‘Night Terrors’ ft. Thomas, with Gordon and Henry being such supportive friends and i love them your honour 🥺

His aunts’ words stuck with him as Thomas opened the door to the house. Annie and Clarabel meant well by it, sure, but it had soured his mood for the rest of the day. Thomas gently closed the door as he heard soft snoring from the living room. He crept up to the couch, peering over at the figure lying there. It was Henry, still in his uniform. Thomas smiled, gently draping a woollen blanket over his friend. Gordon was nowhere to be found. Not done with his jobs, I guess. He forgot any thought about his father for a while after that.

Suddenly, the door burst open. “I’m hooome!” Gordon sang out, posing in the doorway as if he were being photographed. “Did you miss me? Of course you did.” He laughed, hanging up his coat and kicking the door closed behind him. Thomas was staring out the kitchen window with a cup of tea, rolling his eyes at the entrance behind him. Well, the silence was nice while it lasted. He could hear Gordon’s boots stomping across the creaky floorboards to the couch. “Come now, Henry, off to bed.” Thomas turned around to watch Gordon rapidly tapping Henry’s forehead to wake him; quite an effective method, he must admit. Henry’s groggy voice could be heard weakly protesting the wake-up call as Gordon struggled to lift him from the couch. Thomas shook his head, chuckling. Finally, Henry relented and dragged himself to the bedroom.

“You know, you could’ve just left him there.” Thomas sipped his drink.

“He really must learn to not exert himself so much during the day.” Gordon took a seat at the tiny dining table.

“You should see yourself.”

“Excuse me? I’m perfectly fine!”

“The circles under your eyes say otherwise.”

Gordon scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Just some night terrors is all.”

“About what?” Thomas’ eyes widened. He’d never heard of Gordon having nightmares. He took the seat opposite his friend, leaning forward with interest.

“Well, it was about—hold on. Why should I tell you?”

“Er…because I’m such a good friend and you love me?” Thomas smiled innocently.

Gordon squinted at Thomas, thinking for a moment. “You’re half right.”

“Which part is the right-”

“I have nightmares about my family, Thomas.” Gordon’s face fell and his expression was dark. The mood shift was incredible. It unnerved Thomas. “Specifically about how—” Gordon immediately reconsidered. Thomas could hear the gears turning in his head. “Well, one part is about my parents.”

“Oh.” At the mention of parents, his aunts’ voices came flooding back to his head. He leaned back in his seat.

“The way they treated us like robots. ‘Windsor, that violin won’t play itself. Better fencing form, Polly. A disappointing lap time, Scott.’ It repeats in my mind. Over and over.” Thomas didn’t know what to say. Gordon shrugged. “Sometimes I wish I had your childhood. Or anyone else’s, really.”

“No, no!” Thomas frantically shook his head. “Trust me, mine was…not pleasant.”

“You had a father that loved you, didn’t you?” Gordon frowned.

“Yes! He was brilliant, and I’ll always have fond memories, but-”

“Then what happened?”

“He-” Thomas shifted in his seat. He didn’t want to remind himself. The visuals of his father in the smoke returned.

“Go on, Thomas.” Gordon leaned closer.

“Oh god, you even act like him.” Thomas’ eyes darted over Gordon. The way he tilted his head in curiosity. The way his head slightly nodded involuntarily. It only served to make Thomas uncomfortable. “I’m…only saying this once. And it’s not leaving this house.” He took a shaky breath, standing up and motioning for Gordon to follow.

They both made their way to the bedroom, where Henry had changed into a set of pyjamas and was comfortably tucked into the bottom bunk bed in the corner. Thomas kneeled by his bed in the other corner, pulling out a small shoebox from underneath. He opened it, staying silent. Gordon sat beside him, looking at the wooden figure inside. It was a train—though not one Gordon had seen before. Its left side had been charred; a few edges were gone entirely, leaving the overall shape uneven. The—green?—paint was faded and blackened in some parts, any details smudged as if the figure was grabbed just as the paint was drying. Thomas looked dejected, blankly staring down at the train.

“What were you going to say?” Gordon softly spoke.

“Someone burned the house down, Gordon.” Thomas’ voice was firm.

“How do you know that…?”

“Just when my father had finished it, they burned it down.”

A sleepy voice in the room piped up. “Did they ever get found?” Henry yawned, turning to lie on his side.

“I’d like to believe they did.” Thomas sat cross-legged on the shaggy carpet, absentmindedly picking at the material.

“Is this the last thing you have of him?” Gordon asked. He didn’t exactly know how to handle this new information.

“Annie and Clarabel have plenty of photos of him, at least.”

The bed groaned and creaked as Henry got out, crawling over to the both of them. “You have your memories, don’t you?”

“I suppose I do!”

“And…you have this little train, don’t you?” Henry pointed to the figure.

“He did make it for me, yes.”

“Then why do you keep it under your bed?”

Thomas was silent. He couldn’t answer. Suddenly, Gordon took the train and gently placed it on the nightstand. Thomas instinctively went to grab it, until Gordon spoke. “Doesn’t it look better there?”

“It looks wonderful, Thomas! Wouldn’t you agree?” Henry smiled.

Thomas stared up at it for a while. He saw his father’s handiwork in it. He saw his father coming home late, exhausted, but still making time to play and listen to his dumb stories about school. Most of all he saw his father’s friendly green eyes that always lit up when he saw Thomas.

“It looks like it’s always been here.” Thomas beamed.

[tsukopathe]

A headcanon about Encanto's doors...

(I not often write text or share headcanons, but when I like a movie, I LIKE A MOVIE) (I put it there as, maybe, I'll illustrate some scenes my theory implies) (and share it here) (Tumblr is an adorable fan platform right ?) (right?)

I’ll try to be short, and with all the passion I have for Encanto, it will be a harsh task…

(Quick disclaim, I’m native tongue french and may « sound weird », sorry)

There is a seriously-starting-of-a-theory that came while paying close attention to snapshots (I’m already at the stage of pausing the film frantically ^^). That’s the door system that leaves me with a lot of unanswered questions!

THE DOOR THEORY THEN! Short trailer: the plan. (I‘m not good at clickbait…)

Openly owing a close passion to these silent but so-much-talkative doors, there was data to necessarily gather, and to be honest I STRUGGLED to ensure to have a correct answer. Maybe it was already certified somewhere in the fanbase: how are arranged the casita’s occupiers ??

I mean: it seems organized… there seems to have rules; we’ll back to it later

THE PLAN, Taking Abuela’s door as middle reference we have, from left to right :

-Left wall : The secret entrance to Bruno’s hideout/Dolores/Camilio/Antonio.

-Middle wall : Pepa/ceremonies pictures/Abuela/julieta

-Further in the right corner, upper stairs: Bruno.

-Right wall : Luisa/furniture/Isabela.

-‘Behind’ wall : Kid’s room.

(So this left wall shall have space for 4 entrances locations, let’s summarize. The asymmetry is not what disturbs me. Casita seems indeed very quirky and there is nothing against this odd placement) (It is canon, thanks to Jared Bush, that the house is even able to expand if needed)

Now what does it tells us about Casita. First, I had this theory:

-THE DOOR THEORY : genealogic roots

Family tree is also respected by the doors. In fact, even fanarts made by villagers respects the pattern, Pepa’s children are settled on her left, Julieta’s daughters are on the right wall.

This simple statement implies that, even if we don’t see it clearly during the movie, the staircase shoooould build itself differently to lead to the correct door, on each ceremony? (Or maybe on request? Talk about home automation, GOOGLE HOOOME) We see stairs rise once [9’51], aiming Antonio’s door, and, in fact, I believe it would not be its forever place.

But I rewatched, to be sure, the other shown ceremony in the film: Mirabel’s one. My « family rule » would be approved if stairs leaded to the right. I carefully dissected each frame of the intro’s Mirabel’s ceremony [3’40] and the parallel with Antonio’s ceremony [18’40].

First, not conclusive. Same angle, same decor, not enough of the stairs to see a curve, same scene as Antonio’s. Did not help.

…And the final seconds to check, ARGH.

All got destroyed with two camera point of view that mad my entire blueprint COLLAPSE.

[19’04] First the stairs curved the same, the ceremony bring her to the left wall.

The Pepa’s wall, you quickly run to, drinking all my words? Don’t you feel something is MISSING here? [19’21] We clearly see the pictures next Abuela’s door, but NO PEPA’S DOOR.

Pepa’s ceremony happened of course decades before and SHOULD HAVE BEEN ALREADY THERE, but isn’t. (Artistic or poetic licence does not have the right to exist, in a theorist mind… EVERYTHING MUST BE EXPLAINED!)

So: the very same space where Mirabel failed is now claimed for Antonio’s room.

In order to let you in the same despair as me at the time, I shall let your brain cells endure this huge information, and build many sub-theories that are now poping from everywhere.

I’ll be generous and only keep you suffering some seconds until the brand new turnaround theory I kept, and it’s even more fabulous than a Hogwarts stupid moving staircase.

-THE ULTIMATE DOOR THEORY : All things considered, Family changes > doors moves.

I dump the stairs theory. (or it’s still a power Casita has but not while gift ceremony strict… ceremonial) After all, after Mirabel’s ceremony, there is a blank wall. Doors are just pieces of wood to this house. (IRL it does not work, an architect PLAN holes for doors and windows. This must be clarified, as even Sims videogames don’t care at all ^^)

So, if each ceremony always happens HERE, the door might be “distributed” anywhere its place is, afterwards!

And that is properly certified by Bruno’s room that, on the intro, was supposed to be JUST between his sisters’s ones: where is now Abuela’s one.

(No clue to know each wall this ceremony took place, even the stairs aren’t visible. Version one would be the ceremony was on this common left wall, Alma’s door still in the middle. Version 2 would be this first ceremony was private, no guests, no fuss, no idea what’s happening with these 3 doors inexplicably glowing, it could have been out of the “regular” ceremony place? already middle wall ??)

(Anyway, clearly, the triplets’s doors changed place, after that)

But don’t conclude too fast, the-one-we-don’t-talk-about have not been « removed » from family middle-wall the day he « ran away », 10 years prior to the film! I take as proof that, after the Mirabel’s targeted prediction, he already goes downstairs the same stairs Mirabel’s climbed to do her Indiana Jone’s adventure.

(Who cries when Bruno looks back at the door? I don’t cry. I’m a growth pers-naaah!!! ç__ç)

Even before he ran away, he was apart from the family. That leads to many questions, such as, of course, WHY, but that could be another investigation. (My thought about this is that his premonitions were enough to have him withdraw into himself, he didnt get a chance to start a family, was growing old, and purposefully left is door placement to the active core of the family. Vast topic. So much more maybes…)

MY THOUGHTS (headcanons)

-At the beginning of Casita, there was only Abuela’s room. (Never shown, non-canon assertion) (As her room seems to reach the windows where the candle stands _ note she might have two floors_, maybe the very same middle one)

-During triplet’s ceremony, either the doors were in the ceremony traditional place, either Abuela’s door might have been put elsewhere, leaving the middle wall free, for years (front wall because, the triplets must have been the centre of magic for years. Personal opinion I said. Triplets were Alma’s pride and centre of attention, so Casita’s attention too)

-As the first grand-kids arrived, doors moved to keep each branch of the tree together. After all, even casita could not foresee how many kids will come next (what an accurate pregnancy test!): at each birth, more precisely at each ceremony, doors changed address, if space is needed.

-Maybe for a while, Bruno had some room reserved, in case he found a pretender not fleeing at his disastrous predictions.

-(Then: Bruno officially pouts on the attic)

-Before Mirabel failed, Antonio wasn’t born yet and it’s possible that “the biggest wall” was dedicated at Julieta’s family, that had 3 daughters, Pepa had only 2 children.

-(Or, at the contrary, Bruno was still a “possible branch”, and was at the left, on the end, after the two Pepa’s children)

-(Or still between his sister’s door)

-10 years ago, just as Mirabel didn’t get her door, maybe the doors were laid out differently, there is not enough clues. Were grandchild‘s obtained doors spread around, differently?

-If achieved, Mirabel’s door would have relocated near her sister’s door. (Whatever side had Julieta)

-Coming soon, 5 little doors will have to find a room near Dolores’s, if Mariano Guzmán (thank you wikipedia) matches ^^. That means surely new floor this time.

And what is SURELY the liveliest, about the door being transportable, is imagine little scenes like; (and those will be shortly drawn, I have them stuck in head ^^)

Kids getting each other’s angry, and asking Casita to get their door “drove apart”;

Or Pepa transporting door herself, “nobody enters, you VEXED ME BRUNO!”

Huge and catastrophic mistakes _a Camilio spying the wrong place, a Bruno frightening the wrong priest_ would mean the door would be put “on a corner”, punished on his faaaar bedroom ;

Dolores making a scene as Camilio moves her door away from her mom’s ^^;

Preparing a birth that changes the blueprint would be little events, leading to some “moving doors” festivities;

Not fully awake kiddos mistaking doors as they didn’t get accustomed to new placement ^^;

If Bruno’s displacements, that are somehow “disgraces”, were done in silence, “we don’t talk about Bruno’s once again having to move his door”;

My humble opinion is that he might be a sugar-uncle that accepted, even suggested, to offer them a better placement, so it still would be a special occasion to feast, even if villagers mumbles on his back;

Or maybe door visibility was also a way triplets and grandchildren assumed their “preferential ranks”, that broke their mental health =__=;

Highlighting Abuela’s door on the middle place, during Bruno tendency to isolate, would be a way to STILL show Madrigal strength.

___That’s all for my doors theories!

This theory makes Casita even more… ALIVE! Could you believe this magic can be puzzled around, at will? Shall the staircase change place anyway? Will Bruno ask for a more exposed door after the movie, now he feels accepted?

What do you think? Didn’t it bring you to many other intriguing questions? ^^

PS : Three dismissed theories, related to the hole in the wall :

A very far-fetched sub-theory would be that, the hole in the wall (where Bruno’s hide-out begins) is in fact able to reach kind of Mirabel’s room, or at least her function in the family: repairing Casita’s foundations. This place is unreachable to casita too, as it didn’t respond to Mirabel calls for help : a private place, such as Bruno’s sands. At least, this breach is a visual hint of the instability of Casita’s magic when her door failed. A backstage room (Disneyland style). Interesting, but hardly convincing.

The freerun scene takes place behind the magical rooms, and seems to follow the plan (smashing on Pepas wall at the right bend, for example), and depicts an upstairs collapsed floor that seems to match “attic”, where Bruno’s room just happened to also sand-collapse. (He seemed unaware that this hole _new to his knowledge _ was not a dangerous fall) This backstage area could be attached/bounded to near room’s conditions: A non-magical version of the building state of preservation.

Or the behinf the frame wall crack was an already knew secret place for the triplets, hid and unfound by the next generation, already furnished by them 3. (So much furniture could not have disappeared/being transported during 10 years without getting noticed) Bruno ran quickly here knowing it was ready to hide, as he couldn’t escape the village. (sub theory : Julieta that spends a lot of time near kitchen/dining place shall have at least hear snores, or music from the gramophone, from time to time… not unsuspecting at all of “who ‘in the know’ could hide there… haaard gueeeess. Pepa is here and I’m not hiding… ^^”)

PS2 :

“being brief” is no compatible with “talking about Encanto”. I’m sorry ^^

[flooffybits]

Sing Me Something

Idol: Lee Siyeon (Dreamcatcher)

Everyone knew that the members liked to learn how to play instruments. So imagine their surprise when one of them receives a present that Siyeon is more than happy to have around.

A/n: yes i am aware that this is not angst

☕buy me a coffee☕

People knew how much you loved to learn new things, more so when you showed them a completely new talent during one of your appearances in Fact In Star. They all knew you could speak two languages due to you being a foreigner, but imagine their surprise when you had spoken in a very different language they hadn’t known you already knew.

Yoohyeon explained at some point how you had picked up after her, learning a new language due to your desire to further interact with your international fans. So now, as you faced the camera and spoke with said fans, they wondered what you were still doing at the company at such a late hour, knowing full well that you should be tired due to the fact that your comeback was slowly approaching.

“Why am I not home?” You read outloud, eyes wide before you cocked your head to the side and then pointed to the instrument leaning against the wall behind you. “Everyone, there’s no guitar at the dorm, and I haven’t exactly decided on buying one yet.” You answer with a small sigh and lean against your seat.

Someone commented about Yoohyeon having one and you shake your head. “Yoohyeonnie is sleeping early now because we’re all getting ready. But I also don’t want to use hers because I’m scared that I might break it.” You say while pretending to cry.

It truly was lonely when none of your members were around to accompany you.

You read as the comments kept going up, smiling to a few. "I've been trying to learn for a while now. I've always been so interested ever since I was a kid." You grin before picking up the instrument and then pluck at the strings, the sound filling your ears when you try to play a few chords.

Looking back up, you find various requests and suggestions of songs to sing. "I'm not that good at it yet." You laugh bashfully but try to think of a song easy enough to play, using the suggestions of your fans as well. You try recalling a few chords and check the comments to see if you were doing alright.

When you finally settle for a song, you let your muscles relax before beginning to play the intro to Blackpink's Stay after seeing a few fans commenting on it and they all seemed to be enjoying it even when you keep your focus on your fingers on the fretboard. Though you do look back during the chorus, pretending to sing it for those who were watching.

At some point, you forget one of the chords and look up for help, laughing as you did. “Like this?” You ask when you place your forefinger on one of the strings, nose crinkling when you don’t follow right away. But with the help of your fans, you were able to get back on track.

You end it a little earlier than the people would hope, laughing before you checked your phone to see a text from one of your members. "Siyeon unnie just messaged me." You inform them while picking your phone up to check on the contents of her message. “Was she watching the live?” You wonder out loud.

y/n come hooome TT as much as i love hearing you sing, its late and i want to cuddle you

You giggle at the cute little message before sending her a reply about how you were busy talking with InSomnia. In response, your phone started to ring a few seconds after, making you laugh some more as you answered the older woman's call, putting it on speaker for people to hear.

"Unnie, what's wrong?" You ask before her whining reaches your ears. "I said come home." The already present smile on your face only grows as you gently set the guitar down. "But I told you that I'm talking to Somnia. I’m also practicing." You retorted playfully and fans are cooing as the two of you continue to converse.

"Everyone!" She calls out this time, knowing full well that you've put her on speaker after she had called and with the way you spoke. "Please say goodnight to our Y/n. She has to come back home and tend to her favorite unnie."

The comment has you giggling and you bring the phone closer to your lips just so you're sure she can hear you. "Dong unnie hasn't texted me though.” You tease before she’s making a sound. “Yah! Since when did you replace me?” She demanded and you had to stop yourself from laughing too much. “I didn’t replace you, Dong unnie and Jiu unnie are my favorite.”

“Ah, is that so?” She asks and you’re suddenly wary of the change in her tone. “Just wait until Sua unnie hears this.” There it was. You felt your throat dry up and you looked as though you had gone pale at the mention of the dancer, knowing full well that she will not stop bugging you for not choosing her.

And it looked like your fans had the same thought.

“Okay, maybe Sua unnie is my favorite, too.”

“Yah!” The vocalist protested and you just smiled before shaking your head. “Okay, okay. I’ll come home in a while and take care of you, unnie.” You finally relent after the continuous whining noises she’s given, chuckling as you can basically hear the pout in her voice. “Tell me I’m your favorite.” Her voice was so small and you didn’t have the heart to keep teasing her anymore.

“Siyeon unnie is my favorite. Don’t worry.” You assure her before she finally perks up. “You heard that, right everyone? Y/n is mine!” She boasts and you finally put her off speaker before pressing the device to your ear. “I’ll see you in a while, unnie.”

“Be quick.” She replies and you finally say goodbye before looking back to the live, grinning as you addressed your viewers. “Well, you heard unnie. I have to get home soon.” You explain to them, opting to read a bit more of the comments instead of leaving right away.

But you did find comments telling you that it was fine to leave and that you should tend to Siyeon. Even your ship name had been mentioned a lot after the little interaction.

“Unnie is really cute, right?” You laughed before standing so you could put the guitar back from where you first got it. “But, she’s right. It is pretty late and we still have practice tomorrow.” You pout, zipping the bag up and then safely putting it away before returning to the camera, only to see a few more of Siyeon’s messages.

You said you were coming home now :((( youre still doing the live

ynnnnn

why are you making me wait

“Siyeon unnie just texted again, everyone.” You say amusedly. “It looks like she is watching. Unnie, hold on, I’m just fixing up and saying goodnight to InSomnia.” You explain as you tie your hair up so it wasn’t falling on your face. “I’ll talk to you all next time, hopefully I can play the guitar well for you all by then.”

You smile at the encouraging words sent your way before deciding to finally end the live. “See you soon, goodnight. I love you!” Waving goodbye, you finally turn it off before gathering your things and finally leave the company, sending Siyeon a quick text that you were on your way home.

..

Siyeon waited for you as you finished getting your makeup done. She was happily admiring your outfit for this fanmeet, seeing how you seemed comfortable in it and that it wasn’t too much for you while keeping the theme of everyone wearing black. In fact, it looked like something you would wear during a casual hangout, yet it still looked stylish.

“Please make our Y/n extra pretty.” She had requested in a cute tone, making your stylist chuckle and you to smile. “Y/n is pretty already, so there’s not much for me to do.” She had replied as she made sure your hair was in place, clipping two parts at the back before leaving the rest of your hair down in waves of ash brown, and Siyeon all but bounced in her place when she saw that you were finally finished after your stylist applied a bit of hairspray.

Making sure that there was nothing else missed, your stylist nodded approvingly before gently nudging you towards the waiting woman. “Don’t mess her hair up, please.” Siyeon salutes playfully before encasing you in her arms, lightly pecking your cheek just so her lipstick doesn’t leave a mark.

“Our Y/n is so pretty. I could kiss you.” You crinkle your nose at her claim before poking her side. “Unnie just said not to mess my hair up.” You remind and she pouts. “Come on, just one kiss. It’s not even going to bother your hair.” She reasons, but your stylist pipes up behind you. “Don’t ruin her makeup either.”

You laugh at the face Siyeon makes, Minji doing the same when she catches what’s going on. “You’re both so cute! But unnie is right, Siyeon-ah. We’re starting in a while and you don’t want Y/n late because she has to redo her hair and makeup.” The leader warns and Siyeon lets out an exaggerated sigh before resting her head on your shoulder instead. “Fine.”

Siyeon’s pout would grow whenever your attention would flit away from her and to either Handong or Minji, recalling your past live where you had told her that the pair were your favorites, though you’ve already stated that you were only joking around. When Bora was there, however, the dancer made it her goal to wreak havoc when her sight zeroed in on you after Siyeon told her she wasn’t your favorite.

You remember running away from her the morning after, only for it to be in vain because she had you trapped in the practice room and the only way you could avoid her was when you used your members to shield yourself, yet the only ones who helped you out were your leader and Handong, fueling the little jealousy that Siyeon already felt after your admission.

Since then, Bora decided to bring it up whenever she could, though you know that she just wants your attention just as much as Siyeon does.

“Y/n, come here!” Siyeon groaned as Bora called you once more, tightening her arms around your waist as you looked over. “Why?” She asked for you, the pout already set on her face as Bora grabbed your hand. “She’s sitting next to me.” She stated with a smirk and you grimaced before trying to spot your manager.

“Don’t even try it. Let’s go!” Bora tugged at your arms and you reluctantly left Siyeon’s arms, despite her protest. “Why can’t she sit next to me?” The brunette whined and Gahyeon looked at Siyeon. “You spend the most time with Y/n unnie. We’re her members, too!” Handong chuckled at their squabbling. “I think Y/n spends a lot of time with all of us.”

“That’s because you’re also hogging her when Siyeon unnie isn’t around.” Yoohyeon pointed out with Bora nodding in agreement. “She comes to you often, especially when she wants to study Chinese.” Yubin added as she fixed her skirt and then dusted herself off. “Basically the unnies have taken Y/n away.” Minji chuckled amusedly when she reached to pinch your cheeks.

Siyeon huffed at that, crossing her arms as she watched Bora cuddling you already. “But Y/n is mine!” She complained and Yoohyeon leaned against her shoulder. “Y/n unnie is going to get tired with all of us if we don’t stop arguing and go. Our manager is also going to get angry, too.” She laughed when you all saw your managers waving you over.

“Come on, kids! Time to meet InSomnias!”

While you’ve done this numerous times, it never failed to bring a smile to all of your faces. As soon as the screaming of fans met your ears, you had all forgotten about the little argument you all had in the dressing room and greeted your fans with vigorous energy.

If you could, you might have already hopped out of your seat to hug them.

As everyone was happily interacting with the people that sat in front of them, thanking them for coming and accepting gifts, Siyeon smiled when she greeted one of your fansites. “You’re the person who always makes cute edits for Y/n.” She beamed and the fansite smiled shyly while nodding their head.

“There aren’t that many people who make them for Y/n unnie, so I try my best.” Siyeon’s smile widened at that before nodding her head while she signed the fan’s album, leaving a quick thank you message. “Y/n really appreciates it, so I hope you keep up the good work.” She encourages and the fansite nods happily. “Of course!”

When your fansite reaches you, Bora is telling her to make sure that your best edits are the ones with her in them, earning a laugh from you as you greet them. “Don’t mind unnie. She’s still upset with me.” You tell her, and your fansite giggles while nodding her head. “I figured as much since your live before the comeback.” She answers and you grin before opening their album to sign your name on it.

“How is your guitar practice going, unnie?” She had asked and you look up with a smile and she mimics it when she sees how your eyes sparkle at the mention of your little hobby. “I’m getting better! Of course, you all helped me last time. I should hire you guys.” You joked and she giggled with you before nodding her head. “Then that means I can give this to you.”

You were a little confused by what she meant, but when she moved to remove the strap of the guitar bag from her shoulder, your eyes widened when she brought it forward. “You said you don’t have a guitar yet, so I got you one! It’s a little similar to the one I have at home, but I had this one customized with your animal and favorite color.”

“You didn’t have to. This must have cost a lot!” You say worriedly, but she shook her head in reply. “It’s not much, please don’t worry. I also got this for you so you don’t have to be at the company so late.” She explained while lowering the case a bit. “Also this way, you can practice while you’re in the dorm and you don’t have to borrow Yoohyeon’s guitar.”

You were a bit overwhelmed with such a heartfelt gift and you quickly stood to bow at her, surprising your members who sat on either side of you, and fans who caught the interaction. “Thank you so much. I promise I’ll take care of it.” You told her when you sat back down as she blushed and waved her hands.

When it was time for her to move over to Yubin, you bid her goodbye with the biggest smile on your face before you asked your managers to handle the item with care as they came to put it in your box of gifts.

Once that was done and you were able to talk with all of your fans, the tables and chairs were cleared and all eight of you gathered on the stage to take pictures while also answering some questions, along with conversing with them in general.

Seeing how happy you were at the moment, your members watched you with fond smiles as you kept waving to everyone, posing for the camera like the rest of them were. They could also see how you were excited to see your new guitar, seeing as you haven’t really checked the inside of the bag to see the actual present.

“Unnie, do you want to open it?” Yoohyeon’s voice had caught your attention and you see Yubin already walking over to your box of things to carefully retrieve the guitar with the help of your managers. “Is that okay?” You ask confusedly when you walked closer, though it was clear that you were more than happy to see it.

Bora grinned before nodding her head. “Go ahead. I think everyone wants to see it, too.” She tells you before Yubin handed it over and you gently put it down, crouching as you unzipped the bag. Siyeon had come up next to you and crouched beside you, making sure that you were covered up.

She observes you when you take a look at the instrument and she aww’s at the expression on your face when you finally see what it looked like. The body was in your favorite color and a copy of your signature was on the upper part of it along with little doodles of your assigned animal. When you turn it to check the back, both you and Siyeon are pleasantly surprised to see words carved on the neck of the guitar.

We dream of you the way you dream of us

You let your fingers lightly trace each word, your smile not once faltering and Siyeon had to stop herself from tearing up as she stared at the message before you looked up, searching for the fansite who had given you the guitar before finally meeting her eyes.

Shooting her a smile, you borrowed Gahyeon’s microphone before speaking. “I love you, thank you.” Though you didn’t say much, everyone could feel the various emotions and feelings it held underneath, and there really was no need to further ask you about it as you stood to try it, Siyeon helping you with the strap - one that also had a few more characters you adored.

“Is everyone up for one more song?” You ask and your members had no complaints along with your managers since there was still a bit of time before you had to perform What.

“What are you singing for us, Y/n?” Handong asked as you tuned the guitar while Siyeon rested her head on Gahyeon’s shoulder as they watched you.

There was really only one song you could think of at that moment, so you didn’t waste time playing the chords to Full Moon, it being one of the first few songs you really wanted to know how to play.

The girls didn’t seem to catch on to it right away, but once you started singing, fans started cheering while your members beamed and sang along with you.

The moments when you and I were together

It is like I’m a star in the sky

It was easy for all seven of them to adjust to the slower tempo of the song since you often practiced with them around, and the girls would admit that they had heard you singing it at a slower pace.

When the fanmeet ends and you were all back at the dorm, Siyeon came bounding into your room, grinning when she saw you already on the Vapp and conversing with fans dispute having seen them earlier. She listened as you happily spoke about the event and how you wish you could have an event with InSomnia from all around the world in just one place together, and her heart melted just a little at how fondly you spoke about your fans.

“Unnie, I didn’t notice you coming in.” You were surprised when you finally noticed her in the room and she laughed lightly before shaking her head, keeping herself out of frame since she had already changed into her sleep wear and she didn’t feel like stealing your attention away from everyone so much.

“I just wanted to check in on you. How’s your guitar?” She asked, eyeing it as it rested beside your and Yubin’s desk. “I could hear you earlier, before I went to wash up.” She stated as she sat on your bed and then peeked at the camera, poking her head in just so it only showed her eyes and forehead. “Hello everyone. I can’t show my face right now, but please enjoy our Y/n.”

You giggle before looking back at the guitar then shift your gaze back to the older woman. “I really appreciate them a lot.” You say softly and Siyeon smiles as she reaches to run her fingers gently through your hair. “I’m sure they know that.” She nods to your phone that has various comments coming in, agreeing with her statement and you nod your head in reply, smiling and radiating pure happiness.

As you continued with your conversation, Siyeon decided to just lay down to listen to you, humming as you told her what fans were saying and just enjoying as she listened to you speak. She had always found your voice soothing to listen to and it was also endearing how much you showered your fans with affection, so it made her feel at ease.

When she turned her head, the vocalist suddenly noticed your guitar again before the words fell from her mouth when you paused to read the comments. “Sing me something, Y/n.” She shifted so that she was laying on her side and you hummed in response before looking at her.

“Sing me something. I like listening to you.” She said quietly and you smile before nodding your head. “I’m going to get my guitar so I can sing for you guys, okay?” You announce before quickly leaving the bed to fetch the instrument.

You’re quick to settle back though before looking at the other with a thoughtful look on your face, making her giggle as she lightly pinched your leg. “What?” She asked and you laughed in reply. “I was thinking of what to sing for you.” You reply, opting to come up with a song by yourself despite fans sending in requests.

It doesn’t take long though before Siyeon sees you setting the guitar on your lap and then start playing, singing right along. Though she doesn’t understand everything that you're saying since it was an english song, she did smile when she was able to catch parts of it.

They say that love is forever

Your forever is all that I need

Please stay as long as you need

Though your eyes often check if you were playing the right chords, you make sure to look at Siyeon as you sing, smiling at her as she does the same, listening to your gentle voice as you both seemingly forget that you had an audience.

When you finish, Siyeon is close to falling asleep and you can’t help but coo before placing your guitar away before leaning down to gently caress her cheek. “Unnie, you should go back to your room. You’re falling asleep.” You say with a giggle but she makes a small whining sound as she nuzzles against your hand.

“But your bed is comfy.” She murmurs, fighting back a yawn as you shake your head. “Please?” You try again and she huffs with a pout before weakly tugging at your wrist, an indication for you to come closer.

Your upper body is off camera when you do as she asks, leaving fans to only see you from the torso down, and her arms loop around your neck before she presses a light kiss against your lips.

“Do you want me to tuck you in?” You ask quietly and she presses her head against your neck before nodding. “You have to let go first so I can say goodnight to everyone.” You giggle, recalling the live that you had forgotten due to your tired girlfriend.

There are questions coming in when you look back and you merely smile before glancing back as Siyeon’s eyes close. “It looks like it’s time for us to go to sleep. Unnie is literally falling asleep on my bed and she won’t go to her room unless I tuck her in.” You joke lightly while reaching for her hand and giving it a light squeeze.

“We’ll see you again. For now, have sweet dreams and I’ll see you then, okay?” There’s a meaningful smile on your face before you finally turn the app off and turn to your sleepy girlfriend.

Seeing how tuckered out she was, you didn’t have the heart to force her to get up, so instead, you adjust your positions before laying her head on one of your pillows before laying next to her. The action causes her to stir, and she’s a bit confused when she realizes that she’s still in your bed, but you’re already pulling her closer before she can question you.

“Goodnight. I love you.” You whispered, drawing a small yet sleepy smile to her face as she draped an arm across your abdomen. She didn’t have to tell you she loved you back.

You knew more than enough.

[wasabito]

had so much fun writing for my baby boy tendou, so here’s my entry for the hqhq sfw server collab! be sure to check out the rest on the masterlist found here! enjoy ✨

words: 3.0k

prompt: “you woke me up at 3am for this?”

synopsis: your neighbor is ridiculous, kind of annoying and little bit on the weird side, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

You had to be the biggest idiot on the planet—an obvious exaggeration, yes, but you were still inclined to believe it was true. 

How else could you explain the feeling of being so utterly fed up with one’s actions like this? Were there enough words in the dictionary to describe just how exhausted you were by your own antics, more specifically, your forgetfulness since that’s what had landed you in a world of pain and embarrassment?

The answer was no.

You sat with your back pressed against your front door, head in your hands and chin tucked between your raised knees and chest. At your side was your wallet along with stacks of newspapers, coupons and whatever else had been stuffed in your mailbox, bills probably. Advertisements too. Honestly, it was hard to be happy about a new restaurant opening up down the block when you were currently stuck—locked out of your apartment to be precise.

The landlord of your cheap little complex wasn’t expected to be back for another hour according to the sign posted outside of his office. So until then, you’d remain posted up by your doorstep like some loiterer. 

You shifted in place and blew a puff of air from your lips, feeling little pinpricks in your legs. For the fifth time in the last forty-five minutes you felt like kicking yourself, hard.

The sun hung low, nearly touching the distant horizon signifying the end of another day. Even the sky was painted a warm umber, casting dim shadows.

“Locked out, huh?” came a snide, but accented voice.

It took you way longer than necessary to realize that suddenly you weren’t the only person on this floor. God, where was your head at?

A pair of forest green crocs stood before you, complete with a few odd charms and trinkets. A cartoon volleyball, pinned next to a smiley face, a donut and a gaudy “i heart paris” chain dangling from the ankle strap. A person’s shoes could say a lot about who they were...your mother thought so, at least.

Resisting the urge to projectile vomit all over this stranger’s rather questionable taste in footwear, your wary gaze panned upward, glossing over white tube socks and a pair of the longest legs you’ve ever seen on a person—yet another exaggeration. You came face to face with a crooked smile. Curious ruby eyes returned your stare with almost the same amount of scrutiny.

Who the hell was this guy?

Mystery-man easily towered over you, and not only because you were hunched over and sitting. He was tall as hell, all lanky build, gangly arms and legs disguising lithe muscle and a surprisingly sturdy frame. He looked like the i-run-every-morning type; semi-athletic at the very least. His buzzed hair was the color of cinnamon, no that wasn’t right, paprika maybe? Either way, it contrasted sharply with the paleness of his skin, so much so that you could see the faint blue of the veins in his arms.

“Yoohooo, anybody hooome?” He tilted his head at you.

“Huh? Oh uh, yeah, I’m locked out. I forgot my key inside and Mr. Laurent won’t be back until later.”

“Hmm. That sucks...”

“...Um… do I… do I know you or something? You look a little familiar.”

He pinned you with a funny look, before pulling out a set of keys from the back pocket of his shorts.

“Maybe you do, maybe you don’t~ I mean we are neighbors, after all.” Laughing as if he’d made some sort of joke, he entered his apartment with a twirl and a dramatic wave of his arms.

You stared at his door for a solid minute, only to finally succumb to your urges and facepalm at your own idiocy. Of course he looked familiar, how could he not when he literally lived four feet away.

With a sigh of resignation, you braced yourself for another hour spent sitting outside your front door. It wasn’t like there was any other place you could go or anyone you could call. The battery icon on your phone blinked red, warning that it was soon to run out of juice. Guess that meant no Among Us or Subway Surfer for you.

Five minutes later, the door next to you opened. It was Mystery-man again, but this time, he sat in front of his door, just like you were. And he did so with a bag of pretzels and a jar of nutella in hand.

“Must be bored out here by yourself.” He crunched on a pretzel before offering you the bag to take some. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep ya company.”

You weren’t sure why, but there was something about this guy that intrigued you. You half-wondered if it was the funny little curl of his smile, or the wideness of his eyes that made it seem like he was looking at all of you, all at once. 

"You must be pretty bored...uh,"

"Satori Tendou, but most people call me Tendou. Miracle boy works just fine too."

"Right... Tendou, as I was saying, you must be incredibly bored to come sit out here with me. You sure you don't have anything important to do?"

Tendou's grinned widened. "Positive! And it costs me nothing to be neighborly, so don't even sweat it."

That was...nice of him?

If sitting outside with you was the way he wanted to spend his late Tuesday afternoon who were you to deny him? And truthfully, you didn't mind the company, at least not really. Provided this guy wasn't some creepy-stalker-weirdo, you were sure there wasn't any harm in getting to know the person who lived one door over.

"So, Tendou, how long have you lived in the area? You don't really look like you're from around here...I could be wrong."

Tendou raised a thin brow at you. "Weeeell, if you're asking about how long I've lived next door, it would be about three maybe four months give or take, but if you're asking how long I've lived in Paris, it would be a year next month. Speaking of, I think Semisemi has a birthday coming up..."

You watched as he pulled out his cell phone and tapped away at the illuminated glass screen. You couldn't help but notice the goofy little anime stickers on his phone case. One in particular caught your attention.

“Is that...Kirara? From Inuyasha??”

“Oho! So, you recognize this?”

Backtracking, you mumble out, “Ah, well…only a little.” Though your face was turned away, the tiny smile on your lips was not hidden from Tendou and he thought you were pretty cute.

Funnily enough, what you had expected to be a rather unnerving and possibly creepy exchange turned out to be anything but. Tendou was incredibly fun to talk to—a bit teasing and a little overwhelming with his superfluous hand movements and gestures. But he was funny and a lot kinder that you would’ve given him credit for.

You learned that he was originally from Japan; it explained his accented French. He had come to Paris right out of high school to study culinary arts in one of the most renowned countries for it. Now he worked as a chocolatier, under the tutelage of a master patisserie in the city, an older man who was both a creative genius and a thorn in Tendou’s side. Tendou spoke of his teacher with equal parts awe and annoyance. 

And he got to know you too. How you’d found yourself in Paris, thousands of miles away from home in an effort to rediscover yourself in the city full of rich history and culture. 

You didn’t have many friends here, and it truly was a pleasure to make his acquaintance.

Soon, you both heard the telltale sound of jangling keys as your landlord rounded the corner with his clipboard in hand. Once you were able to get your door open, you waved a goodbye to Tendou.

“Thanks for keeping me company, you really didn’t have to.”

“No biggie, it was fun!” He threw a mischievous little grin and a peace-sign over his shoulder and reentered his apartment. 

You found yourself wanting to cross paths with him again, and hopefully in better circumstances. But you hadn't known your wishful thinking was soon to manifest as you ambled through grocery store aisles a week later, eyeing down any items with pictures on it.

“Why in the hell is this toilet paper so expensive.” You mumbled.

“So, you complain about the price of toilet paper, but wear sneakers that cost two-thirds our rent.” That voice sounded familiar, and after hearing it for about an hour just days ago, you were a bit surprised you could recognize it so quickly. 

Stunned, you looked up to find Satori Tendou, your quirky neighbor with an arm full of pita chips, a milk carton, and baby carrots.

“I never said I made the best choices.” You found yourself smiling despite the previous crease in your brow. “...Dude, get a cart before you drop everything.”

Instead of getting his own, he simply dumped what he had into your cart with a teasing grin. You couldn’t argue with his logic there. Tendou sidled up against you, once again towering over you with a kind of ease that should be criminal. “Need help reading something?”

You wanted to say no. You almost said no. But swallowing your pride, you gave a weak nod. “Yeah, this word right here.” Pointing to the unfamiliar script printed on the label. “What the heck is this?”

“Weeeeell, looks like that brand is scented, ya know, for when ya—”

“Don’t bother finishing that sentence...please.”

You quickly grab what you need and continue on down the aisle with Tendou following closely behind.

Just like when you’d first met him, he made conversation the entire way. By the time you both made it to the cash registers, you’d argued at least three times over french pronunciations and whether cashews were the cousin of peanuts.

And just as last time, he left you with a grin and a peace-sign while you stared after his retreating back, paid groceries in hand.

After an entire day spent baking, you found yourself on Tendou’s doorstep with a tupperware full of baked goodies later the next evening. You had been meaning to thank him for being such a good neighbor to you. It was certainly unexpected, but a welcome gesture nonetheless.

You only had to knock twice before the door was wrenched open and you were greeted with the set of...vanilla? Some pop song played in the background while your neighbor looked at you curiously.

"H-Hey Tendou, I um...I baked you these." You held out the plastic container, hoping he'd simply take it from you without question and you could return to your apartment without somehow embarrassing yourself. "There's a little bit of everything in there, oatmeal raisin, chocolate chip, macadamia nut—wait you aren't allergic to anything, right?"

"Nooope! Not a thing, thanks neighbor!"

"It was no problem, especially since you've helped me, not once but twice now."

Frowning, you couldn't help but be a little upset with yourself. You'd come to France to prove that you could, in fact, live a normal life outside of your family’s jurisdiction but day by day you were proving to need them more and more. 

It was disappointing, to say the least.

"Hmm, what’s with the constipated look on your face. Did the toilet paper not help?” Tendou tilted his head at you with a teasing grin, lips curled at the edges, taunting. You blinked up at him, surprised, and if you were honest, a little annoyed too. 

"Hah?!"

"Just thought it was worth a mention, nighty-night~!"

Tendou proceeded to shut the door on you; one hand rested on the frame and the other held on to the cookies. You quickly took a step back lest he chop your entire arm off, ready to trudge off in the direction of your own home but not before sticking your tongue out at him.

Stupid Tendou, always saying stupid shit. 

You were on the couch, half asleep when it dawned on you that it had been his own twisted, “Tendou” way of cheering you up. 

The rest of the month passed just like that. Occasionally, you would bump into Tendou at the grocery store, or the leasing office, or even the laundromat. And every single time, he’d either make you laugh until your sides hurt or annoyed enough to want to give him a friendly punch. At one point, you two had even exchanged phone numbers, because according to Tendou “it was ridiculous not to have your friends on speedial” which only led to hours spent on Facetime or playing iMessage games.

You knew exchanging numbers would come back to bite you in the ass, it was only a matter of when.

It was clear you weren’t going to any sleep tonight, that was for sure. The incessant buzzing of your cell phone every five minutes was an enemy to your circadian rhythm. You could name on one hand those in your contacts with enough sense to know that you lived in a completely different time zone from them now.

Somehow your neighbor was the very last person you suspected, but it was his contact photo that stared back at you, goofy looking grin and all. You squinted against the brightness of your screen in your otherwise dark bedroom.

you up?

come quick

gotta show ya somethin

come oooon

you're awake, i know you are

It took you less than a minute to shuffle on a pair of slippers, grab your keys (you weren't going to forget them this time) and slip out of your apartment.

You hadn't even knocked twice before the door was pulled open. Tendou looked a mess, more so than usual. Unidentified stains littered the apron looped around his thin waist, streaks of what you hoped were just flour and granulated sugar were all over his hands. You almost wanted to ask if he was baking or dealing dope.

“You woke me up at three in the morning...for this?”

“Yuuup!”

"When I said you could call me at any time, I really didn’t mean any time.” You scratch your side, a contemplative look on your face at the sight of Tendou in what you would assume to be his pajamas. An old volleyball hoodie with the words "Shirazorizawa" printed across the front, and old sweats the were so obviously cut with scissors at the knee.

Rolling your eyes, you mumbled a curt, “Alright, move aside.”

Tendou ushered you over to his kitchen where several of his cooking supplies laid on the island, along with a tray of some chocolate dessert spread.

“It’s all still in the testing phase, but I think I’m onto something here.”

He was definitely giving off “mad scientist” vibes. You tried not to snort.

Holding a small chocolate cake in his hand, he smiled, a genuine smile this time. "Open wide."

You obeyed, far too tired to argue, and let him pop the treat into your mouth. Tendou watched as you chewed, as if it were the most interesting thing ever. His wide gaze carefully took in every shift in your expression.

"So? Whaddya think?"

"I...," You chewed a bit more. "...It's delicious! Is that—"

"—Pistachio, why yes it is!" 

Tendou was practically bouncing on his feet with excitement. "It takes the entire thing to a whole new level."

You had to agree with him there. This was probably the best chocolate madeleine you'd ever tasted. "Great work, miracle boy. Will you be introducing this new recipe to Claude?"

Mentioning his teacher seemed to sober him up a bit. "Ehh, maybe? The old man's a bit of traditionalist, so I'll just have to figure out a way to get him to approve."

"Maybe try calling him at three in the morning?" 

Tendou stuck his tongue out at you before popping a dessert in his mouth. The pure delight on his face was so contagious, you found yourself smiling just the same. You couldn’t help but admire his passion.

“Hey, Tendou… do you like your job?”

He blinked at you, chewing coming to a slow halt. “Well of course! The pay isn’t the best just yet, but it’s a labor of love. I’m willing to put my all into it at least.”

“Huh… that’s pretty cool.” You wiped your fingers on a nearby rag. “I hope to feel the same one day… if I can figure out what I wanna do.”

“Why not bake? You’re pretty good at it.”

“Oh am I? Last week you said my baking needed some work.”

“Well, duh, but my standards when it comes to confectionaries are impossibly high. Even so, I think you’d be successful as a baker. What’s stopping you from pursuing your labor of love?”

And that was the thing with Tendou. He talked a lot, teased even more, but it was never idle ramblings. Somehow, he always seemed to hit right at the heart of the issue with almost painfully uncomfortable accuracy.

“I don’t really know so…” You looked away, trailing off.

“Either way,” he said and placed a finger under your chin, raising your head until you were looking him in the eye. “I’m rooting for you.”

For a moment, you simply stared, awestruck. It was the first time in a long while someone was actually putting their faith in you, believing in you. He had come blazing into your life unabashed with his easy grins and gaze alight with mischief. His encouraging words, sincerity, sensitivity. Tendou was really incredible.

“Tendou…” You took his hand in yours, squeezing it. “Thanks. For everything.”

“Of course, what are neighbors for.”

BONUS:

Three months later you sat curled up next to Tendou on his sofa, his entire apartment smelled of chocolate cocoa with hints of cinnamon.

Before you was an application. Culinary school.

“You really think I can do this?”

Tendou placed his head on your shoulder with a tiny smirk. “One hundred and twenty percent!”

You pondered for a moment, then decided that if he thought you were up for the challenge then you’d believe him.

“For the record, you probably aren’t supposed to recommend your girlfriend for an interview. You know, conflict of interest and all.”

Tendou laughed and pulled you closer. “Trust me, we’ll be fine, so don’t worry your pretty little head, ‘kay?”