#lil purple headed weirdo

[sukisook]

Slice of Life Drabble : Hitoshi Shinsō

Mariah Carey is playing in the kitchen. It’s loud and obnoxious and the windows are all thrown open to let the summer air in so you have no doubt your neighbours can hear it too. Your usual playlist has run out, clearly, because you can’t remember adding Fantasy to it.

You don’t skip it.

The afternoon sunlight holds a strange dream-like quality, soft and hazy and warm enough that you shrug out of your cardigan before kicking the oven door closed with your heel.

“Oh when you walk by every night…”

You don’t know how you remember all the lyrics, but now, stirring the cake mixture in time with the thudding beat, you can’t help but think of that one movie with the girl and the car and the song and suddenly you’re–

Well it’s not really dancing per se.

Swaying, for sure. Some hopping here and there, a little shimmy as you reach over to add some more vanilla extract in.

“I’m so into you, darlin’ if you only knew…”

Batter flicks onto your nose as you raise the wooden spoon up like a microphone, slipping about the kitchen tiles in your lacey white socks. The whole house smells sugary sweet, and you breathe it in greedily between belted lyrics.

It feels silly, dancing about like this but–

It’s a good kind of silly. And no one can see you anyway.

(Not that that would stop you, Hitoshi has seen you drooling along the rim of the toilet after a messy night out with your friends and tripping over your own feet and face-planting into a puddle of murky water and–

Well he’s seen you do a lot of embarrassing things. So this is nothing, really.)

You’re freshly washed, the scent of your mango body wash still clinging to your skin, dressed in the cute cotton pyjamas Hitoshi bought you on a whim a few days ago, and everything feels clean and light and lovely.

A few quick jabs at the speaker have the music creeping louder, louder, louder. Loud enough that you don’t hear the groan of the front door. Loud enough that you don’t hear two sets of footsteps rather than the usual one. Loud enough that you don’t hear your boyfriend’s snort of laughter.

What you do hear is this:

“Smells good.”

You shriek, brandishing the spoon like a weapon, spinning around and knocking your hip into the corner of the kitchen counter in the process.

That will bruise.

Hitoshi does nothing to hide his amusement at your predicament. There’s an exasperated sort of fondness to his expression, the kind that softens his violet eyes and turns them gooey and warm and oh-so-pretty. The lavender smears beneath his eyes seem softer too, lighter, despite the exhaustion that lines the slump of his shoulders and the drag of his feet as he glides through the kitchen to greet you with a kiss.

Aizawa looks a little stunned.

Clearly caught off guard by the domesticity of it all.

He’s not used to people looking so relaxed around him. And he’s certainly not used to the mushy look on his mentee’s face.

You’re so open with your affection as you tug Hitoshi down for another vanilla-flavoured kiss, no trace of embarrassment on your face from being caught dancing like a dumbass by not one, but two pro-heroes.

After a few more kisses, and a cursory glance over your boyfriend’s figure to ensure no new injuries have appeared whilst he was gone, you turn to the other man standing in your kitchen.

“Hi Aizawa sensei,” you chirp.

He hasn’t been your teacher in years, but it would feel strange to call him anything else.

Hitoshi quickly drags your attention back for himself, not entirely sure how he feels about the way his mentor’s staring at you so openly. “What are you making sweetheart?”

“Cupcakes!”

He hums sleepily into the curve of your neck, wrapping himself around you until all Aizawa can see are the frilly cuffs of your socks. “Yum.”

“Mhmm, I’ll make you some tea to go with them. You should go change into something comfy sleepy-head.”

“Later sweetheart, still got some work to do.”

“No.”

The two of you jolt and break apart at the sound of Aizawa’s voice, having momentarily forgotten he was there.

The older hero rolls his bloodshot eyes, “We can catch up on that tomorrow just– Just relax for the night, kid. You did good.”

Hitoshi preens under the praise.

You beam. “Thank you Aizawa sensei!”

Another eye roll. “You can save me a cupcake as payment.”

“Deal.”

[babygirlvanitas]

ruitoya thoughts...

they meet via tsukasa and rui thinks "wow he is such a weirdo im gonna keep him around" and then toya thinks "wow he is such a werido im gon a keep him around"

and then some time passes rui noticed that toya gets plushies for the tenmas on the regular and is like "i wanna see how you do that, just /how/ good are you at crane games" and so toya brings him on an arcade date (accidental date) and ruis like "Fucking Sick Dude"

so now rui has like 15 plushies toya got for him and ofc his favorite is the ugliest one with the bright ass yellow and purple on it

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ruis tall enough that he barely needs to bend at all in order to kiss toyas head so ofc he abuses this a little and whenever toya gives him a goodbye hug (toya does this to everyone i like to think hes very huggy but mostly with the other vbs members, thier hugs w toya will be longer then the others in wxs (or n25 or l/n)) rui sneaks in his lil goodbye forehead/hair kiss if his hairs in the way rui jus, ignores it kisses where he does anyways

thats all i got i may write more later

[oflights]

People I want to get to know better

ahh thanks for the tag @the-houseryn! i am endlessly nosy so i love reading and writing these things, haha.

Last song: i'm ~writing right now, which means i'm listening to an orchestral playlist, as one does! so last up was Liszt's Orpheus, S. 98

Favorite color: purple/lilac/lavender etc. also partial to green and pink 😌

Last film/ show: uhhh i'm watching the percy jackson show so it was the latest episode of that. which was excellent, i love that hades is a lil fruity

Sweet/savory/spicy: savory > spicy >>> sweet

Relationship status: married!

Last thing I googled: leonardo dicaprio tobey maguire (look i saw a ~theory on twitter and now i'm down a rabbit hole, we don't have to speak of it)

Current obsession: barry keoghan 🙄

Last book: i'm deciding this is "last book finished" and saying Emily Wilde's Map of the Otherlands!!! it was so good, just as fun as the first book and super charming. i think the key to me enjoying tradpub romance is if both halves of the pairing are eccentric weirdos, and so far i am not yet sick of Male Romance Lead Who Reminds Me Of Howl Moving Castle.

rn i'm reading The Hands of the Emperor but it hasn't really grabbed me yet and the page count is getting in my head. too many people have told me i'll love it to give up yet and i'm sure it will click soon but i may pick something else up if i can't latch on.

Looking forward to: finishing The Star Splitter! starting the Gilmore Girls AU! also it's restaurant week and we're going to get dinner at this very cool spot near astor that used to be a library 😊 you can tell i'm excited because i'm actually going into the city for it, in january.

no-pressure tagging @teledild0nix @geesenoises @doingthechachaslide @lumosatnight @arminaa8 and anyone who wants to do this! i promise i'm nosy about you even if i haven't tagged you lol.

[dnangelic]

// WHO WOULD BE ON DARK AND DAISUKE'S POKETEAMSSSSS ive always thought daisuke would have a smeargle (art moment) an eevee (wiz moment) (also normal types bc hes So Normal and Regular and Unassuming) annnd zorua (edgy red moment) while dark has shiny zororak (edgy purple moment) and. idk. maybe an umbreon to mirror daisuke's eevee. blinks

@zenigatakeibu

HARVEY AUGHHHHHH UR SO SMART!!!!!!! honestly dai wouldn't be a hardcore pokemon trainer (he's here to steal hearts not to win fights or become champion^tm) so he wouldn't have a fully decked out party. dai would LOATHE battling, he'd never want to do it, even if given dark's reputation he'd probably get flamethrowers and lightning bolts fired his way every other day or night. it's hard being dark. he'll still use his abilities to save other people because that's his whole thing but whatever.

in my head it was like - hilariously enough dark and wiz would be daisuke's only 'pokemon' and this was an immutable concept in my Brain, if i didn't go the legendary/fragment of giratina route then dark just would've been a gengar possessing the niwa line (to mirror the way dark's sometimes described as the infinitely repeating 'ghost' of the original niwa/ancestor) or a nightmare-curse from darkrai that bled into reality (not biblical/'creation' focused enough, esp on the hikari side of things.)

dark's not allowed to be human, ever, so why not make him just the weird human-infused product of the equivalent of vaguely-pokemon-satan already who has weird dimension hopping powers(dai n dark can already do that normally) and a cool edgelord aesthetic that has a gold torque just like one of their outfits. and wings. and territorial behavior with a sensitive side lmao or everybody wanting to 'seal' and lock them away for being chaotic/trouble makers aldkjaldkjf - anyways you get it! wiz and dark even within dnangel canon are supposed to be pretty unique weirdos already, wiz is more like shaymin status (a la there's only ever like One Around) which i also think suits him a little better than an eevee would too -

^ you can see what i mean right. KDSJLDKJG GOTH SHAYMIN TO CANON'S PASTEL. these small transformers mammals can kick it into FLIGHT MODE. but i can still totally see dai loving normal types overall like smeargle and eevee!!

in canon the way that artworks fill up dai's house as dark collects them i can see him basically filling up his mansion with all sorts of pokemon that are only 'his' in a kind of a distant and territorial, royal sense- canonically he gets artworks that are / can turn into a small bird (towa, maybe a natu given the psychic/supernatural 'guide to eternity' thing she has going on, or a swablu/altaria since it fits her aesthetic more?) a snake, (or a gecko, that's argentine, there's plenty of pokemon for that,' and a whole ass dreameater-tapir for baku, (drowzee and musharna are both RIGHT THERE) so if we're going canon-wise, i'd give him those!!! i love him slowly building up his found family of little weird guys who he loves and who love HIM very much, + again it elevates the whole giratina fragment/noble ruler of another realm/burdened boyking bit. otherwise, i've always used a clefairy(not a clefable! not! a! clefable!) to represent daisuke and still a gengar to represent dark. dai just has a fairy type affinity in general alongside his normal type behavior since he's a fragmented fairy tale mc. give him a mimikyu or impidmp or something. if anything i think the ghost types as a whole fit dark very well too - mostly in lore.

banette being thrown away and haunted inanimate dolls??? sinistea being just a lonely lil guy in a cuppy?? sableye?? LITWICK???

^ 'SPEND LESS ON LITWICK.' 'NO.'

[jokingmaiden]

Catharsis Pt. One: Mikey Gets Pissed

i was thinkin abt how all of the kids really need a chance to just get all their feelings out after the movie. since mikey is essentially me, and i felt very qualified to write a raging outburst from a youngest-sibling-pacifist, i started here. i might write the rest if this is received well :P

(side note: i tagged this as ooc bc i don't have a lot of faith in my characterization skills)

Word Count: 2,351

Warnings: angry mikey, implied mystic violence, the beginnings of a panic attack, brief reference to leo's attempted self-sacrifice

“APRIL!!”

The sound cuts through her phone in a desperate plea, the sheer panic enough to make her think the Krang have returned somehow.

“Jesus, Donnie, what’s wrong? I don’t think I’ve heard you this upset since Leo broke your Atomic Lass bobblehead.”

“While that was a HORRENDOUS crime punishable by DEATH,” the purple-clad mutant explains in a huff, “this is much worse.” His picture on their facetime call hunches over the phone, blocking her view of the audible commotion behind him.

“What’s the situation?” she asks, voice lowering into one of serious inquiry.

“Well—”

“MIKEY’S GONE BALLISTIC!!” Raph’s voice interrupts, and April is treated to watching as an indignant Donnie’s expression fades into the background while Raph holds the phone a bit too close to his face to be taken seriously.

“I’ll be right over,” April decides, collecting her things. She pauses, though, at Raph’s next words.

“No. Stay where you are. I don’t know why Donnie thought it’d be a good idea to get you involved in this, but you can not come here under any circumstances. Capiche?”

“No, not capiche!!” April barks back incredulously. She throws her stuff down into her mattress hard enough to warrant a slight bounce. “What are you freakin’ out for? Mikey would never hurt anyone. He literally made your worst enemy into your dad. He’s a sweetheart!!”

Raph leans close to the phone, voice grim as his shadow overcasts the camera. “April, listen to me. You don’t know our little brother like we do. You haven’t seen him when he’s angry.”

“Because he doesn’t get angry,” she clarifies, brows furrowed. “I wouldn't be surprised if his head's full of cotton candy. You’re being ridiculous. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“April wAIT—” Raph pleads, but her thumb is disconnecting from the end call button before he can utter another word of senseless panic to her. He’s being ridiculous, and she knows it. Even with his weird new mystic powers, Mikey would never hurt a non-enemy.

Right?

April feels the slightest tug of doubt at the corners of her mind, remembering his craze during the worst pizza week of the boys’ lives. He was fully intent on hurting those punk weirdos. But he was easily pacified by Raph lifting him off the ground to incapacitate him and then feeding him pizza. Why would this be any different?

She climbs down into the manhole on the street, thanking her gradually-built-up noseblindness to the sewers. Her immunity made it much easier to resist the stink, even if she could still smell it for the first few minutes of traversing the sewer system.

Mikey shouldn't be a problem. Sure, Dr. Delicate Touch was scary sometimes, but he was just brutally honest. Mikey would sooner pull one of his teeth out than hurt someone in his family, she was sure of it.

Within ten or so minutes, and several cycles of internal reassurance, April makes it to their secret hideout. She steps inside and immediately keeps an eye out for Mikey, not bothering to try to put up any sort of mental nor physical defense; Mikey would never harm her. She knows it.

“Angelo?” she calls out, looking around the base cautiously still. “Guys? Anyone home?”

“April!!” a familiar voice greets, full of young, innocent glee. The orange-clad turtle of the quartet comes barreling out of the kitchen to pull her into a delightful hug, which she graciously accepts.

“Lil' bro!!” she greets, smiling brightly at him as relief floods her body. Of course he’s fine. Why wouldn’t he be fine? The boys were overreacting.

“I'm so glad you're here!!” Mikey cheers, leaning back to look at her. April feels her chest squeeze as she notices the pinprick of tears in the corners of his eyes. “My brothers all disappeared and I can’t find them!! I thought it might be some sudden game of hide and seek or something, but they just won’t come out!! I’m getting really worried.” Almost as if to emphasize the sting in her heart, his little pouty face erupts in heartbroken puppy eyes.

How could those jerks do this to their little brother? Not only is he not mad, but he’s also worried sick!!

“Don’t worry, little bro,” April assures, smiling brightly at him as her hand comes down to pat him twice on the arm. “They’re here. They actually called me a bit ago!! They seem to think you’re angry for some reason?”

Mikey's eyes sparkle with what seems to be hope, nodding along with her explanation. His smile widens as she states the last part of her story. “Oh, weird!! Good to know they’re still here. Can you pleeeeaaaase help me find them? I’ll look in Donnie’s lab, you check around here!!”

“Sounds like a plan, little man,” she sings, shooting him finger guns. He giggles happily and scampers off towards Donnie’s workshop, leaving her to head into the kitchen alone.

Her smile falls immediately.

A plethora of sharp objects are sticking out of the walls, embedded deep into the concrete. Other objects of various sizes are strewn about, some dented on the floor below clear impact zones as if someone twice Raph’s size had launched them with the intent to kill. And in the middle of it all is Leo, upside down, tied up with duct tape, and hanging like a spider’s next meal. He looks beat to hell and absolutely terrified. The moment April comes into his line of sight, he begins trying desperately to scream around strips of tape.

“Holy shit!!” April exclaims, running forward to pull the binding on Leo’s mouth off. “What happened here? Are you okay?”

“April, thank the great pizza place in the sky,” Leo pants, wriggling against his restraints. “Mikey’s lost his mind. Can you get me down? We gotta get dad.”

“Wait. Mikey did this to you??” she asks incredulously, a single laugh escaping her in disbelief as she pulls him down. He hits the kitchen island with a loud crash, and she wastes no time slicing him out of his taped cocoon with the nearest sharp object. “What did you do to piss him off this bad??”

“Well," Leo begins sheepishly, sliding off of the counter and kicking away the remains of the residual stickiness attached to him. "We maaaaay have ruined the mural he’s been working on since he was a kid in the east wing tunnel while sludgeboarding...?”

She blinks slowly at him.

"So, let me get this straight," April begins after a long moment of staring at Leo in pure shock. "After everything you went through a few months ago, the second all your wounds are healed, you decide to try out a completely new made-up sport? And not only that, you test it in the only tunnel Mikey has a claim on??"

"Well when you put it like that, we sound like terrible brothers," Leo laughs, the noise quickly dying off when April doesn't join him. He clears his throat of the awkwardness, looking away from her burning gaze.

"Look, I get it. We messed up big time," Leo relents. It seems as if he's about to continue, maybe to deliver a heartfelt and emotionally impactful speech, when his eyes widen suddenly. He stares over her shoulder at an unknown source of terror.

April turns around to see what Leo is gaping at.

Holy shit.

Mikey stands—no, he floats—in the doorway, Raph suspended in a cloud of orange glow behind him. The youngest turtle's eyes shine a bright topaz, interrupted in the center by near-yellow pupils.

"Oh, good, you found Donnie!!" Mikey hums happily. "The gang's all here."

He flicks his hand, and Raph goes barreling into the wall. As April's eyes follow the collision, she notices the purple-themed turtle standing in the opposite doorway, clinging to his tech-bo with trembling hands like it'll save him from his little brother's mystic rampage in any way.

"Mikey, buddy," April tries to soothe, caution in her voice. She takes a nervous step backwards, hips colliding with the counter. "Let's take a deep breath."

Mikey looks at her as the glow from his form disappears. He drops to the floor, tilting his head in confusion. "Why are you scared, April? I'm not mad at you."

"I'm glad," she laughs quickly, eyes scanning over the room for escape routes. "I just, uh, also don't wanna watch you murder your bros with your wack-ass emotion fueled mystic mumbo jumbo?"

Mikey gasps, offended. "I would never hurt my brothers!!" he insists, balling his hand against his chest like a Victorian lady clutching her pearls.

"YOU JUST LAUNCHED ME INTO A WALL," Raph protests, struggling to his feet with Leo's assistance as if he hasn't emerged from much greater falls unscathed before.

"Funny! Y'know what other wall you got launched into, Ra-pha-el?" Mikey hums, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he articulates each syllable of his brother's name. Raph shrinks in on himself, falling into his usual habit of trying to make himself smaller in the face of discomfort.

"Oh, right!! The wall with my life's work on it! The wall with the mural of all of us I was making!! The wall with the only accurate picture of gram-gram we had left!!!! The wall I can never remake again because I busted my hands open ripping a hole in space to save our idiot brother from his suicide attempt!! THAT WALL!!!!"

April flinches at Mikey's tone. He sounds...

She studies the way his hands tremble, betraying the crazed smile plastered onto his expression like a flimsy sealant over the cracks in an overfilled dam.

He sounds genuinely furious.

It would be terrifying, if it wasn't absolutely gut-wrenching.

She steps forward, watching as his tirade re-sparks the violent glow around him. He all but ignores her, continuing to scream at his brothers in blind rage, up until she takes his scarred arms into her hands.

It physically upsets her stomach, the way he flinches at the contact. He goes completely silent, almost ripping his hands away from her, but she holds him steady.

"April, go home," he orders. In any other situation, she'd be in disbelief of his audacity. Maybe the way his voice sounds more like it’s begging, or the desperate hush of his words, convinces her to pardon him from a meeting with the business end of her bat. "This has nothing to do with you."

"This is my family as much as it is yours, Angelo," she insists, trying to tug his again-floating form to the ground. "Talk to me."

He stares at her for a long moment. His full figure trembles under her grip. The glow fades around him, and he properly lowers back down to the floor.

"I-I..."

No other words escape him as the dam finally breaks. He collapses over her shoulder, sobbing loudly as his padded knees buckle under him. April may be quite strong now, but he’s still a large mutant turtle, so she opts to lower slowly to the ground instead of trying to support his full weight.

He curls around her, sobbing desperately and letting out pained mewls at each attempt to stifle his sound. His chest heaves, and April has to do everything in her power just to keep him steady.

“There there, big guy,” she soothes, rubbing a comforting circle into his shell. “It’s alright.”

With the switch from fury to heartbreak, Mikey’s brothers are on the pair in seconds. Raph scoops the two into his lap, wrapping his arms around the both of them for extra support. Leo leans over Raph’s shoulder, hand coming around the larger turtle's neck to gently rub his little brother’s head. Donnie sits cross-legged next to them, reaching into the pile to give Mikey’s hand a firm squeeze.

“I-I just,” the youngest turtle finally manages after several minutes of sobbing, “I don’t—hic—know what to do!! How am I ever gonna make art again like this??”

The brothers look at each other, then to April, all lost for words. She sighs, lifting a hand to Mikey’s cheek to gently draw his attention.

“Mikey. Your hands will heal,” April assures, but he only scrunches his expression, leaning away from her touch and into Raph’s chest to cry harder.

“What if they don’t?” he manages. It sounds as if he wants to scream it, but his hoarse voice corners him into a desperate whisper.

“…The original Michelangelo fell incredibly ill while directing the construction of St. Peter’s Basilica,” Donnie begins, staring down at his free hand with a concentrated expression. “Even in the last week of his life, he found ways to help with the building process. He even kept sculpting, even though he probably shouldn’t have considering the meager state of his health. He kept making art up until his last day.”

“And ol’ Angelo the first has nothing on you!!” Leo adds, nodding thoughtfully to himself. “If some ancient fleabag can sculpt til’ he drops, then there’s nothing capable of stopping our little brother from making amazing art no matter what.”

“Besides,” Raph chimes in, “creativity is like, your thing. If anyone can figure out a way to make art in new ways, it’s you. Maybe you can use your cool mystic powers or somethin’ to make stuff if your hands can’t anymore?”

Mikey sniffles, curled up and bleary-eyed from the encouragement of his family. “….You really think I can keep making stuff?” he asks, voice soft as if daring to hope too loud might shatter the illusion.

“‘Course you can,” April laughs, gently flicking him on the forehead. “You wouldn’t be Mikey if you couldn’t.”

With a big, toothy smile, Mikey pulls them all into a group hug. “I love you guys,” he sighs, sniffling as he holds them there. Leo leans in happily; Raph readjusts to make sure his arms are supporting everyone; Donnie tolerates the contact, for Mikey; April leans across her spot in Raph’s lap to give their little brother a proper hug around the shoulders.

A long, wonderful moment of this peace passes.

“I am still gonna tell dad about the mural, though.”

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Crystal Hearts

Prequel PT3: You and me

➽───Previous───CH13────Next───❥

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You yawn as you try to find Niki place, somehow you forget to ask him address earlier. But you just look for the nearest cafe that have a name cinnamon as he once said he work in such place.

"Welcome~" you heard someone says as you enter the cafe. "Oh! It's lil MC!" it was Niki who was Wearing his human disguise.

"Nii-tan..." You called with a sleepy face.

"come here~ " Niki pulled you to one of the stuff room.

"Sorry boss! It's my friend! " He apologize to his manager who just wave you two off.

"I still have to clean the place before I can leave. But you can sleep here.". He give you a comfy cover as he lead you to the desk, since there's no sofa here.

You nodded off and sleep in the table, sleeping like a lag. Niki chuckle as he fix your hair before he left to finish his shift.

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You walk around the street. Wondering how to start to do your job. You have no clue at all, a stranger already claim your a weirdo. That's not a good sign of getting 14 people fall in love with you at all.

"Weeeee. Weeeee" you heard little children run around you before long one of them bumps onto you. "Awwwy" you look at the child who is rubbing his nose. "Are you ok?" You ask as you bent down to inspect the little one.

"Nyooo." He shakes his head, tearfully look at you with his (color) eyes. "Hmm? Do you have a wounds?" You don't want to get told off that your bullying a child you quickly look at him in worry. You notice his cute sailor uniform and carrot theme hair clip.

The child nodded his head. "Where?" As you ask that, he just look at you tearfully. "Lost..."

"What?" You look at him in question but he look at you with (color) eyes.

"I'm lost... " He repeated like a robot. You raise your brow.

"I'm lost'??? Not wounded anymore huh..." You chuckle. "Then let me help you find yourself." You really wonder what's up with this kid.

"Blob can't go anywhere... Like you... Blob papa is lost too." The child chuckle like a crazy person.

"Ahaha. Blob? You have the same name like my bunny. Don't worry. Since you and him share the same name. [ You won't be lost and find home ]" you pat his head. He look at you in surprised.

"What about papa?" He ask

. "Eh...? I don't know your papa..." You don't know what to do with this kid. "... Huhuhu... Waaaaawaa." He start to cry at your words. " Ahaha~ fine I'll help you! "You give up trying to reason out to the kid.

"Eheh~ blob think your fake. YwY. Your a liar. A liar. Blob don't believe in liars. " He suddenly giggles, his giggle sound similar to certain someone. "That's why blob likes papa more."

".... Ah. " You suddenly realize something as you look at your blurry surrounding. This is a vision. A dream. A weird one at that too

"Then you should stay in your papa side rather than me?" You smile.

" Blob would stay with him till blob cant. Blob don't need to hear your words for it." He playfully stick his tongue out.

"liars should stop saying promises." He point out to you with a rude finger. You just laugh at it.

" I don't even promise a thing. " You point out. " That's right you never promise anything... You never promise to stay forever either. " As he said that, he start to run away from you toward someone you cannot view. The child slowly turn to a familiar bunny.

A figure wearing white and purple, reach out for the bunny, his emerald eyes look at you in shock wanting to reach out for you yet he was dragged away by someone.

"Huh... I'm just going to ignore I see those two with humanoid blob... Even through they don't know each other... At least not Here thru. they dont." You shrugged your shoulder before everything around you slowly crumble.

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When you open your eyes, you heard someone mooching on something. You look at the sideline and saw Niki eating burgers and hotdogs. The panda fae look up from his meal up to you. "Did you sleep well? I'm already done with my shift." He smile.

"Does nii-tan know..." You remember what he said before. "Know what lil mc?" He stood up from his chair and offer you a burger, accepting it. You look at the food. Unwrapping the wrapper, you look at Niki. "Nii-tan don't think I'm unworthy...?" You change the question.

"...hmm? What type of question are you asking me, lil mc?" He chuckle as he mess up your hair. " Your always seems to be over thinking things. Beside you should enjoy things till you can. Remember thinking too much can use up a lot of calories."

"... I don't know what to do if I don't think about some..." Your mouth is shut by him shutting it with his pointy finger. " NoNo. Since your in the human world. Enjoy the moment here ok? Whats goes in the world of fae stays in the world of faes. Besides you have a task to think about than stuff I would rather not ask about."

" Mk... Thank you."

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➽────few•days•later────❥

" Based on the game routes I played in the past. The perfect way to catch someone heart is through-- Clichy high school romance! Ehehe~" you clap your reference book, a shoujo manga from Jun. "Ah. Being a prince charming troop always get the ladies heart." You smile as you look at the glass window of a boutique, fixing what's out of place in your outfit or hair being unruly.

" I did acting with Tarunii-san but I don't think I'm good." You mumble as you look at the reflection in the other side of the street, someone spying on you.

"..." Your (color) eyes meet with purple one... Or violet. Your Honestly not sure at this point.

You turn around to only see him glare at your direction before hidding away as if you did not just spot him just now.

( Well, im going to ignore that I just saw you.) You thought as you walked to your destination, clearly felt someone spying on you and trailing behind you since point A.

"Another way To catch someone heart. Is being heroic!' you thought as you look from your reference and to the sign before you.

A shady alley, two people holding someone in gun point. Very shady scene.

"Hello~ do you guys need help!" You giggle as you skip toward them. But they all look pissed at you. " Go away!" the one being held hostage said. " Mk." You turn around but to only spin in your heels and run toward them. Kick their guns off their hands and effortless save the day--

" CCCCUUUUTTTTTT!! WHO IS THIS NITWIT?"

"...sorry director." It seems that you accidentally cut into a movie recording. As you watch the guy roll his script and was about to hit you when you felt your right hand being tagged by the strings.

( Pff...I never seen someone this stupid before )

" You..." the angry director point at you. "Your ruining my show! We're already behind schedule!" He screams so loudly, he began to tell how your going to get lawsuit or something human law you don't study about in your school back in the world of fae. You internally sigh as you seems to get noir instead of red hearts.

" [ Pick up ] "

You point at them who's heart is raging from the distraction you did, noir heart full of rage all come out and gather into your palm, with a snap they all disappear to your space.

" Hu? Who you?" The director finally snap out of a trance and doesn't remember you or the hate they felt just now. "Eheh. No one in particular..." You quickly flee.

.

.

.

You run embarrassed by what you did just now to the same park from few days ago but this time the place have bunch of people around, enjoying their day.

You take at the bench and start eating sweets from your pocket, an illusion that they won't know your using your space. You look at the happy smile of people.

( Gosh this is boring. )

You thought as you look the happy children walking around. You look at your right hand and still see the string, sighing in relief your not dreaming again after seeing a kid.

( What are they doing there ? Planning to do some crazy stuff again?)

You heard another person thought in your mind and gaze being sent like a drill on the back of your head.

(No, I'm not that crazy.)

You replied which cause the thoughts to be silent for a moment.

(... You can do that ? ) He seems very surprised the two of you can communicate through telepathy.

(Do what?) You nom another sweet while you see a child trip on her own shoelaces and rolled around to another boy who's making a sandcastle. Now they are both crying.

(Telepathy...) He seems to not believe his own thoughts. But he held very much curiosity a little child would have.

(Ah, it's because of the strings + were the same type of fae. I mean, almost the same. Your the closest to what I am.)

You turn around and saw him peaking from the tree line, wearing a fake disguise, a fancy beard and fake heart glasses.

"... Pff--..." You held you laughter as you realize how odd his get up is. "*Cough..." You quickly turn to face your front to the two children who's now pulling each other hair and crying bloody murder. To pretend you don't see ( him with a funny getup.)

(...)

You heard something snap from behind you, you don't want to look back what he crack under his gasp at all.

You look at the kids again and saw another boy with a ball arriving and smacking both the two kids head from behind, the two cried as the third one nags them.

"Lol children those days." You chuckle at hoe crazy those three kids are. They are now bullying the third one and now rolling around the sandbox. You notice how the lack of adults around made those kids even wild.

(It's not...)

"Weird..." You heard someone from behind you said, a shadow cast upon you. You look up and saw the same person from few night ago. But he removed his get up.

"... Hi." You wave and smile at him, he pause seeing your smile. "..." His purple eyes stared at your (color) one with hidden irritation.

"A few days ago most be really dark for me to see clearly." You turn around fully to look at him as you seat up on the bench, having a position where you two are eye to eye to one another, through you lean closer a bit, so close at his face, admiring him. But shortly back away as blush cover his face. "You very pretty." You complimented him with a smile.

"I--..." His eyes widen by your sudden compliment, taken back by your sudden words by a lot.

( Your hair look like Cotton candy... I'm suddenly felt hungry)

You thought as you look at his pretty pink hair. Wanting to touch if it's natural or not but remembering not all people like being intrude in their personal space, your hand pause in midair, before going back to the side and just look at his eyes.

*BOINK!

Suddenly something hit the back of your head causing you to smack into him.

The three kids have thrown the ball accidentally toward your direction and now staring at the two of you, through only see the two adult gone from the bench and pick up the ball, confuse.

"..."

You held the back of his head to not cause damage to his fall as the two of you fall to the bushes which is behind the bench, out of view. your too distracted by his face to be caught out guard earlier to be hit and physics have its way of things.

As you and him stare at one another with widen eyes as your lips collide with his own. his hand unconsciously gasp your waist. The strings turn red for a moment as your lips interlock with one another.

"...sorry..." You mumble as you lean away from him, you saw him covering his lower face, blush pasted on his cheeks. The strings slowly turn back to it's normal aurora colored one.

(( Ahh, my first kiss.. . ))

The two of thoughts in the same time. His eyes widen as he look at you as his face turn red from what he heard from your thoughts.

"Sorry. I don't mean to." You felt your ears warming up when the scene slowly been process by your mind. "Ah... I really don't mean too... Please forgive me." You fidget on your hands. " Sorry for stealing your first kiss..." You felt bad. ( What if his preserving the kiss for his love ) and don't want to ruined it yet you already did. As you read bunch of Manga owned by Jun and some you found in Ei place (probably from a friend ) you know how important a first kiss is to humans.

"Stop crying." He grumble, not understanding if he should be mad or confuse or both right now. He also steal your first kiss and felt bad about it. He just don't know why your reaction is so dramatic. "It's fine..." He sigh as he seat you.

".... Ah.. why are you nice to me? You should hate me." You look at him oddly, he raise a brow.

"I am a weirdo, I fight like a crazy maniac who like to fight till death, wounded you and probably traumatized you a few days ago, a sweets cant make one be fine with it." You start to rattle on your words, complaining why his nice to you, he should complain about it. You don't even know his name.

He sigh as he take out a handkerchief from his pocket and wipe your tears.

"It's fine. It's just a kiss." He mumble as his ears turn red at the word kiss as his eyes trail at your lips for a second before he gulp and look into eyes again.

( Speaking of sweets... Love-Swan's friend and your sweets taste the same as that person.... I already eat all of it...)

He look at you who finally stop crying.

"Do you want more sweets? I can give you more." Hearing his thoughts, you thought of a way to repay him, even a bit. You wave your hand and sweets appear around you. His eyes widen at the amount of sweets and candy.

"I have a batches that wouldn't give side effects." You finally smile as you pick up the wrapped sweet and give it to him.

"Side effects?" He was confused by what you said, he happily accepts your offering through he have to act mature and not beam and smile widely like a child at the sweets.

"Ahmn... It won't probably effect you that much because you and I are the same." You refuse to answer the effect of the normal batch you made. You cant help but fidget when he keep eyeing you like a hawk who want answers.

"... Last time. Those I give helps you... Unlock some of the locked magic inside of you... So it don't make you become delulu..." You mumble not able to meet his eyes. " What? What about the magic?" He seems confuse by this as he unwrap one of the candies.

" Don't I tell you before? You and I are faes. Beings that lives longer than humans, full of magic and surprises. " You too unwrap a candy and start nomming as you made a heart shape with your index finger a heart bubble appear and you softly blow to his direction.

"Ah?" He was surprised when it pop on as he reach out to gasp it and turning into beautiful mini confetti of petals above his head and slowly form a flower crown on his head.

( Wow... That's so cool...)

Seeing his look of amazement, you decide in the spot.

"Would you like to learn magic ?"

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[scribeoffate]

Sceo, stalking

Thank you for the prompt!

yeah, uhm, behind a cut again. tw: violence, possible implied dubcon, i'm a creepy lil weirdo (affectionate)

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Scott leans against the tree, trying to control his breathing. Each breath reminds him how badly it hurts where the bullets are buried in his stomach, his flesh healed around them. Little purple lines surround them, growing longer and wider by the minute, the wolfsbane they need to burn out.

Theo doesn't creep toward the encampment they've been stalking for hours. He walks in. Brazenly. Like he owns the place.

Scott licks his blood-coated lips.

The same way he'd stepped in, trying to join Scott's pack. Scott's head spins too much for him to hear the conversation. For all he knows, Theo is betraying him again.

He tries to concentrate on the discomfort of the bark scraping against his skin. A little hurt compared to the larger ones. He sinks to his knees, sweat drips into his eyes. Maybe he'll pass out here and die on some forgotten mission.

Maybe Theo never had to try that hard to kill him.

Strong arms lift him, and bright, searing agony fills him, radiating from his gut. Scott opens his mouth and roars at the being who dares to touch him like this. The world is infrared as he opens his eyes and his instincts sense an enemy.

Scott growls deep in his throat, and the Enemy runs.

Scott smiles as his body heals the damage, and he takes in the scent of his Enemy. Fear and anger are the primary emotions. But underneath he can sense the arousal. Scott prepares himself to hunt.

[shallowseeker]

when dean thinks he’s alone, he definitely dances to (embarrassing) songs in the kitchen

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there are exactly twelve times he gets caught.

1. the first time, it’s sam. dean knows it’s sam because sam doubles over in over-the-top laughter right away.

for weeks after that, sam starts singing, “too high, can’t come do—own,” in a britney-toned falsetto.

the dick.

2. the second time isn’t so bad. dean’s doing a lil sock-footed shimmy to aretha franklin’s r-e-s-p-e-c-t, and he catches a face-full of kevin tran’s spit-take.

pepsi. yuck.

coulda been worse for sure.

3. the third time’s pretty bad. he really should know better by now.

dean’s in his dead-guy robe, and one of those crackley old recordings of irving berlin’s dancing cheek to cheek comes on over the tinny radio he’s got propped up in the bunker kitchen. (grammy hall of fame 2000 version.) dean imagines frank sinatra and ginger rogers, and he starts to sway, liking how his robe billows around when he spins. it’s a little bit like fighting, except…

…the big band sound’s got him feeling a little giddy.

he spins a little faster and mouths along to the lyrics, “And the cares that hung around me through the week, Seem to vanish like a gamblers lucky streak, When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.”

dean picks up the still-cold cast iron skillet (he plans to make an omelet in a little while) and smooshes his hot, hot cheek against its cold surface.

the music swells.

Dance with me , I want my arm about you , That charm about you, Will carry me through to Heaven

and suddenly, cas is there. his face is pinched as he watches and—shit that’s actually cas. in the doorway. not some weirdo daydream.

the skillet lands on dean’s foot with a painful thud, and dean slams his hand down on the radio and fumbles till the volume cuts completely.

“dammit cas! don’t sneak up on a guy like that!”

(cas is still a new and relatively uncommon presence in the bunker, after all.)

“i wasn’t…sneaking. Dean, your foot.”

dean ignores the skillet on the ground and puts a hand on his hip, affecting hopefully something blasé and uncaring. “hm? oh. my foot’s good, dude.”

cas raises a brow, then pointedly tracks his eyes to the table across the room.

just peachy.

now cas wants to heal him. this just gets better and better. dean takes a limping step.

ow. nope.

yeah, if he limps his way over there, it’ll be obvious how much his damn toes hurt.

next, cas looks pointedly at the taller, bar height table—the one closer to the stove, and to dean. dean mutters an annoyed, “okay, okay,” before making a great show of rolling his eyes and hoisting himself up.

“it’s not that bad, cas.” he swings his feet childishly for emphasis.

cas kneels. and slides off dean’s soft house-shoe. his fingerpads wrap around dean’s ankle as he leans forward to inspect.

yeah, the toes are swollen as fuck. three of them are purple and there’s black blood underneath the second toenail. (that pressure is probably what hurts. were he alone, dean would probably drill a hole in it or yank the nail, just to release the pressure.)

as it is, dean’s already relaxing before cas even fixes it, probably a pavlovian response to cas healing him so many times.

then hot, hot grace flows in, and the pain ebbs away. cas’s fingers drift down towards dean’s toes, like he’s checking them one last time.

for some damn reason, dean wriggles his toes as cas’s fingers sweep by. then, like dean’s toes have some kind of angel banishing sigil carved on them, cas is up and headed for the library, muttering something about helping sam.

it’s probably dean’s imagination, but he thinks he hears cas humming the sinatra song, a whole week later.

dean thinks about how the skillet felt against his cheek.

[thenamesblurrito]

Shdjejeksjs you're welcome! I've only known Buzzard and Gremlin for a few hours and they're already the best Transformer OCs from outside of Autobot Academy, and it makes me want to see them interact with characters from that or any Canon Transformers universe!

oh boy we really have to come up with good Team Purple material then, there's some pretty excellent shenanigans involving canon characters there... off the top of my head in our lil TFA verse:

Wreck-gar, Rum-maj, and Wheelie are sort of the default family for Buzzard and Gremlin, as well as fellow Allspark-created junk creature Necro. this definitely explains some of Buzzard's more uh, socially inept tendencies. Wheelie taught them how to pick locks, Wreck-gar taught them how to hoard, and Rum-maj taught them that all systems of lawful authority are simply implicit threats intended to preserve social control. the lot of them are a gaggle of happy anarchic weirdos, which is perfect for Buzzard who came to life, immediately joined the junk family, and has zero perception of any other more normal way of life

Buzzard actually came from an aircraft from the same museum that Blitzwing and Lugnut scanned their Earth alt modes! they're a (very loosely interpreted) Focke-Wulf 189 Uhu, and they look rather rickety and delicate and can't go super fast, but this alt mode is more maneuverable than those of the cons. there's been at least one instance where a Decepticon swoops in for the kill and Buzzard simply spins in an aerial circle too tightly for the con to turn and follow. i would not call this a good plan of defense, but by rule of stupid it's effective!

the first time Team Purple visits Cybertron they cause a planetary emergency. Buzzard meanwhile has zeroed in on the most fascinating thing in the area, which to a magpie like them is of course the trash. so many interesting things to be found in the dumpster, like this weird blue cube with something glowing inside of it! they'll just be taking that with them as a fancy new paperweight. nothing strange or suspicious about this cube, no sir!

Gremlin maaaaay end up stealing Shockwave's optic and playing fetch with it like a red tennis ball

[sunlightsshadow]

Heal What Has Been Hurt Liveblog

hello and welcome to the first of 5 initial (but probably not Only) posts recounting my liveblogging of Heal What Has Been Hurt by @sunlitmcgee

ch1: and the universe said "I Love You"

c! tech did one (1) good thing and it was burning the egg

gogy mention/pos

its only ch1 and they've already gone DadMode. hasnt even even , talked to the boy yet/lh

XD :D

ch2:Flower Gleam and Glow

"weirdo mother hen guardian angel nanny thing." hehehe

moths moths moths moths moths

Clara :D

ch3: I've Been Ghosting Your Dreams

i wonder how tommy feels about warm rain

my browser crashed god dad is too powerful/j

ghostbur :DDD

oh i have so many feelings about ghobur

ch4:Come, My Child

not lots of thoughts just enjoying the domesticity of the bois

did enjoy the star freckles tho

ch5:Like A Busy Bee Taking Flight

"large purple man" thanos/neg

compass compass compass compass (im wearing my Your Tommy compass my bf bought me <3)

heheh dad said pogchamp

ch6:Flying Like a Bee, Black and Yellow Energy

hehe derivikat lyrics

xd dad god. why is that form even still in your rotation/lh

ranboo/pos. i love all Ranboos

hehehe time to sin!

c! techno/neg

xd having several children who are gods and can take care of themselves and having to focus your attention on the whole of creation is different than abandoning your litteral tiny children to go adventuring w a gladiator who hears voices

xd you could have shifted forms dont yell at them/lh

ch7:Cold. Why You Gotta Treat Me So Cold?

weird schlatt tubbo/neg nightmare tubbo/neg

GOD I hate exile

I am so emotional over them GODS

I need someone to be proud of me like xd is proud of tommy

I want a god dad. the yearning is strong

ch8: sweet like honey

any time someone writes tommy saying the phrase "ill be good" istg i feel my heart break

back sore, clue #1

micha 🥺

ch9: I Think You're All Insane

_beloved family/pos

PUFFY!!

every time i manage to forget the captain is dreams mom someone reminds me :/(/hj/nm/lh)

no more memory broke :D

am i using that emoji to much? i do not care<3

god enderman lore/pos

ch10: Deep In The Meadow

i also feel Okay. this is a good place to be

there is something so personal about tommy wanting to end the cycle of abuse and worrying he'll end up like the people who hurt him

good people have intrusive thoughts tommy:(

ch11:Here it's Safe, and Here it's Warm

hehehehe Wings also toms XD would never leave you :(

"you'll instinctively know" its not instincts if it hurts Philza

god i fucking love the personification of instincts. so much. its such a cool thing

ch12:Why, Tell Me, Father?

tommy has a perfect comfy bed and doesnt wanna move. mood

tommy is starting to heal and i love that for him/gen

how DID xd figure that out?

ive just decided just now while rereading that xd was too nice to phil

"you're still here" im gonna SOB

heal! emerald duo/neg

I wanna hug tommy :(

ch13:It's a Promise for Life Between Father and Child

what if i just [takes a white out pen to tommys trauma] look now hes just a lil guy! (someone do this to me)

[beats the doomsday bitches over the head with a stick] i will actually never be normal abt c!tommy

mmmm i should play omori

tinyboo. itty bitty

i dont wana read the interaction w technoooo [reads it anyways] its important

Ghobur! he back!

i think more people should let ghostbur get angry

ch14:How Would You Know?

idk how phil cant sense the Pissed Off aura xd must be giving off rn

in which xd is my spirit animal

:D(malicious)-XD

i like his hat :(

somebody please do this w my dad

ch15: Remember to be Patient

i am obsessed w instinct stuff. lil baby birb go peep peep

i was so lost in the euphoria of birb i forgot to have thoughts

ch16:Fold Up Your Wings, Close Your Eyes

WING TIME WING TIME WING TIME

"it's beautiful… except of course for the unholy screams"

xd " claws" and " adorable" are not generally words that go together

he is SAD the baby is SAD :(

what would xd do if tommy turned into an actual baby?

"its me?" AWWWW🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

hes a baby

i will kill any god for him

baby boy

precious

oh boo even *mentions* agere how did I miss that the first time? tommy is simply baby

ch17: See the Sunset

cant see glass<3

i want a cool space blanket (I have a non-binary flag space blanket tho :3)

I also like when things make click clack noises… am i birb?

I love hiiiiimmmmm

ch18:Nothing Could Tear Us Apart

they can both be clingy it's okay

i almost forgot to open my document when I started reading again

[wilbur voice] quackityyyyy

hes not even actually here but I'm lobe himb

hehehe lovey dovey qpps/pos

i adore my qpps and my bf

GOD i am not NORMAL about platonic soulmate clingyduo there is nothing normal abt my mind state towards them!

"You were worth more than L'manburg ever was…" grrrrrr growl hiss its so GOOD

more baby birb🥺

ch19:Come out and Play

is he a demigod now?

bird time again!

i love instinct shit have i mentioned that?/hj

baby baby boy/pos

i was reading this the first time and I was just like. hes so small

i fuckin love my comfort chara using my coping mechanisms

And with that it's back to reading<3

[ticklish-n-stuff]

OK OK OMG so i saw you started taking requests for enstars so. one word. lee mayoi. the ler dosen't matter. just lee mayoi. OKAY MAYBE THAT WAS TWO WORDS BUT-

Ice breaker

Ok but like we are now besties KSKAKSJAKS. Mayoi has quickly become one of my faves so you can imagine my excitement when I saw this. Such a scrunkly weirdo, he definitely needs lots of tiggles~

For the ler I decided to go with Hiiro 'cause if I remember correctly he said he enjoys physical touch + I find it funny how he just asserts his friendship onto the others forcefully lol

Anyways hope you like it!

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Mayoi x Hiiro (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Mayoi

Ler: Hiiro

Warnings: Tickles!

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After a long day of hard idol work, the members of Alkaloid were finally free to do whatever they pleased. It was already late at night so the others called it a day, but Hiiro was still feeling fired up and decided to follow Mayoi into his room. After all, he wanted to get to know him better and become good friends. Mayoi tried getting him to leave, he really did, but Hiiro looked like a lost 'lil pup trailing behind him, how could he deny him entry into his room?! That's easy, he can't.

The purple haired male settled down on his bed, Hiiro doing the same but more energetically. "So what do you like to do for fun?!" he asked with a big smile on his face.

"Uhm...sometimes I like to make sweets..." replied Mayoi as he fiddled with his fingers. He was feeling nervous and a bit shy, he wasn't used to having company over, especially this late at night. Hiiro noticed the way he would awkwardly shift under his gaze, he didn't want to make his friend uncomfortable.

He started thinking on how he could make Mayoi feel relaxed and then it hit him... "Hey Mayoi, are you ticklish?" asked the redhead with a mischevious grin.

Mayoi was instantly taken aback by the sudden question, his face starting to heat up "W-why would you ask that?!". Hiiro gave no response, he only wiggled his fingers teasingly towards the purple haired male. Mayoi let out a squeak at the sight and tried to bolt on out of there, but Hiiro was too fast and tackled him across the bed.

They both struggled around but Hiiro managed to pin his arms above his head. "You didn't answer my question, are you gonna tell me or do I have to find out myself?" he looked down at him with a teasy smirk.

Mayoi felt like he was about to errupt from how flustered he felt. "D-do your wohorst..!" he blurted out without thinking. Hiiro grinned at him, accepting the challenge. He then started squeezing at Mayoi's side with his free hand.

"MPH!" Mayoi chocked on a laugh as he tried his best to hold it in, he didn't want to give in so easily. Although his plan was flawed considering how horribly ticklish he is so it wasn't long until he started laughing. "Wahait Hiiro- NAHAT THEHERE!" he screeched out when Hiiro started poking at his tummy.

"Wow! You're so ticklish here, how cute~!" the redhead playfully teased as he started scratching at the tickle spot.

"AM NAHAHAT CUHUTE! AHAHAHAHA!" Mayoi threw his head back in laughter as he started kicking his legs out.

"Of course you are! So don't start talking bad about yourself...or else~" Hiiro playfully threatened him as he started squeezing at his hip.

"GYAHAHAHA! I-I'M SAHHAHARRY!" poor Mayoi bucked around but Hiiro's stubborn hand wouldn't stop squeezing that dreaded spot.

"You suuuure~?" he then gave his tummy a few playful pokes, enjoying the cute squeaks that escaped the purple guy.

"EEK! Y-YEHEHEAH!".

Hiiro noticed how his eyes were starting to get watery, not wanting to push his boundaries he got off of him, giving him a well deserved break. Mayoi just layed there all limp, panting and taking deep breaths as if he had ran a marathon. His face was fully flush and a few tears ran down his cheeks, but there was a big genuine smile plastered on his face. The redhead smiled fondly down at him as he wiped away some of the stray tears.

Once Mayoi regained his composure, Hiiro bombarded him with yet another flustering question "Hey Mayoi...do you like being tickled?".

Well... if Mayoi wasn't flustered before, he definitely was now. He had to be honest, he wasn't always fond of others touching him, but with tickling it was a bit different... it felt nice. "Uhh... I-I guess...?" he answered with an awkward smile.

Hiiro looked at him for a moment before speaking up "Cool! I like tickling too!". The redhead said with zero shame. "It's fun getting to make others laugh, including you~" he said as he playfully poked Mayoi's side.

"Eek!" the purple guy jumped at the sudden poke. Not gonna lie, he felt a bit better after that exchange.

Before he could even think of a response, Hiiro was already saying his goodbyes. "Well I should get going now, don't wanna disrupt your rest. But we should totally do this another time!".

"Yeah... that'd be nice" Mayoi spoke without thinking, a soft smile grazing his lips. Hiiro couldn't help but smile back as they both waved goodbye. This weird yet wholesome situation made the two of them feel a bit closer.

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Sorry if this isn't supper accurate. But I still think it ended up pretty cute~

Feel free to leave me more enstars reqs. 'cause I'm too obsessed atm LOL

[wildcatofgreen]

Dear past me,

Send me one "Dear---" and I'll write a letter to this person

They're doing this on purpose, right? First future, now past? What's next, present? Talk to yourself for a while, Carol--have a cup of tea and angst about all your problems while dreading actually dealing with them.

Wait, is it possible that there's another her somewhere? She travels the multiverse, after all. She's met alts of Sonic before, she remembers that much.

It never crossed her mind that speaking to herself in the present tense was actually way more likely than she could've ever prepped for. In fact it was kind of freaky. She didn't like thinking about it.

She's her own person!!! Another her coming around and doin' her sierra would be a whole can of worms she didn't even want to entertain. Stone's sake.

She was getting sidetracked. The letter. She needs to focus on the letter.

...

What would it be about, really?

Maybe warning herself not to fall for purple girls so easily.

Maybe warning herself not to take the green gem out of the random blue box that fell out of the sky.

Maybe she'd warn herself about Brevon? Or Merga? Or all those times she got harrassed by weirdo grays.

She was a different person from back then. Whether it be a year or two or ten, she was ever so wildly different than the person she is now.

Would that past Carol even listen to her advice? Would it even matter? Probably not, right?

Despite her mantra, despite how she never actually wanted anything in her past to change, it didn't stop her from having regrets.

Her childhood sucked balls.

But it's not like that was something she could control. She was in the scarves for as long as she could remember. It'd be hard for her kiddie memories to not have a pang of regret next to them.

So...

She was kind of at a loss. Back of the pen tapped the side of her head, as if it'd jog her brain with what to write.

Maybe she should just...

Tell it how it is? Let her past self know about everything. Tell her how good life was gonna get.

She didn't really pick a specific age in her head for this. Just ''the past'' was good enough for her.

dear past carol

yoooo hows it goin girl? you doin okay? scarves treatin ya right? LMAO

bet you already left those bastards. good on ya carol. theyre the worst, truly. cant think of much that suck more

actually i can think of one thing

but ill go on about that later. so, hey! i bet you feel fucked up feelings for lilac right? dw so do i im YOU so i know everything.

something good concernin that tho. youre gonna confess to her soon! well. IM gonna confess to her soon. youre probably not gonna any time soon. but you should! itll save you a lotta trouble later on yknow

if sierra's a lil rocky rn then just stick through it. it gets better. i should know, im currently WAY BETTER

oh and upgrade your bike more often girl. you cant stick with that trashy thing for forever. its your BABY. you need to take better care of it. give it a new kickstop, swap out the engine, figure out how to make it boost.

make it CLIMB WALLS, make it WORK UNDERWATER, make it SUPER COOL!!! no matter how long it takes.

itll be worth it, TRUST ME

but yeah anyway youre gonna get some super cool friends soon. and an awesome boyfriend as well

though youd think that if we got a boyfriend-turned-fiance we'd get over lilac right?

haha

Confess to Lilac, please.

She knew she wasn't gonna send this out--and couldn't, time travel didn't exist yet--but felt the need to put extra emphasis on that phrase either way. Just to make it extremely clear.

speaking of bad stuff there's also a super evil intergalactic warlord coming your way. yes aliens exist, you become friends with one :3c

in fact it turns out that earth dragons were aliens to begin with. and the magister is an earth dragon. and his people genocided the water dragons

kinda explains why lilac's the only water dragon youve seen, right?

anyway bombshells aside WE GET SO MANY COOL FRIENDS

like milla!!!! you probably dont know her yet. she was kinda too girlie at first when we first met her but then we actually started bondin with her and stuff. and she started creating these WEIRD POTIONS AND YOU SHOULD DECLINE EVERYTIME SHE WANTS TO TEST ONE ON YOU

decline without remorse DO NOT FALL FOR HER PUPPY EYES, THEYRE EVIL

you also meet this super cool lemur from another world but its way later than milla. and you also meet this DUMB BIRD GUY WHO THINKS HE'S FASTER THAN YOU. BUT YOU KICK HIS ASS (probably the jury's still out on that one) IN A RACE AND GLOAT OVER IT EVERYTIME

those two are probably your coolest new friends. you also make friends with like, grim reaper herself

or because of multiversal whatever its A grim reaper. she's cool tho she doesnt try to kill us or anything. i like her

she's got WIT and i love that about people

anyway uh

youre gonna be okay, really

im bad att transitions so we're just talking about deep stuff now okay you and lilac are gonna be pretty scared for a while. and like, that's okay. youll hafta do some shady shit to survive but itll be okaay. as far as i get it, we win in the end. like in general

you ever thought you'd be livin in SHANG TU PALACE??? its AWESOME in here. AND we're friends with the girl who runs the whole damn place. its super sick!!! she's grouchy tho. won't spoil who it is you should figure that one out by yourself~

idk. youre gonna be okay. keep believin in yourself and in lilac and in all your friends. its gonna be CRAZY, like it doesnt STOP being crazy. but itll be fun, too. life is gonna be SO MUCH FUN

get through the hardtimes, then the fun times await ya, girl. i should know, ive BEEN THROUGH IT ALL! :3

have fun, carol. you wont regret it

love

carol

Yeah.

It was kind of messy. Kind of all over the place. But she liked it. When wasn't she all over the place anyway?

Fold it up. Pocket it. She'll keep this somewhere, too.

Past her didn't know what was comin'. And honestly, it made present her laugh. Quietly, though. Didn't wanna wake up Sony.

To think, she'd go from bein' a Scarf, to bein' a fugitive, to savin' the world, to bein' a multiversal traveler, to savin' the world again, and now she's a mechanic/Battlesphere Champio/multiversal traveler wife.

Fucking. Wild.

Guess that's why she's a wildcat.

She snickered to herself.

[seiyasabi]

Yamaguchi’s Awakening

(Here’s a Yandere Yamaguchi Tadashi x Female Reader story :PP I know you only mentioned a Mommy fic, but I kinda added a lil more ‘spice’ to that lol, so I hope that’s okay! If not, feel free to message me! Also, he’s known the stutter, so I made it a bit prevalent in the story. Sorry if that’s annoying.

TW: !Noncon/dubcon!, Mommy kink!, !You are p mean lol, Painslut Yama!, Masochist Yama!, You physically fight him but he loves it, practically wrestles you to the floor!, thigh fucking, creampie!, Calls himself baby boy but alternates that w ‘pig slut!’, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!) 

You woke up to Tadashi’s moans, eyes practically popping open in both terror and confusion. You’d taken a nap whilst waiting for him to come home from work, but you hadn’t expected to wake up to such a lewd sound. 

Pushing yourself up with shaky arms, your slip’s thin straps slide off of your moisturised shoulders, causing more of your cleavage to show in the skimpy garment. Tired eyes land on the green haired man’s slumped form, his long, lean body practically falling off of a plush chair on the other side of the room. His large hand is fisting his cock at an alarming pace, while his hips stutter upwards to meet his ministrations. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You frown in mild annoyance, scoffing in disgust. Is he really getting off to your sleeping form? 

“Mu-Mommy!” His face is pulled into the perfect Ahegao expression, tongue lolling out stupidly, as drool drips down his chin. Beads of sweat intermix with his perfectly scattered freckles, and if it weren’t for the fact that Tsukishima helped him kidnap you, you most likely would have found it arousing, “Puh-Please pu-punish me! I-I’m such a-a bad boy!” 

Screwing your face up in disgust, you practically spit venom at him, “Oh my God, you’re fucking disgusting. How dare you-” 

With a loud whine, he cums. His liquidy release coats his chest in large streaks, partially splashing himself in the face with his own spunk. The liquid creates a large puddle on the floor, demonstrating just how much semen he’s stored in his purple tinged balls. The sight before you has left you absolutely speechless, as Tadashi keens and whines for you to punish him. 

“Please, please, Mommy! I-I need you to-” 

“What the actual fuck did I just witness?” Your eyes never leave the puddle on your room’s wood look tile, “Oh my God, you’re such a disgusting pervert.”

At your words, the freckled man practically throws his naked body onto your lap, “Yu-you chose me! That means that you love me, right? A-and if Mommy loves me, she should punish me for being bad! Please hit me!” His previously softened cock is now standing back at attention, humping at your exposed legs. 

One of your perfectly manicured hands (thanks to Yamaguchi’s hard work) shoves his head off of your stomach, “Get the fuck off of me! Clearly, I chose wrong, because you’re just a slobbering pig!” Tears bead his large eyes, but the tall man doesn’t back down. He continues to try to rut against you, causing your shoves to become more violent, until you effectively shove him off of your bed. He lands on the hard ground with a ‘smack,’ as he moans on impact. 

“Ye-yes! Hi-hit me mu-more! I de-deserve it, your baby bu-boy deserves it!” He tries once more to crawl his way onto you, but you react far quicker than him. You use the ball of your foot to push him away by the forehead, dropping him back onto the cold floor. 

“Stay the fuck away from me! I knew I should’ve liked your asshole for a best friend, at least he wouldn’t be such a fucking weirdo!” You push yourself off of your bed, trying to escape to the bathroom, but it’s to no avail. Tadashi, in some sort of lucidity, drags you to the ground with him. His lean form tries to trap you to the floor, but your thrashing limbs and harsh elbows keep him from getting too close, “Stop it! Let go of me-”

“Du-don’t say you want someone else! Your precious piggy will do anything you want! Let your baby boy make his Mommy feel good!” You end up on your back, allowing your hands to worm their way between the two of you, and create a small distance. Taking full advantage of that, you get a single hand up by your face, which gives you the perfect opportunity to slap the dogshit out of the feral man. 

He moans breathily, as if he’s savouring the feeling of your harsh touches, “You’re fucking pathetic, Yamaguchi. No one would willingly choose you, which is why you lied and manipulated me!” You smack him multiple more times, his freckled, drooly cheeks quickly becoming bright red. You force your knees against his toned stomach, kneeing him uncomfortably in the ribs, which he just pushed more of his weight on. 

“Yes! Yes! Tell me more of the things you hate about me! Your harsh words are almost enough to make me cum!” Screwing up your face in absolute fury, you punch him in the throat, whilst simultaneously kicking him in the cock, causing him to cum immediately with a small scream, “Mu-Mommy, your piggy is cumming!” His hot, watery cum lands on your slip clad body, making you want to vomit. So, in a last ditch effort, you shove him off whilst he’s still recovering from a second intense orgasm. 

Scrambling to your feet, you make a break for the bathroom door, only to be dragged down to the floor by a firm grip on your ankle. Tadashi’s hot, wet body slots itself on top of yours, effectively pinning you down. Although he may be quite slim, his sheer size is enough to weigh you down. 

“Get off of me! You’re fucking sick!” He pants next to your ear, practically trying to mount you like a dog. His chest is firmly against your back, pushing down your lower half. His knees spread yours apart, allowing him to slot himself between your legs. 

You try to hit him, but because he’s behind you, your hits don’t land very hard. Both of his hands fumble whilst he tries to push your panties down, causing you to thrash even more than before. Growing tired of your ministrations, he rips the garment from your pussy. 

“Stop it! Yamaguchi, get off of me! Don’t do this to me!” Tears drip down your face in thick rivulets, as you sob in pure fury, “I-I’ll never forgive you! I’ll never forgive a pathetic fuck like you! I should have never become your friend- you don’t deserve any!” He lightly moans at your words, not quite listening to what you have to say, but enjoying your harsh tone. 

“Ye-yes, Mommy! Threaten me! I love how you belittle me so well!” He then tries to force his long cock inside of you, but is unsuccessful. You’d just barely moved your thighs together in time, blocking him from breaching your unprepared walls. But, that doesn’t seem to faze him, as he starts to hump your sweat slickened thighs, “Oh-oh my God, your thighs feel so good, Mommy! Your piggy slut loves them!” His eyes are practically rolling to the back of his head, as multiple squirts of precum escape his cock, slicking your pussy opening inadvertently. 

You throw your elbows at his head again, but he just lets them hit him, relishing your harsh blows. If anything, your attempted hits trigger him to hump you even faster. Which, in turn, unfortunately, causes him to accidentally hook his cockhead on your cunny opening, and force his prick inside of you. Your mouth gapes in both shock and pain, as you let out a shrill scream. He slams a sweaty hand over your mouth, fortunately minding your nose, letting you breathe through it. His entire body is convulsing, as he sits inside of you, relishing your twitching walls around his cock. 

“Mu-Mommy’s piggy lu-loves Mommy’s pu-pussy!” In quick, sudden movements, he bucks his hips into yours, his breeder balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. Your pants and light moans are muffled behind his hand, as you continue to cry and try to get free. Your thrashing does nothing but seat you further on his long cock, allowing him to hit your g-spot with every movement. Your pussy gushes at his ministrations, as you fall limp, “Fu-fuck, Mommy! Mommy, I-I’m gunna cum!” 

Your slack mouth tries to deny him, but your eyes practically roll up into your skull as you cum suddenly, spraying girl cum on his cock and on the floor below your chest, practically covering your entire torso. Feeling your orgasm milking his cock, Yamaguchi cums quickly after you, filling you to the brim with his watery, overabundant cum. It was like he was trying to fill every crevice inside of you with his milk, relishing how well you take him. You practically collapse to the ground, no longer having the strength to hold yourself off of the now slick wood look tile. This, in turn, causes his still cumming cock to fall out of you, spraying your ass and thighs with his seed. 

Yamaguchi strokes himself, trying to wring out as much cum as possibly on your crumpled, fucked out form. He looks down at you with an innocent grin, before smooching you kindly on the face, “Thank you, Mommy, your baby boy feels sooo much better, now that I’ve filled your pretty cunny! Do you want a bath?” 

You say nothing, seemingly still in shock at what just transpired. Yams coos at you, trying to gain your attention, but when you don’t respond, he takes it upon himself to clean you up. 

“It’s okay, sometimes when Tsukki would experiment with me, I’d be too sore to move, too! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re all pretty and clean after a long, hot bath.” 

With wobbly legs, the tall man stalks off to the bathroom, not batting an eye at your weird silence. 

[stellocchia]

Give me sommmmee possibly last of his kind human Tommy living in this world full of instinct driven hybrids.

You're completely free to do with this what you want but here's some inspiration:

• tubbo, a goat who's instinct to headbutt tommy gets triggered by several things and who's skull is very much harder than Tommy's. Also. Tommy better never make his back into something even slightly resembling a surface because even at a very steep angle Tubbo will attempt to climb him and just. Stay there.

• Ranboo, an enderman who WILL seek him out in the middle of the night, glowing purple eyes and a block of some kind which Tommy has to accept if he wants Ranboo to stop intently staring at him. Also. He just picks people up a lot. That includes Tommy. Also??? Kinda like a cat in the way that if you place down a boat for him he WILL sit in it. Screeches sometimes

• Wilbur who I've decided is an avian 100% mentally adopted that kid years ago as part of his flock and the hair ruffle is some weird imitation of grooming. Does build nests. Has absolutely attempted to push Tommy of an edge so he could learn to fly on a more instinct driven day. Actually probably on several of those days.

That's just a few.

Also. If you include our lil headcanon of Tommy picking up habbits and mimicking sounds like chirps etc while growing up and just. Those being a part of how he is every day?

I'm gonna fucking be so happy u don't even know I love hybrid stuff and the advanced version of us meowing back at our cats.

(prompt privilege)

Hmmm. Surprisingly this is a pretty hard one for me, but I'll try to do my best!

---

Tommy was peculiar.

He didn't have horns like Tubbo or Ranboo. He didn't have fangs or tusks like Dream and Techno. He didn't have a tail like way too many people in the server to count. He didn't have wings like Wilbur or Phil. He didn't even have feathers, fur, or scales like literally everyone else around him!

The only patch of fur he had was his hair, but that wasn't enough to identify what exactly he was. And the apparent absence of instincts in him didn't help either.

He liked holding certain objects sometimes. There was a particular stick he found one time that had a bump near one of its extremities and Tommy adored passing his thumb over it as he held it in one hand. But he couldn't pick up blocks as perfectly as Ranboo did, and never found himself hovering over someone's bed at three am offering them a flower-like that weirdo, so he knew he probably wasn't an enderman.

He grew up with Tubbo so headbutting him as a show of affection had slowly become natural to him, but the pain in his head every time he went did it with a bit too much vigor was enough of a proof that he wasn't a goat either.

He didn't sleep much at night, but that was due to his chronic insomnia, definitely not because he felt any more energized during it. As a matter of fact, he felt constantly tired be it day or night and, having spoken at length about it with Dream during his exile he knew that it was different for the man. So he wasn't a spider either.

He liked gold as much as he liked anything shiny or expensive. He did like golden apples quite a bit more than normal but he was almost entirely sure it was because of the feeling of safety the absorption effect gave him more so than the cold layer encasing them. So not a piglin either.

He thought he was onto something with avians. He loved spending time in Wilbur's nest and he always enjoyed when his brother played with his hair or braided them into pretty hairstyles. It was nice. Soothing. And he always enjoyed preening Wilbur's beautiful dark grey wings.

He even started chirping at one point. It always got Wilbur's attention instantly and he thrived in it.

Sadly, Tommy never grew any feathers and he had always been scared of heights. He could ignore it as a kid when everything else still fit perfectly into the picture to make him belong, but he started hating when Wilbur touched his hair in Pogtopia and that turned into him hating anyone touching it.

Apparently, it never was really like preening, he'd just trusted him with that closeness and Wilbur had killed that trust.

Not an avian either then.

Tommy was peculiar. He didn't really belong anywhere, but that was fine. He didn't need to.

His little family was a beautiful display of mismatched colors and he fit right in there.

[badb1tchbokuto]

Ch. 2 Alone, Together - Miya Atsumu x You

chapter 1: here 

(crossposted on ao3)

warnings: mild smut, alcohol, mentions of time skip

wc: 3.7k

As if you had sensed his worries, your eyes flutter open. “You okay?” You groggily whisper. Knowing he’s on borrowed time, he scoots down to level his face with yours and kisses you deeply. “Yeah baby, no worries.” He breathily responds as your hands begin to wander from his chiseled abdomen to his navel and down to the tufts of hair trailing to his boxer briefs.

At this point Atsumu knows he’s completely, utterly, royally fucked.

⳾⑅❀⑅❀⑅❀⑅❀⑅❀⑅⳾

Atsumu tried. He really, really did.

Standing on the tiny kitchenette of his shared hotel suite with Bokkun(who was off spending time with Akaashi), he hangs up the phone after a long Facetime session with Samu guiding him on how to make the best onigiri and miso soup.

It really shouldn’t have taken that long. All he had to do was wash the rice, pop it into the mini rice cooker stowed in the counter, cut some fresh tuna, sear the rest, then assemble it all into balls along with the seasoning, condiments and nori.

He’d know how to make miso soup even if he was blindfolded. All he had to do was mix in the ingredients he bought on a small pot of water. Dashi, miso paste, diced silken tofu, sliced green onions, some more nori, all dropped in at different times and simmered to get the perfect taste. Plus, this was one of the first dishes their ma taught them how to make before he and Samu moved away.

Really, it should have been a breeze. He’d made onigiris for himself countless of times before, admittedly nowhere near as tasty as the ones Osamu makes, but they were still edible.

This time, however, it had to delicious. Mouthwatering, perfect.

For the umpteenth time, Atsumu is picking off the nori on the last rice ball, wrapping and rewrapping, then wrapping again because the nori just wasn’t hugging the rice in a fashion uniform to the seven others arranged in front of him.

“Why does it look so weird??” He frustrates.

Atsumu’s mind replays, yet again, to your shared conversation at the club. Specifically to the part where he realizes he didn’t really know how to talk about himself outside of volleyball. He surmises at this; a gnawing, alarming thought of wondering whether he really knew himself at all.

Three hours ago...

“How do I usually describe myself?” He repeatedly thinks as he wanders down the seemingly endless aisles of Isetan’s Depa-Chika, scouring for the exact brands of ingredients Samu instructed him to buy.

Lost somewhere in the frozen food section, Atsumu pushes a half filled cart in reverie. He resolves then and there to get to know himself, whatever that means or entails. Not just so he can talk to you or anyone new for that matter, but honestly more so to know how to articulate to himself who he really is in private. Without the cameras flashing, without the people buzzing, without having to watch himself through others’ incredibly varied perceptions of him, without using his brother or his friends and teammates as a crutch, however difficult or impossible that seems.

He takes his time at the store, tediously combing the shelves for a special kind of mirin Osamu swears by, then proceeds to have an internal debate whether he should choose chutoro or otoro (he chooses otoro, the fattiest and therefore the tastiest in his opinion), his supposedly quick trip to the grocery store devouring more than an hour of his time.

It is now 7:15pm.

You’re supposed to arrive in fifteen minutes, but Atsumu still hadn’t even showered, hadn’t even cleaned up the kitchen, hadn’t even finished wrapping that last stubborn rice ball.

The hotel phone rings and Atsumu panics.

It’s the concierge alerting him of your arrival. Sending you up, Atsumu races around the small space in a haste, swiping the counter and dining table with disinfectant, racing to throw empty packages into the bin.

The doorbell rings and Atsumu is sweating.

He’s an athlete for fuck’s sake, why did running around for less than a minute knock his breath out like that?

“I’m coming!” He yells, or tries to. What comes out is a cracked, high pitched attempt, sounding much like a prepubescent boy going through rapid hormonal changes. He cringes, mortified.

Atsumu hears you trying to stifle a giggle.

He clears his throat, repeats in his signature silky voice, then runs to open the door.

You’re smiling sheepishly, the tip of your nose frosty from the autumn chill, all bundled up in a casual outfit that somehow knocks Atsumu’s breath out.

“My share of dinner!” You announce, arms stretched out with a box of wagashi and a bottle of nigori sake.

“Yer’ so frickin cute,” he dotes. He can’t help himself, he snakes an arm on your waist and pulls you in for a gentle kiss.

“Yer’ early, missed me that much already?” He whispers teasingly on your lips.

You laugh as you kiss him back, gently patting his cheek as a response before pulling away.  Funny how it seems like he’s the one who missed you that much...

Atsumu sneakily sniffs his shirt as you take off your shoes at the genkan.

“Oh no...” Not musty, but he reeks of kitchen smoke, aburi tuna and dried sweat.

“Need ta’ shower real quick.”

“Oh sorry, want me to come back in a bit?”

He digresses. “No no. Gimme a minute, come in and get comfy.”

He excuses himself, leaving you in the kitchen as he rushes to the bathroom.

You look around the hotel suite, kitchenette roughly cleaned, flecks of nori and furikake smattering the floor but otherwise spotless. The cramped countertop had a steaming pot laid next to a row of neatly arranged onigiri on two plates, decorated with vegetables jaggedly cut in what you assume are attempts at flower patterns.

It’s a simple dinner, you know. But you still can’t help but be impressed that Atsumu put in that much effort, that much care in making you a homemade dinner. On your first date no less.

You smile, butterflies fluttering in your belly at the thought that this callous, reckless, stupidly tall and handsome man is being domestic just for you.

Pulling out your phone, you send a quick text to Kaori and Yukie, gushing over how cute Atsumu is and even sending them a quick snapshot of the onigiri he plated with special care. “Get it!!!” Kaori enthusiastically replies. “Send a ‘1’ by midnight if it’s good and give us a play by play tomorrow. ‘2’ if we need to fake an emergency asap!” Yukie responds, ever the more calculating but motherly one.

As Atsumu massages purple shampoo on his tresses, he elucidates a fact about him he already knows is true on court that he supposes could be said the same of him off it.

1. Miya Atsumu is a perfectionist.

He practices for hours daily to hone his craft, has been doing so since the fourth grade really. At first just to spite Samu, but then he just suddenly fell in love with volleyball.

To Atsumu, nothing short of absolute perfection qualifies when it comes to dedicating himself to the things he cares about. It is through this philosophy that he is now one of Asia’s top setters, that he’s certain anyone who can’t receive his set is a scrub; a roaring confidence gained from knowing he puts his all to whatever he chooses to set his mind to, whether that’s volleyball or cooking dinner for a very cute girl he finds himself wanting to impress and spend more time with.

He frowns upon remembering that one of the onigiris he made is lopsided, that he didn’t even have time to shower and properly clean up before you arrived, that the atmosphere you walked in on your first official date with Miya Atsumu the perfectionist, wasn’t, well...perfect.

He thinks about this as he readies himself, spraying on the woodsy, smoky vanilla perfume he swore you wore when you first met. He usually reserves the scent for special occasions, but he believes that this counts as one.

Atsumu finds you in the kitchen, fixated on trying to salvage the onigiri he was having trouble wrapping earlier.

He leans over your shoulder, and though your nerves are in haywire and the butterflies in your stomach seem to keep multiplying, you instinctually lean back into him. Atsumu smiles as he drapes his arms around you from behind, thumbs brushing up and down the bare sliver of skin on your hip.

Your mind is a blur, every thought suddenly jumbled and incoherent. All that’s left is you anticipating, thrilling where Atsumu will move his fingers next on your heating body. Dropping his head on your shoulder and finally getting a closer whiff of your sexy scent, he whispers teasingly close to your ear.

“Sorry for the wait, ya’ ready to fall in love with me?”

You swiftly turn around and pull him into a deep kiss as an answer.

——

By the time you’ve moved to sit at small table by the kitchen, your lips are sweetly swollen and your clothes are wrinkled. Atsumu is panting, hair even more tousled and a small love bite is beginning to bloom on his right collarbone.

You stare at him, mesmerized at how he seems to look even more gorgeous unkempt.

“Why don’t cha take a picture babe, it’ll last longer.” He smirks then sticks his tongue out to pose, ego inflating at catching you ogling him.

You quip. “Sure, can I take naked ones after?”

“Aww, you’re so polite. Whatta’ good girl. You don’t need to ask. I’ll gladly give them to you for free, even throw in a lil show if ya want.” He leans closer, resting his head on his flexed, chiseled propped arm, smirking a little more mischievously as he gazes at you in challenge.

You can almost see his ego rapidly inflating like a balloon, and naturally, you kind of want to pop it.

In your best faux posh British accent, you offer. “A most forthcoming and lucrative offer mister Miya. What do you say I start and manage an OnlyFans account for you?”

You giggle uncontrollably as the look on his face changes instantly from confidence to confusion.

Brows furrowed and lips formed into a tiny pout, he concludes. “It’s a good thing yer so cute, yer a weirdo.”

You laugh, snorting a little. Atsumu chuckles at this, finding your little quirk amusing and rather irresistible.

“Keep the accent though, it’s kinda hot.” You kick him under the table and continue to banter as you both set up the table.

Atsumu watches expectantly as you take the first sip of the miso broth. The soup is delicious, and as soon as you tell him this he visibly relaxes.

The onigiris’ fillings however, are inconsistent. On the first one, the filling oozes out whenever you take a bite. On another, there’s barely any tuna and a ton of furikake. You decide to spare him your criticisms and just enjoy the meal he so graciously prepared.

Still, your heart just feels so damn full.

You make sure to repeatedly compliment Atsumu on his cooking to show appreciation for his efforts, the first time anyone has ever cooked for you on a date and the first time he(and not his pro-chef brother! Ha!) has ever been acknowledged for his culinary efforts.

Dinner is pleasant, both of you exchanging stories of varied life experiences.

You talk about the places you’ve lived in, your childhood, life in university. Atsumu actively listens, enchanted with how different your upbringing was in comparison to his, especially since he’d forgone college and went pro immediately after being scouted in high school. Despite the stark differences, he asks a ton of questions; some in confusion as he asks you to clarify or talk about certain details you purposely leave out.

You notice that he’s very observant, so you casually comment it.

Atsumu decides then that yes, it’s true. He makes a mental note to add this to the little list he’s crafting in his head about who he is.

2. Miya Atsumu is observant.

He thinks that you literally could have told him he was a seaweed and he would have agreed just because he is so transfixed by your mere presence and voice, but he knows this to be true on court for him as well. How else would he sync up with his spikers? How else would he know which serve to use and how to to angle his sets best? Through thorough studying and keen awareness of his teammates’ likes, dislikes, mannerisms and ticks, he is able to turn a seemingly mismatched chaotic group like the Black Jackals into synchronized raging monsters, dancing to a tune in which he is the lone orchestrator.

Atsumu is earnest in asking you questions about your life; his genuine interest coaxing you to share seemingly inconsequential details you intentionally initially skip over, snippets of your upbringing you thought were too boring to even mention, some too painful to share. Hesitantly at first, then comfortably as Atsumu intently listens. You don’t know why he takes a keen interest in you to that degree, but you come to learn that Atsumu is transparent and rather straightforward. He asks because he wants to know. 

You relax, feeling touched and appreciated as you realize that he seems to just want to know every little thing about you, even the parts of you that you think are boring, unimportant or unworthy.

The conversation shifts to more light hearted topics as you both begin to indulge on the dessert and sake you brought.

Feeding you half of a red bean wagashi he swears is the best one, Atsumu continues to tell you about shenanigans from his volleyball team, particularly the initiation ritual of being ambushed to sing a full song at one’s first team dinner with a hot pink wireless karaoke mic on full blast.

“Bokkun, Omi, and Shoyou weren’t even there yet and I didn’t know anyone my age since they were all older than me.. I was only eighteen! They told me I couldn’t eat dinner and had to sit in a different table if I didn’t do it.. and I had 10 seconds to pick a song! A western one at that because Adriah and Oliver had to understand too and they didn’t speak Japanese then..”

Imagining a younger Atsumu with a bad dye job nervously trying to think of a song to sing out loud in public, you laugh as he describes in detail how awkward the whole ordeal was. You wonder if any of the older members have a video of this, making sure to ask Meian if you ever have the opportunity to see the team again.

He recounts how shameless Bokuto and Hinata were when they had to do it, with Bokuto even doing an encore with a dance routine that resulted in them being banned from a restaurant in Kyoto. You’re both dying of laughter as he wheezes out how Sakusa almost gave up his career upon realizing he had to do it as well. Thankfully his team sort of pitied him and let him sing to a small izakaya in Sendai instead of the mega hotel restaurants they usually celebrate in.

As the night progresses, you and Atsumu end up sitting side by side, legs touching due to the close proximity of your chairs, holding hands, and sharing sweet sake flavored kisses in between laughs.

After some time, the kisses start to linger, becoming more heated. It’s when you subtly lick Atsumu’s tongue then slowly bite and suck on his full lower lip that he loses control and pulls you into his lap. Straddling him, you keep one hand on his chest to steady yourself as you move your other hand to brush his soft hair out of his face. “You’re so beautiful.” You whisper as you stare into his half lidded hazel eyes before leaning in to kiss him.

Atsumu flushes at this. It’s the first time he’s been called beautiful. Handsome? Sure. Sexy? Even more often. But beautiful? It feels intimate, leaving him vulnerable and exposed in a way that seems to transcend the physical. He revels in this as he lavishes you with open mouthed kisses, starting from just below your ear and moving down your neck, his wet lips ghosting over the hollow of your throat to just above your cleavage. You mewl, aching to feel more of him, subconsciously grinding your hips on his lap where you can feel him bulging out of his sweatpants.

Atsumu moves one of his hands from your waist, brushing his large knuckles up your torso until it reaches the underside of your breasts. You notice that despite his kisses growing more desperate and him feeling fully erect under you, he hasn’t made a move to further the heavy petting. Respecting his boundaries, you ask. “Everything okay? We don’t have to go all the way if you’re uncomfortable.”

“Oh fuck.. sorry, yea, I’m good.”  He kisses your lips again as his hands rub up and down your bare sides, your sweater having ridden up a while ago. “Trust me, I want you. So bad. I’m just tryin' to hold myself back for once.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I wanted to take my time.” He gently pecks your forehead, then your nose, and then back to your lips. He does this while looking at you eye to eye, a stark contrast to the steamy make out session you were just having. Atsumu’s gaze becomes smoldering as his eyes move to your lips again. “I don’t know why, but I just know I’ll get addicted to ya’.”

You grab the wrist that’s placed on your waist, unfurling his long, elegant fingers. Atsumu is watching you in intense curiosity as you take his pointer and middle digits, pulling them up slowly to your mouth and sucking, all while looking up at him. Instantly, Atsumu groans and you’re positive you can feel his member twitch against your crotch.

You release his fingers with a pop, then lick the length slowly, gaze never leaving his as his focus struggles in anticipation of what you'll do next.

You guide his digits by dragging them from your exposed torso and up to the curves of your breasts to your hardening buds straining your lace bralette, his wet fingers leaving a slight translucent trail of saliva on the expanse of your stomach. Before Atsumu can twist his fingers to pay attention to your nipples, you hold his wrist and move the fingers down your torso, pushing past the elastic waistband of your pants. With your hand over his, you splay his saliva coated fingers against your dampening underwear, stroking your mound before resting the two fingers over your labia, coaxing your slick slit to open. Atsumu’s pupils are dilated, his breathing heavy and his other hand gripping your hips so tightly you can feel bruises starting to form as he tries his best to control himself.

“I’m afraid time is the one thing we both can’t afford Atsumu. But please, have me. Fuck me. Take your fill.”

It’s all the confirmation he needs as he moves your panties aside, circling his fingers on your throbbing clit before sliding them seamlessly inside your tight, soft walls.

It’s not until much, much later, after you’ve had sex in the kitchen, then on his bed, then in the bathroom as you both intended to clean up, then finally cuddling back in his bed before falling asleep that Atsumu remembers the rest of what you said right before he lost all coherent thought.

Why can’t we afford time? Why don’t we have the time? Surely you’re both busy with your careers, but you’re someone  he finds himself liking more and more. And now that you’re here, with your head on his chest, one arm wrapped around his bare torso and one leg intertwined with his, he thinks that this feels too good, too perfect, to not keep chasing, and he’ll be damned if he didn’t make time for more moments like tonight.

As his thoughts lull him to sleep, he remembers why time is beyond both of your control.

He's only in Tokyo for volleyball - for the league match they just won and now to train with the Olympic team for an upcoming friendly match in Shanghai. You’re here temporarily too, on a project with a definitive deadline that will not only mark the end of your stay in the country, but signal the end of you seeing him. Possibly forever.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

As if you had sensed his worries, your eyes flutter open. “You okay?” You groggily whisper. Knowing he’s on borrowed time, he scoots down to level his face with yours and kisses you deeply. “Yeah baby, no worries.” He breathily responds as your hands begin to wander from his chiseled abdomen to his navel and down to the tufts of hair trailing to his boxer briefs.

At this point, Atsumu knows he’s completely, utterly, royally fucked.

You’re both on borrowed time, but now that he’s had a taste of what it’s like to spend time with you, to be inside you, to just be with you, he knows that this growing hunger for you is insatiable. He thinks then that he finally understands Samu when he rambles about gradually getting hungrier and hungrier when watching others eat. His appetite for volleyball had always been there, like second skin and breathing. But for the longest time he didn't realize that seeing lovers around him display genuine affection towards each other(from his ma and pa, Bokuto and Akaashi, Meian and his wife, Aran and his high school sweetheart), all build bonds that can only truly be forged by sharing and accepting each other's hopes, dreams, and vulnerabilities, is something that he was growing hungrier and hungrier for without even noticing. Up until he met you that is. As you pull away from his lips and begin to slowly kiss down his body, following the trail of where your hands have just wandered, he thinks, “fuck it.”

Just as he became a setter even though he initially intended to be a spiker, just as he chose to be a professional athlete instead of following a safe path to success in university, just as he contorts and bends over his body in random, sometimes painful ways to make sure his spikers have the best sets, and just as he adjusts and twists routined plays in order to beat opponents, he knows then.

3. Miya Atsumu is a risk taker.  

He’d been luckily winning his gambles so far, it’s about time he try his luck in love.

[hyunsracha]

for your entertainment — han jisung

word count: 2.3k

summary: jisung panics when he sees cute people. he also stares at them.

so you work at an entertainment store right

where ppl can buy like uhhh movies and albums n merch n stuff!!

u like ur job.. it’s one of the least popular stores in the mall so u spend most of ur time organizing and reorganizing with one earbud in listening to music

u have to wear a boring grey t-shirt as uniform so u spice things up by making the rest of u look good

everyone else does the same thing i mean … ur manager lia wears purple eyeshadow ok

ur other manager chris doesn’t even try to look good! and it’s so fucking annoying u wanna knock his fuck 24/7

random girl: hehe<3 can i have ur number?

chris: only if u sign up for our rewards program<3

u, angry bc u haven’t sold any rewards programs in a week: >:(

ur other two co-workers are hyunjin and jeongin.

hyunjin has a pretty popular youtube dancer cover channel, but for Copyright Reasons it’s not paying the bills

and jeongin is a senior in high school and this is his first job and u just wanna pinch his little cheeks every time u work together

“y/n i swear to god i’m gonna punch u and get fired rn stop POKING MY CHEEKS-”

“he’s just a little baby…*to passing customer* LOOK AT THE BABY!”

“>:(((“

so it’s a tuesday night.

tuesday nights are the fucking best (worst if u love talking to ppl) bc u’ll get like … 2 customers in 4 hours?

it’s 8pm and the mall closes at 9

usually u start vacuuming at 8:30 but at like 7:50 chris was like “GET THE FUCKING VACUUM WE’RE CLOSING RN !!”

jeongin: u do it.

u: no u do it bitch.

jeongin: *sticks out his fist*

u sigh and do rock paper scissors like the baby wants.

and u lose

u fucking lose

and jeongin just cackles, sitting down on the stool behind the registers

so u trudge to the back room and the vacuum, grumbling about how ur older so jeongin should be doing this!!

but it’s fine!

so you’re vacuuming right.

and in storms Han Jisung

yes han jisung is the kinda dude to come to the mall right before closing and go on a shopping spree

he’s got his best friend lee minho in tow, who does Not look happy to be here.

“come on minho!! i need to get season 4 of naruto to finish my collection!!” jisung whines, pulling on his friend’s arm as he stands on his tiptoes to look for the anime section.

“can you keep your voice down?? i have an image, yanno.”

“minho you’re literally here to buy a kelly clarkson album.”

minho grumbles and waddles off towards the cds, where you are...vacuuming...loudly

and minho’s like -____- why are u so fucking loud

like u don’t MEAN to be loud?? but it’s a VACUUM??

so minho’s looking for his beloved kelly clarkson album right,

and jisung comes around the corner, season 4 of naruto in tow.

and he sees you

and nearly drops it

jisung gets crushes very easily okay..

he can’t help it! the boy loves to love (◕‿◕)♡

and u look so cute in ur lil t-shirt!! like a little retail angel!!

so he grabs minho’s arm and DRAGS HIM TO where the movies are

and he panics!

“THEY’RE SO CUTE AAH I WANNA GIVE THEM A BIG FAT HUG-”

“do you mean the person vacuuming -__- loud as hell”

“minho it’s a vacuum.”

so you stop vacuuming and return the vacuum to the back room (and wash ur hands in the bathroom bc the soap smells like lemons and sunshine) and come back to the floor

u have a ton of time until closing so u just. sit.. and start reorganizing the heavy metal albums.

after a while u feel … weird … like ur being watched

so u turn around and. there they are. staring like (・_・)

and ur like “HELLO?!?!” but u don’t say anything

u just give them a Customer Service Smile and a, “can i help you with anything?”

jisung just giggles and shakes his head and minho keeps fuckign staring

mr lee i will knock ur fuck is that what u want

so u shrug and go back to ur sorting, keeping an eye on the CREEPS in ur store.

at 8:55 chris is like “jeongin go close the gate.” n jeongin’s like “FUCK YEAH” bc he gets to hold a big stick

so he’s walking towards the front of the store with his Big Stick when he sees jisung and minho

“what da hell are y’all doing?” is what he thinks but he says, “(: hi! the store closes in five minutes and i’m about to close the front gate. i’m so sorry, but you have to leave now! :)”

so jisung pouts and minho rolls his eyes, dragging his friend out of the store.

jeongin uses his Big Stick to pull the gate down and he locks it at about mid calf level so y’all can get out.

so that night, u go home and do some homework, but ur still thinking about those weirdos.

but! u’ll probably never see them again!

right?

Wrong.

u see them the next day!

they’re still watching u, but they’re closer

and minho looks more irritated.

towards the end of the night, ur Upset and Confused so u go over to them like o_o. What do u want.

and jisung goes JISJSJHTIE

and minho goes, “jisung thinks you’re cute.”

u start to blush, but jisung squeaks, “NO ahah- uh- he likes to talk in third person! he’s jisung ahaha.”

“my name is not jisung i would Hate to be named jisung.”

“WH- why? there’s a soccer player named jisung. and an idol! multiple idols!”

“yeah the guy in nct is 2 years younger than you and has the same name. and what have You done successfully? Quickly-”

“HEY-”

the two boys in front of u bicker while u start zoning out at the wall behind them.

you knew that the boy with blue hair was jisung, but you didn’t know the one with brown hair. and you assumed that they were friends, judging by the .. bonding activity that is staring at an employee.

and jisung wasn’t …. ugly

like he was really … really cute

but staring at people is fucking weird, jisung!!

when u finally snap out of it, u huff, “okay losers. we are closing soon. so you have to leave. but you’re welcome to come back tomorrow if you’re going to actually talk to me and not just stand in the corner! okay?”

the boys nod, grinning at each other before dashing out of the store.

so, like u said, they’re back the next day!

and this time they actually talk to u! Wow!

you’re sitting on the floor in the back of the store, organizing the funko pops for the 70th time when you feel A Presence.

two, actually.

it’s the two boys, sitting on either side of u.

“hi,” jisung says, playing with his fingers in his lap.

“you’re jisung, right? the cute one..” u reply absentmindedly

u hear a choking sound and then Silence

miss jisung ? miss JISUNG ?

he’s alive, but jfc BARELY

u just called him the CUTE ONE?!?!?

paying no mind, u turn to the boy on ur right, “and you are?”

“lee minho. don’t worry, you won’t forget it.”

“was that supposed to be a pick-up line?”

“did it work?”

“no.”

“HAH!” and jisung’s alive again.

u spend the rest of ur shift talking to the boys, telling them all about ur life while they told u about theirs

u learned that minho was a dancer just like hyunjin! but he went to the nearby university to study.

and that’s where he met jisung, who’s a music composition major

...and a soundcloud rapper…

u could help the laugh that pushed past ur lips at his words

“WHY ARE U LAUGHING.”

“a SoundCloud rapper. really, sung?”

“IT’S COOL ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ”

u couldn’t imagine him as a ‘cool’ rapper dude

he just looked so fluffy :(

at 8:55, the boys got kicked out by jeongin again, but they stood outside the gate, waiting for u

“What do y’all want.”

“i wanna walk u to ur car:(“

“i don’t.”

“ok minho then Leave.”

“NO DON’T he’s my ride don’t say that to him.”

it’s dark outside, and a warm wind blows through ur hair.

it’s late spring, with summer (and finals) fast approaching.

“walking me to my car...what a gentleman…”

“yeah that’s why you should totally go on a date with me haha.”

“what?”

“what?”

“you said-”

“i didn’t say anything.”

minho sighs from behind u, not understanding why his best friend has to be so damn stupid all the time

u lean on ur driver’s side door, not making eye contact with the boy

u didn’t know how to say bye..no one’s ever walked u to ur car before??

“so…” jisung speaks for u, “can i … have your number? so i don’t show up at the store when you’re not working.” he holds his phone out for u to take, a sheepish smile barely visible due to the lights in the parking lot.

“oh! totally.” you take the phone from him, jolting when ur fingers graze his. u set ur contact as ‘the person sungie likes to stare at~” before giving it back to him.

he chuckles at the name, and u feel something inside of u go DOKIDOKI

when he says goodnight and walks away, minho giving u a quick nod, u lock urself in ur car so u can PANIC

u barely know this boy. he’s a weirdo. why is ur heart going dokidoki

heart STOP IT!!

it only gets worse when u hear the text notification sound from ur phone:

[ unknown ]: do u work tmrw? (^_−)☆ i already miss u

…. frick …. he texts cute

dammit jisung why couldn’t u send the laughing emoji

[ y/n ]: i do ! ^.^ i’ll see u then?

[ creeper ]: wouldn’t miss it~ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ goodnight!

u nearly slam ur head on the steering wheel.

true to his word, jisung was back the next day

and the day after that

and the day after that

the day after That, u were off, so u didn’t see him

but u guys texted nearly all day!

jisung was just … really easy to talk to :/

and really funny :/

and every time he giggled u just wanted to cry a little bit :/

and u feel like a CLOWN bc u have a CRUSH on this dude that hangs out with u at WORK

one day, ur at work, and jisung isn't there:((

u feel a little dumb being upset about it, but u were starting to get used to the little guy

“somebody looks like a sad clown.”

“hyunjin~” u whine.

“oh no. that’s the boy problems whine. uhhh suddenly i’m on break!” he tries to stand and walk away, but u pull him back down next to u.

see, u and hyunjin were pretty close.

u two are the same age and watch the same dramas.

and ur both super dramatic

which is WHY when u got ur heart broken by lee donghyuck a few months after u started working there, he was ur shoulder to cry - and complain - on.

“stop :( there was this boy who came in every day and talked to me and he’s super cute but he’s not here today and i miss him :(“

hyunjin just …. stared at u like …. wtf are u talking about

“do you have his number?”

“yes.”

“have you texted him to ask why he’s not here today?”

“...no…”

“(；￣Д￣) Y/N U FUCKIN FOOL!!! U ABSOLUTE IMBECILE!!!”

“STOP YELLING AT ME HWANG HYUNJIN I’LL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU LOVE!”

a customer standing in front of the register, trying to buy some headphones: uh.. should i go?

u make hyunjin deal with the customer while u sneak out ur phone to text jisung

[ y/n ]: where are u . no one is here 2 annoy me today (except hyunjin but he doesn’t count)

u wait 5 minutes … no reply

10 minutes … no reply

an hour … no reply

“WAAAAA ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡ HYUNJIN ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡”

hyunjin, handing a poor lady her receipt: jesus fucking christ

ur sulking as u leave the store that night

u still feel dumb, but now ur too Sad to feel dumb

u press the lock button on ur car keys so the lights would come on and the horn would sound, telling u where ur car was

“OH FUCK- jesus...stupid car…”

….that’s not what ur car horn sounds like.

u slowly approach, holding ur keys in between ur fingers

ur not afraid to stab a bitch with ur mail key and that’s on wolverine.

u breathe a sigh of Relief when u see it’s just jisung leaning against ur door

wait

jisung

“jisung?” u voice ur thoughts

his hand comes up to rub the back of his neck, “yeah..hi..sorry i didn’t text you back. i nearly backed out of doing this and i didn’t wanna look stupid.”

“you look stupid all the time.”

“jeez, thanks.”

u cross ur arms, stepping closer to the boy, “back out of what?”

“well i uh- do you remember how minho said i think you’re cute on the first day we talked?”

you nod.

“well...that hasn’t changed. i think you’re cute...really cute, actually.”

you blush again, just like the first time, “what does me being cute have to do with you standing in front of my car?”

“well, i don’t have a car, so i’m hoping...you can drive when we go on our first date?”

your heart nearly stops, but you start to smile.

“han jisung, are you asking me out?”

“are you saying yes?”

“yes.”

“then yeah. i am.”

your smile only gets wider as you close the gap between you two, wrapping your arms around his middle. he pats your head, a chuckle vibrating under your ear.

“also i need a ride home. minho dropped me off.”

“*sigh* jisung…”