#persistent x cute trope

[emotionallychargedtowel]

the persistent and the cute

Over the last few days, there’s been a really interesting discussion in the comments of my reblog of the gifset @tinngun​ put together of the Utsukushii Kare season 2 finale kiss. I’m transplanting it here because 1) it seems like @tinngun​ could use a break from all those notifications and so forth 2) the conversation was totally getting buried and I think it might be interesting to folks who probably wouldn’t see it without it being brought back out into a main post. So, first, here’s a quick recap of what I posted when I reblogged the gifset post in the first place. Well, the part that’s pertinent to this conversation, at least. I commented on the tropeyness of the scene, including allusions to Hira and Kiyoi’s sexual relationship, which (from what I hear) gets quite a bit of time in the novels but by virtue of TV as a medium, is mostly not portrayed in the series. In other words, since this part of the relationship isn’t shown directly the vast majority of the time, it has to be sketched out through these allusions, including what I’d consider coded language. 

With regard to the coded terms, I brought up something @bookittyboop​ had mentioned to me previously, that “persistent” and “cute” have specific meanings in BL/yaoi/other related genres. Basically, someone labeled as “persistent” is more active/forceful sexually and someone labeled as “cute” is yielding/more passive, with these roles being mutually reinforcing (i.e. the more yielding the “cute” person is, the more forceful the “persistent” person becomes).

Then I talked about the way Hagiwara Riku’s voice shifts in the line, “Sorry, Kiyoi. I can’t wait any longer tonight.” I had checked out some clips of other roles of his and noticed that among other things, he really seems to use his voice to differentiate between characters. This helped me to notice how distinct his “can’t wait” voice was, and I thought this was probably a voice belonging to the “persistent” part of the character. And I was less sure about this, but I thought Yagi Yusei was playing into this as well by reacting to the voice by kind of melting/going all floppy in response to it (he’d been fairly swoony before that, but it definitely seemed to be going up a notch there).

Then @xnoel, perennial fountain of information, pointed me to this quote from an interview translation (highlighting added):

So yeah, this seems like confirmation! I mean, what else would Yagi be referring to when he talks about “Hira’s ‘dark’ side” than this authoritative husky whisper thing?

Then I got some really great comments which I’m going to share here with permission, in part because I asked if anyone could point me toward more information on the “persistent”/”cute” thing.

The ever-helpful @nieves-de-sugui​ said:

a little bit of translation notes for your analysis! Hira is saying, literally, "I can't hold back (anymore)" and it's a very tropey sentence to say in BL (and shoujo) right before getting it on.  It's also the main indicator of taking over/taking charge of the sexual encounter. There's a lot of one taking over and the other giving in. (I think there's a lot here about how Japanese people relate to sex and how it should be done).

(I said I’d run into this trope in Kdramas before as well.)

And then the kind and knowledgeable @bookittyboop​ pretty much took me to school on the whole persistent/cute dichotomy! They left comments in two clusters at different times so I’m putting a little dinkus (the line of asterisks or symbol that marks a transition between sections) in there to show where that was. Oh, and I took out some greetings/closings and stuff like that for flow purposes. Here we go:

The best source I can think of (because otherwise this is the kind of thing your get through osmosis once you've watched enough Japanese media) is @absolutebl's post [link added by me] on the whipping boy trope, though there is more to it. I would classify Hira as a whipping boy/attack dog/service top and Kiyoi as more of a kuudere than a tsundere as well as a spoiled prince/pampered princess.

Their characterization and dynamic (and derivatives) is a staple not only in bl but in Japanese media. You've got a male character (Hira) who is the unassuming or even the loser archetype but unearths or shows a "manly" and protective side in benefit of his loved ones (many times after his "cowardice" or "uselessness" has let them be hurt) and slowly makes something of himself.

Then you got a (normally female) character who is  a combination of cold and aloof (kuudere) or prickly and explosive (tsundere) but actually wants to be cherished and uses the gruff exterior as a way to protect herself from heartache/rejection.

The first archetype normally admires the second and wants to be at their service while the second sees the potential in them and the adoration makes them feel safe. In normal circumstances the first character has a submissive personality and the other a domineering one. The second character is also going to find emotional vulnerability extremely difficult to express. But in certain circumstances, there is a "mom friend hack" button.

* * *

When character 2 opens up/shows vulnerability, character 1 identifies a need in the other to be cared for and takes confidence from being  chosen to provide that. There's also gap moe (duality cuteness) and horny "I'm gonna worship you so good you will forget everything else,” "gotta get top marks at satisfying you," and "you're so cute I wanna eat you up" buttons.

The second character in turn feels attracted, safe and tethered by that show of confidence and let's themselves (their barriers) go more and more . Those energies feed into each other and that's how you get to our kiss scene. Sometimes(Kiyoi's case) they add coyness and shyness ("no, that's too much you beast") because God forbid the tsundere/kuudere lacks plausible deniability when they go back to their senses. (there's a "baby it's cold outside"element too)

This is where @absolutebl​ chimed in to say they thought @bookittyboop​ was doing “a GREAT job” with this explanation.

And I agreed, and thanked them for the time and effort involved in such a useful explanation, but asked about the “mom friend hack” because it was new to me. Here was their explanation:

The mom friend is the responsible, caring one, prepared for any eventuality. If you're a generally anxious person but also the mom friend, you've got a hack where you handily navigate  situations which would normally be embarrassing or anxiety-inducing if it's for your loved one's benefit.

For example:

-Buying condoms, pregnancy tests, emetics or other "embarrassing" stuff

-telling waitstaff they got an order wrong and to please change it

-asking a teacher to explain something again or revise an exam score

-giving a jerk a piece of your mind

Basically, you may not be able to stand for yourself or even make perfectly mundane, normal requests for your own sake, but the power of love lets you rationalize things, be brave, and do it for others.

I just realized I probably didn't clarify enough. Hira's thing is not exactly a "mom friend hack" but it's similar to it in the sense that "being needed" lets him overcome a mental block.

And they added, re: my theory about Kiyoi’s response to the Persistent Voice:

As for the kiss voice and Kiyoi's reaction, I too am convinced that was all on purpose. Bl drinks from yaoi manga, which has a treasure trove of visual cues and tropes. If there was a manga version, we'd probably have seen Hira suddenly get wolfy ears and shiny eyes + Kiyoi blushing like a maiden (maybe a fade to black with the dirtiest onomatopoeia known to man) to signal someone's getting railed within an inch of his life 😂. This is the real life equivalent.

So, yeah. Lots to think about here. I’m glad to know I seemed to be on the right track. It’s funny how there is so much material out there about some tropes and genre terms (googling seme and uke will get you more results than you know what to do with) while other tropes are harder to find anything about. (If only because of the vagaries of search terms, which might be a factor here.) If nothing else I’ll have this post to refer back to and I hope others will do the same if they find it at all useful.

Thanks again to @bookittyboop​ and @nieves-de-sugui​ for their thoughts! And to the illustrious @absolutebl​ for chiming in with praise (for @bookittyboop​) and confirmation.

postscript:

There are a couple of things I keep noticing about that kiss scene since this discussion that I wanted to point out. I guess the fact that, due to both of my reblogs, I had a gifset of the scene at the top of my profile for three days probably has something to do with it.

First, I hadn’t noticed how much Kiyoi really is slipping into a “cute” persona even before the Persistent Voice is used--just in response to Hira’s first kiss. His eyes get very soft and he does that affectionate head-bonk but the pièce de résistance, to my mind, is the rather childlike way he sticks out the end of his tongue. So, yeah. The first stage of cuteness comes before the Voice is even used.

Second, I hadn’t even reckoned with just how floppy Kiyoi gets after the Voice. He’s swaying around so much that Hira keeps having to grab him so he doesn’t just keel over. He’s gone almost boneless.

I guess it’s just really fascinating to me how this set of tropes can be so pervasive in one culture (or at least noteworthy chunks of it) and yet almost entirely novel to me. I mean, I was aware cultural differences existed, of course, but sometimes getting hit by the reality of them is still startling.

[screampied]

heyyo ex!Toji who just can’t forget you and he’s FRUSTRATED with it, he swears he saw you on his kitchen at midnight (it’s not real) and touches himself while looking at your old photos that he still has.. hope u take requests

☆ : ex-bf! toji x fem!reader

⤷ tags : part one & two, ex trope, masterbation, pervy toji, needy toji, phone sex, dirty talk, mdni. wc. 1.1k

an. yesss i do and omg i love ex bf toji tysm ngh

oh how he hates feeling like this.

ex-bf!toji was so pent up and annoyed. he’s annoyed at you for making him so irritated. so…hard. toji never realized how attached he grew towards you. after the messy break up. he found himself fantasizing about you way more than he should. it takes him a long time to move on.

that is if he ever moves on.

“the fuck..” he’d grumble, blinking twice to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks. he could have sworn he saw you in the kitchen, hovering over the sink counter, bent over while occupying yourself, doing the dishes or cooking.

with another blink, you weren’t there and he was back to reality, he scratched his head before a vexed scowl spreads on his pink lips. it was late at night, and he figured it was his own drowsiness getting to him — so he didn’t think much of it until he goes back towards his room.

he finds himself in his bed, lazily leaned back before unlocking it to look at the collection of old photos he had of you, the more…filthy ones the two of you took while intimate. he scrolls to a specific one with you on your knees, tongue sticking out and….next thing toji knew, he was dialing your number.

he didn’t have to go to his contact list because he knew your digits by heart.

he just needed to hear your voice again, touching himself at the thought and sight of you just wasn’t enough.

“oh, hey….didn’t think you’d pick up,” he breaks the silence. his voice was pitched, a hint of roughness in it. based from his breathing on the other line, it sounded like he was panting heavily. he lays back against the bed—combing a hand through his hair before wiping his nose. “i’m not gonna sugarcoat things so i’m just gonna say it,” he grumbles, clenching his jaw before swallowing. “i’ve been uh, fantasizin’ about you.”

it’s pretty late at night, and you’re still confused on why he called.

well…you probably knew. toji heard about your messy breakup. he just couldn’t get you out of his head — he wondered if it was like that for you.

“you fantasize about me?” you speak on the other end of the phone in a soft voice.

he’s always loved your voice, how sweet it sounded, especially during phone calls. the calm, smoothness of it.

“yeah,” he mutters. “thought i saw you in the kitchen today. and i got kind of hard once i was deleting pictures in my camera roll.”

“…oh?” you utter. and you couldn’t lie, you were intrigued, who were you kidding. you missed toji too—perhaps in more ways than one. you still kept the dozens of voicemails he dumped you. of just him talking, rambling, or even him talking you through an orgasm on the phone. “were you touching yourself to me, toji?”

he pauses for a brief moment before grumbling. “yeah. you know i was.”

“mhm..not really,” you giggle. “that’s kinda why i’m asking.”

toji inhales at your teasing, and he closes his eyes shut for a brief moment—you were…teasing him? he could tell by the tone of your voice. he tried to relax, squeezing two fingers down against his nose before uttering, “fuck, you should come over.”

“i’m all the way across town.”

“i’ll pick you up.”

“toji.” you rolled your eyes—you forgot how persistent he was. you could hear the want and neediness in his tone. it was cute, not to mention attractive. he was like this all because of you.

he sighs. “fine, just talk to me.”

“about?”

“talk to me,” he repeats, and his voice pitches a bit more. that made you feel tingly a bit. you knew what he meant by talking—toji was a man, an impatient one that wasn’t keen on beating around the bush nor sugar coating things. “i fuckin’ missed you. and knowing i can’t touch you right now, i feel all hot and pent up.”

you think for a moment before humming. “oh,” and then you smile to yourself. “if i were with you right now, what would you be doing, toji? what would we be doing?”

“i’d be kissing your neck, softly biting down against that spot where y’er all sensitive,” he starts—and he’s panting again, you hear a bit of shuffling through the other end of the line. “i’d kiss all up and down your body. trace my hands down your curves a-and.”

“it’s okay, just say you wanna fuck me.” you tease.

“woman….” he moans, and if you’d bet money that toji was stroking himself to you voice. he inhales and exhales, before swallowing a thick lump in his throat. the phone pressed up against his ear. “i wanna fuck you. so damn bad.”

you hum. “i bet you do,” and you were starting to get riled up yourself. toji grows quiet every time you speak, and hearing him sound all needy for you a bit horny yourself. “are you touching yourself right now, toji?”

“is it obvious?” he mutters.

“a little,” you coo, and it’s not long before toji starts to moan through the other line of the phone. his moans were low and pitchy—repeating your name again and again, you had him wrapped around your finger. “are you imagining i’m the one stroking you right now?”

“y-yeah baby.” he sighs. he hits his lip in frustration as his eyebrows press together, and he groans. “shit, ‘s not fair. y’know what you’re doing to me.”

you giggle. “i’m just talking to you. like you said.”

minutes past and toji’s jaw clenched, tilting his head back he’s just imagining the entire scene. your voice doesn’t make things better, he’s visualizing everything.

your touch, your taste, even your sweet scent. that pretty perfume you always wore—god, he wanted you. he craved you.

“f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum to just the sound of your voice.” he says. teeth clenched against each other, and he’s embarrassed. his face was flustered, flushed, whatever else. “all your fault.”

“sureee, it’s my fault.” you play along. after the long anticipating build up. toji cums, fisting his hand with pumps and watching how he made a mess on himself. a low sigh exits from his mouth and he grunts—the other like going quiet. “aww. toji, look at you, getting off to the sound of my voice. wish i could see.”

he groans. “…shut up,” before he hangs up abruptly.

you giggle before seconds later, there’s a request that pops up on your phone — and toji wants to video call you. probably so you could see the mess you made him make.

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The Club

Bang Chan x Thick female reader

Word count: 6.3K

Synopsis: Friends to lovers such a cute trope... in theory. You go to the club with your two best friends and the clueless man you love, your roommate Chan. Will you be able to stand watching him hook up with yet another flawless girl that you could never compare to or are you finally at the end of your rope.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! I don't know where this came from I just knew I wanted to do another thick reader fic. I honestly pulled it from my ass which I guess is what all writing is really. ANYWAY! I hope you enjoy and if you do please reblog, comment, like, send an ask whatever I love to hear from you guys. As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: Body image issues, cussing/strong language, unprotected piv intercourse (please use protection), cream pie, crying after sex. I think that's all, this one is fairly tame. If I missed something please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings asap!

Your best friend and roommate Chan knocked on your bedroom door and then walked into your room a second after, a typical move on his part.  

“Come right in why don’t ya.” You scoffed. Chan flashed his megawatt smile that you failed to see since you were laying on your bed face down after having the worst week of your life. He picked up one of your throw pillows and flung it at your head. 

“Hey wake up! Minho and Jisung called, we’re going to the club tonight so get ready!” You rolled over looking at the ceiling and pushed the pillow Chan threw on the floor instead of flinging it back towards him, he frowned a little. 

“Pass. You guys go without me.” The last thing you wanted to do was go and watch your three pretty best friends get hit on while you sat at a booth drowning your loneliness in whatever you felt like shooting back. It always happened and of course it did. They were three attractive men that could dance, they were articulate and kind as well. So they had their pick of the women whenever you all went out to the clubs. The club experience was not the same for you.  

You were bigger than most if not all the other girls at the club and your dancing was mediocre at best. Most of the time you would dance for a bit with the guys and eventually, one by one, they would break off with whatever girl rubbed against them. Then you would make your way to a booth and be there for the remainder of the night. No one ever approached you except your friends who would regularly check up on you, sit for a bit, maybe order a drink, then back out on the dance floor. You were sure it was a great time for them and usually it didn’t bother you that much but after your day, your week, you didn’t have the energy. Chan was persistent and wasn’t having it though. 

“What?! No no way we’re not going without you, we all always go together.” He grabbed you by your hands and you wished it didn’t make your heart race. Chan pulled you until you were sitting up. 

“So get. Dressed.” You rolled your eyes and pulled your hands away. 

“I said no Chan.” He rolled his eyes right back. 

“Give me one good reason why?” He crossed his arms in front of him and you let out a huff of frustrated air. A good reason why? Because you’d had a horrible week and you didn’t want to watch Chan rubbing against and kissing another perfect girl that he would bring home and you would ultimately have to listen to the soft moans and panting of a stunning girl you could only ever wish to be. You couldn’t say that to him though, so you sat there quietly. 

“See you don’t have one. Minho and Jisung will be here in forty-five. Get. Ready!” He spun around and left your room before you could argue more. So this would be your night, again. You just hoped your stupid heart could take it. Sure, being in love with your best friend and roommate is such a cute cliché trope until you’re living it, then its agony. You got up and started getting ready and by ready, you changed out of your work clothes into street clothes. You didn’t try, you just didn’t feel like faking it. So a basic pair of jeans, a tshirt, some converse, and your hair up in a ponytail was your attire for the evening. 

Chan thought he was going to have to drag you from your room by force but when Minho and Jisung showed up you walked out dressed and ready. Naturally since Minho and Jisung were your two only other friends they knew you had feelings for Chan. Not because you ever told them, nor would you admit it when Minho would allude to it. Minho just wasn’t an idiot and had eyes and Jisung... well Minho told him everything. Jisung was skeptical still. As soon as you walked out Minho knew something was off. You weren’t your normal glow-y self. He made fun of you constantly calling you concentrated sunshine because you just had this glow about you that made others around you smile and even though he teased you for it he found it endearing and a wonderful quality to have in a friend but that night he didn’t see it. He walked up to you. 

“You feeling okay?” You nodded. 

“Yea sure like a million dollars.” You deadpanned and went to walk past him to follow Jisung and Chan out the door but he stopped you. 

“Hey...” You looked at him and your eyes just looked empty. 

“You sure you should be going out?” You took a deep breath and tried to get a grip. 

“I’m okay Min really, let's just go please?” He was concerned but he wasn’t going to push you, not tonight at least. He grabbed your hand and you both headed out the door with your friends. 

Once you all arrived at the club the guys migrated towards the dance floor like you all always did, dance, then drink. You broke off and made your way over to the bar quietly. When Minho turned to make sure you were still right behind him, he didn’t see you anywhere. Chan already had a gorgeous girl in a silver sling of a club dress shaking her ass and backing it up on him and Jisung was just dancing with the mass of people. Minho couldn’t just dance and have carefree fun knowing you weren’t, he walked over to Chan and his ‘dance partner’. 

“Hey, did you see where y/n went off to? She was right behind me then gone.” Minho yelled over the music. 

“Probably getting a drink she’s been in a mood today I don’t know why.” Minho watched the girl grind her ass against Chan’s crotch and Chan’s hand slid across her backside as he moved his hips with her. Minho rolled his eyes, of course he didn’t know why. 

“You're my best friend but you’re an idiot sometimes...” Minho mumbled. 

“Huh?” Chan couldn’t hear him over the music, Minho raised his voice over it again. 

“I said I’m gonna check by the bar.” Chan nodded and waved at Minho as he made his way towards the bar rail. You had initially been at the bar but as soon as you had a drink you made your way over to one of the tables you would sit at usually. When Minho didn’t find you at the bar he knew he’d find you there. He slid in next to you at the booth you’d chosen for the night. You downed the rest of your glass and he looked at you. 

“How many is that?” You looked at him blankly. 

“Does it matter?” He arched one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows at you and narrowed his eyes. You sighed. 

“It’s only my first calm down officer.” Minho nodded. 

“Come, dance with me.” 

“Pass.” Minho grabbed you by the hand and pulled you. 

“I don’t think that was a request. Dancing, now.” You got up because at least you could get another drink in the process. Minho guided you towards the dance floor and started moving his body to the beat, you bobbed back and forth half-heartedly. By the second song Minho had gotten you to lighten up a bit, it helped that Jisung had joined you both and you had your friends near you. Well not all of them. You had been watching your feet or looking at Minho so you could read his lips when he spoke to you. Then you scanned the mass of people dancing and your eyes landed right on Chan and the silver dress girl making out and dancing, Chan’s hand gripping her ass as she giggled and he kissed her neck, their sweaty body’s moving in tandem with each other. Your face fell as your heart shattered into a million pieces. Minho could see it happening in your eyes. He scanned your line of sight and saw Chan and the girl. Before Minho could say anything, you excused yourself. 

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You pried your way through the people on the dance floor trying to get out of there and into the fresh air, you needed air. Jisung was confused when you dashed off and Minho just raised his hand as he followed you. 

“Just... stay here I’ve got her.” Minho cut through the crowd right behind you. You burst out the club door and into the cool night, taking gasps of air trying to will any and everything in your stomach to stay put. Minho popped out a second later and almost bumped right into you. 

“Hey, look... you know... about Ch-” You cut Minho off. 

“It was just hot I needed some air.” Minho rolled his eyes at you. 

“y/n I know-” You cut him off more forcefully, tears slightly collecting in the corners of your eyes. 

“I was hot Minho!” He stopped, pushing you would do no good and he didn’t want to upset you more than you already were. You sniffled a bit and pushed the tears back down. 

“I’ll be back inside in a minute.” He looked at you unable to hide the concern on his face. 

“Promise.” You said. He accepted that and headed back inside. You got yourself together outside and made your way back into the club a few minutes after Minho. You walked up to the bar, you promised Minho you’d come back inside, you didn’t say you wouldn’t drink. You were done dancing for the night you were ready to drink and forget. Forget the image of Chan and some gorgeous girl dry humping on the dance floor that was burned into your mind. You got your drink, several in fact, and made your way to your table again. Your drink of choice? Instant amnesia, tequila shots. Shortly after shot number six? Seven? Who cared. Shortly after you knocked back yet another shot Minho, Jisung, and Chan all crowded the table, the beautiful girl in the silver dress glued to Chan’s side. Minho snatched the empty shot glass out of your hand frustrated. 

“Did you drink all these?” He motioned at the slew of empty shot glasses in front of you. You just nodded and Minho sighed and looked over at Jisung who looked concerned but unsure how to help. The girl whispered something in Chan’s ear and he nodded laughing making Minho look over at him. Chan raised his eyebrows. 

“What?” Minho shook his head and motioned towards you. 

“Do you maybe wanna try and help me here?” Chan held up one finger to the girl. He slid into the booth seat next to you and she sat on the edge right by him. 

“What’s up?” He nudged you and you shook your head. 

“Why is everyone acting like this isn’t what we do every time we’re at the club? I drink and you guys...” You lifted your head enough to look over at the girl next to Chan. 

“do you. Just leave me alone.” Chan didn’t get why you were acting like this. So you had a bad week at work, you didn’t usually take that out on them and you definitely were never so short with them. 

“What’s your problem tonight?” You narrowed your eyes at him and then dropped your head back down. 

“Just leave me alone, I’m always alone anyway just...” Chan got a look on his face like the lightbulb just went off. So that was it you were upset no guys were approaching you. When Minho saw that look on Chan’s face he was almost certain it was the wrong lightbulb going off and braced for grade A Chan foot in mouth material.  

“Well of course, you’re dressed as frumpy as your attitude.” You looked at him with your jaw dropped as tears instantly pricked your eyes. Minho literally face palmed and even Jisung thought that was way harsh to say. Chan realized it was too far the moment it left his mouth. 

“Move and let me out.” You said quietly but sternly. The girl stood while Chan put his hands up and didn’t budge. 

“Wait...” You looked him right in the endless pools of brown you usually adored as your tears threatened to fall. It wasn’t even just that he’d said it but to say it in front of that beautiful girl, it tore your guts out. 

“Bang Christopher Chan move, or I will scream.” You took a deep breath preparing to scream as loud as you could, a tear slipping down your cheek and he quickly got up. You pulled yourself out of the booth and walked away without a word as they all watched. 

“Wow Chan of all the bone head things to say... I didn’t think you could say something so heartless, especially to y/n.” Before Chan could say anything Minho took off after you. You were drunk and crying against a brick wall when he found you. He promised not to ask or say anything, he just wanted to make sure you got home safe. He put his arm around you and walked you back to your apartment. Back in the club Jisung and Chan stood there in shock for a second. Neither of them had ever seen you like that before, then Jisung turned to Chan and gave him an angry look. 

“I know I know I feel like shit I’ll go apologize to her.” Chan turned to the girl that had been his dance partner and then some for the night. 

“Uhh sorry I’ve... I’ve gotta fix this, she’s my best friend.” She looked irritated but nodded and left for the dance floor again. Jisung suggested taking the long way back to your place to give you a little time to cool down and Chan decided that was probably a good idea. By the time you and Minho got to your place you had stopped crying. He led you to your room where he helped you take off your shoes and get into bed, you threw the cover back and peeled off your jeans leaving you in your panties before laying back. Minho’s face turned a little red and he looked away until you were covered again. He grabbed you a bottle of water and dragged your trash can by your bed in case you had to vomit. He went to leave your room and let you get some sleep but your voice came out tiny and shaky and it stopped him. 

“He doesn’t love me.” Minho turned. 

“Who?” He asked although he knew. 

“Chan.” It was the first time you’d ever admitted out loud to him that you were in love with Chan. Minho knew Chan was oblivious to it and he knew Chan loved you; they all did, but he really didn’t know if Chan was in love with you. 

“I don’t know, try not to think about it right now, okay? Get some rest.” You curled up and turned towards Minho. 

“Min?” He hummed smiling softly at you, he hated seeing that spark in your eye smothered by your tears. 

“Nothing.” He nodded. 

“Good night y/n. Sleep well.” He pulled your bedroom door closed and locked up on his way out. On Minho’s way home he ran into Jisung and Chan who had taken the long way so were walking from the opposite direction. Chan jogged up to him quickly. 

“Did you find her? Is she okay?” Minho nodded. 

“Yea I found her. She’s home, she’s in bed now.” Chan sighed in relief.  

“Thanks Min. I’ll make it right.” Minho nodded 

“I sure hope so.” Then Minho and Jisung headed towards their own apartment. When Chan got home he made sure to quietly unlock the front door. When he turned to go down the hall towards your rooms there you were in your tshirt and panties braced against the wall trying to get to the bathroom to brush the taste of tequila out of your mouth. If you weren’t still drunk you would have been mortified to be standing in front of Chan in your panties. 

“Oh hey, Minho said you were asleep already.” You shrugged. 

“Sorry to disappoint you but I’ll be sure to put earbuds in so you and your slumber party pal can be as loud as you want.” Chan’s brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Slumber party pal?” You pushed your fingers into your eyes and fought the migraine that was starting to form. You tried to walk into the bathroom and he stopped you. 

“Wait. What are you talking about? Do you mean the girl from the club?” What did that have to do with it. Chan was confused. 

“Yes the girl who’s attitude and certainly her dress were far from frumpy.” You could feel tears starting to form in your eyes again. You’d hoped you’d cried all you had in you. Chan felt the slap to the face your words were meant to carry. 

“y/n I shouldn’t have...” You cut him off angry. 

“You think I don’t know what you mean when you say that?!” Chan shook his head he didn’t understand, what he meant? 

“That I’m fat! I’m fat and not pretty! I’m fat and why would anyone approach someone like me! That I wasn’t her! You don’t think I know it already?! I see the way you look at her and I see the way you look at me and I know!” You looked down crying and realized you were standing there like a fool with no pants on. You ran to your room and slammed the door grabbing sweats and pulling them on before crawling into your bed hopeful that it would swallow you and take you away. Your head was pounding and you felt like you wanted to throw up, you just wanted to disappear.  

Chan stood there absolutely stunned. Why did you feel like you needed to compare yourself to that other girl? The alcohol was skewing your perspective, it had to be. You didn’t really think he meant that did you? You didn’t really think that about yourself, right? Sure the girl he was dancing with was beautiful but he thought you were beautiful too, you knew that, you knew he thought you were pretty. He thought it all the time when he watched you cooking dinner in the kitchen or when you both were curled up watching a documentary on sea cucumbers, he thought you were the prettiest when you laughed, which you did often... usually, not so much lately. You had to know because he thought it all the time... he thought.  

Thinking and saying are two totally different things. He tried to remember a time he’d told you that you looked pretty or that he thought you were beautiful and he couldn’t think of one, he couldn’t think of not one time he’d actually said out loud that he thought you were pretty. Underneath he knew a lot of other feelings came up with that statement, feelings he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with, feelings that may scare you, feelings that might make you uncomfortable. You lived together, things could get messy saying things like that, so he’d thought it all the time but looking back he’d never really said it. Then he said that. God he was an idiot.  

He walked up to your door and could hear you sniffling on the other side. He knocked and then walked in like he always did. When he did you turned your back to him. Your voice was small again, choked. 

“Go away.” Chan shook his head and took another step in. 

“No. I need to say something.” You buried your head deeper into your pillow. 

“Go awa-” 

“I think you’re beautiful.” You closed your eyes tightly, tears soaking your pillow. 

“Stop...” 

“I think you’re so beautiful and your body is...” You sat up and faced him. He had to stop. 

“Shut up! Chan just shut. Up!” 

“And your body is perf-” You got up and stormed towards him. You started beating on his chest with your fists and he held your arms stopping you, your eyes closed tight crying even harder, screaming at him. 

“Shut up! Shut up! Don’t lie to me! Don’t you ever fucking lie to me! I hate you! I hate you for doing this to me! I hate you for making me love you!” You collapsed to the floor in front of him, curled up sobbing and whimpering at his feet.  

“Liar... I hate you...” You choked out quietly and Chan stood there frozen by your confession. He looked down and saw you, then laid down on the floor beside you. He didn’t try to make you talk or hold you, he just curled up and laid there with you so you weren’t alone. He’d never leave you alone, you were his best friend and so much more. It wasn’t long before all the night’s events caught up and you both fell asleep next to each other on the floor.  

The next morning you woke up stiff and sore, your head was pounding not only from the alcohol but also the endless crying you’d done the night before. You winced as you opened your eyes and then realized the warmth behind you and an arm draped over you. You turned your head a little to look and saw Chan laying by you on the floor, his arm around you. You quickly scrambled away, waking him up in the process. You sat on the floor by your bed your knees pulled up to your chest. Your chest that felt so heavy, heavy filled with the memories and the pain from last night. Chan sat up and tried to see you through his sleep swollen eyes. 

“Uh hey... um, good morning...” He said in his deep groggy voice. You bowed your head. 

“Morning.” You replied quietly. Chan sat there and stared at you for a second until you started to squirm. He wasn’t sure what all you remembered from the night before. He finally snapped out of it and struggled standing up, stiff from sleeping on the hard floor. 

“I uh... will let you wash up then.” You nodded and he turned and left your room. You grabbed a fresh tshirt and pair of sweats and hurried to the bathroom. You took the longest shower of your life, brushed your teeth and felt a little better. Not great but you could open your eyes all the way at least. As you were coming out of the bathroom Chan was walking into the hall from the living room and you almost bumped into each other. 

“Oh, sorry.” He said as his hands gently held your arms to stop you from stumbling. You quickly pulled away. 

“It’s fine.” You practically ran for your room and shut the door. Chan knew for sure that you remembered at least part of the night before. He ran his fingers through his messy curls frustrated with himself and went into the bathroom to shower as well. When he was done he threw on some shorts and as he pulled his tshirt over his head you tapped at his door. 

“Yea?” You cracked it just a little and kept your eyes glued to the floor. 

“Um, I... can I talk to you?” Chan nodded. 

“Yea of course come-” 

“In the living room whenever you're done.” You quickly added. He frowned a little but shook his head. 

“Yea I’ll be right out.” You gave him a single nod and closed the door. It wasn’t long before Chan walked out into the living room. You were sitting on one end of the couch just kind of zoned out until he walked in. He walked over and sat on the other end of the couch turned towards you. When you finally willed yourself to look at him you couldn’t help the small frown that shifted onto your face when you saw him sitting there with his wet curls and hopeful eyes. Chan’s heart squeezed in his chest seeing your frown. 

“I think I should move out.” Like a bucket of ice water was thrown on Chan, that was his expression. 

“WHAT? WHY!?” You scoffed at his reaction and his question. 

“Seriously Chan? You know why. I was drunk but I remember everything. I just... need some... space, some time away...” You watched your hands as you picked at your cuticles. 

“From me?” Chan said pained. You looked up at him with tears rimming your eyes and nodded. It was like the wind had been knocked out of him and he was hit with a realization that he’d taken so much for granted, a realization that he was losing you. You stood up to head back to your room and Chan gently grabbed your wrist stopping you. 

“Last night, when I told you you’r-” You shook your head. 

“No, stop. I’m going to pack a bag and stay with Minho and Jisung for now. As soon as I have arrangements made I’ll let you know and be back for my things, I’ll try to be quick.” Tears were streaking Chan’s face now as well as your own. You pulled your wrist free and did just as you said you were, you went to your room and packed clothes and toiletries to take with you to Minho and Jisung’s. On your way out you crossed through the living room and Chan was sitting in the same spot, still with tears running down his cheeks. You walked over and when you knelt in front of him he looked over at you, his eyes glassy with tears. You pushed his damp curls back, and he sniffled, you softly kissed his cheek and then stood and left. Chan broke down crying when he heard the door click closed behind you. 

When you got to Jisung and Minho’s place the first thing you did was fall into Jisung’s embrace and cry uncontrollably. You had been strong through the whole thing and now you didn’t have to be so you cried. Jisung sat on the couch with you and let you while Minho made some tea for you all. After a good cry and some tea you got unpacked in the guest room. You all were settled in the living room watching tv after dinner when there was a knock at the door. Minho and Jisung, one on each side of you, looked at each other. Neither were expecting anyone but both knew exactly who it was, you did too. Minho got up to answer the door. 

“Min...” You called him. He turned and saw your eyes, big and worried. He held up a finger nodding and turned to go answer the door. When he opened it unsurprisingly Chan was standing there. 

“I need to talk to y/n.” Chan tried to walk in and Minho blocked him. 

“You need to give it some time Chan there’s more to this for her than you realize.” Chan pressed his lips together tightly; he knew what was at stake and he wasn’t going to lose you without a fight.  

“Minho, I need to talk to her let me through.” Minho shook his head. 

“Chan-” 

“She needs to come home!” Chan said loudly. 

“y/n please come home!” He shouted into the apartment 

“Please! Just stay with me!” Minho pushed Chan out of the doorway and walked into the hall with him pulling the door closed behind him. 

“What the hell are you doing man? Are you hearing me? There’s more to this than you think!” Chan pushed back against Minho. 

“I’m in love with her! She needs to come home, she needs to be home with me! So I can apologize, so I can cook her favorite dinner and grab that lemon lime sorbet that she loves at the corner store, so I can hold her and kiss her and tell her everything I should have long before now.” Chan shouted, huge tears in his eyes. Minho was stunned. Once he had his wits about him again he shook his head. 

“All that aside Chan. It’s not the time for this. Just... give her some time.” He spoke softly, Minho didn’t want to have to hurt his friend and turn him away but he couldn’t hurt you either. Chan nodded, turned, and left without another word, he understood. When Minho walked back into the apartment you were standing at the opening of the foyer wide eyes filled with tears. 

“Mi-Minho... did... Chan... did he just...”  

“Say that he loved you?” You nodded and a tear fell. 

“Yea, he did.” You took a deep shuddering breath and braced yourself against the wall. 

“He looked awful. It’s only been part of a day but he looked like absolute hell not having you home.” You nodded, staring off as your thoughts spun a million miles an hour in your head. Chan loved you? Like you loved him? It was impossible. You didn’t know what to do. You were so confused. You had so many questions. You finally looked up at Minho. 

“Wha- should I go home? What do I do?” Minho shrugged. 

“Do you love him still?”  

“I’ll always love him.” Minho raised his brow at you knowingly. It was late but you didn’t care. You ran to the guest room, threw on some jeans and your tennis shoes and started towards you and Chan’s apartment. When you got there you unlocked the door quietly and tip-toed in so you didn’t make any noise in case Chan was already asleep. You walked into the living room and Chan was on the couch. His head was tilted back resting on the back of the couch and his arm was thrown over his eyes. You weren’t sure if he was sleeping or not. You made your way over and stood in front of him. When Chan felt someone standing near him he jumped before he realized it was you. He relaxed and sat there looking up at you with big brown glassy eyes. 

“y/n?” You nodded trying to fight back your own tears already. He didn’t say anything he just sat up and wrapped his arms around your midsection and hugged you, his head resting on your soft tummy. You hugged him, your fingers resting in his curls. He leaned back and looked up at you and you pushed his curls back away from his face. 

“I’m so sorry y/n, I should’ve never said that to you it wasn’t right and I...” You shook your head. 

“We have a lot to talk about and we will, I just have one question right now.” Chan nodded, his eyes piercing into yours. 

“Are you in love with me?” Chan shook his head up and down without a second of hesitation. He did, he knew. 

“Say it.” He sat up straight and looked at you, into you. 

“I’m in love with you y/n. I love you. I love you so m-” You leaned down and kissed him softly. He cupped your face and tilted his head, deepening the kiss. You broke away to take a breath and Chan pressed his forehead against yours, his hands resting on your wide hips, guiding you to kneel and rest on his lap, a thick thigh resting on either side of Chan’s strong legs. His hands slid down your thighs and squeezed even through the material it sent a shiver up your spine. You steadied yourself by holding on to Chan’s broad shoulders. Those same strong hands squeezing your thighs came up and held your face so softly, his thumb grazing the apple of your cheek. Tears started to well up in your eyes, Chan gently shook his head and pulled you in to kiss you again, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth softly. You opened your mouth allowing him to slide his tongue inside. Chan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you all the way down onto his lap and you could feel him pressing into you making you throb with want as he devoured your lips. His hands ghosted down your back and rested on your hips urging you to move against him and you moaned into the kiss. 

“Sound... so pretty... baby girl.” He mumbled as he kissed down your neck. You could feel yourself getting wetter hearing the sweet pet name. You tilted your head giving him better access to his target. 

“Ch-Chan... wha-what are we... doing?” You panted as your hips ground together, as his hands gripped, and his lips explored. He pulled away when you asked, he was a little red and breathless chewing at his bottom lip. 

“Uh wha... what do you want?” You looked at him and pushed his curls back away from his beautiful face again. 

“You.” He smiled and touched your face. 

“Then... I’m yours.” You kissed him hard then scrambled to get up and get your jeans and panties off. As soon as Chan realized what you were doing he lifted his hips and pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. You quickly climbed back onto his lap, there was no time to be shy or bashful as Chan lined up his cock with your wet hole and eased you down on to him. You both moaned and you gasped when you were fully seated in Chan’s lap again, only this time with his dick buried deep inside you. 

“Oh god!” Chan held onto your hips, his lip between his teeth, eyes closed tightly as he felt you squeeze his length with your warm soft walls. When he finally opened his eyes he saw you looking down at him, your eyes sparkling. You pulled at the hem of his shirt and took it off over his head running your hands up and down his firm torso over his chest and abs and back up again. Chan sat up his cock moving inside you deliciously making you squirm as his hands traveled up your plush body lifting your shirt up and over your head, your full breasts lined up with his face, he sucked on one and then the other, squeezing and pushing them together then raking his teeth across your hard nipples. 

“Ch-Chan... please...” He let go of your breasts and his hands slid down your curvy frame and rested on your ass. He leaned back on the couch then squeezed and pulled your hips forward and then pushed them back as he rolled his hips up into you. 

“Like that baby girl... ride it just like that.” You planted your hands low on his abs and pushed your hips forward and then back again on your own. You moved again and again and set a rhythm. Chan’s head rolled back and his eyes closed. 

“Does it feel good?” You needed to know you he was enjoying it, you wanted to make him feel good. Chan looked at you blushing and smiling as you rode his cock. 

“Mhmm yes, you feel so good baby, don’t stop.” He squeezed your thick ass and urged you to move faster. Your breaths shortened as your hips moved quicker. 

“G-gonna cum... Ch-Chan go-gonna cu-” Your eyes rolled back into your head as you wrapped your arms around Chan’s head hugging him tight, his face buried in your big tits again. Chan could feel you dripping down his cock as you came on top of him, your hips stuttering and Chan helped you ride it out as he rolled his hips up into you harder. When you finally let go of him Chan slumped back on the couch again, held up your hips forcing you forward making you brace onto the back of the couch and with his strong hands holding you up he started pounding into you from underneath not only chasing his own high but sending you nosediving into another orgasm. More of your arousal dripped down his cock and there was a lewd smacking sound every time Chan hammered his dick into your wet cunt. He put you down and sat back up pulling you close as your cunt took his whole cock. It was messy grinding and rubbing and wet and as you shook and trembled through your third orgasm. Chan pulled you closer still, he held you tight and came deep inside you as he cupped your face and sweetly kissed your lips. You sat there sweaty and out of breath on Chan’s lap your head resting on one of his shoulders, his arms wrapped around you as his cock softened inside you. When you caught your breath and the adrenalin wore down the gravity of what just happened hit you like a train and you started to cry. Chan pulled you up and held your face worried. 

“Hey hey, what’s wrong huh? Baby don’t cry.” Hearing him call you by the sweet pet name only made you cry harder. He hugged you close again and grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around you. He rubbed your back and held you until you were calm again. 

“Sorry it was just a lot of big feelings all at once and I got a little overwhelmed.” Chan shook his head as he continued tracing shapes on your back to soothe you. 

“Don’t be sorry I understand. Are you okay now?” You nodded and sat up and Chan smiled at you his dimples popping up. 

“Good. Why don’t we wash up and get to bed. We’ll talk about everything first thing tomorrow, including you moving out of your room. You were confused and frowned a little. 

“You... you still think I should?” Chan nodded. 

“Absolutlely. My room is bigger so it just makes sense for you to move into mine over me moving into yours.” You let out a huge sigh of relief and shoved him a little. He hugged you close and kissed your neck. 

“I love you baby girl.” You melted into his hug. 

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“I love you too Chan.” 

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[vvynia]

idea | e.w. — sunshine on the hill

pairing: ellie williams x black reader

trope: college!biker!ellie x diner waitress!reader

genre: fluff + maybe future smut

warnings: none

synopsis: this is literally just a one-shot idea that came to me during a one hour drive lol. maybe i’ll be able to get to it if enough people want it and once the semester ends in two weeks. thank you for reading this if you’ve gotten this far, mwah !!

the feminine urge to write a reader with a heavy southern drawl, working at a little restaurant that serves 24 hour breakfast, walking around, being the sweetest thing in a cute apron dress, and taking orders on a little wire-bound notepad with a pastel fuzzy-tipped pen.

and then the even more feminine urge to write college sophomore biker ellie whose infatuated, enamored by the cute waitress at penny’s diner, who eats there more than she probably should and budgets her dollars just so she can have the funds to do so. and lord knows the food is good—better than good, even—but the girl with the fuzzy-tipped pen and soft eyes, who if anyone asked, ellie would tell them she’s the prettiest thing on this side of the mississippi, is really what she’s there for. the only issue is that this girl ellie would name planets after if she ever discovered one, seems enthralled with shrouding herself in mystery.

and this confuses ellie to no end ‘cause she can see that blushing reaction you give, even through the velveteen umber of your skin. it’s tangible in the way your eyes downcast when she compliments you, how you lean more of your weight on one foot, fingers crinkling the hem of your skirt. most of all, she sees it in the upturn of your plush lips whenever the bell at the top of the door chimes and you look back to find her and not a different customer.

you’re just as lovestruck as she is.

ellie knows, if you gave her the chance, the warmth of your cheeks would be more than palpable under the cup of her hands. if she goes to kiss you, you’d kiss her back, just as feverish.

so why have you settled for keeping her at arms length? ellie’s dying to know, and if there’s one thing ellie williams is, it’s damn persistent.

[xuqijie]

< new jeans as love tropes 𖥔 ͙ࣳ

# genre ; fluff, hints of angst

# tags ; ot4 x f!reader (no hyein), probably ooc but use your imagination okayy ! [requested]

< kim minji ๋࣭ # your sister’s bestfriend

spends all day in your house and never leaves it, just because she says that the wifi was better in your living room than hers.

spends all day in your house and never leaves it, just because she says that the wifi was better in your living room than hers.

spends all day in your house and never leaves it, just because she says that the wifi was better in your living room than hers.

doesn’t know the effect she has on you with her always being around your room like it’s her own.

you always had a crush on her but minji was your sister’s bestfriend, so naturally you were off limits for any relationship. but that doesn’t stop her from having feelings (not that she recognises them anyway).

minji will lie and say she was forced by hanni to stay by your side the whole day to protect you even though hanni didn’t say shit.

will deny having feelings for you and only starts to admit it when she sees you with another one of hanni’s friends 🙈🙈

probably ends up confessing in a super stupid way; like thinking you were asleep and minji just starts saying how much she likes you and how she got jealous seeing you with sunoo.

“minji, sunoo’s gay.”

“i didn’t know that! and does that mean you don’t like sunoo?”

“are you serious? i like you back, you idiot.”

< pham hanni ๋࣭ # rivals to lovers

will quite literally do anything to make sure she’s number one, and you’re not. like purposely sending you the wrong dance practice and embarrassing you on the day of the rehearsal. (maybe she does feel a little bad when she catches you crying in the toilet).

hanni doesn’t really know why she wants you to know she’s the best. maybe it’s because you two have been pitted against each other since you joined ador.

thinks you’re super pretty but can’t translate it well to korean and ends up just telling it to you straight in viet. too bad you think she was talking shit about you :(

disguises her jealousy as hatred for you. “y/n, i can’t believe you’re slacking off again. seriously, hanging out with jungwon is just going to make you even worse.”

“i’m not even hanging out with jungwon? what the hell is your problem?”

purposely makes you mad because it’s cute to her. but when you really get upset she feels so so bad and you will find chocolates in your bag the next day.

and when you get praised by the instructor, hanni can’t help but feel happy at your beaming expression. only for her smile to dim when jungwon congratulates you.

“see that, hanni? i finally beat you!” you would grin smugly at her and all hanni can do is wish quietly for you to continue talking to her.

so what does she do? suck up her pride and relish in the shocked expression you carried when she says, “i’m happy. you did well.” and leaves the practice room.

and hanni’s feelings are left undiscovered for another day while you are stunned.

< danielle marsh ๋࣭ # sunshine x grumpy

meets you on the first day of kindergarten and thinks you’re super mean after you tell her to leave you alone. but danielle is persistent and she really wants to befriend the grumpy girl that sits at the back of class.

calls you ‘her moon’ and it embarrasses you but secretly, you like it a lot. and her contact name is your phone is ‘my sunshine ☀️’.

it wasn’t until you two got older when you realised that you had feelings for danielle. but you didn’t want to act on them in fear of her rejecting you and losing your friendship forever, so you just keep quiet, hoping she catches on.

you also didn’t want danielle to choose between you and her other club friends, so you just sit alone during lunch. normally, danielle would join you but you sneak off before she finds you at your designated table.

of course dani gets confused when you start to distance yourself but she doesn’t know what to do. only until she gets ahold of you, she confronts you.

“why are you acting like this? i thought we were friends, y/nnie. and i’ve told you before, i don’t care about anyone else, i just want my moon back. please, y/n.”

and when you finally work things out, danielle smacks you on the shoulder and scolds you for keeping things from her. you deserve it but you also don’t deserve someone like dani.

the sweetest angel you’ll ever meet when you start dating. always brings you your favourite drinks when you’re studying, makes sure you’re well taken care of when you’re sick and tries her best to help you out when you’re feeling upset.

< kang haerin ๋࣭ # hates everyone but you

haerin is an enigma. a person you would describe as eccentric. she would repeat all the swear words you said, randomly stare blankly at you and sometimes steal your sweaters. she also bears uncanny resemblance to cats.

since you two live in the same dorm, whenever your personal friends come over, haerin will glare at them warily but when her eyes filter to you, her gaze softens and she waddles to your side for cuddles.

“even though you look like a cat doesn’t mean you have to actually act like one, kang haerin.”

“shut up, hyein.”

“no, hyein’s right, rinnie.”

“okay, y/nnie.”

[faulty-writes]

Hey faulty, it’s currently 4am and I’m feeling really sick rn aha. Could you maybe do a oneshot of Iida x fem reader where she gets sick at night? Like they’re on a camping trip with the class 1A and they end up having to share a bed? (Cliché ik but I love this trope sue me) and she gets sick at night. I’m talking fever keeping her up until 3am then going to the restroom in the bedroom to puke. She doesn’t want to wake up iida and tries to just deal with it alone.. but she ends up waking iida up anyway when she goes to the restroom. She got so hot that she had to take off her t shirt but left the sweats on. She’s in a white tank top btw. (For plot you’ll see) Iida knocks on the door bc like he’s worried ya know? She says it’s open and then a few min later after talking, she asks him to bring her a black tank top from her luggage bc the one she has on is kinda see through. She’s red from the fever btw. Iida brings it and she turns her back and just slips it off to replace it with the black one. Normally shy but friendly reader would feel embarrassed in changing in front of him (and even being in a tank top) , but at this point, she feels like dog water so she doesn’t care. When she quickly slipped the white tank over her head, iida gets flustered (you know naturally bc u know girl he likes). He’s gonna turn around (or act how iida acts) but he sees some scars on her back for just 2 seconds. This leads to late night caring and reader opening up about trauma from rich parents. (Think like Killua from hxh just for the abuse he went through- parents wanted to make reader really strong and we’re obsessed over it-she’s in a better home now tho with a relative)

iida and fem reader are in the “I kinda like you a lot but I’m not going to do anything bc I love our friendship rn phase.”

Could you make it cute and fluffish and domestic? (I think that’s how u use that word lol) Reader and iida grow closer through it too. I’m sorry this ask is so specific lol, I have a vision in mind. I also think sweet shy fem reader x iida is really cute. (This is not self indulgent at all aha😂)

It’s ok if ur not up to it.. tho I would be really happy if u did write it up. I love ur fanfics!! Been a fan for like 3 years even before I had tumblr!(❁´◡`❁) just lemme know if ur busy rn or don’t wanna write it! No pressure. :)

Thank you!

[ Alright! Sorry this took a bit, but I hope you're feeling better and I hope I did this story justice. It was kind of fun to write, I like the whole "I like you but need to stay friends" trope because it can always grow into something more. Anyways, I tried to make Tenya flustered just enough in this fic. I love embarrassing him. ]

“Are you most certain you’re correct?” Tenya urged, and Izuku held up a piece of paper muttering under his breath. “That’s w-what I counted,” he replied before yelping when Katsuki grabbed the back of his head. “Shut the hell up already!” he snapped before glaring at Tenya.

“Who the hell cares if two of us have to share a damn bed!? It’s your fault for not accounting for this, four-eyes,” he growled, making Tenya frown in response. “I am afraid that I did not anticipate the weather causing our pre-scheduled camping trip to be postponed,” he explained, slightly annoyed by Katsuki’s behavior.

He wanted to make graduation special and insisted that Class A take a camping trip. However, due to the rainy weather and the persistence of his female classmates, the choice to pull over and book hotel rooms for the night was made.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Katsuki responded, releasing his hold on Izuku. “Come on you spikey-haired idiot!” he growled at Eijirou who nervously chuckled. “Well, I guess that means Bakugou and I are taking the first room,” he said.

“Best of luck figuring out who shares the one-bedroom suite for the night!” With that, he waved goodbye and chased after Katsuki. “Mineta and I can share a room!” Kaminari announced. “Yes, and Jirou and I can share a room,” Momo said.

“Mm, very well,” Tenya replied, looking at Izuku and Shoto. “I assume you two wish to share a room,” he said. “Oh w-well uh…” Izuku tried to reply but Tenya ignored him. You were sitting on one of the provided chairs in the lobby of the hotel, remaining quiet as you watched the scene unfold.

You coughed and cleared your throat a few seconds later. “Are you okay Y/n?” Tsuyu questioned laying her hand on your back. You nodded. “Uh, yeah just a bit of a sore throat,” you replied, rubbing it to ease the discomfort.

“Everyone please, pair up in groups of two and take a room key!” Tenya announced, and you looked at Tsuyu. “Go ahead,” you said, waving her away. “I don’t care who I spend the night with,” you soon regretted those words when only Tenya and you were left.

“Forgive me,” he said, unlocking the hotel room and turning on the light. “I hope this accommodation does not cause discomfort for you,” he said, gesturing you into the room. He could hear a steady stream of rain hitting the window and vicious thunder rumbling outside.

“I guess this camping trip turned out...s-sour, huh Iida?” you tried to joke, but he didn’t seem to find any humor in your words. Your smile faded and you folded your hands in front of you, focusing on the floor. ‘Well, that didn’t turn out the way I wanted’ you thought with rosy cheeks.

You moved out of the way when Tenya walked into the room, placing the bags on the floor by the bed. He insisted on carrying yours, and it didn’t come as a surprise considering he was a gentleman. “Are you feeling well?” he asked, noticing your reddened cheeks.

“Uh…w-what?” you replied, snapping your head up and trembling when he glared at you. “Are you feeling well?” he repeated. “Um, I uh, y-yeah I’m f-fine,” you choked out, thinking that your sore throat was nothing more than the rain irritating your allergies.

“I see,” he walked over to the bed and asked, “Do you prefer sleeping on the left or right side?” You knitted your eyebrows, unsure what he meant. “Uh, w-whichever side is fine,” you replied but knew your answer wouldn't satisfy him, so you thought of a diversion.

“I wanna take a...a shower!” you exclaimed, trying to ignore his now suspicious glance. The worst part was that you could barely stand looking at his gorgeous eyes. “Very well, you are welcome to freshen up in the shower. I trust you have the appropriate slumber wear, yes?” he asked, adjusting his glasses.

“Uh, y-yes,” you said. Maybe taking a relaxing shower would alleviate your throat soreness. “I’ll um, just g-get them from my s-suitcase,” you said, pointing to it. “Um, t-thanks for carrying it for me, uh, b-by the way,” Tenya nodded.

“I do not believe it would be appropriate to expect a lady to carry her luggage,” he explained, watching you open the suitcase and look through it for your sleeping clothes. Once you gathered everything, you scurried to the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

“What is wrong with me!?” you hissed, walking to the large tub, and turning on the water. You stripped your clothes off and carefully climbed inside, sighing in contentment as the water eased your body’s muscles. You lay there for what felt like hours before carefully climbing back out.

Droplets of water fell from your body, creating a rhythmic pattern as they hit the floor. You drained the tub before walking to the sink. You placed your hands on the counter and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You felt a bit odd and wondered if you had spent a little too much time in the tub.

Well, maybe you’d feel better when you lay down. Once you had dried off, you slipped on a white tank top, a short sleeve shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. “The b-bathroom is free,” you said, walking past the bed. “Hm?” Tenya was sitting on the right side of it reading a book.

“Oh, I see. Thank you,” he replied, closing his book, and placing it on the nightstand near the bed. You closed your eyes, feeling an overwhelming urge to lie down. You pulled back the blanket and sat, pressing one hand against the mattress to feel its firmness.

You looked up when Tenya stood, although he didn’t say anything when he gathered his sleeping clothes and headed to the bathroom. You took a deep breath, coughing softly when you laid your head down and pulled the blanket back over you.

The sound of running water accompanied by the rain and thunder that still bellowed outside helped you drift off to sleep, but a few hours later you woke up sweating. “Ah…” you blinked, feeling exhausted, and reached up to touch your forehead. ‘Why am I so hot?’ you thought, wiping your face dry.

Hearing soft snoring, you turned your head. Tenya was lying beside you in blue pajamas and a matching sleeping cap. His face looked content and part of you wondered what he was dreaming about if he was dreaming about anything at all.

‘Maybe this fever will go down if I keep resting’ you thought as you closed your eyes and tried to relax your body. Unfortunately, you found yourself restless and your fever grew more severe, making you whimper on occasion. This combined with the nauseating feeling growing in your stomach finally made you sit up.

“I’m gonna barf…” you muttered, turning to look at Tenya to ensure he was still asleep. The last thing you wanted was to wake him up, especially after all the planning he had put into this camping trip. Besides, maybe it was better you dealt with this by yourself as you never wanted to burden others. You winced, holding your stomach as you stood.

You swallowed hard, tasting acid on your tongue. You turned to look at Tenya one last time before scurrying to the bathroom quietly. Your breathing was heavy and sweat dripped from your skin so profusely that your clothing stuck to your skin making movement uncomfortable.

As you swallowed again, you slowly pulled your arms inside your shirt. You intended to take it off despite being hunched over the toilet. You sighed in relief when the cool air hit your skin, somewhat thankful you made the choice to wear a tank top underneath said shirt.

At the moment, it didn't matter to you that it was white and see-through. You closed your eyes and wiped the sweat from your brow, your mouth salivated so much it dripped down your chin. You dry heaved, feeling your stomach twist until its contents splashed into the toilet.

When you coughed, Tenya's eyes fluttered open and he turned his head, noticing you absent from the bed. He sat up slowly and grabbed his glasses. He was more than certain the noise that had woken him was you.

It was natural that he wanted to check you were okay, so he stood up and walked to the bathroom, noticing that the door was closed. He pressed his ear against it growing more concerned when he heard heavy breathing, followed by sniffles. He frowned and paused before knocking three times.

You snapped your head up, eyes wide but vision blurry as you looked at the bathroom door. “Y/n, do you require assistance?” he asked, and you latched onto your lip to suppress the gag threatening to come. The inside of your mouth tasted sour, and your throat burned.

You shifted your eyes back and forth, knowing if you didn’t answer soon, he’d likely do something drastic. “I…” Your voice was weak, but you tried to push through it. “I…I don’t know,” you replied, before wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

Your answer alarmed Tenya, and seconds later he heard a toilet flush followed by running water. “What is the matter? Are you feeling ill? Are you injured?” he questioned, feeling ridiculous for talking to you through a door. You took a deep breath, resting your hand on your stomach.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, noticing your hair was disheveled and your cheeks red. Your eyes looked swollen and irritated, in other words, you were a mess. “I…just…” Maybe it would be better if he saw for himself.

“Um, t-the door is open,” you said reluctantly. “Very well, may I enter now?” came his reply. “…yeah,” the door squeaked, and you wrapped your arms around yourself before turning to face him. His eyes widened upon seeing you, noting your irritated-looking eyes and reddened face.

He didn’t want to assume anything, but you certainly looked ill. “Forgive me, but you look rather...ill and I do not believe I have a thermometer so I cannot take an accurate measure to confirm or deny any possible fever,” he replied, tapping his chin. “I…I’m not running a fever,” you lied.

He narrowed his eyes and reached out. “Pardon my touch,” he said, pressing his hand against your forehead. Yes, it was a rather outdated method to use, but it would allow him to feel your temperature regardless. “Hm,” he raised his eyebrows and lowered his hand.

“Your forehead is rather warm,” he noted. “May I check your pulse?” You blinked in response, hissing softly when you noticed how dry your eyes felt. “Um…okay?” you replied and gasped when he took your wrist, pressing his thumb against it.

The seconds ticked by awkwardly as you clenched your bottom lip. “Your pulse appears slightly elevated, suggesting possible sickness,” he said, lowering your wrist. “Oh um…” you wrapped your arms around yourself again, suddenly anxious, and self-aware of your see-through tank top.

“Hey Iida,” you said, glancing away shyly. “Yes?” he replied. “Uh…c-could you…get me another tank top? The black one from my luggage?” you asked sweetly, nervously rubbing your upper arms. Tenya knitted his eyebrows together, uncertain why you asked for a tank top when you already had one on.

However, out of curiosity, he glanced down, and his eyes widened. He covered his mouth when he noticed that the fabric of your current tank top was rather…well perhaps it was rude to continue to stare at someone's exposed body.

“Y-yes!” he suddenly shouted, immediately looking away from you. His cheeks glowed a furious red color which was accompanied by a feeling of shame. He knew he should not look at a young lady in such a disrespectful manner. It was improper!

After all, he did not mean to look at you that way, but it seems his mistake caused him a bit of embarrassment. “I would be honored to…” He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the unfamiliar heat that ran through his cheeks.

“I would be honored to assist you, please give me a moment,” he said, promptly turning around and scurrying out of the bathroom. He took deep breaths as he opened your suitcase, searching for the black tank top you requested.

Despite his concern about his fast-paced heartbeat, he believed it to be a natural reaction given his feelings toward you. Of course, he didn't want to ruin your friendship by acting on said feelings. “Here we are,” he said, neatly folding the article of clothing before returning to the bathroom.

“I do hope this is the correct item,” he said, hesitantly holding it out. “Yeah,” you replied, taking it. Unless you were in a relationship or classified yourself as a free spirit there was a certain level of modesty when it came to changing in front of the opposite or even the same sex.

However, given how horrible you felt now you didn’t think twice about turning your back on him and removing your current tank top. Tenya’s eyes widened when he realized what you were doing. His cheeks flushed, and he immediately raised his hand, intent on scolding you, but no words came out.

Despite not anticipating activating his engines, his nervous state made them spark to life and a soft rumbling echoed through the air. “P-pardon!” he stuttered and turned to face the door, feeling his heart accelerate again. “Hm?” You paused and briefly looked over your shoulder at him.

‘Weird…’ you thought, before dropping the white tank top to the floor. A groan escaped your lips as you slipped the black tank top over your head. While he knew it was rude to look at you when you were topless or changing, your groan concerned him enough to make him turn his head.

That's when he noticed the scars on your back, and instead of flushing yet again or feeling embarrassed, he grew concerned. Although your scars looked old and healed, he wanted to know what caused them. It is natural for heroes to receive injuries which then created long-lasting scars.

But yours almost looked…well perhaps it was more appropriate he didn't assume where they came from. He turned his head back, feeling the slightest amount of sweat drip down his face and he almost regretted not having brought a handkerchief to bed.

He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his pajama top, and was tempted to undo the first few buttons to cool himself. His cheeks were a deep rosy color, and his engines continued to rumble softly although he hoped they were not too audible.

Just as you finished putting your new tank top on, you heard Tenya clear his throat. “Huh?” you raised an eyebrow when you turned only to stare at his back. “Um...” you stepped closer to him, hesitantly reaching out to touch him.

You stumbled back when he trembled in response and turned to face you, his eyes wide and his face red. You blinked, unsure if you had scared him or if he was beginning to feel sick as well. “Um…a-are you okay?” you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I…” he glanced away. His mind filled with images of those scars, and he lowered his eyebrows in thought. Frankly, he wished to address what he had seen but did not want to appear strange or alarming. Furthermore, he did not wish to force information out of you or make you feel uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat once more and raised his hand, chopping it through the air as he said, “P-perhaps it would be best if we retired to the bed to further address your question.” You knit your eyebrows, not fully understanding him. Then again, did anyone understand Tenya?

Maybe his closest friends, but even they seem baffled by his antics sometimes. You placed your hand on your stomach, somewhat relieved you were feeling better. You shrugged. “Okay?” you replied, following him out of the bathroom. Your fever was still high, and you wiped your brow.

For a split second, you debated running to the ice machine. However, the thought of walking down an empty hotel hallway made you feel uneasy. Come to think of it, you didn’t know how late or early it was, not that it mattered because who knows how long Tenya could take to answer your question.

“Please sit,” he said politely gesturing to the bed. You looked between him and the bed before sitting down as requested. The bed gave a soft squeak when he sat down next to you. The two of you exchanged glances before he cleared his throat.

“I…do not wish for you to think I am being disrespectful when I ask this as I understand personal matters are quite difficult to speak about with those you are not close with,” as painful as it was to admit, despite the many challenges Class A went through together, there was still distance between all of you.

Yes, a few classmates had admitted their personal matters and remorse over certain things or times in their lives. However, he noticed that you tended to keep to yourself. While you were kind and compassionate, there was a shy nature about you, and he had noticed you struggle in social situations before.

“W-what do you mean?” you asked, your voice trembling and your anxiety rising. He was silent for a moment, and you noticed his shoulders were stiff. He shifted his legs almost as though he were uncomfortable, but you swear you heard a soft rumbling.

Was his quirk acting up? You quickly glanced at his face, his eyebrows were lowered and there was an uncertain glance in his eyes. His cheeks were slightly reddened, and his hands were in his lap, but you noticed his fingers were interlocked.

“Forgive me, I believe it would be beneficial if I were to explain more clearly. I…” he took a deep breath, laying his hands flat on his thighs. He cleared his throat again and reached up, tugging at the collar of his pajama top.

“I noticed that there were…rather severe-looking scars on your back.” A chill ran down your spine and you leaned away from him. Your eyes were wide, and he expected you to be angry, but instead a look of hurt and dread spread across your face.

You fisted your hand into your chest and the other into the blanket, keeping silent. Tenya frowned. “I…apologize,” he said, carefully placing his hand over yours but immediately jerked back when you gasped. “I…pardon I did not intend for my touch to-” You shook your head.

“N-no, it’s f-fine Iida,” you replied, despite your heart racing in your chest. “It’s just…” you glanced away, “no...n-no one has asked that b-before.” Then again you weren’t exactly the type to flaunt your body and usually changed in the locker room stall.

You latched onto your lip, the thought of your parents made your stomach twist, and you suppressed a dry heave. “Are you well?” Tenya asked, slightly alarmed, and though you nodded, he wasn’t fully convinced. “Forgive me,” he said, standing up from the bed.

“Perhaps I should not have inquired. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable,” he said, turning with the intent of walking to his side of the bed. “N-no!” you cried out, grabbing his arm. He stumbled back and looked at you bewildered.

“Uh…” You blinked, and your cheeks grew red. You felt so hot you were liable to faint, but you shook your head trying to fight through your anxiety. “S-sorry!” you said, quickly letting go of his arm. You swallowed hard, groaning out of embarrassment.

“Um…I…the s-scars are…” you looked away, rubbing the back of your neck. You felt the bed dip when Tenya sat down again. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you and once again extended his hand, placing it on your shoulder.

Your head shot back, looking at him with wide eyes and parted lips. “Please do not be afraid,” he said, his voice hushed and full of concern. Oddly enough, you smiled and nodded. “Right, s-sorry,” you said, glancing at your lap.

Your throat felt tight, but you forced yourself to speak. “The scars…are from the training m-my parents put me through,” you explained, refusing to lift your head to look at Tenya's expression. You expected him to be worried and maybe even feel sorry for you.

Instead, you gasped when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you. He knew it was irrational, and he did not know how you would respond. Although he could not confess the feelings he had for you deep down, he would not stop trying to physically prove it to you.

A part of you wanted to push him away because you weren't used to this type of affection, and because you didn't want him to catch whatever you had. But you couldn't help but melt into his touch. He was aware of the training that was deemed necessary in order to become a worthy and true hero.

However, there were other, unethical training methods such as the ones that Shoto went through that proved to leave long-lasting emotional and physical scars. He could not fathom why certain families pushed their children so hard during training.

Yes, a villain would not be easy on a hero, this much was certain. But to inflict such pain that it left physical scars was unacceptable, and it made righteous anger burn deep within him. However, he took a deep breath, calming himself.

“Forgive me,” he said, pulling away. “I…I do not believe I could help myself,” he stated, bringing his hands to his lap. He knew very well that he let his emotions get the better of him and at this moment, he needed to remain focused.

“Would you favor continuing our conversation?” he asked. “Um…well, my p-parents aren’t heroes but…t-they’re rich and w-when my quirk manifested they...” you paused and curled your fingers inward, ignoring how your nails dug into your palms.

He leaned closer with a serious expression on his face. You closed your eyes, sighing. “They…saw promise in it and…wanted to u-use me as a tool. If their daughter c-could be a hero…then it would boost my family‘s name and...r-reputation.” That spark of anger ignited again, but he held himself back from speaking.

You frowned and opened your eyes. “T-they forced me to train...every day. P-pushed me to my limits, and t-that's why I have...scars on my back. They always t-told me heroes don't feel...pain, they just do whatever it takes to gain f-fame.” Your eyes watered over, but you quickly wiped them.

“The...the m-more pain you can withstand, the more l-love you will receive,” you said, continuing to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “I-I'm sorry,” Tenya frowned, uncertain how to comfort you. “Please do not apologize,” he said, reaching over to gently grab your wrists in order to pull them away from your face.

“You are likely to irritate your eyes further if you continuously rub them,” he explained before cupping your hands in his own. “I am quite honored that you have shared such memories with me, but are you physically and mentally well?” You glanced down, nodding.

“Yeah…” you replied, tightening your grip on his hands. “I live with a r-relative now….” and you hoped it would remain that way. He leaned closer, making you stiffen out of shyness. “Uh…” you dared to look back up and your face flushed when you locked eyes with him.

“I am…grateful to hear you are safe. Please know that I would never allow anyone, not even the fiercest villain to subject you to such injuries or pain.” While you assumed he was lying, the heroic and loving look in his eyes said otherwise.

And the way he embraced you further convinced you. His arm was tightly around your waist, and when he pulled you close, his opposite hand tangled itself in your hair. Whether it was the fever talking or the fact you were a little touch starved, you wrapped your arms around him in return.

His eyes widened and his heart accelerated. Being this close to you was something he always desired, but knew he could not have. At least not now, but there was always hope for the future. After taking a deep breath, he reluctantly pulled back.

His cheeks burned pink, and he cleared his throat, lifting his hand into the air. “Perhaps it would be best if we retired to sleep,” he suggested, and you turned away shyly. “Oh, uh…” How many hours passed anyway? What time was it? You were tempted to look at your phone but decided against it.

“Please allow me,” he said before standing and walking over to your side of the bed. He pulled back the blanket and shifted the pillows. “Hm,” you looked at him with a blank expression but walked over and sat down.

“Place your legs under the blanket,” he instructed and for a moment, you felt like a young child being tucked in but knew you shouldn’t take it that way. Tenya was just trying to be kind and after everything that happened tonight, it felt comforting to be taken care of by someone.

Once your legs were underneath, Tenya pulled the blanket over you and ensured you were comfortable before walking over to his side. Your face was glowing, and you closed your eyes, wishing your fever to go away. When you felt the bed dip, you mumbled and turned on your side so your back faced Tenya.

He glanced at you but said nothing and removed his glasses, placing them on the nightstand by the bed. Then he lay down with his arms by his sides. His attention was focused on the ceiling for a few minutes, allowing silence and your breathing to ease him to sleep.

Morning came too quickly, and the blinds didn’t stop the sunshine from leaking in. You groaned, fluttering your eyes open. Your head ached softly, and sweat droplets trailed down your forehead. You reached up, intent on wiping it but noticed your arms were stuck.

“Huh?” You looked down, and heat rushed over your face when you noticed a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes widened and you turned your head, seeing Tenya’s sleeping face, and realized how heavy his body felt against yours.

You snapped your head back and panicked as you thought of the ways you could get out of this situation. You also thought of how to wake him up without making this awkward. Then again, maybe there was no way you couldn’t make this awkward.

You moved your body and wiggled your arms to jolt him awake. “Iida, Iida!” you hissed out, and he moved his head with a soft mumble in response. A deep breath sounded before he slowly opened his eyes. “Are you…a-awake?” you asked nervously, and he nodded.

“Yes…” he replied, lowering his eyelids. “What is the matter?” You shivered at the sound of his raspy voice. “Uh…y-you um…” How could you explain that his arms were wrapped around you? Sucking a breath in, you tapped his arm with your fingers.

“Hm?” He glanced down, and upon seeing the rather inappropriate position you were in, he immediately pulled his arms back. He stumbled out of the bed, and you jolted up when he hit the wall. “Iida!” you cried out, your eyes wide with concern and your hand extended in his direction.

“P-please accept my most humble apologies!” he frantically pleaded, placing his hands on his thighs, and bowing. His sleeping cap slipped off his head and fell to the floor. However, he resisted the urge to pick it up until you responded.

You blinked, and slowly pulled your hand back only to fist it into your hair. Your forehead still felt hot, but somehow you felt better than last night. Your cheeks burned red, and you glanced away, unsure how to respond to Tenya’s frantic exclamation.

“I-it’s fine,” you said softly before pulling the blanket back and hanging your legs over the side of the bed. “Um…t-thanks,” you said as Tenya leaned back up. “Hm?” he responded, looking at you despite your back facing him.

“F-for last night um…” you rubbed the back of your head, “I t-think it helped,” as talking things out usually did. He looked taken aback but smiled, ��I am very honored to have assisted you in such a way and I do hope to be of more assistance in the future,” yes, he wanted you to run to him whenever you had an issue.

But he supposed only time would tell whether that type of trust strengthened between the two of you and despite no longer being the class president, he still wanted to be your closest friend. You turned to look at him, slightly surprised before looking at the floor. “Oh um…s-sure, maybe?” you replied, standing up and stretching.

“I suggest we change our outfits and relocate to the lobby as breakfast is served promptly from 8 a.m. to 11 a.m. Then perhaps we can depart and resume this scheduled camping trip,” he said, reaching for his glasses and slipping them onto his face.

“R-right,” you replied, walking over to your suitcase, and laying it flat on the floor before opening it. You tapped your lips, deciding what outfit you wanted, unlike Tenya who more than likely already had something picked out.

As the two of you walked to the lobby, there was an awkward silence. Part of you wondered if it was your fault, and your anxious thoughts began. What does he think of you now? Is he going to look at you differently? You clenched your jaw, squeezing your eyes shut.

It was almost like something was about to burst out of you but then you heard a familiar voice. “Y/n!” Ashido called, running up to you. “Excuse me Iida!” she said, looping her arm through yours and dragging you away before you could say anything.

Out of instinct or panic, you held your hand out to Iida. However, due to his past experiences with Ashido, he thought it best not to interrupt whatever conversation she wanted with you. “Hey, Iida!” Uraraka called, she was currently sitting at one of the tables available in the lobby with Izuku.

He smiled and looked at you one last time before walking over. “How was your night with Y/n?” she asked when he approached. He paused, recalling last night's events, and cleared his throat. Uraraka tilted her head, noticing the flush on Tenya’s cheeks.

Izuku noticed this as well and they both exchanged a glance before Uraraka smiled. “What happened between you and Y/n last night?!” she questioned excitedly, and Tenya stiffened. “I…I believe I will gather my breakfast,” he stated, quickly walking away from the table and toward the breakfast area.

“Mm…” Uraraka pouted and scanned the room, easily spotting you and Ashido. “I’ll be right back,” she said to Izuku before walking away. “Your flushed face says everything! So, spill it!” Ashido shouted, raising her arms above her head. “Iida was flushing too!” Uraraka said, approaching your table.

You shivered when she turned to you and smiled. “Is everything okay between you two?” she asked suspiciously, and you shook your head. “N-no, I m-mean yes, I...I mean...” you groaned out of embarrassment. You took a breath, trying to gather your composure.

“I was just a-about to tell Mina t-that nothing happened just…” you rubbed the back of your head, glancing at your lap. “We just h-had a talk,” the girls leaned forward, eager to hear more. “A-and well…” you nervously chuckled. “I’m g-glad that he’s my f-friend.” Ashido sighed. “Seriously!?” she cried out, clearly disappointed.

Uraraka frowned and leaned closer to you. “Nothing happened between you two?” she asked, pouting. You nodded and shrugged, “Sorry?” you said before turning your head to look at Tenya who had gathered a plate of food, and happiness washed over you. ‘Yeah...just a friend’ you thought with a bright smile.

[wlwhq]

plots im vibing with rn (that may or may not be christmas-esque but also suitable for after the holidays) - muse list here for ur conveniences (:

evie bringing someone home to meet her mom aurora (maybe against her will, at aurora's persistence

celebrity x normal person relationship (maybe the celeb goes to the normie's hometown for xmas??? cute fluff???)

gay hallmark tropes -- grinchy businesswoman x cute small town girl???

THIS WHOLE POST???

i just want em all festive or not thx

[fkevin073]

Heyyy! I saw that you wanted to do a full fledged Jace x OC story and I was so happy because lately the Jace fanfic tag has been dryyy. I know that you said it would be for the AU for SPAWS that you recently wrote, but will it be exactly like the AU? or will there be some changes regarding the plot line because I feel like making Alysanne and Jace maybe enemies after driftmark as well as good childhood friends would be cool and add a lot of angst like it did with IKYLAO. I also feel like people are so afraid to write Jace as somebody capable of hating or being mean/rude and it makes him so one dimensional as a character. Omg I feel like I’m ranting now, you absolutely don’t have to listen to me because it’s your story and you should do whatever feels right for it!

ah thanks so much anon!

um, tbh, it's too early to tell, but I will say if I did write it I'd add A LOT to the story. like there were so many scenes I wanted to include in SPAWS that I didn't get around to writing bc the prompts would be way way too long for what I'm aiming for with that series.

I do love the childhood friends trope, but tbh I don't want to veer too close into IKYLAO territory, bc I delved so much in that. I think I'd be aiming for more pining from a distance vibes on Jace's part? I still need to come up with a new name for Alysanne or the 'oc' in this. alysanne in IKYLAO will always be the only alysanne for me, so I can't duplicate it. I'm leaning towards Valaena, like aegon the conqueror's mother, but if u have any suggestions anon I'd welcome them.

so the vibes for the story would be like Jace having a very intense childhood crush on "alysanne" but she's super close to aemond and also like intrigued by Jace (I've got this vision of them being made to dance with each other by their instructors during their lessons and the thought of Jace going to Harwin for advice makes me smile bc it's just too cute) because he's like, kinder than either of her brothers but also becomes her enemy bc of what he did to aemond. the trajectory is unclear!

but yeah, Jace is a lot more complex than I think people give him credit for, though he is still my precious cinnamon roll! like even though he's kind, honourable, etc, he still has plenty of frustration and resentment for a lot of people in his life, or so I think. like the knowledge that no matter how hard you try or how good/kind/just/smart/good of a fighter you are, it'll never be enough for everyone bc of something out of your control (his Stong looks) is bound to eat away at someone.

I'm also really intrigued by his feelings towards Alicent. I don't think it's something that's been explored often. like as much as he might grow to love "alysanne" and desire her and the family/kids they have together, he's very much aware that alicent is largely responsible for Harwin being sent away and subsequently killed/the persistence of the rumours of his parentage, and I think that creates a really complicated/interesting level of tension in his marriage. I mean alicent is still my most precious repressed lesbian, but still! there's a lot to explore there.

and also like - the knowledge that the woman you love/have been forced to marry is possibly plotting against you and your mother is also just a really complicated/delicious dynamic.

I think it's fun especially bc in IKYLAO, alysanne didn't have kids with aemond, so her loyalties were automatically to her family/Jace, bc she wasn't even next in line anyway. But Jace is. A stand against him is a stand against her own son, and in this AU, the fem OC will have Jace's son, so her loyalties are torn - her family, or her son? it's an impossible choice, but I think like rhaenyra says in SPAWS, the love for your children outweighs all else, and is also what eventually leads "alysanne" to become estranged from her entire family when aemond loses control of Vhagar and attacks Jace with the boys. I didn't have the time/space/energy to speak of it in this AU, but the paranoia alysanne felt was very real.

obviously daemon doesn't like her bc she supplanted his own daughter as Jace's future queen, but Otto doesn't want her to have Jace's kids either, so she can never fully trust either side of the family with her sons. not really. the only person who loves her kids as much as she does is Jace, which is a large reason why she falls in love with him in this AU in the first place.

lol sorry I'm rambling, but I do think there's a lot to explore for this AU! but yeah, if people have any suggestions for names, I'm totally down.

[tired-biscuit]

Okay, hear me out…

Since KibaHina are such a great ship, imagine Kiba CRUSHING after the soft spoken girl in his discussion class in a college AU. It’s more than likely a gen ed course, something that isn’t required for his major but that everyone has to take - like maybe Art? Which Kiba is not really good at lol, but this girl is. She is so good and Kiba always wants to tell her but after class, she is quick to put her headphones in, head down as she sprints from the room. He hasn’t had a chance to talk to her 😭.

But one day, he’s fed up. She just looks too damn good in her little black skirt and red lipstick, so he plops his butt in the chair next to her and initiates conversation. She’s flustered at first but this is Kiba we’re talking about, so he’s able to charm her into dinner. And then who knows 😏

ah!! i'm such a sucker for the soft-spoken girl x big, bad brute trope, so this is right up my alley, dear anon.

thoughts under the cut.

i can just see him leaning in further on her desk; chin propped up in the palm of his hand while he's smiling eagerly, giving her small nods of his head at everything she mumbles out. like really making sure that she knows that he's actually listening.

this man would be so persistent when it'd come to chasing after her and even more importantly: impressing her. i'm talking about him smelling extra nice and wearing his fancy sweater instead of the stupid varsity jacket when taking her out; chestnut hair looking so fine and ruffled in that 'proper' way cos of the gel and the embarrassing amount of touch-ups in front of the mirror that he'll never admit to her.

he talks smoothly and like a pro, even though his knee is shaking underneath the table the entire time. not because of the nerves, but because he's really focusing on what to say and how to keep the conversation going so that she keeps talking. he likes the way her face brightens up when she talks about things she's passionate about, so he makes sure to ask questions about her interests, even though he's more or less into sports and video games himself.

and he'd tease her so much, but like in a really nice, childish kind of way. and he'd always be smiling that stupid grin; alwaysssss!!

i think he'd be really considerate and take her on a couple of more dates before trying to initiate something more... intimate, cos he wouldn't want to risk scaring her away.

but yeah, that got me thinking about him absolutely destroying her insides after like date #6... like the first time they fuck is nice and sweet and lovely, and then cut to her lying on her stomach; sweating and moaning into the pillow while his big hand is wrapped around her forearm, pressing it against her lower back and pounding into her from behind like an animal while keeping her still with his strength and making her take it.

like all rough and tough, but still making sure she's enjoying herself during the really steamy, passionate, intense kind of sex. her moaning his name in a voice she, herself has never heard before and him telling her she looks so dreamy and how badly he's wanted this; how badly he's wanted her as she's crying out into the pillow from how good he's making her feel.

he'd just make her feel confident about herself. give her the real sex goddess type of vibe from how much he'd be into her 🥺✨

and i just know that if they ever got together, he'd be the best boyfriend. he'd order food instead of her, share headphones on bus rides, record her doing something cute, like while she's applying her lip balm in the mirror, and he's going: "daaaamn, who's this fine lady over here? you got a boyfriend or nah?" or some goofy shit like that as she'd blush and try to hide her face from the camera, even though she'd be smiling real big.

[the-lil-exorcist]

Background  Lilian “Lil” Ballard

Basic Information:

Full Name: Lilian Violet Ballard  Nickname(s): Lil  Age: 27  Date of Birth: December  12th , 1995 Born: Wicked’s Rest, Maine USA  Highest Schooling: Highschool  Nationality: American  Gender: Cis Female  Pronouns: She /Her  Sexual Orientation: Lesbian  Religion: Non-Religious  Occupation: Practicing Exorcist (Blacklisted from the Ghost Busters) Cashier at The Bread Cemetery  Languages Spoken: English, ASL, Korean, Mandarin Chinese, French, Italian  Languages Known (for lack of a better word she knows them but she’s not speaking them regularly but she can understand them with full Competence ): Latin, Ancient Greek, Sanskrit, Old Korean, Archaic Chinese Languages She Knows Somewhat  but she isn’t Fluent in: Aramaic, Arabic, Sumerian

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim: Moon Ga-Young Hair Color/Type: Black, straight. It is long and would hit just below her armpit. However  normally it is up in a ponytail or bun. It is very well taken care of. Eye Color: Brown Height: 5′5 Piercings:

two lobe piercings on each ear, 

an upper cartilage piercing on her right, 

 a tragus piercing on her left. 

A tongue piercing 

Tattoos:

A Crescent moon on the back of her neck

A half sleeve of flowers on her upper right arm. Example (x)

A small cat tattoo on her left wrist. Example (x)

A moth tattoo on her sternum. Example (x)

A small black bird on her left hip, matching with Jonas. The siblings in general have birds that they got together.  

A broken heart on her left ankle (near her heel), very shittily done. 

Scars:

A slash looking scar on her left hand. 

Small scars just below her bottom lip where she had lip piercings. 

A small scar on her right calf. 

Other notable features:

Her hands are calloused. 

She has a slit in her right eyebrow (not intentional, was the result of an eyebrow piercing) 

Her nails are usually painted black or gray, fairly badly. 

She almost always has her headphones around her neck if they aren’t currently playing anything. 

Always seems to smell like Petrichor and Medicinal Herbs.

Jewelry:

 A silver band on her right ring finger

A leather cuff on her left wrist about an inch thick 

simple jewelry in her ear piercings, silver balls most common. 

A necklace (described in weapons)  

Weapons: 

Her focus item is a necklace of her mothers that she got as a little girl . It’s silver and tarnished and usually hidden under her clothes. It has a locket, that when opened there is the inscription “I love you too the moon and back” and a picture of June and Lil when Lil was young. 

Bags of salt, Usually no bigger than her palm she usually keeps on her person. She usually has a few on her. 

A small bit of chalk for making circles on the fly. 

A hunting knife she usually uses to cut through things (i.e., ropes, caution tape) It was given (stolen) from her father. 

Health:

Sleeping Habits: She’s usually more tired than she will admit, and rarely gets a full nights sleep with her jobs. She tries not to physically exhaust herself, she’s bad at it. 

Eating Habits: Fairly balanced mostly thanks to Jonas. She cannot cook, but  she usually has snacks on her. 

Sociability: Socially anxious. Doesn’t quite know how to be sociable, and is prone to being unreasonable 

Drugs/cigarettes/alcohol: No, Yes (occasionally), Yes 

Mental Health: Anxiety, PTSD

Personality:

Label: The Reaper 

Positive Traits:  Persistent, Amiable, Heroic,  Trustworthy

Negative Traits:  Reckless, Stubborn, Over Protective,  Angry

Tropes :

 The Scapegoat

 Go through Me

 The Cute Bruiser 

Undying Loyalty 

 I am not my Father

Family:

Father:  Jacob Ballard, Exorcist  (Unknown) 

Mother:  June Ballard, Medium (Unknown) 

Sibling(s):

 Jane Ballard,  Demonologist  (Unknown) 

 Jude Ballard,  Exorcist  (Unknown) 

Jonas Ballard Twin, (Alive)

Other Family Members:

Uncle Charlie (Ballard), Exorcist (Alive) 

Tests and Other things 

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

MBTI: ISFJ

Enneagram: 1W2  (The Activist) 

Temperament: Sanguine 

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good 

Element: Air 

[starrydixon]

Crossbow 101

Era: Pre-Negan Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: other than some language, nothing but fluff!!

Summary: After much persistence from the reader, Daryl finally agrees to teach her how to use his crossbow.

A/N: Okay, I know this is a overdone trope but I thought it was a cute idea nonetheless and hope you enjoy reading!! <3 (also, the gif used is NOT mine, credit goes to the original creator!!)

Ever since you were a kid, you’ve always loved learning and trying new things. Whether it was learning about a new type of animal or trying a new sport, you were constantly expanding your knowledge and skills. Once you mastered one thing, you would instantly search for the next thing to learn. As a child, you often drove your parents crazy due to constantly switching after-school activities and sports, but your parents admired your yearning for adventure and not being afraid to try something new.

When the end of the world happened and walking corpses that had a hunger for fresh meat began to roam with the living, your need for learning never ceased. The things you could learn were limited to anything related to survival instead of leisure activities (like cooking or sailing), but there was still much to educate yourself with. You had memorized every single plant so you could recognize which ones were safe to eat, which ones were poisonous, and which plants could be used as natural medicine. For a few months, you had been Hershel’s apprentice at the prison and shadowed him, learning how to treat basic injuries and how to identify different infections. Somehow, you had even gotten a few lessons from Daryl on how to track people and animals in the woods and how to set traps for hunting.

You were quite proud with how versatile you had become with a variety of weapons, ranging from different types of guns, knives, swords, explosives, bow and arrows, and how to turn everyday objects into dangerous weapons. Despite knowing how to use a vast range of weapons, there was still one that you hadn’t been able to learn how to use yet, and it was slowly driving you mad.

A crossbow.

Since Daryl Dixon was the only person you knew who could use a crossbow, you had become quite persistent when asking him to give you a few lessons. He always declined, saying you were too weak in your upper body to handle the weight and kickback the crossbow would give when pulling the trigger, or claiming your lack of coordination skills would cause him to lose an eye. Although he had a point about your lack of upper body strength and coordination, you would call bullshit on his reasons, claiming he was just too possessive of his crossbow to let you use it.

“Come on, Daryl. What if I find myself stuck in a situation where my only way out is to use a crossbow?” You pointed out while, embarrassingly, following the archer around Alexandria like a lost puppy.

“That’s pretty damn specific, dontcha think?” Daryl suddenly stilled and spun around to face you, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. Due to his abruptness, you had almost collided into his back (not that you would have minded).

“Listen, nothing would surprise me nowadays…which is why I need to be prepared!” You stressed while placing your hands on your hips.  

“Woman, you’re gonna take my eye out if I ever let ya use my bow.” Daryl dismissed while resuming his walk around the premimider, looking out for any possible breaches.

“I’m gonna take your eye out if you don’t give me a lesson or two on how to use your bow.” You retaliated while squinting your eyes at the back of Daryl’s head. Scoffing, Daryl shook his head while keeping his sharp eyes on the sheet metal walls that protected the community of Alexandria from being overrun with walkers.

“I promise I won’t put a single scratch on your crossbow…scouts honor.” You declared while placing one hand over your chest and raising your other hand in mock pledge. Looking over his shoulder, Daryl rolled his eyes at your theatrics.

“You think I give a rats-ass about some scratches?” Daryl inquired with a scoff before stopping his paced strides and turning around to face you fully again.

“No…but I know you care about your precious bow.” You pointed out while dropping your hands back to your sides. “Please, Daryl? You know I won’t stop asking until you teach me.” Taking one step forwards, you stared up at Daryl with pleading eyes. You hoped that your dedication and seriousness for learning how to use his bow was being conveyed to the archer clearly.

Staring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest, Daryl was finding his once tough resolve crumbling due to the heartfelt look in your eyes. Completely unaware to you, since the archer always had a deadpan look on his face no matter the circumstance, Daryl always had a hard time maintaining his stoicness when it came to you…especially when you looked at him with your doe eyes.

“Fine…tomorrow mornin’ right at the crack of dawn I’ll show ya how to use my bow.” The archer caved reluctantly with a sigh as he ran a hand down his face in exasperation. 

You couldn’t contain the rather school-girl like squeals from erupting out of your mouth as you jumped up in the air in pure excitement. Uttering repeated thank you’s towards Daryl, you promised you’d meet him at the front gates of Alexandria the second the sun’s rays appeared over the horizon. Mumbling words you couldn’t make out under his breath, Daryl motioned you away dismissively with a wave of his hand, claiming he still had work to do and you were distracting him.

Shooting Daryl your brightest grin, you respected his wishes and parted away from him, eager to get back to your house and prepare for the following day. If you were being completely honest with yourself, another reason why you were adamant on having Daryl teach you how to use his crossbow was so that you had an excuse to spend one-on-one time with him, since you have been silently crushing on the archer for years now.

As Daryl watched your retreating form get smaller and smaller, a ghost of a smile twitched at his lips. The look of genuine happiness that filled your face the second he agreed to teach you how to use his bow seemed to be engraved in his memory, and the archer had to physically shake his head in order to get rid of the image. Eager to take his mind off you, Daryl turned his attention back at the task at hand and continued to pace around the perimeter of Alexandria.

-

“Where are we going, exactly?” You inquired curiously from behind Daryl as the two of you trekked through a section of the woods that was just outside the borders of Alexandria.

“Almost there.” Daryl mumbled to you absentmindedly as he pushed back a few tree branches that got in his way. You wanted to comment on the fact that he hadn’t answered your question, but the two of you suddenly emerged from the treeline of the forest, which revealed a field full of overgrown grass, weeds, and yellow goldenrod plants.

“A field…why are we in a field?” Although you enjoyed the peace that the deserted field brought, you were confused as to why Daryl had brought you here, since he was supposed to be teaching you how to handle his crossbow.

“Why do ya ask lots of questions?” Daryl raised an eyebrow at you as he began to walk along the outskirts of the field with a destination still in mind.

“Maybe if you answered my questions in the first place, I wouldn’t have to ask so many.” You retaliated while trying to keep up with his long strides. Scoffing, Daryl shook a few stray hairs from out of his eyes as a gentle breeze caused his dark locks of brunette hair to fly around his face.

“Ya don’t trust me or something?” Daryl’s head tilted to the side slightly at the thought while his sharp eyes scavenged the vast field for what he was looking for.

“It has nothing to do with trust…I just don’t see how being in a field that’s filled with nothing but overgrown grass is a place to teach me how to use your bow,” Pausing, you tucked a few loose strands of hair behind your ears in an attempt to stop the hairs from getting in your eyes. “Shouldn’t we be in the woods, using trees as targets or something like that?”

Stopping abruptly (something you noticed the archer had a habit of doing), Daryl turned to face you with a slightly irritated look on his face. Mentally, you began to kick yourself in the face for letting yourself ramble condescendingly for as long as you did.

“If you wanna learn how to use a crossbow so bad, then we’re doin’ it my way…’sides, I think I know more about all this than you, so ya shouldn’t be such a know-it-all.” Daryl scolded you before turning back around and continuing his walk.

“Sorry.” You found yourself mumbling in embarrassment as a warmth spread over the tops of your cheeks and over your chest.

After a few more moments of silence fell over the two of you, Daryl seemed to have found what he was looking for; a handmade stone fence that seemed to have been there for years, judging by the slowly crumbling structure. Approaching the wall of precisely placed rocks, Daryl shrugged his backpack from off his shoulders and began to pull out empty cans, placing each tin canister on top of the stone structure.

“You only got these cans to focus on out here...that way you won't be so distracted,” Daryl explained before pausing his movements and turning to look at you. “Plus, I got a better chance of keeping both my eyes.” Daryl attempted to joke lightheartedly before taking a few steps back from the fence, admiring the cans he had placed and making sure they were in decent positions. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his comment.

“Didn’t realize you had such little faith in me.” You teased the archer while shrugging your own backpack off your shoulders and placing it down on the ground in the overgrown weeds.

Wasting not another second of time, Daryl began to explain the basics of how to handle a crossbow by pointing to the different sections and telling you what each part did. Once it seemed like you had a good understanding of how the weapon worked, Daryl then let you get a feel for the crossbow in order to get used to the weight. Although it seemed like a light-weight weapon, you were surprised with how sturdy and heavy it actually was.

“It’s heavier than it looks.” You commented while carefully moving the weapon from one hand to the other.

“Mmm…it’s ‘cause of the add ons, like the scope and bolts. Doesn’t seem like much, but it adds up.” Daryl agreed before instructing you on how to hold the bow properly and where to position it.

As Daryl stood beside you, positioning his body in a sturdy stance and raising his arms up as if he was holding an imaginary crossbow, you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring the archer’s muscular biceps. You couldn’t exactly blame your eyes from wandering; Daryl was wearing one of his many sleeveless shirts so it was hard not to look at the bulging muscles. 

“You gotta be ready for the kickback once ya pull the trigger. It’ll send ya flyin’ if you dont position yourself right.” Daryl warned while looking at you, hoping that you were following his instructions.

Nodding your head in acknowledgment, you copied Daryl’s body language and instruction the best you could, considering you had zoned half of his instruction out due to being distracted by the archer beside you. Once Daryl deemed you as ready, he let you have a try at hitting one of the cans. Taking a deep breath in and then letting out a steady exhale, you squinted one eye into the scope that sat on top of the crossbow and made sure your feet were planted firmly on the ground beneath you before pulling the trigger of the bow.

Although you had a strong stance that prevented you from flying backwards due to the kickback, your aim could have been better, since the arrow whizzed by the can you were aiming at. Groaning in embarrassment, you lowered the weapon and placed a hand over your face as Daryl snickered quietly under his breath.

“That was awful.” The archer pointed out with an amused tone in his voice.

“Thanks.”

After a few more failed attempts at hitting at least one of the tin cans, Daryl began to notice that your stance and overall body position wasn’t placed in a more effective way. This prompted Daryl to take matters into his own hands and manually position your body and crossbow to the designated tin canister.

Your ears rang and your face heated up at the feeling of Daryl being so close to you. If you recalled correctly, the closest Daryl had even been to you was when you and the rest of the group had to cram up to one another to hold the doors of a barn shut in order to prevent walkers from coming in one stormy night. Although you should have been paying attention to the instruction that Daryl kept repeating to you, your attention was more focused on the feeling of his broad chest pressed against your back, his hand resting on your side, and his sleeveless arm being positioned just beside your head.

Oblivious to you, Daryl was feeling the same way. He didn’t know what had possessed him to get so close to you, since he wasn’t the biggest fan of being in close contact with people, but he found himself unable to pull himself away from you. Ever since Daryl first met you back at the quarry, you had piqued his interest, even though he had a hard time admitting that to himself. Shifting uneasily on his feet, Daryl tried to ignore the nervous sweat that began to drip down his back as he gently moved your arms in a better aiming position.

“Ready when you are.” Daryl husked against the side of your head in that gruff voice of his, which prompted you to snap out of your slight trance and refocus your attention on the weapon in your hands.

Squinting one eye in the scope again, you gulped as Daryl kept your aim steady with one hand, and your body still with the other. Your index finger hovered over the trigger for a few seconds as your heartbeat threatened to burst through your chest at the feeling of Daryl’s head practically resting against yours.

Pushing down on the trigger, the upper portion of your body jolted backwards against Daryl’s chest as the launched arrow cut through the air before hitting the center of the can and prompting it to fall off of the stonewall. Blinking in surprise, it took a few seconds for your brain to process that you had actually hit the target.

“I did it…I did it!” You found yourself shrieking in delight while jumping up in the air, proud of your achievement. Turning to face Daryl, he had a gentle look on his face as he watched you celebrate your victory while a ghost of a smile twitched at one corner of his mouth.

“I think I’m ready for stage two.” You declared proudly while placing both hands on your hips.

“Stage two?” Daryl raised a questioning eyebrow at you as he watched your once proud stance deflate slightly.

“Hunting for squirrels! I’m sure I can hit one right in the eye.” You expressed confidently while repositioning the crossbow in your hands. Daryl couldn’t help but scoff at your admission.

“How about you hit the rest of these cans without my help first, and then we’ll talk about huntin’ squirrels.” Daryl negotiated while motioning towards the remaining cans that were still lined up on the stone fence.

Sighing, you agreed with a nod of your head, knowing he had a point. Shuffling a few inches to the side in order to be stationed across the next can, Daryl watched you with a fond look in his eyes as you repositioned your body and arms in the way that he showed you. Although you had a long way to go before Daryl could even consider the idea of you hunting with his bow, he admired your determination and confidence and found himself looking forward to the continued lessons he was bound to teach.

[simpxxstan]

Butterflies in Your Eyes

one-shot pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: soulmate au, smut, angst, some fluff

summary: in a desperate effort to escape marriage arranged by your parents, you have fled your home to ensure that you never meet your soulmate. but can you escape fate?

word count: 5.1k

rating: 18+

warnings: cursing, hints at near-violence, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content

a/n: just cute content. going a little wild over yoongi these days, and cannot imagine anyone fitting the soulmate trope better than him. thank you for reading! :)) do let me know your feedback!

written for the bingo square "Butterflies" in the bingo card from @bangtanwritingbingo under the event BTS Bingo 2022!

The mattress had been scratching at your bare back all night. After sleeping in the same bed for six days now, why was the mattress suddenly acting up? Maybe, it was a sign from the gods. That you needed to move on. Suddenly, you shot up from your bed. A million thoughts filled your head, and you felt like you couldn’t navigate through your own brain. Nothing was clear, everything felt like it was choking you. Was dad on the verge of finding where you had been hiding? Were they already waiting for you downstairs? Had they sent the police or a detective after you? What was happening at home? Had a bounty been announced on your head? 

Everything felt wrong this morning. Starting from the intense pain in your forehead, a headache that seemed to persist through days and days, to these unending thoughts filling your brain, to the threat of your money running out. All the worries of the world had suddenly clamped down upon you, and nothing you did could ease your mind now. 

You slowly got off your bed, looking at the clock on the wall. It was slow by more than an hour, so you estimated that it must be around noon. You had kept no phone nor any electronic device with you when you had run away. Nothing but a few pieces of clothing, and some food. Not even your credit card. But you had taken a wad of notes from your brother’s cupboard, and that had been enough for the last three weeks. 

You knew that the money would eventually run out, but you hoped to stay undercover for the next week at least. A month after looking for you, your parents were bound to get tired of looking for you. Maybe they would never forgo their dreams of getting rich through you, and maybe never ever forgive you, but at least they wouldn’t actively look for you. You had kept aside some money to take a train across the country and a boat ride from there to one of the islands in the Pacific. Once there, you would be able to survive in isolation, and your parents would never bother looking for you beyond South Korea. 

There. That was it. That was the entire plan. 

Except, there was a tiny problem. In fact, two tiny problems. One was the constant itch on your back that seemed to irritate you even when you got off bed. And the second was the slowly disappearing money. Doomsday was here- you weren’t going to last even another week. You would have to travel somewhere as soon as possible and take up some kind of lowkey job. That would be the only way to still continue with your plan, but only in a delayed manner. 

Fuck the itch on your back. Fuck the money. Fuck everything in the world. You could smell hot ramen from the other side of the door, and your stomach growled. No, hunger couldn’t be controlled anymore. You had to go down to the basement and beg them to make a bowl of ramen for you too. If possible, for free. You weren’t sure how that would work out, but at least you should take a shot. 

Jez bore his eyes into you as you finished every tiny bit of your ramen, savouring the taste to the fullest. As soon as you put your bowl down, smiling softly, he barked, “Why do you want to leave?”

“Cause it’s not safe for me to stay here any longer.” You burped. 

“This is bullshit. This is paranoia.” 

“No, Jez. I’m barely 250 miles away from home. This is too close. They will find me.”

Jez rolled his eyes. His coloured tattoos were bright against the black shirt he wore. He had once trained to be an idol, but when he fell into an awful drug addiction barely two months before his debut, he could not recover. 

“This is still paranoia. You’re living, I hate to say this but it’s true, in a tiny inn in a village so far away from Seoul. Your parents don’t have that many contacts, nor do the police have that much patience. You’re safe here.”

“Jez, I… don’t know, honestly. The money’s also running out. I need to cross the sea as soon as possible.”

“Oh.”

There was an awkward silence in that brief moment. You knew exactly what he was going to say, and the moment he opened his mouth to say something, you stopped him, “And No. I won’t take any money from you. No loans. Please. I will never be able to re-”

“Who ever talked about loans?”

You gaped, your words stuck in your mouth, staring at the ghost of a smile lingering around his lips. “Huh?”

“I was thinking of hiring you as the barmaid. We really need one. With the fishing season starting, the night crowds at the bar are rowdy. And you’re one with a snappy mouth to keep the old buggers in control.”

You gaped harder, your eyes wide. You couldn’t believe what he had just said. You had seen the crowds in the bar. There was no way you would be able to handle them. Belonging to an upper class family, you had never even interacted with such rowdy people. Not that they were ill-meaning, but you had never seen such behaviour before. It would be a nightmare for you to try and control those crowds. 

“Listen, this is the perfect plan!” Jez was smirking, his eyes bore deep into your soul.

“No, Jez. This is not a plan. I’m not signing up for this.” 

“Cool. Pay up, and leave.”

You stuttered, “W-what?”

“Pay up for the two weeks you stayed in the attic. I’ve treated you well, haven’t I? Then I deserve the payment.”

You almost choked on your saliva. Barely three minutes ago you had told him about your cash running out. And now he had the audacity to ask you to pay up? Bloody men, one could never trust them. You had known Jez since you were five, until he left to train for his debut. Not blood related, but he had been more to you than any of your blood relations. And he chose this very moment to betray you and break his promises. 

“You know I can’t.”

You stared back at him, trying to read his hazed eyes. 

“And you know I won’t give up on what I deserve to get.”

“Well, I deserve that you keep your promise to me!” You nearly shouted, the waiter standing far away now turned to look at you. Gulping, you lowered your voice. “Jez, you had promised-”

“I had said that I’d keep you. Hiding you is in itself a big risk. You know very well that if the police turn up at my front door, my business is ruined, and I’ll be in jail.”

“Jez-”

“Stop trying to say you don’t have money. I’ve fed you and given you a room.”

“I’ve paid you for all meals!”

“Insignificant. When you ran away you stole money with you. Where did you spend it?”

“I couldn’t take much money!”

“Doesn’t fucking matter. Give me the due payment and get your ass out of my sight!”

“You bastard! Fucking loser! Liar!” You shouted back at him, trying to match his volume. “I trusted you with everything and now you say this to me. I can’t-” you had picked up the empty bowl and were about to drop it on his head. You were seeing red, as you always did when you were provoked into anger. 

He quickly caught your arm, standing up, so that he was taller than you. “See.” His voice suddenly dropped. 

You stared, too stunned by his sudden change in demeanour.

“You can handle the rowdy crowds.”

Shocked by his statement, you almost dropped the bowl, but he caught it, chuckling a little.

“You can handle anything with that fire, little one.” He smiled and patted your head. Then he walked past you and left, leaving you staring at your hands.

The events in the afternoon had still not sunk in for you. And yet you were, standing at the edge of the door leading to the bar and pub, wearing a neat fresh skirt and blouse. They were modest clothes, and Jez had constantly reassured you that the fishermen were nice old men who just wanted to look at a pretty young girl. They would not try to harass her. Still to avoid any possibility, you had chosen a loose skirt that did not show your curves at all, and a plain full-sleeved blouse with a neckline that revealed nothing except your defined collarbones. Your hair had been tied up in a ponytail, and some pink lipstick adorned your lips that were heart shaped and small in comparison to your face. 

You still didn’t know what you were getting into. After the entire, quite dramatic, discussion with jez, you had gone up to your room and thought much about it. Finally you realised that this was the best way for you to earn at the moment. If you needed to escape quickly, you would need all the cash at your disposal to ensure your plans were executed fool-proof. 

“Ready?” A face popped up next to you. It was Jez’s right-hand man, Kamal. He was not Korean, but a refugee from South Asia. His kind eyes were wrinkled up into a smile, and you nodded your head slowly but steadily. “Yes. Ready.”

The grand old clock in the inn struck eight, and the crowds rushed in through the doors in a loud cheer. You had no choice but to be ready. 

The evening passed into night pretty quickly. The old men were surprisingly easy to manage. Since it was your first night, Kamal was always by your side, helping you with the drinks and tips. The crowd was mostly males above the age of forty, tiny flecks of white hair whispering through their mane, some were older and had wrinkled foreheads. There was a television screen with some game going on, which was the source of entertainment for most of the people. As the game came to an end, the men were drunk enough to produce their own entertainment by singing and dancing in their drunken haze. They never made you feel uncomfortable, in fact you were apparently a reason for them to make more merry. Jez’s sales went up, and the tips came in nicely. Kamal said you could keep them. When the bar closed at three am, your ankles were tired but you smiled. The glinting coins and the merry evening had done much to improve your mood and keep your mind away from the constant worry of being found out. 

One night, two nights, three nights passed. You became more and more familiar with the customers, and started addressing them less formally. The drinks became smoother, your eyes shined naturally, your skirt became less loose and your blouse less stern. 

Then came the fourth night. 

All was going well. The crowds were filling in like usual, the small inn smelling of sweat, alcohol and fish. It was nearly eleven at night, the game was just at its climax ending, when a man walked in through the doors. He was dressed unimpressively, his white blazer hanging loosely over his broad shoulders and far thinner body, a mop of black hair falling on a very fair face, short but enigmatic enough for you to notice him. He didn’t walk up straight to the bar initially. He walked slowly, as if he was being drawn by something but he was taking his time to reach it so as to draw out the anticipation. The way he was dressed, he looked like someone in his early thirties who had come to visit this small town for some business purpose and would be leaving soon. Sad. It would probably be the first and last time you would see a young face in the crowd. 

Once he had glazed his eyes over the crowd of old fishermen gaping and cheering at the television screen, he let his eyes wander to you. You had been looking at him all this while, and when he locked eyes with you, you were instantly embarrassed and blushing. You looked down for a second, busying yourself with some bottle of wine that was now empty, and then again when you looked up, you saw that he had walked up closer to the bar. With little effort, he sat on the bar stool, right in front of you. “One whiskey, on the rocks, please.” You looked straight back at him, managing a tiny smile. One which he did not return. His entire personality looked much more brooding up close. His bright skin and white formals did nothing to mellow the obsidian of his eyes which were deep and intense. 

You poured out his drink, plopping in the ice from the bucket. He was busy looking at the game, just like the rest of the crowd, and you took this opportunity to look at his side profile. “Here you go.” “Thank you.” His voice was deep, raspy and soft. It made your flesh tingle. 

You did not know his name, all you knew that he was not a slight bit drunk even after drinking three glasses of whiskey. When the game ended, a few older gentlemen came over to the bar. They were already drunk on their cheap brandy, and they struck up a conversation with this man. Simple small talk, like what was a young man like him doing in this small town, where did he work, what was he drinking, where had he come from, and so on. You had half expected him to continue his cold attitude with them, but surprisingly, he was all smiles and soft chatter with them. His voice was generally not loud, but had this edge to it that sounded like he could cut through you. Thankfully he was not looking at you at all, else he would have caught you staring at him multiple times. You almost dropped a glass of beer in the distraction. But at least the old fellows had someone to entertain them. 

And entertained they were. Generally when midnight struck, many would head home. But when this man was telling stories of his adventures and travels, hardly anyone could leave their seats. Drinks were in unlimited supply, Jez was grinning from ear to ear. Giving the man a bro-handshake, the former asked him something in his ear, the chatter in the room too loud to allow you to hear him. Jez smiled and pointed in your direction… but it was also the path to the washroom. You sighed, and went back to your work. 

You did not notice when he checked you out from head to toe on his way to the washroom, gently wondering what you had looked like before you had donned these country outfits. 

It was three at night, more like three at dawn. Min Yoongi had stepped out of the inn to smoke a cigarette. The town had quite obviously fallen asleep, save the few lights shining in the inn. As he breathed a mixture of the smoke and the night air, moonlight shining down on him, he thought of the one reason he had come to the inn. He dropped his cigarette, stamping over the burning butt, and walked back inside to finish his unfinished task. 

He saw you cleaning up the bar. It was probably time for you to wrap up for the day, as most of the crowd had disappeared, only a few drunkards lying here and there. Now, there was just you and him. 

He walked up to the counter, looking you straight in the eye. Over the night, he had drunk enough but not too much so that he didn’t get tipsy. “Could I get a scotch and soda?” You looked up at him, mildly surprised. “Aren’t you done yet?” You laughed out a little, while pouring him out the drink. 

“Pour one out for yourself, Y/N.”

You looked at him again, surprised. How did he know your name? As if he could read your mind, “I heard Jez calling you Y/N today.”

“But I don’t know your name.”

“Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

“Hi, Yoongi.”

“Go on, the drink’s on me.”

“Umm, but-” You hesitated for a second, then poured out one for yourself too. You really needed it. You did get tipsy a little too fast, but that won’t be a problem. It was just one drink.

Drinking with Min Yoongi was all whispers and sarcasm. He had a dry sense of humour, and as you grew tipsier, you giggled more often, encouraging him to continue his stream of jokes. The two of you joked about the crowd at the bar, about Jez and his inn, his life, small remnants of your life, the weather, the government, even the latest K-drama that had been airing that week. Talking to Min Yoongi was easy, words fell smoothly off his pink lips like honey, and his voice was like music to your ears-

“Did you just kiss me, Y/N?”

You moved back, shocked at your own actions. The alcohol was finally allowing you to loosen up and do what you had wanted to do for the last five hours. You were never this bold, but something about Min Yoongi drew you in like nobody else. You’d probably never see him again. And the way he was looking at you, he would probably not mind. 

Except, he did seem to mind. His face grew darker, his eyes hooded, his face flushed. “Y/N-ah.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause you trouble-”

He bent over the counter to kiss you back, shutting you off from what you were about to say.

“You’re making me too hard to resist, huh?”

Smirking, he kissed you again, which slowly deepened. You both bended towards each other, your waist hurting, but his hands on your jaws, cupping you in his large warm palms, made it all easy to forget. “Yoongi” you breathed, “We can go up.”

He drew back, slowly taking in your flushed face and swollen lips. Clearly no one had kissed you like this before. He smiled, his confidence and excitement slowly rising. “If you’re sure.” 

Of course you were sure. You had never been surer in your life that when you sat down on Min Yoongi’s lap on your single bed. His blazer was off, and your blouse had been fully unbuttoned. He was sucking and biting hickeys into your cleavage, letting you unclip your bra, and let it fall off your breasts as you bared your chest to his hungry gaze. 

It was a sight that made him wild, and Yoongi repeatedly thanked his stars. Keeping your hands on your hips, he let you grind into his crotch slowly, as he felt himself growing harder. Your boobs hit his face as you struggled to keep up a good pace, and he smiled into them while making kitten licks all over your areola. Every time he ended a lick with a tiny nip, your body shivered, and it drove him mad. 

“Yoongi, I’ve not done this before.”

Great, you had chosen to confess this right when he had started thinking of how he could fit his cock between your breasts. Yet you continued to grind into him, your hips moving against his.

“Do you want me to show you?”

You gasped in his ear as he began biting near your neck, “Yes! Show me!” 

You made breathy sounds as he laid you down on your bed, gently taking off your skirt and panties in the process, leaving you naked all at once. It felt a little weird, you felt a little shy, but it was oddly familiar. You had never felt more comfortable in your life. And as Yoongi drew little circles over your thighs rising slowly to the place where all your heat and pain had been gathering, he whispered sweet praises of how beautiful you were. 

Those were probably due to the alcohol. 

Min Yoongi had never seen someone looking so delicate and beautiful while his face was lying between their legs. You shivered and squirmed every time he used his tongue to lap up your slick and drive his tongue through your folds. He was determined to make you come using only his tongue, leaving his fingers enclasped in your hands, holding you down gently so that you did not squirm too much. Your moans and his breathless whispers were all the sounds in the room, and to be honest, this was better than any music he had heard. 

And you did come over his tongue, directly spewing all of your sweet cum on his tongue as he sucked and lapped you clean like a kitten lapping milk. “Yoongi!” Your hands were in his hair, your chest rising and falling with each heavy breath you took. “Hmm, baby?”

“I need you to help me…”

He jerked up, staring at you. Were you asking him to stop? Had it been too much for you? Were you uncomfortable?

“Help you?”

“I need you to enter me, right now, Yoongi. This fucking pain is killing me!” 

Sighing, he smiled, his gummy smile revealed. As you blushed harder at his smile, you looked down at him. His shirt and pants were still intact. You reached out to unbutton his shirt, while he took off his pants. In a second, he was left in his boxers, his erection quite evident. For someone who had never had sex before, the exhilaration from seeing him like was enough to make you come. 

He slowly peeled off his boxers, gripping his dick in his hand. It was not too long, but thick and pink, and it looked just as desperate to satisfy your need as you wanted it. “Yoongi, please?” 

“Yes, baby, since you asked so nicely-” 

He didn’t even wait for two minutes. He thrust in directly and never looked back.

You were finally tired after two more orgasms and had passed out on Yoongi’s broad chest. But he wasn’t asleep. He was wide awake as he saw the first rays of the sun enter the room through the window panes. His mind was full of a variety of thoughts that he needed to sort out. But having you naked on his chest, your scent filling his nose, was not helping. 

Yoongi had learnt only three days ago that you were his soulmate. He had been staying in this town for the last week due to a building his company was planning to build in the town, an effort to upgrade this busy but underdeveloped fishing town. The building would be the precursor to setting up an export centre there, and profits would roll in easily. He had seen you in the market on the very first day that he had arrived. You had been wearing a tank top, and your back was visible. And on it, was visible the inches of your slowly emerging tattoo. 

The tattoo of a butterfly. 

Min Yoongi knew it too well. It had appeared on his back too, at the exact same spot, precisely three years ago, when he had turned twenty years old. 

And that was how, purely by accident, Min Yoongi had found his soulmate. 

That was the reason why he had mustered up courage to enter the bar on a busy Friday night. Being the older and more mature partner in the relationship, he was bound to feel a stronger affection towards you. You had probably not even realised that you had developed your soulmate tattoo. But Yoongi had been waiting for you for way too long. He had to tell you. 

Being soulmates, you could never reject him. Everyone wanted to settle down with their soulmates as soon as possible in order to lead an orderly life within society. He was sure that with his decent amount of wealth, and his fairly decent looks, you would not turn him down. 

It had taken him all night to find an excuse to talk to you. And when he did, he fell for you harder and harder. Yoongi had only heard about soulmates who fell in love at first sight. Today he had experienced it as well. 

The confession was on the tip of his tongue, when he asked you, “And what is a pretty girl like you doing in this tiny town?”

You had giggled and said, “I’m running away from my Appa. I can’t let him get me betrothed to my soulmate.”

And in that instant, all his plans had been ruined. 

You would never accept him. The reason why you had run away from your home was because you were not ready to marry your soulmate yet. How could he, at this time, tell you that the reason why he had come to meet you was because you were his soulmate?

That’s when you had kissed him, and thankfully the night had diverted into something else. Something that he had momentarily enjoyed, but when he realised that you would probably never do this again with him, his heart broke into a million pieces. 

You woke up to the sunlight pouring in through the windows, and Min Yoongi standing in front of one of the windows, his hands on his hips, lost in thought. Your head was dizzy but you smiled at him, remembering all the memories of last night. 

“Yoongo-aah,” you called for him. 

“You’re up!” He smiled at you, his face glowing. 

He gently picked you up and kissed you, while you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes!”

In the morning light, Yoongi’s features were more prominent. As he walked the two of you to the tiny washroom that you called your own, his back facing the mirror, you noticed a soulmate tattoo on his back, right below his left shoulder. 

He was busy humming a tune, when you said, “You’ve already found your soulmate?”

Locking eyes with you, he said, “Not yet.”

“So you’re not cheating on them, are you?”

“No, Y/N.”

You stroked your fingers over his tattoo, gently marking its outline. 

“Y/N…”

You could feel his breathing getting heavier. “Hmm?”

“Have you got your soulmate tattoo yet?” 

“Me? Nah, I don’t think so. I mean, unless I got it in the last few days when I’ve been living here and haven’t paid any attention to myself, I don’t-”

Your voice trailed off. He had turned you around, to make your back face the mirror, and slowly you turned your face. What you saw made your jaw drop. It was the replica of the tattoo you had just seen on his back.

“Yoon…”

“Yes?”

You looked at him. “You knew? Is that why you’re here? Has Appa sent you here?” Your voice became shriller with every sentence, until you were out of his arms and on the floor.

“No, Y/N. If you’ve developed your tattoo here, how would your father know how it looked and find me?”

You stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Then… how?”

“I didn’t know until I saw you that day, in the market. You were wearing a tank top, the tattoo was quite visible.”

There was a dead silence. You could feel that the air was getting more difficult to breathe. 

“Y/N, please calm down. I don’t want you to get worried-”

“Get worried? Do you know what this means?”

“No, I don’t. But if this is about your father, then you should not think about him. Please think about yourself first.”

“Min Yoongi, are you rich?” The question took him off-guard.

“Yes, well, you could say so.”

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath.

“That’s a problem?” He looked at you wide-eyed.

“No. I mean, yes. So…” you bit your lip, the hesitation to trust him clear in your eyes.

“Go on.”

“When I was young, an astrologer told my father that I had a very rich soulmate. Since then he’s taken loans and wasted his money in the hope and dreams of a rich child-in-law.”

“And you have a problem?”

“I don’t have a problem with a rich soulmate, of course. It’s just that… this year I turned twenty. Since then, my parents have tried every hack to make me meet my soulmate. Random blind dates and what not. That’s why I ran away. I don’t want to be married so early just for them to suck off the wealth of my soulmate.” You had a frown on your face, that looked so adorable that Yoongi had no option but to smile. 

“There’s a very simple solution, Y/N.”

“There is?” you looked up at him, hopefully. 

“We don’t get married now. We can wait for as long as you want to stay away from your parents. When you’re ready to marry, we’ll marry. I will wait.”

“But why did I find you so early!”

“That is beyond our control. It’s written in our fate- when we will find our soulmate. I met you at twenty four, you met me weeks after your soulmate tattoo was born.”

“Yoongi…” You hugged him at the waist, basking in his warmth.

“I really like you, Y/N. And, haha, I am twenty four and I’ve been looking for my soulmate for a long time. Now that I have found you, I really don’t want to let you go. So please don’t abandon me…”

You looked up at him, your eyes watering. In such a short span of time, you felt like you could trust him implicitly. You had fallen for him, hard. For his rough looks, and porcelain skin. For his honey tone and raspy voice. For his smartness and wit. For the comfort he was providing you right now, and for his understandingness. 

Thank God your soulmate was someone like Min Yoongi.

“I will never abandon you, darling.” You stepped on your toes and kissed his forehead, before hugging him tightly again. You were never fucking letting him go. 

[tellerluna-stories]

a rose for rashomon.

PAIRING: akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader

GENRE: sfw. meet-cute, a liberal twist on the florist x tattoo artist trope (it’s now florist x mafia member LOL.) strangers to something more, perhaps?

TW/CW: teensy mention of blood towards the end, but that’s it

A/N: ok so i found this lying abandoned in my drafts and was like ‘yeah this is pretty fun let’s refurbish it!!’ it was initially supposed to be a longer story with multiple chaps but i kinda,,, forgot it existed and left it there for almost a year,,,, aNYWAYS i just thought it would be fun to have akutagawa and flowers bc pretty flowers are for pretty people!!! as with all fics involving flowers, there is flower language here so if you understand what it means then,,, ;D

“A flower for you, good sir?"

The question was poised so innocently and sweetly, hanging in the air like an airy thread of silk. It was a question that Akutagawa rarely heard from the florists of Yokohama, who watched over their wares like dragons guarding gold, and it was certainly not a question that would be directed at him, of all people.

"Do I seem like the kind of man who would be interested in flowers?" He asked dryly; surely, you were some sort of newcomer to Yokohama who hadn’t heard of the reputation that the city held. There was no way you could not recognise the distinct aura of the influence of the Port Mafia— the distinct aura of its bloodthirsty Mad Dog, to be precise.

Completely unfazed, you gave him a cheeky smile from behind baskets filled with blooms of various sizes and colours. "Who doesn't like flowers, sir? And if you’re allergic to them, why, I’ve got fake ones too."

"They merely wither away and die after a few days, so it seems to me that they aren’t that much use. Good day." Akutagwa’s tone was cold and reserved, the sort of tone of voice one used with persistent salesmen who couldn’t take the hint; with that bleak answer you would see him as disinterested, and that would be the end of the matter. He turned away, ready to forget about this encounter and prepare himself for the next day, and the next day, and the next—

A pair of gardening scissors flew past his ear faster than he could anticipate, grazing it ever so slightly.

"I’ll have you know that there happens to be many uses for flowers, sir."

With a pair of shears in one hand and a rose in the other, you smiled amiably as you approached Akutagawa. "The world is certainly a cruel and evil place, and we humans have to find ways to make it more bearable to live in. For some it is art, and for others it is books." The sound of your shoes echoed as you came to a stop before the young man, the sharp blades of your shears gleaming wickedly in the light of the setting sun. "And for me, it just so happens to be flowers."

Rashomon writhed within the shadows of his coat in a horrifying mixture of fear and anticipation; was this a worthy opponent that the beast could devour today? Akutagawa himself could feel the blood rushing, his muscles aching for a fight. Every cell in his body began to ask the same, almost ridiculous question— would defeating this florist prove his strength?

But no; despite its brutal methods and practices, the Port Mafia avoided civilian casualties as much as possible. You hadn't technically hit him yet, so there was no proper reason to kill you.

Which meant he just had to provoke you into making the first move, if he really wanted to fight you.

"And what part of you loving flowers justifies throwing a pair of scissors at my head?" Akutagawa replied bluntly, stepping forward to meet you head-on.

"You may shame my name, and you may shame my family. But please,” You shook your head, a look of mock-pity crossing your features. “Do not shame my flowers, good sir. They are all I have in this big, lonely city."

"....How interesting."

The beast squirmed even more feverishly in the folds of black cloth, its jaws yearning for a worthy opponent to devour; it seemed that Rashomon had also come to the conclusion that you were no ordinary florist.

“Well, the day is over, and I must tend to my children lest they wilt overnight.” You said cheerily, putting the shears down next to a potted shrub. “Oh, but before I forget. This one’s for you.”

He tensed up, ready for some sort of surprise attack; but no, you merely slipped the rose into his hand, closing his fingers over it with your other hand. Its thornless stem felt fragile, the vibrant red of its petals such a different hue from the crimson that usually adorned Akutagawa’s hands— it felt almost wrong for someone like him to hold something so delicate.

“It was nice chatting with you, sir.” A sly smile curved on your lips as you leaned close, your eyes a deep well full of secrets that Akutagawa could not fathom. “Perhaps if you come next time, you can tell me if flowers are really as useless as you think. They can communicate in ways no human can— ability-user or otherwise.”

[wttcsms]

♡ | forever golden — series masterlist.

PAIRINGS tooru oikawa x f!reader CONTENT CONTAINS childhood friends, friends to strangers with a history to lovers, older brother’s best friend trope, slowburn (no. srsly. the wait is going to be agonizing.), reader is iwa’s little sister, age gap (~5 years), (no, oikawa doesn’t view you romantically for a long time + when he does, it’s very well during the time skip), miscommunication, longing, mutual pining, idiots in love, eventual smut (yeah, you’re gonna have to read it for the plot), first time, virginity loss, corruption kink (well, now things just seem depraved!), fluff WORD COUNT to be determined...

SYNOPSIS everything is going fine: you just graduated with your first degree, you get to work alongside your older brother for the 2021 olympics, and you think now might be the perfect time to finally jumpstart your dating life (atsumu miya certainly seems cute...).

there's no time for you to think about torn acls, shattered dreams, and the fact that this was never your original goal in life. and there's certainly no time for you to worry about tooru oikawa, the boy who practically grew up in your house now turned into the man who poses as your team's fiercest competitor. you definitely don't have the free time to remember how he's the first boy who ever had (and subsequently broke) your heart. or that the two of you went from practically joined at the hip to total strangers for the past four years. you don't even bother wondering why he suddenly wants to repair the broken bond between you two, and you totally don't give in to him (except for the times that you do... which is almost all the time). 

yeah. everything is going fine.

CONTENTS

[ACT I: TORN, TARNISHED, TATTERED] ━━━━━━━★━━━━━━━ you are a language i am no longer fluent in but still remember how to read. ashe vernon

i forgot that you existed — taylor swift rockland — gracie abrams heat waves — glass animals mr. perfectly fine (taylor's version) — taylor swift i miss you, i'm sorry — gracie abrams sports — beach bunny talk to you — ricky montgomery this december — ricky montgomery still into you — paramore 

♡ I. fine (or, close enough, anyway) ♡ II. persistence is a bitch (history, even more so) ♡ to be determined...

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[lostinthewiind]

Hey heyy, since u accept requests and I absolutely fell inlove with your Asahi x flirty reader, I wanted to ask if you could write something similar with Aizawa or Kaminari or both if you're up to it. 👀👀 When reading your post I realized that I absolutely love the idea of bold and flirty girls with guys who aren't used to being showered with love. :)

I Know You Care

A/N: Okay so first of all, thank you so much for requesting my first ever BNHA fic; I am very excited! Secondly, I am going to choose Aizawa because I LOVE that man (although Kaminari is such a baby bean and I would love to write this trope with him as well!)

Rating: PG

Warnings: pushy flirting

Hearing the door to the staff room squeak open, the hinges only getting worse as days passed and they were long forgotten by the custodial staff, you looked up from the papers you were grading and flashed a welcoming smile at whoever had entered. When you noticed it was Aizawa, looking as exhausted and annoyed as usual, you didn't bother saying anything.

Turning your attention back to the paper at the top of the stack in front of you, you let out a sigh and continued skimming over the paper, placing green checkmarks for correct answers and red Xs for incorrect ones.

As usual, Aizawa didn't bother to really acknowledge your presence. Sitting down at the opposite end of the staff room table, he leaned back in his chair, folded his arms across his chest, and closed his eyes. Before long, his breathing had slowed and he was fast asleep.

You chuckled to yourself, still completely baffled with how quickly and easily that man could fall asleep just about anywhere. But then again, his entire personality baffled you—he was an enigma that you just couldn't figure out, no matter how hard you had tried.

When you had first started teaching at UA High School just over a year and a half ago, the man with long black hair and a permanent scowl had interested you greatly. You weren't sure what it was about him, exactly, that had drawn you to him, but you were hooked from the first moment you saw him and had been ever since. You'd started subtly flirting with him in passing, hoping he would catch on—but he didn't and he still hadn't, despite the fact that your flirting was nowhere near subtle anymore.

As the lunch break neared its end and you had just about gotten through your work, Aizawa shifted in his seat and slowly woke up, as if his body had an internal alarm clock that automatically woke him up just before he was supposed to head back to his classroom.

"Good nap?" you asked, eyes never leaving the paper you were holding. You knew better than to try and interact with him when he had sleep in the forefront of his mind, so you always waited until after he woke up to begin pestering him. At this point, you found enjoyment from his unbothered reactions that he played up in order to hide how flustered he really was.

Aizawa just grunted, his eyes blinking the sleep away as he sat up.

"You look so peaceful when you sleep," you told him as the corners of your lips curled up into a smirk. This time you did look at him, but only for a moment. "Some might even say cute."

Aizawa rolled his eyes. By now, he was used to your never-ending compliments. "Some, huh?"

"Yeah." You nodded. "Not me though. I would say you look . . . well, it's not exactly high school appropriate."

Aizawa's lidded eyes widened a fraction. Most people probably would have missed the reaction altogether, but you had learned over the many months together and knew where to look. "I don't know what you're talking about." He cleared his throat roughly.

"I could enlighten you if you so wish," you said. "Over dinner, maybe? Drinks?"

Aizawa just shook his head disapprovingly at you. "How long are you gonna keep asking me out?"

"Until you say yes," you answered truthfully.

"Why are you so damn persistent?"

"Because I like you." You graded the last paper and placed it back in the stack. "And despite your nonchalant demeanour and constantly insisting that you don't, I think you like me too."

Aizawa almost laughed at that. Almost. "And what makes you think that?"

"Because every day at lunch, I'm in here working. And every day, I ask you out again." You smiled sweetly. "And every day, you come in here knowing that. But still, you return the next day. And the day after that. I'm starting to think you just like the attention."

"That's absurd," he scoffed.

"Say what you want." You shrugged as you stood up from your chair, collected your papers, and headed for the door. On your way out though, you stopped next to him. "Just know that I'll still be here . . . whenever you are finally ready to accept that someone actually cares about you."

As you turned to leave, a hand reached out and grabbed you by the wrist. "You care about me?" You could tell the words came flying out of his mouth before he had a chance to process them because when you looked back at Aizawa, there was the faintest dusting of pink across his cheeks. This was something you had never seen before and it made your heart flutter.

"I've been making that pretty obvious, yes." You spun back around to face him, and even though you made no move to leave again, he kept his fingers wrapped around your arm.

He huffed and averted his gaze. "There's a big difference between caring and being interested in someone."

"Hmm." You considered what he was saying. "Not for me."

Chuckling softly, you slipped your arm through his grip before taking his hand in yours. "If I didn't care, I wouldn't lower the blinds every time I come in so that the afternoon sun doesn't shine in your eyes when you're trying to sleep."

Aizawa's breath caught in his throat and his eyes flickered over to the blinds, which were indeed lowered to block out the sun. "You do that?" He stared up at you from his seat, eyes wider than you had ever witnessed. "Every day?"

"Every day." You nodded. "Unless it's cloudy outside and there's no sun out, of course. Is that enough to prove that I care? Or should I also tell you that I restock your classroom with your favourite pens every month? Or that I offer to take detention duty whenever Principal Nezu mentions asking you?"

Aizawa was truly speechless, and he only become more flustered when you leaned in close, face inches away from his.

"And you wanna know how I know that you care about me too?" you asked. Aizawa nodded slowly. "I know that you restock the staff room with my favourite brand of coffee whenever it gets low because I haven't bought a new bag in months but I never seem to run out."

Aizawa averted his gaze once more, a sure-fire sign that you had caught him out. "How do you know that it's me?"

"Aside from the fact that you're blushing right now?" you teased. "The receipt was stuck to the bag one time and I know you bought it from that store that's right beside your apartment."

"Could have been anyone."

"Yeah, but it wasn't, was it?" You moved a hair's width closer, your lips ghosting over his now, but if this was going to happen, he was going to have to commit and make the first move.

Aizawa gulped. "N-no, it wasn't."

"So you do care about me?"

"I never said that."

"Shōta, if you don't want this, just tell me and I'll leave right now," you whispered before giving him a few seconds to respond, but he never did. "If you do want this, however, you need to make it more obvious; because as much as I do care about you, I'm not about to chase after someone who doesn't want me as much as I want them. And if we-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Aizawa had leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. It was soft and gentle and not how you imagined kissing him to be like at all, but somehow, it was even better.

Just then, the bell rang, bringing an end to lunch and ushering in the beginning of the first afternoon class.

"You talk too much," he told you, but you didn't miss the hint of a smile on his face.

Straightening up, you took a moment to gather yourself before turning toward the door. "If you want me to talk less, you should kiss me more." With that, you exited the staff room, heart swelling in your chest and an uncontrollable smile spreading from ear to ear.

Hopefully, Aizawa would return to the staff room tomorrow at lunch as well. And again the day after that.

[cantaloupe-draws]

El Chico del Apartamento 512

Irl! Quackity x Female! reader

Summary: Nothing interesting ever happens in the apartment complex you live in. It’s the same old routine for you. Constantly turning down your neighbor and heading too and from your apartment. Well that’s up until you meet the very cute boy that lives in apartment 512 that you can never seem to gather the courage to talk too. To make make matters worse, he shows up to the cafe you work at

Switches from Reader’s s POV to Quackity’s POV at the very end

Genre: Song fic, fluff, somewhat cafe trope, strangers to lovers, crushes

Warnings: use of Quackity’s real name, creepy neighbor, cursing, and I think that’s about it

Song :El Chico del Apartamento 512 by Selena

Lyrics are in bold

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Every day is the same down the corridor

Every day it’s the same old thing. I pass the same old doors as I make my way towards my own at the end of the corridor. Counting the room numbers as I pass.

“508, 509, 510,-“ I count and but as soon as I reach room 511 the door suddenly swings forward and I’m greeted by both a whistle and Chad, my neighbor.

“Y/n baby I keep on waiting for you to go on a date with me like you promised,” Chad said as he stood in front of his door frame, right arm resting on the door. “I need to show you around town,” he said with a smirk as he rested his face on his fist.

I scoffed as I moved away from him, “The only thing you need right now is an urgent shower. You stink like a pig and it’s absolutely disgusting. Besides, I never promised you anything” I said, trying to continue on my way, but Chad just kept getting more and more persistent with every rejection. His nagging was getting annoying.

“Come Y/n I’ll take you to this bar across town, I’ll even pay for your drinks” he kept persisting.

You would think that any decent guy that’s asking you out on a date would obviously pay for them himself. It’s a given but this is Chad we’re talking about. I was sick of his terrible date ideas and I had to face him once again.

“Listen, I don’t know how many times I’ve told you this and how many times I’ll have to repeat it but, I don’t want to go on these stupids dates with you,” I told him as I rejected for what seemed to be the millionth time. And as soon as I said that the door beside us swung open.

Out came a young man wearing a navy blue cap that was covering almost the entirety of his hair but still managed to expose small tufts of dark brown hair from the sides. He looked up at the predicament Chad and I were both in and I was able to get a good look at him.

He had almond-shaped eyes that were a dark brown color and had various beauty marks scattered around his face. He was attractive. Very VERY attractive. Oh no I’m in deep shit, I thought to myself as I quickly turned away when I felt that I was staring at him for too long. He turns away from us and heads towards the elevator doors.

I stayed stunned for a few moments then turned to face Chad again, completely red in the face, dumbfounded, and at a complete loss for words. But before Chad could get another word out I quickly rushed to my apartment and leaned my back against the door once I got inside. My heart is beating fast and my chest feels tight and constricted. I quickly got myself a glass of water from my faucet and though it helped with my fast heart rate, it didn’t help the butterflies swarming around in my stomach. It might sound crazy but I think I’ve just met the man of my dreams.

Ever since then, I’ve made sure to take my sweet time walking down the corridor in hopes to see the cute boy from apartment 512 again. I’ve gone as far as to purposely make small talk and fake my interest in Chad in hopes to see him once more.

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The boy from apartment 512 the one who makes my poor heart beat fast.

I walked into the elevator quickly pressing the button towards the first floor when I heard someone yell “HOLD THE DOOR PLEASE!”

Loud footsteps came barreling towards the elevator. The yell of itself was enough to get my blood pumping but, to make matters much worse it was the cute boy from apartment 512 who was coming towards me.

“Thank you so much,” he said out of breath once he got inside. He offered me a smile of gratitude as the elevator doors closed. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing a cap this time but, instead he was sporting a grey beanie with red and blue stripes.

‘He’s the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my entire life’ I internally screamed to myself.

“Yeah, no problem” I responded quietly in hopes I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.

Even if there weren't more than two pieces of dialogue uttered between us, it was enough for my heart to beat faster than the speed of light.

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The boy from apartment 512 who causes me to stutter like I've never done before.

I was manning the cashier station at the cafe I worked at. It was filled to the brim with people who were either typing away on their laptops or having a conversation with their friends.

But on this day, I had finally learned his name.

The busy atmosphere had me tackling customers' orders from left to right, “Hello, may I take your order?” I said as the next customer approached me.

But surprisingly enough, I was greeted by a familiar face.

The cute boy from apartment 512.

“Yes, hello I would like a caramel macchiato please,” he said and I felt my face go red instantly.

Oh my god, it’s him again, I thought as I knew that my brain would start to scramble once more. “O-of course. Coming right up, n-name?” I asked him as I completely stumbled on my words.

“Alex,” he said, “Okay A-Alex your name will be called out when your order is ready,” I tell him as I continue on with my work.

My coworkers had never seen me lose composure like that. It was clear that they would never let me live this down but even if I made a complete fool of myself in front of him, a huge part of me also just wants to keep talking to him both night and day.

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But today I have finally truly decided to confess my love to him

I mentally prepared myself for the next time I interacted with Alex. I’ve finally decided that the next time I would run into him, I would finally ask to get to know him better in hopes that one day friendship will blossom into a wonderful relationship. A giddy laugh escaped me as I thought of the idea.

The cafe was busy as usual, with the same groups of people coming in. As it hit peak rush hour the line of customers just kept getting longer and longer and I was attempting to quickly attend to them to the best of my ability. Somehow, this was not enough to deter the feelings of butterflies in my stomach.

I knock on his door and I get goosebumps,

a blonde answers the door and my heart breaks

As I heard the bell above our door ring once more I raised my head and saw him, Alex. He was holding the door open for a woman as she walked in. They stood close together as they waited in line. This might seem like a bit of an exaggeration but when I saw them conversing together waiting in line the butterflies that were once fluttering disappeared and were replaced with dread. As my heart dropped, I realized that one thing was wanting to be friends with him but, that doesn’t change the fact that I had grown feelings for him. If he’s in a relationship then, what now? I felt lost as to how to handle this.

As the line in front of me kept getting shorter and shorter, I was becoming anxious as his turn was approaching. Though as it was almost the pair’s turn to order, Alex suddenly turns around and leaves the line and when his turn arrives he still wasn’t there. Despite this, I still went ahead and tended his apparent girlfriend.

I truly felt my heart breaking into pieces when suddenly she asked:

"Were you looking for my brother?"

“Hello, may I take your order?” I asked her, “Yes, can I have a vanilla latte please? But um, can we wait a couple of minutes for my brother? He went to the restroom and didn’t tell me his order,” she asked. Then the realization hit me like a ton of bricks, this was his sister. I’m so dumb, how could I’ve not realized the resemblance between them?? “Yeah that’s no problem” I finally responded.

Soon enough Alex came rushing towards his sister, “I’m so sorry for the wait” he said once he reached the both of us. “Just hurry it up. I’ll be waiting for you at the table” His sister said as she turned her back to the both of us.

Turning my attention to him as I rang up his order he then speaks up “You’re one of my neighbors aren’t you?” He asks me with a grin. I stop in my tracks as if I’m a deer in headlights.

“Yeah I am actually” I smile at him trying to muster enough courage to continue our conversation.

“I thought so, you were the one who held the elevator door for me the other day right? Also, the one who was yelling at my neighbor.”

My face instantly goes red as I thought back to the first time I met Alex. “In my defense he deserved it. He’s been harassing me ever since I’ve moved in” I shudder at the thought of Chad.

“Yeah I’ve realized that he really is a douche, he enjoys banging on the damn walls at three in the morning” he said as we laugh together at the stupid things Chad has done.

“Okay, okay you’re order will be out shortly,” I tell him with a smile, feeling my heart skip a beat. But Alex doesn’t move from the line.

“To be honest the whole reason I even came here wasn’t really for a drink or anything.” He said gazing towards the floor and rubbed the back of his neck.

“This might be a bit sudden because we’ve barely met but I wanted to actually ask you for your number since you seem really nice and you’re very pretty. If you’re not interested then that’s fine, I’ll just take my drink and go” Alex said sheepishly.

After I heard these words I found myself dumbfounded. At a complete loss for words. ‘DID HE JUST SAY THAT??? HOW DO I RESPOND???’ and from there my mind was absolutely speeding to the point where I just stood there. ‘HURRY UP AND DO SOMETHING!!!’ I yelled at myself, but yet still nothing managed to escape. Alex began to fidget more and more playing with his hands as I just stood there without a response.

“It’s okay, I’ll just go now.” Alex quickly said leaving.

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Alex’s POV

‘SHIT. FUCK. MOTHERFUCKER. STUPID IDIOT.’

I cursed at myself while I walked towards my sister. Laying my head on the table, covering it in utter embarrassment.

“That didn’t go well, did it?” My sister said while casually scrolling through her phone. “And here you were boasting about how much of a smooth talker you were. You sir, just got rejected.”

“Will you shut up?” I groaned at her not raising my head. I’m already embarrassed out of my mind and she is not making it any better.

“Fine fine, you big baby I’ll go get our drinks and then you can go home and cry.” She said standing up as our orders were called.

‘God, why did I think it was a good idea to bring my sister along? How had it not crossed my mind? I hadn’t even given it a second thought as to what I was gonna do if I did get rejected. And to make matters much worse I just got rejected in front of my sister. I will never hear the end of it at family reunions. I’m already mentally digging my grave when I heard my sister come back.

“I think this one is yours” She said as she placed my drink in front of me. I raise my head slightly so I would be able to see what was in front of me. I looked at my cup as it said:

‘To the cute boy from apartment 512’

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx -Y/n’

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A/N- So this is the first time I’ve ever wrote fan fiction before, I mainly stick to drawing so please excuse any mistakes I tried my best. But I hope you liked it over all. Also the lyrics in English don’t make as much sense as they do in Spanish, and it’s was bugging me so if they seem a bit odd you know why.

A special thanks to @tofuyami she really helped me with the brainstorming and editing process <3

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Also stand Selena always -🍈