#random ‘made me think of u’ ‘thought you’d like this’ gifts

[manqo]

this is so funny i’ve only ever taken my shot at girls i never do shit w boys

[writingmeraki]

the proposition of us — k.mg drabble.

❝ in which mingyu realises he hates the idea of you going out on a date with your crush more than he hates you.

( or a date with your crush, alleged crush, makes you think that perhaps you don't actually know how you feel. )

pairing : frenemy/menace! mingyu x reader, frenemies to ?? genre : fluff, a little angsty and a whole bunch of attempted humour. warnings : cussing, bickering, mingyu is down bad to the point he doesn't actually acknowledge how much he likes reader, oblivious reader.

a/n : a very very late birthday gift to my darling, I love you so much 💌 I hope u all like this randomness that sprouted while I was literally showering <3 !! i have a love hate relationship with this but! menace mingyu for the win ( although it is very less here i'll admit ) anyways let me know what you think!!

word count : 1.8k

Wonseok was good. 

Great even.

The best actually.

But was he the best for you? 

For a long time, that's what you'd concluded. 

His looks were definitely as though Aphrodite herself crafted him and his sharp jawline, perfectly shaped nose, eyes as bright as if diamonds were specifically embedded in them.

Or maybe you were just way too infatuated with him because when you told Chaewon you finally are going on a date with him, all she did was furrow her eyebrows in what seemed like confusion and questioned,

Are you sure you like him and not someone else? 

Now it was your turn to be in confusion at that time, because what on earth did she mean by someone else? Were you doing something that implied you liked someone else and not Park Wonseok, the guy who stole your heart when he saved you from falling and embarrassing yourself,exactly 6 months,10 days ago? 

This same confusion stuck with you like a pestering thought, unable to be moved until you finally left the date, more at unease than at excitement. 

The unease you felt made you irritated because you couldn’t quite understand what it was that was bothering you. 

So in all that chaos, you stood outside the one place that would hold the answers to your confusion. 

The convenience store.

The owner probably thought you had lost it or were drunk, no in between because for one you were all dressed up in your prettiest outfit, makeup done and hair one while you stood outside looking at the sign. 

Who dresses up for the convenience store? A crazy person. 

Are they drunk? Probably. 

Luckily it was none of those. 

You might rip your hair out now, because the one thing you came looking for in the grocery store was not even there.

The blueberry flavoured ice candy. 

Your favourite blueberry flavoured ice candy. 

You just gave up then and there, without buying anything you went outside of the store, and decided the sidewalk was the best place to sit. Ah yes, the sidewalk with the uneven edges and small stones that would dig into your butt and probably bruise it if you sat on it longer than ever. 

Perfect. 

Shutting your eyes, you began to think of possible reasons behind your discontent with Wonseok. 

You didn’t even notice, someone followed you out of the store, with the very thing you’d been craving right in his hands. 

The crinkling sound of a wrapper, made you open your eyes in both surprise and fear, and you almost would have fallen down even while sitting as you looked in front of you. 

A hand, holding...the blueberry ice candy? 

Your eyes immediately darted towards the owner of said hand, and you’re sure the surprise now showed on your face as it was none other than Kim Mingyu. 

Kim Mingyu…how do you even introduce him in your life as a person? Did you hate him? You’d say hate is a strong word, but he was annoying you’d say that, get on your nerves more than you’d admit it.Did you find him hot? Hey now, anyone with two eyes could see he was definitely attractive.

Tall, pouty lips, pretty chocolatey eyes, even prettier smile, buff like very huge buff you were pretty sure he could punch you to another corner if he wanted to with just one hit. 

You’d seen him carrying like two boxes of books once and you remembered how you almost broke your arm trying to even lift one. You also remember staring at how his veins seemed to pop out, how large his hands seem,how nice they would wrap around yo-

Okay you were getting off track now. 

In a way you might say you hate him, not in the despise kind of way but because it was as though he was both everything you wanted to be and everything you wanted to have. 

Both being not attainable to you apparently. 

Now a big question rose up amidst the hundred others you already asked by now, what the fuck was he doing there?

“Here, maybe if you put in the effort of searching more nicely, you’d have found it.” You took the ice candy from his hand, him taking it as an invitation to sit right beside you, his other hand holding his ice cream of the night. 

He looked nice…good actually. It was unfair how great he looked despite his clearly messy hair, worn out black t-shirt and oh God were those grey sweatpants? You tried not too put too much thought into it. 

You frowned in annoyance once you processed his words, finding that there was surely an underlying meaning to it.

“What the fuck are you doing here Mingyu?”

“Last time I checked, the convenience store was a public facility.”

You scoffed at his sarcasm, opening up the candy and for a moment as you took in the dark blue purplish colour, you think all your worries dissolved right there. 

Mingyu thinks he might have melted then and there with the way your eyes immediately sparked up as you saw your ice candy. It was cute how you found the absolute delight in the most seemingly boring things. 

It was one of the things that made him just fall for you even more and more. What you didn’t know about the boy next to you was that he was gone, finished, down all just for you. It began when you went out of your way to save him from being hit by a flying football. His personal knight in shining armour. 

From that moment, he figured if he wanted to be at least a part of your life, he’d somehow have to play something noticeable enough to you. So he took the bite and made himself one of your greatest frenemies. Not that you had any other so probably your only frenemy. 

He hated you…or that’s what he made others think. It was working well until his feelings caught up, his true ones at least, his very real bitter feelings when he found out you went on a date with your ‘crush’. 

He was having a terrible night, figured going to the convenience store would help him and there you were, the cause of all the bitterness. 

“So are you following me or something? And- and how do you know I like this?”

He rolled his eyes, his turn to scoff at you,

“Not everything revolves around you.” A lie, for him, most things did. He did. 

“And I just have good observation skills.” Just for you though, only you. 

The sweet and tangy taste of blueberry juice lingered in your mouth as you blissfully closed your eyes, the coolness of it only adding more to your satisfaction and Mingyu wishes he brought his camera because you looked so…content. So beautiful.

“That sounds stalkerish, please you’re obsessed with me.” It was just a joke, to pull his leg, like you always did.

“What if I am?” Okay and he sounded way too serious for that.

You almost choked on the candy if it weren’t for your quick swallow reflex, eyes widened at his no hesitation reply. 

“Wha-what?”

“What, what?”

“What do you mean by that?” 

He blinked once, twice. And it was then he realised, what he replied, to who he replied. Your widened eyes looked at him both in curiosity and astonishment, lips purplish due to the candy that was now melting in your hand.

“Is it really you know that bad?” You raised an eyebrow in confusion. This was it, for him.

“You know, the proposition of us? Like actually us.”

You held your breath, waiting for the punchline or anything that would indicate he was joking but, if there was something you knew surely about him is that his eyes would never lie. And right now, they showed all seriousness. 

“Like us- as in us being civil? Friends?” You nervously laughed, knowing you could be misinterpreting it but you want to take back your words when you see the way his expression drops and the scowl that’s on his face. 

“No. I mean- I mean as more than friends. More than whatever this is. More like a couple.”

“Min-mingyu are you- are you suggesting we date?”

You didn’t exactly know what else to respond other than the obvious,

“Yes! Yes exactly, finally. I- yes a date. A date is all I ask for.” 

Now you think, you have more questions than ever because why exactly did the idea of going on a date with Mingyu, excite you more than your actual date that you just had?

“When did you even like me? I- what? This is so confusing, I thought I annoyed you?” 

“Well you did, you still do but it’s just- I thought it was the only way to be apart of your life and now that I think of it, it sounds stupid but I just-You know what I'll explain it to you on that date so uh what-what do you say?”

In that moment, he looked at you like a puppy pleading to his owner for a treat, his suspicious eyes looking way too innocent but they indeed made their way right to your heart.

“Okay, okay fine! I’ll go out with you. One date.” 

That stopped his brief mental spiraling immediately, in a bit of shock as he looked at you in disbelief for agreeing. For actually agreeing because he did prepare himself for the worst scenario. Which was you probably humiliating him then and there.

His disbelief quickly turned to content and that, that sickly adorable giddy smile of his made its way onto his face, canines peaking out. It seemed the bitterness he’d been harbouring went away. 

“But what about your date tonight?”

You didn’t ask how he knew, but rather answered his question and your own dilemma,

“I don’t think I actually liked him. Probably just that I was grateful he saved me that time, and I mistook it for something else, I guess.”

“And you’re sure you want to go out with me because it’s not just… I don’t know out of something else too?”

“Don’t worry about that Mingyu, you aren’t that special.”

You joked and the way his smile dropped made you giggle even more. 

“Fine then, I’ll show you just how special I can be. How does Saturday, 7pm, near that downtown record store sound as a meet up place?”

“Alright then. Saturday it is.” 

You didn’t think you’d ever reach a point where Kim Mingyu was something or someone attainable in your radar but there you were, not just with him but a whole date with him. 

Perhaps, this time you were indeed wrong about some things in life remaining as just unrealistic wishes because this was in a way your daydream come true. What a bizzare night. 

And oh, your hands were now also blueberry flavored and bonus! disgustingly sticky too!

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[bathomet-writes]

bursting at the seams

summary: When Raph reveals that he's been wanting a super exclusive, super expensive plush, it's up to you to go on a journey to a not so distant land of horrors to retrieve it for him...New Jersey. Contending with secret crushes and unspoken feelings should be a cakewalk.

relationship: Raph x GN!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, love confessions, allergic reaction and epipen/needle use (raph eats a peanut..he’s fine tho), sfw

word count: 4,785

author's note: it took a hot sec but here’s the gift fic for @/casualjagodek!! thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to write this adorable fic, i hope u all enjoy!

“That’s it?” You squint your eyes.

Raph looks at his phone screen then back to you. “Is the brightness too low or somethin?”

You breathe out a chuckle. “It’s just that I didn’t know you were getting all worked up over…that.”

It was some kind of stuffed animal of indeterminable origin. It had the head of a cow and the ears of a rabbit. Unconventional, but cute.

You knew Raph had a large collection of stuffed animals. Some from childhood, some he bought only months ago. Recently, he had been subtly dropping clues about how excited he was about something. He’d frantically check emails and ask you what the date was occasionally. Asking him about it outright just made him retreat back into secrecy.

Just last week, you caught him on your way out of the lair. The two of you passed each other in a particularly narrow subway tunnel. You stared expectantly at him while his eyes were glued squarely on his phone screen. You’d never seen Raph this…distracted? Whether he liked it or not, you paid attention to stuff like this. He was your best friend, acting cagey and suspicious for no reason.

You try clearing your throat and kicking at a random piece of trash on the ground to rouse his attention. “Texting someone hot?” You joke.

“Yeah.” Raph responds nonchalantly before blinking his eyes down to you. “Wai— No! No, I wasn’t—“

With a quick wave, you turn to head out again. “See ya.”

You figured even Raph kept a secret or two of his own, so you didn’t pry after that. Living with four brothers and Splinter, you’re sure he never got to have much of a private life.

When he finally (inevitably) let you in on the secret thing he’s been obsessing over, you tried to go in with an open mind. It could have been anything, so the potential of Raph confessing that he had been texting someone hot was miniscule. Maybe they were only sort-of attractive, or better yet, less attractive than you.

You didn’t know why, but the possibility of this hot mystery person existing just didn’t sit right with you.

“Let me see—“

Grabbing his phone from him, you scroll through the webpage. The image of a strange stuffed animal made you mildly more interested. The quality was actually really good, as far as stuffed animals go.

“What is it?”

“It’s, y’know…” Raph hums to himself, trying his best to cover up his embarrassment. “I just thought it was cute.”

“Huginn and Muninn.”

Your eyes widen as you scroll to the top of the page. The logo proudly displayed little gargoyle mascots that you knew you recognized from somewhere. Excitement replaces the jealousy that was festering in your mind just a few seconds earlier.

“Yeah! They started their own company a couple of years ago. I didn’t think they were still around either.” He shrugs.

“That’s crazy!” You hand the phone back to Raph and ramble on enthusiastically. “Well, now I see why you were so nervous. It’s expensive as hell.”

Without thinking, you grab at Raph’s wrist and use your other hand to zoom in on the plush. Once Raph got to the third digit, his heart dropped into his stomach. You were right. Even for his budget, it was steep. Raph didn’t like to splurge too often on himself, but this was a rare exception.

“You’re right, it is crazy,” he chuckles. Your grip on his wrist was also starting to dampen his spirit.

Not because he didn’t like you holding his wrist, or his phone, or his hand for that matter. He actually liked it a lot.

Which was the real problem.

Raph has been massively infatuated with you for months. He lost track of just how long it had been. Whenever he was around you, he felt off. Usually it just involved a lot of fumbling over words, being generally clumsier. He knew he wasn’t as confident as Leo, or smooth like Donnie, or even as honest as Mikey. He was just him.

While Raph anguished internally, you were practically none the wiser. You don’t seem to notice how sweaty and flustered he was all of the sudden, but you go back to innocently staring at him.

You raise your eyebrows. “So?”

That familiar, playful lilt in your voice makes all time stop for Raph. It really wasn’t fair— the amount of power your smile and your presence had over him.

Raph tosses his phone away into the far reaches of the lair before crossing his arms defiantly. “No, don’t try to convince me. It’s literally the most expensive one.”

As you calmly move your head to miss the flying phone, you smile to yourself. “Come on. This is what you’ve been obsessed with for months now. When was the last time you did something just for you?”

“Even if I did have the money, why would I spend it on something so impractical. I mean, I’m not embarrassed about liking stuffed animals or anything.”

While Raph continues ranting and pacing around, you’ve secretly pulled out your phone and looked up the plush. Without hesitation, you add it to your cart and type in your credit card.

“Sure,” you lazily nod. “You’re very secure in your masculinity.”

“Exactly!” Raph spins around to face you again. “I knew I made the right decision.”

“Funny, I was just about to say the same thing. Boom!” You take a confident step forward and reveal the check-out screen to him. At first he seems similarly excited, if a little confused.

“What?” His tone is light at first, before he realizes what you just did. “You didn’t.” A small frown tugs at his mouth.

“I did. Consider it an early birthday present.”

Raph winces, wringing his hands together. “Awesome! No, that’s great. Thank you.”

You purse your lips. “What happened? You were just all—“

What was the big deal? Did you accidentally offend him somehow?

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that the plush is…kinda not in New York.”

“Right. There’s this thing called mail, where people can send you stuff from all over the world.” You smirk, giving him a friendly pat on the cheek. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Didn’t you read it?” He shakes his head ruefully. “It’s pickup only.”

You glance to the side. “Oh. Well, then I’ll just grab Leo’s anime swords— I mean, Leo?”

Shit. You didn’t mean to let that slip out.

“You’ve been using Leo’s odachi to portal places again, haven’t you?”

Feeling cornered, you give a quick nod.

Silence.

You knew Raph must be giving you the most disapproving look right now. You turn around and find yourself to be correct.

“It was just to pick up food! And I am not buying a car.” You huff, trying to hide your shame.

Your shoulders tense up and relax as you give up. “Fine, I’ll just do it the old fashioned way.”

Your compromise doesn’t seem to ease Raph much. In fact, he seemed sad. You stop to watch him fall face-first into the couch. A couple pizza boxes stacked beside it topple over and fall as he lays there.

“Raph!” You frown. “It’s my treat. Is that what you’re worried about? Money?”

With his head buried deep in a pillow, he groans pathetically. “No.”

If only you knew.

Carefully, you kneel down to be eye-level with him. “If you’re worried about travel, it’s fine. I’ll just go to…” You check the email for the shop’s address. “New Jersey.”

Raph shoots up from the pillow with a seriousness that surprises you. “Absolutely not.” Grabbing your shoulders, he gives them a protective squeeze. “I wouldn’t let you do that.”

Because I like you too much.

“Then what?” You mimic Raph by placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking gently. “It’s not that big of a deal, okay?”

“Yes it is! Just—“ He moves away from your hand and sits up.

Don’t make me say it.

Okay, now you were officially worried. You quietly watch, only a little hurt that Raph pulled away from your touch.

Raph sighs, similarly ashamed at how he retreated from you. Slowly, he scooches over and silently invites you to sit beside him. You look at him, then back at your phone.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me,” he frowns. “It’s just hard to talk about this kinda stuff sometimes.”

Politely, you ease your way onto the cushion next to him. “It’s okay, I get it.”

“You do?”

You finally force yourself to meet Raph’s gaze. As you turn your head to look up, you nearly fall over at the sight of him mere inches from your face.

“Ah, yeah,” you manage to get out. Covering up your bashfulness with a half-hearted smile doesn’t make you feel any less vulnerable though. You really didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, but you want to understand.

You felt lightheaded and nauseous, like the moment right before a roller coaster plummets you into the earth at 80 miles per hour. You didn’t like roller coasters very much.

You also didn’t like it when you were so moved by Raph’s handsomeness and kindness that it rendered you speechless.

Raph searches your face as you sit dumbstruck. “I just don’t want you to go through all this trouble to get me some silly stuffed animal or anything.”

He smiles at you, but you can tell he’s still holding something back. You don’t know what it is, and you don’t know what you could say that wouldn’t ultimately embarrass the crap out of the both of you. All you can do is smile back.

“If that’s what you want.” You reel back and push yourself off of the couch. “Honest?”

Raph pauses, feeling torn. He wasn’t being honest, but now didn’t feel like the right time to crack open that emotional can of worms.

Nodding resolutely, he smiles again. “Honest.”

“So, I’ll just get a refund and we’ll pretend this whole thing never happened?” You feel a bead of sweat fall from your brow, and you pray Raph doesn’t notice.

“Perfect.” Similarly, he gets up and turns to hide the remnants of blush coloring his face. “I gotta go…punch a wall or somethin’.”

And like that, he disappears into the shadows of the lair, leaving you bereft with his departure.

“Well,” you announce to the empty room. “Good thing I’m a liar.”

How bad could Jersey be anyway?

—

It was worse.

“Next stop for Hackensack. All passengers for Hackensack.” A canny voice chimes in through the speakers. They seemed just as thrilled to be here as you did.

Like the genius you were, you decided to go over Raph’s head and book a train ride to the store. You’d used the subway plenty of times before, so slow-ass public transportation was no stranger to you.

But this…this was something else.

What was supposed to be a simple round trip turned into hours of sitting still on the tracks, waiting for other freight trains to pass by. The sweltering heat of the summer also made any sort of travel as slow as molasses. ‘Go to Jersey,’ you said, you’ll get together with Huginn and Muninn, have a few laughs.

A few passengers file down the aisle to exit the train. It takes your brain a few extra moments to register that this was also your stop. As you lean up from your spot against the window, a careless businessman bumps against your knee trying to get out with all his fuck-you suitcases and laptop bags.

You’ll have to apologize to Raph for unfortunately being right.

Oh yeah, Raph. You almost forgot why you came here in the first place. He’d been texting you about this and that today, and you usually responded to his texts immediately.

A frantic buzzing in your pocket makes your heart nearly stop. A phone call? You fumble around trying to grab it and your things as you try and get past a large family blocking the aisle.

You unlock your phone and bring it to your sweaty face. “Yello?”

“What kind of pizza do you want for later? Mikey said you just like plain cheese, but that didn’t sound right, so…” Raph’s voice is light and casual. You do your best to mimic it.

“Oh, yeah. He’s right, I’m kinda boring— AH!” A loud kid from earlier runs by you, barreling right over your left foot. It takes all your willpower not to scream directly into your speaker, but it’s no use.

“Ey, are you alright? What was that?”

After a second of quietly fighting back the manly tears, you recover. “Just…dropped my laptop on my foot. Ouch, ow.” Not your best performance, but it seems to do the trick.

“Ah.”

“Listen, I’m gonna call you back. Now’s not a good time.”

Before you realize it, the train lurches forward in earnest. A cold chill runs up your spine as you nearly trip backwards when the floor shifts again. “Fuck!”

You missed your stop, of course you did! A stern attendant ushers you back to an open seat, and you flip down defeated.

Raph’s voice cries out from your phone again. “Are you okay? Hello?”

“Would you like a complimentary snack?” The attendant’s annoying voice only frustrates you further. “We have pretzels, peanuts–”

“Thank you,” you spit, grabbing at the baggie in her hand. With one last terse smile, she finally leaves you be. You don't even care about the couple of peanuts that explode from the bag as you tear into it.

“Sorry. But actually, I’m gonna be a little late today. Y’know, busy with…” You glance around to try and find a worthy excuse. “Stuff.”

All of the sudden, Raph seemed strangely undeterred by your obvious lie. “Oh, sure. Stuff!”

“Yeah, but I should be back–”

As you turn your head back to the empty seat to the left of you, your heart nearly stops. It seems that in the time it took for you to come up with your phony excuse, Raph had just used Leo’s sword to portal himself directly beside you. On a train. The blue glow of the mystic portal illuminates your shocked expression.

“Ha! I knew it!” Raph points an accusatory finger as he ducks through to sit across from you.

“Uh– I…” Your voice stops in your throat. You wish you could say this wasn’t what it looks like. He doesn’t seem to be angry, more so just vindicated. You imagine he probably knew all along.

“Wait. You just used–”

Raph, for a brief moment, becomes sheepish. “W-Well, Leo was out doing–” He waves at the air. “Not the point. You’re out getting that plush, aren’t you? You lied.”

Raph clutches at his chest with both hands in a purposeful show of melodrama. He knew from the second you two parted ways that day. Sometimes it got a little frustrating dealing with how stubborn you could be. But then again, he was just as bad. Maybe even worse.

In all honesty, he wasn’t even mad. Mad that you lied to him, sure. But ultimately, it just made him flattered. It almost made him want to confess right then and there, but he holds his tongue.

After mulling around your answer, all you can do is shrug. “I’m…sorry?”

“Wow,” Raph smirks, leaning back against the uncomfortably tiny seat.

“What?” You blush. “You want me to apologize for getting you a gift? A gift that’s all the way over there now?” You point vaguely into the space behind Raph before burying your face in your hands. You don’t really know if it’s more from the embarrassment of getting caught or the fact that there was no denying it anymore.

You liked Raph. You liked him enough to travel to the most wretched hive of scum and villainy there was, apparently. You didn’t really mind Jersey, but at this point it was sort of a weird in-joke. You’re sure if you and Raph just took a trip out here yourselves, without all the deceit and unspoken awkwardness, you’d have fun.

Just tell him. It’s so obvious, isn't it?

“What, you mean…?” Raph turns to follow your hand, and puts all the pieces together. “Oh, Y/N. You didn’t have to–”

You interrupt. “Didn’t have to what? Buy a stupidly overpriced train ticket to get a stupidly overpriced stuffed animal? From some stupid little gargoyles? For some stupid, dumb…” You stand up suddenly, trying to get out all the pent up energy you evidently had bubbling just beneath the surface. You pace around the empty area at the back of the train for a second, ranting and babbling to yourself.

“For some stupid, dumb turtle dude. For a turtle dude!” The slight absurdity of the whole situation seems to dawn on you, and you can’t help but smile a little. The small smile widens into a grin and you start to chortle. You turn back to Raph and finally collapse back into your seat, absolutely spent from just that momentary show of emotion. Life would be so much easier if feelings didn’t get in the way, or turtle dudes. But, here you were, a pathetic, bumbling human trying their best not to make their amazing, strong, talented, funny, sweet best friend know what’s so blatantly clear.

You love him, idiot!

While you fall back down into your seat, Raph takes the opportunity to really analyze the situation from all angles. Leo was always better at this kind of stuff than him, but he needed to think carefully about this. He was usually prone to jumping headfirst into everything, for better and worse. Right now, his gut feeling was telling him the same thing as yours.

Just tell them. They went through all this trouble for you, so what’s the problem? What a loser…

Absent-mindedly, Raph picks up the bag of snacks you had and starts popping a couple into his mouth. Eating usually helped his brain slow down enough for him to focus up again.

You look up and stare out into the rapidly-changing environment outside of the train. You always liked sitting near a window whenever you traveled. To stay still while the world moved at a break-neck pace, it felt euphoric to watch the trees and buildings zoom by. It made you calm for a moment. After a charged couple of seconds, you catch your breath again. You didn’t realize you hadn’t been breathing.

“I really am sorry. I just wanted to do something nice–” You force yourself to turn your body back to Raph, and you look up in slow motion. You stare on in horror for what feels like hours as you watch him swallow a singular peanut.

Raph looks down at you curiously. It seemed like you were about to say something important. He leans down instinctually to get more eye-level with you. “What? What is it?”

He bites at the inside of his cheek, waiting for you to say what was just sitting at the tip of your tongue.

In a panic, all you can think to do is slap the bag of poison from his right hand and scream. “AAAH–!”

“Wha–?” Raph’s hand opens up. Lying on the ground, he reads the letters slowly, speaking them aloud. “Honey roasted…peanuts.”

“YOU’RE GONNA DIE! RAPH!”

“Spit it out! Throw up!” You don’t really know what you’re saying at this point. All you see is Raph and the panic in his eyes. “Stop the train!”

“S-STOP–! Choking–!” His voice comes out broken and frantic. “The pen!”

His hands move immediately to his belt, fumbling around for the epipen he’s never had to use until now. How could he be this spectacularly dumb? Not only were you probably about to pour your heart and soul out to him, he was about to do the same. In the background, a small crowd of confused employees and passengers turn to look at the weird scene unfolding at the back of the car. The same passive-aggressive attendant creeps up slowly next to you to try and de-escalate.

“Excuse me, is there a problem folks?” Her sickly, saccharine smile makes your blood boil.

Without thinking, you turn and snap back. “Yes, there’s a problem– My boyfriend’s freaking dying and you’re standing there handing out peanuts? Are you insane?!”

Raph’s eyes somehow go wider than they already were.

Glancing back down, you realize that he’s been trying and failing to communicate to you that you need to stick him with the pen. You snatch Raph’s belt clean off of his waist and riffle through all the annoying little pockets until you find it.

“Here! Here it is Raph!” You nearly cry from relief. Smiling, you grab ahold of his right hand and close his fist around the pen. “You’re not gonna die!”

Thankfully in doing so you release Raph’s neck, allowing him to speak again. “G-Great! Thank you…”

In the background, you can already hear the employees start to circle around you and Raph. You might not ever get to ride a train again after this, but you didn’t care. Fuck trains.

Raph’s hand stills, suddenly overcome with fear.

“Raph?” You frown at him.

“I’m scared.” He peeks over at you, his face twisted with shame.

“UGH! Fine!” You take the initiative and grab the pen, removing the cap with your teeth like a badass. With all your strength, which you figure you’ll probably need to fully pierce Raph’s thick, leathery skin, you reel back and stab it into his upper leg.

You close your eyes, content with having finally ended the nightmare. “Phew…”

Meanwhile, Raph waits rather impatiently. “Sometime today would be nice!”

Oh, you didn’t actually do it. “Right.”

You repeat the same motion with your hand, pulling back before jamming it in. Surely you didn’t chicken out a second time.

“Y/N!” Raph shouts, exasperated and confused.

“Goddamnit!” You grit your teeth and pull back again, looking at him tearfully. “I can’t do it! I’m a liar and a coward.”

Looking at your utterly terrified face, Raph can’t help but comfort you. Even as he feels his throat begin to tighten up, he takes his free hand to lay it over your trembling one. “No you’re not, you’re–”

“No, I am a liar. I lied to you, I’ve lied to Leo and Donnie and Mikey, I’ve lied to April and Splinter.” You try to wipe away the tears before looking back at Raph’s leg. “I lied because I was scared.”

While nobody’s come to you per se and asked you to your face, you know they knew. They all knew. Maybe you could have gotten over yourself for once and just come clean to everyone, but you knew you couldn’t. The idea of potentially ruining a friendship that’s been built for years with one awkward confession or less than charming moment, it made you absolutely terrified. You thought you would rather die than confess.

But, if all this secrecy and denial was going to literally kill him, that terrified you even more.

“Raph…” You swallow your pride and steel yourself.

To both of your surprise, the train comes to one final stop. The breaks screech to a halt, making the car lurch forward and back with incredible force. You lock eyes with Raph just as the train launches you forward, forcing your hand to push on the epipen’s plunger and jam it into his leg.

“Woah–!” Raph then catches you as you land squarely on his broad chest.

The pain of the needle didn’t even phase Raph. Though the effect of the pen took an immediate effect, his throat still felt tight. His heart was thundering in his chest, his hands felt cold and clammy. Was this still an allergic reaction?

“Sorry for the delay folks. We just have a minor…mutant medical matter to…mediate.” The canny voice of the speakers makes everyone else on the train groan in annoyance.

The two of you continue to stare at one another. Weirdly enough, neither of you feel the anxiety or weight of the unspoken words you both felt before. The feelings you both shared that forced you to stay silent, to laugh off the odd comments or blushes that threatened to expose you to each other. There was no fear anymore.

There was just you and him.

–

Raph gives one last ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’ to the conductor and the ambulance people who were brought in just in case. The train dumped the two of you off at a random stop before moving on, leaving you both in the empty indoor waiting area of the train station.

You stare blankly ahead as you feel Raph sit next to you again. The bench you’re both on feels cold on your hand as you drum your fingers against it.

You guess you’re the one who needs to talk first. “So…”

“I like you,” Raph finishes.

You blink, raising your head up slowly. “I...like you.”

For a moment of silence, you each look off into the distance and melt into laughter. It’s an enormous relief to finally realize that the two of you have been harboring the exact same feelings and being afraid for the exact same reason.

But at the same time, it all seems so silly now.

“Why did we wait this long?” You chuckle, feeling the tears coming back.

Raph bumps your shoulder affectionately as he tries to fight back his own. “Why was I such a coward?”

You gather yourself and look up at him. “I can just see the obituary. Raphael Hamato, death by 1 (one) peanut.” You hold up your index finger.

Raph guffaws and breaks out into a full-belly laugh, and you can’t help but egg him on.

“I should’ve known. Only in Jersey.”

The two of you exchange a heartfelt smile as you unintentionally lean in. Raph’s concentration gets interrupted however when a couple of unexpected figures fly by outside. It looked like a weird, fat bird or something.

“What the…” Raph stands up to investigate.

As he pushes open the doors to look around, he almost trips over a mysterious bag sitting on the ground. He leans down and picks up a sticky note attached to the handle.

Here you go Red! Hope this makes up for all the times we helped Draxum try to kill you and your family. Also, how’s he doing? He won’t answer our texts, calls, or letters. Love, Huginn and Muninn <3

Raph smiles and shakes his head. “No way.”

Sure enough, inside the bag was the weird cow-rabbit plush that kicked off this whole crusade in the first place. He supposed he should be happy to finally have it.

Sneaking up behind him, you peek around Raph’s shell. “Wow, what service.”

“To be honest, I don’t really know if I want it anymore.” Raph smiles down at you warmly, putting the plush back in the bag and handing it to you.

“Oh no, don’t do that.” You grin and push the bag back to him.

“Come on, you deserve it.” He hands it back.

“You almost died from a peanut.” You push it again.

Raph’s sunny disposition doesn’t falter. “I want you to have it.”

Your eyes darken and you give the bag one final push into his stomach. “Just take the damn plush.”

Raph’s pouts bashfully before he relents. “You really are stubborn, you know?”

Smirking, you grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder. “And you’re so perfect? I sure know how to pick ‘em.”

Before reaching for his phone to text Leo, Raph watches on curiously as you change your mind and grab for the plush. “Hm?”

In an impulsive move, you hold the plush up to your face to give it a good once over. It was even cuter in person. You close your eyes and give its snout a tiny smooch before handing it back to Raph. You don’t try and hide the deep red your cheeks have turned.

Picking up on your invitation, Raph gingerly takes the plush into his hands and plants a kiss of his own on the same exact spot.

Though his heart felt full to the point of bursting at the seams, he didn’t mind the feeling. He felt bigger, more complete.

I love you too.

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[ribbonsandhair]

Hello! Glad to see this!

In that case I'd be happy to request for Valeria with a bestie readerrr YESYESSS😈😈

Tbh I've been starving for this for months.

Idk, just them bonding so well, maybe the reader is in the cartel with her, or is a simple civilian that valeria ended up being deeply fond of!

A kind-hearted and kinda dumb-ish(not naive though) reader and her just being like, "[name], please💀"

And reader having this really gen-z-ish humor, i just think she'd be so confused and pissed cuz she doesn't get the joke sometimes. Maybe reader is just like 2-1 year(s) less than her? + If they're hispanic too!😭😭😭

Sorry for my rambling💀💀💀

OH MY GOD HELLO AGAIN!!!! I LOVED WRITINF THIS SO MUCH I WAS ON A RAMPAGE 😭😭😭 I hope you enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing this!! Thanks for requesting babes!!!

Valeria Garza

Where do I START.

So, first, you’re Latino. Duh.

You’re a civilian that was lucky enough to meet Valeria.

You two probably met while getting coffee. You thought she looked pretty, so you complimented her.

“Hola, nada mas quería decirte que me gusta tu cabello!”

She was a little confused why a random person just complimented her hair. She still liked it, nonetheless.

“..Gracias.”

You were a little scared that you made her u comfortable, and after you got what you wanted from the cafe, you went home to cry.

“SOY TAN TONTA. OSÉA!”

You went back to the cafe, since it was your regular spot to just hang out to read a book. You were familiar with most of the employees.

And then, you saw HER.

YOU SAW VALERIA.

You didn’t know if you should just go up to her and apologized while making yourself look even more stupid, or just sit there.

She just SUDDENLY SAT DOWN IN FRONT OF YOU AND YOUR MIND WENT INTO PANIC MODE.

“AY! Oh. Hola!”

She just chuckled and said hi back.

And that’s how your closest friendship bloomed.

Since you’re younger than her, it’s most likely your humor is pretty deranged.

You’ll send her random pictures of god knows what, and say hi right after.

“[Name], por favor.”

You text her super late at night, like three AM.

“Si no te chingo por despertándome en las tres de la mañana–”

Either that or you rant about how you’re glad that she’s your friend because you just finished watching a super sad movie.

“[Name], are you fucking crying.”

You playfully scold her everytime she curses. Which is like in every sentence.

You’re a little dumb, so you end up being pretty clumsy. Without her, you’d be dead by now.

She uses that against you every time you don’t wanna do a favor for her.

“Remember that one time I saved your ass from falling face-first into the concrete? Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.”

You aren’t aware of her being the leader of the cartel that has corrupted Las Almas. So sometimes she’s hesitant with you.

She won’t respond to your messages for days due to work, so you end up worrying about her. If you ask her why she was gone for so long then she just responds with, “I was pretty busy.”

But she makes it up by hanging out with you for a while, specifically drinking.

On a similar note, you invite her over to have a few drinks with her. Just chill.

When you drink, you become more jokeful and just insane overall.

“Haha, kinda wanna kill myself. Anyways, how’s your day?”

Sometimes concerned with your humor. Can’t tell if it’s just how Gen Z humor is or if you’re that mentally I’ll.

And whenever you two drink together, you guys turn into those Latina moms that will go insane at parties. (I have a good amount of experience with this as a Latino myself.)

Dancing together, blasting music, it’s entertaining.

You also end up talking about chisme.

“Did you hear that my neighbors just got a divorce?”

“Dime más.”

And whenever she goes to your house, she always has a gift. Especially an expensive one.

It can be from some good wine, to straight up clothes and perfumes.

“How did you get the right size?”

“… Instinct.”

(She somehow got information about you.)

Valeria just hopes that she can keep you safe from her job, and doesn’t get you killed. She tries to avoid starting anything that’s super close to you.

[audinite]

OMG OK i’ll ask more specific questions about bella… how would u describe his dynamic with schezo (idk anything abt puyo so feel free to say however much you want abt schezo id love to hear) & how did they meet? plus anything else you’d like to add of course

i took a bit to answer but omg thank u for the questions it makes me happy😭💛 now then time for a readmore cus i ramble a lot🥹apologies for all the incoming words LOL

it changes a bit between how i see them (couple or one sided) but honestly its basically the same (ofc theres some differences) anyways ill be writing with the one sided relationship in mind. bella is obsessed with schezo and has equal amount of normal and affectionate moments. schezo sometimes is wary or has his guard raised against bella since the lovey dovey-ness from him can be too much for him to handle (mainly with how one of bella's way to show his affections is cooking..schezo made a one time mistake of accepting his gift + schezo is just a loner. likes silence) but besides that they get along<3 bella is like schezos first real friend. ok like schezo has some friendly relationships but doesnt really have any actual friendships since he likes to do his own thing and his words doesnt help either (blunt + his accidental innuendos) ->making this about bella now and how he personally handles those two aspects of schezo. bella interprets his words literally like his classic "i want you" line bella would be like "for what?" or something like that. and this is more important to their relationship but the bluntness can honestly be upsetting to bella if what is said is something hurtful or negative. theres a few incidents of bella getting sad which honestly gets to schezo, he doesnt like to see him sad so unlike with everyone else he is a bit more gentle with bella. might be ooc but the way i think about it makes sense (treats bella like how he usually does with everyone else➡️bella gets sad/upset once or a few times bc bluntness➡️oh this kinda sucks➡️a bit more gentle now). gentle in the sense that he will sometimes think and reword his thoughts better before actually speaking (im the overthinker but i dont think anyone would assume this but its not like he babies or is over the top kind to bella but he just will be more conscious at times). i guess considerate would be a better word for this? LOL also forgot to mention but bella is a mediocre mage and really admires schezo since hes pretty powerful. bellas pretty sensitive about his own skills so thats one of the things that can be upsetting to him.

ok now to how they meet.. ill try to keep this one shorter☠️ this would be like a madou monogatari story thing. bella is atop of a hill during the night and sees a shooting star (which unknown to him is filled with magical energy) and decides to wish on it to become a better, stronger mage! soon after he does that, out pops a doppelganger of him (theres a lotttt of doppels in puyo/madou and i want bella to have one🙂‍↕️no design yet but being a doppel..you can already guess how he looks but just with a different outfit on). the bella doppel ends up pushing bella off the hill and into a forest because of a simple "well we both can't exist" + is way stronger than the real bella so goodbye!! but that leads into the bella schezo meeting since schezo just happens to be in that forest and at the exact spot bella is falling from so hes forced to catch him because its that or get smashed. for bella its pure love at first sight but to schezo its some bothersome stranger. schezos searching for the random spike of power that he felt (the doppel) bc hes a guy who kinda sorta steals others magical powers, all the timing was just rightt...welp im gonna end it right there since i think the introductions probably the most important part and im rambling and writing so much its kinda embarrassing....anyways😭thank you for the ask ily💛

[4dtk]

sugar daddy jaemin is so hot like HOT H O T. can you write more 🥺

i didnt see this when i wrote that jaem & johnny drabble btw sorry ashdfhj, also idek what im writing, hope this is ok lol!

warnings: sugar daddy!au, dom!jaemin, sub!reader, bit of daddy kink, sir kink, breeding/creampie, cowgirl, sorta mating press, blowjob, deep throating, face-fucking, oral (m receiving), overstimulation, aftercare

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N///SFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!!!

“but jaem…” in front of you is a pendant, a birthstone that you ranted to jaemin on a random dinner in an event. it was a lost memory to you, laughing it off amongst whiskey that didn’t even taste that nice, but jaemin’s hand on your thigh was enough to give you at least a bit of comfort.

the other remembered, making sure that the stone was crafted and wrapped by the finest hands until it’s finally reached the doorstep of the Na household. in a nice little box like he requested, his initials burned into the crystal like he requested. it made him giddy, his initials on your stone that represents the day you were born — one day he’d just have to convince you to tattoo his name on you.

name tattoos were never a good thing, but it was a good thing that he was never letting you go.

“look at the back, doll,” your gasp was like music to his ears, the N.J.M. makes you smile and that makes jaemin shift in his suit. he feels hot.

“it’s beautiful, jaemin, but don’t you think this is too expensive?”

the other pouts, “are you rejecting my gifts now, hon? you bein’ ungrateful?”

your mouth hangs open, and you shake your head frantically. it didn’t help that jaemin would always tease you about taking his black card away, and when he actually did it, you spent the day sulking. it was a lesson well learnt, but other times, jaemin also really liked joking around.

“’m just kidding,” jaemin hums, flashing you a bright smile that makes your heart skip a beat, “do you like it? and don’t you dare call it too expensive.”

“nothin’ is too expensive for my girl.” the declaration has you flushing, cheeks hot from the compliment that you can’t help but throw your arms around him as thanks. his body is hot hot, an observation that doesn’t go unnoticed by you until your body is fully pressed up against him. he hates three-piece suits all of a sudden, he hates dressing up for events, he hates going for tailor appointments. he just wished that he was naked, feeling up every part of you.

it’s become unbearable. “where would you want to wear it, angel?”

“u-uh,” his lip brushes against your ear, “anywhere you’d like, jaem.”

“really? hm… then maybe i should make you wear it on your neck. classic, but i get to see it as you ride me. or maybe you would like it on your wrist? for when you’re jerking me off.” the thoughts of those two scenarios excite you more than you’d like to admit, pressing your thighs together. his whispers become your main reason of the arousal forming between your legs, “or maybe on your ankles? so i can hear it right beside my ears when your legs are on my shoulders.”

you smile just a little at all the possibilities, “why not all?”

jaemin only calls you a little minx, unable to take what she dishes out. that much rings true when the other bottoms out in your throat, causing you to gag uncomfortably around his huge cock. the guttural sounds point to your discomfort, but jaemin only forces it down your throat more — you’d say the safe word like you always gone through if you didn’t like it.

the sensation becomes better after a while, nose buried in the short tufts of hair on his pelvis until he pulls you off of him and then right back at where you started. jaemin groans when you get the message, hands clutching tightly onto his exposed thighs as you start to deep-throat him.

“am i doing good, sir?” jaemin shakily exhales, thumbs travelling under your eyes to wipe at the tears that’s formed at the corner of your eyes. the chain that came with three lengths holds the pendant he gifted you, dangling like a reminder of his love for you and his love to spoil you like a stubborn reminder. it makes such a memorable sound that jaemin would make you wear it each time you go at it like rabbits.

“you’re doing perfect, sweetheart.” he praises, smiling slightly when he sees you working harder on his cock. “c’mon, use your hands, now.”

you obey, beginning your cycle of bobbing your head and using both hands to cover his dick. you twist, squeeze, everything to provide the best for na jaemin. moaning out, he tangles his hands in your hair, the blowjob becoming so sloppy that drool drips from the side of your mouth. you slurp up his pre-cum, providing such lewd, obscene noises in his bedroom.

“mhmm- your cock always tastes so good, sir,” you comment, switching back to placing your hands around his ass to anchor yourself. jaemin catches the hand that dons the bracelet, letting your other one hold on for dear life.

“yeah? is that so?” you’re face-fucked in the next second, mouth being a cocksleeve for jaemin as he uses your mouth like a toy. it’s the second best place compared to your cunt, but he doesn’t like to compare. while your mouth is warm and wet, so is your pussy, but nothing quite gets him going like the way you clench your tight, little hole around him. “that’s it, take daddy’s dick.”

you moan around him, pleasantly surprised at the name change. vibrations shoot through his body, spurring his hips on while he fucks your mouth and you take it so well like a good girl that he stops himself. he pries you off in a second and ignores your protests, cheeks lovingly caressed by his ring-adorned fingers.

“it’s okay- it’s okay, jus’ wanna feel you around me, ‘kay?” jaemin reassures you as he pulls you atop him, paralysing you slightly by tracing a finger along your pussy lips. it sends a surge of pleasure up your spine, and while you know you’re always an open hole for jaemin, the sharp plunge of his dick into you stretches you out so well. it’s just a little painful from the sudden intrusion, but once jaemin rocks into you, everything melts away.

and all you know is jaemin, jaemin, jaemin.

“want princess to cum first. you can do that, can’t you?” you nod eagerly, “but. i’ll need you to switch your bracelet out, baby. daddy’s hands are full.” you know he’s just making it harder for you once he starts thrusting, non-dominant hand slipping on the clasp every time. it’s even harder that you keep getting distracted by how his cock pistons into your pussy.

“a-ah! sir, c-can’t! it’s too much!”

“don’t disappoint me now, baby. and here i was... hnn- thinking about giving you my babies.” jaemin cooed, pelvis never resting even when he sees you struggling with the pendant. you finally manage to unclasp it, but you reach blindly around for the longer chain, grasping at the sheets, the pillows. there!

your whimpers hasn’t stopped one bit, looping the pendant through as jaemin’s hands move from your ass to your torso. jaemin loves to taunt, and he does just that when your hands reach behind to secure the clasp, snapping his hips a little hard right into your cunt. it draws out a long moan and a sick grin from the older, eyes swirling with how easily your body reacts. it’s a wonder jaemin hadn’t proposed yet. your hole squeezes him, the brief stilling of the other allowing you to secure the now necklace.

“ride me now, princess.” it flips a switch inside, and your hips slam down onto the other’s, creating such lewd noises that only professionals could dream of, juices slowly leaking from your thighs to stain jaemin’s. and once again, he becomes mesmerised with the pendant hanging above him as a reminder that you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

“wanna cum? hm? are you close?” jaemin asks, countering your hips with his own and you nod furiously, humping the air to get any form of friction against your clit. he sees your struggle, pressing a single finger against it and you whine like a bitch in heat, pulling the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter. “come on, pretty girl, cum for me. cream my cock-“

it snaps, eliciting a scream out of you at the knot coming undone. you shiver and tremble, gushing all over his length that’s drenched with your cum. but the thrusts don’t stop, they always never do, driving you into overstimulation even when you’re crying out too much, s’too much, daddy! jaemin shamelessly admits that he likes daddy as much as sir; maybe he’ll add it to his baby’s vocabulary.

“hold your legs up for me like a good girl, still have ta’ cum.” jaemin flips you over and like always, he boasts the skill of his fingers, taking out the necklace and searches for the shorter chain, all while his shaft moves in and out. he’s reaching his end, but the anklet next to his ears is what drove him to pay loads to get the pendant done, and with new positions in his mind, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t fuck you in the one position that’s inspired all this in the first place.

“oh- fuck, i can’t take it, daddy!” jaemin loses grip, a whimper escaping just a bit at how your sensitive, puffy pussy clenches, and the ringing in his ears feel like ecstasy. he remembers watching N and J and M being carved into your birthstone and he replays your shocked reaction. if you were willing to give your all to him, then this was his way of claiming you as his, along with cumming deep inside your cute, wet cunt.

“almost there, bunny. gonna cum in ya, that okay?” once again, you fail on words and rely on your nods, the coldness of the chain settling around your ankle not doing much to pull you away from how your pussy felt sore. “gonna make me a daddy, fuck-!”

jaemin presses his body weight down onto yours, in the process, pushing your knees right up to your chest before groaning out loud. his tip shoots out his semen right up your womb, so much so that it oozes out of your cunt even after he pulls out. the ringing of your pendant stops, obviously, but the memory is already locked away safe in jaemin’s mind as he sighs tiredly.

“you okay?” he’s tender after sex, massaging the skin around your cunt that feel like it’s been driven to the point of exhaustion. you are, too, eyes barely kept open. but you want to drink in jaemin, tugging him closer with your legs.

“just great. now… about making you a daddy…”

a wave of panic flashes across jaemin’s face, “shit. wait, did i misread it? did you actually shake your h-“

giggling, you take his face into your palms, “no! naaah, i meant it. we can’t be so sure, right?”

“what are you implying, baby?”

“need you ta’ cum in me, again, daddy.”

[i-write-boop-spoops]

N Harmonia Fluff Alphabet

One anon asked for an N fluff alphabet and another asked for just any N content, so I hope this sates you both!

Not proof read so rip me

Enjoy!

A = Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time?)

Rather expectantly, N loves looking after Pokemon with you! Whether you’re playing with, feeding or tending to them, he really enjoys seeing you being so sweet and kind to cute little mons and giant scary monsters alike.

He also loves just snuggling up with you and playing with each other’s’ hair. He really cherishes that kind of gentle, intimate affection.

Other than that, he really enjoys doing mundane things with you, stuff like going grocery shopping, cleaning the house, gardening etc, even before you live together. There’s something very comforting about it.

Oh, and he loves dancing with you!

B = Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

He admires your kindness obviously, but also your determination and resilience! He thinks you’re so strong, and in turn, it emboldens him too!

As for physical beauty? He loves your smile, even just a little quirk of your lips makes him so happy. It’s just so precious!

C = Comfort (how do they help their s/o when they feel down? what makes them feel better?)

N isn’t the best at this kind of stuff, but he definitely tries his best to offer you support. Usually he just sits with you and lets you vent, or cry into his shoulder, often bringing a cute pokemon with him to cheer you up. He also likes bringing you on walks, hoping it might clear your head.

His words of affirmation, though few, are quite powerful, so you know he means them.

When he’s sad, he’d like to be treated in a similar fashion, just quiet support and cute Pokemon

D = Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o and in general?)

N doesn’t really know how he wants his life to go, the only thing he’s certain of is that he wants to continue improving the relationships between humans and Pokemon, and that he wants to be with you for the rest of time.

E = Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they rather passive?)

Due to his lack of experience, he’s definitely more on the passive side, preferring to let you take the lead when it comes to dates and stuff. Though he has no problem asserting himself (gently) if he wants to do something else instead.

F = Fight (how quick are they to forgive their s/o? what are they like in an argument? who says sorry first?)

N hates fighting with you, absolutely despises it, so he tends to avoid it when he can. Inevitably, like in all relationships, you end up in a few spats. He’s never mean to you, but he does try talk over you and has a habit of just walking out instead of working out the issue right away. Really he just goes for a walk to calm him down, and he’s usually back in an hour or two, but you probably don’t solve your disagreement until the next day.

He finds it quite easy to admit fault and apologise, so you don’t have to weasel a ‘sorry’ out of him. And due to his earnest nature, you know he means it.

G = Gifts (what kind of things do they gift to their s/o? are they spontaneous or do they stick to special events like anniversaries?)

When N gives a gift, most of the time, he doesn’t even realise it. He just sees something he thinks you’d like and just gives it to you without a second thought. Usually it’s pretty flora or candy, occasionally it’s a plush. Sometimes you get gifts very often, sometimes it’s weeks, maybe months, between each present.

H = Heart Eyes (what are they like in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their love? do they brag about their s/o to others?)

N can be described as blissfully confused when in love. So soft and blushy and not totally sure what he’s feeling, but he sure does love it, and you. His Pokemon friends pick up on it immediately and root for the two of you.

Unintentionally brags. He just thinks you’re swell and tends to bring that up often, but he’s not trying to gloat.

I = Impression (what first attracted them to their s/o? how accurate was their first impression to how their s/o actually is?)

You seemed to handle that little joltik so carefully as you returned it to its mother galvantula, without an ounce of fear or malice in your eyes, and truly only kindness in your heart. It made him feel so at ease, like he had found a kindred spirit.

Not only was he right, he also found his soulmate too,

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?)

N doesn’t quite understand jealousy. Like, you love each other, what does he have to worry about? He likes your friends a lot, and he finds anybody who tries to flirt with you more annoying than anything else

K = Kiss (are they a good kisser? what was their first kiss like? where do they kiss the most?)

At the beginning, N’s kisses are sweet but awkward, he’s so new to it, so he’s a bit afraid he might make a mistake. As your relationships progresses though, he becomes more comfortable and confident with it, and kisses reflect that, so soft and caring and full of meaning

I did a whole thing about N and kissing here

L = Little Things (what are the little things they love about their s/o? are they attentive?)

Really what doesn’t he love? It’s not that he puts you on a pedestal, he just genuinely finds you amazing and he loves you so much

M = Marriage (do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the wedding be like?)

N doesn’t feel the need to marry you, as long as you’re in love, that’s what matters to him, a piece of paper doesn’t make it any more valid than it is in his eyes.

That being said, if you want to get married, he’s down for it, but don’t expect anything sappy or traditional. No proposal, no huge event, just the two of you exchanging heartfelt vows at the courthouse, with matching rings.

N = Nicknames (what do they call their s/o? what do they get called?)

He doesn’t really use nicknames, just the occasionally “Love” or “Dear”

On the flipside, he loves your nicknames for him. Some of his favourites are “Cutie”, “Sweetie”, “Greenie” and “Nat”

O = Open (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? is it easy for them to share?)

While I wouldn’t say N is an open book, he doesn’t really hide things from you. He tells you how he feels without much fanfare, and you’re made aware of his past quite early on, even before you started dating.

P = Pancakes (are they a good cook? how often do they cook for their s/o? breakfast in bed or fancy dinner dates?)

N’s actually pretty good at cooking, and tends to cook pretty often, especially when you’re on the road together. His meals are simple and comforting, sometimes spicy, lots of soups and curries and rice.

Since he’s vegetarian, he prefers to cook for the two of you instead of going out, since most restaurants don’t have great options for him. That being said, if you find a place with a good menu, he’s totally down to take you there.

Q = Quirk (a random quality/ability that is beneficial to their relationship.)

N does not understand the concept of BS, so you don’t have to worry about playing weird mind games to find out what he really wants. As a result, your relationship is quite chill

R = Romance (how romantic are they? are they cliché or creative?)

Again, he’s not traditionally romantic, but he does care about you quite a lot and loves making you smile. And while it doesn’t say “I love you” very often, he means it, and that is a lot more valuable than any serenade or flower bouquet

S = Sleep (who falls asleep first? do they need their s/o close to them? do they have any bad habits?)

If you play with his hair, he’s out like a light. While he’s cuddles are lax and loose when he’s awake, he hugs you like a teddy when he’s fast asleep.

His sleep routine is shit though.

T = Thrill (do they need to spice up their relationship with new things or do they stick to a routine? how often do they do new things?)

N loves the cosiness of domestic mundanity, so it’s safe to say he likes to play it, well, safe. It gives him a sense of comfort and stability that he really appreciates.

U = Unity (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? what traits do they share?)

Through being with you, N learns to be more attentive and emotional (in a healthy way), and to appreciate humans even more. He also feels more human too.

While you already loved Pokemon, he makes you see how truly amazing and special they are, and treat them even better than you did before.

V = Value (how important is their relationship to them? what is it worth compared to other things in their life?)

Your relationship is very important to him, but deep down, you know his love for Pokemon trumps his love for you. Though it never causes an issue with you

W = Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon.)

Likes to make matching flower crowns for the two of you and whatever Pokemon you’’re with at the time!

X = XOXO (do they like to kiss and cuddle? are they upfront about their relationship or rather shy when in public?)

N loves fluttery kisses and really tender hugs and cuddles, ones when you’re loosely tanged together and gently stroking each other’s skin.

He is not a PDA person at all, besides holding your hand and the occasional kiss. Some of it is shyness, but it’s mostly because he doesn’t feel the need to prove your relationship to anyone. He doesn’t use affection lightly.

Y = Yearning (how do they cope when they spend time away from their s/o? do they miss their s/o?)

He’s pretty okay on his own, since he’s quite used to it, but he does still miss you a lot. He finds comfort in things that remind you of him, a certain scent, a flower, a sound, even a Pokemon, it makes him feel like you’re with him

Z = Zoo (do they have pets? do they want some in the future?)

N doesn’t have any pets, mainly because he thinks Pokemon are friends. How many Poke-friends does he have? Too many for even him to count. My man radiates serious Disney Princess energy with the way Pokemon seem to flock to him.

That being said, he’s not against good people having Pokemon as pets, so if you have pokemon, you know he’ll be the best dad to them ever.

[wickedyan]

Oh how about yandere inumaki toge ! His ability are made for it ! Imagine making you brake up with your bf or kissing you or force cuddling you and then telling you to forget it . I have so many ideas for him but I wanna hear your first ! If that's okay

Tags: non con, possessive inumaki, manipulation, nsfw, cock warming, cunnilingus, 

A/n: I LOVE HIM

Sfw:

Inumaki is pretty likeable, so I don’t imagine it would be hard for him to become close with you. He’d probably start by making sure u could understand him, giving his number to you and messaging you memes while Gojo rambles on and on. He’d involve you in pranks he had planned.

You’ll be speaking to Megumi about a mission he’s going on and Inumaki will appear behind him and make faces, imitating him and any time Megumi turned around he’d seem to be on his phone (messaging you about how close that was!!)

He’ll ask you out eventually, and he’ll actually give you a choice. If you say no, he’ll be a gentleman and respect your wishes. However, if you even show the slightest of interest,,, you’re fucked.

He’ll be stuck to you like glue. He’ll join you on missions, he’s doing homework in your dorm room and he’s sleeping over because he just so happened to fall asleep in your bed while you went to the bathroom and he just looks so peaceful, how could you ever wake him.

Inumaki is a whiny possessive. If you don’t pay him enough attention, he’s pouting. He wants all your attention al the time. He wants your thoughts on him, not your peers. Inumaki wants to be your phone background and your password. He wants to be your first choice (choose me pick me love me). If you seem less interested in his,,, obsessive behaviour, I think he might just snap.

Inumaki is hugging you from behind when you’re talking with anyone, glaring if he deems them a threat.

I doubt he’d actually use his cursed speech unless you really gave him no other choice. He knows the risks, who knows how many memories with him you’d lose if he told you to forget. But the threat of it is very real.

He’s gonna expect you know everything about him, just like he does about you. Your birthday is his password, your parents get gifts on their birthdays, he buys you flowers on every month-iversary, and many times in between. (How could he ever let you have a room without fresh flowers). Put in the same effort as him or he’ll sulk for weeks, making you out to be the bad guy to your friends, ignoring you and refusing to answer your desperate messages. Honestly, I can see the only thing fixing this would be to give him the best blowjob of his life.

The only time I Think he’d seriously use his cursed speech against you would be if you tried to end things with him. Its just too exhausting to be with him, you need a break, Toge.

“Stay.” And how could you ever refuse.

Nsfw:

Maybe it’s the cursed speech thing, but he has an oral fixation. Your mouth, plush lips wrapped around his cock as he thrusts slowly and watches the tears pool in your eyes… heaven. But also enjoys using his mouth on you, knows you enjoy the threat of him slipping up and uttering something utterly debauched, and the vibrating of the tattoos is definitely helpful.

Loves your tits, loves twisting your nipples and playing with them. Doesn’t even matter if they’re super sensitive or not, he’ll latch on to your nipple and suckle them and bite until you’re dripping for him. Definitely owns nipple clamps and will use them on you no matter your reaction to them. Also definitely asks you to get the pierced.

Enjoys missionary the most, wants to be able to hold your hands and kiss you lovingly. Says he makes sweet, sweet love to you, instead of fucking you.

Never stretches you properly, loves leaving you just underprepared enough that you cry when he pushes his pretty cock inside. Cums inside and loves seeing your cream all over his cock.

Cockwarming… loves to chuck on a random movie and sit you down on his cock, playing idly with your tits while giving you no other attention. Pretends to be uncomfortable and wiggles around just to see you gasp all prettily. Another instance that he uses his cursed speech; pulls out the “Don’t move,” sometimes when you just wont stop squirming on his cock.

[myherowritings]

of gold stars and lotus crisps

SUMMARY. You didn’t always get along with your roommate. But with his disarming charm and genuine kindness, you soon found yourself taking a liking to Zhongli and all the little gifts he got for you. 

PAIRING. zhongli x reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. roommate au, modern au, fluff

A/N. i’m in love with zhongli, did u know? 😳 anyway i think i had way too much fun writing this ahdjksd so pls enjoy 🥺💓 xx sof

Your roommate wasn’t particularly airheaded, you wouldn’t say. But he did seem to either forget or not care for the mundane, everyday things in life. 

Mundane, everyday things such as closing the door as he entered, turning the faucet off after washing dishes, bringing his wallet with him when he went shopping, eating enough meals throughout the day needed to properly sustain his health... 

Honestly, you had to wonder how on earth he’s kept himself alive all these years. It wouldn’t surprise you if he was pampered and spoiled rotten all his life. (Though, after getting to know him, you started to realize he did nothing out of malintent and he wasn’t actually a spoiled brat.)

Still, it was annoying at first—you couldn’t lie. 

Those weren’t characteristics you wanted in a roommate, but with how high rent was these days, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. You’d rather split rent with someone who seemed fairly harmless, albeit a bit of a handful, than go house-hunting all over again.

In the beginning, it was a chore. Constantly closing the door after him or reminding him to lock it himself, paying attention to the running water in case he left the faucet open and accidentally flooded the place, cooking extra for breakfast so he could have something to eat instead of just skipping the meal— It was a lot to deal with at first.

But he was receptive to communication. After you sat down with him one night and genuinely told him about the things that bothered you, Zhongli tried to be more mindful of his surroundings and checked the sink before leaving the kitchen. He brought his keys with him and closed the door. And he even remembered to bring his wallet whenever the two of you went out to eat together! That was a feat in itself, you had to say. 

One thing he never quite got the hang of, however, was not skipping meals due to sheer forgetfulness.

“Did you eat breakfast yet?” you would ask. 

He would pause, putting his book or whatever else was capturing his attention at the time down. “Breakfast… I’m afraid I can’t remember if it was yesterday or the day before when I last ate it.” 

And that simply wouldn’t do. 

You found yourself waking up a little earlier before Zhongli had to go to work and cooking a little more than usual in order to ensure he had something to eat. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, after all! You couldn’t just let your roommate (and friend) miss the best meal. 

It became more and more frequent for the two of you to eat breakfast together to start your day, bonding as you passed a pitcher of orange juice and shared smiles as the sun shined through the glass windows.

Mornings became a million times more pleasant with him around. 

And it wasn’t as if your friendship was purely one-sided, with you giving more than you were getting. In his own ways, Zhongli would express his gratitude and liking towards you. 

Most days, he’d come home from work or from hanging out with his friends with a gift in his hands. Whether it be a shiny figurine from an anime you liked or an obscure snow globe with indecipherable writings on it, he would offer it to you with a wide-eyed look on his face, as if he was deliberately gauging your reaction. 

“Y/N, would you care for this gift? It reminded me of you and I thought you would like it.”

Or—

“You said you were a fan of this show, correct? I’m not sure who the character on this sweatshirt is, but it seems to suit you.” 

Soon, you found all of Zhongli’s gifts to you taking up a whole corner in your room, from the clothes in the dresser to the trinkets resting on the shelves atop. You couldn’t help but smile fondly whenever you glanced at it. 

The routine became second nature, with you cooking meals for him and eating breakfast and sometimes even dinner together, him giving you random gifts and treating you out (when he remembered to bring his wallet, of course). The two of you seemed to settle into a nice, content rhythm. That was, until the past few days when you started feeling an odd flutter in your stomach and an unfamiliar race of your heart in Zhongli’s presence.

You didn’t sense those physiological changes when you were around him before… Why was it happening now? 

After hours of thinking, you came to the conclusion that these symptoms could only be one of two things: Either you randomly caught the case of a stomach bug, or you developed a crush on your roommate. 

You couldn’t say which would be worse. 

And to add insult to injury, you were having this sudden revelation only minutes before Zhongli’s arrival back home. He was out for the weekend and would be here for dinnertime. 

You decided to make a meal of Bamboo Shoot Soup with Lotus Flower Crisps for dessert— Something a little fancier than usual and something you knew he liked, and for some reason, you felt nervous at the thought of him tasting your cooking this time. It was often the case you cooked for yourself and made enough for him to have some servings, but today, you wanted to make things he enjoyed in hopes of having him be pleased by the effort you put in. 

Sure, he would’ve appreciated a sloppily put together Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich, but an annoying part of you couldn’t help but seek praise from your crush for a dish you put your heart into. 

Soon enough, you heard the familiar jingling of keys and unlocking of the door as Zhongli stepped inside, slipping his shoes off and removing his overcoat. From the corner of your eye, you saw him pull out a small box from the inner pocket of his coat and slip it into the pocket of his slacks. 

“Hi, Zhongli! Welcome home,” you greeted from the kitchen as you shut the stove off. “You came just in time for me to finish making dinner.”

Home. Was calling your shared space ‘home’ strange? It seemed oddly domestic and you felt your heartbeat pick up speed. It felt right to call it home, and that made you nervous. 

“It smells delectable,” said Zhongli with a smile, rolling his sleeves up his forearms before he washed his hands in the sink. While he dried off, he watched as you scooped the contents of the pot into two bowls. “The bamboo looks perfectly cooked and the pork seems tender and succulent. It’s lovely; thank you for taking the time to cook it, Y/N.” 

You felt heat flood your cheeks at his flood of praises, puffing your chest up ever so slightly. “Well, maybe you should taste it first before you shower me in compliments— What if it’s not as good as it looks?” 

“Having knowledge of your culinary skills from past experiences, I believe it’s unlikely for this meal to be anything less than delicious.” He helped you carry the bowls and utensils to the dining room table, sitting down in front of you with a fond look on his face.“After all, you made it.”

Stuffing your mouth full of bamboo shoots to prevent a dopey look from spreading and inevitably outing your newfound crush on him, you mumbled a quick, “Thanks.” 

He nodded, promptly settling into a comfortable silence as he enjoyed every bite of the soup. Like usual, the meal was on the quieter side, save for his occasional compliments and hums of satisfaction as he ate your cooking. 

“Somehow, you manage to outdo yourself each time,” he commended as he finished his bowl, carefully folding his napkin in a neat square after dabbing it across his mouth. “Thank you for the meal and company, Y/N.”

“Of course. I always enjoy having dinner with you.” 

“Maybe tomorrow, you would allow me to take you out for dinner at Xinyue Kiosk? You recently expressed an interest in having Yue cuisine so I managed to talk to the owner and secure a reservation.” 

Your eyes widened. Xinyue Kiosk was known for having a waitlist that was over three-months long— Travellers from overseas waited years just to get a taste of their Fullmoon Egg and Golden Crab. 

Just a few days ago, you told Zhongli you were craving some Crystal Shrimp from the restaurant and, while he wasn’t fond of seafood, he promised he’d take you to get some soon. Now, you knew he had some pretty powerful connections through his line of work, but you didn’t know it was strong enough to wiggle his way past a three-month waitlist. 

Did he sell his left kidney for a spot? you wondered, only half-joking. 

“Xinyue Kiosk? Tomorrow?” you repeated, wanting to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you.

“Yes, tomorrow.” He hesitated, an unfamiliar flash of uncertainty crossing his features. “Unless, of course, you are unable to accompany me or do not wish to do so— I apologize if I have made any rash assumptions—” 

“No, no! That’s not it at all! I’d love to go with you! I was just surprised you got a reservation on such short notice,” you said hurriedly, shaking your head. “But maybe I shouldn’t be too shocked; you are amazing after all.” 

“You flatter me. I simply called in on a favor once I found out you wanted to dine on some Yue cuisine,” he brushed off nonchalantly. “It’s the least I could do for you.”

“The least you could do for me is take me on a fancy date to the most exclusive restaurant in Liyue Harbor, hmm?” you teased. “Is this a grand gesture of your affection towards me?” 

“Yes.” 

His answer was so straightforward and brief, you almost didn’t catch it. “P-pardon?” 

Zhongli smiled but didn’t say a word in response.

Was he just joking around and teasing you back? Your stomach churned in excitement but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. You tried to shake off your nerves. 

There was a beat of silence. 

“I made some Lotus Flower Crisps for us—!” “Would you care for a gift I got you—?”

The two of you blurted out your sentences at the same time, trying to patch the lapse of quiet from settling in.

“Apologies,” said Zhongli, tilting his head to the side. “What were you saying again?”

“Oh, no, it’s fine! You can go first!” 

He studied you closely but eventually relented. “If you’re sure.” Zhongli stood up to gingerly pull a mint-colored box out of his pocket, walking around the table until he was next to you. “I was only saying I stopped by the jewelers on the way home from work and picked this up for you.” 

A silly smile spread across your face as you accepted the box into your hands. The jewelry box itself felt durable and luxe, and you opened it up to see cushions of velvet holding a delicate-looking necklace in place. The chain was gold and shiny and there was a small star pendant in the center.

“Stars are bright and brilliant and never fail to light up the darkness. Such a necklace seemed only fitting for the likes of you.” 

Your stomach felt like dolphins were flipping and doing tricks inside. Comparing someone to a star didn’t seem like a ‘just roommates’ thing to do, but you’d rather not assume anything only to be let down. So instead, you just grinned. “It’s beautiful— I love it so much, Zhongli! Thank you.” 

“I’m glad it’s to your liking. Do you need any assistance putting it on?” 

“I’d appreciate that very much,” you said with a nod, watching as his nimble fingers removed the chain from the velvet cushion and gently draped it around you. 

The cool metal brushed against your warm skin, startling you enough that you almost jumped up in your seat. But that feeling of shock didn’t compare to the sparks that came when Zhongli rested his palm against the nape of your neck, taking his time to secure the gold clasp.

“It’s 24 karat gold which means the pendant, though small, may be more malleable than jewelry made of alloyed gold. If you wish to engage in more strenuous physical activities it may be best to take it off then to keep the piece in best condition. Only if that’s to your interest, of course. It’s yours and you may do with it whatever you please.” He removed his fingers from the back of your neck and you felt disappointed at the loss of warmth. “All that to say… I hope you like it.”

Zhongli seemed to have a shy look on his face, a stark contrast from his usually confident and self-assured features. As if he didn’t look cute enough already, you internally swooned. 

“Are you kidding? I love it!” You threw your arms over his shoulders, overjoyed at your new gift. A pure, 24 karat gold piece wasn’t something that sounded inexpensive, and you’d be sure to treasure it for as long as you could. “Thank you so, so much, Zhongli.” 

“You’re more than welcome.” He looked happy that you were happy, smiling as he admired the delicate chain of jewelry around your neck. “It looks stunning on you.”

You glowed at his flattery, but attempted to play it off with a small shrug. “Only because you have good taste.”

“What use is good taste if not to complement the recipient of the present?” said Zhongli, taking a seat back down on the chair across from you. “Now, what were you saying earlier?”

There was a moment of confusion before you remembered the dessert you made for him cooling on the counter. 

“Oh, right!” You stood up in excitement, bouncing over to the kitchen to pull out a tray of Lotus Flower Crisps. “I made these for you,” you said nervously, placing the sweets in the center of the dining table. “It’s probably not as good of a gift as the necklace you got but—”

“It’s better,” he said with certainty.

You blinked. “Better?”

“Yes. After all, you made it.” His voice was confident and his smile was firm as he looked fondly at you. “A gift that requires time and effort to create is the best one a person could receive.” He admired the blooming fried pastry, gently touching the part that was meant to resemble a petal. “Maybe I can make you a gift instead of buying it one day as well.”

“I’d appreciate anything from you,” you said plainly. “If you came home with a half-off candybar, I’d love it nonetheless.” 

Zhongli chuckled, taking a bite of a Lotus Flower Crisp. “You’re very generous. That’s just one thing I like about you.” 

You grew bashful. Just one? Then what were the other things?

“This tastes absolutely delicious, by the way,” he said, the last piece of his pastry disappearing between his lips, the pink tip of his tongue poking out to sweep a loose crumb off the corner of his mouth. “Thank you for making this, Y/N.”

Forcibly tearing your gaze away from his lips, you took a drink of water to clear your dry throat. “You’re welcome. I’m happy you think so. I was worried the taste wouldn’t be to your liking.” 

“No need to worry then, I trust in your culinary skills completely.” 

You shared a smile as you ate the pastry in contentment. The sweet crispness of the pink flower felt light in your stomach, the perfect dessert to complement the mood. 

Once the two of you were stuffed full, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to your conversation at the beginning of the night. 

“So…” you trailed off, promptly gathering Zhongli’s full attention. “Earlier, when I asked if dinner at Xinyue Kiosk  would be a date and a way for you to show your affection and you said yes… You weren’t joking around?”

“I wouldn’t jest about such a thing,” he stated. “Besides, I was talking to Aether about you and he said we were practically dating already. I wasn’t too sure what he meant at first, but apparently it’s not commonplace for roommates to give each other gifts and spend meals together like this.” 

You flushed, having the decency to look sheepish. “Well, I guess he’s right about that. Not that it really matters what’s common or not as long as we both enjoy it,” you said assuredly despite your fluttering heart. You found your hand gravitating towards the small star pendant around your neck. You held it between your thumb and forefinger, finding both comfort and courage in the smooth metal. “Still… I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of dating.”

He smiled when he noticed you holding onto the gift he got for you. “I agree. With you as a partner, the prospect of dating doesn’t sound particularly tedious. Perhaps a nice dinner out would be a good starting point into something more… Official, I believe is the word Aether used?” 

Official. You quite liked the sound of that. “I’d love that. A real, official date sounds nice,” you said with a grin, removing your hands from your necklace only to place it over his, clasping them gently. “Anything to spend more time with you.” 

Zhongli gave you a gentle squeeze back. “It’s a date then. And I’m rather looking forward to it.” 

Fondly, you wondered how your roommate who you once could barely even stand turned into someone so important to you. You went from two objects repelling each other in space, to a binary star system, gravitational bound together. 

“I’m looking forward to it too.”

[cielcius]

IN YOUR FAVOR | SUNA RINTAROU

pairings: Suna x g/n!reader

summary: In such a large, corrupt campus, it’s hard to find someone who’s willing to put up with anything, especially your drunk self.

from the writer: this was supposed to be my xmas gift here but oh well uhm anyways I have to work like three days in a row after posting this... fun :D eh idk maybe I'll get some inspiration from my male coworker while I'm at it or something (that’s not called using him.. righttttt? right :)) though this is technically going to be my last fic of the year, I'm glad its this one because imma be honest, I think I'm the shit/j no I just laugh at my own jokes but really, to anyone who actually reads my rants, I hope u enjoy this bc this made me laugh way more than any other fic I've written and in a way, its special <3

genre: fluff, crack, drunk fic, strangers to lovers (?)

wc: 4.4k (whew longest I've written in a while)

notes & warnings: reader is drunk!!! also a lot of secondhand embarrassment so this is your first and only warning!!! mentions of alcohol, two mentions of m*rder (in a drunk way), your dorm mates are really shitty, party at a sorority house, cursing, reader is all kinds of drunk (it’s called inclusivity people 😃)

“Hey, can you watch our drinks for us? We’ll be right back.”

Three red plastic cups find their way into your arms, the owners walking off without another word to you thus, leaving you defenseless in the house of a sorority you didn’t even know. The sigh you let out gets lost in the blaring music that bangs against the walls, vibrating with a frequency large enough to cause a headache without the alcohol.

You lean back against the wall, eyeing the entrance of the house with envy lingering in your eyes, before deciding right there that you’d leave the moment they came back for their drinks.

Placing the three cups down on the nearest table, you take to holding only your drink to which you periodically sip from. The alcohol burns as it passes through your throat, leaving an almost dry feeling in your mouth with a taste that makes you feel off about the beverage. Regardless, you continue with your drink, and then another, and then another.

It’s after you’ve already finished three drinks that your dorm mates come back, two hours having passed since they promised to come back for you. “Hey, sorry. We got distracted on the way back.” For two hours? Looking down, you can tell how they don’t even bother to hide the new drinks they had gotten for themselves along the way, making you roundly roll your eyes as you walk off.

“I’m leaving.”

You don’t wait for an answer, and even if you did, it’d only be drowned out in the music just like everything else. Your cup finds the trashcan on the way out and you’re thankful for the cold air that greets you as you walk down the shallow steps of the porch, regardless of it being the middle of winter.

You should have known it was a bad idea to come along in the first place, especially when the word sorority had made its way into the conversation. You mentally shake your head, trying to clear your mind and the bad gut feeling for the most part before reminding yourself that you could start looking for your own apartment soon as you start your walk back to the dorm building.

All is quiet but it takes a minute for you to notice that your steps are starting to fall out of sequence, your body swaying as you desperately try to find your balance again. Shit. Tell-tale signs of alcohol.

Looking around, you spot one of the many cafes that litter the campus, the warm light attracting you like a fly as you mindlessly stumble through the door. Though it could be considered early to be leaving a party, you still feel the pins of shock at the sight of a line to order and people lounging about at tables seemingly placed at random.

The thought dawns upon you: a night cafe.

The sign with their hours on the door is too small and blurry for you to make out, but it’s pointless as you’ve already claimed a spot in line without thinking so much of what to order or to even skim the menu. What am I doing? I should just go home instead.

Just as your conscious agrees with your mind, your body digresses in retaliation as it brings you closer to the counter in shaky steps and unbalanced coordination. Just as you’ve watched your feet hold a place where your body is oddly balanced, you’re called up to the register to order.

Your hands land on the counter, palms flat as your arms straighten to support your weight and you keep your head down. “Um, I...” Just leave! Your eyes follow the counter several inches to the right where you spot a menu, but the words are too blurry for you to read. You’re drunk.

Just as you think about reaching out for the menu, one of your arms give out, your legs already too tired to support your weight any longer, and you think you might just be ready to leave this world after coming to the conclusion that there is no coming back embarrassment-free from passing out at the register of a cafe.

The ground grows closer as you fall, almost in slow motion until you stop. There’s something that comes around your back, warmth palming at your side as one of your arms is lifted to come across a pair of broad shoulders. Someone caught you.

“I’m sorry,” You hang your head impossibly further. “I didn’t think the alcohol would be so strong.” You keep your eyes down on the floor, watching a pair of black boots walk closely to yours. In the sound distance, you think you hear words of reassurance.

Your mouth speaks apologies for you before you’re being seated at a table, a tall window serving a scene of winter pleasant on the eyes. The cool air is frosted against the glass window, a chill emitting a shiver that runs up your spine and falls down your arms before you hear a voice speak muffled words, the same voice that spoke of reassurance.

You let out a soft sigh of confusion, eyes glazed over but ears perked as you listen again. “I’m gonna get you some water and food.” There’s a pause, but eventually, you realize that the person speaking is waiting for an answer. You nod quietly, lips pressed together in a silent apology and agonizing shame.

I really should have just left.

You wait until the black boots disappear to lift your head, turning to look at the drizzle starting outside the cafe. You watch as anonymous figures in large coats jog for shelter, book bags being held over heads as a temporary shield. Even as you sit in the arms of manmade sunlight, it oddly feels as if you’re running with them in the rain, just as cold under the sky that bears its tears to the world.

There’s a clash of ceramic on the table in front of you, but it isn’t until something bumps against your shoe that you turn your attention away from the window. The black boots are back, one near your shoe that’s enough to tell you what had bumped against your foot.

You look at the table, a steaming mug of what looks to be hot chocolate and a plated croissant sitting fresh in front of you. You curl your lips in, the bottom half stuck between your teeth, before popping them back out. “Thank you...” When you raise your eyes to look straight ahead, you can only make out the middle section of a black apron, breast pocket showing no name or name tag of the sort.

“Suna. Suna Rintarou.”

You raise your chin, making brief contact with green before looking away with a pout just shy on your lips. “Thank you, Suna.” Hopefully, he’s heard you over the distant chatter of lingering customers as your head fills with one thought.

He’s... pretty.

The hot chocolate slides past your throat, not as easy as water would but easier than the alcohol that now runs freely through your veins. You let out a quiet sigh when you’ve let the mug hit the wooden table again, the smell of chocolate burning on your lips with a sugary aftertaste.

Slowly, you go to pick at the croissant, flakes falling to the pristine ceramic in a similar manner of fall-toned leaves kissing the concrete with tips curled in at a last attempt of self-protection.

Oh, now you’re getting a little too cheesy.

You look down your side again, eyes traveling down the arch of your leg and to the floor where black boots wait in patience.

“Are you okay to get home—”

“I’m sorry for causing so much trouble.” The piece of the pastry you once held in your hand is placed back onto the plate before you continue. “I really don’t drink this much, I don’t know why I did, but I’ll pay you back. Here, lemme get my wallet out.” Your voice trails off, eyes pointing themselves to the pocket of your coat where you think your wallet might be.

Your hand is shoved into the pocket, fingers clumsily rummaging around until pressure on your arm stops you mid-search. “You don’t have to pay for anything,” There’s something else that Suna says but you don’t get a chance to hear as he continues. “Just tell me if I can call someone to pick you up or help you back to... wherever you came from.”

“I was born in (hometown).”

“Okay, thank you. So there’s no one I can call?”

You shake your head, the knowledge of your roommates being the only people you know lingering absentmindedly in your brain. There was no one else, so you shake your head again. “My roommates are still at the party, high and drunk off their asses by now, I bet.”

There’s a low scoff, one that almost sounds like a chuckle but there’s no time to think as Suna sits himself in the seat across from you. “Okay, I’ll drive you to your apartment—”

“I live in the dorms.”

Suna presses his lips together, silent and in waiting in case you have something else to say, before proceeding. “Okay, I’ll drive you to your dorm after I close up. Sound good?” You pause before nodding silently.

“Thank you, Suna.”

—

You don’t realize that you’ve fallen asleep until Suna is shaking you by the shoulder, the engine turned off with the car still on, and the headlights reflecting with a harsh glare against the car in front. “Building C, right?” Just as you had told him, he had parked right across the street from the brick building stacked tall with overpacked dorms and communal bathrooms. Home sweet home.

“Uhm, y-yeah. Looks like it.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have parked across the street. Suna thinks to himself with a frown pressing on his lips. “Can you get in by yourself?” He eyes the building across the street.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s... um...mm.” Mid-sentence, you fail to catch your head that falls limp on your shoulder, pushing your body into an uncomfortable position as you lose another battle to sleep.

Suna turns off the car and unbuckles his seatbelt before going around the car to help you out of your seat. With your arm around his shoulders and his under yours, Suna is almost tempted to just carry you as he nearly drags you across the street and to the entrance of the building.

“Hey, can you get your entrance card out? Need to scan it to get in.” When Suna looks down at you, your eyes are slitted and glazed over, but more or less open as you slowly gain consciousness. With a small hum, you start to fumble for a card before pressing it against the panel.

The light flashes red.

Again, you press the card against the panel, and again, the light flashes red. Looking down at the card, you almost sink into yourself as your eyes find red letters in bold. “Oh, this is a Ch*potle gift card. Oops.”

That’s actually an Am*zon gift card, but Suna keeps his lips sealed as you finally pull out your entrance card to which a green light flashes in response. “Waiiiiit.” Suna turns to look at you, foot raised in a mid-step through the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

He watches as you cast your eyes downward, a force pulling the edges of your lips down. You mutter something too quiet for him to hear, so Suna leans in closer with a question for you to repeat it. “What if you do something bad?”

There’s a pause in his actions, delayed by a sliver of shock before he’s overtaken with amusement. “Oh? Like what?” Straightening to his full height, or as much as he could with you on his shoulders, Suna can’t help but let a smirk fall onto his lips.

“Like,” You lean in closer to his ear. “stealing my stuff. O-or, m*rdering me.” All in the midst of drunken chaos, Suna thinks this is the best use of his time that he’s ever invested in. “That’s a big jump between the two. Hm, maybe you shouldn’t let me go with you. Good thinking.”

Sliding his arm out from under you, he lets you stand on your own two legs, wobbling like a newborn until you admit defeat by grabbing onto his outstretched hands. “Okay, let me just walk you to your door then—”

“Nooo.”

“I won’t steal your things, or k*ll you.”

You look up from your feet to Suna. “Promise? Or else I’ll never be able to wear these shoes again” The two of you look down at said shoes, the toes clicking together and Suna has to admit—they do look good on you. Suna bites the inside of his mouth to rebel against an oncoming laugh that threatens to break his exterior.

“I pinky promise.” Suna isn’t sure what he meant to accomplish by adding the action of interlocking pinkies, but that seems to further reassure you as you let him guide you inside the dimly lit building.

The cold elevator lighting stabs at your temples as you enter, your eyes squeezed shut before you open them slowly to adjust. “What floor do you live on?” Suna brings you over to the panel with many buttons waiting to be pressed—

“I swear to god if you even think about pressing all of the buttons on here, I will get off and take the stairs back down.” Though the statement itself should worry you, it only brings a giggle bubbling at your lips before you look back at the panel. “It’s the third one,” You press the button, and the doors close. “I think.”

Suna hopes he heard wrong just now.

You’re slightly leaning into him more by the time the elevator doors open again, body nearly lax against his until he’s nudging you awake. Walking out, you’re met with two signs pointing down two different halls with a section of numbers on each.

“What number is your dorm?”

“Three hundred and eighteen, on the right.”

Suna brings you to the left, double-checking the sign pointing and labeled with numbers three hundred to three hundred and fifty. In the distance, presumably down the right hall, there’s shouting. Suna thinks quietly to himself once again. I hate dorms.

It’s a short stroll down the hall with an occasional misstep but you eventually make it there safe. “You have your key, right?” Your eyes widen, suddenly wide awake as you look up at Suna. That’s why you couldn’t fully get rid of that bad gut feeling from earlier.

“Oh no.”

—

“Red toothbrush, just like you asked.”

Handing you the plastic package, Suna watches as you fumble to get the opening before tearing the cardboard at the back. “Hehe, yay.” Still seated at the edge of his bed with your clothes folded on his dresser, you swing your legs slightly toned in Suna’s spare clothes.

Suna draws out a short sigh after looking at the situation he’s gotten himself into but alas, finds himself patting you on the head before turning to wash up in the bathroom. How did he become so weak to (your) puppy eyes in such a short time?

“Oh, I’ll grab you a towel.” Walking out into the hall, Suna digs through the closet but finds no spare towels in the end, eventually sighing as he finds himself making his way into the only other bedroom in the apartment.

“Tarou? What are you doing in my bathroom?”

Suna’s younger sister is typically a heavy sleeper, but of course, he can count on her the most to wake up during the few times he wished she wouldn’t. “Do we have any extra towels?”

“Huh? Why—” The young woman gasps. “Do we have guests—do you have a guest?” Hoping that the next morning would work in his favor—however it played out—Suna gives a brief explanation of the situation to his sister.

“Awh, you must really like them if you—” Quickly, Suna slaps a hand over his sister’s mouth and as much as he loves and adores her, he can’t find himself doing so at the moment.

“Good night.”

Leaving his sister’s bedroom, Suna finds you at the bathroom sink of his own room with a pout spread across your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think I’m the best person to put the toothpaste on.” Looking down at the toothbrush, Suna notices the dot of toothpaste that’s only managed to land on the handle of your toothbrush. “Here,” Suna washes it off before redoing it. “Ah.”

Grabbing hold of your chin in one hand, Suna uses the other to brush your teeth as firmly as he can without hurting you. “Suna, I ca’ brus’ myshelf.” He curses quietly to himself. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

Even as he looks away, Suna can hear the hum of curiosity coming from where you stand. Turning back, your head is tilted slightly to the side with eyes drowned in confusion. Don’t look at me like that.

Suna sighs. “I have a little sister that I used to help get ready in the morning for school.” At the mention of a sister, you perk up, but his explanation is forced to wait as he steps out of the bathroom to let you wash up.

Finally, you walk out with a mind that’s admittedly clearer than before. “You used to brush her teeth for her?”

“Yeah, and her hair, and get her breakfast.” Looking over at you, Suna is met with a teasing smile to which he grimaces at. “That’s nice. Are you looking for another sibling?”

With a gentle push, Suna rolls his eyes as your chuckles make a brief appearance. “No, shut up.” Though he was thankful that you had sobered up a little more at the end of the night, Suna still hadn’t come to the issue of where to sleep until now.

Grabbing a blanket, Suna starts to make his way out of the room, until your voice stops him. “If you’re comfortable, we can sleep in the same bed, but otherwise, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Looking back at you, Suna raises an eyebrow before walking to stand before you. “You’d let a guy like me sleep in the same bed as you?” With a playful tone twisting itself into his words, he awaits your response that doesn’t come as expectedly as he thought.

“Yeah, you are letting me sleep here despite not knowing me, and you already pinky promised to not k*ll me so I’d say it’s a win-win.” For you.

Suna lets out a huff of amusement, a smile teasing his lips before he gives in once again. “Fine. Just don’t hog all of the blankets.” You smile back at him.

“Good night, Suna,” You pause. “And thank you.”

—

The digital clock on the nightstand reads six in the morning when you peel your eyes open, letting your vision adjust as the numbers no longer appear as a jumbled blur of red. A grey sky sits past the light curtains of the bedroom, casting a glow that’s delicate and yet enough to let your eyes scour the interior of the room.

There’s a weight on your waist and another that pulls against you at the shoulders, both coming from the source of Suna Rintarou. His grip on your body is unexpectedly tight, even in the midst of his dream-infested slumber, and before panic can set in, the events of the night before flash through your mind and leave you with a horrified expression spread across your face.

I’m never gonna live this down. If your arms weren’t trapped in the hold of Suna, you would have definitely hidden your face in your hands but alas, you settle for the pillow as the haziness of sleep starts to fade away.

You can only crane your head at an awkward angle to get a glimpse at Suna behind you, and when you do, you’re tempted to fall back asleep as the need to not wake him arises—with the wanting of putting off your embarrassment. Though in the end, it’s not enough (even though you really wanted to go back to sleep).

The struggle to shimmy out of his arms turned to be worse than you thought and as your feet touch the cold floors of the room, you immediately want to dive back under the covers for some platonic (?) cuddling and warmth.

Before you even reach the bathroom, you give into digging through Suna’s closet for a sweater to keep you warm in the unnaturally cold apartment. Sending a mental apology and a promise to give it back later, you shrug on a sweater before making your way to the bathroom.

By the time you’re done, Suna is surprisingly still asleep under the warm covers of his bed, a visible empty space indicating your stay. Maybe I could sneak back in— Before you can take another step towards the bed, your stomach squeals with the urge to eat. Pressing your lips tightly together, you restrain yourself from getting back in the bed and instead turn to venture further into the apartment.

Though you had an assumption that Suna was also a college student, you were still shocked to find yourself face-to-face with the person who seemed to be his roommate—a girl who seemed to be not much younger than you.

Your jaw slackens, mind racing to find something, to at least say good morning but the girl beats you to it. “Are you the girl Tarou brought home yesterday?” Tarou? Even if it were in a different context, meeting a stranger coming out of your roommate's room at six in the morning has never made a good impression on anyone, but you nod.

“Um, we didn’t do anything! I was just drunk and stupid—and really lucky, but I’ll leave now if you want—” A laugh cuts into your sentence, making you watch with wide eyes as the girl attempts to quiet down for the sake of it being early in the morning. “Sorry, it’s fine, really. Stuff like that and having to do with my brother definitely isn’t any of my business.”

“Brother—are you his sister?” Finally, the girl nods with a smile. “Suna Aoi, but you can call me Aoi.” Holding out a hand, you take it as an offering to shake before introducing yourself. “Even though this looks bad, do you want some breakfast? I can try to make you something.”

Without a word, Aoi leads you out into the kitchen, sitting herself on a counter stool with her hands folded in front of her. “Yes, please.” Sharing a laugh, you familiarize yourself with their kitchen and it isn’t until you’re digging through the fridge that Aoi speaks again. “Thank you, L/n.”

“No problem, and Y/n is fine.”

—

The sizzling of food on a pan is what wakes Suna up, and immediately without another thought other than the fact that his sister can’t cook for her life, he stumbles into the kitchen to be met with an unfamiliar sight.

You, the person he took in yesterday night, in his kitchen teaching his sister how to cook food that somehow hasn’t been burnt to a crisp yet.

“And then you just wait until the bubbles start to show before flipping it. Let me get the batter.” Your eyes meet when you turn to grab the bowl filled with the thick pancake batter, your sudden silence making Aoi turn in curiosity to see her brother standing with an unreadable expression—though she makes no comment on it. “Tarou! Look, I made pancakes.”

Moving to the side, Suna can see a plate with two pancakes stacked neatly on top of each other. In other cases, he would be none other than encouraging his sister to make more for him but in this case, the only comprehensible word he can get out is an ‘oh’.

Taking his sudden awakening into account, you take the chance to let Suna clean himself up. “Are you hungry? I’ll make some for you right now. You go eat too, Aoi.” Shooing the girl out of the kitchen with a spatula in hand, you shoot Suna a look before turning to make more pancakes.

Whatever the look is supposed to mean, Suna isn’t sure he wants to know.

When Suna comes back into the kitchen, he only finds Aoi sitting at the counter with an empty plate, save for the random drizzles and puddles of maple syrup. It isn’t until Aoi points it out that Suna realizes that he’s pointedly looking for you. “They went back to their dorm, but they’ll be back soon with your clothes.”

Nodding, Suna sits himself at the counter where a plate presents itself with a stack of pancakes, an extra third one sitting on top with a smiley face drawn from syrup to which he assumes is out of gratitude for last night. “Oh, and you know how I’m moving out, right?”

Suna looks over at Aoi, eyebrows raised slightly at the vague question. “Yeah? I literally packed half of your shit, and your welcome by the way—”

“I found you a roommate.”

“You what?”

Suna puts the fork down, steaming pancake piece forgotten on the plate as he fully turns to face his sister.

After breaking the news of moving out, Aoi had suggested Suna get a new roommate out of concern for his wellbeing (suggested being “get a roommate”). Though in all honesty, Suna was hoping to have a chance to live on his own for the first time—

“Oh, sounds like your roommate’s back.”

“What? They’re coming today?” With no time to ready himself, Suna watches as Aoi opens the door to reveal you in a pair of fresh clothes.

“The good thing is that you’ve already met them.” With arms in the air and jazz hands shaking, Aoi presumably introduces you as Suna’s new roommate.

“Hi, Suna. I’m L/n Y/n, your new roommate.”

Suna looks down at your outstretched hand, only going to take it in his own when he realizes that he never got your name in all of the time spent with you.

“Better start remembering then.” Aoi’s words reach his ears in a low voice, and Suna realizes that in the midst of his shocked state, he must have muttered his words aloud.

Fuck.

But maybe the morning did work in his favor.

Extra:

Looking up from your phone, you observe the cafe in its daylight image before turning to Suna beside you. “Damn, how’d you get around that counter in time to catch me? That shit’s long.” Without looking up from his own phone, Suna replies without a stutter.

“Oh please, I could see your drunk ass coming from a mile away.”

[rintarous]

fuckboy!suna

[ masterlist ]

kageyama | osamu | kita | tendou

my baby ++ my mind kinda loopy after reading killing stalking lmfao help me

suna the fuckboy

has a nice ring to it ngl

since he’s practically besties with the miya twins, you know this fool is gonna be accustomed to their antics

since him and the twins are like a package deal, they do shit together

even if it pains him, he’ll do it cs bro code and theyre just tight like that

at first he’s like “no wtf??” when he was first told abt the idea

but atsumu managed to convince him by saying “live a little you boring ass bitch”

and my dude LOVED it

he loved the attention

#attentionwhore

i picture him as this rich and lowkey bratty boy

so what he wants, what he gets

if he wants this specific person, he will get that person

no matter what it takes

probably already thought of 28931892 ways to get their attention

like kita, he has this appeal when he’s s i l e n t

cs he’s observing your daily actions

just like how a predator stalks its prey

how ironic it is that he looks like a fox lol

he also gets pretty bored easily

so if you’re a fling, you only last for like 2-3 business days with him then you’re out of the picture

it just works like that

if his flings decide to say the i love you word,,

he’s DEADASS just going to say “yikes”

just like the pic above ^^^

suna flings™: heart: crushed

suna: heart: breaker

its not his fault his flings fall for him hard

and i dont blame them

like he got looks, money, timid personality, etc

dream boy tbh

and then just like that, hes bored of u and now he’s onto another person

its a cycle

rinse, wash, repeat

also if you were a suna fling™ best believe you’re gonna get a few trinkets here and there

almost like a consolation gift from him that you caught his attention

LMFAOOOAOASFJSAKSAD

but if he really liked your company, he’s going to give his favorite food which is jelly fruit sticks or ice pops LMAFSKLDJAKLDJ

suna is just a big babie

but with,,,, an impressive appeal ASKJHASJD

the reason why he’s acting like this cs his great great love broke his heart

(atsumu only gave him a push to like finally let go or sumn but at least now we know this bitch has commitment issues)

to be fair, it was his fault to begin with but he never thought the day would come that you would leave him

he still remembers the day so vividly when you called him to meet up with you at the school gates

only to tell him that you were done with the relationship then u’re crying and shit and suna realized that he’s been neglecting you all this time

yeah that shit hurted huh

but what hurt you even more was the fact that after you broke up with him, he suddenly got this fuckboy reputation in school

anyway

time to time you and suna make eye contact in the hallways

as he is STILL your classmate

and you’d just roll your eyes then walk away leaving him all sad and shit

suna frowns seeing you breathing and shit without him and his mood worsens when his little suna fangirls are crowding him

bonus: atsumu: suna suna, tearing up: y/n used to call me that osamu: that’s because that’s your fucking name

a big chunk of him still wants you back

like who wouldn’t 

so maybe it was time to cut this fuckboy façade he had going on and try to reel you back in

he knows it wont be easy

HE DID NEGLECT YOU AS HE WAS GETTING BORED (of the relationship, never of u) 

not that he’d admit that or whatever haahah gotta keep that big boy pride

so one random ass day, he approaches you

“hey y/n”

“what do you want suna?” you say coldly

ouchies its been a long ass time since u called him suna

u used to call him rinrin or rin or taro or ro or babe

“aha nothing just checking up on u!!” he blurts out before he bolts out of the classroom leaving you like ????

“he’s probably already bored of his fuckboy act, tsk typical of him” you tsked, rolling your eyes as you pack shit into your bag as you move on to the next classroom 

since that interaction suna has been in a slump

where he doesnt want to do shit at all

like he just blankly stares down at all the people following, gawking over him

barely practices only unless kita forces him to

“i wonder what’s wrong with suna” osamu murmurs to atsumu as they sat down on the bleachers drinking water

“i heard he talked to y/n for the first time since their break up” atsumu replies

“he still wants her back huh” osamu comes to a conclusion 

“probably i mean, have you seen y/n? i’m surprised suna was able to sweep her away” atsumu smiles to himself, “if i were suna, i’d never let her go like fuck” 

too bad for the twins suna was listening the entire damn time

now he made it his mission to get you back

that and to get atsumu’s dirty hands off of you if he ever does get the chance to do so

suna starts small with his little plan to get you back 

like leaving anonymous letters at your locker

leaving you snacks and shit on your table when you weren’t looking

not very fuckboy of him but what else is he gonna do ???? he cant just walk up to you and call it a day 

he thinks he’s being secretive but you know your man

you caught on lmfao 

his handwriting was a dead giveaway and the fact he gives you jelly related snacks oh lord

not wanting to hurt his feelings, you just kept them for his sake

so gradually this went on for like several days

and now you get shit in your locker

homeboi still knows your password duh and u never changed it lol

you opened your locker and found a daisy sitting on top of your bento box 

tbh you were kinda touched that he still remembers the little things you like despite its been months since your break up

you felt someone staring at you and lo and behold as you turned around it was suna peeking from the corner of the hallway

(it was hard not to notice this dude is like 6′1 ft. tall) 

you caught his eye and you miraculously smiled at him

for what?? the first time in months?????

cue suna’s stomach exploding with fireworks

suna blushes and backs up from the corridor and rushes to his lunch table in peace

“ey someone’s happy” osamu comments as suna finally sits down with them

“its nothing, got a good grade at literature that’s all” suna quietly shares, still thinking about how beautiful your smile was

“pfft right.. like you’d look like you’re on cloud nine with a good grade” atsumu snickers, “who’s the lucky lady?” he wiggles his eyebrows

osamu gives him a look to which of course atsumu ignores

right off the bat you walked in the cafeteria with all your glory, with the daisy he gave you tucked in the front pocket of your blazer

suna’s eyes follows your figure as you sat beside your friends

atsumu starts whistling lowly, “dang y/l/n still looks beautiful as ever” he gives suna the side eye

and instantly suna’s mood took a 18- turn and now the dude was scowling

“i should ask her out” atsumu smirks, lowkey enjoying suna getting worked up

suna rolls his eyes and stands up and walks over to your table

“now look what you’ve done!” osamu scolds his brother

atsumu swats him away, “i did him a big ass favor” 

as you were chatting away with your friends, your friends suddenly stop talking and stared at something behind your back

“what?” you asked, turning around to see no one other than suna rintarou 

“he-”

and this mf kissed you 

IN FRONT OF EVERYONE iN THE CAFETERIA

“didn’t they break up?”

“doesnt suna have a new girlfriend right now or what?” 

hushed whispers from the inarizaki students when they basically witnessed the kiss

but you and suna didn’t care

what shocked suna is how you kissed him back

“if you wanted me back so bad then use your words, rin” you chuckled, pulling his necktie so he can sit next to you

“i’m sorry..” he squeaked, finding your hand under the table, “all i want is you and no one else” he murmurs, shying away from you

“i knew you couldn’t last being a fuckboy” you laughed, squeezing his hand. “tell atsumu his ass is done for” you rolled your eyes playfully but on the inside you were already thinking of ways to get back at atsumu

[bakubitch-minusultra]

Celebrating Your Birthday with Bnha Boys!!

Writing this for the lovely @no1herothatlookslikeavillain <33 I hope you enjoy the headcanons!!

Characters: Sero and Bakugo

Sero Hanta:

omg I feel like sero is like so hyped for your birthday

like he's planning a nice ass party two weeks before your birthday

birthday? more like birthweek

will just fucking spoil you the entire week

im talkin pillow forts, amusement parks, movie nights

because youre his baby and he wants you to feel special

would ask denki and kiri to help him bake you your favorite flavored cake

(that ends up horribly wrong and they just pay bakugo to make the cake)

literally at 12:00am on your birthday he's waking you up (if you were sleeping) and hosts a dance party right then and there

i feel like instead of buying you gifts he would make you gifts which I think is rly cute

expect waking up to rose petals, lit candles, the w h o l e jazz

birthday sex??? winkn wonk lolol

definitely will smash your face into the cake and then take pictures

will post said pictures on every social media platform he has smh

he just wants to show you off uwuwu

Bakugo Katsuki:

TSUNDERE ALL THE WAY THROUGH

will pretend to have forgotten for h o u r s

just like "sorry babe i dont know what you're talking abt"

and at first you thought you'd just give in to the teasing

but then you had a t h o u g h t

"fine i guess i'll go celebrate with Deku at least he remembers!"

o o p -

boomboom boi no like that

will sound just a t a d to desperate when he blocks the door and tells you "Woah why would you go to that loser when I'm right here.???"

just tell him you'd rather be with him than deku and everything will be fine

will tell you happy birthday like every other hour after that lol

mostly u guys just chill, watching movies and taking naps together

then when its like 10 pm bakugos tells you to get in the car

and ur like ???

but you do it anyways bc u trust the boomboom boi

so u sit in the car for like ten minutes and the bakugo comes out and puts some s t u f f in the backseat and starts driving and ur just like yo wtf are we doin

and hes like shush be patient j e s u s

then he stops at this random park and pulls a picnic blanket out

thats right bitch late night picnic under the stars

and he already made all the food

you're just like 0:

and hes like close your fucking mouth before you swallow a mosquito

so then you're like :|

but youre sooo happy and excited and hes happy to see you happy on your birthday so its a winwin :)))

----

Masterlist!!

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[tokoyamisstuff]

Tender Ch. 3 - Loki x Mute! Reader

Summary: As time passes,Loki and Reader grow closer.

Warnings: None. Cheesy, self-indulgent romance.

Words:

[Story Masterlist] [All of my Works]

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It was almost 8pm when the display of Loki’s cellphone lightened up, and immediately his heart dropped to his stomach.

Only recently the god had learned how to use this annoying tool, still refusing to take it with him all the time. But since it was easier for you to just text, he’d put up with it.

And truth be spoken, except for Thor sending him those silly ‘Memes’, there wasn’t really anyone eager to talk to him anway - so he knew it had to be you.

Thousand worries were made up by his mind, of you having realized this wasn’t a good idea and canceling your date. Holding his breath, he dared to unlock the screen and read:

“I’m so excited to see you tonight! 💘”

“Don’t raise your hopes” he thought to himself, now busying his mind with every possible way of him fucking things up - and still, your message made him grin from ear to ear.

“As you should be” Loki answered and put down the phone, just to pick itn back up and sending some random emoji’s so it wouldn’t sound so harsh. “💌💚💐😏“

You on the other hand felt as excited as a teenager on their first date, having occupied yourself for hours through trying on different outfits, as well as getting your hair and make-up just right. This was a special occasion, after all!

“I hope he’ll like me...” you thought as you assessed your silhouette in the mirror, debating wether this dress was too revealing or not. In the end, you decided to wrap a silken scarf around your neck - so he won’t have to see the scar.

A knock on your door made you jump a little. Had it already been this late?!

“Miss Y/N?” Loki patiently waited in front of your flat’s door, just for his whole expression to falter when you opened. “You- uh...look ravishing.”

“T-h-a-n-k y-o-u!” You mimicked, trying to give him your most welcoming smile. Oh, how glad you were that he could at least read lips - but then, the most unexpected thing happened.

“You’re welcome” he signed, a little sloppy and unsure how to precizely use his hands, but still good enough for you to understand.

“When did you-” Loki answered before you were even done signing the whole sentence, and you were completely and utterly baffled at his skill. “Started a week ago. Needs some improvement, but I get the basics.”

Basics?! Since when was the God of Mischief so humble? Especially if he really only self-teached this at such an incredible speed, that was amazing!

Loki’s trademark grin spread over his cheeks, pretty satisfied with himself as he saw how your eyes were shining in excitement. “No big deal. Shall we?”

Much to your further surprise, the god even offered you his arm to cling on, before the two of you made your leave.

You couldn’t help but admire how handsome he appeared in that suit, his locks tamed behind his ears and golden accessory complimenting his look. The whole way to wherever he’d lead you was coated in pleasant silence, with both of you exchanging small smiles and joyful glances.

“There we are!” Loki declared proudly, as if you were not still in the Stark Tower - well, he isn’t allowed to leave, so we’d better make the best of it.

The compound was gigantic, having almost everything one could think about. To be honest, you had expected a restaurant, maybe a movie night or something classy - well, on the other hand you don’t know they do it on Asgard.

But this?!

You’ve never been at this part of the tower before, unaware there were such beautiful places in this rather boring, high-tech environment.

“I come here often” he signed and you nodded approvingly, “It eases the feeling of being imprisoned.”

Yes, one could truly forget that you were still inside of the tower while standing in that great botanical garden at the top floor, ceiling made completely out of glass and revealing the starry night sky.

"B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l” your mouth formed silently, just as you felt a hand on your hip. Loki embraced you from behind, his lips gracing your ear as he whispered “Just like you.”

“P-Pardon” he cut himself off, his grip loosening much to your frustration. “I didn’t know what came over me.”

Yet you only clasped his hand, signalizing him it was alright. “Well then...let me lead you to the table.”

In midst of this beautiful garden was a festively decorated table for two, with Loki holding one chair out for you to sit down. It seemed like he had thought of everything, making you wonder just how long he had prepared for this evening to go well.

As a prince, he was not really used to cooking, so he had gotten something in advance, together with some fine wines. “Not to compare with Asgardian quality” he joked, insisting you’d only deserve the best, “But it will do.”

Loki Odinson was the perfect gentleman, and every second of this date you became more aware of how unbelievably you had already fallen for him from the very start.

The two of you would exchange tales about your respective homelands, impactful events on your life as well as your dreams and ambitions. Even without a single spoken word, this conversation was deep and so natural, you could’ve kept on forever.

He would be happy to show you some little magic tricks, such as making blossoms float or lights appear everywhere. May you want it or not, the prince showered you in small gifts such as a selection of his most favourite reads he thought you might like, or a bracelet resembling two snakes intertwined with each other.

Oh, how both of you wished time would stop, letting you revel in this evening just a bit longer...

Having forgotten about time completely, you only realized how much time had passed when the sun was already rising at the horizon.

“Oh my” Loki chuckled shyly, almost feeling guilty for you were probably exhausted. “Let me consort you to your rooms, my fair lady.”

Trying his best to ignore all the spiteful looks Tony’s coworkers gave him as they crossed your way in the hallways, the god wished he would’ve just teleported you back.

“I need to thank you, my love.” The nickname escaped his lips quicker than his mind could catch up on. “Umm, I mean, I really enjoyed myself today. Hopefully you did too.”

You bit your lip, trying to play down your nervousness from expecting him to make a move - yet there was no kiss. Not even a hug, or anything to bid you goodbye.

“Sleep well-” Loki blinked heavily as you clutched on his arm, fingernails digging into the fabric of his suit. “What’s wrong, little dove?”

He squinted his eyes together, racking his brain as hard as he could to decipher your ASL, hopefully not misunderstanding something.

“Do you want to come inside?”

"I-I-I...” Hel, that caught him off guard. But you only gave him a sleepy smile, expression as welcoming as always. “That’s considered bad manners, I mean-”

“Not that!” You huffed quite amused at him becoming all flustered. “I thought you may want to sleep here? Just sleep, nothing more.”

“Of cou- I mean, if you insist” he desperately tried to preserve the last piece of dignity left inside of him, trying to downplay just how needy he was for your affection. "If you insist.”

Sheepishly entering your wide, one-room flat, Loki walked close behind you as his glare immediately went to the sofa on your right - yet you confidently shook your head, pointing towards the king-sized bed.

“This is new to me.” You judgingly rose your eyebrow at his statement, knowing the stories about how he and his brothers were heartbreakers back on Awsgard very well. “Not like that, I mean...ah, forget it.”

Much to your displeasure, the prince would rest far away from you, lying stiffly on his back.

Thinking back about your relationship up until now, you didn’t feel like sleeping in the same bed would cross any line:

It all started very subtle and slowly, but not unnoticed by you and the others - how over time, the God of Mischief was craving your touch. Like his hand ‘accidentally’ brushing against yours, just barely noticeable. Or how he almost naturally cuddled under the blanket with you whenever you were sitting on the same sofa.

The more time passed, the more confident Loki became in his approaches, always wary of your reaction - which would be delighted every single time.

Hugs had already become a firm ritual whenever one of you two traumazized messes were in need of affirmation.

Even some innocent kisses anywhere but your lips were a permanent feature or your togetherness by now, and both of you cherished every second of it.

So you’d plainly crawl over to his side of the bed, pressing yourself against his back.

“I tend to experience nightmares...” Loki whispered, only to be answered with your grip around him depending. "Maybe I should leave."

You snug your head hard against his back, inhaling his scent - for some reason, Loki always smelled like freshly cut grass and old books, not that you'd complain though.

The sound of his heartbeat was like music in your ears, and without giving him a response, it would soon calm you into a sweet slumber.

Tonight, Loki's mind would find peace.

[dreamyjun]

nct dream and the gifts they would give you.

PAIRING. nct dream × gn!reader GENRE. fluff

WARNINGS. none

PLAYLIST.  the feels by banana club

AUTHORS NOTE. ahh second thing i’ve every wrote on here, still makes me kinda nervous lol. if there are any spelling/grammatical errors pls do tell

⁆ 𝘓𝘌𝘌 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘏𝘠𝘜𝘕𝘎. jewlery, charm bracelets (like the ones from pandora)

· i feel like mark would be the one to give jewlery as a gift to his significant other, weather it be a necklace with the both of your initials intertwined to a charm bracelet with all of your favorite items on it. 

— your face contorted into one of suprise when mark randomly handed you a small pink bag, a toothy grin etched on his features. “open it” he nudged, ringing his hands together, presumably out of nerves that you may not like the gift he had gotten. carefully removing the gold-flecked tissue paper, and taking out a palm sized box you raised an eyebrow once more in marks direction. “should i be scared?” you mused, to which mark lightly chuckled. “just open it babe, i think you’ll really like it.”. and boy was he right. your eyes lit up at the sight of a silver necklace with your birthstone incrusted on a small circular charm. mark waited a baited breath on your reaction, his eyes searching yours for any source of emotion. “i love it mark- thank you baby” you stood quickly, placing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

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⁆ 𝘏𝘜𝘈𝘕𝘎 𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘑𝘜𝘕. something he made himself, a drawing of the two of you. or perhaps a clay ring plate

· it’s known that renjun is the offical “artist” of dream, i mean his artistic abilities are so amazing (have you seen his butterfly drawing??) . so his s/o would definitely recieve some of his best (and mediocre) drawings. may they be as gifts or just something he didn’t know what to do with. thats why i think he would give you something made by hand. 

— your date at the pottery class had gone worse than you’d expected. sure, you were never one that was particularly good in the arts. but that didn’t mean you didn’t try it out everyonce in a while. renjun and you had planned to make matching plates, so when they were side by side the heart that was painted on opposite sides would connect. sounds like a good idea right ? well, maybe it was, but only for the artistically inclined. everytime you tried to paint the heart it either came out lopsided or the paint began to clump on the ceramic.so you were left with a perfect plate (renjun’s) and one that seemed to be done my a six year old (your’s). “i’m sorry i couldn’t put your idea to good use” you had apologized in the car. renjun had simply waved it off, “it’s nothing babe. at least i know this cup i painted for you won’t go to waste”. he pulled out a tulip covered cup, his eyes shining in a feeling only described as pride. “i hope you like it, i thought you would like something like this”. your hands quickly grasped for the cup, taking it and exzamining it as if  the royal jewles were clasped between your fingers. “jun! i love it, thank you so much bubs”. 

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⁆ 𝘓𝘌𝘌 𝘑𝘌𝘕𝘖. flowers from flower shops he’d pass whilst biking

· i, 1000% agree that jeno would randomly give you flowers after a bike ride. i mean lets say he was passing a cute shop on his way home and thought “hmm maybe y/n would like a flower or two for her dining room table”. and bam a cute gift.

— the minute jeno had walked through the door to your apartment, he handed you a few peices of lavender, some baby’s breath and a larger iris. still clad in biking wear. “i brought you flowers, you were saying your place could use some life and color earlier and well...” he motioned to the bouquet grasped tightly by the middle. “aww thank you baby” you smiled, pressing a linger kiss over his lips.

⁆ 𝘓𝘌𝘌 𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘎𝘏𝘠𝘜𝘊𝘒. playlists, or songs compiled into one ( songs that remind him of u ofc )

· hyuck is probably the type of bf to make playlists of random moments you’ve spent together. like “that one time y/n painted my nails” or “when we went for a late night drive”. so he probably would gift you some of the hundreds ones he’s made.

— the buzzing of your cell-phone broke you out of the sleep like daze you found yourself in. one of the many senders, was not suprisingly donghyuck. why would he be messaging you at this ungodly hour? to send you playlists of the extra soft moments. it was sent with a heart and cute note, “i made this for whenever you miss me :)”. and oh how your heart melted at the innocent heartedness of your usually teasing boyfriend. so when he became soft, you often releshed in it. sending a quick “i love you” back, the only task at hand was to find your air pods and listen to the mere declaration of his love in the form of songs.

⁆  𝘕𝘈 𝘑𝘈𝘌𝘔𝘐𝘕. cookies, sweets, anything he’s cooked

· we all know how jaemin cooks for jisung whenever he asks, so why not for his significant other? he probably will have them in cute containers wrapped cute with a note and some stickers or something. i mean like how adorable??? (im dead)

—  it was an understatement to say you were suprised by the pink cloth clad package placed on your door step. the only indication of the person behind it was a mere sticky note with the words “Y/N <3″ etched across it. at first, you were skeptical (as i think most people would be if a package of food came to their door step with no explination. carefully opening the cloth, another note appeared. this time signed by jaemin himself. “ dear y/n, i know school has been treating you badly and im sorry i can’t be there all the time to cuddle your worries away. so please accept food in apology. love jaems :)”. you could’ve broken down in tears then in there. jaemin was so sweet. sending a thank you text his way, you began to induldge on the meal your angel boyfriend had prepared

[junicai]

applause.

| order no. | 10/21

| summary | While filming for NCT2020, Aria fears her interview partner is coming down with a fever. Spoiler alert: He’s not. 

| word count | 1.8k

| warnings | None

| era | circa. December 2020

a/n: ok so i figured i’d mark my return to posting with a lil floof for the soul :) before i ruin it again :) so here u go here are two idiots being idiots :)

Oftentimes, it was easy to forget just how many members NCT had amassed over the years.  With the sub-units separated the majority of the time for their own promotions; the odds were that if you weren’t in a sub-unit with another member, you’d rarely interact with them outside of the company walls. 

NCT2020 was incredible in that sense. Twenty three boys and one girl, all in one room, singing the same songs and performing together. The impact left on the spring-flooring when they danced as a group physically shook the mirrors. 

They had a reputation to uphold; something which every single member took as seriously as a blood oath. 

Aria, over the years, had formed bonds with most of the other boys. She hadn’t really had much of a choice in the matter; it was either, make friends with the people around you, or have no friends at all. It was lucky, in that sense, that they were all so warm and welcoming. She found her home in the 127 dorms, and later, her family with the Dreamies. She wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

The fact remained, however, that when it came to Aria and WAYV - there was a gap. Be it because of the differing promotional schedules, or the fact that SM had point blank refused to acknowledge WAYV as a sub-unit of NCT up until the announcement of the NCT2020 promotions; the bottom line was, Aria didn’t know half of the members beyond their first name.

So, when the randomized name selection came out, and she was paired with Xiaojun; Aria took a deep breath, and reminded herself that this was a chance to start to form some new relationships.

She’d never been all too good at making friends as a child - always a little too shy, and then all of a sudden far too abrasive in a lost attempt to compensate for her earlier quietness. 

Sitting beside the boy in question, Aria left her hands tucked beneath her thighs to prevent herself from fidgeting. The air between the two vocalists was thick; and Aria found herself looking around desperately for Mark or Ten or hell even Yuta, even though she knew Dejun was significantly more scared of him than her.

Anything to break the awkward, stifling silence that was hanging over the both of them.

“Do you-”

“Hey, I-”

They turned to face each other at the same time, sentences blending together before being cut off abruptly. Aria’s face flamed beneath the foundation, and by the darkening tips of Dejun’s ears, she could tell his cheeks were flushing as well. 

“Go ahead.” He gestured with a nod. 

“No no, it’s okay! What were you saying?” Aria disagreed. 

“Uh, I was just wondering if you feel the breeze as well?” Dejun questioned, hands coming to tug his light jacket around his shoulders tighter. “It’s giving me goosebumps,” He laughed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Aria frowned. “No? It’s quite warm in here I thought.” The pair were surrounded with several lamps that were shining large bulbs onto their faces. With the heat from them, and the blanket that she had tucked over the legs, Aria was toasty warm - but a quick glance at the thin material Dejun’s jacket was made out of had her untucking the corner and folding it out again. 

“Here,” She offered, holding out the edge of the blanket. 

“Oh no I can’t,” Dejun began to refuse, but a shiver ran down his spine, cutting his words up into pieces. 

Aria raised an eyebrow. He relented.

“Thank you.” He acquiesced, once the soft material had been laid over his lap. He was still shivering lightly, but the body-shaking tremors had worn off, so Aria was better pleased than she was a minute ago. 

“Okay!” A voice called from outside the set. “It’s just an interview, like you were both briefed. Feel free to take it where you want and - Aria can you just -” The director gestured to Dejun. “Don’t sit so far away, people will think you’re scared of him.” He teased. 

Coughing lightly, Aria scooched towards Dejun, the blanket bunching up in-between their legs. She could feel him leaning back slightly, as if he was afraid of their faces being too close together. 

“Little more.” He insisted, now peering at the two through the viewfinder of the camera. 

Aria shuffled into the middle of the set’s sofa, her knee lightly brushing Dejun’s thigh. 

“Better! Now just don’t look like someone’s about to shoot you.” 

Aria opened her mouth before schooling her expression back into something less, terrified. “Sorry!”

This close, she could see the light flush that sat high on Dejun’s cheeks. His eyes were slightly glassy, and his chest was moving at a moderately quicker pace than it had been a few minutes ago. 

Aria placed a hand on his arm, lightly, patting the exposed skin where he had rolled up the sleeves. 

The filming went as well as it could. As they were told prior to entering the set; it was just a couple questions on how they were getting on together as a group, what it was like performing as a mix of all twenty three members, recounting some entertaining tidbits from the practice room or from behind stage. 

Over the next hour, the icy feeling that had surrounded the two vocalists melted into a comfortable conversation, soon drifting away from the interview questions and flowing sweetly into a little chat that czennies were sure to adore. 

With Dejun now turned to face Aria completely, and Aria sitting back with her shoes kicked off and her feet tucked beneath her; they were solely focused on each other; like the cameras had stopped rolling a half hour ago (They hadn’t) and they were old friends, catching up (They weren’t).

Aria learnt that Dejun had a penchant for green tea lattes, and the number eight. He slept on the top bunk, and was a lot funnier than his members gave him credit for. 

Dejun learnt that Aria was a lot more accident prone than her ‘professional image’ would let on, that she has a dimple on her right cheek when she smiles, that when she smiles she beams - bright enough to beat out a lightbulb - and that her favourite colour was yellow and she still looked at the stars when she got homesick.

Aria learnt that Dejun wanted to travel to Paris one day, that he wanted to learn how to bake bread properly and that he stayed up too late playing games only to regret it the next morning every single time. 

Dejun learnt that Aria had an addicting laugh; and he wanted to hear it as many times as he could. That he wishes she’d let herself laugh for longer; that she wouldn’t lift her hand to cover her face as she giggled.

His cheeks flushed brighter, the tips of his ears now a bright red. 

“Dejun? Are you alright?” Aria leant forwards into his space, her face moving closer to his. She had noticed the poor boy’s flush over the course of the last hour; but the pink was slowly becoming a deep red, and her concern was deepening with it.

Dejun immediately pulled back; floundering. “Yeah! Yup, yes, absolutely fine.” 

“Pardon?” 

“I’m doing wonderful! Are you alright? Aria?” Dejun flipped the question on her, sweat beginning to bead beneath his fringe. 

Aria squinted at him, relenting. “I’m okay, yeah. Are you still cold?” 

“No!” The reply was sharp, and she jerked back a little. 

“Oh- okay- sorry?” Aria pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, worrying the skin lightly. 

Dejun could have punched himself in the face, but he settled for pinching himself beneath the blanket where it was out of sight.

“Aaand, cut!” 

The two vocalists turned to the director who was grinning madly. “That was perfect, you two. I don’t know what you did, or where you pulled that from, but you’re definitely the best duo we’ve had in here so far.” 

Aria didn’t think that was hard, there had only been two other groups in before them, but she kept these words wisely to herself. 

“You’re both free to go! I’ll expect to be seeing a lot more of you together though, this is going to go down an absolute treat.” The director’s smug little grin reminded Aria of a cat who had gotten the cream; and her own little grin formed to match it.

“Thank you,” The two bowed lightly towards the staff, before collecting their things from the set and shuffling towards the door again. Once outside, they were silent again - but this time the lack of noise was not unsettling. 

“Hey I-”

“What about-”

Dejun and Aria looked at each other momentarily, before bursting out into laughter. 

“Okay that has to stop.” She giggled, hand coming to rest on his arm. 

“Agreed,” Dejun coughed out, ears flushing one final time. 

“You sure you’re feeling alright? You looked a little flushed back inside; that’s all.” 

“Fine!” He squeaked. “It must have been, uh, the lights, or something. Yeah.”

Aria puffed her cheeks out, but made no further comment.

Pulling away, she slipped her feet into the runners she was wearing for the interview - uncaring as to whether or not she’d accidentally break the backs of them. They were old ones, anyway, ones she’d been gifted as part of a brand deal that had fallen through; no wonder, she thought, as the shoes really were all look and no practicality. They were the least comfortable shoe she owned - and Aria owned a lot of uncomfortable shoes. 

“’Til next time?” She straightened up, head turned to Dejun.

He nodded, going to extend a hand as Aria stepped forward to wrap her arms around him in a hug. 

What followed, was a painstakingly awkward hand-body-shuffle-jerk dance that left Aria’s face flushed red from embarrassment and Dejun’s desire for the ground to open up and swallow him whole growing to immense proportions. 

Eventually, Dejun moved away, waved, turned on his heel and borderline sprinted away back down the hallway before Aria had a chance to return the wave. He rounded the corner, slowing to a stop in anticipation of slamming his head into the wall. However, thinking against it, Dejun instead turned to put his back to the wall, sinking down against it; lifting a hand to smack himself in the forehead. 

“Idiot.” 

[heavcnslyre]

ricky bowen x reader series! part one

— starstruck au!

series masterlist, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten

IN WHICH you reunite with your cousin, ashlyn, and the rest of your family in california, and your sister plots to find a way to meet the one and only ricky bowen.

WARNINGS swearing

NOTES you are 17, camilla (your sister) is 19, ashlyn caswell is your cousin and she is 17, your aunt debbie is your moms sister and you’re visiting your moms mom in california. this is very NOT CANON! not all of the mcs know each other and they don’t live in the same city. also my writing isn’t the best but i hope you enjoy anyways! let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next parts :)) also STREAM LIE LIE LIE

(y/n) = your name

text dividers from @writeyourmindaway !!

lowercase intended.

“are you really watching this movie again?” you ask your older sister, camilla. she groans.

“yes! now move, it’s almost ricky’s scene.”

you roll your eyes and move out of her way, keeping your eyes on the screen. the movie was cheesy and you felt like you’ve seen it hundreds of times, since your sister was constantly watching it. she had an obsession with this guy— ricky bowen. he was an actor and a singer and any teenage girl you talk to loves him, but you didn’t really understand the hype. sure, he was attractive and talented but….

“i can’t wait to meet him, i’m sure he’s even nicer in person,” camilla gushed, staring at the screen.

“what do you mean meet him? we live in new york. he lives in california. not really someone you can just run into on the street.”

camilla rolled her eyes, not looking away from the screen. “we’re going to california in a couple weeks, dumbass. and i’m going to meet him, i just know it.”

“we’re going so we can visit grandma in glendale. you can’t just go running off to los angeles by yourself to somehow find him.”

“i’ll... figure it out. i’m nineteen anyways, i can do what i want. and glendale is really close to la, only like a 15 minute drive.”

“yeah, okay. good luck with that.” you watch another minute of the movie before turning away to go into the kitchen. you’re making yourself a snack when your mom comes in.

“hi hun,” she said, setting some groceries down on the counter.

“hi mom. what are these? i thought you went grocery shopping on saturday.”

“i did,” she said, starting to put a few groceries away. “this is stuff for california, i wanted to start shopping early. we also have to go find christmas gifts for your grandma, aunt, uncle, and cousin. easier if we get them here rather than there.”

“oh, aunt debbie is going? last time i texted ashlyn she said they weren’t going to make it out there this year,” ashlyn was your cousin, and she was 17, just like you. you and her had been close your whole life, but when your aunt, uncle and her moved to minnesota a few years ago, you drifted a bit. seeing her for holidays was one of your favorite things, you loved having your whole family together.

“yeah, well, apparently my mom has a new boyfriend and debbie decided she wanted to meet him so they made it work.”

you hum. “also heard that ashlyn’s still talking to the guy she met last summer in california.”

“that was probably also a deciding factor.” you and your mom laughed and you helped her put away the groceries.

ashlyn: plane just landed!! when r u getting here?

you: leaving in about an hour!! see u soon omg

ashlyn: CANT WAIT!!!!

you heart her message and slip your phone into your pocket, excusing yourself to go find some last minute snacks from the shops at the airport. you had been sitting next to camilla and she was blasting ricky’s music in her headphones. she was so obsessed with him it was tiring.

eventually, your flight was called and you boarded the plane. you texted ashlyn that you were boarding and she sent back a party emoji, then proceeded to tell you to hurry up. luckily, the plane ride was only around four hours, and you had a really nice playlist that was the perfect length. your current favorite artist was nini salazar-roberts, who had recently released new music. she also happened to be ricky bowen’s girlfriend, and camilla refused to listen to her for whatever reason. you couldn’t really care less, nini had good music.

‘drivers license’ began to play and you drifted off to sleep. you woke to camilla shaking you harshly.

“c’mon, we’re landed,” she said and you nodded, stretching. she stood up and left her seat, not even waiting for you to catch up. you scoff and grab your things before jogging to catch up to her and your parents who she had rushed to. you were already feeling the change of time zones, leaving new york at one then arriving in california at two after a four hour flight.... super trippy.

as your parents went off to rent a car, you and camilla sat by each other. she went on her phone and was scrolling through ricky’s instagram. you rolled your eyes.

“have a plan on how to meet him yet?” you ask. she sighs.

“sort of. he’s performing tonight. at nini’s birthday party. i just need to find a way into the party.”

“yeah, because a random girl is going to be allowed into a famous persons party.”

camilla scoffs. “you don’t know, they don’t always have great security. i just have to convince mom and dad to let me go.”

“go where?” your dad asked as the two of them return, car keys in hand. camilla’s eyes widened slightly.

“go to the different malls. and beaches. with (y/n) and ashlyn. girl time,” she lied quickly. your mom nodded.

“not a bad idea, spend some time with your family. we’ll think about it. grandma mentioned having a car for you to take.”

“awesome!” camilla squealed. she turned to you and made a ‘i-can’t-believe-they-just-agreed-to-that face’ and you laughed.

“c’mon girls. time to get going, everyone’s waiting for us.”

“(y/n)!” ashlyn squealed, running out of your grandmas house as soon as you closed your car door. you grinned and ran towards her, hugging her tight.

“ashlyn i’ve missed you so much!”

“i’ve missed you! i have so much to tell you!”

you raised your eyebrow at her. “about the boy you’re talking to?”

she blushed and mumbled a maybe before your grandma came out of her house, her boyfriend following close behind. today was the first time anyone was meeting him, and you were pretty excited.

you hugged your grandma tight and she introduced you to her boyfriend, kevin. he greeted you all and although he seemed a bit awkward at first, he seemed like a good guy.

soon enough, you were in the room you were sharing with both camilla and ashlyn. camilla was not excited to hear that the three of you were sharing, but your grandma assured her that the room was more big enough for all of you, and it would be nice for you all to spend time together — get into the christmas spirit. camilla mumbled under her breath that that was bullshit, but your grandma didn’t seem to hear her.

as camilla was out in the kitchen with your family, you and ashlyn sat on your bed as she scrolled through social media.

“ashlyn! tell me about this boy you’re talking to!” you exclaimed suddenly. she laughed at your sudden outburst but put her phone away immediately and turned towards you with a big smile on her face.

“oh my gosh (y/n) he’s the best. we’ve been texting and facetiming everyday this year. i honestly can’t wait to see him later, i feel like i’ve been waiting years to finally see him again.”

you grinned. you don’t think you’d seen ashlyn this happy in a long time. “when are you seeing him tonight? what are you doing? do you know what you’re going to wear?”

“oh, jeez (y/n). one at a time,” she teased. “i’m meeting him at this club. it’s his best friends girlfriends birthday, and he invited me to her party. and i do have a few ideas but i wanted you to help me out.”

“absolutely i’ll help!! am i going to be able to meet him while we’re here?”

“yeah, i don’t see why not. he’s talking about going to vienna to go to the beach, i’m sure it’d be fine if you tagged along.”

“if i tag along and third wheel,” you both laughed. “kidding. i’d love to go!”

“good. because i wasn’t going to let you say no.” she stands up and stretched. “now help me figure out what to wear tonight.”