#really sweet that you thought of me thank you for the crumbs I L O V E them <3

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I have dukexiety drawings from high school. Youre the first person i thought of when i saw them. I thought you would appreciate them 💜💚

Oml these are S O fucking cute!!! Cackling at that second one Ree W O U L D XD

[ally-127]

What about first kiss with Wonwoo and poor baby is nervous because he really likes you

colour

pairing : barista!wonwoo x reader word count : 1.6k warnings : none! like one curse word used in a positive context, i guess. music : ‘love like that’ by lauv a/n : a little bit of domestic life here with mr jeon ++ happy comeback day everyone!! i‘m enjoying the album so far i hope you did too!!

in your life, there weren’t many things that were vivid, dynamic.

everything was set with a clear outline. you graduated with a degree your parents had chosen for you. you settled down in an apartment downtown of seoul, got a job in a company your father had recommended for you. you lived your life from nine to five every day exactly how your parents had wanted you to live.

all of it was fine-tuned to your parents’ desires.

you were beyond grateful for all they have given you. but there was a lack of colour, of taste, in your life. your day-to-day activities ran mostly on a flat curve, all in monochrome and it made you shrivel up, almost resorting to ignorance.

and that was until you met wonwoo.

you labelled meeting him as a coincidence but later he labelled it as fate, to which you laughed in his face and said,

“there’s no such thing as fate.”

you met him at a small café that only took a five-minute walk from your apartment. you were the only customer when you arrived at half-past nine in the morning, making a dark-haired barista and a load of empty chairs and tables your only company.

you didn’t mind, though.

there were many things you were used to.

solitude was only one of the many.

that was until the dark-haired barista—whom you eventually found out was called wonwoo—began to strike up a conversation with you after he handed you an iced latte you’d ordered.

for the first time since high school, someone paid attention to you and took interest in you. it was extremely sad, now that you thought about it, but it was nothing short of a life-changing revelation.

it was so mundane, the small talk you had with him, but at least it brought some colour—feeling—into your life.

you visited the café more often after that.

you learned that he was a quiet one, one that kept to himself around others, often only murmuring under his breath and barely looking them in the eye when he served their drink by the little counter at the end.

you were the only one, well you hoped you were the only one, who could see his feline eyes light up with recognition once they landed on your face.

it was when you visited him one day after he closed up the café that you realised he actually owned the place.

he laughed, brushing away your awe and told you it had been a dream of his to open one since he was a teenager. his hands were tucked into the pockets of his jeans then, raven hair falling across his arched brow as he looked down at the ground, embarrassed.

an unknown feeling, something of a slight thrill, if not excitement, seized your entire being when he asked you, quietly, if you wanted to have dinner with him that night.

you had hints of this excitement over the past month you began to see him during your short run for coffee, in a rush for work or after work, when you made use of the wifi there and completed your work in your usual seat by the window.

just as the conversations between you and him became deeper, so did your friendship.

you two basked in the warmth of after-hours in the café, diving into topics like the childhoods you experienced in different regions of the country or things like the books you enjoyed reading or the food you liked eating.

it was simple. like cookie crumbs, the two of you unintentionally collected bit by bit about each other and became friends who knew every single one of each other’s secrets.

not long after, wonwoo started to take you to places in seoul you’d never been to, even if you had lived there your entire life. he introduced you to new people—his close circle of friends—and had unknowingly opened up your mind, your heart.

before you knew it, you were too engrossed by everything about him to back out from any social setting anymore.

his kind-hearted nature was irresistible to you. his sweet smile was like pure serotonin, the only drug you ever needed on a bad day. you found yourself needing to be around him more often than not.

you liked watching the crinkle of his nose when you told a bad joke and feeling the shy glances he threw your way on the days you decided to put in more effort into your appearance.

thanks to wonwoo, you had finally broken out of your shell but it wouldn’t be you if you didn’t feel some sense of self-doubt, especially when you were constantly surrounded by new friends night after night for drinks and dinner.

so you decided to ask him as you two sat by the ocean in busan.

“why me?”

“what do you mean?” his hair, tousled by the prevailing wind, blew across his forehead when he turned his head to meet your eyes.

the picnic you had was situated by the cliff, on a grassy plain behind the rocks where the view of the sea could still be seen. your recent convenient store purchases of gimbap and cup ramyeon and your favourite fizzy drinks were littered across the blanket, waiting to be consumed by two hungry adults.

it was his idea to take a train here for a weekend getaway, renting a car and even booking a hotel room.

whether he booked one or two, you didn’t ask.

“on the first day we met, why did you decide to talk to me? why even help me at all?” you sipped on your drink, the sweetness bringing about nostalgia from the past of when you were younger and had a sweeter tooth than now.

“to be honest,” wonwoo scratched the nape of his neck. “you reminded me a little of myself back in high school, so confined within the walls of your own mind.”

before you could defend yourself teasingly, he added,

“and you were beautiful, more than anyone i’d ever seen.”

with that you were left speechless.

“wonwoo, i—“

“i know everything between us right now is strictly platonic,” he began. “but you have to hear me out on this.”

you nodded.

“the thing is i-“ he averted his gaze from you to the blues of the waters below as he said, barely a whisper. “i like you.”

your lips parted, your blood rushing like rapids in your ears. “wonwoo.”

“i like you,” he said again, in case his words got lost in the wind.

you took a moment to digest it.

his deep voice, his tall frame, his broad shoulders. he was attractive, and hell of course you knew that. anyone with eyes would.

with wonwoo, however, it was beyond that.

your safe haven where you went to just let go, to be free, wasn’t a place.

it was by wonwoo’s side, quite literally.

throughout the many mental breakdowns you had over the course of your job, he was the first one who came to mind when you were in need of relief. to be frank, you probably knew wonwoo had your heart as soon as you laid eyes on him.

you loved him before you even knew it.

the crash of waves and seagulls squawking away into the open led you out of your reverie.

his eyes, squinted from the sunlight, was still aimed at you. his teeth nibbled on his bottom lip, his fingers fidgeting. it was a habit he had, especially when he was nervous.

there was something that snapped in you that you just thought, fuck it, leaned over to cup your hands under his jaw, and pulled him in. you didn’t touch his lips, yet.

you let your mouth linger by his for a moment, your eyes fluttering.

he took a sharp inhale between your lips, insinuating that his nerves had not calmed.

you simply laughed and pressed your lips on his. the impact made you fall into his embrace, your body falling atop of his clumsily. his lips were soft on yours, slowly stretching into a smile as if he’d just realised the girl he wanted was kissing him. his arms wound tight around your waist to tug you closer.

his sugary taste was addicting, the skillful tease of his tongue across your bottom lip flaring up foreign sensations deep within you. arms wrapping around his neck, you remained in this position for a hot minute, till you both ran out of breath.

pulling away for air, you held yourself up with hands against the blanket.

“i love you,” you whispered into his ear.

after hearing that wonwoo flipped you over. his face bore a surreal glow when he hovered over you, flashing his pearly whites at you. “i changed my mind.”

“how so?” you raised a brow, a smirk teasing your lips.

“i don’t like you,” he lowered himself down to whisper into your ear.

“you don’t?” you smiled even more, knowing exactly what he meant.

“yeah,” he nuzzled his nose into your neck. “i looooove you.”

“you corny prick,” your chuckle was vibrant, like the blue of the sky above. it reverberated, prominently, against his chest, a melody he never wanted to forget. your fingers threaded through his soft hair, savouring the feeling of his steady heartbeat against your own.

“says the one who kissed me without saying anything first,” he offered grin of his own as he rose back up.

“actions speak louder than words.”

“they do, don’t they?”

just like that, everything you wanted, colour, had bled into your life like the prettiest of paints.

[mammonslastbraincell]

how about an hc for a situation where a potion, which makes one be very honest about their romantic feelings, was accidentally (or was it?) mixed in with cookies MC made for the bros? how would they behave? :D

Omg I love th I s! 🥺🥺

It was a secret MC was hiding. They were hoping the potion that accidentally fell in was something small like maybe it makes them invisible or better yet just makes the cookies taste better. They were going to grab the wooden spoon and as their arm came back to the bowl to mix it the weird purple potion got bumped into the batter and unfortunately mixed in. MC decided to just pray for the best, but they should know the Devildom by now.

So first one to give the cookies to and pray no funny shenanigans happen UwU!

Lucifer

So MC gives the cookies to Lucifer. He of course like the old man he is never shows any expressions. He’s dead faced and eating the cookie which is almost comical and MC would laugh if it didn’t mean their instant death was waiting for them.

After a few quiet minutes they share some small glances at eachother.

“I’m quite fond of you, MC!”

He’s a mess on the inside cause he just realized what he’s done.

He confessed to MC in his study eating c o o k I e s. To Lucifer it should’ve been in a beautiful field surrounded by roses that sway and when the wind hits them petals flow! Just anywhere but standing three feet away from MC with crumbs on his face and in his office where his idiotic brothers could burst in any minute!

But that’s what he did. In his office. Lucifer sighed and turned his head away from MC. “My apologies I don’t know where that came from.”

That’s when it hit MC. Oh so that’s what was in the cookies MC giggled to themselves. “What’s so funny??”

“Nothing!”

“So you l O O v e m e~?” MC leaned close to Lucifer to tease him some more.

“Get out.” “Aww, okay..”

Mammon

MC barges into Mammon’s room with the cookies.

“What do you want-“

“Oh. You brought cookies for the Great Mammon!?”

Mammon pats MC’s head. “That’s my human!”

HeonlylikesMCwhentheybringhimsweets😔😔

“So are you going to try one?” “Hell yeah!”

Mammon eats the cookies and immediately-

“MC, I love you so much and seeing you with my brothers angers me cause it should be me protecting you!”

MC’s heart goes soft! What’s this all of a sudden?? Is it cause of the cookies?? Or?

While MC is pondering over why Mammon is really quick to confess. Mammon too is wondering what happened and is also dying of embarrassment!

“I love you, too, Mammon❤️”

Mammon would like to respond but he’s currently hiding under his GUCCI sunglasses

Leviathan

So the door to the seamonster’s room is locked and only a special knock will help. Last week it was the opening to that one cat girl anime and this week Solomon let it “slip” it was the ending to said anime

MC knock for a couple of seconds praying it wouldn’t be the whole song MC only remembers specific parts and-

“Solomon I told you-“

“N-normie! What do you want??”

MC holds the cookies up for Levi

“I don’t usually like sweets but I haven’t ate since my last anime went off! That was like”

.....

“Two weeks ago” Levi nervously laughs as MC wonders if they should tell Lucifer Leviathan is gonna hurt himself soon

The cookie is ate

“I-I wouldn’t mind if you stayed with me forever normie!” He quickly turns away blushing

Why would he admit that?? He’s just a yucky otaku and MC is a really pretty yucky normie

“I wouldn’t mind that either” MC smiled at Levi an unexpected confession but they were so happy to hear it!

What’s in these cookies anyway

Satan

MC goes to knock, but the door opens suddenly. Like he knew-

“MC, can I help you? Oh, cookies.” Satan picks one up and MC didn’t even offer one.

Rudeassbitch

“MC!” MC flinched as Satan takes their hands into his. “I love you more than cats.” (thecookiesdissapeared)

“Uh.”

Quickly Satan takes his arms back realizing he most likely made a fool out of himself, but now knowing why he did it. “Oh! Forgive me MC I don’t know-“

“I love you more than cats too!” MC giggled

A small gentle smile creeped up Satan’s face atleast what he wanted to say for a while has been said now.

Asmodeus

Asmo wasn’t even in his room. MC figured he was out doing his usually Asmodeus stuff. Forcing themselves not to think about what exactly Asmodeus stuff is, they left

“Oh MC~!! Are those cookies~~?!!”

Before MC could ask him where he was or if he even left a cookie left the plate and into Asmo’s mouth.

“They’re so good! Did you make them yourself?”

MC nods, “Yeah, but I had Luke help a bit too! So it was mostly me!”

“MC..I never told anyone this but I think I love you. Like actual love. Like from the heart not my d-“

“I-I get it!” A flustered MC interupts him, but also a bit caught off guard. “D-do you mean that?” They wanted to hear it, but never imagined it would be said especially to a human like them.

Asmo nodded, smiling. Wondering why he said it all of a sudden.

“So will you stop-“

“Sleeping with people? No 😌”

“Asmo...” “Kidding~ well-“

Beelzebub

Of course you idiot

Of course Beelzebub is in the kitchen why wouldn’t he be??

Walking into the kitchen MC meets him face to well

Fridge.

Beel closes the fridge and looks at them - mouth stuffed with food.

“Oh Beel, I got cookie-“

“Cookies!!” He goes to get one but stops and looks at MC for permission.

They nod

So a cookie leaves and is eaten by Beel. Only one more cookie left. (Is this one big poly relationship or am I just confusing you)

“Hey MC.” Beel’s face is full of cookies and before you could tell him to atleast wait before he hurts himself-

“You’re like family to me. But not like sibling like I could see you as. Um.” He looks away “Like my spouse you know?” Beel wasn’t blushing well if he was it was very light maybe he was.

MC smiled big “I see you as my spouse too Beel.”

MC goes to hug Beel but misses and falls to the ground-

His face is in the fridge again..

I guess some things never change

Belphegor

Beelzebub said Belphie was sleeping again so MC went to go check for themselves. Their room door was cracked open. MC pushes open the door with their back.

No one.

There was only one other place Belphie can be

MC walked through the house and got to the planetarium Belphegor mentioned he goes there to think about Lilith sometimes.

And there he was. Lost in thought.

“Hey, Belphie, I got cookies!”

“Hm?” Belphegor turned around “Oh MC. Yay cookies!” Lazily the Avatar of Sloth brought a cookie to his mouth and ate a pretty small bite.

“Hey MC..”

“Yeah?”

“You promise to stay with me right..? Not just me but all of us..right?” Belphegor sounded so sad..like everything he lost was falling on him. MC hater to see him like this. They nodded “of course!”

“Good! I love you MC..” Belphie smiled wide. He then threw his arms over MC and fell asleep on them.

Oh great. The empty cookie plate is on the floor, MC basically got proposed to by the whole house and now they’re being a whole human pillow.

But it’s worth it in the end

Wellitwouldbeiftheydon’tdiebybeingcrushedbyademon

Literallythesamedemonwhotriedandsuccesfullykilledthem-

What was in those cookies anyway

OmG IT’S DONE! 😂😂

I’m sorry it took so l o n g 😂😭

Thanks for waiting and I hope I did alright! I tried to keep it funny but sweet!!💕

[samusangel]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚𓆟 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; what happens when inarizaki’s sweetheart falls head over heels for renowned fuckboy miya atsumu?

⤿ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲; fluff, angst

⤿ 𝗮/𝗻; everyone has a kansai accent (the reader’s accent isnt that strong at times) so dont let ur brain get jumbled. enjoy <3

⤿ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(??): swearing, SPOILERS!!

⤿ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k

𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼 *̣̩⋆̩☽ 

y/l/n y/n, inarizaki’s very own angel. always bubbling with excitement, always smiling. her giggles often enchant the students of inarizaki; it’s like a glimpse into heaven.

never in a million years would they have thought she’d be friends with miya atsumu. inarizaki’s very own devil in disguise. your typical heartbreaker.

if it wasn’t for kita and suna’s constant begging for her to be the manager for the volleyball club, she’d probably not even talk to him.

“y/n-chan!”

you swiftly turn on your heel, stopping the current conversation you were having with aran. atsumu’s in front of you, panting. he must’ve been running here; you put a mental note in your brain to give him water later.

“thought i’d never catch up to ya. for a shorty, yer pretty quick.” atsumu’s smiling at you, it’s the same smile he gives to every other girl. you aren’t special to him, you’re just a fling waiting to happen.

you’ve been crushing on atsumu for quite a while. maybe it’s the affection he gives you? the other boys on the volleyball team give you brotherly love, you even call kita nii-san sometimes. but atsumu? his affection gave the intentions that he was interested in you. the same affectionate ways your friends’ boyfriends gave them. but you think again. this is miya atsumu, a playboy at it’s finest. he would never be interested in you, right?

“‘tsumu, i told ya not to call me shorty!” you lightly smack his arm, pouting.

“can’t resist it, yer too cute to not be called shorty. let’s go.” atsumu holds your hand as the two of you walk to the gym for practice.

“kita-nii!” you quickly let go of atsumu’s hand and run towards kita, hugging him.

“y/n-chan, it’s good to see you made it without you and ‘tsumu bitin each others’ heads off!” kita chuckles, patting your head as a signal to go get the surprise you had made for the team, aran getting up to go with you.

the moment you’re out of earshot, kita yells at atsumu.

“why’re ya late, ‘tsumu? thought ya said you’d make it on time today,” kita scoffs, thoroughly done with atsumu constantly being late the past month. nationals were coming up, he couldn’t have the team slacking, “don’t tell me it’s another one o’ ya dumb flings again.”

“was waitin for y/n-chan, she had to stay back and help some douche with his homework. tch, as if,” there was a certain jealously laced in his words, one that if you’d heard it you’re sure it would make your precious little heart burst.

“yer not much better, ya know.” osamu casually puts out, and he isn’t wrong. after all, atsumu isn’t given the title ‘playboy’ for nothing.

“‘samu, don’t be like that. i aint all that bad, right?” atsumu whines, frowning like a little kid about to have a temper tantrum.

“guys!! i have somethin’ for ya!” you walk back into the gym with aran, both holding a tray of baked goods.

“eh? y/n-chan, what’s that for?” the sweet smell of vanilla and strawberries wafts through the air, very quickly catching the inarizaki team’s attention.

“well.. you guys have been working really hard lately getting ready for nationals so i thought it’d be nice to bake you guys some sweets,” the team stared at her, wide-eyed. how did they get so lucky?

“o-oh but.. if ya guys don’t wan’ em-”

“y/n-chan, ya fuckin angel. we’re gonna eat all of these.” atsumu pulls you into a hug, your face smushed into his chest. you feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment, but you ignore the fuzzy feeling and familiar butterflies swarming; simply letting atsumu do what he wanted.

“‘tsumu, let go! ya gotta eat before the rest of the guys eat em!” atsumu loosens his grip around you, changing his hold on you to his arm falling to your waist.

the team eat the trays of pastries you baked the night before, osamu and atsumu constantly fighting over the mini-cupcakes you made with the extra batter. osamu claims they taste better, while atsumu just wants an excuse to beat his brother at something. suna just quietly eats the vanilla cookies, thanking you for being so generous to the idiots on his team. aran and kita are just watching osamu and atsumu fight, munching on cornets.

atsumu usually doesn’t make it very far fighting with osamu, it seems keeping his hold on your waist is much more important to him. your heart flutters at the position you’re currently in; you sitting next to atsumu, your head resting softly on his shoulder. atsumu humming a soft little tune only for your ears to hear as he peacefully watches you play with his much larger hands.

“should i bake some more for tomorrow?” you ask, lifting your head from atsumu’s shoulder to start packing up the trays and cleaning any crumbs the boys left behind.

“if ya wanna, we’re not fussed.” aran smiles sweetly to you; you simply give a small smile back.

“alright, we’ll just skip practice for today. you’re all gonna practice extra tomorrow though,” kita chuckles hearing the disapproving groans from his teammates, “don’t worry, im sure y/n can think of a way to keep ya excited.”

“i’ll start thinkin of some fun activities we can do on the weekend!” you chirp, getting up to find your bag.

everyone starts piling out; you walking out eagerly chatting with osamu about a new recipe you’ve been dying to try. atsumu’s much larger hand engulfs yours as you and atsumu split ways from osamu since atsumu insisted he walk you home.

“’tsumu, you don’t have to walk me home. i’m not a lil’ kid anymore.” you smile at him, feeling a sense of euphoria at the fact he chose to walk you home instead of walking home with osamu.

“yer so innocent though, i swear someone could lure ya in with candy or somethin’.” atsumu laughs, watching the way your face goes from a soft smile to slightly confused to very offended.

“c’mon atsu’,” you whined, pouting, “i’m not that dumb!”

“yeah, but ya aren’t that smart either,” he takes a moment to admire you while you ramble about how you still got better grades than him and how osamu is the smarter twin.

“oh! tsumu, you should go home now.”

“right. see ya tomorrow, y/n!”

the next few days pass and you feel as if the atmosphere is off between you and atsumu. you’ve spoken to osamu about it and he feels the same way. did something happen between you and atsumu?

“..astu’?” you tap atsumu’s shoulder softly, letting him know you’re there.

“oh. y/l/n.” atsumu isn’t looking at you with the usual gleam in his eyes and you’re starting to wondering if you messed up something.

“‘tsumu, why’re you callin’ me by my last name?” you bite your lip in a state of confusion and nervousness.

“y/n. we need to talk.” he sighs in a way that you would when you’re disappointed and you’re thinking you really fucked up.

after school, you meet atsumu in the gym. they don’t have practice today, so the gym was the perfect place to meet up.

“y/n. i know what you think about me. i can see it in the way you look at me.” atsumu begins, almost instantly regretting what he’s decided to do. the way your eyes are starting to tear up makes him know you know what he’s talking about.

“atsumu.. i didn’t- i didn’t mean to. it just-” you stutter out, tears dripping down your cheeks, as atsumu pulls you into a hug.

“shh, i know. it’s okay, yeah? just ‘cause ya fell in love with me doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends. just needed ya to know that ya shouldn’t confess to me. i’m gonna have to reject ya, and i really don’t wanna do that.” you don’t know what to say, especially since you were hoping to confess to him in a few days.

“i- i’m gonna go, atsumu.” you pull away from him after a few minutes of silence and after your sobs have silenced.

“i’ll walk you home.”

“no.. atsumu, i need time to think, y’know?”

days pass, days turning to weeks and weeks beginning to edge onto two months. the heavy tension in the gym is suffocating. the bus ride to nationals isn’t much better either. you’re sitting as far away from atsumu as you can, avoiding the awkward looks he gives you. you know he wants to apologise for being so blunt to you, but you aren’t ready to talk to him yet.

“y/n, i think it’s time you talked with ‘tsumu. i know you don’t want to, but as our manager you have to for the sake of the team.” kita’s calm voice snaps you out of your lost state of mind. it was evident that you weren’t feeling your best from the way your gaze was soft and it looked like you were drifting off.

“oh. uh.. i don’t think he wants to see me right now?” you try to make an excuse but kita simply shakes his head no and you grumble.

“y/n. go now, please. ‘tsumu isn’t focusin’ durin’ practice. as manager ya needa set him straight.”

“kita-nii..” you hesitate for a moment, “fine. i’ll do it.”

“thank you, y/n.”

you walk up to atsumu, who seems quite surprised you’re even looking at him right now, and sit next to him.

“atsu’.. i don’t wanna be the reason you might lose nationals. i know how much this means to you,” you make eye contact with atsumu for the first time in about a month.

“y/n, it’s not yer fault, yeah?” atsumu cups your cheek with his hand, a small smile growing on his face, “shouldn’t have been so blunt with ya anyways, shoulda known you’d react like this.”

“are.. are we okay again?” you bite your lip lightly, patiently waiting for a reply.

“think we were always okay, we just had a lil’ mishap, y’know?”

“so.. can i sit next to you?” you feel at peace knowing what happened hopefully won’t change your current dynamic, even if you know atsumu definitely won’t be yours.

“yeah, ya can. c’mere.” you sit down before atsumu tucks you into his side.

the rest of the ride is silent, but the uncomfortable tension is eased.

nationals pass by in a few blinks. but in the end, unfortunately, inarizaki lost to karasuno; a school no one would’ve thought could make it this far before, not after their reputation of being ‘clipped crows’.

the bus is once again silent during the ride home, and it breaks your heart — as the manager who’s been with them as long as the second years have — seeing how distraught the boys look. everyone looks disappointed in themselves, even suna looks upset. but most of all, atsumu looks like he’s on the verge of tears. and sitting next to him gives you the front seats to the way his eyes are glossy, the tears threatening to spill over any moment.

even the school feels silent, the losing game somehow affecting the entirety of inarizaki. even you, the bubbly sweetheart, could barely smile.

months pass, and now it’s almost the end of your second year. everything seemed to pass in a blur, from the losing match to the rest of your second year. the only thing that seemed to linger was the feeling of regret; and your feelings for atsumu. maybe if you didn’t catch feelings for atsumu, he would’ve been more focused. if you didn’t catch feelings, he wouldn’t have had to talk to you about it.

although the boys didn’t technically have to keep practicing, a few of the boys kept going; especially atsumu.

“atsu’? it’s time to lock up before ya get in trouble from coach. again.” your soft voice calling out to atsumu snaps him out of his focus.

“oh. yeah, gimme a minute.”

you watch atsumu do his jump serve, the sound of the impact from the ball hitting the floor bouncing on the walls of the gym. atsumu tried to hit another serve before you register why you’re there but it’s too late.

“atsu’, no! i’ll help you clean up, c’mon. you gotta walk me home, it’s late. it’d be terrible if i, your precious manager, got kidnapped right?” you joked, though you were still terrified at the thought of getting kidnapped for real.

“yeah ya right, it’d be so hard for the team without our darlin’ lil’ manager.” atsumu chuckles.

your parents didn’t really mind where you went at night, especially since they knew you were often with atsumu. so it’s no surprise that your parents don’t call or text when it’s late at night and you’re at a park with atsumu, sitting on a bench together. the cold breeze making you wish you’d brought your jacket with you that day. and it seems atsumu notices because soon after you shiver, atsumu’s large jacket is placed on your shoulders.

“hey, y/n?” atsumu swings his arm around your shoulder and makes you shuffle closer to him.

“mm?”

“i like you.”

“oh, cool. wait. what??” your whip your head to face him, shocked at the sudden confession.

“maybe i can give this whole love thing a shot? doesn’t seem that hard to keep ya happy.” atsumu jokes, watching as your expression shuffles through happy, confused and a mix of the two.

“i- i like you too but.. your volleyball career?”

atsumu simply shushes you and brings you into a soft kiss; and you wish time would stop right then.

“be my girlfriend?” he smiles at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

and who were you to say no to that?

[simsadventures]

Better Like This: Chapter 3: Tactics

Chapter Summary: You try to get closer to Bucky via his friends. What happens when your plan works out all too well?

Warnings: jealous Bucky (maybe, what do I know), a/b/o dynamics, Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Reader, swearing, Sam being a smart-ass, slow-burn fic, fist fight, blood, hurt Omega

Word Count: 3229

A/N: Once again, thank you so much for the feedback on the previous chapter, you guys are amazing. This story is kinda slow-burn, so I hope all of you are ok with that. Again, if you would like to see this story take a certain direction, let me know and I’ll see what I can do with it xx

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It’s been almost two weeks since your first day at the unit. After trying a few more times to actually get Bucky to talk to you (unsuccessfully, of course, his growling would get the room quiet every time) you decided to ease off. You weren’t about to give up on your true mate. Not even close. His scent was intoxicating, and you loved spending your time in the office just so you could catch some lingering smell left after him. 

You decided to give him space and to let him come to you when he would feel like it. And you knew he would eventually have to feel like it, he couldn’t be immune, for christ’s sake. 

Meanwhile, you tried to get to know the team better. You and Scott became almost inseparable during those days, you’d spent a few nights at his house, dining there and getting to know Hope. She was the most intelligent person you’ve probably ever met and her beauty? Wow! You would always tell Scott how lucky he was to get a mate like her. He knew it, of course, but his ego grew whenever people saw his amazing mate by his side, always looking up to him proudly and lovingly. 

You even went for a beer with Tony, Bruce, and Natasha, having one hell of a good time. Tony and Bruce were so cute, you thought your teeth might rot from all the fluff around you. You were happy for them; definitely, it was just that you wanted what they had, and were kinda jealous. But only a little bit. 

You loved to bake and so every time you baked some cookies or muffins, you brought them to work, to make your colleagues happy and giddy like little kids. The first time you brought something with you, they all hugged you so tightly and pronounced love so loudly that you could just laugh and with the same breath promise them that you’d bake more. 

The only reserved people were Bucky, Sam, and your Captain. You knew they were all friends and shit, but you couldn’t understand why they didn’t talk to you when it wasn’t necessary. You got that Steve was your captain and that you probably shouldn’t be too familiar with him, but Sam? That was another story. And you had plans for that also. 

The case you were working on went cold after about a week, as there were no new leads, no witnesses and worst of all, the victim died during a surgery. You were still trying to figure some stuff out, but without sufficient evidence, there wasn’t much you could do. 

You were sitting at your table, discussing possible motives for the Omega’s murder with Scott, your baked goods on the table with only a few chocolate chip cookies left. You could see Sam entering the door, without Bucky, and you took your chance. 

You stood up quickly, grabbed the plate and marched towards Sam, with something as a piece offering cookies. “Hey, I saved you some, I didn’t know if you liked chocolate chips, but I took my chance. I swear I’m not trying to poison you, Sam,” you giggled and stretched your hand with the plate on it towards Sam. He smirked and shook his head but took one cookie nevertheless. Win! “Well, I must try some, Stark wouldn’t shut up about your blueberry muffin, so I guess you’re real good at this, huh?” And he is making small talk, you thought, yes! 

“They almost tore my arm from my body just to get to those muffins quicker, they are monsters, I’m telling you.” 

Sam laughed a little and then moaned. Kinda. “Oh my God, Y/L/N, these are perfect, I mean, they taste like heaven! What the… I’m one of the monsters now! You got me addicted!” 

“Uhm, thank you, I guess,” you giggled at the look in front of you. Sam was stuffing his mouth with your cookies with one hand, while the other was trying to pick as many crumbs, he could reach, to have a little more taste. 

“So chocolate chip ok with you, Wilson?” “Hell, anything’s good with me as long as it comes from those heavenly hands. And by the way, who doesn’t like chocolate chip, huh?” You’d laugh with him, but a vicious growl stopped you.

“Me,” Bucky said, chest heaving, jaw set and eyes almost glowing. With anger? Who knew, but you weren’t about to speak up, he looked like he’d kill you if you even took a breath. You didn’t know if Sam was oblivious to his partner’s posture and look, or if he actually wanted to sport a black eye, but he didn’t shut up.

“C’mon, Buck. If you tried Y/N’s cookies, you would’ ve-“ he was interrupted by another low growl. “I don’t need to try anything to see that it just doesn’t suit me. That I wouldn’t like it, even if I’ve never tried it. But I’m telling you, Sam, back off.” 

Never tried? Who has never tried a freaking chocolate chip cookie? Is he some gluten-free, sugar-free raw freak? (no offense here, guys) What the hell? You looked at him dumbfounded not really understanding what he was talking about.

There was probably going on a silent conversation between Bucky and Sam because they were staring each other down, you somehow in the middle of them, still looking at Bucky questionably. 

What you didn’t know was that the previous weekend, Steve and Sam ambushed Bucky at his apartment, with some cold beers and a take out. They desperately needed to find out what was really happening (or not happening, in this case) between the two of you, and because they are such nosy little shits, they needed to know it like yesterday.

Bucky was desperately trying to throw them out, really wasn’t in the mood to sit with tow assholes, no matter that they were his best friends. He knew what kind of questions would come up, and he was doing everything in his power to not succumb. 

Needless to say, he didn’t succeed. 

“SHE IS YOUR WHAT?” Sam yelled in the most high-pitched voice Bucky’s ever heard. “She is your fucking mate- no, no, no, she is your fucking TRUE mate, and you just what, ignore her? Growl at her? Have you lost your goddamn mind, Barnes?”

While Sam was having his little, although very loud meltdown, Steve was just shaking his head. He nudged Sam, who looked at him mid-sentence and immediately shut up when he saw Steve’s face. 

“So, you are telling us, that you were so lucky to have found your true mate, the one person who was literally made to be with you, made FOR you, and you decided not to act on it? That’s what you’re telling us, Buck?” 

Bucky stared into his best friend’s eyes, trying to get him to understand without actually having to talk about it. Steve felt it, he always did, but he wasn’t willing to let go. Not this time.

“I know you’ve been hurt and stuff, but, why do you think Y/N must necessarily be the same as-“ 

“Don’t even say her name. Why do I need to explain myself to you two? I’m a grown-ass Alpha, who decided to forever live a bachelor life and you should understand that. Or don’t, I don’t give a shit, just don’t tell me what to do or what not to do.” 

“Sure thing, buddy. Just one question, doesn’t her smell like, drives you nuts?” Sam asked him incredulously. “Her smell? Pff, no way, don’t even know what she smells like, told ya, not interested.” Everyone in the room knew it wasn’t true, and Bucky knew they knew. He was just glad they didn’t press him even more.

The truth was, he knew precisely what she smelt like, and if he closed his eyes, he could even feel you on the tip of his tongue. She smelt like freshly cut grass, with a hint of vanilla and coconut- the perfect mix of fresh and sweet at the same time. But he couldn’t think about it about you! 

Sam wanted to push his buttons a little more“So, you cool working with your true mate, not being able to touch her? Seeing other Alphas being all over her?” Bucky growled involuntarily. His Alpha side wanted to jump out of his skin, find you, and claim you so that no other Alpha would even lay their eyes on you. His logical side shook all those thoughts away. Nothing good ever came from an Omega, he reminded himself, trying to chase images of you with another man from his mind.

“Pf, you’re totally cool and not interested, my man.” This earned Sam a punch into a shoulder, which Sam knew would bruise, as it did many times before. He really admired his own shoulder for never giving up on him and actually not shattering after so many years of these hard-ass punches by his partner.

Steve was watching them with a smirk. All he wanted was for his best friend to be happy, to let his walls down and let you in. He knew at that moment he would not let Bucky ruin his own life. Not on Steve’s watch. 

So when you came towards Sam with those damn-good cookies, he knew he wanted to push Bucky to some action. Sam saw in Bucky’s eyes, damn, his whole posture, that he wasn’t having fun. Sam just couldn’t see if it was Bucky’s anger that Sam was actually bringing it up again, or if he was jealous. 

Your plan was simple: get Sam to like so that Bucky could see that you get along with one of his best friends and would get through his thick skull that he could get along with you too. The first part of the plan worked out all too well. Sam loved those cookies, and you two were having fun, well, until Mr Growling-All-the-Time came. 

Sam’s voice got you back to reality. “Well, if you aren’t willing to try, then trust me, someone will. For a start, I think these smell delicious and the taste? Wow, even better, ain’t it true, Y/N? What do you put in ‘em.”

You frowned but answered him nevertheless. “Uhm, sure, I guess, it’s my grandma’s recipe, the secret-not-so-secret ingredient is vanilla.”

“Aaah, vanilla, that’s it. I love me some vanilla, let me tell you, girl!” 

You were looking at Sam, not really getting where he was going, so what you couldn’t quite see was Bucky’s whole body going rigid, before he lunged at Sam from across the room. 

What Bucky didn’t seem to realize, was the closeness between you and Sam, so when he jumped at Sam, he inevitably had to go through you. He didn’t even seem to see you, the venom in his eyes was blinding him momentarily. And because you didn’t see him coming, you couldn’t duck, you couldn’t step away, nothing. You had only time to turn your head to see Bucky being almost on you and brace yourself for the impact.

The crush of three bodies was stronger than you would’ve anticipated. Bucky’s body collided mainly with yours, only his hands grabbing Sam and pulling him closer to him so he could get a good punch. Sam was as shocked as you were. He knew he was getting under Bucky’s skin, but didn’t think it would have such effect.

You fell down like a sack of potatoes. You tried to stop the fall by extending your arms (which must’ve looked great, like a little bird learning to fly but failing miserably) but failed mainly because your left arm caught the corner of one of the tables and you could only feel the searing pain shooting through your lower arm. 

You landed with a thud, accompanied by a louder thud, that when your head hit the ground after your body. You laid there, splayed like a starfish, all of your limbs facing different directions. You tried to blink away the black dots, but the more you tried to blink, the more dots you saw. You couldn’t hear any voices, the high-pitched ringing in your ears preventing you from hearing the whole team running towards you and the guys, who didn’t realize what was happening until Steve and Tony separated them.

They were both able to throw about two good punches, knowing they would both be sporting matching black eyes. “Enough!” Steve’s voice boomed through the room. “Are you two so childish you have to fight at the unit? Can’t you take it to the ring after the shift, huh? Not only are you disrupting the piece of the team and the work being actually done, but you also hurt one of our own too.”

With that, both men’s eyes shifted towards where you were standing before the fight occurred, but could only see Scott, Bruce, and Natasha being crouched above someone on the ground.

Bucky nudged Tony to his ribs so that he could get away from him and closer to you. He jumped to your side and tried to touch you, but someone’s hand stopped him in his movement. He looked up and saw it was Scott, with a threatening look in his eyes, holding him back. 

“Haven’t you done enough? You don’t need to pretend that you care about her well-being when we both know that you don’t.” 

Bucky growled. Again. “Get your hands off of me, Lang.” Scott wanted to say something else, but you groaned audibly from underneath them.

The ringing in your ears stopped, and the black dots weren’t occupying your whole vision, so you tried to blink the rest of them away, only to see Bucky and Scott above your head, Scott gripping tightly on Bucky’s hand, preventing him from touching you.

At one hand, you were super thankful to Scott, he knew how much you were hurting, and when you admitted that Bucky was indeed your true mate, you had your hands full with stopping Scott from marching into Bucky’s apartment and kicking him into his shin.

On the other hand, you wanted to feel what Bucky’s touch was like. You wanted to engulf yourself in his smell and just stay in that safe cocoon. 

You realized soon enough that Bucky wasn’t your safe place because he never once allowed you to come close to you and the side thankful to Scott was suddenly stronger. 

“Ouch, my head! And why does my arm hurt so fucking much?” you rasped, avoiding Bucky’s searching eyes. Everyone’s heads turned toward your arm, and a hiss escaped Bruce’s mouth. “Well, that’s a nasty gash, Y/N. I think you’ll need some stitches.”

You groaned again, now totally annoyed. “Awesome, that’s just… perfect, really, thanks, guys. What was that even about, Barnes? Jumping at us like that, because of what, goddamn cookies?” Your annoyance transformed itself into being totally pissed. You tried to sit up and suddenly felt a tingling sensation on your back from someone’s touch. Bucky. 

You really wanted to let him do anything to you as long as he was not growling and actually being there with you, but, at the same time, you were on the ground, bleeding and possibly with a concussion because of him.

You smacked his hand away. “Don’t,” was the only thing you said to him. “C’mon, Omega, let me-“ 

Now it was your time to growl. “Omega? Really? So suddenly, I’m an Omega to you? Till about 30 seconds ago, you didn’t want to see me, let alone speak to me and god forbid that I would try to touch you. You said you never wanted an Omega, so how about you let me alone here, with people who actually give a shit about me? Let’s not pretend like you’re one of them.”

You knew your words were laced with venom, but the two frustrating weeks, trying to catch his scent, trying to catch a glimpse of him, those two weeks took a toll on you. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were deeply hurt by Bucky’s behaviour. And you weren’t about to be a good submissive Omega. You didn’t want to be one of those girls who are being hurt continuously but are still fishing for attention, and when they get, they get all cuddly and wet. 

Nope. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

He looked hurt, but you tried to ignore him, as Scott and Bruce helped you sit on the nearest chair. What you, therefore, couldn’t see, was Bucky’s face contorting into a pained expression, when you preferred another Alpha touching you, helping you. Bucky knew he had no right to be jealous, and if he were in his right mind, he wouldn’t even try to touch you, let alone call you an Omega. 

That was one of the most intimate or insulting ways to address a person one could imagine, depending on the person uttering those words. He knew he had no right for the level of intimacy it required and he definitely didn’t mean to insult you at that moment, it just slipped. 

Those two weeks, he tried to do everything in his power to stay away from you, but seeing you helpless and hurt on the ground? Hurt by him? That clouded his judgment, and he didn’t really care about anything but your safety and well-being at the moment. He didn’t get a grip on himself. He wasn’t about to let you hurt him the way Amber did.

He swore once that he would never let anyone that close and he truly wanted to keep his own promise to himself. The only problem was that you were starting to get under his skin, despite him preventing you in every possible way he could think of.

He was sure he wouldn’t survive another heartbreak, not from his true mate anyway. But he was drawn to you in ways he never thought possible. His heart secretly cherished every second he could spend somewhere near you and your intoxicating smell and your adorable laugh. Ugh, he was growing soft! 

His heart jumped when he heard you hiss because Bruce began the work of stitching up your arm and his head snapped towards the Omega helping you to get better, actually thinking he could stop Bruce from getting you into more pain.

He was stopped mid-way by Steve’s voice. “Wilson, Barnes, my office, NOW!” Shit, Steve was pissed, and he knew there was no way he would talk his way out of this one. 

Scott was holding your other hand, letting you squeeze the life out of it because the stitching was not as painless as you hoped it would be. He leaned in and whispered to your ear: “Well, he didn’t have to hurt you and he’s so up for some ass-kicking but one thing we know for sure, he’s not immune to you, and we have to use it against him.” You looked over at Scott, who was now smirking devilishly and had to laugh a little, before Bruce’s needle went through your skin again, followed by a very silent “sorry” by Bruce.

“So, what do you propose I do, Scott?”

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✧ SaneGiyuu Headcanon: The Married Life of Tomioka and Shinazugawa Sensei (Modern AU) ✧

Admin 15: Why, hello hello, welcome back my fellow SaneGiyuu stans to my mediocre Headcanon, before I get to the point allow me to say a million thanks for the likes and reblogs from the first HC, you guys are beautiful and kind, I love you guys so much, you guys don't have to but still Thank you, thank you and thank you, and for that, I shall gave you all tis simple crumbs I made from the bottom of my (high-key non-existent) heart enjoy the crumbs my friends

⚠ Warning: Implied NSFW ahead, please tread lightly! ⚠

Ay, ay, so let's see... Sanemi and Giyuu are married couples however no students knows but the staff and headmaster know about their relationship...or marriage in general

They live in a simple and affordable house, perfect for two (and even family of four lololol) and quite near the station

Sometime you wonder, who would wake up first? Surprisingly it's Giyuu, Sanemi would still sleeping coz yk, all the students homework he gotta examined and he had to stay up for that shit, poor Nemi sensei.

It's hard to wake him up, Giyuu would gently shake him so that he woke up although it gave him quite a while

So he invented a trick

"Sanemi, wake up, it's five am, we have to get ready"

"I graduated literally few years ago, I don't need school"

Oh you sweet, clueless, stupid, airhead hoe Sanemi Shinazugawa, You're a teacher...

Time to pull out big guns

(Slight NSFW warning)

*insert Giyuu moanin'* "Nemi~ come over to the bathtub with me please"

Needless to say, Sanemi jolt awake and rushed to the bathroom in order to join Giyuu (what a hoe *fifteen has been slayed*)

As nice as sharing a passionate morning baths, it has to end, Giyuu knows how proud his husband is with his body so he let two or three buttons left undo.

But BETCH YOU THOT HE GON SHARE WHAT'S HIS

"As nice to see your chest, you have to remember it's mine too"

And now he's "Jealous"oka Giyuu

Sanemi somehow find jealous Giyuu cute because he would pout, pout and pout.

Baby boy, baby

After dressing up, they had a breakfast together, just a simple bowl of rice and some salt marinated fish

If one of them finished the food first, they'll make the lunch for two

They made a bento, with ohagi, mochi or three coloured dumplings as desert

They didn't forget to brush their teeth after eat, don't worry, bare with them and their morning routine

Before they went to train station, they give MORNING KISSES, mostly on cheeks before they went off.

As they arrived at school, Giyuu immediately took out his bamboo sword and get ready.

"I'll see you at lunchtime, Danna"

"At least give your Danna a kiss before you go, Mr. Shinazugawa Giyuu..."

Giyuu roll his eyes and give his white haired husband a short sweet kiss before he went to the staff room.

Now skip to lunchtime

Giyuu is a bitch

Okay, I take it back!! He ain't a bitch, he just maybe a little late? He was chasing Kamado boy for violating the school rule by wearing that hanafuda earrings

He then decided to stop and join Sanemi having a lunch under the birch tree away from the people eyesight.

"The fuck took you so long, Giyuu?"

"Duty calls to chase Kamado around"

Sanemi roll his eyes, his husband is really stick to his duty seriously,....which is why he love his husband sense of duty.

They ate the bento while cloud watching together, and talk a lot of things, by how the students being whiny and doing stupid things or the commotion that Rengoku and Uzui sensei caused in today's class.

FEEDING EACH OTHER THE SEQUEL

They feed each other's food then even wipe the rice that stuck on the corner of their lips and would sensually licks it away

After they finished their food, they CUDDLE WHILE ENJOYING THE SWAYING WIND, SETTLING COMFORTABLY IN EACH OTHER'S ARMS.

AND PLAYING GIYUU'S HAIR

Giyuu is a small spoon so it's pretty obvious, lol

Sanemi thought Giyuu's Raven hair is so soft and fluffy, he couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers through it

Much soft, very floof, 19/10 would recommend to touch 👌🏻

When the bell rang, Sanemi groaned in disappointment, but Giyuu assure him that they'll see each others soon and give him a kiss on cheek

I'm fully aware of me skipping stuff but I had no choice, forgive me-

When teachers are allowed to go home, the two would take a brief stroll before they went to their home

HAND HOLDING AND WHISPERING THINGS HAD THE FUJOSHIS SQUEAL

When they passed a convinient store, they stopped for a bit in case both of them would cook something different for dinner

Giyuu is aware girls and guys staring at his husband

"Jealous"oka Giyuu pt.2

He wrapped his arms around Sanemi's waist and pouted and spoke in tiny

"ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢʀᴀʙ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ?"

Sanemi had UwU attacks and sense his jealousy as people do stare at him and wrap his arm on Giyuu's petite waist

"Yeah sure thing, babe, let's just grab some ingredients and skedaddle"

Right at home, they take liberty on laying on the couch and straighten their legs.

"Sanemi, you smell sweaty"

"Pot calling kettle black, Giyuu"

"Go take a shower"

"No you"

"No you"

20 "no you"s later, they settle things by taking a shower together (again)

((SLIGHT) NSFW WARNING, NOT RECOMMENDED FOR POOR INNOCENT, CLEAN SOUL, IF YOU FIND IT DISTURBING JUST SKIP, FIND AN ADULT OR HIMEJIMA, PLEASE)

Things get a little heat up-

Sanemi can't stop f o n d l i n g that tiddie and pepper Giyuu's sensitive neck with butterfly kisses

His other hand I rather busy down there, ahem.

Sanemi couldn't stop whispering dirty yet sweet things to him, telling how beautiful he is, telling how Sanemi adore him and how Sanemi loves him

That went from 10 to 100 rather quickly

What do you know? They ended up love making in the shower.

The bathroom filled with Giyuu's erotic moans and Sanemi occasionally groans and growls-

Okay, I rest my case, End of NSFW

Once they're completely cleaned up Sanemi carried him with princess style and carefully put him down on their shared bed.

Sanemi dried his hair with a warm and loving smile on his scar decorated face, what did he deserves someone like Giyuu

🎶NEVER MIND I'LL FIND SOMEONE LIKE GIYUUUU 🎶 (Get the fuck out 15)

"We might miss the dinner you know... I'm sore..."

"Don't care, I have been well fed thanks to you"

Blushy Giyuu.jpg

"come on, let's just cuddle up, I need to recharge"

Giyuu had no choice but to oblige and make himself comfy on Sanemi's strong arms and warpped in the cozy duvet

In the end they fell asleep and forgot about dinner, and just sleep peacefully with a smile on their faces

Admin 15: So there we go, I realized the boys are rather OOC but, but I just can't help it, I'm so sorry *bows* well anyway that's the crumbs for today, I terribly apologize for grammar errors and mistakes or that if you don't like it, and thank you again!

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Babysitter AU

Pyrrha, holding a 7 year old Weiss and Ruby in her arms: Look guys, can you at least try and get along today? For me?

Weiss, whining: But she's eating too many cookies!

Ruby, mouth full of cookies: No I'm not!

Weiss: Yes you are! You're getting crumbs everywhere!

Ruby, in fact, spitting out crumbs: Am not!

Weiss: Are too!

Ruby: Am not!

Weiss: Are too!

Ruby: IM NOT!

Weiss: ARE TOO!

Pyrrha, sighing: Look, why do you even care if Ruby eats too many cookies in the first place?

Weiss: Because the dunce might get a stomach ache if she eats too many!

Pyrrha:....so? Why do you care?

Weiss, awkwardly: Well because.....her tummy will hurt.

Pyrrha, smiling:.......

Weiss: W-what?

Pyrrha, cooing: Awww, are you worried about your friend Ruby?

Weiss, blushing: W-what?!

Pyrrha: You actually care about her, don't you?

Weiss, blushing more: N-no! I-its just that she is going to cry loudly of her tummy hur— H-HEY!

Ruby, hugging Weiss: AWWW! I CARE ABOUT YOU TOO, WEISSY!

Weiss, blushing: G-get off my, you dunce! Who d-do you think you are hugging me! Unhand me now!

Ruby, hugging tighter: But I wanna hug you!!!!!

Weiss: Ew! Gross. You're getting cookie crumbs everywhere! L-let go! P-pyrrha, help me!

Pyrrha: *giggles loudly*

Weiss, whining: PYRRRRRHA!

*a knock is heard at the door*

Pyrrha: Ope, I think that might be one of your sisters to pick you up. Be right back. *Stands up and leaves the room*

Weiss, trying to break free: Pyrrha! Come back here and help me! Pyrrha! PYRRHA!

Ruby, still hugging: Theres nothing wrong with hugging, Weissy!

Weiss: D-dont call me that!

Pyrrha, opening her door: Hello?

*Pyrrha opens the door to find a tall and older woman with white hair and piercing blue eyes, standing in an authority like stance*

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh, hello Winter.

Winter, bowing respectfully: Hello, Pyrrha. I hope your evening has been well.

Pyrrha, nodding: Oh it's been great. Thanks for asking.

Winter: Well that's fantastic. I assume my sister hasn't been giving you a hard time?

Pyrrha, chuckling: Oh heavens no. She's been an angel; maybe a little crabby though. But other than that, she's been fine.

Winter: Thats great to hear. Thanks for watching her by. You know, I really appreciate you being such a kind and sweet babysitter to my sister.

Pyrrha, modestly: Oh it's nothing to thank me for. I'm just doing what any other baby sitter would do.

Winter, chuckling: Thats honestly hard to believe. Weiss talks about you all the time. Talking about how sweet and amazing you are. She tells me how you are teaching her about spelling and other subjects. You are going beyond what a regular baby sitter would. And I really appreciate it. Thank you.

Pyrrha, smiling: No seriously, you don't need to thank me. Having Weiss around is always a pleasure. She's a bright and very sweet girl, even if her previous babysitter called her a brat all the time.

Winter: Well I'm still gonna. In fact, I think you deserve a little something too.

Pyrrha: What do you mean?

Winter, smiling: I have these reservations to this this beautiful restaurant, and I want to take you with me. It's for the golden clam.

Pyrrha, eyes widening: The Golden Clam? W-what? B-but that place is so expensive, Winter. I can't accept that.

Winter, smiling: But I want you too. You deserve it.

Pyrrha, slightly blushing: I-I don't k-know. T-this seems too much.

Winter: I promise that it's nothing, okay? I'm not even spending that much money. Now come on and let me award you for being such a great babysitter.

Pyrrha, hesitatingly:.....are you sure?

Winter: Yes, positive.

Pyrrha:......o-okay. I'll go.

Winter, smiling: Great. You won't regret it. I promise. The reservation is for this Friday night.

Pyrrha, nodding: Great. I can't wai— wait, this Friday night?

Winter: Yes, this Friday. Is there a problem?

Pyrrha, guiltily: Oh Winter, Im so sorry but I can't make it this Friday. I'm going to a concert with Yang.

Winter, gritting her teeth from the mentioned of the blond:......Yang you say? You're going to a concert with Yang?

Pyrrha: Yeah. She asked me this morning when she dropped Ruby off, apparently she had an extra ticket and gave it to me to not waste it.

Winter: Oh really? Well, isn’t that.....nice.....hmm.....so is it just going to be you two, or....

Pyrrha: Just us.

Winter: Wow, just you two? Man, that's....so she just so happened to had another ticket, huh? Isn’t that.....convenient.

Pyrrha: Yeah, I guess it is.

Winter, still gritting her teeth: Well that's just......wonderful.

Pyrrha:......Winter, are you alright?

Winter: Hmm? Me? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm all dandy. Don't worry.

Pyrrha: Oh okay. I really am sorry about this by the way. I feel really bad.

Winter: No no no, don't feel bad. I'm okay. I promise.

Pyrrha: If you say so. Anyway, allow me go get your sister for you. Be right back. *Enters her apartment*

Winter, growling under her breath: God damn it Xiao-Long! You little piece of—

???: Is that Winty I see?

Winter, under her breath: God damn it.

*Winter turns to see a tall buxom blonde swaying her way towards her with a smirk on*

Winter, annoyed: Hello Yang.

Yang, pouting: Awww, what's wrong, Winty? *Gasp* oh wait. I know that look anywhere. You just got rejected, didn't ya?

Winter, gritting her teeth: Shut up.

Yang: Man, that gotta suck now, doesn't it? So, what did you ask her out to?

Winter, sighing: If you just know....I had two reservations to....the Golden Clam.

Yang, laughing: Oh you gotta be shitting me! You must’ve wasted so much money!

Winter, gritting her teeth while trying to calm down:.......

Yang: You gotta be so pissed right now! So how does it feel, knowing that I have a date with Pyrrha? It's an awesome concert too. Does that bother you? Huh? Does it piss you off? Huh?

Winter, internally: Just ignore her. She's nothing to you. Don't let her get under your skin.

Yang: Hey, are you listening? Are you pissed? You look pissed? You look really pissed? Hey? Hey? Hey—

Winter, stomping: Okay, listen here you little harlot!

Yang: Oh ho ho ho~ I think you're mad.

Winter: I swear to God, Yang!

Yang: Why are you even after Pyrrha anyway? You're much older than her.

Winter: Im only 4 years older!

Yang, looking Winter up and down:......really?

Winter: Oh you lit—

Pyrrha, starting to walk out with Weiss: And here she is!

Winter, feigning excitement: —tle one right here. There you are, Weiss! *Ruffles Weiss's hair*

Pyrrha: Oh, hey Yang.

Yang, smiling: Heya, P money. Excited for the concert?

Pyrrha: I sure am. I'm sure it will be grand.

Yang: Me too. I was just telling Winter about it actually.

Pyrrha: Really?

Winter, smiling: Yep, she sure was. Hey, if you don't mind me asking, what concert are you going to?

Pyrrha: Oh it's uhm....*starts snapping fingers* Shoot, what was they called again?

Yang: The Achieve-Men. They're great, and sold out as well. So no one will be able to get in now. Nobody. *smirks*

Winter: *Growls under her breath*

Yang: Oh, and got front rows seat as well.

Pyrrha, nodding: Thas right. Seat 6 and 7 I believe?

Yang, nodding: Corecto, p money. So these seats are totally AMAZING! It's a shame you can't show up, Winter. Since you know....it's sold out.

Winter, clenching her fist: Yeah... It's a real....shame.....anyway, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: O-oh. You're leaving? O-okay. Bye.

Winter, picking up Weiss: Goodbye. *Starts to leave*

Yang, smiling: Well anyway, I'm here for the Rubster.

Pyrrha: Hmm? Oh, right. I'll be right back.

Winter, walking away: Hmm.... Seats six and seven huh?

Weiss, being carried: What?

Winter, smiling: Nothing, snowflake. *Pulls out scroll and dials a number in it before calling someone*.......hey Klein? I need a favor? Can you do some....research about a certain sold out concerts? I need to know who bought a certain ticket to it......great, thanks.

*days later, Friday night at the concert*

Yang, smiling: So, are you excited?

Pyrrha, smiling: Yeah, I kinda am. I've never been to a concert before.

Yang: Well I hope your first time will be unforgetta— wait, what the hell?!

Pyrrha, turning: Wha— Winter?

Winter, walking over to them: Hello you two. What are you doi— wait, are these your seats?

Yang, annoyed: Yeah! Remember, Pyrrha told you?

Winter: She did? Hmm, I must've forgetten.

Pyrrha: How did you get in here? I thought it was sold out.

Winter: Oh I pulled a few strings. Nothing too special. But hey, isn't this cool? I'm going to hang out with you two.

Pyrrha, smiling: Well that’s nice. Isn’t it, Yang?

Yang, gritting her teeth: Yeah, it's so....amazing!

*meanwhile*

Coco, on the phone: No Velvs, you don't understand! This rich chick walked up to me and paid me 20 grand for my concert ticket! Isn't that amazing?!.....I don't know how she I had a concert ticket. Who cares! I got 20 grand!

[musegalaxie]

Thoughts Aloud | Jeonghan+ University!Y/N

Hmm, looks like we have 2/13 down..

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-JJ

just incase it’s unclear this time, y/n is a rhythmic gymnast

you and jeonghan were known for acting more like old lovers than best friends

you would care for and look after each other like you were both each other’s children

but when it came to having simple conversations or disputes, you’d lose your train of thought so quickly bc wow those eyes

and ofc jeonghan would thoroughly enjoy getting his way

bc  s w i n d l e r  it’s in his DNA

but why did you seem to always give in to him so easily?

you weren’t naturally like that with anyone else or even with the rest of seventeen

the members would even say seventeen had two mothers because while scoups is quiet...

* flashback 3 weeks ago, they caught hoshi sleeping peacefully with honey butter chip crumbs across his cheeks*

jeonghan: and dON’t even thiNK about sneaking chips into your room and making mingyu clean it up!

+ classic finger wag and sassy mother tone

y/n: *looks over to jeonghan, huffs* Because you don’t do it.. Mingyu complains about you all the time! Next time I hear him complain again I’ll come for you next, Jeonghan.

svt:  literally standing at attention bc nobody can snatch jeonghan like you can

(but will they laugh? nooOO who wants a death wish  n o  t h a n k  y o u)

woozi is probably the farthest away from you oh look he’s making his way into the bathtub

short story: the sass is rEAL with you two

but besides all of the playful ‘motherly love’ the two of you gave each other

 and atop the strong friendship and trust the two of you had built

you had felt something deep in the corner of your heart for a while

something that you weren’t too sure you knew how to explain

so you kept pushing it away

because Jeonghan was ‘a valuable friend’ and why lose that kind of friendship over a little tickle you’re not even sure of 

“psh, it’ll go away, y/n.”

riIIIIGGGHT

you began to realize-like a slow rolling snowball-that you couldn’t decipher your feelings

you felt betrayed by your own heart

especially when Jeonghan would make his way to another suite past curfew

you were a resident assistant, and always seemed to be on midnight-4am duty

you always needed some extra time to help you stay awake and complete assignments

so you said “RA position open? Why not?”

hm

watching his white-blonde head brazenly pass you by made you bubble with curiosity and frustration j e a l o u s y

he confided in you, and always stopped to reassure you

without missing the chance to throw in a sassy “Yes, Omma, I’ll be back in an hour.”

you knew he was going over to study, but couldn’t help your mind wondering who he’d be with all that time

you’d know in about 15 minutes

but you hated doing the hourly walk through because you couldn’t bear the thought of possibly seeing him with someone else seeing a girl in the dorm and having to report him.

ofc he had you under oath to keep his ‘unit jumping’ a secret, so you could never actually report him..

If you did, you’d have no crutch to support your platonic feelings….

and so every time you saw him laying across Chanyeol & Chen’s bed, the room empty and no other soul in sight, you felt relieved.

but they did find it weird a month ago when you started to pop your head through the door to say hi instead of just knocking and walking by like you used to

thank god it was your last hourly check of the night

you told yourself to fight the urge to pop your head in and just knock and say bye

you walked up through all 5 halls

peeking through all 79 rooms

finally making it to the 80th room on the 5th hall

and he’s waiting outside the door for you

‘hey, I didn’t want you to walk all the way back alone tonight.’

surprises you with facts about how many times you’ve covered his back and how he owes you

you’re busy chanting how you shouldn’t be affected by it that him grabbing you by the shoulders makes you jump

‘You okay? You really need to get more sleep, you seem tired’

‘Yes dad…’

you’re more than okay, you’re on cloud 9

forces his way inside and hands you his lunch when you two arrive at your dorm

‘You never eat, I swear your coaches are putting too much pressure on you’

besides being a natural A+ student (ahem, barely any effort but you slay your grades, go y/n) you also love sports and helping people a lot, you’re a sweet, campus unnie that a lot of people look up to.

relationship advice, recent homework, career advice, y/n unnie to the rescue!

but a hard-worker like yourself can only do and handle so much

so ofc many times than not, self care is forgotten

especially with your insane schedule

6am-12pm classes

3 hour rehearsals with your coach

learning new ribbon dance routines, choosing new unitards

an hour to soak in the tub to relieve your body and another to clean your dorm and catch up on homework

and then finally it was 11pm and time to grab your tablet with all your recorded lectures and bounce to the resident assistant office to get your work done and patrol the suite every hour until 4am

then finally back to your dorm to get 2 hours-or maybe no hours of sleep, depending on just how exhausted you felt that day and how much more you had to do

and so Jeonghan’s concerns were definitely valid

‘I promise, the RA position ends next week. I just needed some extra cash and i don’t mind turning in my assignments early because of it.’

‘And you won’t stay up all night completing those papers after this month ends? hA! like I haven’t known you for almost 4 years, y/n. listen to me. we’re going to graduate soon. I’m not saying you shouldn’t work hard, but you’re so close to the end, take a break sometimes? please?’

‘plus you seem more absent-minded these days…is anything on your mind I can help with?’

y o u, you immediately think

help me figure out my feelings for you…

‘Not a lot, just trying to prepare for my first performance…and figure out some things..’

‘You just finished doing that last week.. you bothered me about it the entire week and were so relieved when it was over..”

Ooh  c r a p

“There’s something else, huh?”

He was peering down at you, annoying you with his prying and scaring you, you weren’t ready to say anything about this yet

Not to mention your heart was pounding like a sledgehammer in your chest and you could barely brea-

“Y/n. when was there ever something you wouldn’t tell me?”

His tone deep and words short, you knew he was hurt

Guilt pressed up against your ribs, past the butterflies, and pushed your lip out from your teeth, searching for the words to say

“Hannie, I’m sorry wait-”

Unwillingly let you drag him back toward the small living area

He shifted his weight and looked at the floor

"I know you value trust, and because of you, I've become sensitive to trusting people easily as well, but we've gotten so close, and it makes me feel hurt to think that you're possibly hiding something from me..."

but I can't possibly tell you...

the silence in the room made the air taste stale

"You're really not going to tell me, Y/N-ah?"

How could I tell you when it's YOu omg-

you gripped your hair in a mini frenzy

"What do you mean it's ME?" 

"I...meant to think that..." 

"Well, I heard it." 

"Well erASE IT!" 

you frowned and covered his ears with your small hands, making him giggle in the soft, endearing way that he does

"I don't wanna laugh, I'm upset at you." 

he pouted and crossed his arms, his eyes glowing and sparkling in the evening light, his mischievous glint ironically highlighted

"I want to tell you I like you, but we're best friends, Jeonghan, how..." 

his face dropped and it was at that moment you knew y o u  s c r e w e d  u p 

he took down your hands and smiled softly 

"Did you really think I couldn't hear through your little fingers, Y/N?"    

he tugged you close and smiled

"I wanted to confess first, I'm still upset at you."

"oH my goodness, Jeonghan, you're such a baby."

he pecked your lips and your little dorm began to spin

"But I'm Y/N's baby." 

he said, in the softest, most cringey-baby agyeo voice  🙄

You cupped your best-boyfriend's cheeks, smiling at his puppy-dog eyes and knowing you might want to kill him, but he was the best one to go on this journey with.

[shruggingcutely]

Happy Birthday, You!

You and Chika make out and it doesn’t quite work. Also, Riko is there and they play Monster Hunter

Word count: 2k-ish

Rating: A bra comes off, but it’s mostly just kissing and talking and get a girlfriend, Riko

The air in Chika's room could have crushed two whole Rubies. You and Riko stared at Chika, face obscured by shadows, while they waited for the results. Had their hard work paid off? Was it for naught?

Chika cautiously opened an eye and glimpsed at the screen. Her face lit up.

“Plate! I got one! I finally got one!”

You and Riko sighed. They'd been farming this monster for a good three hours for the one drop Chika had still needed. Both of them already had like three, but they couldn't trade even though they didn't need it themselves. Now Chika could finish her armor set with the built-in skills she'd been searching for the entire game. They could fight other monsters again and… stock up on bugs and honey and antidotes.

Riko checked her phone. “Ah, it's so late! I should get going!” She grabbed her bag and got up. Snack crumbs rained to the floor (Chika's fault). “See you tomorrow, okay? Don't stay up until morning, Chika.” It wasn't even midnight yet.

“Eeehhh?! But I wanna chat with You~!”

Riko giggled. “Good night, Chika.” In a gentler voice she added, “Good night, You.”

You kind of grinned a bit too much and felt bad about it. “Yeah, good night!” She loved hanging out with Riko, but right now she was so relieved Riko was leaving.

Riko made her exit and about a minute later they heard her footsteps outside. You closed the window. Time for some peace and quiet, by which she meant absolutely no peace and quiet because she was alone with Chika.

“Hey, Chika, wanna finish with an arena quest?”

She'd already switched off the game, though. “Riko would get mad at us. And…” Chika offered You a playfully bashful glance. “You were waiting for us to be alone, right…?”

“U-uh, yeah…” She sat down next to Chika. They'd been dating for a while now and every time they had a moment to themselves they ended up all over each other. But chastely. Maybe a boob was touched. It hadn't really changed much from before, which made it comfortable, but…when You's mind wandered… “You caught me.”

Chika rested her head on You's shoulder. Softly, she said, “Should we ask Riko to give us more alone time?”

You shook her head. “No, I think it's fine the way it is right now.” No question Riko would understand, but the thought of pushing Riko away, especially when she lived next to Chika and so was already nearby the whole day, made You's stomach hurt. She kissed Chika's temple. “We'll just have to make the most of the time we do have.”

“Mmh.” Chika hugged You's left arm and kissed her on the chin.

You leaned downward and their lips met. Chika's kisses didn't make You's heart race, but calmed her instead. Chika was like home. When she smiled during a kiss, You couldn't help but do the same. Sticking to this could be enough for them. They didn't need to go any further, even if that thought had its charm.

Chika lowered her gaze. “You, um… You mentioned you wanted to try more things together, right? Like… more touching?”

You clenched her first in gratitude. No way she was gonna refuse. “If you want to, yeah.”

Chika tightened her grasp on You's arm. Her softness, all over her, made You's face glow. “Yeah, I…” She giggled. “I like when you touch me. You're always so gentle and sweet.”

You swallowed, and pulled Chika up. They sat on the bed, more on than next to each other.

“Hey, can I be a little selfish?” Chika asked.

“Of course.”

Chika's lips wriggled for a moment before she spoke. “Could you take off your clothes?”

They were going for it, huh? “Y-yeah, sure.” You turned away a bit and slipped out of her pajama top. In the corner of her eye Chika unbuttoned hers. A little extremely distracting. You tried to ignore Chika's gaze on her and tossed her shorts on the floor. Chika's pajamas followed.

Her blood pumping, You turned back around to take all of Chika in, but was caught in a hug instead. Feeling Chika's skin on hers, warm and soft and real, gave You goosebumps. Chika clearly knew. She was the same, though.

Chika loosened her embrace and, with her arms crossed behind You's head, gazed deeply into You's eyes. A giggle escaped through her nose. “I love you~” She kissed You's cheek.

“I love you too.” They almost grinned too much to kiss. Chika gave her a tiny lick, which she'd noticed You liked, then did it again and again. That wasn't going to stop You, though. While her arm moved to Chika's back and pulled her closer, You nipped Chika's lips, but because Chika had just stuck out her tongue, You ended up sucking on its tip for a brief moment.

Chika shuddered, still all smiles. “That was so weird.”

“Yeah…” She didn't mind, though. You's free hand slid down Chika's shoulder and found its way to her boobs. She gave it the slightest squeeze through the fabric of Chika's bra (white, a red flower pattern, very cute). “How's this?”

“Can't tell yet~” Her fingers played with the locks on the back of You's head. You loved the ticklish feeling of Chika's fingers in her hair and on her scalp.

“Should I take it off?” You asked.

Chika paused for a moment. Pondering her answer, she looked down, except You could tell Chika was just staring at You's boobs. Her face flush, Chika met You's gaze. “Yeah.”

You made quick work of it and helped Chika slip out. She kissed Chika painfully slowly and half an eternity later dared to let her gaze wander. She almost teared up. “You're so pretty.”

“L-look who's talking…” Chika pulled You closer. Between kisses Chika managed to whisper, “You, please touch me.”

She wasn't going to make Chika wait. You's hand slid up Chika's waist, her ribcage, until she felt the familiar softness of Chika's boobs. While her other hand grabbed Chika's hips, as if she were ever going to move away, You checked Chika's reaction to her every touch. Holding her like this made Chika smile, squeezing gently earned a soft sigh, running fingers over her skin tightened Chika's embrace.

You made sure to get a good look of Chika's face and brushed a careful fingertip against Chika's nipple. Chika shut her eyes and held her breath.

“Chika, relax,” You said. Chika nodded, and You waited a bit before trying again. When You touched her, Chika hid her face in the crook of You's neck. The slightest contact made her tense up. You wasn't used to such reactions from Chika. “How are you feeling?”

Chika took deep breaths and looked at You. “I, I don't like this.”

That wasn't what she'd wanted to hear. You tried to keep the lump from filling her throat. Was she hurting Chika? “Wh-what exactly?”

“When you touch me… there, it's… it's too much. It's scary, You.”

“O-oh.” Making sure to avoid any sensitive spots, You rubbed Chika's upper arms, now a little cold to the touch. “Um. Wanna stop?” You immediately needed to kick herself for putting it like usual; she didn't want to egg Chika on, but hear her honest opinion.  

Chika lowered her head. “Yeah… Thanks, You.”

“For what?” You ruffled Chika's hair and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. This would help, right? Chika's fragile voice was breaking You's heart and she couldn't take it much longer.

“For being so nice.”

“Why wouldn't I be? I love you. It wouldn't make me happy if you just went along for my sake.” You pulled Chika on her side and snuggled up. Chika shivered. “Chika, I love you.”

Chika shook her head, then, very obviously, forced a smile. “Well, we can always try again.”

Something wasn't right and You felt like she got punched. Was Chika blaming herself? Did she regret it? “Chika… You're right, we can try again whenever we want to. We can take our time together and try different things and we'll find something that you like, okay? Even if we only ever kiss, I'm already more than happy enough right now.” Tearing up at Chika's discomfort, You grabbed Chika's hand, which squeezed back. “Maybe we were just too excited today. Maybe we need to get used to it. Okay? So… please don't feel like you've let me down or something.” You was losing her own confidence now, too. She hated this, she'd never wanted to make Chika feel like this. You kissed her and Chika's eyes regained a bit of their sparkle. “I meant what I said. I love you, Chika. So… Okay?”

Chika buried her face in You's chest, which dampened from her tears. You caught a few mumbled thank-yous and I-love-yous, but mostly Chika just cried. It still hurt to see Chika like this, but at least she was slowly getting better.

When Chika had calmed down, You planted kisses on her forehead and returned her bra – Chika didn't like sleeping without one. She helped Chika put it on. “We're in this together, Chika. Don't feel bad by yourself, okay? You can always talk to me. I'm your girlfriend.”

Chika kissed her, with either caution or exhaustion, and intertwined her fingers with You's. “Thanks. You know, um, I want to try lots of different things with you. Not just… this. I want to shine with you, wherever we go. With our friends, and when it's just the two of us. It has to be with you. I, I love you so much, so… I wanna give it another try some time, if that's okay with you.”

You pulled Chika close and stroked her hair. She felt like she could breathe again. As long as she was together with Chika, they could handle everything. “Let's get some sleep, okay? Tomorrow I'll kiss you lots more.”

Chika giggled and finally relaxed in You's arms.

You closed the inn's door behind her and inhaled deeply. She loved the sound of this door – it reminded her of her childhood with Chika and her sisters. The morning air felt cool on her skin. Birds chirped all around her. She'd only planned to stretch for a bit, but maybe she'd go for a jog. She needed tell Chika first, though.

A familiar figure walked up from next door. “Good morning, You,” Riko said. She smiled, but she was also fidgeting like she struggled to say something difficult.

“Good morning! Wanna join me on my morning run?”

“A-ah, no, I'm good, thanks… So, uh…” Glancing off to the side, Riko tried to hide her grin and failed horribly. “Did you… have a good night…”

It took a moment to register, then You burst out laughing.

“H-huh? I thought… You looked so… Ummm…!”

“Riko, you really need to get yourself a girlfriend,” You said and poked Riko's shoulder.

“Wha… hey! I, I'm working on it! Okay! …Kind of…”

“Speaking of girlfriend,” Chika added before hugging You from behind, “don't run off when breakfast is already done! Geez!” You hadn't even noticed the door opening.

“Haha, sorry, Chika, it's so nice outside today. Riko, wanna join us?”

Riko looked back and forth between them. She graced them with the smile of a holy mother blessing her children. “Sorry, I'm actually meeting someone in a bit.” She gave them both a hug and answered their questioning looks with “I am working on it.”

“What is she working on?” Chika asked when Riko was out of sight.

You kissed Chika just long enough to make her want more, which was very short. “This.”

Blushing, Chika grabbed You's hand and pulled her back to the inn. “When we've had breakfast… maybe we could also work on it…”

[baekberrie]

P L A Y B O Y  (Chanyeol x Reader) Part 8

pairing: Chanyeol x reader

Previous - Next

“Let’s go Y/n..” Baekhyun said seriously and took your hand in his, holding it protectively.

You couldn’t help the throbbing pain take over your heart. Staring blankly at the playboy you couldn’t move, you just wanted him to see you standing there. You hoped that he would turn to you and explain… But that was just stupid, what was there to explain? Nothing! He was a playboy and he kissed you not because he liked you..Because he wanted to.

But why did you kiss back? When all you can do is hate what he does.

You let out a frustrated sigh, not wanting to admitt that you had becomed one of the many girls he’s probably throw away without a single crumb of care.

You could feel your eyes slightly well up with small tears, but you didn’t want to cry, cause it would be a waste of tears crying because of him…

“I hate you… I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!” You almost yelled, forgetting Baekhyun’s precense right beside you. He looked at you,  big eyes, with a startled expression.

“Y/n… Calm down..” He said, softly yet his voice trembled with confusion and fear. Realising what you had done you started mumbling quiet apologies. “I’m sorry Baekhyun I don’t know what’s into me today… I didn’t mean to yell, you think I’m weird now right? And-”

“Y/n.” He called shortly and seriously , making you stop talking. You looked up at him with a confused expression.

“Let’s go home.” He said and squeezed your hand whom he had been holding this whole time.

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing did. You had no idea of what to say, so you closed it again and just nodded I’m agreement.

The way home Baekhyun was unexpectedly quite, it worried you a bit. Baekhyun was not the type to be that quiet without having a grin playing on his face. His face was now emotionless.

You felt the urge to ask him but something made it hard for you… There was something stopping you from doing it.

When you were halfways there you stopped in your tracks and Baekhyun turned to look at you confused. You had stopped in front of the place the two of you had bought ice cream the first time out.

Taking a deep sigh you decided to ask him concretely.

“Baekhyun what’s wrong?” He looked surprised about your question, he didn’t expect you to notice.

He lightly scratched the back of his head and sighed.

“Wait here a minute okay?” Baekhyun urged and ran towards the shop before you could say anything.

“What’s wrong with him I’m getting worried..” you shook you head, talking to yourself.

In some minutes Baekhyun was back, he crouched a bit and leaned his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He was breathing out like crazy like  he had been running a marathon. When  he looked up at you his cheeks were slightly flushed. Baekhyun gave you a wide grin, seeing him smile at you made you feel the relief wash over you in an instant.  And it was contagious so you smiled too. “Nothings wrong.” He smiled. You lifted an eyebrow at him, still a bit suspicious. “Are you sure..?” He answered with a playful grin. That’s when your worry became less, but you didn’t buy it fully. You knew something was hiding behind the smile. But you knew he’d not want to talk about it.

As the two of you reached your apartment, Baekhyun turned to face you. “Well I guess this what it for today.” He smiled fondly at you. “Yea.. I really gotta thank you for always doing so much for me and-” you started but couldn’t continue as your face met his chest. You felt his arms embrace you tightly and protectively. “Baek what-” “No need to thank me Y/n.. I’d do just anything to see your smile, cause it hurts to see your sad expression.” He said softly and tightened the grip around you. The sincerity in his voice was clear, he really meant it. You remained speech less, nobody had made you feel this special, you never felt like you mattered so much to someone till now. Not even Jay had told you similar things, in the end you wondered if he even loved you.

Your heartbeat went faster as you hugged back, placing your hands around his neck, giving the chance to his arms to lace themselves around your waist. You could feel him buring his face in your neck as he breathed against your cold skin.

While feeling something on your purse you frowned and loosened the hug to look his face. “Are you robbing me?” You asked cocking an eyebrow, he frowned back. “Um..No?” You glanced at the purse and saw it was closed, you let out out a chuckle and looked back at him. “I must be crazy!” He smiled back and just pushed you back into the tight embrace.

Baekhyun’s smell was something addicting, the sweet scent had a sour contrast of lemon and you just loved it.

As you bid goodbye you enter the apartment with a sigh. “What a day.” You said to yourself with a smile as you thought about Baekhyun’s honest words.

Just some minutes later your phone buzzed with a notification. Picking it up you see it’s a message from Baekhyun. You grinned feeling your heart skip a beat, and it felt right.

“ Let’s do this next week also! ;)” - Baekhyun.

You: “I’d love to!”

“ Let’s go friday then! Five o'clock, don’t forget! ;) - Baekhyun.

"Sure :D I won’t forget silly!

~Friday~

*Normal P.O.V*

The last class for today was just as boring as the other lessons, and very long . Everytime you’d do your job for what felt like many minutes straight, you’d  look at the clock to see that only five minutes had passed. Your mouth  would always let out a big sigh as you turn your face to your exercise book again. Every minute felt like an hour on history class. How could that be possible?

When the class was finally over, after what felt like years, the teacher put down her glasses.

"Okay everyone! You can all go  but  Y/n and Chanyeol you two stay here a sec..” She declared as everyone stood up from their desks and left the classroom, you and Chanyeol walked up to the teacher while waiting for the class to be empty.

Baekhyun gave a light punch on your shoulder. You glanced at him with a cocked eyebrow while he just smirked.

“What?” You said lowly.

“Rebel!” He whispered and ran away, you were just on your way to chase him but Mrs Lee stopped you.

“Mrs. Y/n, where are you going?”

“Oh, um… Absolutely nowhere..” You covered up while dusting your skirt, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Mrs. Lee just shook her head.

“Anyways… Let’s get to the point. Y/n I saw you with someone else at the time you were supposed to be studying at Chanyeol’s place yesterday, am I wrong?”

Your heartbeat increased with fear as you felt the cold sweat form on your forehead, and slowly making its way down your temples.

“Um I… yeah I-” “We’re sorry ssaem! We both had plans with someone and decided to skip for that day, we promise it won’t happen again!” Chancellor covered up with a bow. You bowed as well hoping that the teacher would buy it.

“Fine. But I want the two of you to do it today instead, understood?  Y/n your grades are in trouble, I warn you.”

“Yes Mrs. Lee!” You said firmly and she nodded in approval.

The way to Chanyeol’s apartment was quite, none of you said anything. It had never been this awkward between the two of you.

Chanyeol opened the door of the apartment and let you go in first. “Ladies first~” he sang making a faint grin play on the corner of your lips.

“I have to go before five cause I have a meeting…” you informed but he just ignored you, you felt a bit embarrassed but shook the feeling off. “Tch why did I even say that, you don’t care.” You murmured darkly to yourself as you followed him to his room where you’d usually study.

You sat down near the table in the center of the room and placed your purse next to you. You opened it and placed the necessary things on the table.

As he sat next you there was only thick silence in the air. None of you talked, or did what you were supposed to. The only sound you could hear was the slow tick of the clock on the wall.

You sighed and decided to talk, and ask something you had been thinking about much recently.

“Why did you kiss me?” The question went out bold and Chanyeol had a speech less face, totally not prepared for that kind of question.

He looked at his own hands, unsure of what to say. He didn’t really know himself. He just did that. But you were an exception from all of the other girls he played. Yet he did that. For the first time Chanyeol felt confused about his feelings.

“Why did you kiss me?” You repeated, your voice slightly trembled.

“I don’t know, honestly. I didn’t really think, I was carried away by the area, I felt broken, I had just met my ex and I felt frustrated.”

“Oh so you just take it out by kissing me? Like do you know how much I’ve been thinking about that and it didn’t mean nothing, and- gosh I’m so naive!” You rabbled fastly and Chanyeol sighed.

“I’m sorry okay? To be honest you are the last girl I’d just want to kiss.” He said with a frustrated tone in his voice. Your shoulders dropped at the answer.

“Excuse me what? Wow I feel horrible now..” “That’s not how I meant!” He urged. “Yea right and how did you mean it then?  I can understand you felt like that but don’t take it out on people. It hurts them a lot!” You raged not even giving him the time to explain.

“Listen Y/n, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that. You’re the last girl I’d kiss because there’s something that makes me care about your feelings, I know it sounds strange. But it feels like you have experienced the same pain as I have. And I don’t want to make you feel that same pain. I’m sorry I kissed you, that didn’t mean anything.” He explained, you still didn’t understand all of it.

You couldn’t help but feel hurt. “Do you think it’s okay to break other girls heart, and spare one of them? That you hurted anyway? ” you said with a trembling voice as a tear build up in the corner of your eye. He bit his lower lip and reached his hand to your face.

“Don’t cry… please, I’m sorry..I regret every girl I play. But I can’t stop. I’m trying but it’s hard,do you understand? ”

You nodded slightly, and looked at him in the eyes. Everytime he’d touch you, you’d forget all of the bad he did. And you’d just let him do anything. Your body wouldn’t respond your mind.

He leaned his face closer to yours, while still looking you deep in the eyes. “You’re beautiful.. Let me mean this..” he said in a low whisper before brushing his lips delicately on yours as a start. Then he locked yours between his, kissing you softly, trying to show you he meant everything he said before. You couldn’t move. You didn’t kiss back, but you closed your eyes at his touch.

Your mind was somewhere else. You heard the phone vibrate against the table you carefully left Chanyeol’s lips to look what it was but he stopped you and covered your phone with his hand and pulled it on his side of the table. “Let the phone be..” he whispered lowly  against your lips before devouring them softly. Your mind whom was fighting against him finally gave up and you kissed back, capturing his lips between yours pulling a bit. You could feel him smirk against your lips, before using his tongue to lovingly ask for entrance, brushing it against your lower lip. Your lips trembled against his and he took the opportunity to give in. The kiss definitely filled with love and not lust. As he leaned closer, deepening the kiss you stumbled backwards, unintentionally hitting your purse, making the stuff inside of it fall out. You got distracted and end the kiss to look behind you. “Oh no..” you whispered watching your stuff scattered on the floor. You frowned noticing something different. You picked up a blue rose that had fallen out of your bag. There was a little note attached to it, it said: “Gentle mens buy flowers ;)” Your heart exploded with panic as you looked at the clock showing 17:40. You bit your lips. “Oh no what have I done?! Baekhyun!  I was supposed to meet Baekhyun!” You exclaimed as you took the phone and saw lots of missed calls and messages.

“Maybe you forgot, but I’ll wait for you anyways.” -Baekhyun.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OKAY FIRST OF ALL SORRY FOR MAKING YOU GUYS WAIT SO LONG💔 I HAD LOTS TO DO, BUT I HOPE U ENJOYED THIS UPDATE💙 leave your lovely comments as always and I have a question to y'all: who do you want reader to end up with? ;) SATY TUNED LOVE U💙

[caj-wind]

Tara Country

His tickets:

Coalby to Watertown

DN&SF       Denver, Nebraska and Sioux Falls

Watertown to Minneapolis

CMSP&P   Chicago Milwaukee St. Paul & Pacific

Minneapolis to Chicago

C&NW        Chicago and North Western

Chicago to Cincinnati

C&O           Chesapeake and Ohio

Cincinnati to Knoxville

L&N Louisville and Nashville

Knoxville to Sommersville

SOU            Southern

On the DN&SF - Denver, Nebraska and Sioux Falls

 He had been restless in Coalby and was uncomfortable leaving.  What had gone wrong?  Or had it gone wrong?

On the CMSP&P - Chicago, Milwaukie, St. Paul & Pacific

The mainliner was more like it:  Pullmans, a dining car, a club car and observation car.  And he had a reservation.  He tossed his bag under his assigned seat and looked around.  There wasn't going to be any action in this car.  The action, if there was any action on this train, was going to be back in the club car and he worked his way through the swaying Pullmans.  A floating game of boysandgirls was in the preliminaries. Who is who?  Who was who?  Who has who?

Who is who?  Names had to be applied to faces.  Who was who?  There was an unpublished pecking order and without published credentials the individual players where stuck with establishing a personal identity.  Who has who?  There may have been a couple of false starts but for the moment there were no obvious commitments, no someone possessed another someone.

There was a vacant seat beside a girl, he waited for her to look up at him and smile.

"Rose Ann."  Rose Ann.  Rose is a rose is a rose, her name described her.

"Donald."  She appraised him more carefully than she had before.

"Donald, Donny?  Which do they call you, Donald or Donny?"

"Donald?"

"Why, why Donald?"

"I don't know, it was one day, it was a long time ago.  I decided I wanted to be Donald, it was my name, Donny wasn't."

"I don't know which I like best.  Donny is sort of sing-song, musical, like a wavy line. Donald seems to have sharp, square corners.  What does your mother call you?"

"Donald."

"She has always called you Donald?"

"No, she used to call me Donny."

"But, she doesn't now?"

"No."

"How did you get along with her when you were home?"

How did this girl, Rose Ann?, how did she know he had been back home, back to Coalby, back to see his mother?

"Now, just now?"

"Yes."

"Fine, I guess, well, things were sort of strained."  She looked at him, them beyond him, then back at him.

"Do you ever think she might worry about you?"

"I can take care of myself.  I don't know why she should worry."

"But, you worry about her?"

"Hell, yes, she has it pretty rough."

Rose Ann heard his answer, but was again looking past him and he turned to see what had caught her attention.  The window tossed back their reflections, his looking out the window, hers looking over his shoulder.  There were, he had never seen them before, fire flies, real fire flies, millions of them and they were flying in the ditch beside the railroad tracks.

"But, you don't see the difference?"

"What difference, what is the difference?"

"She has no control over your life."

"I think she has.  I don't do anything she can't accept."

"I don't mean that, I mean something could happen to you."

"Something could happen to her."

"Its not the same.  You know all the things that could happen to her.  You know that in a little town there would be someone who could help her or take care of her. "

"Well, yes, I guess."

"But, you say, you say you tell her you can take care of yourself."

"I can."

"She isn't sure of that.  Oh, you can buy a car, get drunk, chase girls, send out the laundry, you can do all of that.  But when a mother's son leaves a little town the worry in her mind is, who is going to take care of him?"

"But it is not just me, we all have to leave."

"Yes, and all mothers have to sit home and wait and worry."

"You sound annoyed."

"I am, it’s so damned selfish.  Really, you can run around and have a good time.  You can pretend you feel sorry for yourself. You can think your part is tough. Your mother has it tough.  Do you pray for her?"

Another religious freak?  "No."

"Do you pray for yourself?"

An acolyte looking for a convert? "No."

"Why not?"

"All this praying.  Someone goes out and does something stupid, does something dumb, gets into a situation and then prays to get out.  When I get into something I only blame me.  It is up to me to get me out."

"You are self centered.  Do you pray for anyone, anything, ever?"

"Down on my knees?  No, not that way.  Not like you. In my own way I do. Yes."  He could feel some of the tension between them, some of her annoyance with him, was beginning to ease."

"What is your way?"

"You have a book, a whole book of instructions, a book you believe, a book you understand, a book I don't understand."

"But, it is the Book."

"For you, yes.  For me, no, it is a myth that was written fifteen hundred years ago. four hundred years after the fact."

"Then you don't believe?"

"Verbatim?  No, but, take a myth back far enough and there is a hint that the myth was based on a fact."

"What do you believe in?"

"What I don't understand."

"What do you don't understand?"

"See those fire flies?  How do they blink?  Why do they blink?"

"They blink, it’s got something to do with phosphorous.  They blink to attract a mate."

"O.K., but why?  Why?  This is my point.  Why? Why does phosphorous make them blink? Why?  Why does the blinking make them sexy?  You get into a round of why?, because.  Why?, because.  You can't get out of that round and round.  You see, you believe, but you don't understand the big why."

"I guess I don't understand."

"That is the point."

On the C&NW

The boysandgirls game made the change in St. Paul from the CMSP&P club car to the C&NW club car almost intact. While the game had been for 'fun' on the CMSP&P it was turning into a game of for 'keeps' on the C&NW. It was shaping up, like these games always did, with the campus queen and the big man on campus pairing off and leaving the cortege to work out a pecking order and a pairing off to the lesser endowed. Her name was Kay, probably Catherine and his was Vince, probably Vincent and the game was changed to Kay's and Vince's party.

"I know someone at the Palmer House."

Maybe Vince did.  It was in Chicago and it was big and the Palmer House had a big name and there was an afternoon to kill between trains.  Chicago was big.  So was Los Angeles, but Chicago's downtown seemed to be a series of steam-heated, traffic-jammed, concrete canyons.  The desk clerk in the Palmer House looked at him, framed half an unasked question and spun the Cardex.

"Nine sixteen, the elevators are to your right, to your right."

He would have gone the wrong way if the clerk hadn't pointed.

"Floor?"

"What?"

"Which floor, please."

"Nine sixteen, nine I guess."

He knew about elevators, move to the back and face the door."

"This is nine."

"Thank you."

Which way?  An arrow pointed that way, nine sixteen was that way.  There was no clamor, there were no party noises coming from behind the door.

"Its open."

She turned away from the window and looked at him. He thought her name was Madge, but he wasn't sure.  She studied him.

"Donny?"  There was no point in making a point of that.

She studied him for another moment and turned back to the window.  "Where is the party?  Where are Vince and Kay?"

"They will be back."  She tossed her answer over her shoulder.

The boysandgirls game died when the C&NW pulled into the station.  The Vince and Kay party was busy falling on it face.  If Madge and Donald were castaways on the same desert island they might, it was remotely possible, they might work out something in common.

"I'll be back."

MacArthur had said,"I shall return." with greater conviction.

Madge, or whatever her name was, did not turn around. So much for Chicago and the game and the party and Madge.  He wasn't sore at her and she probably didn't think enough about him to be sore at him.  There were the Madges of this world and there were the Rose Anns.

Would there be a club car and a boysandgirls game and a Rose Ann on the L&N to Cincinnati?  There wasn't.  He was hungry and he was tired and he would be in Cincinnati in the morning.  When in Rome... .  When in Cincinnati?  When in Cincinnati, if there is nothing else to do, be a tourist.  There was nothing else to do.  What did tourists do?  Tourists checked their bags into the L&N baggage room, went to the news stand and bought a city map, went to Woolworth's and bought a cup of coffee and spread out the map on the counter.  For the rest of the morning and for the afternoon he would be a tourist.

Rome has seven hills.  Rome has fountains.  Rome has history.  Rome has baths.  Cincinnati was a city when most of the cities west of the Mississippi were army posts or indian villages.  Cincinnati had three hills and on one of them was the University of Cincinnati.  A street car grinding past the L&N station was going to go up one of the hills to the university.  The conductor waved him aboard.  

He sat at a table in the courtyard of the Student Union and let a wave of sensations wash over him.  The noise from downtown was remote and mixed with campus noises.  It was cooler here.  Sprinklers splashed up the sweet smell of wet grass, a smell like fresh cut hay.  Bees sang one note bee songs in the flowers. A single sparrow was scolding about the few crumbs left from the sandwich.  A soft wind teased the campus flag.  A second wave washed his mind clear of the last of the past year's clutter. For that moment he wasn't 2nd Lt. Craft, Donald Elgin.  It was as though he didn't have a name.  The noises from the cafeteria seemed to grow louder.  He felt as though he was a part of that sound, a part of the campus sounds. When and if.  It was the bittersweet game of 'when and if'.  When it was over, if it was ever over.  When his uniforms were packed in the bottom of the foot locker.  When. When the collar brass and the ornament and the wings were tossed into a cigar box.  If.  If he was was not too old, he would like to go to UCLA, or come back to a college like this university, the University of Cincinnati.  Back to college, he would be older and wiser.  Maybe.  But, there wouldn't be the rush and the pressure.  There would be a time to read, to think, to live.  There would come a time when he would be out from under the shadow of tomorrow.  There would be men he could like.  Even now he thought of Dave and missed Dave.  There would be girls, or a girl, a Virginia, or a Lillian, or a Beth, even a Rose Ann.  There would be a time when they could walk together, hold hands, talk together, sing together and feel that they were alive, oh, so, very much alive together.

2nd. Lt Craft, Donald Elgin left Donald Elgin Craft sitting at a table in the courtyard of the student cafeteria at the University of Cincinnati and caught the same street car back down the hill to the L&N station.

On the L&N

Tonight in the dining car on the L&N, tomorrow on the Southern and tomorrow night he would be in Sommersville.  Back to, like they sang in Stage Door Canteen, 'back to the Army routine'.  

"That is twice you have done that."  A man seated across from him was wearing a wilted seersucker suit and a limp white shirt.  Two attempts at conversation had ended mid-word and a wall of calculated indifference grew between them until the man cleared his throat and said something.

"What?  I'm sorry, I didn't understand."

"That is twice you have done that, said, 'please and thanks' to that boy."  That boy was their waiter and he looked like the picture of the man on a package of Cream of Wheat, without a chef's hat.  His waiter’s jacket could have been an advertisement for Stayley's, his smile was an ad for Pepsodent.  The seersucker suit attempted a withering glance and his words notched a notch deeper into the land of sorghum and grits.  He pronounced twice with a 't' on the end, twicet.

"You Yankees come down here and 'please and thank you' these colored folks and they get uppity."

This was the South?  A southern gentleman was giving a damnyankee, down here damnyankee is one word, a crash course in southern courtesies?  The wall between them doubled itself and the eyes of the Yankee and the Rebel met over the wall.  The Rebel blinked.  To hell with the southern gentleman, to hell with southern courtesy, and to hell with the southern hospitality in the dining car or in the club car on the L&M.  

He made it a point of replacing his quarter with a half dollar.

It was raining, not much of a rain, just a morning shower when the L&N pulled into Knoxville and and abandoned him to the Southern.

"The Southern to Sommersville?"

"Its on the track on the other side of the station."

On the SOU.

He had ridden trains, locals and mainliners, the diesel dinky, day coaches, Pullmans, troop trains.  The Southern day coach was not the, "Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer", Chattanooga choo choo.  A seat?  The interior of the car was a sardine can full of of sweating, swearing, bawling, brawling humanity.  If he shuffled around he might find a place to stand.  

His bag?   He tossed his bag on the top of a dozen others.

Craft, you shut up. You have got eight hours in this coach and things aren't going to get any better.  The little engine that could was doing its best to inch the Southern up into the Great Smokies.  Its click-clack became a click-pause-clack until it crossed the Applachain Trail. The shower that met him in Knoxville followed the string of ancient cars.  With the windows opened to the hint of the shower washed air, with his mind set in numb detent, and by riding in the vestibule with the upper half door open, the trip was almost pleasant.

After the little engine that could, finally did, and crossed the Trail it belched a few clouds of black smoke, kicked up dust and cinders and ran down into the cotton fields.  This was Gone With The Wind country with dirt roads, with one and two mule wagons, with hemp tow sacks heavy with picked cotton being dragged between the rows of stark white plants standing in the rich, black earth.  

A farm wagon, pulled by a pair of tired mules, waited at the crossing.  The faded mansion at the end of the dirt road, was that Tara?

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn" Wasn't that what Rhett said at the end of Gone with the Wind?  Donald Craft didn't give a damn either.

By the time the Southern reached Sommersville the intermittent showers had turned into a soft rain.  He felt cruddy and beat.  The trip and the days from Apache Wells to Sommersville had been one hell of an experience.