#sorry if this is worded weird i’m like half asleep rn

[codgod]

i still feel like the money from the egg figures is gonna go to the eggmins, including lumi and shade and anyone else that has left/been fired [maybe with the exception of like, flippa and tilín’s original admins since they were only there for less than a month but who knows]

like i agree that the way quackity is going about things sucks, with his mindset being that because he doesn’t want to make promises he can’t keep he won’t say anything at all, but i don’t think it means the eggmins won’t be paid. i’d assume, based on what he’s said, that he’s waiting to see how much money the merch makes before he promises anyone any amount of money. which again. is dumb, because if that is the case he could still just Say That. but i don’t think it’s a baseless assumption at the very least

[bluehwale]

I loved that unconventional meeting post could you maybe do a post where they realize that after meeting you for the first time that they might have a crush on you ?

ateez realizing they have a crush on you!

part 2 to unconventional first encounters with ateez (please read this first!)

pairing. ateez x reader (specifically f! reader for seonghwa & jongho)

genre. fluff, humor, teeny tiny angst if you squint

warning(s). injuries, drinking, mint choco ice cream slander, some of the endings are half-assed im sorry

word count. 8.1k oopsies

note. tysm for sending in this request!! and i'm so sorry it took so long to get to you </3 im an ungifted burnout kid so i write and think at a snail's pace lmao bUT i hope u enjoy this one :-D (feedbacks and reblogs are greatly appreciated! ily all muah)

masterlist

kim hongjoong

here's the thing about hongjoong

he can be really cool with his skateboard and his obscure music taste and whatnot

but

he can also be a little bit out of tune with his feelings (this is a certified testimony from his self-proclaimed best friend, wooyoung)

it's obvious from how he has heart eyes for you but wouldn't make a move

"so when are you taking yn out on a date?"

hongjoong's skateboard halts in an abrupt stop after he suddenly plants a foot on the concrete to take a look at wooyoung as if he's grown two heads. "when am i what??"

and wooyoung’s just kinda staring him down like man, you can't be serious rn,,,,,

everyone and their mothers in this skatepark probably knows that hongjoong is basically head over heels for you because

it's just that obvious!!!!

and wooyoung has to resist from pulling out all of his hair in frustration because the man in question is eyeing him as if he’s the weird one

it all started after your Incident™ (you falling on your ass and having hongjoong help you)

you started to frequent the skatepark with your best friend mingi, and hongjoong even mustered up enough courage to ask you for your number one day

and now you both text each other every day >:-D

he even got you your own skateboard

and he also taught you how to skate hehe

he's so whipped

"hongjoong!"

the boy immediately turns to the direction of your voice (he can recognize it even while asleep) and he sees you waving excitedly at him beside an unfamiliar boy with pink hair

unbeknownst to himself, hongjoong's face lights up at the sight of you and he quickly pushes his foot off the ground to skate towards you

"yn!" he hops off his board and pulls you into a hug, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair that makes him feel all warm and fuzzy before involuntarily pulling away to look at the boy with an all black get up beside you. “who’s this?”

“oh! this is seonghwa!” the boy with pink hair nods at hongjoong and gives him a friendly wave in greeting. “he’s mingi’s cousin. he’s visiting for a little while.”

“oh hello, cool skateboard!” hongjoong greets in return, gesturing to the pink skateboard by the boy's feet that contrasts his dark outfit and quiet personality, “i’m hongjoong! i hope we can be good friends!”

maybe not

hongjoong doesn’t know the reason why, but he feels this really uncomfortable sinking feeling in his chest whenever he sees you together with seonghwa

despite his pink hair, the boy looks very intimidating and it seems like he doesn’t talk to anyone except you

and whenever he’s with you, there’s a happy grin permanently etched on his face and you both just look so happy together—

“they probably like each other.”

hongjoong snaps his head to glare at wooyoung who’s munching on a pack of strawberry pocky sticks as he watches you and seonghwa before innocently looking back at hongjoong with a shrug, “what? i’m just saying.”

and hongjoong starts sulking because you know what,, wooyoung might be right :-( 

(you, wooyoung, seonghwa, and mingi actually devised a plan to act upon your crush on hongjoong) ((and wooyoung's role is the catalyst to set the plan in motion))

and you know what,,,, maybe hongjoong does have a crush on you. yeah, but just a little bit—

“oof!” wooyoung winces when he sees you land a particularly harsh fall from your skateboard that leaves you lying face first on the ground, and he scrambles to shove the remaining pocky sticks in his mouth before thrusting hongjoong’s first aid kit towards the shell-shocked owner. “dude, go! this is your chance!”

hongjoong was just zipping up his first aid kit after grabbing his can of antiseptic spray and band aids and was ready to run to you until he sees seonghwa already tending to your wounds as he sits beside you

:-( he’s a second too late

(it looks like you two are talking about something or someone as both of your eyes discreetly flicker to hongjoong (who’s too upset to notice))

what he diD notice, however, is the pack of band aids in seonghwa’s hands

and he kinda has to crouch and put his hands on his knees so that his squinted eyes can see better 

are thoSE

ARE THOSE BLACK STAR WARS BAND AIDS???

he thought cute graphic band aids were his– and only his– thing !!!!

dang it, and they look super cool too !! :-(

his own pack of pink disney princesses band aids fall to the ground as he dejectedly walks back to where wooyoung is and he slumps to the ground to place back his first aid stuff back inside the kit

looks like he won’t be needing them anymore :-(

but he still finds himself heading to where you are, and he can’t help it when he worriedly takes in your scraped elbows and knees that are covered by the black band aids. “are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m good,” you say, and hongjoong’s too distracted to notice you glancing at seonghwa who gives you an encouraging nod. you nervously twiddle your thumbs, “uhH, hongjoong, uhm. listen, do you– i MEAN, would you want to maybe grab some milkshake with me sometimes?”

“oh sure! who else is gonna be there?”

…………..

(on the other side of the park, wooyoung rips out the headpiece that taps into seonghwa’s hidden microphone and almost bashes his binoculars in frustration)

just then, hongjoong feels shivers run down his spine as he feels a pair of dark eyes glaring daggers into his back and he can feel the devil on his shoulder whisper harshly into his ear, “they’re asking you out on a date, idiot.”

(spoiler alert: it’s seonghwa)

“i was thinking maybe it could just be the two of us? you know? aHa but it’s totally fine if you don’t want to—!”

“no nO, of course !!! i’d love to!!!” hongjoong exclaims, shooting up from the ground from sheer excitement at the thought of getting milkshake with you

this is the best day of his life

“great, it’s a date then :-D OH SHIT—”

(another spoiler alert: hongjoong fainted)

park seonghwa

seonghwa can definitely see himself marrying you

but not during moments like this

"shh, don't move."

seonghwa lets out a startled noise when he's suddenly awakened by a weight on him, and he almost screams his head off until his bleary eyes slowly open to see your figure straddling his torso with what seems to be an ice cream stick (?) held in your hand while you inch closer to his face

oh! it's just you! :-D (he thought it'd be his sleep paralysis demon)

it had been your idea to buy a house and live together after he nervously got on one knee on your fifth date; which seems all too soon but it appeases both of your parents enough for them to shut up on the marriage talk, much to your and seonghwa’s relief

and after six months of living together, he's proud to declare that you're his best friend or more specifically, his soulmate :-D

which is why you both are comfortable enough to do oddly domestic things together

"baby," he rasps, voice still thick with sleep, before placing his hands on your hips to circle the skin over your nightgown with his thumbs. he lets slip an amused chuckle when he sees your furrowed brows as he holds you off from coming near him. "what are you trying to do, hm?"

"i'm waxing your brows."

seonghwa's eyes almost gouged out of their sockets

"you're what???" he snaps his head to look at the clock at the far end of the wall, all the while trying to push you off him. "why are you trying to wax my brows at… 2 in the morning??!!!!"

"no, because—" you breathlessly giggle at the panic on his face, struggling to get his grip off your wrists. "you'll thank me for this!!! trust me!"

seonghwa, mortified at the thought of you shaping his brows with only a single ambient light aiding your sight in the dark bedroom, thrashes his legs under you like a petulant child. "i'll have you know that my eyebrows get compliments all the time >:-( !!! now get off me !!"

"huh. they must be lying because you kinda look like the red angry bird, dude :-/"

∑(O_O;) !!!!

the image of the cartoon character pops up in his head; the red bird with thick furrowed brows comically pelting towards a wall of green pigs, stupefying his thoughts

his movements falter

"do- do i really.... look like an angry bird?"

"a cute angry bird," you reassure him, gently running your fingers through his hair when you see him pout after his grip on you loosen and his arms fall limply to his sides on the bed. "now, hold still okay? i'm gonna make you look super pretty!"

you dip the wooden stick into the pot of melted wax in the still plugged-in wax heater sitting on the nightstand, prepping the pink wax around the stick before leaning closer to seonghwa's face

"it's pink?" he softly asks, referring to the wax that he's only just now paying attention to, and you nod in reply

"of course! :-D it's your favorite color."

you miss the endearing blush overtaking his cheeks as you lightly slather the wax on his skin before moving to take a muslin wax strip from the pack beside you

seonghwa's hands are back on your hips (this time for his own comfort) as his wide doe eyes nervously peer up at you who's sticking the strip onto the slowly hardening wax on his skin, ready to pull

"w-will it hurt?"

"nah, you won't even feel a single thing. no need to worry :-D"

rip!

"yAAAAAOOOOOOOOwwWWwWCCcHCHHHHHCH !!!!!!! THAT HURTS !!!!!"

his head twists side to side dramatically and you have to prop your hands on his chest to regain balance on his shaking body and your own from laughing

"you said it wouldn't hurt!" he exclaims with an exaggerated pout, rubbing at the sore skin and his eyebrows furrow when you wouldn't stop laughing. "this is serious! you're hurting your future husband!"

"shut up," you playfully roll your eyes, the smile that seonghwa adores lighting up your face. "don't have to remind me that i'm stuck with your ass forever."

he grumbles, pulling the blanket to cover half of his face and hide the growing smile threatening to take over his face. "i'm calling off our engagement."

you dip the stick back in the melted wax as you hum, "you love me too much to do that."

"that's true."

this time, your cheeks grow hot as you attempt to recover from almost losing your grip on the stick, his statement having caught you off guard. he smirks at your reaction and you playfully swat his arm, earning a small ow! as you sarcastically quip, "how romantic."

you return to applying the wax on the areas of his brows that needs cleanup after your fingers forcefully drag the upturned corners of his lips downwards

"you know... i figured i'll just marry the first person my parents set me up with," he breathes, a soft smile lingering on his lips at your focused expression. "but if it hadn't been you, i'd go through– hm– i’d willingly go through 219 horrible ! horrible ! dates just so i could be with you."

"oh please," you snort, raising an eyebrow at his statement. "you'd probably end up with someone else if you went on 219 dates." 

"you're right.... who could ever resist this scrumptious, absolutely handsome face–"

"i'm gonna make sure the next strip hurts twice as much :-)"

"yN ahaha PLEASE DON'T ahahah I WAS JUST JOKING—"

jeong yunho

"tonight is your first mission."

wooyoung twirls the pointing stick in his hand before slapping it against his open palm, calmly sauntering across the leeway in front of the big whiteboard in the coworking space he rented. "today's topic will cover everything you need to know, so i need you to listen very closely."

amidst the numerous empty chairs behind the large meeting table sits an eager boy with soft brown hair, his wide eyes taking in each and every word on the board while his right hand grips a pen— ready to take notes on the very important lecture wooyoung's presenting today

"but first, a pop quiz!" wooyoung suddenly smacks his pointing stick against the board, smudging the writing that reads dealing with drunk yn 101 written in pink dry erase marker and effectively startling the poor boy from the loud noise

"a- a pop quiz?" baffled, yunho feels the grip on his high-quality japanese brand pen slip. he scrambles over the table littered with his best stationery to prepare a crisp spiderman themed loose leaf paper, "but-but i haven't even learned anything yet!"

"hush, this is to test out your prior knowledge. now, i'll begin with a case study."

jeong yunho, a widely-known overachiever, strives to be the best; especially when it comes to things for you– which is why he currently remains unblinking out of sheer focus on wanting to get his answers right

he has to get it right!!!

"you're both in a cab to go home when suddenly," wooyoung aggressively taps on the stickman drawing that poorly resembles you on the board, "drunk yn sees a claw machine on the side of the road and wants you to win a stuffed animal for them. what would you do?"

what would i do? yunho can feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he desperately racks his brain for an answer that would please the red haired boy who has an eyebrow raised and his hands on his hips

think, jeong yunho! think!

"i would... politely ask for the taxi man to stop and accompany yn to the claw machine—"

"WRONG. ddaeng !!!! man, how are you so down bad– sigh,,,,, dude," wooyoung turns to lean his forehead against the whiteboard and sighs before pulling out his wallet and moves to step out of the room. "i'm gonna extend another hour for this meeting room, brb."

turns out, nothing, not even wooyoung's 4 hour lecture, could ever prepare yunho for havoc personified

a.k.a. drunk you after a night of celebrating the end of your midterms

"noooo!!! oof-" you stumble against your dresser as you try to run away from the wide-eyed boy standing dumbfoundedly in the middle of your bedroom, your bottle of cleansing oil tightly gripped in one of his hand and your cleanser in the other

yunho rapidly shakes his head like a cartoon character to get his muddled brain back on earth when you ungracefully fall onto your carpeted floor and make no move to get up. he moves closer to gently pull you off the floor as he sighs, "you'll regret not removing your makeup when you wake up tomorrow."

"no !!!" you lift your head up at his words, your pleading eyes look close to tears and yunho panics at the sight. "i don't wanna! my eye makeup looks so pretty today!! i don't want it gone :-("

yunho had to refrain from grabbing one of your pillows and stuffing it in his mouth to muffle the scream that almost slipped out at your cuteness

he also almost screamed fuck it! and hop on the bed to cuddle you to sleep right then and there but he remembers that wooyoung would probably be disappointed in him and he also doesn't want you to be uncomfortable from the smudged makeup the next morning :-(

so he stands his ground and tries to think of something that would get your makeup off while still making you happy

"how about we take some pictures?"

and that's how you both end up having a full blown out photoshoot in your bedroom, with yunho lying down on the floor at a funny angle to take pictures of you posing on the bed with your phone while his own phone rests between his armpits (... don’t ask) to shine its flashlight for extra lighting

he can't help his own chuckles from escaping his mouth as he hears your giggles, his chest warming at the sound

after an estimate of 241 pictures taken, you're finally satisfied and allows him to help take your makeup off

"am i doing this right?" yunho nervously asks, gently rubbing the cleansing oil into your skin that slowly blends with your makeup as you dazedly nod, prompting him to take a hold of your chin to minimize your movement and causing you to giggle

"why are you laughing?" he smiles, watching your eyes crinkle as you continue to giggle softly 

"i don't know. i just really really reeeeallly like you."

he knows you're drunk and it might just be a mindless statement and yet still, he can't help but freeze as he feels his heart skip a beat

he stops massaging the oil on your face

you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him—!

“uh,, actually that’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you. i- i like you too—“

“yEah yeah, i know!” yunho feels your hand blindly slap all over his face until you finally muffle his mouth, earning a glare from the boy. “you can tell me that tomorrow. noW get back to cLeansing!!”

yunho huffs and playfully rolls his eyes at you, trying to stop himself from grinning ear to ear while inching you closer to the sink so he can rinse off the oil, “aye aye ma’am.”

“noW uhguh–” you sputter out some water that got into your mouth, earning an oops from yunho, “you have to double cleanse with tHat cleanser,” you point at the tube of cleanser on your sink, “for at least 60 seconds.”

and when he finally lathers the face wash on your skin, he actually starts counting, “one, two, three, four, five, six—”

he'd do anything for you

kang yeosang

there are two things yeosang absolutely hates in this world

number one: your job

“i have to get to work, yeo,” you chuckle, “you gotta let me go.”

the android in question is glued to your arm, refusing to let you out the door by clinging to your arm and snuggling his face into your shoulder in an attempt of convincing you to stay

“You always leave,” the blonde pouts, his eyes glistening at the thought of always being left alone from every weekday morning to wait for you to come back at night. “Why must you go to work? Can’t you just stay here?”

sometimes, you forget that your android is supposed to be a boyfriend android – which is probably why he craves your company all the time

ok you feel a bit guilty now :-(

but you’re gonna have to work because !!! unfortunately, you need money to survive !!!!

“well, unfortunately–” you struggle to untangle yourself from his grip as you try to put on your shoes, “i have to work to get money so that i can buy food to live and pay for my electricity bills that keeps your battery charged.”

he grumbles and lets out a small yelp when you successfully unlatched yourself from him, “That’s so unfair!”

you shrug as your fingers grasp the doorknob to swing your apartment door open, “mhm, it’s called capitalism. see you tonight!”

you come home from work only to find yeosang missing

just as you were about to have your second mental breakdown, you spot a lilac post it stuck to your fridge that reads I’ll be out late. Dinner’s in the fridge. :-) in perfectly aligned and neat handwriting with proper punctuation– it’s definitely yeosang

but where could he have gone to???? you don’t even know if he knows his way around the city !! omg what if he’s lost and can’t find his way back home–

you hear the sound of your front door slamming shut

“Honey, I’m home!”

you immediately rush to your entrance door, ready to reprimand him for going out until so late at night, only to pause when you see yeosang dressed in a… bright pink polo shirt… with a blue apron that covers his front… and a matching blue cap that sits atop his mop of golden hair and wait a minute is that the baskin robbins logo???

“I got a job,” he grins at you, proudly tapping on the circular logo with the initials BR that rests smack dab right above the pocket of his blue apron. “They pay me to scoop ice cream into cups for tiny humans all day! Now you won’t have to work anymore!”

he’s so proud of himself :-D

this way, you won’t be as tired and he also gets to hangout with you all day long at home !! hehe

“you know… if you have a job, that means you’re gonna have to go work everyday,,, so,, you can’t really be with me either way :-/”

his face crumples at the realization

“Do you know the number of the Baskin Robbins down the street? I’ll have to tell them that I’m quitting.”

another thing yeosang hates the most in the world is: you going on dates

“strawberry for golden boy. target located and is currently approaching the table. do you copy? over.”

yeosang can’t really remember why he agreed on showing up with a fake mustache plastered above his lips and a black fedora hiding his blonde hair in the restaurant where you are to meet the guy you’ve been talking to on tinder for days

but anything to make you happy, he guess

sitting in a few tables away from yours, yeosang nonchalantly stirs the spoon in his overpriced cup of hot chocolate as he brings the dollar store walkie talkie upon his lips, “Are the codenames really necessary?”

“…”

he sighs, “Over.”

“of course they are! we don’t want our identities compromised! wait shit he’s getting closer now, i’ll talk to you later. over and out.”

yeosang squints at the guy sitting in front of you, scanning his admittedly handsome face to quickly run a background check on him

.... for safety purposes, of course

choi jongho. born in seoul. went to seoul national university. graduated magna cum laude. is currently pursuing his masters. non-existent criminal record. does environmental volunteer work on a monthly basis. can also ?? break an apple with his bare hands ??

yeosang gulps

this guy is basically perfect

his eyes flits back to you, the sight of you laughing at something jongho said making his stomach churn

and his eyebrows furrow because ?? he’s an android ?? he doesn’t even have an actual stomach so how is he even experiencing all of these overwhelming emotions— oh.

he’s jealous

“—and did you see the way he smiled at me?” you gush excitedly all the way back home, making sure your skips are on par with yeosang’s brisk walk. “he’s adorable! we already planned second date for next week and i’m so excited—”

“52 percent.”

you pause at your tracks, turning to look at yeosang who abruptly stopped walking. “huh? what was that?”

“You’re 52% compatible with Choi Jongho.”

“oh ! i guess that’s not too shabby. although, i thought it’d be a lot higher,” you bring a finger to your chin, deep in thought

“...You’re 96% compatible with me.”

THERE he finally said it

his electric motor is probably overheating from how flustered he is but, according to his system, it’s advised to confess to the person you like instead of holding back your feelings (source: wikihow)

so, he’s doing just that

it’s a good thing that he doesn’t have sweat glands because he’s pretty sure this street would’ve been flooded by now from how nervous he is as he asks, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

you stood in front of him with your eyes comically widened, and based on your silence, he can kinda guess what’s coming next

aha, looks like he's gonna have to shut down for the next 168 hours!

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you can forget it. I just wanted to let you know—“ “sure” “—that I like you– ...I’m sorry, what?”

you chuckle at his shocked expression, “i said yes, yeosang. i’ve actually been waiting for you to ask me that.”

(you ended up having to bring yeosang in for maintenance and pay a $150 fee because yeosang literally short circuited at your answer)

choi san

san finds it kinda hilarious how you’ve become his best friend, seeing as you seem to be the complete opposite of him

“what do you mean you hate mint choco??” san gawks, both of his palms lying flat against the glass encasing the freezer lined with tubs of various ice cream flavors as he turns to you with an incredulous look. “how could you even say that?!!!!!”

unbeknownst to san, the blonde baskin robbins employee behind the cashier register scowls at him, annoyed that he’s going to have to clean the fingerprint marks left on the glass

you snort, “everyone knows that cookie dough is superior,” you stick your tongue out at him, eliciting a dramatic gasp from the dark haired boy, “mint chocolate tastes like eating toothpaste with chocolate chips anyway. big yuck.”

“that’s ridiculous!” san, the official defender of the controversial green ice cream, exclaims. “how are you even comparing an oral hygienic product to food?? that’s not fair!! they don’t even taste remotely alike !!!”

“mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night, sannie,” you yawn, purposely flapping a hand over your open mouth to annoy him and you giggle once he starts to pout

“Excuse me," the inhumanely gorgeous cashier calls, surprising both you and san out of the little bubble that seems to form whenever the two of you are together, "are you ready to order? You’re holding up the line.” the blonde says, a grim look on his face

you smile apologetically at the employee who has a blue circular sticker on his uniform that reads new hire and you move to tell him the ice cream you want

while waiting for the employee to scoop your ice cream into a cup, you grimace when you look behind you to see a long line of teary-eyed kids with their glaring parents, probably because it's taking too long to get their ice cream

oopsies

you and san immediately booked out of there after he was done paying

“as i was saying,” san pops in a spoonful of his ice cream before continuing, “mint choco doesn’t taste like toothpaste,” you open your mouth, ready to object, but san took this chance to shovel a spoon of the dessert into your mouth, making you sputter in disgust of the taste and effectively shutting you up, “it’s toothpaste that taste like mint chocolate.”

you pause your steps before turning to look at him in disbelief, “are you even hearing yourself right now?”

he said what he said okay!! and he’ll stand by it ┐( ˘ ､ ˘ )┌

“sometimes…. i wonder what goes on in your brain… because dude, that does nOt make any sense at all.”

ok no, you know what doesn’t make sense?

it doesn’t make sense how san seems to think of you 24/7

when he strolls around the park and sees a golden retriever quietly mingling? that’s you.

the smell of cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee when he steps into his university cafe? he loves it because he thinks it smells exactly like you.

someone’s music leaking through their headphones in the hallways? oh wait, you two blasted this song in his car once.

grocery shopping alone? he better grab some of those birthday cake flavored oreos for you even though he hates them because he thinks they’re too sweet.

it’s just what friends do, right?

“what are we watching tonight?”

ever since you two became friends, it’s become a tradition to hold a weekly movie night at your place

and without fail, san always uses this time to try and convert you to become a mint choco ice cream lover

this would be his 12th attempt

“can we watch inside out?” you say, already munching on your microwave popcorn as you lounge next to him on the loveseat in your living room. “i feel like crying today.”

san almost jumps out of the couch to do his little dance

because you know what they say,,,,,,,,,

when you’re sad, eat ice cream!

and he’s gonna make sure you eat some ice cream, alright!! :-D

specifically, his favorite ice cream flavor that he's got in your freezer :-D

so, in the middle of the movie, right after bing bong tragically disappears into the abyss (san still sheds a tear despite this being his twentieth time watching the film) and he hears your tell-tale sniffles, he dashes off to your fridge and grabs the pint of ice cream he brought for tonight along with two spoons before returning back to stand in front of the tv screen

“fear not!” san announces, holding the pint of ice cream above his head while the other hand that is gripping the spoons is placed on his hip. “i have just the right thing to make you feel better!”

he excitedly pries the lid of the pint open and you groan as you wipe the tears under your eyes, “san, i’m really not in the mood to have mint choco ice cream shoved into my throat today—”

you’re cut off by san almost shooting through your apartment roof as he blankly stares inside the pint, “hUH?”

he furrows his brows when instead of the mint green ice cream, he’s greeted by the thick consistency of creamy soft brown ice cream with chocolate chips

it can’t be

why did he get your favorite ice cream flavor instead of his own?????

he hates cookie dough ice cream, and he’s a hundred percent sure he got a pint of mint choco chip ice cream— wait a minute,

“woah, they’re really everywhere,” san mutters to himself while looking at the shelves as he pushes the grocery store cart, “yn would love this!”

“love what?” his roommate, mingi, pops up, dropping a pack of a party sized barbeque chips into the cart

“yn would love this grocery store,” he says, referring to the newly opened grocery store they're in as he hums, “there's every product that’s endorsed by their favorite k-pop group in here. i’d have to take them here sometime.”

“at this point just date yn already.”

san glares at his friend, blindly reaching for what he thinks is a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream with the thought of you stuck in his head, as always, “i don’t even talk about them that often !!!”

“sure you don’t.”

“is that…. cookie dough?”

“yeah, i guess— oof!” he falls to the ground when you literally jump on him

“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BEST FRIEND?!!!”

after san’s reassured you that he’s still him and not some anti-mint choco san clone, you happily eat up the pint of cookie dough ice cream throughout the rest of the movie while san tries to reflect on the new found revelation that he has a crush on you

now, whenever he looks at you, everything seems to fade away and cartoonish pink flowers would appear around you and start blooming (he also hears a soft tune that goes lalalala~ in the background)

oh, and he also thinks he’d stop eating mint chocolate chip ice cream just to appease you

his friends are right, he is a simp

song mingi

long story short… you decided to move into mingi’s 2 bedroom apartment to escape from your insufferable roommate !! :-D

it had been the boy’s idea because you two meet each other literally every single day and so he thought hey, living together doesn’t sound so bad !!! you should just move in with me!! i have a spare bedroom that’s been empty for a while !! 

and so you immediately packed your things, left your roommate gaping when she saw her previous one night stand awkwardly waving at her as he helped you load your things to his car, and never looked back 

now you’re both currently skipping down the street en route to the local farmer’s market because mingi swears that they have cheaper and fresher produce compared to any grocery store out there

you both stop at the first stall you see

“dude, check it out :O” you point at one of the corns on display, “that one totally looks like nanami :O”

he tilts his head as he tries his best to discern any similarities between the crop and your favorite jujutsu kaisen character………. only to come up with nothing

“hm. i don’t see it.”

“no, no!” you jump up and down, hands flailing everywhere as you try to gesture out corn nanami’s features. “you see! the corn hair is, well, obviously his hair, and the green jacket kinda looks like his suit don’t you think? and oh–”

to any nearing passerby, it seems like you two are a pair of excited newlyweds who were highschool sweethearts as mingi gazes at you fondly as you continue to ramble on about the corn-nanami doppelganger

which sounds totally stupid, but he doesn't mind at all

having been too entranced by whatever it was you were saying, mingi only snaps out of his fixation on you when he realized you caught on to his staring

he clears his suddenly dry throat and his eyes flick to anywhere except you. “ehm, e–EHm yeah right,, i guess he kinda looks like, uh, that corn.”

you playfully bump your side into his arm as you exclaim an “I KNOW RIGHT” and you accidentally start a bump fight when mingi starts practically shoving you back (he sometimes forget just how big he is) and you’re both just giggling at each other like stupid kids until—

“what a good-looking couple! i’ll give you two a discount! :-D”

mingi feels you freeze up against him and shake your head at lightning speed, “oh, we’re not… we’re not a—“

“how much? :-D” he interrupts, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer as he grins at the stall owner who starts cooing

meanwhile, you resist the tempting act of whacking him with your reusable tote bag

and you may be trying to tone down the heat on your cheeks bUT that’s besides the point !!!

you’re not a couple

yet

“how cute!” the stall owner squeals, and you can nearly see the dollar signs in her eyes as gullible mingi fails to see beyond her sly marketing ploy. she hums in contemplation, “hm, maybe i shouldn’t favor you two. wouldn’t be fair for the singles out there, am i right?”

you nervously chuckle, “that’s perfectly fine!” you try to push mingi to move along the market but it’s like his feet are immediately rooted to the ground once he hears compliments directed at you both. “psst mingi, move your ass— aha i’m pretty sure we still have some corn back home anyways—“

“do we really look cute together? :-D”

cue you smacking your palm against your forehead

“why of course!” the woman nods her head eagerly, “absolutely adorable. and especially with a fine handsome young man like you!” she turns to look at you, “he’s a good one. don’t lose him, dear.”

dang, maybe you should ask her which business school she went to because her marketing skills are just straight up fire

mingi knocks his head back as he lets out a hearty belly laugh and if you squint hard enough, you can spot the pink dusting his cheeks. “ah, you flatter me too much, ma’am!.... please tell us more about how cute we look together! :-D”

… he ended up lugging an abnormally large sack of corn all the way home

“people probably think we look like a cute couple all the time, huh?” mingi grins to himself during dinner, eliciting a glare from you as you take another hesitant bite of the… weirdly edible grilled corn salad

your bowls of corn soup and corn rice bowl (don’t ask) along with a cup of sweetened corn for dessert remains untouched while mingi scarfs down his own like a mad man

you don’t even want to know how he’s been surviving on his own

“remind me to never let you grocery shop again,” you grumble, stabbing your fork into the bowl of corn salad as mingi stares at you, finding your anger cute somehow

huh… that’s weird

why does he think your furrowed brows and the aggressive chewing behind your pouty lips are the cutest things ever right now?

uh oh

your heart practically leaped out of your chest as you yelp in surprise when mingi suddenly stands up from the dining chair and sprints to his room without a word

???

you resume back to eating your food

meanwhile, mingi grabs his laptop and looks up a love meter website to calculate love percentage while trying to calm down his erratic heart rate

he quickly types in his and your names into the website and crosses his fingers with his eyes shut as he waits for the results

ding!

he opens his eyes and excitedly reads the words on the screen

90%! Love is in the air!

:-D <3 !!!

“mingi… why are you sitting on my lap.”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

jung wooyoung

“i’m feeling lonely ♫ oh i wish i’d find a lover that could hold me ♫ now i’m crying in my room ♫ so skeptical of love ♫ but still i want it more, more, mOre ♫ i give a second chance to cUPID–”

“sing that song one more time and i will shoot you with an actual arrow.”

“hmph, meanie :-(“

usually, wooyoung would sing along to that stupidly addicting cupid song you always sing whenever you’re with him 

but right now, he’s a man on a mission !! and he’s very serious about it

“i need absolute silence,” he mutters quietly, his eyes zeroing at the very serious task in hand with his brows furrowed in concentration

“you’re being dramatic.”

his head snaps up to look at you with a glare. “excuSe me? i’m sorry that i’m the only one who obviously has a passion for art here!!”

and by art, he means frosting heart-shaped sugar cookies

this is like, one of the first few human activities he’s doing !! so he wants to actually be good at this !! (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

he doesn’t know why but he really wants to make you proud :-(

you stifle a giggle when you see his hands practically tremble as he continues to squeeze out the pastel pink frosting from the piping bag onto the heart-shaped cookies

how cute

you walk over to him and gently wrap your hand around his that’s currently holding the piping bag with a death grip, making him let out a small yelp in surprise

“you need to relax,” you softly chide, helping him loosen up his grip to gently guide him into pressing the piping bag properly

meanwhile, wooyoung’s trying to refrain himself from jumping out of your apartment window and flying to mount olympus because he can feel your breath on his neck and his heart is beating a little too fast and omg you’re so close to him &:&;;’js!

honestly, this isn’t the first time wooyoung’s felt this way towards you

it’s just,, he just feels so carefree and himself whenever he’s with you 

and also because he thinks you’re the best human ever

and that you have the most beautiful smile

and that if he tries to personify love, the first thing that’d pop up in his head would be an image of you with crinkled eyes and a smile, your twinkly laughter ringing in his ears

but he’d rather let zeus zap him on the butt with a thunderbolt than admit that

“see!” you let go of his hand to excitedly gesture towards the pink cookie you helped him with, “you can do it if you let yourself have fun a little ! this one actually looks pretty decent :-D”

he already misses the warmth of your hand

“are you saying the ones i did before look bad?” he raises a brow, and your eyes nervously flicker to the tray of heart-shaped cookies that looks like it’s been frosted by a kindergartner

you start sweating

“nO of course not aha!!!! haha!!!!” he narrows his eyes at you. “okay not even gonna lie but, they do look kinda bad I’M SORRY”

he huffs, offended. “it's aBstract!”

“it’s lopsided.”

gasp D-:

you laugh when he aggressively rips off his apron before sulking, “i hate baking.”

but he knows that he’d do anything to become human; to leave his cupid errands just so he could be a regular boy who dreams of opening a bakery down the street

and in this alternate universe he’s envisioned, he’d actually manage to do it and that’s where he would first meet you

with his hands coated with flour and him sporting a messy apron, a boyish grin on his lips as he tells you that the small bag of pastry in your hands is on the house and he’d watch as your cheeks endearingly heat up

and then this alternate universe wooyoung would lean against his sleek car as he waits for you outside your apartment for a set date to an amusement park, where he’d win a giant teddy bear for you from one of those rigged game stalls

and he would try his best to make you the happiest you can be every single day

but in this life, he can only distract himself for so long from your fate that's set in stone by the red string intertwined on your pinky finger that stretches out long and far outside your apartment door— a painful reminder of the first thing his mother’s ever told him about love,

that it is never fair.

(he looks at his own gray string looped around his pinky with its short length frayed around the edges before glancing over to you who’s packing the cookies in a tupperware for him to bring while he does his cupid errands, and he knows he doesn’t regret falling for you even though he knows how it’ll end.)

choi jongho

“what do you mean you can’t go????”

jongho may or may not have tears in his eyes right now

“look, man. i really am sorry, i know we planned this weeks ago but it’s an emergency,” mingi sighs from the other line of the call, sounding genuinely regretful. “i really can’t go.”

“the new jujutsu kaisen movie drop isn’t an emergency, hyung.”

“it is !!!!!” mingi exclaims, and jongho wonders whether he’s actually a year older than him. “and i have to be one of the first people who watches it so i’m not exchanging my movie ticket for anything else.”

wow

this hurts even more than the top 10 anime betrayals :-( 

“you know what? you should go do it with yn instead. you two look cute together.”

record scratch

jongho almost drops his phone placed on his ear as he feels his cheeks flush a bright beet red. “whAt !!” he squeaks.

“‘kay! i’ll talk to you soon !!!! have fun on the date hehe :-D” beep.

see… the thing is…

jongho really looks up to mingi

he’s his favorite frat brother !!!!!

and so, he finds himself sitting on the couch of your apartment right after the call, obediently following his hyung’s suggestion

curse his soft, compliant heart

“choi jongho, are you asking me out on a date?”

“-!” jongho chokes on his saliva, sputtering out unpleasant noises before bringing his fist to his chest, “n-not a date!” he manages to choke out and you grin cheekily at him. “it’s just a paint & wine class that i was supposed to go with mingi hyung but he ended up bailing, a-and it’s non-refundable and i’ve already paid in full so i’m basically forced to take you instead–”

“yeah yeah,” you dismissively wave a hand at him, already sprinting to your bedroom to get ready. “whatever. i guess i’ll agree to go on a date with you.”

“IT’S NOT A DATE!”

jongho doesn’t know when it all started

after his frat party, you two somehow always meet each other in every party he goes to and you’d both hangout in the corner of the room together, enjoying each other’s company and leaving together when the bass of the loud music finally deafens your ears

and soon enough, you have his number and he has yours, and the party hangouts turn into lunch hangouts that happens almost every day (he looks forward to it and will sulk when he doesn’t meet you at least once a day)

you also like to give him free iced americano and savory pastries from the cafe you work at !! :-D

safe to say, jongho likes you

uH, as a friend !!! of course

yeah

just as a friend

mhm

“psssst, jongho,” you whisper from across the table, stifling a giggle as you eye the other people attending the paint & wine class. “i think you need new prescription glasses.”

“if you ever mention this to wooyoung hyung, i’ll revoke our friendship,” he grits out before chugging his glass of red wine, the tip of his ears flushed red

turns out, jongho had accidentally booked two spots for a paint & wine class reserved for the elderly (which, jongho thinks, is a stupid idea because why would they let old people have a night of free-flow wine????)

the painting instructor actually felt so bad for him that they allowed you two to join the class anyways

so here you are, sitting in the two seat table smackdab in the middle of the room with everyone’s eyes on you

it also doesn’t help that you two decided to dress super fancy as a joke for the night, with jongho wearing a crisp dark gray suit over a white button up that’s barely buttoned and you with a white floor-length evening dress under the apron they gave you

it looks like you both just ditched a wedding or something

which is precisely the look you two are going for !!! :-D 

and honestly, his hyungs can tease him all they want for all the mini adventures he does with you but he’s truly the happiest when he’s with you (he will never say this to your face)

“look at what i painted!”

jongho looks up from his canvas to see you pursing your lips in concentration over yours, your hand tightly gripping one of the paintbrushes as you finish up some small details before turning the easel to proudly present the A4 canvas to him. “tadaa!”

the reference for today’s class is an acrylic portrait of a brown kitten and jongho personally thinks he nailed his own rendition of the painting projected on the projection screen in front of the room so he’s really excited to see yours!!!

uhm

“...........yn, that’s not the painting we’re doing today.”

you nod, “i know.”

on your canvas, you’ve painted what looks like a hut with three beds all in different sizes, a dining table with three different sized bowls of porridge, and a family of brown bears with a little blonde boy—

"did you seriously paint me as goldilocks?”

you grin cutely at him, “i did!” you point at goldilocks-jongho on your painting, “you’re with your bear family now! isn’t it cute? :3”

(jongho’s trying his best to not bash his head through the canvas because !!!! nu uh nope nO, he definitely does not like you !!! not at all !!!! it’s just the wine doing things to his brain—)

“and i also painted the bears’ bed sheets purple because it’s your favorite color! and— oh shit.”

a loud clink echoes throughout the room, making everyone's heads (yes, the paint instructor as well) turn to look at your table

…………………

you accidentally plunged your paintbrush in your wine glass instead of the plastic cup of water beside it

both of your eyes widen at the sight of the purple paint staining the red liquid in the expensive glass

and honestly, you can probably just ask for a new glass of wine and apologize for this tiny mistake and it’ll be like nothing ever happened (except for the fact that you'll be embarrassed for the rest of the night)

but where’s the fun in that?

you exchange glances before jongho abruptly stands up from his chair, grab both of your canvases in one hand, and interlaces the other with yours as you two run out of the room, both of your laughters ringing throughout the hallway

“that’s so embarrassing!” you yelp, slamming jongho’s car door behind you before he turns on the engine, quickly backing up from the parking lot to drive away from the building. you groan as you lean back on the passenger seat, “please don’t ever take me to another paint & wine class again.”

jongho can’t help but chuckle at your flustered expression as he carefully place the canvases on the backseat without his eyes leaving the road, “i actually think that was pretty fun.”

“should we get dinner?”

“sure, i know a place. we could pretend we’re having our first anniversary so that they’d give us free chocolate lava cake.”

“are you just using this chance to pretend to be my boyfriend again?” you tease, trying to hide the smile on your face

“why are you so shy about it? we literally made out once–”

“I TOLD YOU TO NEVER BRING THAT UP AGAIN!!!!”

taglist. @ad0rechuu @diorwoo @jaehunnyy

[pumpkin-bats]

can you write some headcanons for the strawhats on their reaction when you don’t tell them “be safe/be careful” before they leave the ship even tho you usually do? thank you in advance if you do this, and sorry if it’s worded weird i’m half asleep rn😭🫡

Thank you for the request! I’m half asleep chronically but this was perfect to understand and oh my gosh I love this! I’m doing the whole crew with a variation of vibes. Everything is up to your interpretation 😉. This is gonna be fun!

When You Forget to Tell Them “Be safe/careful” - Strawhat Headcanons

Luffy:

He starts running away then dead stops to turn around and stare at you.

Literally just stares at you until you say something.

“What?” “Say it.” “Say what?” “Say the thing!”

He does not specify what it is you’re supposed to be saying and refuses to leave, pouting at you, until you finally tell him to be safe.

Massive idiot grin and a “shishishi- I will!” Before launching himself off the ship.

Zoro:

Makes it to the railing and just stops there, lingering.

He just stands there in silence with a little frown.

Eventually yells “oi!” at you and also doesn’t specify what kind of response he’s expecting from you.

When you finally say “be safe!” He gives his little Zoro grin but makes sure he’s facing away from you when he does.

Calls out a “yeah!” that’s supposed to be nonchalant but you can hear the smile in it as he leaves.

Sanji:

He’s internally bothered that you don’t say it, but it doesn’t show on his face.

Momentarily wonders if you’re mad at him.

Literally goes through the five stages of grief silently in his head.

Waves happily at you with a “I’ll make sure to be safe!” anyway, cause he thought you might still want the reassurance.

He lights up like a Christmas tree when you give a little “oh!” and respond positively, so he knows it’s just because you forgot and not because you hate him.

Nami:

Has no qualms about reminding you about what you’re supposed to ask her.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Leaning against the railing while tapping her chin.

Doesn’t even wait for the second guess of “what?” before going “where’s my ‘be careful!’?”

When she gets it, it’s all bright grins and a wink.

“There it is. You be safe too!” And leaving with an extra bout of confidence. She likes teasing you about it every time you forget.

Robin:

She expanded on your ‘be careful’ tradition by patting your head when you say it.

When she pats your head and you don’t say anything she keeps her hand there and just smiles at you.

Also no hesitation- “Do I not get a ‘be careful’ today?”

When she gets it she gives an extra head pat along with a “thank you.”

Smiling the entire time, patient the whole time, and a little wave as she leaves.

Usopp:

He keeps talking at you. Just rambling and random words.

When pushed to leave he takes small steps away from you and kinda goes like “if you’re forgetting something important, you should tell me now! Anything? It could be something you always say! A tradition you wanna share? Anything you can think of? If I never come back then I’ll never know whatever it is you might’ve wanted to say!”

He’s practically hanging onto the railing until eventually you tell him to be careful.

He laughs and pretends he wasn’t dragging his feet, waiting for you to say that.

“Of course I will! Is that what you wanted to say? I’m the great Usopp! When have I ever not been the most careful! You be careful too without me here to protect you!”

Franky:

At some point he started telling you to be safe first and waits for you to return it.

He says it, gets a few steps away before stopping and going “huh?” while scratching his head.

It takes him a second to realize what’s missing and when he does he turns to look back at you.

“You didn’t say it back!” “Say what?” “be safe!”

When he finally gets the response he wanted he gives you a big thumbs up, a bright grin, and then happily heads out.

Chopper:

He gets to the edge of the ship and pauses, then stalls to look over at you. Little face looking confused.

“You’re not going to tell me to be safe?” The sad puppy energy is so strong.

He genuinely pouts and looks like he would absolutely cry if you said no.

When you explain you forgot and then tell him to be careful he gets all bright eyed and happy smiles.

“I will! You be safe too!” And literally hops and skips of the ship. Would sing if he were any happier.

Brook:

He doesn’t say it first, but he always says goodbye and expects the “be careful” as a result.

He slows down the closer he gets to the edge of the ship with a hummed “hmmm?”

“I feel like I’m missing something.” He literally also forgets and takes a minute to run through a checklist of himself.

Once he’s sure he has everything, he takes a second to look around the ship and then sees you and goes “ah!”

“That’s what I was forgetting! You didn’t say be careful!” You give him his be careful and he says a cheery thank you. “I thought I was losing my head! Though I’m a skeleton so it’s entirely possible, yohohohoho!”

[steinfellds]

could you do an america chavez fic where its just a fluffy love confession with a little bit of angst.

Yours Now

Pairing: America x Fem!Reader

1K Words

/ masterlist / / a.c masterlist /

You weren’t a jealous person. Well, you mean, you are a little but only over one person. America Chavez. She has been your crush since you were 8 years old. You were positive that she didn’t like you back, so you never mentioned your crush to her.

Every time she got with a girl; you were always hurt. You never showed your hurt towards her though, you always kept it hidden.

 

You sighed loudly, flopping down on America’s bed, making her laugh at how dramatic you are.

“Tough day?” She asked, scooting closer to you so she could see you.

You nodded. Even though you were one of the youngest Avengers, they still made you spar with one of their best fighters, Natasha. God was she rough on you. You reckon you had gathered 5 bruises from sparring with her today.

“I think I’m dying.” You groaned when America pressed on your bruised thigh.

“Oh, she got you good. That’s a big one.” America muttered, lightly running her fingers along your stomach.

“She’s so mean to me.” You pouted.

America laughed, pulling herself up to lean against the bed head. “You’re a big baby.”

You shook your head with a smile. You loved America’s laugh. It had to be one of your favourite sounds.

“We should watch all the Descendant movies later.” You moved yourself closer to America and rested your head on her thigh.

America hummed, “If Stephen doesn’t want me to train with him, yes.”

 

Stephen did want America to train with him. You still really wanted to watch a movie with her, so you stayed up till 9pm until she came back to her room.

You were half asleep when America barraged through the doors, tears rolling down her face.

Your head shot up from the pillow when you felt America curl into your side and hide her face into your neck. Her sobs filled the room.

“Hey, hey. You okay? What happen?”

America shook her head, unable to get any words out through her cries.

“Breathe, America.” You scratched the back of her neck with your fingers. “Are you hurt? Talk to me.”

“She- she cheated on me.” She cried out.

America has been dating a girl called Angela for the past 7 months. You always felt this weird vibe coming from her.

“I found out because I tried opening a portal to her and saw her making out with her best friend!” She exclaimed, her grip around you tightening.

You didn’t know what to say so you kept running your fingers up to her neck and down her back to calm her down. 15 minutes later, she was passed out on her chest from all the crying.

Her phone that was sitting on her nightstand started to blow up from text messages.

my girl <;3: america im so so sorry. i swear we are just friends. her boyfriend broke up with her and she needed a distraction

my girl <;3: can you come over? i want to talk about it

You scoffed at her messages.

my girl <;3: stop leaving me on read

You quickly picked up America’s phone and snapped a photo of America sleeping on your chest.

You: sorry, shes sleeping rn

You giggled at yourself. You sounded like one of those over-protective, toxic male best friends but you didn’t really care.

 

You weren’t sure when you drifted off to sleep but you woke up to America softly shaking your shoulder.

“Y/n?” She whispered.

“Yeah?” You groaned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your brain didn’t even fully understand her question until her soft lips were on yours. You immediately reciprocated the kiss.

You kept mentally telling yourself, “You’re just a rebound, you’re just a rebound.” But you couldn’t pull away. You’ve wanted to kiss her for so many years, and it was finally happening.

“I love you, Y/n.” America whispered when you both broke apart for air.

You shook your head with a sad laugh, “We shouldn’t have done that. You’re just using me as a distraction to take that pain away.”

America pressed her forehead against yours, sighing softly “I’m not using you as a distraction, Y/N/N.”

You scoffed, “Your girlfriend just cheated on you and now you’re kissing me? Yeah, right.”

America placed her hand on your cheek and looked you in the eye. “She was the distraction.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

You swear America was head over heels for Angela. She would constantly talk about her to you, was always facetiming her or going on cute little dates. No way did you believe she was just a distraction.

“She was a distraction. I mean, I did love her but not as much as I should have.” America explained, almost like it was obvious. “And I know that sounds extremely evil of me but when I was dating her, I didn’t realise I was using her as a distraction until she cheated on me.”

“You literally get every girl you want, why are you using her as a distraction?”

America glanced away from you and sucked in a breath, “I didn’t get one girl.”

“Who?”

“You.”

You stared at her in shock. Was she being serious? Or was she just messing with you. It felt impossible that the girl you’ve liked for half your life likes you back.

“You expect me to believe that you like me?” You acted defensive in case she was just lying to embarrass you.

America nodded, “I love everything about you. I love your voice, the way you laugh. I love whenever you crack those stupid, stupid jokes. You’re just so perfect and so fucking beautiful, Y/n.” Her lips curled into a smile at the bright blush that covered your face.

“Then why didn’t you ask me out?”

“The only reason why I didn’t ask you out was because I thought you were straight. You never mentioned a girl and every time I bought a girl around, you acted sour. I thought you were kinda homophobic.”

Your jaw dropped, “Me?! Homophobic? Gosh, America. I’m offended, I’m literally gay!”

America grinned and shook her head, “Then will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.” You answered in a heartbeat.

America squealed in excitement, kissing your face repeatedly. You laughed, rolling over so she was laying on top of you.

“I still can’t believe you thought I was homophobic AND straight.”

America laughed, “I’m sorryyy. How can I make it up?”

You thought for a moment, “Watching all three Descendant movies with me?”

 

“Deal."

[dear-future-lovers]

NEW PINNED!

gay* 21 transmasc sub/bottom he/him (being a switch would be cool but alas i have so many anxiety disorders i just Need someone to tell me what to do)

*in the way the rainbow flag is gay :) i’m mostly mlm but sometimes im not immune to women

testosterone- feb 18th 2021

top surgery- nov 10th 2022

I’m kind of a late bloomer (literally started masturbating at 18) so i’m using this to explore a lot so anything here could be subject to change esp if i tried it out irl lmao. i also don’t get chemicals from orgasms yet so sorry if i complain about it ive been trying so many meds to fix that rip

⬇️ more specifics under the cut ⬇️

terminology- i don’t really like the word vagina (definitely something to unpack there but this isn’t the time or place for it) but otherwise im pretty lax with words tbh. i prefer tdick/dick/etc as opposed to clit but as far as the front hole goes i’m pretty chill. like pussy is fine as long as we both are in understanding that said pussy is connected to a guy. i like the word cunt idk why, boy as a prefix is also fine but i’m good either way! ex. boycunt and cunt are both fine by me.

kinks-

praise, bondage, clothes/being dressed up, cnc (emphasis on the consensual and nothing w the r word it’s a very specific flavor of cnc), praise, a bit of somno but only if i’m half asleep cause i still want to Be There lmao, manhandling, overstim, intox (weed), i really like plugs in like a stim way idk if that’s weird, gags seem really fun, free use, there’s probably more but those are the main ones i seek out content for on here. i also don’t know how many of those id like irl since ive never tried but all of those sound appealing as of rn

limits-

gagging/choking (i have emetophobia), scat, watersports, degradation (it’s okay if it’s like presented as a good thing like awww you’re so dumb condescendingly but if you’re being straight up mean it just makes me sad rip if that makes any sense), unsanitary, feet (i have like the opposite of a foot fetish lmao i’m foot averse) , misgendering/detrans, gore,

anything not listed i’m neutral about (unless forgot to list it) and am probably willing to explore it since again i was a bit late to the chase lmao

i don’t tag anything since i don’t expect followers but if anyone needs anything tagged pls let me know and i’ll try my best to remember :) rn i only really tag stuff about clothes so i can come back to it later since it seems kinda niche

i follow from juice but i have my age listed on both so 👍

(last updated june 4th 2024 for age)

[bunnykawa]

what are you doing, step bro? (sakusa x f. reader)

summary: To your parents, Sakusa was the greatest son. To you, he was the best big brother you could’ve ever asked for, but you could only find that out with a little force.

a/n: i literally just started college so i won't have much time to write but i have some stories in my drafts that'll be posted in awhile lol. should i open requests for haikyuu drabbles since they're short but still entertaining?? idek i feel like no one is reading this rn LOL but if anyone is reading this, lmk ;)

(edit: I HAD TO REPOST THIS CS IT WASNT SHOWING UP IN TAGS so sorry if you already liked this post)

warnings: 18+, incest, mentions of drugging,  mentions of somnophilia, mentions of parental neglect, noncon/dubcon/rape, sakusa is a dirty pervert i just don’t know how else to tag this, degradation, slight manipulation

"(Y/N), this is your new big brother, Kiyoomi," your mother said, holding tightly onto your small shoulders as you stood in front of her.

"You can refer to him as your nii-san from now on." Locking eyes with you was an older boy with long black wavy hair, two moles on the right side of his forehead, and a white face mask on the lower half of his face which blocked his nose and mouth. How odd, you thought. You could tell he was disinterested with how his eyes were blank as he stared at you.

That was the first time meeting your step brother, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Being four years younger than Sakusa, you two never really got along. Of course you had to respect each other, but there was nothing to really talk about other than when his volleyball games were or unfulfilling small talks. Sometimes he would make snide remarks, asking if you even showered when your hair was only slightly messy or if a smart word ever came out of your mouth when you stumbled over your words. Sometimes he was just mean to you in general to the point where you would cry. You always tried to ignore it, though. That was when you were younger. You couldn’t help that you weren’t that smart and he was your nii-san after all. Your parents would brush it off.

You celebrated his victories together, only because you had to. I mean, you were the younger sister of one of the nation's top three aces in high school volleyball. There was no way your parents wouldn't celebrate. He was their pride and joy.

Smart, athletic, incredibly attractive — everything you felt like you could never live up to.

Your own biological mom so obviously and painfully liked him more than you.

Before you even entered high school, Sakusa was old enough to move out and go to college where he continued to play volleyball. When he visited during the holidays, you still wouldn't have decent conversations with him. He would still insult you. It even made you cringe when you had to call him nii-san. Why address him as your older brother when he didn't even act like it?

But you dealt with it because you had to.

Fresh out of Itachiyama Academy, you're focused on studying for entrance exams for colleges in your area rather than what would happen if you ever had to see Sakusa again. But, you were expecting to see him very soon.

Gentle knocks are heard from outside your door and before you can respond, your mom is already opening it.

"(Y/N), Omi is coming today and he's gonna be here for a week. I have to go to the grocery store to buy food and I'm gonna run other errands so it's gonna take awhile," she says, leaning her head into your room. You respond multiple times with "okay" so she can leave your room sooner.

Textbooks and notebooks are strewn across your bed with you on your stomach, trying to cram as much information in your head as possible.

"That means I might not be here in time for when he comes, so you have to open the door and greet him," she adds.

"What about dad?" you ask with a grimace. The most you would do is say hello and scurry back into your room.

She rolls her eyes at you. "He's working late again. You know that, (Y/N)." With a sigh, you agree and she finally leaves your room after bidding you a "goodbye."

You can't remember the last time you saw Sakusa, but it was probably almost half a year ago. Ever since he left for college, your parents were even more distant towards you. They probably felt like they didn't need to worry about you because you weren't doing anything important.

When Sakusa came over, he barely acknowledged you and you were okay with that because it meant he wouldn't be bothering you.

But that didn't mean his blank stare wouldn't catch your attention whenever you came out of your room to eat or use the restroom. The atmosphere felt...very odd around him. You couldn't necessarily come up with a reason why.

Suddenly, you hear knocking on the front door. It had to be at least an hour or two since your mom left and the thought of who was waiting at the door made your stomach churn.

"Nii-san is here," you mutter to yourself as you got up to open the door. Right as you open the door, Sakusa was staring down at you with the same blankness in his eyes from before with his usual face mask. His hair was shorter than you remember.

Mindlessly, his eyes seem to scan your body before returning to your face, making you feel self-conscious. You were only wearing black spandex shorts and a loose tank top. Subconsciously, you rub your arm and step back to make space.

"(Y/N)," Sakusa acknowledges you in a deadpan voice. It's no surprise to you.

"Hi, onii-san. How are you?" You try so hard to be polite, but Sakusa seemed to have a naturally dominant energy that overwhelmed your senses, even if he also seemed to have the personality of a jar of mayonnaise. You step aside so he can come in. He wore gray sweatpants and a black windbreaker that was zipped up all the way. As soon as he makes it inside, he removes his face mask, stuffs it in his pocket, and starts unzipping his jacket.

"I'm good," he hums, "Where's mom?" He places the backpack he was carrying on the couch and takes a seat as you close the door.

"She's out doing errands and dad is working. Do you want some tea?"

"Yes, please. Make sure you wash your hands before you do. Thank you," he said. You walk into the kitchen, muttering "germaphobe" under your breath at his extra request. Unbeknownst to you, he watched you from his place on the couch as you walked around the kitchen, pulling the tea kettle out of one of the bottom cabinets and looking for cups. His gaze followed the outline of your ass in those tiny shorts that hugged your bottom tightly.

"What college are you planning on going to, (Y/N)?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I'm applying to the college you're going to and three others," you replied from your spot near the counter.

Sakusa actually perks up at your answer. "Oh, cool. You'll love it there if you get in. Only if, though. You're not the brightest."

You couldn't help but let your face fall in a frown at his seemingly small comment. Quickly, you compose yourself and brush off his remark. You got the water boiling in the tea kettle and reached high for the teacups that were sitting on the top cabinets. Your stepdad definitely put them up there.

A presence looms close behind you, which makes your whole body automatically freeze and tense up. A veiny, bulky arm reaches up easily to grab the teacups while another one snakes around you to pull your tank top down as it was exposing your stomach. You're not sure if you're imagining it, but you definitely feel something stiff brushing up against your back.

"You need to be careful. Don't wanna hurt yourself, do you?" Sakusa commented, leaning forward so his mouth was right next to your ear. A blush found its way onto your cheeks from feeling him so close to you.

He usually hated being so close to people. What was so different today?

"R-right," you stuttered, "Thank you, nii-san."

Confrontation wasn't a strong trait of yours.

You guess that moment was when it started getting really weird between you two. You still had small talks from whenever he would actually see you come out of your room, but you wanted to avoid him as much as you could. However, that was hard when Sakusa insisted that you drank tea together every night and, of course, your parents insisted, too.

Your nii-san wants to spend more time with you, they would say excitedly. Better late than never!

Maybe if he was showing the slightest bit of interest in you, your parents would finally care about you. So, with much hesitation, you started drinking tea with your step brother every night. Sakusa even made the tea himself so his poor little sister wouldn't tire herself out with carrying that heavy teapot.

You're still not sure if you're imagining things, but the tea tasted different from how you made it. And you swear that the tea didn't make you so sleepy after drinking it until he started making it.

"Come here," Sakusa would say with a smirk, "Onii-san will take you to bed."

You would pass out before you even made it to bed, but every morning you woke up with sticky thighs, only blaming it on sweating while you were sleeping.

Until one day, you didn't drink all the tea that he made you. You still fell asleep, though. Your brain was hazy enough to make you lose consciousness as he helped you up from your seat in the kitchen.

Sakusa laid next to you on your bed. You were placed on your side so he could slide under the sheets right behind you to press his hardened length against your ass. This was his favorite part of the night. He spent a few minutes playing with your cunt to make it slick enough for him to let his cock break through your walls.

You barely stirred awake. Didn't even move an inch as he caressed every part of your body, from your soft nipples to the sensitive nub between your thighs.

He pushed the elastic of his sweatpants down to his thighs quickly. His cock hit your ass before settling between your folds. A satisfied moan leaves his lips when he feels your wetness coating the top part of his shaft as he rubbed it against you. He hooked his arm around one of your legs so that you were spread open enough for him to fuck you and rub your clit at the same time with his other hand.

He wanted that sweet nectar completely coating his dick. He remembers the way you tasted and how you came on his tongue the night before, despite being blacked out from the little pills he would dissolve in your drinks. You tasted so clean and smelled so fresh. It was impossible for your nii-san to control himself around you.

And when did your ass look so good? God...Sakusa couldn't believe he never noticed how cute and well-shaped you were. You weren't that little girl he met when you were both kids. You were pushing adulthood now. Still pathetic looking, still too shy, still small around him, but fuck, he definitely would have pushed you over the counter the first day he came over and fucked you until you were crying and gagging.

He continued rubbing circles onto your clit and letting his cock soak up your juices. Gently, he positions the tip at your entrances and pushes in slowly.

"There you go," he whispers in your ear, "I know it's a little big. Don't worry."

He manages to fill you up all the way, making him groan. Your walls were tight around him. He thrusts in and out of you carefully, salvaging the feeling of your slick interior.

But you didn't drink all the tea, which means that you could wake up earlier than he expected.

Sakusa didn't expect you to wake up now.

You stirred slightly as you regained consciousness. Although your eyelids were heavy, you tried to force them open only to be met with darkness.

"Mmm," you croaked, rubbing your eyes. The odd feeling of being filled up suddenly made you wake up more. "W-what's going on?"

"Fuck," Sakusa muttered from behind you. You felt a hard chest pressed against your back and...a hand on your pussy. No, something inside your pussy. And that voice was so familiar.

You quickly whip your head around when the realization dawns on you. What the fuck is happening? While your eyes adjust to the dark room, you see two familiar eyes staring straight back at you. He stopped grinding his hips against you for a moment as if time stopped.

"...Nii-san?" you hesitated. His breathing was heavy and he stayed silent.

"Nii-san, what are you doing?" you asked in a panicked voice. You quickly tried to get up from your position, only to be held down by Sakusa’s muscular arms. His hand wrapped itself over your lips to prevent you from screaming.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet, (Y/N),” he whispered. A muffled scream tries to escape your lips. He continued to fuck you slowly, leaving a burning feeling in your walls. The same sore feeling that you would sometimes wake up to within the past few days.

For a moment, you pry his fingers off of your mouth. "I don't understand...Why are you...?" You yelped in surprise, horror, and pleasure as he delivered a sharp thrust from behind you. The smack of his hips against your bare ass made you cringe and feel so disgusted with yourself. Nii-san is actually inside me.

"My poor little sister," he chucked darkly. He suddenly wraps his arm around your knee tighter and forces your legs wide open, your knee almost touching your chest. Instead of putting his hand over your mouth to shut you up, he kneads your breast. His hands were so large.

"You think you can walk around the house looking like a little slut in those tiny shorts?" He stretches you open with his hard cock with slow, yet hard, thrusts. It left your mouth agape, but no sounds left your throat except for small squeaks that you couldn't hold back. "You stupid bitch. Just as dumb as I could remember. Fuck, you don't know how much I wanted to bend you over and fill you up with my cum like the stupid, desperate slut you are."

He was satisfied as you were barely fighting him. All you did was desperately search for something to hold onto and bite your lip because you were so scared. His words were painful. "Look at you. A waste of fucking space, only good as a fuck hole. Didn't even realize she was getting drugged and getting fucked every night because she's so fucking stupid."

Weak. That was all your brain was telling you, mocking you, as Sakusa didn't stop moving against you and insulting you. This wasn't the first time. It just so happened that this time you were able to wake up.

"I-I..." you stuttered, "I'll...I'll tell mom and dad." The sheets were gripped tightly between your fingers. "I'll tell them- mmmm...what nii-san has been doing to me..."

"If you tell mom and dad, they wouldn't even care," Sakusa said in a patronizing tone. The way his hand was caressing you made you wanna cry.

“They would!”

"Mom and dad don't even treat you like a daughter, (Y/N). When was the last time they told you they loved you?" Even if his question was rhetorical, your mind went completely blank. You can't recall a moment where they ever told you they loved you.

"B-but, this isn't right! You're not supposed to be doing this," you argued. It was a surprise that your mind wasn't completely clouded by how big his cock was and how his thrusts felt almost hateful.

"You think they would choose your side? You'd be ruining your own life. Maybe you'd ruin mine. And it'd be. All. Your. Fault." With each syllable, his movements became sharper. "You don't wanna betray your nii-san by saying something, do you?"

"You love your nii-san, right?"

You do. You love him so much, even if you tried to avoid him and he never said a single good thing to you in your whole damn life.

Because you have to love him.

You stopped gripping on the sheets to the point where your knuckles were turning ghostly white to brush away the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your body shook, from both crying because of Sakusa's painful words and how hard he was fucking you. The pleasure building up in your core was overwhelming you, making that intense feeling of having to pee forced out of you.

Hearing your sniffles and small cries, Sakusa pulls you even tighter against him, but doesn't stop his relentless thrusting. It turned him on even more. He pushes your hand to brush away your tears for you, like good big brothers should.

"It's okay, (Y/N). We both know mom and dad don't love you."

A loud cry erupted from your chest. Maybe if your parents cared about you, they'd be running to your room to save you the second you started crying. But, no. Sakusa was basking in the fact that you were hurting on the inside. After years of negligent silence, you were finally letting it all out.

"But nii-san loves you," he said with a smile.

Although his words seemed to stun your entire being, you manage to choke out a "What?" Like it was the first time someone ever told you that they love you.

His torturous thrusts almost distracted you. Fuck, why did it feel so good to have your step brother fucking you on your side like this?

"I love you." He sweetly grabs your face so you can turn your head to look at him. There was a pounding in your ears coming straight from your chest. A warm feeling spreads throughout your stomach.

"You...you love me, nii-san?"

"Of course I do." He was actually smiling at you, "If I didn't, would I be inside you right now?"

His face didn't seem so blank anymore. Sakusa never ever smiled at you. Hell, he never really smiled in general. Someone actually loved you. Holy shit. And he was even pounding away at your insides like you were a fuck doll.

Is that why he's so mean? Was he just trying to hide his feelings for you this whole time? You could die laughing right now. His cock felt so damn good rearranging your guts against your will yet you were struggling to accept it.

Your cheeks naturally puffed up in happiness as you smiled so brightly at him. The flip switched in your brain so easily. Without another word, Sakusa kissed you passionately, because he knew you would let him continue to ravage your body. Your hips began to buck from the pressure building up in your lower half and you starting pushing your hips towards him, welcoming his length inside you. It felt like you needed more of him. More of his love.

Love me.

"Nii-san," you gasped against his lips. His movements never faltered, which you figured was from his amazing athletic ability and stamina.

"Be a good little sister and cum on my cock," he coaxed. He could tell you were so close to cumming from how tightly your precious cunt was hugging his length and how you were squirming against him. You were both slick with sweat. As you started squirming more violently against him, Sakusa tightened his grip on you.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined desperately, “Nii-san, I’m gonna cum!” You grabbed his arms and pushed your fingernails into his skin, making him hiss from the sudden pain. With a firm grip over your mouth, he muffles your screams. Satisfaction settled in your stomach as you exploded all over his cock. Your sweet juices trailed down your thighs onto the bedsheets.

As much as Sakusa wanted to, he couldn’t fill up your insides and see your hole dripping with his cum just yet. He quickly pulls out of you and lets his seed shoot onto the bare skin of your ass. The shock of your orgasm left your thighs trembling, your skin wet, and your eyes drooping.

“You’re the best little sister.”

You would’ve replied, but you could barely form any words as you lost consciousness again. When you woke up the next morning, you were fully dressed and cleaned up, with no stickiness between your thighs like how you used to wake up.

Sakusa actually cleaned you up this time. You felt your heart melt and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Everything seemed to go back to normal between you two, with the same small talks and not really seeing each other often, but he always had a knowing smirk on his face whenever he saw you.

Whenever his eyes would trail up your body to meet yours, you could feel a warmth in your stomach spread all throughout your body which forced you to look away quickly. Whenever he insulted you, you would feel your thighs press together. Whenever you caught yourself admiring his features when he replaced his face mask for a new one, you smiled softly to yourself.

When it was time for him to leave, you couldn’t help but let a few tears shed. He was all set to go, with his backpack on and his mask covering his face.

“Hey, don’t cry, (Y/N),” he cooed, wiping your tears away, “You know I won’t be gone forever.”

You sniffled, “I know. I just hate being here alone.” Well, not necessarily alone. You just hated being ignored and neglected just because you weren’t your brother.

“If you manage to get into my college, you can move in with me. How does that sound?” You instantly perk up and dry your tears with your shirt.

"Really?!” you asked with excitement. You imagine all the things you could do with your nii-san without your parents in the picture. You could go out together, hold hands, share kisses, just about anything. He could even fuck you whenever he wants.

These thoughts about your own step brother would've made you feel sick before.

But that was before you knew Sakusa loved you. Now, you couldn't help but ask your mom when the next time your nii-san would be coming to visit. While you were waiting for his next visit, you studied hard.

College would be so much fun with your nii-san with you!

Part 2

[krappykawa]

I read your s/o who likes to read hcs and was wondering if you could do the same request format or whatever it is you'd call it but with terishima,akaashi, iwa, Oikawa,and Daichi? Sorry if that's a lot! -anon

with a s/o that likes to read (part 2)

— iwaizumi, oikawa, terushima, daichi, and akaashi

word count. 1.4k

genre. fluff

note. i made these ones shorter than the ones in part two because anon requested a lot of characters and i didn’t wanna run out of headcanons to write,,, i hope you still like this though!

part one here

IWAIZUMI.

- will read the books that you’re reading just because he likes the feeling of being able to bond with you over something you love since you’re so supportive of him already (literally the perfect man. perfect bf. give me a kiss rn RN!!)

- maybe not all of them, but if you get him hooked on the description, then he will probably finish the book faster than you

- if he doesn’t like a book very much he’ll take ages to finish it though

- if you ask him about how he’s doing with reading it he’ll be like “oh i’m almost done” when in reality he’s only 20 pages in

- he’ll send you texts about the books you recommend but they’ll be super blunt like “this character just died” or “oh they kissed”

- you sit at your phone for 20 minutes debating on how to respond to those because HOW??

- he loves cuddles,,,, would literally die for cuddles

- so when you climb into his lap with a book in hand and bury your head in his neck as you read his heart literally malfunctions

- his cute s/o with their reading obsession that he secretly finds so endearing climbing into his lap for cuddle time,,,,,, his heart goes &2:$84!;💞💖💘💖💓💖💞/):&38,

- iwaizumi.exe has stopped working

- but he’s also not afraid to pull you into his lap if he sees you reading on the couch

- he’ll probably put on a monster movie and just hold you as you read and he watches

- probably also buried his nose in your hair and revels in your scent (also kisses your head every so often because he can’t help it and AHHHH HES SO CUTE)

- when you start sending him messages about your books, he will attempt to respond to every single text or he will just wait until you’re done and text back with “u done?” (not in a mean way though) there’s no inbetween

- he’s smiling every time you send him those texts though

- aoba johsai’s volleyball team (ESPECIALLY OIKAWA) teases him mercilessly if they ever catch him smiling at his phone in the locker room or during class or during lunch (basically u text him a lot lol)

- sometimes when you slam your book shut and scream into your pillow, he will just watch you with amused eyes and probably make an offhand comment that’s similar to “remember to breathe while you’re at it.”

- you end up throwing the pillow at him (which he catches and then proceeds to walk to where you are and swing you over his shoulder)

- get your mind out of the gutter on the “over his shoulder” part i swear he’s just teasing you for throwing a pillow at him (I CAN FEEL YOUR MIND WANDERING STOP IT)

OIKAWA.

- he makes an effort to read your books, really he does

- he’s just really busy, so most of the books he promises he will read stay only half way read through and never picked up ever again

- if you give him a sci-fi book though, this man will literally finish it at an insane pace

- literally he would be the one to text you at some ungodly hour (usually 3AM in the morning) because he just finished the book in one sitting and he’s literally brimming with reactions

- will text things like “WHAT THE FUCK HE JUST DIED”, “YN SEND HELP I THINK THEY’RE ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING STUPID”, “OH MY GODDDD I HATE THIS BITCH CAN THEY STOP TALKING” (always in all caps whenever he’s reacting to a book)

- you better pray that he doesn’t end up hating a character because he will text you every single time they show up on a page and complain about them

- “this character reminds me of ushijima why would you put me through this 🤕🤕”

- or “THEYRE TALKING AGAIN?? WHEN WILL THEY GET THE MEMO THAT I WANT THEM TO . ST F U ‼️😻”

- anyways, if it’s not sci-fi, it’s probably sitting on his nightstand and never touched again until you steal the book back

- CLAIMS he tried reading them (he got 2 pages in and then put it down)

- he is also a huge cuddler

- but you will not be able to read in his lap because he’s so fucking whiny

- “y/n-channn pay attention to meeee. you can read about that insanely hot dude in your book when you’re not already sitting in an insanely hot dude’s lap”

- big pouty face

- it works every single time and you hate him for it

- once you put your book down he will not let you go for a good ten minutes

- he also has tons of pictures of you reading on his phone because he thinks you’re so cute and feels like he has to snap a picture so he can remember how cute you looked at that very moment

- a lot like iwaizumi, oikawa will attempt to reply to every single one of your book related texts (except oikawa succeeds at replying to every single one)

- like you could literally send him fifty text messages in a row and you will get fifty replies back

TERUSHIMA.

- i am so sorry to say this but i genuinely cannot see terushima being interested in your books whatsoever

- he thinks that it’s boring and always questions how you can just sit down for hours on end and just read

- this changes when you give him one of those insane, mind-boggling, really dark, murder-mystery books

- he’ll scoff at it but after a lot of begging on your part, he’ll give it a try

- he loves it

- he told you that he never got bored and that feeling like that while reading a book is so weird to him

- that is the only book you’ll ever get him to read though (okay maybe he’ll read a few more if you beg him for it with that cute pouty face of yours that he cannot resist)

- like he’ll treat that murder mystery book as a holy grail and insist that nothing will ever top it

- i’m sorry again but he probably texts you “what u doing rn?” and if you say something about reading he’ll try to get you to do literally anything else (most likely will send a horny text to try and steal you away from your reading, let’s be honest here)

- “come over baby you can experience all that you’re reading in that book first hand 😏😏😏”

- if you send him text reactions of your book he will most likely reply with “awe babe ur so cute” but not say anything about the books in itself (IM SORRY HE’S NOT MEAN ABOUT IT THOUGH)

- cuddling with him while reading will never happen

- seriously

- he will do everything in his power to get you to put the book down

- like start peppering you with kisses or tickling you

- he just can’t stand sitting down in silence for so long lol

- he doesn’t put you down for reading though

- like yeah he might not understand it and thinks it’s boring, but he admires that you care so much about it and also admires your commitment

DAICHI.

- admires you for reading honestly

- like i feel like he’s the type to get really good grades but will not look at a book that he hasn’t been assigned to read for his life

- that being said, he probably has never read any of the books you ask him to read with you

- he’s told you he’s read one or two which is a lie (you know it’s a lie but you don’t tell him that because you know he feels bad about not reading them)

- he isn’t on his phone often so most of the time your texts don’t get answered for hours

- it’s kinda fun that way though because after a while you just start sending him long text threads and it’s like talking to yourself

- when he does respond it’s with something like “you look like you had fun there” (after that he’ll apologize for not seeing it and then ask if you had anything else about the book that you wanted to tell him about AWEHISHFNF)

- very good listener!! he’ll try and have a genuine conversation about the book even if he hasn’t read it (like if you want to talk about how you think the plot doesn’t work, he will either support you or give you valid reasons that sparks constructive conversation)

- will absolutely never see the texts you send at 1AM (until the morning) because he always passes out before 11PM

- will see them in the morning and will text back “well good morning to me”

- he has absolutely no clue what you’re talking about in the texts but tries his hardest to be supportive

- cuddling while you’re reading happens nearly every single time you’re together

- is very stressed from dealing with his volleyball children so he’ll more than happily sit on the couch and cuddle with you as you read

- sometimes he falls asleep while you cuddle and you just snuggle into him and it’s so cute

AKAASHI.

- THIS LITTLE SHIT

- man oh man he loves acting like a smart ass whenever you text him about your books

- you’ll be like “my favorite character just died!!” and he’ll be like “well tell them to not die then wtf”

- will stay up late texting you about your book though because he’s most likely reading it with you so you two can bounce ideas off of each other

- if you like a character that he hates he will not hesitate to start a debate about why you shouldn’t like that character (full one page of reasons. this man takes his opinions very seriously)

- if you’re together at his house or something and you start yelling at your book he’ll be like “y/n don’t hurt its feelings.”

- you momentarily pause your yelling to deadpan him

- he stares right back

- “just be nice.” (you’re like BWAH???)

- HE ALSO YELLS AT HIS BOOKS THOUGH

- it’s uncommon but it does happen

- if you’re both reading or you’re doing homework and he’s reading, he’ll slam the book shut and yell about how stupid this character is (and when i mean yell, i mean yell)

- and if he doesn’t like the ending of something he will rant for days and you’ll have to remind him to take a breath

- he gets so hyped up from reading books it’s so cute

- will read with you when you cuddle read (does that make sense??? like when you cuddle with him while reading)

- will mumble things under his breath while you’re both reading but you’re on his lap so you can hear everything and you just laugh

- one time he mumbled “stupid bitch just fucking die already” to this character he hated

- you had to put down the book because you were laughing so hard

[misora-msby]

night drive

rating : mature

word count : 1.9k

themes : fluff, fwb, mutual pining, implied sex, drug use (alcohol and marijuana)

notes : originally from my ao3, thought i might post it here as well :) // you can kinda imagine this is an au where atsumu’s not doing volleyball in college because this dude would definitely take care of his body better than this as an athlete lmfao

miya 🤢 : “im driving over rn. be ready in 10?”

You grimaced slightly. Atsumu always did this; he’d text late at night, insisting to meet up without giving you much of a choice.

“bitch it’s so late and i literally just finished my assignment gimme a break”

Your reply was read and within a few seconds you received a reply;

miya 🤢 : “Sorry! I’m driving right now and will reply later.”

An annoyed groan escaped you at the use of the automatic reply function. You knew he definitely read the message. It was just like Tsumu to do this.

Throwing on a light cardigan and applying a bit of lip gloss, you grabbed your phone and a little tin box you always brought along on your drives with Atsumu. After stuffing them into the pockets of your sweatpants, you double checked your appearance in the full length mirror by the door. A spray of perfume was used and you slipped on a comfy pair of sneakers before exiting the flat to wait at the entrance of the building.

As promised, Atsumu arrived and you got into the passenger seat of the car. It was a little messy and you had to dust off some crumbs on the seat but it smelt just of him and the cologne he loved to use.

“You gotta stop doing this. Especially the impromptu texting.” you muttered, leaning back in the seat as he began driving.

“But ya always agree to it anyways. And as promised, I never do it on a Tuesday, Friday, or Sunday night, just like ya asked.” he hummed while giving the smirk you hated but loved. And as much as you hated to agree, he was right.

Six months ago, you two had been set up on a blind date with each other by some friends. Miya Atsumu, known as a notorious flirt all his life, and you, a regular student just looking for a change in life. The date itself didn’t go too well but the sex that followed was incredible and so you two had continued with this agreement for the past half year.

And here you were now; on a drive to someplace out of town, a packet of cigarettes to share in the cupholder while the little tin in your pocket contained something a little stronger to smoke. And not to forget the cooler in the backseat which most likely contained at least two bottles of beer.

“Fine… you’re right.” you sighed, crossing your arms as you kept your eyes on the road to try and guess where you two were driving.

“Hey, doll. Light me a cig, would ya?” Atsumu asked. As always, you pulled out the stick of tobacco from the packet and lit it before passing it to him. He took a long draw on it before rolling down the window to breathe it out.

“I don’t get how you’re still so fuckin’ handsome after all the ciggies and drinks you take.” you muttered while taking the cigarette from his hand to have your own draw of it.

“Same goes to you, doll.”

“... T-Thanks.” you muttered while reaching back to grab a beer from his cooler.

Neither of you saw it but there may have been the slightest flush on both of your cheeks.

After that, the drive was silent for half an hour, save for the soft R&B that played and the occasional humming from Atsumu. It was always like this, and somehow the two of you had grown to like it. As much as you complained over and over about it, you enjoyed it. Enjoyed the thrill, the sex, the debauchery, and strangely, the company.

“This place looks good.” his smooth voice hummed while turning into a forest. It was dark and a little scary with how cramped it felt with the towering trees, but your pride refused to let him know that. Plus, you knew you wouldn’t be thinking about it for much longer. He parked his car in a decent spot and unfastened his seatbelt before turning to face you who was just a little drowsy from the beer you had. “There’s a real pretty place I wanna go in there. But first…” Atsumu’s eyes looked darker than ever as he placed a hand on your thigh.

No words had to be said before lips were locked and soft moans were pulled from your lips. It only took a few more seconds before you were both scrambling into the backseat, with him pushing you down onto your back as he grinded his strong hips into your more delicate self. The kiss ensued, though at this point it was hard to call it a kiss as it seemed more like a battle between lips. He groaned softly as he felt your fingers entangle themselves in his blond locks.

The two of you pulled away for a second to gaze into each other’s eyes, dark with lust and passion.

“You taste like beer,” he chuckled while wiping off a little bit of saliva from the corner of your lips with his thumb. His touch was strangely soft, contrasting the way he had kissed you just seconds before.

“Yeah? You taste like nicotine.” you replied with a slight grin on your face. He replicated that smile, a rare sight from him, before resuming your kiss.

* ･ ゜ﾟ ･ * : . ｡ . . ｡ . : * • * : . ｡ . . ｡ . : * ･ ゜ﾟ ･ *

“Think you can walk over to that place I was talkin’ ‘bout?” Atsumu asked while pulling his sweatpants back up.

“Hmm… I don’t know, you were pretty rough tonight. You might have to carry me,” you laughed while putting your own clothes back on.

The man rolled his eyes, though there was the slightest hint of endearing in them as he took the blunt you had half finished smoking earlier and lit it himself, leaning back in the seat a bit. 

As he did so, he glanced over at you - hair messy and strands stuck to your brow from the sweat, your clothes were in a disarray, and marks he had left on your skin covered your neck and collarbones. It gave him a weird feeling to look upon you, like a sort of strange pride. Whether it was because he had given you that messy look, or because he was just proud of you in general, he didn’t know.

“No way, I’m tired too,” Atsumu scoffed and redirected his gaze out of the open window for a second before looking at you. His eyes softened slightly at the pout on your lips before he sighed, “Fine, I’ll do it. Help carry the drinks.”

He opened the door and carefully carried you out in a princess carry before kicking the door shut and beginning to walk. His steps were a little uneven and shaky as he was just slightly intoxicated.

As he carried you, you looked up at him, eyes tracing his sharp jawline and his blond hair. There were bags under his eyes and the scent of sex and everything you two were consuming today mixed into the cologne he wore with his natural scent. Somehow, it was still attractive.

“You’re hot.” The words left you in a whisper without you even realising it. Atsumu looked down and nearly stopped walking for a moment before laughing as he continued to walk.

“You’ve got the weirdest fuckin’ timing. But yeah, I know that.” he replied before setting you down a little later.

“Where are we?” you raised a brow at him, still holding onto his arm.

“Just take a look, would ya?”

Tearing away your gaze from his handsome self to look at the sight before you, you gasped softly.

You stood near the edge of a cliff, just beyond the fence-like barrier, there were paddy fields and the occasional farmhouse providing a small source of light. It was a pretty normal sight, but upon closer inspection, you could see the reflection of the night’s stars in the water of the fields. The twinkling stars shone in pitch blackness, undeterred by the city lights you were used to. The moon looked brighter than ever too. A cool wind blew past your face, refreshing it after the stuffy feeling of having sex in Atsumu’s backseat, carrying the faint scent of spring on it.

“You know, I think being here would feel so much better if I didn’t have your cum in me.”

“Shut the fuck up and enjoy it. You asked for it anyways.”

Atsumu flicked your forehead lightly before pulling you closer to the edge and sitting down on a log, looking out over the fields and up at the sparkling sky.

“Happy 6 months.”

“Tsumu, I don’t think anyone celebrates a fuckbuddy anniversary.”

“Eh, whatever. Fuck and drink buddy.”

“...well uh, happy anniversary!”

“Happy anniversary, doll.”

The two of you looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, slightly dazed expressions on your faces before breaking out into giggles.

“Oh! Right!” you passed him a bottle of beer and opened your own with a spare coin in your pocket. “Cheers!” you clinked your bottle against his before drinking about a third of it.

“Cheers.” Atsumu replied and took his own large gulp of the drink.

You leaned against him the moment he moved the bottle away from his lips. His muscular arm, strengthened by years of playing volleyball made him rather comfortable to lean against. You hummed an unfamiliar tune before sighing in content.

Atsumu looked down at you resting against him. He could get used to this. He realised that lately he had been opting to stay the night after the fun you had together. Whether the time contained pillowtalk or it was just falling asleep in silence, he enjoyed it. Atsumu enjoyed being around you.

You enjoyed it too. People often claimed the blond was an ass but you knew better. There were nights when after you two had sex, the worries of the day or week would catch up to you and you’d end up crying to him. It was awkward at first but he slowly got used to it and eventually would comfort you with food he ordered or a few words of encouragement. (“Yeah it’s that bitch’s fault, go fuck her up.” was probably the most commonly said thing). As the nights passed, you found yourself wanting to spend more and more time with him.

“Hey… the sun’s coming up.” Atsumu said, making you finally look up from your silence. You hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep on him for a bit. 

As you narrowed your eyes and looked over the fields and fields of crops, you noticed he was right. The first rays of sunlight could be seen peeking over the landscape, bringing light to the sky.

“Woah… it’s pretty.” you whispered in awe.

Atsumu looked over and studied your features for a few seconds. The way your eyes sparkled and was lit by the early morning sunshine, the way your hair bounced just a little as the wind blew, and the way your feet tapped quietly on the dirt in tired excitement. He didn’t want to admit it but he realised he might’ve been falling for you for a while now.

“Thanks for bringing me here. I love it.” you grinned up at him. At the man who you hadn’t realised you had fallen for weeks ago.

“Yeah,” he replied, and in a voice just barely audible to the two of you, he whispered, “and I love you.”

This moment seemed like a perfect time to properly ask you to be his, but he figured he would just let you two enjoy it in silence for a little longer.

[hatsukeii]

One where y/n has been obviously in love with Tsuki since they were kids and not afraid to show it, but he’s always been lowkey mean to her and thinks she’s annoying and then finally years later she decides he’s not a nice guy and let’s him know she’s fine with all that crap and then he realizes he’s falling for her and does something really sweet for her and they fall in love? 😭😭🥺👉🏻👈🏻 ty in advance. Sorry if this is too long or specific, if it is, feel free to ignore

I genuinely hope you didn’t think I would actually ignore this<33

IM SORRY IM A MASTER PROCRASTINATOR ILY ALL AND YOU ALL DESERVE AN APOLOGY FROM ME

Dear diary//Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Cursing

Genre: Angst??? I guess???

Summary: He’s an ass, but you still love him to bits, and it’s killing you.

July 16, 2008

Dear Diary,

I got to play with Tsukki again! He had his dino with him, it was super cute! He told me his front teeth came off last night, and there’s a big hole in his teeth, but it’s okay, because he said it will grow back. I tried to hold his hand while going down the twin slides but he said it was sweaty, so next time I’ll wear gloves!

You flip through the hot pink diary, cringing at your young infatuation. Your diary entries were cringey as fuck, but they always rekindle something within you whenever you read them. You can’t even remember when you stopped writing in the book. Was it when you turned 10? Maybe 12? You don’t have a single clue.

April 30, 2011

Dear Diary,

Tsukki refused to marry me in the playground at break:(( I’ve known him for so long though, aren’t we supposed to get married? I just wanna hold his hand and hug him and give him a biiiiig kiss<33

Chuckling at the memory, you recalled the event from that entry clearly. You were seven years old only, still an immature kid. You still thought that getting married in a middle school playground was a huge milestone in life, almost as crucial as a legal marriage.

May 29, 2016

Dear Diary,

Love how Tsukki didn’t even remember my birthday:,) Must be nice getting made fun of. Half the students in my class felt my second hand embarrassment from when he completely forgot about it. God, why am I even in love with this asshole? I’m gonna have to go to school tomorrow and deal with all my classmates making fun of me for being hopeless. Brb, currently digging a hole for myself:)

Frowning at the memory, you think back to when you were twelve. He was an asshole then, still is an asshole to this day. And yet not an ounce of your unconditional love and support for him has faded. Grabbing a tissue, you wipe the remaining tears from your eyes, ignoring the dried tear stains on your cheek. Your hand slams onto the bedside table, lazily feeling for your phone. Tilting it towards your face, you sigh at the empty lock screen, accepting defeat. Flicking through the rest of the book, you are welcomed by pages and pages of white. “So that’s when I gave up on this diary...” you mutter to yourself as you lift yourself up from your bed. Heading towards your desk, you absentmindedly grab yourself a pen, notebook in hand. Slamming the diary down, you open it up to the next entry page after your last one, gently placing the tip of your pen on the first line. You grab your hair out of frustration, the ink bleeding into the thin paper. “What to do, what to do...?” You mumble, starting to form sentences in your notebook.

July 17, 2020

Dear Diary,

It’s been a while hasn’t it? Holy shit, all my entries were about Tsukki weren’t they? Jesus, of course they were. At least I was able to get it off my chest this afternoon. Telling him that I’ve been in love with him for years, that was fucking terrifying. Telling him that although I know he’s an ass, an animatronic dick complete with ballsack, that won’t stop me from falling harder, it was gut wrenching, but also relieving to a certain degree. I’m still waiting for some form of response, although I’m not sure I’m gonna get one anytime soon. I can’t decide whether telling him was the dumbest or bravest decision I’ve made. Maybe it was both. Just wait until I look back on this entry like a decade later and still cry about it lmao. Tbh he’s a genuinely nice person at heart. I know that all too well. He may be an ass most the time, and he may think I’m annoying, but despite how hard he tries to push me away, I’ll never abandon him. Jesus Christ, I sound like a yandere here, but it’s not that. It’s that I care for him a lot. Maybe even a bit too much. It’s ridiculous how absolute and utter shit a crush can make you feel.

Throwing the pen down, you flop back onto your bed, huffing into the thick blankets. You stay silent, not sure of what to think of the situation. “I’ll just deal with it all tomorrow, I’m tired of this shit.”

On the other side of the incident, Tsukishima is currently going through a mental crisis.

The blond sits at his desk, eyes unwavering, but focusing on nothing. It feels as if he hasn’t blinked in what seemed to be hours. Just hours of staring at his wall that led to nothing. Your confession plays in his head nonstop, like a broken record that refused to run out of battery.

“The thing is I like you. I’m pretty sure I always have. And I know that you’re such an asshole and all that, you won’t treat me as well as people would expect, but it’s fine. I’m fine with all that. All the dumb, stupid, careless insults you’ll throw at me, the side eyes and sneers, telling me to shut up and go away, I’m fine with it. I know you’re a good person, and that’s all that matters to me.”

“Well shit what the fuck do you want me to say?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

Maybe he should have let you down slowly.

But as he stares at his wall, the photos of the two of you framed and balanced on his floating shelves, he starts to reconsider his feelings.

The way your expression faltered then as you hastily took your bag and rushed away without a single word, the way you avoided him in the halls, the way you stopped talking to him throughout the day, it drove him crazy. He couldn’t handle the realisation that he hurt you so incredibly badly, so now all he can do is stare at his empty, blank wall. Did he know why he felt that way? No. He didn’t and still doesn’t. He’s Tsukishima fucking Kei, the emotionless, provoking, unlikeable king, yet a mere girl is somehow able to mess with his mind so badly, that all he can do is wallow in regret and confusion? What is this weird feeling? His throat itches, his heart is beating like crazy, sweat starting to gather around his temples. He clamps his two hands together, slamming his forehead onto them and squeezing his eyes shut.

How could I have been so dense?

How was he unable to see that you were absolutely in love with him? Even with the bento boxes, birthday gifts, constant compliments, he still only ever thought you liked him as a friend. However he never did. He likes you more than that. Way more. Yes, he thought, and still thinks you can be annoying at times, especially when you nag at him about not eating enough or being rude, but it was undeniable that there was something else he felt. But his stupid ass shitty ego would never let him admit it. And now that you finally confessed, he freaked out and fucked up. Even then, he didn’t think it would affect him to this extent.

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you (Y/N).”

He says that over and over again, desperate to cloud out the disagreeing thoughts in his head that scream otherwise.

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you.”

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you.”

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you.”

The guilt didn’t go away.

In fact, now that he’s said all that, he feels even worse. Oh how much he wants to find you right this second, wrap you in his arms, tell you how incredibly sorry he is, but he can’t. He doesn’t deserve to do that. His heart is begging for him to just get out of the house and run to yours as fast as he could, but his body won’t move. He wants to cry. Scream. Shout. Throw something. Shatter something. But most of all, he wants to get another chance.

Picking up his phone, he hesitates, before typing in your contact, the cleared out, empty chatroom showing up on his screen. Going as fast as his fingers could, he typed out the one sentence he’s been dying to let out.

“It was a middle school crush, but I’m still into you. I always have been.”

Is it just me, or is this bad-

Idk man it seems like all my fics are pretty much the same and I hate it😌

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I’m back to writing lmao I’m bored in two week quarantine rn

Edit: cue me realising I was half asleep and missed something in the request don’t be surprised if I repost this💀💀💀💀

Btw the hq manga just ended time to cry

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[flamingo-writes]

Stay — Gyro Zepelli x Fem!Reader

Gyro x Fem!Reader — Staying in for the Holidays Headcanons.

Modern!AU in which you're stuck for the hollidays with one if your roommates. The pandemic is the perfect excuse to not leave the dorms.

A/N: not me projecting myself and my family issues. Another story written in headcannons bcs I’m too lazy to make an actual fic out of this. 

Requests closed, unless it’s Gyro requests because I’m in love with this guy and going through Gyro Brainrot rn. 

You'd been stuck almost an entire year with Johnny and Gyro. But that was okay, you could never get bored with those two around.

Johnny decided to go back home for a few days for the holidays, mostly to time a break from the small apartment. Spend some quality time with his family his horse. 

"You sure you guys don't want to come home with me?" Johnny asked. 

"I'm sorry, Johnny, I don't feel like socializing with people I don't know" you said.

"Ain't got much money, man. And I gotta save it for next month's rent..."  Gyro answered. 

So you stayed with Gyro.

"Arent you going back home either?" Gyro asked.

"My family gives me anxiety...plus, I don't want to leave you alone. I rather spend  Christmas and New Year's with you than with them”

"Aw, doll...It'd be a pleasure to spend the holidays with you" He said feeling touched by your words even though he didn’t quite show it.

You didn't do much on Christmas. Your Christmas dinner consisted of take out, lots and lots of beer, and also cheap wine, because you still felt like staying fancy, even if it was for a bit.

You then started watching cheesy Christmas movies while being slowly absorbed by the couch.

Gyro and you were very close friends, to the point where cuddling with him didn't feel weird. He was warm, the apartment was chilly, and he'd absentmindedly run his hands through your hair a lot.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought of him in other ways. Sure, he was your friend, and sure, he was handsome, flirty, and most girls in campus were after him. In the beginning, you werent any different, but when ypu became roommates, you saw him in a new light.

He became your friend.

Spending more time with him due to the pandemic made your friendship with both Johnny and Gyro stronger. You never really thought the three of you would become so close.

Also, being the flirty, attractive guy he was, he constantly brought girls over the night. This became a common occurrence, and Johnny and you no longer gave a shit whenever you came across some half naked lady anywhere in the apartment.

Those romantic and horny feelings for him were gone.

At least until Christmas eve. Spending the night cuddled together, drinking and watching dumb movies felt so intimate and perfect.

Possibly the best Christmas Eve ever since family dinners made you so uncomfortable.

You two fell asleep on the couch. At least for a few hours.

After you woke up, you decided to wake Gyro as well.

"Dude, lets go to bed, or we're gonna wake up all stiff and in pain..." you muttered.

"Ah, can I ask you for possibly the most embarrassing favor ever?" Gyro murmured.

"What is it?"

"Listen, I've been so touch starved the whole pandemic, and cuddling with someone felt so nice..."

"Oh god, do you want me to sleep with you?"

"No funny business, I promise" He said. "Unless, you want me to, doll" He winked, going back to being his flirty self.

Gyro slept in your room that night. The two of you cuddled in your bed, since your room was the warmest.

What a night.

Neither of you had slept so good in so long.

The next few days weren't any different. Throughout the day, each of you would do your own thigs, at night, you'd watch movies, cuddled together. Then go to bed, also together. You'd wake up snuggled next to each other, rinse and repeat.

It was like that throughout the entire week.

The first few nights cuddling with Gyro felt...weird. But you grew fond of your new habit.

That was until December 30, 5 days after your tradition of sleeping together began.

While still lying in bed in the morning, just talking the two of you, one thing left to the other, and then, Gyro was kissing you.

It was far more gentle than you'd imagined. His lips felt hypnotizing, they were tender, gentle and breathtaking. Pinned underneath him, as the two of you explored each other's bodies for the first time.

It was absolute bliss.

It hit you in that moment, that over the course of the week, you'd been slowly developing feelings for him. And so did he.

"I think, I'm falling for you" He breathed between kisses.

Needless to say, that day you barely left your room.

Round after round, the two of you became addicted to each other.

Johnny returned to the dorm, on January 2nd. And he came back to learn about your new relationship with Gyro.

"Jesus, I leave you alone for a week, and you two fucked like bunnies?"

"Yes" Gyro admitted shamelessly as you slapped his arm embarassed.

However, Gyro was so in love. He'd fallen head over heels in the span of a week.

And even when he came off as a play boy, he truly was a gentle and tender boyfriend.

Gyro wasn't someone who usually had his heart in his sleeve. And he never really showed his soft side to any of the girls he'd take over the night.

But you? Oh, you knew you were seeing a sweet and vulnerable side of him. And god, it was so beart warming. You found yourself falling more and more with him with each day.

Johnny didn't realy feel like the third wheel. In fact, he wasn't exactly surprised when he found out you two were dating. It kinda made sense to him that you'd eventually fall for each other.

He still thought how cute it was to witness the whole evolution you two had. From stangers, roommates, best friends, and now a couple.

Johnny made so many "And they were roommates..." jokes.

[violentshine]

Fireheart Medic AU? If you dont mind, could I ask about it? :O

OH YEA !!

if u want to send like specific asks about it pls do

here's a sum of the au though (

it's very long sorry </3

SO! I always thought it was weird for Firestar to have such a strong connection to Starclan and like not even tell anyone about it so that's how this au was birthed

In Twolegplace, a young cat, Rusty gets these very vivid dreams of being in the forest, feeling the breeze blow across his fur, smelling scents he has never encountered before, he talks to his friend Smudge about it but doesn't really get any where until Smudge says to him about the dangers of going out into the forest (Smudge: Oh yea the forest, don't go in there i heard it's very dangerous and spooky. Rusty: I'm going into the forest.)

Meanwhile, in the clans, it's practically the same as canon until the prophecy; either Spottedleaf gets a dream about it or has it during her talk with Bluestar but it goes like this. Spottedleaf is going through herbs (or she sees a bright light coming from the medic if she's not in it) and she sees this flame by her herbs and her first reaction is to put it out before realizing that it's a dream. And instead of the fire burning the herbs, it's just sitting by them, not harming them, Spottedleaf may even say it looks like the herbs look fresher. She comes to the conclusion that the fire resembles something, or, some cat. Fire doesn't belong in the medicine cat's den, let alone a clan. Hmm..

Fast forward to the Graypaw meets Rusty scenario and when Bluestar and Lionheart come in. Rusty explains to Bluestar about the dreams he has about being in the forest and how real they feel, Lionheart brushes it off saying it would be normal for a kittypet to dream about being free in the forest from being an enclosed space all the time. But Bluestar asks for Rusty to explain more about his dreams and he ends up describing things like the Great Sycamore, the ravine and possibly Sunningrocks. Bluestar asks if Rusty is interested in joining the clan and tells him to meet here in the morning if he is. Then her patrol leaves. Lionheart voices his concern about that kittypet being a spy, especially from Riverclan with everything that's been going on between the two clans but Bluestar tells him it's impossible for them to know about the ravine since no Riverclan cat has seen it (based off the other clans not knowing about the other clan's camp and stuff) but she'll keep a close eye on him if he shows again.

Instead of sending Whitestorm & Lionheart to bring Rusty back to camp if he came, she sends Redtail & Spottedleaf. Bluestar also tells Spottedleaf she thinks this could be the fire in her dreams, since it makes sense. A fire doesn't belong in the clans nor does a kittypet.

Rusty joins of course and during the walk back to camp, Spottedleaf asks him about his dreams, anything else he saw or any cat he could describe (not sure if he saw any cats though).

He doesn't have his fight with Longtail because he doesn't need to prove himself, him showing the courage to join the clan is enough (words from Redtail- who also stops to fight Longtail wants to start). Bluestar announces that Rusty-now Firepaw- will be training as a medicine cat under Spottedleaf which of course isn't well received but Bluestar makes it clear that if anyone is against Firepaw joining the clan, they are against the word of their leader, which shuts them down quick.

Firepaw and Graypaw are still friends in this AU but they aren't that close since Firepaw is in the medic den the majority of the time but they catch up time to time. Ravenpaw is also a close friend and I think I'll put in some GrayRaven later.

Sometime after, Firepaw is out collecting herbs when he encounters a rouge who saves him from a fox or something. Firepaw won't let the rouge (Yellowfang) hunt on Thunderclan's territory but he'll treat her wounds for her. Yellowfang doesn't want him to but she can barely use her hind leg so Firepaw treats her with the herbs he was supposed to collect for the clan. Bluestar and her patrol consisting of Tigerclaw, Darkstripe, Willowpelt & uh Graypaw I think (or he joins later) finds Firepaw treating the rouge and demands to know why he's 'wasting' herbs on a rouge (words of Tigerclaw & Darkstripe). Bluestar soon recognizes the rouge as Yellowfang, medic of Shadowclan and asks her what she's doing but Yellowfang doesn't give a clear answer so Bluestar tells the patrol they've got a Shadowclan prisoner on their paws & take her back to camp. Darkstripe also says, sarcastically, that it's a good thing it's greenleaf (or newleaf idk) where herbs are plentiful because Starclan knows that kittypet would still waste herbs on an outsider instead of his clan.

Back at the camp Bluestar tells the news about Windclan's disappearance as well as their own prisoner, Yellowfang, and since Firepaw was so eager to help her earlier, he'll be her main caretaker.

Sometime after Redtail's death (I'm not sure if the battle which kills him should happen before or after yellowfang arrivals) Firepaw starts getting dreams of Redtail at Sunningrocks. Redtail is clearly trying to tell him something but Firepaw can't make out anything of it. The whole dream is weird and blurry and only clears up when he's about to wake up. After many failed tries to try to stay asleep for the dream to clear up, he tells Spottedleaf about it and thinks the best option would be to spend the night at Sunningrocks. Spottedleaf (and Yellowfang) are very confused as to why he would come to that conclusion and Yellowfang puts in that the moonstone exists to talk to Starclan for a reason. But Firepaw insists on doing it his way because if it's something that could wait for the half-moon meeting, then why send him a dream now ? So Spottedleaf gives him permission and tells Bluestar about it. Firepaw sleeps at Sunningrocks (or near it because I'm like pretty sure the rocks belong to Riverclan rn ?) and Redtail shows up, clearly. He tells Firepaw that he honestly didn't think it would work but quickly gets to the reason for showing up. The story of this death is flawed, it's not the truth. A cat, maybe more know the truth but the chance of either saying anything is very slim. So he's going to have to poke around and reveal the truth, then the dream ends. Well, he's woken up by Graypaw who was told to bring him back to camp. Firepaw tells Spottedleaf about the dream but they can't really do anything

Fast forward to Clawface break-in. Spottedleaf goes to check the nursery and gets attacked and when her body is discovered as well as the missing kits, panic arises. Lionheart sees Spottedleaf first and thinks she's dead but then her eyes open and she gasps for breath. Lionheart tries to ask her what happened but she can't really talk. Some cat says Yellowfang is missing and Spottedleaf repeats her name but it's misheard by Dustpaw and he says that Yellowfang is the one who attacked Spottedleaf but before Spottedleaf can say anything (if she could that is) Firepaw is let through to treat her.

While Spottedleaf is stabilized, Bluestar comes into the den and asks Firepaw if she thinks Yellowfang would do something like this. Firepaw firmly says no and that there has to be a valid reason why she left. Spottedleaf is awoken and Bluestar asks her if she can say anything, but Spottedleaf's throat is too injured for her to talk so she can't. Firepaw however gets an idea and goes to get too small stones and places them in front of Spottedleaf. One stone for 'yes' another for 'no', and tells Bluestar to asks quesiton that can be answered with a yes or no. So she does and the first is if Yellowfang attacked her, Spottedleaf touches the 'no' stone. Bluestar voices her confusions on who when Spottedleaf gets an idea. She slides out a claw and points it at Firepaw's face. Bluestar is still very confused and thinks she means Firepaw but Spottedleaf slaps the 'no' stone again and does the claw to face motion again until Bluestar mutters the words 'claw face' and Spottedleaf slaps the 'yes' stone. Bluestar understands now and goes out to explain to the clan. The scene Bluestar sees outside is Sandpaw arguing with some cat (og was going to be lionheart but iirc he's dead rn) about not letting her leave camp to save her kin (or siblings idk who should be Sandpaw's parents).

And uh that's where the path ends rn

Though there is another scene when Firepaw asks Ravenpaw about the battle but Ravenpaw doesn't tell him and sort of snaps at him to leave him alone. Which just convinces Firepaw that oh yeah something weird happened during that battle that wasn't just the deputy's death.

Other than Redtail's quarrel with Starclan in my previous post nothing else is developed. I could talk about Spottedleaf's quick therapy session with Sandpaw but 1) I don't want to make this post longer than it is & 2) I don't know how to have as Sandpaw's parents and the conversation is like dependent on Redtail being her father but idk if I want him to be her father so </3

[pink-imagines]

pillow talk

part 3

request: okay so a lot of people write about izuku as being very shy and nervous, which is true rn but imagine him as a hero?? what i’m trying to say is: imagine a one night stand with prohero!izuku and his pillow talk game is STRONG! and maybe the morning after too? i just want to see that fluffy haired boy be confident because DAMN! that would look very nice on him ;) thank you!!

a/n: i just wanted to write some normal daily activities with this mans because he deserves it and i do too.

warnings: slight angst, if you squint

masterlist

part 1 | part 2

Damn it, you were falling in love again.

It had gone a few months since you started dating Izuku. Neither of you had made it official or told anyone. You did your best to avoid paparazzi when you two were together, one time you went as far as to walk into a store... which you a few seconds after found out was a mens underwear store. That didn’t happen often, though. Most of the time you spent your time together at either his or your apartment. Even that didn’t happen often, since Izuku’s work often got in the way. You couldn’t complain though, could you? It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend... he wasn’t obliged to spend time with you. No... you two were just dating.

Your friends had started catching on that you had found someone. On your nights out with the girls you actually stayed with them the entire night and always went home by yourself.

“It’s so unlike you.”, one of them had said.

“Well, maybe I’ve changed.”, you had shrugged and tried to keep calm.

“I bet it’s a boy...”, another friend had giggled.

“No... I-...”, you had sighed.

“It is a boy!”, they had laughed

And it was a boy, you couldn’t lie to them like that. So of course you told them... but that only made them want to meet this mysterious man even more.

That night you talked with Izuku about it. You were laying next to him in his bed. It was the night before his day off, which happened every once in a while and when they did you’d usually spend it like this. There was something about feeling his skin against yours that made you feel so safe and warm, maybe the heat had to do something about the activity you just did... but that doesn’t really matter. The soft sheets were a plus too, Izuku nearly always made sure to have new clean sheets for these days. Though he’d try to deny it.

“My friends wants to meet you.”, you muttered softly as you played with his hair.

“Oh really?”, he chuckled, “Did you tell them about us?” He softly traced figures on your bare back, it felt like absolute heaven and you had to remind yourself to speak.

“More like they dragged it out of me...”, you sighed, “... they’re surprised that I don’t... that I actually spend our nights out with them and don’t go home with someone else.” A laugh erupted from his chest and you hid your flustered face in the crook of his neck. 

“Don’t laugh at me...”, you muttered.

“I’m sorry, honey...”, he let out a last chuckle, “... don’t hide from me...” You peaked at him to see him pouting and trying to give you the best puppy eyes he could muster. You looked up at him again and held his head in your hands.

“You’re too beautiful to hide away...”, he muttered softly, “... and if your friends want to meet me, then I’ll do it as long as you want me to.” But you didn’t even know if you wanted them to meet him. You were scared to even just admit that you actually loved him.

“I want to... but it’s just that... I’m scared about how they’d react.”, you admitted.

“What do you mean?”, he looked at you so innocently it made your stomach turn.

“It’s been a while since I was like this.”, you whispered, “And to be honest it scares me a bit.”

“Scares you?”, he grinned, “I’m a hero, you’ve got nothing to be scared about.”

“Izuku...”, you said in a warning tone.

“Sorry, sorry...”, he chuckled, “In all seriousness, though, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. We can stay hidden like this until your comfortable.”

“But I don’t want to hide when I’m with you.”, you just really wanted to say it but it was like the words were stuck in your throat.

“Then what do you want, sweetheart?”, he asked patiently.

“I... I want to... I don’t know.”, you groaned and rolled over to the other side, now laying with your back against him.

“Y/N...”, he sighed.

“I should take a shower...”, you sat up and looked back at him. The sight nearly killed you. Izuku was laying on the side, his usual smile was now a frown and his eyes were filled with hurt.

“I’m really sorry, Izuku.”, you whispered before walking towards his bathroom.

While in the shower you were able to clear your mind.

I want to tell him that I love him. I want to be with him. What’s stopping me? Why do I have this weird feeling in my stomach? I know he’ll never hurt me... so why am I still scared?

A part of you really just wanted him to say it first. Then again, that wouldn’t be very fair. You couldn’t just wait for him to do everything. And when the time came around, would you be able to say it back? When you walked back out from the shower, a towel wrapped around your form as you pushed back your still damp hair. Izuku was laying with his back against you, a sigh escaped your lips and you walked towards him. This was supposed to be his day off, the day you’d actually be able to spend with him... and you had just ruined it. You sat down on the bed beside him and pushed back his green curls from his forehead.

“Why does it have to be so hard to say three damn words?”, you muttered.

He can’t hear me right now though...

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek bones, where your lips lingered even if it was for just a second.

“I love you.”, you whispered softly as you slowly pulled away. A new kind of warmth filled your chest as you said so. The thought of actually being able to say it made you feel a little bit better. You took off your towel and dropped it on the floor so that you could get into bed next to him. You pressed your chest against his back and wrapped your arms around his waist. As if nothing happened, you fell asleep... not knowing that Izuku had heard everything.

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, but it didn’t take you long to hear the shower running. You sat up and pulled the sheets up to your chest... the towel you had left on the floor wasn’t there anymore. I shouldn’t have left it there...

The shower turned off and you heard Izuku walking around in the bathroom, probably getting himself ready for the day. Should I leave? I feel like I’ve cause enough trouble...

“Good morning, love.”, Izuku peaked his head through the door to the bedroom.

“‘Morning.”, you smiled softly, “Did you sleep alright?”

“Oh, just fine.”, he answered and walked in to get some clothes, “How about you?”

“I slept alright.”, you watched as he put on his clothes; boxers, sweatpants... and then he started rummaging through his drawer with shirts.

“I’m guessing you want this.”, he grinned and threw you one of his hoodies, the one that was your favorite. You had some of your own clothes at his apartment, but you were still wearing his when you got the chance.

“Thank you.”, you giggled and pulled it over your head. When you looked back up at him your face turned red. Izuku had looked through the part of his drawer where you put some of your stuff.

“Why don’t you wear these for me?”, he held up a pair of your lingerie underwear, the pink, lacy ones.

“Izuku!”, you squeaked, “Put those back!” He chuckled as he knealt down by the bed, now in eye-level with your stomach. He held the underwear up while leaning on his elbows.

“You look so damn cute in this, though.”, he pouted, “For me, baby?”

“They’re too nice for every day wear.”, you argued.

“Fine...”, he sighed and threw them away, “I like you better without any at all, anyways.” Izuku pounced on you, making you fall down on the bed and letting him get on top of you. His right knee between your legs and his elbows leaning on either side of your head. You wanted to say you loved him, you wanted to say it so bad... still, that clump in your throat stopped you.

“I...”, you started but was interupted by Izuku’s lips.

“We should go make some breakfast.”, he muttered against your lips.

On these kinds of mornings you were in charge of making coffee as Izuku made breakfast. Pancakes, much like the day you two met. It was usually what he made when you two were together. The two of you did this as if it was a planned routine by now.

“Taste.”, you gave him a cup, half full with coffee.

“Never been better.”, he smiled lovingly after he had tasted it. You let out a chuckle. He said that every time you did this together. You finished everything up and put the kettle of coffee on the table along with two cups. Soon after Izuku placed the pancakes on the table aswell. You sat in silence, listening to the rain smattering against the window. From time to time you’d sneak glances at each other and let out a few chuckles. Nothing was really funny, it was just the reaction from staring each other in the eyes for too long. Sometimes one of you’d make a silly face and then the other would reply by making another silly face. But when Izuku would look away for a while, out the window, was probably your favorite. There was something about being able to really take in his appearance and not have him stare back that felt so calming. Yeah, you’d see him on TV a lot and obviously he didn’t look back at you then... but in person was so much better. In real life you could see all the imperfections that made him so perfect. Your  favorite way to do this was when you for once woke up before him, and the sun shined on his skin so softly and perfect. Wrinkles, smile lines, scars, blemishes... they all made him himself. And he was real. And he was yours. Yours. Was he? Did he see himself as yours?

“What’s up?”, he asked as he took another bite of his pancake. You had been staring for too long and he had noticed. You looked back down on your plate and pushed around the pancake with your fork.

“You’re pretty.”, you peered at him through your lashes. This seemed to take him off guard, as he started choking on his food and started coughing.

“I’m sorry- what?”, he laughed between coughs.

“I said you’re pretty.”, you shrugged with a smile playing on your lips, “It’s no big deal.” You gave him a teasing look as you took a bite of your breakfast.

“You’re pretty damn beautiful yourself.”, he smiled as you started getting a tint of pink dusted across your cheeks, “Do you want to go out later? The rain seemed to stop, maybe we could go to a park.”

“That sounds nice.”, you smiled, putting the events of last night behind you.

Soon enough you’d be out of the house. You had quickly brushed your teeth and found some clothes to wear, you decided to steal one of Izuku’s knitted sweaters and your pair of jeans from yesterday. Meanwhile Izuku looked ready to go to a photoshoot with his white tee, black jeans and a jean jacket. To top it off, he showed off his leather belt by tucking the front of his shirt into his pants.

“I’m gonna look like a trashbag next to you.”, you laughed as you looked at him through the mirror of the bathroom while you were putting on make up.

“Don’t even start that, baby.”, he shook his head, “You’re the prettiest person on earth, okay?”

“You’re just saying that.”, you rolled your eyes, but kept a smile on. You heard him let out a sigh and suddenly you felt something cold against your neck. Izuku was putting his silver necklace on you.

“Even more beautiful now.”, he kissed your cheek, “I didn’t know that was possible.” You put your hand over the necklace as Izuku walked out the bathroom, making it clear that the conversation was over. When he was out of the bathroom you looked at it... it was a tiny locket, so of course you opened it. It was a picture of him when he was younger and a blonde man behind him. Is that All Might?

“Are you ready to head out?”

“Coming!”

The two of you got onto the nearest metro. You didn’t know where you were going, but Izuku said that he had a plan so you just had to trust him. The metro was full of people trying to get to work or school, and you realized how happy you were to have taken the day off. People were obviously looking over at the two of you, since Izuku was the number one hero, and you started to feel a bit anxious. Suddenly Izuku grabbed your hand and started leading you to a newly arrived train.

“That’s the one!”, he smiled at you.

The train was packed with people, so you ended up having to stand. This of course didn’t help your anxious feeling from people looking at you. 

The ride was bumpy and you weren’t really prepared for the train to stop, so you fell right into Izuku’s chest. Instinctively his hand, which was also holding a bag with a single blanket in it, went for the small of your back to keep you stable. You still didn’t know why he had brought a blanket, but that was probably a part of the surprise.

“Sorry...”, you chuckled and tried to move away.

“It’s alright.”, he softly kissed the top of your head.

“Izuku, there are people around.”, you looked up at his face as you whispered.

“So what?”, he grinned, “You’re too cute to resist, honey.” You couldn’t handle it, so you just rested your forehead against his chest to hide your blushing cheeks. A part of you just didn’t understand how he was so confident all the time, the other was just drooling over the fact that he was.

You ended up leaning against him for the rest of the ride, and you told yourself that it was just because it was the easiest way to not fall to the ground but you also just wanted to be close to him.

Once you reached the right station it was pretty much only you two who got off. It was an older looking station out on the countryside.

“Where are we?”, you asked and breathed in the fresh air.

“Just out in the middle of nowhere.”, he shrugged, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

“When you say that it really sounds like you don’t.”, you chuckled.

“Trust me, darling.”, he smiles at you and holds out his hand, “Let’s get going, we don’t have all day.”

You walked hand in hand on a graveled path by fields of tall grass and flowers. When you were about to pass a bakery Izuku stopped.

“Let’s get something to eat, we’ll be here for a while.”, he smiled at you.

There was no one in the store but the old lady who owned it.

“Good afternoon!”, she smiled with a motherly glow which made you immediately feel warm inside.

“Good afternoon, ma’am.”, Izuku smiled back.

“Oh! You’re that pro hero, Deku! Aren’t you?”, she said as soon as Izuku walked up to the desk, “Oh, my son loves you!”

“Tell him I said hi to him, then.”, Izuku said kindly.

Once you had gotten what you needed, plus some bottled water, you went back outside. The bakery owner had tried to bargain that Izuku shouldn’t pay, since he already did so much for the country. But after some bickering back and forth he eventually got to pay.

“This smells amazing, don’t you think?”, he looked in the bag. You simply looked at him with a smile. He was so unbelievably kindhearted... and you had managed to get with him. How, was still unbeknownst to you.

“What?”, he looked back up at you with a cheeky smile.

“Nothing, nothing. Let’s keep going!”, you brushed it off quickly and followed him down the road.

Eventually you parted with the path and headed for a wooded area, which was probably not big enough to be called a forest but a forest was what it looked like. There came to a point where you had to cross a body of water. It wasn’t all too big, but you definitely couldn’t jump over it. You looked down the small river and noticed it was leading to a bigger lake.

“There isn’t a bridge anywhere or something?”, you asked as you looked around.

“Probably, but this is a lot more fun.”, Izuku led you to a big log that was laying right above the water.

“Izuku, if I go over that I’ll fall in.”, you said.

“No you won’t. I’ll catch you.”, he started walking on the log, “Look, it’s sturdy too!”

“I don’t know...”, you sighed.

“C’mon!”, he held out his hand, “Trust me, you won’t fall.” With a shaky breath you took his hand and let him lead you over the log. It was quite sturdy, as he said. And as he said, whenever you were about to slip he was right there to catch you.

“Okay that was a little bit fun...”, you admitted when you had reached the other side.

“See? Who needs a bridge when you have that?”, he grinned, “Let’s go, we just need to walk a bit longer!”

As you walked through the tiny forest you started seeing another body of water, much smaller than the river and the lake you had seen before. Once you reached the place you saw that it was a bigger pond, connected to the lake by a little waterfall. The water was clear, you could see the bottom of it. Surrounding it was simply grass and not too many trees that wasn’t at least 20 feet from the pond. Those trees had long hanging branches, which were building a sort of wall around the pond that made it feel more intimate.

“Woah...”, you gawked at the area around you.

“Do you like it?”, Izuku asked, as if it wasn’t obvious, and put the blanket down on the ground.

“It’s gorgeous!”, you exclaimed happily. You looked over at Izuku who patted for you to lay down on the blanket beside him, which you happily did. 

“Where did you find this place?”, you asked as he put a few strands of hair behind your ear and softly caressed your cheek.

“It’s a secret.”, he smiled, “But I’m glad you like it.”

“Who wouldn’t?”, you looked around you with awe in your eyes, “It’s beautiful!”

“Yeah, it is...”, he said. When you looked back over at him he was looking at you. There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t recognize. You tilted your head, as if you were silently questioning him.

“Do you wanna go for a swim?”, he asked out of the blue.

“What?”, you chuckled, “We don’t have any swimwear with us...”

“Go nude.”, he shrugged and sat up.

“No! What if someone walked by?”, you exclaimed.

“I’m kidding!”, he laughed, “Just do it in your underwear.” He pulled off his shirt and you admired the way his muscles moved with every stretch and bend of his arms. His arms were an entirely different thing... the scars on his arms were fading, though you could still see them clearly. That didn’t really matter at all, he was still fucking gorgeous. You never knew you liked arms so much until you saw his. Izuku turned his head to look back at you. When he saw that you clearly admiring him he let out a laugh. Your eyes shot back up to his face as soon as you heard it.

“Are you just gonna sit there biting your lip or are you gonna get undressed with me?”, he arched one of his eyebrows.

“You can’t really blame me for looking.”, you smiled and started taking off your sweater.

Soon enough you were both just standing in your underwear by the small lake. You looked over at him and he looked over at you. Suddenly he got a michevious look in his eyes and you started backing up.

“Izuku, no.”, you chuckled nervously, “Please don’t, it’s probably freezing.” He made grabby hands towards you which made you start running. Though, it didn’t really help. You can’t run away from a pro hero. He obviously caught you pretty quickly and carried you bridal style towards the lake, though it wasn’t in the very romantic way.

“NO! STOP IT!”, you squealed and tried to get away from him, but to no avail. Izuku threw you into the lake and, just as you thought, it was freezing in the water. You stood up and pushed your now wet hair out of your face, only for Izuku to jump in next to you.

“You little shit!”, you laughed and tried to splash water at him. Of course, he splashed back at you but his hands were much larger than your’s so he over powered you pretty quickly. Izuku got closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He lifted you up ever so slightly and spun you around, making you laugh in the process. Your laughter was cut short when he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair as you pressed your body against him in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

“You drive me insane, angel.”, he muttered against your lips.

“Well then I can’t be much of an angel, can I?”, you grinned as you wrapped your legs around his torso to keep yourself sterdy.

“You look like an angel when you’re in my bed...”, he nuzzled your nose with his, “... with your hair around your head like a halo and those sweet noices you make, you sound like fucking heaven.” His fingers dug into the skin on your sides, making you squeal at the tickling feeling.

“Izuku!”, you laugh loudly as you try, once again, to get out of his grip, “Stop it!”

When you got out of the water Izuku wrapped his denim jacket around your shoulders before laying back down on the blanket.

“I don’t want you to get a cold because of me.”, was his explanation.

“I won’t die from a cold, babe.”, you couldn’t seem to stop smiling.

“Well, it’ll kill me if I know you got it because of me.”, he watched as you got on top of him, your legs on either side of his lower torso.

“You’re out there saving the world and you’re scared thay I’ll get a cold?”, you layed your head on his chest, “Besides, we can share the jacket.” You spread the jacket out over the both of you the best you could. He let out a low chuckle and you could feel the vibrations in his chest. Izuku let one of his hands travel to your hair where he softly massaged your head.

“Hey...”, he whispered and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“Yeah?”, you muttered out sleepily.

“... I love you too.”, he whispered and suddenly you were fully awake.

“What?”, you sat up and looked down on him. He was completely serious.

“I said; I love you too.”, he smiled softly, “I heard you, last night.”

“Shit, you did?”, you got off of him and sat down beside him instead. Izuku sat up and tried to get your eye contact, but you were strictly staring down at the blanket and hugging your knees up to your chest.

“I thought you were asleep...”, you took a deep breath, “I’m sorry...”

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”, he pulled your body in so you could rest your head on his chest, “I get it if it’s hard to say for you. I just wanted you to know that I feel the same.”

“It’s just that- I... I’m scared.”, you admitted, “My last relationship wasn’t the greatest... and I don’t want that to happen with you.”

“It’s alright.”, he pressed a kiss to your temple, “I promise you it won’t.” You wanted to believe him so bad, but there was something holding you back from doing so. A part that was still so damn hurt over the past.

“I really want to believe that, but...”, you couldn’t say anything else. What was there to say?

“Let’s take it slow, okay? I won’t meet your friends until you’re ready and in the meantime I’ll tell you I love you every day until you believe it.”, he smiled and succesfully made you laugh.

“Sounds good.”, you smiled. He flipped you over, making you lay beneath him and just looked at you for a while and you did the same. You tried to memorize every part of his face, like you had tried many times before but now it was somehow different.

“I love you.”, he whispered, making you smile, “I fucking love you.” He peppered your face with kisses, whispering out “I love you”, in between every other kiss.

“Okay, okay!”, you laughed. Somehow you managed to flip him over, so that you were now on top of him. It was a trick he had taught you while you were... in bed. He looked at you proudly and let his hands go to your hips.

“I...”, you took a deep breath, “... love you too.” You could physically see his heart swelling as his smile grew even wider and brighter. And like that it was official for you. You had signed the contract, and now you were legally in love with him. For you, speaking it out loud meant that it was real... but maybe this time you wanted it to be.

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[forever-rogue]

THIS THE DUMBEST MF REQUEST U EVER HEARD BUT IM ON MY PERIOD AND I HAVE TO TAKE MEDS BC CHRONIC CRAMPS ANS ITS GIT SO MUCH MF CAFFIENE AND IM FUCKING TRIPPING RN AND FOR SOME DUMBASS REASON I NEED DIN X READER WHERE READER TAKES MEDS AND GOES BATSHIT CRAZY LITERALLY IM SHAKING SO MUCH WOEOWOW SORRY THIS IS ACTUALLY SOME TH IFN IM ASKING FOR YOURE GRET!!

Hi friend, I hope you’re okay now and feeling better! Din blurb? Din blurb. Enjoy! Thank you @rosetophighlander for providing some much needed inspo!

Mandalorian Masterlist

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When it came to your least favorite time of the month, you were normally able to handle it...for the most part. It’d been a routine that you’d been going through for what seemed like eons, but some months were worse than others. This was one of those times; not just one of those times, but also the first time you’d had this much pain around your Mandalorian companion.

The morning had gone fairly well, you’d made sure to stay hydrated and eaten a decent breakfast, along with your small green friend, but why the time the afternoon started, your insides were in utter turmoil. You thought you were doing a fairly good job of keeping a neutral face and hiding it. Until...

“What’s wrong?” Din’s gaze was trained on as you sat in the co-pilot’s seat, hand on your stomach and a contorted look on your face. So much for handling it well...but it was hard when it felt like your innards were being eaten.

“N-nothing,” you lied, biting the inside of your cheek as another wave of cramps rolled over you. You should have known better than to lie to him. He was a trained bounty hunter, years of practice had made it easy for him to read just about anyone.

“Why are you lying?” he asked and you just sigh and let your head flop to the side, letting out an exasperation groan.

“Period,” you finally said through gritted teeth as you pointedly avoided looking at him, “I’m on my period.”

“Oh,” he sounded almost nervous but just awkwardly cleared his throat. He wasn’t inept when it came to a woman’s body, but it had been some time since he’d experienced being with a woman during her time of the month. You just nodded and a waved a hand in his general direction, “is there...”

“No,” you said quietly, hoping that if you remained seated and still that the pain would dull and pass quickly. Din stood up after a few more moments of watching you silently struggled with the waves of pain, disappearing without a word. Maybe you’d scared him off?

But no - he was back within a few minutes, handing you a big glass of water, followed by a few pills that you didn’t recognize. You didn’t even bother to ask what they were, or what their origins were, but you quickly swallowed them and down the glass of water.

“That should help,” he said softly and you nodded, giving him a thankful smile, “maybe you should...take a nap.”

“I’m not tired though,” you insisted, knowing the tiredness that always accompanied this time of month could come later in the afternoon. It always did, like clockwork.

“You’ll...just trust me,” he insisted, nudging his head in the direction of the your shared sleeping space, “you’ll want to sleep. It might be...just take a nap.”

“Oh...kay,” you shrugged and decided to oblige him, slowly clambering out of spot and heading for your cot. You might have been going crazy...but did you already feel better? Din wasn’t normally so cryptic or weird, but you weren’t to question him. Besides, maybe a nap would be nice...

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Once you’d slipped into your cot, it took only a few minutes until you gave into the soft pull of sleep. If you’d been awake, it would have surprised you, but instead you were quickly snoring...and loudly.

But then...almost as quickly as you feel asleep, you were wide awake again. Your eyes snapped open as you felt a rush of energy running through your veins...you felt more awake than you possibly ever had. But your pain was gone, instead you felt nothing but pure adrenaline pumping through your body.

“Din,” you almost shouted, as you jumped up and ran to find him. When you didn’t spot him anywhere on your floor, you climbed up the cockpit and found him there, playing with the Child, “Din!”

A small, quiet oh no spilled from his lips as you almost barreled him over in your attempt to sit down in your normal spot. He had hoped this wouldn’t happen, it was a risk he was taking...but alas. Your eyes were wide as you sat down and stared at him, speaking so fast that he wasn’t able to catch more than a word here and there. Part of him wondered if you were even speaking Basic anymore.

“andidon’tevenknowwhatyougavemebutifeelsoalive,” you jumped up again, peeking outside, studying the dying light of day. Maybe you could go out and explore for a awhile. Just as you started walking off again, Din grabbed your arm and keep you from walking away, “what?”

“I think you need to stay inside and sit with me,” he felt bad that you’d had such a reaction to the pills he gave you, but couldn’t deny that he was little amuse, “it’ll pass soon, but I need to keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted, bouncing on your heels as he kept you restrained, “I just want to go and explore!”

“Cyare...no, just say with me please,” he insisted softly, “but are you...feeling better?”

“There’s no pain,” you promised, “I just feel so...alive! Have you ever heard colors before? I’m pretty sure I’m can hear them!”

“Kriff,” he sighed lightly to himself.

“What even was that stuff?!” you asked as you pulled free from his hold on you and started to dance around the open space, “I love it! I feel so alive!”

“Painkillers,” he admitted honestly, letting the Child down to try and get you in his arms again so you wouldn’t hurt anyone...namely yourself, “apparently much more potent for someone of your size.”

“We should get more of that stuff! We should go to the market and buy some,” you grabbed his hand and started to dance with him, finding it hard to get the large man to move along with you, “you should take some too! Maker, can you imagine how much we could if we don’t have to sleep and we just play?!”

“You can’t buy this stuff at the market,” in order to give you some reprieve, he gave in and danced with you, letting you guide him around the open space.

“Where then!? We have to go!”

“It’s not exactly...legal,” he confessed the last part quietly, but you were so hyper-aware of everything that you picked up on it. You shrugged it off regardless, “I probably shouldn’t have given it you. I should have known better...”

“No, this is great,” you insisted, stopping and put your hands on his shoulders, “I’ve never felt so...amazing! I feel like I can do anything!”

“Yeah...that’s one of the effects,” he cursed himself silently. He’d just wanted help you and alleviate your pain, instead he’d created a whole different type of problem, “cyare, why don’t you come with me and we can go lie down.”

“But I don’t wanna,” you pouted at him, but he just hung his head, “I just wanna go outside and be with you!”

The last part tugged on his heartstrings a little bit, and while he was glad you weren’t in pain, he didn’t mean to induce all of this either. At least this way you were enjoying yourself; the grin on your face hadn’t faltered once. He weighed his options for a moment before nodding lightly, “alright. We’ll go outside and explore for a little bit, but if and when you start to feel sleepy or anything else, you let me know, yes?”

“Duh,” you promised him, your eyes glowing with excitement as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his helmet, where his cheek would be, “we’re gonna have so much fun!”

You leaned down and picked up the Child, carefully as you could in your current state, and Din stopped breathing for a moment. He knew you’d never do anything to hurt him, but in your haze, he was mildly concerned. But you were still so gentle with him, making sure he held tightly against your chest before descending the latter to go downstairs.

“Come on, slow poke!” you called to him as he listened to your footsteps running out of the ship. He sighed lightly, almost in amusement as he quickly followed after you.

He had a feeling you weren’t going to be the only exhausted by the time you were coming down from your high. At least he knew better for next time: half dose...or perhaps something more legal...either way, he vowed to make sure to take care of you.

[rae-is-typing]

Sick Day

Notes: This was requested by a lovely anon, and it was inspired by my past few days. Enjoy :)

Original request from anon: Can you write an Avenger imagine, where the reader is the youngest of the cast and gets sick/has an accident on set?

Description: You get sick. That’s it. That’s the fic.

Characters: reader, original female and male characters (manager named Masha, assistant named Alis, an EMT named Esme, trainer named Nick), RDJ, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Scarlett Johanson, Elizabeth Olson, the Russos

Warnings: Swearing sickness, vomiting, mention of pepto bismol (that shit’s NASTY), swearing, homework

Word count: 2.9k

You don’t get sick.

You don’t have time to get sick, so you don’t. Between filming, training, and school, sickness is absolutely not an option Simple as that, right?

Well, your body didn’t get the memo.

Your body is racked with chills, but you’re sweating profusely. You chalk it up yo the intense scene you’re filming; your character and Robert’s character just got into a massive screaming match over your character’s secret identity being revealed. But in the middle of the second take, your words dissolve into coughs.

"No, Tony! It's not okay!" You shout, whipping around to face a very pissed looking RDJ. "I-" A cough disrupts your words. "I don't-" This time you break down into a fit of uncontrollable coughing, even going as far as doubling over.

"Cut!" Robert rushes over to you, placing a hand on your back. He makes you stand up fully. He speaks up when you finally stop coughing. “You alright, kid?" You nod your head, rubbing at your throat.

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm sorry, I have no idea where that came from." A smile tugs at his lips. "Don't apologize, Y/N. It happens."

Alis, an assistant, comes over with a bottle of cold water, placing it on your hands with a curt not. You thank her and open the water, taking a few slow sips as the Russos offer feedback on what you managed to get through.

"That was are best take until the coughing. Whatever you did before, do that again." You try not to beat yourself up over the coughing; it's show business, it happens.

Getting back into position, you two manage to finish the scene with minimal interruptions. During your yelling match, your head begins to pound. It's not the light pounding you get when you didn't get enough sleep or you're dehydrated, it's the kind where you're sure that your old band director is leading the entire drum line on your brain tissue, or something is punching your skull with little pistons.

The second "Cut!" rings out through the set. You deflate, rolling your shoulders and rubbing your head. You trudge over to a small bench near the set and plop down, stretching your now aching limbs in the process.

Being the (mother hen) good mentor and costar he is, Robert realizes something is wrong very quickly. You're usually very bubbly after scenes end, the adrenaline still coursing through you. He can only think of one time he saw you like this, and that was right after you took the SATs. He calls over Alis again, asking her to get some green hibiscus tea with honey and acetaminophen. Alis is back within five minutes. He walks over to you and sits by you.

"Here, take these." You frown at the to-go cup and the small container in his hands, but ]take them anyways.

"What is it?"

"Tea, and tylenol. They'll help with your headache and cough." He says, matter-of-factly.

"Oh, thanks, Robert."

"Course, gotta help my favorite kid." He says, pushing himself off of the bench. "Now, I don't know about you, but I am starving. What do you say we get a bite with the others?" He extends a hand for you to take

"Sure," You say without thinking. Any time with the cast is great, even if you're extra tired and achy. You let him pull you up. The cast orders sandwiches from a little shop in downtown Atlanta, very close to the set.

You're gathered in a larger, mostly empty save for a few couches and chairs part of the set where you often meet. Everyone is talking. They're either going over that days work and characterization, recent events in the news, and their weekend plans. Your sandwich is a little off. It smells fine, it's exactly what you ordered, but it tastes... off. Something in it is making your stomach churn and grumble. You place the sandwich back in the wrapping it came in, fold it up, and throw it away.

That's enough for tonight, You decide. "I have school stuff that I need to get done." You say.

"Aw, okay. See you tomorrow!"

"Fuck school,"

"Language!"

"Shut the hell up, man."

You smile as you walk to your trailer. You do have school, you always have school, and it sucks major ass. The suckiest thing you have to complete is a seven page, MLA format, argumentative research paper about birth control in the developing world. And, oh my god, you would rather be hung upside down by your toe hair than write that fucking paper.

But you write it anyway.

Why? Because it's due in two days and you haven't started it yet. So you buckle down, ignoring the headache you have and your churning stomach, and do the damn thing.

You get three pages in before you decide that being tired isn't worth this paper. Getting up at 5:30 in the morning each day to train for two hours is definitely not your favorite part of your job, but it is some of the only alone time you’re able to get, so you'll take it. You stand up from your desk and immediately regret moving. Dizziness overcomes you. You flop back onto your office chair and press a hand to your forehead.

Taking a few deep breaths, you get back under control and stand up much slower. This time, you're able to walk to your small bedroom area with an attached bathroom. You wash your face, being extra careful as to not make yourself pass out from dizziness. You do the same when brushing your teeth.

During the night, you get all of two and a half hours of sleep. You toss and turn all night, unable to ignore the churning in your stomach for long enough. And the fact that you're hot one second and then freezing the next. it is impossible for you to sleep for more than a half hour at a time. But you eventually do.

Assuming that's the end of it, you sleep deeply until cramping in your stomach forces you out of bed. you make yourself sit up. A wave a nausea comes over you like a tidal wave. You hobble to the bathroom and lean over the toilet just in time.

Bile and your half-eaten sandwich forces its way from your stomach, up your throat, and into the toilet. It's gross. It smells vile, its chunky and the strain makes tears come to your eyes. You dry heave and cough until you're sure everything is out. Feebly, you flush the toilet and leaned back against the wall across from it, deep breathing until you stop crying.

Unaware of the time, you stay there until you feel strong enough to get up and brush your teeth. You hobble back to your bed, and lay back down. This time, falling asleep again.

A knocking on your door pulls you out of your slumber.

"Y/N? You need to get up." The smooth voice of your manager, Masha, floats through your door.

You jolt awake, now remembering that you have to train. "Shit, what time is it?"

"Six AM. I'm opening the door," Masha says, while opening the door. You wince as the light seeps in, covering your eyes.

"Whoa, what happened to you?" She asks. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, I'm good. Shit Nick is waiting. I'll get ready, gimme like two seconds," You ramble, stumbling out of bed.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, hold on." Masha says, putting both hands on your shoulders, steadying you. Huh, you didn't realize you were wavering.

"You're burning up, Y/N." She observes, pressing the back of her hand on your forehead. "I think you're sick. Tell me what's going on."

"Nothing."

"Have you thrown up or anything? Headaches? Lie to me, and it won’t be pretty."

“I threw up,” You croak, flopping back on the bed.  

"Alright, I'm going to get Esme, stay here, lay down." Masha speaks quickly, pulling out her phone.

Esme is the lead EMT on set. She was an RN for years before transferring to emergency medical services. The stunt doubles and the actors take major precautions before stunting. However, some things can't be avoided, hence the EMTs.

Esme comes into your room in no time, followed closely by a worried Masha.

"Alright, Y/N. What's wrong?"

"I'm a little sick right now."

"Alright. Symptoms?"

"Chills, headaches, I uh threw up a few hours ago..." You hate admitting it. That means you won't be able to do much today. It's apart of your contract. If you get sick, you have to take at least two days off because you're a huge liability for Marvel. Being a minor kinda sucks.

She nods. "Alright hon, follow my directions." Esme checks you out thoroughly. After telling her about your weird sandwich, she nods knowingly.

"It looks like a fever, and that sandwich made you throw up. Get some pepto bismol and tylenol. Make sure to drink a lot of water and other clear liquids. Eat the BRAT diet, and you'll be good to go in a few days. I suggest making a doctor's appointment today, though. I can’t diagnose you."

"Alright, thanks Esme." Masha says as Esme leaves. She turns to you, sighing. "I'm sorry, N/N. I'll get what you need from a store, let the Russos know, and make the appointment. I think you should go back to sleep if you can."

"Thanks, Mash. You're the best."

She smiles gently before leaving. You turn on your side and pull the blanket over your head, eventually dozing off.

The veil of sleep is slowly lifted as you blink your eyes open. Thanks to some great blackout curtains you have, no light seeps into the trailer. This time, you don't feel nauseous. However, an inkling of dizziness is still there. You stay in your position for a few minutes until you reach for your phone. A ton of notifications appear on your lockscreen.

3 missed calls from Masha the Manager

Messages from Masha the Manager

Y/N, Nick is waiting. Where are you? Sent: 5:30

Get up now, Y/N. Sent: 5:30

Y/N. You're scaring me. You're never late. Sent: 5:43

Everything you need is on the counter. Read the note first though. Sent: 7:00

Message from evans

Hey Y/N. Heard you weren't feeling well. Lemme know if I can help, okay? Sent: 7:15 AM

Message from Romanian Bitch™

Masha told us you're sick. Feel better we need you! Sent: 7:19 AM

Message from Stanky Stark

Get better soon okay? Sent 7:19

Messages to No Boys Allowed!!!

ScarJo: get well soon babe. let us know if you need anything 7:20

Scarlet Bitch: aw, feel better N/N Sent: 7:21

It warms your heart knowing that they care so much about you. You send a simple thank you to each one of them and close your eyes again.It only takes a few seconds for you to remember all the homework you have to do. Your eyes snap open and you groan.

You do not want to do homework. But you have two whole days with no training and no work, so why wouldn't you? That thought is all you need to get out of bed. You don't bother changing. You migrate to the small living area, and go to the counter where Masha had set all the stuff. You found the note quickly, and read Masha's half print, half cursive writing.

Y/N,

Take two doses of pepto and two things of tylenol, but read the instructions!!! Eat some applesauce or toast, and call me if you get any worse.

-Masha

You unpack the canvas bag and quickly take your medicine. After that, you take all the food with you to the couch. You plant yourself on the soft sofa and dive into your work.

Being interrupted every few minutes with coughing is not the ideal space for productivity, especially because your throat is becoming increasingly raw. You put your phone in a drawer in your desk so you aren't distracted. Like most teens, you have a bad habit of prioritizing your phone.

A knock on the trailer door pulls you out of your focus. "Y/N, it's us!"

"Come in!" You say, still typing. You cringe at how sore you sound. Scarlett and Lizzie come in, still in costume.

"We can't stay for long," Scarlett starts, looking very apologetic. "We have a five minute break and we wanted to check on you."

You smile, setting your computer to the side. "Thanks guys. I appreciate it."

"How are you feeling?" Lizzie asks.

You shrug. "I'm okay, I guess."

"What were you doing?" Scarlett asks, spotting the half finished essay on your laptop. "You're supposed to be resting."

You sigh. "Yeah, but I should just get it done..."

The three of you talk about how shooting is going, and the production of the film in general. It's going smoothly. Nothing is going wrong. Soon, though, they have to leave. You're left to your own devices for another few hours.

Now that you’re revising the paper, your eyes ache, your left hand is cramping up, and you're positive you gave yourself carpal tunnel.

Another knock on the door reverberates through the trailer.

"Open up, kiddo!"

"It's unlocked." You snap back, not unkindly. Anthony and Sebastian walk in. You stop typing for a second to smile at them. "Hey,"  

"Hey, N/N." Sebastian smiles back. "We brought you soup."

Your face twists up. "Is it from the sandwich shop?"

"Nah, Masha told us that made you sick. This is from the high-end shop across the street," Anthony says, handing you a warm styrofoam bowl and a spoon. he also takes your laptop. "What are you writing an essay for? You’re sick! And a kid! Kids don’t do school when they’re sick.”

“What do you know about kids?” You smile, leaning forward to reach for your laptop.

"Nuh uh, no no no. You're going to relax while we're here, okay? And for your information, I have three children."

You cock an eyebrow. "Uh huuuuhhhh," you draw out.

He rolls his eyes, saves your essay, and turns on the television that you rarely use. "Alright, N/N. Netflix or Hulu?"

"My essay."

"Hey siri, does netflix or hulu have a show called 'My essay'?" You shove his shoulder lightly with a scowl. Sebastian is having a grand time laughing at you while eating his own soup.

"Alright, alright. We'll watch The Office, it's one of your favorites." Anthony chuckles.

You huff, leaning back on the couch and pulling off the cover to your soup. "Fine."

"Michael Scott is such a bad boss." Sebastian remarks.

"How dare you!" You gasp, your voice cracking severely.

"I can't take you seriously when you sound like a twelve year old boy." He retorts.

"You're being mean,"

"Mmm sorry sweetheart," He chuckles.

The three of you watch a couple episodes before they have to leave. You thank them for their time and the soup profusely. They wave you off, saying something along the lines of 'No problem, kiddo'.

After they leave, you snatch up your laptop and make the final revisions on your essay. There, finished in two days, and all it took was eating a bad sandwich. You should totally do that more often. (No you shouldn't. Never doing that again.)

You opt for more Michael Scott and some ginger ale mixed with Gatorade. You fall asleep on the couch huddled under a fleece blanket you retrieved from your room area two more episodes in, and wake up to gentle knocking and someone calling your name.

"Y/N? You there?"

"Yeah." You call, voice thick with sleep.

"Can we come in?"

"Sure?" You say, burrowing under the blanket. The door opens revealing Chris Evans and Robert, both looking tired after a long day of filming.

"Did we wake you up?" Chris asks.

"Yeah, it's fine though," You yawn, sitting up slowly.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that kiddo,"

You shrug. "What's up?"

Robert gives you a dad smile. "We just wanted to come see how you're doing. Feeling any better?"

"Yeah, I guess. Don't feel pukey anymore."

"That's good. Anthony said you were doing homework all day?" Chris asks, tone not too far from accusatory.

"I had an essay to do." You defend.

Robert clicks his tongue. "You're supposed to be resting, Y/N, not doing homework."

You pout. "I still had to get it done..."

"Alright, no school stuff tomorrow, okay?" Robert orders. "Rest only."

"Rest only." You repeat.

"Alright, now go to bed. You look exhausted."

"Okay. Thanks for checking on me," You stand up slowly, paying close attention to how you feel. You give each of them a hug before going to your room.

You check your phone, again giving in to those bad habits.

Message from Masha the Manager

Doc appointment at 1 pm tomorrow. He's gonna make a house call.

Sent 7:28 PM

You shoot back a quick 'K' before turning it off and laying down for the night.

[pearlwhitecats]

😴 for Nahime please~

[Nahime gets asked for a dance by Silver... and receives a kiss....]

Nahime took a stroll along the courtyard. Music played and the chatter of her friends filled the cafeteria. But she was tired from all of Grim’s eating and running around, so she decided to take a breather.

There were nice fairy lights floating around, lighting up the courtyard of the school with blues, pinks and yellows.

And under the apple tree, laid a familiar silver haired knight, sleeping soundly at its foot.

Nahime tried to hold in her giggle, it was definitely not the first time she had seen him under such circumstances. She knelt down next time him, “Silver-san?” and pokes him.

His sliver tinted eyelashes fluttered open, revealing his aurora coloured eyes... as he mumbled and shifted to look at her. “Nahime...”

“What are you doing out here...?” She asked as she sat down with him.

“I... I was just taking a stroll... I must have fallen asleep.” He said, his eyes still half-lidded. “Hmm...? Me too! Grim was running around way too much, I’m taking a little break.” Nahime laughed, “plus... it feels weird dancing in a room full of boys...”

“Weird..?”

“Yeah.. because sometimes some stare at you. It’s rude.”

Silver gently chuckled, “then... would you be comfortable dancing with me?”

Nahime paused. “Eh...?” Her eyes widened as she felt her face heat up. “Dance... with you?”

Silver nodded. He then stood up and held his hand out to her. “Only If you’re comfortable.”

This was like a dream to Nahime. Her crush? Asking her for a dance?? Or perhaps, she had dreamt of this before, because she had naturally taken his hand and let him draw her close to him.

With the faint music playing from the cafeteria, Silver led Nahime in their dance. It was slow, gentle and oh so intimate. With one hand around her waist, and the other with his fingers fitting perfectly with hers, they danced through the courtyard, around the floating fairy lights.

It felt good. Soon, Silver had tightened his grip on her waist and pressed her against his chest as they slowed down. His other hand let go of hers and moved down to her waist too, keeping her closer.

“You’re very beautiful tonight, Nahime.” He softly said, looking right into her eyes. Nahime could feel her blush creeping onto her face again, so her natural instinct was to hide it... by burying her face into Silver’s chest. “Silver-san... come on.” She mumbled.

She could feel the vibrations of Silver’s chuckle, before feeling something peck the top of her head. She wanted to look up, curious and dying to know what he just did. Did he just do what she thought he did...?

Hesitantly, she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Ah. you finally look at me.” he said smiling, before swiftly planting another gentle and soft kiss on her lips. His serious yet softened eyes focused on her, watching her face turn red as she stuttered out words he couldn’t really comprehend.

“That was mean... I- I wasn’t ready at all.” Nahime pouted, looking away. “Ah...? I’m sorry..” Silver amusedly smiled, the smile Nahime had seen a thousand times and yet she would still feel so weak at the sight of it.

“Then... would you like to try again?”

End~

//AAAAA IVE NEVER WRITTEN STUFF LIKE THIS IN A LONG TIME IS IT OKAY IDK WHETHER YALL WILL LIKE IT?!?!???? But I hope you do 🥺 because I feel soft rn 👉🏻👈🏻 it’s just a mini story, and since majority of people asked for Silver i decided to make it into one post!!! Hope it’s okay!

[slaveformingi]

Come Back (M)

READER (y/n) X PARK SEONGHWA(Ateez) Genre: Smut, Makeup Sex, SlightlyDom!Seonghwa  Word Count: 2779 Words. Summary:  Human relationships are complicated. The same person who makes you laugh can make your heart break in an instant. You got into a heated argument with your boyfriend Seonghwa, but hey.. nothing a little makeup sex won't fix.

(AUTHORS NOTE: FIX ON! Okay so this smut has been in my drafts for a while now and I finally finished it <It’s 5.22am, where I live rn. What is sleep?> Anyways, originally this smut was supposed to feature Wooyoung but like half way through writing it, I felt Seonghwa would fit the role better. So if you see Wooyoung’s name pop up, I apologise. I’ll fix it in the morning when my brain is working again 😂 For now please enjoy! UPDATE: I’ve reedited this fic :) Thank you everyone who helped point out my mistakes and gave me feed back. I freaking love you guys!!)

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“How did I even end up dating someone so stubborn as you are?!”  The sound of his voice was deeper and louder than usual. A rush of emotions flooded you, you felt scared, angry, disappointed. Your boyfriend had been yelling at you for hours and you’ve been trying to keep your cool but this was the final straw. “Well, I know how I ended up dating you and I regret even wasting my time with a piece of shit like you Hwa!” you snapped at him as you took a step forward.  Your eyes were filled with anger and all you wanted to do was get him out of your sight. You were so close to slapping him across the face and you would have done it if it wasn't for the love you still felt for him. Truth is, you loved your boyfriend no matter how much of an asshole he could be.

“If you regret it that much, then it would be best if I just left! Why would I waste my time with someone as pathetic as you if I could get every girl I want?!” “Then go! Get out of my house!” Seonghwa didn't reply, instead he simply obeyed your wishes. He kept quiet as he grabbed his stuff and rushed out of your house, slamming the door shut behind him. You grabbed a framed photo of the two of you that was on the coffee table next to you and threw it against the door. The framed shattered as soon as it hit the door, pieces of glass and wood flew around the room.

 Staring at the door, you realised Seonghwa wasn't coming back and that you had lost the man that you once called your “soulmate”.

At first, you didn't feel anything. Like literally, you felt empty in the inside, emotionless. Your emotions were completely shut down. It was the first phase of your body processing what just happened. You were just staring at the closed door, secretly hoping that Seonghwa would come back running into your arms, hoping that this was all a nightmare.

Shortly the second phase kicked in, you were angry, pissed-off, furious. You started counting all the pros for the break up. A list with all the good reasons to break up with Seonghwa, everything that bothered you about him.  It was a pretty long list in your mind at which you numbered down will all his failures and mistakes. But in someway you still found yourself loving all his imperfections, his little kinks and weird things he did unconcsiously, which brought you to the last phase of a break-up, sadness and grieve. 

You kneeled down in front of the broken photo of you and Seonghwa. It reminded you of all those lovely and romantic moments when he made you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. All gone. Just because of a stupid argument.

Ignoring the pieces of glass around the floor, you made your way into your bedroom where you wanted to crawl into and fall asleep. Sleep was always your answer for moments of sadness and stress, it helped clear your mind and make you realise things better. You crawled into your bed and closed your eyes, but instead of sleeping your mind wandered to the thoughts of Seonghwa.

Seonghwa seemed to handle the break up a lot better than you. He didn't even shed a single tear as he walked out of your apartment. He walked away from you as if you were a stranger to him, someone he didn't need and would not even think twice of. Thinking of him being happy without you made you cry. 

The bed felt empty without Seonghwa, but there was nothing you could do. He was gone. You missed him being next to you, kissing you and making you feel loved. Instead of easily falling asleep, you spent hours crying yourself to sleep.

While you were sleeping, Seonghwa returned to your apartment. He was a mess. He was tired and sorry. He yelled at you, and said things he did not meant and all because of the anger that built in his body for no reason. He let everything out on you and he felt sorry for it.

Coming back felt hard, since he didn't know if you would forgive him or throw a vase at his head. He keyed in your house password and let himself in. Once inside, he saw broken glasses and pieces of wood on the floor. He sighed as he picked up a photo of both of you from the floor, he knew you cried and was desperate for comfort.

As he walked towards your room, he thought of things that he should say to you, words that could make you feel better. But the only thing that was on his mind was how much he loved you and that there were no words that would explain his actions to you.

Seonghwa made his way into your bedroom, where he found you sleeping. Your pillow was covered with dried tears and your body hugging a pillow as if it was him. A sad smile grew on his face as he realised how much you loved him, and him leaving was the worst thing he could do. Slowly, he removed the pillow from your body and replaced it with his body, pulling you closer to him. You snuggled into him since you thought it was all a dream.

“Baby, I am so sorry.. please forgive me love. I didn't mean to say all that bullshit.” he whispered into your ear, “You are my soulmate and I hate myself for hurting you.” You heard every single word he said no matter how sleepy you were. Him being so sweet made you almost forget about all the shit he did and said earlier. 

“You can really be a little piece of shit Hwa.” you said as your eyes were still closed. A smile grew on his face as he heard your voice. You felt slightly angry and you didn't want to forgive him that easily but you couldn't help but feel safe that he was back home. You silently thank the stars for not letting the fight ruin your relationship with him.

Seonghwa tangled his fingers in your hair as he pushed some of it back to reveal your neck, he moves closer to your neck and starts sucking hard on it, leaving his mark; you wince in pain and pleasure.

Your eyes slowly opened as you shot him a glare, still slightly pissed about the fight you had. A little smile formed on his face as he presses his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. Your hands started to roam around his body, wanting more of his touch.  Your fingers started to button his shirt but he immediately grabbed your wristband held your hands above your head with one hand.

“Nuh uh.. No touching baby.” Seonghwa says against your lips.

His lips met yours again as he slides his free hand under your hoodie, squeezing and rubbing your nipples as his tongue explores your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as you tried and release your hands from his grip, you could feel yourself getting wet. Seonghwa pulled himself out of the kiss and a smirk on his face when he saw how desperate you were for him.

“You’re pretty cocky for someone I almost broke up with!” you said glaring at him. He let out a small chuckle before releasing your hands.

“I’m sorry baby. Just, let me do all the work so I can show you how much I love you.”

He pulls your hoodie off and throws it across the room. He begins placing a trail of kisses all over your chest, slowly nipping and sucking at it and leaving love bites. He gives your breasts a hard squeeze as he sucks on your nipple, moans leave your lips as pleasure clouds your head. His tongue caressed between your breast as he made his way down to your stomach, leaving kisses in between as he stopped right above your shorts.

“I’ve barely touch you yet I can smell your juices babe.” he teases as his fingers play with the waistband of your shorts.

“Please don’t tease me Hwa.” you said half whispering.

Seonghwa smirks as pulls down your shorts and leaves you in your panties, he leaves a trail of wet kisses on your bare thighs.

“Seonghwa,” you whined “Ple--please don’t.”

“Don’t do what babe?” He said as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body.

“Ple--please stop teasing me.”

You gasped as he sunk his teeth into your neck, sucking and abusing it. Your moans got louder as the pain turn into pleasure. He slipped his right hand between your legs and caresses your heat over your soaked panties. You grabbed his hair and pulled his face closer to yours, pulling him into a rough kiss. You pushed him backwards against the bed so you were on top of him but Seonghwa was quick to flip you over and positioned you in a way you were lying on your stomach.

“I said no touching.” he said in a stern way, his voice turned low and seductive. You felt yourself getting wetter hearing his voice that way. Your breathing got faster with each passing minute.

“Hands up on the bed and keep your head down.” he ordered.

You could hear him move around the room, the anticipation was killing you. He traced his finger around your back, sending chills all over your body. He started to place soft kisses on random spots on your back.

“Emm, baby you smell so good.” he says as he nuzzles your neck from behind. He rubs your breast and slips his finger in your panties, catching you off guard.

Seonghwa moves his fingers on your clit slowly, his fingers moving in a circular motion. You threw your head back and leaned against his chest. Your vision starts to become cloudy as he applies more pressure to your clit.

“Seonghwa.” you moaned up his name.

He uses his free hand to brush your hair to the side and attacks your neck, giving him complete control over you. He sucked hard on your neck as his fingers rubs your clit. You could feel your legs getting weaker as his fingers picks up their pace.

“Hwa--please--” you moaned as his touch got slower. “Seonghwa-- don’t stop.” you begged but it was no use, he stop right before you were about to reach your high. You whined at the lost of his touch as he pulls his fingers away and flips you over to face him.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m not done with you yet.”

He slips his wet fingers into your mouth, making you suck on it and taste yourself. He groaned at the sight of you sucking on his fingers. He pulled his fingers away and kisses you, gently sucking on your bottom lip. 

You pulled him closer to you and deepened the kiss; you wanted him so badly. Your hands wandered to his shirt as you quickly unbuttoned it and threw it to the side of the bed. You traced your hands over his lean abs as you placed your lips on it, leaving art kisses down his happy trail, slowly kneeling down.

You looked up at Seonghwa, teasing him as you played with his belt, unbuckling it slowly as you ran your tongue on his v-line.

“Is this your payback for me teasing you earlier?” He smiled at you as his pants slid down and pooled around his feet. His boxers was stained with his precum. 

You gave him a wink and pulled his boxers off and took his hard dick in your hand, slowly rubbing his precum all over his red tip with your thumb. You could hear his breathing get shallow. You positioned yourself properly between his legs and took him in your mouth, one hand slowly moving up and down his dick while another massages his balls. 

Seonghwa let out a loud groan as you moved faster and deep-throated him. His eyes were shut tight, his moans and groans were music to your ears. You licked and massage the tip of his dick, causing him to throw his head back. You name left his lips as he gritted his teeth, sweat started to form on his forehead. He groaned as you slowed down your movements and pulled away from his dick.

“Fucking hell y/n.” He cussed under his breath, he pulled you up to his face by your chin.

“I want you to face that mirror and ride me.” he said as he stared intensely into your eyes, his hands placed on your waist. “I want you to watch yourself riding me, understand?”

You bit your lip and nodded. He placed a soft kiss on your lips and positioned you on him. You lowered yourself slowly down on him with your back against his chest. A moan left your lips as you felt him stretching your walls. His hands were on your hips, guiding you as you started moving.

“Fuck.” you cried out as you felt him deep in you

Seonghwa’s head was buried in the crook of your neck, you could hear his breathing getting heavy. He began to move you up and down. Watching your reflection in the mirror drove you crazy, seeing him slid in and out of you threw you over the edge. Both of you were a moaning mess. 

You forced yourself off him and turned yourself towards him before sliding onto him again, your boddies wrapping around each other. Seonghwa pulls you into a sloppy kiss as you grinned on him, you both moaned into each other’s mouth.

You wrapped your legs around him as he slowly lies you down on the bed, so he was on top of you. He began to thrust hard and deep into you as you screamed his name, your nails dug into his back.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good.” he groans as he moved faster.

Sweat was dripping from his body. He pressed his wet chest on yours, veins popping out of his neck as he grunted and bit his lip. His breathing getting hard and shaky. He pounded into you harder almost knocking your sanity away. Your vision starts too blur as your mind clouded with pleasure.

“Hwa, I’m going to--”

“Cum for me baby. I want you to come all over my dick.” He said as he thrusted deeper, pushing in and out of you as your walls began to tightened around him. “Fucking hell baby, you’re so tight.”

“Fuck, Seonghwa!” You moaned loudly as he hit your g-spot. 

Your back arched as he abused the same spot over and over again. You screamed his name out and wrapped your legs tighter around him. Seonghwa buries his head in your neck as you both reach your climax.

“OH MY GOD, FUCK.” you screamed out as you could feel yourself about to reach your high. Seonghwa’s eyes were shut close as he moaned out your name. He rolled his hips onto yours as your walls tightened around him. 

“Seonghwa!” you yelled out as your walls tighten and filled with pleasure.

 A few thrust later and Seonghwa comes undone into you. You watched him curse under his breath as his arm muscles flex with each thrust, both of you ridding out your highs. Seonghwa slows down his movements and rested his forehead on yours, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

“I really fucking love you, y/n.” Seonghwa whispered as he catches his breath, “I know I am an asshole but please forgive me. You’re my soulmate remember? and I can’t live without you.”

You did forgive him but you were too tired to reply him, so instead you just gave him a little smile. Seonghwa sat up, taking you along with him and cuddling you in his arms. You nuzzled your head in his chest; you were back in your happy place. You both stayed like that for a while, Seonghwa occasionally giving you kisses on you head and whispering sweet promises while you stayed quiet. You really love him with all your heart. You looked up eat him and kiss him gently on the lips, then on both of his cheeks.

“What was that for?” He said raising an eyebrow.

“For coming back, I love you Seonghwa.”