#sorry this took so long to answer!! been very busy hehe

[sinfulforrest]

🧠 for trace for the ask game!!

🧠 - What do you like most about the oc?

Ooo man this is a tough one, there's a lot that I love about Trace! I think though, if I had to name the one thing I like about him the most I think it would probably be his weird way of thinking and getting what he wants- that's for sure my favourite aspect about him.

He's just such a gentleman and an upstanding guy but he is just a psychological powerhouse. Sure he could use his bulk to get what he wants, but...that's not very princely, is it? Only a brute would assert physical control over those who need to be protected and loves. A true prince needs to know how to scheme and plot to get his beloved in his grasp once and for all...

[taeraeszn]

Hi love 😋 Can I please request ZB1's reactions to their jealous s/o. I love your way of writing so much /actually. Have a good day and always rest bby 🤟🏻

how would zb1 react to their jealous s/o?

hi luv! thank you for the request and the kind comment! it really made my day :) i hope this fulfills your request! i was actually really excited to write this since i had lots of ideas in my mind that i could use for each member hehe

these scenarios are a bit longer than my usual ones so enjoy <3

warnings: mentions of food, lmk if there's any more!

kim jiwoong

jiwoong decided to bring over one of his friend's who you weren't a huge fan of, they were often rude to you and didn't bother to speak to you whenever they visited. but today you got even more pissed when they kept clinging onto jiwoong as if he was their boyfriend, worst was that jiwoong did absolutely nothing to stop them!

you could only sigh as you watched on. seeing how close they were really made you feel jealous when you were aware that jiwoong only loved you.

your heart couldn't handle the hurt inside, especially since jiwoong barely paid attention to you despite asking you to come over that day. in the end, your inside feelings won you over and you decided to leave early than you were planning on.

"babe? i'm leaving." you abruptly announced, rushing to the front door to put your shoes on

jiwoong quickly ran over, "why? did something happen?" he asked in a concerned tone. you tried to play it off like you weren't jealous a minute ago.

"oh nothing happened, i have something to do." it seemed to work and jiwoong kissed you goodbye. just as you shut his apartment door, you suddenly felt your heart ache

fast forward a few hours later, you were in your bedroom when you suddenly got a call from your boyfriend. you were hesitant to answer but nonetheless swiped to accept the call

"hello?" you heard shuffling on the other end

"babe be honest with me, you left because of my friend right?"

"how did you expect me to feel when they were all over you? the worst was that you didn't even stop them and let them touch you like that.." your voice cracked at the end

he sighed, "you know i don't love them like that. you are always the person that i love and want to be with. i'm sorry for not paying attention to you and your feelings. please forgive me (name). i love you."

rest of the members are under the cut!

zhang hao

you were able to find a day that accommodated the both of you despite hao's schedule as a member of zb1 and took that day to go shopping together and just spend time together as a couple

well that was what you were expecting to happen until one of hao's friend was also at the mall. his friend spoke mandarin so you had no idea what they were talking about

"hao? it's been so long!" they exclaimed. hao seemed surprised and greeted them

"it really has! how come your in seoul?" and before you knew it they began conversing in mandarin leaving you confused on what else that they were saying

hao then turned to face you, "babe, is it ok if i hang out with them? it's been a while since i've seen them and i want to catch up."

it would be a lie to say that you were happy with this, but even still you allowed him and they left together

all your planning went to waste as it was thrown away that quickly. you were so thrilled to meet up with your boyfriend and find a date that both of you were free on. you knew it would be even more harder to find another day since he had a comeback and a tour approaching

you shut off your phone for the day and headed home on the bus with mixed emotions, mostly jealousy

at around night time you were sitting in your living room when the doorbell suddenly rang, you were surprised that someone was here this late but when you opened it, it was hao!

"uh, hi?" he showed you his recent calls that you missed

"i called you four times today, how come you didn't pick up?" his voice sounding very firm

"oh i thought that you were busy with your friend.." you didn't even mean to say that but it slipped out, hao raised his brow at this

"what?" you shrugged replying, "i don't know. i was excited to hang out with you today knowing it'll be hard to do this again only for you to leave me stranded to hang out with someone else."

hao's frown slowly disappeared as he cupped your cheeks, kissing you gently. "i'm sorry baby. i didn't know you were this hurt over the situation. i promise we can find another day to meet up, i'll make it up to you."

sung hanbin

you decided to stop by the wakeone building to deliver the food you brought for the members after a long day of practice that burnt out the boys

hanbin had also personally asked for you to visit since he missed you, and of course you listened and did exactly that!

you were holding two bags of food in your hand and headed up to the practice room

just as you opened the door, everyone gasped at the food and ran towards you, hanbin being especially excited to see you more than the food

"you guys must've been hungry..." you said, watching as everyone stuffed their faces with the food you bought. gyuvin nodded, "yeah we barely had anything today!"

you then felt a hand touch your shoulder, as you turned to your side, hanbin was right there

"thank you love." he said, pecking your temple.

"of course! you all deserve it after working so hard!"

as they finished eating, they returned to practicing again. you were about to leave when hanbin stopped you at the door

"don't go yet!" he pouted, "at least watch our new choreography!"

you couldn't resist your hamcat boyfriend and decided to stay for a little longer than planned

but what you weren't expecting was a backup dancer that arrived. the music played and one of hanbin's part involved a solo dance with them. his hands were all over them and you could only watch in shock

it was as if you paused in real life, did you actually witness that? you couldn't help but feel jealousy seeping through you

as the music finished, everyone gave hanbin and the dancer compliments and cheers. hanbin then approached you where you were feeling less cheerful than before

"hey what's wrong?" he asked. you shook your head, "nothing. it's just...i wasn't expecting your solo dance to be with someone else."

he then chuckled, showing off his cat whiskers, "don't worry babe. it's just a dance. i don't have any actual feelings for them when i have you."

seok matthew

you've been noticing that matthew has been in the wakeone building more often than usual. he would usually be able to hang out with you but it had been nearly three weeks since you last saw each other

you didn't think you did anything wrong so you were puzzled as to why matthew hadn't proposed a date to go on. you've also been noticing that matthew was sending you lots of voice chats of him singing, sharing how well he was doing

so one day you decided to reach out to one of his members and see what was going on

the contact you called the most was taerae, matthew's 02 friend. you pressed the call button and waited

about 5 seconds later, taerae picked up and gave you a cheerful hello

"hey taerae! i was just wondering, what has matthew been up to recently?"

"matthew? i thought you would know since you two are dating."

"yeah but the past few weeks he's barely texted me and when he does their just voice chats sharing some songs he sang." you heard taerae chuckling on the other end

"oh he must've done that after meeting with that new vocal trainer." new vocal trainer?!

"huh?" taerae once again laughed, "he didn't tell you? he hired his own vocal trainer, they've apparently worked with huge artists."

you understood that it was his job to sing but he wasn't meeting up because of this? you didn't know why but your heart starting beating quickly, worried over matthew losing interest in you

"oh...okay. thanks for telling me taerae." you hung up.

the next hour you got a call from matthew, you were thrilled but still side eyeing him

"hey matt." you said, he noticed your lack of enthusiasm right away. "what's wrong?"

you sighed, "i heard you were getting trained by a new vocal trainer, is that why you've haven't asked to go on any dates?"

"i know and i'm sorry we haven't honey. i'll cancel my training tomorrow to make time for you. your always my first priority and i'm sorry for neglecting you."

kim taerae

you and taerae were walking in the park together, promotions had just wrapped up and the first he thing was call you to ask if you wanted to meet up, of course you agreed!

he was telling you about all the new friends he recently made while at the music shows, it made you proud to see taerae living out his long time dream of becoming a singer

but just as you were about to speak, someone else called out taerae's name from afar

you noticed that taerae smiled at his name being called. his cute dimples popping out right away

"taerae! it's such a coincidence that were both at the park!" the person exclaimed, taerae giggled, "right?"

as they continued talking, you felt as if you were absent since he didn't even say anything to you, it wasn't until you introduced yourself as taerae's partner that the person acknowledged your existence

"oh. hi." was all they said to you before returning to their conversation with taerae

and after that it became a date with those two with you as the third wheel, just trailing behind them as if this wasn't your date with taerae

taerae seemed really happy to talk with them so you didn't want to barge into their conversation, but it still hurt you how taerae was ignoring you

you couldn't take it anymore and tapped your boyfriend's shoulder. he turned and faced you

"i'm heading home, something urgent happened to my sister." you lied, taerae tried to stop you but you were already far gone

you began walking to the nearby station to head home. just as you were about to enter the train, you heard someone shouting at you from behind

"(name)! (name)!" you could immediately recognize the voice to be taerae's. you were hesitant to speak to him

"please don't go, i know nothing happened to your sister. i'm sorry for ignoring you, i admit it's my fault." he said

"i understand that taerae but you barely spoke to me after your friend noticed you. i was really looking forward to spend some time together."

"i know, please tell me whatever i can do make up for this. i love you so much, i can't imagine a life without you."

shen ricky

you were hanging out at the dorms with the members, ricky had invited you since he wanted you to be there as they were going to watch that reality show you've been telling him all about

the lights dimmed and the show played on the screen, everyone was coddled up in blankets with you cuddled up next to ricky

but you noticed that ricky's phone would continuously brighten as he received a notification on wechat. you didn't think too much of it at first but it got to the point where every second it would occur

even gyuvin began to yell at ricky to get his phone or leave it in his shared bedroom

eventually ricky checked it, a smile tugged at his lips reading the notification

curiousity got the best of you as you couldn't even focus on the show playing, your mind filled with thoughts of the worst. you knew ricky would never do anything like cheating but your naturally an overthinker

just then, ricky got up to pick up a call. making the members sigh in relief that they wouldn't have to deal with the notifications during the show

instead of staying in your spot you went to investigate and caught ricky speaking to someone in mandarin. you heard him chuckling and pacing around his dorm room

but before you could return to your spot, the door swung open and you were met with a confused ricky

"what are you doing here?" he asked

"who were you speaking to?" you replied, completely ignoring his question

"oh it was just a friend! they arrived back to shanghai and wanted me to know."

you were still unsure, "but they were texting you a lot when we were watching the show."

"they were telling me every detail of their trip but then decided to call me instead." the way ricky calmly explained the situation made you feel much more at ease. he even showed you their conversation and translated everything

"oh..i was just overthinking the situation." you shyly responded. he ruffled your hair and chuckled

"we tell each other everything right? i don't want you to think that something has come between us."

kim gyuvin

you've noticed that gyuvin was posting on his story a lot, most of them including someone you've never seen before. most of their stories consisted of their hangouts and selfies of them together

at first you didn't mind it but gyuvin gradually began replying slower to your texts or taking hours to even read them, sometimes he'd even read them but not reply. but whenever he did read them, you'd see that he posted on his story with that same person

jealousy got the best of you, how come he couldn't make time to message you but hang out with this person nearly everyday?

not to mention that gyuvin has never acted like this before. he always replies to your messages quickly and didn't just leave you on seen for hours on end

in response to this behaviour, you just stopped messaging him or even contacting him. it was totally out of character for you to do this but this was what you thought was the best decision

and before you knew it, you were getting bombarded with texts from your boyfriend, continuously asking why you haven't texted him and what you were up to, it made you smile

but you weren't responding to them like he did. you thought that was the end and shut your phone off, not even an hour later he called you. you couldn't decline it and picked it up

"hey, why haven't you responding to my text messages? i miss youuuu."

"why haven't YOU been messaging me as often?" you replied

"what do you mean?" is he trying to act like this past week hasn't been him ignoring you for something else?

"don't act coy, i saw the stories you posted with someone else when we've haven't seen each other in so long. have you been purposely not replying to my texts?"

"of course not! they were studying abroad in australia and recently returned to korea so i've been wanting to catch up with them. i'm sorry if you got the wrong idea though babe. if you want, i can cancel all my plans next week to dedicate it for you, and only you."

"i would love that."

park gunwook

at lunch time you were planning on heading to gunwook's homeroom to see if he was available, but he unexpectedly wasn't there

you approached one of his friends and asked but they informed you that gunwook had actually left early

you did a whole circle around the school but still couldn't find your boyfriend. this was odd since gunwook was always waiting for you in his homeroom so you two could eat lunch together and just spend time together

you thought he was busy playing soccer in the field so you went outside, but to your surprise, gunwook was with someone else

as you got a bit closer you saw that they were sitting on a bench, giggling with one another. you noticed how the other person nudged gunwook's shoulder as they were laughing at something

it made your heart sting for no reason, gunwook always dedicated his lunch time to you, he would've told you beforehand if he was going to be with someone else

the only thing you could do was watch from afar, you weren't being replaced, right?

but just as you were going to head back inside, you heard gunwook call your name

"oh great.." you whispered. he began running after you and catched up to you in a few seconds, soccer really does help with his fast pace

"what are you doing here?" his adorable grinned showed

"uh, nothing really, i was just looking for you."

"ah, i see! i was showing around my friend who recently transferred to our school. we went to middle school together and haven't seen each other in a while."

suddenly all the jealousy you had evaporated as you worried over nothing

"oh okay! i'm glad you two met again!"

"me too! but i promise tomorrow we can spend lunch time together. i'm sorry for not telling you beforehand." gunwook could never fail to make you smile

"deal!"

han yujin

you and yujin were in the same homeroom class which meant you could see your boyfriend more often in school, so you thought that when you had a project to do in class, yujin would choose you as his partner. but that wasn't the case at all

he ended up working with someone who you had a bad past with, that person was never nice to you and had a crush on yujin for a while before you two began dating. they got even more angry when they found out about your relationship

after that day, each time you would ask to walk home together or head out to get food at lunch, he would decline to be with them and work on the project

before you knew it, jealousy began brewing inside of you. you understood that there was a project they had to complete but even after the project was completed, they continued to hang out.

it got to the point where yujin would stop walking home with you and instead with them. they were enjoying it too, giving you smirks whenever they left together. you felt neglected by your own boyfriend

after that you gave up on trying to get your boyfriend's attention. you stopped messaging, calling or speaking to him in school.

yujin noticed this and tried multiple times to talk to you but you would leave class early and head to the academy instead of straight home

one day yujin couldn't handle it and approached you before you could leave.

"can we talk?" he asked. his tone sounded serious so you agreed, he took you out to the hallway where it became a ghost town

"why have you stopped speaking to me? do you know how much i missed seeing you?"

you sighed, "i don't know, it seemed that you were pretty happy speaking with them instead and going home with them."

yujin then realized what you were talking about. you were jealous, he giggled and held your hand

"i'm sorry for ignoring you. they kept asking if we could go places together but i didn't know how you felt."

"so will you walk home with me today instead?" you crossed your arms playfully. he looked down and smiled, then nodding

"yes. from now on."

[aechawrites]

200mph: part four | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.7k

rating: pg

warnings: swearing, kissing, y/n is a little liar hehe, so much fluff they're so in love

summary: jungkook's crazy about you, but luckily, you're feeling the exact same way.

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Your mind felt like a traffic jammed highway. There was so much to think about.

One minute you were basically a nobody, trying to blend yourself in with the crowd, and the next you’re suddenly inserting yourself deeper into Jungkook’s world.

Not that you didn’t want it that way, but it was definitely an odd couple pairing. And Jungkook seemed like a great guy, you were both just confused as to what was going on between the two of you. It was obvious there was something more than just a friendship, you would have to practically be blind to not see it, but it doesn’t mean either of you know how to act upon those particular feelings.

He became very consistent with his texts, apologizing with how busy he had been throughout the past week. You had planned on meeting at the same restaurant as before, but like clockwork, each day something would pop up for one of you and would end up cancelling the night. You would have loved to believe these were “unofficial dates” but you also didn’t want to seem like a creep.

Jimin took notice of you staring off at the wall, not answering anything he said. He thought something was bothering you for the past few days, but if that were the case you would eventually talk to him about it. He didn’t want to pry anything out of you, opting to switch the subject before your focus went back onto him.

“Y/n?” He snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, grabbing your attention.

“Sorry, I haven’t gotten much sleep recently.” It wasn’t a lie. You hadn’t been sleeping, too many thoughts of Jungkook crowded your mind, but you weren’t about to admit that.

“It’s okay, just was gonna ask if you wanted to order anything.” He mumbled, too busy scrolling on his phone.

“Uh yeah.. whatever works, you know I don’t mind.” You didn't mean to sound so defeated, but you could help all of your running thoughts.

Jimin angled his head up, concern written all over his face, but you knew he would never push you to tell him something. The two of you always just freely let the other know of anything that was bothering you, never asking about it. But maybe you should tell Jimin, he knows Jungkook! Plus, it could help clear your mind. You just weren’t going to mention where you guys met, not wanting to admit your lies to Jimin.

“Hey, so you know that friend of yours? I think his name is Jungkook, he’s really nice.” Jimin raised his eyebrows at that, what once was concern was disappearing and switching to what almost looked like anger.

“He’s not ‘really nice’ Y/n. He’s an asshole, most college guys are. Where’d you even see him?”

Fuck. You were going to have to lie, again.

“Just.. in the library. I was bored and recognized him from that night, remembered you two were friends, and just talked to him.. I guess.”

The sight of the two of you looked identical to an owner scolding their pet. You could feel the anger radiating off of Jimin as he looked down on you with furrowed eyebrows. He was about to snap.

“Yeah, we’re friends, but you don’t need to be involved with people like him, Y/n. He’s bad news.” Jimin rubbed his forehead, letting out a long, deep sigh. “Just try to stay away from him, neither of us want or need you to revert back to how you were last time.”

Although that was kind of a low blow to you, he did have a point. He's been along your side with every guy that has played with your feelings, eventually having to pick up their pieces of your broken heart himself. You couldn't blame him for not wanting you to go through those emotions again, especially with Jungkook, his roommate.

He tried his best to keep a straight face (clearly failing), but Jimin was pissed. You were his best friend, of course he didn’t want you to get hurt again by another lowlife guy. And Jimin also couldn’t understand why Jungkook didn't just listen when he said to leave you alone. He’s pretty much asking for trouble with him at this point.

“I gotta go, have to finish up some work. I’ll text you later tonight.” And with that, he up and left. No emotions were behind his words, he couldn't let anything out.

But you were so confused; why wasn’t he happy that two of his friends liked each other? It crossed your mind that maybe he thought he would be the third wheel, you’d have to talk to him later about that and assure him that would never happen. But for now, as much as Jimin wanted you to stay away from Jungkook, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You were still hungry and there was a boy you knew couldn’t resist you, especially if you asked him to go out to dinner.

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“Sorry for cancelling so much, stuff came up and I just got really busy—”

You reached your hand across the small oak table, softly interlocking your small fingers with his much larger ones. “It’s okay, you’re here now, right?”

He smiled towards you, a blush becoming more evident on his cheeks. “I’m glad you called though, I’ve been wanting to see you. Anything new happen with you?”

“Not really, homework, projects, essays, you know how it is. Same old, same old.” You got a laugh out of him.

“Yeah, not my favorite thing to do either.” He took a sip of his drink.

“How have the races been going? You don’t look too beaten down.” You picked at your salad, almost finishing your meal.

“Can’t win every week, that just wouldn’t be fair to anyone else now, would it?” He smirked at you, causing you to blush. God he’s so attractive. “I haven’t placed terribly, but I wish I would have done better a few of those weeks. It's hard to focus when there’s this girl I can’t stop thinking about.”

Your cheeks were so hot you knew you resembled a tomato. How could he say that so nonchalantly! “She’s lucky to have all your attention.”

“Yeah, the luckiest.”

It was difficult not to fall for Jungkook. He was so cute when he would get shy, but so sexy when he would say little things like that to flirt with you. His voice was soft and calming, and you could listen to him talk for hours. As crazy as it is, to you, he was perfect.

It bothered you why Jimin freaked out earlier. As far as you knew, they were good friends! Did something happen within the past couple of weeks between them?

You hated lying to Jimin, but you felt like you didn’t have a choice. If he wasn’t going to be supportive of yours and Jungkook’s friendship, or whatever was going on between the two of you, then the only thing you could do was lie. Someday you’ll come clean to him, but for now, you just wanted to feel out whatever was coming your way.

“You look lost in thought.” He said worryingly, swallowing a bite of his steak. “Anyone I need to set straight?”

You smiled at him, letting out a small laugh while shaking your head side to side. “No, it’s just been a long week, I’m trying not to stress over anything.”

“Well, I’m racing this Friday. If it’ll help you get away from all of the stress, I’d love for you to come.”

“Yeah, I’ll always be there if you want me there.” You knew you would be making more trips to these races. Now that you and Jungkook were getting closer, it was almost inevitable. At least you knew he wanted you there just as much as you wanted to be there.

“Get used to never having a free Friday night then.”

The waitress brought over the check but before you could even peek at the total, Jungkook had snatched the small leather booklet, flashing you a smirk. You would have offered to pay, but knowing Jungkook, that would have been a losing battle for you, even if you were offering the pay of your meal only.

“Let me walk you back. Don’t need any freaks getting to you.” He stood up from his seat, helping you gather your coat and purse.

You’ve walked back to the dorms alone at night many times before. Luckily, nobody has ever gone up to you, but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen, there were weird people who hide in those dark alleys. At least you had Jungkook here with you tonight.

Said gentleman held the restaurant door open for you, connecting your hands together as you embarked on the short walk through the city.

It was a beautiful night, mostly warm with a slight breeze. The weather had been absolutely miserable for a few days, and it was relaxing to have sunny days once again. There were flowers lining the sidewalk, various kinds and colors amongst them, as well as a few leaves from the trees.

You couldn’t help but smile as you felt Jungkook’s thumb soothingly rub the top of your palm. You gave his hand a small squeeze, looking up and meeting his eyes.

The two of you continued walking, hands swinging in between your bodies as he spoke up. “You don't mind me taking up your time, right?"

"Not at all, why?" The wind picked up, blowing a few strands of hair in your face.

"Just didn't know if you had a boyfriend at home waiting for you."

Jungkook wasn't an idiot, he knew you were single. He just wanted to hear you say that you were single, maybe that confirmation would give him a confidence boost.

"There's no boyfriend at home, I promise." You giggled, smile so wide that your cheeks started to hurt.

"Well, there might be soon," he said softly.

You had butterflies in your stomach again, only this time, it was way more intense. He's such a flirt, he knows what he's doing to you. Your red cheeks aren't helping you hide your feelings.

"I don't wanna beat around the bush, I think you pretty much know how I feel about you. It's kind of obvious." He laughed, nudging his head in the direction of you joined hands. "I just don't want to move forward if you aren't feeling it."

He needed to stop pouting; of course, you felt the same way! "Trust me, I wouldn't be here, out with you, if I didn't have feelings for you, Jungkook."

"Just making sure." He gazed into your eyes; you noticed his sparkled with adoration. He was too pretty.

The rest of the walk to your dorm was calm, comfortable silence followed along. There wasn't any awkwardness between you two, just two adults who mimicked hopeless romantic teenagers. And who cared, you were happy and Jungkook seemed so too.

Who cares what Jimin said to you, he doesn't know Jungkook the same way you know him. They're frat brothers, of course Jimin is going to think he's an asshole or a fuckboy, because they usually are. But Jungkook doesn't take Jimin out to dinner or hold his hand like he does with you. It's just different.

You wished the walk could have been longer when you realized you were already at the front of your dorm building. You wanted to spend more of the night with Jungkook, but it didn't feel like the right timing to invite him in, or even ask to back to the frat house with him. As much as you liked him, it was way too early for anything like that, you weren't even dating.

Oh how you wanted to be his so badly.

"Looks like this is where we'll be parting ways." He let go of your hands, instantly pulling you close and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist instead. "Thank you for tonight."

You brushed the brown bangs away from his eyes, resting your hands on his toned chest. "Don't thank me, you were the one who wouldn't let me pay."

He bit his lip, a soft smile evident on his face. "Oh? I didn't know it was a crime to treat you."

"It's not.. but you don't need to make it a habit of yours."

"Maybe I do."

You could see him leaning slowly towards you, his eyes stealing quick glances down towards your lips and arms pulling your small body closer into his chest.

He spoke in the softest voice you had ever heard. "Is this okay?"

Even if you hadn't known him for that long or are still learning about him and entering his world, this felt so right. You've had flings before, and you've been in a serious relationship, but none of that could even compare to this very moment.

You knew this was right, as you whispered, "Yes."

His lips just barely grazed along yours; he snuck a hand up to softly cup your chin and finally pulled you to him, connecting the two of you. Your eyelids shut, wanting nothing more than to focus on his lips as they molded perfectly with yours, they were so soft and plush.

You felt so secure in his arms, the feeling of hands rubbing up and down your back soothing any worry you had. It made your heart melt when you felt his lips curl up into a smile, feeling a faint hint of his teeth against yours. Each of you were releasing all emotions you had inside. You were so vulnerable right now, but Jungkook made you feel safe.

You raised your arms, cupping each of his cheeks as you began to slightly pull away from him, giving his lips few more pecks. As much as you wanted to continue, you didn't want to rush things and potentially ruin anything to come.

The kiss wasn't necessarily short and sweet, but it also wasn't ruined by being a slobber fest. If Jungkook had any doubt you didn't reciprocate his feelings, he was definitely worry-free now. If anything, it made him even crazier for you.

His eyes stared deep into yours, a small bunny smile peeking through. "You better not plan on running away from me now, not after that."

You couldn't help but laugh, god he was too cute. "I wouldn't dream it, Jungkook."

"Not that I wanna leave, but it's late and we both have early mornings tomorrow, and you also probably have a few last minute assignments you need to take care of."

"Yeah yeah, remind me of everything I have to do instead of spending more time with you."

He leaned in once more, stealing a quick peck from you as he began to take a few steps away from the dorm building. "I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight."

You wished him a goodnight, waving to him as you entered the main common room.

You really felt like a teenager again, unable to control the butterflies erupting in your stomach. The smile on your face mimicked the Cheshire cat, and if someone were to walk past right now, they would think you were going crazy. It wasn't your fault you've been loved deprived for such a long time, and now there's a man that wants nothing but your attention.

Jungkook hadn't been this serious about a girl since he had gotten into college. To him, it was easier to just mess around, never having to put full attention and effort into someone who would eventually leave him. With you, though, he felt different.

There wasn't any explanation, and he truly didn't know why he felt that way, but his instincts assured him that you weren't going to leave like everyone else did. He wanted to make a relationship work with you, and he was willing to do anything for you to make that happen.

To feel loved again, to feel complete again, meant everything to you both. Two souls who had been blindly waiting for each other were finally getting a peak at what real love could be, and they wanted nothing more.

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a/n; part four is hereee and im sorry it took so long, life happened and it set me back a little bit, but thank you for being so so so patient with me🥺🥺🤍 please leave me feedback and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for future chapters!!

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[traveler-at-heart]

❤️‍🩹 with Natasha, please

Thank you for the prompt!

Together

A/N: Takes place during Endgame.

Content warning: some violence, Thanos getting beaten up (not sorry about this hehe)

It should have worked.

Clint got a call from Laura.

Just before everything blew up.

You didn’t have your phone with you while you were fighting and if it did work, (God, please, I’ve never asked for anything ever, so just this once), you’d have woken up in the middle of a Wakandan field.

And then Thanos showed up and everything became a mess again. 

Were they about to lose again? Was Rhodey’s sacrifice about to be for nothing?

But Natasha pushed through, and fought against every one of the soldiers from the alien army, vaguely aware that Sam, Barnes and others were finally arriving to provide backup.

But where were you?

A second too late, she realized a spear was thrown her way.

Will I see you again before I die?

“Don’t mess with my girl” you jumped right in front of her, sending the spear back to the alien. It went through him with a clean motion and you manipulated the metal to hurt as many of them as possible. Wanda jumped in front of you, fighting anyone approaching. 

You only had a minute to talk to the love of your life.

“Y/N” Natasha whispered behind you.

“Hi, baby” you finally sighed, happy to see her. The last time her hair was blonde and short. And now, it was long, back to red, save for the tips. Your eyes filled with tears. “How long has it been?”

“Five years” 

You sobbed against her and began to apologize.

“I’m sorry for not fighting harder, I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry, Nat”

“I should have done more. I should have brought you back sooner. I lost hope and did nothing”

“No, stop it” you pressed your lips against hers. “I’m here now, ok? It’s gonna be over soon. And then, you’ll finally tell me your answer”

“You still remember?” she chuckled against your lips.

“I could never forget” you kissed her one last time, before walking to Wanda and standing beside her, your eyes glowing with power.

--

“Hey” you walked up to your girlfriend. She was holding her phone against her ear, ignoring Barnes, Sam and Steve as they planned their next move. Wanda was still taking care of Vision.

You hated the idea of going back to the US, to the government that had chased you and forced you to go into hiding for two years. 

But the situation was critical and you needed to alert everyone. 

“She’s not picking up” Natasha sighed.

“Yel?” 

“I just want to make sure she’s safe. We don’t know what we’re up against here”

“I’m sure she’ll be alright, Nat”

“If something happened to me…” 

“Don’t”

“Promise me you’ll take care of her” 

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you. You can’t leave me. There’s so much left to do”

Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Like what?”

“Well, I still have to teach you how to make a pinata. We have to go to a concert together. A night in Las Vegas where we lose all of our money”

“I hate losing” 

“We also have yet to… have sex on the console of the Quinjet” you whispered against her lips. Natasha laughed in spite of herself.

You took her hand and led her somewhere far away from the rest of the team.

“Sit here, darling” you asked, and knelt in front of her. “I’d also very much like to find a new house where we can live. Pick a date to get married… maybe adopt a dog? Those are all things we still need to do, Natasha”

You placed the ring in her open palm.

“I know this is like the worst timing, and you have a lot on your mind right now. But you should know that I want you for the rest of my life, however short or long it is”

“I…”

“It’s ok. Don’t say anything now. That way I’ll have something to look forward when we beat those nasty aliens”

--

“Nice of you to join us” Tony said, circling the battlefield.

“Shut it or I will throw you into outer space” 

“Been there, not a fan” 

You made a mental note to ask him about it later. Sounds like quite the story.

While Wanda was busy stripping Thanos' armor and throwing his giant sword, you raised your hands, aiming at the ship that was preparing to shoot everyone. 

“I’m moving the canyons but can’t keep it for long” you said through gritted teeth.

It was crushed an instant later by a blinding light. For the first time, Thanos looked worried. 

“Danvers?” Thor looked up, and you did the same.

“Who is that?”

“This is backup” she announced, flying straight to Thanos’ head. The kick sent him to the ground, dirt flying everywhere.

“Tony, Steve, Banner, help Peter protect the stones” you commanded, feeling ready to end this entire nightmare. “Wanda, Thor and I will deal with Thanos”

“Wanda, keep him down” you asked, using your power to control the pieces of armor left in his body. You managed to manipulate their shape and stab him with them. His screams of pain gave you a great deal of pleasure.

“Thor, you better go for the head this time” 

The god jumped up, ready to swing his ax. Thanos put an arm up, partially blocking the attack.

“Wanda, Space Girl, make sure he doesn’t get up. I’m pulling away”

“Where are you going?” 

Your power was stronger when you were closer to the object you wanted to control, and judging by the effort Thor was making, he was gonna need all the help he could get. 

“Come on” you stood next to the sword, lifting it up and ran next to it. With a swing of your hands, it flew across the battlefield. You pushed through Thanos’ neck, while Thor did the same at the back of his head.

Wanda stood next to you, pushing on your side while her other hand held him down. Carol flew next to Thor and pushed.

Steve came running, holding Mjolnir and giving the final push to separate the head from the rest of his body. 

“Banner” Tony warned a second later. Natasha, Peter and T’Challa were protecting him as he wore the infinity glove and snapped his fingers.

--

Dust. Everything was dust.

You were floating away, frantically looking for Natasha.

All you wanted was to make sure she was ok.

But before you could call for her, the wind took you away.

--

There was dust all around you, but this time your hands were steady. Your breath was uneven, but your heartbeat was the reminder that you were still alive.

“Y/N!” Natasha called as soon as she realized it was over. You kneeled, exhausted. “Are you hurt?”

“Just tired. It’s been a while since I’ve done this. God, I’ve missed you” 

You hugged her, hands going to her neck as she held you by the waist.

“Want some pizza?” she said, knowing how hungry you got after a good fight.

“I was thinking Chinese from that place we like” you suggested against her neck.

“Yeah, that doesn’t exist anymore”

“Fucking Thanos, fuck him a thousand times” you broke apart, wiping your tears. Natasha giggled, leaning forward. Your eyes immediately looked down at her cleavage. “Missed you too, girls”

“You had to ruin the moment” she complained, pulling you up.

“Wait, what is this?” you pointed at a necklace she was wearing, a ring hanging from it. “Is that…?”

“The ring you gave me. I’ve worn it every day for the past five years, wishing I had said yes the moment you asked”

“Well, in that case, and even if my knees are killing me right now, will you let me?”

The redhead nodded, handing you the ring back. Aware that the rest of the team was now watching you, you kneeled in front of the love of your life.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes. A thousand times yes” she let a tear roll down her cheek as you secured the ring on her finger.

You stood up, kissing her passionately.

“Save it for the wedding night” Tony grumbled.

“I have five years to make up for, Stark” you smiled against Natasha’s lips. “And a lifetime ahead of us”

[astolfofo]

coming back here again to be annoying sorry- but have you been enjoying hsr? any brain rot thoughts so far? :>

ur not annoying in the slightest! ty for sending in these asks. I've been enjoying Hsr a lot. I'm kinda busy as of right now, so I haven't been playing too much, and I haven't gotten too far in the story. But. I will be playing and writing more in July. So... we'll see until then

also I'm so sorry for just like. answering these like more than half a day apart, I wrote this at 3am and forgot to post it. So I apologize for any spelling errors or if it's like. Uncomprehendable.

As for brainrot ideas...

Okay so the first one I had was about Isekai!engineer reader. Honestly, sort of more like an oc at this point, but it's kinda more of my own self-insert more than anything so... hehe. Basically my idea for this is that like, any good old classic isekai. You're living your life, as an engineering major, until you get pulled into the HSR world. No reason why, but now you're just here. Depending on where you land, it's either gonna get bloody and brutal for you, or it's gonna be a cakewalk, so you have to be careful.

You're given a weapon (gun) for basic self defense, and you know the basic skills, but to survive, but... it's not like these skills will be of much use against an entire world with an envoirment the real world can only dream of.

But it's okay. You're an engineer. You've been through tough times, you know how to survive. You're not one of those wimpy kids who took computer science, or computer engineering. You've been out in the wild for various projects, you've survived long periods of harsh times. You're confident in your practical survival abilities. You have to be. Plus, it's not like you can hesitate, cause you might die at any given point. You're not from this world, and you know people are hostile here.

And because I'm a helpless simp for Kafka (this entire au was literally made while i was thinking about kafka hhhhnnng), no matter where you land initally, given that you survive, you're gonna run into Kafka, and she's gonna take you. Because you're interesting to her, you're an exception to the world. You don't have any future, nor a destiny, you were guaranteed to die.

But not anymore. Kafka's going to keep you no matter what. No one else will be able to have you. She'll have you alive, even if it's the last thing she does.

And you can't escape Kafka. You can't escape the world until you die. Everyone is after you. For less than pleasant means too.

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Okay also... I've just been having chronic brainrot over Dan Heng.

Like just... Him. Him as a very self aware, yet painfully unaware yandere is just... incomprehendable screaming noises. Like he's introverted, has attachment issues, and is just hella repressed. He'd know these emotions... feelings aren't normal, but he can't help himself as he just falls into insanity. Maybe you showed kindness to him, maybe you looked at him a bit more than usual, or even talked to him. Well, whatever it is, he can't help but long for more of it. It's been too long since he had a will for something. It's wrong. It's so wrong. He's aware enough to know that. But you make him feel complete. And he can't help it. He can play this war of mind and heart all he wants, but in the end he'll always succumb to his emotions.

And he'll win you over no matter what. It's the only thing he can do.

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Oh a few others just include like... mean girl Seele/Bronya (Heather's style au. no I will not elaborate. please ask me to elaborate)

Yandere trailblazer too...

Oh Oh and Asta x Subordinate reader (I love asta)

[youknowwhoiamperiod]

hello ariel!

would you tell me something mermaidghost? anything you want to talk about for the ship, something you’ve been dying to share but just haven’t had the chance yet, or a little detail you think should get more love. your choice!

xoxo sunnie (@fic-over-cannon)

sunnie sweetheart heyyy!! you've been on my mind all morning during english class since the topic this semester is film analysis hehe,, i'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this i've just been so busy preparing for uni :((( hope you've been well!!

aaaaaaa simon has been on my mind way too frequently this summer and i fear the brainrot is only getting deeper... ever since i discovered the cod franchise he's been my fav among the 141 mainly cause he reminded me so much of jason (specifically ak) but also not at all?? they're so similar in their critical thinking and acting but simultaneously could not be any more different? like. i don't know. and he's just so fascinating as a character it's dizzying. his persona just opens up so many possibilities and i thought my interest was tamed and moderate at first until aurore started cod posting... unleashing a beast within me....

mermaidghost is a ship that originally was intended to be very tragic. i'm a psychologist hired to work with the 141 studying their ennemies and targets but also keeping track of their mental state... and in all honesty simon's character is not just a walking red flag he's a literal siren sounding. trying to break through him for professional purposes is already a challenge and i don't think he'd necessarily be the worst person to date ever and beyond saving but i wanted to keep it realistic so knowing myself i really wouldn't be able to go on with someone like him. but somehow angel aurore once again broke my fourth wall and i decided to opt for a happy ending but we (he) have to work for it and it takes us a break and years apart to finally come around, making you question if it was truly worth it...

i think what i love the most about this ship and i told aurore about it is the implication that comes with it!!! i'm thinking of a man who's been turned to a weapon meant to destroy every human life he's ordered to. one who makes his adversaries wiggle in fear at the sight of his shadow because they won't live long enough to get a grasp of the brute of a man standing behind them. a silence broken by a bullet sounding is the last thing they hear as it pierces through them and a haze slowly falling upon their eyes before the light flickers out of them, a blurry ghost mask being the last picture they have of this world. a man who has been hardened by his past and time on earth over and over again erasing any type of fear from his dna, a foreign feeling that he's now overwhelmed with as the terror of falling for his best pal's little sister who's desperately trying to break into his psyche befalls upon him. a woman who's laying down her life for the belief of resurrecting broken human lives by the power of the brain and giving everybody a chance for a peaceful life. he's so tormented cause he doesn't deserve to be haunting the mind of someone who stands for everything he's been trained against and he doesn't deem it fair that i'm wasting my time on trying to get him to love me when he's the least deserving of affection and a coward who hides behind a mask, a ghost, the cage locking simon riley from this world. it's such a complex and delicate situation like he holds himself in the lowest standards and i'm just trying to get him out of his own head to realize that he's worth so much more...

anyway i've rambled a lot but he's truly been eating at my brain and i just love love love this type of dynamic... thank you sm for indulging me sunnie sweetheart mwah!!!!

[ambermotta]

I'm using Google Translate to write this, if there's any error that's the reason.

Helloo, I hope you are well 🤍 I have a question that comes to my mind all the time but I didn't know exactly where to find that answer, so why not ask someone more experienced? hehe

I started studying about witchcraft, gods/goddesses and the like a while ago, but it's really only been theory, since because of my parents I still can't practice freely. Do you think there are ways for me to start this journey now, or do you think it would be more appropriate for me to wait?

I would love to start worshiping a specific Goddess that caught my attention and really had an impact on me. Would I be able to do this discreetly? 😭

Thank you for your timee 🤍

Hi! Sorry if I took a bit too long to answer, I hadn't seen the notification 😅

Answering your question: Yes, you can start now if you wish, but that will come with limitations. If you think it's too hard, frustrating, or dangerous to practice "undercover", then it may be best to wait.

There are a lot of tools and excuses for the undercover witch:

Crystals: "I find them beautiful/ they bring me peace/ it's decorative"

Deity imagery: "I really liked this artwork/I like X mythology a lot/ it's decorative"

Altars: they can be very hard to lie about. Buy you can have a portable altar, or a box altar. Plus, they don't need to be fancy at all. Virtual altars are also an option!

As for limitations, these often include:

Not being able to light candles and incenses.

Alternatives: fake electric candles, rbg lights, essential oils and other fragrances.

Elaborate rituals are hard

Alternatives: be simple and practical. Prayers and visualization are your best friends. Do your stuff while your parents are away or sleeping.

Resources can be scarce

Alternatives: be creative so that you can improvise. You can get a lot of mundane items and give them magical/sacred properties. As for deity offerings, stick to "simple but meaningful". If it's edible, you can eat it in ritual or after you're done with your prayers (depends on deity and culture – do your research)

I personally think worshipping a deity is easier to do discretely than doing witchcraft. Worshipping can be just a prayer, sharing a cup of tea with your deity and doing devotional acts in their honor. It can be as simple or complex as you like. It's a very intimate thing between you and the deity.

Witchcraft may require more "materials" depending on how you plan to do things and some of your stuff can really give you away. That's just my personal opinion though.

Over half the time I've been a pagan witch, I was doing it all in secret. My parents were into spirituality, but it wasn't until like.. 3 years ago that they started to be more open-minded about religions other than their own. In their mind pagan gods didn't exist and witchcraft was dangerous (even though they did it themselves, they just did not see it that way).

I was lucky I could get away with lighting candles and incenses, but living in a very busy household I felt like I really couldn't do most of what I wanted. It was hard, and frustrating. But I still kept my deities close to heart and did what I could.

With all that being said, here are some questions for you to ask yourself, to help you decide what you want to do:

Is it dangerous to get caught? If your family is extremely intolerant to the point where it can be dangerous for you, then waiting until you're more independent is probably better.

Are you okay with having limited resources?

Are you okay with hiding stuff?

Are you ready to deal with your parents if they they find out?

Could you answer their questions calmly and within reason?

I sincerely hope I was able to answer your question and give you some insight ❤️

Living in the "broom closet" has its challenges, but it can be equally rewarding.

Remember you can always start small, and if you feel it won't work out, you call it off until you're ready.

[kentopedia]

Hello Rylie! How has your week been? I hope you've been managing your work okay and that you get the chance to rest this weekend. How is Calypso (your cat best friend)?

Your writing for pm Dazai is the best I've ever seen, I love your characterization of him so much. I'm aware that you're in a bit of a Nanami (and Levi?) focus right now, so feel free to take your time with this if you need.

I was just wondering, with how well pm boss Dazai keeps on his mask, mostly remains collected even in intimate moments, is there ever a time when he loses his composure or his s/o catches him off-guard? Was there ever one instance? I'm just wondering if there's anything you could do to surprise him, even internally if he's really stubborn. Just your thoughts.

HI NONNIE !!! <33 this week has been so busy already, but i'm managing hehe. calypso is doing great tehehe she says hello 🐱

SORRY I TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER </3 i feel so bad i get so many asks about dazai these days but yeah.... he is not the main focus these days LMAOO (sorry bby) but thank you so much ! i'm glad you enjoy my writing ! i promise everyone i will continue writing him again <3 i literally just cycle through these three characters so i'm not done writing dazai !

ooh such a great question!! i think that it will take a very very long time for pm boss dazai to be vulnerable with you. like the relationship will start out very rocky + i see it being more of an "arrangement" than anything. unless you've been with dazai since you were teenagers or before he was the pm boss, i dont think he'll be willing to be open with you about much until later. he is very very composed, and it is rare that you can catch him off guard.

though, i think that when your life is in danger, he loses it a little bit. that would be the one instance where i think you could see his mask slip. like if you get kidnapped by one of his enemies, or almost killed in a mission, etc. dazai goes a little bit wild about that, and that's how he realizes you know, maybe i feel something more for them than i thought ??

once you're officially officially together, honestly... i think moments of pure love and affection will catch him off guard very easily. dazai hasn't ever had anyone treat him gently, so when you do something kind for him without asking for anything in return, he is genuinely confused :( he's more willing to let you see his vulnerabilities at this point, so he won't hide the fact that he's surprised. but i can imagine him trying to offer you something in return for such a small favor. like you do his laundry for him or something when he's exhausted and he buys you a gift in return and you're like ??? what is this for and he's like well i just didn't want to be in your debt. and you laugh a little because you think he's kidding, but he just wrinkles his eyebrows because it's a trade-off isn't it ?? it takes him a while to really understand that you just love him and don't want anything in return :((

[sugarmapl]

Idk if you're still taking requests but if so I have an idea

If not, stop here and go get some water. Right now! And do your stretches. Remember to treat yourself kindly!

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The fic request is legit just how stark chongyuns clothes are against the backdrop of liyue. With his white hair, almost glowing eyes and choice of attire he looks almost ethereal in the setting sun.

Good thing too, since he's been missing for days.

This could be any pairing you'd like, or no pairing at all. Your fics are fucking fantastic btw.

thank you so much for the kind words!! your wish is my command <3

i made it into a xingyun fic, i hope you don’t mind! this was brilliant! chongyun is very under-appreciated, so i am more than happy to give some representation to our boy!!

it’s my first time writing a few of these characters so i hope i did a good gob hehe

i hope you enjoy it!!! <3 (sorry it took so long, thank you for being patient!!)

Frost (Xingyun)

There were a lot of things that made Chongyun extraordinary. For starters, his very presence alone was enough to exorcise all demons within his immediate vicinity. That was quite a useful trait for a young exorcist to have, despite Chongyun’s own displeasure with the fact that, consequently, he had never actually seen a demon with his own eyes.

Another thing that was impressive about him was that he was Xingqiu’s best friend. Anyone acquainted with the wealthy and noble Xingqiu would know that it was no easy task. The young man was notorious for pulling pranks and teasing. Unfortunately, that meant that Chongyun was his favorite target. Despite all that, Chongyun remained a loyal and close friend of Xingqiu’s, speaking wonders to the exorcist’s patience.

Chongyun also always carried popsicles on him at all times, and couldn’t eat anything remotely spicy or hot temperature-wise. Many people found that fact odd. They had never seen the ‘ice prince’ consume anything even remotely warm, and even on especially hot days he would make himself scarce. Some began to speculate on why that was, but hardly any could come up with an answer. It was just another mystery of the mysterious young man that often accompanied Xingqiu.

The most significant thing about Chongyun that most people noticed right away, however, was his unique appearance. Liyue was a nation that loved its muted colors. Deep reds, browns, yellows, and blacks occupied much of the popular fashion. These all blended quite nicely with the surrounding natural scenery, creating a harmonious picture of tranquility.

Chongyun, however, stuck out like a sore thumb in comparison. His attire was stark white with accents of blue, pristine and spotless in every way. Xingqiu often wondered how the exorcist’s clothes never seemed to get dirty. The style of said attire was for expelling demons, and while it might have been more common among the exorcist clans like the one Chongyun hailed from, it was rather different in the neutral setting of the busy Liyue Harbor streets.

It wasn’t just his clothes. His physical appearance was just as striking, to the point where even if Chongyun were to wear more muted, plain clothing, he would still stand out regardless. The young exorcist sported pale blue hair that seemed to reflect and radiate light. It was effortlessly shiny and soft, falling around his face in a messy yet graceful halo. But it didn’t stop there.

The pale blue continued down to even his eyelashes, framing his icy eyes in an elegant and yet undoubtedly cold gaze. His irises seemed carved from ice itself, so blue and shining that they were practically glowing. Anyone caught in his wandering gaze would describe it as striking. Even Chongyun’s pupils were unique, taking a form more akin to cat-like slits than human-like rounded ones.

Of course, all of those things had a reason for them. Chongyun was born with unnaturally high yang energy, otherwise known as positive energy. That was how he was able to exorcise demons without even being able to see them, or getting powerful malevolent spirits to flee at his very approach.

The overflowing yang energy also made him unable to tolerate heat of any kind, or else risk throwing him into disarray. Sometimes he would even enter a manic state, emotions in utter turmoil, until he was able to cool himself down with one of his signature popsicles. Even his choice of clothing was intentional due to the yang energy coursing through him. It was white to reflect light and keep him from overheating, and it was also lightweight for the same reason.

Still, the average person wouldn’t know any of that, and so he remained mysterious in the eyes of many. In the setting sun, if one were to witness Chongyun exorcising demons in the mountains or plains of Liyue, awash in a shimmering light as though he were cloaked in it, glowing radiantly in the light of the sinking star, they might think that they had witnessed the divine.

Even Chongyun’s best friend could only describe the other’s appearance as ‘ethereal’, though he would never admit it to Chongyun aloud. Travelers, merchants, and adventurers alike who had spotted Chongyun in the wilderness often confused him for one of the fabled adepti of the region. In truth, his brilliance was not far off.

Now, ‘Why is this important?’ one might ask. Well, it was important because Chongyun went missing four days ago.

With his striking and unique appearance, spotting the young exorcist was not a difficult task. Yet no matter where Xingqiu looked, whether it be Liyue Harbor, the stone peaks of Qingyun, the marshes, or even as far north as Qingce Village, he saw no sign of his friend. Those he asked around, who were familiar with Chongyun’s appearance, had also not seen him.

Even while he was training relentlessly, Chongyun had never skipped a day of meeting Xingqiu in the Harbor. The noble boy would pester him otherwise. Which, of course, Xingqiu tried to do as soon as the exorcist failed to show up the first day. But for some reason, he couldn’t find Chongyun at any of their usual spots. So, he waited. Perhaps the ice prince really was just busy, but surely he would come tomorrow, right? Wrong.

Another day passed, and then another before Xingqiu couldn’t stand to worry any longer and got others involved. It was too unlike the exorcist not to visit for so long, Xingqiu knew that something was wrong. Xiangling, Hu Tao, Xinyan, and Yunjin all offered to help look. Soon, word got out and even the Traveler showed up to search, also gaining the assistance of Chongyun’s aunt Shenhe. Apparently once she heard that her nephew was missing, she charged out into the wilderness without another word.

The group took turns searching far and wide across Liyue. Yet another day passed, no sign of Chongyun. Until…

Shenhe had not rested even a single moment in the past twenty-four hours. It might have seemed harsh, but her training had prepared her for such a situation, and that kind of stamina was nothing new to her. Besides, she wouldn’t be able to rest anyway until Chongyun was found. She might seem cold and distant on the outside, but that was just a look that ran in the family. Deep down, she cared for her nephew greatly and his safety was her top priority.

She was cresting over a hill that spilled down into one of Liyue’s many wide plains when she saw it. In the distance, glowing brilliantly in the light of the setting sun with his stark white clothes and shining blue hair, stood Chongyun. He was like a beacon in the surrounding dull yellow grass and rugged gray rocks. Shenhe’s eyes narrowed in on his figure at once, and then she started running.

Though he would look ethereal almost no matter what, Chongyun was noticeably less blinding than usual. His pristine clothes were tattered and dirty, his hair mussed up, and worst of all, he was walking with a limp, which meant he was injured. Once she saw what state he was in, Shenhe rushed to his side in a flash.

At first, Chongyun was startled to see someone approaching him so quickly, immediately going on the defense. But once he saw who it was, he relaxed, shoulders slackening and reddened eyes brimming with tears. “Auntie… Shenhe…” he called weakly.

“I’m here,” she reassured him, grabbing his shoulders to support him and hold him steady. She noticed that he was burning up. “Are you alright? What happened to you?”

“Abyss… mages… They…” he tried to explain. His voice was hoarse and shaking, and he kept breaking out into coughs, however, so his aunt quickly shushed him.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now. You don’t have to talk anymore. Just rest,” she told him, but he began to protest.

“My body… hot… I need… popsicle.”

“Right, I have some here,” she quickly remembered. She reached one hand into her pouch and produced a pale blue popsicle, handing it over promptly.

Luckily, though Shenhe was not well-versed in the food people typically ate, she learned that particular recipe after becoming aware of how important the popsicles were to Chongyun. With Cloud Retainer’s guidance, she was able to make suitable icy treats that would also suppress his yang energy, and she made sure to bring some with her in her search in case Chongyun needed them. Now she was glad that she did.

The young exorcist took the popsicle gratefully, scarfing it down in a hurry. Once he had eaten it, he seemed much more relaxed, letting out a relieved sigh. Then, his whole weight crashed down onto Shenhe as he appeared to pass out. His aunt easily caught him, cradling him in her arms before hoisting him up and beginning the trek back to Liyue Harbor. She would take him to see Baizhu right away, and then inform the others that she had found him.

She made it back in record time, flying through the Liyue landscape while also being careful not to jostle her nephew too much. She headed straight to Bubu Pharmacy, and luckily, Baizhu was in. He quickly escorted her into the back where she placed Chongyun gently on a soft bed before turning to exit.

“Leaving so soon?” the green-haired man inquired, slightly surprised. He thought she would have wanted to stay and make sure Chongyun was alright.

“I trust you will take care of him. I need to inform the others that he has been found, and then I need to go and deal with the Abyss,” Shenhe replied coolly.

“The Abyss?” Baizhu questioned.

“They must pay,” was all she said in response, and then she was gone.

Baizhu sighed and then got to work. Overall, the examination was rather simple. Chongyun appeared to have a broken leg along with a few bruises and scratches here and there. His internal yang energy also seemed to have stabilized for the time being, so he was no longer burning up. The most concerning thing, however, were the needle marks in his arm.

“What’s that about?” Changsheng questioned sleepily from the pharmacist’s shoulder.

“I can’t know for sure. We’ll have to ask about it when he wakes up.”

Baizhu just hoped the young man wasn’t injected with anything. His vitals gave no sign of anything unusual, but one could never be too sure. Especially if the Abyss Order was involved. In the meantime, all he could do was treat the visible wounds and set the broken leg into a cast.

It was a little while longer before Chongyun stirred awake again. He felt drowsy and exhausted, his limbs weak like they weighed ten times heavier than normal.

As he cracked open his eyes, he saw piercing yellow irises and a little white snake looking down at him. “He’s awake,” the snake hissed.

“I can see that,” Baizhu commented. The snake didn’t reply, just curling back up to take another nap.

“Doctor Baizhu?” Chongyun called in a strained voice.

“Shhh don’t push yourself. Here, drink this,” the man ordered before holding a liquid up to his lips.

Chongyun took a hesitant sip, but when he instantly began to feel better, he greedily downed the rest of the medicine. Baizhu looked satisfied, setting the now-empty cup aside before reaching down to check the exorcist’s vitals once more.

“Ah, much better,” he said to no one in particular.

Chongyun felt that his throat had become less sore, and risked speaking once more. Luckily, his voice came out more normal the second time. “What happened? How did I get here?”

“I would like to ask you that,” Baizhu admitted. “But your Aunt, Shenhe, carried you here. She found you wandering out in the wilderness alone. Apparently it had something to do with the Abyss Order.”

At the words ‘Abyss Order’, Chongyun seemed to tense up. Baizhu immediately took notice of that, but first, he needed to know. “Do you remember what these are from?”

He pulled Chongyun's sleeve back to reveal the needle marks on his arm. The exorcist’s eyes widened in alarm before his brows furrowed together in contemplation. “I think… they were experimenting on me…” he mumbled.

“Did they inject you with anything?” Baizhu asked seriously.

To his relief, Chongyun shook his head. “No, I think they only extracted blood, but it was a lot of it. I remember feeling really drained.”

The doctor let out a sigh of relief. Before he could ask any further questions, someone came bursting through the door.

“Chongyun!” Xingqiu cried as he practically threw himself onto the bed.

The exorcist was momentarily stunned. His best friend was currently wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. Luckily, he had shifted his broken leg out of the way in time before it was smashed under his friend’s weight. Thanks to Baizhu’s medicine, the limb was mostly numb.

The part that had him shocked was the fact that, while Xingqiu could be considered clingy at times, he had never wrapped Chongyun in his arms so tightly and so desperately, like he was afraid the exorcist would slip away through his fingertips. His friend was usually teasing him or tricking him into eating something spicy or something similar along those lines.

But now, Xingqiu was burying his head into Chongyun’s shoulder with his arms wound tightly around his neck. Chongyun felt dampness seep through his clothes and realized that Xingqiu was crying.

“Xingqiu? What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.

“What’s wrong!?” Xingqiu wailed, whipping his head back to look his friend in the eyes. “What’s wrong is that you were missing, and I couldn’t find you, and I was scared because if I couldn’t find you and you never came back or you ended up dead and I was left here all alone without you, I wouldn’t know what to do!”

His words came out furiously rushed, as if he was pushing them out along with all of the air in his lungs. At the end, he hiccuped as another wave of tears poured from his eyes, sparkling as they fell to Chongyun’s chest. Xingqiu leaned over him, the light behind him acting as a halo, and even though he was crying, Chongyun couldn’t help thinking, He looks ethereal.

“I… I’m sorry,” Chongyun choked out despite himself. He wasn’t sure what Xingqiu wanted to hear exactly (he hardly ever did), but he would say anything to get his tears to stop.

“You idiot!” Xingqiu snapped, but he had a fond smile on his face. “Why are you apologizing when you didn’t even do anything wrong?”

“... I don’t know,” Chongyun admitted. But apparently, it had worked, because his best friend’s tears slowly stopped flowing.

Xingqiu wiped at his cheeks, embarrassed. “Archons, you stress me out,” he said.

“I stress you out?” Chongyun asked in disbelief.

To his surprise (and delight), Xingqiu started laughing. His smile was brighter than the light of the lamp behind him, melting the frost clouding Chongyun’s icy vision. The fear and pain he had felt over the last few days slipped away, the only thing on his mind was his friend here with him now.

“I was never so worried in my life,” Xingqiu explained once he had calmed down. “I felt like the world was ending.”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Chongyun muttered, blushing slightly and looking away. Belatedly, he noticed that Baizhu had slipped out of the room at some point.

“I’m not,” his friend said seriously. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”

Chongyun wasn’t sure how the exchange turned into him being the one having to make promises, but he didn’t even hesitate to agree. “I promise.”

“And I promise I’ll never tease you again, or make you eat Xiangling’s cooking, or swap out your popsicles with wasabi ones-”

“What!?”

“-or trick you into playing with the kids at the dock, or drag you along to boring merchant meetings, or-”

“Okay, Xingqiu, enough!” Chongyun interrupted, exasperated. “You don’t have to promise all those things.”

“But…” the young man trailed off, looking uncertain.

“What?”

“What if I push you too far, and you get fed up with me one day, and then you really do leave and never come back…?”

“XIngqiu, look at me,” Chongyun told him. His friend had been avoiding eye-contact, no doubt feeling guilty. “How long have we been friends for?”

“... A long time…”

“And since when have you teased me and played pranks on me?”

“... A long time…”

“Right,” Chongyun nodded firmly. “And in all that time, I have never once thought about leaving you.”

Xingqiu looked up sharply, clearly caught off-guard. “Not even once?” he asked softly.

“Not even once,” Chongyun confirmed.

His friend smiled. “Good, then stay by my side forever.”

Chongyun nodded once again. “I will.”

“Even if I do this?” Xingqiu asked, and then it was Chongyun’s turn to be surprised. His friend had leaned down and pressed a light, fleeting kiss to his lips. When he pulled away, the exorcist was looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Sorry. It’s just that, when you were missing, it occurred to me that I might never have the chance to do that. So, if you don’t feel the same way, you don’t need to reciprocate it. I’m okay with staying by your side forever as friends,” Xingqiu quickly clarified, but Chongyun was done listening.

“Who’s the idiot now?” Chongyun sighed.

“Huh!?”

“Just kiss me again, dummy.”

And so, that was how Chongyun going missing winded up resulting in a confession from his best friend. Although, he guessed they were more than best friends now. Oh, and if anyone was curious about the Abyss Order Mages behind Chongyun’s kidnapping, the screeches of Abyss Mages could be heard reverberating through the plains and echoing off the mountains of Liyue for the next few days to come.

Any who dared to venture that way would see nothing but a flash of ice, a tall woman with white hair, and the visage of a crane. While the Abyss Order might have been after Chongyun’s unusually high yang energy reserves, it was suffice to say they would not be getting anywhere near the young exorcist again anytime soon.

Once the two (former) friends had pulled apart after their second kiss, Chongyun was burning incredibly hot to the touch. Apparently, his yang energy had decided to make a full comeback. Xingqiu’s ambush had caught him off-guard, and now his emotions were slipping into disarray.

“Uhhh Xingqiu?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna need you to go get me another popsicle…”

[frumentariae]

Raul for the ask game!!! 💖

YESS thank you so much kani!! sorry i took me a minute to answer it dkgnj. the adhd demons.

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual, but maybe with some tendencies towards holding back-- Not that he's celibate or anything. Raul has lived a long life, and I think that despite the struggles he's been through, there have been plenty of people who have loved him. He seems to struggle a lot with his confidence, and he's very self-deprecating. I don't think it would be too much of a stretch to think that he's held back his desires as a result of his ghoulification, as well as feeling he's brought danger to his loved ones or been unable to protect them (his family, his sister, Claudia, etc). I think its of note that he's never brought up anyone who's been in his life romantically. Not that I don't think there's never been anyone. He was 30 when the bombs fell, so I think it's absolutely reasonable to think that he had partners before the war. It seems like there's been other things on his mind for the last 200 years, but it's hard to imagine him never having a fling or short relationship or two. But who knows! I think it would be fun to explore that. Gender Headcanon: Cis man A ship I have with said character: honestly a lot of my favorite ships are with OCs of mine, oops hehe. My very first courier was named Mercedes, she was a lounge singer and I shipped her with Raul-- More on her later. Anyways, I was talking with my partner about "what if Raul and Arcade had a fling awhile back" and I thought that was kind of an interesting idea. I like the tension! They both have needs and seem like they're in the middle of a dry spell. A BROTP I have with said character: Raul in general interacting with the other companions <3 I think it's good for him to have friends and a support system. He's been lonely. He deserves it. A NOTP I have with said character: Can't think of any to be honest! A random headcanon: I really love the headcanon about Raul settling in and raising sleipnir, horses, and donkeys when he's not busy on the road with the courier. Good for a guy to have hobbies. Also love the idea of Raul getting a pre-war car to work and enabling some idiot like Chip to do donuts in the desert. General Opinion over said character: I really really really really love Raul. He's so important to me. He was one of the reasons I got back into New Vegas back in the day, and I'm still so so fond of him.

EXTRA: notes on mercedes

before, I was thinking she could have been a lounge singer on the strip (and now and again a courier when she really needed the money), probably in her 30s or 40s. Her face claim was Maria Felix!

(and her courier outfit would be something like this):

Now I'm considering maybe having her be a pre-war Latina starlet who's become a ghoul herself. Maybe she used to even know Dean Domino. She does courier work because her voice and looks (in her eyes) have been ruined by ghoulification, and she's able to go places other couriers can't go BECAUSE she's a ghoul.

Honestly really into the idea. And she and Raul can be old ghouls together <3

[theviceadmiralswife]

Interview with a vice admiral- Dalmatian

Disclaimer artwork found on Pinterest by JoyBoy

Salute recruits and soldiers on this Freaky Friday 🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓⚓

>>>Sorry im a bit late for this one toddler he is walking now....and boy does he keeps me busy.<<< Dalmatian grins knowingly.

>>>Today in my studio is none other then our most fury vice admiral.... vice admiral  Dalmatian.<<<

I wave at him >>>  Good afternoon Dalmatian nice to have you here<<<

Dalmatians tail wagged left to right , his voice sounded excited too >>> hello there. Its fun to be here. Hehe he <<<

I chuckle happily:  >> Great so your ready?!  question 1 is the standard question for everyone of you guys. What are you doing when your off duty?<<<

Dalmatians tail wagged excited  >>> I like walks and hiking ooh and camping too... but that's only if I'm not in Marineford.<<<

I nod:>>> That begs the question how do you relax when your here in Marineford? Mhh<<<

His tail flicks around :>>> Oh I like to play board games then. Its lots of fun, distracts from work... other things too.<<< He carries a mischievous grin when answering.

My eyes lit up :>>> Now that was unexpected whats your favourite boardgame if you had to choose?<<<

Dalmatian ears perk up a bit it makes me grin he's so used to his devilfruit powers its so much a part of him he seems not to notice.

Dalmatian grins :>>> Well its Mahjongg  I also play chess<<<

I nod my head :>>> that sounds like you are a proficient player<<

He nods back :>>> yep<<

I smile his tail continues to sway from side to side.. it almost is hypnotic.. I follow his tail with my eyes, Dalmatian grins at that.. I focus again :>>> okay question 2: Oh  this one is from me as well. So I've seen in Dobermans office the photograph of you guys with master Zephyr..<<<

Dalmatians tail stops moving and I see his face becoming serious he prepared himself for the next question.

Me: >>>.... oh nothing bad but you already had your hybrid form back then, now that is what, 30 years ago.. so how come you got your devilfruit powers that early?<<<

Dalmatian relaxes and sighs seems like Zephyr is still a painful topic and he is relieved that my question is about his devilfruit.

Dalmatian exhales:>>> Well yes yes I was in hybrid form as a recruit. I had my devilfruit for a very long time. My parents were poor and they struggled to feed me as a toddler. One day my mother gave me a mashed fruit she didn't know but the merchant had sold her my zoan devilfruit. But I had to eat... so here I am now.<<< He shrugs his shoulders.

My face goes pale :>>> I'm so sorry to hear that Dalmatian<<<

He waves his hands:>>> Its okay. My mother isn't at fault she didn't know anything about the devilfruits.But yes I have my powers since childhood so when I started to be a recruit with the Marines I was able to using much of it, but not controlling it , the time the photograph was taken, I had learned to keep my hybrid form thanks to Zephyr sensei<<<

My face lights up a bit:>>> Good to know, thanks for sharing. that brings me to question 3 though : what was your childhood like?<<<

Dalmatians tail flicked and then stopped again as he kept his serious look,  ears a bit drooping now: >>> Well it wasn't easy I can tell you that, my father left us after he found out that my mother had accidentally given me a devilfruit. Back then, it was rather a thing for pirates to possess devilfruit powers.<<<

My face reflects the somber mood :>>> I see. So how did you manage... ?? If your comfortable enough to talk about it .<<<

Dalmatian nods :>>>  Its ok such is fate that gave me these cards to deal with in life and I took them in strides. My childhood wasn't easy since I couldn't control my fruit powers. I have been bullied in school and it wasn't nice. As a kid I couldn't control my powers and when I turned into full Dalmatian form  I was a puppy  only , that made it easier to being bullied, during later years from 8 on my zoan fruit powers turned me into a bigger dalmatian, I was with puberty getting completely out of control I chased people.  My mother got desperate and dropped me off with  the nearest marine base.<<<

My face is utter shock...>>> She just dropped you off??? Are you mad or disappointed with her choice?<<<

Dalmatian sighs his ears dropping lower >>> In the beginning yes but I have forgiven her she was struggling with a lot of things at once and having to handle a son with a zoan devilfruit was too much. Its fine I have a good relationship with her now.<<<

I have to cheer and sigh in relief >>> Admirable thats great...okay question  4: your most favourite thing in the entire world? Can be anyth....<<<

Dalmatian cuts me off...face grows bright his ears perk up and his tail starts frantically whipping left and right >>> My mate my lovely sweetpea hands down the best<<<

I raise an eyebrow >>> Mate as in girlfriend ?<<< He chuckled >>> No more like you, sweetpea is my  wife !!<<<, his tail keeps moving happy.

I start chuckling >> okay calling your wife a mate has thrown me off a bit, lmao my bad, it sounds rather on the animalistic side. But oh my gosh I had no idea. How long tell me all Dalmatian.<<<

He laughs as his ear flicks >>> She is a cutie sweetpea,  you might have seen her she works in the HQ cafeteria as Sous chef. We have been mates for 16 years now, married. <<<

>>> ooh really I bet  I saw her and didn't know, I will keep my eyes peeled now,  you come back for a couple interview.<<<, I giggle and take a sip of my  coffee..

 Dalmatian laughs loudly at the idea >>> My sweetpea is shy accept in the kitchen she's the boss <<<

>>> Haha that is cute, please convince her. Now speaking of animalistic traits,question 5 is a weird one, have you retained dog like traits because of your devilfruit??<<<

(well obvious duh)

Dalmatians tail flicks >>> I have indeed it has been so long a part of me that I can't help it... between us I scratch my ear sometimes like a  dog it just comes naturally its also the way how I met my sweetpea. <<<

I raise both eyebrows >>>Oh really??! Ear scratches huh  your wife has clearly an advantage over you then<<<

Dalmatian nods clearly proud of having better senses than normal humans >>>She does. But its also how  I met her when she served food and I smelt her scent  I knew she was for me!!! ... you do smell similar<<<

I interrupted him gobsmacked at his comment >>> excuse me I smell...<<<

Dalmatian nodded eagerly >>> Yes you smell of heat<<< his nostrils flared up >>> and fertile I tell Doberman...yeah... he will like that hehehe <<<

My jaw hits the table I blush, his little demonstration of his senses are insane >>> uhm thanks I guess Doberman likes it.....wait you can smell that??? That is crazy<<<

Dalmatian nods again >>> No worries I'm  forever bonded with my sweetpea , the heat scent of other women doesn't bother me. This is how advanced my senses are as a zoan user ! I smelt when my sweetpea is in heat , sad or pregnant.<<<

I whistle through my teeth >>> That is impressive.  Of course I have to ask,  question 6 do you have children? <<<

Dalmatians ears perk up even more and his tail flicks excited >>> Yes 7 so far  I want sweetpea to have 3 more <<<

I shake my head chuckling, now I see why Dalmatian plays so many boardgames. He got a whole pack to play with.

I'm speechless this man is an animal in a good way and he seems so loving of his wife and kids >>> oh my. ... wow... I need to wrap my head around that. Question 7 has to be this ... dont be offended. Has any of your kids like inherited your devilfruit powers? <<<

Dalmatian grins as his tail pulls out a wallet from his coat pocket, he hands it over to me. >>> look for yourself!<<<

I open the wallet and see a picture of Dalmatian his wife and 7 kids.... I die of cuteness overload. Some of them are normal humans some have Dalmatian traits like cute ears and small tails.

>>>AAAAAAAAW  so CUTE 😍 !!!!  That's it I insist on a second interview with you and your entire family... too adorable<<<, I yell excited.

Dalmatian laughs whole heartedly >>> Your studio here will be a mess hehehe <<<

>>> I take that risk. Hihihi. Okay okay question 8 is rather boring...if your wife is sous chef and she cooks at home whats your favourite dish?<<<

Dalmatian drools at this point leaving puddles of saliva on the table >>> Mmmh sweetpeas  meatballs mmmmhhh yes yes.<<< He licks his lips.

My lips curl into smile, the picture is just to adorable, he has his dog moment.

>>> Alright sounds delicious your family has to come now and your wife can bring her famous meatballs. question 9 What are your future plans inside the Marines?<<<

Dalmatians tail wagged up and down excited yet again yet his tone was strict: >>> I like to see my kids joining the Marines. As for myself I work currently on creating a special unit made out of zoan devilfruit users only...more I can't tell.<<<

I reply understanding >>> Thats great goals for the future. Can't wait to witness it. And finally question 10 what is your ideal retirement look like?<<<

Dalmatian scratches his ear like a dog >>> Mh never thought too much about it... I guess watching all my grandkids... and travelling and loving my sweetpea.<<< He grins at that idea a lot I exhale >>> Thats a dream retirement nice choice. And on that note I say thank you Dalmatian for today's interview the next one i have your whole family here please and thank you.<<<  Dalmatian laughs so hard its almost a bark.

I laugh too >>> Have a good evening  Marinford <<<

[nouies]

HELLOOOOO from your secret santa🎄🧑🏻‍🎄🤍:

I'm really sorry for the very late message, life it's been very busy this couple of days and the closest we get to Christmas, the more crazy my work gets:( But here I am again, just trying to cheer up your day a little bit<33. I hope you didn't miss me too much;).

First things first, how are you? I'm glad you had a good day yesterday and I really hope you had a wonderful day today as well ❤️‍🩹.

So, you're a math teacher, huh? You clever girl. That's amazing! I've always been the worst at Maths, I don't hate them, I respect them but they're so difficult! I mean, I know it's just practice and logic but sometimes my brain frozes at the sight of many numbers hahaha:( So, how you do it? Have you always liked Maths? I'm interested! ☺️

Omg, such a nice combo of colors! I like Pink too! It's really cute and you can mix it with a lot of different colors and it'll look good! And pink it's definitely a calm person color! So i get it <3 One of your favorite numbers it's also one of mine😱. Crazy coincidence, don't you think?

It's amazing to know that our birthdays are close to each other. My birthday is in July and it's also when the springs ends and summer begins. I'm a summer baby!! 🌞 What season do you like more? I used to love summer but where I live it's really really hot, it's unbearable but when it's winter it's too freaking cold, so I prefer autumn, always.

This message is getting so long, my god. I'm sorry but I love to talk a lot, if you can see. So I'll make this quick, my questions for today are: do you consider yourself an introvert or extrovert person? Do you like cats or dogs? And last but no least, favorite song when you where a child? 👀

I'm loving getting to know you better, hope you been liking it too <33

Have a good rest of your evening/night. Sending you a big and warm hug. xx 😙

helloooooo! omg santa, you’re so sweet! please don’t worry abt the messages, i was too happy that i got two yesterday that i didn’t worry much abt getting one today, please don’t stress abt it! hopefully you’re not too stressed? if you even feel too tired just send an emoji and i’ll know, okay? no need to say more <3 but yes, i still missed you.

i’m good, today was eventful really except for some disciplinary matters that i had to deal with my students but nothing big. after worked i came home and watched a match from the world cup, then i read a fic and took a nap. do you like football? fics? naps? hehe. how was your day?

i’ve always been interested in maths and i think part of me being a teacher comes from the times i used to help my classmates with their exercises. i think we’re all good at math bc they’re literally everywhere. you don’t have to solve a quadratic equation to be good at maths, so i’m sure you’re excellent!

i’m so happy to know we both like pink and, what was the number we coincide on? it’s crazy but maybe it’s just something telling us that we’ll get along just fine!

oh, a summer baby! i think we’re in the same hemisphere then hehe. i think i always say fall is my fave season but where i live it’s always hot so there isn’t really a difference between seasons. i like the ~aesthetic though.

you can write and talk as much as you want to, please feel free! i love reading your thoughts. :) and to answer your questions; i’m definitely an introvert even if i talk a lot, but it takes some time for me to be totally comfortable sharing my thoughts hehe. i like both, but i lean towards cats bc i have one! he’s my most precious thing in the world! and a song that i remember listening and singing when i was a toddler was “what’s up?” by 4 non blondes. every time i listen to it, i get flashbacks. it’s not my fave song but i wouldn’t know how to pick one. do you have a fave song?

thank you so much for your message, it brightened up my day! hope you’re having a nice evening. sending a hug back. <333

[shoutogepi]

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𝐛𝐢𝐨 : The only time you can tame your pro hero boyfriend is when he’s bound beneath you in pink, fluffy, quirk-cancelling cuffs.

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There was absolutely nothing wrong with the ravioli you ordered, nor the appetizer that preceded and the dessert that followed. If anything, each dish was divine in its own respect— as they should be, coming from perhaps the most exclusive, romantic restaurant in the city. Especially on an occasion like today. But the thing was, you didn’t harbor much of an appetite for such luxuries. Not when your boyfriend was casting heart eyes directly at you all night, not even batting an absurdly long eyelash at the longing gazes of the other restaurant-goers.

You were hungry, alright. Just… for something else.

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The leather of his loafers had been slowly rubbing against the exposed top of your foot throughout the meal, your heels not offering you much protection from his affectionate game of footsie. He had the nerve to reach across the linen tablecloth and lace your fingers with his, playing with them as he leaned in and allowed the flickering candlelight to wash his face with a romantic, warm glow. Ever the gentleman, he had offered you a spoonful of his risotto, and when you had returned the outstretched offering of your own meal, he locked eyes with you and allowed his tongue to wander out to caress the cutlery before he closed his lips around the silver, two-toned eyes glinting dangerously. You were sure your cheeks turned a temperature high enough to achieve the perfect sear of the wagyu on his plate.

It was criminal for him to be acting like this. To be giving you his undivided attention, to be looking at you as if you had hung the moon and all the stars. As if you were the moon and all the stars.

And for him to have shown up in such a devilishly handsome ensemble— a dark, charcoal suit with a crisp dress shirt, rolled up so that the lean muscle of his forearms was exposed to your ravenous eyes. The muted turquoise tie around his neck only made his left eye jump out at you, something he damn well knew you were defenseless against.

But it was that smirk that really got you going. That satisfied little curl to his perfect, pink lips. He knew what he was doing. He knew that he was going to be inside you in just a matter of time, however long it took for the pair of you to finish eating and get back to his apartment. And he thought he was going to ravish you as usual— and there was nothing wrong with that, really— you loved when he had his way with you. However, that wasn’t what was going to happen tonight. Tonight, he was yours, and he was going to be completely at your mercy.

So you let him have his fun at dinner. You let him fluster you and play with you, let him think he surely had the upper hand.

Because it would be that much more fun for you when he finally realized what he was in for…

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You sat on the edge of the cloth sectional, upright and on guard as you awaited Shouto to return from the bathroom. Half of you had expected to be pressed against the wall the second you entered the premises, smothered in a passionate kiss and his hands messing up your styled hair. Instead, he’d taken the time to pour you a drink and freshen up from dinner, promising to return in a moment before he disappeared down the hallway. Little did he know, he had given you the perfect opportunity to hide your surprise underneath one of the couch cushions— the fuzzy, pink pair of handcuffs completely concealed underneath one of the many pillows that littered the area.

The music from the sound bar across the room was low and pleasant, the melody soothing to your frayed nerves. Your fingers played with the tassels on the corner of the pillow behind you, busying yourself as you allowed another gulp of wine to coast down your throat. This would be your first time… taking charge, so to speak, in your relationship with Shouto.

The dynamic between you was equal back and forth in all other aspects except for your sexual relationship— although sometimes he managed to sneakily pay for more of your dates than you liked to admit. You were still getting your footing as a couple, still in that unbelievable, all-consuming honeymoon phase where the pair of you were so obsessed with each other that your heart felt like bursting whenever his lips pressed against yours. So, taking this step— leap, rather— was quite a bold move.

Shouto returned from down the hallway, a gentle smile turning the corner of his lips upright. You could smell the cologne that wafted off of him as he moved to sit beside you on the couch, his arm naturally reaching out to lay behind your shoulders, allowing his warmth to spread and seep into your side.

“Would you like to watch something, love?” he inquired. 

It was unfair of him to look that good while he was just asking you a simple question.

You fake-pondered the suggestion for a minute, entertaining him as the lust in his gaze only increased by the second. “Hmm… not really,” you replied honestly. “I kind of had something else in mind.”

He mirrored you as you tipped back the rest of your glass, setting the thin-stemmed crystal to the side. “Oh?”

His voice had dropped an octave, his eyelids drooping as you watched the salacious intent sharpen within his brilliant irises. It was almost too much, being the target of his desire— it made you forget for a moment that you were the one taking charge tonight. Only for a second, though.

“Yeah,” you whispered in the most wanton tone you could muster. You scooted closer to him, pressing up against his side fully, and placing your hand on his far shoulder. That took him by surprise, if the flicker of the emotion across his features was any indication. It was gone as soon as it came, but that was fine— you were just getting started, after all.

Shouto’s eyes met yours as your hand trailed up to cup his jaw, your heavy gazes locking just before your lips captured his. He was still for a moment, savoring the feel of your lips on his before he pulled you closer to him, his arm wrapping tight around the small of your back. It wasn’t long before the innocence of your initiation melted off, and his tongue greeted yours as you parted your lips for him. He tasted like the confection you had split for dessert, mixed with the tang from the wine you’d both just downed. His sweet tongue was a welcome flavor, brushing against yours as his hand moved to caress the back of your head. Time seemed to warp as you drowned each other in kisses, and you found yourself almost losing track of your plans once again. But you forced yourself to remain conscious of the situation— managing to take off his shirt and tie, revealing his sculpted torso to you.

Knowing that Shouto was just as consumed with the kiss as you were, you took the opportunity to sneak the handcuffs from underneath the cushion, balancing them on the top of the sofa skillfully. He sighed as you let your fingers slide through his silky locks, his breath hot on your slick mouth before his lips covered yours once again. Then, you trailed your nails down his forearms, grasp tightening around his wrists and pressing them up beside his head. You peeked at him through low-lidded eyes, reassured when you saw his eyes were shut and brow scrunched— seeming to enjoy your little power play, completely oblivious. A thrill struck through you as you swiftly transferred his wrists to the awaiting fluffy cuffs, the telltale click too fast for him to realize what was happening, for both his hands were secured in the device in under a second.

Shouto stiffened, his body jerking as he tried to move his hands to your sides. His eyes snapped open, looking to you in confusion before he glanced at his wrists, the pure shock blooming on his face, plain as day. You moved in to kiss the soft skin on his throat, taking the chance his surprise gave you as the wheels began to turn once again in his brain. Once he seemed to recuperate, his jaw hung open as he tried to find the right words— any words, really. But your lips on his neck only slowed him further, your hands slipping up to rub at his chest while you continued your ministrations. He tried to say your name in admonishment, but you crawled onto his lap at that exact moment, and it turned out sounding more like a moan instead.

“What… what is this, love?” He finally managed to ask, his voice deliciously low and gravely, rumbling against your front as you shamelessly pressed your body against his. He tipped his head back as you sucked at the skin beneath his jaw, holding in another moan while he inspected the cuffs further. “Where did you manage to get these?”

He was, of course, referring to the restraints around his wrists. He was right to question it— the cuffs around his wrists were the very same ones he saw on the daily, thanks to his profession. They were of professional grade— high caliber, quirk-canceling cuffs— identical to the pair that laid in the pack of his hero suit in his bedroom closet. He tried to activate his ice just a little, but wasn’t surprised to find his powers did not answer his request.

You stirred your hips around his lap, causing his attention to return to you instantly. His gaze grew more desirous as he inspected you, your insides fluttering with a quiet relief that he seemed into the whole charade. “I have my ways~” you replied vaguely. There was no way in hell you were going to bring up how you had to beg your friend Bakugou for months on end to get your hands on a pair of these babies. You could tell him that later, when your sexy-time was over. Instead, you kissed him again, brushing his corded neck with your thumbs on either side, cradling his face the way you knew he loved so dearly.

Shouto dropped it immediately, not wanting to push it when you were grinding on top of his lap, taking the reins and smothering him with your soft, sweet lips. “They’re pink,” he managed to observe, his breath getting choppy as you stole all of it away.

It was true, the cuffs boasted a fuzzy, pink material around the insides so that the restraints wouldn’t be so harsh against his pretty skin. The color looked simply divine on him, a perfect mix between the two shades of his hair. You had hot-glued the plush cloth to the cuffs the other day, and while it seemed like a ratchet method, it was the only way you could get the damn things to stick.

“They are pink,” you confirmed, brushing your lips against his ear, your teeth gently scraping on the outer shell. “You wanna know what else is pink?”

His hips bucked and his strong thigh pressed against your core through your clothes, pleasure shooting through you at the sudden stimulation. He answered without hesitation, “Yes. Yes, I do.”

You smiled at his honesty, confidence leaking into your veins from his agile reply. “Ask me nicely, and I’ll consider showing you.”

His eyes rolled back as you pressed down harder onto his lap, his slacks now forming a rather tight looking tent at the front, which you took full advantage of rubbing yourself against. “Please show me, Y/n. Show me what else is pink baby, please, I want to see…”

There was no way you weren’t going to oblige after that, so you smirked to yourself and got off his lap, moving to stand before him. Shouto scooted forward slightly, his legs spreading to showcase the length trapped between them as his eyes burned into yours. You took your time fiddling with the back of your dress, sliding the zipper down and then carefully slipping the garment off your shoulders and down your hips.

“Fuck.”

And there went the eloquence he was so renowned for.

Shouto’s tongue wandered across the bottom of his teeth as his eyes flicked up and down your body, taking in how the pink lingerie clung to every dip and curve on your body. The pure lust on his face made another wave of confidence surge through you, and you turned as you stepped out of the dress, making sure to shake your ass for him a little as you bent over.

“Get over here and take these off.”

You looked back at him, a mix of amused and aroused at his sudden change of inflection. He didn’t sound all that complacent now, his voice deep and demanding— the one that you were accustomed to whispering nasty things into your ear while he rearranged your guts.

“I don’t think so, baby.”

His brow rose the quickest you’d ever seen, the surprise evident on his face yet again. “Excuse me?” he balked.

You stood upright and turned to face him, unapologetic and unafraid as you stalked closer to his sitting form. Spreading your legs so that you were straddling him, you leaned into him, your face was right in front of his as you whispered, “I said, I don’t think so, baby.”

If he tried to stop the shiver that coursed through his body, it didn’t work. His eyes closed and he inhaled sharply as you rubbed yourself against his lap, your cunt dampening the lace that separated your core from his slacks. Your hands crawled down his torso, taking your time to knead the taut muscles that lined his front. When you reached the top of his slacks, you smirked and thumbed over the well-kept trail of red and white that disappeared underneath. You helped him maneuver so that he was rid of the luxurious clothing, leaving him only in a pair of boxer briefs that looked rather tight at the moment. His cock was visible through the dark material, a long and thick temptation to stray from your agenda.

“One sec,” you nearly giggled as you ran over to the kitchen, taking the bowl you had prepared when he was in the bedroom earlier from the microwave.

Shouto watched you from the couch, still trying to devise a plan to get out of his restraints and take his revenge on you. But that all slipped away the moment you returned and stooped to your knees in between his legs, and he could see what the contents of the bowl in your hands was, exactly. It looked like… milk?

As if you could read his mind, you drizzled some of the melted liquid off the spoon and onto your finger, offering him a taste. Like he had done in the restaurant, he made sure to keep your gaze as his tongue curled around your finger, lips closing and sucking the food in question off. His eyes lit up at the distinct sweetness, his mouth following your digit slightly as you pulled it back.

White chocolate.

You laughed to yourself, happy that he seemed interested— his cock jerking against his thigh when you took a spoonful and began to drizzle it over his chest. It was hot, the chocolate molten so that you had to trace over the lines you made swiftly with your tongue, ensuring it didn’t harden and stick to his skin.

Shouto started moaning as you licked up and down his body, watching as your pink muscle trailed around his body, all the while avoiding the one area he really wanted you to pay attention to. A dark spot had started to form at the tip of his cock, and he was painfully hard.

You suckled at one of his nipples, a spot which you knew he was especially sensitive to. He groaned as his head fell back against the cushions, rutting up against you with measured precision. It was hot having him under your complete control, having him squirm and moan beneath you, desperate for your touch. You were sure your panties were drenched by now, there was no way you weren’t with the way he was looking up at you.

Finally you moved your attention to his thighs, his ass moving off the couch instantly as your fingers curled into his underwear, dragging them down his legs and depositing them onto the floor. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of his erect cock, looking full and beckoning. The fucsia tip was engorged and shining with precum, evidence of his arousal that glistened in the low lighting and left a thin path down the length of him. The cool air of the room must have felt intense for him, for his length reached forward on its own, begging for your touch.

Shouto said your name lowly, gravel in his voice as he watched you eye his cock. He damn well knew that you were thinking about how good it would feel to just slip your panties to the side and press him inside of you, how amazing it would be to have him stretching your cunt with his cock. He was sure that he would slip right in, too— he didn’t have any doubt that you were wet from teasing him like this.

You kept his gaze as you spooned around the outline of his flushed member, from one thigh to the other, along the bottom of his abs and over his prominent V. The fire in his eyes only ignited further as he watched your tongue move across his skin, the white liquid pooling against the muscle and gathering in your mouth. His cock strained as it tried to reach for you, wanting for you to milk its own white liquid from it instead of the melted chocolate. Then, you were climbing onto his lap again, offering the melted candy to him while you gripped his shoulders.

His tongue met yours with enthusiasm, sweeping off the chocolate and collecting it into his mouth. You moaned as he eagerly took the liquid from you, taking his time afterwards so that his tongue mingled with yours, enrapturing you in another kiss. Once again his hips jerked up against you, his cock dragging across your clit through your lingerie. You tried to scowl at him, but it felt too good and you ended up letting out a soft mewl instead.

Shouto looked pleased as the noise slithered out of you, his arms straining to reach for you but the cuffs stopping him from doing so. He growled at the restraints, the short chain clinking as he fought against it futilely. “Y/n, please,” he huffed, irritated. “Just take these off and I’ll reward you.”

Shaking your head, you gyrated across his lap again, eliciting a groan from him. “What if I just take the reward for myself?” you purred, getting up and pushing him down to lay back onto the couch.

He was about to object when you slipped your panties down your thighs. Voice caught in his throat, he watched a strand of slick stretch between them and your cunt before he shut his mouth and leaned back, complacent. He seemed to understand what you wanted, keeping his arms still above his head as you slipped your legs between them, then planting your knees beside his neck. He clicked his tongue at your demand, but he didn’t wait long before he split your folds with it instead.

You could feel him smirk against your cunt when you moaned, the direct stimulation strong enough to make your toes curl already. The position allowed him to cup your ass with his hands, fingers digging into your plush flesh as he moved the skilled muscle to trace along your clit. He switched between kissing the bundle of nerves and sucking on it, savoring the way your legs began to shake on either side of his head.

All the while, you busied yourself with kissing down his chest, slowly getting closer and closer to his cock that was leaking onto his toned stomach. You didn’t bother with the chocolate any more, and you didn’t care to tease him either— you wrapped your hand around him and took the head into your mouth, moaning as your lips pulled tight around him.

“God— so good, baby” Shouto gasped, throbbing in your hand as his fingernails dented the skin on your ass. He moaned into your pussy, pushing his tongue inside your entrance and moving it feverishly against your velvet walls. His hips drove up and you gagged around his cock, which only made him pull your body tighter against his face, working harder against your cunt. The pre helped him slide into your throat easier, your spit beginning to drip down his length as you struggled to pace yourself, head bobbing as best you could.

He continued to slurp at your entrance vigorously, even with the restraints making it hard for him to hold onto you. You could feel his smooth hair tickling the insides of your thighs as your hips swung back and forth over his mouth, your fingers cutting shallow grooves into his thighs as you slid his length along your tongue.

“Fuck, just like that,” you paused, saliva shining on your lips as you glanced down at Shouto, his tongue rubbing at your clit with steady licks. You took a moment to enjoy the view, his chiseled jaw protruding as he ravaged your sex, having abandoned any defiance he previously harbored. You luxuriated in another minute of his sensual efforts before you moved your hips back, carefully taking your legs out from between his arms and moving so that Shouto was sat upright, and you were hovering over his lap again.

A silvery sheen covered the bottom half of Shouto’s face, his eyes blazing into yours as he wiped his chin with the back of his cuffed hand, then licking his lips. Even if you were the one in charge here, he knew how to rile you up, and he certainly knew how to deliver as well. You just didn’t expect for him to try to fluster you.

“Did that feel good, Master?”

You sputtered at the sudden title, eyes wide and body still while you lingered above his lap, his hard cock grazing your slick thighs. Your mouth hung open as you tried to formulate words, the shock evident on your face. “I—”

Shouto seemed charmed by your lack of response, your brain still buffering as you tried to process what he had just called you. He raised his cuffs over his head, settling into the couch while he thought he had managed to snag the upper hand from you.

Like hell you were going to pass him the reins.

“That felt so good, baby,” you purred, enjoying the shock that suddenly appeared in his vibrant irises. You dragged your hand down his chest, fingertips bumping over one of his rose-colored nipples. “You’re such a good boy for me.”

His cock smacked against your thigh, your eyes glinting down at him as his body betrayed him in his fleeting attempt to hide his response to your praise. Suddenly the mischievous look in his gaze had dissipated, melting into longing instead. He seemed confused by the sudden change of emotion, but you didn’t give him long to contemplate it— you lightly drew your nails down his abdomen and grasped his cock, a startled noise sounding from his throat. Tracing the swollen head against your slit, you doused him with your arousal, teasing the pair of you as you dipped the tip just barely inside before rearing back. You half expected him to thrust up and sheathe himself inside of you, but he only laid there beneath you, watching your core glide against his length in assent. His legs twitched with the urge to feel your silky cunt around him, but he remained still, athletic thighs strained while his hips wiggled just barely. His eyes widened as you turned around, presenting your bare ass to his gaze and allowing your cunt to part, dragging it along the vein on the underside of his erection.

“Aha—” he sucked a breath in through his grating teeth, brow furrowed and gaze focused on where your bodies connected on his lap. “Please Y/n…”

You looked over your shoulder at him, catching how his pupils were dark and full of lust. There was nothing you wanted more than to stuff him inside you already, but you had to hear him utter it one more time before you allowed the both of you to sink into pleasure. “Please, what, Shouto?”

His gaze lifted from his lap to meet your eyes, full of desire. He whispered, this time much more shameful than the last, “Please sit on my cock… Master.”

You smirked, straightening your hips over his, arching your back, and sinking down onto his awaiting length. Impaling yourself with his cock always hurt at first, the girth of him stretching your sopping core like nothing else— no one else— could. It was impossible to stop yourself from crying out, agreement coming from Shouto in prefect harmony. The cuffs clinked as his hands flew down to grab your waist, awkwardly placing them on your lower back as he couldn’t grab you as he desired, thanks to the pink, fuzzy restraints.

“Good boy~” you moaned, ass jerking back to swing your hips down onto the tops of his solid thighs. There was a ridiculous amount of pleasure that coursed through you with each rut of your hips against his, beginning to find a rhythm as the lewd smacks interrupted the soft music humming from the other side of the room. His cock jumped in response to your praise, stretching to press into a spot nestled deep inside your gummy walls.

Shouto watched you shiver through hooded eyes, feeling your cunt clench down onto him as your hips pushed down to get his cock to press harder inside of you. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he groaned, head tossing back over the back of the sofa, a long moan following.

“Oh God,” you whimpered, knees pushing into the cushions so you could find an arch that allowed the very tip of him to relocate the same angle, again and again. Your slick started to drip down your thighs and onto the tops of his, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. You felt like your stomach was on fire with how turned on you were— having him at your complete mercy made your cunt tighten around him, lust clouding your head.

One of your hands moved behind you and planted on his abs to help leverage your weight as you bounced on his lap, the other hand sneaking between your legs to toy with your neglected clit. Shouto whined when your fingers touched the sensitive nub, your pussy squeezing his cock even tighter at the stimulation. It felt amazing to rub yourself with his cock plunging deep inside of you, your slick bountiful enough to spread across your clit and aid your efforts.

You kept up the pace, your thighs beginning to tremble as the pressure in your stomach continued to heighten. All the while, Shouto was moaning from beneath you, trying to hold his noises of content back, but failing each time. His large, rough hands trailed up and down your spine while you humped his lap, the metal of the cuffs a sharp contrast on your skin from the soft, pink cloth you fixed onto them.

“Slow down, love,” he choked out, the words heavy in his throat. There was no way he was going to last at the pace you were setting, not after you had handcuffed him, sucked him off, and started throwing your ass back onto his lap. You didn’t want to stop, but you knew that if you ignored his plea he was going to cum too soon. “Wait—” he whined when you got off his lap, standing up and turning around, letting him watch as you unhooked your bra.

You didn’t make him wait long, though. Your knees sank bank into the cushions on either side of him, but this time, your front was facing him. Shouto took in the sight of your naked chest gratefully, taking it upon himself to slip one of your nipples into his mouth. Guiding his wet cock back between your legs, you exhaled as you lowered yourself onto him again. Teeth grazed across your chest, your fingers winding through the short hairs at the back of his neck and carding through them. The new position allowed him to reach new depths when you fully sat on his lap, your toes curling at the edge of the cushion. You rolled your hips in slow and precise circles, grinding his length inside of you brazenly.

Leaning in so that your teeth could pinch at his bottom lip, you forced him to look up at you, savoring the fucked-out expression painted across his handsome features. “Fuck baby, your cock feels so good inside me,” you whispered, lips trailing across his cheek so that you could nip at his ear and test your newfound discovery another time. “You’re such a good boy, Shouto~”

Pure euphoria crashed through you as he bucked his hips up, slamming his cock balls-deep inside of you. You knew that you were supposed to be the dominant one right now, but it was impossible to keep the moan his action induced inside.

“Anything for you, Master,” he grunted, a sinful crackle in his tone as his tongue traced over your collar bone.  

It didn’t help that his voice was so damn deliciously low— he was already sexy enough on his own. But when he had you all to himself, he stepped it up another level that none could ever imagine existed— the side of him that was devoted to your pleasure, the side of him that was dedicated to pulling orgasm after orgasm from your body until you were left boneless and breathless.

Shouto began to bounce you on his lap slightly, meeting you each time your hips fell down so that he could push entirely inside of you every time. You didn’t want to let him take over just yet, but his hips never seemed to tire, even now when yours began to tremble with exertion. That familiar pressure was back and building again, faster than last time in between your hips. Shouto was well aware of your declining energy, his hands cupping your breasts and thumbing over the hard buds on each one, the cuffs digging into your middle with each thrust.

“Take the cuffs off, Y/n,” he murmured, fingers twisting at your nipples gently. Then he started to suck a hickey into your cleavage, his cool breath making goosebumps appear on your skin.

“No,” you gasped as you dropped particularly hard onto his cock, silky inner walls spreading especially deep as his length pressed inside of you. “I can’t— have to make you feel good —agh, fuck!”

He flashed you a short smile, huffing as you continued your efforts on his lap. “I feel good when you feel good,” he replied, pinching at you harder, relishing the sweet moan that tumbled from your open mouth. “Please, I’ll behave, promise.”

You didn’t need to hear anything else from him, leaning back and swiping the key from underneath the book on the coffee table— where you had stashed it when you hid the cuffs in the first place. As soon as the cuffs were off, Shouto tossed them to the other side of the room, the pink restraints clattering as they landed somewhere on the floor. His hand immediately gripped your waist, fingers spreading out across your lower back, and tilting you back slightly while he leaned forward, thrusting up into you with fervor. The other hand made a makeshift ponytail of your hair, pulling it so your throat was exposed with your head thrown back.

The sudden change in angle elicited a pathetic mewl from your chest, his cock hammering into your g-spot at such a pace that you were instantly brought to the brink of an orgasm. You clung onto his shoulders for dear life, his head buried in your neck while he sucked his mark into your skin, the wet, quick slaps of your fronts meeting repeatedly echoing through the apartment rhythmically.

“S’That feel good, Master?” His tongue trailed up your throat and he nibbled at your ear, just as you had done to him just minutes ago.

You could barely think, your cunt pulsing as you got closer and closer to cumming right around his cock, your fingernails digging into the thick muscles that lined his shoulders. “Y-Yes, fuck— so good— such a good boyyy~” you cried, tears gathering to dot along your lashline, your body overwhelmed with the ecstasy rushing through your entirety. “God, Shouto— I, I’m gonna—”

“Do it, love,” he ordered, hands dropping so that each cupped an ass cheek, spreading your legs even more so that each thrust was ensured to drive as deep inside of you as possible. He could feel your pussy clamping down on him, squeezing his cock hard enough that you must’ve been right on the edge, just needing that extra little push. “Please— ahh fuck, I— I want you to cum on my cock. Cum for me, Master.”

That was all it took for you to be creaming on his length, your body quivering in his hands as your cunt fluttered with bliss. It felt like the world was crumbling away and that Shouto and you were the only two people on the planet, like he was pouring oxygen into your veins just as you were about to run out of breath.

As you were still in the throes of your orgasm, Shouto maneuvered you so that your back was pressed up against the top of the coffee table in front of the couch, falling to his knees and throwing your shaking legs over his shoulders. The bowl of white chocolate and the magazines in the corner of the table fell down onto the hardwood floor, but neither of you were paying attention to the sound of the ruckus.

He began fucking you then, his hands clasping your thighs so that your body stayed close enough for him to slam his hips into yours without mercy. “Fuck Y/n, you’re so sexy, look at you, baby,” he hissed, taking a moment to examine your puffy cunt, spitting on it crudely before a thumb began to rub at your clit earnestly. “I’m your good boy, huh? See how good I fuck my Master?”

“Oh God— oh, fuck Shouto, yes! Don’t stop!” you exclaimed, and somehow, even though you were still cumming from before, another pressure started to build in your stomach, gathering faster than you could comprehend.

A heightened euphoria rushed through your nerves and tickled at the ends of your limbs, different from before. You whimpered when you realized what was happening, but by then it was too late to warn him— Shouto was pounding into you relentlessly, and his thumb steady on your clit only made your high arrive even faster. A strangled moan slipped out of you as clear liquid splashed across his abdomen, your body shivering and convulsing as it struggled to handle the pleasure he delivered to you. You had certainly orgasmed before, but this was as if the pleasure you had felt increased tenfold, leaving you truly wrecked and exhausted.

You were still squirting as you came to, and when you were finally able to look at him, you watched as he stroked his slick cock with ferocity. His eyes were focused on your soaked thighs before they closed and he groaned deeply, ribbons of white spurting past his hand and splattering across your breasts and stomach. His palm slapped onto the tabletop beside your waist while he hunched forward, out of breath as pleasure wracked through his fit body, the muscles that lined his torso heaving while his pink cock throbbed in his hand.

Your head fell back onto the table as you recuperated, shocked that he had just made you squirt all over him, and then he proceeded to cum at the sight, painting you white with his spend. Another minute passed and you were still trying to find your breath, coming down from your high, even though Shouto had already recovered from his.

A warm hand cupped the back of your neck, and you opened your eyes, realizing suddenly that you were secure in his arms, moving past the messy living room and down the hallway to his bedroom. His lips pressed against your forehead softly when he entered his room, your heart skipping a beat in your chest as you took in the dozens of lit candles that lined the walls and windows. It only continued when he turned into the ensuite, the bath filled with cloudy pink water, flower petals floating on the still surface and littering the surrounding tiles.

“Shouto— this is…” you tried to sit up in his arms, but he only held you tighter against his chest. There was a proud look that lingered in his eye, yet he only offered you a soft smile as you looked between him and your surroundings. No one had ever committed such a romantic act for you before, and you sure as hell hadn’t been expecting such a suave move from your boyfriend of a couple months.

So this is what he must’ve been doing when you had returned from dinner.

“There were bubbles, but someone distracted me and they must’ve popped while we were preoccupied,” he explained, fingers brushing a strand of hair to the side of your face.

“I— it’s perfect, baby,” you chirped as enthusiastically as you could, your body still drained from the exertion of two consecutive orgasms. “Thank you, I love it.”

He hummed as he shifted your weight to one arm, reaching out and activating his quirk to heat the water to the right temperature again. You sat in his arms, satiated and more content than ever as you surveyed his handsome face. Surely there would be hearts in your eyes, with how loved you felt in this moment.

Once he was satisfied with the warmth the water offered, he stepped into the tub, slowly submerging the two of you in the pleasant-scented bath. The warmth flooded into your tired bones, your body happy to be swaddled in his embrace as he held you close. You hummed as you rested your head against his chest, hand coming to rest beside your face.

“How’s the water? Just let me know and I’ll fix it to your liking… Master.”

You scoffed and slapped at his chest, the pink water splashing across his pale skin. He donned a genuine smile at the sound of your laughter, calloused fingers stroking down your spine. “Shut up,” you managed, cupping his neck and pressing a kiss to his throat to show your words held no real intent, “It’s perfect, I mean it. Thank you, Sho.”

Shouto’s smile remained, his eyes soft as his leg curled around one of yours beside the porcelain of the tub. “You deserve it,” he murmured, thumb swiping across your cheek to rid you of a water droplet that had splashed onto you from your attack. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

 ─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

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happi belated vday babes!! <3 once again, sorry it’s late~ I hope you all had a good one tho!! :3 love y’all <3 <3 <3 

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[chosonore]

part four | waiting

waiting [verb. to allow time to go by, especially while staying in one place without doing very much, until someone comes, until something that you are expecting happens or until you can do something]

pairing: kamo choso/f!reader

summary: falling in love with choso was a gradual and slow process, creeping up on you so inconspicuously that you don’t realize until the feelings hit full force. he’s become a constant in your life, your sun, your home. but does he return the feelings?

wordcount: 8.6k

content/warnings: roommates au, friends to lovers, fluff, slice of life, mild angst, pining, the amount of oblivious reader and choso will kill you, slow burn, characters are aged up if not already obvious, lowercase intended, [UNEDITED]

a/n: oh my god it took me so long to write this chapter and i am so horribly sorry fhakuefaf there were just so many things happening in my life but i’m so glad to have finally gotten the motivation to get it out. it’s mildly angsty but not too much - i hope you enjoy! i hope you won’t have to wait for the next chapter for such a long time again :( but good news, we’re at the halfway mark!! last stretch hehe

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to say it was awkward would have been an understatement. yuki was blissfully unaware of the tenseness that her presence brought to both choso and you, acting like she’d always been part of your relationship and that there wasn’t this underlying issue between her and choso. no no, yuki was comfortable, very much so. and for some reason, she was utterly enamoured by you. despite the fact that choso had told her that you were mere roommates, she was fussing over you, asking for your name, what you were doing, your hobbies and ushering about how cute you were. when choso had told you she was very outgoing and not afraid of anything, you didn’t think to this extent. but now you knew what he meant.

so now you found yourself seated at a table in a nearby café, staring at choso who was sitting across from you and awkwardly flipping through the menu as yuki explained why she was back in town. upon realizing that she'd woken both choso and you, she insisted on taking you out for breakfast as well. having piqued her interest, she wanted to get to know you as well - yuki did not accept no for an answer, no matter what excuse you were able to come up with on the spot. 

choso didn’t seem to be thrilled either. but whether the reason for that being the fact that he was rudely awakened early in the morning or that he was genuinely not happy to see yuki, you couldn’t tell. perhaps he wasn’t ready to see her so soon, still needing some time to prepare. 

yuki wasn’t bothered by the awkward atmosphere, maybe she didn’t even pick up on it. her presence was overwhelming, drowning out any other presences so that you had no choice but to focus on her. from the corner of your eyes, you could see her leaning over to you, curiously looking at the menu in your hands. “it’s been a while since i’ve been to this café, i’ve really missed it,” she exclaimed before pointing to a menu item. “y/n, if you need a recommendation, this breakfast menu is by far the most delicious that you can get!”

“oh um. yeah, thank you… let me look into it,” you replied startled and sent her a small smile before busying yourself with studying the card. on the other side, choso was glancing at the two of you, the menu discarded to the side long ago. a myriad of feelings welled up in him, a confusing mix of somethings and nothings but none of them clear enough for him to discern. he did feel irritated about yuki’s sudden appearance - it was no different from when she simply broke up with him and disappeared. her actions were erratic and spontaneous, there was no pattern or logical explanation to them.

so really, it shouldn’t have surprised him this much. not being able to control the situation left him disgruntled, why did he have to face yuki sooner than he liked to? talking about their relationship in front of you would be painfully awkward. furthermore, there was another feeling arising in choso’s chest, one that he rarely felt and didn't know how to handle. jealousy. but for what? was it because yuki was stealing all your attention? you were roommates, choso saw you everyday.

"so, how did you two meet?" yuki asked curiously and waved at the waitress who had taken your orders and picked up the menus to take away. "if he hasn't told you about me, i'm the infamous yuki! we were in a relationship at some point and broke up almost a year ago. i texted him a while back to let him know that i was back in the city but didn’t get a reply so i thought i would investigate.”

she glanced at choso before her gaze fell onto you, amused by how you were avoiding her. the table seemed to be more interesting, having become the victim of your wandering fingernails. "though i didn't know that he found himself a cute roommate like you. you get along so well too-"

"yuki." choso groaned, frowning at the blonde female in front of him. she simply snickered at his reaction and pat his arm reassuringly, as if saying that she only meant well. 

"aw, come on, i'm happy for you! ever since you renovated and opened the studio, you've been mostly working or hanging out with the guys."

"who-"

"mahito and geto told me, we went out for a drink last night," yuki explained with a grin, loving the dumbfounded look on choso's face. it was rare that he was rendered speechless but it was a sight that she enjoyed. there was something adorable about his confused face, how he was scrunching up his nose and furrowing his eyebrows. it made yuki want to smooth out the wrinkles, kiss his cheeks and tell him that it's fine.

again, choso sighed, muttering under his breath about what kind of gossipers his friends were. too nosy for their own good. yuki shook her head, swatting his arm again. "you know they're just looking out for you," she disagreed with a lighthearted tone, giving him a soothing smile. "you're a workaholic, whether you like to admit that or not. and when you're not working, you're spending time with yuuji or venturing on your own."

you shifted around in your seat, suddenly feeling like you were the third wheel in the group. it was obvious that yuki and choso had history and have known each other for a long time. she knew things that you had yet to uncover about choso and it was silly of you to even feel anxious about it - you couldn't help it, yuki was disrupting the harmonious atmosphere and routine that choso and you had created. what was it about yuki that bothered you?

the conversation was interrupted when the waitress came back to bring the ordered items. immediately reaching out for your plate, you dug into your meal. much to your dismay, the menu that yuki had recommended turned out to be good after all. the small grudge that you held against her was gradually melting away, soothed by the deliciousness that were pancakes. as you busied yourself with them, you almost forgot about your companions.

yuki was still animatedly talking to choso, pestering him about the story of how you two met. he gave her all the details she wanted to hear, making her giggle in excitement for him. she then turned to you, her tone suddenly growing softer as she asked about you. reluctantly, you conversed with her - yuki could tell that you were shy and toned it down. surely, choso must've told you about their relationship as well and caused you to be cautious around her. but yuki meant no harm, she genuinely wanted to get to know you. especially since she was going to stay in town for an indeterminate time.

“y/n, if you wanna hang out, call me anytime, yeah? i’m currently still free since i’m still hunting for jobs so i’d love to get to know you,” yuki suggested with a grin and nudged you gently. “we can just hang out and have a really nice girls’ day, you can bring your other girlfriends too! and you can complain about choso, if you need to.”

yuki giggled playfully, sending choso a wink. the latter just rolled his eyes and sighed, sipping his coffee. even the warmth of the coffee couldn’t soothe the worries that were rising up in his chest.

“eh? you met yuki?”

you cringed at nobara’s loud voice that was echoing through the room, nearly bursting your ear drums. you shushed her, scrambling to cover her mouth in panic. though choso was still at work, you were paranoid that he could come in any time and hear you talk about yuki and your first encounter with her. but nobara being nobara was loud as per usual, hardly being able to contain her emotions. she pushed your hand away and rolled her eyes, whisper shouting at you: “spill the beans, i want to know! are choso and her back together or what’s going on?”

"can you please not be so loud? i really don't want choso to hear, i haven’t even talked to him about this!” you shushed nobara again, moving closer to her so she would at least not have to shout anymore.

“what do you mean you haven’t talked to him? okay, you know what- spill, i have all the time in the world.”

before you started the story, you tiptoed to the door and peeked outside. though it was already nearing the late evening, choso hadn’t come back home yet. you fumbled with your phone, taking a peek at the lock screen. no new messages. it seemed like choso was working overtime today; perhaps he had a late appointment or something took a while or was just cleaning the studio. either way it was good that he wasn't home just yet, that allowed you to discuss the entire ordeal with nobara in peace.

the way nobara seemed to be incredibly eager to hear the story was making you suspicious - the thought of her liking choso hadn't yet entirely dissipated from your head. it was still lingering and spreading doubt in your mind. was she really not interested in him? or was this just simple gossip between friends? you pat your cheeks, shaking your head. now was not the time to ponder about it while she was here. that was something you could worry about later.

as you told her about your first encounter with yuki and how you'd gone out to have breakfast with her and choso, she seemed to get increasingly more confused. there was a frown on her face, one that told you that she was coming up with wild theories while trying to piece all the details together. while most of the time, they didn't  seem to make much sense, other times she would be spot on. so you sat patiently, waiting for her reaction when you were done telling the story. 

"i'm not sure what to make of it. i feel like we should ask megumi and yuuji for their insight too-"

"no no no, it's not that serious, nobara! it's not our business or relationship after all. choso is a grown adult, he'll figure things out by himself," interrupting her, you shook your head. and now that you spoke those thoughts out loud, it sounded ridiculous to care about it so much. "i guess i was just curious because i don't want choso to get hurt… and besides, he told me he just wanted to get some closure and move on. he has no intention of getting back together with her."

"but does she feel the same way?"

“what do you mean?”

“is she okay with just being friends? or did she reach out for him with the intention to get back together again?”

that was a tough question indeed. she definitely seemed more willing to rekindle their relationship, mend whatever issues were between them. and you assumed that she wanted to remain friends with choso. there was nothing more, she was overly friendly but that was simply her personality. “i didn’t get any such vibes from her… i think they’ll be fine. and yuki was very curious about me, so i think she wanted to befriend me as well. she does strike me as someone who would want to be friends with everyone.”

nobara shrugged slightly and snorted as if she’d just had a silly thought. “what if she’s interested in you?”

there it was, another silly idea of hers.

“now you’re just being ridiculous,” you shook your head and shoved nobara gently, rolling your eyes as she huffed indignantly. “don’t get stupid ideas, i did tell you it’s fine after all. i’m not getting any weird vibes just yet so for now we should just chill.”

“hmph, whatever you say. but don’t come crawling to me if my premonition is right, okay? i’ll just tell you that i told you so,” nobara turned away, faking a pouty and offended look before bursting out in laughter when you pinched her arm. both of you knew that when it came to it, you would always be there for each other, come heaven come hell.

“okay but now i’m hungry. should we order pizza?” as if a switch was flipped, the short haired female scrambled to get up from your bed and swiftly padded to your kitchen. though you’d only been living here for a few months, nobara stayed over so often that she knew the entire apartment by heart and which spots to avoid because they were choso access only. really, it was as if she’d made herself home and has always lived here. “on second thought,” nobara sat at the counter, playing around with her phone and called out for you. “should we order one for choso as well? shouldn’t he be home soon?”

“i’m not sure,” you retorted, checking your phone again. “usually he’d already be home around this time but i guess he’s doing overtime. he didn’t text me though, so i don’t know when he’ll be home.”

“no pizza for him then,” she exclaimed unceremoniously, tapping around on her phone as she ordered for the two of you. “you excited for our trip to the beach? you better bring your best clothes and cutest bathing suits, i’m not gonna have the three of you embarrass me.”

“you really want us to steal the spotlight from you?”

“i am the spotlight,” she giggled and held her phone out to you, swiping left and right so you could see the clothes that she’d recently ordered to bring on the trip. thankfully, you had passed your exam with the help of choso calming you and forcing you to take breaks every now and then, sometimes even joining your study sessions. he would take a seat on your bed, making you sit next to him with your legs sprawled across his lap as he squeezed them gently whenever you’d get an answer right. it was a tremendous relief for you, being able to let go of all the stress that had plagued you throughout the semester. 

you could finally truly enjoy the summer, without any repercussions for lazing around. thinking of the trip made you remember how you’d talked to choso just a while ago and asked him whether he had any plans for the summer. choso had simply shrugged and explained that the studio had many bookings over the summer so they would be taking a break after - apparently mahito had whined about how they never went on holiday together anymore like they used to and essentially forced them to plan a trip together as well. 

where to? choso didn’t know. mahito refused to let them know where he planned the trip to and only told them to pack light clothes. he seemed to be thrilled, however, so choso didn’t want to inquire about any further details either. surprises were good sometimes, he’d claimed. coincidentally, the date of your trips coincided. but since choso didn’t know any details about the trip, he couldn’t tell you when he would be coming home either. perks of being the owner of the studio, you guessed.

"are you sure you don't wanna go shopping as well? i saw some pretty cute dresses! and some of the shoes are on sale, i just couldn't say no," nobara questioned, leaning her elbow against the counter and turning towards you. you grabbed some glasses from the cabinet, handing her one before you grabbed the water jug. 

"i think i'm good. it's just a trip to relax and to have some quality time together after all, no need to impress anybody."

"not even if you happen to meet a super cute and interesting person?"

even over the sloshing sound of the water that you were pouring in the glasses, nobara could hear the defeated sigh. "i'm not really interested in anyone right now, nor am i looking for a relationship."

"what about choso, hm? i'm sure he'd appreciate some photos from the beach," nobara laughed at your groan and ducked away from your hand as you attempted to swat her arm. 

although you were annoyed at nobara for being so persistent about this topic, you couldn't help your warming cheeks. you told yourself that it was mere embarrassment though. "i told you we're not like that, stop it."

the sound of chirping birds and rustling leaves woke you up. even though you'd stayed up late with nobara to watch movies and gossip, you didn't feel tired. rather, you felt refreshed and ready for the day - meaning you would have some nice breakfast, listen to some music, take your time getting ready and then leaving for your work. there was no rush, no studying or assignments looming over your head. choso must've come home quite late last night, considering you didn't hear him after you'd already gone to bed.

you padded to the kitchen, putting on some music as you prepared a pot of coffee. it was early, so you were sure that choso wasn't going to be up anytime soon. however, he would probably appreciate some already prepared coffee when he did wake up. careful not to make too much noise, you prepared some pancakes, humming quietly as you watched them cook. as you were leaving for the trip in a few days, you'd have to clean the apartment thoroughly and clear out the fridge - you made mental note of that.

behind you, you could hear a door rattle. 

maybe choso wasn't going to sleep in after all, though at this time of the day it was unusual for him to be up. you couldn't take your eyes off the pancakes though, knowing that as soon as you'd take your eyes off them, they'd immediately burn. simply yelling a good morning, you went about your cooking. at first, you didn’t get a reply, which was odd. usually choso would quietly reply or at least make some affirmative noise to let you know that he’d heard you. as you were about to turn around and ask him whether everything was okay, you were greeted with a… taller figure?

“morning, y/n! wow, how did you know that i like pancakes? you making breakfast for us?”

yuki came into your field of vision, nearly scaring you to death - you'd almost forgotten about her, her larger than life-aura and how incredibly tall she was. she wasn't taller than choso by much but nonetheless. she was towering over you, grinning at you with a cheery smile as she leaned down to take a whiff from the pancakes. staring at her dumbfounded, you dropped your spatula in shock, not knowing what to say. she made a panicked noise and dove after the spatula but wasn't able to catch it in time. in your state, you watched her scramble around the kitchen to find a tissue and wipe up the greasy spot that the spatula had left behind.

"sorry, did i scare you? maybe i shouldn't have approached you so abruptly," yuki apologized, washing the spatula. you couldn't help but stare at her. your mind was running at lightspeed and still you couldn't make sense of the situation fast enough. how did she even get in here? was she a-

only now did you notice that she was wearing clothes that seemed eerily familiar to you, as if you'd already seen them on somebody else before… she was wearing choso's clothes. and came from his room. did choso bring her home last night? now your thoughts were spiraling, bringing you such great turmoil that you forgot about your pancakes. again, yuki called out for you and went to grab your pan, saving the pancakes and plating them for you. 

"you seem awfully out of it today. are you sure you don't want to go back to sleep again? it's somewhat early after all," she asked and looked at you concerned. shaking your head quickly, you snapped out of your thoughts and finally looked away. it was embarrassing how she managed to throw you off so quickly, with her mere appearance in the apartment as well. 

all the conversations you've had with nobara were flooding your head, intertwining with what you'd just witnessed. you hated to admit it but nobara was right - there was something between them. yuki handed you the plate of pancakes and placed the pan in the sink as well. she leaned against the counter and gave you a look, tilting her head slightly.

"i'm okay, thank you. you just startled me, that's all."

"didn't you sleep well? sorry if we were noisy last night. i was drunk and choso had to deal with me," yuki giggled at the memories of the previous night. she grabbed herself a glass of water, not noticing your souring facial expression. so that was why he came home late. you didn't even know why you were disappointed and somewhat angry - it wasn't like you were in a relationship after all. you had no right to get angry over the situation, nor had you the right to expect him to tell you about it.

you groaned, your worries were so incredibly silly. it was unreasonable, it was choso's business after all and however he handled his relationships and work was nothing you should be concerned about. and yet the thought of him spending the night with yuki… your stomach dropped, filling with dread. behind you, another voice rang out. choso, who muttered a gruff good morning as he slowly trudged towards the kitchen. as he neared you, he squeezed your arm gently and greeted you with a more gentle whisper, asking whether you had to leave for work soon.

still speechless about the entire situation, you didn’t answer immediately but simply gave him a nod and made an affirmative noise before bringing your breakfast to the table. both choso and yuki watched your movements - choso with mild confusion as you didn’t react like you usually did, yuki with amusement as you skirted around your roommate as if he was a criminal. grabbing your mug from the counter, you handed choso the coffee mug that you’d prepared for him earlier. wordlessly, you resumed your breakfast, trying your best to ignore the duo.

your thoughts were jumbled and incoherent, you didn’t dare to let yourself spiral more than you already had - maybe later, when you were more composed and had a clearer head. and while you were alone. the two of them were whispering quietly but you couldn’t decipher what they were saying. not that you cared. of course you didn’t.

choso was sipping on his coffee, watching yuki prepare some scrambled eggs in silence. though your reaction had been unusual and confusing for him, he chalked it up to you waking up on the wrong side of the bed. perhaps he should leave you alone so you could recollect and talk to you later, try to comfort you like he usually would. but with yuki here, he had to take care of her first and… somehow get her to not pester him all day like she planned to. even worse, mahito and geto welcomed her presence, mostly being thrilled that they had someone to gossip with during breaks.

it wasn’t like she just sat there and annoyed everyone, no no. yuki was well aware that choso disliked any slacking and would, with no doubt, kick her out as soon as she prevented the others from working. she did her best to help out in the store while she was there - cleaning the waiting area while gossiping with mahito, sorting and clearing the schedule for geto while he was busy with another client. while his friends were enamoured with her, it left choso being the only one who felt iffy about having her around. not having been able to discuss issues regarding their relationship yet, it gave choso even more of a reason to keep her at bay before letting her back into his life, properly.

yuki had seemed to expertly dodge any and all of choso’s attempts to talk to her, always finding an excuse or a convenient opportunity to dash and put her energy into it. it frustrated choso because he felt, he knew, she had something up her sleeve. their relationship had lasted for years and the friendship for even longer than that - by now choso knew her and was well aware of all the tricks she’d use and leeways she’d create for herself. something had caught her attention and he was yet to find out what exactly it was.

it was pathetic how you skirted around in your own home, feeling too awkward and frustrated to engage in any conversation with choso or yuki. you went about your day without exchanging any further words with your roommate and the rather… unwelcome intruder, only briefly saying goodbye when you left for work. choso’s quiet and gentle voice let you know that he was aware something was going on and you couldn’t help but feel bad. he didn’t need to be involved in your childish antics and yet he somehow had a knack for slowly permeating through your walls and engulfing you with such care and warmth that you couldn’t help but open up to him.

this time however, something in your heart was constricting and preventing you from doing so - your throat felt dry and tight when you thought about him getting back together with yuki. you couldn’t confront him about it, not when he only saw you as roommates and friends. while putting on your work uniform, you sank deeper and deeper into your thoughts, not realizing that someone had been knocking at the door the entire time. it wasn’t until yuuji’s voice broke through your hazy mind that you snapped out of it, scrambling for the door panicked.

god forbid you didn’t reply sooner, without a shadow of doubt, yuuji would kick the door in. and you knew he had the strength to. sometimes you’d wondered what choso had fed him when they were younger, his younger brother was way stronger than any other person that you’d ever encountered before. thankfully, he wasn’t clumsy and mindful of his strength. 

“i’m okay, yuuji! just got stuck on my uniform, i’ll be out in a minute,” you called outside hastily and dashed towards the door, holding it close so he couldn’t come in.

“oh okay, i thought you’d fainted or something! i’ll get started on sorting the new items that just came in, there’s no customers yet so don’t worry about the cash register,” yuuji reassured you relieved. you waited until after the sound of his footsteps dissipated to compose yourself - now was not the time to be distracted, you had to do your best at work to not burden him. empty your head, leave the thoughts for later, you told youself like a mantra. 

deep breath in. exhale. you could do this.

no, you could not do this. who were you fooling? the images in your head kept bugging you, mocking you haughtily as if they were trying to tell you more. and once again, yuuji was the one who caught you in that pensive state. he sent you worried glances, asked you numerous times whether you wanted to take a break because you seemed out of it. time and time again you denied him, assuring him that you were doing just fine. being the angel that he was, he offered to switch spots with you so that you could fill the shelves instead while he handled the cash register.

he didn't want you to mess anything up and get in trouble. even though you didn't want to admit that something was wrong, yuuji could tell that there was an issue. he'd have to tickle that out of you later, during your break perhaps. even while you were filling up the shelves, you looked like a lost puppy as you often stopped in your tracks and blankly stared into the distance. he sighed, discreetly sending a message to choso. to his surprise, choso answered almost immediately: i’m not sure why, i couldn’t ask her yet. yuki has been here all morning so i couldn’t find a right time.

ah. suddenly everything made sense to yuuji. so it was yuki that got you in such a distracted state - he was almost sure that you still hadn’t realized that you liked choso more than you ever wanted to admit. he couldn’t help himself but snicker, it was about time you would come to your senses and maybe, just maybe, yuki was that wake up call. though you hadn’t told him or megumi yet, nobara had let it slip that you had met yuki recently while they were out to get dinner. nobara called it a “slip up” but she wasn’t fooling anyone. 

yuuji knew that she had some sort of trick up her sleeves and just needed to let them know in a subtle way that they were included in her plans and she wouldn’t accept no for an answer. he was scared to inquire about her plans, megumi didn’t care enough to know; he mostly wanted to stay out of everyone’s business and not be embarrassed with their antics.

out of the corner of his eyes, he could see you eyeing a couple that had just come into the store to pick up some snacks. internally, he cringed at how obvious you were, not even noticing that you were zoning out at that moment. yuuji sprinted over to you, intending to save you from potential embarrassment. shaking you gently, he plucked the boxes of sweets out of your hand and put them to the side. “y/n, i think you really need to take your break now,” he reminded you softly, cocking his head to the side.

“huh? oh sorry, i was zoning out again,” you apologized to your friend hastily, letting out a loud exhale. “i uh don’t know what came over me. i just saw that couple and thought that… that would be really nice actually. not sure if i’m ready for a relationship though.”

“wanna discuss that over some nice dinner after work?”

“sounds… sounds good,” reluctantly, you accepted yuuji’s invitation. even he was surprised, assuming that you would reject him as per usual because you’d already made some with choso. “are you okay with handling the store on your own? i’ll catch some fresh air for a bit.”

“go ahead, don’t worry.” yuuji waved you off, watching you disappear in the back of the store.

you wanted the earth to swallow you whole, you felt like a burden as you weren’t able to properly do your work and on top of that, you made yuuji worry about you too. over something silly as well. groaning in frustration, you rubbed your face, closing the door behind you. thankfully, the back alley was empty and no one could bother you. squatting down and leaning against the wall, your mind circled back to what had just transpired. why was the couple so fascinating anyway? you weren’t looking for anything. you were too busy with your daily life, a partner sure wouldn’t fit in.

the thought of yuki and choso being the same way irked you. it bothered you, feeling this way since she hadn’t harmed you or been rude to you. yuki as a person, you didn’t mind per se. but what made your blood boil was… the prospect of her being with him. she had spent the night with him, you didn’t even want to know what they got down to. even more so, it disappointed you, knowing that she shared the bed with him when it was usually you who did. it left you wondering whether there was even space for you in this triangle.

so when you saw that couple coming in, holding hands and acting so lovey dovey, the first that came into your mind was- not choso and yuki. but choso and you.

oh god. did you like him? you liked choso. you wanted to be more than just friends. you wanted to hold his hand, be the only one that he shared his bed with because you weren’t okay with yuki doing the same. in your head, you imagined him embracing you, kissing you gently, doing all the couple things that looked so incredibly sweet when you were watching others. the realization hit you like a truck, making you shake with anxiety. suddenly all the inexplicable feelings you had when you were with choso made sense, all pieced back together like a puzzle. they were all driven by the same exhilarating feeling that rose in your chest when he was around.

you had interpreted the feelings as uncomfortable as you couldn’t quite pinpoint them - it wasn’t nervousness or wariness, had never been an uncomfortable feeling. it had always been slow and steadily growing feelings for your roommate, filling up every nook and cranny of your heart until it was impossible to ignore them. until they exploded like they did today. and it created such a mess that you didn’t know how to deal with it on your own. and yet your gut feeling told you that you weren’t ready, not comfortable with being vulnerable and revealing your feelings like that. 

not when all kinds of affection had remained buried in the depths of your soul for so long.

in the end, you didn’t let yuuji know about your budding crush on choso. you hoped that maybe it would go away with time, slowly ebb away if you didn’t think about it too much. go about your day as per usual, spending time with choso when needed, distract yourself by meeting up with nobara, yuuji and megumi. your churning and twisting stomach as you entered the apartment told you otherwise. it was nerve-wracking, not knowing what would await you when you came home. you certainly hoped you didn’t interrupt anything.

exhausted, you trudged up to your apartment and took a deep breath before opening the door. it was silent, the lights were shut off. you exhaled in relief, at least choso couldn’t immediately confront you then. he was probably still at work or out with yuki like last night. the intrusive thoughts didn’t let go, even when you watched tv to focus on something else. again and again, your head kept spiraling back to the fact that you had fallen in love with your roommate who probably got back together with his ex. it was horrible timing, really. you wondered whether choso would have liked you back, had it been a different time? perhaps you fell in love with him at the wrong time and space. perhaps there would have been hope then.

to your surprise, choso came home earlier than you’d expected. judging from the quiet footsteps, he was alone. yuki must’ve been busy or went back to her place. you sighed and buried yourself deeper into the blankets, wanting to sleep away the worries. the footsteps neared, becoming louder and louder until they halted right in front of your door. you were on edge, praying that he wasn’t going to knock and seek you out. you were scared of breaking down in front of him if he did.

knock. knock.

you held your breath, tense in anticipation. you sincerely hoped that he would just let it go and leave. however, you were disappointed when choso knocked a second time, followed by a soft “y/n? are you still up?”. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to be quiet and pretend you were already sleeping. for a while, there was no other sound. choso seemed to have gotten the memo or at least given up on talking to you immediately, turning back to return to his room. though your heart was racing, you were glad that he left.

it felt weird sleeping on your own. you had to admit that. for hours now you had been tossing and turning around but to no avail. sleep wouldn’t come, no matter what relaxing technique you’d already tried. without choso by your side, the bed felt huge and lonely, not comforting and warm like it usually did. had you become so dependent on choso’s presence in your life? you had spent the majority of nights beside him, however, you never realized that it had such a great effect on your quality of sleep. defeated, you grasped one of the bigger pillows and wrapped your arms around it, hugging it to your body. pretending might help in this situation.

you felt like a truck had run you over multiple times. your limbs felt heavy and you were still tired, only having fallen asleep when it was close to sun rise. despite not having to work today, you couldn’t sleep in either, your body didn’t allow you to. sluggishly, you sat up on your bed and mentally prepared to face choso for the day. the funny feeling in your stomach was still there, confirming that your sudden realization hadn’t been a fragment of your imagination. there was already noise in the kitchen which meant that choso was already up for god knows what reason. though it was a running gag between you, yuuji and choso’s friends, everyone knew better than to wake him up around this time. he was grumpy and in a bad mood, not fully functioning until it was almost noon. you were almost scared to come out of your room, scared that choso would snap at you for the smallest of things.

trying to remain silent as you exited your room, you peeked around the corner to see choso in the kitchen. his back was facing you and judging by the smell, it seemed like he was making breakfast. curiously, you came closer to see what he was cooking because it did smell heavenly. as you stumbled against the table, choso whirled around, startled by the sound. you stared at each other, neither of you knowing what to say but feeling the awkward atmosphere between you. your heart was racing upon seeing him like that, hyper aware of his presence and the small details about him. for the first time since living together, you allowed yourself to look at him properly, taking in his long hair that wasn’t tied up yet, the loose and oversized shirt he was wearing that showcased his broad shoulders, with the tattoos peeking from underneath.

choso was so handsome that it made your throat constrict, you had never realized in your denial about your feelings towards him. you even dared to say that he was perfect in every way you could imagine - it was so easy to fall in love with him, he made you feel so safe and cared for without ever asking for anything in return. it made you even more angry to know that yuki had hurt such an amazing person, to the extent that he avoided thinking about the previous relationship.

clearing his throat, your roommate broke the silence, pointing to the pan on the stove. “i um… made breakfast for us. you seemed to be exhausted yesterday, considering how early you went to sleep so i figured you’d appreciate it. you’ve been working a lot lately, i wanted to do something for you,” he rambled, gesturing around nervously. both of you were still on edge, dancing around each other without ever bringing up what had transpired yesterday. still, you couldn’t help but soften for him, no longer angry. how could you be, when he thought of you even in this situation?

“thank you, really. that’s really sweet of you,” you thanked him, cheeks warming as you watched him plate everything and preparing the table for you. though you were acting as if everything was normal, neither of you said a word. it was unusual not to talk about your day or any topics that you were interested in - tension hung above your heads like heavy rain clouds, threatening to burst at any given point. neither of you had the courage to vocalize your troubles and thoughts, choosing to remain silent. it was deafening, making you feel uncomfortable despite choso’s sweet gesture. you knew it was your fault, not being able to be upfront about why you were acting this way. but you had never been good at speaking your thoughts; choso had always been at your side and silently understood you. now that he didn’t, you struggled to find a way.

as megumi loaded the car, arguing with nobara about how to arrange all the bags and suitcases, choso saw the perfect opportunity to squeeze in a talk before you left. he didn’t want you to part on bad terms, not wanting you to have a bad holiday trip just because of him - though he had yet to figure out what exactly he did that had angered and saddened you.

choso pulled you to the side, hand lingering on your waist as he looked at you. even through the fabric of your shirt, his touch felt scorching hot, reminding you of all the feelings and thoughts you had harboured for your roommate. “are we okay?” he whispered gently, looking behind you to make sure the others couldn’t hear you or spy. “i… felt like you’ve been distant the past few days and didn’t want to bother you until you were ready to talk. but i wanted to clear things up beforehand.”

“i-” you hesitated, eyes flitting away from his gaze. were you okay? it was unfair of you to hold that above his head when you couldn’t even muster enough courage and strength to confront him about the situation. when you couldn’t even put your feelings and thoughts in words because all you knew was that you liked him. he couldn’t possibly like you back, not when he was spending so much time with yuki. “yeah, we’re okay. i’m not angry at you, i promise. i just needed some time to sort myself, that’s all.”

“something you didn’t feel like talking about?”

“mhmm,” you made an affirmative noise and nodded slightly, glad that that was enough of an explanation for choso.

“you know where to find me if you happen to want to talk about it, right?” he squeezed your waist gently, moving around a little. still, you were avoiding his gaze and skirting around - choso took it as an invitation to challenge you and followed your every move, nudging you until you finally faced him and laughed. the smile on your face warmed his heart, making him feel like everything was slowly getting back to normal.

“i know, i know. are you sure though, i-”

“hey, i’m pretty sure all we’re gonna do on our trip is laze around so i’m more than happy to listen to you if you want to vent. just give me a call anytime you want to, yeah?” choso assured you and reached up to pinch your cheek playfully. “i might be busy with work a lot but i always have time for you.”

“thank you, choso,” you mumbled. a sudden urge came over you, causing you to wrap your arms around him tightly and hugging him. burying your face in his chest, you inhaled. he smelled so much like everything that reminded you of home and comfort, something that didn’t want you to let go, even if it was for a week. choso wrapped his arms around you as well, gently rubbing your back. for a moment, he halted in his movements, making your breath hitch in anticipation. you assumed that he was going to say something but in the end, nothing came of it. what you did feel was the ghost of a touch on the crown of your head, until something softly pressed against it.

your heart was threatening to burst, eyes wide open as you stared at the fabric of his shirt. was that what you assumed it was? completely going rigid, fingers clenching around the fabric, you fought to remain calm. oh no, this wasn’t good for your heart.

“y/n, you coming? we’re already running late!” megumi called from the car, frantically waving to get your attention. you glanced over to see that they had somehow managed to squeeze all the bags and accessories into the car, with megumi and nobara sitting in the front while yuuji was peeking out the window at you. embarrassed, you removed yourself from choso’s embrace. unwillingly, he let you go and gave you a small smile, waving at your friends.

“text me when you get there, okay? and have a safe trip,” he told you before letting you go, wistfully watching you get in the car. briefly waving back at the leaving car, he sighed. he already felt oddly empty without you.

after the hour long drive to the small beach house that the four of you had rented, all of you were exhausted - well, not all of you. yuuji was energized as per usual but everyone had refused to join him in his venture to swim along the beach. the rest had huddled underneath the parasol and enjoyed the warm breeze, dozing off to the sound of gentle, crashing waves and seagulls flying above your heads. every now and then, yuuji would shout to get your attention or come back to splash you, otherwise the evening was rather uneventful.

nobara had been outvoted as well, no one wanted to visit the busy shopping streets at this time, especially not after the drive. while she was still sulking about it, megumi and yuuji had resorted to start a movie night. nobara was sitting on her drink, arms crossed as she mumbled about wanting to buy souvenirs for her girlfriend and getting cute outfit photos done that she could then show off with. nevertheless, she seemed to enjoy the movies that yuuji had picked. not that she would admit that, she had you briefly joined them but were quickly overcome with tiredness, though insisting that you could stay up for longer. megumi hushed you and reminded you that you had plans to do some sightseeing the next day that would require waking up early.

you couldn’t argue with it so you found yourself in the bed, windows wide open as you listened to the sound of the waves. it was calming, almost lulling you to sleep. almost. it didn’t matter how many times you closed your eyes, sleep wouldn’t come to you. subconsciously, you would turn to your side, hands fumbling to find something. to find choso by your side. sighing, you wiggled to the side to fish for the second pillow, resorting to have something to hug like you usually did. reaching out for your phone, you checked to see if there were any new messages. choso had last sent you a photo of geto driving, attached with a caption that said they had arrived safely.

you missed him. the past week had been rough on you, a confusing and jumbled whirlwind of emotions that didn’t allow you to have one moment of calmness. at least choso and you had somewhat came to a mutual understanding that everything was… okay. or close to becoming okay again. you had come to terms with your feelings and that’s what mattered. it helped you avoid awkward situations and making choso feel bad about it. though you were confident that you could continue with the friendship, the previous, brief kiss that he had pressed against the crown of your head told you otherwise.

your vibrating phone pulled you out of your musings, making you almost drop it in shock. who would call you this late? was it your parents? did something happen? rubbing your eyes sleepily, you blinked at the phone. choso? bewildered, you took the call, immediately asking him if something had happened and whether he was hurt. from the other side, you only heard him sigh and some rustling before the line went silent. staring at your phone, you thought he’d disconnected from the call until you heard his voice again seconds later. “sorry, did i wake you?”

“no, not at all. i just lied down but i couldn’t sleep,” you replied hastily, wrapping the blanket around you.

“mhmm, i see. me neither. the others went out for drinks but i can’t deal with them right now,” choso let out a quiet laugh. “the car ride was too tumultuous for me, i really need a break and just sleep in peace.”

“tumultuous?”

“mahito took a wrong turn at some point so it took us longer than usual to get there and geto was constantly nagging. yuki was trying to calm them down so it was just… exhausting.”

“ah… sounds adventurous. how’s the place you rented?”

“oh mahito actually did a good job. it’s a nice apartment with a beautiful view, i’ll send you some photos tomorrow.”

hearing choso’s voice brought you a sense of tranquility. immediately, you eased into the blankets and felt your mind and body come to a halt, slowly settling into the rhythm of sleep. it felt like he was there with you, like he had never left and you were talking to each other as if you weren’t miles apart. even though both of you were quiet for a bit, it didn’t feel uncomfortable - you both remained on the line, patiently waiting for the other to speak.

“you know i couldn’t sleep, no matter what i did,” you opened up to him, placing the phone next to you on the mattress. “i don’t know why, maybe it’s just the unfamiliar environment.”

choso didn’t reply at first. “for me… uhm. for me at least, i don’t know if you feel the same way- fuck it sounds so weird if i’m gonna say this.”

“say what?” you asked curiously, not understanding what he was trying to get at.

“i… i think i can’t sleep because i miss you. like uh- you know, we’ve spent a lot of time together and…” choso’s voice trailed off until it was inaudible. “i guess i just got used to it. i already feel more at ease just hearing your voice, i guess the friendship bond is just that strong, huh?”

even though you knew choso was just joking around to not make you feel awkward, it still stung a little. you wanted nothing more than to rid yourself of the friend title, hoping that he might feel more than that for you. despite the heavy feeling in your chest, his revelation that he apparently felt the same as you did, it made you feel light again. your cheeks were warm, you covered your mouth so he couldn’t hear you squealing.

“um don’t worry about it. i actually feel the same, that’s why i’m not asleep yet either,” you mumbled shyly, hastily continuing so he couldn’t react as quickly. “i reached out earlier, out of habit and you weren’t there so that was kind of unusual. we really did ourselves dirty here.”

“i guess so,” choso laughed again, the sound of it reminding you of happy times with him. “but i guess talking on the phone works out, right? since it calms both of us.”

“yeah but now don’t fall asleep on me,” you joked lightly. the smile on your face threatened to split your face in half, you were just so relieved and happy that in this aspect at least, he reciprocated the feeling.

“i would never. and if i did, i would call again tomorrow night so we can talk until we fall asleep.”

[anemo-writes]

I heard that you write for scaramouche :0 so can i request a soft cuddling headcanon for scaramouche 👉👈 thanks OwO have a great day!

yes, that’s right!! i hope i captured his personality right though, this is the first time i’ve wrote for him,, i may have made it a little angsty in the beginning but i promise you it’s really fluffy in the end (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ i just really like writing angst hehe.. i know this might be a little ooc though, so beware and feel free to criticize me !! THIS GOT SO LONG—JUST SKIP TO THE BOTTOM TO READ THE ACTUAL CUDDLING HCS HAHA

Scaramouche having a soft cuddling session with his S/O

Let me just say,, cuddling is extremely rare with him. He can’t help but view it as something that makes him feel vulnerable, which he hates. Although he doesn’t particularly dislike the way your arms wrap around him and the way that he finds it easier to sleep in that position, the two of you still don’t cuddle very often :( Other forms of physical affection are also rare with him, and it’s mostly you who showers him with affection—while he doesn’t mind it most days (he especially enjoys it if it happens in front of Childe, just so he can hear him whine about it), he finds it extremely annoying and overbearing him with you overstep your boundaries, especially if he’s stressed or busy.

peep the keep reading line— it got way too long because i couldn’t stop writing LOL

It really doesn’t help that you’re extremely touch-starved from the lack of attention and affection he’s shown you in the past few days (since he’s been involved in a lot more missions than usual ) when he snaps at you for visiting the workplace in an attempt to spend some time with him—you didn’t mean any harm. “Are you too blind to see that I’m busy, Y/N? Go find someone else to bother in the meantime, will you?” He says, turned away from you, failing to notice the way you feebly run out of building. He wouldn’t spare a second glance, assuming that it would all be fine when he met you back at your dwelling; after all, l you were used to his back-handed comments, right? Surely you would understand that he was under a bit more stress than usual—right?

Wrong. That night, you went home alone, touch-starved and a mess. Maybe it was the lack of affection making you this emotional, or maybe it was the fact that he had embarrassed you in front of so many subcoordinates, people you knew for Barbatos’ sake! He’s slightly surprised when you don’t answer the door later that night, despite the light in your bedroom still being on. He figures you’ve gone to sleep, so he leaves with a second thought. It’s only after two weeks of you ignoring him does he realize, “did I do something?”

He’s a human too, and humans can get touchstarved at some times—especially when you haven’t made an effort to show him any form of physical affection in the past two weeks! He’d rather pair up with Tartaglia to carry out the Tsarita’s orders than admit it to you, but he does miss you—somewhat. Don’t get me wrong, he knew when he accepted your confession that he would have to deal with things like this, but keep in mind that he’s probably never even thought about being in a relationship prior to you asking him out (especially with the way he treats other people; yes, he’s very well aware that he could be a lot nicer to his people, but does he care? no.) But I’d like to think that at least a little part of him is insecure about how his other harbingers view him, but we’ll save that for enough time—

But the thing that bugs him the most is that the people around him have noticed—it’s hard not to, really, when you turn a blind eye to whenever he tries to make conversation with you. Childe constantly bugs him about it too, which makes it even worse. “Trouble in paradise~?” The ginger would taunt, only smirking when Scaramouche huffs in response, too wrapped in his thoughts to come up with a witty remark back. He can’t help but feel frustrated; why were you getting mad over such a stupid little thing? This wasn’t the first time he’s said such a thing to you, so why? Why were you so upset at him that you couldn’t even spare a glance at him? As much as he hated to admit it, he had to do something before it got worse.

And so the brilliant plan of ambushing you in your home was created! Really, there’s no need to applaud; he already knows how great it is! However, under the layer of confidence that he displays, a little part nags at him; he knows that there’s always the possibility of you not forgiving him for whatever he did this time. He’d never say it but a little part of him is scared to lose you.

You let out a loud sigh as you entered your apartment, kicking off your shoes as you walked into the main room. It was another long day of ignoring your boyfriend. Could he even be called that anymore? You thought to yourself, before tensing up at the sound of approaching footsteps from your bedroom.

“Took you long enough,” An exasperated voice rang from within the shadows, the figure stepping into dim light of the moon to reveal your boyfriend. “I was beginning to think you got kidnapped on your way home or something.” He crossed his arms across his chest, staring you down with an unreadable gaze.

“What are you doing here, Scaramouche?” You asked, a bitter ring to your voice. “I thought you were busy. Surely someone as busy as you couldn’t spare time to drop by my house—so why are you here?” As much as you hated to sound so bitter, what else could you do? It took two weeks for him to realize that you were ignoring him, and suddenly he comes to your house and pretends everything is okay? How does that work?

“I’m here because...” Scaramouche said, walking towards you until your back hit the wall, your eyes wide as he extended his arm until his palm hit the wall. He was close enough for you to feel his steady breathing against your neck—you tried to push him away, but he kept you trapped within his arms. “I needed to say that I was sorry.”

You blinked momentarily at him, silent with shock.

“Geez, was it that weird for me to say that?” Scaramouche rolled his eyes, backing away from your shocked figure. “Stop staring at me as though I’ve grown a second head.”

“Sorry, it’s just—I’ve never heard you say that before!” You spluttered, looking at him with wide eyes. “You mean it though...right? You’re not just saying it, right?”

“Ugh—yes, I mean it. Now,” He said, taking off his hat to place it on top of your head in an attempt to hide the light dust of pink growing across his cheeks. “Can we just...you know—”

“Cuddle?”

“Yes, that. Now get over here, you idiot.”

Again, cuddling is not Scaramouche’s thing, so expect it to be extremely awkward the first couple of times. He runs warm, so cuddling sessions don’t last very long when they do happen. He’s not too keen on physical touch, but he’d make an exception for you—in private, of course. He’d rather die than be caught cuddling with you in a public area, especially by the likes of someone like Childe; he’d never hear the end of it. Cuddling is reserved for only private, rare vulnerable moments—of course, it also applies to moments after arguments like the one shown above. Don’t call him out for it, because he will stop, but he’ll definitely play with your hair for a bit if you decide to lay down in his lap.

If you’re sitting on his lap, he likes to rest his chin on your shoulders; it’s the perfect opportunity to lay a peck on your cheek when you’re least expecting it—your flustered reaction that follows after has him smug about it for at least the next hour. He has you pulled up against his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist and if he’s feeling especially touch-starved, he’ll nuzzle !! into !! your !! neck !! Though, you can feel that smug smile against your neck as you try to push him away, flustered, which only fuels him to do it more~

If the two of you are laying side by side, it could honestly go either way; if he’s extra clingy, he’ll be the big spoon and literally hold you against him in a d e a t h grip. But if he’s feeling a bit insecure or vulnerable, he’ll let you hold him—of course, this is very rare, but it still happens! As said before, it’s extremely comfortable for him in this position and he can fall asleep quietly easily, as much as he hates to admit it.

After an argument or bickering, expect the sessions to last a bit longer than usual; even though it’s uncomfortably warm, he can’t bring himself to let go of you that easily (not that you’re complaining!) Sometimes, he’ll murmur stuff into your ear such as, “I didn’t mean it, okay?” or “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” It could go either way, really—

[lacharcutiere]

I'm back way sooner than I'd expected, sorry for spamming you with another request! Hcs (separate) again please? Bokuto, Miya twins and Kuroo were teaching their s/o how to play volleyball but midway through the lesson s/o accidentally got distracted by their glorious thighs and asses lmao. After a while the guys realized what's happening when they noticed s/o's stare on them. Thank you very much!

distractions [lil bit pg-13, bokuto kōtarō, miya atsumu, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurō]

tings // sfw but a lil naughty, fluff, canonverse, everyone's at least 18 here :)

hello again & it’s totally cool !! keep spamming lolol i enjoy the interaction !! also omg i love the idea because i myself have thiccy thighs :) i feel like this got a little repetitive because i kinda ran out of ideas but anyway,,,

also whoops this took me foreverrrrr but i hope u find it anon !!

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bokuto kōtarō

you guys have a long weekend and after the first day you and this insanely hyperactive boy run out of ideas of what to do

so you suggest that he teach you to play volleyball and obvi he's super excited

kō actually sneaks you guys into the gym since he's got a key (n like, if you did happen to get caught, who could stay mad at him?)

it's kind of late at night when you guys go since either way, he wants to do his best not to get you in trouble lol

you do actually want to learn and stay (mostly) focused for the first bit, until kō decides he wants a water break

so you sit on the bleachers and wait for him while he goes and grabs a water bottle out of the club room

but when he sits down next to you,,,,

that squish thing that thick thighs do when ppl with them sit down

yeah

his do that

you kinda don't even realize you're staring until you hear a little laugh and a "what?" and look up to see him leaning back on the row of seats behind him

and you respond by just smiling and reaching out to squish his thigh

he doesn't really process what's going on at first, like he just kinda looks at you blankly for a few seconds

and then he reaches out and squishes your thigh back and ummm long story short baby boy gets a little grabby and you end up making out on the bleachers lol and maybe riding his thigh

miya atsumu

tsum tsum's been pretty busy lately and hasn't gotten to see you a ton the past couple weeks, so he decides to skip practice and surprise you one day

he did not expect you to go off on him for it lmao

but once you stop to take a breath, he points out that there's no point in going all the way back to the gym now; he's already missed like half of it and it's easier to come up with an excuse for missing a day than it is for showing up like an hour late

so you're like, "fine, i guess," and then you have the wonderful idea that if he's not gonna show up to practice, maybe he could at least get some in by teaching you

"are you kidding lmao, you suck, how is that gonna be practice?" "stfu tsumu"

so he's agrees and decides to demonstrate some basic stuff first, just so you can get an idea of how much you suck compared to him what it should look like

you're seated on the ground watching him when you notice how his thighs flex when he jumps and how tight that ass is

you don't even realize you're staring until he goes, "okay, now you try," and you go, "try what," your eyes still fixed on his legs

it takes him a second to realize what exactly you were looking at and he thinks it's the funniest fucking thing lmao, and he turns around and like, smacks his ass or attempts to throw it back or something until you're laughing so hard your stomach cramps

you don't end up playing volleyball because 1) by the time you manage to stop laughing you're literally sore and 2) tumu's missed you the past week and now he just wants to hear you laugh more 💕

miya osamu

you can hear the boys practicing out back when you get to the miya's to hang out with samu, and out of curiosity you head over to watch since you rarely get to watch them practice at school and the vibes during actual games just aren't the same

samu sees you and is about to head inside to get showered and changed so you guys can hang out

you surprise both of them by asking if you can join instead

(atsumu complains that it's unfair that it's him versus the two of you and you have to shut him up by pointing out that you're probably gonna end up dragging osamu down because you've never played before)

it's not going too badly until samu suggests that you have a try at serving

which means that he's standing several feet in front of you

which means that you have a very clear view of his ass

he's also wearing grey gym shorts, which does not help (or does help a lot, depending on how you look at it)

atsumu notices you staring first, since osamu has his back to you

you go "fuck this" and run up and smack samu's ass LMAO

he turns around and just stares at you for a good few minutes and then drags you inside

atsumu's probably all like 😏😏😏

but for good reason

ah ha ha haaa

kuroo tetsurō

you wander into the gym in the last fifteen minutes of practice—you and tetsu had planned to meet outside but you'd gotten there early and didn't have much else to do

he looks over when he hears the door open and gives you a quick wave before turning his attention back to practicing, and you find yourself a seat on the bleachers

a few moments later he excuses himself for a water break and walks over to you, smiling like he's about to do something you're not going to enjoy

"what?" "what?" "why are you looking at me like that?" and he doesn't answer; he just finishes his water and drags you onto the court

"tetsu, what the fuck are you doing?"

"come practice :)))"

"i don't even play—" and then he shoves a ball into your hands. where'd it come from? who knows.

"shouldn't you be the one practicing? don't you, like, have a game this weekend?"

he assures you it's fine, there're only like ten minutes left of practice anyway, and shoves you into the rotation

and you don't really do much, at least until you narrowly miss getting smacked in the head with the ball because you're too busy staring at him, watching the way he moves, gym shorts clinging to his sweaty skin, and thinking about sitting on his lap on the train back to your place after this

"woah, woah, pay attention!" he laughs and you look up to meet his eyes, smiling absently. "whatcha looking at?" "nothing :))"

he really has to fight the urge to pull you into the locker room with him after practice lmao

and you do get to sit on his lap on the way home hehe