#thank god we have a room with a spare bed bc I actually want to cry

[victory-cookies]

cool so there are ants all over my fucking bed rn and I want to cry

[bigassmoonchild]

it is i again

since that anon with the crochet request gave me an idea

can we have the 141 reaction to wool stockpile

i once had over 350 spare balls of wool { down to like 50 now} and my current partner was concerned

tumblr didn’t delete any of it this time 🥳🥳. thank you so much for the request, i actually really enjoyed writing this!!

much love queen 🫶🫶

(the 141 and you are already dating bc i said so)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

it wasn’t often he was able to come by your home, considering you lived a bit further than he usually likes to drive after a mission. but there were a few times when he was able to, although he was still growing comfortable in the house. like a stray cat.

you’d been making some cookies, as simon had brought over some food he’d made earlier in the day. ‘hey si, can you grab me a new shirt? i got some egg on this one,’ you asked him, washing your hands after handling said eggs.

he gave you a little grunt of affirmation, standing and entering your room. in front of your dresser, he stood for a few moments contemplating which drawer your shirts were in.

opening the top, he was quick to close it after seeing a few lacy items. the next one down gave him a better look, but as he reached for one of the shirts he noticed something sticking out from under one.

picking up the shirt, he blinked a few times while staring at the balls of wool (or was it yarn?) that filled the entire drawer.

‘hey doll,’ he called down, leaning around the door frame. you gave him a hum, looking up front where you began putting the dough on the tray. ‘why do you ‘ave so much yarn?’

‘it’s wool,’ you answered, wiping your hands off on the towel nearby and walking to the room. ‘you weren’t really supposed to see all that,’ your face was flushed and you grabbed one of the shirts on top.

closing it, he looked around. ‘you’ve got anymore interesting things hidden around here?’ he asked you, beginning to dig through some drawers and the closet.

huffing a laugh, you smiled softly after changing shirts. god, he was a stray cat who was finally getting comfortable.

Captain John Price:

most days price was on leave, you would be over by his flat. most days price wasn’t on leave, you were over there. you’d been dating nearly a year at this point, and he’d finally asked you to move in.

he was helping pack up your essentials, taking some time to watch you tape up the boxes you’d already organized. he had taken care of the kitchen, finding any utensils he didn’t have and stashing them in a box.

you’d also needed him to just clear the top shelf.

by the time it was getting late, he was grabbing the last box left. the movers would be in for the rest of the bigger items the next day, but this box was oddly light for it’s size.

‘hey love, what’s in this one?’ he called out, dropping in front of the door. you had just come around from the bathroom, peeking at what he’d grabbed.

he saw your eyes widen and you moved quickly towards it. ‘hey, no, if this is in my flat i should know what’s in it,’ he pulled you into a tight hug and spun you around, stopping you from getting the box and listening to your laugh.

looking down at you, he gave a cheeky smile. ‘is it what i’m thinking it is?’ you pushed away from him, huffing at him. you stood as he pulled the tape off, rather excited at what he’d find.

‘oh,’ he sounded so sad as he looked upon the box full of wool. ‘that’s not as interesting as i thought,’ and he closed the box. it was embarrassing to you, having him see your stash like that.

he didn’t need to know about the small box you’d hidden in the box of bedding.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:

the mission was a long one. tiring and grueling, all he wanted was to fall into bed next to you back in his apartment. when he came upon his door, he’d noticed a package waiting there.

thinking nothing of it, gaz brought it in and began to open it up before you’d come barreling out of the bedroom.

‘kyle!’ you shouted, lunging for a hug that he willingly pulled you into and swung you back and forth in his arms. pressing his head deep into your neck, he sighed heavily.

muffled by your hair and skin, he gave you a small greeting. ‘you order something?’ he huffed through your hair. you gave a little hum before looking upon the box and scrambling to grab it.

‘maybe,’ you whispered and nearly disappeared with the box, with how tired gaz was he didn’t think anything of it.

he always woke up before you, and allowed himself the pleasure of watching you sleep. he softly ran his fingers along your skin, feeling the warmth spread through him.

standing, gaz took a deep breath and ventured to the kitchen to make you a coffee. as he was making it, he caught the box out of the corner of his eye. sitting in the office.

carefully, to avoid waking you, he walked over to it and peeked inside. what he wasn’t expecting was a box filled past the brim with wool and yarn. pretty colors mixed together, the texture soft against his calloused hands.

he heard your footsteps grow closer. ‘i’m sorry,’ you whispered. ‘didn’t mean to order that much, didn’t notice until after they’d shipped it,’ you told him.

pulling you into a hug, he pressed a kiss to your temple. ‘y’can buy all the wool in the world and i wouldn’t think anything of it,’ you gave him a little laugh at that.

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish:

while you weren’t yet living together, he practically lived in your apartment. when he was on leave, your place was the first he would go to. ‘gotta make sure my girl knows when i’m available,’ he told you once when you’d asked.

one early morning, just before the sun was fully risen, he had been able to finally get away to come to you. he checked your mail, as per usual, before grabbing the large (but surprisingly light) box.

taking the stairs two at a time, he was able to unlock the door and walk in, greeting the little cat you’d adopted off the streets. dropping the box on the table, he kicked his boots off and walked in your room.

just watching for a few minutes, he admired how calm you looked. so, he climbed in and began pressing kisses against you, finally waking you.

‘hi, bug,’ you whispered softly. leaning up to give him a little kiss and lazily opening your eyes. he smiled at you, pressing one more kiss to your forehead before climbing back out of bed.

‘y’got a package, bug,’ he told you and you hummed, stretching along the bed. you met him in the main kitchen area, tugging the tape off of the box and throwing a few balls of wool on it.

and then more. and more. his brows furrowed, watching as you slowly dumped out each ball nearly one by one.

dropping the box off the table once it was done, you sat down and began organizing them into piles of colors. he watched on, slightly surprised but still adoring you as you moved.

he gestured to everything. ‘what’s all this for?’ he asked and watched as you blinked tiredly at him. you gave a little hum, rubbing your eyes softly.

‘j’s some projects i’ve got going on,’ you answered and began walking them into the art room. he followed suit, watching as you pulled a few baskets out of their spots and filled them with the colors.

johnny made a sound of surprise, looking at the amount you had. ‘christ, bug, i’d think you were hoarding them if i knew better,’ and you gave him a sleepy smile.

[linggluu]

2023 wrap up!

i just woke up from an hour log nap because i've had this migraine since tuesday :D (not covid) but i needed to get this all out with a nice, one direction comfort playlist in the background. what a year i have lived.

january - went on my first work trip (flying) in my life to north dakota! the bad thing about the NE is that you CAN drive everywhere. i've driven all up and down the east coast just for work , and my customers are literally 20 minutes from my office so i can always drive there but january was the first week i had to fly

february - started going to the gym consistently for the first time since middle school with my best friend. this lasted all the way until july but i'm still in the habit :)

march - discovered the strange tales of the tang dynasty. refreshing bc i haven't watched an (ancient) mystery/thriller in such a long time. lu ling feng and i share a last name! I NEVER SHARE THE SAME NAME WITH ANY ONE IN A CDRAMA.

april - big fight with jeff. discussing our future and how much $$ we're gonna need if we're actually going to get a house. he thought i shouldn't be bitching because i have a "good job" which made a good salary. whoa buddy, i have to keep myself alive. this was a fight that last months especially because he's in florida right now with NO JOB and NOT finishing his degree. at least pick ONE and do it. Someone has to stress around here and it clearly ain't him. am i wasting my time? we've known each other for so long, we are comfortable with each other other, if we dated other people we'd both be crushed? but i don't think we have the same goals.

may - delia still in the office. she's afraid of calling customers to tell them about deliveries. she's afraid of talking to drivers. she was so hard to train because she WOULD not pick up the phone. and she ate all the snacks in the office. and she ordered so much so stuff for herself because it was free. 5 months in and she was still afraid to talk to people. maybe this isn't the job for you? she got transferred out of my office THANK GOD

june - tensions rising in the house again. $$. getting married. my mom is getting on my nerves because she thinks i'm getting behind in life because i'm 30 and not married. and she wants me to get married BY my birthday in October or in December or by January. i'm not ready, i'm not in the mindset. she needs money, she also needs an ego boost of saying "my kid is married". i'm tired of coming home and walking on eggshells, wondering when she'll come and bother me. i'm tired of her sharing stress on me. i'm tried of her asking me for money all the time because i can't save. she keeps asking when i'm gonna bring jeff over but i never have because i don't want associating the good thing in my life with the bad thing. without the restaurant, she's even more annoying.

july - my mom started asking for $ again. A bulk of my check every month. my career and finances are finally getting steady because i'm in a nice groove now and i can save. stop asking me for money! the shitty thing is i found out my sis was slowly moving stuff out (she found an apartment of her own in may , i also found a house.) but she was denying it smh rude. my mom stopped me from moving out but not lili because i'm soft. and because "i owed her an explanation about jeff" . i don't owe her shit and i don't want to tell her anything about my personal life.

i moved all my shit out on July 7th which was a Friday. I was in the middle of a move while mom called me and cheerfully asked about if we were going to RI over the weekend and i faked it. liz helped me move and got me stuff for the room. air purifier, clothing rack, a mixer, a clothing chest thingy. i'm so lucky to have her.

that whole day was was so exhausting and terrifying because i was trying to move all my shit out while she was at work. a few days before this sister and brother in law gave me a spare bed and desk for free. they also helped me rent a box truck to get all this over. forever grateful. but at the end of that friday night, i was so exhausting i was SHAKING. then i typed out a long text message to my mom and shut off the phone.

i was afraid to turn it out, i cried all night because what kind of daughter ditches her parents like that and lies? i was so miserable that first night and first week. i was on the phone with liz all night and she was about to come sleep over.

why doesn't my mom ever ask stan for money? god i'm tired.

哭完以后还是一条好汉。

august - my mom kept calling me but i kept ignoring her. i didn't read her text message reply but one message i read she said 你真的狗卑鄙. how dramatic do you have to be? you used me my whole life to work my entire life , denied me of many opportunities and i didn't have the balls to leave until my younger siblings left because i was still trying to be a good daughter. life goes on. went on vacation to Philly with Lili and Stan at the end of august. my roommates C and K are nice :) one is a teacher one works for the state. both nice and clean girls just trying to live out here. everyone is clean, respects each other's privacy and safe. K has a cat named Gnocchi who totally runs the house. i love him ;;

september - life is settling in to a nice groove. work. gym. home. 三点一线。C is taiwanese so we get along great - culturally + food ;; she asked me to go to the cat shelter bc she wants to adopt another cat. this was the right choice. i make enough $$ to rent an apartment like lili but still the bulk of one check. not that worth it. i'm so lucky i found this older house. we all have our own rooms and i got the garage spot. the house is also owned by the same landlord who owns the apartment complex behind us! lawn, snow all done by him! i made the right choice. to live with roommates and kind of experience that college life i never got to experience, except it's work and i go to work now instead of class. is it weird or nah. but it's a good feeling. i don't like to be lonely and jeff's not here and all my friends are doing their own things and we live every where.

october - birthday month! i'm 31 and i'm fucking old. life is good in terms i don't have to come back to stress or the pressure of getting married or giving up my pay check like i'm still in high school. started rewatching naruto yay. still learning how to be an account manager. drivers and alberto and james and joe piss me off . i'm still too soft.

somewhere between october and november , i visited pioneer again. i miss it so much. i miss making medicine.

november - made up with jeff. we're going to his friend chris's wedding in july , the same weekend as jeff's birthday. lili also gave me her gaming pc. been playing games :D jeff also recommended me some games to get. thanksgiving was chill. went to boston with chelsea. spent too much money and time was too short. yay.

december - all of a sudden, it's the last day of december.

K had an Xmas party two weeks ago. I invited Lila, Sara and Liz. We ended up watching 一念关山 in my room. Christine stayed in her room and didn't mingle. For both Xmas and New Year's Chelsea asked if I wanted to spend it with her family but on Xmas I spent it with sibs and right now, I've been sick since LAST Saturday. I'm so grateful to her because she knows i'm not with family.

started back our ksll group chat. i miss my friends.

All in all, this was a crazy year. but i think i'm happy.

2024 goals:

lose weight (specifically 40-50 pounds by July) it's gonna be rough ugh

amp up my resume. promotion? new job?

save money/be more responsible about money

have a healthier life style

travel more.

deuces.

here's to 2024 i guess.

[upagainstthesunset]

More oc talk bc i cant stop. Have i mentioned where she's staying while on New Genesis? I dont remember, maybe i have? None of this is going into the fic so pretty much the only place it's gonna get talked about is here.

Her first couple nights she's in Metron's lab bc he's still monitoring her after resuscitation. But after visiting Highfather and getting called out for not being accommodating enough, Metron decides she probably shouldn't continue to sleep in the lab. So when they return, he shows her to a room adjacent to the lab and says she can stay there for the time being.

What he doesnt say is that its his living quarters (pictured in Death of the New Gods, see my header image for reference). She assumes its some spare or guest room and so accepts it with thanks and says how nice it is. Now Metron has a dilemma. He's given up his own bed, and he's not going to sleep in the lab (that would be demeaning). So he just.. decides not to sleep. He's gone without sleep before, or taken micronaps in the Mobius Chair. This will be fine.

But Heartbeat eventually puts two and two together and realizes he never goes to bed, and concludes correctly its bc she's been staying in his room.

Now let me share some of my thinking here. I dont want to put something fluffy and not really plot driven into the story this early, but my god does my predictable ass heart love a good only one bed trope. So this tidbit is really just here to entertain me. Consider it fan service, of which i am the only fan lol. But yeah actually writing this into the fic doesn't fit tonally and would disrupt the pacing. But would Metron do this? Yeah maybe. Like, its enough in character that its passable right? The rest though, im not sure. So thats another reason this isnt going into the fic officially. I dont want to dilute M's personality just for my own gain. So let's just call the rest of this scenario a headcanon.

Alright, so then Heartbeat's like this is stupid (and Metron takes offense to that lol), and she's like your bed is huge we can both sleep in it. He appreciates her pragmatism about it and accepts. But unlike the usual only one bed trope, nothing happens. They dont wake up in each others arms, they dont have a heartracing time trying to fall asleep. They just share a bed and its fine. So see? Im not going totally off the rails with it right? Plus, Metron figures itll be a good way to continue monitoring her in case anything happens related to her Source connection while shes unconscious. Always gotta be some angle with this guy.

Over time they have some various adventures together (the episodic parts of the story i keep mentioning), and after one such grueling mission they finally return and Heartbeat climbs into bed relieved saying, "I'm so glad to finally be home and in my own bed!" And Metron pauses at this. It was an offhand remark and she just gets comfy and goes to sleep without any other thought. But Metron decides not to go to bed, and instead goes back to the lab to sit in his chair and contemplate her words. She called it her bed, and she called this place home. If i were to include this in the fic, itd come before the time where she asks if hed visit her when she goes back to her real life.

Anyway, Metron isnt a sentimental person, but something about Heartbeat thinking of it as home has an impact on him that he can't quite unravel, so he decides that the discomfort it makes him feel must mean he doesn't like it and that he will correct her about her wording in the morning. But like, this dude has some real denial going on, and actually hes getting used to the idea that maybe she'll stay indefinitely! And in truth, he likes that she thinks of this place fondly. He likes that she considers his bed and his room to be hers. But bc these types of feelings are so goddamn foreign to him, he comes to the wrong conclusion about it.

Morning comes and he doesnt end up bringing up what she said. He wanted to, he intended to, but he cant. Instead he convinces himself to pay it no more mind, as it was just a turn of phrase and probably didnt mean anything anyway. But from then on, sometimes at night as he gets into bed next to her, he remembers what she said and it makes him feel A Way. And every time, he shoves it down and convinces himself its nothing.

[sukunasbabymama]

The dojo owner.

⌗ Pairing: Age Up! Baji Keisuke.

⌗ Summary: Falling in love with your neighbor and owner of the dojo across the street.

⌗ Word count: 3K (shit is long bro).

⌗ Warnings: Violence bc Baji hasn’t stopped being a menace even after being an adult, cursing. Also, do I put the age up!Baji here or in the a/n or summary? Idk guys.

⌗ A/N: I couldn’t stop thinking of this. :c I know we always see Baji as the owner of the pet shop but what about this? Yeah…

You huff in annoyance while trying to drag a big box out of your car. Your son is walking without a care in the world with just his favorite plushy in his hands.

“Let’s go, mom! I can’t wait to play in my room!” You smile despite feeling like you’re gonna pass out.

“Yes my love, one sec—,”

“Give me this,” A deep voice says by your side and immediately a pair of hands take the box from you.

You look up and smile politely. The voice belongs to a tall guy with long black hair. He’s wearing some kind of martial arts clothing and is giving you a soft smile.

“I assume you’re the new neighbor,” He says and you nod.

“Yes, that’s me! Are you the person who works at the…,” He nods, starting to walk after you take a smaller box.

“The owner, yes. I’m the owner of the dojo across the streets, my name's Baji Keisuke.”

“The lady who owns the building told me about the dojo,” You smile, explaining to him. “My name’s Y/N and this little one is Y/S/N.”

“Hi.” Your son nods shyly at the man, who just smiles.

“Hi, champs, nice to meet you.” All he gets is another nod from your son. He looks at you. “Let’s take the other things out, yeah? I just closed the dojo.”

“Oh, thank God…” You nod at him, relieved that you’re gonna have help with your son’s bed.

That was the start of a very good friendship with your neighbor. The next day you walk to the dojo and he’s at the door, saying hi to everyone with a cat in his arms. When he sees you he nods and smiles.

“Good afternoon, neighbor,” You giggle.

“Good afternoon, neighbor,” You say back. He crouches and your son goes straight to pet the cat softly. “The dojo’s second in command?”

“Mhm… I can’t confirm or deny that” He says and motions inside with his chin. You gasp seeing at least ten more cats. “They’ll get jealous.”

“Oh my god, so many! So pretty! Baby look!” You tell your son excited, and he laughs and looks up to Baji, who nods and opens the door more for him to run to the cats. “I came to register him in the dojo. I want to see if that way he overcomes his shyness, if he doesn’t is totally okay.”

Baji nods.

“That’s a good mindset. Wanting to help him is good, forcing him to stop being who he is, is not.” You nod agreeing with him. “But, I promise I’ll help him.”

After that, you and your neighbor became closer rather quickly. He kept his promise of helping your son, who now says hi to everybody in the neighborhood. Apparently, he learned that from Baji, since the man knows everybody in town.

Now, Baji knocks on your door and even waits patiently for your son to get ready while drinking coffee with you.

“How is he doing?” You ask your friend softly. He gives you a full fangs-out smile.

“He’s doing so well! He’s now my assistant and actually, today is his first class as the sensei,” You raise your eyebrows surprised and happy to hear that. “He’s a natural.”

“Thank you so much for all of this, Kei,” He chokes on the coffee at the nickname, you panic slightly. “I-I’m so sorry—,”

He points a finger at you with a serious expression.

“From now on, you can’t call me another name, are we clear?” Your panicked expression turns into a relaxed one, you nod with a smile and he reflexes your expression.

Your friendship with Baji keeps getting closer and closer, to the point that now he doesn’t knock on your door, he just enters like it’s his house, and you too. You go to his house and take his cats to yours when he and your son are at the dojo. He even rearranged his spare room so he and your son can practice their kicks while you’re making dinner.

“He’s out,” Baji says coming from your son’s room. “Made me read to him two stories.”

You giggle and lift the cup with juice you made for dinner, he has become obsessed with your natural juices, going as far as demanding a bottle to take to his dojo every day.

“How are you?” He says, taking a seat beside you.

“I’m good, work is good and my boss stopped bothering as soon as he found out I’m a mother.” You both chuckle, and he frowns when your face falls.

“What is it?”

“Uh?”

“You’re sad, how can I make that feeling go away?” He says softly but confidently.

You look at him and your eyes water at his confidence. He’s not saying it just to say something, he really wants to help you. As soon as you sob he silently pulls you onto his lap, letting you hide your face in his neck.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks again.

“Y/SN’s school has the first parents reunion tomorrow and I’m nervous, my tears aren’t sad, I just got overwhelmed by your genuine concern,” You explain, his thumb cleans the tears under your eyes. “I’m a little scared of the typical comments on how I’m so young and already—,”

“That’s not their fucking problem,” You nod, knowing he’s right. “What type of clothes do you want me to wear?”

“I-I, What?” You lean back to look at him, he is smiling.

“You really thought you’re going alone? Nah, I’ll go with you.” You got the biggest smile he has ever seen on you. “Also, I have to see something.”

“What?” You say in a mocking tone. You try to move from his lap but his arms around you get tight.

“My champ has a crush and I want to see them,” You gasp dramatically.

“He has his first crush and I didn’t know about it,” You say and Baji has the cockiest smile on his face. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing!”

“Low your voice, you’re going to wake him up.” He hushes you.

“Black.” You say softly. “Let’s dress all black tomorrow.”

He smiles.

Ever so true to his words, he dresses for the occasion. When he opens your apartment door your son runs to him, laughing out loud when he is lifted in the man’s arm.

“Oh, we are matching!” Your son says happily and Baji laughs.

“Of course we are, champ! We have to be the most handsome men there.” Your son nods repeatedly.

“Now, don’t go teaching my son that cocky attitude of yours…” You stop talking when you see him.

He is wearing all black, from the shoes to the head. His hair is down, looking as shiny as usual and his dress shirt has the first buttons open. The man is gorgeous, you think.

“Y-You… Woah, baby, you look amazing!” He says looking you up and down, you spin softly to show him all. “Prettiest angel to ever walk on earth.”

You giggle.

“Thanks, baby.” He froze at the new nickname for a second but then smiles and opens his other arm to you.

You take your purse and get on the new spot under his arm, while he holds your son comfortably on his other side.

“Can we eat take out today?” Your son asks.

“It depends, how have you been behaving at school?” You say, getting into Baji’s car. Baji puts your son on his chair that he changed from your car to his earlier.

“I always behave good, momma,” You hum. “Also, if I have a bad grade I can’t teach the other kids at the dojo.”

You look at Baji with a small smile while he acts like he didn’t hear the kid.

“Then yes baby, we can eat out, whatever you want.” You say.

“And, can Peke J sleep with me tonight?” He asks happily. “Pleaseeee~”

“Of course, champs,” Baji murmurs with a smile.

“And, can I call you dad?” You gasp and look at the man driving in fear that the question was uncomfortable, but he is smiling like he just won the lottery.

“Of course, champs. That sounds better than my name.” Baji murmurs and your son cheers in the back.

Absently you put your hand on his thigh while looking at the road, he smiles proudly and takes it, interlocking your hand with his, bringing it to his lips to let a small kiss on it.

You don’t have time to think about people’s stares or comments or anything in the reunion, Baji’s hand around your waist distracting you from everything that isn’t him and your son.

And he’s doing most of the talking, asking the teachers if “his” son has been doing well, if he's lacking in any subject and needs help from his parents. If it wasn’t because of the place, you would be ugly crying from happiness. You don’t feel alone anymore.

“You good?” He asks when you’re walking to the car, his lips on your temple.

“Yes, thank you so much, Kei.” He gives you a disgusted face.

“We have upgraded nicknames, that one is ugly now.” You roll your eyes but nod.

“I’m sorry, I meant thank you so much, baby.” He smiles, opening the car door.

“Better.”

Days later, you’re sitting by his side with his arm around your shoulders since he invited you to hang out with him and his friends at the dojo. They were catching up.

“Have you told her?” His childhood friend, Mikey, and the other owner of the dojo ask. “Does she know about the old Baji?”

“Stop.” He groans and you giggle.

“Is this some good tea I’m about to hear?” You say, putting your elbows on your thighs. “I’m all ears.”

“Of course you do, you always sit with the owner of the building to talk shit about the ladies across the street.” Baji murmurs and you gasp.

“Because they said I can’t even buy the right avocados!”

“You can’t.”

“Oh.”

“You sure y’all aren’t married and didn’t invite us to the wedding?” Chifuyu asks, with your son on his lap playing with his fingers.

“They are,” Draken confirms and you laugh.

“We are not.”

“Yet,” Mitsuya says with a smile.

“We are not together,” Baji says, but puts a hand on your thigh and squeezes it fondly.

“Yet,” Pah-chin says, you chuckle.

“Anyways! Our lovely Baji here was a menace in our times,” Mikey starts. “He used to beat people when they look at him for too long.”

“I mean, he gets pretty confrontational if people look at me for too long when we are doing grocery shopping.” You say and you all laugh while Baji is feigning annoyance.

“He also used to set cars on fire when he was hungry,” Draken says.

“HE WHAT NOW?” You say surprised, so loud that Baji sits straight from the surprise. You look at him. “And you tried to call me out in my nosiness?!”

“It’s not the same.”

“A menace!” You laugh, he pulls you to his chest.

“Shut it.” He says embarrassed, you giggle and kiss his cheek.

He didn’t have time to react to your boldness because a scream of your name sounds outside, and you freeze, recognizing the voice.

“Baby?” Baji murmurs, you look at him biting your bottom lip in nervousness. “Hey, hey, calm down.”

You put your hand on the back of his neck and pull softly till his ear was right on your lips.

“T-That’s Y/S/N’s father, I-I… Baji—,”

“Do you want him to see him?” He asks softly and you shake your head. “Then he’s not gonna see it, baby.”

He stands up with you and starts walking to the door, he looks over his shoulder.

“Chifuyu.” Is all he says and apparently that’s enough for everybody to understand.

“Yes, Baji-san.” Chifuyu says and starts a conversation with your son, distracting him from the world.

When you are out you see him. Your son's father is on the other side of the street shouting at the building where you and Baji live. Softly, you take one step back to walk behind Baji, hugging his arm.

“Can we help you?” Baji says and you almost want to turn around and run back inside the dojo. His voice sounds threatening.

Your ex looks at him and then at you and squints his eyes.

“Where’s my son?” You look at him like he grew a second head all of the sudden.

“What? You told me he wasn’t yours and you even went to court with me to give me full custody because you didn’t want to be part of his life?” You say in confusion.

“I changed my mind.”

“That’s not how it works buddy,” Baji says shaking his head softly. “Please, leave the neighborhood.”

“And who the fuck is this nobody?” He says looking Baji up and down.

“Y/N, come here,” Draken says behind you just when Baji starts to put his hair in a ponytail.

You jog to Draken’s side. He puts an arm around your shoulders and holds you tightly to his side.

And just like that, Baji punches your ex in the diaphragm, making the man groan in pain and fall to his knees, you gasp in shock. Baji takes one knee to get on the other man's level and starts repeatedly punching his face.

“Is that the old Baji?” You ask quietly, Mikey hums with a smile.

“I mean, he’s going easy on the guy bu—,”

“THAT'S GOING EASY?” You laugh and they chuckle.

Pah-chin walks to Baji and grabs his arm to let him know that is enough, Baji stops and the guys at your sides gasp.

“Oh, so now he doesn’t beat people to a pulp? He stops?” Mitsuya says and the others chuckle.

“He said something about needing to be a man for his girl,” Kazutora says and you look at your feet with a smile.

“Dad!” Suddenly your son comes out running, going straight to Baji’s legs.

“Champ!” Baji says with a smile, taking the child in his arms. “What are you doing here?”

“Uncle Fuyu and I thought you were done already so I decided to come to see if you were eating ice cream with mom behind my back again.” Baji laughs, your son looks at the man on the floor. “Uh, did you use your big punches on this man?”

“Uh… yeah.” Baji murmurs, looking at you for help but you just smile, letting him clean his mess. “I did.”

“Oh, was it because he was bothering ladies?” You raise an eyebrow.

“What does that mean baby?” You ask.

“Dad told me that we can only use big punches when a guy is making a lady uncomfortable.” Your son explains as if that was the most obvious thing ever.

“Exactly! That was what he was doing to mom!” Baji says and you gasp.

“Don’t put me into your weird ways of teaching!” You shout.

“The question, champ,” Chifuyu says, and your son’s face lights up remembering something.

“Oh, right! Is dad gonna move in with us already?” He asks and you start choking on your own spit, Baji laughs and pats your back softly. “He calls you baby so it means he’s my dad for real.”

“Chifuyu you little—,” You start.

“Yes champ, we are going to do that,” Baji answers, and you look at him with wide eyes while all his friends have pleased smiles on their faces. “But for that, I need you to give me a second with mom, yeah? Can you stay with your uncles for a bit?”

Your son nods effusively.

“Are you going to get married too?”

“Go with Chifuyu baby,” Baji sighs, trying not to laugh at your stressed face.

When your son is nowhere to be seen Baji crouches down, your ex starting to sob as soon as he sees it.

“The next time you try to come into our life I’m going to let you way past recovery.” He’s smiling in a way that even you got chills. “My wife is not your little game for you to come to her life when you’re bored, and my son neither, motherfucker. Fuck off.”

He stands up and throws you over his shoulder, walking to his apartment, he enters and lets you down on the couch but you pull him to you, making him fall on top of you.

“Living together? Getting married? Your wife? We haven’t even kissed.” You say with a smile, and he rolls his eyes.

He leans and kisses you softly, then both of your cheeks and then your forehead.

“There it is, good?” He says and you shake your head.

“Hell no, kiss me more.”

He laughs but indulges you, kissing you again, deeper this time, saying in that kiss what the both of you have been thinking about each other all these months.

“Can I be your man?” He whispers, right on your lips. “Can I keep raising Y/S/N with you? I swear I love him with my life. I want to take care of both of you for the rest of my life.”

“Kei.”

“I’ll never let you down, you will never have to question my love for the both of you,” He keeps saying, watching your lips form a soft smile.

“Kei.”

“You’re my treasure, baby, let me—,”

“Baji Keisuke.” He looks at you and your smile gets wider. “My husband, Baji Keisuke.”

He chuckles and hides his face in your neck.

“Yeah, that’s who the fuck I am.”

You smile and he does too, both knowing that he would fulfill all his promises, that you’re no longer alone, and that you’re the happiest at the moment. And he is too. Because it’s you.

🔖: @saturnmitsuya @melaninnntae @milliumizoomi @plutosexc @ccxiia @haitanigigi @keimisan @welkinmoongrab @dai-tsukki-desu @yunho-leeknow @manjiroarchiviste

[angelguk]

omg so i sent in an ask re angst jock jk n oc ! but then i also realized its highly possible these 2 break up at one point while in uni mostly bc of the "are we dating bc its convenient" kinda dilemma and then it just pushes them apart bc they think theyre losing theirselves while being in such a close relationship,,,cue save ur tears by theweeknd BUT i just know when they grow up a lil bit more, theyll end up together <3

here we go! (the beginning of the end....may be...)

didn’t include save your tears as the soundtrack but may haps for the follow-up :3

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: angst, yes the break-up scene, jaykay being an ass (a very huge one motivated by his own insecurities and selfishness – translation: he’d rather break her heart and carry that weight than be the heartbroken one), chayoung is no longer Seed of Doubt but something else (still up for debate but she’s fairly nice here), not edited but hey atp that’s part of my branding (also i would like everyone to consider that oc is not the greatest gf ever like guys don’t hate jk alone!!)

soundtrack: bags, clairo + stay, gracie abrams + say you know, alina baraz

(titled — honeymoon fades)

Jeongguk’s contact name hasn’t lit up the screen of your phone for six days now and you haven’t seen his face for just as long. It’s weird to go from constant incessant  communication to complete and utter radio silence. Not a single meme deposited in your Instagram inbox, no random notification from his Twitter. Just silence, quiet brewing silence. 

It breaks two days later when Chayoung finds you coddled under your duvet, mouth stuffed with the saccharine sweetness of mint chocolate. (Jeongguk kept a stash of it at your place but who was around to eat it anymore apart from you?). 

“And why do you look like you live in a dumpster?” She’d hummed, ripping open the curtains you’d involuntarily welded shut. 

“Because that’s how I feel inside,” you’d retorted, pushing aside your laptop. The screen is stuck with an image of an idiotic character named Nabi kissing the spawn of Satan. You hope for her sake it works out. Chayoung had huffed at your response, fondly whacking your head with a stray pillow. 

“Well get over that feeling cause we’re going out tonight.” A declaration, the fierceness in her feline eyes a warning that you’re not allowed to even think of saying no. That doesn’t mean you hadn’t tried – sorrowful eyes and pouted lips as you begged her to spare you. But Chayoung is a force of nature, one that could easily wreak havoc on your delicateness. And she does though, with a string of comments that propels you out of the miserable burrow you’d dug up. 

“You’re killing everyone, you know?” She’d supplied, yanking open your closet. “You’re sulking, Jeongguk is shutting down. He’s said like five words since this whole...thing...you have going on.” 

You couldn’t help but scoff at that, toying with the corner of the large grey shirt donned on your body. Jeongguk’s shirt. One of his favourites actually. You’d thought about stealing it after spying it on his obsessively neat laundry pile, but after seeing your wandering eyes he’d given it to you instead. 

“He always does that,” you’d said after Chayoung had whipped her head in your direction, curved eyebrows perplexed. “I mean, shut down. It’s his emotional response to things that bother him. Complete detachment so it hurts less.”

She had just stared at you, a long meaningful look at left your skin prickled. 

“Huh.”

“What do you mean ‘huh’?”

A measured step forward, her body weight sinking into the edge of your mattress a moment later. “I mean, you know him so well.”

“Of course I do he’s my best-friend,” you’d said, indignation coating your words

“No–No you're not getting me. You know him. You know he wouldn’t make the move to reconcile–”

“But he should!”

“You told him to go away! He’s trying to listen to you even though he’s hurting!”

And maybe that was it, that simple implication that you were causing him pain that had you pausing, reviewing the things you’d said to him – the things you’d felt. 

“But,” a timid rebuttal, “I just–I just need him to show me that he cares.”

“He does,” Chayoung had returned. “So much. And he misses you. He’s probably just afraid that you don’t feel the same.”

“But I do! He knows this.”

“Does he?” A question in her eyes, one that you’re afraid you know the honest answer to. 

You say things and never mean them, he had said, eyes hard.

That had hurt you but perhaps he was right, there are things you hadn’t told him, feelings you hadn’t truly expressed. And Jeongguk had always been good to you, so understanding and caring, trying to fill the places were you lacked. Wasn’t he the one who planned the majority of your dates? Remembered all the important milestones of your relationship while you contributed the bare minimum. You hadn’t even told Chayoung about the surprise he had planned for your one-year anniversary, the shame of your own choice hanging heavy over your head. 

So that’s why you’re here, staring at the back of his head forlornly as the music drifts around you, flashing florescent lights bathing him a hazy glory. He hasn’t seen you yet (something you’re thankful for because oddly enough you feel sick to your stomach). It feels like you’re skating on thin ice, waiting for the impending crack to sound through your heart, ice water swallowing you whole immediately. Chayoung is the one who pushes you forward, gingerly plucking the idle drink from your hand, Jimin aiding her efforts with a soft smile your way. 

It’s time for you to try the way Jeongguk has, put aside that bumbling ego that oversees your actions and adopt the humility he’s always granted you.

“Go,” she murmurs. “He misses you.”

And God you hope he does because you’ve missed him too. 

Except the moment his honey eyes land on you you know he hasn’t.

“Jeongguk,” you mumble. Yoonoh is frozen beside him, concerned gaze flicking between your faces. Your own eyes are stuck on him, the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips, the subtle hint of the dimple in his cheeks. 

You’ve missed him, and it slips from your heart and brims in your eyes, vision blurry as your blink those stray tears back inside. 

“Hi,” you add, when his silence doesn’t break.

“I should probably go,” Yoonoh lets out, awkward words bumping into the wall of tension standing firm between you to. He settles a hand on Jeongguk’s shoulder, sending him a look that feels loaded. “See you guys later, right?”

You nod, finally noticing the lump clogging your throat. “Yeah, sure.” Jeongguk just hums, the edge of his cup caught between his lips. Yoonoh flees within seconds, leaving you to wade through this alone. 

“I–I know you’re not happy with me right now, but please, can we just talk?” He blinks at you, it feels like a premonition. “Please?”

“Okay.” The simple word fills you, like a hollow you weren’t aware of finally found the cure needed. 

“Okay,” a small smile on your lips. Jeongguk’s face is still unreadable. He guides you up and away from the deafening sound of the song bleeding from the speakers, into an empty room, the door closing behind him muting the music and giving way to the own pounding in your head. Nobody says anything for a second, both of you navigating this uncharted territory of animosity. Until Jeongguk sighs, melting into the bed at the centre of the room. You follow suit, allocating enough space between the two of you. You’ve ever had to do that before.

“You said you wanted to talk?” Jeongguk finally cuts through it, eyes unforgiving when he glances at you.

“I did! I do–Just Jeongguk,” you can’t help it drifting out. “I miss you.”

Nothing, not even a flicker in his eyes. He eyes shift to the floor instead. “Okay. I that what you wanted to say?”

“No–No not just that! I’ve missed you Jeongguk and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that i went off on you like that and I’m sorry I haven’t been the best towards you and I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel like I didn’t care about you–or made you feel like the things I said or did had no meaning behind them. Because they do–they do because I love you. I love you so so much and I’m sorry if I made it seem like otherwise.” You automatically extend out for him, hoping to grasp on his thing floating to fast away from you. Jeongguk shifts and you hand tumbles down to the empty space between you instead, halted by his hesitance. 

His head drops into his palms a second later, a broken exhale leaving his lips. The motion cause the silver bracelet on his wrist to slip down the length of his arm. It jolts something in you. Jeongguk had given you a matching one but you’d ripped it off after the last argument and hadn’t considered putting it back on. But Jeongguk was still wearing his. 

“Do you really?”

“What?” He’s staring at you know, doe eyes cloudy.

“Do you really love me?” There, that stupid evil vile question that you thought you had the answer to but the words vanish in your head the longer he looks at you.

“I do–what? What are you implying? Of course, I do.”

“Of course, you do,” Jeongguk echoes. His eyes turn to the window located over his shoulder. You can see his head working through something, and you’re suddenly terrified fingertips itching to wander through his curls and coax those thoughts from his head. 

“Jeongguk? What the hell are you talking about? Talk to me, please.”

He sighs again, at it feels like your heart splinters. A sudden shake of his head and Jeongguk twists back to face you, a silent tear falling down his cheek.

“You don’t love me.”

“Wh–What are you talking about? I do! And how can you decide my feelings for me?”

“No. You don’t love me the way you think you do–the way you should.” It feels like he’s saying it to more than you, like he’s saying it to himself. “Maybe this the wrong choice to make. You know. Maybe we shouldn’t have done this.”

You shatter just like that, shards on the floor as you stare him, this person that you thought you knew. And maybe the feeling is mutual because Jeongguk is staring at you in a similar way, searching for the courage to say the words you know lie in his heart. Like a loaded cannon, waiting for the match to strike and leave you lying in pieces. 

“I think we should break–"

“No,” you cut him off with an adamance that you didn’t know existed until right then. “No, you’re not gonna say that and we are not doing this.”

His eyes narrow then, jaw set. “This is not about ‘us’, I’m doing what’s right for me.”

“How is that right? Huh, Jeongguk? Don’t you care about this? Don’t you care about me?”

He looks away then, ignoring your questions, his throat stuck. 

“Jeongguk...” You reach out again, and he allows it, shoulders sinking with the weight of your hand on them. “Don’t you care about me?”

Another heavy exhale, his eyes blinking hard. “I do. And that’s why this won’t work, not the way it should at least. I really think we should end this, or at least reconsider the reasons why we’re together. You say you love me–you say you always have but really–really think about it. About me and us and what we are. I’m sorry, I really am but I just can’t do this anymore.”

He rises then, your outstretched hand tumbling down to the empty space he’d left behind. You can’t move it, can’t breathe, your heart hurtling out of your chest and onto the ground where it lies, fragmented beyond repair and bleeding bare. You glance up through tears, watch him open his mouth and then it and look away. 

“Do you mean it?” You finally ask, and his eyes snap to you. He knows what you’re saying. There’s a pause that stretches out for eternity, coloured by the sound of the ringing in your head.

“Maybe.” It cuts right through you, lodging itself deep with intent. And then you just have to nod, swallow the scream clawing at your throat. He murmurs one more apology before his feet carry him away, and you watch, forlorn as you burn his frame into your memory, as your whole world walks out the door.

[realcube]

haikyuu!! boys dating you for a bet then falling hcs 💘

characters: oikawa, kuroo & osamu 

tw// angst to fluff, swearing, sexual references - minor dni!

OIKAWA’S AND KUROO’S ARE AGED UP !

thank you anon for this request 😚

Tōru Oikawa

everyone on the team was teasing him for getting broken up with bc he was ‘too obsessed with volleyball’

he had finally had enough and made a bet with iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki that he could get a s/o quicker than any of them

they accepted ofc but that’s when oikawa learned that hanamaki was already talking to a girl he liked which meant that it was a race against time for oikawa to find someone to date

in reality, he had no interest in dating atm but he had to do this for the sake of his pride

he settled on asking you out bc you were his lab partner for chemistry and even before the bet, he was making playful flirtatious banter with you but it’s not like he had any real feelings for you which meant that breaking up with you afterwards would be simple..right?

also, asking you out would be an easy win

and it was 🤠

oikawa won the bet and regained some confidence which meant he was now free to break up with you

buuuut y’all had only just started dating so he didn’t want to break up with you before the first date so he postponed the break up until after y’all went to the movies together

then the night came - he had just came back home for your first date at the movies, he took you to see an alien invasion movie and you said you loved it

he stared at his phone which was open on IMessage, on your contact; his fingers hovered over the keypad but the words didn’t come to him the way he expected 

the more he thought about, he realised that you guys hadn’t even had your first kiss yet and he wanted to give you a sweet memory to leave you with before he inevitably dumped you so he decided to postpone the break-up again, until you guys had your first kiss 

and since his messenger was open, he invited you on a second date to the park where you had your first kiss over a shared cone of vanilla ice-cream

honestly, he had such a great time on the date that in the moment, he completely forgot about the fact he had to break-up with you so here he was again, sitting on his bed and looking down at his phone glumly as he searched his brain for the right words to say 

but when he allows his mind to wonder for too long, it always comes back to one thing

so figured that he’d hold off breaking-up with you until your first time and from there — depending on how good you are — he’ll decide whether he wants to dump you or keep you around just as a side fling

the day eventually came three months later, not that he was complaining though as he’s developed a lot more patience since he’s started dating you 

you had just came back from a date at the bowling alley and something about seeing Oikawa in bowling shoes and a partially unbuttoned shirt was enough to make you go feral so as soon as you arrived at his house, y’all went for it

in all honesty, sex with you just hit different for oikawa

it was nothing like he’s ever experienced before

like it was kind, sensual and filled with mutual praise and he truthfully never wanted it to end but once it did and he was sprawled out on the bed next you, breathing heavily with your fingers intertwined, he realised that he didn’t want to break up with anymore

the last 4 months that you guys have been dating, truthfully was the best time of his life, like he feels so happy and genuine when he’s around you, there’s no way he’d leave you now

‘I love you, (y/n).’ he hummed, turning his head to the side to look at your peaceful figure laying next him - god, you’re beautiful

‘I love you too, Tōru.’

Tetsurō Kuroo

him and bokuto had a bet to see who could fuck more ppl in a month 

the third year gym squad gc was confused but not too confused i mean this is kuroo and bokuto we’re talking about

akaashi, kenma and tsukishima were all disapproving of this idea for their own reasons

akaashi thought it was immoral while kenma and tsukishima thought it was just a ‘who can get an std first competition’

as for hinata and lev, shōyō had his bet on bokuto while lev was rooting for kuroo

kuroo was going to start his hunt for sex partners at the club tonight but he had already agreed that he’d do the business assignment with you tonight and since it was a partnered thing, he’d feel guilty if he opted out last minute 

he sat on his bed while you took a seat at his desk, working away at the project while kuroo ‘supervised’

kuroo was bummed that bokuto was probably getting laid rn while he was stuck in his room doing an assignment- WAIT

you were here with him ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ and he was like..90% sure you had the thing for him soooo

he immediately sprung up from his bed and shuffled towards you, grabbing your hips to momentarily lift you up so he could pull you away from the project and onto his lap as he sat on his bed, tracing your jaw with his finger

‘time for a break~’ he cooed in your ear, massaging your thigh with spare hand, ‘only if want though, doll.’

xdfghj OFC YOU DID

consent = given ✨

kuroo = hard

your sex = destroyed

ass = red

you = overstimulated as hell 💅

if you started during the day, expect the sun to have gone down by the time y’all were finished

he offered to take you on a date so you both could do this again sometime and you said yes

but he reassured himself that you were only a hook up- definitely nothing serious- no feelings whatsoever

so a week later, he took you on a sweet, wholesome date to a carnival and you got railed afterwards 🥰

your next few dates went in a similar way until one fateful day where you were just..tired

neither of you really wanted to smash tbh, you were just happy laying in each other’s arms 

and as time went on, you guys went on more dates where there was absolutely no sexual activities, just sweet intimacy 

and he...... liked it 

why did he like it???

you were nothing more than a sexual relief to him, right??

so why did he enjoy cuddling with you so much? shouldn’t he be fuckin you rn? but he didn’t want to...like he was lowkey vibin with you in his arm while watching modern family 

then he looked down at you in his arms, the light of the screen highlighting your features beautifully

‘i think i might actually want to marry you one day.’ he blurted out, lightly tracing the bridge of your nose with his finger

this caught you off-guard so you looked up at him, an adorable pink blush dusting your cheeks, ‘really?’ was all you could think to reply 

‘yeah.’

Osamu Miya

ofc it was a bet with atsumu ofc it was a bet with atsumu 

‘who could get the hotter s/o competition?’ and suna would decide who wins

the twins had a month to get a s/o who was hot asf

so osamu asked you out in maths bc you were the most attractive person he kinda already talks too

you said yes as you sorta kinda maybe had a lil’ thing for him

however, he didn’t even ask you out on a date

in fact, he barely even talked to you after he asked you out until the day came where suna judged which miya twin won the bet

osamu did ofc 

then he kinda forgot y’all were dating until one day you snapped him with the caption ‘???’

he was like ‘hey’

sorry i firmly believe he is the driest texter

anyway he felt bad for neglecting you for over a month so he said he’d make it up to you by taking you out to dinner

but he promised himself that dinner was only an apology and right afterwards, he’d cut you off

he was scrolling through his phone, looking for places to take you and although he wanted to just get take-out, even he knew that fast-food probably wasn’t a very romantic date idea

wait- he didn’t care about it being romantic- did he??

eventually he settled on an expensive restaurant bc getting you a take-away probably wasn’t a very good apology 

so anyway he took you out and he actually had a pretty good time ^^ 

i mean, when you coincidentally ordered the same thing off the menu as him- he kinda caught feelings

osamu would definitely realise that he fell for you faster than oikawa and kuroo

just the way his hand just feels a pull towards yours when you’re walking side-by-side is a dead giveaway

so once the date is over and he dropped you off at your house, instead of breaking up with you as he planned, he simply placed a tender kiss on your forehead and smiled, ‘we should do this again soon.’

when he saw the way your face lit up and you squealed slightly, he knew he made the right decision

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Lmao alienrry and y/n watching porn not out of horniness but bc he’s genuinely curious

“That can’t possibly be pleasurable...Can it?”

“It probably isn’t at all, no.”

Harry’s brows scrunch in utter confusion as he stares down at Y/N’s phone in her hands, where a very graphic video is currently playing across the device’s screen. “Then why is she screaming?”

“Because she’s acting.” Y/N rationalizes easily, shrugging one shoulder nonchalantly as she pops a handful of Cheeto puffs in her mouth. “It’s all for show.”

The alien now turns his baffled gaze towards her, blinking hollowly. “It’s not real?”

The human watches the video with mild boredom, the boisterous shrieks and crude sounds not seeming to phase her at all. “Most times it isn’t. The girls usually fake it.”

Harry looks like he’s just been shot between the eyes. He shifts his body over the bed to face her more directly, his voice lowering in pitch, coming out soft and delicate, as if he’s terrified of being too loud. “You guys fake orgasms? Why?”

Y/N releases a humorless snort. “For the sake of sparing men their egos.”

The young man remains quiet for a moment, thinking over the new information she’s just bestowed upon him. “Is sex not as pleasurable for females as it is for males?”

“It can be, if the guy knows what he’s doing.” She explains, reaching for her soda and taking a quick swig. “But most times, they don’t, so the woman is left unsatisfied.”

Harry eyes her carefully, a light blush creeping into his ears and splashing along the crests of his sharp cheekbones. “Have you ever...when we were...” Harry signals between the two of them with his index finger, his voice growing more timid by the second. “Have you ever faked it?”

Y/N swallows her drink, shaking her head casually as she gives him a soft smile. “You were really open to learning from the get-go, so I’ve been teaching you how to properly take care of a girl since the first time we slept together. You’re a pretty good pupil, actually.”

Harry lets out a swift sigh of relief, his shoulders slouching as an airy laugh escapes his rosy lips. “Thank God. That would have been embarrassing.”

“Probably, yeah.”

“And men just...don’t care that their partner is left unsatisfied?” The boy questions with appalled shock, continuing to ignore the wet noises and yelling permeating through the room from the phone speakers. “That’s not fair.”

“Hardly anything is.”

“But you’d tell me, right?” Harry prods, seeming to have taken a sudden interest in becoming activist for women’s sexual health. “If that ever happened? You’d tell me so I could fix it?”

Y/N leans forward and pecks at his lips fondly, overcome with the urge to express her gratitude towards his concerns. How did she get so lucky to get someone who actually cares about her end of the deal? “Of course I would. I’m comfortable enough with you to be honest.”

“Good.” Harry murmurs, kissing her back with fervor to emphasize the importance of his point. The edges of his mouth twitch into an affectionate grin as he rubs the tip of his nose over her own, his dimples peeking through. “I don’t want you unhappy.”

“I’m not.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky swear.”

[i-need-air]

Oh-- I really really -really- liked your wolf hybrid Bakugou and-- if you don't mind, can you do one on Kirishima? Just the general headcanons, if this is too bothersome then you can ignore this once again- thank you

Just general headcanons you say? Okay, I had this written 2k words in before I got this ask and now it's at... ehem, let me take a deep breath for this;

Word count: 3.5k 💀 [of HCs 💀💀💀]

Why do I keep doing this to myself aksdjkd I love Kiri so much, my god! Thanks for the ask!! 💗

[ Masterlist ]

Hybrid!AU Kirishima Eijirou HCs

× i mentioned him as a dog hybrid and we're sticking with it because it just feels right, yano? anyway!

× you found out about how the new hybrid shelter in your city helped bust a fighting ring

× which was horrifying to think about

× one of your friends explained the process to you and you were definitely interested in helping someone out

× shelters were still underfunded and didn't provide much to help the hybrids adapt to society

× so you found yourself in front of the shelter without a plan

× just a dream and a spare couch that could thankfully convert into a bed

× before you could chicken out you stormed through the doors like a mad person, catching the attention of the guards and the front desk man

× it surprised you how disinterested they were though; were they seriously the people that dismantled a whole illegal fighting ring?

× they called a sweet old lady to accompany you

× when you explained your situation her eyes sparkled, looking you up and down and nodding her head

× she took you through some hallways, showing you around the precinct, questioning you about what type of hybrid you'd want

× to which you honestly didn't know how to respond, like anyone you could help????

× it kinda pissed you off how she spoke about the hybrids like they were pets, suggesting you'd get a kitty or a bunny, since [her words] they were low maintenance

× is this really a good shelter?

× you looked around, finding prison like cells left and right, some with people that looked at you curiously, some covering from your glance

× they were locked in...

× some growling could be heard far away but the woman shook her head at you, disapproving gaze turned to the side as she took you further into the building

× another room, this time cells were bigger, a few occupied, yet covered from you, indiferent and uninterested

× a man was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands in his hair

× "Kirishima, boy, get up to greet someone"

× his red eyes snapped up, whatever he was thinking about slowly forgotten

× he blinked curiously as you hugged your frame, feeling uncomfortable, even ashamed to be there

× but a sweet smile took over his features

× "Hey! I'm Kirishima Eijirou!"

× it's really all it took for you to grow fond of him; he got up and came closer to the entrance of the cell and introduced himself in such easy-going manner you forgot about everything and anything

× he calmed you with his presence, even if it was very disheveled, with old ripped clothes and hair messy, painted red with obvious dark roots showing

× he had a black fluffy tail waving slowly behind him too

× you introduce yourself with his encouragement and mumbled how you wanted to help someone out today

× he just smiled at you, taking you in

× let me tell you something about dog hybrids: they can sense emotions and intentions so Kiri would be a very good judge of character and he really, genuinely took a liking on you

× the problem is how the fuck do you say out loud that you wanted to help him out

× because you sure as hell weren't going to say you'd adopt him; he's not a child? we're talking about a grown ass man here? literally looked like 6'4ft/1.95m?????

× it was so shameful, your gut turned as you cursed society and he sensed it, expression changing, falling a little as he saw you look very out of place

× "Hey, hey, everything's gonna be fine!" he said

× he told YOU that

× instead of YOU telling HIM those words;;; you almost burst into ugly crying, forgetting about everything else, your minuscule problems or shame or whatever and just nodded at him

× "Would you like to come home with me, Kirishima?" you said, ignoring the happy clapping the old lady was doing, watching carefully how his expression, clear as water, switched from easy-going and reassuring to shocked then hopeful

× "I'd like that" he breathed out "—a lot."

× as you went out the lady was telling him it was a shame they separated his group of friends, something about being sent to different shelters, how he had to be a good boy, to behave, yada-yada and seriously;;; he was taking it so lightheartedly, as if he was so used to this behavior or even was thankful for it?

× it was starting to get annoying, specially when they gave you a collar for him, like no fucking thanks, but you'd take care of it later

× since it was very random and unplanned, you were making mental gymnastics to figure out what to get and what to do first, like clothes, food—

× journey home was pleasant as he walked close to you, asking you questions about yourself with a gentle smile on his features

× meanwhile people got out of both your ways because he was intimidating and big and large but his smile screamed sunshine

× all while he never really mentioned anything about himself

× you made a point to ask him if he was hungry, to grab a quick bite at any restaurant you could get at then go buy some clothes and necessities

× you were so casual and this guy was so shocked

× i swear, looks at you blinking stupidly then ✨beams✨

× spoiler alert; big boy was hungry

× it didn't matter honestly, just seeing him eat without a worry [even if everyone at the restaurant was wary of him but got a stink eye from you] was a relief

× since you answered his questions about you, you decided to ask some about him; you were going to be roomies soon so might as well get to know each other

× shocked again

× stops mid-bite when you ask him something and stares wide-eyed

× doesn't answer but you can see he wants to and you're confused??

× "did I—... did I say something wrong?" you'd press, scared you'd spook him away or something

× he just gulps down and looks ashamed

× casually tells you they've been told at the shelter owners don't care about them

× 🙃 say what now bby?

× he kinda starts apologizing because he understands why you wouldn't wanna know and you put your hand on his; kinda mutes him for a second

× "Kirishima, we're gonna live together and hopefully be friends in the process, right? I'd like to know about you, as much as you're willing to tell me"

× [ falls in love right then and there ]

× he's met humans before, many actually—

× even in the short weeks he's been at the shelter he's seen people come and go and none talked to him like you did

× stares with stars in his eyes and chuckles awkwardly, blush on his face

× "You're really nice, [Y/N]" he said before eagerly answering your questions; course, it leaves you confused lmfao but you brush past it

× okay! shopping next, long story short it was very hard to find hybrid clothes for his size so you pick to change human clothes and adjust them for him

× as you again mention this stuff casually he's just awestruck

× when you got home, bags in hand, you were explaining to him how you really didn't have much; you were working to get a promotion soon but for now you had a couch that could open up into a very comfy bed, which he assured you it was enough

× you were lowkey unsure if he fit it because like i mentioned, big boi is big

× he does! so that's a relief but you started considering giving him your bed; you mostly fell asleep on the couch anyway and to be fair, it was really comfortable and you mention it as he looks around

× his head snaps at you, wide eyed, yet does not talk

× so you ramble bc that's something fun to do! "I mean I went to the shelter without a plan and uh, I want you to feel as comfortable as possible and maybe the bed is a better fit and—"

× Kirishima Eijirou sees: 💕💞💕💞💕💞💕

× has never been treated like this, like he's an... equal... something he'll take months to share with you, but we're getting ahead of ourselves

× the thing is this boy will fall pretty hard pretty fast, but will definitely take time to make a move

× bc he is respectful

× so he thanks you for the offer and tells you it's probably the best place he slept in all his life

× can your heart stop breaking for him? i mean it's a good couch but it's no luxury hotel bed???

× [ we need to pause, OP made herself sad ]

× ok, so he's really helpful around the house, and he knows how to cook!

× takes no time to talk about his friends, special his best friend that cooked for everyone at the fighting ring and forced them all to help and that's how he was pretty decent at cooking himself

× wasn't the best though, but followed instructions like a boss

× he lives for your compliments

× literally his tail wiggles with no shame

× seriously;; tell him he did a good job even at the dumbest thing and—

× puffs chest

× wiggle-wiggle

× "Thanks!"

× 🥺💕💞 make him stop, he's so cute

× did i mention he has like floppy black ears? Omg his earsssssssssshnnngggggggggg

× because they move whenever he walks and they're mesmerizing

× and one day that you're observing them for science [not because your heart was like 💘pom-pom💘] you noticed his roots

× remember when your heart broke for him? hah, have some more because as you asked him, he started telling you that he was pushed into dying his hair red for the spectacle, diversity and what-not

× reassured you he grew to love it now, being part of who he is

× also gets a little bit shy when adding he wouldn't want to change the color in hopes of finding his friends someday and for him to be easily recognizable

× you bought him hair dye that same day

× WHICH! apart from gaining extra 🥺💕💞 from him, it created a nice routine between you two!!

× you offered to dye his hair and it was such a great time; he made you laugh, conversation going just as easy whenever you talked, you got to know each other a little bit more and—

× heh

× at the end, after applying all the red hair dye, you massaged his scalp gently

× guess who melts in your hands? yes, giant ass dog-man melts into a puddle under your hands and it's the cutest fucking thing you've ever seen

× I'm serious, he sighs and leans into your gloved hands with zero [0] shame, eyes closed and peaceful expression on his features apart from a small smile

× you tease him and he laughs it off, but promise him you'd give him head scratches when he was finished with the dye, washed off and hair dry

× and you better deliver

× "Don't think I forgot!" he'd say as he'd hop on his make-shift bed in the living room by your side, tail moving from side to side

× as you start playing with his locks, he falls into your lap and starts snoring

× move an inch and he opens his eyes to look at you confused

× puppy eyes questioning you if you're leaving 🥺

× yep, you fall asleep together

× you point out to yourself that those puppy eyes will be the death of you

× he's a touchy guy, okay? since he's been touchy with you from the very start you never questioned it, even read on the internet that many hybrids descended from house pets need physical affection, like hugs, pats, scratches, all the bag, so it wasn't a big deal for you

× except it was a big deal because he's been around for a month and you're already catching feelings and that's bad because you did not bring him there to fall for him but to help him start a new life and—

× oh my god, what if he thought you were one of those people from the horror stories about hybrid adoption that only wanted them for one thing—

× no, no, no, nO, NO.

× anxiety was getting to you as the guilt of catching feelings for him, plus the fact that he was financially dependant on you for the time which would've made it even worse if he found out, PLUS he comes from such a rough life, he definitely needs a break and doesn't need his first human friend in forever to be a piece of;;;

× Kiri catches on this really constant and increasing feeling of anxiety; he starts to send you worried glances but doesn't know how to proceed

× in such a soft voice he asks if you're okay, if something is on your mind

× and since you weren't sharing anything but acted as if everything was alright even when he felt you lied, Kiri started to get worried too

× why were you anxious? why weren't you talking to him about it?

× oh, god, was he a burden? because he felt like one;;; did you want him out? he felt like an extra weight for you and wanted to do something about it but maybe you got sick of him? he felt unmanly...

× the fact that he knew he cared about you as more than just a friend made him even more anxious and it didn't help that whenever he touched you he heard your breath hitch or your heart beating louder; he got his hopes up then down because

× you smelled like people; people he didn't know, people he wanted to know because he needed to know why did you smell like them? were they a treat? were they potential partners? he really did not want to ask bc Kirishima felt like it wasn't his place to know

× as tension grew in the house you decided to gift him a new phone, ready to give him some news that reached your ears

× it seems Kiri himself liked to do sports and mainly jog to keep himself active and he's started to pass by the local dog-park to play with the dogs

× imagine your surprise when a few neighbors asked you if he'd be willing to train their dogs bc he's been teaching them stuff like once a week and the dogs listened

× big time dog whisperer; he says "Sit" to one dog and all dogs in the neighborhood sit too, you get me?

× so you said it would be nice for him to have his own money; not like you didn't help him without care, but you saw his face every time you bought something for him and really felt like he needed some real independence

× he's in ✨awe✨ because you came up with clients already that were very eager for dog training sessions, which he loved??? and suggested hours, wages??????

× and you gave him this new phone to help him with it if he's interested too?

× "Well, the normal price on the internet around the area is—"

× "[Y/N]."

× "Hmm?"

× "You're really amazing, you know that, right?" he'd have his lips curled into a sweet smile

× which makes your heart go crazy and this man notices how you get flustered

× loves it

× get ready for compliments; a lot of compliments just expecting your sweet flustered reactions

× he's slow at realizing your feelings for him because he beats himself down and seems himself as less of a man but tests the waters nonetheless and a d o r e s every time you struggle to thank him for said compliments and don't know how to continue functioning

× catches on and gets his hopes up

× and so you do

× listen, this is hilarious because you're both dumb idiots and want to be respectful towards the other meanwhile he hugs you tighter and for a little bit too long, loving how you melt into him, kisses you on the cheek and sees you get all flustered, looks at you like you're the only one to ever matter until you stop talking, turning everything into a giant mess of silence until you both grin at each other???? I'm getting second-hand embarrassment, just kiss???????

× and it happened with an accidental kiss

× you greeted him as he walked through the door, excited to tell him about your promotion, rambling about the take-out you ordered while he smiled at you

× and it started to be usual for you to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, right? just what normal roomies do, you know [mhmm~]

× he's taking his shoes off and knows the kiss is coming, but just before you press it on his cheek you whisper/squeal "I got the promotion!" to which he turns his head in surprise at you making your lips press together by accident [mhhhmmmmm~~~]

× cue both of you apologizing, looking like a mess

× he's blushing

× you both loved it

× why are you standing so close to each other?

× why did he lick his lips in daze while staring at yours?

× which one of you was leaning in for another kiss?

× it didn't really matter because he's kissing you slowly, taking you into his arms like you were made of porcelain

× glues his body to yours and breathes you in, lips locked, neither believing it was real

× lifts you up in his arms with no difficulty and smiles, both inches separated from another; "Congratulations..." his breath would fan over your face;;;;

× yeah, okay, he takes no time to confess, resulting in a mess of manly words skdjekldj you guys talked that whole night while cuddling and stealing kisses, you on his lap

× [ his nose brushing your neck; he loves your scent omg ]

× it becomes official pretty much instantly and then all your worries wash away

× all the anxiety, all the stress and overthinking, they've all been sorted out in one night and trust me, afterwards this man is pure honesty and loyalty

× he won't hesitate to talk to you about anything and will be such a patient sweetheart with you, listening to every word you say without judgment

× loves cheesy stuff? as in the most cliché stuff seen in movies? that's his shit right there; whenever you two see each other after some time apart [sometimes 5 minutes apart] he'd pick you in his arms and spin you around, then expect you to kiss him

× if you don't, i will skfjdkfk step aside 👀

× skin contact; please, touch him

× if you're not he sends you those famous puppy eyes and we all know they're killer

× sighs, happy to hold you tight against him, engulfing you into his big frame; yeah, you're where you belong, in his arms.

× everyone in the neighborhood loves him; it's ridiculous, seriously, because you find out he helped around all the time when you were at work and gained everyone's love

× makes an instagram account to teach people how to train their dog and becomes an internet sensation, a small celebrity

× also bc he's hot and sometimes posts working out pics

× skdksjs imagine this: makes dinner for both of you, lits up some candles, goes all in, then fucking posts it on ig saying "waiting for my baby to come home #surprise" forgetting you can see it lmfao

× you see the story on your way home and 🥺💞 "ye i love his oblivious ass"

× soft gasps when you tell him after dinner

× has the audacity to be surprised, like babe????

× Kaminari finds him through social media and this baby cries in relief for a good half an hour

× both team up to find all the gang

× guess who talks praises about you all the time? mhm, this guy right here is proud to have you

× and Denki has to deal with it;

× anywho! want to break him for good? tell him you love him for the first time

× GETS. SO. EXCITED. AND. EMOTIONAL.

× but forgets how to speak

× finds his words to say it back after staring at you entranced, grinning like an idiot, taking you in his arms and giving you a bone crushing hug while shaking in place

× he's never felt this loved and adores every second of it

× you're like a drug and he's deep gone, man

× tells you he loves you every single day

[honeypirate]

I’m glad it’s you (soulmate)

Tamaki Amakiji x fem reader

Warnings - has spoilers from season five episode 1. I don’t know if it’s accurate bc I don’t remember the episode all the way but I wanted to use that part of it

(I don’t know anything about Mirio’s parents and can’t find much on google)

Summary: Having the ability to see color since you were a toddler, you and your parents assume you just don’t have a soulmate and were spared the grey dull life without one. Tamaki, being in the same boat, thinks it’s too good to be true that his crush likes him back...

You felt lucky your whole life. Lucky to always have color when all your friends saw in grey. It was like pleasantville for them and you were blessed with color.

Sure, you’ve heard stories of people who find their soulmates as children who always had color, but your childhood friend was Mirio and he still saw in grey.

You head out of your room, your backpack bouncing along your back as you skipped down the stairs, humming a soft song stuck in your head as you make your way into the kitchen.

“Good morning Tamaki” you say softly, finding him at the table eating breakfast. “Good morning” he says down into his bowl. “How did you sleep?” You ask gently, he’s an introverted quiet guy and you always tried to make sure you weren’t doing anything that made him uncomfortable, the three years he’s known you at school he’s always appreciated that about your friendship.

He clears his throat, and you notice him shiver once “good.” He says and then surprises you by asking “You?” And looks up to your eyes for just a moment before he looked back to his breakfast.

“I slept well. Had crazy dreams though” you get your breakfast, just a pop tart, but you still want to sit with him “do you mind if I sit with you?” You ask, though the table had many chairs, all of which except his were empty.

“No” he says with a slight head shake and you smile, taking the chair one away from him. Close but not too close.

When your first pop tart was eaten, he speaks and it makes you smile “what.. uhh.. wh-what was your dream?” He asks his voice a little shaky

You swallow and smile, looking over to him as you spoke. “I was in space and you and mirio were there. We were shopping and then there were like colorful bubbles that I had to search though because one held the name of soulmate. But someone else found the bubble before I could and stole my soulmate. Then it turned out that person was a villain and we had to fight him and you and mirio died and I was alone in space. I don’t know what happened to the villain I just ended up alone.” You shrug, it wasn’t a nightmare just was strange.

You finish to it pop tart and roll up the paper towel you had so you can throw it away.

“Do - do you want to know m-my dream?” He asks and you smile, placing your elbow on the table and leaning your chin on your hand “yes. I do” you say with a small smile, making eye contact with him for just a moment, noticing his cheeks flush as he looks down again.

“I was on a mountain” he swallows hard and closes his eyes so he can speak without knowing you were looking at him. Which you weren’t, your gaze was shifted to the wall behind him, Mirio’s smiling face poking out from the wall.

“A-and you were there with me. You helped me learn how to fly” you smile warmly at him when he looks up to you. “That’s a lovely dream, Tamaki” you say “I wish I could fly with you, that would be amazing” you scoot from your chair to the one close to him and reach out “do you mind?” You ask, your hand beside his hair and he nods his head slowly once, his eyes looking into yours for the longest time he’s ever looked back at you.

Touching him wasn’t a new thing but you always asked before you did, just in case he didn’t like it.

You run your fingers through his hair and Mirio in the background cheers in silence, making your cheeks heat a little.

“Your hair is as soft as I hoped it would be. I love the color. I don’t think I’ve ever told you. this is actually my favorite color”

“Hey guys we’re gonna be late!” Nejire says as she comes into the the kitchen “no!” Mirio says and grabs his head making you and Tamaki jump and you pull back your hand. “No what?” She asks and Mirio tries to cover by laughing “just don’t want to be late!” He says awkwardly before he grabs an apple and tosses one at Nejire and pushes her outside of the dorm.

“They’re weird” you say with a laugh and get up, tossing your trash as he puts he rinses his bowl and puts it in the dishwasher. “Yeah” he says softly, his cheeks still flushed from you touching his hair.

***

“I love when we can be villains! If I didn’t have a quirk I’d want to be an actor” you say as you wait beside Tamaki in the training grounds. “I don’t like it” he says and you smile warmly “but you’re always so good at it” you say and he blushes “t-thanks” he mumbles and before you can talk anymore class 1A arrives on the scene.

“Tamaki!” You shouted from across the field, you were running as hard as you could trying to get to him when you saw Bakugou getting ready to blast him even after the training was called to an end.

You got there just as he released his grenade and you dropped to the ground, grabbing Tamaki’s hand and bracing yourself as you feel the heat burn your skin in a few places and rocks and dust hitting you as you close your eyes.

After the dust settles you pushed Bakugou off Tamaki and Kirishima drags him off

“Hey hey hey” you say softly and brush his hair from his face and dust off the rocks and “are you okay? That was completely out of line” he groans and you help him sit up “Tamaki?” You ask softly and he meets your eye “hi” you say softly and you run your fingers through his hair hoping to calm him down “hi” he says, his eyes were a little distant and you smile softly “let’s get you to Recovery Girl, okay? Is it okay if touch you and help you?” He nods and you help him to his feet, your arm wrapping around his middle as his arm wraps around your shoulder.

He was a little out of it, but not too far out of it to not have any reaction to you helping him. His hands were clammy and his heart was racing. He was thinking about how nice it is to feel your fingers through his hair. How nice you smell from your hair being so close to his nose. He wanted to bury his face in your hair and tell you how he thinks your eyes are the prettiest shade he’s ever seen. But his anxiety and nerves and the pain in his body won’t let him do that right now.

You stay with him the entire time he gets looked after, talking to mr aizawa and the principle about what happened from your point of view. After that, you were allowed to change from your hero suit and head back to the dorms.

You walked beside Tamaki back to the dorm, his bag over your shoulder no matter what he said to try and get you to let him carry it himself.

You place his bag down beside his bed and then head to the door “text me. Okay? If you need anything” you say softly and turn to meet his eyes. His eyes widen for a moment but he makes himself stay meeting your eye as he nods. “thank you” he says and you smile, making his heart race “of course, Tama”

“You should text her man” Mirio said as he pulled himself from the wall. “I don’t know” Tamaki says as he sits on his bed. “You should. She even said you could” Tamaki nods but says nothing.

“How about we all go to my parents place for dinner this weekend! Then you can have more time to talk to her without it being a big thing” Tamaki’s eyes light up for a moment “can we-?” Mirio nods “of course! My moms been telling me to bring home my friends anyway. So I’ll talk to Nejire and Y/n and it’ll be great!”

~ Skip to that weekend ~

“I love your mom! I’m so excited to see her again!” You say and hold on to Mirio’s arm. Tamaki gives Mirio a look and he laughs “mine and y/n’s moms are best friends” he says and Tamaki nods “that’s nice” he says and you can see in his eyes he means it.

“Thank you ma’am” you say as she hands you a plate and she laughs “you don’t have to be so formal” she says and you shrug with a smile

“I know but old habits” you say

Tamaki watches this whole exchange from right across from you. Watches how you smile and how bright your eyes get as you look down at your plate, waiting for everyone else to have one before you dig in to the food that’s laid out on the table.

You look up and make eye contact with him and he gasps, a pink blush dusting his cheeks but again, he uses every strength he can muster to not look away and realizes how worth it it was when you smile softly at him with closed eyes as you lightly bump your foot into his.

He’s heard about footsie before from Mirio, knows it simple and you don’t even have to really look at each other. But he can’t muster up the guts to bump your foot back. He sits there, eating quietly, speaking when absolutely necessary, and peaking at you through his hair every once in a while.

‘Just do it’ he thinks to himself ‘it’ll be fine. She started it. You can do it too. Just get some guts and do it god damn it!’

He moves his foot out, a little too quickly but he realized it too late. Feeling immediate regret and panic when his foot hits yours with too much force.

He expects you to yell at him or send him a glare but you surprise him, silencing all his doubts and fears by looking up into his eyes and smiling again. Reaching out with your foot and sliding it along the side of foot.

His cheeks flush red as he looks down to his plate, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as you repeat the action.

This continued the rest of the meal and Tamaki felt like a blushing mess but every time he met your eye he realized that you weren’t looking at him like you thought he was a mess. Your eyes were sweet and he could see the flush on your cheeks and ears, a few patches on your neck and chest that truly showed that you were feeling similar to him.

Realizing that you were feeling similar made him feel a little more bolder and braver. Keeping eye contact with you for a little bit longer than normal and branching out to run the toe of his shoe up to your ankle and back.

You chuckle under your breath and tried to hide how warm your cheeks were.

“Y/n are you okay dear? You look a little flushed” Mirio’s mother says and you laugh awkwardly “I’m good! You know how I like spicy things!” You awkwardly laugh and hope she buys it’s from the spicy food. Tamaki loves the sound, your laugh showing that you were as awkward as he was and that brought you down from the pedestal he had you on.

He had thought you were so many levels higher than him. Thought you were confident and thought you’d only want someone as confident as you. He feels like an idiot. You’re just a human being. A sweet girl who feels as awkward as he does sometimes. And you see color just like he does so that means you’re both without a soulmate. It seemed too good to be true.

After dinner you walked back to the dorms talking and laughing with Mirio. You kept looking behind you at Tamaki and smiling, making his heart skip every time.

You finished your conversation with Mirio and Nejire and then quietly made your way to stand beside Tamaki. “Hi” you say softly and he smiles, watching the sidewalk as he walked “hi” he said back and you chuckle softly “do you want to hang out tonight?” you ask softly but then cover quickly just in case it stresses him out “Nothing stressful!... just like. We can hang out in my room and watch Jujutsu Kaisen or something.”

He feels like his whole body is trembling he’s desperate to say yes but his tongue feels so thick. You reach out and gently take a hold of his hand “hey” you say softly and he meets your eyes “it’s okay. How about you come over or you don’t and either way.. We’re still good friends” you smile softly and he tries to return it, knowing it must have looked a little wonky, but he nods, and does something that feels against his every fiber, he doesn’t let go of your hand.

You look at him when you reach the elevator and he nods once, answering the question in your eyes. You smile and squeeze his hand gently as you press your floor number. When you both exit together you look over your shoulder and watch the elevator doors close on Mirio grinning and holding his chest over his heart.

“Have you seen this?” You ask as you type the website in your computer

He nods “I’m on episode 16” he says softly and you beam at him “I am too! What a coincidence. Do you mind if we just watch from there?” He shakes his head and you smile, clicking the episode.

You watch episode sixteen and in the middle of seventeen he shifts a little closer to you, his pinky taking a hold of yours. You hum in approval and turn to smile at him, moving the rest of the way close to him and holding your hand out with a smile.

He gently placed his palm against yours and laced your fingers together, you could feel how his hand shakes but you didn’t let on to it.

by the end of episode eighteen your head was on his shoulder. He reaches out and presses the space bar to pause the show but doesn’t say anything, just sits back and shifts more to turn into you, resting his cheek against your head that was still on his shoulder.

“Tama?” You whisper softly, cuddling into him more. “Yes?” He asks

“I like you”

He tenses, just for a few seconds, before he squeezes your hand softly

“I- like you too” he confesses, a whisper that he was kind of embarrassed about how not confident it sounded, but it was perfect for you.

You moved slowly, turning your head to look up at him, surprised and impressed when he met your eye unwavering.

“We’ll take it slow okay? Whatever you’re comfortable with. You don’t have to worry. I’m not gonna be mad or sad or think bad about you if you’re not comfortable with something and you don’t have to feel uncomfortable with me and you can talk to me about everything”

he smiles, his face heating up and he leans down to press his forehead to yours, your eyes fluttering closed. He sighs softly “thank you. I- I hope I can give you what you need” you smile and rest your other hand on his chest “you already do” you whisper.

“- kiss you?” He whispers so soft you didn’t even hear the first words but you nod softly against him. Your heart fluttering and your breathing becoming quicker. He swallows, his hand squeezing yours a little tighter as he tries to talk himself into closing the small distance but he seems stuck, he feels like a fish out of water. He gasps softly, relaxing almost immediately when your hand moves up into his hair, softly running your fingers through it as you patiently wait for him.

You’re so sweet. So patient and caring, he felt so extremely lucky. He feels his body relax and he leans ever so slightly, connecting his lips to yours.

(One month later)

“Thanks for having us back so soon ma’am” you say and she smiles, her eyes saying what you’ve heard a hundred times but she just shakes her head. “Of course! I love you kids. It’s nice to see you two finally getting together too! You’d think soulmates would stay closer through the years but I guess I was wrong” you and Tama both choke, you on your water and him on the air.

“What was that mom?” Mirio says, wide eyes

“They’re soulmates!” She exclaims like it was obvious “... right? I mean all those times I babysat you guys as toddlers, they were thicker than thieves and talking about every color in the book I guess I just assumed. Are you not..?” She trails off but you’re just looking into Tamaki’s eyes.

“You were the little boy I knew.” You whisper with a smile

“You’re my soulmate.” he whispers back, immensely more relaxed around you than he was at the beginning.

“You didn’t know?” Mirio’s mom asks and you laugh and shake your head “I thought I didn’t have one and that’s why I saw colors. I didn’t know it was because I met him right away”

“I don’t even remember being babysat as a kid” Tamaki admits with a blush, his hand resting against your knee under the table, confident and not shaking.

“I’m glad it’s you” you whisper and smile when his blush deepens. “Me too” he says back, his hand squeezing your knee gently.

[a-wildemusing]

The Three of Us: A Late Night at the Cafe. 

word count: 1,676~

genre: Kenma x platonic!reader, Kuroo x Platonic!reader.

warnings: nothing I can think of. probably any mistakes.

summary: Y/n took the late shift at the Cafe they work at. It’s been a slow night until unexpectedly a whole volleyball team decides to get a late snack. 

a/n: this is part of a series I’m doing, called the Three of Us. Its made up events and adventures with being best friends with Kuroo and Kenma. Hope you enjoy!

The Three of Us. ✨ Masterlist. ✨

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The night was going to be a long one, you thought. As a courtesy to your boss lady, you said that you would take her closing shift so she and her family could spend the evening together. It was her son’s birthday. You wanted them to spend as much time with her family as possible. There was no class the following day, so it all worked out. You could sleep in and your boss lady can relax. 

A few customers came in, but it wasn't overwhelming. Even at the last hour, you even told your co-worker they can go home early. You have done this many times before. Taking the closing shift wasn't anything new to you. The boss lady did not hesitate to trust you.  

It was a quiet night. Only two people came in for drinks after your coworker left. They left after a short stay. You were on your own after that. From the front window of the cafe, you looked out. Occasionally, a car passed by. As the minutes passed, the streets began to clear. After catching yourself spacing out, you decided to keep busy and start cleaning a little.

You had your back turned from the door. Cleaning the counters a little while waiting for closing time. There were still forty minutes left. You were minding your own business. Humming along with the low melody of the song playing over the speakers.  

This sort of quiet was sometimes enjoyable to you. However, it was beginning to feel a little overwhelming. You went too deep into your thoughts. 

The past few months have been interesting. There were many things coming up soon. Summer break was just around the corner. Graduation was drawing near for third-year students. In the coming term, Kuroo will be attending university. Kenma and you were going to be third years. Everything felt a little overwhelming. 

As you sighed, you began to organize some things. Your work routine slowly returns and you try not to space out again.     

Your ears were alerted to the chimes from the door. A smile soon appeared on your face as soon as you turned around to see your smirking best friend. You had a slightly confused expression on your face, but the smile was still prominent. Kuroo was standing with what seemed like the whole volleyball team. 

“Welcome!” You cheerfully said putting down the rag you were using the clean moments ago.  

You smiled at Kuroo. “What are you guys doing here? I thought you guys had practice” 

“We-

“Y/n, can I still order?” Lev interrupted Kuroo. Lev walked towards you with heart eyes. Kuroo rolled his eyes and sat at the nearest table. Kenma follows him. Both of them are watching you. Before giving Lev your full attention, you shook your head at the two. 

“Oh. yeah! Of course,” You said cheerfully as you made your way to the cash register. “What can I get you, Lev?” 

The rest of the team lined up behind Lev to order and offer a small greeting as well. After taking some orders, you take a short break to make the drinks or give the snacks to the boys. Even though they had practiced, everyone was so lively. Kuroo caught your eye as you glanced over at him. A smile spread across his face. It was as if he knew you needed the company. 

Kenma finally came up to you to say hi when it seemed you had a small moment to yourself.   You handed him a box to go. 

“Hi, Kenma.” You smiled. “I saved that for you.” 

Kenma opens the box to see a piece of apple pie. He smiles, and thanks you before sitting with Yamamoto. Then you went back making drinks again.

Once everyone had their food and drinks. You went around chatting with everyone. Yaku and Fukunaga were the two you ended up with. The two of them took care of you by protecting you from Lev, Inouka, and Yamamoto from simping too hard or bothering you. 

All in all, it was a good time. You felt so much better. The thoughts you thought earlier weren't so bothersome to you anymore. 

In time, the volleyball team began to slowly leave. Everyone said goodbye and thanks to you.  Before leaving, some of them helped you stack some of the chairs on top of the tables. All that remained was to mop the floors and finalize the cash register. 

Soon the only person that was left was Kuroo. Kenma was actually feeling tired and went home with the rest.

“Thanks for tonight.” As Kuroo grabbed the spare mop, you said softly, "I was kind of feeling weird." You moved the mop side to side as you slowly walked backward, not making eye contact with him.

"I remember you telling me you would be taking the night shift and we ended practice early. So why not.” Kuroo said while he mopped an area a little further apart from you. “But what’s up?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. 

“I am sure you do. How am I supposed to give you amazing advice if you don’t tell me what’s bugging you? How can your elder help you?” Kuroo teases you. 

You shake your head with a small smile on your face. “You are only one year older than me... Shut up.” 

A chuckle escaped Kuroo's lips. Then he taps your mop with his. Bringing your eyes up to look at him. As you hold the mop and pretend to be holding a sword, Kuroo follows your lead and does the same. 

“I don’t know…” You softly tap your mop with his a couple of times. “What are we going to do without you, Kuroo?” You leaned the mop by the counter. 

“What do you mean? I’m not leaving.” 

“Yes, you are. This is your last year. Graduation is coming soon.” 

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. We have been together since we were kids and I don't know... Maybe I'm just being weird.” You looked down.

“No. No. you’re not. To be honest with you. I thought about this.” 

“Really?” You looked back up to meet Kuroo’s eyes. There was a seriousness to them.

“Yeah, really. I was thinking that I get one whole year without you and Kenma. How peaceful will that be.” 

You nudged him playfully, “ Hey!”

Kuroo starts laughing, putting the mop that he was holding down next to yours. He leans on the counter to keep his balance. 

Kuroo as he calms down. “It’s not like I’m leaving the face of the Earth Y/n. Plus, you are going to the same university as me.” Kuroo teases. 

“I know! Okay…it’s just I-I’m... I’m going to miss you.” You give him a small smile. 

But with that Kuroo starts laughing again.  

“Oh come on, Kuroo let me be sappy for a second.” You sighed and gave Kuroo a shove. “You’re my best friend...my annoying older brother. God. Maybe, this is going to be a nice break from your teasing!” Your vision slowly started to blur. You shocked your head. 

“I’m going to miss seeing you every day,” Kuroo said, as he walked towards you. He wraps you in a hug and you return the hug. “But don’t worry. It’s going to be like I haven’t left. I’m going to bug you and Kenma as much as possible.”

You rolled your eyes but hugged Kuroo a little harder. The both of you stayed like that for a bit.

“Hey, come on. I know you still have to finalize the cash register and it's getting late.” Kuroo lets go of you. 

You and Kuroo completed the cleaning and you completed the cash register after your conversation. The cafe was locked. The two of you walked home together. It was a quiet walk and train ride home. Each of you taking a moment to ponder over the small conversation you both had. 

There was going to be a lot of change. Getting used to not seeing each other every day was going to take some time. However, you knew Kuroo and Kenma would be your closest friends for a long time. 

*Kenma and Y/n during the first two weeks of their third year*

Your alarm went off and when you saw it was the third special alarm you woke up so quickly. A burst of energy helps you race to get yourself ready and out the door. Your third alarm was your last warning before you were going to have zero time to make it to school on time. 

You knew if you were waking up late, Kenma would be as well.  Your hair was a little messy, your uniform wasn't tucked in completely, and there were some papers trapped in the zipper of your school bag.  

“We're going to be late, Kenma!" You barged into Kenma’s room. Kenma is still lying in bed. Opening his eyes gradually, he gazes into the distance towards you by the door. 

“Kenma! Let's go!" You threw his uniform at him. Despite still being confined to his bed, he slowly begins to rise. 

“What do you mean...Kuroo is not here yet.”  Kenma rubs his eyes. 

After a brief pause, you turned your attention to him. Your face displays a sad smile. It's then that Kenma realizes what's going on.

“Oh.” He grabs his uniform.  

Kenma and you were finally out the door and rushing to school. You both were able to catch the train. Both sitting down, you placed your head on Kenma’s shoulder trying to catch your breath.

“How did Kuroo manage to keep us from being late for so long?” You look up smiling at Kenma. 

“I don’t even know.” Kenma takes out his handheld console. 

You lifted your head from Kenma’s shoulder when you felt your phone blowing up with text messages. You smile to yourself seeing who was texting you. Kuroo was texting you asking if you made it on time and if you and Kenma were at school yet. You message him back and then put your phone away. Placing your head back on Kenma’s shoulder to watch him play his game.

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end notes lol 

~ Kenma and Y/n were so distracted by the game that they almost missed their stop. ಥ‿ಥ

~Kuroo is stressed af bc of Kenma and Y/n and he doesn’t even go to same school as them anymore lol 

[shesawriter39049]

|FEVER| M|

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

About- Namjoon just has a kink for letting you do whatever the hell you want with him...Whether that be putting him in a hot pink suit shirtless! Or, telling him he’s a good boy as he fucks you into oblivion!

OR- Namjoon and yourself hooked up 5 months ago when the boys were in London on Tour, and you were the creative director for there British GQ & Harper’s Bazzar Cover! Now, months later he’s prepping to release his second mixtape “RM vs Rap Monster”. Opting to go a complete 360 from his first release Mono in all realms. So, with that being said BigHit thinks he needs someone with a little more... “umph” Take a wild guess as to who they call...

WC:1.2k (Sneak peek)

WARNINGS: Switch OC (Top & Bottom...but there's no real dom/sub tones here) Service top/power bottom Namjoon, praise kink, Fingering, Unprotected sex(Back shot), come play, dirty talk, light choking, light overstimulation, (This is lowkey a little softer than it sounds) The OC kinda leads this, but Joon isin’t the cliché “sub” he just likes letting her take control.

NOTE- Just my take on the OG cliché Artist X Stylist AU (Though she’s more of a full package, Art Director/Stylist/Photographer ETC) I have tried to add some minor elements to make it a little more realistic. I will say I typically stray from “Idol-verse” just because if we’re being real, the cultural difference alone sometimes stunts my creativity...BUT I just had a little fun with this one...so I hope you all enjoy it. Also, I don’t go into much physical details but in my mind regardless of race, aesthetic wise the OC is a huge contrast to what he’s use to which is part of her appeal. I picture a tatted Barbie of some sorts...

SIDE NOTE: No shade, but shade, I was lowkey inspired to write this bc I have very strong opinions about the creative team at BH....

*** Let me know if you guys want the full thing or not...I kidna flaked on posting because it is such a cliché lol

SONG- FEVER DUA LIPA  FT ANGELE

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“Well, it’s a yes for me” Eyeing him in this Hot pink-fitted Burliti suit, which you paired with a very sheer black Arnar Mar turtle neck. The minute you saw the piece on the runway you’d been dying to get it on someone with melanated skin, and it just so happens, the boys are fresh off the US leg of their stadium tour! So, lucky for you, baby boy’s been in the sun a lot, and Namjoon’s currently a sinful shade of brown and you're totally here for it…

Then to top it off, the mesh material of the turtle neck creates the perfect silhouette around his offensively toned chest, outlining the muscles sinfully. Eternally snorting at the way the fans are gonna thank and curse you out all at the same damn time once they see the looks you’ve pulled for this man!

And yes, you had your crew bring extended shades of foundation and concealer, because his face and neck will match if your name is going to be attached to these damn photos! 

Head tilted to the side as you silently observe the way he rakes over his reflection in the mirror, it’s a sixth sense you’ve acquired as a stylist at this point. Half of your job is essentially being a hype man/self love coach, real shit, a lot of these artist aren't always as...confident as one may think!

And just like clockwork Namjoon runs his palm down his thighs, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles on his pants for the umpteenth time in the span of oh I don’t know 30 seconds? Which in turn prompts you to say….

“You look good Joonie...” Musing over your second glass of Don, the compliment was genuine, tone warm, soothing even, not a hint flirtation insight because that wasn’t your motive. You weren’t trying to get him flustered you’re just trying to gas him up a little, you wanted to see Namjoon get alittle cocky and feel himself!

Ears perking up like an overgrown puppy, head whipping in your direction “Yeah?” The way this man’s eyes just lit up like the soul skyline. I just-goddamn, an almost bashful smile toys on those plush lips of his, and you can’t help the way your chest flutters with nothing but fondness.

“So fuckin cute” Flutters off your lips, as you hide a smile of your own behind a half empty whine glass. The delivery was so faint it almost go lost in the background music floating through the air. However the slight flush hitting his cheeks let you know Namjoon heard you whether he wanted to admit it or not!

”Mmmhmm, the color looks fuckin insane against your skin, not to mention, the way everything's going to pop once we tone your hair a little! “ Eyes drinking him in from head to toe, though there was nothing suggestive playing within your iris. Very much aware of time and place and right now your genuinely looking respectfully! Seeing if any alterations are needed, making sure you like where everything sits along his frame. Making notes in your phone of places you want to pin and adjust later...snapping a couple shots here and there. 

Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the lapels on the blazer “But like-I mean-I- dont’-It doesn’t look like I’m... trying too hard or anything?” Brows furrowed in the center of his face, jaw tight, wincing slightly at his own words, almost as if he was afraid of your response. The vulnerability within his delivery was more than evident, and no matter how common this is with artist, it’s still just as devastating! Regardless of how much he tried to play it off as if he was just making casual conversation, you can see how blatantly uncomfortable he is . Gazing back at you wide eyed, and uncannily exposed, pointing at the outfit in question. Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the the blazer, switching posses subtlety trying to get a better feel for the suit.  

You stayed silent for a minute, taking the time to actually process before speaking which is rare, not gonna lie. Gaze piercing as you hop off the bed, wine, and accessories in hand, swaying closer. “It’s fashion”. The baited pause almost implied that’s all you had to say, as if one-word was self-sufficient, and in your mind it was...but you knew better than to just leave it at that.

“Art at its finest Mr. Kim” You smile something a little devious, and he flushes even deeper as you slowly start to invade his space eyes locked with him meaningfully. You can physically see the shift, the closer you get, Namjoon starts fidgeting slightly under your gaze but he doesn't back down.

“It gives you room to play, create...it’s something that let’s us connect to people without saying a damn thing.” Suddenly the hand that wasn’t holding your alcohol has become a prop, flailing around haphazardly as you spoke, pointing at the various pieces hanging on clothes racks in your suite! The penthouse has essentially been transformed into your own personal walk in closet for the next 5 or so days! “It’s a statement. A opportunity to tap into a side of yourself that maybe you can’t always verbally articulate to the world around you! More importantly, it’s supposed to be fun, it’s literally something that can be removed within seconds! I mean we all have to wear clothes so why not just enjoy it?”  Head cocked to the side as you appraise him, brow quirked, eyes warm, yet there's a clear challenge playing within your gaze.

Namjoon’s watching you intently, almost as if he’s taking mental notes as you speak...the heaviness within those dangerously honed eyes of his could almost be unsettling to some, but you quite like it. Made you feel as though he actually gives a flying fuck about what you’re saying.

“In my opinion the only time it looks like someone’s “Trying too hard” Making little air bunnies with your spare hand “Is if they look uncomfortable in what they’re wearing, confidence is key, and I know you know that better than anyone RM!” You muse batting your lashes in Namjoon’s direction, and he dimples back at you, eyes sinking into tiny crescents, face rivaling the color of his suit, trying to hide said smile behind his own glass of champagne.  

“I could put you in a damn clown suit...” Words trailing off your tongue lackadaisically as you grow distracted searching the bar for a specific chain from John Hardy. “Which” Focus snapping back in his direction making the later splutter a little “Would be fire as fuck if I did by the way, but-”  Namjoon ended up cackling midsentence, almost choking on his drink in the process, fist pounding against his sternum.

Yeah..killing the leader of Bangtan wasn’t really high on your list tonight....

“Ayee, none of that shit...” Smacking him in the back a little more so just to be an ass because he wasn’t even choking anymore “Don’t die on me until we at least get this damn photoshoot done, I had to cancel my trip to Jamaica for this shit!”

Now he’s damn near choking and his laugh was contagious, it’s just.. loud, carefree so yes, your cackling, and there's nothing cute about it. But you honestly don’t care, you let yourself get lost in it! Finally able to feel the atmosphere in the room start to shift to something a little less scripted and a little more organic...

Throwing his hands in the air as If he’s waving a nonexistent white flag “I’m sorry, noona” There’s a pout playing in his lips, not exactly aegyo per say, but it’s fuckin adorable “Blame PD-nim, it’s his fault we had to do this so last minute” Wheezes from his throat, in the form of a slight whine, almost rivaling Jimin if I’m honest.

You already know he was laughing more so due to your delivery, specifically, your casual use of profanity over anything else. This is actually something you use to be self-conscious about, especially at your first shoot with the boys, at the shoot for GQ . Well aware it wasn’t as common in Asia for people especially women to use “fuck” like a comma. So you were hoping they wouldn’t be offended, or uncomfortable by your dialect, and, thankfully they didn’t seem to mind. Much like Joonie over here, they found it entertaining over anything.

“Yeah, a huh, sureee...” Eyes rolling to the back of your head playfully as you start lightly altering the suit in question with clips and pens. “Stay still babe” The pet name slipped off your tongue effortlessly, honestly, that's what you call most people in your life. However you were far too focused to notice how wide eyed and flustered the man before you became upon hearing it directed at him so casually.

A faint little “Sorry” muses off his lips as he gnaws on his inner cheek, trying to stay still as you ghetto-rig hems into place until you can get this under your sewing needle.

“ No, but real shit…” You sigh, taking on a slightly more serious tone “If you step in front of that camera like you own the bitch, regardless of what your wearing..., then they can’t tell you shit! If your comfortable there’s no such thing as trying too hard” You shrug nonchalantly like that was the simplest concept known to man, downing the rest of your drink “Alright, that’s all, thanks for coming to my Ted talk” Waving him off as if you’re about to leave the room and he pouted playfully, jokingly begging you not to leave him yet...it felt good to be able to banter like this. The shift continuous shift within the atmosphere was more than welcomed…

Hesitantly you watch his eyes find their way back to the full length mirror, which promptly smacks you back to reality!

Unfortunately you didn't fly all the way to Seoul just to drink,  and shoot shit with Namjoon for hours on end,  your actually here to work…

Sooo...

“Alright” Placing your arms on his shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze as you peer over his shoulder. Meeting his gaze through the glass, chin resting gently against the blade. “Back to the reason you came Mr. “I’m sooo anxiously” Shooting him a teasing little smirk in the process “The suit, yay or nay”

So, here’s the thing technically the official fitting is tomorrow, and as far as his team knows he’s in the studio with Yoongi and Hoseok finishing up a song!

Which of course raises the question as to why he’s here..alone..mind you..no staff or security in site.

Just Kim Namjoon and yourself.....

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Heyyyy, Lemme know if you guys want this or not, it will leave kinda open ended because it was supposed to kinda be a 3 part mini series initially. Part 1 ends the morning of the shoot, the full thing is set to be around 6/7k! Spoiler, the company is going to want to keep her around for more than just Namjoon’s solo project....

Also, YES...I did see that they actually put Tae in that Burliti suit (I wrote this long before that shoot was released)...I actually hated the way it was styled it though...I never thought I’d say this but MGK’s team did a better job than BH....

[olivinesea]

In the Golden Dark

a/n: Having never done any ship writing before I’m just going to jump feet first into the deep end with a little Hotchreid for you today. It’s nice. No warnings except maybe some angst because we are who we are. Probably the softest thing you will see from me so enjoy the moment. Completely unnecessary disclaimer that I would find this relationship wildly inappropriate in real life but thank god we’re out here in the lawless fiction of the internet. And you’re getting full on song lyrics bc Hotchreid is nothing if not decadent af. There’s more but I’m impatient so here’s the first bit. ~ 2.7k

what the hell am I doing here in the golden dark? feeling like I’m someone else who looks the part I built up barricades to block my heart cause I don’t wanna fear you

He leaned back in his chair, reaching his arms up and clasping his hands behind his head, arching his back slightly. With his eyes closed it could be any time of day. He inhaled deeply and pretended for a moment that he was nowhere. He even gave himself a few extra seconds, indulging in the quiet that was the office at night. If only he could feel so peaceful in the right moments—before sleeping perhaps. When he opened his eyes all he could see was the reflection of his office light in the black windows. There hadn’t been daylight for hours. He’d switched off the overhead lights in favor of the small desk lamp that pooled the light only in the area of immediate relevance. Everything beyond its reach faded in and out of existence as his focus fell deeply into the forms in front of him.

He pressed his elbows back as far as they would go, pulling up slightly on the base of his skull, stretching out a day’s worth of stress, countless hours spent bent over report after report. He never could have imagined that saving people would require so much paperwork. Reducing the chaos of the lived experience, the searches and the takedowns, the intricate patterns of dozens of personalities layering choices upon one another; it turned out to be quite difficult to do. It took him hours to wrap up cases, even with everyone doing most of their own reports. Which, through no fault of their own, wasn’t always the case. He usually ended up siphoning off a fair number of those reports in addition to his own.

He didn’t mind, he needed to go over everything, needed to make sure that any possible negative feedback that came back would fall to him and he would be prepared if it did. His team were his responsibility, he would be neglecting his duties if he didn’t ensure that things were handled properly. None of them needed the headache of administrative errors. He was good with details, good with forms, good with protocol. He would happily be the filter that saved them all the trouble of little errors even if it hadn’t been part of his job.

But that didn’t change the fact that it was eleven o’clock on a Wednesday and everyone else had gone home hours ago. Only the late night janitorial staff wandered in and out occasionally, nodding at him in silent greeting as they reset the offices to give the illusion of an endlessly renewable supply of fresh starts. People that didn’t stay late never gave this transformation a second thought. They left the office with full trashcans and small debris scattered on the old carpets, only to return the next morning to find a place untouched by human presence, metal fixtures shining and glass doors free of oily fingerprints. That was just how the world worked for them, generous with new beginnings. People who lingered knew better, that effort was put into the effect. Beginnings were never easy, never flowed so inevitably as the set and rise of the sun.

Hotch had been working late for many years, long before he was even in the BAU. He had learned in law school how to brew the coffee strong enough to stay up all night if need be. How the indoor lighting changed without the support of daylight, tinting the world a thin sickly green color without the natural light to round out the fluorescence. He only got worse about it once he joined the Bureau, the stress of the job causing old habits and old secrets to float to the surface. He compensated by working the hardest, doing the most, never allowing anyone to see him need things that other people needed. He could handle this job, this was all he ever wanted after all. To save the world. Or maybe, more modestly, to save the world of a few.

Now, with Haley gone, Jack with her, somewhere well out of his disastrous reach, there was no reason at all not to fully give in. No reason not to let his insomnia at least be productive. To let the latent self destruction that fueled his actions at least have a positive impact on the people he cared about. He could do that at least.

He rubbed his face with his hands, he was getting loopy. There was no reason to be letting his mind wander so far, there were still reports he could get through. Perhaps, as unlikely as the idea felt, he could even get ahead. He looked back down at the paperwork, letting his feet settle flat on the floor. The letters swam in front of him and he sighed, rolling his pen beneath his thumb, considering. He could probably make it another hour. He could get another pot of coffee into himself. He cast about for his mug, finding it empty on the shelf behind him. He sometimes kept it there to prevent his reports from acquiring telltale dark rings. Rolling back from the desk, he hooked the handle with two fingers and headed out to the kitchenette.

Wrapped up in making plans for what he could finish tonight and what could be left for the morning he was startled to find a light still on in the bullpen. He was certain everyone had gone home long ago. They’d each passed by his office, offering him an out as they made their ways home—perhaps their exit could be the motivation he needed to break out of his office, to head towards his own home. What they didn’t realize was that home was not better for him. Work was far better, far safer, with tasks to complete, a purpose. If he was smart he would stay at work forever.

So he waved to them as they checked out, giving them small smiles that, though imperceptible to strangers, they recognized as both apologies and well-wishes. He knew they worried, that they didn’t like to see him tied to his desk late into the night. They thought it was one of his many methods for making himself suffer but he didn’t have the heart to tell them that this was him making a good decision, this was him trying his very best. In his experience, nothing good happened at home.

He thought he remembered everyone leaving, each goodbye. But every day was the same and they all bled together so he must have missed one because he cannot deny the light down below. As he walked down the stairs, confused by the discovery that he was not as alone as he had been imagining, his tired vision focused better. He could make out dark blond curls and a darker sweater hunched over the desk in the middle of the room.

“Reid?” The name came out as a croak, he hadn’t spoken in hours and probably hadn’t had any water in that time period either. He cleared his throat and said it again, louder and closer to the other man than before. Reid’s head snapped up, expression as guilty as a child caught out of bed.

“S-sorry,” he stuttered, eyes wide.

Hotch frowned, not because he was upset but because he was still a little disoriented and his muscles fell back into the most familiar actions.

“I—“ Reid ducked his head and started pushing papers together on his desk, shoving them haphazardly into a file folder. “I was just…” he trailed off, not really having intended on explaining himself. He was simply also startled and reverting to the familiar.

Reid explained compulsively, able to handle the world when parsed down to facts and numbers. He didn’t have a fact for why he had stayed so late, only a feeling and that he didn’t know how to explain. Nights had been particularly lonely recently so he had allowed himself to stay later and later, getting lost in his thoughts at his work desk. Even without people around there was a sense of occupancy, their faint impressions lingering in the air. Plus there was always Hotch up in his office. He didn’t actively think about him or what he was doing but he liked knowing the man was nearby. Hotch’s solid presence always made him feel more secure, less concerned with whatever might jump out at him from the shadows overlapping the world and his mind.

He couldn’t tell Hotch that, was far too embarrassed to admit that sometimes, even with all the lights on, it was too dark in his apartment. No matter the illumination, he couldn’t quite dispel the unease of the night when he was alone. It wasn’t always like this, sometimes he had enough brightness to spare. Recently, however, things had been hard. So much had been going on, he couldn’t quite pinpoint why but he knew he felt uneasy. Too much had changed, there was too much risk that the floor could still fall out beneath him at any moment. And it hadn’t been so long since he’d escaped the consequences of his kidnapping, his addiction, that he trusted himself to be able to manage too much more uncertainty. Backsliding was always a risk and right now the world tilted at a frightening grade. So he let himself stay late in the safety of familiarity, sometimes working but more often not, idly rereading the books he had brought in and forgotten around the office. Tonight he had actually started to doze off, which contributed to his shock upon being discovered.

Hotch continued to frown at him, watching as the thoughts raced across Spencer’s face. He noticed how deep the shadows were beneath his eyes, the way darkness pooled in the space below his cheekbones, as if they were concave impressions filled by seawater. He knew Spencer didn’t eat enough, was all too familiar with the ways too much coffee and not enough calories pinched the skin and exposed the fine lines of capillaries beneath the surface.

“Sorry,” Spencer repeated.

He looked genuinely ashamed and it made Hotch a little sad. Couldn’t Spencer see that he was just as guilty of whatever it was he thought he was doing wrong by being here? He made a conscious effort to soften his expression, to show the warmth he felt for the younger man. After having spent his entire life masking his emotions, protecting himself one of the only ways he could, it wasn’t always easy to show his affection. Especially not at this time of night, when all he could do was cling to his walls and hope to find himself still on solid ground when the sun rose. Spencer wasn’t looking at him, too caught up in his own maze.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” Hotch said, trying a different tactic. He was smart, he knew not to make it a demand or a comment on Spencer’s health. It was only an invitation, firm enough for Spencer to know he meant it, that it was not just a pleasantry or an obligation he’d rather avoid. A hand extended, an offer of easy company to pass through a little more of this unwanted time. Spencer looked up from where his fingers were worrying at the corner of the file in front of him and smiled shyly. Hotch smiled back, a real smile that scrunched up his dark shining eyes.

“Give me five minutes to close up,” he said and turned back toward his office. As he packed his briefcase, his heart felt like it had been wrapped in a soft blanket. He didn’t bother questioning it—who didn’t like finding someone to commiserate with when they’d only expected more of the lonely dark?

*

Their late night meals became a regular occurrence. Not every night but once, maybe twice a week, they found themselves the last ones in the office. They fell into a rhythm, each learning to read more from the other’s subtle cues. They almost always went to the same place, a 24-hour diner near the office with deceptively strong coffee and a seemingly endless variety of pancakes. Hotch rarely ordered food, though he encouraged Reid to get anything he wanted. He accepted bites of whatever the younger man ordered, happy enough to reciprocate the excitement over strawberry rhubarb or cinnamon blueberry pancakes.

They talked about inconsequential things, mostly Hotch listening as Reid spun out information on whatever topic was on his mind that day. Reid, for his part, made mental note of the things Hotch responded to and had opinions on. Spencer sought out more information in that vein to bring up. He loved to talk, sure, but what he loved more was to discuss. During the day there was rarely time to let his thoughts wander so freely. It was a dream to have someone there, following along and challenging him with questions, building up new conclusions.

On the nights that followed difficult days, when they were both too stubborn to order anything of substance, they drank their coffees and avoided looking at each other too directly. Those nights they were both tied up in their own thoughts, islands separated by more than just distance, but there was something undeniably pulling them together. It was probably just the natural consequence of having opposite dominant sides but they mirrored each other perfectly across the table. Once, they both happened to reach for their mugs at the same time and the backs of their hands brushed against each other. They each noticed but responded differently. Hotch repressed any reaction, pretending the quick touch of bony knuckles and cool skin hadn’t registered. Maybe it hadn’t. Reid, on the other hand, jumped as if shocked, sloshing the hot coffee into a puddle on the table. This only flustered him more and he yelped at the sting of the liquid and the sting of embarrassment. It wasn’t like they’d never touched before. But here, in this nowhere time they’d constructed, it felt different. In his mind that brief touch became nails dragging across his skin, impossible to ignore. But he pretended the mug was too hot and Hotch didn’t argue, quick to assist with napkins and sounds of agreement to accompany Spencer’s half-coherent excuses.

When their meals were done, mostly cleaned plates of syrup and crumbs stacked to one side, they hesitated before standing up. Hotch always offered to give Reid a ride home, Reid always declined, insisting he could get there himself. This led to Hotch giving him a doubtful look and insisting that it was no trouble. Reid, secretly wanting a ride the whole time, struggled to argue for his self-sufficiency a little longer before giving in. It became a silly thing, both of them knowing exactly how the argument ended but they held onto it for some reason. It was a part of their ritual now, an important piece of the night. It kept this, whatever this was, contained, strictly occasional, random even. Not something they planned for, not something they looked forward to.

Hotch waited for Spencer to get in the door of his building before driving away. He knew it wasn’t necessary, Spencer was a grown man and a trained FBI agent with a weapon. Still, it made him feel better to see him safely inside. Sometimes he thought he would feel even better if he could walk Spencer all the way to his front door. But he knew that would be asking too much. As it was, the nights when they shared this extra hour or two together, extended further by the drive home, had been giving him more than he could have imagined. He wouldn’t dare impose himself further. The brittle excuse of safety would crumble if he were to start following the other man inside. He was not ready to find out what that would mean. He smiled unconsciously as he drove to his apartment. For now, it was enough that he had found companionship on these late nights when he would otherwise be slowly, meticulously, working his way into the grave.

~Part 2~

[eboyhitoshi]

Ok so hear me out ! (Poly) Shinso and Tamaki where they get hit by a de-aging quirk and their friends or Aizawa brings them to the reader bc they won’t stop crying about missing her ? Hcs or scenario , whichever you want . Just like how the reader would take care of them and stuff . Thank youu ! Feel free to ignore if it’s too much💕

This is adorable I can’t 🥺 god I love them so much

Baby Fever // Tamaki Amajiki & Hitoshi Shinsou

Master List

Warnings: None I think

Rating: Fluff

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader x Amajiki

A disgruntled sigh left your lips, staring at the lock screen of your phone where a picture of Tamaki getting both of his cheeks kissed by you and Hitoshi sat. Not so much as a text or call from either Tamaki or Hitoshi appeared there. Despite you trying to get ahold of them throughout the day, you had nothing from them in response. It had you worried sick. You even stopped by each of their apartments earlier but neither of them were home.

Suddenly the screen of your phone lit up, showing a picture of Mirio and his contact name. You snatched it up, immediately thinking he knew something about Tamaki.

“Uh Hey (y/n)” The familiar sound of your friend’s voice flooded your ear as you held the screen tightly to your face.

“Hey Mirio, have you heard anything from Tamaki?” You got straight to the point, worried about the boy. He let out a shaky laugh.

“That uh- that’s actually what I’m calling about. You see, I’m outside your apartment right now, I don’t think you heard me knock” he commented. You furrowed your eyebrows and went to let him in your apartment. When you opened the door you were met by Mirio standing there looking slightly nervous and what looked like a small version of one of your boyfriends crying slightly while hugging his large calf. “Hey Tamaki, (Y/n)’s here” Mirio said quietly, giving the small boy a pat on his head.

The little boy lifted his head, looking up at you. A small smile came into his face as he sniffled and stepped toward you, holding his arms up. You assumed that meant he wanted you to pick him up, and you were correct. He laid his head on your shoulder as he clung to your side.

“Fatgum brought him to me earlier” Mirio started to explain, stepping into your apartment. “Apparently while fighting some villains earlier he got hit with a quirk that took him back all the to when he was 4 years old. It even took his mind back to being a child. They’re trying to find out as much as they can right now” he explained to the best of his ability. “I don’t know much, but he’s been crying for you for the last hour” he gave you a half smile while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“So basically Tamaki got turned into his four year old self?” You summed up, staring at the small purple haired boy in your arms. Mirio nodded, smiling slightly as his best friend bustled into you. “Have you heard anything about Hitoshi?” You asked concernedly.

“No I haven’t (Y/n), I’m sorry” he shrugged. “Um, Denki probably has or Aizawa maybe” he suggested. You nodded, a small sigh leaving your lips.

“I’ll try and get a hold of them later, thanks Mirio. I’m just worried, but I’m glad I know this little guy’s ok” A relieved smile settled onto your face as you placed a soft kiss on top of the little boy’s head. Tamaki was now dozing off as you held him securely. “Do you wanna stay and hang out for a little while?” You offered gesturing to the living room of your apartment that was just behind you.

“Oh no, I can’t. I have to meet someone for dinner in about an hour and I’ve gotta get ready still. Thank you for the offer though (Y/n)” he smiled politely.

“Of course Mirio, you’re welcome anytime!” You commented happily. “Does this dinner happen to be with a special someone?” You teased, wiggling your eyebrows. A chuckle left his lips as he shook his head.

“Nope, it’s just Neijire” he replied. You frowned slightly but didn’t say anything else about it. “I know you want me in a relationship but you’re just gonna have to wait a little bit on the double dates” he joked.

“Ok, well have fun anyway lame-o” your bright smile came back on your face as you waved him off while he walked down the hall.

After shutting the door you looked at Tamaki who was now completely asleep against you. He looked so cute as a kid. His little pointy ears looked so small now, everything about him was very small. You silently wondered if he’d still have the same temperament as he does now, or if he’d be a little bit more lively because of his young age.

“So, should we find out what happened to Hitoshi?” You asked him, even though he was asleep. You grabbed your phone and sent texts to both Aizawa and Denki, and Aizawa answered almost immediately telling you to call him. “Hey is everything ok?” You asked concernedly, thinking something bad had happened by just how fast he answered you.

“He’s not hurt if that’s what you’re implying” Aizawa’s monotone voice answered. A small sigh of relief escaped your lips. “He is crying though” he commented.

“Was your agency with Fatgum’s earlier?” You asked, to which he confirmed. “So he’s got turned into a toddler too?”

“Yes. I’m guessing Mirio brought Tamaki over?” He assumed and you nodded even though he couldn’t see it.

“Yeah, he told me all he knew about the situation but it wasn’t much” you started. “They got hit with a villain’s quirk that turned them into toddlers, that’s all he knew for sure”

“We researched a little further into the villain, the effect should be gone in a few days. The shortest it ever lasted was for two days, but the average is four” he explained. “Hitoshi has been crying for you for a while. Is there anyway you could come pick him up from my agency? I can’t leave because I’m still technically on patrol”

“Of course, I’ll be there in a few minutes” you replied, happy to be able to have your boys back. “I should probably take them shopping for some clothes just in case, I don’t know how long they’ll be like this” you mumbled to yourself, shimmying around your apartment. Trying to grab things while simultaneously trying to not wake Tamaki up was posing to be very difficult. “Shit do I need car seats? Maybe I should go see Momo really quick” you rambled on even though no one except a sleeping Tamaki was there.

After making your impromptu stop to go see Momo, picking up two car seats and some clothes from her, you finally made it to Erasurehead’s agency. Tamaki has woken up from his nap now and was sleepily rubbing his eyes with the hand that wasn’t holding your own.

“Hey bub, you awake now?” You asked him quietly, leaning against the elevator wall on the way up to Aizawa’s office. Tamaki nodded tiredly, a yawn coming out of his mouth.

“Where are we (y/n)?” He asked quietly, playing with the neckline of your tee shirt. You hopped him up just a little bit on your hip, as he started to slip.

“We’re gonna pick up Hitoshi, and then we’ll go back home” you answered, brushing a little bit of his dark violet hair out of his eyes, tucking some behind his ear. As soon as the elevator doors opened and you stepped out, you felt something run into your calves.

“(Y/n)!” A child’s voice called, sounding relieved. You looked down and saw a small version of Hitoshi squeezing you tightly while staring up at you. There were a few streams of tears falling from his eyes, though there weren’t many. You leaned down and sat Tamaki on his feet, then squatting down to meet their heights.

“Hey ‘Toshi” you smiled as he hugged you tightly. Tamaki stood there quietly and just observed while Hitoshi squeezed the life out of you. You put an arm around him and hugged him back. After he pulled away from you you looked behind him and saw Aizawa standing there.

“I’ll let you know if they figure anything else out about this guy, but for now, you can take them home to get some rest” he stated, giving you a tiny smile and a nod before walking off.

You sighed and looked at the two small boys in front of you before speaking. “Ok boys, let’s go home”

After getting them back to your apartment, fed, and settled in, you sat down with them on the couch to watch a movie. Hopefully, getting them ready for bed too because you hadn’t realized how tiring children actually were. Even though Tamaki and Hitoshi were relatively calm kids, you still had to keep a close eye on them.

Now donning some pajamas, which consisted of a pair of shorts and Tamaki’s hoodie, you sat down between the two boys who were snuggling on the couch. You didn’t break them up to sit between them, more like they scooted away from each other for you to fit between them. You gave them each a small smile as they cuddled into their respective side of you. Tamaki laid his head on your chest, curling up in a ball on your left side. Hitoshi stood up on the couch, almost loosing his balance as his feet wobbled slightly. He put his little hands on your shoulder and leaned his head down a little bit. He brought his face close to yours and puckered his lips expectantly. You giggled lightly and pressed a quick kiss on his lips. Tamaki looked up and watched the whole interaction, and now he stood up on the other side. He puckered his lips too, making you smile and give him a small kiss as well.

“Hey I want another one” Hitoshi stated, turning your head to face him by putting a hand on your opposite cheek. You gave him another kiss, he had a hand on each cheek, pushing in on them slightly to make your lips purse.

“Me too” Tamaki said quietly, tapping his lips with a chubby finger.

“No, she’s mine!” Hitoshi said, pulling your head down toward his chest, away from Tamaki.

“‘Toshi, you have to share” you laughed lightly, pulling his hands off your face to lean over and give Tamaki another kiss. “Ok where do you boys wanna sleep? My bed, the couch, the spare room?” You listed, think of the places where they could sleep.

“With you, obviously” Hitoshi stated, climbing off the couch to stand in front of you. Tamaki nodded in agreement, going to stand next to Hitoshi. You smiled slightly at the sight of Hitoshi giving Tamaki a little confidence as he marched into your bedroom.

You giggled at them before shutting off the tv and following suit. They were already on one half of your bed, under the blankets and cuddling by the time you got in your room. Tamaki was laying on his back and Hitoshi was curled into his side comfortably. You smiled at the sight and crawled into the spot they left for you. You turned the tv on to a Disney movie before rolling on your side, facing them.

“Goodnight boys, I love you both” you gave them each a kiss on the forehead before settling into your pillow.

“Goodnight (Y/n), love you too” Hitoshi yawned, snuggling further into Tamaki as his eyes fell shut.

“Love you (Y/n)” Tamaki said quietly, before drifting off himself.

The next morning the two little boys woke up to you being gone, but a heavenly smell filling the house. Tamaki sat up and rubbed his eyes while Hitoshi just rolled over to try and sleep some more. Quietly, Tamaki snuck out of the room and to the kitchen, the source of the smell. He peeked around a corner to see you bustling around the kitchen, humming the familiar tune of his favorite song. A large stack of fluffy pancakes sat beside you along with a plate of cut up fruit and a bottle of syrup. Tamaki’s eyes lit up and he felt his mouth water slightly. He finally walked around the corner and over to you.

“Are those pancakes for us too?” He asked, tugging on your shorts slightly while pointing to the stack. You smiled down at him and ruffled his hair.

“Of course, I can’t eat all of these by myself” you answered. He smiled and went to climb up into the seats at the counter. You saw that he was struggling a little bit with his once again tiny body, so you walked over to help. You lifted him up and gently sat him down in the seat.

“Thank you” he said quietly, toying with the fork that sat by the plates you’d already set out for them.

“You’re welcome Tama” you replied, going back to finishing up the breakfast you were making. A few moments later, Hitoshi came wandering into the kitchen.

“Woah did you make breakfast?” He asked excitedly, looking at all the food you were sitting in front of them.

“Yeah, I accidentally made a lot because I’m used to you guys’ normal appetites. So eat to your hearts’ content” a smile came to your face as you watched them dig in happily. “So what do you guys wanna do today?” You asked, grabbing two pancakes for yourself along with some fruit.

“Can we go to a playground?” Hitoshi asked, and Tamaki nodded along with a timid smile.

“And maybe to see a movie after?” Tamaki added. You thought for a moment before nodding.

“Ok, we can go to the playground after you guys get ready, maybe we can have a picnic there too” you suggested, watching their faces to see their reactions. They both nodded happily and continued on with their breakfast.

After cleaning up the rest of breakfast, you walked into your bedroom to see Tamaki and Hitoshi trying to dress themselves in the clothes you’d laid out for them. They were each struggling, and it was kind of cute to see, but you also felt bad. Hitoshi was desperately trying to poke his head through the arm hole of his shirt while Tamaki couldn’t seem to get his legs into separate pant legs. You let out a small giggle before helping them. You fixed Tamaki’s pants issue before shifting Hitoshi’s shirt to the side and pulling his head through the correct hole.

Tamaki had on some dark washed jeans and a white tee shirt with an octopus on it. You helped him into a grey zip up hoodie as it was a little bit chillier outside. He looked adorable as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt.

Hitoshi had on a pair of black jeans with a plain black tee shirt, and a purple flannel. He tugged a beanie onto his head, which was kind of big considering how small he now was. You squatted in front of him and fixed the little tufts of violet hair that poked out in front of his hat. They both looked absolutely adorable, you almost couldn’t stand it.

They each had one of your hands as they strolled through the park to the playground. Hitoshi insisted on carrying the picnic basket, and it wasn’t super heavy so you let him. Tamaki held a blanket in his free hand, as he wanted to help you carry everything too.

“Ok boys, you guys can go play while I set everything up” you smiled, squatting down to take everything from them before they ran off toward the play structure. You laid your large blanket down, placing the basket in one corner as you sat to watch them play.

You couldn’t help but think when you looked at them, wondering if one day you’d have kids that looked like them. It brought a warm feeling in your chest at the thought, and at the sight of them getting along amazingly even as kids. Tamaki was a bit less shy than his normal self, but still very reserved, and Hitoshi seemed much more bold than normal. He’d definitely calmed down with age. You figured it was probably a good time for them to eat, seeing as how you’d spent an hour there already.

“Hitoshi! Tamaki! Come eat some lunch guys!” You called to them. They started running over to you happily, babbling on about stories of the games they were playing. Even as they sat down and got their food they still continued with their stories. Of course they were playing heroes, like most kids their age would be.

“Can we stay just a little bit longer (Y/n)?” Tamaki asked when he saw you packing away the leftovers back into your basket.

“I don’t know, I think the theaters are closing soon, so unless you’re ok with just watching a movie at home-“ Hitoshi cut you off, excitedly pulling Tamaki to his feet.

“That’s ok, right Tama?” He asked, turning his head toward the slightly taller boy. Tamaki nodded, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “So we can stay then?” He turned toward you, making you nod.

“Go ahead” you replied, gesturing to the large play structure.

“Come one Tama! We gotta finish our game!” Hitoshi called happily as he started walking toward the play structure, still holding Tamaki’s hand.

“Ok!” Tamaki replied with a small smile, letting Hitoshi drag him along. You smiled and shook your head at the two. God, you loved them so much.

Surprisingly they’d turned back the next morning, and you’d realized this when instead of waking up between two little boys, you woke up sandwiched between two large men. Their clothes didn’t turn with them though, so you got up to grab them each some extras that they kept in your apartment.

“I’m sorry you had to watch us bunny” Tamaki said shyly as you handed his clothes to him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that kitten” Hitoshi added as you handed him his own set of clothing. You shook your head and ruffled both of their hair.

“It’s ok guys, it wasn’t your fault. Besides you were adorable” you stated, letting them get dressed quickly. “The only thing that did was probably give me baby fever” you stated mindlessly, your thoughts from the park coming back into your head.

“Uh” Tamaki blushed furiously as Hitoshi looked at the both of you amusedly.

“Then why are you letting us put on clothes?” He asked, pulling off his shirt that he’d just put on.

“Wait shouldn’t we talk about this?” Tamaki piped up and Hitoshi stopped walking toward you. He turned toward Tamaki and shrugged.

“What exactly would you like to talk about babe?” He asked, making Tamaki blush again.

“Literally everything” he answered, making Hitoshi sigh and put his shirt back on. “Thank you” he mumbled, coming to sit down next to you. “So, baby fever?”

[uwu-shinsou]

hi! congrats on 500! may i please request a drabble for shinsou and tamaki (separately please) for wearing each other’s clothes (romantic please)? i’m almost a foot smaller than them both and i love the idea of wearing their clothes. i will die on the hill that they both smell nice 🥺💙 thank you so much sweet pea!

A/N: Thank you so much love!!💖 This request was super cute, and I am also Short ™️ so I felt this one in my soul lol. I also decided to change this to headcanons bc it’s a bit easier for me to write for multiple characters this way, and I wanted to put out my best work possible! I also wanted to post this yesterday but I was in a weird funky headspace so I decided to wait until today. I’m slowly but surely making my way through the requests lmaoo. And a final note: a few of these points are oriented towards a shorter s/o because it was requested with that in mind, but even if you’re taller these boys 100% still love and cherish getting to see you in their clothes uwu. I hope you enjoy!

500 Event Masterlist

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Shinsou Hitoshi

-Alright we all know that before you even start dating he’s just waiting for the chance to see you in his clothes

-You’re already cute but the thought of seeing you swaddled up in his sweater (and not to mention the sweater paws) ??? He might just pass out

-One day the two of you are walking back from class, later than usual after having stayed to study at the library. It’s fall, the sun has just set, and there’s certainly a nip in the air. In other words, it’s perfect

-The second you start to say that you’re a bit cold he’s shrugging himself out of his sweater and handing it to you 

-”Shinsou are you sure? But won’t you be cold?”

-”Don’t worry I’m fine, I was too warm actually.” Perhaps that wasn’t entirely true but we’ll let it slide

-When you put it on it really is just as he imagined and he can feel his heart beating faster

-Seeing you in his sweatshirt, the hoodie covering your head, the bottom hem falling down to your thighs, the sweater paws!!

-And oh my god, the feeling of wearing it? The soft fabric still warm from his body, the comforting scent of lavender enveloping you

-(I headcanon that Shinsou uses like a lavender scented detergent or fabric softener so he just always smells so good)

-Never taking it off, you live in this sweater now

-And then once you start dating? His closet is basically your closet now, so acquiring shinsou’s clothes is incredibly easy

-first off, while not necessarily messy, his room is definitely not the cleanest. Particularly when it comes to clothing (that isn’t his school uniform or like formal wear that you don’t want wrinkled)

-You’re always snatching his big t-shirts or soft sweaters off his floor, his desk, wherever as you enter or leave the room

-He keeps a spare jacket in his locker and another one in his backpack, both for you in case you’re cold and forgot a jacket for yourself

-He feels incredibly happy whenever you guys go out somewhere and you wear something that clearly belongs to him

-For pajamas you now will only wear one of his shirts and Shinsou can hardly contain himself seeing you wear his clothes to bed, the way it drapes over your body, the sleeves and hem oversized compared to you

-Sometimes your friends tease you about it, but you get to wear his warm, comfy, wonderfully scented clothing so you’re definitely the winner here

Tamaki Amajiki

-Unlike Shinsou he’s never really thought about what it would be like to see someone else in his clothes, and it isn’t something that comes up until after you start dating

-In fact, you’re the one who has to ask him if you can borrow a sweater one day while sitting in his room

-”But can’t you just get one from your room?”

-”Yeah but I’m too lazy to get up and it’s cold.”

-He doesn’t grasp the importance of it as you slip the hoodie on and bundle yourself up

-Until Mirio swings by his room to say that everyone is planning on having a movie night and is wondering if the two of you want to join

-”Ahaha is that Tamaki’s hoodie? It’s huge on you!”

-All Tamaki can think: Oh no it’s weird that I let you borrow it isn’t it? Mirio’s about to say it oh I probably messed up this is embarrassing.

-”It looks pretty cute too! Anyways, if you guys want to join, we’re starting in an hour!”

-As soon as Mirio leaves he realizes that oh, yeah, it is really cute.

-Just the thought leaves him speechless and embarrassed but oh how he wants to see it more.

-When you try to give it back to him that night he manages to tell you to keep it for now, and he knows it was the right thing to say when he sees the big smile you give him

-He’s stunned and embarrassed and oddly pleased when he sees you wearing it the next morning in the common room

-You only keep one sweater of his at a time, and give it back to him and take a new one when it stops smelling like him

-”Can’t you just wash it instead of giving it back?”

-”But then it’ll smell like me and not you!!”

-He gets really embarrassed when his classmates start noticing that you’re wearing his clothing, but when he sees the joy and pride on your face from being wrapped up in something that’s his, his heart skips a beat

-The next time you try to exchange a sweater of his for a new one from him, he manages to convince himself to slip a shirt of his in with it because yes, he definitely gets it now

-When he goes to your room the next day to see you wearing his big t-shirt he practically has to fling himself into the corner from the amount of emotions he’s dealing with

-”Tamaki you don’t have to face the corner when you’re with me.”

-”I just need a second.”

-When he finally looks back at you with his flushed face you decide that you should only wear his clothes from now on

[dnfshield]

okay im posting my first and most important syndicate!dream propaganda !! if people are interested ill def post the rest

and because I'm delusional all of this hinges on that I want dream to actually be upset and brocken 💔🥀 and desperately needing help and not wanting to let anyone help him because connections bad blah blah but I know cc dream doesn't have the range and is also a coward so I have to do everything for him 

its under a read more bc its 1.4k words lmao

I think it takes dream a while to process being out of prison even though he should be taking advantage of his new freedom and new space. he spends a lot of time in his room just laying in his blankets or curled up under his bed or memorizing all the shelves of stuff techno left in the spare room. And philza and techno silently agree to make sure dream is getting socialization - knowing that he desperately needs the connection but is unsure how to go back to being ALLOWED to be around others. So they take turns going to his room at night and just finding literally anything to do in his presence. Phil likes to read the old books techno left in there. And when he sees dream peeking over he'll mutter something about how ""reading it out helps me think"" and will quietly read allowed to dream. Or he'll go sit at the desk with a creaky chair and write letters to the woman he loves, gushing over memories and sharing snippets of stories to dream. Phil sits there with a dopey smile and blushy cheeks and dream sits there letting his words sink in - knowing too late that he should never have convinced himself that pushing everyone he loved would somehow save him. 

Technos more pacey- he likes to go in there and ""reorganize"" the miscellaneous objects he left in what was supposed to be a storage space turned bedroom. Sometimes it's stacks of pages ripped from old journals sometimes it's failed blueprints and plans sometimes it's old potion bottles that definitely got left a little too long and should NOT be opened - but whatever it is techno will grab it and ramble on about what he was thinking what he was planning why it didn't work and scramble to find an excuse as to why he's chosen to hoard whatever the object is rather than throw it away like a normal person. But dream just sits there and listens and asks questions or asks to hold whatever it is - honestly whatever he can do to keep techno from going to bed and leaving him in his room alone. 

Lol okay the actual real important one that started all this is that dream eventually starts outwardly showing signs of distress when alone. At first he reeled when others would try to be around him. He still dealt with the conditioning of never being allowed to have regular visitors and being told everyone he ever knew wanted him dead. But once he realized Phil and techno were not only safe to be around but were happy to be around him he couldn't get enough of them. Dream lingers in the kitchen while philza cooks them all breakfast. He follows techno around while he haphazardly goes through chests looking for a specific enchanting book. He cracks his window so he can hear techno and philza laughing together while they sharpen their weapons on the porch :*) . And on especially bad days where something reminds him of the scorching lava flow or he gets turned around in a space too suffocatingly small he waits up because he knows philza or techno will come and wait with him at night. 

And it's the evening that sam knocks on their door that sends dream into overdrive. The second techno opens the door and philzas eyes fall on Sam's armour Phil places a gentle hand on dreams back and ushers him to his room. Techno stands with his frame in the door physically keeping a barrier in-between sam and their home and eventually gets Sam to begrudgingly leave. But when philza goes to check on dream before bed it's obvious dream sat there listening to techno and Sam yell and threaten each other over his life. So Phil skips whatever ploy to keep dream company that he had planned and just sits on his bed with him. He doesn't even say anything besides the classic "it's alright please don't be scared" and "he's not taking you away from here" and "you're safe here, with us, you're safe with me and techno" and blah blah and with every passing whisper dream just drifts closer and lets philza be there with him and philza let's dream lean against him because he knows how badly dream needs the comfort and he's more than happy to be there for him ( -sobs- can philza become a better dad in canon we could've have had it all ) . God okay and finally the important part all of this had been leading up to 

And after sitting there and letting dream lean on his shoulder and dodging dreams pleas to tell him how techno got sam off their property dream eventually quiets down. Every time dream stirs to break the silence philza squeezes his arm and let's him settle closer. Dream can barely keep his eyes open but when Phil tries to say goodnight and shift to stand up dreams eyes shoot open and asks if Phil's actually going to leave for the night because a million things are running through his mind. What if Sam only left to not cause a scene and plans to return after the others go to bed and take him with no one there to protect him. What if Sam only left to tell everyone where he is and return with a mob filled with the people dream himself made hate him. What if techno made a deal with sam - to return with diamonds or precious items in exchange to step aside and let dream he hauled away. But Phil only smiles softly and tells him that he's just gonna move to a new spot and dream just sits there and watches Phil settle at the headboard. Dreams eyes follow Phil's hand as he pats his stomach to becken dream to come lay down. Like okay guys please hear me out so dream settles with his head on philzas stomach kinda surrounded by Phil's legs like a little nest :-( while Phil just tells dream to relax and get some sleep. Phil's hand is a weight on his back and dreams just kinda melts. And as dream finally let's himself wind down he thanks Phil for being there with him. philza takes in a breath and whispers "of course" and after a silent beat as if saying it out loud would bring him back in time he tells dream "me and wilbur used to do this when he was younger"

And dream just tells him that he's sorry and that if he "could go back and change it he'd give anything, sorry for letting it go so far with wilbur" and philza tells him that he "knows wilbur is sorry too" and he knows how mentally unwell wilbur got and that he "wished he'd checked up after the letters stopped sooner" and dream doesn't want philzas to blame himself there's nothing he could have done to stop what wilbur and dream had started between each other but there's nothing dream could say to make philza understand that. So he just tangles a fist in philzas shirt and hopes a "none of this is your fault" in an exasperated voice will convey that enough. He gives philzas one more thank you for being here and with philzas hand tracing little movements on his back dream finally feels safe enough to drift off. Lol lol lol ooooooo okay

:*) Loool what if techno used to have a weekly routine of weapon care like just keeping them clean and sharpened and polished. but after he rescues dream from his isolation and torment from quackity, technos sitting in the living room and goes to grab his axe and dream starts panicking and immediately goes to apologizing and begging techno to tell him what he did wrong and promises he'll try better next time (even tho he didn't do anything :-( ) and techno does his best to assure him he didn't do anything, that he's doing perfectly fine and even if something came up his first instinct would not in fact be to pull an axe out on him and techno puts his stuff away and they just sit together :-( after philza gets home he and techno talk and agree it would be best they keep the weapons out of site unless it's absolutely necessary.

theyre sitting like this L