#they’re idiots but pls be patient with them

[decoloraa]

Please look at me - Chapter one

Val, a doctor at fort Briggs, is Casther’s best friend. But after an “accident” they both don’t know how to approach each other’s, Val even distanced himself from the soldier. But the fort is small and the North’s cruelty forces the two of them into a situation where they have no choice but to face each other. Will they further grow apart or will they be able to work through their conflict?

[Read on ao3]

Relationships: Casther Wilk/Val Beauxclaire

Tags: sharing a bed, fluff and angst, misunderstandings, friends to ?

Warnings: (vague) descriptions of drowning, internalized homophobia

Chapter one: Warming up

With a loud bang, the cabin's door opened. Forcefully searching his way inside, Casther stepped onto the wooden floor, carrying the doctor's unconscious body over his shoulder. He quickly glanced through the room to see if someone was inside. But his senses didn't pick up any hints of someone else's present.

A proper search would be necessary, but there was no time. He would have to trust his instincts in telling him if they weren't truly alone. Without missing a second Casther closed the door and hurried towards the small bed that was standing in the back of the room.

Carefully he lifted Val off his shoulders, too scared to drop him by accident. The other man felt so fragile, like he could break if Casther wasn't gentle enough. Casther placed his lower body on the sheets, keeping Val's head in place with his left arm.

"Val, hey! Come on buddy, say something!", Casther didn’t have the capacity to hide the terror in his voice.

Patting his pale sheeks with his hands, Casther tried to get an answer from the black haired man, a sign of life. But he stayed silent.

In an effort to control his growing anxiety, Casther exhaled deeply. Closing his eyes he commanded his overbearingly beating heart to calm down. Clutching the shoulders of his friend, he stayed still for a moment.

And then-

"There!" Casther gasped in relief. A heartbeat. It was quiet, but it was there. Within a matter of seconds, Casther jumped into action again.

"I'm sorry, but I need to get you out of these", he apologized and started peeling Val out of his soaking wet clothes.

Removing the heavy clothing was harder than he had anticipated. A thin line of ice had already set on his coat, but Casther knew there wasn't a moment to spare. Val’s blue lips made the urgency clear.

"You can't die on me here, I won’t allow it", Casther heard himself whispering.

His fingers trembled, but not from the cold. He slipped the freezing man under a blanket he found curled up beneath the bed and piled any piece of dry fabric he found onto him.

While rampaging through wardrobe after wardrobe, Casther took a proper look at the cabin for the first time. It was more of a room that offered enough space for a fireplace and a bed. While it didn't necessarily look deserted, everything seemed to be cared for.

It didn't seem like one of the hideouts they had for scouting groups, but Casther had never learned all of their locations. Was this a hunter's hideout? Would they have to expect some company? He couldn't identify anyone's scent being prominent, so they might be safe for now.

As he eagerly dug through a tall wardrobe, he let out a shout of excitement.

"This is a bear's fur!", Casther looked at the thick material.

"Wow, this thing is huge. Must've been one of the brown bears from around here", he concluded. Many times he had heard of their size and power, but luckily he didn't have to meet them face to face during the three years he'd been at the fort.

Casther ran over to Val again and tucked him under the massive blanket. He nodded in success. Small victories still counted. Below all the blankets Val looked so small, fragile. Casther sat by his side for a second and let out a sign of relief as he registered the other man was still breathing.

Some minutes have passed, minutes that felt like a lifetime to Casther. After placing Val under a mountain of blankets, he had noticed a little fireplace. Making fire wasn't his strongest ability but he was glad everyone at Briggs was so keen about learning to light one. Soon a small flame was starting to brighten the room.

Not daring to leave him out of his sight, Casther sat next to Val for a while. His mind wouldn't stop racing.

Again and again the scene played in his head. Val as he walked through the snow a couple of meters ahead. Any efforts of warning him failed and before Casther knew, he could hear the layer of ice cracking under the doctor's feet.

They were lucky that Val hadn't broken into the middle of the lake, so all Casther had to do was reach into the icy water. But the cold winter air was equally cruel as the freezing water and Casther worried about the odds.

Why did Val run off like that? Casther had told him to stay close, why didn't he listen? It was as if the other man wanted..

..to get away from him.

Casther swallowed.

His mind started playing all different kinds of possibilities. Possibilities of what might go wrong, what else he could do. He tried to force his thoughts to calm down.

Inhale, exhale.

Inhale, exhale.

Casther reached under the blankets to grab Val's arm, just to feel his own desperation grow. Cold. Usually he's capable of noticing even the most subtle changes in temperature, but his friend didn't seem to warm up.

What was he supposed to do? Val would know the necessary steps, but on his own he felt helpless. So helpless.

"Fighting is the only thing you're good for. What use do your powers have now? None", he whispered.

While running his hands through his short hair, he closed his eyes. With a groan he covered his face in his palms, elbows resting on his knees. Casther gripped into his own gray strands of hair, his left knee tapping up and down in a fast rhythm. Brooding he looked over to the small fire and then back to the doctor.

Should he-?

His mind wanders to that day. The day he blew it all. Val's shocked face had burned itself into his mind. He looked so hurt, even scared. And it was Casther’s fault.

Casther messed it up, like he always did. He managed to scare away his friend. Ever since that day things had been weird between the two of them. Casther wanted to talk about it, apologize, try to make things right.

But Val kept his distance and refused to even look at him.

"Come on, Casther. You have to do something", Casther whispered.

Once again he checked his temperature. Did it fall? He didn't know. He just didn't know what to do. All he could do was wait and hope and it was eating him up.

Casther startled when he noticed movement in front of him: Val winced, his eyebrows furrowing as his whole body began to shake. He was in pain.

And with that Casther made up his mind. He took a stand and looked down onto his own clothes. He hadn't noticed how wet they were, probably from carrying the soaked man all the way here. With stiff fingers he started to peel out of his jacket. Then slipped out of the heavy boots.

As he was slowly undressing he realized just how cold his limbs had become. Not in a dangerous range since he always found himself being more resistant to the cold (another benefit from being part wolf), but he still started to shiver.

"Well this will get awkward", Casther swallowed nervously.

As he stood there with nothing but his underwear, his lips twisted in embarrassment. He looked at Val.

"Get over it, idiot. You need to stop him from freezing. That's what's important", he whispered to himself.

The gray haired man stepped forward to the bed. By slowly lifting up one piece of fabric after another, he worked his way underneath the thick pile of blankets. He paused for a second and then slipped under the fabric to lay next to his friend.

The bedframe was rather small, so he had to move closer to Val in order to fit onto it. He winced as he touched the other one's cold skin. It was like ice. After a moment of consideration he let out a resigned groan.

"Fuck it.", he cursed as he tried to move Val from his back onto his side.

As they were now facing each other, Casther moved closer.

And pulled Val into a hug.

Casther tried to ignore his skin screaming at the cold skin touching him. Even harder he tried to ignore the heat that was starting to spread in his face from his own awkwardness.

"What are you, fifteen?!" he cursed to himself.

His face felt like it could rival the fire that was cracking in the back of the room. Pouting from his own embarrassment, he tried to think of something else. But all that was coming to his mind was the mental picture of Val falling into the frozen lake.

Shivering Casther tucked Val's head under his chin. Carefully Casther moved his arms into a more comfortable position, which allowed him to pull Val closer to his warm chest.

"I hope this will help", Casther mumbled worriedly. Doubts entered his mind. What if it was too late? Intuitively he pressed Val closer. No. He will pull through. Val is strong, he will make it.

After a while Casther's move seemed to have shown the first signs of success. The bed was starting to warm up and he even dared to believe some blue had left Val's lips.

As the stress faded and a glimpse of hope came, Casther felt himself growing dizzy. He shook his head. He couldn't allow himself to fall asleep. After all, he needed to know once the cabin's owner would return. Even more important: He had to notice Val waking up. The thought of him waking up before Cashter left his face burning in awkwardness.

But then, he was exhausted and the pile of blankets on top of them didn't help with keeping him awake.

And then there was the black haired man tugged in his arms. Val's steady breath felt soothing to Casther and he quickly felt himself being drawn to its rhythm.

In.

And out.

Val's heartbeats echoed through Casther, the rhythm luring him into a sense of calmness. Without noticing Casther buried his face into damp black hair.

Exhale,

Inhale.

With the relaxation Casther's senses began to thrive, having his surroundings to wash over him further. He took in all of the different smells around him. The cabin's rustic wood, the lake's muddy water, the burning wood in the fireplace, the earthy smell of the blankets and..

Lavender.

Lavender mixed with a deep soothing smell he couldn't quite name. Traces of something that was most likely an expensive cologne. And Lavender.

With every breath he took, Casther could feel it washing over his senses. The wood, the smoke, everything wandered into the back of his mind and all that filled it was the subtle smell of Lavender.

But instead of overwhelming him, it grounded him.

Without thinking Casther tightened the embrace. And as he listened to the black haired man's breath, felt his heartbeat and nuzzled into his hair, he could feel himself slipping into a deep rest.

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

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[lovebugism]

Hi! Could I pls request a Steve x shy!reader drabble? Maybe they’re a bit of a bookworm and they have a meet cute at a library or bookstore or something ☺️ I love your fics, and I hope you’re having a good day! 💛

i've been working on this wip for ages but i loved this request too much not to finish! thanks for being patient with me anon!

summary: steve hopeless romantic harrington meets shy!reader at a bookstore and fluffy awkwardness ensues (meet cute, strangers to lovers-ish, fluff, 2.1k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Five hours go by like minutes, tucked away in the back of the library — your own little corner of the world. 

Because all your spare cash went to groceries and good food (and the newest Margaret Atwood novel just dropped), you hide in the back of the bookstore and get lost in the nostalgic earthy scent of the thick pages you’ve been waiting ages to read. 

You sit between the dystopian and gothic fiction aisles, back propped against the former with your knees folded to your chest, and speed-read as much as you can before closing.

The in-store café offers complimentary coffee and bagels. It’s lukewarm and a little cardboard-y, but it’s fuel nonetheless. You only get up once to use the bathroom and stretch your stiff limbs. Other than that very brief break, you’re relatively unbothered — until page 196, anyway.

“Where are the porno mags?” a male voice wonders from a few aisles down. It’s not the first voice you’ve heard all day, but it’s certainly the closest.

A feminine voice follows, nearer now. “There’s no porn, dingus. I was just saying that so you’d drive me here.”

“…That’s so fucked up.��

“You’ll get over it.”

“No, actually. I won’t. This might be the end of our friendship, now that I think about it.”

Their conversation draws closer and closer to you in time with their nearing footsteps. You figure they must be looking for a different section — certainly not the one you’ve had to yourself all day — but then they turn the corner of the aisle and stop short when they find you sitting there.

“Oh,” a pretty girl hums as she stares down at you, rouge mouth forming a softly pouted ‘o’ shape. 

Her hair is a sandy color, like a beach, and it’s chopped at her shoulders. She wears a pair of slacks and suspenders over an oversized button-up. She looks like a character from a book you wish you could write. 

She smiles down at you, a tad bit awkwardly. “Hello…”

“Shit— ” you curse, scrambling to get your legs out of the aisle. Your face burns as you bring your knees back to your chest. “I’m sorry.”

“No worries,” she shrugs and walks on by you. 

A pretty boy follows.

His hair is a really specific shade of brown — like chocolate syrup mixed with honey. It’s pushed back over his forehead, messy with intention. A few strands hang over his thick brows like they’re meant to be there. He’s got a layer of scruff on his chiseled jaw that’s a shade lighter than his actual hair. 

His wide eyes are a similar chocolate-syrup-honey color.

He’s almost annoyingly pretty. The kind of pretty that seems unfair.

“Don’t apologize to her,” the pretty boy jokes with a lopsided smile. “She’s a total bully.”

The pretty girl interjects. “Don’t listen to him. He’s an idiot. And stop bothering her, dingus— she’s obviously trying to read.”

You breathe out an awkward laugh through your nose. 

You don’t want them to think you’re actually annoyed, but you don’t have the words to tell them that. You have no idea what to say to them, actually. They’re obviously far cooler than you are, and the notion almost threatens you.

The pretty boy doesn’t follow his pretty friend. He lets her roam the aisle, obviously in search of something, and leans against the gothic fiction section across from you.

“So, uh… What are you reading?” he asks.

You don’t trust your voice to answer him verbally, lest the words get stuck in your throat and make you sound like Kermit the Frog. You flash him the dystopic, renaissance painting-esque cover with a tightlipped smile.

“Handmaid’s Tale,” he reads with a squint, then nods. “Sounds fun.”

“It’s not,” the pretty girl scoffs. She thumbs through her own copy of the book that she plucked from the shelf. “It’s the one I was telling you about on the way over.”

The pretty boy’s face screws up in disgust. “Oh. The one with gross men?”

“The one with the gross men.”

He turns back to you, looking apologetic. “Sorry, I take it back. Not fun.”

You smile wordlessly in response.

“He’s Steve, by the way,” the pretty girl says to you, nodding to the pretty boy. “I figured if he’s gonna keep weirdly hovering over you, you should probably know his name—”

“I’m not hovering!”

“—You can call him dingus if you want. I’m Robin.”

“Hi,” you greet, quiet and mousy.

“Do you come around here often?” the boy — Steve — wonders, bushy brows pinched and burly arms crossed over his chest. “I feel like I’ve seen you before—”

“Ugh. Stop flirting with her.”

“I’m asking a question!”

You purse your lips to the side in attempts to hide your smile and your gaze back to your book. 

They argue like a married couple. You wonder how long they’ve been together — six months or six years?

“Sorry about him. He’s not usually this annoying,” Robin quips with a playful twinkle in her deep ocean eye. She slams the book closed with a ringed handand walks back towards you. She pushes Steve ahead and away from you in the process. “Alright, I got the goods. Let’s go before they close.”

Your eyes widen as you look down at your wrist. 

Ten minutes until eight o’clock. 

You turn to the book once more and find that you’re about a hundred pages shy from the end of it. You tend to read like a maniac if you’re focused enough, but there’s no way you’re finishing it before closing.

“Shit…”

“You okay?” Steve asks, still lingering at the very end of the aisle, though Robin has already left for check-out.

You rise and straighten out your clothes — the very un-special sweatshirt and baggy jeans duo you’d changed into after work. It’s not unlike the navy blue henley and similarly colored denim he’s got on, but you don’t look nearly as pretty as he does.

“Yeah,” you shrug, not quite meeting his gaze as you return the book that feels like it only fits in your hands. “I just— I didn’t realize how late it was.”

You don’t expect to see Steve looking so concerned when you turn back to him. His brows are furrowed, honey eyes glinting in question. “You’re not getting it? You looked like you were almost done.”

“Oh, I don’t— I can’t…” you stammer then trail off, fidgeting awkwardly ahead of him. 

You don’t want this pretty boy’s first impression of you to be that you’re completely and utterly broke. Even if this is the last you ever see of him, you’ll only be remembered as that one girl from the bookstore who couldn’t buy herself anything. 

“I figured I could just come buy tomorrow and finish it…”

“Oh. Okay. Well, it was… it was nice meeting you, then.”

“You, too,” you murmur with a tightlipped smile, eager to get away from a moment you don’t feel very deserving of. 

Out of every girl this pretty boy could’ve chosen, why did it have to be the one in the very back of the bookstore who was too poor to get anything other than a free coffee and bagel? 

You chuck both in the bin as you head towards the exit.

The sun has almost finished setting when you leave — mostly disappeared over the skyline, but painting the sky a deep lavender shade unique to the twilight hour. You stand at the crosswalk — the man on the speaker shouting “wait!” at your side — as you anticipate the orange hand across the street to turn into a white stick figure.

“I told you she’d still be here,” a familiar voice sounds from a few paces behind you, mostly drowned out by the sounds of passing cars. A louder “hey!” follows. You only think the voice might be calling for you until it comes closer. 

“Hey!” It comes again, louder now.

You look over your shoulder and find Steve from the Bookstore striding towards you. 

Both happy and confused to see him, your wavering smile is paired with a pair of furrowed brows. “Hey…”

“Sorry, you just— you left this.”

When your eyes manage to flit away from his sculpted face — which you just noticed looks eerily similar to Michelangelo’s David — you find that he’s holding a book in his hands. Handmaid’s Tale. The same copy you were reading, dog-eared just like you left it.

Your contorted features never falter. “I didn’t…” you trail off with the shake of your head, laughing softly. “I didn’t buy that.”

“No, I know,” Steve shrugs with a crooked grin. “I did.”

You think he might be implying he bought it for you, but then you realize that’s crazy, because why would he do that for you? That’s the sort of thing that happens to girls in Brontë novels, not to you.

“Youdid?” you echo like an idiot because it’s all you can think to say.

“Yeah. ‘Cause, you know, you looked pretty interested in it and everything…”

“But you didn’t have to… You didn’t have to buy it for me—”

“It’s not a big deal. Seriously. I mean, it’ll save you the extra trip down here tomorrow, right?”

You meet his confident grin with a trembling one. “I can’t take it…”

“Well, if you don’t take it, that means I have to keep it, and—”

“He’s pretty much illiterate,” Robin calls from a little ways behind him.

She’s waiting by a pretty maroon car. It looks like a luxury model of some kind, shiny like it’s fresh off the lot. She leans against it like it’s hers, but Steve’s got the keys in his hand — the one not holding the book he bought for you.

“…I was gonna say I haven’t read anything since junior year of high school, but sure,” he concedes with a shrug. His eyes sparkle down at you— or maybe it’s just the street lamps flickering on. Either way, you feel your stomach whirling. He waves the book at you. “Take it. You’ll actually read it.”

“But…” you trail off, eyes flickering over to Robin. You step closer to Steve and lean in like you’re about to tell him a secret. “Won’t your girlfriend be upset?”

“Girlfriend?” the boy repeats with pinched brows. He goes soft with realization a second later, then starts to laugh. “No. Robin, she’s— No. She’s not really my type.”

“Oh. Shit. Sorry,” you stammer with wide eyes. 

If cool, pretty girls aren’t his type, then there’s no way in hell you are. 

Slightly comforted by his assurances, when he motions the book to you again, you take it. 

“Well, thank you, Steve. That’s… That’s really nice.”

He shrugs again. “’S no big deal. Really.”

“But I feel a little bad,” you confess quietly, peeking at him from beneath your lashes while you fidget with the book in your anxious hands. “I feel like I should give you something in return, or, I don’t know, like—”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Steve assures with the shake of his head. He swipes a hand through the chocolate-honey locks and flashes you a smile that borders on shy. “But if you wanted to go out for coffee or something sometime, then I’d be willing to call it even.”

Your cheeks burn. You don’t know if you’re breathing anymore, or if you even can. A quiet smile quirks at the corner of your mouth as you nod. “Coffee sounds good,” you answer sheepishly.

“Cool,” Steve replies coolly, like he isn’t totally beaming down at you. “Then, just… call me whenever you’re free.”

“Oh, I don’t— I don’t have your number.”

His sneakers scuff against the sidewalk as he walks backwards to his car. He just nods at you, smiling gently as he argues, “Yeah, you do.”

Your brows furrow in confusion — because you most certainly don’t. He was a stranger to you a little more than ten minutes ago. You have no reason to have his number. 

Realization settles over you like pinpricks down your spine, butterflies in your belly. 

You open the front cover of the book and find several numbers written down at the very bottom of the cover page.

Call me when you finish, the note reads in half-legible chicken scratch. I’m not really a book guy, but I could probably hear you talk about them all day.

He signs off with his name, number, and a sloppy smiley face. 

You don’t realize you’re beaming until you already are. 

When you look back up at Steve, you find him standing at the open driver’s side door, already smiling back at you.

[soleilnomoon]

Hiya! Just saw your milestone event and wanted to say congrats!! You really deserve them all and I love reading your works <3 Can’t wait for when you hit more milestones in the future !

Your event is really cute and I love all the options, so if it’s okay, I’d love to make a request! Can I please ask for Kid with either blood root or calla lily (whichever, I can’t choose 😭) at night with themes 9,34,21, and hard and breathless kisses? Thank you, and congrats again for reaching 200+ 🥰 hope i did this right and also might pop a sanji one in later 😭

hiiii!  -`♥´- thank you so much, angel, you’re too sweet. i’m excited to do more in the future, actually i’m thinking of my next one right now since i’m close to 400 surprisingly haha. also thanks for being so patient, i am so so happy you requested this (bc i love kid, i’m an idiot for him). and yes please request as much as you want (especially if it’s sanji i love him), i might even extend the event for a bit longer (i live in florida, summer is eternal here >.>) 

2.9k words, fem reader, a bit of fluff if u squint real hard, some angst bc i love that shit, nsfw, 18+ mdni pls, feat. fun stuff like drinking, cussing, spanking, etc. u know the vibes.

💖☁️ la vie est drôle ☁️💖

starring: eustass “captain” kid x reader.

blood root (fluff) & calla lily (smut) at night, hard & breathless kisses, #9, 34, & 21 (possessive, guilt, & moonlight).

a circular argument breaks out between you, again — useless, heartbreaking, the worst sort of predicament to be in on your last night on the island. the harshness behind his words, the dismissal that followed it, only dug a hole in your heart for anxiety and fear to swarm into. before you can make an even bigger fool of yourself, you get dressed and prepare yourself for a night out alone. a large celebration in the middle of the seemingly quiet town, the streets closed to allow for the tourists and townspeople alike to have their fun. 

music thumps heavily, colorful watered down drinks are sold — promises of a night to remember with each purchase, the scam only successful because of the party-atmosphere. the pub is even rowdier, full of sweaty bodies, pirates and vagabonds alike, the bar swarming with patrons, and there you are, on top of the counter, hips swaying as you dance to the music. the bartender watches, half-amused, half mesmerized by the shape of your legs, the way your dress rides up your thighs, the way you don’t seem to have a care in the world, even as you amass an audience — which, works for the owner of the pub, they’re coming to drink their sorrows and spend money anyway.

when the song changes, you’re handed a shot of vodka, which you down quickly, licking your lips with a carefree smile — one that hides the melancholy you actually feel — and giggle when the cute bartender takes the empty glass from you, his long fingers brushing against yours accidentally, making your skin flush enough that you step to another part of the counter to hide the reaction. unbeknownst to you, part of your crew enters the pub too. they see how loud the patrons are and assume there’s quality alcohol being sold.

he spots you right away — he always can, no matter how many people are around, eustass kid will always find you in a crowd. it’s only easier tonight because you’re putting on a show and because you’re in a dress he hasn’t seen before, in a fabric that clings to your skin, in a pair of heels that you bought because he liked how they looked on you. orange eyes narrowed sharply, kid feels killer tense beside him before he tells kid to relax and not react just yet. easier said than done; the betrayal cuts too deep, and his anger has yet to subside from the argument he had with you earlier.

it’s his fault, really; but he won’t admit to that.

you feel his gaze and figure it’s the alcohol, but when you look up, when your eyes meet his, a panic flits around inside of you, turning your insides to mush, making your knees a little weak. you haven’t done anything wrong, not to your knowledge, but he’s looking at you as if you’ve offended him in the worst way possible.

for some reason, this pisses you off; and you motion for the bartender to get you another shot. 

the exchange is a little more amorous than he’d like, so kid, despite his crew mates trying desperately to hold him back, marches towards the bar, a dark aura cloaking him, making the crowd scatter within seconds. 

you’re in the middle of your drink when he reaches you, a frown on his lips, his anger palpable as he attempts to gather his thoughts.

“we’re leaving,” he says after a moment. you stare at him, wide-eyed, in disbelief and shake your head.

“no, i’m staying here. i’m having fun, actually.”

it’s not true; you’re quite miserable. you thought a night out alone would be fun, that you’d flirt, maybe have someone buy you drinks, and then you could make kid jealous somehow. but it backfired. now kid is here, ruining any chance of you having that moment.

“you’re ruining my vibe,” you say hastily, making a shooing motion with your hand, one that sets him off completely.

voice low, full of dark intent, kid says, “i don’t give a fuck, we’re leaving.” and, without waiting for you to say anything else, kid, with his monstrous height and strength, wraps an arm around you and plops you onto his shoulder, giving the bartender a look that keeps him from asking kid any questions.

he intended to just have some drinks and find a way to make things right with you, but then he saw how happy you seemed, and how you didn’t even consider how he felt after you left — nevermind that he never makes it easy for you to understand anything he’s thinking anyway. your crew mates don’t bother following, knowing that kid’s anger is not to be trifled with, especially when he’s on the verge of lashing out at anyone.

you try to wiggle your way out of his grasp, but his arm holds you secure against him, your fists beating against his back in the hopes that you hit him hard enough to loosen his grip. it doesn’t work. if anything, your hits aren’t even strong enough to make him blink, let alone stop him. so you opt to use your words instead.

“what is wrong with you? you have no right to boss me around whenever you feel like it.” it’s futile, you know this; kid isn’t in the right state of mind to listen to reason, but neither are you. instead, he grunts before letting out an incredulous laugh.

“unbelievable,” he says mostly to himself, his long strides taking you away from the town, away from all the partying, and back to the ship. it’s mostly empty, save for a few people milling about, but that doesn’t stop him from walking around with you like that. you attempt to garner sympathy from your crew mates but they act as if they don’t see what’s going on; you make a face, pout, thrash about again, making it a bit difficult for him to carry you properly. so he does what makes the most sense, he slaps your ass hard.

you actually stop, momentarily stunned that he’d do that in public — although, are you really surprised at this point — a deep flush taking over your face, creeping down to your chest, thighs clenching together as the sting wears off. “oh, fuck you,” you say loud enough for him to hear, so he slaps your ass again. the shrill yelp you let out is music to his ears, and no matter what you say, he’ll always know that you’re into this more than you care to admit.

but because he knows you so well, he has to pry the answer out of you with a bit more patience. and he will, in time.

the anger you feel is mostly towards yourself. it was foolish of you to think you’d be able to get away with something like this. kid is much more perceptive than people give him credit, he sees through your lies with ease, doesn’t even bother calling you out because eventually you offer the truth to him without much provocation. he likes that it’s hard for you to lie to him, he likes that you constantly go head-to-head with him too; you’re the only one he’ll allow to mouth off without inciting his true anger. it’s a problem, actually. he doesn’t like how much power you hold over him, even if you don’t know that you do.

but, what he really likes, is how reactive you are; how you can’t seem to hide your attraction to him, no matter where you both are, no matter who is around. so when he slaps your ass again, for the third time that night, something just snaps — your restraint, your self-preservation? who knows. a terrible ache crawls through you, desperate for a bit of relief, if you rub your thighs together one more time, he might be on to you — and you can’t have that, can you? still, it’s hard; so very, very hard, to keep up the charade. 

you’re angry at how much you like the way he handles you, angry at how you want him to keep being rough with you, angry at how easily he can command all of your focus without even trying. eustass kid is the worst person alive and you’re hopelessly in love with him. and that, that is a problem for you. mostly because you know he isn’t a terrible person at all, that his reputation — and a lot of the rumors do, in fact, have merit — makes  him out to be worse than he actually is, that he’s come quite a long way over the years. 

and it angers you that you’re not even really mad at him, you’re just mad at how dismissive he was, at how he didn’t bother chasing after you, at how he will never just sit down and talk before reacting. you know all of this, and still you allow him to take you to his room without much fuss, despite the act you put on earlier.

his bed is massive — you prefer it to your own — it has to be to accommodate his large frame, and softer than most might think. you bite down on your lip when you feel his hand caress your ass a little gently, the tenderness surprising you, before he tosses you onto the mattress like the rag doll you are.

“the fuck is your problem?” he asks, breaking whatever trance you were in completely. his eyes are wild — annoyance, anger, but mostly arousal hiding behind them.

“i should be asking you the same damn thing, kid,” you reach over and toss his pillow at him, he sidesteps the attack, dodging with ease before climbing onto the bed. “first of all,” you say, voice a little shaky, throat drying as he hovers over you, “i don’t like you.” the lie isn’t a good one, and he ignores it for the sake of crowding your space even more. 

“is that so?” he doesn’t believe you — the smirk on his face is evidence enough. “prove it.”

you swallow hard, ignoring the flutter in your chest, ignore that want that grows deep in your abdomen, ignore how desperately you want to kiss him right now.

“secondly,” you say, pointedly ignoring his taunt, “get off me, i’m mad at you.” you don’t actually want him to move, but you did want to tell him that. “you’re such a fucking asshole, you know that?” eyes burning, you give him a look, one that actually makes him feel a bit of guilt. 

“you’re right, i am,” he admits, a little quieter than you expect him to. your gaze softens, your anger subsiding, a sigh coasting lazily in your mouth, eager to escape. “but,” he tugs your dress upwards, bunching it around your waist, baring the bottom half of your body to him, “no panties tonight?” he pushes your legs apart with ease, almost as if you were getting ready to spread them yourself. “you planned on seducing me, huh.” 

you don’t need to admit to it, he already knows the truth. you want to hide under his pillows, so he won’t see the wanton way you crave his touch, his rough words, his mouth. he runs his finger along the folds of your pussy, swiping some of your wetness and licking it off right after.

any attempt you make at closing your legs fails miserably.

“oh, fuck no, you’re not running away again.” because that’s exactly what you did earlier; the argument got to be a little too heated, and normally he can find a way back to your good side, but he was a little meaner than normal, and, well — he wouldn’t be him if he wasn’t like that, would he?

still, you don’t want him to see how much you want him; especially after you made such a big show of going out on your own tonight. he doesn’t bother taking your heels off, but does peel the remainder of your clothes off quickly. you lean up, fingers sinking into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer, and kiss him deeply, tongue slipping into his mouth, melting away all of your worries and anger.

kid loses himself in you, only pulling away to rid himself of his clothes as quickly as he can — with your assistance, of course. the feel of his skin against yours, the way his mouth brutalizes yours with each kiss, carving himself deeper into your heart, making things impossible for you. but you don’t care, you really, truly don’t. because right now, all you care about is letting him consume you entirely. and he does. without remorse, without hesitation; eustass kid is anything but shy when it comes to taking what he wants, and he knows he should be gentler, knows he should probably give you time to catch your breath, but he can’t stop kissing you.

the room is dark, save for the bit of moonlight that filters through the large window, illuminating your bodies, bringing the various shadows around kid’s room to life. you’re too busy touching him to care about it; too busy running your soft hands along his firm stomach; too busy reacquainting yourself with his abs, fingers ghosting along the hard ridges, getting lost in the feel of his skin. a heat passes between you, his mouth capturing yours in between his belated apologies, his tongue commandeering your mouth, bringing a dizzying intensity that you can’t escape from. when you pull apart, you’re gasping, lips swollen, body trembling with need.

he looks at you, the harshness in his eyes is long gone, replaced instead by a tenderness that he only lets you see when you’ve managed to break through every single wall of his. when he’s like this you can’t help but fall for him more, can’t help the way your hand caresses his cheek, can’t help the soft way you call his name, which only ignites a newfound desire inside of him. he presses a surprisingly gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth, peppers kisses down the length of your throat, tongue exploring the roundness of your breasts, teeth leaving playful bite marks that take your breath away, goosebumps rippling along your skin from the stimulation.

your whining doesn’t deter him, especially when he makes his slow descent, tongue tracing a devastating path down your navel, until he reaches his goal. you suck in a breath the moment his mouth touches your cunt, his tongue running flat against your folds, drawing out a startled cry that you didn’t mean to release. kid smiles to himself, triumphant, and sets to work, eating your pussy like a man starved. no drink or dish could ever compare to the taste of you. his fingers spread you apart, his tongue dipping inside of your tight hole, your hips rolling forward, hands gripping the sheets so tight that you might rip them off the mattress at this rate.

he hums against you, picking up the pace as he swaps his tongue for his fingers, instead choosing to suck on your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue against it and treating it like a hard piece of candy. one that he can’t give up no matter what. your moans echo around him, an hypnotic melody that encourages him to keep antagonizing your pussy in the only way he knows how.

when he comes up for a bit of air, he licks his lips, making you shiver as you watch. “you’re so pretty like this,” he plunges his fingers in and out of you, making you buck your hips against his hand, a silent scream practically strangling you. “you keep looking at me like that.” you want to ask him how exactly you’re looking at him, but you don’t; you can’t. kid has successfully stolen all of your snarky comments, your words, your fight. “that’s what i fucking thought.” you want to slap him but instead you settle for moaning his name again — it’s all you know for the time being, and when he sucks on your clit again, an explosive warmth brings forward an intense orgasm that has you yanking on his hair with your fingers, mouth stuttering as you tell him enough, enough, enough. you’re entirely too sensitive, but he doesn’t let up. 

kid keeps at it until he wrenches another orgasm out of you, and you now know that this is part of his punishment for earlier. you take it, though, take the way he slides his fingers out of you, the slickness of your arousal dripping down his hand, onto your thighs. he laps it all up, though, making you shudder with each swipe of his tongue. before long, he’s kissing you again, slower, deeper, tongue thrusting into your mouth so you can taste yourself properly. if you weren’t so taken with him, you’d be mad all over again; but instead, you allow yourself to get lost in his recklessness, legs wrapping around him as he settles between your legs, cock driving into your pussy at last, his strokes slow, but brutal. he might not last at this rate, but he doesn’t care; he likes the way your pussy clamps down around him, as if would rather do anything else but let go of him. he kisses you until you feel lightheaded, and then kisses you again. 

if every argument ends this way, you might not survive; but life is way too short to care about things like that, so you don’t worry about it, yet; preferring, instead, to remain rooted in the moment, wanting only to think about how nice it feels to have him hold you like this.

🌙 credit to leafsea for the cute crescent moon divider 🌙

[deadqueernoldor]

End of Year Fic Recs!

I got tagged by @camille-lachenille for this, and boy I havent had time to read fic in a hot minute but this was literally the perfect opportunity to go through my ao3 and tumblr bookmarks again! Also I feel really bad that I couldnt get 5 for the first 3 categories, so pls dont take it personal if I forgot. My tagging system is a mess and idk if it works but if you want more tumblr writing recs go into the "writing that has me foaming out the mouth like a rabid dog" tag I have at the top of my account.! There's so many good drabbles and ficlets i couldnt possibly name them all! Also i likely could have tagged other author's tumblr accs but i didn't feel like looking bc I'm exhausted. I love these all sm

Also I cheated with the self rec bc one is from 2022 but I didnt want to rec only my OC lol

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Beneath a Boundless Sky by @runawaymun — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Elrond’s two new wards both struggle to feel at home in Rivendell. The wounds from their slavery in King Frumgar’s court are still fresh, and the scars are deep -- and they’re not the only ones. Maglor is home at last, but each day he lives he is haunted by guilt and grief. Elrond is nothing if not patient, and he is certain that given enough time in Rivendell, all three will heal.

I am always frothing at the mouth at OCs and world building and this work *and the prev work/part 1 of the series* is SO good

dare you see a soul at the white heat? by millyfaraway — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Lómion is reembodied, but struggles to cope. His uncles try to help.

BABY BOY GETS FAMILY THERAPY ABBY BOY SLOWLY GETS CONFIDENCE AND PUPPY LOVE SOBBIG ITS WHAT HE DESERVES anyway go read

The Last Heir of Fëanor - Part Two by Astrance — 87k — Rating (T)

Summary: This is the second part of the tale of the surviving child of Celebrimbor of Eregion and how she fared through the Ages of the world. From the Fall of Ost-in-Edhil to Imladris and the vastness of Second Age Eriador, the fight against Sauron seems never ending. Plans have been set in motion across the Misty Mountains, but, in Lindon, many tasks await.

Have I mentioned how much I love OCs? This is literally one of the best OCs I've read, flaws and all, and the way the whole thing is written is chefs kiss. Cant decide if I'm sweating from the amount of sobbing I've done with this work *and the previous/first part* or because of the delicious angst.

and rain will make the flowers grow by @swanmaids — 800 — Rating (G)

Summary: Glorfindel and Idril; on the Helcaraxë, in Nevrast, in Gondolin.

THEM. THEM. THEM. That's all I have to say. bUT THEM!

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

your veins are empty of dust by @echo-bleu — 1.7k — Rating (G)

Summary: Anairë finds her late one day in her workshop, surrounded by slabs of stone larger than her. Nerdanel is hammering forcefully at one of them, the barest hints of an elven shape already taking form in the marble. Bitter, stinging tears run down her cheeks and into her collar, and her arms ache with exhaustion.

The body is only barely sketched, but the face is already chiselled, smooth curves and angular cheekbones.

Fëanáro emerges out of the marble, looking like he’s about to take life.

(Across the sea, her sons lead a funeral.)

Frothing. Gnawing. I love the writing. The angst. Fucking mourning. Gimme all and then hurt me some more.

Babysitting #01 by @lordgrimwing — more chaps likely, atm oneshot

Excerpt: "She brought her children."

"Who did?”

"That Elwing woman, the pro bono case Celegorm talked me into."

Modern!scenario fix with Exhausted!lawyer!maedhros. He's tired and that's very sexy of him. Maglor is secy. They all are. Idiots. But very sexy. Elrond and Elros best boys. No argument.

Dreams of Doom by @camille-lachenille — 3.8k — Rating (M)

Summary: “She runs in the dark, alone. Where her feet carry her, she knows not, and her heart is heavy with dread. Someone - something - is watching her.”

Niënor from the moment she arrives in Brethil to her death.

THE ANGST THE LOVE THE TENDERNES THE FORESHADOWING I AM BITING THIS BC I CANT FIND GLASS TO CHEW.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies.)

Those Peaceful Hours by SpaceWall — 3.9k — Rating (T)

Summary: At the end of the Third Age, faced with her impending return to the home she left before the sun, Galadriel seeks out the one person who will understand her fears and grief.

It's so well written and the premise as a whole is so great!. Compelling and Galadriel characterisation is just so very sexy to me.

Their oath will drive them, and yet betray them by musing_and_writing — 2.2k — Rating (G)

Summary: Elrond had hours to spare, and if Maglor wished to spend the short time they had together reminiscing, he would not blame him for it. As Maglor began singing, Elrond settled himself across the clearing in his own bed of autumn flowers. Maglor’s voice resounded in the clearing, clear and powerful, just as it had upon his fortress’s ramparts as he pushed back Morgoth’s forces with a Song, just as Elrond assumed it must have echoed before the poisoning of the Trees in his family’s halls as Feanor crafted his cursed jewels.

Hehehehehe cryptid mf with a heart I love it the angst the tenderness it's just so *holds gently* while also *bodychecks maglor*

Double The Baggins, Twice The Took by fogisbeautiful — 138.5k — Rating (T)

Summary: The Baggins twins, Briallen and Bilbo, have spent their whole lives taking care of each other. So when the world outside makes an (uninvited) appearance, only one thing is certain. Not for wizard or king or mountain or dragon will the two of them part. Not if they have one word to say about it.

And besides, as Gandalf points out: It never hurts to have a spare burglar on hand.

I'm a sucker for Thorin x hobbit, and you give me a fic with bilbo's sister who's so lovely characterized? I'll kiss you sloppy style

The One With All The Birds by clothonono — 46.5k — Rating (G)

Summary: Would it never end? Would there always be one more mother standing on the shore, looking out to sea, full of a grief made more terrible by hope?

Elwing and Nerdanel in Valinor in the Fourth Age; a story about children coming home.

I think swanmaids recc'd this to me once upon the time when it hadn't been finished and I want to kiss their forehead for it. It's so good! Go read bc I lick my screen every time I re-read it.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Bitter end — 6.4k — Rating (T)

Summary: Maglor has one brother left.

Both have one more fight in them.

The ghost you dress up as (knows how to haunt) — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Maedhros was not the first Finwëan to be captured and taken to Angband, nor did he remain there the longest. Ranyatinwë, twin of Caranthir, was the first.

She escapes.

(Series) Old Maggie Took — 7 works — 402k — all Rating (G)

Summary: The headcanon about Maglor, second son of Fëanor, lives hidden in the Shire? Yes.

[bwoahtastic]

Lewis seeing that Max is really nervous about mating after their wedding ceremony. Even though he tries to be as stoic as possible he can see the tremor in Max’s hands. He doesn’t realise that Max knows very little about mating. He just knows that Lewis’ alpha instincts will take over and that he needs to submit. Lewis hates the Verstappen name but he can’t be cruel to the young omega and he tries to be as gentle as possible, talking Max through everything that’s happening and what he’s doing. They’re both very aware that they’re doing it for their kingdoms so it’s still quite awkward. But Lewis can’t help the possessive feeling whenever Max gasps or whimpers in pleasure. Lewis letting a very knot drunk Max rest on his chest and telling him he’s going to bite now and Max should do the same. Max baring his neck and in his knot drunk haze and lets out the sweetest little whimpers as Lewis bites. But Lewis can’t convince the omega to bite him back. Lewis thinking that Max is acting out of defiance and that’s why he’s not biting. That it’s his way of saying that he’s never love Lewis and that it’s truly only a marriage for alliance. Lewis being really hurt by this. Lewis having had some hope that they’d be able to be friends are the bare minimum but he takes Max not biting him as a rejection..

Oh pls! Max being so anxious and Lewis can see him tremble and takes pity on him. He hates the Verstappen name but Max is not his father, is still so wide eyed snd innocent and barely of age. Lewis being nice to him, guiding Max through the party first and trying to be patient at how skittish and scared Max is. Then he retires to his chambers and Max is there in just a thin night gown,tucked under the covers and ready for the wedding night. Lewis knows he is nervous and that Max is a virgin so ge patiently guides Max, telling him what is happening, and taking things slow.

Lewis is relieved when Max finally seems to stop thinking about how it's just his duty, letting his instincts take over and moaning softly as Lewis fucks him slowly. Lewis is a bit confused Max doesn't want to be kissed but thinks Max's traditions are just different. But ehen Max won't give Lewis his bite, Lewis takes offence more, thinking Max wants him yo know he will never be happy in this marriage or try to love Lewis, which pushes them apart more.

Pls its just two royally emotionally constipated idiots who need each other!

[scr3ww]

A delusional bakugo X gn reader

basically bakugo being extremely delusional from you<3

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Bakugos POV

I sit in my chair waiting patiently. What the hell is talking them so long? Maybe there looking around for me or asking about me? Either way they need to hurry the fuck up. I get interrupted from my thoughts, as dunce face and shitty hair walked up to my desk. “Whatcha thinking about bakubro”. Shitty hair says with a toothy grin. As dunce face stares at me the same way.

“None of your damn business!” I say back

These idiots are more annoying than usual. “Relax kachan we were just asking “ dunce face says with a stupid smile. Before I could retort from the corner of my eye. I see them walk in. I snap my neck as fast as I could. They looked beautiful. They must have been looking this good for me. Dunce face and shitty hair began to walk away. As they start walking up to my desk, my heart starts pounding in my chest. “Good morning Katsu” they say with a slight smirk. Fuck they’re so hot. “Tch yea yea yea good morning dumbass” I say snickering.

“What’s wrong Katsu woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?”they say teasingly. They definitely want to be mine. “Shut the fuck up dumbass” I roll my eyes. Dunce face then comes up and puts his arm around them. “Hey Y/n wanna hangout later and play videogames?” Tch the fuck does dunce face think he’s doing. “Uh no thanks Denki maybe next time I have to study”. They say side smiling sheepishly. “Aww man how about tomorrow?” Dunce face says being persistent. “I don’t know I’ll have to check and see if I can”. The dumbass says pulling dunce faces arm of them. That’s what the fuck I thought. Y/n is my bitch. The bell rang meaning that class started.

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The bell rang meaning that schools over. I get up and start packing up my shit to leave. When I was done I left the classroom and began walking to the dorms. Until the dumbass came up. “Heyy katsuuu”the idiot says smiling up at me. They are definitely mine and mines only. “What is it now dumbass” I say glaring down at them. “Nothing I just wanted to hangout” they say now walking beside me. Fucking simp. “Tch dumbass I thought you had to study” I say side eyeing them. “Oh right I lied.” They say now looking away smiling. My bitch. My bitch. My bitch!. “Tch whatever sure”. I say rolling my eyes. “Just hurry up dumbass!”. I say annoyed. “Okay okay Katsu”. They said picking up they’re walking pace. Jesus fuck they are so cute. “Hey Katsu it’s rude to stare you know”they say blushing a bit. “Oh fuck you dumbass I wasn’t fucking staring”. I say looking away with a tint of red on my face. “I love you to Katsu I love you to”. They say now grinning. “TAG YOUR IT KATSU” they say as they start running. “ OI DUMBASS WAIT UP YOU DIPSHIT”. I yell and I chase after them.

Tch the moral of the story is the idiot is mine whether they like it or not.

(No hate pls !! This is my first fanfic!!)

[morifinwes]

wangxian fic rec list!

aka in which i read fics, write some recs down for aamna and share them!! they're all wangxian fics and uhh @yibobibo i hope you'll like them!!

modern

wolf devours playboy bunny by @greenteafiend (5K, werewolf!lwj, getting together, idk if anyone needs to know that but there's nudity just not uhh explicit)

Lan Zhan has wanted Wei Ying as long as he has known him, and the worst part is that he thinks Wei Ying could want him back.

Too bad he could never in good conscience let himself go there—Wei Ying has a debilitating fear of all things canine, and once a month, Lan Zhan is the exact, precise thing that Wei Ying’s nightmares are made of.

Aka, Lan Zhan is a werewolf.

between the lines by @jywait (19K gaming au!!!, i'm always down for a good gaming au, lwj is the best aksks he's such a good boy)

☆yilingpatriarch☆: pls...give me some face, help me fight these monsters...I'm gonna die

Bluetooth: no.

"You have died." The screen said, and Wei Wuxian threw his hands up in frustration.

resonant frequencies by chinxe (15K, college au, fake dating au, tw mention of cheating but it's brief and no one was cheated on i promise)

In which Wei Wuxian decides that the best way to deal with being in love with Lan Wangji is to pretend to date him for three weeks.

It goes about as well as can be expected.

drift compatible by windoworwhatever (5K, poetry, fluff, drunkji, getting together, college au)

"It was just a fact of life. The sky was blue, university stipends for graduate students working in TA positions barely covered rent, bisexuals cuffed their jeans, Lan Wangji had a massive crush on Wei Wuxian, and spent his time pining and writing research papers about gay subtexts in ancient poetry."

OR

Lan Wangji is in love with Wei Wuxian, and everybody knows, except Wei Wuxian.

the bunny next door by detailsinthefabric (43K, this is mostly fluff and very light angst, and they were neighbors!!!, rabbits!!, aka wangxian's bunny children, this is... so cute i just have to rec it)

Lan Wangji did not know what he was doing. He did not know what he was going to say. He was frozen in place, puzzling over the situation. Maybe he had made the man uncomfortable, which is why he wanted to leave? But his tone had still been so friendly—maybe…

“Would…” he paused, swallowed, forced the last words to come out of his suddenly parched mouth, “would you let me pet him?”

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Lan Wangji, who doesn't know how to socialize and whose icy demeanor scares everyone away, lets down all his defenses when he meets the bunny next door...oh, and also its owner, Wei Wuxian.

leading tone by silencemostofall (32K, everyone is a music student? or something like that akskk, curse fic, tw panic attacks, tw child abuse, small scene of drunkji, wwx has low self esteem, bro this was so painful to read)

The first time you touch someone you're fated to love, you leave a mark on their skin. If they will love you in return, they'll mark you where you touched them. The deeper the color, the deeper the connection.

Wei Ying has no marks at all.

public places, private thoughts by leahelisabeth (for the love of camelot) ( 8K, cherry magic au, getting together with like... immediate upgrade to fiance status, the author is wrong i crave good wangxian cherry magic aus even tho i haven't even watched cherry magic)

Wei Wuxian had heard the story of course. It had made its rounds through his high school and followed him into his college days. He didn’t think there was any possibility it was true. Virginity was a social construct, invented by creepy old men to exercise dominance over women. The idea that a simple lack of sexual activity before the age of thirty could give one magical powers was absolutely ludicrous.

Wei Wuxian believed this until the morning of his thirtieth birthday.

AKA the Wangxian Cherry Magic AU that absolutely nobody asked for.

i'd be all right (if i could see you) by @thirtysixsavefiles (16K, this was nice, i read this at 6am but it was cute, (while writing this post i must admit i don't remember anything but 6am-me said it's good))

The younger Lan brother is something of an enigma on campus; while Lan Xichen can sometimes be seen in the company of other graduate students or conducting a seminar, Lan Wangji appears to spend all his time in class or in the library. He doesn’t drink. He doesn’t smoke. He doesn’t attend social events. He doesn’t do anything for fun, as far as Wei Wuxian can tell, and it’s driving Wei Wuxian just a little bit up the wall.

Or, Wei Wuxian convinces Lan Wangji to come to a house party, and then they're assigned to the same group project. Wei Wuxian tries his best, but he is not in possession of all the facts.

axe on leg by itszero (4K, i still don't get why wwx did that but it was nice seeing him jealous for once, jealous!wwx, lwj i love you....)

Wei Wuxian pressed his face into his pillow and screamed. He paused to take a few deep breaths, partially hindered by the pillow, and listened to the sounds of Nie Huaisang slurping his iced coffee, from his seat on Wei Wuxian's desk chair.

Having caught his breath, he resumed his screaming and did not stop at the sound of his dorm room door opening.

"What's wrong with him?" He heard his brother, Jiang Cheng, ask.

The slurping stopped. "He's an idiot."

"He's always been an idiot. Why is he bothered about it now?"

"He forced Lan Wangji to go on a date," Nie Huaisang replied, shaking the ice cubes in his drink.

"Okay and…?"

"With someone else." The slurping resumed.

Wei Wuxian, in all his glorious dumbassery, convinces his boyfriend to go on a date with someone else.

these two most powerful by @stiltonbasket (4K, amnesia, wangxian with children!!!, aksksk this was adorable, dadji!!)

When Lan Wangji went to bed last night, he was alone in a tiny guest room with nothing but the howling of the wind in the mountains and his own lonely thoughts for company.

 

But when he opened his eyes in the morning, Wei Ying was asleep beside him.

 

(In which Lan Wangji loses twenty years' worth of memories after a night-hunt gone wrong, and his life as a doting father and husband continues without a hitch somehow.)

good things come to those who wait [but i ain't in a patient phase] by @cerlunas (4K, getting together, pining lwj)

Lan Wangji can't take it anymore.

 

“I love you”, he says, and god, it feels terrifying. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

“Lan Zhan…” Wei Wuxian starts, but Lan Wangji doesn’t want to hear it.

He grabs his cup and drinks everything. He doesn’t know what face Wei Wuxian is making at him right now, and it’s okay. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian repeats louder, but it’s too late. He is already falling asleep.

Or, even after 13 years, Lan Wangji is still in love with his best friend. Maybe it's time to open up.

wei ying, will you marry m- oh my god he swallowed the ring! by selene210 (2K, marriage proposals, crack, marriage proposals but.. they go wrong)

“A ring?”

And indeed it was. The ring Lan Wangji was going to propose to Wei Ying with. That the man had now choked on.

“You swallowed it.”

“It was in my soufflé! Why did you put a ring in my soufflé Lan Zhan- oh. oh”

of glittery valentine's cards by @soft-fics (3K, valentine's day, this was adorable aksk, a-yuan best boy!!)

Lan Zhan didn't want to know what his best friend had planned for Valentine's Day; his heart would simply not be able to handle it. When his son tells him that he made Wei Ying a Valentine's Day card, though, Lan Zhan decided to bring it over anyway.

of coffee and white tea by @soft-fics (9K, fluff, lwj doesn't like coffee, wwx buys him coffee, then they switch drinks, again and again and again, the staff ships it lmao, tbh jc shouldn't have done that like wtf)

For the fourth time this week a stranger orders him a cup of coffee. Lan Wangji wonders how exactly to tell this man to stop ordering him coffee he doesn't even like. Turns out, buying the other white tea and switching drinks is not the best way to go about it

canon setting

on the importance of restraint (or lack thereof) by nixthothou (4K, in which sizhui snaps, i love that boy, no like seriously he's the best boy)

Lan Sizhui does not usually find himself in the company of Sect Leader Jiang.

Suffice to say, Lan Sizhui's feelings toward him are conflicted.

lan wangji is wei wuxian's baby by lilycs (3K, i was craving fluff while reading this, lwj my beloved, drunk!lwj)

Lan Wangji gets drunk from barely a cup of alcohol, becoming a whiny baby and asking his husband for cuddles.

one of our own by glitteringmoonlight (8K, wei wuxian & lan sect, 5+1 things, in which they learn to love him, they're all part of the wwx protection squad lead by lwj, wangxian isn't the focus but !!! THIS)

Times change, but some people remain the same.

The Lans are nothing, if not aware of this.

For one of their own, they will stand against the world.

Or, 5 times the Lans defended Wei Wuxian, and the 1 time he was there to see it happen.

so why not crack your skull when the mind swells by @greenteafiend (13K, love curse, post cql canon, curses, getting together, fluff, so much fluff, lwj tries to talk about his emotions!, lwj pov)

Lan Wangji detects the curse trying to curl through his heart meridians like smoke. A love curse, then. It must have been cast remotely somehow to have found him in his bed in Cloud Recesses. No matter. Lan Wangji crushes it easily, enveloping it in his spiritual energy, and then squeezing. Curse averted, Lan Wangji closes his eyes and goes back to sleep. He thinks no more of it.

Two days later, Wei Wuxian arrives in Cloud Recesses.

Or, Wei Wuxian is cursed to feel terrible pain when he and Lan Wangji aren’t touching.

i started from the bottom / now i'm rich by x_los (57K, time travel, fix it, jealous lwj, crack treated serious, god this is so good tho, wwx/wrh & wwx/jgs but like as a joke and it doesn't really happen, but it has its purpose!!)

“First, you get the money. Then you get the power, respect - hos come last.”

 

Wen Qing traps Wei Wuxian in the Demon Slaughtering Cave, but Wei Wuxian isn’t interested in being the beneficiary of the Wen Remnants’ noble sacrifice. His efforts to free himself accidentally send him back to the beginning of the Sunshot Campaign. Coreless but armed with demonic cultivation, knowledge of the future and his wits, Wei Wuxian takes advantage of this opportunity to come out on top of both the war and its aftermath—before either has a chance to happen—by marrying and swiftly burying the cultivation world’s worst men.

Lan Wangji is confused, hurt, and uncomfortably aroused by Wei Wuxian’s improbably elaborate series of Sect-themed bridal negligees.

lead me on through by mrsronweasley (55K, they're in love your honor, arranged marriage but they don't know to whom, basically wwx & lwj want to practice kissing which then goes beyond kissing but not the whole way y'know, lxc the best wingman tho)

"Who do you think your betrothed is?" Wei Wuxian asks, sprawling out in front of Lan Zhan and enjoying the prim thinning of his lips at the question. He shouldn't be sprawling—they're in the library, for one, and Lan Zhan is studying, for another—but he can't help himself. Wei Wuxian is a sprawler.

"I do not believe this to be of importance," Lan Zhan responds, without turning his gaze away from his book.

"What!" Wei Wuxian sits up. "How can you say that? Of course it's important! This is the person you'll be with for the rest of your life, Lan Zhan."

[ookami-tsun]

How about for xiao and childe and other characters u want when they start to ignore the reader for lumine/aether and the reader start to think that they had just got bord from them with fluffy ended plz and have a nice day

Tsun: I am surprised that we will get so much requests, I thought we will have some after a few days... Power of Ookami touch? I hope you enjoy this story, it is Ookami approved? \(X^X)/

As for the other requests... I might need some time to digest and understand some of the unique topics, so I hope you understand and give me some time to write to the best of my abilities

Pls enjoy the story below!

Childe X reader

Birthday Surprise

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“Hey, Childe, are you free?” I asked as I walked towards him

However, before I could get an answer, Aether came and interrupted me.

“Childe, I got the item you wanted…they are: birt-” as Aether started listing out the items Childe requested, Childe quickly covered Aether's mouth and dragged him away.

“Childe?! What is going on?!” I worried as it isn't normal to cover someone's mouth while they're talking.

“W-well...” he coughed before continuing, “I-I got something to do with this guy, I will catch up with you later!” he said as he dragged Aether as he started rushing off.

So, for the next days, I tried catching Childe to find out what was going on, but all I saw was him getting extremely close to Aether…

“Y/N, I will find you later, please stop following us.” Childe said as he dragged me to Angel's Share, and settled me at one of the tables

“Rest here and wait till I come back” he said as he kissed my forehead before running off with Aether.

Patiently I sat, thinking of how I ended up at Angel's Share drinking apple cider that I bought at some point of time.

… What is going on…? Why I am getting chased away..? The feeling is unpleasant. I feel my heart beating painfully and I clenched the fabric where my heart is tightly, hoping the pain would go away

.

...It can’t be…Is what I think actually all true? When I decided to find Childe to talk about the issue, I found Childe and Aether turning towards each other and kissing… They kissed!

“Childe...” I said as I tried to hold back my tears, both of them turned around and noticed me

“Are you...bored of me...? Why…?!”

I felt as if I a truck had hit me… I couldn't breathe, I felt like I was drowning and that made me decide to flee.

“Y/N! Wait! Let me explain…!”

And so we started playing cat and mouse with Childe being the cat. I had reached the dead-end of an alleyway before Childe had kabedon-ed me to prevent me from running

After catching his breath, he tried to explain. But I refused to hear him, I covered my ears and squatted down… What if he came after me just to break up with me?

“I don’t want to hear! You scum!”

“S-sorry...But let me explain..” he tried to coax me as he brought my head towards his shoulder to cry.

“Aether and I kissed...” He said as he continued, “But! It really is a misunderstanding! I was getting his help to pick a gift for you, but we stood too close and happened to… I don't like him at all!”

“...Lies...You've been avoiding me for weeks and was with Aether the whole time...” I reasoned so as to not be persuaded

He kissed my cheek and said “Idiot...It is for you who forgot their birthday today...I was trying to rush everything so we could celebrate at night...”

He then stood up and held his hand out to me. ”Y/N, today is your special day, rather then crying...Let’s end today on a happy note”

When we reached Good Hunter, Sara scolded Childe for making me so anxious on such an important day and made him spend more so that I could be appeased with food. I am not a glutton! ...But...I shall accept this apology birthday dinner from Childe

Xiao X reader

Jealousy

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Recently, Xiao has been avoiding me and has been following Lumine around instead as well as staying in Jueyan Karst for long periods of time

But what annoys me more is that, I do not own sigil of permission unlike her, I cannot enter Jueyun Karst...

Ugh, what are they doing inside?! Let me in!

I tried looking in, but all I can see is the both of them carrying some objects in.

Maybe...Just maybe if he really cares for me, he will tell me? Ugh, my curiosity is really killing me! I am dying to know!

I need to investigate! Maybe someone in Liyue will know what is going on...!

However, no matter who I ask, no one seems to tell me what Lumine and Xiao were planning. They are hiding something too...

.

"Y/N..."

Soon after I decided that I will have to investigate, the target of my investigation had came up to me

Let's see what would he say as an excuse...

"Xiao...so, you are finally going to talk to me after forgetting me for so long?"

"I-I am sorry... But if you follow me somewhere, I can show you the reason..." he said guilty while pouting, that cute appearance isn't going to persuade me...

After looking at his adorable appearance, I struggled between making it hard for Xiao and following him. In the end, I chose the latter: nothing will make my emo boyfriend upset, and I will not be the one causing it.

...Well... Just this once...

.

As Xiao slowly removes his hand from my eyes, I was speechless, isn't this Jueyun Karst?!

"Xiao? What's going on?"

He blushed and looked everywhere except at me and said "W-well... You usually take so much care of me, and always neglect yourself...So, I wanted to surprise you"

He then led me towards a table filled with my favorite foods and sat me down.

"Although it is not much..." he covered his mouth with his hand to hide the blush, but his ears betrayed him "...Happy birthday, Y/N"

"I am really sorry that I was avoiding you...I wanted to keep this all a secret..."

I looked around and noticed that there are many decorations around... This must be the reason why the both of them was making a lot of trips.

I felt guilty for suspecting them while they are trying their best to make my birthday a memorable occasion...

"Xiao..." I spoke while feeling emotional, "I am so sorry I suspected you, I should have been more understanding and patient..."

I went towards Xiao, hugging him and resting my head on his shoulder.

"This is the best birthday I ever had... I have wronged the both of you, please forgive me..?"

"I forgive you..." Xiao said while holding up a piece of meat and said "If you open your mouth wide..."

This is when I died, Xiao who usually keeps to himself, tried to feed me. Personally "spoon" feeding me! I am not a child, but I can't help but to want to be spoiled if he is going to be so sweet!

"Is it good..?" he asked as he tries to hide his desire for a compliment.

"...I-it is really good...I hope I can have this for the rest of my life..."

"Then...I will just have to cook for you, for the rest of our life"

...Is this.... a p-proposal...?

[itsstrawberrymochi]

hi, i'm responding to the sabigiyuu request lol, anything random that u want to write about pls🤲🤲🧎🧎🧎



SABIGIYUU x reader hcs

You ask and you receive 😌 here are more SABIGIYUU x reader hcs these are just general dating hcs nothing specific

Here’s the link to sabigiyuu x reader jealousy hcs link

Note: Still working on other requests and matchups also Sabito is the same age as Giyuu and is a pillar

- It started off as a love triangle

- Sabito liked you, you liked Giyuu and Giyuu liked Sabito

- You and Sabito were the ones who first stated dating where Giyuu was more or less of a third wheel

- Sabito him and his kinky ass was the one who suggested starting one since Giyuu already spent so much time with you two

- It was only supposed to be an experiment, just for fun but you three really enjoyed it not saying that you and Sabito wasn’t working out it was Giyuu was the piece to the puzzle you and Sabito didn’t know was missing

- Dating these two at the same time is certainly a ride

- Sabito is the more rough and passionate lover while Giyuu is more gentle and sweet lover

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- Sabito would relentlessly tease or give you random ass slaps and Giyuu would give you head pats or soft sweet hugs

- It’s honestly a great dynamic

- Because not only do you get to have intense and heated makeout sessions that leave you breathless ( Sabito) but you also get to have soft sweet gentle kisses that makes you feel all warm inside ( Giyuu)

- You three do everything together, to showering, going to the market, eating, training etc

- The only thing you guys don’t do together is go on missions

- The only reason is it’s waste to send three pillars to kill a demon so it was often just the two of you that went while the other went on another or two of you go while the other waits at the estate

- It was usually you and Giyuu that went on missions seeing that Sabito was way more skilled than the two of you and got a lot more done going solo

- When you and Giyuu finally meet up with him you two bring him in for a big ole hug and if he is injured he’s getting scolded and cared for not by one but two s/os

- He always has a annoyed look on his face when he’s being scolded but secretly he loves the attention

- When it comes to domestic things you three split the work

- But when it comes to cooking it’s just you and Giyuu, you two would alternate who had to cook

- Sabito would be in the mix but he really sucks at cooking so he usually just cleans up after

- You three unofficially adopted the kamaboko squad

- The four would often come over for training or dinner

- It’s really cute seeing the Sabito and Giyuu get overprotective with them and act like the “parents” they’re missing in their life

- If by chance you’re not slayer they’d be more than happy to train you but if you don’t want to be one they’ll respect your decision they would just be a bit more protective of you

- You three visit Urokodaki whenever you can and you always have a big dinner and catch up, sometimes Tanjiro and Nezuko join,you all are like a big family and it’s adorable 🥺

- Ok so you and Sabito kind of created a hate on Sanemi group because not only does he bully Giyuu but he hurt Nezuko and those two people mean a lot to you and Sabito thus creating a hate on Sanemi group, group activities include but not limited to making fun of him or seeing who can get him upset the fastest

- If you work at the butterfly esate these two would literally fight over who gets to be your  patient most of the time you have to deal with both of them at the same time

- To summarize these two idiots are the best boyfriends and love you endlessly there’s not one moment in your life where you feel unloved or unhappy because these two would make sure that never happens 💕

[awsuntanz]

a ramble about helium chapter 4 (and dakota’s wonderful characterization)

its 4am, forgive me for any mistakes. i’ve never written anything like this before, aha.

All of these quotes are from Chapter 4 of @heytherestilinski‘s fic Helium!

The way Dakota (the author) fleshes out conflict and allows their painfully realistic characterization to shine is so...perfect. I find myself heavily relating to Dream, George, and even Sapnap at times. 

Here are some lines that I didn’t think would stick out to me (but did):

After a quiet moment, to his soaring heart’s approval, George speaks up again.

This entire kitchen scene portrays that feeling of having a conversation with someone who matters to you. Whether it would classify as something important to someone else or not is irrelevant- to you, in that moment, it feels like you’re holding the world. It’s soft, and tender. You don’t want it to fall flat. You don’t want to let it go. (This scene may or may not have encouraged me to say goodnight to a special someone I was thinking of while reading this).

Sapnap dumps the responsibility of the cart back onto Dream. As he walks past him, he says, “You suck at flirting.”

I really enjoyed the stupid banter between Dream and Sapnap at the grocery store. It not only served as some nice comic relief that kept our guard down before the conflict at the end of the chapter, but it’s also something us readers would definitely hear from (and say to) our friends in real life. Good comic relief is something that eases us in naturally and allows us to immerse ourselves and enjoy the moment while maintaining that element of surprise that keeps us interested :)

He turns away from Dream. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

Dream may be less controlled in his emotions and impulses, but he is very open in sharing them. George has more of a filter on everything. Controlled. Not wanting to push Dream (or maybe even himself) off the edge.

“You wanted to this morning,” he says, low.

“Yeah, because we were in your house, not the middle of the grocery store.”  

Rejection. Denial. George’s response holds some truth to it, but comes off as a haphazard excuse at the same time. He doesn’t appreciate the way Dream pushes for that direct confrontation and frankness when it comes to approaching their situation (and honestly? Neither would I). 

George halts to face him again, with a half-whisper, “Not exactly the best place to ambush me, Dream.” 

I like the use of the word ambush here because of the strong negative connotation it implies. It’s as if he’s saying that Dream sought out to make him uncomfortable. As if this was pre-planned and intentional, and not another one one of his silly impulses.

Dream stares at him wildly. “I didn’t ambush you. You brought up your expectations, not me.” His voice grows tight. “Are you seriously still going to act like this?”

We’ve had enough of “Dream, why? Dream, no! Dream, quit being an idiot!” from the readers. This time, he takes that blame and tosses it over to George instead. Conflict grows stronger.

“Like I’m—I’m this stumbling idiot who forces you into every bad situation,” he says. “It’s exhausting, and doesn't make me feel good about myself, and—” He runs a trembling hand through his hair. “It’d be nice if you took some responsibility, for once. That’s all.”

God, I’m so guilty of how George does this to Dream. Taking responsibility isn’t very fun when you feel like the other person is constantly making irrational, immature, and as we’ve established earlier, overall impulsive decisions when it comes to what they say and do. We assume that the other person should be able to understand us- We’ve put up with them for all this time, haven’t we?

Realizing that having a mentality like this is toxic and draining to the other person as well is... difficult. It’s difficult to remember that they’re trying, and that they genuinely care about you too. The very same things that make them irritating are what make them a loving and caring person as well. It takes growth from the both of you to learn and understand each other. And growth takes time.

It’s 4AM at the time I’m writing this, and I’m far too tired to quote the entire phone scene, so I’m going to assume you’ve read it. 

A few lines from George:

“Can...can you stay on, for a bit? Can we just talk?”

“Please, Dream.”

“I just want to hear your voice.”

A few lines from Dream:

“George.”

“Stop,” he warned. “Stop that.”

“Don’t say that.”  //  “What is wrong with you?”

“Fuck, George. Why are you doing this to me?”

The reason Dream brings this up is because it highlights a moment where their general character roles in the fic are switched. In this scenario, it highlights a moment of hypocrisy. George is desperate, and vulnerable. The phone call dialogue showcases him doing something that he knows he shouldn’t be doing. “Can we not talk about this? Can we pretend this phone call didn’t happen?”

Now, plenty of ugly nights and long weeks later, he steps closer to George in the grocery aisle as an unconcerned passerby skirts around their cart and conflict.  

I’m not sure why I like this line. It feels like a gentle reminder that in the grand scheme of things, your conflict is small. Insignificant to the rest of the world, mattering to you two and only you two. Makes everything a bit more personal, I guess.

He looms over him, wishing he could melt the bristling anger from his brown eyes, and wishing he had it in himself to be angry, too.

I relate to both sides of this. That gut-wrenching feeling of not being able to find your own anger at someone who is angry at you. The feeling of knowing that your anger is frustrating and hurting someone else, too. Either way, it feels absolutely terrible.

“You called me,” Dream recounts, even though he can tell George remembers it as vividly as he. “You talked to me.” He lets out a short, frustrated breath. “Then you got mad at me the next morning, and iced me out.”

Doing the same thing that you hated the other person for doing, and taking it out on them afterwards. Yeah.

(dakota. dream. can you pls stop calling me out through george i would really really really appreciate it thank u) /hj /lh 

“Because you let it happen,” George says, but he looks more vulnerable than before.

blame game here we go againnnnn

Dream stares down at him. “So it’s all on my shoulders,” he reiterates flatly. “It’s all my responsibility, now?” 

“Yes,” George spits, his sharpness startling them both. He meets Dream's gaze, unwavering, and recollects himself with a deep breath.

 “Yes. Because you made it your responsibility, when you sent me that text.”

George was ready to throw that blame right back into Dream’s face. When I saw that whole scene in Heat Waves, I realized how much I related to George in that particular situation. I knew it would come back, somehow. George wouldn’t be able to let something as huge as that, something that shifted the entire course of their relationship...slide so easily. Even with Dream’s eventual promise to work on himself. The whole time, I was thinking, “He’s too nice. He’s too patient,” and, “I wouldn’t be that nice. I wouldn’t be that patient. Not on the inside, at least.”

And you didn’t fail me. That final jab, although relatable- It hurt.

Now that the screens are off, the distance is gone, and the barriers are thinner than ever before, George’s flaws are becoming more transparent. We start to see other parts of his character that had only been foreshadowed in your previous work. I had no idea how Helium would unfold at the beginning, but I’m now very sure that you did not disappoint.

Seeing how you’ve evolved as a writer in both more subtle and more noticeable ways has been awesome :) I’m excited for the next chapter.

[levworship]

Hiiii can I get a sfw of manager headcannons? Of maybe all the guys crushing on their manager and how each guy would be as well as how they would deal with literally THE WHOLE GROUP liking you? The manager is bubbly and affectionate with them so it’s what makes them love you. Could it be inarizaki and fukorodani?? (Pls mention my boy konoha hes always left out 😔🤚) thanksss

decided to just combine these if that’s fine. sorry this took my longer than i thought it would.

no warning. just the boys crushing hard and getting a lil possessive over you.

inarizaki

i’d say that collectively, the boys are pretty discreet in comparison to the other teams’ behavior. they’re much more chill with you mostly because of the fear that they’ll chase their adorable little manager away.

and god knows they wouldn’t be able to replace something like you.

everything you did was just so god damned cute. the way you brought them little snacks to enjoy before and after their games, and how while you did care for them as a team, you also cared for them as individuals.

and that’s exactly what put them in their current positions.

at first it was weird, all of them realizing around the same time that their affections for their manager went much deeper than they probably should have.

and on top of all that? you were completely oblivious to it. they considered this to be both a blessing and a curse, as while they could get away with a lot, it was just so frustrating how you never seemed to pick up on their advances.

atsumu was the most bold of the group. he’d have no shame, commenting on how “your hair smells nice today” and how “those bottoms make your legs look so good.” it never failed to tank your once overly bubbly self down to a flustered mess, thanking him before dismissing yourself.

aran figured it was better for him to show you rather than make an attempt with words. always helping you when you struggled to lift something that you should’ve known damn well was too big for you. ushering you away from tsumu when his compliments became just a bit too overwhelming for you. he was like your hero.

suna decided to take a much more slick approach. making and sharing playlists with you with multiple love songs that he could only pray would get your attention, only for you to complain that you needed something “more upbeat.” he even offered you an earbud to listen with him on the rare occasion that he was able to snag a seat next to you.

osamu was also more of a shower than a talker, as his brother already did more than enough of that. his favorite thing was to bring you gifts. foods and maybe even small knickknacks that he claims he picked up because “they reminded me of you.”

and kita, while relatively quiet with you, decided that the best approach was to simply hold his silence with you. he worried you’d become overwhelmed by the others, especially with the team visibly doting over you more and more everyday, so he saw no problem in letting you seek comfort in his silence. besides, you took up most of the time running your mouth to him anyway. not that he was complaining.

while there were some minor disagreements and rare arguments over you, there was one thing they all seemed to agree on. all they wanted was for you to be safe.

which is why they were so protective over you. they couldn’t let their poor, sweet manager get her heart broken by some jackass just looking to manipulate them and toy with their heart! she was just too precious for that.

they didn’t do much directly. not immediately, anyway. if they saw someone seemingly flirting with you, they would wait until they went away to pull you aside, calmly encouraging you not to engage with that person again.

and how could you not listen when they all sounded so certain? it’s not like your favorite boys would ever steer you wrong.

no. never.

fukurodani

i’d also say that this team is also pretty discreet about their little crushes on you.

except for one of them.

“bokuto koutarou” and “discreet” don’t exactly belong in the same sentence.

but for the most part, everything was fine. you kept them all on track, and were even there to help bokuto through his mood swings better than anyone else. you were like a gift sent to them by the gods themselves. and, on top of all of that, you were so sweet and considerate. your energy brought light into the darkest of room. it’s like you wanted all of them to fall for you as hard as they did.

akaashi attempted to show his feelings by putting an effort into caring about yours. he was there to make sure you didn’t overwork yourself, and offered you such kind and reassuring words after a particularly hard day because god he loved the way your smile looked when he did. and even more, he enjoyed being the cause of it.

bokuto was much more straight forward. or, he was trying to be. but somehow you always seemed to brush it off without even realizing. he was always rushing up to you with a “you look so cute today, y/n.” “i’m so glad you’re our manager.” and you just couldn’t resist smiling and giggling at the walking ball of sunshine in your day.

and konoha— well, he pretty much just assisted you in brushing off bokuto. tugging him away whenever he kept bothering you for just a bit too long, and always jokingly reminding you to focus when your eyes wandered around the room too much.

as for other people trying to approach you? and with the intention to flirt? don’t expect to experience much of a reaction at the time, rather, they’d sulk in the realization that none of them can control you or tell you what to do.

still, they avoid this happening as much as they can. sending blank stares at those who look at you for too long. throwing “casual” arms over your shoulder in public while sending a sharp warning glance. even bokuto showed a bit more ice in his veins at the potential threat.

they wouldn’t be in denial about it either. they wanted you for themselves. you were too sweet to let anyone have, including each other. they all knew they shared the same feelings

they just never spoke on them.

nekoma

now now.

these mfs? zero chill. and zero shame or remorse about it either. it’s like a constant battle for attention.

even kenma craves your attention.

it’s literally a fucking wonder and a mystery how you stay oblivious to all of this when they’re literally always smothering you.

how could they not? you were so nice and patient with them, allowing them to bother you all day like that. it wasn’t a job many would be able to handle. but you genuinely enjoyed their company!

kuroo would compliment you constantly. got new shoes? he’s first to point them out. dyed your hair a slightly different color? you bet he noticed. oh, and if you ever need help with even the tiniest thing in any subject? you bet your ass you’re getting trapped in a tutoring session. but that’s okay! you were so thankful for him. the way you remained so positive and patient with him nearly melted him on the spot every time.

kenma attempted to show interest in you by doing exactly that. he paid so much attention to you as well. which, while it doesn’t sound like much, it was always a shocker for the people constantly around him to see just how much attention he showed towards you. it wasn’t to the same extent as kuroo, but it was enough for him to learn your favorite snacks and share them with you after he “accidentally” got too much for him to handle by himself. he could even be caught deep in conversation with you about a game you have never and probably will never play. still, he loved seeing how your eyes lit up as he shared his favorite things with you.

yamamoto was just what you’d expect from him. clingy, forward, and perhaps even creepy if you weren’t so sweet about everything. always giggling and pinching his cheek like a baby. you were going to be the death of him.

lev was just annoying. at least, anyone else would probably find him annoying. but of course not to you! he followed you around all day like a stray cat, finding comfort in the way you treated him so nicely and refused to scold him like the others. your words of encouragement only sent him spiraling in adoration for you. so you best believe your ass that if you asked for literally anything, he was more than happy to take care of it for you.

and yaku? he plays your white knight. always there to pry off yamamoto kuroo and lev, only to plop himself right into their spots. it was a constant game of tug of war and you barely even acknowledged it. it was almost painful to witness.

and even though there was lots and lots of bickering amongst the team over you, all of that was thrown out of the window at the idea of someone trying to take you away.

perhaps they were a bit dramatic, but that guy’s hands were a bit too low for their liking. why were you going around hugging bozos like him anyway? so like the feral pack they were they wasted no time springing into action, tugging you away for “important team matters.”

while you were naive, you weren’t a complete idiot. you scolded each of them quietly and sighed as they lowered their heads in shame. you ruffled lev’s hair as he stood in front of you.

of course you forgave them. which is why the same thing kept happening. over and over again.

requests for haikyuu and bnha are open.

[dreamsclock]

I can't stop thinking about the god dream au and the mutually assured destruction au,,, the literal only reason for Wilbur to stick with Dream is to use him for his powers, and Dream KNOWS that and how it could possibly kill him,,, to the people who started these aus I love you so much mwuah

MAN i love this au so much too,,, it’s so good PLS mutually assure destruction coupled with the god au is my JAM lmao,, pls read the warnings before !!!

warnings: death, destruction, dark themes/contents, self destructive behaviour, unhealthy coping mechanisms, toxic relationship/friendship, smp!wilbur critical (not really but he’s Dark here!), mental illness/deterioration, suicidal behaviour (in that smp!dream knows what he’s doing is going to kill him and so does smp!wilbur), manipulation

Dream is burning up. Wilbur takes his temperature with quick, methodical hands, ignores the sting of useless guilt at the sight of his ally’s glassy eyes and clammy skin, and clears his throat. It doesn’t help when Dream’s gaze snaps to him, but guilt has never helped him before: they’re doing this, Wilbur reminds himself, for a reason. He can’t let himself forget it. The whole server has long been tainted and corrupted past redemption by the two of them: it’s about time the two of them proved it to the others too.

“Dream? Are you in there?”

Dream coughs through a dry throat. “Sorry. What was I doing?”

Wilbur lays a hand on his shoulder, ever patient, ever at ease. “Summoning more mobs, remember? Directing them to this part of the SMP?”

“...Right.” Closing his eyes, Dream seems oblivious to his nose beginning to trickle blood, hands glowing a dull grey - he’s reaching the limits of his power, Wilbur notes critically, interesting. He glances around them, satisfied at the mobs he sees appearing, all of them unbothered by the presence of Wilbur and Dream, all of them ready to attack the SMP. “Like that?”

“Perfect,” Wilbur encourages, “more.”

“More?” Dream’s focus fades, and he steadies himself against the tree they’re under, frowning. “Wilbur, I don’t know if I-”

Wilbur arches an eyebrow. Dream doesn’t continue his sentence. Both of them stare at each other for a moment, a long, long minute of silence passing between them.

Because here’s the thing. Dream’s no idiot. He knows his limits, and knows Wilbur has been pushing him past them constantly, knows that he’s going to end up dying and burning out completely. It’s happened to gods like Dream in the past; it will happen again after he’s gone. 

The beautiful thing about Dream, in Wilbur’s opinion, is that they’ve been on the same level of understanding for almost a whole year now. Even before he’d come back to life, he’d watched Dream idly through the gaze of Ghostbur, had watched him crumble right into the same path as he had. It’s beautiful, because Dream knows what needs to be done - knows that some causes are worth giving up life for.

Dream knows what Wilbur is doing to him. Wilbur thinks it’s beautiful that he works willingly with him anyway. A little bit of understanding and kindness goes a long way.

So Dream closes his eyes again, expression pallid, and Wilbur holds on to him to keep him upright as more mobs appear. They look slightly weaker, all of them crackling with a dangerous looking energy, but Wilbur squeezes Dream’s shoulder in pride, and Dream continues to give and give and give until his nose is gushing blood and Wilbur is satisfied.

“There.” There’s such delight in Wilbur’s tone that even Dream, sickly and semiconscious, can focus on it. “That’s- Dream, you’ve done perfect. What a finale this will be. What villains we’ll make, eh?”

Dream doesn’t smile - he tends not to nowadays - but he leans into the arm Wilbur slings around him, pitches against him like he’s the only solid grasp he has on the world. Wilbur’s smile widens, and he squeezes Dream’s shoulder, a wordless well done and condolences for his inevitable death sooner or later. Because they’ve reached the point of no return. Both of them have.

“Next week,” he tells Dream, “and the server will be finished.”

“It’ll all be over?” Dream whispers, voice tiny.

Wilbur thinks of the wreckage they’ll leave, pictures their tragic heroes losing life after life until they end up in the same void that has become his home.

“Yes,” he promises, “our story will end next week. Don’t worry.”

[interact-if]

Umm hi 👉👈 I realized that most of the asks you guys get are about games and rec lists. You guys deserve so much recognition for the work you put in this blog, so I wanted to ask if I can do a little get-to-know-the-mods thing? If that's okay!

1. Besides writing, what are your hobbies?

2. Do you have a niche interest right now?

3. Any fave songs/artists/bands?

4. Any fave movies/tv shows?

5. On a scale of 1-10, how likely would you survive in your wip's world?

You can totally ignore this if you guys want, no pressure. Anyway, much love to all the interact-if mods! You guys are incredible! ❤

We saw this ask and we went 👀 👀 👀 so we’re happy to answer! Thank you so much for the fun ask!

 We also rated our survivability in all of our collective games, since Mars isn't an author! Fun stuff! Spoilers, though: it’s really not looking so great for me (Dani) but that’s fine!!!  😌

1. I’m a photographer as well as a graphic artist (but not like. A painter/drawer kind of artist!) and, on a general level, a maker and a tinkerer!

2. Fountain pens! I only write with ink, and only with fountain pens, and I use bottled inks/converters!

3. I’m pretty eclectic with music, but my top genres are alt rock, indie, indie pop, etc, as well as top 40s and some rap.

4. I feel like this is the hardest one for me to answer? Favorite movies/shows? Avatar: the Last Airbender has been a favorite show of mine since I was a little kid, but I have a harder time thinking of shows I would call a favorite in recent years. There are shows I’ve liked, and a lot of shows I’ve watched. But I’m picky! And demanding! It takes a lot to earn a place in Dani’s Trophy Case of Favorites. 😌 I would say I quite liked A Quite Place (movie), and I liked Us (movie). When it comes to TV shows, I have a hard time being pleased with them if they don’t end well. As a result, I have a penchant for a good limited series/miniseries (because they’re stories that have an end in mind and the plot reflects that, dagnabbit).

5. Heh. Okay.

In The Goodfellows? I think I stand I chance. I can exercise my sparkling wit and lovable personality to the best effect. I’m gonna give myself an 8/10 survivability rating. Even if I don’t have the right skills, I can go crying to the person who does and they’ll save me. Maybe.

In Creatures’ Cradle? I’m super $**!%d. 😌 1/10 survivability rating. And that 1 is me being nice to myself. The day the apocalypse breaks out I would probably be patient 0. I am self-aware. I would not do well in an apocalypse. Zombies care not for aforementioned sparkling wit and lovable personality, and I have all the muscle of a boiled spaghetti noodle. So it’s a no go.

Greater Than Gods (Cruz): Well. I’m going to be optimistic. And say that I have the wisdom not to do things I shouldn’t do and not to rock boats I shouldn’t rock. I’m going to give myself a 7/10 based on insider information, but also based on reckless optimism!

Vardir (Cruz): Cruz says this is a lighthearted game, so 10/10 LOL.

When it Hungers (Roast): I’m giving myself a nice, mediocre 5/10. I think I could put my mind to work here; I joke that I’m the village idiot, but I’m actually pretty smart! Unfortunately, I’m also curious, and maybe a little bad with authorities who won’t answer my questions. So I knocked off a lot of points due to the fact that I’d probably poke the metaphorical bear. So it’s a real coin flip as to whether I’d really make it or not.

Orthall Bay (Nines): Considering the genre is “horror” and the game intro includes the words “monster” and “maim,” I’m giving myself a whooping, enthusiastic 3/10. Yes, folks, I am that confident in myself! Once again, I can’t charm the socks off a monster (or can I?), so one of my greatest weapons is snatched from beneath my feet. Alas!

1. Beloved I’m a college student in the middle of a pandemic... i can hardly even write LOL i do draw at times which u can see in my personal blog (nothing too good really) and i used to do karate before things went to shit <3

2. Nothing niche I believe? All I do is leave Netflix as bg noise every day n play popular videgames (genshin)

3. Porter Robinson <3 I love Bea Miller a lot as well but lately I’ve been feeling Porter a lot

4. The Good Place <3

5. My WIPs:

Greater than Gods: Highly situational, the world GtG is set in is as broad as the real world LOL so I don’t have an universal answer. But keeping it vague, and knowing my own personality, I feel like 5/10. depends on my luck.

Vardir: 10/10 no one dies in Vikgade, unless you’re a hunter but I wouldn’t be a hunter <3

Others’ WIPs

I'm gonna give myself a solid 5/10 in all other WIPs because y'all aren't writing lighthearted stories either. I feel like as long as I avoid the role of the MC I will be mostly fine. I hope. But as Dani said I'm also prone to fight the wrong person and dig my own grave so 😌

1. Well, writing is a very, very, very, distant hobby since Words Hard, but I like to crochet and sculpt a little! Anything to do with fiddling with my hands and I’m good to go. And like, debatable but graphic design is my passion [insert clown emoji here since Tumblr said No]

2. Oh yeah a bunch! DnD yelling at people, thinking of arson, crocheting, rock climbing and simply vibing. I got into podcasts a few years ago and I’m always looking for more recs, so if you have some, hmu 😤

3. Pls,,,,my music taste is,,,so weird do not let me expose myself with lack of consistency but uhh. Current songs that are stuck in my head include; Cult of Dionysus , Achilles Come Down and The Last Shanty  

4. If you’ve ever spoken to me before, I probably yelled about Pacific Rim to you or at you. Plus I love all The Mummy films and really enjoyed Castlevania (s3 excluded, we do not perceive that) as well! 

5. Ah, mod survival simulator pt. 3

Alright, let’s go!  I don’t have a WIP because again, words hard, but like, considering how feral I am when not tryna seem professional hm... 

The Goodfellows: I wanna say a solid 7/10 because I’d hardcore vibe with the Traveler and probably instigate so much nonsense. I can also bribe with blueberry cake so maybe. 

Creature’s Cradle: maybe a 4/10 and only because of pure spite keeping me alive long enough to smack someone. I’ve prepared for hypothetical  zombie apolcapyses and I won’t hesitate to bap, but will be bapped back because I’m weak as hell. 

Greater Than Gods: a toss up between 2/10 and 7/10! I can vibe and be chill but I also have terrible impulse control so... 

Vardir: hm....I think pretty good survival rates all around? If you ask me to fight then like, okay sure, your knees are mine. So maybe a 8/10? 

When it Hungers: .......8/10 just because I’d refuse to die if I can be a cool creature. Living for the aesthetic can and will drag me outta hell. But I’m also clumsy as hell so I’d probably crash as a porcelain or hold a rooster and perish (aka, real rating is a good 3/10) 

Orthall Bay: 2/10, nope. Nope I’d be taken out in a heartbeat. Monsters can go pspsps and I’d head straight into the dark creepy forest like a fool if someone comes @ me. Half the time I’ll just assume it’s sfx makeup and vibe until it’s too late. 

god, never put me in a universe where I cannot squawk like a bird and throw pebbles from a window. Oof

Anon, you're so sweet! I give you a forehead smoomch <333 As for your questions...

1. If I'm not writing, I'm usually watching video essays on Youtube. My go-to channels as of right now is Disrupt and Aperture! I just really like their videos. Aside from that, I recently got into podcasts. Currently going through Hello From The Hallowoods and Shelter and Warning, which are made by queer creators!

2. Oh oof, there's quite a bit so I'm just gonna put down one thing. For some reason, I really got into collecting tiny astronaut things? I recently bought this astronaut desk light, and I've got a package coming in for the miniatures I ordered. No purpose for them other than I think they're neat <3

3. I'm a bit private with my music taste (even tho I have Spotify connected on Discord lmao), but there's 5 songs that I'm currently obsessed with. I keep replaying them over and over again. Just squeezing all the serotonin I could get outta them.

4. I can't really say I have a fave TV show or movie because I can't really just pick one, but my current fave is 9-1-1 and Resident Alien. 9-1-1 because I just really love the found-family dynamics and how the show tackles sensitive topics, and Resident Alien because it's lighthearted comedy. My all-time fave movie is Flipped! I have the book too and I like rereading from time to time <3

5. You're in for a doozy, anon, because we're rating each other's games <333

The Goodfellows: 7/10

Listen. Shenanigans with the Traveler. I would get up to so many of them and that is what'll get me possibly bodied, not the actual environment itself <3

Greater than Gods: 7/10

I like to think I have enough common sense to uhhh not recklessly flip stones that should not be flipped <3 I'm a cautious and skeptic person irl so I think I'll hold up well? Then again, it's a vast environment change and while I can adapt pretty quick, I wouldn't like the lack of control in the unknown.

Vardir: 10/10

Going off what Cruz said, Vardir is lighthearted and focused on personal growth so I think I'll be okay! Self-growth here I come, babey!

Creatures' Cradle: 8/10

Maybe I'm overestimating myself, but I think I'll be able to survive in a supernatural post-apocalyptic world! Ah, but it depends on the motivation though. I like the idea of rebuilding communities and eventually societies, but the survival turmoil would be a constant battle I'd have to overcome. If we're talking survival itself though, I think I'll do well.

When it Hungers: 8/10

That's probably my wishful thinking but I think I'll be fine. Maybe. Possibly. Don't like the idea of being regulated by an organization so if I was a non-human creature that could pose a problem but I can roll with it <3

Orthall Bay: 6/10

Assuming I'm not playing as MC, my chances of survival uhhh changes quite drastically. Not enough to guarantee an untimely demise, but certainly enough that it would constantly keep me on my toes. I think that's the safest answer I can get without spoiling anything lmao

Thank you so much for asking! It's super sweet of you <3

1. Too many :'D I knit, I sew, I do carpentry (well, learning), I bake, I'm hammering away at HTML and CSS, my job kind of encourages learning new things and I take that to picking up new hobbies!

2. My time is kind of consumed with school work and work work and WIP work so not a lot of time to pursue niche interests right now. I've been watching a lot of horror game playthroughs, true crime youtubers, and an adorable show on Netflix called the Repair Shop <3

3. My taste in music is "what am I vibing with atm?" I've been listening to a lot of 80's music atm (don't @ me), but also Lo Fang and Kaleo, and whatever spotify recommends me on my discover weekly which is usually complete chaos.

4. I love the Mummy even though it hasn't aged 100% well (I'm a librarian, of course it's one of my gotos LOL), Legally Blonde, Leverage, Jumanji (the original), I'm....very bad at having recent tastes... and very bad at remembering my favorites when asked.

5.

The Goodfellows: I'm a creature of comfort, 5/10 if I can just luxuriate in town and not actually interact with the story sfjkdbsdkf

Creature’s Cradle: I'd like to think I have a 50/50 shot XD 5/10, I want to think I'd be decent at a zombie apocalypse but ultimately would suffer an early fate.

Greater Than Gods: 10/10 if I'm just vibing, less so if I'm involved in the actual story XD

Vardir: I'd still suffer without technology but I can also knit for a living in this world so I'm down 8/10

When it Hungers: I feel like I could vibe here, there's tech if dated, hot showers, telephones are around by now... might still get bored. 7/10 though it'd be cool to be another creature....I should make a 'what creature of snv are you' quiz!

Orthall Bay: 7/10 idk I feel like after the first monster of the week I'd just skip town XDDDD I'm the worst protagonist, I see danger I just leave.

[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

i was wondering of you would do a request for an s/o of some of the "benchwarmer" characters (like yamaguchi rip D:) where s/o always comes to their games and makes them feel insecure, but they discover that s/o does homework/doesn't pay attention unless they are called to play, and only cheer for them!

hello hello anon!!

im so so so glad that we’re showing some love to our “benchwarmer” characters

this was honestly such a cute idea and I appreciate you being so patient with me

I decided to throw in ennoshita and kyotani because they don't get a lot of time on the court either sooo I hope you don't mind :)

anywhooo I hope you enjoy!!

(btw this definitely isn't my best work sooo I apologize in advance lolz)

•Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, + Kyotani w/ a Supportive S/O•

warnings: none

genre: fluff

characters: yamaguchi, ennoshita, + kyotani

•Yamaguchi•

yamaguchi always got very nervous whenever you mentioned you were attending one of his games

as a pinch server, he rarely got the opportunity to play and when he did, he never felt like his performance was good enough for you to see 

not to mention you always made it a point to wear his spare jersey to each one of his games which raised his nerves more then he would care to admit 

he really doubted himself on that court and felt like he wasn't good enough for you to be up in those stands representing him not to mention his spare jersey looked really really good on you

it meant the world to him that you supported him but he didn't want to disappoint you

this particular game, coach ukai had promised yamaguchi that he would definitely be put in  

which is why everyone couldn't understand why he seemed so down in the dumps

tanaka was the first one to point out his bad mood,

“Yo! Yamaguchi, what’s up with you dude? You look all pouty.”

hinata decided now would be a good time to add his two cents,

“Yeah! You get to be all swoosh, bam, boom today! You should be excited!”

yamaguchi couldn't lie, he was pretty happy about being guaranteed a few serves this game but he couldn't push away the negativity that clouded his mind.

“Oh, uh, I don't know. I guess its just Y/N is going to be here today and I already know that with all your guy’s amazing plays, my serves won't really matter and I just want them to be proud of me.”

the team stood in silence for a moment

was that really how yamaguchi felt about himself compared to everyone else?

sure, he didn't get to play often but without him they wouldn't have been able to get out of some tricky situations

surprisingly tsukishima was the one to break the silence this time,

“Wow, are you really that much of an idiot yamaguchi?”

a chorus of scolds came from his teammates

yams was about to apologize but tsukki continued his speech,

“Your precious s/o doesn't even pay attention to the rest of us. They only watch the game when they know you’re involved. So, you don't have to worry about us stealing your spotlight. Now, quit being stupid and stretch will you?”

was that really true? did you seriously come to support him and him only?

maybe tsukishima was just saying that to try and get him to forget about what was troubling him but he couldn't concentrate on that right now, he had to get his head in the game for the sake of his team and you ofc

however, curiosity got the best of him, so as his teammates played, he took a peek up at you to find you skimming through a textbook

all this time he felt insecure that you would think he was a bad player compared to the rest of his team mates but now he knew that you didn't even have the opportunity to compare them when you were only focused on his plays

he felt his heart swell with pride as he promised himself he would play with all his strength for you

and sure enough his serves had never been better

your cheers could be heard the loudest throughout the gym and he couldn't miss the large smile on your face as he looked to you in the stands

as soon as the game had concluded, you ran down to the court and threw your arms around him, congratulating him again and again on how well he did

he buried his face into your neck in attempts to hide the blush that was spreading across his cheeks like a wildfire

that day, he went home feeling accomplished, with his own personal cheerleader right by his side

•Ennoshita•

ennoshita didn't really get many opportunities to step on the court and show his skills

honestly, his lack of playing time made him pretty insecure in his ability to be on the same level as his teammates

he was never very confident and often found himself wondering if he deserved to be on a team with such skillful players

which was why he wasn't always excited when you attended his games

its not as if he didn't love seeing you in those stands, cheering him on, but he hated that there was always a possibility that he could disappoint you

especially since you were always so excited to come and support him

this was all he could think about as he sat stretching on the gym floor with the rest of the team

and his far off expression didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the boys

daichi decided to pull him aside and talk to him about what was on his mind before the game started

after all, he couldn't have such an important asset stuck with his head in the clouds

“Hey Ennoshita, everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s just Y/N is here and I honestly don’t know if I can play to her expectations.”

daichi understood what was going on with his underclassmen now

he had known that ennoshita was not the most confident when it came to his volleyball skill, but he didn't know that he was this blind to his own talent,

“You know, I don't think Y/N has every really showed any interest in anyone else’s plays other than yours.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Maybe you're too focused on what's going on on the court but they’re usually always scrolling through their phone or reading a book unless you get swapped in.”

now that daichi mentioned it, ennoshita never really heard your voice cheering from the stands unless he was on the court and you always seemed pretty oblivious when he talked to you about plays he wasn't involved in

he knew that you supported him with all he did but he was always a bit nervous that you would start to notice how well everyone else played and view his skills differently

discovering you came to his games for him and him only warmed his heart

lucky for you both, ennoshita had been subbed in for most of this game due to daichi getting a minor injury don't worry daichi is fine, don't start planning his funeral yet

you were over the moon that your boyfriend got to spend so much time on the court that day, you always loved watching him play

ennoshita could hear your cheers for him echo throughout the whole gym, causing his confidence to skyrocket

safe to say, you were definitely his lucky charm for that game

even with all the commotion after their win, all ennoshita could focus on was encasing you in a loving hug

after all, he couldn't have done it without you

•Kyotani•

kyotani didn't get the opportunity to be on the court often

he was a very strong and skilled player but his attitude usually caused him to sit out for many of aoba johsai’s games

this never stopped you from coming to support him though

no matter how much time he spent in the game you would show up and cheer him on

kyotani didn't really understand your reasoning though, he was barely ever put in so what was the point of coming at all

although he was quiet about it, he really loved having you at his games

being able to catch a glimpse of your smile when ever his temper got the best of him on the court was a huge reason he wasn't already kicked off the team 

but he still felt as though he was wasting your time

he couldn't even begin to imagine how disappointed you were with every game you attended

he tried to get you to quit coming to his games but you simply refused, letting him know that if you weren't in attendance, you could miss the opportunity to see his talent shine

as much as it could be a pain in his ass, your enthusiasm was kind of nice

which was the only reason he agreed to let you continue to come to his games

this game in particular, kyotani seemed to be on his best behavior

maybe seeing you in his spare jersey had something to do with it but no one needed to know that kyo bby, everyone knows that, pls stop staring y/n down like an animal

he was determined to stay on the court as long as he possibly could and surprisingly, he got to play almost the whole game

when you had run down from the stands to go congratulate kyotani, the first person you came in contact with was oikawa tooru himself,

“Ah Y/N-chan! I’m so glad you could make it, did you make sure to cheer for me?”

your boyfriend could never stand the way oikawa would flirt with you just to get a rise out of him

“Oi idiot, get away from them.”

you couldn't help but laugh at kyotani’s antics before wrapping him in a hug,

“Hey Kyo, congrats on the win. You did great!”

Oikawa pouted at you for blatantly ignoring him,

“Hey, what about me?”

“No offense Oikawa, but I really only come to these games for Kyo. I mean unless he's playing I don't really pay attention so cheering for you is pretty much out of the question. Anyways, I'll wait for you outside babe.”

both oikawa and kyotani were pretty baffled at your statement 

kyotani was probably the most surprised out of the two, did you really come to his games just to support him

he was pulled out of his thoughts when kindaichi spoke up,

“Now that they mentioned it, I honestly haven't ever seen Y/N look up from their phone unless Mad Dog was on the court, and they only ever cheer for him.”

kyotani almost let a smile slip out at his teammate’s words

he couldn't believe how much you cared about him and supported him

he never knew how you managed to put up with him but he was beyond grateful for it

he loved you more then he would ever let on

on the walk home, you didn't know why kyotani was so much more affectionate then usual, but who were you to complain?

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[mizunetzu]

May I request something anything fluffy with male reader with Sero and/or Kenma if u want to od just one of them pls Sero im desperate for him QAQ

Okokokso I was GONNA do drabbles, but I kinda went a little over board with them, so they’re kinda mini fics?? Like they aren’t as long as my usual fics but it’s longer that what people call a Drabble? I’m def proud of them so pls pls enjoy

Seros is under the cut, and kenmas is under seros !

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Sero x reader - Interesting

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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First days of school were always kinda rough.

No one knew anyone, nor what anyone’s quirk was. You had power until someone found out you had a stupid quirk-or no quirk at all. It was an unfair hierarchy yet to be overthrown.

“Ne ne-Mina-Chan, right?” A soft spoken, (h/c) boy piped up as he walked towards Minas seat. Even if he was on the softer side, that wouldn’t stop him from making a friend or two.

Mina chuckled and gave (y/n) a short, animated, description of her quirk. It was acid apparently, and had nothing to do with her looks.

Sero absentmindedly followed (y/n) around the classroom as he asked people what their quirk was. He was hoping he’d miss him. He didn’t want someone to comment on how he got into the hero course with a boring quirk like hi-

“You’re Sero-kun, right?”

Seros blood ran cold. He shifted in his seat to face the boy standing beside him, arms resting on the back of his chair. He was awfully close, and his hard, but soft gaze seemed to make him melt into his seat. He didn’t know why though. It was probably due to the fact that he was about to disappoint him with his quirk.

“Yeah...that’s me alright. What can I do you for?” Sero jabbed a fist into his chest, trying to seem as cool as possible to make up for everything else. (Y/n) smiled.

“I was wondering, since I saw something kinda bulking out of your elbow sleeves. What’s you quirk, Sero-Chan?”

Damn, already with the ‘Chan’? The black haired boy gulped and pulled up his sleeve. “Well-I can shoot tape out of my elbows. It’s nothing interesting, I know...I’ve heard it plenty of times...”

Sero ripped a small piece of tape off from his elbows, and stuck it onto (y/n’s) blazer. He hadn’t met his eyes yet, fully expecting him to be disappointed or underwhelmed. Instead, he felt a finger lift his chin up to face the boy standing in front of him.

“I think your plenty interesting, Sero-chan.”

It was only now that Sero seemed to notice how the morning, sleepy light flooded into the classroom, making (y/n) glisten and glow like an angel infront of him. His finger was still on his chin, but he was harboring a soft, clad smile, full of genuine interest and kindness.

The raven haired boy broke out from his trance when (y/n) peeled off the tape from his button up and stuck it tentatively onto Seros nose. He flinched slightly, before his cheeks burned a pinkish color and (y/n) ruffled his soft, black hair.

“I’ll see you later, yeah? Let’s eat lunch together.” And with that, (y/n) walked away, probably to ask the boy with the glasses what his quirk was. Or maybe the girl with the earphone jack ears.

Sero knew that he were probably just being nice, but he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit special. He felt the genuine admiration flow from his voice as he smiled warmly at him, and complimented him.

He peeled the piece of white tape from his nose, holding it close to his face for a long minute. He chose to ignore the pounding, fluttery feeling in his chest as he stuck the piece of tape onto the edge of his table.

That single, offhanded compliment was how the ever-plain, flushed, Sero hanta, became hooked.

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Kenma x reader - I Like You

⚠️warnings - weepy kenma, none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Quiet was always kinda nice, especially for Kenma. Not so much (y/n) though.

Kenma sat propped up against his pillow, playing on his tv with the controller resting on his lap. (Y/n) sat across from him, sprawled out on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. When Kenma said he wanted (y/n) to come over, he expected them to yknow...actually hangout together.

After another minute of deafening silence, with the occasional ring of kenmas video game, (y/n) decided he could take no more. He wanted cuddles, damnit.

“...say, Kenma,” (y/n) heard a pause chime in Kenmas game, taking that as his cue to continue.

“Do you love me?”

There was more silence, before the pudding head looked away bashfully. “Mm...you already know it, right....”

“Well...yes,” (y/n) looked at Kenma, holding a neutral expression. “But I wanna hear your say it.”

There was more silence, before (y/n) took matters into his own hands. He hoisted Kenmas arm up, earning a small yelp, and crawled on top of him, holding his own body weight with his arms as to not crush his boyfriend. He then tucked his arms in between both their chests nimbly once he knew both of them were comfortable.

(Y/n) forced Kenma to look at him, but he shifted his head to the side, slightly whipping his hair onto the boys face. Kenmas hands, having discarded the game controller long ago, brought his hands to wrap around the boys torso in front of him, even if he wasn’t looking at him. (Y/n) eyed his arms gently.

“Y’know...with physical body language and stuff, you have proof you’re liked,” Kenma held his head to the side, but he listened intently at his boyfriends soft words. “It’s super easy to understand.”

“It can be convenient at times, but you can also immediately understand people’s change of feelings. It’s very scary.”

(Y/n) laid his head on Kenmas shoulder, humming quietly before going on with his rant. “But-I told you countless times that I like you properly.”

Kenmas blush deepened with everytime he recalled (y/n) randomly professing his love for him, whether it be on the court, smiling and dicking around like an idiot, or more calmly when he’s walking home with him and Kuroo.

(Y/n) lifted his head to look at Kenma with a heart wrenching smile.

“I do that, because saying ‘I like you’ to the guy I like, makes me super happy!”

He untucked an arm from underneath him and touched Kenmas face scarcely. “Don’t you think that?”

Kenma finally faced (y/n), gripping the arm holding his cheek with furrowed brows and a blush. While he did face (y/n), he didn’t look at him, opting to take interest in a patch of dust just outside his window.

They stayed like that for awhile, until Kenma brought his gaze up the the boy on top of him, who was look at him patiently, with soft, kind eyes.

“I...” Kenmas flushed face couldn’t be any redder. “I like you...”

Kenma kept repeating those words, in various ways such as “I like you so much” or “I..I like you, (y/n)”. He kept at it until his mouth ran dry, all the moisture draining and expelling itself in the form of tears brinking at the corners of his eyes. They taunted him like flames licking at the corners of his pretty face, threatening to spill, if Kenmas throat had not closed up and let him say “I like you” one more time.

Panic hit (y/n) like a truck as he spazzed out on top of his weepy boyfriend. “A-ah! Wait no no no no-I didn’t mean that I was like-mad at you or anything! I was just ranting and stuff oh god-“

He wrapped his arms around kenmas neck, nuzzing into his side with tears forming in his own eyes. “Kenmaaaaa, aaaah Kenma-chan I’m shooo showwyyy!”

Kenma dried his eyes. It was silent again, with the sound of sniffles echoing across the quiet room. Kenma shifted once more, to face his boyfriend, and wrap his arms around him, forgetting about his game or his tear stained face entirely.

“Tears make me tired...” he mumbled, drawing the boy closer. “I want cuddles.”

(Y/n), now happy again, obliged and wrapped his arms and legs around him. The quiet background music of kenmas game played in a non irritating loop, eventually lulling the two boys to sleep.

Hm. I guess (y/n) got his cuddles after all.

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