#when a haha casual fun little idea ends up taking three and a half days of continuous work HELP

[solaestial]

new kids in town 😳

(bonus ver without omori ui under the cut)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I make a one shot request of Ena Dream BBQ, Meanie Ena x Fem Reader when Ena is jealous for Reader?

Reader can be a human that somehow got in this unique world so she tries to socialize with the other NCPs ending up getting along with many of them as she always makes new NPC friends this might make the work more easy but also a distraction as well

I hope the idea isn't too long, if you want to change something I'm totally Ok with it 👌✨️

Hope it's okay that I made these headcanons! Writing characters being jealous is always fun haha

..........

Ena isn't one to get too distracted from her job.

Although ever since you two began your mission in the Lonely Door, she noticed something.

It was happening a lot more frequently--something that, with each instance of it occurring, gave her Meanie side feelings of unpleasantness.

It became hard to stay focused. Even her Salesperson side had trouble acting like nothing was amiss and maintaining her charm.

The problem? It's that 99.5% of the people you've met so far were more eager to speak to you rather than her.

At first you didn't see any issues with this (not that your girlfriend gave you any signs that there are to begin with).

Despite being a human, and therefore being an anomaly in all of their eyes, somehow they are more comfortable conversing with you.

You figured that since you're stuck here, you might as well socialize with whoever you meet--and since language barriers didn't exist in this world, you had no troubles or miscommunications.

Ena said something about how maintaining connections was essential to completing your job, so you didn't see anything wrong with talking to a few clients so casually, especially as it helped you get the work done faster and line more chocolates into your pockets.

You made friends out of strangers fast, all of them wanting to know more about your human culture, and you'd share little stories here and there.

Salesperson Ena didn't mind this so much, although she'd lose her typical sales pitch tone and feel a little disheartened if she got ignored. But anytime you asked her if she was alright, she'd perk right back up.

Meanie Ena, on the other hand...wasn't one to express any emotion that wasn't anger, sarcasm, or strictness. But for a while she stayed unusually quiet, so you had no idea.

Or at least until the moment a client outright dismissed her, pretending she's not there when she's trying to conduct serious business.

"We will do our utmost to assist you, valued customer! Could you direct us to where we may perchance find-?"

"Quiet! Can't you see I'm talking to [y/n] here??" They snap, scowling at her deeply, before turning to you with a smile. "Oh, do tell me that story again. I haven't had a laugh like that in eons!"

"Haha, well..I believe I've spoken about it two...three times now? And besides, I have a good idea about where to go. So whenever you're ready.....Ena?" You turned back to her, only to see that she froze up.

She was stuck in an odd pose, geometric fingers twitching, mouth agape in shock with static white noise filling her eyes.

Of course, you knew that she wasn't exactly...a stable entity. She'd have sporadic movements here and there or do something incredibly insane and act like it's totally normal--or you'd have to deal with Meanie yelling out of nowhere.

But this was new. And rightfully alarming.

A snap of your fingers is all it takes to "reboot" her, in a sense, but that's when you see her paler half's scowl.

Deep down, those unpleasant feelings have finally clawed their way to the surface--and like a volcano, her emotions explode in the face of the customer. As though they called your services a scam and prayed to the Genies themselves that you got fired.

"Your business is no longer welcomed! We're terminating this stupid contract--EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY!! Have a horrible, no good, very bad day, jerkface!!" She grabs your arm unexpectedly and drags you off, bringing you somewhere out in the desert, away from all the people you could possibly interact with.

"Ena! What the hell was that all about?" You dust yourself off, looking annoyed. "We just lost out on a good deal-"

"Screw that!! We have deadlines! Deadlines that were, and deadlines that have yet to exist!! But you're just LAZYING around! Cozying up to these ungrateful shits!! We can't get distracted when we're trying to find the Gen--bathr000-oom." She paces around, trying to keep her head from literally spinning out of control.

"....I thought you said having a friendly demeanor was great for boosting our services." You frown. "Unless...you think I'm being too friendly with them?"

"......that's...irrelevant.." She mutters, but this time she doesn't sound so sure of herself.

Judging from the way she hugged her torso and glanced away from you, you had a feeling something else was going on.

And just like that, it suddenly clicks in your mind.

"Wait. Ena, are you....jealous that they're talking to me more?"

She says nothing, although her small huff gave you the answer you needed.

Well, it made perfect sense. She's had quite a negative reputation--one so bad that people acted rude and were more than okay with ignoring her presence--yet she didn't wanna elaborate on why that is.

But you loved her regardless of what others think. She was the one who showed you this wacky world and all it could do, doing everything in her power to make sure you felt welcomed here, and you've put your trust in her.

And you trust that in due time, she'll be comfortable enough to explain everything.

For now, business calls...but apparently she was battling a distraction of her own, one that you are now aware of.

"Oh, why didn't you tell me that sooner, honey?" Pouting, you pat her humanlike shoulder. "I'm sorry. I would've eased up and kept things strictly professional had I known. I didn't mean to make you feel ignored."

"It's...It's fine. I-I got carried away, too...so it's not all on you." She mumbled, fidgeting with her hat. "'m not gonna stop you from making friends.."

You've never seen Meanie so quiet and flustered before--this was a rarity.

And in all honesty, it was quite cute, but you didn't wanna say that out loud-

"Cute?!! Did you just....I'm not...!!!"

You blink, having forgotten that sometimes she could hear your thoughts. Yet you weren't ashamed. "Hey, I stand by what I said--erm..thought. It's cute how jealous you easily get. But I feel really bad, still. So....lemme make it up to you." You kiss her paler side, watching as she glitched out a little, her scowl faltering into a look of shock.

Luckily she didn't have a total system crash.

That's right...she was also getting used to this whole "affection" scene.

"Am I absolved?"

Her reply is a very glitchy and distorted "yes".

Froggy called a few moments later, but you picked up the phone instead as she was still simmering in her embarrassment.

"How's the mission coming along? This smoke is clogging my eeaaaaars..."

"I know it sucks, but we're making good progress."

"That's a relief. But where's Ena?? She should be picking up!!"

"She's fine." You glanced back at Ena, who was now sitting on the ground, her Meanie side staring down at the list of tasks--only to hide her face behind the paper when she caught you staring.

But you just shake your head in amusement. "We're just...taking a short break."

"Eh?? I can sense you smiling. What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing at all."

[obeymeluv]

Isnt devildom liquor weaker than human world liquor? Mc had beat Asmo in a drinking contest. How do you think it they'd act, completely hammered in the human world. I think harder liquor means stupider drunks.

Spoiler alert to the in-game MC’s “heritage” reveal. You know, the descendent/reincarnation thing. If you know, you know.

Below: Thoughts on Devildom liquor + the specific incident Nonnie is talking about with Asmo in game + THE ACTUAL ANSWER TO THE ASK. My bad, haha.

My thoughts on Devildom liquor at that point in the game:

The MC is not as affected because they are human/angel. Maybe the angel part fortifies MC and makes it harder for them to get drunk?

Maybe the HUMAN side of MC is what makes it harder for them to get drunk on Devildom liquor? Like...everything in the Devildom is made primarily for demons so maybe there are ingredients in there that specifically affect those with demon blood. Maybe humans don’t have the biology to be inebriated by those ingredients?

I am a little fuzzy on that point in the game but did Asmo pre-game? Like, a lot? Did we ever find out? I could see him being so emotionally distraught that his lovely MC is leaving that he just wants to be sloshed. Maybe he assumed MC beat him in a drinking contest because he forgot how much he already drank?

Maybe Solomon gave MC a heads up that Asmo was down for drinking and gave them a pre-game potion of their own to ward off the affects.

End hypothesis: Maybe Devildom liquor IS strong (for demons) but that potency just can’t translate in human bodies so the bros (Lucifer especially) don’t want MC drinking it because they’re not sure what it will do. They just ASSUME it will do to MC what it does to them.

Other thoughts: Because demons sprinkled little secrets to the humans over the course of history, gave them trinkets and magic and things, I’d like to think they gave humans the idea or process of alcohol-making but are TOTALLY not prepared for the end result. All the flavors, types, etc. 

As far as I understand it (at the point I’m at in the game), travel between the Devildom and human world was widely discouraged until Diavolo could make a program that united the three realms and improved the overall image. So basically everyone has been separated for thousands of years.

What if demons are equally bad at holding human world liquor? I could just see a drunk Asmo being like, “What is this? Sangria? This isn’t what I told them to call it.” as he’s trying to drink and (speed) walk away from Beel, who wants the fruit out of the pitcher.

I could just see them all getting TOTALLY wasted on human world stuff just because they thought “Ahh, we taught them this 5,000 years ago! Of COURSE we can handle it! We invented it!” (spoiler alert: they cannot). Like, I’d like to think their biology works against them here. They heal quicker and probably get over stomach aches and things quicker, so they probably metabolize alcohol quicker to restore bodily equilibrium so they probably get flash-drunk off of just about anything with a decent alcohol content. 

HOW THEY WOULD ACT (AKA: the real question)

The facts: 

They’re all going to be like drunk kittens, big bassy purrs and wanting to cuddle you or scent you. 

They’ll basically curl up in a pile together; you occasionally have to move body parts (so no one suffocates). 

Do a head count every now and then, give them some crackers/carbs when needed, and put water all around them like a summoning circle because when one of them wakes up, all of them will and they’ll act like big babies

Put a bucket near Lucifer and Asmo, they’re sympathy pukers.

Levi and Belphie need total sensory deprivation when they wake up. You may only breach the darkness to bring them things to settle their stomach and anything to kill the headache

Just give Beel bread and anything like Gatorade/Pedialite. He’ll help you with the others after three loaves or so.

Asmo will be especially pitiful and demand you take care of the others first. Once they’re decently able to take care of themselves he’s near teary-eyed, demanding tummy rubs and tell him he’s still pretty even though he feels awful. Please get him a sheet mask.

Mammon’s not functional enough to help with anything major but he’s standing the next day so he rubs that in everyone’s face. He’s the one shuffling around with a half-eaten sandwich, looking for any comfort item (heating pack, cold wrap for his head). He will demon screech at you if you touch any of the lights in the house.

As Mammon comes to, he demands dim lights and acts like a grumpy mom. He’s making porridge and they better shut up and eat it. Says it’s for him but there’s a suspicious amount of bowls nearby.

Satan just swears he’ll never drink again (like always). Dutifully waits for porridge. Spends most of his time letting cold water run over his head. Can’t spend too much time hunched over because he gets nauseous. Baby him a little. Find a way to let his head float in a bit of water where he can lay down and he’s as quiet as a mouse. 

Who can drink the most? (Best to worst - my opinions only)

1) Beel (body mass helps), 2) Mammon (party king), 3) Asmodeus (huuuge history with mixed drinks. Boy is READY), 4) Lucifer, 5) Satan (neck and neck with Lucifer - casual drinker only. Even wine is rare for him), 6) Leviathan, 7) Belphie (usually sleeping instead of drinking). 

Lucifer:

We’ve seen little gags about how ‘Lucifer got drunk and unplugged the router’ so this guy’s either going to be super cuddly, a hot mess, or both

You know the people who fluff their hair, comb it back, undo a tie or some buttons and just get comfy as they drink? That’s Lucifer.

He’ll smile a bit more, laugh a bit more, and there will be some color to his cheeks

He’s not sloppy, just cozy. 

Drunk Lucifer is not overly loud but he is honest. He won’t throw himself into groups or pester all the brothers, but he’s up for some accidentally-heartwarming one-on-one

When he’s drunk he’ll lay his head on your shoulder and let you play with his hair

Will not win any drinking games. Is actually a lightweight compared to his brothers (see best > worst drinker, above).

Mammon:

GO BIG OR GO HOME! MAMMON’S HERE TO PLAY FOR BIG MONEY! (AKA: bragging rights that he can handle more than his brothers)

He and Asmo are quick to get the drinks flowing because they want to try shots of everything. 

He and Asmo are pretty good at matching brothers to drinks and tasting subtle notes, things like that

Show Mammon beer pong once and it’s done. He’s betting the brothers he can whoop them and is somehow able to pull off ping pong ball math to get Lucifer shit-faced real quick (might do it even faster if Belphie or Satan slip him some money)

The type to be like “Bet you I can hit that cup right there--third row, second from the left.” and can do it flawlessly. You have to give him head pats or $5, that’s the rules.

He’ll be one of the bros you have to chase around and make put his clothes back on. Boy will try to strip and strut

Will definitely hoard his favorite bottle (picked it on smell) and spend a majority of the time trying to drink it and avoid the bros. (”YOU CAN’T MAKE ME SHARE IF YOU CAN’T CATCH ME!”)

Leviathan

Not the best drinker. Not a frequent drinker at all.

His envy makes him drink because as he starts to go on a tangent about how ‘it’s not fair! Everyone’s having a good time!’ when he realizes it’s as easy as picking up a drink. Like...he can join in too.

Levi won’t grab himself an alcoholic drink because he’s a nervous over-thinker. Asmo or Mammon will just hand him a cup like the resident Liquor Fairy and he trusts their judgement

The first one to let his demon form out just because the liquor is a little warm in his belly and he feels like he’s flying? Also comfortable?

The excited drunk who goes on animated, slurred rants

The loud laugher

He’s honestly so adorably animated that anyone who knew him would be surprised? He seems far from a shut in

Trade off: he can’t hold his liquor well

Boy probably trips on his own tail or thinks something snagged his ankle to bring him down when, in fact, he just fell down

Sways when he sits

When he’s done, he just wants a nice comfy lap to lay in and maybe play with his hair. 

Like Lucifer, liquor will make him confess all his feelings. 

Watch out for the tail. It will be all over you when he starts to lose the ability to wrap it around himself.

Satan:

It’s a toss-up as to whether he gets drunk before Lucifer or vice versa. I’d like to think his tolerance is slightly higher since he might run in the same circles as Asmo, but he is a part of Lucifer so I’m sure it balances out

He’s a drink snob and this is what hurts him the most. He goes to fancy tastings and random things he’s invited to, but this is a drop in the bucket

He’s never gone hardcore before because he’s afraid he’ll be prone to anger

He’s not. He’s actually a lot like Levi. He just wants to smile and laugh and have fun.

The one who knows a lot of random/interesting stuff and has unexpectedly awesome party tricks

He and Asmo act as instigators and somehow con everyone else into getting drunk. It’s mostly because he wants blackmail material, but he enjoys the mind games

He’s the one you’re going to have to carry BUT he’s super chill when he’s having a good time. You want him to wear a lampshade? Okay, but only if you call him Enlightened One (get it?)

Makes bad jokes. Lucifer definitely laughs

The one that randomly dances with someone at the party. But it’s a fancy dance or slow dance, not something crazy

Will try to prove he’s not as drunk as he is by reading or reciting something and just breaks down into snorts and giggles

Cat Mode: Activated. He wants to be all over you. Hug him and play with his hair, please.

Asmo:

Asmo isn’t really different from his usual self.

He’s a little social butterfly, making his rounds and checking on people

He’s the silent, sneaky drunk. No one notices he’s drunk until his face starts getting red and his eyes get glassy

The quiet cuddler. Just progressively gets closer to you until he’s resting his head on your shoulder, hugging you from the side and asking you to give him his drink.

Would be the happiest person on the planet if you literally just held his drink up to his lips and let him drink it when he wanted to. You just love him so much?! You’re so thoughtful?! He wants to cry

Guilty party #2 for ‘chase him around and make him put his clothes back on’

Next in line for ‘Liquor makes me tell the truth and my darkest secrets’.

Will try any activity at the party and will dance at least once with everybody

If he gets in a fight, that’s because someone doesn’t respect what he put on the party playlist. He knows good music, okay?!

Has a personal goal to steal one drink from everyone, drink it before they realize, and hand them back the empty cup as he slips away. Something about it just amuses him.

Wants to leave lipstick/lip gloss kisses on people. Thinks they’re the cutest accessory!

The one who loses something at the party and makes everyone look for it the next day

The one who’s passed out in a random spot and no one has the heart to move them but everyone checks on them to make sure they’re safe. When everyone’s turned in for the night, he is safely moved like the precious baby he is.

Beel:

The one who takes the longest to get drunk. You don’t know if it’s because of his build or how much he ate to offset the alcohol

Unofficial baby sitter of the group. Pays special attention to everyone but Belphie, Asmo, and Levi in particular.

Not super loud. Just vibes and enjoys time with his family.

He’ll participate in the party activities because he does have that competitive streak but he’s not as invested in it as Mammon. If he wins at least once he’s proved his point and is on to something else

Surprsingly, #3 to ‘you might have to chase him and make him put his clothes on’. Drunk Beel is convinced he’ll get over the alcohol faster with less clothes because of temperature regulation and something that doesn’t really make sense because he’s slurring

Will drink more if Belphie is nearby or if he can hold onto Belphie. Taking care of Belphie and knowing he’s okay (in a tactile way) makes him a little more carefree. 

Doesn’t really confess like the other bros but he’s the one no one can really hear talking because his purr takes over everything. His purrs are so loud and deep! Big boy is truly happy

Drunk Beel is affectionate as ever and this is where you learn that demons can express affection by licking people. Most of the bros end up with a Simba-style mohawk. It’s just one lick but Beel’s got a long tongue and it fucks with hair real good.

Will jump in for a song or two if karaoke is a thing at the party. A really good singer but wouldn’t do it unless he had a decent amount of alcohol in him.

He’s the type to trip over stuff trying to help clean up. If he falls down he says he’s just ‘taking a break’ and will ‘help in a minute’. Might not get up again.

Once Beel lays down, Belphie, Satan, and Levi drunk crawl/stumble/slither over to him for warmth. This is how the cuddle pile starts.

When he lays down, if you get anywhere near him, he’s begging you to lay down with him. Wants to whisper little compliments and lovely things. A big sap. Handsy but will definitely know when to lay off and will listen if you get uncomfortable. 

Belphie:

Honestly, doesn’t really drink. He’s more interested in the nap.

His biggest motivation is to get the others drunk so everyone’s quiet and he can sleep. Definitely wants Lucifer blackmail.

He’ll have a few things but he prefers a lot of something mild versus a mix or a few shots of something super potent

Will try the funnel drink challenge.

The third enticer. He wants to work everyone up (Lucifer especially) and get the booze going.

Borrows off of Beel’s body mass and ability to handle alcohol here and there, but it all catches up with him eventually

The type to have really diluted drinks because he’s already sleepy by nature and doesn’t want to faceplant with a shot glass.

Will slow dance with Asmo. When Asmo starts to struggle with his weight as Belphie gets cozy and sleepy, Beel steps in and you just see the twins purring and warbling to each other as Beel just scoops him up and lets him sit on his hip like a toddler.

Another one who wants to slither into your lap and take all your attention.

The type to do random shit like boop your nose and giggle about it.

The one who doesn’t want anyone else to touch you. If he’s laying on you then the others need to leave you alone. It’s not hard to understand!

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

S3 ep5

Current emotional status: FEAR

Cthulu Max has been on the rampage for a whole week!?

Ew, the narrator

Oh man, are they sending the airforce after him?

I really like Cthulu Max's design

Momma Bosco 💗

Oh hey, Norrington and Papierwaite are alive.

Superball are you saying you tried to send the Maimtrons up Max's--

Also he's acting president while Max is... deposed of.

Superball is only giving Sam until 6am :(

Featherly!

"Wandering around the moleman tunnels is no fun without Max."

"You got it all wrong, we're trying to help Max." "We will help him... to a generous serving of ass whooping."

"That is one rabbit who will be multiplied... into 2,000 smoldering pieces."

Carol ran off with Blustet

"I only want her to be happy, is all." Aw, Curt

Superball just admitted to having separation anxiety from Max

Ok Momma can't come but Papierwaite and Norringron can.

I like Norrington :)

GASP

Is it?

It is!

SYBIL!!!!

RETURN OF THE QUEEN

Oh, she is very pregnant

She was a wizard at one point?

She's gonna help!

Superball there's no such thing as acceptable losses

Abe has his body back

"Four score and seven tons of raw power"

HE CAN FLY NOW!?

Sybil, I love you, but why did you mod someone else's car???

Grandpa Stinky I love you

Oh, he just handed us the recipe for once.

Asdfff the spore maxes swarming Grandpa

They stole Grandpa's hotdogs

"We must feed the host! Piglets and sphinkters make us stronger!" "We regret nothing!"

Grandpa hasn't slept in three years

Sam just casually taking the last of Grandpa's corndogs

The spores are trying to get it

Lol Sam slapped them

Sal's alive!

He's hiding from Sam :(

Lol we can control Cthulu Max with Corndogs

Ew, the cornstarch got mixed in with the giant puddle 🤢 Looks gross

Love how Sybil completely ignores the Flaming Max head

Also the look of disappointment on the spore's face made me laugh

Fifth trimester???

The way the one Max spore by Grandpa's truck is bobbing in circles with his mouth open is making me laugh.

Sam showing concern for Sybil because she’s preggers 🥺

Her being pregnant with Abe's child implies that statues have working genital in this universe

She put a weiner scented airfreshener in the desoto

At least Sam and a Max spore seem to like that (of course they do)

"Sybil you're the best!" Hell yeah she is!

Sam's mind went to the color bar codes to prevent being traumatized by Sybil's oversharing

We drowned the desoto

Asdfgh Sam just botched slapped one of the spores for trying to say "that's none of your damn buisness."

Ew, Max's spine is pointing out

Oh hey, Satan and Jurgen

Why is Jurgen wearing his old fashioned clothes instead of his emo clothes?

Lol Sam snuck into frame to shout "Go Mets! New York rules!"

"--besides it's just a good and noble thing to do." "You're not familiar with my previous work, are you?"

"Sam, what happened to you to make you so cynical?" Gee, Jurgen, I wonder what could have possibly happened.

Oh so the water tower counts as vegetable oil because Momma did something to it

Pfft we can replace Satan's microphone with a corndog

Omg they jumped off the building to avoid Max

Oh, they're fine, and the oil is in the giant puddle.

I'm thankful to Featherly for giving us an egg but I'd have preferred not to watch him lay it. Granted it was just in a cartoon way but he still made weird noises

Also TRANS FEATHERLY 2021

"I desperately wanted to see that, sir. Ask him if he'll lay another one."

Oh hey, the Flaming Max heads helped heat up the giant desoto corndog

Since I'm playing this in 2021 the Maimtron's song references are super dated, which defeats Superball's efforts

Oooh! A unique opening sequence???

Oh this music is jazzy af

Sam really doesn't like the Max spores

Sam how do you already know what Max's insides look like???

"Even when he's not a collasal monster Max's food comas can last for weeks."

Ok we wake Max up with the coffee beans, right?

Yup!

The gi Max spore is so sad he doesn't get to come 😢

"But I'm a horrible monster!"

"I suppose Max's brain always looks like a living room?" "Well, Max is host to all kinds of weird parasites, and he likes to he a good host!" WHAT

No really, this brings up so many questions about lagomorphs. Are they some kind of Symbiote or something?

And a previous episode confirmed Max is amphibious

Max has tumors!!!

It shocked Sam!

"Eugh! Get away fake Max!" "Do you find my warmth... alarming, Sam?"

"What do nightmares taste like, anyway?" "Pepsi"

Max wants to be author 💗

He also writes fanfiction about Flint 🤣

I'd unironically read his books.

Tina Belcher voice: Friend fiction

Max has an experimental fusion jazz band???

"He just killed a great white shark--"

Max being completely unable to describe a woman is very gay of him. Good for him.

Max's brain teleported everyone to different parts of the body.

Found Sybil in the gym/legs

The brain is broadcasting Sam's thoughts???

Sam couldn't think of a joke for the medicine balls :(

"Wow Max is looking pretty buff. Would it be too weird if I asked him to turn around?"

Sam! Stop thinking bad things about Sybil's pregnancy she can hear you you putz!

She's upset with him now

"Can you believe this guy?" "I find the entire situation to be very contrived and misogynistic." Same spore Max, same.

Sam stop being so mean omg!

"I changed Sybil, I totally get the whole parenthood thing now." "Really now?" "Tax deductions."

In Max's inventory now

Y'know, I never really thought about it as a storage house

Hit The Road reference :3

Baby roach hatched in

"Pa..papa?" "Now I am little champion, now I am!"

Max has a Maximus shrine

Sam turned into a roomba!

Aw, he named it Sam Jr 🥺

We won Sybil back through his love of Sam Jr

Found the conjoined twins

Huh, Max lost as eye. Does that mean he has a glass one, or do lagomorphs have regenerative abilities?

Pfft we have to play twister to control his arma

The brain is messing with things again

Oh, we need a roach to operate the game because of radiation

Well, let's kidnap Sal

Oh, poor Girl Stinky. She's really going through it

Aw, Sal feels bad

Sal?

Honey, are alright?

He's dying???

He's not immune to irradiation!?

Oh no, he's gone

I'm so sad 😞

Gotta pick up Sam Jr. Before I control Max

They mad Max do a magical girl pose

Ugh the narrator is back

Wait, what?

He's Max's brain??? SUPEREGO???

WHAT

"I was always ignored" Yo if my super ego was as pretentious as you I 'd ignore it too 😤

He wants to kill himself and Max???

I know Max had a self loathing complex but holy shit

The super ego is perfectly fine with destroying half the east coast what a jerk

Just noticed Sam's tie is red. Had no idea about this while drawing PI!Sam lol

We have to help Max get his memories back to use the ASTRO projector

Skunkapes has three Sam clones imprisoned

Sam had canon ocd?

Gasp Gordon???

No, it's Sammun Mak

I love him, little child tyrant

Just make him a mobile brain in a jar and let Sam and Max adopt him

Why is Grandpa here?

He isn't talking like Stinky

Too polite

Sam sees it too

He's a space gorilla

They switched brains?

Found the cloning g chamber

Let's go to Momma's first

CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME

Superball is "wracked with guilt"

"Keep it together Superball. Sam will be able to save the day. He always does."

Ok, let's go to the cloning facility

I'm still thinking about poor Sal yo

FLIIIIIINT!

He's punching space apes!

Girl Stinky really playing up the evil Mistress role

The doggleganger has a bomb on him!!!

Wait so Girl really is a mermaid??? I thought that was just her aestetic

God I love Flint

Haha we tricked Skunkape with scooby doo villain tactics

Got the robot

Her water broke... and it was pennies

Max wants to save Sybil! 😭🥺💕

Super Ego is here

Oh now he wants to save Max

The only thing here are those records

Super Ego waved goodbye

Cthulu Max is cute when he cries

Wait What?

His head is on fire!

The maimtron hit him!

He waved goodbye... and teleported away.

He exploaded!!!!

He promised he'd take Sam with him and he didn't!!!!

AAAAAAH

I thought the dead Max thing was popular angst fanon fic thingy!

We're cloning Max?

It didn't work 😭😭😭😭😭

Superball ran off crying

Oh God the credits are just Sam walking sadly what the hell

He's not even stopping to fight any crime 😢

💔💔💔

God the way he's clinging to himself

What?

The elevator???

MAAAAX

he's back???

Past Max???

He blew his Sam up???

Wait hold on I'm glad they're together again but this doesn't fix anything

There's so much trauma from this season

All the horrible things that happened during 301-304 happened in like 3 days tops, then Sam had to deal with Max being a monster for a week before watching him die!

And the new (?) Max had BLOW HIS SAM UP!!!

And they left the franchise like that for a decade????

What the hell?

I want to be happy but this shit is going to consume my brain for the next week at least what the hell

Aaaaaaah!

Like maybe they really do just brush it off but it feels unlikely

I know Max has a connection with his other selves so it'll be easier for him to adjust but certainly Sam is going to notice the discrepancies since he doesn't get the same deal

Someone told me there were multiple endings hold on

Aw, they walked off into the sunrise together

But still

AAAAAAAAH

[crushzone]

omg can i request relationship hc with kei tsukishima as well

Absolutely, anon!! Only makes sense for the other Tsukki to get his love too. Here’s my relationship with Akiteru HC if you wanna check that out.

I’m also sorry my headcanons always turn into short semi-fic hybrids, I just get too invested in my imagination and Kei was a lot of fun to write for hehee.

Thank you @tedwardos and @nonexistent-social-life for bouncing some ideas with me, and coming up with Tsukkisaur HAHA. You guys are amazing. 😘💞

Being in a Relationship with Kei Tsukishima 👓🦖

How it all began:

Truthfully, I do not see Kei as someone who would fall in love or have a crush on anyone that easily. Therefore, I believe it would be appropriate if you are Yamaguchi’s distant relative who went to the same school.

As we all know, Yams would get bullied often in middle school, and even when he tried to stand up for himself, he gets pushed back down. So that’s why you always try to intervene, physically throwing your body between the bully and your relative with your bravest face.

However, they would just push you aside and go back to bullying Yams :(. You felt pretty dang helpless and very upset that you've been brushed off like a piece of garbage.

So as you are readying to tackle one of them, you stop when you hear an unfamiliar voice behind you. “Lame.”

You turn around angrily, thinking that it was directed at you, but is surprised when the tall blonde boy is looking above you, at the bullies.

One of them runs over to pick a fight with him, but he simply towers over them. Tsukki: “What?�� then at that, they all run away, leaving you and Yams behind. You’re still unsure if he was also referring to you, but when you turn to look at the admiration in your relative’s eyes, you can’t help but look down at the bruises on your knees pathetically. 

All these times you’ve spent trying to protect him, only ends in failure, and then this boy comes by and saves him with barely any effort. You were rather jealous, and felt discredited, so you try to avoid Kei at all costs. Even just the sight of him walking by in the halls irk you.

And to your dismay, you are a little horrified to see that Yamaguchi had befriended him and is now constantly by his side. He’d asked you to hangout with him, and get to know Kei better, but you keep denying his efforts.

Meanwhile, the only thing Kei knows about you is your name, through Yams. But he doesn’t really know or care about you tbh, he’s got other things he’d rather be focused on, like volleyball.

THEN one day, Yamaguchi tells you that he is joining the volleyball team in middle school, and it would mean a lot to him if you go see Karasuno’s match with him and Kei.

You wanted to say no, but you love your relative, so you decided to go.

When you’re there, you never really spoke to Kei, only sticking to conversations with Yams. Then when you get to where the game is, you notice Kei’s awfully silent as he scans the court, not seeing his brother anywhere.

You wonder why he’s grown silent, but then when this one kid stalks over with a magazine in hand, saying that his brother is not even on the sidelines, you decide to shove the kid away because he’s being so annoying.

“Kei...let’s go.” You say, as you try to tug him away from the hood of his jacket. To your surprise, he follows you silently with his head down.

Tbh, you don’t really know the whole picture of what had happened, but he looks so down and vulnerable after the game, so you spent the rest of the day, trying to cheer him up with Yams.

Then the next day, you stop by his class during lunch to see how he’s doing, and is surprised to see that his demeanor had changed drastically. The sparkles in his eyes no longer there, as he ignores you when he steps out of homeroom.

That upsets you initially, but then you realize that whatever had just happened is probably a much bigger deal to him than his rude behavior just now. So you suck it up, and jog up to him, so you can walk to the canteen together, in silence.

He’s never expressed it, but your quiet presence is actually really comforting.

Then the next day, you do that again. And again. Before you know it, it became a thing for you and Kei to walk to lunch together. Sometimes, he’ll be the one to come over to your homeroom before you could go to his. “It’s nothing. My class just got out earlier, so I’m giving your lazy legs a break.”

Yamaguchi notices you and him getting closer over time, and it makes him very happy.

You begin to notice his subtle acts of thoughtfulness, such as when he’ll only eat half of his lunch so he can offer the other half to you; he knows you are absolutely in love with his mother’s cooking. It made you feel really bad because you don’t have a bento to offer him back; your parents are usually very busy so they don’t have time to pack you lunch, but you’ve been okay with that. 

The fact that you love his mother’s cooking also got him feeling a little smug tbh.

Because of this, you’d try to cook something for your own lunch. But c’mon, you are just a 6th grader, unsupervised in the kitchen (lol), so you could only make something as simple as peanut butter and jelly HAHA.

So the next day, when it’s lunch again, and Tsukki offers you half of his food (Or more like, pretending that he can’t finish it and didn’t want to throw his food in the trash), you scramble to pull out your sloppily wrapped sandwich and offer the other half to him with a big grin.

It got him laughing at how ridiculous your sandwich looks, it’s not appetizing at all. 

But just when you’re about to wrap it back up with a pout, he grabs it from your hand before smoothly sliding his food over to you. “This looks awful”, he’ll say as he takes a bite, getting some peanut butter on his cheeks.

You’re surprised he took it, and can’t help but feel a strange flutter in your heart when you see his ears redden, his gaze avoiding yours.

The next day, Tsukki shows up with two bento boxes, and hands one to you with a blush. “I told my mom about your awful sandwich, so she decided to make an extra bento.”

And when you are just standing there in awe at his thoughtfulness, he gets even more flustered as he shakes it around. “Do you want this or not?” 

Of course you took it, and you are BEAMING when you eat. Tsukki can’t help but accidentally smile at how endearing you are. “Idiot.”

Yamaguchi also noticed that btw. So he’s got a plan haha ;)

Ever since that day, Yams would occasionally back out from hangouts or events just so the two of you can spend some alone time together.

You and Tsukki being smarties, TOTALLY notice Yams’ attempts. The first time you figured it out, awkwardness turns on like a freaking switch. Suddenly neither of you know what to say or do, because the idea of being matched is hella embarrassing.

But then you were like, “It’s not weird if you don’t make it weird. We also don’t have to acknowledge his attempts and treat this like the usual.” So at that, you go back to talking like usual.

Tsukki is definitely a lot softer when you are alone with him, he doesn’t tease you AS much and is very thoughtful.

Now that you three are in the same high school, Yams would still do that!! And he is low-key frustrated as to why his plans are working so slowly >:( Get yourself together guys, you clearly like each other!

When you had to buy a bunch of textbooks, Yams got you to go with Tsukki alone and he carried all your books haha. Even went to get your uniforms together, and you helped him pick his size.

You two are around each other all the time, and are very comfortable about it. Everyone in school think you are an item, even teachers and fellow parents. Hell, even your own parents thought you two had been dating since middle school. But no one really brought it up, because....well, it’s not like it’s an issue or anything, they’re all just happy you’re happy.

However, neither of you know that’s what the others had been thinking, so you’re a little confused when people keep asking you where Tsukki is, or when they do the same to him. Like, I’m not his parents, how am I going to know where he is all the time. You may think that, but you both ALWAYS know about each other’s whereabouts somehow lol.

Honestly, you two don’t even acknowledge each other’s looks or changes, when you see him, it’s just him and his sassy attitude you’ve grown accustomed to. Well...and his tall bum, cuz your neck starts to hurt a little more than it usually does whenever you look up at him. UNTIL....DUN DUN DUNNN

It’s Valentine’s Day, and different students all over campus are slipping love notes into lockers, some leave roses on their crush’s table, while female students are handing out their giri and honmei choco to their male friends and crushes.

It totally flew past your head that it is Valentine’s day, so when you walk over to your locker with Tsukki and Yams that morning (you always walk to school together and your lockers are right next to each other’s), you are surprised to see 6 love letters fall from yours.

You: 😳 Yams: 😦 (he’s still a heavy believer in you and Tsukki lol, so he’s worried about competition.) Tsukki: 😶

“I see you got some admirers.“ He says casually, turning to unlock his own locker. Little did you know, he’s trying to suppress his curiosity....and jealousy?? Who could it be? When did they put those letters in your locker. How creepy.

You turn to him, wondering if he also got some letters in his locker, and your heart sinks when he pulls out one, nonchalantly ripping the beautiful packaging with his thumb to read its contents. He flips it around in his hand, trying to see if it’s got a name on it, but there were none.

The entire time when you are in class, you can’t help but wonder who had sent Tsukki that letter. The fact that it was the only one, makes you a lot more nervous too. What if it IS the one...and why would you care so much if it is. You’d be happy for him....right?

Meanwhile, Tsukki’s thoughts are also occupied as he sits in class, by the window. Since when has Y/n been so popular. Will you spend time with him and Yams if you found someone? What about you is so attractive....oh....shit. YEA boy, you’ve ALWAYS been attractive, but he never noticed.

Then lunch rolls around, and you are waiting for Tsukki to meet you by your homeroom, since he’d mentioned earlier that he’ll be the one to swing by. But he never came...:(

And it’s not that he forgot. As he’s about to step out of his homeroom to go to yours, an unfamiliar feminine voice calls out to him, and when he turns around, a girl is offering him her honmei choco. 🤭 He’s SHOOK, but then he quickly realizes that she’s probably the one who slipped the letter in his locker.

Nice Tsukki activated, because I don’t think he’s actually MEAN mean, ya know? “Thank you.” He says, as he takes the chocolate from her with a neutral expression. “But I’m currently seeing someone.”

The girl looks to him with a sad smile, so close to the verge of tears. “That’s ok! I hope you’ll enjoy it though, thank you for being honest!” She says, quickly running down the hall. He felt bad, but he’s more confused about why he had said what he did. That was dumb, I’m not seeing anyone, he scolds himself, walking off to your homeroom while shaking his head incredulously.

When he gets to you, he feels guilty at the sight of you sitting by your homeroom, fingers fiddling sadly. “Why do you look like you’re in some emotional music video?” At the sound of his voice, you spring up to punch his abs jokingly, low key impressed at how rock solid they were haha. “What took you forever!! Did you have diarrhea or something?”

But he never responded, instead, opting to flick your forehead gently before walking off. “Some girl approached me, probably the one who slipped that letter in my locker.”

You let go of your forehead, instead feeling a hitch in your throat for some reason. When he didn’t hear your response, he stops walking. “But I told her I got you guys.”

Your face WARMS TF OUT, but you are hella happy, immediately bouncing up to him. “Is Kei finally willing to show his friends some love and affection?” You tease him as you burst out laughing. You’re sorry for the girl, but for some reason, you’re happy, happy to know that you are not going to lose him to somebody else.

Then during lunch, as Kei’s unpacking his boxes, handing one of his extra bentos to you, his face turns BRIGHT red when he notices this adorable packaging with home made chocolate in it. The note is written in his mother’s handwriting: For anybody your heart decides to give this present to! Love, Mom.

“Are you okay?” Yams asks as he peers over his shoulder, eyes widening when he sees what Tsukki’s been staring at for the past minute. You look over at them suspiciously, already chewing on some food in bliss. “It’s nothing.” He mumbles, quickly tying and setting the bag down. Ok, sus, but you’ll let it pass.

For the second half of his day, he can barely focus on school, wondering if you’d find it strange for him to give you those chocolates. But he’s also a little afraid to go home with it, fearing that he’d make his mother sad. He could eat it himself and lie, but that also feels wrong.

By the time he’s done with practice and is helping the team wrap up the gym, you poke your head in through the entrance with a smile. You also have your own after school club and it usually finishes a few minutes before volleyball practice does, so you make it a thing to walk home with two of your favorite boys.

Also, at this point, you go there all the time, so you’ve become well acquainted with the entire team. It would bother Tsukki how Noya and Tanaka always does some of the dumbest things to try to impress you, or the way the other members would cast longing glances at you, before returning to what they were doing. Even the third years can’t help but smile a little wider and stand up a little straighter when you greet them.

“I’m going to run to the restroom before we leave.” Yams says, when he notices the way Tsukki is fiddling with his headphone cord, constantly casting hesitant glances at you.

Screw it. Tsukki decides, when he’s finally alone with you again. This is my last chance. “Oi, idiot.” He says, tearing your gaze away from the bright moon and the stars that sprinkles the night sky.

There he is, with the chocolate in his outstretched hand, looking hella flustered. “T-Take it.” He stutters, mentally cursing at how embarrassed he is, he can’t even look you in the eye.

Your entire body warms, as you could feel a tingly sensation on your cheeks and ears, slowly reaching to grab the chocolate from his trembling hands, still at a loss for words.

“Kei...” You begin, but he quickly counters, looking away. “My mother made it.”

"Ah...” You respond quietly, suddenly feeling really sad because you thought he had feelings for you.

He notices the sadness in your tone. “And you’re ok, I guess.”

You remain silent for a moment, a smile slowly painting your lips, as you continue to stare at the tiny red box of chocolate in hand. Then he’s caught off guard when he feels your gentle fingers, timidly curling to the side of his large palm. He looks to you in surprise; it was too spontaneous for him to put his walls back up.

“I like you too, Kei.” You respond with a smile, that only widens when he shyly returns your gesture, long fingers curling over yours. “let’s share this! there’s three pieces in here.”

When Yamaguchi returns, the three of you share a piece, humming in delight when the deliciousness and richness of the chocolate lather your taste buds.

Earlier Stages

WHEEEW sorry the backstory was so long, I just think that’s one of the few ways I’d ever see a relationship with him form: through time. 

And like any other aspects of your relationship, both in regards to intimacy and communication, it’s also going to take him some time to acclimate and adjust. He’s doing his best, everyday, mentally beating himself when he fails.

You know how harsh he can be to himself, so you try to cut him some slack by becoming more observant. Constantly teaching yourself to learn his micro-signs and sighing in frustration every time you misread him.

However, Tsukki notices your attempt, and is incredibly grateful. He’ll make things a little easier for you, because he can see how much it stresses you to do so. He’ll try to communicate more, eventually telling you how he feels, though he’ll admit, it does feel very awkward in the beginning. Overtime, you’re both helping each other grow in the communication department.

On days when you have no clue how to read him and is feeling overwhelmed, Akiteru is always there for you to consult! Well...it’s actually usually the other way around tbh.

That being said, you GOTTA be patient with him. He will be sassy, and he will be even sassier when you get into arguments, or when you’ve accidentally annoyed him.

However, because you’ve known him for a LONG time, you’ve learnt to translate his saltiness into kinder words haha. (kinda like what Hinata does with Kageyama lol)

You’re always by him, and apologizing on his behalf when he annoys someone.

However, if the person he’s accidentally annoyed expresses their hatred for him to you, you will always defend him because you know that he’s really great person and that his attitude is just a defense mechanism to prevent himself from getting hurt.

But there will be days when you really wish he could shed that wall and realize that he has friends and families who love him dearly and will support him no matter what. But you know that it’s not something that could happen over night, it’s just a wish that he would slowly walk down that path one day.

You are grateful though, so very grateful, because when Tsukki is alone with you, there is never a moment when he’d allow himself to put up that wall. He refuses, finally finding relief in relaxing his defenses for once, because it can get tiring sometimes. 

In fact, all those walls that he put up, is probably the reason why he can’t really hangout around others for too long, he needs to be alone and recharge. So the fact that he’s able to relax around you, means that his “alone time” will almost always include you.

His eyes remain soft, as he always looks at you with a subtle glint to his golden orbs and an upward curve to his lips.

And when he laughs, he does so freely. Even Akiteru is surprised when he accidentally overhears it from his bedroom.

His mother still cooks you lunch, so whenever you’d go to his house for a study session, you ask her if she could teach you how to cook, and that made her SO happy. It becomes a thing now; you two would cook and sing along with one another in the kitchen before you excuse yourself to study.

His mother and brother loves you SO much. Sure, they’ve known you for a long time, because you and Yams would come over often and hangout, but it’s never been just you and Tsukki. So now that you’re together, they have the chance to chit chat with you alone.

You’re basically like a daughter to his mother, because let’s be real, as much as she loves her sons, she’s always wanted at least another woman in the house to hangout with.

When Akiteru visits home, he’ll bring some interesting comics or things for you to geek out about together. At one point, Kei even got jealous enough that he’d come join you guys by the porch, softly playing his music on the phone.

Speaking of music, he likes to create playlists and sends them to you. Whenever it’s just you and him on your way to the canteen together, he’ll offer you one side of his ear piece, so you can listen to music together on your way there.

You both take your relationship VERY slowly, and that’s perfectly fine. It took you over 2 months into your relationship to hold hands outside the comfort of your homes, and 4 to share your first kiss.

FIRST KISS 💋: It was during lunch break, when you and Kei decide to enjoy your meal at the roof of an academic building. Yams was busy with something else at the time, so he promises to join you a little later. The two of you are alone, ear piece in one ear each, with shoulders and knees touching, then suddenly, you feel an urge to shift your gaze to him. As if your minds are one, he did the same, but instead of feeling embarrassment from your sudden eye contact, you slowly lean to one another, like the ocean, magnetized by the moon, sharing the most innocent, gentle kiss, before pulling back to look into each other’s orbs. It was so gentle, like a breeze that tickles the bottom of your lips when you exhale. It was very nice.

Since that day, the two of you begin to experiment in private, like kissing a little more passionately when you catch him gazing at you again mid-studying. You even tried cuddling, and you LOVE it.

I can’t even begin to express how wonderful it feels like to cuddle someone tall (looking at you, Lev boi 😉), the way his long limbs drape over yours, big warm hands massaging your shoulders comfortingly as you breathe in the clean scent of his sweater.

However, cuddles don’t happen often, except for special occasions when you both feel extra needy or exhausted. He’s never really been a touchy person. Hand holding is fine, but constant cuddling just makes him feel like he’d rather be doing something else.

BUT, here’s the trick. If you request for some song recommendations, so he can play it on his speaker, while you crawl up to him on the bed, with your head on his chest, he’ll never be able to reject you. He’ll readjust himself comfortably, removing his glasses, before turning you sideways to face his chest, as he tucks his chin over your head, legs entwined. If this is the case, you can lay there for hours, listening to different songs until you fall asleep.

Loves it when you wear his oversized clothes, but will never admit it. You know he likes it because he always offer you his clothes when you come over, just so you can be comfortable while studying with him. (I’d never say no to that.)

Also likes it how his scent lingers to you, even when you change back into your school uniform so you can head home.

Just generally a big scent, kind of guy, He’s one of those people who ALWAYS smells good and has great olfaction. Whenever you smell a little like him, he WILL notice, and it always makes his heart flutter, as he stands up a little taller. 

He’ll also walk you home from his house, no matter how late it is, and he will always make sure you’ve gone INTO your house, and hears your lock click, before returning.

Never understands why you always make him promise to text you when he gets home though, but he’ll never forget to do it.

Likes to lean on you jokingly, use you as an armrest, regardless of your height.

Whenever Yamaguchi jokes about how he feels like a third wheel, you’ll always joke back that Tsukki is actually the odd one here, cuz you are related haha. He’ll flick your forehead softly as your punishment.

Your pet names are always something endearingly mean, like “Idiot, sodium man, sassy pants, salt shaker 🧂, or four eyes.” 

His teammates always tease him about you; honestly, they’re all very surprised that he’s capable of being in a relationship, but they’re happy for him. Daichi always has to shush them all down, because it can get a little out of hand sometimes with all of them bombarding him at once.

Long Term:

Post-honeymoon phase, babyyy.

Space, lots of space. You’re both very independent, and are introverts, so during the day, you’ll do your own thing, but he’ll meet up with you for lunch and dinners to spend some time together, in comfortable silence.

You’ve been leaving a lot of things at his house, so he neatly gathers it all into one corner of his room, so you can access it with ease when you sleep over.

Both your parents became best friends, so they’re totally cool with either of you sleeping over, even when it is a spontaneous decision.

You are comfortable to say “no” to one another, and that includes social gathering as well. If Tsukki is feeling too socially anxious to join you for a party, you’re totally ok with that, and likewise, when his team hangs out, he understands that they can be a little overwhelming sometimes.

But that doesn’t mean that you both don’t try. He mentally take notes of all the times he’s said no, and will only do it at times when he really do not feel like it. And if you ever feel like he’s been a little too distant, he wants you to tell him that directly, so he can avoid coming off that way.

Sass level increases overtime because he knows you can take it, lol.

Would totally do something like this to you, regardless of your height.

If you are smol, he will definitely do this too, and Yams will react the same way as shown. >>>>

You’ve grown immune to his sass, and may have adopted some. However, it’ll usually only come out in arguments. You’re still that nice approachable person, who deliver other people’s messages for him, to him (Because they’re too afraid to approach him directly.)

Definitely opens up to you more, if he hasn’t already been, because he knows he can trust you, and trust is a VERY big thing for him. This boy’s got some trust issues, yk?

He’s a little more adventurous now; it used to be so difficult to convince him to go somewhere new or exciting with you, but after years of pestering him to go places, he realizes, as he’s standing in the middle of a hike, lush green leaves surrounding him from all sides, that maybe this is not so bad after all.

You and Yams keep bringing new activities for him to try, and for 70% percent of those attempts, he actually says yes.

LOVES it when you give head massages, but he always complains that you are messing his hair.

Stargazing after dinner had become a routine for you. You’ll both lay, head to head, bodies the opposite direction, with your fingers interlaced next to each other’s heads. Sometimes, you’ll even drift off into a short nap, and he’s fine with that because your hand feels very nice in his.

Your presence had encouraged him to become closer to his family: you two will help his mother pack up and wipe down the table after dinner, while Akiteru washes the dishes. Sometimes, you’ll wave a curious Akiteru over to join you and Kei on horror movie nights. His mother even joined for 1 whole minute, before she leaves, saying that it’s too scary for her, leaving you three to throw some funny/judgmental remarks at how silly the characters are being.

He’s also a big supporter of your interests, though he will never admit or fully show that he is, if that makes any sense. For instance, if you are in the robotics team, he will educate himself on its process and some technical solutions and will help you build your robot at home. When you ask him how he knows about all this, he just responds with something like “I don’t know, I just guessed.”

If you are interested in something more performative, like if you’re into ballet, for instance, he will always show up to your performances with Yams (and Akiteru, because he really wants to see his future sister-in-law killing it). However, he’ll also respect your decision if you tend to feel more nervous with him there, in that case, he’ll just send you a text that says “You’ll do great. 🦖” or “Don’t fall on your bum 🤡” right before the show begins. It always makes you laugh when you read it in his monotonous voice.

You just know that he only uses emojis when he think his texts sounds unintentionally sarcastic or too short. lol. He’s just not too great at texting, ok?

When it comes to cheering for Tsukki, you share the same type of support. You’d LOVE to go to all of his matches, to be there for him and show how proud you are. But if he’s really uncomfortable, then you understand that too.

He secretly loves it when you go cheer him though, it really brightens up his match, especially when he’s in one with a tougher opponent. To look up to the sea of growing Karasuno supporters and see your smile shine brighter than all the others, restores his energy like the sun.

Somehow, Tanaka and Noya always notices when he turns to look at you, so they’ll both cling on to him like monkeys, turning to wave at you. 

You gladly return their gesture, laughing at Tsukki’s miserable face as you pull your phone out to snap a very zoomed in photo of his pained expression to use as his new contact photo LOL. 

“At least, I’m the one in a relationship.” He’ll deadpan, adjusting his frames before walking away quietly with a smug smile. RIP Tanaka and Noya, they’re just rolling on the floor crying for Kiyoko haha.

Also, he has this weird fascination for animals? Well, mainly with dinosaurs. BOTH Tsukishima’s has this fascination, it runs deep in their blood. Oh you prefer whales? Too bad, it’s not as cool.

Whenever Kei recommends some dinosaur-related movies, he’ll try to be low key about his excitement, but you can totally tell that, at this very moment, his body feels like a shell that’s trying to contain the vibration of his happiness. Saying no to his suggestion, will only shatter his little heart. You find this incredibly endearing, for a moment, he reminds you of his younger self, where he would always show up to school in his dinosaur T-shirts.

When you agree to watch it with him, Akiteru ALWAYS emerges out of nowhere, and invites himself to join you. You like to jokingly call them Tsukkisaurs, but Kei will be the only Tsukki to have that name saved in your contact.

We also love some asshole Tsukki moment ✨: He likes to call you Godzilla when you are on your period and is feeling bloated. You were a lil offended at first because, WHICH RENDITION OF GODZILLA is he referring to? It better not be the 2014 one, because it looked a little chubbier than the original.

He confirms, without hesitation, that it IS the 2014 rendition, just to piss you off lol. Then he shows you his phone, to confirm that he had you down as Godzilla on his contact, with this image as your profile:

But if you are actually feeling self conscious about your body that day, he will sigh and pull you to his chest. “Idiot, you look just fine to me, the way you are.”

And he meant it.

He may be inclined to appear indifferent and cynical at times, but he KNOWS you can see right through him. The idea of showing vulnerability to anyone at all, was daunting, but you embraced him with so much love and acceptance, he wishes that he’s proven his love for you enough. 

And he has, you understand him so well. You appreciate all his subtle signs of affection and thoughtfulness, and you would never ask for it any other way. This is him...it’s who he is to you: your best friend and lover, perfectly imperfect in every way.

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What were your favorite things to draw when you were a lil kid?  I knew I wasn’t an artist the moment I started experimenting with pens and markers, and the only image I liked to keep - and was capable of - drawing on repeat was your usual kid’s portrait of a house with a sun and clouds lmao. I never learned how to draw anything else.

Do you think there is something with or around you, like a spirit, angel, ghost or something else? How does this make you feel?  No, never.

Imagine you’re a stranger looking at yourself. What things would immediately catch your eye?  Probably the way I’m scowling at stranger-me staring at me-me.

When did you feel the most confident in your life? Not sure when I’ve felt the most confident, but I typically feel so whenever I get something I’ve been desiring and working hard for, like getting a job offer or being accepted to my dream college or passing a really difficult exam.

Do you think love is needed to have good sex? For some people, no. For me, loving one another is an absolute must. < Yes, hits the nail on the head for me.

Do you think, or want to, die in the city you currently live in? I don’t think it would matter where I die, as long as it’s not from a terrible freak accident.

What is the strangest thing you have ever encountered?  That time I went to Singapore and a sex toy shop was casually blatantly standing in the middle of Orchard Road for families to stroll pass. It’s not objectively strange, of course, but it was definitely a big culture shock. Putting up sex shops in the Philippines is basically a game of who can find the best spot to hide them in.

Favourite soft drink? I never drink soda, so I don’t have a favorite.

What do you like to put gravy on? Fried chicken or steak.

Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking?  Yes, in Palawan.

What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of?  I come from a line of datus from both precolonial and colonial Philippines. The most exciting part about it is that it technically makes me a princess, or at least our local version of princesses haha. I’m also distantly related to one of the three women who sewed the first Philippine flag.

Who depends on you the most? Kimi and Cooper, surely.

Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who?  See two questions above. Coming from my datu ancestors, my relatives also continue to serve in the local government of our family’s province until today. Not that I’m particularly proud of them or show this off whenever I want because they are all very vocal Duterte supporters and regularly engage with him and his family, so *barf*

Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who?  If it ever comes down to it, I’d offer one of mine to my dad, Angela, and either of her parents.

What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? They recognize when they’re wrong and know to acknowledge it and apologize.

What three things do you think of most of each day? Tasks I have to do for work for the day, tasks I have to do for the rest of the week, and financial concerns.

Does/did your high school have pop machines?  No, of course not. Are there schools that are ok with selling soda? :/

Do you know anyone who’s won the lottery?  Not that I know of, but then again these things are shared in secret so there’s always that chance of possibly knowing someone who won the lotto at some point.

Have you ever slept in a water bed? Never slept but I’ve played on one.

How often do you use Flickr?  I haven’t visited that site since I was like 11. Not even sure it still exists.

Who is the last child that you took a photo with?  I think my cousin Toffe, but it was most likely a family photo that the two of us happened to be in. I don’t have a lot of photos with my younger cousins and kids in general.

How often do you wear hats? Never. I always think about getting a bucket hat of my own but I just never go through with it.

Would you ever get a nature tattoo? I never even entertained the thought before. But considering Hayley’s albums and songs have like a million references to flowers, it sounds like a good idea now :)

Is anyone in your family sick at the moment?  My paternal great-grandma was recently confined in a hospital but she’s been discharged. I have a grand-aunt who suffered a mild stroke a couple of weeks ago and is currently recovering.

Where do your siblings work, if anywhere? They are both still studying. If I had to guess, my sister would probably end up in the film, media, or advertising industry, if not a freelance artist.

Where is your favorite place to buy groceries?  If I had the money for it I’d get my groceries at Marketplace, but I’m content with getting ours from SM or Robinsons for now.

Who do you generally talk to the most? Probably my immediate family and my team at work.

Is anyone saved in your phone under a nickname?  Not anymore. I use nicknames on my friends more frequently on Facebook Messenger.

Whose birthday is coming up?  One of my cousins’ birthday is on March 31.

Have you ever ordered from an informercial? No, never.

When, where, and why did a needle last pierce your skin?  Around a month ago when I was embroidering. I usually accidentally prick myself from time to time.

Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success?  Nah, not really my idea of fun. I’m a little weak at problem/riddle-solving :(

How many followers do you have on Instagram? I literally never use my Instagram except to lurk and look for influencers to potentially tap for work. The account was initially my one-photo-a-day-in-2020 dump, but I stopped in April last year and now we’re in 2021 it doesn’t even serve a purpose anymore lmao. But for some reason Bea asked for my account and still followed me (and is the only person following me), which I’m sure she already regrets.

What’s the most recent music video you watched? Thoughts?  Continued the next day. Jessi’s What Type of X. Killed it as always.

Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? Never.

What makeup products are your go-tos?  None.

Are you going to school this year?  No, not anymore. I did that for the very last time in 2020, and I don’t see the point in going back for an MA because I feel like I’m already covered.

What is your favorite water activity? I’ve only ever tried kayaking, but that was a very pleasant memory.

What are your favorite video games? I’m not a super passionate video game fan who’s always up-to-date, but I do have a soft spot for games I bonded on with my family when I was a kid, like Grand Theft Auto (very inappropriate for a kid to be playing, I know lol), Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Mario Kart, and Smash Bros.

Do you like jello? I never got over the texture, so no.

When was the last time you gave someone "the finger?" Not sure when exactly but it happened recently, maybe a week or two ago. I suddenly thought about my ex and flung both fingers around just for myself lol.

Have you ever held a snake?  Yes, I got the chance to hold and take a photo with one on my trip to Bali. I was the only willing one in the family.

Most unique place you’ve ever been to?  Baker’s Hill in Palawan is what I would imagine seeing if I ever took drugs and had a trip of some sort. Most random place ever.

If you were a superhero, what color would your cape be?  Continued from...I don’t even know anymore. Just know it’s been nearly a week since I first started this, lmao. Idk maybe gold.

Have you ever slept out on your porch all night?  We don’t have a porch. We do have a rooftop and I’ve fallen asleep there a couple of times. I only do so when the climate is cold, though.

Do you like horror movies?  Sure, but I haven’t watched any in years. Just have never been in the mood for it for a long while now.

What’s your favorite Coke product?  Blech, I hate soda.

Watergun or water-balloon war?  Water gun. I’ve never been hit by a water balloon but I imagine it hurts?? so I wouldn’t want to experience it if I never had to.

Do you know anyone that’s afraid of elevators?  I know my sister and grandma are claustrophobic but they’re not ~deathly~ afraid of elevators.

Is there anything in your room that belongs to a boyfriend, or a friend of the opposite sex?  I don’t think any of my guy friends have lent me stuff that I got to take home, so no.

Who’s your favorite Beatle?  I was never a fan. I remember pretending to be, back when liking The Beatles made you look all cool and hippy and trendy... but I honest to god just couldn’t get into their music.

Have you ever texted an ex whilst drunk? How’d that go?  Yeah just once, super super way back when I was still thought remaining friends with her was the way to go. It was fine, I didn’t message anything horrific and we were both chill about it the next morning.

Do you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss your boyfriend?  I don’t have a partner anymore but yeah, I used to. I think? Maybe? I barely remember anymore. I definitely did have to tilt my head up quite a bit, though.

Have you ever been tackle-hugged? I can’t remember if I’ve received one. I’m usually the one who gives them.

Have you ever rejected someone’s kiss before?  I don’t think I’ve been in this situation before.

Is your mood or the overall tone of your day often affected by the dreams you had the night before?  Just for like the first half hour of waking up, especially if it was a nightmare or a triggering dream. The more I wake up the more the dream fades away, and the sillier it feels that I was affected by it.

Do you think that there are any positive aspects or outcomes of suffering from a mental illness? If you have a mental illness, do you think it has changed you for the better in any way?  No. Sugarcoating mental illness doesn’t sit well with me at all. I know I’ve learned to be gentle and understanding towards other people because of the emotional abuse I’ve received in my own relationships, and I absolutely hate that it’s because of mental illness. I shouldn’t have had to learn to be kind because I was treated shittily first.

What is your opinion on celebrity culture and celebrity worship? Have you ever been guilty of putting a celebrity on a pedestal? Do you think it’s somehow more acceptable/understandable to obsess over certain types of celebrities (musicians over YouTubers, say) than others? At what point do you think an obsession like that crosses the line?  I sometimes think it’s silly when fandoms fight and defend their favorites as if they know them personally, but I’m heavily into my fair share of celebrities and I honestly don’t see anything wrong with it. As long as you’re not hurting anyone or doing anything stupid like stalking your favorites, you do you.

If you were to pursue a career in photography and had the opportunity and means to photograph whatever you wanted, what would most like to photograph?  People.

Is there a certain type of clothing (outerwear, activewear, loungewear, etc.) that you enjoy shopping for more than others?  Cute tops.

Are you ever afraid to post your ideas, artwork, photography, etc. online for fear that they will get stolen or not credited?  No, because I am not even creative in the first place and can’t make any form of art to save my life.

When is the last time you did something sexual? Last night.

Who is the last person you showered with, if anyone?  My ex but that would’ve been ages ago. It was super rare that we absolutely had to shower together.

What do you think when you see roadkill on the side of the road?  Sad and kinda disgusted if the guts are out, but also relieved that they don’t have to suffer in pain anymore.

Have you ever had an ex that just didn’t understand that it was over?  Yeah, me. Luckily I came to my senses a few months ago and have felt better and been better ever since.

Are your fingernails currently short or long?  They’re unequal lengths because I’ve been either biting or picking at them over the last few weeks, but for the most part they are long enough to need to be clipped.

Would you rather have big or small dogs?  Big.

What is your favorite sports drink? I don’t drink any of them, so none.

What was the last compliment you gave a guy?  I told my dad the dinner he made tasted excellent.

Does your jaw ever crack, pop, or lock?  I don’t think my jaw has ever made a sound before, hahaha.

Have you ever thought of how you would give your kids “the talk”?  No, but I think it’s also relevant to note that I live in a very conservative country where sexual intercourse is never discussed, especially within families; and that it’s virtually unheard of to hear of people until my generation to have been given the talk. I had to find out all by myself, and I remember being very confused when we were being taught the reproductive system in fifth grade because they only taught about the organs and their functions, and never anything deeper than that.

Luckily the last conservative generation was Gen X, and younger generations have been a lot more open-minded. And if I had to guess, I’m fairly certain Millennial parents would be more willing to give their kids the talk.

Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on something?  I mean, my 20s, thanks to Covid.

Do you ever write/draw on windows that are fogged up?  Yes.

If you were married, and your spouse’s parents became ill, would you let them move into your home? Of course.

Have you screamed in a pillow before?  Probably.

What do you like more, acoustic or electric?  Electric.

Did you actually have a cookie jar?  No.

What’s worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointment is more gut-wrenching. I feel more hopeless and helpless when someone feels that way about me.

What do you bite on more, your tongue, lip, or nails?  Definitely my nails. Lip-biting isn’t a habit of mine and I only ever bite my tongue accidentally.

Do you think that knowing when and how you’re going to die would ruin your life?  No. I would find that comforting, actually.

Do you have a favorite bromance? From TV or a movie.  J-Man and Channy’s from Friends.

Do you find flea markets and thrift stores enjoyable?  Sure.

What color is your wallet?  Pink, but I def have to buy a new one soon as I’m still using the one my ex gave me...

Have you ever been somebody's photography subject? No, and I would hate to be. I don’t like being in front of the camera.

Nicki Minaj fan?  I like a lot of songs by her but I’m by no means a fan.

Have you ever seen the Niagara Falls?  Nope but I would love to.

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3-Ways Are All Fine And Dandy Until Someone Catches Feelings ~ Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

It Was Hoseok’s Fault

Words: 1501

Warning: Mildly suggestive themes, that’s all! (It’ll get way worse with the next part, trust me lmao)

A/N: Ok this is taking me forever to write because there’s so much I want to include, I’m so going overboard on this ugh I can’t stop I love it too much. It’s so much fun to write about this relationship, too. Like it’s almost addicting haha. So basically, I’m writing way too much and so I decided to break it up into parts instead of one long 15k+ word fic. I will post each of the other parts I have finished as I get their mood boards done, all while I finish the hopefully last 2 parts. Anyway, enough rambling. Enjoy, my lovelies! (Don’t worry, “delicious smut” is coming soon (;)

Changkyun is rough. He gives you exactly what you want and he gives it to you hard. He kind of has a thing for biting. Case and point, there have been far too many times when the makeup noonas get frustrated over all the love bites they have to cover up on Hoseok.

Hoseok, on the other hand, is so very gentle. He lets his emotions rule his actions and all he wants is for you to feel good and be content. There was that one time when he gazed into Changkyun's eyes for a little too long while you did something to him that felt a little too good and the poor thing out of nowhere started crying.

But it was times like these that made you value your relationship even more. Your, quite frankly, odd relationship had begun like any other. Just what happened next was not typical. 3-ways are all fine and dandy until someone catches feelings, you know.

It was Hoseok's fault. Everyone, even Hoseok himself, blames it on Hoseok. He'd known about his feelings for Changkyun for far too long to somehow manage to keep them a secret all this time. And you, well, his favorite thing was your laugh and how much he could make you laugh. To know that he was the one causing you so much joy, that was the best feeling he'd ever experienced. Everything else just seemed to fall into place. You never thought you were all that great at puzzles, but somehow, even with all the moving parts and complexities of each other's personalities, all the pieces fit without a problem.

It's funny, you can't remember what life was like without the two of them. You had known all the boys since before they debuted and were close to every one of them. But, somehow, Changkyun was the first to sweep you off your feet. Nothing elaborate. It was actually quite subtle. You were already really close - always together, sitting in his lap or cuddled up on some couch, calling each other before bed and talking into the early morning hours. It became somewhat of an 'everyone else already thinks we're together so why don't we just make this official?' kind of thing. And that was that. But Hoseok ending up in this odd triangle, that's a completely different story.

~~~~~

It was late in the evening. The two of you had been drinking a little and talking. Who knows what the conversation was actually about, the alcohol blurred that from both your memories. It was you that made the joke about a threesome with Hoseok. Changkyun replied with the last thing on earth you expected.

"OK, sure."

You stared at him blankly for a while before he cocked his head and chuckled lowly at you, "What are you making that face for? We both know you wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't really want it. And you know I don't agree to anything I'm not completely sure about. So why are you so surprised I said 'yes'?"

Dropping eye contact to fiddle with your fingers in your lap, a blush started to creep up your neck. "I don't know. I guess the thought of it actually happening isn't all that far-fetched, just a little overwhelming maybe." You heard him chuckle again and a moment of dread briefly flooded over you. "Wait!" Changkyun raised an eyebrow but stayed silent. "You know this doesn't mean that I don't love you any more or that I'm dissatisfied or something right?" He continued to stare at you. It was amazing how sarcastic he could actually be without even opening his mouth. "I just...I'm just…"

"Curious, I know. You don't have to be afraid of this, you know. And I know how much you love me. I don't think you'd tell me half a million times a day if you didn't." Your knitted brows and pouty lips told him you were just being stubborn at this point. Changkyun let out a breathy laugh, "It's fine. We're fine." His fingertips gently coasted over your jawline, luring you in ever so slowly. Lips inches away from yours, he couldn't help but ruin the moment. "But the question is, who gets to give Hoseok this tempting invitation?"

You rolled your eyes as you backed away, knowing full well that this conversation wasn't over yet and you weren't getting that kiss you were craving. Or at least not yet. "Well, it's not like I can seduce him or something. We both know he won't touch what isn't his."

"What am I supposed to do? Have a bro talk with him?" His disparaging tone prompted another eye roll from you.

"Don't be such a smartass." You grabbed your phone off the table next to you and pulled up Hoseok's contact. "If you have such a problem with it, I'll do it myself. It's not all that late. I'll text him to come over for a beer or something." Changkyun made some cynical remark under his breath and you reached for the pillow behind you to swat at him. "Hey, you agreed to this. If you want to back out, do it now before I send this text."

Your thumb hovered over the send button as he hugged the pillow you had just hit him with. "No, I want this, too. I just thought the invitation would be more…" he trailed off, searching for the right word but you knew what he meant.

"What? More hot and steamy and flower petals and all that romantic shit?" He pouted in response. "C'mon, you know he'd get overly stressed about a situation like that and end up just walking out. He's more apt to say yes if it's as casual as possible, without any pressure." Changkyun sighed deeply, his silent admission that you were right, and nodded as a cue for you to send the text. "Like I said, casual, no pressure. So don't be weird about this."

He blinked slowly, "When am I weird about things?"

You tilted your head and, without a word, gave him the same sarcastic look he'd given you earlier. Changkyun contented and his gaze fell to your phone, suddenly visibly anxious for Hoseok's reply. The phone buzzed in your lap, startling Changkyun. You chuckled at him and read Hoseok's response.

You: Wanna come over for a beer?

Bunny: I'm bringing snacks. Be there in 20 o((*^▽^*))o

Placing your phone into Changkyun's grabby hands for him to read for himself, you got up to get an extra blanket and some more beers.

Hoseok had been over for the better part of an hour and the two of you still hadn't brought up your "tempting invitation". You were cuddled up against Changkyun, who was squirming uncontrollably even though you told him not to be weird, and your legs were resting in Hoseok's lap at the opposite end of the couch. The TV was playing softly in the background while the three of you silently sipped at your drinks.

Changkyun huffed loudly and reached for the remote to switch off the TV, "I can't do this anymore!"

Hoseok stared at him, wide-eyed and rather frightened. You punched Changkyun in the side before scooting over to rest your hand on Hoseok's arm and reassure him. "The kid still hasn't learned patience, don't mind him." Glancing up at Changkyun, who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a subtle pout over his lips, you sighed, "I told you not to be weird about this, Kyunnie."

Hoseok began to stand up, "If I'm causing some kind of problem by being here, I can le-"

"No!" You gripped his wrist, "Please don't go. Changkyun and I have something we wanted to ask you about and he's just nervous is all. Please stay." Easing back into his seat, Hoseok studied Changkyun before giving you a questioning look, silently urging you to continue.

You glanced at Changkyun for permission. "Pft, don't look at me," he huffed. "This was your idea, you ask him."

Next to you, Hoseok swallowed thickly, "Ask me what?"

Changkyun flopped onto the couch, tilting his head making eye contact with Hoseok, "You wanna sleep with us?"

Hoseok stuttered awkwardly as your countenance fell. Unable to look at him out of irritation, you breathed deeply. "You tell me to say it and then you blurt out a question like that. Makes perfect sense. God, what is wrong with you?" Turning to the very pale and tense looking man next to you, you waved your boyfriend off and explained everything properly.

~~~~~

After calming the situation and everyone getting all they wanted to off their chests, Hoseok composed himself and, rather quickly, accepted your offer and returned to his normal self. It was decided that the three of you would go out to dinner later that week and try to ease into things rather than just jump into bed with each other. Less awkward that way. Maybe?

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DJ Got Us Fallin’ In Love - Captain Emmett Dutton x Reader (Australia) Modern!AU

@mandy23b - I really wanted to surprise you with this one 💜💙

Author’s Note: SO. Basically, this is a combination of two things. THIS POST and the Modern!Dutton vibes it gives off, and Amanda’s tags on “Starlight” (Which also inspired the song, dontcha know?) *Note: Outfit based loosely on above pictures. Trust you, Amanda😉  .  Disclaimer: Lyrics / Characters not mine, as usual. Idea was a discussion with @3134045126​ so I’ma give her credit here too! ... And the song, as previous, is all Ms.Mandy23b 

Premise: Harbouring a crush on a superior officer is the last thing you’re worried about when he’s as sweet as Emmett Dutton is. If you can get him out this evening, who knows what else you can do...  Words: 2483 Warnings: Drinking / AU

__________ So we back in the club With our bodies rockin' from side to side Thank God the week is done... No control of my body Ain't I seen you before? I think I remember those eyes, Keep downing drinks like there's No tomorrow there's just right Now, now, now, now, now, now Hands up, when the music drops Put your hands on my body Swear I seen you before I think I remember those eyes 'Cause baby tonight, D-J got us fallin' in love again Yeah, baby tonight, D-J got us fallin' in love again So dance, dance, Like it's the last, Last night of your life, life Gonna get you right Cause baby tonight, D-J got us fallin' in love again ---  All it was meant to be was a night out with your girls at the karaoke bar. Sure that bar also gave everyone a break from horrendous (increasingly drunk) singing, because it also had a dance floor, but you weren’t here for that. Whether you would end up on it or not... was another matter... Being with your girls was only one of two reasons you were out here. Because you were hoping to catch the eye of someone else. You could tell just by looking at him that he wasn’t usually the type to come to something like this. But it’d been a couple of months since the far beyond cute Captain Dutton had caught your eye across the mess hall, and whilst passing him today you’d inquired as to if he was coming out tonight; “Oh I-” “I just know a lot of the barracks are going, so I thought you might...” “No it’s, just that I- it’s not really my scene...” “Oh... not even for one night?” Your look did your pleading for you, and he gave a soft sigh and a smile “Okay, one night... now go on, before your drill sergeant catches you.” “Yes, Sir!” You responded with a grin, back straight - before you jogged off to your next drill exercise. You were a tough girl by all accounts and had got into the army through no small feat. Your aim to always add a little feminine charm, and beat all the boys while you were at it. You’d already outpaced a few of them on both running, and obstacle drills - and stood at the end, arms folded behind your back with a little smirk; “What, too hard for you guys?” Sometimes that landed you a little in trouble, but, you mostly stuck to the rules. You did know what was good for you, sort of. And the Captain... He could definitely be good for you.  Emmett Dutton was the quiet type. And if he wasn’t where he was, and at the rank he was at, you would almost say he was the shy type. Maybe he was, maybe he was just good at this. He seemed to make friends with all his peers and you figured, once you started crushing on him, that it wouldn’t be too hard to make friends with him yourself.  Of course, your own friends figured out pretty easily (because you kept staring at him whenever he was in the same room... even when you were supposed to be listening to someone else brief you) that you had a crush. And the teasing became relentless. Luckily it hadn’t spread around the entire barracks yet but, every time you saw Emmett pass by and you gave each other a smile they would sigh dreamily, pretend to swoon and say “Oh captain! My Captain!”. Which only led to them getting punched in the arm - but it wouldn’t be long until people caught on. Especially since you’d started keeping Emmett up to date with your schedule, and he would come around if he had free time to watch you. You had figured out by now that it happened often enough for it to be more than just ‘passing by’ as you often heard him announce to the officer in charge that day. Which only made the girls wiggle their eyebrows and nudge you. “Shut up!” you hissed, “He’s clearly here for—!”  Except, when you’d finished up, he might also decide to catch you and say something akin to ‘great work’. And you had to listen to your friends try to hold their laughter and screeching in whilst still being respectful of his title. Of course, once he was out of ear shot you couldn’t help but laugh with them laughing at you. Emmett was going to get you in all kinds of trouble, and to be honest, you didn’t mind the prospect all that much.  ***  So half your night tonight had been incredibly fun - singing along to every song in the three of you’s repertoire. With the singing becoming screaming and both it, and the song choices, becoming increasingly cheesy & bad as the night progressed and you consumed a little more alcohol. In the end, half of the words were lost to giggling. To the point where, inevitably, they shut down the entire thing for the night and the DJ began pumping out hit after hit. Leaving you all to huddle onto a bench table and chat away. But it must have been at least an hour and he still hadn’t turned up yet... and you weren’t about to sit here and wallow in self-pity (even though you were).  But then in he walked. Looking about as shy and hesitant as you expected. And also better perhaps than you had even seen him in uniform. His shades were tucked into the front of his shirt, even though it was late evening. You wondered if he had managed to take some of the day off since you’d invited him out, then. As today even you had found time to lay on the grass and bask in the sun’s warm rays. It had been a good one by all accounts. It was about to get even better. You hoped. Emmett was wearing a black shirt over white, sleeves rolled up to give further effect to that contrast, dark jeans that looked almost stone washed, and black lace ups - you thought that was likely about as casual as he got. And yet you were almost surprised, with his hair still near perfect, that he looked that casual. Your mood instantly picked up, suddenly alert, you leant forward with a smile. He’d come, you’d asked him to come and he had! He looked around for a moment and to your annoyance, spotted his friends first. “...Ahhh—!!” Both your friends suddenly leant on you as they also noticed him. “If it isn’t your Captain!!” “Shut up!!” You pushed them to no avail but kept your eyes on him, still smiling. He smiled too, and then he laughed.  And your heart fluttered softly; damn this crush... damn him for making you feel this way, and want to fall so deeply into this. Emmett ordered his drink with his friends, still laughing with them - before he turned to admire the rest of the bar. And as his eyes scanned around you realised that he was looking for someone. And then he saw you, and the smile he gave was unlike one you had ever seen from him. He offered a wave “Hi!” “Hey-!” You mouthed back; knowing you were smiling in a similar fashion. “You’re blushing.” You turned back to your girls, both of them staring at you bluntly “What-!?” “Blushing—!” The problem was you knew you were, and now they had mentioned it you could feel your face heating up, but you swivelled back to the bar intent on ignoring their jibes at you... By this time he was sipping beer smoothly, and edging away from his friends. They were pushing his arm and laughing as much at him as your friends were at you. You noticed that he laughed back, and held his hands up like it was hardly his fault. Emmett took a few steps away, then laughed and turned back as they all began cat-calling to him. “Shut up!” You saw him say before he turned back to them and got a little animated as they all started laughing again. From over here you couldn’t hear them but you could imagine the banter. If Emmett was even half as proper in his down time as he was dressed in uniform, then this was likely to cause quite the stir with people who weren’t his friends. So he walked, all the way across the bar, to you. “Hey...” His voice was just as soft as his demeanour “Emmett...” it almost felt strange to call him by his first name, but, he wasn’t the captain when he wasn’t in uniform. “You came.” “Well...” he gave a gentle shrug, “You asked me to, didn’t you? Would you... like a drink?” “I...” you indicated to your own “Think I’ve maybe had... a few too many...” “Oh...” he looked a little disappointed, and took another sip of his own, “...Well then...” he held his hand out “... Dance with me.” “Wh-!?” You probably couldn’t have sounded more surprised as your friends stared at each other in disbelief. “Well, the music is up, if you don’t want another drink and you invited me here, I believe that I should at least offer you a dance...” You took a deep breath, hardly daring to believe this was real, and took his hand; “...And I will accept your dance, Captain...”  As he pulled you from your seat, both yours and his friends whistled - ear piercing enough to cut through the music and have you both laughing; “You must forgive my friends...!” Emmett took your other hand in his as he smiled, “But, um, things like this are a rare occurrence for me...” You giggled, “Maybe I should change that.” A slight blush crossed his cheeks as he bit his lip through his smile; “I - haha - wouldn’t be adverse to that...” You gave a sweet smile, and accompanying wink; “Me either.” “Be careful, you haven’t seen me dance yet!” You both laughed at that; “Oh, Y/N, you must forgive me my lateness... There were a few things I needed to attend to back at barracks, and I was waylaid a little longer than I ought to have been...” You shook your head, “I... I’m just glad you’re here... and I understand...!” It was his job after all, and you knew Emmett would have put anything he had to do for his men first. You gave a grin, “Don’t worry! You didn’t miss much!! Just karaoke!” He laughed, “Oh goodness! How could I?!” You returned a cheeky wink; “Exactly! It was the best bit!” “Well, hopefully you dance as well as you sing.” “Oh no!” You laughed harder “Then you’d be in trouble Emmett!” “Why!?” His smile was still sweet, “Because you would show me up?” “The complete opposite Captain I assure you!” He raised an eyebrow, “Nonsense!” The beat to the next song started and he grinned, “Time to put your money where your dance moves are!!” You had to raise an eyebrow yourself at that, because this man did not appear to you to be a dancer. But, here you were – in civvies – on a dancefloor in a tiny bar having the time of your life.  He took your hands and led you, through jam after jam, after jam. Sometimes he was your dance partner, and sometimes it was nothing short of a dance off. But then the DJ decided to turn it up a notch, and you noticed even his friends and yours, who had been watching you all night, clamour to get out on the floor with you. Emmett and yourself paused, looking around, you recognised the hit another club classic from 2010; “Is this DJ got us falling in love?!” “…That’s subtly ironic…” He mused, with a gentle chuckle. And his eyes fell back to you – your face read curious, even though you picked up on his meaning right away. But the smile on your face transformed into a grin; “…Only… subtly…” And so both of you sang along to every word – and became the literal embodiment of the phrase dance like no one is watching, even though you were both aware,that everyone in this little bar – even those also dancing – were watching you. He moved with you like you’d been doing this for more than just a few hours – but maybe you’d both somehow been able to commit each other’s movements to memory. You weren’t sure you’d enjoyed yourself this much in ages. Hands up, no cares or worries. Only him. Only each other. And this music. *** Top that! You would have said, as everyone stayed on the floor for the next few songs. But you knew it wouldn’t happen. You were having fun out here and although you realised the night was going to end, and likely soon, it was the last thing you wanted to happen. You were both seeing things in each other you’d never seen before. And tomorrow it would be back to formalities and calling him Captain – standing that little bit straighter when he walked by, and keeping everything as respectful as was commanded. No – apparently the evening could be topped. Because the DJ decided to end the night not on another incredible classic that would keep everyone out here. But a ridiculous slow dance. To which the majority of people groaned and evacuated the dancefloor – there were couples here though, that stayed – and friends that decided they hardly cared the type of song, they were determined to be the last ones out on the floor. You thought Emmett would be as likely to pull away too; but he didn’t. Instead he kept a firm grasp on your hand, and as you turned to leave, drew you to him. “No, no… Y/N? You’d leave me at the last song?” “This song?” “…Yes, this song!” “But… Captain I…” “…Emmett.” He held you closer as he corrected you, hand in yours to begin an faultless sway, you guessed this did seem like more of his kind of music, “…You need not be so formal with me.” “In a few minutes that’s exactly what I will have to be.” “Why?” “Because that’s who you are…” “But to you I don’t have to be. Not outside…” Your lips parted as your eyes flicked between his, “Subtly ironic…” “Mmm Hmm…” Emmett was serious. He was talking about dating. He was talking about real relationships. You & him. Not just a crush… “MM hmmm…” You looked away from his gently blue eyes, biting your lip, and could feel the blush raising on your cheeks instead. The song finished and he stepped away from you with a gentle bow. “Thank you.” “For dancing with you?” Your returned his bow with a beautiful beaming smile “…No, Emmett, thank you for coming...!” “It was nothing…” “To me, it was everything…” you let your hand slip from his, but the smile remained. “We should do this again.” “Yes…” He ran a hand through his hair; “And more than once.” “You asking me on a date?” He laughed, bashfully, “I think so…” “Multiple dates!?” you clarified. That laugh turned to a grin, aimed more at the floor than you; “…Yes. I guess…” You nodded in acceptance; “I suppose I should say I can’t wait to see you on the dance floor again?” You got to hear that gorgeous laugh from him again; “...My sentiments exactly!”

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Competition

Shinso x Teacher!Reader

Fluff & Humor; Just a couple of ridiculously sarcastic teachers figuring out their relationship and navigating an (intentional) misunderstanding

Words: 3.3K

Warnings: Very mild swearing

Sometimes, you really believed that full-time heroes had it easy.  Sure, they had to risk their lives daily, but then again, so did you.  As a teacher at U.A., you were all-too-familiar with the fact that danger was a part of the curriculum.  After all, when a hero-in-training screwed up, it was your job to yank them out of whatever situation they found themselves in.  You had a collection of scars stemming from misfired quirks, shrapnel from training-ground explosions, and the occasional struggle to pull apart brawling students.  That wasn’t even the worst part of teaching.  It was the fact that if you failed your “mission,” if you failed these kids, you weren’t just ruining their lives, you were putting the entire country at risk–it would be like filling barrels with gunpowder and just watching them roll into a burning building.

Naturally, this meant that your workdays seldom actually ended with the ring of the final bell.  There was always stuff to do after classes ended–papers to grade, exercises to plan, troublemakers to scold.  Your most recent project involved planning summer training camp for the second years.  The students this year had a diverse combination of quirks, so it was up to you and the teacher from 2-A to devise a program that would incorporate several different training regimens.  Picking the location, creating individualized plans for each student, recruiting pros to act as stand-ins in the moments where the two of you were off making sure everything ran like clockwork–most of the time, you were swamped, working well past dark.  On those nights, coffee and sugar were your lifelines.  You’d set up shop in a 24-hour donut shop and pray that you’d manage to leave before the 3 AM drunks began to pour in through the doors.  This had been your reality for the past three weeks, four days, and seven hours.

Tonight marked the end of all that–after you double-checked all of the arrangements, you were free.  Knowing that the planning was done and that you could finally relax should’ve been a reason for celebration.  Well, it wasn’t.  Not because you were a sucker for suffering and certainly not because two hours of sleep was the perfect amount you needed in order to teach a class full of hormonal teenagers.  No, it was because, despite the long hours and constant stress of the whole process, you actually enjoyed spending time with the grumpy teacher of 2-A.

Shinso and you weren’t friends in the traditional sense of the word—you only ever interacted at school and in these little meetings.  Even so, your banter was famous at U.A.  In the halls, the classrooms, the training grounds–everywhere you met, the two of you were at each other’s throats.  Sure, it might’ve had something to do with your drastically different teaching styles–he was way more of a disciplinarian than you were–but the truth was, it probably because Shinso was the only person you knew with a wit sharp enough to match your own.

“I thought I saw you crack a smile at the sports festival.  Congratulations, I didn’t know ‘Shinso-sensei’ was capable of experiencing actual human emotion.”

“Clever, clever.  Maybe if you directed a fraction of the energy you spend insulting me into actually teaching your class, then it’d be half-competent.”

However hostile the exchanges seemed, all of it was done in good fun–most of the time, you were snickering before you even got through your next comeback.  Still, it was easy to see why some people might get the wrong idea.  In your first month of teaching, both of you were called in individually for a meeting with the principal.  Apparently, however playful you knew your bickering to be, other teachers had a difficult time grasping the...intricacies of your humor.  They thought that you and Shinso genuinely wanted to murder each other.  Even after explaining the situation to Principal Nezu, however, he was adamant that the two of you put an end to the insults.

So naturally, the two of you acted like the smartasses you were and shot off to the opposite end of the spectrum.  If you were gonna have to be nice, you were gonna do it your way, dammit.

“Wasn’t gonna stop by, but after seeing those class rankings, I just had to.  You should be SO proud.  One student in the top thirty?  Wow, what an improvement.”

“Thanks, Shinso.  I really appreciate you walking all the way to my classroom to tell me that.  God, I’m sorry for getting distracted, but can’t help asking: How much sleep did you get last night?  Because I am LIVING for those dark circles.”

You can’t be sure when exactly you started anticipating your little encounters, when it was that hearing the sound of his voice became the highlight of your day.  You don’t know when realized you liked him–beyond the whole “friendship” or “professional admiration” sort of stuff.  Sure, the man was fatalistic, arrogant, and liked to pretend that he was apathetic towards just about everything, but there was more to him than that.  You saw the way he worried over his students–how he’d spent nearly the entire provisional license exam clenching onto the edge of his seat, his knuckles white.  Then, there was his talent for committing the tiniest things to memory.  Trivial things, like how your favorite color was purple.  After you’d mentioned it offhandedly in one of your little “arguments,” you found that every written reminder from him (“Turn in this form today” or “Midterms happening next month”) came on a distinctive, lilac-tinted sticky-note.  He was paying attention.  Maybe it was wishful thinking on your part, but that was the first sign you noticed that, maybe, he liked you too.  

So as you sat in that cheap old donut shop, wrapping up your last “planning night” together, you decided to take the leap.

“If you aren’t too busy scheming up new ways to crush your students’ spirits, then we should meet up again tomorrow.”

“Why, did we forget something?”  Shinso groans, flipping through his papers.  “Cots?  Food?”  He takes another swig of his coffee.  “The students are old enough to figure it out.  A couple days of roughing it won’t kill them.”

“Harsh.  But no, that’s not it.  I’m completely over work; I was imagining something a little more casual.”  You swallow hard, willing yourself to follow through.  You’ve thought about this for way too long to chicken out now.  “Something more date-like.”

Shinso peeks up at you out of the corner of his eye.  He stares for a moment, then he leans back in his chair, fiddling with the plastic tab on the lid of his drink.  

“I might have to pass on that.  I’ve got a girl waiting up for me back home, and the longer I’m out, the pissier she gets.”

You can feel the red-hot flush as it creeps across your face, coloring every inch of your skin.  God, you probably looked like some sort of overripe tomato.  In a frantic attempt to hide, you take a large gulp from your cup and hold it up against the bottom half of your face, even when you’re done.  Your hot chocolate doesn’t taste sweet anymore–it’s bitter and leaves a chalky, burning feeling in your throat.  Then again, that could be embarrassment setting in.

“Oh.” It’s a struggle to keep your voice level–a struggle that you lose.  Diffusing the situation with humor isn’t even an option–you were smart dammit, but you couldn’t focus for long enough to say something even remotely thought-out.“I had no idea...I didn’t mean–”

“It’s alright.”  Thankfully, he cuts off your stammering before you make an even bigger fool of yourself.  “Not many people know about her; She’s not so good with strangers.”  He places his coffee down on the tabletop.

“That’s awesome.”  You mumble through a pathetic, fake smile.

Stop it, that little voice in your head warns.

“Not the, uh, stranger part.  That’s unfortunate.”

Please shut up.  For God’s sake, you still have to WORK with this dude.

“It’s cool that you’ve got someone.”

Just get up and leave while you still can.  Fake a phone call.  A heart attack.  ANYTHING.

“More than some people can say, haha.”

Awesome.  If he didn’t already think you were desperate, he sure does now.

You finally listen, stopping yourself before any more word-vomit can escape your lips.  The damage has already been done, though.  Men cackle boisterously at a table to your right.  A barista drones through a generic list of house specials for a customer.  The espresso machine hisses and bubbles angrily.  But you and Shinso sit in complete silence.  You pretend to be utterly fascinated by the lip of your cup, folding the edge up and down.  Really, you just needed something to stare at.  Something that wasn’t him.

“Want to meet her?”  

The air gets caught in your throat as you inhale, and you let out an incredibly obvious, choked cough.  “Excuse me?”  Hiding your shock is off the table now.  Then again, you’d already managed to make a fool of yourself–how much worse could it really get?

“Do you want to meet my kitten?”  He speaks slowly, stressing each individual word, but you’re still at a loss.  “I actually think she might like you.”

Things were getting really weird, really fast.  Surely, he had to know that the proposition was absolutely insane.  As it stood, all you wanted to do was go home and curl up on your sofa–pretend you’d never bumped into him and drown your humiliation with a bottle of cheap grocery store wine and a pint of ice cream.  If you were lucky, you’d sleep through your alarm.  At least then you wouldn’t have to see those indigo eyes tomorrow morning, wouldn’t have to pass him in the halls pretend everything was fine.  The two of you would squabble, as always.  He’d leave his sticky notes, as always.  Maybe, if you were lucky, they’d still be purple.  Hell, it wasn’t like the color actually meant anything, after all.

The more you think about it, the more the self-pity festers, becoming something else.  Frustration.  Was the moron possessed?  What on earth would make him even entertain the thought that you’d want to meet his “kitten” (even thinking about the pet-name made you want to gag)?  He’d rejected you.  That should’ve been the end of it; He should’ve just let you skulk off and ponder past sins–the reasons why the universe saw fit punish you with the curse of boldness and bad timing.  

Of course, Shinso hadn’t said no to you outright.  Still, he’d made it very clear that he was taken.  He had a girlfriend.  

...except, he’d never really said that any of that.  You’d just filled in the blanks.  After all, that was the only possible–

“How are you with fur?”  He cuts off your thought with another question.

And it clicks.  The absurd, ridiculous, impossible idea that you hadn’t even noticed percolating at the back of your mind suddenly becomes plausible–logical even.  You forget about your assumption, opting instead to act on what you know.  Verbatim.

His girl.

His kitten.

“Hitoshi Shinso.”  No, it couldn’t be true.  You were just being insane.  Wishful.

“Yes?”  It’s drawn out, teasing.  He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“I know you’re not talking about your actual cat.  Because if you are, so help me god, I will end you.”

He cocks up an eyebrow, smirking.  “Promise?”

The bastard.

You bury your face in your hands, dumbfounded.  You don’t know whether you should get angry or laugh or just breathe.  When you peek through your fingers at Shinso, he at least has the decency to look a little guilty–emphasis on a little.

“In my defense, I thought you’d figure it out quicker than that.”

“In my defense, I’ve never heard a man use his pet as an excuse not to go on a date.”

There’s another silence, but it’s a different sort from the first.  Less uncomfortable–still a bit awkward, but more pensive than before.  Shinso stretches against the back of his chair, staring at the ceiling.  You shift in your seat and peer out the window.

Shinso is the first to speak.  

“I’m free all day Sunday.”

You turn towards him, shaking your head, incredulous.  But when you look up, his expression isn’t mocking or cocky.  He’s using his palm to almost completely cover the bottom half of his face–you can’t even see his mouth behind it.  His other arm is curled tight around his stomach, like he’s trying to protect himself from some imaginary punch to the gut.  The posture was all-too-recognizable.  The man was nervous.  Just like you’d been when you’d asked him.

Part of you was thrilled that everything had managed to work out, even if it’d taken longer than you’d expected to reach this point.  But then, there’s also an ounce of bitterness left in that petty, petty heart of yours.  Not enough to leave Shinso sitting in agony for too long, but certainly enough to draw out his suffering the slightest bit.  You weren’t going to make things easy for him after he’d tortured you with his little joke.

You fold your arms across your chest and let your jaw shift to one side.  “I don’t know, is your cat really gonna be okay with that?  Wouldn’t want her getting jealous or anything.”

“I’ll get her permission tonight.”  A quick response.  Even if the words seem playful, his voice is brittle, on edge.  “So?”

You suck in air over your teeth, resting your elbows on the tabletop and resting your thumbs beneath your chin.  “Well, I’ve never been the best at sharing.”

Shinso catches onto your act, letting the hand fall away from his mouth.  He breathes in a long, deep breath through his nose.  The corner of his lip twitches and twists upward.

“I’m afraid my little girl and I are a package deal.”  He slides his papers to the side and leans forward, mimicking your posture.

“Can I at least know the name of my competition?”  You ask with an upward lilt on the final word.

“Bean.”

You laugh out loud, despite your best efforts to seem serious and seductive.  Bean.  Never in a thousand years would you ever even consider that a little fur-ball named Bean would cause you so much trouble.

“And you’re sure you’re not down to negotiate?”

“No.  This is an all-or-nothing sort of deal.”

“Ouch.  With baggage like that, it’s no wonder you’re still single, Shinso.”  You try not to get distracted by the closeness of your faces.  It’s difficult considering the fact that your forearms are practically pressed against each other.  The tiny size of the café table is beginning to show.  “Do people usually pack up and leave once you’ve stated your terms?”

There’s a pause as his gaze flits between each of your eyes.  “I wouldn’t know, none of them have ever made it this far.”

Oh.  You can’t tell if he’s being serious, or if he’s just that smooth.  Either way, your pulse quickens.  It doesn’t help that your faces are mere inches apart.  You can count each of his eyelashes, smell the coffee on his breath, feel the warmth radiating off his skin.  He has you completely intoxicated by his presence; It makes you reckless.

“So I’m special.”  Not a question–an observation.

He purses his lips, then smiles.  “I guess you are.”

That’s it.  Something about the way he says the words–without a hint of sarcasm or insincerity–shakes you to your very core.  You feel the heat in your neck first, feeling it sear your skin as it creeps up to your cheeks and ears.  Then comes the buzzing in your skull, the frantic thudding of your heart in your chest.  

“So?”  He says it softly, like he’s afraid to actually hear your response.  For all the reluctance in his voice, Shinso himself is bold.  Before you even know what’s happening, he’s reaching across the almost-nonexistent space between the two of you, his hand hovering beside the place where your fingers rest on your cheek.

“ ‘So,’ what?  You didn’t ask a question.”  You’re hyper-aware of everything–the temperature of the air, the subtle tremble in his arm, your own shallow breathing.

“You understood what I meant, though.”

His hand inches in closer, and when finally feel it dust over the side of your palm–experience the jolt of pure electricity that sparks through you where his skin meets yours–you almost forget to draw things draw things out.  Almost.

“If you were hoping I’d agree to go out with you, then prepare for disappointment.”  When his fingers edge in beneath your own, gently coaxing your palm away from your cheek, your breathing hitches involuntarily.  You press on anyway.  “My houseplant doesn’t like it when I spend time with other guys.”

He huffs, and you can tell he’s trying not to smile.  “Come on.  I’m being serious now.”  

He drags your hand down to the table, laying it palm up.  His fingers start at your wrist, tracing over the shallow creases in your palm.  Slowly, deliberately–like he’s trying to commit each line to memory.  When you look up at his face, it really does look like he’s studying; His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, his lips pulled off to one side of his face.  A strand of hair floats down in front of his eyes, but he ignores it.  It’d be easy to believe he thought there was nothing more important at that moment than the shape of your hand beneath his fingers.

Your heart is done being petty.  You cut straight to the part where you stop playing hard-to-get and actually say what you want.

“You are single, right?”  You curl your fingers and catch his hand, putting an end to its exploring.  “I mean, besides the live-in-home cat-girlfriend.”

He lifts his eyes up from the table, laughing.  “Yeah, I am.”

You exhale, relieved.  “Good, I just had to make sure.”  You don’t even consider prying your hand away from his.  Instead, you remove your other one from your cheek and gesture outwards towards Shinso.  “Give me your phone.”

He doesn’t hesitate to obey, reaching into his pocket (notably, with his free hand) and practically tossing his phone into your outstretched palm.  You begin entering your number.

“Seriously, though, the next time you scare me like that, I’ll sic my class on you.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes.  “Right, because I’m absolutely terrified of class 2-B.”

“You should be.”  You check the newly-entered contact and hand him back his device.  “They’re crazy strong, and they actually like me.  Not like those 2-A thralls you train.”

“One of your students was sent to the clinic last week for getting his arm stuck in a locker.  Not even two days later, another one gave herself a concussion because she tried to jump in the conveyer belt for lunch trays.”  He leans forward, going to slide his phone back into his pocket.  “Like I said: I’m terrified.”

You pretend to be annoyed at the jab, but really, you’re too over-the-moon to be even a little convincing.  Really, you could’ve gone back and forth with him all night.  You could’ve insisted that your class was superior–that they were intelligent and creative and street-smart, but Shinso probably already knew that; This was all just another act meant to get a rise out of you.  It might’ve worked any other day, but tonight, you’re too willing to let him get away with more than usual.

When you get home that night, you get a text from an unregistered number.  It’s a photo message–an image of a puny calico kitten lounging on top of a sofa, staring intently into the camera.  The next text comes in about thirty seconds later.  It was less than ten words long, but it made you burst into a fit of giggles all the same.  

As you can see, you’ve got some stiff competition.

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❄ Let it Snow, Let it Snow ❄

Wyverne has been feeling neglected this holiday season in Vesuvia. Lucio and Julian have been very busy, so she's decided to give them their present early. Will she given treats from her lovers, or will she get nothing but coal?

This was a fun thing to write. Nothing but 🍋, the idea given to me in discord over a picture of a cute bra in a bow. I'll tag @queenofeden, @vesuviannights, @athousandstarstodreamon, and @missantichrist, though tagging people is not needed, I guess haha.

Featuring: piercing play, sweet nicknames, brattiness

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"Mephisto, help me with this bow!" Wyverne had shouted from behind the changing screen. She had bought herself new lingerie earlier while Lucio and Julian were busy with their duties. It was a certain struggle to come back to the shared room, her shopping bag trying to be unnoticed by Lucio's eagle eyes as they passed in the halls.

"Sure," Mephisto said, coming around the screen. He chuckled when he saw her, the thick ribbon in a mess within her hands. He gently took it from her hands, the silk smoothed and cool to the touch. "Are you sure those two are going to love this?" He untangled the ribbon, wrapping it around the back of her, crossing it over the shoulder blades so it came level with her pierced nipples, which were trying to show themselves through the thin material. He tied the bow, making his loops uniformly fluffed, the ends brushing her belly button.

Mephisto had made the bow big, almost comically big, and had been considering doing a double-looped bow but deciding against it. When he had it pulled nice and snug, he adjusted the bow on her hip, in the same matching red silk. It was accompanied by a stark black garter belt, with a ruby gem placed carefully over her sex. She smiled, her full lips painted a deep shade of red.

"Of course! They like buying me lingerie, so it's my turn to buy a set," Wyverne said with confidence. She gave Mephisto her all knowing smirk, and stepped out from the cover of the changing screen.

Mercedes and Melchior were nowhere to be seen, presumably with Count Lucio. Wyverne grabbed one of Lucio's long luscious capes from one of his wardrobes and draped it over herself, taking in the scent of smoke and pomegranates. She could vaguely smell her natural musk, remembering the time they edged her on her birthday, a treat for both herself and the Count.

Wyverne had then gone into a drawer in Lucio's one wardrobe, looking for the piercings they shared. She found one of the gential piercings that Julian had gotten her, a pure silver curve with a raven's skull on one end and a gorgeous sapphire on the other, and took it out. Making sure it was thoroughly clean, she sat on the bed and exchanged it for the one Lucio had given her, unscrewing the small ball and slipping it out, and placing the silver there instead. She cleaned it, the gold shining and the rubies gleaming, and put in the raven's place, closing up the wardrobe. Now, to wait for her boys to come back.

Lucio had softly groaned, lazily stretching before getting up from the chair. It had been a long day, thoughts of Wyverne drifting in and out of his mind throughout boring meetings. He pictured the last time he had her, a whimpering mess just begging for his cock, for Julian's cock. The thoughts were made worse, not only by Mephisto's relentless teasing of vague lingerie descriptions. He left the meeting room, meeting up with Julian in the hall outside the library. The taller man looked disheveled, more than usual, worn and tired from experiments in the dungeons all day with Quaestor Valdemar. Even though Julian preferred to observe, he still became exhausted over the course of the day.

"I can't wait to see our snack cake," Lucio said, looking distastefully out at the snow covered grounds, instinctively curling in on himself. "We've been neglecting her as of late, Jules."

"We have," Julian agreed, almost apologetic. "I wonder if she's sleeping already." His eyes had wandered to another window, framed with frost. "She must be chilled, even with the fireplace going." His mind's eye wandered, picturing her fast asleep in a pile of Lucio's best furs, in the lacy red lingerie set Lucio had bought her for her twenty fourth birthday, looking calm and blissfully unaware. It stirred something within him, and had apparently stirred something within Lucio as well, the shorter man having the same thoughts.

The boys climbed the staircase, giving the dogs an absentminded pet as they passed. They walked down the long corridor, most of the portraits now replaced with ones of the three of them. Some were of Wyverne, her mischievous smirk and bright eyes making Julian's breath catch in his throat, his eye wandering bare skin covered by skimpy lace and rippable fishnet. Lucio had let a soft growl escape his throat, seeing a painting of the three of them, Lucio in a sheer red dressing gown, Julian in a sheer black one, and Wyverne at their feet wearing the gorgeous black silk she had gotten for her most recent birthday. She had been looking over her shoulder, a hand on Lucio's left leg and Julian's right leg, giving the artist her best smoulder, full lips gently pouting. Lucio could feel his pants becoming tighter, and Julian could feel himself becoming hard, both aching for their Magician.

•☆•

Wyverne had just finished lighting the last candle on the bedside table when she heard Lucio's boots on cold marble, and Julian's soft curses. She quickly got back on the bed, wrapping herself back up in Lucio's cape. Her legs were tucked underneath her, careful to not give away any of the surprise. The heavy oak door swung open, Lucio stepping inside first. He ran his golden hand through golden hair, stopping a few feet inside the doorway, silver gaze turning molten. She was wearing one of his cloaks, the little minx; how audacious of her. Julian stopped just short of bumping into Lucio, his grey turning stormy.

"Welcome back! How was your day?" Wyverne tried to sound natural, tried to keep her face as neutral as possible as she wrapped up further in Lucio's cloak to try and avoid his gaze. 

"It was...boring," Lucio said, a growl escaping his throat at the small peek of her garter belt. "Exhausting," Julian chimed in, arms crossed over his broad chest, fingers curled beside his lips.

"I feel bad," Wyverne said, a small pout on full lips with a little whine of sympathy. She shifted, on her knees now, cloak still wrapped firmly around her. She sat back on her heels, a cool hand on her knees.

Lucio walked over to her, slowly examining her like one would examine their prey. Julian stayed where he was, pinning her down with storm clouds in his eyes. Wyverne felt her cheeks heat, a splash of color among the freckles on her face. Lucio took off his boots, soft thunks on the carpeted marble, his suit quietly shifting as he climbed in behind her, settling his lips against her neck. His hands found the soft edges of his cloak, slowly peeling it away.

Wyverne made a soft mewl, somewhere deep in her throat, half-heartedly clinging to the cloak, trying to keep it around her shoulders. Julian tsked, having come to the foot of the grand four poster bed. It wasn't hard, working the fur from her fingers, gently slipping it down her shoulders, peeling it away from her body. A soft growl escaped Julian's chest, eyes landing on the pretty silk bow at the center of her chest. Lucio hummed his approval against her skin, hands smoothing down her sides to play with the straps of her panties.

"Who bought these, princess?" Julian had moved onto the bed, after having clumsily taken his boots off. "I surely don't remember buying these." He ran a finger under the bra strap, gently pulling it off her shoulder.

"I….I did," she whispered, hands stopping Lucio from undoing the large bow keeping her chest in place. Lucio tsked against her ear, gently kissing the shell. "I thought we told you we'd buy your pretty lingerie," Lucio murmured against her ear, his voice that soft huskiness that made goosebumps crawl along her skin.

"I wanted to give you a present," she said softly, blushing and averting her gaze from Julian, who was taking his gloves off, a flush extending to the tips of his ears. He also tried to undo the ribbon at her chest, at which point Wyverne curled in on herself.

She worked her legs out from underneath her and Lucio, bringing her knees up to her chest, heels resting against the backs of her thighs. This made her sink a little in Lucio's arms, her head against his chest, smooth curls brushing his thighs, bunching a touch where she had slouched against him. Julian tsked again, gently bringing her legs away from her chest, holding them apart as he sat between them, casually running a finger along the material. She gasped softly, trying an attempt at bucking her hips to follow his finger.

Lucio chuckled, his hands leaving hers to slowly pull the bow apart, gently teasing the silk apart where Mephisto had tied the ends together, and slowly slipped the material down. He left open mouthed kisses along her neck, each one more heated than the last. His hands ran down the length of her body, slowly teasing that bow apart too. Wyverne stifled a whimper, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, her hand burying itself in Lucio's thick gold locks.

"Mmm, someone's been, ah, rather naughty," Julian smirked, gently pulling at the piercing she had switched without permission. "Not only did you buy new lingerie, but you, ah, touched your piercing." He tugged again, a little firmer this time, causing her to cry out, her thighs trying to keep his hand there.

"Can't have that, sugarplum," Lucio murmured against bare skin, fingers lightly trailing back up her abdomen to tease pert nipples, gently tugging at the silver piercings there.

Wyverne shifted a bit, swallowing back the pretty moan Lucio loved so much. He turned her face, letting her hazy green eyes meet molten silver. Lucio kissed her, marvelling at how easy she was to pry apart, how easily he could slip his long tongue inside, how easily she could melt from his heated kisses alone. Julian still teased her, a finger or two lightly brushing against her entrance as he opened the bedside table and grabbed the chain they had for occasions like this.

Julian hooked one end to the chain, placing the silver sapphire ball back onto the piercing. He gave the other ends to Lucio, who mimicked Julian's ministrations, the chain now attached to her nipples. It formed a 'y', the join just above her belly button.

"Let me hear you, sugarplum," Lucio growled, making her sit on his lap, his hardness felt through the thin dress pants, rubbing deliciously against her entrance. She swallowed her small gasp, the chain pulled taut as she sat there, pleasure-pain radiating through her limbs and gathering at the base of her spine.

Lucio chuckled lowly, almost swearing he could hear the soft gasp stuck in her throat. Julian tugged the chain towards him, finally tearing a low moan from her throat. Her hands were on Lucio's knees, her ruby lips pulled apart ever so slightly, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Lucio smirked, a light smack to her ass as he pressed himself against her, kissing along her spine.

"Such a naughty girl, making us work that hard to bring those lovely sounds from you," Julian told her, almost scolding her. He leaned down, tongue tracing circles around her nipple.

She gasped, Lucio grinding himself against her slick entrance, Julian teasing her very sensitive nipples, pulled taut from the chain he had tension on. Wyverne felt Lucio's gauntlet, cool against her warm flesh, reaching down between her legs, teasing her folds. She tried to not moan, earning her another smack to her ass.

"Go on, sugarplum," Lucio whispered, voice hoarse with wanton need. "You know you want it, his cock in all the right places." He reached around her, touching Julian's cock, palming it through his pants, making the taller man moan, precome staining that dark fabric even darker. Julian moaned softly, shuddering as Lucio dragged his claws down his neck, gently thrusting into the older man's flesh hand, calling out in the softest voice for the two of them.

"No, Lucio," she told him, as defiantly as she could, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. Lucio raised his eyebrow, a smirk on the edges of his lips, nuzzling her neck. "Not this time. You-oh Gods-need to work for it." A shudder ran through her, her cunt aching for their cock, her denial only making it worse on her.

Lucio drew his hands away from Julian, making Wyverne lean forward, his hand in the middle of her back. With a practised hand, his pants came undone, teasing himself out of the tight dress pants. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, making her whimper, the noise caught in her throat. Julian rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, hastily undoing his pants and slowly easing his cock from them.

Lucio wrapped his golden arm around her, golden claws gently encasing her throat, pressing her back along his chest. He let her rest against him, his lips mapping the curve of her neck, leaving little marks. Julian had gotten between her legs, kissing her inner thighs while dragging his finger up her seam, collecting some of her wetness. Julian hummed approval, gently tugging on the chain again.

"So wet for us," he hummed against her, nipping at the sensitive skin. "Mmmm, would you like to have her first?" Julian looked up, over at Lucio, who had a mischievous twinkle to his eye.

"I don't know," Lucio said, a curious lilt to his voice. "Can our little gingerbread handle the both of us?" Wyverne whimpered quietly, a fruitless attempt at shifting her hips, Julian's strong hands keeping her in place.

"F-fuck y-you," Wyverne whispered, gasping quietly when Julian gave her a small kitten lick, his tongue bumping against the piercing. She groaned, her head against Lucio's shoulder, her hands on top of Julian's. He gave her a few more, teasing her, making her tremble on Lucio's lap.

Lucio growled against her skin, lining himself up with her slick entrance, slowly entering her. He cursed under his breath, burying himself to the hilt, his canines catching on her earlobe. Julian's lips trailed up her body, Lucio starting to slowly thrust into her, feeling every inch of her. Julian's lips found her nipples, his tongue playing circles around them. Wyverne cried out, each movement from Lucio gently pulling on her piercings, and the overstimulation brought tears to her eyes.

"Oh? I thought you could handle us," Julian chuckled, deep and low in his chest. "Was that just all talk, hm?" His lips found the other side of her neck, leaving hot kisses along the curve.

Wyverne tried to swallow her moans, turning her head to face Lucio, her nose brushing his. He smirked against her lips, his movements a little harder, a hand slinking down between her legs. She tried to follow his hand, tried to not let him touch her. Julian smirked, tsking against her skin, gently holding her wrist against Lucio, turning her to face him. Lucio kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver and keen.

"Say his name, sugarplum," Julian whispered, his lips so close to hers she could feel every word.

"Lu-!" His name caught in her throat, a high-pitched moan escaping her throat as Lucio brushed against her most sensitive walls. "Lucio!" His name fell along her tongue, her hands pressed back against his broad chest, her sounds music to their ears.

All at once, everything crashed in her senses. She arched against Julian, the tight knot of thread at the base of her spine finally snapping. A soundless cry escaped her throat, her thighs quivering against Lucio's. Lucio's thrusts became more erratic, her walls pulling at him in desperate keens to keep him there. A soft groan escaped him, and he spilled his seed inside her, his cock twitching against her.

Softly, Lucio kissed her skin, glistening with pearls from it all. Slowly, he pulled out of her, while Julian took her in his arms, all warmth and kindness. Julian kissed her temple, Lucio rubbing her shoulders. Wyverne gently clutched Julian's shoulders, her full bottom lip slightly trembling as she came down from her high. Slowly, Lucio came out from behind her, helping Julian lay her down. He laid down beside her, an arm around her waist, tracing circles on her skin.

Wyverne's breathing was shallow, soft and short as she nuzzled the Count. Lucio nuzzled her forehead, lips soft against warm skin. Julian carefully took off the chain, setting it aside, kissing a line up her body. Some were soft and light, others heated and messy. His curls tickled her skin, brushed against sensitive nipples, his attention entirely on her. She lazily turned her head to face him, eyes hooded and flooded with stormy emerald seas. Julian kissed her once, twice, three times as he gently worked her legs apart, settling himself between them.

"Mmmm, are you ready for me?" He was soft, a purr to his voice that commanded no objections. He swiped a finger through the mess weeping from her slit, and brought it to her lips, gently pressing forwards. She obeyed him, suckling on his finger, her tongue swirling around it. 

Julian stroked himself, lining up with her entrance, rubbing his cock against her before slipping inside. Some of Lucio's spend was pushed back inside her, a noise all too familiar to their ears. Slowly, he pulled out, till his head was just inside her, then went all the way in, up to the hilt. She whimpered in frustration, the thread at the base of her spine knotting again.

"Ah, so impatient, gingerbread," Julian tsked, giving her a few more long strokes. "You just want my come, don't you?" Lucio teased one of her nipples, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, while Julian reached between the two of them, rubbing her clit with measured strokes.

She squirmed a little, her hips trying to shift under Julian, her left hand limply on the golden arm, her head at a slight angle. Soft moans and breathy pants escaped her lips, made fuller from her climax with Lucio. Lucio smirked, bringing his lips to her nipple and wrapping them around the little bud, his canines nipping.

"Oh, gingerbread," Julian softly moaned, an erratic thrust breaking his perfect rhythm. "Fuck, you look good enough to eat!" He cursed this under his breath, shifting her hips to get a better angle.

He brushed every part of her, still going at a painstakingly slow pace compared to Lucio. She keened, low and caught in her throat, Lucio's tongue working at her nipples. She cried out, choked and cut-off as Julian gently tugged on her piercing, making her clench the rich red silk underneath them.

"Say my name, gingerbread. I want it ripped from you when you come," he told her, a low growl in his chest. He set a faster pace, grinding his hips into her after every other stroke.

"Ju-Julian!" Wyverne cried out for him, hands up above her, clutching a crushed velvet pillow. Her body arched, her spine a perfect curve as a wave of pleasure threw her through a loop.

Her hair was a curtain of curls splayed behind her, her skin glistening with pearls, her cheeks flushed with wanton need. Julian bit his lip, raking over her body with a lust he hadn't felt in weeks. He hungrily stole a kiss from her lips, slipping his tongue inside. She let go of the pillow, in favor of his curls, her fingers making new knots. Low keens escaped into the kiss, his hips grinding into her clit, making her see stars.

"Julian!!" The knot tightened at the base of her spine, then finally broke. She broke the kiss, his name falling from her lips, her body arching once more. Her walls pulled at him, her thighs quivering against the red silk. Goosebumps broke out, trailing along her skin down to her toes, her grip tightening in Julian's hair. He nipped at her earlobe, her climax too much for him.

A low, hot moan escaped him. He buried himself inside her, his cock spilling his own seed. He twitched against her, his own spend a much bigger load than Lucio. He stayed inside her a few moments, panting against her shoulder. Julian then slowly pulled out, come trying to spill as he did so. Wyverne whimpered, the full feeling lost, come spilling out of her slit.

She wanted to close her legs, to hide how much of a mess she was. Lucio had kept her legs apart, hands on her damp thighs, drinking in the sight. His cock had gotten hard again, and for a moment he considered giving her another round. Lucio decided against that idea, and once she had relaxed into the sheets, he used two fingers to swipe through the mess there. He played with it, rubbing it between his fingers.

"Such a naughty sugarplum, letting it all spill from your cunt," he chuckled, making a show of placing them in his mouth and sucking them clean. He loved the flavor, the tang of his own come, the bitterness of Julian's come, and the sweet smoke that was Wyverne's.

"I really should make you clean it up, candy cane," Lucio said, spreading apart her folds, smirking at just how full she was. "But I've always loved a good cream pie." He smirked, a glint to his eye.

Lucio laid himself down on the sheets, the tip of his nose just brushing her. He started with kisses, light and soft and gentle, his golden hand wrapped around her plush thigh. He playfully nipped at her inner thigh, causing her to giggle, his warm lips soothing the nip. He trailed them closer to her sex, each kiss becoming more heated.

"Watch him, candy cane," Julian murmured into her ear, stroking her hair and kissing her temple. She couldn't take her eyes off the older man even if he wanted to, his molten silver gaze keeping her liquid emerald to himself.

Lucio finally reached her, his long, hot tongue lapping up the come from around her deep pink folds. Her breath was caught in her throat, her hand finding Julian's as her legs desperately tried to close around Lucio, to keep him there. Lucio chuckled against her skin, and kissed her petals, soft and soothing. He gave little kitten licks, skirting just around the sensitive bud, making her groan in frustration.

"The more you complain, candy cane, the more I'm willing to drag this out," Lucio told her, his voice low and soft and husky with desire. He gave her slit one long, slow lick, letting the taste of her mess linger on his tongue.

Wyverne watched him, almost tasting blood as she bit her lip harder. She could hear him make little hums of pleasure, could feel the way his fingers traced a line down her. He gave her entrance another teasing lick, strong hands keeping her from moving her hips. Lucio decided he needed more, and so he slowly inserted his tongue, tasting every inch, the tip of his nose lost among her. He lapped at her walls, groaning against her, the taste of her mixed with them almost too much.

He pulled away, savoring every last drop as he swallowed, licking his lips like the cat who got the cream. She whined in frustration, wanting him back there, wanting him to finish. He chuckled, something almost akin to a growl, and took her clit into his mouth. She gasped, moaning as he suckled, gently shaking his head from side to side, his teeth gently catching. Lucio pulled away with a soft pop, and explored every inch of her walls again, his tongue as deep as it could go. He held her gaze, commanding lust unspoken.

Wyverne moaned, soft and almost silent, her gasp quiet as she gave her last climax, toes curling into the mattress. She keened into Julian's chest, fresh tears streaking her cheeks, the overstimulation welcomed after so long without. Julian kissed her tears away, Lucio pulling away and swiping his tongue along his chin. He got up, allowing Julian to comfort their sweet sugarplum fairy, walking towards his private bath. She could hear the water run, her whole body feeling like jelly at the mere thought of a hot bath after all this.

•☆•

The warmth was a relief on her muscles, the soft scent of roses and pomegranates filling the air, dancing on the steam.  Wyverne had insisted that she could wash herself, but her lovers would not hear it. Lucio had gathered some soap into his hands, massaging it into her skin as he washed her.

"You did wonderful, sugarplum," he told her, voice soft and filled with warmth. "You were so good, despite being a cute brat." He kissed her cheek, letting his hands wander, massaging every inch of her body they could touch.

Julian had been slowly washing her curls, his fingers massaging her scalp, leaving her feeling boneless and soft against him. He gently lowered her head to the warm water, rinsing through the soap he had used, warmed vanilla mixing with the roses and pomegranates.

"You were so lovely, gingerbread," Julian said, kissing her forehead, wet curls tickling her cheek. "We're sorry we neglected you all this time." He placed a kiss on her nose, her cheeks, her chin, her lips, trying to give as many apologies as he could.

"Oh, it was worth it, Julian," she muttered lazily. She arms were on the edge of the tub now, her head resting on the point at which they met. "It was all worth it, just to see the looks on your faces."

Lucio chuckled, his thumbs working themselves into her neck, down inbetween the shoulder blades, smirking at the little groan that left her. She arched into his touch, and he could barely make out a word on her lips, her whisper light and soft and lost in the water.

"What was that, sugarplum? You're gonna have to speak up," he teased, hands moving along her shoulders. She curved her shoulders into his hands, rolling her lip between her teeth.

"Ohhh, that feels so good, Lucio," she told him, her soft skin pliant under his touch. "Gods I've missed this." A little hiss accompanied the last word, his hands finding a little knot of muscle lower down her back.

Wyverne was tempted to go limp, to sink under the water and stay there, all softness and warmth and tenderness. Julian smiled, gently touching her other shoulder, an arm around Lucio as Lucio held her close. They each kissed a cheek, watching a warm smile spread across her face.

Julian was the first to leave, grabbing a soft red towel and drying off. He wrapped it around his waist, and extended a hand for Wyverne, who gratefully took it and climbed out, followed by Lucio. They each grabbed a towel and dried off, Lucio throwing his towel around his neck while Wyverne wrapped it around her body, her russet curls seemingly disappearing into the damp towel.

Each man took a hand, and with the other on the small of her back, led her back into the bedroom. Julian took the towels and spread them by the fire, while Lucio lifted their sugarplum fairy into bed. Julian came back, climbing in beside Wyverne, Lucio laying on his left side, his arm supporting her head as he stroked her side. She didn't take long, her breathing rhythmic and even, her face glowing from it all. Each man smiled, kissing her shoulder, uttering one simple phrase they knew she wouldn't hear.

"Happy Holidays, sugarplum."

[jbemin]

Cold Love

⇨ pairing: reader x skz Hyunjin

⇨ genre: fluff, friends to lovers

⇨ length: 5.3k

⇨ warnings: mentions of alcohol, a few cursewords, unrequited love (idk, maybe that’s a trigger for some people?)

⇨ summary: You have the longest crush on someone, but it doesn’t quite work the way out you would like it. But maybe that isn’t so bad after all? ⇨ a/n: the title is sort of a pun..👀 thank you for proofreading @marculees ♡

Sometimes you make a decision and just regret it, like a higher force in universe let it regrets you immediately. But sometimes you make a lot of decisions and it all goes well until, yeah until now.

I mostly don’t even know which of my many decisions lead me to this moment, but I certainly know who it was. Big surprise; me. To be fair here, not only me, but that’s a different story. My way of handling things was never quite the most intelligent, but a certain someone makes my knees wobble and my stomach flutter.

Thinking back, all this could’ve been avoided if Donghyun wasn’t on that party. Well, I should give more details, right? No one cares if I’m stupid or not, which is already a pretty well known fact huh.

But y’all gotta know that Donghyun is my crush since pretty much ever? I don’t know when it all started, but one time he looked in my direction and smiled at me and then I guess..yeah. Don’t question that. Starting from that point, he’s on my radar. Sadly I’m not on his, but that might change (or not).

However I directed myself and my best friend Hyunjin - I will come to him in a bit - to this party. It was one of those college parties where pretty much the whole house is full and you just roll with the flow from one room to the other. With so many drinks you can’t remember getting a new one, but always having a full cup in your hand.

Well, it was one of those parties - as I said already. And I was there, with Hyunjin - also already said that. He’s not only the oldest friend I have, but also the best. I don’t know where to start, maybe with his laugh? It’s so contagious and even if you’re sad, you just want to laugh with him and forget about the sadness that hugged you so tightly, just a second ago. The way his eyes crinkle up to half moons is another level of cute, I tell ya. But there are times, when I plan murder on him. But then I ask myself, if I murder him, who’s gonna take the dead body away with me, if he’s gone?

That said, back to the party. Everyone was having fun, when I sat on the couch, pouty lips and ready to leave at any second. But Hyunjin came over, tip toe dancing with two drinks in his hands. “Why are youuu soooo sulkyyy?”, he frowned at me and nipped from one of the cups, while holding the other one in front of my face. Instead of an answer I turned my head and pointed to the kitchen. A busy Donghyun stood there with a pretty brunette on his side, whispering nice things in her ear.

Hyunjins expression changed. He knew about my very personal drama of course and it was certainly not the first time I talked about it and was being frustrated about it. “If you just talked to him, you could be that girl on his side”, the conclusion sounded very simple, well it was pretty simple, but every time I tried talking to him I made a complete fool out of me. You know..I mean even more, than I normally do.

Next to me, a wasted Jisung let himself fall on the couch, putting his arm around my neck and his head on my shoulder. “Didn’t know you were here too, when did you come? I would have- have had a drink with you”, he giggled over his words and moved his head a bit forth and back, from that. “Not long, but I think I’m leaving anytime soon-”, but before I could finish my sentence by telling Jisung, he already had enough drinks, he interrupted me by asking why I wanted to leave so early. Hyunjin then answered - not without rolling his eyes - because of ‘him’, waving his head to the kitchen.

Jisung came up, looking in between us all and formed a silent ‘oh’. It was a well known fact that I had unrequited feelings for Donghyun and that I apparently liked it, to languish for him. Well, far away from truth. But today was my lucky day, according to my drunk friend. He jumped off the couch, grabbed the full cup and my wrist.

A few minutes later I found myself on the improvised dance floor, next to Jisung. Next thing I knew was that this boy spilled my whole drink over the poor girl and then looked after her, leaving into the bathroom. My drunk friend, however, didn’t leave without softly pushing me into the right direction.

Looking back, I should have know better that this wasn’t supposed to work out with him. Which normal dude, wouldn’t go after the girl he was talking all night long when someone spilled a whole drink on her? Even if you just want to get into her panties, that’s decent behavior.

But I was too busy caring about the situation I found myself in - sort of in Donghyuns arms, my heart beating faster than Hyunjin runs when I bring pizza. Not having enough alcohol into my body, to play it cool though. A whole mess. Thanks Jisung. “Are you okay? He pushed you pretty bad, that hurt for sure”, his eyes scanned me from head to toe. Wasn’t he so cute, asking how I felt? Right. “Uhm..I- no- I mean yes. No- I mean my arm hurts so I better leave”, the try to excuse myself this poorly, didn’t broke my neck for sure, but nearly my ankle.

He still had his arm around my waist and when I tried to escape, he turned me around, pinning his arm on the wall next to my head. “If you’re in pain, it’s my duty to take care of you.”, he whispered near my ear. Okay, everyone, this was the fuckboi handbook page 10 to 12, I am well aware of that, now. But don’t you dare telling me you would’ve acted different than me in this moment. So I stayed there, but we didn’t kiss. He got my number and that was how I entered hell.

However I was already planning on how we would get married and if we had two or three kids. You know the usual stuff you start to plan after giving out your number to a boy. I was lost. Lost on my own cloud 7. No idea how I got home, but when I messaged Hyunjin, he wasn’t too happy hearing that. After all I left him alone there. As a sorry, I suggested going to our favorite bakery. With me taking the bill. Well yeah, he was quite fond of that idea. He got so hungry and worn out after night outs. And maybe I knew that and that’s why I suggested it.

Finding myself on a little table at the corner of the cafe and a big latte in front of me, Minho the worker there, just brought me a piece of cake. I always got a little bonus from him, mostly because I took over his homework from time to time, but I liked to tell myself it was because he was ‘a nice guy’.

Few mins later, my taller friend stumbled into the shop. The door rang and he strolled over to me. No time wasting, he started whining how bad he felt. “It will be good - already ordered a big coffee for you”, I smiled and patted his back. He had his face smashed on the table and lied there dead. But he came up, as soon as I mentioned that coffee was on the way for him. With a smile, I took a slurp of my latte. “If you hadn’t- ah y/n you have- wait”, despite looking like a zombie, his face lightened up when he put his thumb on my lip, cleaning off the milk foam which was a leftover from my drink. “Stopppp-”, I softly pushed his hand away and laughed his antics off. As an answer he frowned at me, putting on a blank expression. He really liked to baby me, I suppose.

After the meet up, some unimportant time passed - maybe a few days - until I got a message. Not only a message, but the message. ‘Hey’, my heart jumped at the unknown number, that could only be one person. Nervous sweat broke out and I started running around the house, driving Hyunjin crazy. Who chilled on the couch, playing whatever game. “Just answer”, he yelled from there, followed by a curse, when he got shoot. Boys. I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t just answer.

An unplanned long time of waiting later, I got another message though. My dumbfounded face, spoke volume and so my best friend grabbed the phone just to fall over the next second from laughing. “Can you send me the homework for physics? Minho gave me your number”, he read out loud wheezing. Ouch, straight through my heart. I groaned in mistreatment.

I was just about to hold a speech about how unfair this was and how Hyunjin was a very bad best friend at the very moment, when my phone vibrated again. “Maybe that’s someone from your biology course this time”, he held his stomach in pain. I glanced daggers at my friend for that comment, when a surprised “Oh” came out of my mouth. Unknown number, but this time it wasn’t a request for homework. ‘are you free? lets meet on Friday after school’, well I am not lying when I said that I screamed. Hyunjin was back on rolling his eyes, while I answered a ‘sure’, followed by an uncool ‘:)’.

The time until said Friday was a never ending circle of panic and terror. I was so afraid for the meeting, that I completely forgot how to function like a normal person. Once the day had come I ran around like being under electricity. My nervousness reached another peak. So while I waited in front of the hall where our meet up point was, I spammed Hyunjin with sos messages. But he didn’t answered to my despair.

“Hey”, a male voice snapped me back and I threw my phone in the air. Not without looking like a dork, when attempting to catch it. Donghyun laughed at me, “chill haha”, he rescued my phone and handed it back to me. Casually dropping an arm around my shoulder and directing me to whichever place. I only remember that we had something to eat and that he paid. Such a gentleman.

He offered to bring me home, but it wasn’t even dark yet, so why the fuss. I thanked him for the day and to my fears and panic he went in for a kiss. Phew, yet another high for my nerves that day, for sure. But I managed to fend off the kiss and turned it into a gentle hug. Leaving without further actions. Silly me.

Once I was far enough away I called Hyunjin. “Hmh?”, he sounded sleepy, which caught me off guard. His behavior was well known to me and taking random naps, wasn’t part of it. “Did you- did I woke you up?”, my bewildered voice let him groan in frustration. He hated to explain obvious things to me. “No, it’s like 7pm. However, what’s the issue?”, my best friend scratched his head. Of course I couldn’t see it, but I knew it - I didn’t had to see it. “We have to meet, like now. Already on the way to you. So put some pants on.”, I said, pressing the red button and ending the phone call, before he could complain. Surely that wasn’t the best way to give Hyunjin happiness, but it was needed.

A grumpy, messy haired, in sweatpants and hoodie wearing, tall and pale boy opened the door to me. He looked down at me with a surly expression. “You look awful..”, I concluded and invited myself in without asking for permission. Like as if I had to. “Glad that I am not the only here, otherwise this would be really awkward”, walking to his room and right into his bed I followed him. Having a certain feel, he mostly spend the day there, at least the choice of his clothes fit that thought. Usually Hyunjin was more of the stylish type.

Hushing back under the sheets, he shivered and put them tighter around him. To me the room didn’t seemed cold. “Why are you here?”, he mumbled, blue sheets covering his mouth. Geez, now I had to tell him everything. So awkward.

Carefully listening and silently nodding however, Hyunjin didn’t seemed satisfied. “Why didn’t you kiss him? It was like the perfect chance, or not?”, the usually energetic young man, sounded so sleepy that I was convinced by now, he spend the whole night gaming and just didn’t wanted to admit that. We both were well aware, that would lead to me calling him a kid, which he hated. Ironic, really, when he was the one who always babied me.

It was time for the truth now, wasn’t it? But before confessing, I had to properly take care of him. I hissed a ‘wait’, before jumping off the bed. Running into the kitchen and preparing a heat pillow and tea. Finally I turned the heater on in his room, even though the sun was shining outside. “I never kissed someone before, or got kissed”, the nervous laugh followed by that statement was so untypical me, I gulped. It was that serious, huh.

Silence. So much silence. “And? Change that then. His lips waiting for ya”, pulling the sheets over him, I had trouble understanding Hyunjin. “Heeey, no, it’s not that easy. What if I accidentally bite him”, I jumped dramatically on the large lump in front of me and started whining, as so often when I wanted to get something from him. There certainly was a reason why I paid him a visit.

A deep sigh came off my friends throat, “You’re so annoying. It’s just a kiss”. Now, I climbed over him and sat on his body. “Yes, exactly, that’s why I am here. I am in need of someone’s help and since you’re my best friend, you’re the lucky one who was chosen to fulfill this important task.”, the way I worded myself, he probably already knew I wanted something off him and by the story before, he also knew what.

“No”, he simply answered, still under the sheets. Frankly, I expected a more dramatic reaction, but he was so calm about it, that I was surprised. “What do you mean no? It’s just a kiss. Your words”, I said and crossed my arms in front of my chest. A little argument then started, of reasons on whether to do it or not to do it.

“Hyunjin you’re my best friend. If not you, then who will do it?”, I begged so hard, why was he so stubborn, gosh. “And I said no, accept that. I am not kissing you.”, he answered again. Answer still the same like ten minutes before. I pulled the sheets away from him and looked in his face. I demanded an answer. “y/n look at me. Did you even noticed that I wasn’t in school today? Not answering my phone? I’ve been sleeping the whole day. Temperature was 39° earlier. I have one hell of a cold. Maybe you would have noticed that I am not well, if you weren’t so focused on mister Donghyun here.”

Now I was the one rolling my eyes, “Is that all? I’ll risk that and don’t be such a bitch. I made you tea and a heat pillow.” Maybe I purposely ignored the last sentence, cuz it lowkey hurt, but that was a thought for a different day. “Fiiiine, then”, now he came up and without a warning I fell off him, to the side.

Hyunjin loosened his hoodie and straightened his bedhead a bit, brushing lose hair back. “Do you want an invitation or will you come here?”, the tone of his voice was a mixture of annoyance, frustration and something else, maybe anger. But that snapped me back into reality.

I climbed back and before it got serious, I did the same as him; brushing my hair back and pulling my jacket off. “What are you doing?”, Hyunjin unintentionally started laughing, but I just rolled my eyes. It seemed like he forgot, that unless him, I wasn’t sick and the heater wasn’t doing so well for me. Also I needed some freedom and space for my nervousness.

“Close your eyes”, he ordered, when I sat down. Was he making fun of me? It seemed like that. Really, I couldn’t help myself and instead starred at him like Bambi in the forrest. Why did he made that so awkward? Damn it Hyunjin. But I finally did what he had ordered.

After a few seconds of nothing, I could feel his hand on my face, putting a strain of hair behind my ear. I softly smiled - thoughtful as always of course. Then he put his hand on my cheek and I felt his warm breath on my skin, coming closer and closer. Till his lips touched mine. Without planning to do it, I automatically leaned in and adjusted to him and his proportions. Eyes closed the whole time.

Even though it was a really soft kiss and Hyunjin wasn’t really moving or anything, I clearly felt everything that happened. When backing off after what it felt a few minutes and dead silence, I opened my eyes again. “You still have fever”, I concluded when I felt the heat, his heat, slowly getting away from me and leaving my face. But I could still feel his embrace around me.

“And you didn’t bite me”, a smirk started to form on his face and I hit him lightly on the arm because of that. A laugh by me followed.

I stayed a bit after that, infact we starting watching a movie but Hyunjin fell asleep after ten minutes. Yup, he was really feeling unwell. So I silently shut everything down and re-heated the pillow for him and placed an extra blanket over the one he already had. Now I could leave in peace, right? Hyunjin laid so softly there, mouth half open and snoring a little bit, his hair fell into his face. I surely could leave. Okay, so now I was ready to get my real first kiss, this was just practice. Frankly, this is a good moment to look back and ask myself ‘what was I even thinking?’. But there is yet more to come. Past that experience I made up another meeting with Donghyun. To my displeasure, he didn’t try to kiss me. Such a gentleman, after seeing I wasn’t comfortable yet, he gave me time. However, I could not leave it that way, so I planned another ‘date’. Hm, I wasn’t even sure if these met-ups could even be considered a date, but be it. Next Saturday. Within the week, I made sure that Hyunjin was alright though. There was a check-up on him everyday. Mostly he was sleeping and I was just there and watched him, well, watching over him. At one point he had to clean himself up, hence taking a shower. Of course I wasn’t in the room with him, but waited in front of it and ensured he didn’t faint or something. “Don’t hurt yourself on Saturday”, with a smile I put a towel on his head and lightly brushed over his hair, drying it off. While Hyunjin sat silently on the toilet seat and just let it happen. “Why would I hurt myself?”, he asked, looking at the ground. “Because I am not here to take care of you”, I giggled and put the towel down. When the big day came, I will admit that, I extra dressed fancier than usual. It was like my favorite outfit, but with a bit of make up and not the usual pair of sneaker, it was suited for a ‘date’ as well. Not gonna lie, but my mood was so good and nothing was able to change that. Well, turned out one thing was. My phone vibrated, a message from Donghyun was incoming. ‘oomf just told me about this party, wanna go there instead?’, the real answer was the hell no, but I typed a ‘sounds fun, yeah’ instead. So then not much later I found myself on this big ass party with people I barely or never seen before, my partner for the night nowhere to be seen. He probably needed to get ready and was on this way - at least that was what I told myself. Standing at the side with a drink in the hand, I wasn’t alone for long. “y/n what are you doing here? Did not expected to see a familiar face”, Jisung stumbled over to me and seemed genuinely surprised to see me here. “I’m here with Donghyun..I think”, shrugging my shoulders and sounding off, I doubted if I was believing my own words and so did my friend. “Donghyun? He just left together with a girl, there”, pointing to the door, Jisung gave me a pitiful look. What. It was clear what to do here. Brushing off my drunk pal and through the mob of people, I ran out the door to get him. He, and I won’t repeat myself, won’t do that to me and think he can get away with it. The fresh and cold air outside felt so odd, compared to the hot and warm people inside, on top with the sticky and smelly air. But then I seen him, holding hands with a girl. Blond haired and wiggling around his side. And now I was really asking myself what the hell lead me to this situation and what I should do. The urge to hurt him like he did to me, was so big, I felt it consuming me and the more and more I started to see red. Storming over to him, I yelled his name. Big, innocent, puppy eyes, he blinked at me, “ ’cuse me?”. “You are not excused. Do you remember me? Your date.”, the only thing missing to complete the full look of a clown, was the make up now. Given, I would probably cry after this, so that look wasn’t far away. Either way, for now I had my arms crossed and glared knifes, swords and guns at him. Donghyun seemed to remember me now, but I wasn’t sure if that was a win or not. “Dating involves kissing. Don’t wish too much”, he said with a grin, putting his arm around the clueless girl next to him. Dang that hurt. “I limited myself to only humans to kiss and not octopuses that have their hands everywhere. Don’t you wish too much”, yeah I know that counterattack sucked, but I was hurt and bad at these things anyway. But at least it seemed as if he was confused by my words. He glanced to the girl next to him, with a bewildered look on his face. “Have fun kissing her then”, wow, that felt like power. Not for long, but I felt really sassy and cool. Sadly the next sentence of him, changed that. “Thank you, we already had.”, a presumptuous wink of him let me nearly threw up - sometimes the less you know was indeed the better - which was interesting since I hadn’t even touched much alcohol this night. My cup was still more than half full. To his misfortune, I might add. Without further thoughts and doings, I emptied the cup in my hand over him. A mix of brown and black splashed over him and the girl jumped to the side with a disgusted look on her face. Soaking wet, Donghyun looked like he couldn’t believe what just had happened. I smiled like the fool I was and winked back, before turning around and leaving the pair alone. Of course I wasn’t returning to this hell place of a party. No, there was only one way to go and that was straight towards Hyunjin. Not gonna lie, but I felt very strong for not crying on my way to him. But once there and after he let me in, the gates were open and tears, or rather little waterfalls, were running down my face. I crashed onto him and complained to him about my suffering and the pain I just had experienced. Backing off from him, a sad smile started to form on my face though. I cried a smiley on his shirt with my tears. Looking at what I just did, that actually lead me to a realization. “Why are you dressed? You are sick and should be in bed.”, my voice sounded weak and nasal, I was truly not in the position to give any commands right now. Yet I did. He actually looked very chic, sweatshirt, leather jacket and black jeans. Hair was nicely done and styled. “I was about to leave for a party, till you interrupted me”, he answered sourly. “Oh, sorry”, I wiped my own tears away and turned around to leave him then. “Wait- where are you going?”, Hyunjin looked at me with a confused, yet angry look. “Home? If you want to leave, then I won’t bother you. It’s okay”, said the girl who spend ten minutes crying in the chest of her best friend, over a boy who treated her like a clown. Yup, sounds about legit. “No, stay here, it makes it actually easier if you’re already here..”, huh what was he even talking about? But after he kicked his shoes off, I walked after him into his room. I felt like there was a detail I was missing out here. Still sniffling from my emotional outburst. Weirdly enough I forgot about that, because right now Hyunjin was more confusing - which said a lot. A glance at one of the clocks in his room, told me it was close to 1am and maybe that was reason he was acting so unusual. “You should really sleep. It’s not good for you to be up so late, especially when being sick”, I watched him, taking his jacket off and feeling tired myself I was one to speak. “I don’t know why you’re even planning on attending a party, when you’re sick, with fever. I mean, you should really take better care of you.”, rambling mode was definitely activated. “You’re hopeless dumb.”, my best friend brushed through his hair, ruining the perfect fit of it. Of course Hyunjin was right, but why was he telling me that now? As if I didn’t knew that already. Donghyun was an asshole and if I had trusted my guts or well, the obvious more, than this wouldn’t had happened in the first place. I sank down on his bed, closed my eyes and hugged my knees, “I know”. Once closing my eyes and being in this familiar environment, I remembered the feel of his lips on mine again. Wait a second- he was leaving for a party. My party? “Did you wanted to look after me?”, opening my eyes, I let myself fall back on his bed, starring at the ceiling of his room. “Maybe”, now I heard how he changed his clothes. Hyunjin was stupid enough to think I would believe he was interested in really leaving his bed or even house, for a party, when feeling like shit. He wasn’t attending any of his courses this week and I looked for him everyday. But there was more behind it. “Sorry for being so selfish and careless with you.”, I then said, without a warning. Now he stopped changing his clothes and I knew he looked at me, thinking about what to say and how to answer this. But he said something, sadly I couldn’t hear it. Already in land of dreams, this was impossible. However, this isn’t the end of the story. I woke up a few hours later, room dark and wrapped up in a blanket. A shadow next to me, Hyunjin for sure. I poked him lightly, but he continued snoring. “I am dumb for thinking Donghyun was really interested in me and for the kiss thing too. I should have listened to you”, I sighed deeply and changed my position in bed. Hyunjin was so nice to take my shoes off, but the rest of my outfit was like before. So I fumbled with my jacket. It was too hot, really. Well lying there in the darkness and talking to myself, I didn’t really expected an answer after all, but after getting one it wasn’t much surprising that my heart stopped beating for a bit. “You’re right, but it is how it is.”, Hyunjins husky voice echoed through the room, followed by a little scream by me and then laughter by him. “How dare you-”, I hit, how I believed, his shoulder and he laughed even more. God, this was so embarrassing, even for our relationship. “You never told me how the kiss was. Did I bite you?”, he then asked out of the blue and what should I say? Thanks to the darkness, he couldn’t see me. “Uhm..it was..ahh I don’t have any other examples to compare you to, so how can I judge it?”, the warmth on my face wandered down my other body parts now. This was new, guess the embarrassment reached, once again, another level. “But you can tell me if you liked it or not”, Hyunjin hesitated saying this. Oh well, my head snapped to the side. Of course I couldn’t see his face, but I had to make sure he was lying there and just had said that. “I did”, whispering silently, my voice was so small and my body so hot, I felt like exploding at any second. Him taking my hand in his, wasn’t helping at all to my condition. “Do you uhh..want another one so you can compare them with each other?”, was my best friend serious at this point? Despite everything I started laughing out loud. “You can’t compare kisses from the same person Hyunjin”, a wide smile broke out on my face. “Only making sure, your horizons are expanded“, this excuse, wow. Just, wow. Lifting my and then his blanket up, I inched closer to him and rested my head against him. I only made the dumbest of decisions, so this here could only lead to a better ending, right? And even if not, I already got the worst cold ever, so exactly how much down could it get. At least Hyunjin now knew how it felt to kiss someone with fever. “And?”, he asked and certainly knew for a fact what I was thinking. “I already told you, you can’t compare kisses from the same person with each other. Both was the same.”, I closed my eyes and smiled to myself, snuggling closer. He put his arms around me and pressed me against him. Can’t really say I didn’t liked that. For sure he was on his way to the same party to look after me and the reason he didn’t wanted to kiss me, certainly wasn’t his fever. Though I wish I had listened to him. This cold was nasty and it had only started. However, I had such a feel that there was someone who liked to take care of me. Perhaps my boyfriend.

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A Different Kind of Challenge [Tendou, Bokuto (Kuroo)]

Summary: It’s an average night at the apartment and Bokuto is in the middle of his at-home workout routine. But when his roommate comes in, he has a brilliant idea to challenge himself further. Except… this wasn’t quite the challenge he was expecting.

Words: 2,111

 AN: A sequel to this

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“Nine hundred eighty-seven, nine hundred eighty-eight, nine hundred eighty-nine…” Bokuto counted aloud from the living room floor. He was in the middle of the sit ups portion of his daily workout session and he paid no mind when one of his roommates walked in, pausing to stare at him skeptically.

“Yeah right. You just started counting at a really high number when you heard me coming, right? There’s no way. Quit showing off,” said Tendou dryly as he moved to lay on the couch. Bokuto only grinned and continued.

It was a regular thing at their shared apartment. Every night, Bokuto would monopolize the living room floor for his workout while one or the other of his roommates was away at their evening classes. It made for less of a hassle all around that he be in only one persons way rather than both. Mondays and Tuesdays were Tendou’s class nights and Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays were Kuroo’s. Saturdays were Bokuto’s break days where he didn’t workout (aside from his morning stretches).

“Nine hundred ninety-nine, one thousand!” he finished spiritedly, flopping down and letting out a dramatic sigh.

“Honestly, don’t you think it’s a little much to be doing this every day, Bo-Bo?” As he chided the larger of the two, Tendou tucked his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. Bokuto chuckled.

“Not at all! It’s fun and at the end of the day, it makes me feel better. And I actually think it helps me sleep.”

“Is that right?” Tendou said dryly.

“Hey, do you think you could help me out a little?!” Bokuto asked, suddenly very excited. Tendou peeked at him through one, lazy eye.

“How do you mean?...” he asked cautiously.

“Get on my back.”

“…”

“…”

“Come again?”

“Get on my back while I do my one thousand push ups! I could use the extra challenge!” Bokuto’s eyes were sparkling with the enthusiasm of his great idea.

“I’d rather staple my tongue to an active missile.”

“Oh, come on, Don’t be like that! All you have to do is sit there,” he pleaded.

“No.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“Pretty please ~ “

“Not gonna happen, big guy.”

“I’ll do the grocery shopping for you for a month!” Tendou tensed.

“You know what? I’ll do it to keep you from doing the shopping,” he said, rolling himself over to sit upright and fix a judgmental gaze on Bokuto.

“…Whaddya mean?”

“Do you actually think I’d trust you with that responsibility? For any amount of time?”

“I can shop – !”

“You suck at shopping, Bo-Bo!”

“I – … What?” said Bokuto dejectedly.

“Bokuto, my bud, you’re a kick-ass cook, but you can’t shop to save your life – and it could.”

“Yes I – !”

“You don’t know how to look for bargains, you don’t pay attention to expiration dates, you under or over-portion… and… man, you impulse buy snack foods and protein powder. No human on this earth needs to consume as much protein as you’ve got infesting our pantry.” There was a heavy pause in which Bokuto seemed to grow a cloud over his head. Oh good, now he was pouting.

“Dude, don’t. Look, I said I’d do it so skip the drama, wouldya?” Tendou said in his best attempt to ease the tension. Bokuto didn’t respond as he only continued his sulking.

“Hey… Okay?” Bokuto sighed.

“…Okay.”

“Okay! So how does this work?” Bokuto moved to the plank position before he looked over his shoulder at Tendou.

“I do push ups, you sit on my back.”

“Criss-cross?”

“Sure.”

It was an awkward process as Tendou tried to get comfortable and balanced without digging a heel or a knee too painfully into Bokuto’s back. As he finally settled, he leaned forward a bit and placed his hands on the larger’s shoulders to keep his balance. Bokuto waited patiently for the shifting and squirming stop, and when he heard a confirmatory sigh of ‘there’ from the red-head, he began.

“One, two, three, four…” Tendou was surprised at how smooth this was. He expected to struggle with his balance, but for the most part he was pretty stable.

“This is like one of those coin-slot carousel horses you find at a convenience store. It smells funny and it’s full of disappointment,” Tendou snarked.

“Don’t be mean! Shut up! You’re gonna make me lose count!” Bokuto whined.

“Alright, big guy, don’t blow a fuse now.” As Bokuto continued, Tendou remained silent well into the two hundreds. He was getting bored, though, so out of pure curiosity, he shifted his hands below Bokuto’s shoulders and rotated them so that the heels were together and gently curled his fingers into his ribs.

“Two hundred sixty-eigaaAA! Hey, watch it! That tickles!” he shrieked. Tendou’s curiosity was sated and he grinned.

“Honestly never woulda pegged you as the ticklish type, Bo-Bo.” Bokuto chuckled.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think I’m as bad as Kuroo, but… Where was I?”

“Two hundred sixty-eight.”

As casual as anything, Bokuto continued, completely oblivious to Tendou’s hatching scheme and wicked grin. The red-head scanned the larger’s broad back, thick neck, and exposed underarms, trying to determine where might be the most effective spot to strike. He opted to press this thumbs into the meat between his shoulder blades. The effect was satisfying enough. He yelped as his back tensed and his elbows gave out, nearly causing him to face plant but he caught himself just in time. The jostle almost made Tendou topple off.

“Hey, common, man! What are you doin’ up there?! Take it easy!”

“Sure,” said Tendou passively before he quickly started squeezing the back of Bokuto’s ribs.

“Gahahah! Hehey! Alright yohou’re doing this on puhurpose!” Bokuto chuckled as his arms betrayed him and slowly lowered him to the ground.

“Nothin’ gets past you, champ,” teased Tendou as his fingers slowed to a stop.

“Lohook, Tendou, I’ve got seven hundred and eighteen more to go. You can tickle me after, but just let me finish this, please?”

“Well, you said you wanted a challenge…” He dug into his shoulders again, drawing startled laughter from Bokuto.

“Whaahahaho! Naha-stooop!”

“Okay, so here’s how this is gonna work: you’re currently in the ‘down’ part of a push up. Up, down, and back up again. You do that, and I’ll stop,” he bargained.

“Noho-that’s insahahaine! I ca-haha, I can’t!”

“Sure ya can; you’re a hulk. Now c’mon, up ya get!”

“Noho, no! I reheally cahahan’t! Please dohon’t!” It was only then that Tendou noticed the extreme lack of struggling Bokuto was doing. He looked behind him and saw how weakly he was kicking. He thought he’d be thrown off right away if Bokuto really wanted him off. Tendou grinned. This just got a whole lot better.

“Oh my god~ You’re the type that can’t move when someone tickles ya, huh?~” His laughter went up when Tendou wriggled his fingers under his arms. “So you don’t think you’re as bad as Kuroo... I donno, man, you seem plenty ticklish to me. At least Kuroo can move.”

“Daha-Please stohop!”

“You know how to make it stop, Bo-Bo. C’mon, up you go!” Bokuto’s arms had contracted in on himself when Tendou got under his arms, but the pure desperation to make the torture stop had him pressing his palms against the floor again attempting to heave his body and Tendou’s off of it. With all his concentration focused on the effort, his laughter deteriorated into throaty giggles. Tendou saw the near success he was having and redoubled his attack, digging in full-force. Half-way up, Bokuto’s laughter was renewed and his body lowered to the floor once again.

“Tehendou, I can’t!”

“Sure ya can. Try again, big guy.” But the poor guy really couldn’t do it, so Tendou decided to ease up and move the assault back to his shoulders. Snickering, Bokuto tried again, making it halfway when Tendou moved once more, this time to Bokuto’s neck.

“Tsehehehe! Staha-!” Bokuto tossed his head from side to side, tucked his chin, and pressed his ears to his shoulders, giggling like mad but finally straightening his arms in a full push up.

“Atta boy!” Tendou cheered, still tickling his neck. “Now you just gotta lower yourself down and push back up again and you’re good!” As easy as he made it sound, Tendou had no intentions of making it so. Bokuto shrieked when the red head suddenly clawed at his very vulnerable stomach, making him crash gracelessly to the floor and practically crushing Tendou’s hands as he wormed them into the sensitive flesh. And judging by his reaction, this was definitely a weak spot.

“Nahaaa! NONONOHO! Pleahese-Tendou! Sta-nahat thERE, THAT’S THE SPOHOHOT! PLEAHESE!” Bokuto cackled. Tendou could say one thing about him: he certainly wasn’t as timid about this as Kuroo was.

“Hey!” 

Speak of the devil. Just then, Kuroo walked in the door, having come home from his evening classes.

“Hey there, putty tat ~ “ said Tendou, not stopping his assault on Bokuto’s belly. When Kuroo came into full view of what was going on, he tensed, looking a little nervous.

“Don’t call me that…” he said dismissively, hurriedly making his way out of the room. Tendou grinned at his poorly hidden panic. Meanwhile, Bokuto continued to die.

“KUROOOOHOHOHAHAHA! HEHELP, PLEASE!” he pleaded. Kuroo stopped and glanced worriedly over his shoulder at his two roommates as all Bokuto seemed to be able to manage in defence against the attack was a weak squirm.

“No power on this earth could convince me to get into that mess.” Kuroo left and the sound of a door being closed in the back of the apartment could be heard.

“Well, so much for that plan, huh, buddy?” Tendou teased.

“Tehendohohou! I-hi, I cahan’t get uhuhuhup!”

“That sucks. Guess I’m just gonna have ta tickle you ta death,” he said passively, wiggling his fingers in the little dips where his stomach meets his hips. Bokuto had had his head turned to the side, but in a moment of sudden bashfulness, he turned his face into the carpet, pressing his nose to the ground and muffling his laughter in the most hilarious way. Tendou almost fell of his back from the distraction of his own laughter.

“One more, man! One mohore!” he cheered, now tweaking and pinching the sides of his stomach.

“StaHA! Sohomewhere else! TIHICKLE SOMEWHER EHEHELSE!”

“Nope. Up.”

Part of him hoped that Tendou would just get bored and stop when he realized Bokuto really wasn’t going to get back up. But the other part of him knew how stubborn Tendou was. Once he set his mind on something… There was no way Bokuto was getting out of this without doing that damn push up. The guy was currently full-on torturing his absolute worst spot and it was honestly more than he could take. At this point, he wasn’t even thinking about it anymore – not that he could; all his brain could focus on was the incessant tickling sensations – but his body did all the work on its own, lifting him off the ground to sweet, sweet freedom.

As soon as he felt his elbows lock out, the tickling stopped and his mental paralysis dissipated, leaving him crashing to the ground once more. Tendou was giggling like an imp as he rolled off the exhausted Bokuto’s back.

“Wayda go, champ!” he praised teasingly as Bokuto struggled to collect himself.

“Youhu troll! You were ahactually gonna tickle mehe ta death, weren’tcha?” he chuckled breathlessly.

“Hey, that was all on you, Bo-Bo. If you had just done the two push ups like I’d said-“

“Ahare you kiddn’ me, man! Thehere’s no way I could’ve done thahat!”

“Sure you coulda!”

“I kinda couldn’t move with you tickling me, string bean.” Bokuto rolled onto his back, a wide grin still firmly in place as he wrapped his arms limply across his chest.

“So I noticed. That’s some handicap you got there, big guy.” Tendou chuckled, scribbling his fingers over Bokuto’s belly, making him twitch and snort. “Aaaaall that muscle and it’s toootally useless when someone tickles ya ~”

“Stahapit- stahap!” Bokuto snorted again, loudly, and Tendou withdrew his hand laughing as the other recovered once more.

“So, really: nothin’? You can’t move at all?”

“Nohot enough to do any good.”

“Why?”

“I donno. Tickling’s just an energy sucker for me, I guess.” Tendou laughed again.

“Well… you ready for those other seven hundred and eighteen other push ups?” he asked but was startled by Bokuto’s sudden full-out laughter.

“Are you kiddn’?! There’s no way! I’m pooped!”

“...Wanna watch that trashy ghost hunter show?”

“Sure.”

As Tendou stood to fetch the remote and switch on the TV, Bokuto didn’t even bother to sit up from his position on the floor, merely turning his head lazily to the screen as it blipped on.

“Tendou?”

“Hmn?”

“I’m thirsty.”  

[simonlovelazy]

Saeran/Reader Halloween Fic

This is my very late contribution to the Halloween craze!!!

(Hey, it’s still Halloween here, ok?)

Title: The One Without a Costume

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Saeran/ Reader, Saeran/You

Tags: Teen and up audiences, mostly crack, attempt at writing something hot lol

Word count: 2452

Summary: You have a theory about people going to costume parties without costumes, but maybe Saeran will manage to change your mind?

takes place somewhere in the secret endings or whenever you want it to

   AO3 link

  The One Without a Costume

You would need way more fingers to count how many times you've heard the good old "don't judge a book by its cover" speech. But there is at least one situation when the rule does not apply. If you're at a costume party, a Halloween costume party to make the sin of dullness even more pronounced, and see a guy sporting his casual clothes, you know exactly what kind of story he is.

        You wait for Halloween the way kids wait for their Christmas gifts, and you’d happily buy yourself an Advent calendar counting down the days of October instead of December, but you don’t think anyone has ever come up with an idea to produce one. You always think what you’re going to dress up as in advance; it takes days to gather the supplies and fabrics, and then even more days (and nights) to sew and glue things together. While the process in itself is a joy, the costume party is the crowning moment, and this you enjoy the most.

          Some people can’t spend so much time or money on their costumes, or they simply don’t care as much as you, and it’s perfectly fine. A bandage mummy and a sheet ghost are not a repelling view – you enjoy the last-moment costumes and giggle at these conveying a pun.

        But the ones without a costume? They don’t attend these parties to have some fun, no, they’re here to announce how much they despise dressing-up, you, and the notion of having fun altogether. Excuse me, sir, but is this too much fun for you? Should we turn the music down? Or maybe, take our stupid costumes and get out?

        You shift from foot to foot. Who would have thought your mouth would turn into the Sahara after a song or two of dancing (and violent singing along)? And this guy! He isn't even pouring himself the damn punch!

        That's it. You readjust your protruding fang, grab a hold of your cloak, and march in the direction of the notorious punch-stirrer with a sense of dignity, head held up high.

        The tactic is to intimidate him with your sheer presence, so without a word, you stand next to him and wait. You have to give him that – even if nothing says “to hell with Halloween” more than a basic black and white raglan t-shirt, the atmosphere around him is saturated with gloom. You’re almost grateful he’s ignoring you and hasn't even looked up from the damn bowl. If his stiff posture and silent determination in stirring can be any determiners, his glare must kill on the spot.

        And so he looks up. "What?"

        You gasp.

        You were right about intensity of his stare. But boy, are his eyes a spooky surprise! One gold and one mint eye narrow at you. The only thing today you expected less than this was the guy who suddenly detached his hand and threw it across the room, scoring well-deserved three points and a little round of applause when it slapped the host across his beautiful face.

        Oh, and also:

        "You look just like this dude running around in a dress! The one with wings and a halo."

        He closes his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.

        "Take what you need and go away."

        You do a once- over at the table. Melting ghost-cupcakes, cookies with yellow pumpkins made of watery icing, and... you actually don't know what cups of dirt are supposed to resemble, or if they're edible at all. Really makes you wonder how much Zen splurged on catering this year.

        "Yeah, but no, just wanted something to drink. Are you done with this?" you ask, pointing at the punch. He hasn't let go of the ladle for a single moment.

        "No," he answers with a scowl. "Still haven't found it."

        "Found what?"

        "My other lens."

        Suddenly you're not thirsty anymore. How do you lose a contact lens in a bowl of punch is a mystery you don't venture to solve.

        "Are you going to put it back in your eye when you find it?"

        He actually dumps the ladle and throws you the most incredulous look you've ever been gifted. He has quite a repertoire of glares, you must say.

        "No."

        "Then, why not forget about it and enjoy the party? But first, maybe flush the whole thing down the toilet, 'cause if someone chokes himself to death, I'll be the first one to point at you to the cops."

        "At least if someone chokes, we’ll have one convincing ghost in here," he says half-smiling, which suits him in a devilish kind of way. And he’s kinda right – the ghost girls in short skirts may be cute, but they have small chances to scare anyone present.

        You're about to make a brilliant remark when he grabs the massive vessel and walks off.

        "Come on, you'll open the door for me," he throws without turning his head, and you find yourself scurrying behind him before you have the time to question it.

The trip isn't long which isn't surprising considering the size of the apartment. The problem is that there are more people squeezed on one square metre than it should be physically possible, and still more and more guests pours in and, naturally, at least half of the gathering is partying in the line to the bathroom. There's Aladdin and his Carpet (she's not having a good time, you can tell), a promiscuous cat, three colourful feathery beings, and yes, you have found Wally, and guessing by the colour of his face, he really needs to go in asap.

        "Kitchen?"

        "Kitchen."

When the punch is finally gone in the kitchen sink, or more precisely, spluttered all over the mountains of the dirty dishes (still no signs of the lens to be seen), you start shifting uncomfortably. It must be a Halloween miracle (or rather a trick of fate) because there’s no one in the kitchen save for you and the guy without a costume.

        Only the muted echoes of music reach in here, so when you clear your throat, the sound is deafening. “I think I should go now.”

        “Why so fast? Is anyone waiting for you?” he asks. He's leaning on the counter, the tap behind his back letting out droplets like a metronome. One silence, two silences, three silences...

        In the pale light of the full moon, seeping through the window on the side, the shadows on his face become more pronounced and sinister. Even though he's not wearing a terrifying disguise, or any disguise at all, he gets a shiver out of you.

        “I came here with a friend.”

        “But?” he initiates, raising an eyebrow. Maybe he noticed how you were dancing alone on the makeshift dance floor.

        “But the last time I saw her, she was getting handsy with a werewolf in the parking lot.”

        He hums thoughtfully. “She shouldn't have left you alone.”

        It may be an attempt at consolation, but the way he says it earns another shiver from you. Was his voice low like this earlier?

        You step back to lean on the fridge and fold your arms, trying to mirror his casualness.“What are you doing here, anyway? You don't strike me as a costume-party animal.”

        “Wasn't really my choice. I had to come because I'm in the same organisation as our Zen.”

        The only organisation that comes to your mind is the RFA, but again, he doesn't look like a guy doing charity work. Not that you have time to mull it over with him lazily leaving his spot and coming in your direction.

        Suddenly you understand the infamous toil of breathing in a corset.

        “And you? A musical actor, perhaps?” he asks, jumping on a counter next to the fridge. You don't like how his new spot allows him to look down at you.

        For a terrible second you think the hand he's reaching out will be placed somewhere on you, and you freeze in both panic and anticipation. You only allow yourself to breath out when it lands above your head and starts playing with magnets.

        It’s hard to tell if he's playing with you or being clueless.

        What was the question again?

        “Haha, no. The werewolves-favouring girl is. I'm just the unnecessary plus one.”

        He takes his hand away from the fridge, visibly pleased with the rearranged magnetic letters. You twist your neck to see better, and surely enough, they spell some nasty words. How old is he?

        A warm breath tingles your exposed skin where the high collar has slid down a little, the stranger still hovering above your head. You will yourself to face him again, but then, oh Lord, his playful smirk can't mean anything good.

        This time his hand aims for you, you can tell by how his funny eyes never leave your face. He's not hurrying anywhere, and you can't stand the anticipation; it's hard to stand still as he closes the distance between you even more, ever so slowly.

        Against your better judgement, you pucker up your lips, but his hand doesn't cup your face like you hoped it would. Instead, he gets the hold of your chin with his thumb, and the next thing you know, the soft pad of his index finger traces the outline of your lips. He brushes your cupid's bow with a feathery-like delicacy, grazes your bottom lip, and pushes it slightly down. You open your mouth just a little, paying no heed to the gasp escaping it in the process, and only then you realise that the poking out fang has been painfully biting on your lip the whole time.

        “I wouldn't say–”

        “Saeran!” Someone turns all the lights on. “Stop hiding out like that, my costume is incomplete without you!”

        You jump away from said Saeran, adjust the collar of your cloak in the name of decency, and wholeheartedly hope that your pale make-up manages to cover the blush underneath.

        Saeran's clone creeps in the threshold, clutching a hem of his white gown with an unexpected skill and grace.

        “Oh! Am I interrupting something?” he asks innocently, but comes a couple steps closer to the two of you.

        “Yes, yes, you are!” Saeran growls, straightening. You can't help but share his annoyance. What it was exactly and where it was going – you don't know – and now, you may never get the chance to find out.

        “Sorry~” Saeran's clone wears a mischievous grin which doesn't quite match the halo on his head. “At least put on these,” he says, throwing something in your general direction. Only when Saeran catches it, you can take a better look. It's a head-band with devil's horns attached to it.

        So he has a costume, after all. Not the most elaborate, but still better than nothing. He doesn’t look too keen to wear it, though.

        "No horns, no party!” the one in a dress yells enthusiastically.

        "I’ll choose ‘no party,’ then."

        "Not an option! Sorry, I’m not the one making the rules. So, suit up and come – let's get this party started with some conga line, whaddya say?” he's about to leave when he turns around once more, “The vampire princess is also invited~”

        And with the last wiggle of his eyebrows, the dress-clad guy is gone.

        You snatch the horns from Saeran's hands – it's the cheap-plastic kind of deal you can get at any festival. And surely enough, you find the switch. The glowing red horns land on his head, sticking out almost seamlessly from his dishevelled red locks.

        “And now you too?” He tries to throw it off, but you stop him.

        “Oh, c’mon! Make my millennium.” You step back a little to give him an assessing look. “Suits you.”

        Saeran shakes his head in a feigned disbelief, “There’s a special spot in hell for sinners like you.”

        “I’d love to find out what you’d do to me if I got there, but I’m afraid I’m immortal.” You say in, what you hope is, a seductive whisper.

        From this angle, the red lights glimmer in his eyes like a warning.

        “We'll have to make do with the time we have tonight,” he says.

        It must have been flirting done right because he grabs you by your waist, bringing you closer to him.

        “Wanna get out of here, princess?” he murmurs to your ear, the timbre of his husky voice shattering your facade of composure.

        You only manage to hum in response, but it’s enough, and soon you find yourself lead out the kitchen and through the crowd of sweaty bodies, his hand never letting go of yours. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you’re looking around afraid that Saeran’s brother will appear in front of you to ruin the fun.

        It’s been a while since you’ve done something spontaneous, and somehow Saeran seems to be a perfect person to be irresponsible with. God, you needed this. You run and giggle at how stupid it is that you’re dressed up as a vampire and yet feel so alive.

        When you finally reach the door, you still keep an eye on the surroundings, making sure you’re out of radar range while Saeran is skimming trough the overflowing hallstand. You came here wearing only your cloak, but something tells you, you won’t be cold tonight. He finally pulls out his leather jacket from underneath the tons of other clothes, but he’s not done there until he fishes out car keys from some other jacket’s pocket.

        “It’s not yours, is it?” you ask, but he only smiles in a truly devilish way and goes out.

        Yes, definitely, he’s not the bore you took him for. The party hasn’t even started yet.

        You only catch him up at the end of the staircase leading out of this weird underground apartment. He pushes the door open, ready to go into the night, knowing that you’ll follow, but you tag at his arm stalling him in place.

        “No, wait!”

        He turns to you with an adorably puzzled look, and you do the only logical thing. His jacket isn’t zipped up, it barely hangs on him, and it’s almost too easy to stand up on your toes and aim where every vampire would. The contact ends in a blink, but leaves you gasping for breath.

        Your dark lipstick leaves a mark on his pale neck. He looks pleased, but still very much puzzled, and the recognition lights up in his eyes only when you jingle the keys in his face.

        “I’m driving.”

~~

On that day, Yoosung promised himself that under no circumstances will he ever take care of party snacks again.

[eerythingisshaka]

Wakanda Got Y’all Pt. 6

[Black Panther x Insecure Mashup]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Some smut pops off.  This a Molly chapter, btw!

Molly sits in her office typing up a deposition for a case she is working on.  She sits back rubbing her eyes out of exhaustion from all of the meetings and paperwork she has had to thumb through this week, her vacation could not come soon enough.  Molly reaches for her phone to check her messages for the umpteenth time.  Erik hadn’t hit her back since she followed Issa’s basic advice of texting him first to make plans.  Molly knew Issa had no clue what she was talking about.  The only message she got was from Issa asking about some girls night get-together with the crew, date tbd.  That was definitely a big mood for Molly at the moment:  bougie wine and apps for half price happy hours.  

When Molly headed home that evening, she stopped by the doggy babysitter to pick up Flavor Flav.

“Hey, man!  You have a good time with your homies and girlfriends today?”  Molly smiles, petting him lovingly.

The doggysitter looks at her wearily.  “Mr. Flav is definitely a casanova to say the least.”

Molly shrugs.  “Thankfully he is neutered cuz bitches be crazy, right?”  Molly cackles to herself as the doggysitter walks away stone faced.

Molly rolls her eyes as she walks out, talking to Flavor Flav.  “Snooty ass.  Your little self lucky I get a discount here, or you’d be in the hood where the real ones at.”

As Molly walks towards her car, a person catches her peripheral across the street.  She does a double take before recognizing the gentleman.  Erik in the plain daylight with a little Boxer puppy dog in his arm walking up the street, looking too good in his classic distressed jean jacket and shades.   Molly ducks on one side of her car to avoid being spotted.  She curses under her breath as she looks through windows to track his path.   Erik looks behind him for traffic before starting to cross the street, causing Molly to unlock her doors and fly in the backseat of her car to out Flavor Flav in his carrier.   Instead of going around the car to get into the passenger door, she tries climbing over the front seats to make for a smooth getaway.  Unfortunately, her elbow landed on the horn, causing a loud honk.

“Shit!”  Molly says with her eyes closed before peeking to see Erik peering at her in her car.

“Aye, Molly!”  Erik says, flipping his shades off, grinning like they were old friends seeing each other for the first time.

Molly straightens herself up in her seat and lets the window down.  “Hey, wassup?”  she asks.

Erik leans in with his puppy.  “Nothing much right now.  I didn’t know you had a dog.”  

Molly nods, bucking her eyes.  “Yup.  He’s pretty quiet, so I can see how you may have ignored him….”  Molly lets her statement linger, hoping the underlying message is louder.

Erik peers at Molly biting his lips to fight back a smile.  “I see.  Look, I got your text but I didn’t hit you back cuz I didn’t want to come off too...thirsty.  I mean, we had fun at the diner spot and your apartment, but I couldn’t gage your signals either.”

Molly thinks back on the vodka tonics she drank with the blunt she had via Erik’s stash and it may have messed with her judgment a little.  “No, it was fun...for me.  I didn’t want it to end but you pulled some psychology shit on me that had me second guessing.”

Erik’s puppy fights his hands to get to Molly, but Erik holds it close.  “Uh huh.  And I mean that shit.  I don’t wanna fuck you up with a good time cuz you timid acting all of a sudden.”

“That’s why I texted you soooo…I’m making an appointment...”  Molly says.

Erik looks at Molly a moment too long before looking away smiling.  “Aight.  That’s what I wanna hear.  For future reference ‘hey big head’ isn’t something I respond to so...”

Molly clutches her pearls looking fake hurt.  “J’accuse me of these things?  What is the meaning of this?”

Erik reaches for his pocket.  “I can give you physical evidence if that’s necessary.  Read receipt and all.”

Molly puts her hands up to block his phone.  “Nah, nah, nah.  It ain’t gotta be like that.  You good on any MLK boulevard out here.”

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought.  So, where to Moll?”  Erik puts his puppy down on the seat as it still bucks to fly towards Molly.

Molly shrugs, petting the dog a little as it licks her hand.  “I don’t know, you puttin me on the spot.  What’s his name by the way?”

“HER name is Missy, and she my main bitch, just so you know.  And there you go pussy-footin around.  You let me pick, it might be Waffle House with Kelli and Baku again if you playin.”

“No!  Hell no, anything but that!  Kelli is a damn mess, and with him they are walking porn flick waiting to happen.

“Oh, you know what, if you ain’t got no ideas, I actually just thought of something you might like.”  Erik says, picking Missy up.

Molly perks up in curiosity.  “Whatchu thinkin?”

Erik wags a finger.  “That ain’t the deal!  You wanna know where you goin, you pick.  Otherwise, I’ll tell you when we pullin up.”

Molly rolls her eyes.  “Now, you know you can’t pull that shit today.  I still don’t know you from shit else, so you gotta at least give me some hints.”

Erik thinks about it.  “I mean I promise I won’t kill you?  But if that ain’t enough, I’ll give you three guesses.  Use em wisely.”

Molly plays with her keys in thought.  “Is it a place of business?”

Erik half nods.  “Yeah, yeah it is.”

“Ok, is it a crowded place?”

Erik bites his lip, shaking his head.

“Oh my God, Erik, if you playing me with some innuendo shit-”

Now Erik was clutching his pearls, laughing.  “Come on!  I don’t always joke about sex with you!  Chill!  Now was that a question, cuz you got one left.”

“No, uh uh!  Ummm, should I eat before?  Oh, is it like casual or formal?”

Erik looks at her disapprovingly.  “Moll, that was like three questions, you better pick one with your indecisive ass.”

“Fine!  Should I eat before?”  Molly asks.

Erik chuckles.   “Hungry ass...you could, but not heavy I’d say, just in case.”

Molly squints at him before putting her keys in the ignition.  “Ok, Erik.  When you tryna do this?”

Erik backs up off the car.  “We doin this at 8pm tomorrow night.  Don’t need your heels either, dress comfy.”

“Ha!  You answered one of my other questions, bloop!  I’m working on this project for work though, so no overnight shit unfortunately.”

Erik and Missy start down the sidewalk.  “We’ll see.  You might enjoy it that much.”

--

Next day Molly gets dressed for another night with Erik.  She took a half day from work just because she could, and to get her entire body reupholstered for the evening.  As she put her face and wig together, Molly talks to Issa on speaker.

“Awww, so you and Flavor Flav and his dog could go on playdates!”  Issa squeals excitedly.

Molly clicks at Issa.  “You know Flavor Flav is like middle aged right?  He don’t wanna be associated with no high energy child.”

“Oh! Speaking of playdates, you down for the girls night right?”

Molly sets her face.  “Yes, it’s been a minute since we all been together for a tea time, and we all got little situations and shit.”  Molly cackles as she whips her wig on.

“We still whores in Tiffany’s eyes, just to keep up humble.  But I’m not ready to call T’Challa a situation.  We just made out and watched some shows until we started yawning.  Plus now his ex is dropping hints and I don’t want that smoke.”

Molly’s eyes widen.  “Oh shit, is she threatening you or something?”

“I mean, a little bit.  She said it in riddles, but it as pretty clear she want T’Challa to stay single.”  Issa mumbles.

Molly looks herself over in the mirror.  Some cute pastel pink cuffed short shorts, a breezy blouse with a nice mid-plunge back and a long necklace with a simple circle/triangle charm.  “Listen, I know they puttin money into We Got Y’all, but there is no reason for her to dig into your personal life.  She don’t even know you like that.”

Issa snaps her fingers.  “Yo, that’s right!  She don’t know me!  I should invite her to our girls night!”

Molly looks back at her phone in shock.  “Excuse me?”

“It would be perfect!  I haven’t gotten to know her yet, this way I could show her the real me and maybe even some more details on T’Challa.”

“You lookin to have a Real Housewives reunion is what you wanna do.  I don’t want alcohol soaked bundles bitch, quit playin.”  Molly says picking her phone up to make sure Issa heard it.

Issa shushes Molly.  “No!  We are co-workers, ain’t none of that goin down, we’ll be braiding each other hair by the end.  You just worry about where dude is taking you out.  I didn’t take you for the adventurous type.”

“Pssh, I’m not, trust me.  But that’s what I’m tryna do, live a little.  I keep my head in the books too much, I ain’t let loose in a minute.  He just better act right.”

“Watch him pull you up to McDonalds for the dollar menu, haha!”  Issa cackles.

“Tsk, bada ba ba BYE BITCH!”  Molly hangs up on Issa with love in her heart for her friend.  She was thinking the same thing, but she held faith this will at least be a good dick night if anything.

A few moments later, Erik texts her that he has arrived at her place.  Molly tries to hold back her approval of his wheels as she gets in.  “Hey, you’re on time.  I didn’t know if you were gonna test me again like ‘do you really want me to come over?’ type shit or not.”

Erik scratches behind his neck flexing.  “Hell nah, I got reservations girl!”

Pulling off, Molly looks over at Erik goofily.  “Ahh, reservations huh?  Good, I’m hungry as hell!”

Erik looks Molly down.  “Shit, where the hell it all go.  You always lookin for your next meal.”

Molly puts up a finger.  “I will suppress that shade you just thrown so we are clear!  My metabolism will not be shamed tonight, kind sir.  Continue your route, this will be considered in your review.”

“Oh, so now I’m Driving Miss Daisy?”  Erik smiles, light catching his gold fronts.

Molly stifles a laugh.  “If you wanna dig into old aunty references, yeah.  Let’s go Morgan!” she says with a handclap.

The drive out was so long that Molly almost fell asleep with the lull of the ride.  She stirs when she feels Erik’s hand on her leg.  “Aye, get up, we here.”

ERik undoes his seatbelt getting out.  Molly checks her mouth for drool real quick, smoothing her hair before he opens her door.  Taking his hand she looks around the airfield.

“Nigga, is this a airport?”  Molly asks confused.

Erik chuckles looking out in the distance.  “In a way.  It’s private, so you ain’t seeing no flights come through any time soon.”

Molly chokes back a gasp, pointing at something in the distance.  “Did you really set up a table over there?  With the candles and shit?”

Erik shrugs sneakily, as he walks her over to the spot.  Rose petals covered the tablecloth with shutes of champagne surround some chocolate covered strawberries.  “I told you I had a reservation.  The maintenance crew woulda lapped these up if I had been even a minute late.”

Erik takes a glass handing it over to Molly.  

Molly sips, picking up a strawberry.  “I mean, this just isn’t what I had in mind though.  You got me speechless with this.”

Erik bites his lip, gazing into Molly’s face.  “That’s fine, we ain’t gotta talk at all honestly.”

Molly almost chokes on her berry, sipping some more champagne.  “Slow down, I mean this is nice, but did you really bring me out here to just talk and eat fruit?”  Erik makes an O face, stepping back from Molly.  “It’s nice I said!  I’m just sayin though-”

“Ok, Ms. Annalise Keating!  You need somethin to shock your system, you ain’t said nothin but a word.  Let’s get high then.”  Erik takes Molly’s drink and sets it on the table.  

Molly shakes her head.  “Uh uh, I told you I got work, Erik!”  He wraps his arm around her waist as they walk, pointing ahead of them.  “You see that bird over there?”

Molly can’t help but notice the single engine plane in the middle of the tarmac.  “Oh shit…”

Erik starts laughing.  “You remember I told you I’m a pilot, right?  You bored and everything, let me show you the city from the sky, huh?”

Molly stutters feeling herself combust with sweat.  “Erik, I’m not too good with heights.”

Erik goes to open a door, unfolding a set of stairs.  “Once you get up in the sky, you won’t even be worried about it.  You been on a plane right?  Business meetings and alldat?”

“Yeah but-”

Erik reaches a hand out to Molly.  “I’m tryna bring a little more excitement in your damn life.  I don’t know what you been goin through, but I ain’t seen that air of confidence from when I first met you.  Trust me on this, I ain’t gonna let us down, I got you.”  Erik’s voice we barely above a whispers towards the end of his sentence, but Molly took a deep breath to hype herself up before walking towards him, placing her hand in his.

Getting into the second seat behind him, Erik helped to buckle her in properly, giving her knee a pat of reassurance as he closed the door.  Getting into the front, Molly watched Erik as he buckled himself in, flipping switches and pushing buttons.

Molly starts to get nervous again.  “How long have you been flying?”

“A little over ten years now.  Started when I was at the Academy, did a little in the Navy.”  Erik says, looking over his panel as the engine starts up.

Molly grips her seat, her voice quivering.  “Oh yeah, military, that’s great.  Land of the free, home of the brave.”

Erik looks over his shoulder.  “You gonna be alright, breathe for me.”

Molly breathes out roughly and erratically.  Looking at the tarmac illuminated by little lights gave her more anxiety as the plane began to move, circling the lanes.

“Ohhh my God, oh my God!”  Molly yells out.

“Yeah, we on our way, just a while longer, you can take it.”  Erik encourages her calmly.

“Wooo, no I canNOT!  It’s too tight in here, I need air!”  Molly exclaims.  

Erik pushes the acceleration, getting ready for lift off.  “You mess with any damn latches back there, I’m throwin your ass out myself.  Don’t fuck with my shit!”  Erik says authoritatively as they achieve lift off.  Molly still woots and hollers as her stomach dips between her legs.  Locking her thighs together, she sings praises to the Lord and Savior.

“See?  Ain’t so bad.  Look at the window, Moll.”  Erik says.

Molly exhales as her head stops spinning.  “We ain’t out the woods yet, nigga.  But damn…”  Molly’s voice is taken when she sees the city lights below her.  “Damn, it’s like the stars are under our feet….oh shit, my head spinning again.”  Molly takes a break closing her eyes.  

Erik laughs.  “We ain’t that high, you good.  It’s beautiful though, right?”

“Uh huh.  It really is.”  Molly says peaking cautiously.

“This my favorite place to be.  Up in the air, it’s the best view you can ever have.  And it’s peaceful and quiet….usually.”  Erik quips.

“Ok, you gotta give me credit for even getting in this thing.  I didn’t promise to be cute and silent about it.”

“No, you didn’t.  Got me there Ms. Keating, but I wouldn’t take it back for nothin.  I finally got some realness outta you, no primpin or posh actin shit.”

Molly chuckles, wiping her brow as the high of adrenaline courses through her, stimulating her senses.  “I ain’t never been a punk, remember that.  Now I am ready to get down.  Too much excitement and champagne.”

“Oh, you ready for the ground?”  Erik starts to descend too sharply, making Molly feel it in her stomach again.  

“Shit!  Easy!”  Molly screams out.  Erik had full control of the reactions of her body with the mess he kept trying to pull from the cockpit.

“Yeah, you felt that one, huh?”  Erik does an evil laugh as he descends properly onto the tarmac.  Once they land, Erik lets Molly out of the plane down the little set of steps, looking frazzled as expected.  

“Damn!  Look at you!  Lookin like you just went 12 rounds, girl!”  Erik takes his finger, swiping it across Molly’s collarbone to dramatically measure who sweat before wiping it on his pants.  Molly was so glad to finally be on the ground she practically lept into Erik’s arms, pulling him in for a tongue heavy kiss.  Erik groaned in surprise, but quickly went with the flow as his hands traveled her back, tripping back on the set of stairs behind him.  

Molly’s hands find his belt, unfastening it and his fly to gain access to his joystick.  “Damn, you that hard al-fuckin-ready?”  Molly has breathlessly as she undoes her shorts, pulling them down.  Erik looks at her entranced, pulling his pants down further, stroking himself as she gets undressed.  “Cuz I fuckin like you?  Damn, just bring yo ass.”

Molly straddles him on the stairs, stretching herself over him as she clutches his shoulder and one side of the plane for stability.  Erik grips Molly’s ass, willing her over him completely as he begins to work a rhythm with her.  Molly shrieks with pleasure.  “That’s it, gimme that big dick daddy long stroke!!”

Erik bites his lip as works his hips towards her, pummeling her walls in response.  “Don’t fuck up my tempo, ride this shit out til I’m done!”

Molly could barely take it but did her best as she began to slouch weakly from the pleasurable contractions breaking her down to squeeze around him.  Erik pulls Molly up by her neck to look him in his face as she came.  Molly finds some residual strength to work her hips with his, licking on his mouth pleading for him to cum.  Erik smacks her ass in retaliation, snarling and straining as his end drew near.  Erik popped out of Molly, pulling Molly up to him as he jacked himself off, spilling his seed over her ass cheeks, grunting viscerally as he finished.

Erik looks up at Molly, letting out a deep breath, looking very relaxed.  “Now that’s what the fuck I’m talkin bout Molly, shit!”

Molly felt all her walls coming down as her state of arousal hangs heavy like a fog.  In a haze of bliss, Molly plays in his locs.  “I know what you mean.  You fucked the brokeness out my pussy real quick.”

Erik screws his face up.  “The hell you talkin bout?  Pussy broke?”

Molly shakes her head, trying not to ruin the moment with her and Issa’s inside joke.  “I mean, you broke this pussy up, baby!  Damn!”

Erik laughs, stroking her face.  “You still hungry?”

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[atherix0]

hello again, i come back here bc for some reason it's less scary than commenting on ao3 LMAO NEW SCAR LORE DROPPED WHO ELSE CHEERED!! of course he's an elf, it makes so much sense now ahhh. but also he's half human........ i feel so bad for him, he knew this whole time that his own magic limitations will kill him eventually :( and that's why he doesn't want people to get close to him because he doesn't want them to hurt when he's gone, i'm not crying at all . he's such a good character oh my goddd i seriously love him so bad. also grian not sleeping for three days straight and looking at his glyph the whole time:( he cares abt scar so much man. that scene where he's talking to grian at the end made me emotional, he's never really had someone care about him him this much until grian appeared in his life :( sorry this is just a scar love letter tbh lmaoo, i would take a bullet (or in this case a dagger) for him the way you write all the fantasy lore and the little details makes me insane btw, all the stuff about how magic works and how different magical creatures act is so interesting to read :D AND YAYYY MUMBO AND GRIAN KISSED!! (while scar was literally dying) gay people win hehe. they are so soft with each other... mumbo casually calling grian "love" is so cute oml i care about them a lot<33 mumbo being like "yeah i don't care about scar at all" and then doing his best to save scar's life after he almost got killed, he's actually a softie on the inside . and scar and mumbo decided to start over, gay people win again!! it made me sad when mumbo said they hate each other and scar got all quiet and told him he doesn't hate him, mumbo doesn't know that scar loves him ahhh. i hope they get some boy best friend bonding time soon, they deserve it hehe also seeing that you updated the series made me so happy, i'm infected with the brainrot now i have to think about them All the time. as always i'm looking forward to next updates and i hope you're doing well and not overworking yourself too much!! <3

Ha, I can understand that, commenting on AO3 makes me so anxious like jkgfdjk

NEW SCAR LORE NEW SCAR LORE let me tell you every time I write Scar Lore(TM) I get so happy because I love writing about him <3 He's my boyy <3 Haha I tried so hard to drop hints that he isn't just human without outright saying "yeah mans ain't human" and the closest I came to that was Grian actually asking Mumbo "Is Scar human?" cuz Grian is very perceptive (*cough cough*) and something didn't add up for him lol- And yep, he knew this whole time poor boyo... Hahaha now I wonder where he got the idea that it's better to have never loved at all than to love and lose... >:) Grian has lost so much he can't take losing someone else and he's gonna feel guilt about this for the rest of his life </3 hahaa Scar may have had some people in the past he could talk to... buuut teenagers are not the best about things like this, and their coping mechanisms mayy have had a rather negative effect on Scar, in the long run... hehe but that's a story for the future~ AND SAME I would die for this man (which is how you know I am absolutely giving him a happy ending, also because I hate bad endings)

Hhh thank you~ I'm one of those "if they're all the same then what's the point" writers so it's important to me that they all act differently <3 I mean come on what's the fun of writing about an Avian, a half-Elf and a Vampire if I can't even be like "cultural differences my beloved <3" and also throwing (future) boyfriends into the deep end of Elven culture lmao let me tell you how soft I am about the first time Scar lets Grian play with/brush his hair-

I am so feral when people call their S/O "love," it's one of the endearments my ex gf used (and we're still on great terms so the endearment isn't ruined for me and it still makes me so soft haa <3) and I definitely knew I wanted Mumbo to use it hjfgdskjfdsj <3 ALSO yes first kiss on the low after a stress-filled adrenaline-rushed terrifying moment, always the best <3 haha

Mumbo's the Vampire who mourned a bird he hadn't even known existed three seconds ago, there is no way that man wouldn't have done whatever he could to save Scar <3 B/c he might not like Scar at this point but Scar certainly hasn't done anything worth dying over so- AND YEAH STARTING OVER it's literally the only way these two can go forward cuz their relationship is already negative ten steps back, Scar why <3 Oh and yes I cackled deviously as I wrote that Mumbo: I know we hate each other but Scar, who literally has a massive crush on Mumbo, big enough that Grian picked up on it just from brief mentions of Mumbo: Excuse me what But also Grian's feeling guilty about it u_u Like "oh I'm a terrible friend" hjfdskjfds but as we find out eventually Scar is not only oblivious but he doesn't have a jealous bone in his body... Meanwhile Grian and Mumbo are both very jealous people hjfgdsjk which will be fun in the future when Scar has absolutely zero awareness about people flirting with him, I freaking love this oblivious half-Elf man- Since deciding to post the story this way, rather than all at once (which, with how vastly different in tone/conflict some of these sections are, is I think a good thing-) I have been writing so many bonding scenes for them because I need them in my life <3 It takes a bit for them to actually get past the old habits but they're gonna try dangit <3

No worries! I'm not overworking myself, writing is a passion of mine and writing is one of my favorite things to do during my breaks/before and after work, so <3 Only thing I have to watch out for is my eyes hjfdsjk <3 Thank you so much, I'm really happy you're enjoying this story! They live in my head rent free <3 I'm having so much fun writing it, and I love to hear any brainrot or theories/predictions or anything you want to share <3 I'll try to resist giving out too many spoilers~

[sae-you-sae-me]

Congrats on the 707th post! I love the way you guys right parent!RFA, so i was thinking...how would the RFA + Saeran react to catching their child kissing/making out with their boyfriend/girlfriend. I think it would be funny xD Thanks

Haha, thanks! Sorry it took so long, but here you go! For the sake of his headcanon, let’s just say their parents aren’t too keen on their kids making out;) 

Zen:

He was having trouble as it was accepting that his daughter was dating Jumin’s son

But he was slowly coming to terms

Enough to let his daughter have her boyfriend over to hang out at the house

His daughter and Jumin’s son were just relaxing in the furnished basement

She decides the movie is a bit boring, so she starts with a kiss to his cheek

And starts trailing down his jaw until she finally reaches his lips

Things heat up pretty quickly after that and they’re having a full make-out session

Meanwhile, a blissfully oblivious Zen forgot his wallet in the basement

So he just casually strolls down the stairs and calls out for his wallet

He doesn’t see them at first, since the back of the couch is to him

So he assumes they left or something…until he goes to check the cushions

He sees red and gasps really loudly

At this point, his daughter and her dazed boyfriend notices and jumps fifty feet apart

To make things worse, he was sitting on Zen’s missing wallet

“First, your lips are on my daughter, and then your butt is on my wallet? Get out of my house!” 

The kid is smart so he gets out as quick as he can

Meanwhile, Zen lectures his daughter for an hour or two until finally you intervene because your daughter probably got the point

She’s also grounded for…awhile until Zen cools off from the incident

Yoosung:

Yoosung’s son has a pretty steady relationship with his girlfriend

And finally they have an evening to themselves since he thought Yoosung was busy and you were out of the house

So he invites his girlfriend over for a movie, some snacks, and oops they’re making out on the couch

Yoosung, on the other hand, wasn’t as busy as his son thought he was

So he casually comes in to check how his son is doing

He sees his son’s back, face forward in what appears to be the couch

Naive and oblivious, Yoosung smiles, “Did you lose something in the cushions?”

There is a surprised scream from his son as well as a higher pitched scream

It is then that Yoosung sees the girl underneath his son

He gets super red and walks out of the room muttering apologies under his breath

But then it clicks that it’s his son…and what his son was doing…and he’s just

“Is this allowed?….It’s not allowed!”

Turns on his heel and tirades into the room again to lecture his son, he doesn’t care if his girlfriend is still in the room

Eventually, the poor girl just slips out of the house unnoticed

She runs into you by the driveway though

You see her messed up hair and smeared lipstick, and you hear Yoosung yelling from inside the house

You just go, “Oh…you won't’ be seeing your boyfriend for awhile.”

Jaehee:

Jaehee was working late that day

So, her son thought it would be a good idea to invite his girlfriend over for…a bit of fun

He doesn’t really know what happened

They were just talking, she kissed him, and then it all went crazy from there

So crazy, they didn’t even hear the door open when Jaehee walked in

She doesn’t understand what she’s seeing at first

Her son is usually reserved, responsible, and suddenly he’s turned into a vampire

Awkwardly, she clears her throat to get their attention

When that doesn’t work, she grabs her son’s ear and physically pulls him away from the girl, who she’s surprised hasn’t turned blue yet from lack of oxygen

She calmly but firmly tells the girl to go home

Her son knows what he did going against the rules to have someone in the house alone

So he takes it well when she grounds him and gives him a short talk

But after he leaves to his room, Jaehee just kinda breaks down a little

She’s so embarrassed and she can’t the image of her son lip-locked with a girl out of her head

Jumin:

It all started with a stressful day at work

When he comes home, the first thing he sees is Elizabeth in the next room sitting on a glass shelf she’s not supposed to be on

So he just yells, “Elizabeth!”

She doesn’t move, so he steps towards the room

That’s when he sees something worse

His daughter was underneath her boyfriend while said boyfriend was aggressively kissing her mouth

Before Jumin can say a word, Elizabeth jumps from the shelf and lands on the couple

His daughter screams, “Elizabeth!” before seeing Jumin in the doorway

She pushes her boyfriend onto the floor and sits on the couch and tries to act like nothing happened

“Hey, we were just talking.”

“Too closely, I’ll say,” Jumin shoots back, feeling his blood start to boil

He calmly pulls the boy upto his feet and escorts him to the door

He doesn’t say anything, despite the boy apologizing,

He just sets him outside the door, looks him dead in the eye, and then slams it on his face

When he tries to face his daughter, he just can’t think straight

He gets to the point where he’s irrational

“Go brush your teeth and we’ll talk about this later.”

“But, it’s not even dinner–”

“Go brush your teeth!”

He needs some wine…

Seven:

Seven actually liked his daughter’s boyfriend

He seemed respectable and responsible and fun

So much so, Seven even let his daughter borrow one of his cars for her date

Seven was sitting on the couch with you and he glances at his watch, “Wow. They’re usually on time. Wondering what’s holding them past curfew.”

He decides to go check the garage in case the couple had just gotten caught up talking

When he walks in, he sees his car in the garage…and both his daughter and her boyfriend inside

He sees them kissing over the console, which is fine

He doesn’t mind a few kisses between them

But this one kiss is long….he even counts under his breath, “One…three…seven seconds…”

When he sees the boy start to recline the seat, he jumps into action

Goes on the passenger side of the car and starts yelling to get their attention

That doesn’t work because they’re too submerged in their own make-out session

Panicking, Seven bangs on the boy’s window and yelling, “Consent!”

“I did consent!” his daughter yells back after the fiftieth time

“I didn’t!” Seven shouts back

He tries for the door, but the boyfriend locks it, terrified for his life

It just makes Seven madder, “Oh, want to play like that?”

He grabs his spare key from his pocket and unlocks the door

His daughter opens her side of the car and tells her boyfriend to run for it

Seven still chases after him to the end of the lot sending the poor boy screaming until the end of the entire block

Once that’s taken care of, he returns to his daughter where he promptly informs her that since she likes cars so much, she’d be washing his

“All six of them??”

“Yup! Wax on, wax off, sweetheart!”

Saeran:

Saeran was aware that his daughter had her boyfriend over

He was fine with it, he guessed

So he was just doing his own thing, cooking dinner in the kitchen and chopping up some meat with a butcher knife

He realizes the couple had gone quiet from the other room awhile ago, and wants to check if everything is okay

Without bothering to wash his hands, he slips into the hall for a quick peek

He expects them to be engrossed in the TV or homework, as they usually were

Instead, he found his daughter on the boy’s lap in the middle of a little too heated make out session

He remains surprisingly calm as he stands and tries to figure out his own raging thoughts

Meanwhile, his daughter’s boyfriend opens his eyes for half a second and sees Saeran in the hallway…wide eyed…holding a knife…with blood dripping down his hand

He tries pushing Saeran’s daughter back, half panicking at the sight

But she’s just so into it, she doesn’t realize until the kid is almost whimpering from fear

Saeran takes a cue and calmly walks into the room, having realized the misunderstanding of how he looked

So he decides to take advantage of his gruesome appearance

He looks the boy in the eye, “You can run…but you can’t hide.”

The boy literally runs out of the house, terrified

Saeran’s daughter is just gaping, “What the heck?”

Saeran just smiles, “I’m calling his parents…also you’re grounded.”

She thinks he was super calm about the whole thing, considering his protectiveness

At least until she tried to text her boyfriend and found her phone hacked and on a lockdown

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