#‘it’s just upsetting because he’s cute!’

[oimitocat]

ATEEZ REACTION TO….

….reader having a big dick (established relationship)

ᡴꪫ HONGJOONG…. had no idea what you were being so shy for. he was riled up beyond anything and seeing you be so hesitant for him to go under your waistband was annoying him a bit.

your hand was gripping his wrist even as his fingers dipped under your shorts.

“baby i don’t care if you’re sma-“ his eyes drop when he sees your tent. just the size of it was enough for him to drool. he definitely made sure you got rid of that shyness.

ᡴꪫ SEONGHWA…. is also shy. he found it cute that the two of you were in the same situation- trying to hide from each other and stick to kisses and wandering hands. but let’s be honest, he was aching for more.

so hearing you offer something outside of his plans upset him. he stared at you with his pretty eyes until you swallows and gave in. his eyes almost come out of their sockets when he sees how big you are. definitely shuts you up with kisses and a helpful mouth.

ᡴꪫ YUNHO….’s large hands were antsy. he needed to feel more and see more. you kept focusing more on his hands than on his kisses. you do anything to keep him away from below your shorts but…

yunho lets out a breathless moan when you spring free. he takes no time in working on you, praising you through and through.

ᡴꪫ YEOSANG…. was already on top of your lap. you were mentally begging he didn’t feel you because that was enough to give away how big you were. yet he kept moving his hips and when he pushes you down to lay on the pillows, just as he moves to crawl into a better position- he sees your tent.

you swallow at the immediate gaze he gives you. he’s surprised but so exited. he definitely shows you how much and his lovely voice coaxes you more than you coax him when he sinks down on it.

ᡴꪫ SAN…. wasted no time in demanding to see you. he was on a mission and he needed to fulfill it pronto. so when he sees how quiet you become when he pulls your out of your boxers, he smiles.

“i can take you baby,” he says eagerly, “imma prove it.” and he makes sure you don’t forget how much he’s in love with every single part of you.

ᡴꪫ MINGI…. was putting little to no work. our pillow princess was enjoying your attention in the form of kisses and gropes but he desperately needed more. he was so confused at how you tried to shy away from the deed.

actually, you weren’t, you were just trying to make him understand your size isn’t all that. i promise you, the second he sees it and the second he FEELS it, he’s letting you know it’s all that.

ᡴꪫ WOOYOUNG…. has a big mouth. you have a big dick. he has a big mouth. he has the AUDACITY to bully you over your shyness. your shyness goes out the window immediately.

he had it planned all along apparently. making sure you know he’s uncaring of your size. it turns into a rile competition and you end up showing him he should be nicer.

ᡴꪫ JONGHO…. tried not to panic. not over the fact that you were big. but at the fact he was just as shy as you were. the two of you sat in a dry silence until he makes eye contact with your flushes face.

in the end, you had to work with his shyness and your own. he was really willing. it awkward, funny and purely genuine. he definitely assures you he won’t be shy afterwards.

[ashasdiary]

Pumpkin

Pairing: Nanami Kento x fem!reader

Synopsis: Husband!nanami (later father!Nanami) being super domestic during your pregnancy, birth, and arrival of your baby. 

CW: a smidge 🤏🏻 of angst but mainly FLUFF, pet names, established relationship, pregnancy, birth, babies  WC: 1.9k A/N: this is a sequel to Vitamins but can be read as a standalone if the smut in Vitamins is not your jam. Enjoy this fluffy goodness 🥹

Ever since those two tests had very loudly informed you of your pregnancy, Nanami had not let you lift a single finger to do anything. Not that he had even before your pregnancy — your husband’s love language was acts of service — but now? He was very hyperactive in taking care of you. 

“Honey, did you note down the appointment time in the calendar?”

“Honey, did you take your folic acid?”

“Honey, you’ve been on your feet too much today. You need to rest.”

“Honey, do you want me to give you a massage?”

“Kento,” you sigh, “I’m fine, really. It’s still early stages.”

“And you have to be careful during the early stages,” he notes. 

“I know. But you’re also treating me like I’m china and…it’s just…a bit too much,” you say. You didn’t want to tell him this, because you knew he meant well, but you also had to communicate your feelings to him. You were worried he’d be upset when you did, but he looks at you apologetically, seemingly taking it in his stride. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t mean to make you feel…suffocated. I was worried I was being too overbearing, but I wanted to make sure you knew that I want to do as much as I can for you. And the baby,” he explains in one breath. Your eyes soften and you step into his embrace, hugging him tightly, burying your face into his neck. 

“I do. I’ve always known that. I appreciate everything you’re doing for me, but I would also like to do things myself sometimes.”

“I understand. I’ll be more mindful, my love,” he rubs his hand up and down your back. 

“Thank you, Ken. I love you,” you kiss his cheek and he turns his face to capture your lips with his in a chaste kiss. 

Every week, you’d made it tradition to take a side profile picture of the bump along with the fruit that the baby was the size of. This was Nanami’s idea, of course, and he made it creative and fun. Seeing him be so excited for the arrival of your child made your heart swell with joy. 

He’d very proudly started to create a scrapbook of all the happenings during your pregnancy which he was eager to show your child when they got older. 

Interestingly, Nanami did not want to do a gender reveal when the ultrasound technician offered to write it down at one of the scans. And you couldn’t fault his logic when he later explained, “It’s silly. It’s a social construct. We’ll find out when they’re born, and regardless, even then it won’t matter. We’ll still love them the same.”

Every craving, every need, he provided. Including the need to jump his bones in the second trimester. Damn, did he keep up with you. You knew it was because he found the cute little swell of your belly so incredibly sexy — he’d voiced it on numerous occasions — knowing he’d done that, nothing made him more unhinged. 

Ever the doting husband and expectant father, he’d started reading up more about babies and often tell you facts you’d have never known. “Did you know that your heart grows bigger during pregnancy?” He informs you while you’re laid back on the couch, on opposite ends, 5 months in. 

“I…did not know that,” you blink, surprised. 

“Yep. It’s to help the heart pump more blood to the baby. Babies can also cry in the womb.”

“Oh no,” you pout, “I don’t want baby to cry.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, hon, they’ve been quite gentle so far. You can sing to them, they’ll hear it by now. And talking to them in another language is also beneficial,” he notes and you let out a soft laugh at how he’s rattling off these fun facts. 

“Your brain truly amazes me sometimes, Ken, it’s like a sponge,” you prop your arm up and rest your chin on your hand. 

“So’s the baby’s right now. We should get a Duolingo subscription and get them started on another language already,” he jokes and you let out a hearty laugh, which earns you a little kick in protest from your baby. 

“Well, your child just said no to that,” you giggle. 

His mouth falls open and he scoots over and lies between your legs, coming face to face with your bump. “Listen here, you little squirt, you will learn another language whether you like it or not.”

“Oh, daddy’s setting rules,” you whisper. 

“And in addition to that language, which you will be fluent in, you’ll also learn jujutsu,” Kento tells your bump definitively. You laugh at how he’s instructing the baby firmly one minute and then lovingly pressing kisses to your skin the next. 

He relaxes against you, and you decide to tell him a fact you’d found out recently. “Did you know that eggs can pick and choose whether the sperm gets to fertilise it? For a while, I thought it was just a race of the best sperm to get to the egg. But the egg can reject it if it wants to. Isn’t that fascinating?”

He raises an eyebrow in slight surprise and amusement at this newfound knowledge. He wasn’t aware of that little detail either, but he finds it very intriguing. “That’s pretty impressive. I had no idea that they had such power over which sperm gets to fertilise them. Who knew eggs were such shrewd gatekeepers?”

“Right? But my egg was a terrible gatekeeper. Probably a combination of that and your sperm just being overachievers.”

He laughs heartily at your comment, the image of his overly ambitious sperm and your easy-going egg combining to form your miracle is quite the amusing picture. 

“Well, I do have some pretty strong swimmers, I can’t deny that. And your egg must have had a weak moment, letting my little overachievers through. But I'm glad it did,” he smiles warmly at you, his hand gently rubbing your leg. 

There were moments where you couldn’t wait to meet the little one, but you also found yourself getting emotional a few times that it wouldn’t just be you and him anymore. When he notices your glassy eyes one day while you’re eating breakfast, he frowns and takes your hand in his. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

The dam suddenly bursts — darned pregnancy hormones — and you start to bawl, managing to say between breaths, “It’s— not— going to— be just— you and me any— anymore…”

He has to stop himself from laughing at your sudden realisation and he circles around the dining table, embracing you. 

“And I know how stupid I sound right now, because I wanted this, and still do, but I’m— I’m just…scared,” you cry, inhaling shaky breaths. “What if I’m not a good mother? What if parenthood is the complete opposite of what I envision it to be?” You ramble.  

He rubs your back gently and comforts you, kissing the crown of your head as you rest it on his chest. “I know, honey. You don’t sound stupid. It’s natural to feel nervous. Parenthood is a new venture for both of us but it won’t be vastly different to what we think it’ll be. And you’ll be a fantastic mother. I’ll be by your side every step of the way, you’ll never be alone. We’re doing this together. We’ll make mistakes together. Clean up messes together. Strive together. It’ll be alright.”

His words of reassurance bring you a sense of calm and you feel the warmth of comfort spread through you slowly, easing your anxieties. 

He reassured you every time you felt any sense of worry or sadness, provided the love that you needed and more, and was a real anchor to harbouring your emotions. 

Week 40 arrived before you knew it. With a bright and large orange pumpkin in hand, you took what you hoped would be the last picture for the scrapbook. You both subsequently started referring to the baby as “pumpkin” that week. Every day that week, he had tried to coax them out with sweet words. 

“Are you gonna come out today, pumpkin? Today’s a good day to join us, I think. The weather’s nice out. You should come see it,” he whispered to your bump in the morning before you were awake. 

When your baby decided that they were ready to come out, Nanami was there, holding your hand the entire time, not once letting go. You were quite afraid of this final hurdle but with Nanami by your side, you knew you’d be okay. 

It was a long and tiring 14 hours, exhaustion was settled into your bones, but when you finally, finally give the final push and the baby is out, you cry. From the relief of birth being over, from the new chapter that had just opened, from having sight of the baby that you and Nanami had made. 

Nanami kisses your head, eyes glassy as he whispers praises of how well you did, that it’s over and that he’s so proud of you. 

The midwife places pumpkin onto your chest for some skin to skin, placing a blanket on top, the little thing curled up and looking disapproving of being pushed out of the coziness of your womb. 

Nanami chuckles softly as he peers over and the baby’s rosy lips tremble before they take their first breath and start to cry quietly. You sniffle as you wipe your own tears and look at your husband and he kisses your forehead. 

You hush the baby gently, speaking softly, “You’re here, pumpkin…here with us. I’ve got you.” 

After they cut the umbilical cord, the afterbirth comes out, and the midwives take the baby to bathe, clothe, take measurements, and bundle them up. 

“How do you feel?” Kento asks, holding your hand still as you stand up, ready to take a shower. 

“I feel a little empty inside, it also hurts. Not looking forward to peeing,” you sigh and he caresses your back gently. 

“You’ll get better with time, honey,” he guides you to the shower room.

There, he tends to all of your needs, helping you wash up, then dry off, and put your clothes on. You could almost cry from his attentiveness.

You hug him and squeeze gently, gazing up at him gratefully and lovingly. “What did I do to deserve you?” You whisper. 

He smiles sweetly, caressing your cheek and giving you a chaste peck. “You can’t say that after you just pushed our baby out,” he chuckles. You laugh softly and you hold each other for a moment longer, before you both go back into the room.

There, the midwives wheel the bassinet over to you, where pumpkin is awake and looking for something to come into focus. 

“She’s very healthy, Mr. and Mrs. Nanami.”

“She?” You repeat, feeling your heart flutter. A sweet little girl. 

Nanami smiles to himself, he’s elated. He has a daughter. “Sweetheart, come on, look at her lips, they’re totally yours.”

You give him a small smile, eyes filling with happy tears as you both fawn over your daughter. It was a little early to tell, but you hope she has his eyes. She had a bunch of blonde hair, too.

“Hold her, Ken,” you whisper and he obliges, gently picking her up and angling his arms perfectly to fit his little angel against him. 

He’s quiet for a minute, just soaking up the feeling of having his daughter in his arms, the warmth of her, her existence setting in. 

“Now, about those language lessons that you refused to do…” he speaks to her in a gentle tone, and your lips curl into a bigger smile at his jokes, “I don’t want to hear another word from you, little miss. Any objections?”

He’s quiet for a beat and the baby just pouts as she looks up at her father, which you laugh softly at. “Good choice. Maybe start to brush up on some Malay, sweet pea, your mama and I will be taking you to Malaysia one day soon,” he promises to her you feel your heart flutter in your chest at the thought.

The three of you, your little family, in your shared happy place. Something out of a dream, but soon would be reality.

You couldn’t wait.

Do not copy or translate my work. © ashasdiary, all rights reserved. Divider by cafekitsune

[revelboo]

How's bee and his human doin on the arc lately?

Last Night Pt 4

IDW Bumblebee x Reader

• Sitting down on his berth with one leg drawn up and the other stretched out, he watches you scrunch up your nose, but eat the nutrient bar Ratchet has given him for you. You’re not shaking uncontrollably anymore at least or cowering away from him. Between bites you still glance up at him as if to make sure he’s keeping his distance and his promise to not touch you. It’s an effort not to reach out and not to bombard you with questions. Trying to let you get used to him and to prove he’s not a threat. “When can I leave?” You ask, head down to look at your hands.

• “I don’t know,” your captor, Bumblebee, says and he sounds genuinely unhappy about it. Like maybe it bothers him to keep you trapped and even though he’d explained why, you don’t like it. But also know there’s little you can do about it. Sighing, you glance up at his earnest face and those intent, blue optics focused on you. No, you don’t like it, but he seems so upset on your behalf that it’s hard to hold it against him. As long as he’s not grabbing you or looming over you, he’s not so bad. “But I’ll try to get you whatever you need. Do you need anything?” He sounds almost eager and it’s cute.

• Unhappily watching you crumbling your food rather than eating it, the silence stretches between you two again, painfully awkward. “Well, being freed is off the table. Right?” You ask finally with a weak little huff of laughter that makes him smile despite the way his spark constricts at your words. Knows it’s wrong to be glad of what happened, but deep down he is. Because he’s not alone, even if you don’t want to be near him. Anything is better than that empty, loneliness.

• “Sorry,” he says, watching your little shoulders slump in defeat and he leans forward, stretching out a servo. Aware of the way you tense and lean away before he hesitates and turns his hand over, servos splayed but not touching you. Your attention flicks from his hand to his face and back, expression almost questioning before you cautiously stretch out your own arm, palm up over the tip of one of his servos and his spark warms. “We’re the same,” he says.

• That earnest, cheery tone almost makes you smile as you look from his big hand to your tiny one. And then it clicks. Same number of digits, his big metal hand shaped uncannily like your own. Lifting your head, you note the other similarities between your two very different species. “Yeah, I guess we are,” you murmur and he grins at you. Moving slowly, he curls that one servo until the tip of it barely ghosts the back of your hand while glancing at your face for your reaction. Uncertain, you turn your hand over, resting it on his warm servo and his expression brightens like that little touch means the world to him. He just smiles like that and it’s impossible to be afraid of him, because he’s trying so hard to be accommodating and to put you at ease. Understands that this is all new and frightening to you, and doesn’t push you. Doesn’t demand anything of you. That’s what makes you stand still wrapped in your blanket and cautiously trace your fingers along one of his servos, studying the way his joints work. Aware of the way he’s grinning at you as you pretend you don’t notice. Just a little thing, but it seems to mean so much to him.

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Bluestreak, Prowl, and Sideswipe added to the collection.

[janahanooo]

So, many of you liked my silly headcanons for the ramshackle gang, so have some more. And yes I do like to pretend that, these are all cannon. :) I swear I'm mentally ok

The Ramshackle gang is scary, quite literally. For starters, Rollo is a pyromaniac who is not afraid to burn down the whole world if it's about that. Fellow is a cunning, manipulative man who is already an adult, compared to everyone (except maybe Leona cus y'know, they are both over 20). Skully is literally from the past. He is if not, considered as a ghost by the students of the campus. Gidel, Gidel my boy is just cute.

Everyone thinks it's Rollo who takes care of everyone, because he's the mature one, while in reality... he is the most insane one in the group...

When in reality, it's still Yuu. The prefect, who already has enough on their plate. One can only pity them.

On the other side tho. Upset the Prefect of the Ramshackle dorm and you are gone for good. Not only you have a cat with a bad temper chasing you down the hall, no no. The whole Ramshakle gang is after you, and they dont care if you are a student or the headmaster.

Speaking of the headmaster, Crowley doesn't have any options other than smiling and letting them get away with things. Since, 1 he does not want to end up as the dinner, 2 now he can't say that the Ramshackle dorm does't have dorm members.

Yuu and Fellow take up on questionable part-time jobs around the campus all the time. One day they are helping out Sam in the Mystery Shop, the other day cleaning the courtyard and on another day running errands for the headmaster.

Skully just loves to scare the shit out of everyone. So does everyone tbh... but mainly Skully

Skully and the ghosts are inseparable. One might call them besties.

Gidel is the new face of the dorm. Well, him too, Grim is very irritated that he's not the only one now.

Also about Gidel, I do believe he has heavy sencory issues and dosnt like touching things with his bare hand. That is one of the many reasons why he wears oversized things.

Most of them (meaning everyone except Rollo) stays in the dorm in holliday season. Although, after some time and some treathening persuaiding, Rollo does eventually invite the gang to his home so they can stay there.

Huh... technically it's not a headcannon, but it is in a way... so, when Yuu goes home finally after who know long, the group collectively agreed to look after Grim and that they would still get together and never forget Yuu.

Another honorary mention(s): Ace and Deuce. They are considered dorm member even if they aren't. The sheer amount of time they spend there, makes them a true member (much to some peoples *cough* Rollo and Fellow *cough* saddness).

[monotonesmile]

Patching up a smug bird

[Damian Wayne X GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 854]

[Warnings: Minor blood and injury]

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“Watch it!” Damian huffs through a wince as they disinfect one of the cuts on his shoulder, sitting shirtless on a chair while they scurry around him to help assist him with his wounds from a rough night on patrol.

“Stop moving and I might be more gentle, birdie.” They raised an eyebrow at him after hearing his wince, cleaning away the dried blood from his skin, making sure there is no debris in the cut, which luckily there isn’t, a clean slice.

“Birdie?” Damian’s face scrunched at the nickname, refusing to admit that it made his chest warm, even if they were currently annoyed that he had been so reckless on patrol.

“Shh, let me finish putting some bandages on.” They shush him which makes Damian grumble to himself, watching as they carefully wrap his shoulder with bandages, checking to make sure they’re in place before the move to the next cut.

Damian stays silent as he watches them work, wincing quietly again when they start cleaning the cut on his side, he hates to show any kind of weakness, especially pain, yet they don’t care, only helping solidify in his mind even further that this isn’t the League of Assassins, that he can show pain, that he can appreciate this.

“Thank you…” Damian had muttered as he looked over at them as they placed a bandage over the cut on his side, making them blink and look up at him in surprise, not expecting genuine gratitude to come from him, at least not without a fight or bitterness.

“It’s no problem…” They murmur, a little smile making its way onto their face as they step back to look him over for any other injuries, finding none. “You’re all set, birdie.”

Damian nods, looking down at his torso to check their work, looking over the bandages decorating his dark skin. He gets up from the chair, walking over to where he threw his shirt when he had first arrived, pulling it over his head, adjusting it until it’s the way he likes.

“You’re welcome by the way.” They grin from behind him as they are putting their medical supplies back in its kit, their back facing him.

“Mhm.” Damian glances back at them from over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes a little before he walks over to them, standing behind them with his arms crossed, they could practically feel his eyes boring a hole through the back of their head.

“Yes?” They look up at him from over their shoulder, head slowly turning to face the boy wonder behind them.

“Why do you call me birdie?” Damian finally questioned, tilting his head slightly, his eyes set in a glare, although he’s not upset, he’s watching their movements, ever a tactical mind as always.

“Cause you’re a bird…?” They glance to the side before looking back at him, body slightly turned so they aren’t craning their neck over their shoulder just to look at him, it’s not a total lie…they just think it’s a cute nickname, besides, they’ve always given nicknames to the rest of the Bats!

“That is not the entire truth, now is it?” Damian immediately saw through the half baked excuse they came up with. Right. Lying to Damian is impossible.

“…no?” They mumble, not even trying to hide their uncertainty in their voice as they turn their head away from him again.

“You are a horrible liar, even Grayson is better at lying than you are.” Damian rolled his eyes, grabbing their chin to make them face him again, looking down at them with a frown.

They can’t even function after he grabbed their chin, pulling their head back towards him, they definitely hadn’t expected that, a flustered expression on their face as they look up at him with wide eyes.

“Now. Why do you call me birdie?” Damian repeated his question, leaning down slightly so he could look them in the eyes, faces close together as Damian’s voice lowered while he spoke.

“Uh…because it’s…cute…and it always catches you off guard…” They mutter quietly, their face warm from blood rushing to their cheeks at their close proximity.

“Was that so hard?” Damian huffs, noticing the flustered expression on their face, his eyes narrowing even further as he smirks, the smug bastard.

“Can you let go of my face now…?” They glance away from him, too flustered to deal with this at this point, just wanting to get back to putting their medical supplies away.

“Hm.” Damian hums quietly, before he lets go of their chin, he places a kiss on their cheek, grinning as he pulls away and releases them. “I’ll be off now, once again, thank you.” Damian grin, walking over to the window as he places his domino mask back onto his face.

“Uh- wha- ye-yeah…?” They stutter, body slumping back onto their table as Damian chuckles before leaving through their window.

“He…what?” They were more caught off guard than ever, running a hand through their hair as they leaned back against the table behind them. They'll be talking with that bird once they see each other again.

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[Requests are open!] (please request other characters outside of Leo, I love him, don’t get me wrong, but there are so many others.)

[sleepyparalysisdmon]

SVT with a bipolar partner

Requested? No! (But they are still open!)

Genre: comfort, some unavoidable angst, suggestive (MDNI)

Sensitive Topics Ahead!

TW/CW: discussions of struggling with and managing bipolar symptoms, up to and including things like self-harm (though this is not explicitly discussed). One suggestive section. 

A/N: This one is also entirely self-indulgent because I’m feeling some type of way right now.

If this topic might be triggering for you, please proceed with caution or skip. If you’re struggling (not just with bipolar, but with anything), I encourage you to reach out for help. Could be a friend, a family member, a coworker or classmate, or a professional. Things like this should not be shameful!! Be kind to yourself, love you. 

Seungcheol

You desperately want to buy an item and Seungcheol knows it. So he casually hands you his credit card (he’ll never be able to stop the sugar daddy allegations, I fear). He’s kind of surprised by how vehemently you deny it. ‘No way, I don’t want to waste your money,’ you’ll say and he’ll roll his eyes. “Baby, I have more than enough, I’ll buy you whatever you want.” The relationship is still somewhat new, so he’s confused when you deny it again, saying you absolutely can’t take his card because you’ll be reckless with it. Does not understand what the problem is with that, honestly, but when you eventually tell him about your diagnosis and particularly how mania works, he’ll pause, if only because of how upset you seem by the topic. It’s fine. If you spending the money is the problem, he’ll spend it for you and he won’t let you feel guilty about it for a single second. 

Jeonghan

Now, I believe Hannie can be a bit of a fashionista. He likes your style. In fact, it was something that attracted him to you in the beginning because it was unique and unapologetic. So when you’re getting ready for a date, he’s confused when you don’t put on the things that you usually do, opting for a baggy sweater and leggings. “Feeling okay?” He’ll ask. “You’re cute as always, but this isn’t your normal look.” You’ll openly tell him that you feel less confident during a depressive episode because the two of you simply do not have secrets, so this is what you want to go with today. You get out of the way, letting him get ready, and you’re kind of surprised when he comes out in equally baggy clothes. He’ll absolutely match your energy, no matter what that means. 

Joshua

He raises an eyebrow when he comes home to find you scrubbing the walls down. “A little spring cleaning?” He’ll ask, but it becomes apparent that it’s not anything ‘little’. The house is absolutely sparkling like you just moved in. This isn’t a problem by any means, but it’s kind of suspicious because you low key hate cleaning and he happily carries the burden of these types of things on a normal day. Still, he knows what’s happening and there’s nothing he can do to stop the manic episode. He’ll just have to let you ride it out. But it won’t stop him from changing clothes and asking what’s next on your list so he can help. 

Jun

Knows he can’t do a whole lot about the typical mood swings that you have periodically, but when you tell him that some of these mood swings are not totally random and can actually be triggered, he becomes the most observant person you’ve ever met. Keeps a little list in his notes app of things that you’ve mentioned before and the things that he’s simply observed that switch your mood. He tries to help you manage your stress at work to prevent a depressive episode and encourages you to limit your caffeine intake to prevent mania. He intentionally stops buying alcohol and keeping it in the house because it’s not a good combination with your medications. He buys you a light for light therapy during the winter when the seasonal depression kicks in. He helps you find a nighttime routine that works for you so sleep disturbances aren’t so prominent. Really is the sweetest and most thoughtful.

Hoshi

Man, thinking about this one makes me emotional. Say the relationship is new, but it’s been so, so good. You match his energy so well and he really feels like you get him, you know? So he’s kind of surprised when his calls and texts go unanswered for a while. After a few days, he finally goes to your apartment, flowers, coffee, and a bag of pastries in hand just in case he did something wrong. Your roommate answers the door and points to your bedroom with an ominous warning. You look like you haven’t moved from the bed in a few days. Your clothes and sheets are wrinkled, laundry is overflowing from the hamper, and dishes are piled up on your bedside table. You come right out and tell him about your diagnosis and that you’ve been in a depressive episode, and that you’d understand if he wants to break up. He simply crawls into bed with you because it’s his turn to get you. 

Wonwoo

Listen, I genuinely believe that you can tell him anything. Quite literally anything, including when you’re having some bad thoughts. He gives you an intentionally blank look when you ask him to remove the razors from the bathroom, but immediately does it. He doesn’t ask questions when he comes back, just hugging you tight and thanking you for telling him. Trust that he’ll watch you like a hawk over the next few days, doing soft, yet somehow non-invasive check-ins. A week later when that particular feeling passes and you ask for the razors again to shave, he does ask a few questions, just to make sure you’re in a good headspace. It makes you feel secure that you have someone right there that will help you if you have to cry for help.

Woozi

He’s pretty independent and so are you, but after you tell him about your diagnosis and the medications you’re on, he becomes a bit clingy. Let me explain. Before, you could go hours, maybe even days without really hearing from him when he got busy. No big deal, you knew that was just part of it. Now, no matter what he’s doing at work or whatever timezone he might be in, he’s calling you before you go to bed to make sure you’ve taken your medication. He’ll, of course, be there to talk if you want, but you usually don’t and that’s thanks to how much the medication is doing for you. He will never, ever let you miss a day. 

DK

You know you’re in a manic episode, which is why you jumped at the chance to go out with Seokmin and a few of his members for dinner. You’re feeling good, talking rapidly and animatedly about something and Seungkwan laughs, saying something along the lines of, “Okay, motor mouth.” It kind of makes you deflate. Not that he meant anything by it, not that he knew about your diagnosis or that you were in a manic episode. Still, Seokmin is next to you, encouraging you to continue talking because he was following, no problem. He’ll always be a motor mouth with you. Even if your mood doesn’t come back as high as it was before, it’s still comforting that he’ll listen to you ramble about whatever comes to mind, even if it’s sometimes a stream of consciousness more than anything specific. 

Mingyu

It’s not like sex is uncommon in your relationship, but after you initiate multiple rounds in one night, Mingyu will sort of laugh and ask what’s gotten into you. When you stop and kind of tear up, he realizes he might have said something wrong and he’s holding onto you immediately. You tell him you’re kind of upset because you didn’t realize that you were manic until he said that. Increased libido is a common symptom for you and now you’re feeling bad for maybe pressuring him into it. He’ll squish your face and insist that you absolutely did not and he has no complaints. You can always come to him for this, or for anything for that matter. 

Minghao

Now, I think he might be a bit of a believer in home remedies for a lot of things, but not for this. Does not let you miss a counseling or psychiatrist appointment. Does not let you forget your medication. Knows by heart everything you’re taking, including the dosage. He even gets a little organizer and sorts it out for you every week. Insists that you stick to a routine and practice self-care when you’re in a manic episode and makes sure you eat, sleep, and find things to enjoy during a depressive episode. Really, genuinely might understand your disorder and what you need for it better than you do. 

Seungkwan

He knows you’ve been down and that’s just the nature of the disorder sometimes. He does little things to help you manage it - chores are taken care of, dinner is already started, medication is already picked up from the pharmacy, etc. But when you admit late at night that you don’t know why he’s with you and you feel worthless, he doesn’t have a little reaction. It makes you cry despite how numb you were feeling earlier when he squishes your face with a bit more aggression than he probably intended and in great detail tells you how much he loves you and what he loves about you and why no one else will ever compare. It’s what you needed to hear, and he makes a mental note to be more vocal about these things, particularly when you’re down. 

Vernon

You two are relaxing at home when you ask him if he can hear that sound. He’ll say no, feeling kind of clueless. You’ll frown and ask, “Are you sure? It’s so loud.” Your insistence makes him pause. “Tell me about it,” he’ll say. You’ll describe it in great detail, convincing him that you do in fact believe you’re hearing something. Will not let you feel bad about the fact that he doesn’t hear it and that it must be an auditory hallucination. He’s offering you his noise cancelling headphones to blast some music and drown out the sound until it goes away. 

Chan

You’re usually pretty easy going and agreeable. But Chan knows something is up because you’ve been picking fights left and right all day. First it was that he left a mug on the side of the sink instead of in the sink or inside the dishwasher. Okay, easy to fix next time, he thinks. Then it’s that he’s going out for lunch with a couple of his members, even though he told you yesterday, which leaves him confused. Then it’s that he didn’t appear to be listening to you when you talked at dinner. He was absolutely listening, but the way you huff angrily at him makes him approach, holding your face and asking what’s going on with you today. He won’t let you escalate this into a fight, and eventually you deflate, tearing up. You admit you’ve just been feeling restless, both physically and emotionally, and that you don’t think this new medication is doing much. He cuddles with you the rest of the night, shushing you when you say you don’t deserve it after picking fights all day, and encourages you to make an appointment to talk about your medication.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; "the one where Clark is trans and Kon is not". tw: internalized not-technically-transphobia-but-it-kinda-reads-that-way. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

The team’s meeting up this weekend and Kon didn’t have anything else to do before said meet-up, so she’s at Mount Justice earlier than everybody else and trying to be, like–trying to be a boy about it. Like, just–however she’s supposed to do that. 

However he’s supposed to–supposed to– 

She goes to the training room and punches the reinforced heavy bag ‘til it splits. 

That’s what a boy would do, right? If a real guy were upset, or frustrated, or–whatever, he’d go take it out on a punching bag or something like that. 

Except a real guy wouldn’t be upset about this, because this wouldn’t be happening to a real guy. 

Part of Kon thinks she’d probably do that kind of shit anyway–punching out her problems and whatever instead of talking to somebody about ‘em or anthing like that–but would she? Like, for real? Would she really do that, if everyone didn’t think–if everyone hadn’t always thought– 

Everyone calls her a boy. Everyone’s always called her that. Cadmus was trying to make a man when they programmed all her mental uploads and education and Serling talked about cooking up hybrid-effective hormones for her and Mickey told her they could work out the surgeries for her when she was old enough–even if she wasn’t still working there, even–and–and– 

Kon’s not a boy. She’s not. 

But she’s not Supergirl either. 

And she’s never gonna get to be. 

Kon leaves the split-open and wrecked heavy bag hanging there leaking ball bearings and sand and leaves the training room without bothering with hitting the locker room, wishing she could just strip off the binder she isn’t supposed to wear when she works out anyway and ditch the packer and the Superboy suit and–and she doesn’t know, exactly. Maybe grow out her hair, or just cut it different. Get a fucking pixie cut, for all she cares. Try out–try some things. Paint her nails, or buy some eyeliner or lipstick, or just . . . whatever. Wear something different. 

She could pierce her other ear, maybe. She could get a different costume. She could . . . she could just . . . 

She couldn’t do any of that. She can’t do any of that. Kara gets to wear a skirt and have long pretty hair and be–and Match just could if he wanted to, because it wouldn’t matter because why the fuck would anyone at the Agenda care as long as he kept being an asshole for them when they told him to, but she–she– 

How even would she, when– 

Kon crashes on the couch and turns on the TV and puts on Wendy the Werewolf Stalker for all of four seconds before Wendy pops up on-screen in a cute little crop top and ruffled skirt like Kon could never, ever wear and it takes literally all of her self-control to not dissemble the remote. Or the TV. 

Or the base. 

She turns off the TV, buries the remote in the couch, and storms off to the kitchen to, like–get a fucking snack or something, she doesn’t know. The others are gonna be here soon, it’s gotta look like–like a boy was here. So like–breaking the heavy bag and leaving a mess and vegging out in front of the TV and raiding the pantry and–and shit like that. That’s what a boy would do, right? Take over the space, take up space, be–be–

Just be one, Kon guesses. 

But she’s not, so she just has to do what she thinks other people would expect her to and hope she’s getting it right. 

She digs through the pantry and gets out, like–the greasy, salty snacks, and leaves the sweet ones behind. Doesn’t go for any of the chocolate or the candy or–just, just what a boy would eat, would like, would– 

This is so stupid. She’s so stupid. She–she knows it’s not just–just stupid shit like if she eats fucking chocolate instead of chips or pretzels. She knows it’s not just if she flirts up other girls or takes up space or makes a mess or if she’s loud enough. 

If she was actually a boy, she’d just be a boy, no matter what. 

But she’s not. 

Kon rips open a bag of pork rinds, eats exactly two, and then just spits them out in the trash and leaves the whole messy pile of snacks on the counter and stalks off again, her hands jammed down hard in her jacket pockets and shoulders hunched up and glasses shoved up tight on her face. She just–she just wants to go. She wants to leave. 

She wants to be like she’s supposed to be.

[lumarhorrors]

Hiii i had this idea of like a nerd and hes like student counsel president and hes obsessed w the reader. and maybe like make him a service top w overstimulation

I had to look up what service top is and still have no clue 🫠. If its bot what its supposed to be I'll rewrite it later.

Cw: smut, service top,

You and the student Council president were good friends. You were more of a soft-spoken, but stern person in the Student Council. You voiced your opinions and ideas very strongly which got his respect quite quickly. And his heart too. You happily accepted his confession when he did and it was so sweet to see the stoic and strict Council president just crumble and stumble to even get the words "I love you" out of him.

When the two of you first got frisky he told you that he just wanted to do whatever you wanted and to please you in any way. You found it so sweet especially when he was so soft and gentle your first time. He's check on you and if you were uncomfortable with something or a position he's change it so you'd also enjoy yourself. You learned pretty quickly he found pleasure in making sure you were happy and comfortable and enjoying yourself. If you weren't liking it neither was he.

As time went on you suggested more kinky stuff such as tying him up and riding him. He was all for it especially when the time came and he saw how much enjoyment you got from it. He loves it when you call him baby or pretty boy in bed and out of bed. That man is such a sucker for you. He loves to call you his Prince or baby boy and he adores how flustered and giddy you get at the names. When you both made your relationship known to your student Council members the council president absolutely brags to his friends has amazing you are and how you treat him like he's the most perfect this in the world.

But poor boy can get insecure especially if one of the jocks takes interest in you. He'll never bring it up because he doesn't want to seem like a jealous boyfriend but he can't help but think you'll be better off with someone more dominant. During sex, you have to reassure him many many times you love what he did how he makes sure you're enjoying what he does and how he puts the effort into changing what he does if you're not comfortable or aren't enjoying things.

Trust me this man can be obsessive and he'll love you to death. But his stern and cold attitude still applies to everyone but you and that ticks off a lot of council members so they always have to get you to ask him things because? He can never say no to you man's to in love and obsessed. Your his cute nerd that's stern but fair of course he's doing what you want. Especially to see that big smile and giddiness you do it makes his heart flutter

His favourite things to do with you during sex are have you ride him or pressing your legs against your chest so you can feel him hitting your prostate over and over. God he loves hearing the small gasps and moans you make it drives him to the edge till he's painting your insides white.

I'm so upset because half of this got deleted on post 😭😭😭

[rennymayflower]

So I finally watched both the gametoons sprunki episodes and OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME OPINIONS

My biggest one so far is that Gray ABSOLUTELY got fucking violated in BOTH like he did not deserve that holy shit😭

Also apparently Mr. Fun Computer is the creator of the whole sprunki universe? Fucking rad tbh but also holy shit he is a CRUEL god, like why the fuck would he just casually subject both Gray AND Wenda to their own forms of eternal torment like that when he could've just... I dunno, guided the sprunkis himself? Fixed however he programmed the universe to not be based on a balancing system? MADE THE BALANCING FORCES AWARE OF THEIR MISSION AND MAKE SURE THEY DON'T FALL IN LOVE??? He could've done so much but just didn't

Btw yes, I said that Wenda is being tortured too. Because tell me, what happens if she gets sick? If she gets upset over something? If she loses a loved one or if some other awful thing happens to her? She wouldn't be able to cry or talk to anyone about it because she'd throw the universe off-balance, she'd just have to smile and act like she's fine JUST to keep everyone alive. If anything, Wenda's fate is almost worse than Gray's, because at least Gray wouldn't have to pretend.

ANOTHER THING, WHERE IS JEVIN??? Is he gonna pop up in a later episode??? I'm hoping Jevin will be Mr. Notsofun Computer's attempt to redeem himself but knowing gametoons Jevin might just end up being another villain :')

HOWEVER. That doesn't mean I don't like the episodes.

I like the sort of "ugly duckling" storyline they did for Gray, and the very end of episode one where Wenda kissed him was pretty cute, even if episode 2 kinda spoiled it.

And I do like thinking about the possibility of Mr. Computer being a secret antagonist, because there's so many possibilities for it! Like the "computer doesn't understand emotions or why his subjects are suffering so much", or maybe something closer to I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream-

Also, the "Lovers but one lost their memories of the other" trope they set up at the end of episode 2? I really hope they go somewhere with that if they make another, I'd like to see Gray going fucking batshit trying to get Wenda to remember him.

Overall, I'd give these episodes a 7.5/10, They're pretty decent but I do think some things could've been done differently.

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Fifteen

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Fifteen: Dates and Judo

Summary: Saiki and (Y/N) get interrupted on a date, and (Y/N) surprises everyone in gym class.

            “Thanks, Mera,” said (Y/N), smiling as Mera as she set down a plate of coffee jellies on front of (Y/N) and Saiki.

            “No problem!” said Mera. “Anything for my regulars.” She cast a longing look at their sweets, smiled, and walked away.

            “She wanted to eat them,” said Saiki.

            “Don’t need telepathy to know that,” chuckled (Y/N), taking a bite of their sweet. They sighed happily. “Delicious.”

            Saiki nodded in fervent agreement as he took a bite himself.

            “Oh my god, you guys are so cute when you’re enjoying sweets!”

            Saiki and (Y/N)’s heads jerked towards the edge of their book. Miko stood with a grin on her face and her camera up, taking pictures of their smiles as they ate.

            “Adorable!” she said, sliding into the booth beside (Y/N).

            “Stop stalking us,” said Saiki.

            “Hi, Miko,” said (Y/N).

            “I knew you two’d be here,” said Miko happily, waving down a waiter to make her own order. “Sorry!” She winked (and didn’t look sorry at all). “I looked into the future!”

            “This is the problem with psychics,” said Saiki, looking deadpan at (Y/N).

            They just laughed and shook their head as Miko beamed and dug into her snack. Fortunately, this wasn’t a super formal date, so they weren’t upset at Miko showing up. Honestly, Café Mami was not an unknown spot amongst their friends and students at PK Academy, so they weren’t surprised at seeing someone.

            “I can never catch you two at school,” rambled Miko. “You’re way better than me, and then you steal (Y/N) away!”

            “They’re my partner,” said Saiki. “And I told you to leave us alone.”

            “Isn’t it obvious why I’m here?” said Miko. She tapped her forehead.

            Saiki almost rolled his eyes. I love you two. Adorable. Adore you! Love love love. She still has a crush on us? Yare yare.

            “I can’t read you,” lied Saiki. “We’re leaving.”

            “Hey! Don’t ruin the fun,” pouted Miko.

            “I can spare another ten minutes before I get some homework done,” offered (Y/N) kindly.

            Saiki’s eye twitched as he watched them be so kind to an annoyance and as he heard another annoyance approach.

            “Saiki, are you on a date?!” shouted Toristuka, running into Café Mami and towards Saiki’s booth. He looked between Miko and (Y/N). “With two people?!”

            “No,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “You’re an idiot,” said Saiki.

            “Hey, you’re the new hot girl!” said Toritsuka.

            “You’re the sleazeball,” said Miko distastefully. “What’s a loser like you want with my darlings?”

            “Darlings?!” cried Toritsuka. “For real, Saiki, (L/N)?!”

            “Be quiet,” said Saiki.

            “No, Toritsuka,” said (Y/N).

            “Won’t she find out about your—”

            “Won’t he find out about your—”

            Saiki’s telekinesis shoved napkins in their mouths before they could say the word “powers.”

            “Shut up,” said Saiki.

            “You two both know,” chirped (Y/N), eating their coffee jelly again.

            “What?!” cried Toritsuka and Miko.

            “Why does he know?!” said Miko.

            “You told her about your powers?!” said Toritsuka.

            “Quiet down,” said Saiki. “You both have powers. It was better to tell you than have you suspecting me.”

            “And I know because I accidentally saw him teleporting a hotel,” said (Y/N), smiling fondly at the memory.

            “Wait, you have powers, too?” Toritsuka stared at Miko.

            “No way he does, he looks like an ordinary person,” said Miko, putting her hands on her hips.

            “I’m a spirit medium,” said Toritsuka proudly. “I can prove it.” He looked to his side. “Hey.”

            “Who are you talking to?” said Miko, frowning.

            “A rose pink thong,” said Toritsuka.

            Miko’s eyes widened, and her cheeks turned red. “What?!”

            “That’s the panties you’re wearing now,” said Toritsuka. “I had a ghost check. Was I right? I should che—”

            Wham!

            Miko kicked him, and Toritsuka went down in an instant. Obviously, he’d been right, but he’d gotten the consequences of his actions.

            “Nice kick,” said (Y/N), smiling. They leaned out of their booth to look at Toritsuka. “Quit being a pervert.”

            Toritsuka groaned. “It was so fast.”

            “You can get the ghosts to tell you that now?” said Saiki, looking at Toritsuka.

            “Unlike before, I have some bargaining chips now,” said Toritsuka, standing. “In exchange for obeying my commands—” He jerked, and a weird expression appeared on his face.

            “Yes! A real body!” cheered the ghost possessing him.

            “This again?” said (Y/N). They remembered how badly it went last time.

            “Gravity! This is awesome!” The ghost jumped around happily. “I can’t wait to—”

            Toritsuka doubled over before straightening. He had his body back. “See, Saiki? They tell me her underwear, and I let them borrow my body.”

            “Ew.” (Y/N) got straight to the point.

            “Go anyone near (Y/N) and I, and I end you,” said Saiki.

            “That guy is totally deranged. You should cut ties with him,” said Miko.

            “That’s true,” said Saiki.

            “This is my power! Now it’s your turn, hot babe!” said Toritsuka.

            “I’m a fortune-teller!” said Miko proudly, holding up her crystal ball decorated with gems. “I can see both the past and the future!”

            “I bet your predictions are pretty vague,” jeered Toritsuka. “But if you can predict lottery numbers, I’ll be impressed.”

            “Yes, I can do that,” said Miko.

            “I see,” said Toritsuka. “Teach me!” He bowed before Miko.

            Selfish.

            “Never,” declared Miko. “And anyway, winning the lottery comes with a huge risk. See, people’s luck comes in waves. There’s major good luck, and there’s major bad luck. They balance each other out, basically. So winning the lottery could kill you.”

            “If luck comes in waves, why am I always having bad luck?” grumbled Saiki. He looked at (Y/N) as they watched Miko and Toritsuka in amusement. They had their coffee jelly and a big smile on their face. I guess I did have good luck there.

            “I take back my begging,” said Toritsuka, deflating.

            “What?” Miko scoffed. “I can read everything about other people! It’s way better than your power.”

            Toritsuka narrowed his eyes. “Looks like we need to make things clear. Let’s see which of the PK Psychic Trio is the weakest.”

            “I never joined that trio,” said Saiki.

            “You’re going to be sorry,” said Miko.

            “Let’s see who’ll be Saiki’s sidekick!” declared Toritsuka.

            “(Y/N) is my sidekick,” said Saiki.

            “Thanks, Kusuo,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Let’s pay and go,” said Saiki, standing. “This is ridicule—Ah!”

            He jumped back and fell to the ground. Everyone turned in surprise.

            “Kusuo?” said (Y/N) in concern.

            “It’s a cockroach,” said Toritsuka.

            “You’re right, but what’s the big deal?” said Miko, frowning.

            “Idiot!” said Toritsuka. “Saiki hates bugs so much, he’ll crap himself!”

            “No, I don’t,” said Saiki instantly, but he was still frozen.

            “Whoever kills the bug will be Saiki’s sidekick!” said Toritsuka. He ran off to find a ghost to help him kill the bug

            “What? Hold on!” Miko raced after him, but she couldn’t get near the bug either, scared.

            (Y/N) shook their head, picked up their cup, and put it against the wall. They slipped the menu beneath the cup, trapping the cockroach. They carried it outside and put it down, letting it escape before they returned to the booth.

            “There you go!” said (Y/N) brightly.

            Miko and Toritsuka stared and deflated. They didn’t get a chance to prove themselves.

            “Thank you,” breathed Saiki in relief.

            (Y/N) chuckled and held out their hands. Saiki took them, and (Y/N) pulled him to his feet.

            “I guess Saiki’s partner would be his sidekick,” said Miko, sighing.

            “…” Toritsuka paused.

            Saiki and (Y/N) froze.

            “Partner?!” said Toritsuka. “I thought you weren’t on a date, Saiki!”

            “Not with Aiura,” said Saiki.

            “Oops,” said Miko.

            “Are you two—”

            “Yes,” said Saiki before Toritsuka could shout anything.

            “Kusuo and I are dating,” said (Y/N), smiling slightly.

            “And you didn’t tell me?” whined Toritsuka.

            “It’s none of your business,” said Saiki. “And you’re not discreet.”

            Toritsuka pouted.

            “If you tell anyone, you’re going to wish you hadn’t,” said Saiki.

            “G-Got it!” said Toritsuka.

            Saiki took (Y/N)’s hand and looked between Miko and Toritsuka. “We’re leaving, and neither of you are following us.” He wanted peace and quiet with (Y/N).

            “Bye, guys!” said (Y/N), waving as Saiki walked out the door. They looked at him and smiled. “Another person knows. How do you feel?”

            “It wasn’t so bad,” said Saiki.

            “I guess we can’t avoid it forever,” chuckled (Y/N). They linked their arm with his and leaned on his shoulder. “But we’ll have each other.”

            Saiki smiled slightly. “Right.”

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            “Today’s lesson is judo!” announced Matsusaki, standing in front of the class. “As you know, judo is a martial art. You’ll get hurt if you slack off.”

            Yare yare. I really hate gym class, thought Saiki.

            “Stay alert!” said Matsusaki.

            “I look forward to learning from you!” Hairo was fired up.

            “Yes, that’s the spirit,” said Matsusaki.

            “This will be fun,” said (Y/N), beaming.

            “You like judo?” said Saiki.

            “I haven’t tried it yet,” said (Y/N).

            “Hairo, are you a blackbelt?” said Matsusaki, looking at Hairo’s gi.

            “Yes, I’ve been doing judo since elementary school,” said Hairo.

            “But you won’t have a sparring partner,” said Matsusaki. “Any other blackbelts here?”

            “I’m a black belt,” said Kaidou, smirking and posing. “I’m self-taught.”

            Matsusaki smacked him across the head, and Kaidou pouted. “Take this seriously or you’ll get hurt!”

            “I think he means, ‘or I’ll hurt you,’ ” observed Saiki.

            “Sensei, I can pair up with Hairo,” said (Y/N).

            “Huh?” said Saiki, looking at (Y/N).

            “Don’t be stupid, you could get hurt!” said Matsusaki.

            “I trust Hairo to take it easy today, and he does need a partner,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Hairo’s eyes sparkled with tears. “So noble, (L/N)!”

            “Very well,” said Matsusaki, nodding. “Everyone, get into pairs!”

            “Wait, I wanted you to be my partner—” Saiki watched (Y/N) walk over to Hairo. Stupid nice heart of theirs helping others out.

            “Next time, Kusuo!” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Hey pal, if you and pinky aren’t a pair, you should pair up with me!” said Nendou.

            I’m stuck with the idiot. Saiki had hoped accidentally using his powers and lifting his partner too easily wouldn’t be seen if (Y/N) was there to help him cover, but at least with Nendou he could throw him around and not worry if he got hurt.

            “Stretches first, and then practice your falls!” said Matsusaki.

            The students obeyed, stretching and practicing falls before doing anything sparring.

            “Alright, good, who wants to spar first?” Matsusaki looked at the pairs. “Hairo, (L/N), show them how to do it safely. Hairo, be gentle!”

            “I’ll be fine, Sensei,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “You ready?” said Hairo.

            “Yep,” chirped (Y/N).

            If he hurts them, I swear to all the gods that hate me—

            Hairo lunged. (Y/N) pivoted, caught his arm, and threw. Hairo went soaring through the air and hit the mat. Everyone’s jaws dropped open. (Y/N) looked down at Hairo.

            “Are you alright?” said (Y/N), tilting their head.

            “How did you—My move was perfect,” exclaimed Hairo. It wasn’t arrogance, either, it was true.

            “It was,” said (Y/N). “And judo is a little different than what I’m used to.”

            “Used to?” said Saiki.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I train in karate. I’m going for my second-degree black belt in a few months.”

            Hairo’s jaw dropped open from where he lay on the ground.

            That explains why they felt fine sparring against him, thought Saiki.

            “That’s so cool, Pinky!” said Nendou.

            “Wow,” said Kuboyasu.

            “Th-That explains the punch at the beach,” thought Kaidou, remembering the time (Y/N) had hit a man harassing their friends—the strength had been formidable.

            (Y/N) looked at all of them and tilted their head. “Did I really never tell you?” They laughed and shrugged. “Oh, well.”

            The nice one is scary?

            Saiki smothered an amused smile at the thoughts swirling around him. (Y/N) was the nice one. They were just also capable of taking care of themself.

            “Good match, Hairo,” said (Y/N), helping Hairo stand.

            And they’re still nice, thought Saiki.

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[gotta-winwin]

RELATIONSHIP WITH SEVENTEEN <> HYUNG LINE

SCOUPS - older brother figure

THEN: When Cyana was first announced to be joining seventeen, Coups was more than hesitant. It was a huge change to be adding a member two years after seventeen's debut, let alone a female member. He was stressed, pressed and worried with how the media would represent this change, and how Cyana would feel having to be around 13 boys. NOW: Now, Coups could never imagine seventeen without Cyana. Although it was a tough adjustment for everyone, she became his little sister and was basically adopted into the Choi family. He plays the role of her guardian, always worrying about her well-being. Don't be fooled however, the eldest and maknae often get into their own crazy schemes for the sake of "fun."

JEONGHAN - comfort buddies

THEN: Jeonghan didn't really mind having a female member. Sure, he was a little confused why the company decided to suddenly make them 14, but he took it in stride and made it his mission to befriend Cyana. They grew close despite the language barrier and became a chaotic force. NOW: Jeonghan's seventeen's therapist and that applies to Cyana as well. She often finds herself going to Jeonghan to vent about the struggles she is having. They are late night walk buddies and although they've had their spats throughout the years, the bond they have is inseparable.

JOSHUA - hometown besties

THEN: Similar to Jeonghan, Joshua didn't really bat an eye about a female member joining them. He knew it was bound to change their routine, but he was just excited to have another member from LA. Cyana immediately gravitated towards him, as Joshua helped her with navigating the language barrier and idol life. NOW: Cyana and Joshua, although not as close as they were in the beginning, still have that older brother-younger sister vibe. He's the first one she calls whenever good news happens and they often travel back to LA together to visit their families.

JUN - platonic soulmates

THEN: Jun was a member Cyana wanted to get to know well simply because he could speak Mandarin. It took them awhile to get close however, as both of them were naturally shy and could not say more than a few words before choking in the awkward silence. Jun took many steps (forcing Cyana to watch a Chinese drama with him) to become closer with the girl. NOW: Currently, Jun and Cyana are still inseparable. They facetime the most often out of everyone, often having each other on call while they do other things, just for the presence of each other. Watching Chinese dramas is still their tradition, and Jun has played a big part in helping Cyana feel confident enough to being acting.

HOSHI - frenemies

THEN: To put it quite frankly, Hoshi was terrified to know they had a female member joining them. He knew it would change up the chemistry they already had onstage, and although he was excited to try choreographing for a female idol, he figured it'd be awkward. Upon meeting however, Hoshi fell in love with how cute baby Cyana was and also realized they bonded easily over dancing. NOW: Hoshi and Cyana have a sort of love-hate relationship. Hoshi enjoys teasing Cyana to no end and gets upset when Cyana doesn't participate in his tiger agenda. They're like hot and cold, Hoshi pushes Cyana out of her comfort zone and Cyana reminds him to calm down a bit. They're a storm onstage, often collaborating in duo dances for special events.

WONWOO - twin flames

THEN: Besides Woozi, Wonwoo was the member Cyana took the longest to get to know. It didn't help that Wonwoo avoided her every chance he got, resulting in the most awkward tension filling the room. It took lots of failed attempts to finally grow closer, as Cyana realized Wonwoo was just nervous and Wonwoo discovered how much he had in common with the girl. NOW: The members often describe Wonwoo and Cyana as twin flames. They compliment each other well and often spend hours parallel playing in silence. Wonwoo's the first person Cyana goes to for solace, and vice versa. Fans love to joke that Wonwoo's Cyana's personal cameraman because he's often the one behind all the shots.

WOOZI - coproducing maniacs

THEN: Woozi was probably the one that was the most against Cyana joining the group. It didn't make sense to him why it would be a smart move, and he sadly did ice her out for most of their first comeback with her. It wasn't until Woozi stumbled across Cyana's notebooks filled with lyrics did he realize maybe he's got it all wrong. NOW: Woozi and Cyana are known in the Kpop industry as the producer duo. They co-write and co-produce most of seventeen's songs, and due to the close proximity the work calls for, they grew close over the years. They're often found huddled together at Universe Factory and their chat logs are filled with song ideas and demos.

[gelatonic]

Idk if you write for Leo Valdez but if you do!

Him and reader being enemies, like the whole camp has known about it. It’s a whole thing. Kinda annoying atp, like people just want them to get over it.

Chiron wanted the reader to help the Hephaestus cabin with a project and they end up being the last people there. getting stuck in bunker nine because someone forgot about them and locked the door and it was jammed, it was already passed dinner so likely shot was that they’d be found in the morning

One thing led to another, and reader said Leo didn’t know how to fuck. Leo took that as a challenge

(If it’s okay could I be🫀 or🚂 anon? And if you don’t write for Leo, you can switch it up to fit another character!)

leo x f!bratty!reader ꩜ .ᐟ ignore how long this took plz lovie ;3 smut!

it all started when he decided to be a meanie to you

here you were, minding your business and being all cute while you dance at the bonfire for the camp, and Leo Valdez has to go and comment something slanderous towards you!!!!!! yelled something about how he could dance better, and you just couldn't accept that, getting all huffy and puffy with crossed arms as you choose to ignore him forever from then on, except his stupid nagging wouldn't stop! it seems everything you do, he just has to comment on, but you weren't going to take that, no! so you bite back, things escalate, and now here you were with your one and only enemy at camp, Leo Valdez.

everyone else seemed to like you, yeah, so when Chiron asks you to help out with the hephaestus cabin, ofc you say yes!!!! why wouldn't you? all the other kids there besides Leo are such sweeties, you don't mind! but then it turns out its just Leo who needs help, which leads to you being cooped up with him in bunker nine :(

and so inevitably, he just has to say something not very nice to you, so you just have to say something back. but you just look so cute when you argue, when you get up to leave, he almost stops you! but Leo doesn't have to, when it seems you can't yank your way out the door.

you turn back, cheeks all puffed up and tinged pink as you cross your arms at him and stifle back to sitting on the floor, glaring at it. "can't believe I'm stuck with an idiot like you," you grumble, legs criss-cross applesauce on the floor, letting Leo look at the way your already-short skirt rides up your thighs.

"yeah, sweetheart?" he says exasperatedly, setting down his wrench and stopping whatever he's working on so he can get a good look at how upset you were right now, with that stupid smirk on his face! "its not like I want a brat like you here either, y'know."

"brat!?!!?" you yelp back, scrambling to your feet so you can stalk to him, finger pointing sharply at him accusingly, "I'm only a brat to you because you're mean to me!"

"mhm," he hums with an eyeroll, not taking anything you say seriously, "y'know, at least I provide to the camp, make all these things. what do you do, huh?"

"well at least I can fuck!"

ohhhhh no, you shouldn't have said that. now here you are, bent halfway over the cool metal slab of his workspace, getting rutted into from behind. "who can't fuck, huh babygirl?" he's huffing a calloused laugh from behind, pumping you full of his dick. one of his hands goes up to your ass, gripping a handful of flesh and kneading it under his fingers.

"soooo fuckin' bratty, aren't you? what, just need a good fucking from Leo to put you in your place?" all you can do is mewl and whimper in response, legs kicking and hips squirming, making him push on your lower back to keep you still as his hips smack yours.

he's laughing as he watches how your pussy sucks him up whole, balls deep, before he wrenches in and out making you cry. he's leaning his weight down on you, smushing your tits on the table as he thrusts in and out, hand yanking at your hair hard, making your scalp tingle.

"wonder how many times I can make you come before morning. would you like that baby? wanna cum on my dick til you pass out?" he coos, making you babble something unintelligible as your drool puddles on your lips and on the table, glassy eyes half-lidded.

"yeah, you'd like that, huh? all cummed out for me, hm?

he is not stopping anytime soon...!!

[kidney9-9]

Mistakes and Messes

Anonymous asked: Can you do one where we are Steve's daughter and Bucky is mad at us, so we are trying to avoid him but he catches us. Might be boring but whatevs

hi anon hope you enjoy! this was a delight to write:) i wasn't sure if you meant like an older reader with a romantic pairing with bucky but i decided to write it as a younger reader and a platonic/family relationship with bucky. not beta edited!

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes with platonic!Reader Warnings: Reader is around age 5 or 6, mentioned killing Word Count: 1.6k

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You messed up big time. You didn’t intend to ruin Uncle Bucky’s precious motorcycle, but you were trying to put a few stickers around the garage and his bike just happened to be there. You put a couple Avenger stickers, then added a ton of sparkly cat ones because Bucky loves cats as much as you do!

Then you put a huge, limited-edition sticker over the light. When you backed away from the bike, you awed at the sight of the pretty stickers.

Then you realized… oh, Uncle Bucky might not like that.

At all, actually.

But you did put a cute kitty sticker that looked kind of like his pet cat, so he might actually like that one, right? You questioned yourself a little bit longer then decided to peel off a few stickers to make the bike not be as shiny.

When you peeled one back, the paint on the bike peeled off too. Oh no. That’s a big mistake. You started to panic and rushed to grab your glitter glue pen and scribbled over the spot.

Then you realized that it probably made it worse and that the glitter glue was leaking down over the rest of his bike.

You gaped at it. Then scrubbed it with your sleeves, which didn’t do much. By the time you gave up and stopped messing with it any longer, it was dinner time, and you rushed back into the kitchen before your dad, Steve, called you.

“Just in time. The pizza’s here and everyone’s joining us.” Your dad spoke to you, ruffling your hair and picking you up. You leaned into his touch and frowned, still worried about your mess.

“Dad, I might’ve made a big mistake.” You whispered in his ear, as he walked you to grab a slice of pizza.

He hummed, not noticing how upset you looked. “What? That’s okay, everyone makes mistakes sometimes.”

“But… Uncle Bucky is going to kill me!” You rushed out, and this time he turned to face you after sitting you down on a seat.

“Buck doesn’t kill people, he’ll forgive you for anything. He loves you.” Your dad frowned back, and you huffed out an irritated sigh.

“Fine, but I’m going to run away from him when I see him because I know he’ll kill me for sure!” You were being a bit dramatic about it, but you really felt like you messed up badly this time.

“What exactly did you do?” Your dad asked, then got up after a few moments of silence. You weren’t going to tell your dad, because then he’d go tell Uncle Bucky immediately. They were best friends and like brothers!

“Either way, you’ll be alright. He’ll understand it was just a mistake and forgive you.” He murmured at you, then walked away.

You shuffled the slice of pizza in your mouth as fast as you could. You weren’t staying around because you totally messed up and you really didn’t want to get in trouble with Uncle Bucky.

You rushed out when you heard people’s voices in the hallway. You noticed one of them was Bucky, then you froze for just a second. Then you ran off as quickly and quietly as you could, worry built up in your chest.

You hid under the coffee table in the living room, hearing your dad talking. “Where did she run off to?” He asked Sam, looking around the dining room.

“I need to speak with her. Jarvis told me there was a surprise in the garage, and I just saw stickers and glitter all over my bike.” Bucky sighed, anger in his voice but he was mostly amused and exasperated.

Steve frowned back, “What?! That’s what she did? She told me she made a mistake, and she was scared you were going to kill her.”

“I would never do anything like that!” Bucky scoffed and Steve nodded back.

“Yea, she doesn’t know better, she’s a kid.” Steve explained and he nodded while Sam laughed.

“I remember thinking my mom would kill me because I forgot to do my chores a few times when I was her age.” Sam added.

The rest of the group came to the dining room and ate the pizza. You did your best to stay quiet and spy on them, but you were sure you were caught by Natasha and Clint at least once when you creeped around the corner.

You rushed off before everyone finished up and ran to your room. You were just going to hide the night there it seemed. You didn’t want to face Uncle Bucky at all right now because he seemed a bit angry.

Maybe tomorrow you could stop running away but for now you were just fine with hiding still.

…That all ends when your dad knocks on your door, calling your name. “Can you open the door please? Sweetie?”

You grumbled, “No.” Then covered your body with your fuzzy blanket, concluding this is a great hiding spot. You have so many other fuzzy blankets on your bed, so hiding under one seemed reasonable.

“I need to talk to you about something important. Please open the door.” Your dad spoke up again, amusement covering his voice.

“Uh, is it super-duper important?” You hesitated as you responded.

“Yes, very super-duper.” He replied and you heard a slight chuckle.

You huffed loudly and heavily, “Fine. But I’m not getting up to open the door, I’m hiding.”

“That’s alright, I can unlock it from here.” He cleared his throat, and you heard your door being unlocked. You shot up in your bed, feeling completely offended at the door opening. This made no sense! You were the only person with the key to your bedroom door.

“No fair! How did you get in?!” You yelped as he walked in, standing in the entry way and crossing his arms.

“I’m a superhero, a door can’t stop me.” He shrugged as if that was a good enough answer.

“Dad…” You groaned and smacked your head with your palm. He chuckled quietly at your reaction.

“I have someone here that wants to talk with you.” He continued, then turned to the side and revealed Bucky was standing there with an expression you couldn’t place.

“Uncle Bucky!” You shrieked this time, tumbling out of the bed with your legs kicking up in all of your fuzzy blankets and pillows, accidentally falling with a loud bump on the floor.

 “Kid,” He startled at your fall, then rushed towards you with your dad. They both helped you up and set you back on your bed as you pouted about landing weird on your knee.

“I think I’m going to have a bruise.” You complained, forgetting all about your previous actions of hiding as you poked and prodded at your knee. Your dad huffed out a breath of air and lightly touched your knee with a frown.

“Yep, that looks like it’s swelling already. I’ll go get an ice pack for you.”  He spoke up, glancing over at Bucky then back to you and giving you a peck on the forehead.

You froze up as you looked at Uncle Bucky, feeling horribly guilty and upset about the whole mess you made of the motorbike. “I’m really sorry, I swear. I’ll fix it! I saved up a ton of my Halloween candy, so if I sell it at school, then it’ll pay to get it fixed or a new one!” You blurted out a plan, feeling your heart start to race more and more as you stared at your uncle.

“Hey, no need to do any of that, save your Halloween candy for yourself,” He started, sitting at the edge of your bed.

He continued, “When I saw what you did, I thought it was very kind of you to decorate my bike. But it was a little…” You cut him off with a noise.

“I’m sorry! Really! I’m super sorry. I just wanted to put stickers everywhere and your bike would look shinier and pretty with my stickers, but after I did it, I saw I ruined it.” You rambled.

Bucky shook his head, “Kid, it’s ok. We all make mistakes sometimes, but I did want to talk to you about what you told your dad. Did you really think I’d hurt you?” He looked so upset at the thought of it.

“No… not really?” You groaned then shook your head, “I know that you and daddy and all of the others go out and fight and stuff.”

“We would never hurt you, you’re my niece, everyone here loves you.” He mumbled to you, leaning closer and pressing his hand onto your shoulder gently.

You sighed tiredly, “But what if I mess up more? Won’t you get sick of me?”

“You’re human, and you know what all humans do – we make mistakes and messes, but we learn from them. Everyone will still love you no matter what. Even if you destroy Tony’s lab or paint all of Natasha’s weapons or break Mjolnir somehow. Kid, you’re a treasure to us, we all love you.” Bucky explained to you.

You sniffled, feeling a little emotional and sleepy. “Promise? Even my dad would love me too if I do bad things?”

“Yes, completely, I promise.” Bucky whispered back.

Steve walked back into the room, holding the icepack and smiling at the two of you. “I promise we all love you.” He gently set the icepack on your knee as you blinked at him in confusion.

“Did you hear all of that?!” You gaped at him, making the two of them laugh deeply.

“I did, I’m a superhero after all.” He said teasingly. You groaned back at him feeling annoyed at his explanation.

“Well, when I become a superhero, I’ll be super sneaky and strong and know everything! Then you can’t surprise me anymore!” You blew out a funny noise with your tongue sticking out.

Bucky chuckled, “She got you there.”

You yawned and laid down on your pillows even more. Steve and Bucky looked at each other, then back to you and Bucky stood up from the bed.

Your dad leaned down to kiss your forehead again and Bucky squeezed your hand lovingly. “I think it’s time for you to get to sleep. Goodnight, we love you.”

“Goodnight, love you too.” You mumbled and snuggled into your blanket. You kept the icepack on your knee and fell asleep within a few minutes, feeling relieved and happy.

[drabblejester]

Dan Heng, Sampo, Gepard, Ratio and Mr Reca react that reader has a chaotic little sister like Klee from genshin impact

how VARIOUS HSR GUYS would react to your SUPER COOL BUT MILDLY INSANE LITTLE SISTER!!

requested by: gachaclubideas !!

pairings: dan heng, sampo, gepard, ratio, and mr reca & gn!reader and little sister :3

content warnings: none!!

comments: the first post after brief hiatus is chaotic.. as god intended<3

GEPARD:

ouuh he LOVES her!!! doesn’t like how crazy she is though. but still loves her

goes and pinches her cheeks like a grandma and gets scared because she growled at him (“whys she in timeout?” “because she growled at me” reference)

tells her some lovely stories about all of his cool adventures only to find out that she REALLY wants to go on those adventures too

you just kinda laugh it off until she comes back with a diy cardboard suit of armor just like gepards…. okay now youre debating on letting her go or not

gepard just sits her down and talks about it, telling her why she cant go on Death Expedition Number Three Thousand. she gets upset so he bakes her some cookies or fixes her a snack. hurray! peace restored <3

SAMPO:

and unlike gepard, he will HAPPILY treat her to crazy explorations and little ‘quests’ he makes up.

they’re either just a way to get your sister to do work for him OR genuinely for fun. no matter what, he makes sure that she’s safe and sound and tucked into bed at 9 pm

constantly talks to you about how GREAT of a fool she would grow up to be.. indoctrinating elation early. he’s good at it too… you’re a bit worried that she’s going to end up even crazier if she does wind up to be a fool

eeeeeh but she knocks out too early to do anything TOO crazy. nearly 99% of the time after sampo and her come back from their adventures, shes knocked out on his shoulder FAST asleep.

at least you can sleep at night knowing mr cold feet has your little sister in (somewhat) good hands, albeit probably a terrible influence on her.

DAN HENG:

he’s scared. he’s genuinely scared at first. it’s like having a miniature and even WORSE version of caelus or stelle in the express

and he’s vowed to never let her end up like those little trash-eating baseball-wielding raccoon dweebs… so the first thing he does is teach her some manners!

they have a LOT of tea parties, and he uses it as an excuse to teach her basic manners and polite words. and she does learn well!

sadly it comes at the cost of him coming out of the room in a pretty pink dress and makeup and so much glitter. he’s even got stickers on his tail that he can’t reach far enough to get off

you and march take SO many photos. damn the lessons, you just think its funny that he comes out as a new princess every time

DR. RATIO:

he also tries the approach that dan heng has, aka teaching her some manners and such. she learns well from him, but constantly calls him a cranky old man. much to your amusement

he gets annoyed and overwhelmed by her very very easily, so its hardly 10 minutes before he’s handing her off to you again.

don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t think that she’s a lost cause or anything. he just doesn’t do too well with hyper kids, and doesn’t really know how to fix that

he tries a new method, bribery! giving her a small piece of fruit every time she gets a question right. which goes very well! at first!

eventually your little sister is begging to go to ratio because he has yummy fruits, and ratio is begging you to NOT hand her over because she will terrorize him (you hand her over)

MR. RECA:

dear GOD he loves her. adores her so much. kisses her cheeks and pats her head so very much its like he was MADE to work with kids

his energy and her energy work surprisingly well together? much more than you expected. he’s frantically taking photos of her in cute little outfits and in the most insane voice hes like “yes.. YES.. MY LITTLE ACTRESS!! MY DARLING SUPERSTAR!!! YOU’LL CRUSH THE WORLD SOMEDAY!!!!”

it’s kinda concerning now that you think about it because they enable each other SO hard. they’re both hyper maniacs who love doing things! which is cute until you think about it for more than 3 seconds

she gets to feature in so so many productions (with your consent), even playing a major role as a super cool villain. she loves it so much that she refuses to get rid of the costume, which now sits proudly in her closet

after each film, he showers her with love and praise and treats her to a little bit of ice cream. you lecture reca about sugar, and he winds up going the veggie route. your baby sister now refuses to work with him </3

apolocheese for the absence my lieges

[trollbreak]

Btw I need to give marrow nipples, my cousin has spoken lol

[sleepyparalysisdmon]

SVT getting a kiss when they pout

Requested? Yes! (and they are still open!)

Genre: FLUFF

That was the entire point - Seungcheol, Hoshi, Mingyu, Chan

Absolutely did it on purpose. Thinks he’s some kind of a genius when you laugh at his pout and give him a little peck. Might even keep pouting and demanding a few more, insisting that he just needs one more. And then one more. And then just one more, he promises. Insatiable really and the pout was a weapon the entire time. Don't resist it or it will become straight up sulking and it will require an immense amount of affection and reassurance to fix. 

Didn’t realize they were pouting but will never stop now - Jeonghan, Jun, DK, Seungkwan

Could be pouting about something, anything at all. He's really genuinely pouting, but when you squish his face and give him a peck, calling him cute, a lightbulb will go off above his head. Because yes!! This is a weapon!!! Relentlessly pouts once he realizes the power it has. 

Didn’t realize they were pouting and will not realize that it can be used as a weapon - Joshua, Wonwoo, Woozi, Minghao, Vernon

Also genuinely pouting about something, but when you squish his face and give him a peck, calling him cute, oh boy prepare for the whining. ‘I’m not cute, I’m upset. Stop patronizing me!’ Might even shove you away to continue pouting. You’ll have to placate him another way, perhaps actually solving the problem that made them pout in the first place.