#(( uwu you’ll see that text he would have sent uwu))

[ducknotinarow]

2k7 Raph Casey - 🤪[reverse uwu] (TEXT: I l  ove yoy Raph, I'll añways fuckinf love you - I love you Raph, I'll always fucking love you)

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Raph was getting pretty good at this not to brag but well yeah he was bragging as he was pulling in the chain link he had used to lower his latest catch down to the cop to deal with next. Before dipping out of sight well the best he could. They always seemed to manage to grab a quick picture of Raph no matter what, or a glimpse of him showed up for the news report later. Even when Don read over the paper with his picture or Mikey happened to catch the Nightwatcher on. They never seemed to put two and two together. That it was Raph so yeah he maybe at times wasn't as careful as he should have been. Hey he has a full metal suit to cover himself with.

Hoping off the ledge of the building a little bounce to his step, this felt great. Fuck Leo they didn't need Leo to still be doing something that meant something. Didn't need to sit around like a used tool either as Splinter seemed to want of them well they waited for Leo to return. As if he would. Leo's letter stopped coming so long ago and he was meant to have been home. Pretty clear to tell Leo didn't want to come back. They don't need mister fearless Leo anyway. They were all clearly adjusting just fine with out him.

Yeah clearly. That's why Raph was out in the middle of the night fighting crime alone. Sure he would go topside by himself before but not all the time. The sound of metal wasn't enough to drown out that of a duffel bag full of sports equipment in it. Or Hockey stick swinging back and forth against their back. The muffled breath from a hockey mask. Raph just groaned to himself, as he went to free his head from the helmet now. "Stop think' 'bout him! we don' get ta miss Casey." He snips at himself as if he were truly fighting with his heart just now he swears he can feel it grow heavy over his words. Helmet held to rest to his hip a moment as he strolled across the roof top. Stopping at the ledge on the opposite side.

He wasn't too far away from Casey's neighborhood.

"NO!" He growls a bit to himself dropping down to sit down. "Get a fuckin' grip I broke up with Casey!" Those word stung. It hurt more than any of the street punks that got in a lucky hit could ever duel out towards him. That was the simple truth no matter how much he wanted to just forgot. How could he forgot though? Raphael could easily still perfectly imagine Casey face that day he did it broke it all off between them. The hurt and confusion mixed over Casey's face. Raph did the one thing he dreaded to ever do to anyone he promised to protect, he hurt Casey. Worse he did it on purpose. There was a buzz on his side he ignored it at first, might just be Don.

Letting hie head tip back to rest against the brick ledge as he looked up to the sky, felt like the smog was only thicker these days the stars seemed to have lost their shine and sheen. That was just how everything felt to Raph. The appeal to anything he liked was just gone, he didn't hate it, just didn't bring him the joy he once felt before. Maybe because after a rough night when he slumped down to rest Casey's shoulder, was there for him to rest his tried head on. Their warmth his to soak in as they would throw their arm around him and tug for him to come closer. And they would look uo together. The sky always seemed brighter back then.

Going out to bust skulls together was always more fun than being out all alone like this even. Setting up the hits together, how Casey fought similar to himself, no mercy. The drive and thrill of the chase. Having Casey right beside him, knowing they had his back. Never had to worry about someone trying to hit him over the head. If they did get the better of him or overwhelmed him. There was Casey.

Raphael's partner in so many ways.

Heavey sign left his beak. Funny enough between the fighting, the intimacy, even what he missed? Was talking to Casey. Sure it be easy to tease and say the guy likely didn't have much to offer to talk about, but that's not true. Raph would hang on every word he wondered if Casey noticed that.

Trying to drag himself out of his thoughts as he finally pulled his phone free from his belt. He had to cruse the way his heart rate speed the second he read the name. 'Bonehead' accompanied by a picture of Casey, that Raph sneakily snapped one morning. He really should change that was the following thought. Seemed wrong to still use that photo for Casey...he didn't get to see that side of them anymore after all.

"Why ya textin' me anyway?" Trying to change the subject for himself as he opened their messages. Trying to ignore when the last text between them was sent

[TEXT] I l  ove yoy Raph, I'll añways fuckinf love you

There was a warmth sweeling in him, his heart seemed to all but come to sudden stop. The city noises fell on to deaf ears. Raph was stunned, by what he was reading was that it was hard to decipher Casey's text even with the odd way it had been typed out. He let his eye scan over it a few more times in the off chance he was wrong. He's not sure what he's feeling there's a lot going through him at the words. Four words that meant everything to him even since Casey started to say them. Enough to make Raph freeze every time they were said.

"You..." He grits his teeth grip tighten on his phone as he drops it not able to fave it right now. "How can you still..."

I love you still too

"We don' make sense!"

I need ta see you right now

"We can' be together!"

I want nothin' more than to be with you

"I did' the one thing I said I never do!" He couldn't argue that. He left. He hurt Casey, he told them he was done he knew deep down Casey was soft he worked to see past thier walls. He wanted to be trusted with that part of Casey. No matter what he wanted it so badly. Then...then he did excatly what Casey was protecting himself for.

"GOD DAMN IT!" He roared slightly the pain in his heart just seemed to weight it down more. "You could be with someone else! Some else to drive off with, someone else ta kiss someone else arms to fall asleep in..." but Raph couldn't stand the image in his mind of any of that happening.

Turning to face towards thier neighborhood. "You can do all of that but...please don' do the things we did. Late night bike rides. Goin' all the places that were jus' ours.... I am selfish." Rubbing his face with his hand now as he sighed out heavily once more. "I don' have any right ta say that crap. Casey should be allowed to move on he should move on even! I can- I mean I don-" He knew he could say that because it wasn't ture in the slightest. That he didn't love them? Raph was a lot of things and one was still in love with Casey Jones. Phone lifted back up to read over the screen. It was clearly messed up. Maybe they didn't mean it, clearly drunk meant for someone else even.

That turly made his heart feel like it was sinking down into his shell now. "He should be with someone who can give 'em all they want. House, kids...not a busted up broken..me." not matter how much he wanted to be with Casey right now. Hear that dumb laugh, feel thier arms slung around him and knuckles digging into his skull. Never did understand why that was whar Casey did but he missed it a lot.

"Ya gotta find someone else...someone good for ya Case. Who'll give ya all ya want." Lookink back to the phone himself, a moment of weakness as he started to type only to stop. When the sound of sierns hit his ears. Making him stand up altered to where it seemed to be coming from. Looking down to where he saw thw flash of red and blue heading he could get there faster if he cross over the rooftops.

Casey.

Raphael looked back to his phone, eyeing the text he nearly sent himself. He didn't delete it he just closed it out and shoved it back away, and he set his helmet over his head once again. "Casey....don' wast ya time on me."

[miekasa]

iced tea

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genres and warnings: college au, levi is the best not yet boyfriend au, erwin would definitely be an insufferable project partner to have but you gotta love him au

+ summary: there are three rules of night class. come on time, come prepared, and come with snacks. you forget about rule number three. luckily, levi’s there to save the day.

There’s only one appeal to signing up for a three-hour night class, and it’s that you only ever have to muster up the will to attend once a week. It’s a sacrifice, but it definitely cuts down on the temptation of skipping like you would a normal, one-hour section course. Just one and done.

Plus, you have Erwin with you in this class. Is he a little bit of a professor’s pet and consistently overly chipper every class despite knowing he’s about to endure 180 minutes of lecture? Sure, but at least you don’t have to suffer alone.

Really, it’s not as bad as it sounds, especially if the course is interesting enough, or easy enough, and luckily for you, yours is both. Not to mention, your professor is brilliant, actually entertaining, and does her best to keep the class engaging—she’s funny in the dorky, lovable professor kind of way. And she gives you short, ten to fifteen minute breaks at every hour mark just to make sure everyone doesn’t completely lose their minds.

It’s a commitment, but you’ve grown to actually enjoy it. As long as you follow the three rules of night class: come on time, come with your notes prepared so that you don’t get upstaged by Erwin, and come with—

“Fuck,” you curse, watching as Erwin pulls out one of his many, tiny, organic, boxed juices. The ones meant for children with soy sensitivities that Erwin claims are packed with more nutrients.

“What’s up?” He questions, more shocked than concerned, at your sudden profanity as he sets his juice box in the right corner of his desk.

You pout. “I forgot to bring snacks.”

Come on time, come with your notes prepared so that you don’t get upstaged by Erwin, and come with snacks. Those were the only three rules of night class, and you’d completely forgotten about the most important one.

“Oh,” Erwin grins, pulling a chocolate bar from his lunch bag and taunting you with it, “Sounds like a you problem.”

You snatch a piece from the top corner, stuffing part of it into your mouth to spite him; but you regret your choices as soon as it melts on your tongue.

“What the fuck—is this mint chocolate?” you complain, swallowing the rest of the sweet with disdain.

“Yes it is,” Erwin huffs, grabbing the remaining stolen bit from between your fingers and popping it into his mouth, “And it is delicious.”

“You’re an actual menace to society.”

Erwin crinkles his nose at you, “A menace to society with snacks for the next three hours.”

His comment makes you groan, albeit a little dramatically, and you slump back in your chair to debate your options. Class doesn’t start for another twelve minutes; you could try and run to the student center quickly to buy some last minute snacks, but the line was probably already lengthy with students of similar trains of thought, meaning you’d be late if you stuck it out, which would leave you violating rules one and three tonight. Erwin makes you sit in the front row with him, and you were not willing to take the late walk of shame with an armful of snacks in tow.

You could wait it out until the first hour break, but they’ll probably be sold out of anything good by then, not to mention the race to beat out the line again. If you played your cards right, you could order food during class and time it so that it was delivered during your break, but that was risky.

Alternatively, you could try and sprint to the concessions stand near the library, but going there and back was so much further away than the student center; you’d probably end up late, too.

“Hey,” you call to Erwin, refraining from rolling your eyes as he sets all six thousand and twenty eight of his colored pens on his desk for the evening, “Is Hange still on campus?”

“No, they have work today.”

You groan. Why did Hange have to be so responsible and good with their time-management skills. They was your last hope. Unless—

“Do you think Levi will bring me Starbucks?”

“Probably,” Erwin shrugs, humming to himself; but then he thinks it over, replying again with a knowing smirk on his face, “Actually, definitely. If he’s still here, but he probably is. You know him.”

You pout, the possibility of Levi being home is high, but so is that of him being cooped up in his favorite library. Either way, he would likely be studying right now, and you’d hate to disturb him, but desperate times call for desperate measures. 

[sent 6:47pm] you — leeevaaaaaaaaai are you still on campus

[received 6:47pm] leeevaaai — yes — why, what’s wrong

[sent 6:47pm] you — uwu — wanna bring me something from starbucks before class — i have my 3 hour lecture today and i forgot snacks :—( — and erwin won’t share his organic $1500 whole foods gummy bears with me

[received 6:48pm] leeevaaai — i told you i don’t like the smileys with the noses, they’re ugly — should you even be drinking coffee this late, you’ll be up until the ass crack of dawn

You scoff audibly, and Erwin takes this as an invitation to peep at your screen. Your comment about his snacks does not go unnoticed, as bitterly munches on his (yes, in fact, organic and gluten-free, as if it being mint flavored wasn’t criminal enough) chocolate bar.

[sent 6:48pm] you — that’s RICH coming from you mister

[received 6:48pm] leeevaaai — you’re being awfully rude to someone you expect to buy you a $7 drink

[sent 6:48pm] you — hehe sorry i loooove you leeevaaai — venti iced chai latte — light ice

[received 6:49pm] leeevaaai — do you think i don’t know your overpriced starbucks order by now

[sent 6:49pm] you — uwu :—)

[received 6:49pm] leeevaaai — but you’re getting a grande, i’m not made of money — and it’s punishment for sending another ugly nose smiley

[sent 6:49pm] you — un-uwu

“I don’t blame him,” Erwin chuckles, scrunching the wrapper from his now finished bar between his fingers.

You flick him away, ignoring the turning heads of your classmates as Erwin’s pens fall in the aftermath. It’s seven o’clock on the dot when your laptop pings loudly with an incoming message from Levi—and a subsequent groan from Erwin, who breeches your personal space once more to press the mute button on your keyboard.

[received 7:00pm] leeevaaai — where are you sitting

[sent 7:00pm] you — front row to the right — erwin’s idea not mine

Levi spots Erwin’s bright blonde hair before he sees you, scoffing to himself as he makes his way to the front of the room; a tray with three Starbucks cups, and a plastic bag in tow. Erwin sees him first, too, waving at him as he crosses from the left side to where the two of you are seated.

“Aw, Levi, you brought me one!” Erwin all but squeaks, reaching for one of the other drinks with grabby hands after you take your iced drink from the tray.

But Levi pulls one hot drink from the tray for himself, and pulls the remaining one out of arm’s reach. “As if,” he grumbles, bringing his own cup to his lips. 

“You’re the best, Levi,” you smile, sticking your tongue out at Erwin. Levi only offers you a small nod as acknowledgement. He extends his left hand now, the plastic bag sliding off his wrist and onto your desk, silently.

Confused, you lean forward, setting your drink down to open the contents of the bag. Inside, there are two granola bars, a bagel, cream cheese, some kind of sandwich, and a small Nutella to-go cup with mini breadsticks attached. When you look back up at Levi, he simply shrugs, sipping on his drink again while a light pink dusts over the tips of his ears. 

“You said you forgot your snacks,” he explains, “I knew you’d text me the whole time, bitching about how Erwin wouldn’t share his zero-calorie lemon rinds if you didn’t have your own.”

You take note that the chai he brought you was, in fact, a venti, and not a grande like he’d threatened, and that the granola bars in the bag are not only your favorite flavor, but from your favorite brand, too; and you find yourself smiling as you decipher the very clear message underneath Levi’s less than poetic words.

“What’s in the other cup?” Erwin asks, pointing at the remaining drink. Levi carefully lifts it from the tray, and sets it down on the other corner of your desk, a safe distance away from your laptop.

“Tea,” he says shortly, “So you don’t lose your mind after inhaling your coffee.”

“This is tea, too. Chai is tea, Levi.”

“Tea without milk or six kilograms of sugar,” Levi corrects you, “Or ice.”

“Iced tea is tea, you know.”

Levi doesn’t respond to that with anything but a glare. You smile at his stoicism. Erwin thinks the whole exchange is kind of weird, and wonders where you possibly get the gall to make fun of his taste in snacks when you can’t even realize you’re in love with a man who refuses to identify iced tea as a valid form of tea. 

“I better go before she starts,” Levi speaks, a single hand referencing to your professor behind him, who looks just about ready to begin class for the evening, “Call me when you’re done, I’ll drive you two home.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, Erwin and I usually take the b—”

“Brat,” Levi cuts your words short, “Call me when you’re finished. I’ll be in the library.”

You throw daggers at him with your eyes, but your resolve is waning, once again, as you closely read at the implications of Levi’s promise. You accept, and Erwin is more than happy for the free ride.

Levi hums. “And eat the bagel before the Nutella.”

“You’re annoying.”

“I’m a saint,” Levi deadpans, placing the palm of his hand on the top of your head affectionately, “Call me.”

He walks away before you can debate again, just as your professor speaks into the microphone to grab everyone’s attention. You scrunch your nose, hands flying to your hair to smooth out the aftermath of Levi’s playfulness, before opening your notes for the evening.

“You’re really dense aren’t you?” Erwin asks, one eyebrow raised, but the overall look on his face is more than fond, “It’s kind of cute.”

“Huh?” you question, cheeks stuffed with food as you bite into your bagel, “Dense about what?”

Erwin shakes his head, turning back to laptop with an exasperated expression, the fondness in his eyes fading quickly. “Hopeless,” he mumbles, “The both of you.”

[dreamesamu]

Hiii! I'm so glad that your request is open 24/7! how convenient! by the way can I request Haikyuu setters coming home drunk and forget their s/o dinner, please? UwU this blog is cute.

DRUNK BOYS FORGOTTEN THEIR S/O DINNER

featuring: Sugawara, Akaashi, Kenma (setter ver.)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, time skip!, suggestive, Kenma being wild as fuck, Akaashi being bold as hell.

a/n: hiii! thank you very much for requesting! I’m not partial to any of these characters, it’s my idea at first and how I write it down and edit it kinda ruin the quality of that idea...

⤿ part one | part two

sugawara koushi

- It’s very rare to see a responsible teacher like Koushi getting drunk, but if that happens, he definitely acts clingy around you and begs for your attention.

- You admit that is very cute because when he’s asleep, you can do whatever you want with that warm body; hugs, cuddles, kisses, everything like that, indeed, he doesn’t mind at all but appreciate all of your actions.

- Unfortunately, you and him found it kind of difficult to take a break and spend some time together lately, since it is the final semester of the school year and Koushi gradually becomes busier.

- You decided to host a romantic dinner for you and him to spend the night together before he could get any important business to mind and rarely come home before ten.

You stare at the text he sent by lunch, happy written all over your face to see his lovely replied on the screen promised he’ll be back for dinner with you. It’s six in the afternoon, and you started cooking in excitement.

“all done! Now, I should prepare some movies to watch! Brilliant!” take off the apron, you rush towards the CD basket you guys have been kept for two years, hum a random song happily, you sit down, managed to find your movie somewhere in those thickly cases.

It’s seven, and he’s not home yet, you have wasted an hour preparing dinner, waiting for his appearance, but he disappointed you a little.

“he might be busy, though…” you sigh to yourself, try to prevent yourself from overthinking.

It’s eight, and he never comes back, you started to worry, pick up your phone and scroll through his number, hesitate.

“Should I call him? He might be too busy now… maybe a text is okay…” you trusted him, he might be busy now, so you just helplessly comfort yourself and being a bit more patient, hoping he’d be home soon.

Well, ten in the evening, no signs of him, the delivered word in the chat make you feel even worse. You know for sure he is too busy to remember this dinner. Sighing in disappointment, you decided to put back the movie CD in the basket, already know you and he doesn’t have enough time for a movie, maybe just a dinner, it would help.

Done cleaning up, you stand up and glance to the door to hear his keychain is clinging, you happily rush towards the door to welcome him back home. Your smile immediately drops to see his slightly drunk figure leaning against the door.

He sees you wearing that expression but has no idea so just greet you with a smile. Your eyes start getting teary, voice cracks when you just ask him where has he been. He seems to notice your hurt figure but just simply replies.

“Where have I been? Honey, of course I’m always at work! what’s wrong? You seem hurt.”

You look at him in disbelieve, yet concern about what has he done to get home in a drunk status. Ignore his question, you just questioned him back.

“Koushi, please be honest with me, what have you done to deserve this drunk?”

He tilted his head and his brows furrow.

“Hey baby, I’m only drinking a little because of the principal retirement, it’s not a big deal.”

"What? You promised me you will be home soon, and I've been exciting for us to finally have time together. what was that behavior?" You scoff, upseting.

"Hey easy, I'm sorry! What things have made you mad-"

“drinking a little, huh? it’s not a big deal, huh? So it is a big deal that you promised me you’ll be home for dinner, and you broke it? Did you know how worried I am for you? What am I supposed to be exciting about? Now you are drunk, great job Koushi! We can’t spend the night together, again!”

You raised your voice, heartbroken, tears are racing to fall down. He just stands there, dumbfounded. He managed to say something, but you have already slammed the bedroom door.

He is still conscious enough to realize that he screwed up, he broke the promise and hurt your feelings. Suga sighs, pulling his hair and curses himself. He wants to make it up for you so damn bad.

Knocked on the door and receive no response, he twists the doorknob and slightly opens. You are rolling up on the edge of the bed, sobbing painfully, hands wiping the tears non-stop. He feels so damn worse like he is deserving to go to hell, he doesn’t want his baby crying because of him.

“hey... baby?” his voice cracked just to see you flinch and sit up in surprise. He’s hurt, too.

“what do you want now? Koushi? Just leave me alone.”

He takes a step closer and grabs your wet hand to pull you in for a hug and you just trying to break free, he holds you tight, mumbles in your shoulder.

“I am the worst man in this world, I broke my promise and make my baby crying because of some stupid reason, I deserve to be punished. I’m so so so sorry.” He said with so much guilt.

You feel your tears started to build up again. You are no longer want to break the hug when you feel him sniffing in your shoulder to feel his warm breath, so comfy, your favorite spot.

“I want to make it up for you, really. Do you think I am allowed to have the chance to do it?”

Holding him tighter, you sniff his milk soap smell, feeling very comfortable.

“I love you so much. Please stop crying.” He kisses your forehead, hand finds your face and gently wipes your tears.

“then you better don’t mess up this time.” You pout.

“Alright, alright, I’ll cook for you all tomorrow, I called that a day off.”

Akaashi Keiji

- He is the most responsible person either of work or love, he wouldn’t mind drinking just a little on purpose or because of his job. He never disappointed or makes you worried about his behavior.

- You decided to make the dinner a little more special today since he has texted you to be home extra early. you wanted things to go smoothly and your feelings might be lasting more durably.

- But you haven’t texted him yet, you keep in mind the plan to surprise him.

- You have done everything, candles, flower vases, soft music… perfectly. For now, you just wait for him to come home, decide to watch a movie while waiting.

An hour passed by, the movie finally comes to an end, he’s not home, so you decide to watch a shorter one hoping that he’ll return. But it has ended, and he never appears. No message, no calls, your black screen is not even bothering to light up any notifications.

The day is getting end. You disappointed to think that maybe he might get more work today, you force yourself to not overthinking, but upset about the fact that he didn’t even try to dial you.

Let out a sigh, you managed to clean the things you’ve cooked up to see the door be opened, reveal a little red Keiji standing at the doorway.

“Hey baby, I’m home! Sorry, my roommate wants me to drink with him for his new promotion” he greets and excuses. You know he is still conscious of the fact that he just drinks a little because his alcohol tolerance is low, cannot drink too much.

“hey Keiji, welcome home.” You said trying to keep calm, heart shattered.

He hums in response and steps closer to you, waiting for a greeting kiss but you leave, walking in the kitchen.

He senses something weird, you have always greeted him with a kiss no matter what mood he has got, he enjoys it very much, btw.

But right after the moment he walks in the kitchen to see all the things you did, your back faced him to wash the dishes, your shoulders shaking softly. He freezes. You did this for him but he turned you down.

Done washing, you turned around to see him standing three miles away, brows furrow, lips managed to say something, you look at him waiting, but nothing comes out. Guilt starts to build up in his guts, glances at you in regret.

“oh hey, you must be thirsty, here.” Your voice crack, quickly turns around to pour him a glass of water.

He picks up the glass, his heart sinks to see you force a smile on your face, he hates it. Put the glass down and pull you in a hug before you could go anywhere else. he mumbles.

“hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Guilt rush in his voice as he apologized.

“I know you don’t, it’s okay, not really that big of a deal. It’s my fault, I’ve been too excited to expect this would happen.” Your tears start building up yet again when you hug him back.

“no, I’m sorry, baby, I fucked up. I didn’t text you or try to call you, I…” he stutters with his aching heart

“I’ve waited, Keiji, exciting that we could finally enjoy some alone time with each other, but maybe I was too sel- hmmph!”

Didn’t let you finished, he shuts you up by reaching a hand to your face and kisses your lips roughly yet passionate in frustration. Your stomach flip as you lean in the kiss, causes him to pulls you closer, kiss you deeper. As soon as he pulls out, the clumsy flustered y/n scene is quite amused to him.

“hey, you are never too selfish, you are more than enough for me, you don’t have to apologize, just let me make it up for you, please?” he said as his thumb caresses your pink cheek and you nod, which he sighs in relief.

“you better don’t kiss me like that again or else I’ll die with those goddamn butterflies.” You tried to hide your blush only to make him chuckles. He kisses your lips again, but it’s shorter than the last one.

“Oya? how about I kiss you like this?” he watches in amusement as your cheeks getting inflate at the time your brow furrow, still blushing madly.

“Keiji, you pervert.”

“you still love me though.”

You hide your flush face in his shirt as he carries you out of the kitchen. The lights went out; the half-drank-glass of water still standing lonely in the kitchen but it remains the cute event just happened five minutes ago, and Keiji’s breath, of course.

Kenma Kozume

(since it's not really a hurt/comfort, I'll do a reblog with pain :)))

- He never too busy for work, though. Since his work is a streamer, everything in your life with him occurs normally and you love it that way.

- He is very comfortable but yet very hot sometimes, especially when he’s in his suit, hair tied up in a low bun. Dangerously aggressive when something interrupts him or prevents him from doing something but that’s fucking rare and you are fucking lucky to be the one he treated like that.

- He received a call from Kuroo, he told him that he needs his help for doing something, so he went out.

- He is too hot when he’s drunk. His alcohol tolerance is undergrounding high…

- You kiss him and told him to be back for dinner, he nods and pinky promises with you only to see you smiled happily.

It’s around six in the afternoon and Kenma has left your residence for seven hours count from lunch. You are sitting at the couch, boringly scrolling randomly through your phone, check the time every thirty minutes and finally stand up to cook dinner.

You have done everything at seven and yet again scrolling randomly through your phone, bruh. Sometimes later, you figured out it’s getting quite late already but he’s still not home, where could he be? Has he forgotten your small pinky promise?

The door opens, reveal a so damn hot Kenma in a slightly drunk status, you widened your eyes, and step closer to him.

“baby? What the fuck?” you exclaim in disbelief.

“Okay okay, y/n, calm down. I know I fucked up! I’m sorry!” Kenma excuses, turn on your scoff mode.

“so you did remember, but you come home this late on purpose? What did you do? What have you done?” you snap at him angrily.

“y/n, lower your voice, I can explain.” He raises his hand to wipes out the falling bangs, the other closed the door.

“explain what? Isn’t the evidence being right in front of my eyes? This is so annoying!” you didn’t listen, but continuing to argue.

“y/n.” he struggles.

“ugh, whatever, I’m not interested in arguing with you.” You said mockingly then rush to your shared bedroom.

Kenma sighs, at least you might hear him explain. You gave him no choice but to deal with this petty behavior.

He knocks on the door, to hear your frustrated mumbles, he chuckles silently to find it really cute. Without any warning, he pushes the door and steps in. you are sitting on his office chair, twisting it playfully. He can’t help but try not to laugh, and of course, it pissed you off.

“what do you wannnt?” you whine, eyes closed, rest your head on the back of the chair showing off the rest of your neck. He gulps.

“Kozume?” see he remains silent, you tilted your head up just to see his neutral expression right in front of you.

“will you hear me explain?” he questioned with a brow roses up, kneeled down to your level.

“yeah fine, whatever.” You scoff. “what was that behavior for?” he asks, confusing.

It’s your turn to be silent, sees you like that confused him pretty much, he stands up and takes off his coat, while you’re watching him unaware. And he’s hesitating about doing this, you can see the nervousness in his eyes, he sighs, well, he’s gonna do it for fuck sake.

Suddenly he lifts you up causes you to slip a small yelp, your legs wrap around his torso, his hand carries your leg, the other wrap around your waist. He set you down on the desk and peck your lips. Your eyes widened, blushing and playfully hit his chest. Little did you know, he is madly blushing, too.

“what goddamn thing have made you turn to this wild, Kozume?”

“I-I really don’t know. May-maybe because of-of the alcohol.” he stutters and blinks in embarrassment. “but… but you need to know that I didn’t forget, Kuroo won’t let me go if I refuse to drink with him, I-I…” he groans, blushing mad but refuse to let you go.

“Kozume… don’t blame the alcohol, you are so cute.” You kiss his lips once more. “And I’m sorry for being mad at you, I should hear your explanation before going to the conclusion.” You hug him tightly, butterflies non-stop flying in his stomach. You heard him purr at your touch.

“but… what’s the real reason that makes you this wild?” you are curious as fuck.

“I-I’m sorry, be-because…” he suddenly stops talking, red like a tomato. “you look too hot, you two wires coat, short shorts and anything...” He suddenly cooed, the blushes have never ended.

“Kozume, I-” he interrupts you with a kiss. “no, don’t say anything, it embarrassed me.”

You are ///////// again, chuckle at his words.

“Kozume, I love you.”

Hugging a Kodzuken boss in his suit and a lowered bun makes you feel butterflies yet so giddy.

this is not my best writing quality, I'm sorry if it bothers you, I'll try harder.

© 2021 tsukkikeiibabe. All rights reserved.

[jadequeen88]

Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

3.2k~

AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

“TCH!”

Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.

It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.

But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.

Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:

“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”

Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.

Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…

******

You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.

It was everything you hoped it would be:

Decay_666_

So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…

Cremation_Daddy

Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?

Decay_666_

Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.

Cremation_Daddy

Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now

You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.

*****

Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.

Y/N

Hey :)

Decay_666_

Hi

Y/N

How did you like my new collar?

Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.

Decay_666_

What collar?

Y/N

*image*

He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:

Decay_666_

Yeah… you look really pretty :)

He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.

Y/N

Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?

Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.

Y/N

I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.

Decay_666_

Yeah. Sure.

His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.

Decay_666_

Be over in 30 :)

He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.

*****

 Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.

His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.

“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.

This was going to be so much fun…

*****

Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying. 

However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.

“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”

He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv. 

You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.

“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”

No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.

“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”

“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.

“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.

“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.

You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.

“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.

After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest. 

“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”

He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.

“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.

“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”

The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.

“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”

You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.

“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”

He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.

“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”

“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”

“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.

“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in. 

“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”

Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.

“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.

“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yes… Mommy.”

“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?” 

Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”

You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips. 

A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.

“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.

“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”

“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else. 

With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”

“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.

“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Tell Mommy what you are…”

“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”

“And what do you want?”

“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”

You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.

“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”

Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.

“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”

Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.

“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”

Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

˚ · . 𝘁𝘅𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻! — 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨/𝙤

pairing: txt x fem!reader

genre: fluff!

word count: tbd

a/n: I took the longest time with this, I’m so sorry anon! I tried the best I can to make it good but it still doesn’t feel quite right. anyways, I hope you enjoy!

᠃ ⚘ choi yeonjun:

this was a little tough for me to do, bc Yeonjun is the oldest member and I feel that even if they did do something that’d upset him he wouldn’t really go off? If you know what I mean

but at the same time, he is also your boyfriend and he loves you to bits and pieces

so when they were messing around this time and didn’t break just anything, but the gift that you had gotten him for his birthday

he’d try to keep his cool, but would be visibly distressed

“Ah, come on guys do you see what you’ve done?” he’d whine

Thinking about how you had saved up to get him this cologne (you loved nice smells, and nice smells + your boyfriend = yes pls), and the face you had made when you cutely insisted he only where it when he’s with you

it’d just hurt his heart so much

but at the same time Hyuka and Soobin were standing at the crime scene looking like they’d burst into tears at any given moment

he’d eventually just settle on telling them off in a serious-but-not-serious tone, and he’d make sure to remind them of this mistake every freaking day skks

he’d make them apologise to you as well, which resulted in you sucking in a sharp breath through your teeth before you hit the back of his head playfully

you’d asure them (and Yeonjun) that it was no big deal

“I’ll be buying you cologne for the rest of our lives anyway,” you’d whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek – for effect, ofcourse.

And although he’s still pretty bummed about the broken gift, man’s would just get extremely smiley and giggly cause he WEAK for you

᠃ ⚘ choi soobin:

we all know this boy about to put himself through the most sksks

he’d wear the bracelet you got him for your 2 year anniversary EVERYWHERE and blush a little each time he looked at it

(the members would drag him so bad omg)

so when Beomgyu’s piercing got caught in it while he and Yeonjun were messing around in the van on the way to the next schedule, his heart started doing laps

he tried to gently move it away, but the van hit a pothole, and the next thing he knew, the beads were scattering everywhere

even though he’s clearly not to blame, he’d so blame himself for it

“I’m so sorry, Hyung” “No, it’s okay, I should have taken proper care of it”

he’d tell everyone it’s fine and it’s not that big of a deal, but there’d be a visible dark cloud hanging over his head 24/7 and he’d be completely despondent

he wouldn’t know how to tell you, so when Yeonjun and Beomgyu eventually apologized to you, you sighed, realizing that this was the reason he’d been avoiding your calls and texting back so dryly

“It’s okay, baby,” you’d coo, running your hands through his hair and giving his scalp gentle massages as he nuzzled his head into your chest.

᠃ ⚘ choi beomgyu: 

As I’m sure you can imagine, a large can of the Daegu satoori will be whipped out for this one

mans would be going through the five stages of grief as he watched Taehyun’s coffee seep into the handmade songbook that you had made for him last Christmas

they had been deciding on a title for a song that Beomgyu had initially written, but had now become a collaborative piece, when Huening had suggested that they just play rock-paper-scissors

them being them, they got way too into it, and Taehyun had accidentally knocked over his coffee onto the song in question

“H-hyung, I’m sorry...”

His heart would ache so bad omg, and he’d try and hurry and wipe the coffee off or something ugh this poor baby

I don’t feel like he’d be angry about it, but I do think that he’d be thinking about you and the amount of time and thought went into this gift and how much it meant to him to have received it from you

heck, the only reason he even used the book was because you had to convince him for weeks that it was meant to be used and not to gather dust

like Soobin, he’d also struggle to tell you about it, worried that it might hurt you which would hurt him – so he’d just resort to being playful about it and tell you in a roundabout way

“See, Y/n! This is why I didn’t wanna use it. I knew something like this would happen; I live with animals you know”

you’d just laugh it off and wrap your arms around him, knowing all too well that he more than likely cried about it before coming to tell you what had happened

he’ll NEVER let the members live it down lmaoo

“Remember that time you destroyed that gift from my girlfriend”

playfully obviously, ya know mans is a professional chain-tugger

expect that the next time you come over you’ll find that songbook framed and on a shelf in his room with a polaroid of you on the outside corner

᠃ ⚘ kang taehyun:

He really strikes me as the kind of person who wouldn’t normally get upset about something like this happening, but because it’s a gift from his s/o he’d be ticked off – at the very least

however, despite being ticked off, he wouldn’t let his emotions get the better of him.

You know our king of rationalism

He’d see the glass shatter as it hit the laminated floor of the dorm room, and he’d simply just stand there looking at it, absorbing the situation, trying the best he can to keep himself as calm as he possibly can

Yeonjun had came into the room to smother Huening with affection again, when he had accidentally knocked the watch off the dresser (it probably sent shivers down their spines as they imagines the many ways Taehyun could kill them in their sleep for this one)

“It’s okay, it’s not the end of the world,” he’d say, but really it felt like it was.  

Taehyun may come off as someone who is cold, but in reality he’s just such a soft boi who’d take care of and show affection to his s/o in his own ways

he hates to see you sad

it’d break his heart to know that the first gift he had ever gotten from you was in smithereens just bc yeonjun and hyuka couldn’t sit still for five minutes sksk

he’d want to tell you right away and he’d apologize in the sincerest way possible

“I’m really sorry about this, Y/n. I’m sure you spent a lot on this gift; I should have taken proper care of it,” he’d say, eyes literally begging you to forgive him

and you’d just slip your hand into his, giving it a squeeze, before snuggling into his figure and telling him that it was an accident, and how warm it wakes you feel knowing it meant that much to him

he’d gently push you aside and frown, before planting a kiss on your forehead, “Of course it means that much to me. It’s a gift from you.”

᠃ ⚘ huening kai:

“ANDWAEEE!”

you and I both know that we can hear that

Soobin and Taehyun had been teasing him about his plushies again – his collection was growing way too big for the space which he and Taehyun were supposed to share; and even he knew that

and as per usual, every time they picked a few to give away, Huening would get really sad and be unable to part with any of them – so they decided to tease him a little

they picked the plushie they knew you had given to him (the big, fluffy pink one with the floppy ears :((( )

he’d beg them to not tease him as they tossed it amongst themselves (THIS POOR BABY PLS)

“Please be careful! It’s going to break!” he’d whine

and it did :((((

one of the ears tore, and poor Huening just stood there with upset tears rimming his eyes, looking like his world just ended oml

Soobin and Taehyun would be extremely apologetic, and like Soobin, Huening would say that it’s okay even though it isn’t; he’d probably need like an hour to himself before being himself again

oh but he’d so rat them out though lmao

“Y/n! Look what they did! They hurt our Ae-Cha!” he’d say, playfully pouting as he showed you the tear on the plushie; to which they’d simply roll their eyes while Beomgyu and Yeonjun laughed

“Oh no! Our Ae-Cha!” you’d gasp in response, pouting just as much, before giggling and taking out the needle and thread from your bag

he’d wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder as you fixed the toy, telling you every other minute how lucky he is to have such a beautiful and talented girlfriend uwu ^.^

[sunaswife]

Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

note from denise: To be added to the taglist please send an ask. Comments and dms will be unintentionally ignored/forgotten. Also if you have sent an ask to be on the taglist. I am not ignoring you I add people onto the taglist when I update a new chapter! <3 love youuu

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter six

Suna was completely in shock and he was overwhelmed. He just froze. What can a man do when his ex tells him he is a father, let alone the father of two toddlers.

He immediately thought about the trauma you must have faced, being pregnant and alone. He also thought about how much he’s missed already, he wasn’t there for their day of birth, their first steps, first words, he’s already missed so many birthdays.

All he ever wanted was to be a father, especially to be the father of the children he made with the woman he was in love with. Was it truly a blessing or a curse?

Surely you don’t want to get back together and live like a perfect family behind a white picket fence. He’d have to learn how to push his feelings aside for these kids and share custody of them somehow. Before he could even speak you were walking away and he quickly turned.

Why aren’t his legs moving? What’s pulling him back? Is he afraid of this responsibility and commitment? Of course he is. He doesn’t want to be a shitty dad, will he be able to raise them correctly? How if he’s always busy training and practicing. All his free time is dedicated to napping.

His heart truly broke the second time ever when he saw those grayish eyes looking back at him with such hurt and betrayal. They screamed that they needed him. He didn’t know how but he felt it. He decided that he was going to take a step and work things out with you. Maybe not romantically but he really wants to be in his kids life.

“After all this time and trouble I went through. You’re gonna let her walk away again?” Atsumu’s annoying voice filled the silent hallway. “Fucking bastard.” Suna seethed and turned with a glare. Osamu knew his brother fucked up and decided to be cautious in case Suna decided to land a few punches on his brother like the last time Atsumu has pissed off Suna.

But as Atsumu braced himself for a comeback or for a fist to meet his face he was met with Suna’s back as he ran to catch up with you. When Suna turned the corner he saw the staff parking lot and he began to run even faster.

If you leave it’ll be too late.

When he made it in the parking lot he stopped and used his height to his advantage and he looked around. He couldn’t see you anywhere. “Y/N!” He called outloud and his voice echoed. “Y/N!” He repeated. He was about to continue walking through when a car backed up and quickly breaked so that they wouldn’t run over the man. You looked through your mirror and saw Suna standing there and looking around like an idiot.

Your heart clenched yet you felt butterflies at the same time. He came, not for you but for the kids. You really hoped and prayed that he would come, and he did. You parked your car and you got out. He sighed in relief and neared you. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I want to be in their lives I really do.” He exclaimed.

“It’s fine, Rin. I’m glad you want that.” You smiled softly.

For a moment he got lost in your eyes, and yours in his. It probably lasted less than a minute yet it felt like a eternity. Neither of you could turn away or say something else. It was comfortable and warm.

All of a sudden your phone rang and your finally blinked and turned away to answer your phone. “Did suna find you?” Jamie immediately asked. “Uh we were talking just now....” you said awkwardly and he stood awkwardly as well. “Ok good if not I was going to give him your number.” She sighed in relief and you rolled your eyes. “Alright I got to go, the kids have school in the morning.” You said and you both hung up.

“So I would love to stay and chat..ya know about the kids but they’re asleep already and they have school.” You mumbled. “No it’s fine I completely get it. School is important...are you available tomorrow? It’s off season for me so I don’t have any rough practices, only gym. I want to talk with you before meeting the kids.” He said and you nodded. “I’ll text you when to come over when I get home.” You told him and he nodded. You both exchanged numbers but Suna didn’t really seem that satisfied.

“Be safe. Text me when you guys get home safe.” He said and his eyes widened. “Okay, I will.” You smiled softly and he saw as you entered your car. You slowly pulled out and you drove away.

“Tsumu has her social media in case you’re curious.” Osamu spoke up causing Suna to jump. “What the hell dude, don’t just scare me like that.” He placed his hand over his chest and Osamu laughed.

“Come on, let’s go.” Osamu said and Suna nodded and walked away.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.” You muttered and slapped yourself as you drove. Your kids were already asleep so they couldn’t hear you having a mental breakdown on your way home. “Mommy you said a bad word.” Akira pointed out and you glanced at the mirror. “Sorry about that. Don’t repeat it okay?” You asked and she nodded. “I know I know.” She mumbled and look at her signed volleyball with a bored expression. “Is daddy going to be in our lives, now?” She asked and you sighed softly.

“Well we talked and it sounds like he wants to be there for you and nii-chan..he’s going to come over tomorrow while you’re at school so we can talk like adults. Then when you come home he’ll be there to hang out with you guys and you guys can get to know eachother.” You said hopefully.“I don’t like him. Why couldn’t Sakusa or Atsumu be our dad. Even that guy you were with earlier with the suit is fine. But dad is a jerk. He made you cry.” Rini huffed and your eyes widened, were they awake the whole time?

“Hey, I know you don’t know him but your shouldn’t disrespect your father like that. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have had you guys. You two are the best things that has ever happened to me. You’re a Suna, once you get to know your dad I know you’ll be proud that I put your last name as Suna not Kageyama.” You told him and he scowled.

“Can you tell us more about dad?” Akira asked and you nodded. “What do you wanna know?” You asked. “Why did you fall in love with him.” Rini immediately asked, “Well he was sweet and funny, he loved anime and we were in the same class. He also taught me how to love volleyball again after my grandpa died.” You said smoothly. “What position did he play? Did he go pro?” They asked. “He was a middle blocker and he was really good. He still is a middle blocker and yes he is pro.” You said and Rini gasped. He’s more of a middle blocker type of fan. And Akira prefers setters. Even when you or Tobio teach them volleyball. They choose those positions.

The whole drive they asked about him and you answered the best you could, you can’t tell them everything but they were satisfied and they had a better understanding. They did get upset with you for not telling Rin that he was a father since the beginning but they understood that he broke your heart and you didn’t really want to see him.

When you got home you texted Rin that you arrived. You quickly bathed your kids. Dressed them in their pajamas and read them a script from the new anime you’re going to be on. (They liked listening to the scripts rather than bedtime stories)

After reading three pages they were already knocked out and you gave them a kiss. You fixed Akira’s fox plush in her arms and made you way to Rini’s bed. He was hugging a green piggy with a crown from the angry birds game and the moon made his face glow. You stood there in shock and you imagined second year Rin sleeping like that with the pig plush with the crown that reminded him of you.

You quickly rubbed your eyes to see second year rin turn back into five year old Rini. “I need some wine.” You muttered and kissed his cheek and fixed his blanket. You took out the phone from your pocket as you made your way to the bathroom to take off your makeup and start your nightly routine.

You chuckled but quickly slapped your hand over your mouth. Why was it so easy to text Rin again after all this time. Isn’t it supposed to be awkward? Why are you so comfortable?

You quickly typed an awkward goodbye and he scratched his head confused but replied goodbye as well. He really wanted to continue talking to you more.

After you changed into your pajamas and finished your nighttime routine you made your way to the kitchen and you grabbed the half full wine bottle.

You held it to your chest as you made your way to your office/studio and began reading the script and answering some emails involving the character you’ll be portraying for the new anime. You celebrated a few weeks back when you got the offer and sighed thinking about this certain character.

You’ve read the manga already but it wouldn’t hurt to re read it to get a better feel of the characater right? You took a sip from the wine bottle as you found the first book of the manga. In your endless shelves of books.

“Alright Emma let’s go on an adventure.” You sighed and began to read The Promised Neverland.

Also don’t forget that I love you and you’re worth it <3 Idk who needed to hear this today :)

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[pinkyhim]

Little Mix Up (m)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 3.4k

theme: enemies to lovers  

 rating: explicit.

warnings: Swearing, ear biting, dry humping, dirty talk, no protection (use protection peeps), hair pulling, wet dreams lmao, marking/hickeys, fingering, slight pain kink?, jk is kind of possessive?, squirting, jk is a big boy (aka he has a big ding dong), slight overstimulation,Jungkook is cute in this uwu,

summary: A little camping trip mix up has you stuck in a tent with your enemy Jeon Jungkook, nothing could go wrong right?

Author’s Note - I originally posted this on another acc but I decided to delete it and just post it on here, Hope you guys enjoy this little piece of shit story :)

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You were not excited about this "healthy" little camping trip that your parents planned up, especially when you heard that the Jeon family was tagging along. You always tried your best to be gracious to them mainly because your mom was forever fixed on you, becoming friends with their only son, Jeon Jungkook. Now he was a problem, you honestly weren't sure why he always loathed you, but now, you don't even care. And for some reason, your mother wanted you to become friends with an asshole like him.

"I'm not going" You stated to your mother for the fourth time this morning, "Well, Y/N, it's not like you have a choice" Your mother responded as you let out a huge groan "I don't wanna go!" You say stomping your foot pouting. "Y/n pouting might work on your father, but not me, so start packing." She responds as you roll your eyes and stalk over to your room flinging the door shut to make your point. You didn't want to go on this trip if it wasn't obvious enough, Your mother wanted to get you and Jungkook in some kind of relationship of sorts but no way in hell were you ever going to date some jerk like Jungkook. You always tried to become acquainted with Jungkook but he continuously blew you off. You sighed laying down on your bed to call up your best friend Park Jimin.

He answered with "What?" You could hear something shuffling in the background "Oops, did I catch you at a bad time?" You said grinning "Nah, I was just scrolling on the internet" He responds and you hum "So what did your mom say?" He asks and you groan "I have to go to the camping trip with the Jeon family" You grumbled as Jimin chuckled "C'mon I'm sure it's not going to be that bad" You laugh dryly "Well obviously you think that because Jungkook is not a complete asshole to you." You say as your mom yells at you at hurry up "Shoot I got to go" You say your goodbyes to Jimin and hang up. Sighing you walk over to your closet and grab a backpack and fill it with necessities. After you finished you walked downstairs to see only Jungkook and your mother. "Um, where is everyone else?" You ask looking at your mother as she smiles "Didn't I tell you, sweetie? It's only going to be you and Jungkook"

Your jaw fell open as you saw Jungkook roll his eyes. Before you could argue with your mother she pushed you out of the house as you stood there completely baffled as Jungkook stood there staring at you. You saw your mother looking out the window so there was no chance of you going back inside to the safety of your home so with your head hanging low you dragged your feet inside Jungkook's black vehicle. Jungkook got inside without a word as he started driving. You were confused as hell, not because of what your mom did, naturally you expected her to pull something like that. What confused you is why Jungkook would agree if it was just going to be you two.

You pulled your phone out and sent a text to Jimin.

Y/N→Jimin you need to come and save me ಠ_ಠ

Jimin→ ????

Y/N→ My mom fucking tricked me!!!!!! She lied, and now I'm going camping with only Jungkook ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ

Jimin→ Lol have fun.

Y/N→ BRUH ur supposed to save me you dick I'm going to die if I spend a weekend with this fuckface next to me ಠ╭╮ಠ

Jimin→ You won't be complaining when you get laid ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Y/N→  WTF does that mean?!?!?!?!??!!?

You shoved your phone into your pocket as Jimin went offline. You glanced over at Jungkook who was focusing on the road. You weren't going to lie he was handsome as fuck if he wasn't such a dick you might have actually fallen for him. Luckily for you, that didn't happen.

You stared outside the window wondering why Lady luck just seemed to hate your guts, After a while, You decided to break the uncomfortable silence, “Why did you agree?” You ask Jungkook as he huffs out a breath in annoyance, "I had no choice," He mutters out as you roll your eyes, "What? Did you think I would want to go camping with a weirdo like you?" Jungkook questions smirking as you whip your head towards him "What the fuck did you just say, Jeon?" You ask hands gripping the black leather seat tightly, "You heard me Y/N, Knowing you, you'll probably just masturbate the whole time" Your eyes went wide, as you remember that dreaded day where your mom decided to just let Jungkook waltz inside your room.

"Oh, You're here for Y/N?" Your Mother asks Jungkook as he nods, "Well, She's in her room," Your Mother responds as Jungkook gives a small thanks before making his way to your room. When Jungkook reached it, he heard some weird noises, Since he clearly has no sense of privacy or manners he swung the door open and caught you red-handed with your fingers knuckle deep inside your wet core, "Holy shit!" Jungkook shouted not able to tear his eyes away from the sight as your eyes snapped open, "What the fuck!???! Get out!" You yelled, attempting to cover yourself with your blanket but to no avail, Jungkook ran out of your room slamming the door shut leaving you sitting there with a beet-red face.

You blush a crimson color, "Shut up," You state as Jungkook scoffed, "Why did you even masturbate in the first place, You knew I was coming over for the project," Jungkook said as you averted your gaze from him, "W-Well maybe that wouldn't have happened if you just knocked," You respond slightly gnawing at your bottom lip, "Well if you weren't so eager for a date with your fingers, maybe I wouldn't have caught you," Your blood started to boil once you heard the words fall from Jungkook's mouth, "Excuse me?" You ask as you turn your head to see the smug look painted on Jungkook's face, "C'mon Y/N, We both know that the only thing that has touched you in the last three months was your right hand,"

You were about two seconds away from actually murdering Jungkook, but you decided that jail wasn't worth it so you just grumbled and turned away, ignoring Jungkook as you heard him laugh, deciding to distract yourself from him, you grabbed your phone and started to mindlessly scroll through social media, you stopped on a particular post that had your ex's face, you were certain that you had blocked him so you were surprised to see his face, you cringed at the horrible caption "What I do When I see someone pretty, I stare, I smile, Then I get tired and put the mirror down" You sighed as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, deciding to just take a small nap as your eyes fluttered shut,

You were awoken by the sound of Jungkook, "Y/N, Wake up, We're here" Jungkook spoke lightly pushing your shoulder, deciding to be stubborn you just let out a "hmph" before turning away, Jungkook rolled his eyes at your actions before grabbing both of your shoulders and start to viciously shake you, your eyes snapped open as you yelled, "Geez, What the fuck Jeon?!" You shoved his hands off of you as he scoffed, "I just wanted to warn you that your loud snoring might attract bears," Your eyes widen as you blushed, embarrassed, you stepped outside of the car murmuring "I don't fucking snore," You heard Jungkook snort at that "Yeah, right," He said chuckling, you cursed him under your breath before you took in the beautiful view of nature, the smell of grass and bark calmed you as you took a deep breath in, sadly you were broken from your trance as you heard Jungkook speak yet again "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me set up the tent," You could hear the annoyance in his voice, turning your head you saw Jungkook standing there with his hands on his hips looking like an angry child who didn't get their way, you bit your bottom lip holding back your laughter, "I don't know, I think I'll just stand here" You responded copying your posture to look like Jungkook's, "I don't have time for this Y/N" Jungkook spoke as you rolled your eyes, after a minute of watching Jungkook struggle to set up the tent alone you decided to cave in, making your way to Jungkook you helped him set it up, after another couple minutes of confusion Jungkook finally managed to set it up,

By that time the sun was already setting, you were surprised to see that there was only one tent, "Where's the other tent?" You ask as Jungkook turns his head towards you "What other tent?" He responds as you shake your head "There's no way in hell I'm sharing a tent with you," You say as you point your finger at Jungkook as he rolls his eyes, "Then why don't you just sleep in the car, you seemed to be comfortable sleeping there," He responds unfolding a chair for himself before sitting down, You let out a sarcastic laugh before walking over to him,

"No way!" You state stopping right in front of him, "Why don't you sleep in the car?" You ask doing a bad impression of him, Jungkook chuckled lowly before bringing his gaze up to you, you started to blush and fidget slightly under his gaze, You heard Jungkook murmur something under his breath, "What?" You ask, suddenly Jungkook grasped your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap, shocked, you let out a little squeak before Jungkook leans his head towards yours, his lips ghosting above yours before whispering in your ear "I said, you're such a fucking tease," You gasp as you feel him lightly nibble on your ear,

You felt as if you were hypnotized by him, you suddenly yearned for his touch,  more than you would like to admit, suddenly you seemed to have snapped out of your trance as you jumped off of his lap as if he had burned you, your breathing labored as you spoke, "I-I guess we could share," You spoke meekly before Jungkook smiled and said "Great,"

After eating some instant noodles, since both you and Jungkook can't cook worth of shit, You ran off into the forest using the excuse "I have to go the bathroom," After you were a reasonable distance away, you grabbed your phone and texted Jimin,

Y/N→ Jimin I need to speak to u ASAP

You waited a couple of minutes before Jimin replied,

Jimin→ What is it?

Y/N→Okay I know this is going to sound crazy but I think I like Jungkook

Jimin→ (·̿Ĺ̯·̿ ̿) you woke me up for this bullshit,

Y/N→DUDE I'm serious, so basically, I was arguing with Jungkook because there was only one tent and there was no way I was going to share with him, and the SUDDENLY he pulls me onto his lap and calls me a FUCKIN TEASE LIKE WTFFFFF,

Jimin→So now u want the jungcock?

Your eyes went wide as you read the text Jimin sent,

Y/N→ tbh...kinda

Jimin→HA I KNEW IT,

Y/N→WHAT SHOULD I DO?!

Jimin→ How am I supposed to know? ur the one trying to get into Jungkook's pants, not me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Y/N→ Geez Jimin, you're a big fucking help

Jimin→ Thank you, I try （。ˇ ⊖ˇ）

You ran your hands through your hair as Jimin goes offline, "I'm screwed" You mutter before making your way back to the tent, Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as you saw Jungkook changing right out in the open, You couldn't help but shamefully gawk at his incredibly hot back, how is somebody this good looking? You felt your blood run cold as Jungkook turned around, his eyes meeting yours. Luckily, it seemed like he didn't notice you, he slipped his shirt on before going inside the tent,

You let out a breath of relief, heading over to the car to grab your bag and quickly change into your sleepwear, you started to feel anxious as you realized that you and Jungkook would be sleeping next to each other, You pulled your phone out to check the time 10:48 PM it read, You started to consider just sleeping in the car but you wouldn't allow Jungkook that satisfaction, taking your shoes off you slowly unzipped the tent open, poking your head inside, you saw Jungkook laying on his side you assumed that he was already asleep, cautiously stepping inside you zipped the tent back up before laying down far away from Jungkook.

Not wanting to take your phone out in case it might wake Jungkook up you laid on your back staring at the top of the tent, slowly but surely you ended up falling into a deep sleep,

Jungkook roughly tugged on your hair forcing you to look at him while he mounted you, filthy sounds were falling out of your mouth as you felt tears whelming up from the mixed pleasure and pain you were experiencing, Jungkook leaned down and whispered into your ear "Who knew you were such a slut for my cock Y/N" You felt your high nearing you as you felt even more turned on by the wet slaps of skin that echoed throughout, "J-Jungkook I-I'm go-gonna-" Jungkook cut you off "Hm? You gonna cum all over my cock like the dirty little slut you are?" You nodded multiple times, as you shut your eyes feeling your high approaching quickly,

You woke up in a sweat, you were breathing heavily as you felt your panties stick uncomfortably to your folds that were slick with your juices, "Jungkook," You breathed out unintentionally, "Yes Y/N?" Your head snapped over to the voice as you saw Jungkook laying there, brown eyes filled with lust focused on yours, Jungkook pulled you close to him, you could feel his breath on yours as he stared deeply into your eyes before speaking, "You were thinking about me weren't you?"

You knew that you weren't going to get away with lying to him so you just nodded, focusing your gaze anywhere but Jungkook, You can sense him smirking as he grabbed your wrist and placed it on his very prominent bulge, Your eyes grew wide as Jungkook spoke lowly, "Look at what you did to me Y/N, You're going to fix it," Jungkook growled as he smashed his  soft buttery lips onto yours, your hands found their way to Jungkook's hair as you lightly tugged at it making him let groan, You felt Jungkook snake his hands towards your shorts before hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down, You let out a whimper as you felt Jungkook rub his clothed cock onto your damp panties, Jungkook took the chance to shove his wet tongue inside your mouth, your warm tongues danced together as you let out little moans from the friction Jungkook was creating from rocking his hips back and forth, Jungkook moved his hands towards your ass and gave it a light smack making you yelp, you could feel him smirk before he broke the kiss, you whined slightly making him slap your ass again this time more rough making you moan out, "You're so fucking hot Y/N" Jungkook whispered in your ear before biting lightly making you mewl in want, You felt Jungkook lightly tug on your panties before looking up at you "Can I?" Jungkook asked face completely flushed, He had a little drool on his pink lips but you didn't mind, "Y-Yes," you responded before pulling him in for another wet kiss,

Jungkook tugged you panties off making you shiver as the cold air hit your dripping core, you felt Jungkook run a finger along your folds making you cry out in pleasure, Jungkook pulled away as he looked at you, his dark brown orbs seemed to hold the entire universe, "God, Y/N you don't know how long I wanted you," He spoke before gently pushing a finger into your core, you let out a choked moan as he started to pump fast adding another finger inside you, you felt complete and utter euphoria as his long digits pumped into dripping your core, the wet squelches were loud as you   clenched around his fingers tightly, "You don't know how much I wanted to fuck your drenched pussy the day I saw you touching yourself," You felt yourself growing closer and closer with each word that came from his mouth, "You're mine Y/N" Jungkook snarled as he put his head in the crook of your sensitive neck and started to suck love bites onto your skin making you moaned loudly as your release hit you hard, you started to get extremely sensitive as Jungkook pulled his finger's out of your core as you breathed heavy,

After coming down from your high you grabbed Jungkook's wrist, "I want you," You whispered as he smirked, "You want me?" You blushed hard as you nodded making Jungkook let out a small laugh, "You're so fucking cute," He says blushing "C-Can I take off your shirt?" He asks making you blush also, unable to form any words you nod meekly, Jungkook starts by taking off his own making you marvel at his toned body, running your fingers down his abs he shivers a little bit before pulling his gray sweatpants down, your eyes went wide as you saw his thick member that was confined in his briefs, Jungkook started to gently pull off your t-shirt before unclipping your bra and tugging it off, "God, You're so beautiful," Jungkook breathed out as he pulled you in for a soft kiss, you felt Jungkook lightly nibble on your bottom lip making you whine into his mouth, After pulling away Jungkook started to take off his briefs, His member was beautiful, his tip a light pink, veins that were adorned from the base to the tip, it looked as if it was sculptured by the heavens, Jungkook started to rub the tip along your core gathering your sweet juices, You grabbed his wrist halting his movements, "I-It's been a while since.." You spoke as Jungkook had a warm smile on his face before gently kissing you "I'll take care of you," He responded his gentle voice calming you down,

You felt tears well up in your eyes as he started to push inside your core, you could feel everything, every crevice, every vein, everything, and you loved it, despite the light pain you loved the feeling of Jungkook, Jungkook let out a strangled groan as he bottomed out stopping a moment to let you adjust, "Please move," You begged, that was all he needed before starting a fast pace, his hips snapping as you cried out in pleasure, filthy sounds falling from both of your mouths, the skin slapping filled the entire forest as you felt your high approaching quickly, you were on cloud nine, you started to scream out in pleasure when Jungkook's fingers found their way to your overly sensitive clit rubbing small circles, "J-Jungkook I'm going to c-cum!" You moaned out as Jungkook's thrusts started to get fast and sloppy, the wet smacks from his cock entering and exiting your wet core made you whine loudly, You felt your orgasm come when Jungkook lifted one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, the new position hitting your sweet spot, you moaned loudly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you swore that it was the hardest you ever came in your entire life you started to see stars, "Holy shit! You just squirted Y/N!" But you could barely hear Jungkook as you started to get overstimulated, you adored the feeling of Jungkook roughly pumping his member inside your sensitive core, "A-Ah Y/N I-I'm gonna cum" Jungkook groaned out before pulling himself out and spilling white ribbons of his seed onto your stomach,

Jungkook collapsed next to you breathing heavy a light sheet of sweat covering both of you, "C-Can I cuddle you?" Jungkook asks as you turn your head towards him, you smile gently as you see the deep blush that painted his face, Who knew Jeon Jungkook was soft, "Sure," You murmured as Jungkook wrapping his arms around your body the skin on skin contact making you blush,

Maybe this little camping trip won't be a complete drag after all

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 3

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it’s own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You’re Peter’s classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you’re lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Peter always unapologetically stealing all the uwus. It’s the MCU law, sorry, didn’t make it. Tony Stark can ✨rail me✨. Enjoy, deviants.

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Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! She deserves THE WORLD! I’m not kidding. Please visit her and show her some love, my homegirl is stressed 💖✨

I didn’t see Bruce nor Tony for a week. The doctor was away on some science conference (he sent me one dorky selfie next to a whiteboard full of barely intelligible equations as proof), Tony was in California, having some sort of a board meeting. How do I know? Peter, out of lack of better things to do, constantly texted me updates on his science patron’s whereabouts and what-abouts.

In times like these, it took me for a loop - I was on a first name basis with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. In the beginning, I was intimidated - I avoided them both like the plague and tinkered in the lab with headphones on whenever I could, until Tony made a comment so snarky I couldn’t resist joking back. That’s not to say Bruce was a social butterfly, but even he gave into my tomfoolery after seeing me stand calmly throughout several of Tony’s hissy fits.

What amazed me even more so was that despite Tony being literally an insufferable little brat, I still longed after him. Sure, the man was hot as hell - but his physical traits were much less significant when it came to my feelings towards him than the amount of sheer drive and willpower he possessed. He was stubborn - that’s another trait we shared - and unapologetically himself in every damn situation.

I could write poetry about the million expressions in his face, about the shine in his eyes.

But I won’t. He’s a technical guru. Ever since I started hanging around the tower, I became much more conscious about what I posted online. Not to say I had a Stark fan blog or anything, but I’d stopped scrolling through the tag, even if I didn’t actually click on any articles. I dutifully reblogged pictures of Tom Ellis instead - while he was a very fine, distinguished man, he wasn’t Tony Stark. I enjoyed looking at the first and enjoyed being around the other. And even though my feed still had the occasional “I love arm” shitpost, I focused on aesthetic pictures and quotes instead - things I had an active internet presence for.

My personal life wasn’t very interesting. I didn’t have any close friends and any and all sex I’ve had was just a bunch of one night stands, fueled by alcohol, selfish lust and the occasional joint. Despite having a fair share of kind, generous lovers, the morning after left me feeling a little bit emptier every time. I thought about getting a boyfriend or something… But quickly became totally clueless as to where I could find one. Men under twenty-five could barely hold my interest long enough to have a casual chat and I wasn’t naive enough to think there were a lot of honest, well-intentioned thirty-somethings that wanted to date my high school ass.

Peter had a crush on me, I knew that. The boy developed one or another kind of feelings for anybody who showed him the tiniest bit of kindness and it alarmed me. In any other case I would have bailed on him, gently, of course, to spare him the disappointment but my selfishness got in the way. I regretted it every day. A wave of desperation rose in me every time I thought about moving on without seeing Tony or Bruce, without Peter shyly smiling at me as he explained how the things he created worked. A faint hope that one day, his schoolboy puppy love will grow into a brotherly kind of regard was the only thing that kept me afloat in my sea of guilt.

As the Fall rolled around, so did my gloomy mood. It was hard to be sad when the sun was shining and the birds were chirping outside, but with clouds hanging over the city like a lead curtain, the bottled up negativity rose to the surface uninvited. Mother had returned from her business trip, adding an uncomfortable, hollow sort of chill to the house wherever she stood. I don’t know what was worse - the hours we spent in one room ignoring each other or the immaculately structured questions she asked me about my studies and extra-curriculars. Mother didn’t ask me about my friends, or my feelings or any of the other things a mother was supposed to give a damn about.

I was an asset to her company and that was that. If you would have asked her, she would tell you I’m old enough for her to mind her own business - which was technically true. Yet according to her, I’ve been old enough since seventh grade. My dad answered his messages sporadically, sometimes with a two-word answer and sometimes with a cocaine and booze fueled rant eleven texts long. I felt sorry for him. I really did.

My phone was blowing up. Party invitations, likes from people I saw once or twice (“oh my god, you’re, like, so hot, what’s your Insta”), DMs from guys looking to score an easy piece of ass. I never answered. If I wanted to party, I just sort of showed up and everybody went along with it. I took care of my appearance and it showed - never once was I turned away from a party. Everyone wanted to dance, to share their drinks, to light up and get faded together and fade into the city, into the cold air and grey sky.

Skirt swaying and top clinging to my chest, I danced. The sweaty, heated bodies around me did the same. Not one of us cared, it was a Tuesday night and the place packed way too many people. An arm snaked around my waist, startling me. I had to begrudgingly crack open an eye to see the bastard in the dimly lit room.

“I saw you at the bar, you looked bored. Maybe you need something to cheer you up?”

So not a creepy rapist. Just your friendly neighborhood drug dealer. At house parties like these, there was always The Guy. He never danced, he sipped on the same drink all night yet always looked like he was having the time of his life. I was no stranger to the occasional joint, or even something more stimulating…

“I got the good stuff, sweetums, you’ll be fine and dandy in no time.”

Eh, what the hell. I inconspicuously danced with the guy to the middle of the crowd, exchanging a few crumpled dollar notes for a baggie of two pills. In no time, I chased one down with a hastily poured Jack.

The world did become better, as the drug dealer promised. People were nicer, friendlier and I almost didn’t believe mother was a useless, stone cold bitch. I almost didn’t care that I was deeply, madly in love with a man as unreachable as Olympus. If I squinted, the guy sitting at the bar looked kind of like Tony, tan, dark hair, worn jeans and a band tee.

So I danced. I danced and I stared right at him and then we danced some more. I closed my eyes, letting his arms grab me and pull me, I let his beard scratch my neck where he sucked a mark on me, I let his rough palms choke me against a wall in one of the bedrooms on the second floor of the house. It felt good to be wanted. It felt great to be needed as he rutted inside of me, hitting that sweet spot with every twitch of his hips.

It felt lonely when he left, pressing a kiss to my forehead and saying something dumb like “Be good, kid.”. I don’t remember what exactly it was, only that I had to turn my face away from his breath that reeked like weed and vodka.

To shake off the void that made home inside of my chest, I went to the roof to get some fresh air. The house had a nice patio on it - I actually knew the owner - that hosted more plants than I’d care to count. There was an ashtray and an abandoned pack of cigarettes. I greeted the faintly blooming sunrise surrounded by a cloud of smoke, shivering in the autumn mist.

Sounds of the party became less prominent with every passing minute as people geared up to go home and get a few winks of sleep before going to work. New Yorkers weren’t really thoughtful partying on a Tuesday, but then again, neither was I. The city always was busy - even then, at the crack of dawn, the dull throb of a bassline was rudely interrupted by a blaring car alarm followed by dogs barking in aggravation.

The more I sat there, the bleaker everything became. I had enough common sense to know I was just coming off the drug but for once, I had been happy and content for several hours without a care in the world. It had been too long since I felt that way and what’s a little low after a good high?

Mother left for her early conference at five AM sharp, I entered my house at five-thirty, making a beeline in the shower and immediately dumping my alcohol and cigarette soaked clothes into the wash with the smelliest detergent I could find. I gave similar treatment to my body and my hair, using the chemically-smelling products on my body and on my hair, brushing my teeth multiple times.

By the time I was leaving for school, only a faint smell lingered in the air where I’d previously entered, so I set the air freshener to automatically spray the obnoxious mist every ten minutes. Mother gets home at twelve for lunch, that should be more than enough time for any remnants of my partying to disappear into the lilac and lavender fumes.

The Valium I’d popped to deal with the aftermath of Molly made my brain sluggish. One look in the mirror and I hastily put my sunglasses on - the ashen colour of my face and the slightly crazed look wasn’t very complimentary to my complexion. The teacher didn’t give a damn. I stared blankly ahead of me for most part of first period.

“What happened to you? You look like hell!” Peter’s exclamation, while usually would’ve alarmed me, barely made a dent in my stupor.

“I feel like shit, too,” Admit what you can’t deny. Deny what you can’t admit. “I didn’t get any sleep. Like, at all.”

Peter frowned, the crease between his eyebrows growing deeper with every passing second. I flinched when his hand tentatively touched my forehead - the pounding in my temples slowed to a dull throbbing but it was still unpleasant when someone was all up in my space.

“Jesus, you’re as cold as a corpse. Maybe you should go see the nurse,” His worry bled into me too. Like hell I was going to the school nurse! They were specifically trained to recognize the signs of substance abuse.

“I’ll head home straight after school, I think we’ll have to skip our sciencing,” No way also I’d be letting Tony and Bruce see me like this. Oh my God, I was a mess. “Mother’s home.” I added. Even the emotional frostbite I’d get from being around her was more tolerable than being a downer for Peter and Tony.

Peter’s face immediately softened in sympathy. He knew almost everything about my relationship with my family, including him actually seeing my mother that one time. He told me she gave him the creeps and I don’t blame him at all. The stoicism that was required for her work made my mother an unbearable person to exist around outside of her fancy office on the top floor of a glass high-rise building.

“Okay, but promise to text me if it gets worse. You might have caught the autumn bug that’s been going around,” He obviously said the last part to calm himself down. Sweet little Peter, naïve child. I solemnly nodded nonetheless.

When I got home, I went straight to bed. Tony was being Tony, as usual, but in a strangely kind way. I suppose it should’ve made me feel better and it kind of did, but then it went downhill from there. I couldn’t explain why I started crying. I bawled my eyes out at how unfair this god-damned world was and when the doorbell rang… Let’s say, the delivery boy hightailed it out of there once the bag of takeout was deposited into my arms. I looked and felt ghastly.

I ate as much as I could and dropped into a restless nap, drifting in and out of sleep with exhausted exasperation. There had not been a time where I felt so low after popping a pill and I was equal parts alarmed and satisfied. For one, the drug dealer didn’t lie like they usually do - the stuff was good and I still had the other pill hidden away in a bottle of painkillers, inconspicuously mixed with other white pills but shape distinctive enough for me to recognize should I have need in taking it again.

The thought of well, taking it again, was fleeting. I had school tomorrow and a missed science bender to make up for. A few buzzes of my phone later, I felt happier. Better. Not so down anymore. I meant every word that I said - Bruce was very precious, kind and gentle. And so, warm and soft. And totally kissable.

Well, fuck. What do I do now?

[pearl-blue-musings]

Perchance to Meet pt. 4

Hi again! 

Back at it again with anotha one. I didn’t put it on the other ones, my bad, but it is a fem reader. I apologize if that makes anyone uncomfortable!

Warnings: language, suggestive language, angst, you’ll probably hate me at the end but oh well 

  Part 5 

Masterlist

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After that night, Aizawa tried his best to do what was best for him and his girlfriend. Regardless of what that enailed, he would do it. By no means did that mean he worked any less, he did what any over zealous workaholic does.

He began to stretch himself too thin.

On top of his teaching, patrolling, and keeping (Y/n) safe, the pro-hero barely had time for himself. He felt it was worth it, so long as work and personal life never interfered with each other or her work life for that matter, things were fine.

He did his best to believe his own façade until an early on staff meeting. He sent his love a quick text letting her know that he’d be late to her store because of a staff meeting. That’s alright, she responded, I’ve had some extra stuff come up at the shop with the café portion. Be safe baby uwu

Aizawa rolled his eyes, if you ever say that again I’m not picking up sweets on the way home.

Uwu uwu??

You’re lucky I love you

Uwu! 

The man chuckled and put his phone down, preparing himself for the meeting. So far the school year had gone pretty smoothly regardless of his attempts to expel students from the first week. The meeting at hand was just a normal staff meeting, going over the upcoming calendar for the whole school and going into smaller details like who would be at the USJ in the upcoming two weeks. He doesn’t show it, but he’s very excited for his kids to begin training at the USJ and with All Might and Thirteen there they are sure going to learn and grow in the right way.

After the meeting ended, everyone was rounding up their belongings and having idle chit chat. Aizawa is so close to tasting the sweet relief of the end of the day when he’s stopped by a couple teachers.

He’s met with whimsical sapphire eyes that match a grin on the ravenette’s face. “So, when am I going to meet the mystery woman that’s clearly stolen your heart.”

“Nemuri,” Aizawa sighs, “it’s not appropriate to talk about personal relationships during school hours.”

Ruby lips frown and pout, “Aw come on Aizawa! You’ve been together for almost a year now! Why haven’t you brought her to any of the staff outings?”

“Maybe because she’s busy too? I don’t wanna get into it.”

“It’s true!” The loud voice interrupting can only belong to one obnoxious blond. “She runs her own bookstore and bartends to make money for said bookstore! She’s a workaholic just like him. A match made in heaven!”

Upon his arrival, Present Mic had wrapped his arm around his friends shoulders to bring the three of them closer as they walk out of the room. As much as he wants to shove the arm off of his body he doesn’t feel the need to.

“Oh,” Midnight surmises, “so that’s why I haven’t met her! Stop hiding her from us Eraser we want to meet her.”

“You will, eventually.”

Nemuri scoffs, “Eventually?! You’ve been saying that for months.”

“Ah but what if he’s keeping her a secret on purpose?”

A new voice shocks the trio as they turn around to see Principal Nezu walking with a frailer looking All Might. All Might shakes his head and points to Nezu. “I mean, Eraserhead is a very busy man who puts his life on the line for his students and community. Who’s to say he’s not doing it for her safety?”

That makes the three teachers stop and think, but Aizawa’s train of thought isn’t exactly the same as his peers. The principal has a point. Up to this point, he hadn’t been able to bring her because of their crazy schedule and diligence to their respective jobs; granted they always made time for each other. But what if that’s a big part of it? Now that the number one hero is at the school he teaches, having a close connection to his class he might add, doesn’t that put a bigger target on his back for villains?

He’s tried not to think too much about the increase in villain activity since All Might’s presence, however it is now unavoidable. There’s always the possibility of an attack, the press made that pretty obvious, but Aizawa wouldn’t put it past any villain to do their research. Has he been safe enough when he’s been out with (Y/n)? Were they being tailed or followed by anyone on their many dates? Shit, has she gotten any new customers that might be a problem?

How could he have been so stupid and blind to not see the potential danger she’s in just by being with him? He had never felt like this before; never been so pulled into one person. He had avoided dating for this reason but how could she make him forget all of those reasons?

“It’s clear to me you love her and that you have a lot to think about Aizawa,” Nezu finishes, “but you always know what to do! I may not know her but I wish the two of you happiness!”

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(Y/n) tried her best to hold back her anger and frustration, but it was inevitable. Even with the addition of the café and a couple extra workers, she still needed to pull hours at the club. The struggle was indeed real. She desperately wants to slam her head on her desk but she knows that it’ll only upset Aizawa to see her physically hurt. So she keeps her head up with her arm and continues to look through the books for the last month.

No one had been stealing, everyone was working hard, hell even Kona had taken extra hours to help ease her stress over keeping the business running. But it wasn’t enough. No matter what she did, it wasn’t enough to keep working like this. Her tired eyes bore into the calendar knowing she can’t take much time off soon regardless of how much she wants to. Her time off will come in the form of a conference she’s been invited to attend and hold a small lecture. It’ll talk about how running a business you love while using your quirk for good is still considered heroic in its own right. I mean, she and all her friends knew that but there are still so many people in this society who feel less than because their quirks aren’t heroic…

Her mind begins to wander to her friends, Aizawa, one of her older favorite customers…

Ah yes, she hadn’t seen them in the last couple of years. She couldn’t remember the moms name, but her child always came in with another daycare every now and then, Eri. She had the prettiest white hair and red eyes, and the cutest little horn that was on her head. (Y/n) really missed her, but she assumed because of something with her quirk she stopped showing up, or maybe they moved; they would always come around the same time as if on some schedule.

A deep exhale escapes her mouth as she attempts to focus on the task at hand. She was finally making some headway in organizing the schedule and financial books when she hears an abrupt knock on the window. In a daze, (Y/n) leaves her office to walk toward the front, staring at the turned off ‘Open’ sign in frustration. But who is she to deny someone who might need help?

“Sir,” she yawns, “I’m sorry but we’re closed right now.”

The man in front of her has a menacing look that sends a chill down her spine. The mask covering his face makes it hard to distinguish his figures, and she notices the gloves over his hands. “Are you not (Y/f/n)?”

“Uh, yes? And may I ask who wants to know?”

The man chuckles, “I have a request from someone you may know.” He hands her a piece of paper and she hesitantly takes it. All that is on it are a few words that she is able to identify as a particular book in a children’s fantasy, her quirk coming to her aide. “I have the money already if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

Unsteadiness rises in the young woman. She searches his eyes for any kind of familiarity but fails to find any. “Ah, well sir I have the right book in mind. Could you wait right here?”

The man waits for her as he watches her go inside the store. So this is the place that good for nothing woman would go to? Hmm, it has appeal and he can see why his subject enjoyed it. Anything to put his plan into motion and keep it within his reach.

“Here you are, and may I get your name?”

Upon receiving the book, he exchanges the money and politely bows. “Chisaki Kai.

“And Eri says hello.”

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The drive to the airport was filled with content silence, as (Y/n) leans her head onto Aizawa’s in the car they shared. It was early in the morning so the pro-hero was already adjusted to being up at this hour, however his girlfriend wasn’t. He had debated about escorting her to the airport, Nezu’s words still in his head two weeks later, but figured she’d be happier and more at ease having him see her off. It’s not everyday someone he knows and loves gets invited to talk about something they’re very passionate about.

He’s overly ecstatic about it and is upset he can’t be there for her. But he knows that he’ll do his best to stream her talk when it’s available.

This is what he loves, this equal give and take they have for their relationship. He’s met some of her friends and family, albeit on a tight schedule, and vice versa; minus the pro-heroes. They both have a strong respect for what they do and when they do it. Even though this will be the most time they’ll have together, he’s glad he can see her sleep so peacefully on his shoulder. A content grin adorns his face as he does another thing out of character and snaps a picture of her.

Damn, he really is in love with her. Once he sees the airport in sight, he softly nudges her, “Hey, princess. We’re almost there.”

“Unngg, no…”

Aizawa chuckles at her whining and lightly kisses her forehead. “I wanted a couple extra minutes of you awake before you get out and-“

“Sh, sh,” she interrupts. “You act like I don’t get it,” her words are slurred from being too tired. “You do a lot for me, love. We gotta be safe I understand; gossip is so bad.”

He loves how extra snuggly she is when she’s too tired to function. “You know I’d walk you to the gate if I could,” his voice rumbles huskily that ends up making her mewl.

“I hate when you talk like that.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be sure to call you tonight and talk just like this.”

“Oh sure! Just forget that I’m in the car! Now hurry up your students have a big day coming up!”

The couple giggles at Hizashi’s words, despite their truth. His friend rolls his eyes as he sees where they parked. It’s a bit of a walk to the airport but this gives them privacy from any prying eyes, especially of the villain nature. The two of them step out of the car and gather her overnight luggage from the trunk.

“I’ll only be gone for the night, I’ll be back tomorrow evening.” She leans up to kiss him.

“I know,” he kisses her back, “I just wanted you to finally meet my students and see them in action.”

Her eyes widen at his words, and so did some golden ones at that. “You..? What?”

“Heh, I figured it was way past time I let you into more of my world. I know I’m not the most open person, but I want to keep you safe and where else to do that than at U.A. with other heroes? They’re going to be working on rescues, and since you’ve shared so much of yourself with me, well it’s about time.”

Tears threatened to spill in his girlfriend’s eyes at his words. “Are you sure? I understand we kept our relationship a secret for our safety but, are you sure? I’m content knowing only your family and Yamada and- mmph!”

He silences her with a kiss and chuckles into it. “It’s dangerous yes, but you’re worth it.”

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The flight back wasn’t as enjoyable as the tired woman had predicted. Since her presentation went well, she was on a high until midway through her flight. Poor (Y/n) got stuck in the middle seat surrounded by the most unbearable people on the planet. She couldn’t wait to get back to Aizawa and just let him ravish her.

Once she had collected her luggage and turned on her phone, she tried to find the raven haired man and his loud blond friend. But after ten minutes of waiting and searching she came up empty handed. “What the hell,” she muttered to herself. She had no missed calls or texts from Shouta so what was up? He promised he’d pick her up but she’s been in the airport for almost an hour now and no such luck.

Getting frustrated she ended up hailing a random taxi and input her address. No matter, he could have had something come up at school which is entirely possible. She wasn’t going to let that get in her way of returning to the man she’s absolutely head over heels for. It might have been just one night away, but it felt like an eternity. Despite all her work, all his work, the world pretty much telling them no they found a way. Sure they had their fair sure of arguments but what couple didn’t? At the end of the day, they loved each other and that’s what was important.

She suddenly began to feel her phone buzz and pouts at the caller I.D. “Yamada, I have half a mind to come to your place and demand you drive me around for the hell of it! I thought you were supposed to pick me up!”

“(Y/n).”

The laugh that was in her throat retreated when she noticed his serious tone. This wasn’t like him. Damn, what happened?

“Hizashi, you’re scaring me,” her voice trembles, “where’s Shouta?”

She can hear him take a deep breath and his voice is not as boisterous as it typically is. “Answer me!” She’s clutching her phone as tears threaten to fall, “where is he?!”

“(Y/n), dear, I’m so sorry. There was an attack yesterday during the training, and he’s injured. Really badly.”

He’s met with silence on the other end and slowly continues. “He’s at the hospital. I’ll send you the address.”

With that he hung up. (Y/n) felt her jaw go slack. Her heart begins to pound faster than before as her breathing increases. The urge to vomit overwhelms her senses as the feeling in her stomach is one she’s never felt. Nothing makes sense. Why? Why didn’t he tell you immediately? Or why didn’t Present Mic tell you earlier? It’s almost 5 pm school ended hours ago, this makes no sense he would’ve told her, he would have he would have-

Her phone lights up with a text from the blond man Here’s the address. I did this for him. Please go to him.

The rest of the ride is a blur after she tells the driver to switch addresses. Her conference didn’t matter, her shitty flight didn’t matter, her new found knowledge didn’t matter… Shouta needed her and fuck why can’t this person drive faster!

She barely recollects paying her driver as she pulls up to the hospital. She runs in with her bags up to the front desk and politely yet frantically asks for her boyfriend. The nurse up front is apprehensive but relaxes upon seeing her stressed out face and Hizashi coming up to vouch for her. He glances into her eyes and gives her a hug in solidarity and apology. The pair of them pass by rooms, quickly going to the elevator to find Aizawa’a room. Along the way, she assumes she passes some of his students as the blond man pushes them out of the way.

Hizashi holds her luggage as she makes her way inside. In the room, she finally sees him and falls to her knees. Her presence is finally announced as an older nurse and a frail looking man turn to her. His face is completely covered in bandages and his arm is clearly broken. It takes everything in her to not wail at the sight.

“Who is it?”

The voice is soft and muffled but she’s able to make out who said it. The elderly looking nurse comes to his side and removes some of the bandages on his face in order for his eyes to be revealed.

It had been a few hours since he had been able to see, but what he was greeted with confirmed his newfound resolve. The sight of his girlfriend’s face covered in tears for him was almost too much.

“Sh-Shouta, why? What happened?”

“Why are you here?”

That sentence alone stunned everyone in the room, including Hizashi who had just walked in.

“What are you talking about? You got attacked! Why else would I be here?”

“You shouldn’t be here,” he coughs out. “This isn’t a place for you.”

Confusion crosses her features at his words. “I don’t? I don’t understand, I thought you wanted me to be part of your life.”

“Present Mic told you I was here didn’t he? I told him not to.” He sighs and tries to lay back down. “Recovery Girl, could you cover me back up?”

“Whoa, whoa wait! I come back from a conference and I find out that you are severely injured and you don’t want me here?! What the hell happened to everything we spoke about literally yesterday? Why didn’t you tell me, or at least have him tell me you were okay or something!

“You’ve been like this for a whole fucking day and if I’m correct, you weren’t planning on telling me?”

He lowers his voice from the yelling and mutters loud enough for her to hear, “this is why pro-heroes don’t date.”

Gasps were heard around the room and Present Mic is most surprised, “Eraserhead come on,” he breathes. “Don’t do this, man. And you need to take a break! You can’t just go back to work like everything is fine!”

“He’s what!?”

Aizawa puts up his in broken hand to silence them, “no she needs to hear this.” He points to the now confused and angry woman in front of him. “You don’t understand that this is my life and I will get hurt.”

(Y/n) shakes her head, “I know that! But you need to rest, I’ve missed you and I’m sure your students would understand. You saved them!”

He interrupts, “I can’t stop being a hero and a teacher because of some injuries. My kids need me.”

“I need you too.”

“But you’re not putting your life on the line every day are you? You just sell books and make drinks, how is that helping people?”

Her heart sank at those words. How could he say something like that? She can slowly but surely feel her heart be torn and repaired by thorny weeds holding it together. She can’t even look at him, knowing that he was aiming to hurt her intentionally with those words. Those words were why she does what she does and he just mocked her. After all this time, it seems his true colors were finally showing. This is why he never let her in, because he’s a coward. A coward too afraid to let anyone come close. It’s a miracle to her now that he has friends.

The silence is deafening after his last questions as all eyes on are on her. (Y/n) straightens her posture and begins to head out of the room. She stops briefly to whip out her keychain. She removes the key to his apartment, struggling to get it off and finally throws it on the ground, the clanking of the metal against the tiles louder than anyone thought. And through her gritted teeth she spat,

“Fuck you Aizawa.”

She grabs her luggage from an unusually quiet Hizashi and storms out, tears cascading down her face.

Once she was out of earshot, Mic turns to his friend and takes a deep breath. “What the hell was that!? That wasn’t what we practiced!”

He’s greeted by silence from his injured and heartbroken friend. Aizawa knew what he was supposed to say, but the attack on his students left him feeling some kind of way. Even though the villains were after All Might, they attacked his students and he couldn’t have that. He told no one of that trip and feared that someone may have overheard him talking to her at the airport. He knew these villains were ruthless and as he said, he would do anything to protect her at all costs.

Aizawa sighs, the weight of his words and actions falling onto him. “It was the right thing. These villains are crazy, attacking students and teachers in broad daylight. Who knows what else they know about us? I can’t get her involved in that.”

The blond shakes his head in disappointment. “No you don’t get it. (Y/n) loves you and would do anything for you. I understand you want to keep her safe but breaking her heart like that…”

Aizawa knows this too well as he speaks to his friend again. “It’s better if she’s not in my life. I don’t want her connected to this and you know she’d throw herself into this to support and be there for me. I can’t have my students and my girlfriend with targets on their backs.

“What kind of hero would I be if I can’t save the ones I care for?”

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[rocketink]

LITTLE WHITE LIES

You don’t need Mingyu as a new roommate. Not when it’s impossible to bite your tongue around him. Not when you are arguing with him and suddenly complimenting him. Or, in a soulmate world, you can’t lie to your soulmate, but you didn’t know that.

pairing: mingyu x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, crack, a dash of angst maybe?? + soulmate! au + roomate! au

wc: 2.8+k

warning: I think that none uwu

notes: find minghao’s soulmate au! here. Also I think this turned out differently than how I wanted but I needed to post it haha.

Living the college life along with your best friend is a teenage dream come true. You've spent half of your life planning on where you would live, how would your apartment be, what would both of you study (and many more things that are actually impossible to plan in advance). Everything was fine at first: living out of town, in a big city where you could find anything you wanted, partying, meeting new people, studying something different and -the most important part- living with your friend. Eventually, it all became too much and you both began to feel the pressure of not living under the same roof with your parents, overall when it came to paying for the apartment.

"We need to do something," Your friend told you one day.

"I know," You sighed "We'll figure something out."

"What about a roommate?"

You thought it through for a second. Your apartment had a spare room you both used as a storage room, it even had a bed on it and it wasn't that small, so there would be no problem with three people living in an apartment that is actually for three people. Still...

"No,"

"What? Y/n, why?" Your friend seemed stressed and you almost felt bad, "it would be much better if somebody lived with us. If we split the rent into three we won't have to be so stressed about the money every month."

"I would rather get a part-time job. Look, I want to live with you and just you. Another person will make things worse and I don't want that."

"Do you realize that we would still be the same, just with another person around, right?"

"As if that was just a little change!"

Your friend groaned and so did you. You knew you were being irrational but living with someone is complicated, and you didn't know if you were willing to live with another stressed-out student. Personalities can clash. The mood could get worse.

"Look, let me find someone nice. I pinky-promise you that if you have a meaningful reason to hate them, we'll kick them out and find each of us part-time jobs and we'll manage. Just let me try," your friend extended her pinky and you entwined it with yours, your thumbs touching.

Find a meaningful reason to hate them? Tsk, that isn't hard at all, you are sure you'll find something in no time. Your friend can't find the perfect roommate because the perfect roommate doesn't exist.

Turns out the best roommate does exist. Kim Mingyu is the name. You accept him because he is friends with Wonwoo and you happen to owe the older boy a favor. Still, Mingyu is just as Wonwoo described him to be: clean, organized, hates disorder, can cook very delicious food and loves to have some company. He forgot to mention how incredibly handsome he is and how you share the same hobbies and preferences. 

You get nervous around him all the time because you hate to admit your new roommate is the closest to your ideal type you’ve ever met, and even if you are in the same room all you answer are monosyllables. One day it all gets even weirder. You wanted to watch something on the television but he already was watching some netflix show.

“Mingyu I really want to see this new series, can I?” You are sure he would gently give you the remote control, but he doesn’t.

“But I’m watching my show.” He looks taken aback at himself and you frown.

“But your show is on Netflix you can watch it anytime. Mine is live, there's no way I can watch it anytime later.”

“This is the first time in the week I’m watching television. I want to have it to myself.” This time he frowns and he checks himself in the mirror beside the sofa. “What am I doing?” You hear him whispering.

“Mingyu you are straight-up being selfish. Can’t you just watch it tomorrow?” You stop thinking for a second, did you just call him selfish? Without you actually wanting to do that?

“Selfish? You talk to me for the first time to call me selfish?”

“Yes, and I’d do it again.” Why can’t you speak nicely?

“Well, you’re so boring. This is the first time we talked, I barely even knew how your face was before today, you don’t want to get to know your new roommate don’t you?” Oh no, he didn’t. He slaps himself and you almost want to laugh. What a stupid, random guy.

“You shouldn’t even be here! Me and my friend were perfectly fine by ourselves, you being here is a mistake. I don’t care how hot you are, I don’t like you.” You seem unable to filter your words around him, so you turn around and leave. You hear him doing the same thing. In the end, nobody watched television that night.

You text your friend and roommate right after throwing yourself to your bed.

To: roommie

I fought with Mingyu

From: roomie

Really? What happened?

To: roomie

He’s just brutally honest.

And just like that began a push-and-pull with Mingyu you are not very proud of. You fight about almost everything: he nags you for not doing the dishes when you don’t have to and you complain that he keeps leaving the television on playing sumb shows. You even got to fight about your hobbies which are the only thing you have in common.

“I’m so done with you two.” Your roommate tells you. “You guys are the softest around me, why can’t you filter your words with each other?” No one ever answers them.

Christmas is coming and for the first time you are not excited. Your friend leaves to see their family and you stay because your parents are spending holidays somewhere else and you’ll celebrate right after. But the reason why it gets so stressing is because Mingyu is not leaving either.

One day, he steps out of his room looking extremely handsome. He wears a black jumper with a white shirt underneath, jeans and a horrible brown hat.

“How do I look? Be honest.”

“You look really fine, but for the love of god change that hat, it looks like my uncle’s” boring was the word you actually wanted to say. Just boring.

“I- I wasn’t expecting you to answer my question.” You try to play it cool, as if it was a joke so you roll your eyes.

“Our dear roommate left an hour ago.”

“Oh, I always ask them for honest advice about my fashion.”

“Mingyu, your fashion sense is amazing. You always look hot” Once again, you surprise yourself being honest rather than teasing him. Fast, make a comment about how ugly his hair is, “you have nice hair, it will look even better if you keep it swept back.”

“Thank you Y/n, this means a lot coming from someone as attractive as you.” You feel yourself blushing and he immediately turns around and slams the door to his room.

Did I just flirt with Kim Mingyu without being conscious of it? Why is my mouth behaving as if it had life on its own.

Mingyu leaves twenty minutes later, still too ashamed to look at you. He just mumbles something that goes like “date” and you get it. When he comes back, he is not wearing his typical smile and you know something is off.

“How did the date go?”

“Awful.” He looks surprised once again at his own words, but he shakes his head. He looks tired. “I don’t think they were the one for me.”

Come on Y/n -you panick- say something, a little white lie ‘that’s probably because you’re boring’ will do.

“That’s probably because they’re boring.” Oh god, you feel like strangling yourself.

“I think I am the boring one.”

“How can Kim Mingyu be boring?” You asks willingly -this time-

“You tell me, you hate me.”

“I may hate you, but I know for sure that you are not boring. We share hobbies you know? Are you calling both of us boring?”

For the first time, he laughs softly at you and you melt.

Oh no. Feelings. No. Protect yourself.

“I like your smile.” Damn it Y/n.

“Really?” His smile widens and you think you’ve never seen a prettier human being. “I like your smile too, even if I barely see it.” And just like all the times he talks to you, he looks honest. You smile too.

“I should go to bed.” You say, breaking the moment. He nods.

“I should, too. Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Mingyu. Oh, and don’t rush yourself to find a partner, your soulmate will come when you least expect it. Just enjoy yourself.” And this is the first time you willingly say something nice to Mingyu, sharing the piece of advice you always tell you yourself when you’re feeling down for not having a soulmate.

“I will, thank you Y/n.”

“So you’re telling me Mingyu is the most similar person to your ideal type, that you can’t filter your words around him and that’s why you bickered so much, that you called him hot twice and ever since he goes to you for advice?” Your roommate feels lost a week after coming back from holidays and watching all the furtive glances you’ve sent to Mingyu. You feel lost, too.

“Yes. We’ve been nice to each other ever since. He keeps on asking me for fashion and date advice and I can’t lie to him, I really can’t. I’ve tried everything. Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to tell him he actually looks like an ugly fish? A lot. Wanna know what I end up telling him? That he looks like an adorable puppy.”

“Well, that’s embarrassing.”

“He calls himself a puppy ever since. I want to cry, that's so adorable I feel my heart melting. I hate feelings.” Your friend looks pretty amused at your antics but you are just distressed. “But the best part is that I have developed feelings in what? Three weeks? Just because I can’t contain my words when I’m around him and because he gives compliments back and flirts back and I’m full-time panicking?”

“Wait. He flirts back?”

“He says I’m a kitten because he is a puppy and we fight all the time. Everytime I call him hot he says it’s a big compliment coming from me. He always tells me I’m the best and that he’s glad we’re friends. One time he asked me to cuddle because he stole my blanket and then he stood up and left and so did I”

“Y/n, are you listening to yourself? He’s as embarrassing as you are, he definitely likes you back. Soulmate culture”

“No, he doesn’t like me back. Quit the soulmate thing, we’re obviously not” You sigh, feeling a little sad, “He just thinks it’s a joke and he jokes back and when it gets out of hand he just behaves like the emotionally constipated person he is and I smash my head against the door because I say embarrassing things for real, god knows why, and he just… Jokes.”

“Oh dear.” Your friend gives you a hug and you hug them back. You needed to vent. “But how do you know he’s not interested? He acts very suspicious around you, he won’t ever call me hot. He even may be having trouble to keep his words to himself, that does sound like a soulmate thing, doesn’t it?”

“He’s been going on little dates. Tonight he has another one, he’s just asked me about his outfit and I’ve just embarrassed myself again, that just leaves it pretty clear. He doesn’t like me back. We’ll never be soulmates.”

“Wait, did you just say tonight?”

“Yes, tonight.” Your friend frowns and they check their phone, “is everything okay?”

“It’s just that Wonwoo told me they were going to watch movies. He’s pissed because Mingyu has been a little sad lately and he cancelled his date to console him.”

“They what?”

“Y/n, I’m going ro be honest with you. Since I came you’ve been looking at each other and looking for excuses to be clingy. It's disgusting. Think about this: if you like him a lot, you behave differently around him, you can’t lie to him and you joke-flirt all the time. Maybe that has a special meaning?”

You look at them scared. Mingyu can’t be your soulmate. If he was something would have happened, something else. As you’ve said before, he should be finding it hard to lie to you too. Maybe you’ll need to ask him about it? Mingyu and you... Soulmates... Would it be such a crazy idea? Just when your friend’s about to leave your room to let you think, they receive a message. 

“Look at this,” It’s a message from Wonwoo, it reads: why is Mingyu coming all dressed up? “talk to him, okay?”

You wait for Mingyu to come. It’s late when he’s back and your roommate has already gone to sleep.

“Hi” he greets.

“Hi,” you greet back

C’mon Y/n, you can do this, just ask a simple question ‘did you have fun on your date?’

“Did you have fun with Wonwoo?” I hate myself.

Mingyu looks surprised but he laughs it off. 

“Did Wonwoo tell you?”

“No, he told our roommate,”

“And why did our roommate tell you about it?”

Okay, you have to lie just one more time. If this one works out, you just forget about Mingyu being your soulmate thing. Just try this: ‘Because they asked me about you”

“Because I asked them about you,” you have no remedy.

Mingyu raises his eyebrows. You are not in the teasing mood.

“Look, I just want to ask you something. If the answer is no you can just forget this has happened and we can move on. Do you find it hard to lie to me? Because I find it hard to lie to you. I just can’t. It was nice when we were fighting over factual things like who left the tv turned on, but it’s not anymore because I keep telling you things I feel deep inside and you just make jokes about it.”

“What type of things, Y/n?” His gaze is intense and you have to look away.

‘That you are the worst person I’ve ever met’ try it, just one more little lie.

“That you are the best person I’ve ever met. That you are incredibly hot and attractive and you can pull any outfit and you are so nice and easy to be with. That I appreciate our friendship because I think it’s sincere and I’m not always that honest with my friends and that makes it special, but sometimes I say things I don’t want to say because you don’t feel the same.”

“That you hate me?”

“That I love you, Mingyu”

Mingyu releases all the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“You know how hard it was for me to figure out why I was being an idiot with you? I love my Netflix shows and I don’t really want to give anyone the remote but I always end up doing it because it’s not that big of a deal, why couldn’t I do it with you? Why was I being so rude and careless?” He looks embarrassed but then he smiles, just the way you want him to smile, “and then everything changed between us and I didn't want to compliment you but it was so easy not lying to you. You looked just fine afterwards so I supposed you took it as a joke and continued. Just to let you know, y/n, I mean them.”

“So they weren’t jokes?”

“I can’t joke about this because with you I always say what’s on my mind. And in my head you’re the most precious person ever.” You feel like crying, finally a mutual feeling. This feeling can only be resumed in one word: soulmate “You weren’t joking either?”

“I wish I was, just how many times have I embarrassed myself in front of you?”

“As many as I did.” Mingyu runs to your side on the sofa and hugs you tightly, “do you know how many times I’ve wanted to do this?”

“As many as I did” you hug him back and rest your head on his chest. His heart is beating as fast as yours. “Does this mean you won’t go on dates anymore?”

“Why would I? I have a soulmate that I love.” You peck his lips and he gives you another kiss right after, “besides, they weren’t dates, they were friendly hangouts with Seungcheol and Joshua, and sometimes Wonwoo.”

“But why did I dress you up then?”

“A little white lie maybe? You just assumed they were dates and I never stopped you, I like going well-dressed everywhere though. Wonwoo still doesn’t get it.” You snort. “I haven’t gone on a date ever since I understood I liked you, at some point in Christmas.”

“We can stop with the little white lies then?”

“They don’t work out,” he smiles and goes for another kiss, “and I can finally tell you I love you anyways.”

[nsheetee]

Broken Hearts Club

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader, ft. Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Genre: Bulleted AU, High School AU, Heartbroken AU || Angst, Fluff

Length: 4.2k

Warnings: Swearing, informally written, slight enemies to lovers au

Summary: When a video of your boyfriend, Donghyuck, making out with Jaemin’s girlfriend, Mina, circles around school, you and Jaemin end your relationships and join the Broken Hearts Club, a place where students go when their hearts are broken and in need of repair.

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the first time you met na jaemin was when you walked up to the doors of the broken hearts club

you didn’t recognize him as your classmate, nor as the really good dancer on your school’s dance team, not even as just some random good looking guy in your class

to you, he was someone who you had a connection with that was unlike the connection shared with anyone else

your ex, donghyuck, left you for jaemin’s girlfriend, mina, and every single person in the school was aware of it

now you were standing in front of the doors of the club that was about to not only heal your broken hearts but also your faith in relationships

(ya’ll didn't know that yet tho)

you and hyuck were the school’s power couple

you’re the class president, treasurer of the national honor society, and vice president of the ecology club

everyone knows you as a successful student who tutors others in your free time, the one who created the recycling program at your school, and was just an overall nice person to everyone

hyuck is the varsity soccer captain and the class clown, people love his enthusiasm and how he lit up any room he walked into

that’s also what you loved about him awwww

when you first got together, people thought you weren’t gonna last because of how different you were from each other

which ultimately was the case (yikes)

but actually, you and hyuck were together for almost all of high school

you went to all the dances together and sat at lunch together, you would be seen in the library studying with him and not so secretly holding hands under the table

you loved dating hyuck, he was fun and carefree and in your stressful life, you needed someone like him

you even told him you loved him during your two year anniversary when you went stargazing on top of his roof together

(he promised he loved you too)

(he lied)

(and he lied every time he said it after that)

the whole student body was  s h o o k  when the video of hyuck playing tonsil hockey with jaemin’s (now ex) girlfriend circled around

“how could hyuck do that to y/n? they’re so nice :(”

everyone felt pity for you, and all you could do was gingerly accept it, your heart being a bit too fragile to care about the embarrassment of the situation

the sad eyes and soft smiles people sent you were the reason you decided to join the broken hearts club

a place where the side eye glances and the soft tones were non-existent and where you hoped to get your heart to stop breaking every time you walked into school to see mina in hyuck’s arms- a place that belonged to you only days ago

jaemin’s situation was a little different  

mina and him were only dating for a few months, but it was enough for jaemin to fall head over heels in love with her

jaemin worshipped her- celebrated every anniversary in their short time together, bought her food and jewelry, he even got into a fight with an upperclassman football player because of a rumor that he hit on mina

mina was the super preppy head cheerleader !!!

but she was genuine about her excitement

that was the only thing genuine about her oops

and that's something jaemin absolutely loved her for- the child-like excitement she holds for everything she does reminded him of himself

jaemin was always trying to see the bright side, his teammates on the dance team knew him for his positivity- he was always trying to be positive for his own sake and for his teammates

but jaemin hates liars and, unfortunately, mina lied to him

a lot

about super little things (at first)

like how she told him she was with her family when she was actually out at the movies with her friends

or when she would say she couldn’t text jaemin back because her phone was dead when it really wasn’t

these things irked jaemin but he got over it

his heart eyes for mina blinded him

when he saw that video, there was a small place in his heart that was not surprised

his attempts at being a positive and happy person vanished and he became angry at mina, for lying to him and for cheating on him

he blamed her for his broken heart and for ruining the relationship

he joined the broken hearts club to get rid of the pure anger he felt towards his ex

but enough back story, lets get to the good stuff >>

 so neither you or jaemin really knew what happened in the bh club

you just assumed everyone gathered once a week, talked about their feelings, and then left after an hour

but you were so wrong

during the first meeting, you learned that the bh club sponsors activities to get people to create new memories with others so their hearts can heal

(awwWWW)

so you and jaemin found yourselves at the zoo one day after school with the rest of the club for one of their activities

they buddied you and jaemin up (since everyone else already had a buddy) and told you to:

1. have fun! :D

2. don't cry :(

3. remember, you don't need their love

so with these three “rules” you and jaemin awkwardly walked around the zoo

ya’ll didn’t know how to act around each other

could you confide in him since he was in the same situation?? or were you sworn enemies cuz your ex’s are together now??

it was so confusing to you, but you noticed one thing: jaemin didn’t seem to like you

he didn't reply back when you attempted to start conversation

he would roll his eyes at your comments about the animals

it was starting to get tiring, just being around someone like him made your shoulders sag and your mood go down

you were in the aquarium where all the penguins were, several people gathered around to watch the penguin feeding and you couldn’t see over everyone :(

jaemin rolled his eyes “Here, step up onto the bar, you’ll be able to see”

“I'll fall off”

“no you won’t, I promise I'll hold onto you.”

“I don’t believe you” to jaemin, it was a small and insignificant promise, but your mind went back to the promise hyuck made about loving you and how every time he said it since then was a lie

it didn’t matter to you if it was “I promise I'll hold on” or “I promise I love you”

your hands were sweaty at the thought of someone promising you something and then not upholding it again

jaemin rolled his eyes for the millionth time, and forced you up onto the bar, keeping an arm around your knees and your hand immediately went into his soft blonde hair to steady yourself

you watched the penguin feeding like this- so enthusiastic about the cute little penguins eating their fish uwu

and jaemin watched you- he realized you reminded him a bit of himself, before the mina thing happened

he used to get happy about the little things- he loved getting caught up in the little moments in life because it made him realize that happiness was not a destination, but a journey

jaemin sulked some more as he held onto you during the penguin feeding, wondering where this mindset of his went

god, mina really screwed him over

 so you and jaemin kept participating in the bh club’s activities

the next activity was a trip to the pound, where you got to watch kittens being born

(”be careful when you hold them jaemin, your large man hands could strangle them”)

(”I won’t, for once in your life just trust me”)

you still didn’t trust anything jaemin said, but after the zoo, he didn’t seem that cold towards you anymore

when you both held a baby kitten in your hands for the first time, neither of you could help but coo at it- talking in a baby voice and absolutely melting at how the mama cat tended to her kids

afterwards, jaemin was a bit embarrassed about the cooing, but you laughed it off and said there was no need to be embarrassed

it was the first time you had a truly civil conversation, and jaemin found that he liked when you genuinely smiled at him

it made him want to smile too

 after that, the next club activity was at a new restaurant that opened downtown, where jaemin choked on his cherry soda when you told him the story of how you locked the vice principal in his office until he agreed to start a recycling program at school

(”you did whAT”)

(”every school needs a recycling program, I wasn't asking for that much?”)

this is where jaemin thinks he first started to admire your persistence about something you were passionate about

when you started talking about how important it is to save our planet, jaemin almost choked on his cherry soda again

this time it was because he was too distracted by the sparkle in your eyes and how you bounced in your seat when you got really excited

he blushed when you caught him staring- heart hammering in his chest

he welcomed the feeling wholeheartedly- loving the rush he got from being around you

 outside of the club, you and jaemin slowly started hanging out

first it was to study for your shared english class, then it became less studying and more talking about how romeo and juliet were dumbasses, and other Philosophical Ramblings™

soon, jaemin would make it a routine to meet you by one of the rose bushes outside of school and you would walk in together

this  s h o o k  the school, you and jaemin walking in together that first day sent a new rumor running through everyones mouths

“jaemin and y/n are a thing now”

the two people who were the most affected by this rumor were surprisingly not you and jaemin

but it was mina and hyuck

hyuck was just deadass confused on how you and jaemin even got together- and at the same time relieved that you found someone else

he obviously felt guilty about cheating on you 

(he wasn’t dead inside ofc he felt guilty)

but seeing you happy with jaemin made his guilt ease away- even though he still knew what he did was wrong

but mina was just straight up jealous

watching jaemin in the halls- the way he acted towards you and the way he was different with you than when he was with her

it got her pissed and the relationship between her and hyuck took a sudden turn...

 when you went to support jaemin during one of the dance team’s performances, this only fueled the dating rumor

after the performance, you greeted jaemin and congratulated him on a great performance, people around you secretly watching your interaction

“I had no idea you could move like that jaemin !! it was like a different you on stage.”

“it’s the same me, I promise” jaemin laughed but you shifted your eyes away uncomfortably

the “p” word was still a bit sensitive for you, no matter the situation 

jaemin noticed this and internally winced at himself- he knew how much you hated that word and he quickly tried to turn the awkward atmosphere around

“c’mon, let’s go eat and I can show you a few more moves. I swear, it’s me who was up on that stage !!”

  jaemin found himself to be significantly less angry now

he finds himself seeing the glass half full again, and it was something people around him started to notice as well

he felt like he’s almost back to his old self and he doesn't know whether to thank the bh club or to thank you

you also don’t feel that ache in your heart that hyuck left behind anymore

jaemin was somehow training you to accept promises from him, and you couldn’t be any more thankful for him

(”I promise this pork taste good, here, try some”) = when jaemin cooked for you for the first time

(”I promise this looks good on you”) = when you were a bit self conscious about your new sweater

(”I promise I’ll be there for you”) = when jaemin held you to his chest after you had a bad nightmare one night

these days, a new ache settles in your chest

it’s the good kind- the kind that has tingles running down your back at the sight of jaemin and a bright glow on your cheeks whenever you talk to him

you like jaemin

you felt guilty about your feelings at first- you were scared that your brain was just trying to get you to cope with your heart break by using jaemin as a rebound

the day jaemin realizes he loves you was when you snuck into his room one tuesday night

you were wearing a super baggy hoodie and you tripped over it as you climbed through the window and both of you couldn’t stop laughing as you fell into jaemin’s bed, pushing your faces in his pillows to quiet yourselves down

you don’t even remember why you came over, probably some lame excuse like homework?? or a last minute movie marathon?

you honestly could just lay down and look at jaemin all day long if he would let you (which he would) no need for you to make up fake reasons

you looked up from your pillow and jaemin saw how happy you looked, so different from when you were standing before him in from of the club door months ago

“you look happy”

he didn’t mean to say it out loud but the words just tumbled out of him

you looked up at the ceiling and thought for a second

jaemin had filled the past few months with his presence, slowly slipping in through the cracks in your heart 

cracks that were there before you even knew hyuck, much less dated him

that’s when you knew jaemin wasn’t a rebound for you- he was the real deal

“yeah.. I am... are you?” you asked, almost nervously

jaemin was considerably more happy and more satisfied with himself than ever before

jaemin knew he was in love

he was happy < you did that

he felt good about himself < you were there to make him see it

“yeah, I am happy”

“really? you promise?”

“I promise, sweetheart”

 jaemin was planning to confess with one of the roses from the rose bush when you would meet up in the morning

he had a speech planned out in his head

he kept repeating it over and over again as he held the flower carefully so he wouldn’t cut himself on the thorns

“hey”

it wasn’t you, it was mina

“...hello” jaemin replied, looking past mina to keep an eye out for when you would approach

“how have you been?”

“that’s none of your business... I’m sorry, could you just leave me alone? I'm waiting for someone”

he didn’t mean to be so rude but he was getting anxious as time passed and you weren’t showing up

“jaemin... are you waiting for y/n? didn’t you hear?”

“hear what”

“hyuck and I broke up, he went back to y/n and they're dating again”

jaemin stood still, looking at mina like she just grew a second head

he felt blood trickle down his hand, his eyes caught the sight of his fingers gripping around the rose tightly

he couldn’t believe what he was hearing (and he probably shouldn’t have, considering mina had a track record of lying)

mina stepped closer and reached out to jaemin’s other hand that wasn’t preoccupied with the rose

mina was reminded of the imagines of you and jaemin together- jealousy filling her vision as she watched jaemin break down in front of her

“we don’t need them jaemin, we can be happy together again. remember when we were happy?”

jaemin didn’t remember, his thoughts and memories were now filled with you, he guessed the broken hearts club succeeded in helping him create new memories to heal his broken heart

but all of his new memories were of you now

his newly angered heart made him say his next words

“yeah, okay. let’s get back together”

here’s the deal- you didn’t get back together with hyuck

he came up to your house that morning

he kept apologizing for cheating on you, grabbing onto any part of you to get you to stop walking away from him

when mina broke up with him the previous night, he didn’t know where else to go but to you

you were always there for him and suddenly when he had no one, his mind took him to you- swallowing his pride as he faced you again

you finally stopped, looked at him straight in the eyes and squared your shoulders

if there was one thing you learned from the broken hearts club, it was this:

“I don’t need your love, hyuck”

but what shocked you was when you got to school, walking into the cafeteria that day and seeing your jaemin sitting with mina

she was feeding him from her plate and talking animatedly with him

and he was taking it all in from her- every kiss on the cheek and every laugh from her lips, he accepted it

he looked up from the table, those once warm, chocolate eyes meeting yours

they were now cold, they were empty, they were angry again

you were confused- what happened to jaemin? why was he sitting with mina? did they get back together now that her and hyuck broke up?

the questions made you confused and dizzy and you got out of there asap

despite your confusion, the familiar numbing feeling of your heart cracking returned

you trusted jaemin, the promises he made to you filling your head and you felt like you could break down right there in that hallway

why did the people you trust always hurt you in the end?

despite both of you having broken hearts once again, neither of you went back to the club

 jaemin spent a whole four (4) days with mina before he realized he could literally not stand her anymore

she hadn’t changed as a person- she was the same cheerful cheerleader that jaemin dated months ago

but jaemin’s mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of you

and he slowly realized he couldn’t feel anything for mina because...

how could he when there was someone like you walking around- he knew you were perfect for him

one night while jaemin and mina were on a date, she off-handedly mentioned to jaemin how crazy the varsity soccer team is this time of year

when she went to go cheer for them, all of the s/o’s of the soccer players joined along for a game to support them

jaemin hummed absentmindedly “that must’ve been awkward”

“why?”

“y/n would have been there, I don’t think you two would be very friendly with each other”

“why would y/n be there? she’s not dating anyone on the soccer team”

suddenly, both mina and jaemin stopped moving and jaemin looked up from his food, fork in mid-air

mina had a look on her face that said she knew: she fucked up

mina had always been a compulsory liar- it was just so easy and addicting for things to go her own way when all she had to do was bend the truth a little

but at this moment, she only slightly wished she could be the person people saw her as when she walked down the halls at school: a genuinely preppy cheerleader

not the sneaky, lying bitch she actually was

“I mean-”

“what do you mean, y/n’s not dating anyone on the soccer team?”

jaemin didn’t know what to think, did you and hyuck break up again?

his heart stupidly fluttered with hope

“does it matter-” she tried to laugh it off

“yes, it does”

jaemin was starting to see in red, anger pouring into all his sense as he waited for mina’s explanation

“they... never got back together in the first place” she admitted, looking down at her hands in her lap

“so you lied?” jaemin asked, but he knew the answer

“yes, jaemin. I lied.”

jaemin couldn’t hear anymore of this, he stood up and walked out.

jaemin felt like a fool, he felt stupid- how could he trust mina’s words? how could he not hear about you and hyuck never getting back together?

for once jaemin’s anger dissipated and it turned into something else

a feeling that made it hard to breath and felt like his chest was caving in from the pain

he felt legitimate heartbreak

this time, jaemin can’t blame anyone but himself

this time, jaemin trusted a liar and he got played

he lost you, and it was all his own fault

 jaemin spends the next few weeks in silent self-affliction and guilt

not even his friends could pull him out of the cavity he created for himself

one day after school was finished, jaemin made his way through the empty halls, like a mindless zombie walking down the stairs and out to the parking lot when someone tapped him on his backpack

it was the second to last person he thought would talk him right now

(read: you were THE last person he thought would talk to him right now)

it was hyuck

jaemin and hyuck both stand in the parking lot, wind whipping around them and tension growing as hyuck refuses to look up at jaemin and jaemin refuses to look anywhere but at hyuck

“listen... I know I have absolutely no right to stop you like this but there’s something I have to say” hyuck says, the anxiety of his words weighted down his whole body and he almost couldn’t see straight

jaemin raised his eyebrows in question and hyuck took it as an okay to continue

“I've known y/n for so long, almost four years. we’ve spent so much time together... but.. I never loved them. I tried so hard. I wanted I love them, I still wish I could, but I can’t find it in me. they deserve to be loved, jaemin.”

it was hard for hyuck to admit his true feelings about this situation, but he needed to say it out loud

and this was something jaemin needed to hear

“what is it that you need to say.” jaemin knew this wasn’t the point of this whole conversation

“they said they don’t need my love, and they really don’t. I won’t be able to treat them right, anyway. I don’t know how, but you managed to erase almost four years of my memories in their mind in only a few months and replace them with your own.” hyuck sighed

“My point is... don’t give up on them. it’s your love they need now.”

 the next day, you opened your locker, an envelope falling to your feet.

‘broken hearts club room after school - j’

you scoffed, he couldn’t even come up to you in person to give you this?

you threw away the note in anger, but the invitation lingered in your mind all day and by the time the last bell of the day rang, your feet were itching to go up the stairs to the club room

you rounded the corner, down the hallway, and up the stairs to the club room, not really in control of your feet

you couldn’t believe that a few months ago, you were in the exact same position with jaemin just a few feet away.

you didn’t know him at all back then

you didn’t know he liked cherry cola, or pork, or that he danced like it was his reason for being put on earth

you didn’t know that he hated liars and that he truly did try to keep all his promises

and as you opened the door to the club room and watched as jaemin turned around to face you

you realized just how much you missed him, just how much you would do anything for him, just how much you loved him and you knew

it didn’t matter how many promises he makes, you would now believe every single one of them

jaemin was a bit surprised you showed up, but he wouldn't take you for granted any longer

“hey”

“hey” you surprisingly laughed, and jaemin came closer, dragging you down into a seat at one of the desks while he paced in front of it

you let him tell his side of the story- and jaemin was thankful you did, the fact that you didn’t know the reason behind his actions was killing him

you were surprised by his story- the miscommunications between you and him made both of you laugh and you stood up from your seat and walked up to jaemin, stopping him from wearing out the tile floors any longer

it was weird how you could laugh at the situation now, but jaemin need you to know how serious he was

“y/n... really... I'm sorry. I promised you so much when we got to know each other, knowing how you felt about promises and at the first test of trust... I broke them.”

you shake your head, gathered jaemin’s hands in yours and pulled him closer

“jaemin, this wasn’t your fault. don’t blame yourself” jaemin felt light, he couldn't believe you were real- right here, right now- forgiving him

“I promise” jaemin chuckled at his use of words “I’ll make it up to you.”

“oh? how are you gonna make it up to me?” you asked, curious as to what he had in mind

“I promise... I’m gonna love you until your heart is strong enough to never break again”

his words ringed out, loud and clear, filling you with hope and determination

you leaned in and pressed a kiss to Jaemin’s cheek, and when you leaned back to see jaemin’s reaction, the conviction in his eyes shined brightly

you both leaned in for a real kiss

a soft, pillowy, warm kiss that was the perfect new memory to start your relationship

jaemin promised he was going to love you

and you were going to believe him

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★

[folkloreguk]

❄️December 15th (m)

A/N: Today I just want to thank everybody for reading my advent calendar, I always get so happy when someone sends me feedback...it really means so much to me! You guys are so sweet uwu

words: 2.1k

genre: smut, optional bias (male), sub!bias 

[masterlist in desciption]

(text messages)

You: I bought myself an early Christmas present, do you want to see it?

H/N: You’re gonna show me anyway, aren’t you?

You: Trust me you want to see this

You: [picture]

H/N: Am I gonna see you in it, too?

You: If you want, I’ll come over right now

You knew he would say yes, so you changed into your new Christmas present you had bought yourself. It was a red lingerie set you had found and had been unable to walk away without buying it. Not only because you loved the way you looked in it, but because you knew H/N would like it, and right now, you wanted nothing more than to see your boyfriend’s reaction. And you were right.

H/N: I’d like nothing more than that

Smirking, you added another idea in your head as to how you would surprise him. As you walked to the door, still in your lingerie, you collected your things, knowing you would probably spend the night at his place. Then, you grabbed your coat. When you closed it, it covered your whole body, ending below your knees. You slipped into your boots over the stockings you were wearing, almost laughing when you imagined what his face would look like.

It was cold out, but your plan was worth being cold for a few seconds until you would reach the car. On the drive to his, you prayed that no police would stop you, or you’d have some things to explain. But luckily, everything was fine, and nobody stopped you from arriving quickly and even more excited than ten minutes ago.

After you had rang the doorbell, you shivered, trying to gain some warmth by moving around while you waited for him to open up.

“Hi, baby,” he greeted you, with a knowing smile, even though you knew he truly had no idea. You returned his greeting, as you walked inside, quickly shedding off your shoes. Then, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards his bedroom. Your heart fluttered when you saw the smile he was watching you with after he followed you.

“Don’t you want to leave your coat by the door?” he asked, a little confused, but even more excited.

You chuckled, not saying anything until you had reached his room. He was looking at you with puppy eyes when you pushed him onto the edge of his bed, smirking to yourself.

By the way he raised his eyebrows while you fiddled with the belt of your coat, you realized he had probably figured out what was going on. Nonetheless, the face he gave you when you finally slid it off your shoulders was priceless.

"Are you sure you bought this for yourself? Because it feels like it's Christmas for me too," he said, completely honest. With the way he looked at you, his words had been fitting. His expression reminded you of an excited child on Christmas morning.

"Of course I thought about you too when I bought it," you said. "I'm always thinking about you, baby."

Slowly, you came closer and he placed his hands on your hips. Yours came to lay on his shoulders while he softly pulled you closer, before placing a kiss on your belly.

"No matter what I'll get for Christmas, you'll always be the best present to me," he said. You could only grin at his words.

"Too cheesy?" He asked, looking up at you.

"A little," you joked, finally bending down to kiss his lips. He wasted no time in deepening the kiss, his tongue swiping over your lips, asking for permission. Hungry, you kissed back, whilst straddling him.

His hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it, and you shivered in excitement at the smallest touch of his hands on your thighs. You grazed your teeth over his tongue, and he groaned into your mouth, your lips still glued to each other. His moaning made something twist in the pit of your stomach. When you pulled away momentarily, your head felt a little dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Your breaths were mixing up as you looked into his eyes.

"I want you," he said, and as simple as his words were, they only made you more breathless. Again, you kissed, your tongues meeting, a familiar feeling which you felt you would never quite get used to. But you loved it. You loved how every time he looked at you with those eyes of hunger and every time he touched you, your heartbeat fastened like it was the first time.

You reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head. At the same time, you rolled your hips against his, earning another groan of satisfaction from him. The more you grinded against him, the more prominently you could feel him straining against his underwear, his groans turning into small whines. As you were barely wearing anything, every move you did against his bulge sent waves of pleasure through your whole body, as you noticed yourself getting needier with every passing second.  

For a moment you allowed a string of whimpers to fall from your mouth, as you rubbed yourself against him.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this,” he said, his hands holding tightly onto your hips. You only felt better at his praise, and when he reached to the back of your bra to open it. His lips instantly attacked your chest, probably leaving a pattern of purple marks that you knew you would admire the next day.

“So do you,” you said. “My baby is getting all worked up, aren’t you?”

He only groaned again, nodding at you eagerly. You let out small moans as he paid more attention to your nipples, while your hands moved from his hair down his chest. They slowly wandered over his collar bones, down his toned stomach to the waistband of his pants. Still, you were grinding against him, while you teased him by playing with the material by your hands.

“I won’t last long if you keep doing this,” he warned you, his hands stopping your hips from moving. Instead of letting you continue your actions, his hand slowly neared the hem of your lingerie. Your breath hitched in your throat when his fingers danced over your clothed center, adding slight pressure. You swallowed hard when you made eye contact with him, and he repeated his action, making sure he didn’t miss a single change in your expression.

A soft whimper came from you when he finally slid your underwear to the side, his digits instantly coating with your wetness.

“Fuck,” he groaned, drawing seemingly endless circles and figure eights against your clit. Your hold on him tightened, as you leaned your forehead onto his shoulder. Uneven breaths and whimpers filled the air, as you were in complete bliss with your eyes closed.  

“You’re so good at this,” you praised, your voice right by his ear.  

“Yeah?” he asked, almost cutely.

“Yes baby,” you said, and even though you should’ve been the weak one at the moment, the way he blinked at you, almost innocently, made you even more protective of him. Your praising must had only made him more confident, because he was touching you more daringly now, his fingers moving faster. Stars danced in front of your eyelids when you closed them for a few seconds, breathing into the crook of his neck. As much as you wanted to let go and simply chase your high, you couldn’t stand the lack of attention he was receiving.

So, you softly took his hand. He gave you a confused look when you climbed off him, standing in front of him.

“Don’t you want me to make you feel good too?” you asked at his puzzlement.

“I like watching you while you get off,” he said.

“You’re too cute,” you said, his sincerity making your heart flutter. “But we can’t have you doing all the work, can we?” you asked, bending down and kissing him softly. His lips were mellow and he melted into you touch, his fingers stroking your hair.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” you spoke against his lips, your voice gentle. Meanwhile, you did the same, slipping your underwear down your legs. When he had done as you said, he watched you patiently.

“Sit by the headboard, baby,” you ordered, and he instantly did as you said. You followed suit and climbed onto the bed, taking your place in his lap like before. His member was standing stiff against his stomach and you wrapped your hand around the base, making him hiss. You loved watching his face, with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips slightly agape.

“You look so beautiful like this,” you said. “Are you ready for me?”

Eagerly, he nodded, almost before you had finished asking. So you kissed him softly, guiding his length to your entrance. The second his tip had even touched your soaking core, he let out a whine that only sent another wave of electricity through you. When you sank down on him, taking his full cock into you, you couldn’t help but join him with a whimper.

Slowly, you moved, lifting your hips so you almost slid off him, only to sit back down, feeling him stretch your walls with every time you did so. Soon, you found a steady rhythm in which you rolled your hips against his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling him close to you.

His breath touched your lips faintly, before you smashed your lips onto his. It was messy due to you moving so much, but it wasn’t supposed to be pretty either way, not at this point. Your teeth clashed and your tongues met in the heat of the moment, making your head spin.

“You feel so good, baby,” he mumbled, in the middle of kissing. His voice was husky and broke into a whimper when you clenched around him, fastening your movements for a while.

“Yeah?” you asked. “Do you like it this way?”

“I love it,” he groaned. “I love you.”

Your lips brushed over his, slowly taking in his words. His hands were digging into your sides, holding onto you and guiding your thrusts.

“I love you too, baby,” you spoke, your hands softly pulling his hair. When he leaned his head back, you attacked his neck with kisses, making sure to use your teeth. You didn’t want to be the only one having to explain the hickeys on your skin the next day. But most importantly, you knew he liked having your marks on him.

You pulled away, in surprise when you suddenly felt his fingers on your clit. A string of swear words escaped you at the sudden intensity of the pleasure. You needed to remind yourself to keep moving on top of him, not allowing yourself to get completely lost in his actions. But you felt your orgasm approaching quickly, and judging by his facial expression, he seemed to be close too.

His fingers were pure magic, knowing exactly how to touch you to have you on the brink of falling in an instant. His cock kept hitting your sweet spot, only adding to the feeling. Like earlier, you rested your head on his shoulder, eyes closed from overwhelming pleasure.

“Are you gonna come for me?” you asked against his skin, biting your bottom lip – until another moan slipped through there.

“Yes,” he whimpered, “Can I?”

“Of course,” you assured him, and began to roll your hips against his faster. At the same time, you felt his fingers pick up the pace, enough for you to see stars. And then you let yourself fall, back arching and legs tightening around his waist in overstimulation as you came. And he followed only seconds after, as you clenched around his member, forcing yourself to keep moving to ride out his orgasm as long as possible. The air was filled with both your moans and shaky breaths as you held onto his shoulders tightly, your lips pressing against the skin there.

The more you slowed down, the more you were able to catch your breath. He was softy stroking your hair as you detached your head from his neck and looked him in the eyes. They were dark and the gaze he gave you was heartwarming.

“You’re gonna stay for the night, right?” he asked, kissing you softly.

“Sure,” you replied, smiling.

“Good, because I wouldn’t have let you leave either way,” he grinned, gently stroking your cheeks.

[kabura-maru]

Headcanons Nobody Asked for... (1/3)

I asked two of my friends who have never seen or read Kimetsu no Yaiba to give me headcanons for different characters! They know a few details or names from me talking about it but they still don’t know a lot.

I sent them the character’s official anime design/silhouette/whatever it’s called plus a second pic (usually a screenshot). I added the screenshots I sent them, ‘cause why not?

They’ve dubbed themselves Fish and Ferret for the purpose of this post. This whole experience was chaotic...

Hashira this time:

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Mitsuri

- “Watermelon wife!”

- “She makes cookie dough just to eat it... doesn’t make the cookies”

- “Doesn’t shave her legs and will cut anyone who gives her crap for it”

- “She can’t be trusted to go into target alone otherwise she will buy the entire snack aisle”

- “Also one time she tried to bring a sword to the airport and got mad when security tried to take it away”

- “She snores”

Giyuu

- “Played the bagpipes ONE TIME and now everyone gives him shit for it”

- “He has two little sisters and he paints their nails for them”

- “He holds the snacks when everyone goes on adventures”

- “He’s hiding friendship bracelets on his ankles under those socks”

- “His pants WILL fall down without that belt and he makes sure everyone around him knows it”

- “Wears pants two sizes too large so he has room to do cartwheels and hide snacks in them”

- “Lets everyone play with his hair when they get stressed and it’s surprisingly soft “

- “Definitely puts product in his hair but denies it”

Sanemi

- “Takes off his shirt whenever he can just to prove that he does in fact have abs”

- “Eats hot Cheetos and thinks they’re spicy... Will fuck you up if you try to take one without asking”

- “The softest dude bro you’ll ever meet but he can still kick your ass”

- “Will destroy you in mini golf with no mercy”

- “I feel like he wears mascara to fancy events”

- “He had an mcr phase in middle school and never recovered”

- “Secretly plays the banjo but only when extremely drunk”

- “He holds his pencils dead wrong and is too stubborn to admit it”

- “Got lost in an ikea once and destroyed several hundred dollars worth of furniture trying to find his friends”

Shinobu

- “Unironically uses “uwu” while texting”

- “Pretends to be civil to her exes but still has massive grudges against them for tiny dumb things”

- “Will spend hours in the butterfly room at the museum trying to make friends with all the butterflies”

- “Will pull the “oh, you haven’t heard?” thing if she does anything dumb”

- “Has broken the toes of boys who were harassing her friends”

- “Squished a bug by accident once and started sobbing and quoting hamlet”

- “An absolute slut for themed gift baskets”

- “Has to smell all the scented candles but never buys any”

Uzui

- “Absolute crackhead”

- “Stole a shopping cart once and still has it in his basement somewhere”

- “Bedazzles his jeans”

- “Once jumped out of a tree with a makeshift parachute and was surprised when it didn’t work”

- “Scared of spiders”

- “Has a youtube channel where the only videos are him doing dumb shit”

Gyomei

- “ “Guys come on, it’s not jewelry!” “

- “A big softie but refuses to admit it”

- “His friends quote vines a lot and he doesn’t get it”

- “Frequently gets lost from the group while stopping to tie his shoe”

- “Very passionate about saving the bees”

Muichirou

- “Soft!!”

- “Regularly calls people out for being idiots but is just trying to keep everyone safe”

- “He looks for smooth rocks and takes them home just because”

- “Was the kid who sat in the outfield and made daisy chains for his friends during baseball practice”

- “He spends 10 minutes lint-rolling cat hair off his clothes before he leaves the house”

- “Owns 20 pairs of the same socks because they were on sale”

Iguro

- “He orders food for his Snek at restaurants and makes sure there’s no egg in it because his Snek is allergic”

- “Snuggles with Snek during the winter to make sure Snek stays warm”

- “Has ink all over his hands from artwork”

- “Crochets tiny Snek hats! Gives them as gifts and no one knows what to do with them”

- “Snek draws too and he hangs the pictures up in his house”

- “Gives other people haircuts and they’re surprisingly good”

Kyojuro

- “Fights crocodiles and refuses to see why it isn’t a good idea”

- “Can and will fight anything that moves”

- “Will drink until he passes out if he’s trying to beat someone else”

- “Challenges people to push-up contests for fun. Everyone hates it”

- “Always the one who comes up with bad ideas that somehow end up working”

- “Bleached his hair by himself once and refuses to acknowledge the fact that it was ever a different color”

- “Shaved the ends of his eyebrows off on a whim and keeps them like that only because everyone hates them”

I then asked them about some canon things and who they thought applied to who as well as asking about their friendships

“Who would you ship?”

- “I ship hot cheeto boy and shopping cart man” / “I feel like they have the most potential chaotic energy together” (Sanemi and Uzui)

- “Butterfly girl and bagpipe boy are possibly together and it’s the softest thing ever” (Shinobu and Giyuu)

“Who do you think has multiple spouses?”

- “Doesn’t get vines guy has a fuck ton of wives but they’re all buds so it’s fine” (Gyomei)

“One is trained by the other, who is that?”

- “Mui is being trained by butterfly girl” (Shinobu)

“More of a fandom thing but which one gets bullied by the others?”

- “I think flame haired bleach boy gets absolutely roasted by everyone but they keep him around because he knows how to have a good time” (Kyo)

“Who are friends?”

“Snek and Mui are buds!”

[blisslilywrites]

a sweet surprise.

Description: A quarantine birthday just doesn’t really seem to be working out for you. But..will a little surprise from Shinsou be enough to turn it into one of your better birthdays?

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: A little gift written by me and @thewordphoenix​ (go check her blog out its amazing uwu). We had tons of fun doing this and we hope you’ll enjoy reading it😊oh yeah and--

  -- HAPPY BIRTHDAYY @ellectric-blue​​!!

Sunlight fell through the cracks in the curtains as you yawned and buried your head deeper into your pillow. Even though today was your birthday, you didn’t want to get up just yet. You didn’t want to face the fact that this was just another day where you couldn’t see your friends.

Quarantine was making everything so hard. You’d lost count of how many days you spent cooped in your house. You missed UA, your teachers, your friends, but more than anything… you missed Shinsou. 

The thought of Shinsou brought a small blush to your face. You smiled as your memories brought you back to the days long before...

You’ve seen him around UA a few times before but never really had much of an interest. It wasn’t up until the sports festival that he really caught your attention. Something about him drew you towards him. During the joint training with 1-B, you were just as surprised as the rest of your classmates when the familiar purple-haired boy made an appearance. 

Since then, the two of you have gotten close, even though you were in different classes. You really admired his passion and determination. Despite the nature of his quirk and the fact that many doubted him, he kept striving to become the best hero he could possibly be.

You soon realized your feelings for him were beyond that of just friendship. Through a series of complicated and slightly embarrassing events, you found out he felt the same way about you too and the two of you decided to get together.

That was a few weeks before the entire world went into lockdown. You two barely even had time to be a couple before the world decided that you two weren’t to go near each other for the next few months. And it was a long and lonely few months so far. 

You two texted and called quite often but it wasn’t really enough. You missed his presence, his warmth, him… 

The room door creaked open, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your mom walked in, came to the bed, and gave you a tight hug.

“Happy birthday honey!!”

She finally released you and told you she was going to go shopping later for tonight’s birthday dinner.

“Do you wanna tag along? It’d be good for you to get out of the house.”

“No thanks, mom. I’d rather stay in,” you answered.

She smiled sweetly. “Ok then. Just don’t stay in bed forever.”

------

Eventually, you got out of bed and went downstairs to grab something to eat. You spotted something wrapped on the counter. Guess your mom decided to get that book for you after all. You picked it up and unwrapped it and saw that it really was the book you’ve been wanting. You made a mental note to thank her later when she comes home. 

Just as you were finishing your breakfast, your phone vibrated and lit up. 

Shinsou <3: y/n you awake yet?

You quickly unlocked your phone and texted him back. A few seconds later, your phone lit up again.

Shinsou <3 would like to FaceTime...

You couldn’t help but smile as you picked up and hurried back to your room.

“Happy one year closer to death y/n,” he said in his usual lazy drawl. 

You rolled your eyes, “Thanks Shin.”

The two of you continued talking for quite a while. In that time, you could feel yourself smile and laugh more. Talking to Shinsou always made you feel this way. 

Suddenly, Shinsou frowned and looked away. 

“Sorry, I have to go,” he said and the screen turned black.

CALL ENDED 

“Ok...that was weird,” you murmured under your breath as you navigated out of the app. Maybe he got bored with you? You shook your head vigorously, determined to not let your head cloud over with any disenhearting thoughts. His parents probably called him to do something. Yeah, that was probably it. 

Yet, you suddenly felt very lonely. You missed Shinsou, you realized. You missed his warmth, his voice, and his dry jokes which never failed to make you laugh. Trying to rid your mind of his presence, you wrapped your arms around your legs and hugged yourself. 

The house felt emptier than ever now, and small goosebumps prickled your arms as you rose and walked unsteadily towards the table where you had put your new book. You picked it up and settled on the couch in the corner.

As the minutes wore on, you found it harder and harder to focus. The words blurred before your eyes, and your thoughts inescapably drifted back to Shinsou. 

After a while you set the book aside as a lost cause, got up, and started pacing around the room. It didn’t help and just served to further frustrate you. 

You decided to do something else to take your mind off things, so you debated on opening up a box of chocolates or binging something on Netflix.  The doorbell rang just as you opened Netflix on your laptop.

You cocked your head to one side, confused. Who could it be? Had your mother ordered something? You hesitated for a second before closing the laptop and padding down the stairs. 

There was a flash of movement outside the downstairs window, but after peering closer, you dismissed it as a trick of the light.

You opened the front door but didn’t see anyone around. All you could see was a small, cute box sitting on the front step, fixed with a bright purple sticky note. 

‘For y/n ;)’ it said.

Curiously, you opened the box. Inside were six cupcakes, all in your favorite flavour. You brought them inside and closed the door behind you, wondering if it was your mom who had had them sent. 

Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket and you jolted, almost dropping the cupcakes.

“Shinsou?” you muttered under your breath as you took your phone out and looked at the caller ID. Carefully placing the cupcakes on the counter, you answered the call and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hey.” Shinsou’s husky voice filled your ears.

“Hi Shinsou! What’s up?” you asked, leaning onto the table.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday properly, yknow.” Shinsou sounded slightly embarrassed.

“What?” you asked, even more confused. “Didn’t you already-”

“I meant the cupcakes,” Shinsou interrupted. “Hope you like them. I asked my dad to bake them for you. If you don’t want to eat them, it’s fine--” You cut him off with a squeal. 

“Oh my gosh, these are Aizawa’s cupcakes?? They look amazing, Shin. Tell Aizawa that I said thanks.” 

“Just my dad not me? Just kidding, I’ll tell him.” You could practically see him smirk. A slight flush appeared on your cheeks. 

“Thank you too Shinsou. But you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble y'know…” you whispered softly. 

“Nah, it wasn’t really much of a problem. My dad wouldn’t let me bake them myself since I’m apparently a disaster in the kitchen..”

You couldn’t help but laugh and on the other end, you felt him smile.  

“Gosh I really just wanna hug you or something right now, but, social distancing y'know? Afraid we’ll have to settle for this.” 

“Wait, where are you exactly?” you asked.

“Look out your window, I’m across the street.”

You did as he said, and sure enough on the sidewalk across the street was your boyfriend, wearing a comfortable-looking cat hoodie and a mask. 

You couldn’t see his mouth, but you were sure he was smiling. He lifted his hand in a half hearted wave. His violet eyes bored right into yours and his voice came over the speaker again. 

“Happy birthday, y/n.” 

...

[aetm-malereaderimagines]

Hi hi!! May I request one for haikyuu where reader is Yaku’s younger brother and he’s on the team. It’s during the training camp and he meets and has a crush on Akaashi but doesn’t know how to talk to him cuz he socially awkward and stuff? Thxx!!! Luv your works by the way uwu *^*

No thank you!!! I’m so happy to hear that! I’m so sorry it took me so long to write this but the Christmas-New Year period has been quite busy for me m(_ _)m I took the liberty of making you a first-year setter since I needed something to start from. I really do hope you like it tho!

Also sorry to the other person who sent me another request but don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you! I’ll get to writing your request as soon as I can!

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Male Reader

Word count: 1970

密かな眼差し — Silent Admiration

 “Listen up, boys!”

You turned around to look at Kurōwho was calling for your attention. You were sitting on the floor ofyour locker room alongside your teammates, all of whom had gatheredthere early in the morning, and now everyone’s eyes were on Kurō.Kurō was standing in frontof the lone window and as you turned around to look up to him, yousquinted, as the summer sun blazing through the glass pane, stillhanging relatively low above the horizon, hurt your eyes a littlebit.

“Starting today, we’ll be training with Fukurōdani, Ubugawa,Shinzen, and Karasuno so don’t you dare do anything toostupid. I’m talking to you, Yamamoto!” saidKuroo, causinggiggle to rise across the room, except from Taketora himself. “I’mgonna go and show our guests around so you go to the gym and waitthere, okay?”

As soon as you rose to your feet, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Stressed?” asked Morisuke.

You gulped.

“A little. You know the guys we’llbe training with, right, nii-san?”

“Well, I do knot the guys fromFukurōdani, Ubugawa,and Shinzen” yourbrother answered. “We’ve trained together a few times. They’reall pretty cool guys even if some of them can be a little…eccentric. But I don’t knowmuch about Karasuno,” he added. “We’ve had a practice matchonce in Miyagi but that’s pretty much it.”

“That doesn’t help much but…Thanks, nii-san.”You gave your brother a faint smile.

“Oh come on, you’ll be okay! You can always hide behind me ifyou’re scared,” Morisuke teased.

“Don’t be surprised if Iactually do end upclinging to your back,” you teased back.

Youkept talking and teasing each other back and forth as you covered the short distance separating your locker room and the gym. Once you gotthere, you started getting everything ready for the practice, settingup the net, bringing out the balls, mopping the floor… Halfwaythrough, the members of Ubugawa and Shinzen arrived at the gym andcountless unfamiliar voices filled the air, adding to the usualhubbub of your teammates setting up the court and reverberating against the gym walls, making you slightly uneasy. Youtried to stick to Morisuke as much as you could, at least when he wasnot greeting other teams or running off to kick Yamamoto or Lev tostop them from causing trouble.

A fewminutes later, Fukurōdaniarrived, adding a whole newlevel to the general ruckus with their rather loud owl-hairedcaptain. You remembered seeing him fromthe stands once when you went to cheer on your brother but somehow heseemed even louder now than then. You ran off to the side where Levwas sulking after being scolded particularly harshly, this time byKurō.

“Wanna train with me? I can tossthe ball for you,” you spoke to Lev, causing him to jump upimmediately.

“For real?! Of course I want to!”Lev exclaimed, making you letout a sigh of relief. Now,you had an excuse not to talk to anyone else, even if only for thetime before the official practice began. Youwere about to head for the ball basket when you heard an unfamiliarvoice from behind your back.

“Yaku-kun.”

You turned around to find a tall, slim figure standing right in frontof you. A pair of gunmetal blue eyes bore into you from underneaththick, black eyebrows and a mop of messy hair of the same color.

“I’m looking forward to training with you,” the dark-haired boysaid, both to you and to Lev, giving the latter a small nod ofacknowledgment.

“Umh, likewise?” you said questioningly, trying to remember ifyou knew him. He knew your name so you probably should also know hisbut you just couldn’t remember it.

“Umh, excuse me, but do we know each other?”

“I know you. I saw you in one of your matches when you went in tosub Kenma. You weren’t half-bad for a first year. I’m AkaashiKeiji, a setter like yourself. I hope we can learn from each other.”Akaashi spoke in short but pronounced sentences. You kind of juststood there, listening, and nodded when he finished, acknowledginghis words. He nodded as well and simply walked away.

You remembered now. You had seen Fukurōdani’s matches a few timesin videos. Akaashi’s tall figure, his dark hair and calm demeanormatched those of Fukurōdani’s first setter.

“Yaku? Should we go and get the ball? …Yaku?” Lev tried to snapyou out of your trance but to no avail.

You were still standing where Akaashi left you, dumbfounded. A settermuch superior to you, the setter of one of the strongest highschool teams in the country, praised your skills as a volleyballplayer and admitted he could even learn something from you.Although you’d had your doubts about having four other teams hangaround your school, most of those doubts vanished after yourconversation with Akaashi.

And you had to admit he was kind of your type.

It was a crush. It was definitely a crush.

You spent the last few days training intensely and getting to playagainst so many different, strong players was cool and all but youwould find your eyes wandering towards the pretty Fukurōdani setterevery now and then, probably even more often than you’d like toadmit. But you had yet to make a move, any move actually.You’d only played a few games against Fukurōdani and… that waspretty much it. That was all the contact you’d made with Akaashi.Before you even knew it, it was already the last day of the jointpractice and the BBQ you were going to have in the evening was yourlast chance to do something. You had to at least get hisnumber. Texting was the less embarrassing alternative to campingoutside his school whenever you wanted to talk to him.

But even as the sun sank over the horizon and the BBQ started, youstill couldn’t force yourself to talk to Akaashi properly. How didother people even do it? Talk to strangers? Holding casualconversations with people they barely knew anything about?

Akaashi was right there, standing by the grill and talking toKarasuno’s setter, yet he seemed so far to you.

“What are you staring at?”

You didn’t even notice when your brother approached you. You didn’tanswer and just kept chewing your veggies.

“You like Akaashi?”

You choked on your veggies.

“Wow, wow, are you okay?” said Morisuke with a genuinely worriedexpression on his face. You coughed a few more times, trying to getthe food out of your respiratory tract.

“I-I’m okay,” you managed to mumble.

“Here, have some water.”

You took the cup and drank all the water in one go. It took you amoment to realize that the voice that had spoken to you just now andthe hand that had brought you the cup of water hadn’t been yourbrother’s. The said brother, by the way, simply disappeared fromyour side. You looked around only to find him looking at you from allover by the grills, and when he noticed you looking at him, he winkedat you and mouthed “good luck.”

Best worst wingman ever.

“Better now?” asked Akaashi.

“Y-yeah, thanks,” you said.

And the dreaded awkward silence fell between you.

Akaashi was right beside you and you didn’t know what to say.

“So… How did you like the practice?” asked Akaashi.

“It… It was fun.”

“Having to do the laps was?” It was the first time you sawAkaashi smile.

“No, not that part,” you giggled, “but I need to work on mystamina anyways so…”

“Me too, man, if I want to keep up with Bokuto-san.” Akaashi letout a small sigh although you could tell he wasn’t being completelyserious.

“It’s already amazing you’re keeping up with him as you arenow. You’re amazing. Yeah,” you added sheepishly.

“So are you. Just what did Kozume teach you? You fit right in yourteam’s playstyle, and that’s no easy feat, given it’s thatNekoma.”

“Not much, really.” It really felt good to be praised by Akaashi.“I learn mostly by observation. I’m still a first year so I don’tget to play in official matches. Kenma-san isn’t really the kind toteach anything to people so… I mostly just watch and copy what Ican.”

“That’s even more impressive if you ask me.” There you gotanother smile. “But I’ll gladly train with you the next time wehave practiced together. That is, if you need any guidance.”

“Yeah, sure. Actually…” You gulped loudly. “If we—” Youfought really hard not to let the words get stuck in your throat. “Ifwe could, like, exchange numbers or something, I could ask you somequestions that way. If you were so kind as to answer them. Aboutvolleyball. And setting.” “And other stuff,” youadded in your mind.

Akaashi blinked a few times and you held your breath.

“Sure, why not,” he finally said, pulling his phone out of hissweatshirt as you pulled out yours.

“Aaand done,” said Akaashi. “I’ll text you later to checkif—”

“AAKHAAAHSHI!!!”

“Bokuto-san.” Akaashi let out a deep sigh.

“Who is that pretty boy you’re talking to?” asked thehorn-owl-like guy who you knew to be Fukurōdani’s captain. Youwere so surprised by his sudden appearance your face seemed to haveforgotten how to blush.

“Bokuto-san…” It looked as though Akaashi was holding himselffrom facepalming, as he raised his hand towards his face. “MeetYaku-kun, Yaku-san’s younger brother and Nekoma’s reservesetter.”

“Oh is that so! But why are you standing so far from everyone else?Come on, let’s have fun together!” Bokuto said as he grabbed bothyour and Akaashi’s hands and dragged you towards the tables. Youturned your gaze toward Akaashi in hope of getting some kind of helpor at least explanation but he just looked back at youapologetically.

“This is my life. And also yours now, it seems,” he sent you asheepish smile.

Your heart skipped a bit at the thought that Akaashi alreadyconsidered you a part of his life. Soon, you were being greeted byother members of Fukurōdani, then even joined by a few members ofShinzen, Ubugawa, and Karasuno as everyone was just talking toeveryone else. You felt a little dizzy, being confronted with so manynew names and faces but every time you felt too out of place, youjust looked at Akaashi who gave you a reassuring smile.

“Yaku-san.”

Your name had been called by so many unfamiliar voices so many timesduring this practice that you weren’t even surprised this time. Itseemed to just be a thing that everyone knew your name. You turnedyour face in the direction of the voice and was confronted withKarasuno’s setter frowning face.

“Name’s Kageyama. I wanted to talk to you about the feint youused during our last match, the one where you mislead the opponentteam with your eyes? I tried talking to Kenma-san but he just ranaway,” Kageyama said. “Why is everyone running away from me,”he added in a much quieter voice.

“What’s that about?” Akaashi suddenly spoke up, turning hisgaze to you. “I wanna hear about that, too.”

You found yourself under the pressure two pairs of blue eyes boringinto you with expectation in their gaze. Both your crush and one ofthe most talented setters you’ve ever met were looking up to youfor guidance.

You smiled to yourself. It still wouldn’t be something you do everyday but maybe getting out of your comfort zone wasn’t so bad afterall?

[girls-scenarios]

The Statement

Idol: Wonyoung (IZ*ONE)

Prompt: Izone Wonyoung and idol reader is at isac together and while idol reader is interacting with fans, fans notice that the reader and wonyoung have matching rings and everyones like "tHeYRe dAtInG ThEY hAvE tO bE dAtInG HhHhHHhHHhH" and in the end the couple admits theyre dating uwu thank youuuuuu

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I am seriously SO excited that we are FINALLY getting an IZ*ONE comeback! I was so sad when my pre-order was canceled back in November, it was the one refund I never wanted to get, but finally! Our girls are back! I can’t wait to see them again, I’ve missed them so much. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, and please support IZ*ONE and their comeback!

You hadn’t really been thinking when you slipped the ring on your finger that fateful morning. It was more out of habit than anything else as you sleepily got ready for the long, taxing day ahead of you. The Idol Star Athletics Championships were never easy. You’d been training for weeks leading up to the championships, before and after your normal promotions, so you were to tired to think about what the simple ring on your finger could ignite.

“Don’t be too obvious when you interact with IZ*ONE,” your leader warned you as you got in the car, sending you a look. “In fact, probably don’t interact with Wonyoung at all in front of the cameras.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You were pretty used to this by now, so you yawned and leaned your head against the window, pulling out your phone to send a text to your girlfriend. “I’ve got it. Don’t worry.”

-Good morning and good luck! I’m sure you’ll be amazing as always

Wonyoung’s response was almost automatic.

-Good morning and good luck to you too! I can’t wait to see you!

You smiled at the long list of emojis she added to the end of her text, then laughed softly when she sent you a selfie of her and a sleeping Yena, the other girl’s mouth half open.

-She’s gonna kill you for that

-But it was just too funny kekeke

-See you soon! Maybe lol

Your manager started to talk, probably saying something important, so you put away your phone and tuned in, trying your best not to fall asleep.

-

The building was crowded, teeming with life despite the early hour, and as your group shoved through the back area, you caught sight of IZ*ONE walking towards you. A smile spread across your face and you ignored the snickers from your group as Wonyoung smiled brightly back, waving her long arms at you in greeting.

There wasn’t enough time for a proper talk in the rush of preparations. As the two groups politely (and a little awkwardly) greeted each other, you quickly reached out, catching Wonyoung’s hand and laughing as she blew you a kiss. Thankfully, there were no cameras back here before the competitions started, so this wasn’t against the rules. You touched the familiar ring on her finger affectionately before letting go, turning back to watch her pass.

“Good luck!” She called, waving again, and you waved back.

“You too, see you later!”

“You’re so whipped,” one of your group members said with a laugh as they turned back to look at you, and you shrugged, used to the teasing by now.

“Okay, but I’m dating Wonyoung. Of course I’m whipped for her.” Energized by her touch, you moved forward with a quick step, throwing an arm around your member’s shoulder. “Let’s get ready to win some competitions!”

-

Most of the day went by uneventfully. As soon as the cameras were on, you avoided IZ*ONE and pretended you were much more interested in the competitions and fans. All ISAC recordings went by mostly the same, so you knew the script. You had all of your best reactions in store, and you knew exactly what groups to interact with to make your fans scream the most. You’d also trained enough to be confident in winning your competitions, and even if you lost, it wasn’t that big of a deal to you.

This was just ISAC. It didn’t matter that much.

Eventually, you found yourself bored enough to leave the circle of your group and wander over to the area where your fans were seated. As you approached, they began to cheer, and you grinned, waving your arms excitedly and jumping to make them cheer louder.

You would just entertain yourself this way for a while.

-

The night was almost done when your leader let out a surprised hiss and caught your wrist.

“I thought I told you not to even look at IZ*ONE,” they whispered, pulling you aside, and you raised your eyebrows, confused.

“What do you mean? I haven’t done anything.”

“Look what’s trending.” Your leader pushed their phone into your face and your mouth dropped slightly, your heart stopping.

There on the screen was your name, trending right there beside Wonyoung’s name and the names of your groups. But why? You were sure you hadn’t done anything. Had someone who worked there exposed the two of you?

“What’s going on?” You asked, feeling a little lightheaded.

“That’s what I wanted to know.”

Hesitantly, you clicked on one of the hashtags. Then your heart sank. It wasn’t an employee. It was fan photos of the matching rings.

“Well, shit,” one of your group members said, peering over your shoulder and wincing. “That’s going to be hard to dispute. Those are obviously couple rings.”

“Why would you wear a couple ring to an event like this?” Your leader said, looking a little pale, and you shuddered, shaking your head.

You really weren’t looking forward to what your manager was going to say.

-

Surprisingly. your manager actually didn’t seem too upset. Instead, he just sighed and ran his hand over his face like he’d seen this coming for ages.

“Figure it out,” he told you, “the company is breathing down my neck because they want to make a statement.”

“Aren’t they going to deny it?”

“I don’t know. They said they wanted to consult you. Plus, they’re also talking to IZ*ONE’s company about the issue.”

“Oh. I guess I’ll call Wonyoung tonight then.” You couldn’t help but feel some anxiety as your manager nodded and walked away, leaving you alone to walk into the dorm. Your members decided that the teasing could wait for the night and didn’t say anything as you headed for your room. Your roommate even settled down onto the couch, allowing you some much-appreciated privacy.

Wonyoung answered the phone after the first ring.

“I’m guessing you saw the news,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “The fans saw our rings.”

“I saw,” you said, falling back onto your bed. “I didn’t even think before I put the ring on this morning.”

“Me neither. I didn’t think fans would notice.” She sighed and you could hear the nerves in her voice. “My manager is upset with me. But the company said it’s up to me if we want to reveal it or deny it.”

“It would be hard to deny it,” you admitted, feeling horrible. You wished there was something you could do to make her feel better. “My company said the same thing though.... What should we do?”

“I don’t know. I’m really nervous.” She sniffled on the other end of the line. “I’m too afraid to check the trending tags to see what people are saying.”

“I know. If you want, then we can deny it,” you assured her. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

For a moment, the both of you were quiet. Then she sighed. “I don’t think anyone would believe us if we denied it. And plus, I love you. I don’t want to deny that.”

Your heart swelled with affection and you bit your lip, conflicted. “I love you too. But I don’t want to do anything that might hurt you.”

“Yeah.... How do you think our fans are reacting?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been too nervous to check too. But what I saw when we looked at the hashtag earlier was all positive. And I know that people have been more accepting of idol relationships recently.”

“You’re right....”

Swallowing, you made your decision. You loved Wonyoung, and you didn’t want to hide it. And your real fans would understand that. “I’m okay with revealing it if you are. I love you so much, Wonyoung. And I’m willing to take responsibility for whatever happens in the future. I don’t want to be forced to leave your side.”

“I love you too,” she said, a slow smile showing through in her voice. “I’m scared, but I think I’m ready. Since I have you, I’m ready. Can we see each other soon? Please?”

“As soon as possible,” you promised, smiling again. “I can never stay away from you, you know that.”

She giggled. “I know. So should I tell my company to confirm it?”

“Yes.” You were confident in your decision. “I’ll tell my company too. And whatever happens we’ll brave together.” You were nervous, yes. But it would hurt worse to pretend. You were ready to face the truth, and so was she.

“Now that we have that settled, I just want to talk to you. You did amazing today,” she said, and the pressure lifted off your shoulders. You smiled and settled into your bed, feeling much more at ease. You couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend.

“So did you. You’re always amazing, though. My wonderful, brave, amazing girlfriend.”