#CANT U FEEL MY HEART BEAT SLOW

[dinogoofymutated]

So I'm warming up to the idea of Cable now with this new animation style. And now I can't help but imagine a mutant reader seeing him shirtless for the first time 👉🏽👈🏽. Maybe she's helping him treat a wound he cant reach on his back and he's too worn out to rely on his telekinesis for it. Sure she knows that he has a metal arm. Techno-organic viruses were nasty business. But she never imagined she'd get to see the stark contrast of metal and flesh up close. Just a tender moment where she gets to see him at his most vulnerable. Preferably sfw. Sorry if this is too long winded or specific. Really love your writing and enjoy what you share with us regardless if u choose this one or not 🫶🏽

SFW!Cable/GN!Reader OOOOGHHHH when I tell you I have been thinking about this since you sent me the ask!! I've been dying to write this but forced myself to follow a schedule :( I've never really been a Cable girly but this scenario has been in my head non-stop! I just hope this fic does the same to others!!! Speaking of which, I hope this isn't too OOC for him! This also might get a pt 2 with some smooching 😘

Read pt. 2 Here :)

-Ps- Heads up, finals week is coming up for me and I have a lot of essays and work to do. my writing is sadly going to slow down a bit. I don't think I'm going to close requests for now but it's not out of the realm of possibility! TWs: Can't really think of any. Gross depictions of techno-organic shit. As always, Reader written while picturing fem! but no pronouns mentioned. The reader is short in this one, sorry to all my Amazonian friends.

    Prime sentinels were like wasps. Squashing one could be relatively easy with the right tools, but it was difficult to handle multiples at once. It had been a rough day, and your ears were still ringing from the sounds of blaster fire when you got to the safe house. Your hands are shaking from the adrenaline, body exhausted from overusing your mutant powers. Bruises are forming all over you, and despite the pain and soreness, you know you got off easy compared to Cable. 

    He’s got an arm slung around your shoulder, using you as a crutch as you help him limp over to the table- although you’re sure you’re not a very good one, too short for him to properly lean on. His gun clanks on the floor as he sits, grunting as the movement sends shooting pains through his body. You can tell his left arm is aching, the techno-organic virus fighting to beat the telekinetic powers keeping them still. You weren’t the only one who overdid it today, but you also weren’t the one who had to keep a virus from eating you alive.

    Once Cable is settled, the routine starts. You cautiously make a round through the safe house, making sure blinds are drawn and entryways secured. Usually, the task was split between the two of you, being faster and safer than it would be alone- but he would take it over when you were badly hurt. It was only natural that you would do the same. You feel the sting of anxiety and worry in your heart. Cable had saved your ass today. He had done so many times, but normally the fighting wasn’t this extreme. You had been stupid, and he was suffering the consequences. 

    A series of pained grunts lead you back into the kitchen once you’ve finished, and you can tell Cable is pissed just by the tone of them. You’re facing his back when you walk in, noticing the large red stain that spans across the width of his shoulders. You try to hide the worry on your face as you approach him. He has the medkit sprawled out on the counter, sorting through the various items in it.

    “Can’t believe this thing doesn’t have a damn mirror.” He grunts. You hum in response, looking him over before examining the items on the table.

    “What do you need a mirror for?” You ask, voice coming out a little hoarse. You clear your throat, must be from the smoke earlier. Cable sends you a look, tossing his head towards his back. You mouth an “oh” before looking at him, unable to hide your worried expression. You’d seen him stitch his wounds up with his telekinesis before, when the fight was all guns and no powers. An action like that was child’s play for someone of his capabilities. For him to actively avoid it, and the way his arm seemed to be bothering him more than normal… It made you worried. It made you feel guilty. 

    You look down at the suture kit, open on the table from where Cable had unzipped it, and then look back at him, wordlessly asking. He gives you a cautious look for a moment, before it shifts into something much softer. He doesn’t bother nodding, choosing to simply take his shirt off instead.

    You blush a little but quickly get to work, grabbing a pair of gloves and pulling them on. They’re too big for you, meant to fit Cable’s sturdy hands instead of your own smaller ones. You try not to get distracted by the sight of him shirtless as you pick up what you need and get behind him. The air has shifted between the two of you, forming into something a little more intimate. Something that builds itself on words unspoken, truths that neither of you is quite ready to communicate yet.

    His back is broad and beautiful, dotted with scars and bruises. The gash on his shoulders is from a stray blast, starting at the top of his left shoulder and ending at the lower shoulder blade of his right. 

    You’re not sure if you had been ready to see the cut-off between flesh and metal.

    The cords of metal attach to the skin of his shoulder in a way that makes your skin crawl. They sprout from underneath the skin, winding against each other in a way that makes no clear sense to you. The top layers of skin are rough, keloid scarring having formed at the impasse of skin and metal. It's horrific, the way the virus has both eaten and forced its way under the skin. The top of the gash is somewhat deep, the deep inner cording revealed by the wound cutting through the top of his skin has you unable to look away despite the horror that has taken you.

   “I can feel you staring, you know.” Cable’s rumbling voice causes you to snap back to reality.

    “Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” You trail off, not fully able to place the words. He sighs, and you mistake it for annoyance. You quickly get back on track and begin to disinfect the wound. Cable hardly flinches as you do so. You’re overly cautious as you stitch him up, focusing on each stitch being perfectly placed. You know they wouldn’t stay for long. Cable had a habit of tearing his stitches. You hope that maybe you’d be able to keep that from happening this time.

   You place both hands on his shoulder blades when you are done. The nerves have worn off as the pseudo-doctor in you took over. You’re trying to examine the stitches, but find that your attention keeps being drawn back to that stark contrast of his shoulder. If Cable notices, he doesn’t say anything. You glance at the back of his head, trying to gauge what he’s feeling. 

    Your left hand drifts a little. Cable shudders as your thumb gently traces that line of scarring, the metal of his arm feeling extra cold compared to the heat of his skin. You’re waiting for him to say something. To tell you to back off. To grumble and shake you off and avoid speaking to you like he used to when you first started to work together- when he was so determined not to get attached. 

   But he doesn’t say anything. Not at first, anyway. The tenseness of his shoulders slowly gives as the gentle touching morphed into more purposeful touches, working the stiff muscles- what was left of the organic ones, anyway. 

    It’s intimate. It’s quiet. It’s… nice. Part of you wishes it would last a little longer. Part of you wishes he would let you touch him like this more often. 

    Cable stiffens again as the thought crosses your mind, recoiling away from you. He stands suddenly, turning around to face you. His towering stature used to make you nervous out of fear. Now you’re nervous for a completely different reason. Part of you had forgotten about the glimpses he takes into your mind. A flicker of anxiety ignites when you realize how much he might have seen. The two of you just look at each other for a moment, his brown eyes hard compared to the softness from earlier. You hadn’t meant to think so much. You didn’t think he was horrific. It was the virus. What it was doing to him. The energy and effort it takes out of him. That was what scared you.

    Cable was used to the stares. The horror. Most recoiled at the sight of his flesh. It only made sense to him when you did too.

    But Nathan… Nathan wasn’t ready for the depth of your thoughts. The care in your eyes. He wasn’t ready for the depth of his own feelings. The ones that cause such a storm within him. The ones that cause him to be stupid. The ones that make him focus more on saving you than the goal of every mission.

    “Is this… Are we okay?” You ask. He didn’t need to be a telepath to sense the fear that has swelled within you. Most of your emotions were always written on your face. It made things easier for him when he didn’t have to search for your thoughts. That hardness in his eyes softens yet again, and he glances away for a moment. 

    “... Yeah.” Is all he says. His heart feels light when you finally smile at him, even though an underlying nervousness still resides behind that smile. You let out a relieved sigh, and he can’t bear to look at you any longer. Instead, he sits back down. He faces away from you, giving you the space to finish taking care of the wound on his back. 

    You don’t realize how late it is until you’re finished, and the mess on the counter has been cleaned and contained back in the medkit. The two of you sit together as you eat. The food isn’t great- consisting of an MRE that’s not exactly as advanced as the futuristic weapons and technology would lead you to believe. He doesn’t say anything when you lean on his shoulder, or when your breathing evens out, having fallen asleep on his side.

  The aches and pains don’t really bother Nathan as he carries you to bed, but the thoughts of you, your feelings, your thoughts… Those keep him awake longer than any wound would.

[poetryandfluffycats]

Just one time~

A/N: I'm working on requests I swear I just found this in my drafts and felt the need to post🤍

Pairing: Izumi Sena x fem!reader

Warnings: very suggestive, dub-con, izumi is a bitch, mentions of makoto, yandere themes, biting, established friendship

Content: Izumi is your friend, a close friend, he'd never do anything to hurt you. You hardly even notice when he starts getting a bit too close for comfort.

Words: 1.5k

Oneshot under cut!

It started out slow. So slow you didn't realize what was happening.

You'd see Izumi in the halls. He'd greet you and you'd greet him. He'd ask how you were, you'd ask how he was.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Then the texts came.

"How was your day?" "Are you busy" "Do you wanna hang out?"

Still normal, still friendly. You were always happy to talk to one of Yumenosakis top models, so you'd answer him.

"it was good" "nope, not busy" "yeah, sure:)"

You'd hang out together. He'd take you out to lunch, or shopping, or he'd invite you back to his dorm to watch a movie. It was always a good time, you'd always have fun.

Sometimes his hands would linger on you, or his hugs would last longer than needed, but you just wrote it off as him being affectionate. Maybe he was this touchy-feely with all his friends? You preferred over him being rude and unpleasant towards you, like he was to most people, so you never said anything.

Besides, what was the worst that could happen?

Soon, his texts started to become more frequent.

"i'm bored, wanna come over?" "did you see the photos from my shoot?" "are you awake? i cant sleep"

Still, you didn't mind.

He was charming, kind and fun to be around. He had such a way with words that could make any girl swoon. It was hard not to blush at how much attention he was giving you. And also hard not to notice how mind-blowingly atractive he was.

He was everything a guy should be and more.

And he seemed to like you alot.

So, you kept texting him. You'd always say yes to his invitations. You were happy to oblige, happy to ignore the lingering touchs and longing looks, and you quickly found Izumi becoming one of your best friends.

It wasn't until the texts started to become more forward that you started to notice something wrong.

"mao and kuro are out, come see me;)" "wish u were here" "are u alone right now?"

They were... odd, to say the least. But once again, you tried to write it off as Izumi just being Izumi. He was always flirtatious, but there was no way these texts meant anything right? After all, he was in love with Makoto Yuuki, right?

Right?

...

"can u come over? so lonely:("

You were about to reply when another text popped up.

"need u here"

Your heart fluttered at the message, you couldn't tell whether it was from excitement or uneasiness. He needed you. You were wanted, that was a good thing, right? You had gone over to his dorm at night many times before, even slept over before, surely this time wouldn't be any different.

Not giving yourself any more time to dwell on your doubts, you typed out a response.

"on my way"

...

The walk to Izumis dorm was a long one, since he lived on the top floor, but thankfully it gave you enough time to compose yourself and beat down that growing feeling of anxiety in your stomach. There was nothing weird about wanting to spend time with a friend, that's all he wanted to do. Hang out, watch a movie, talk late into the night then go to bed. Just an ordinary sleepover. He would never try and...

No, it was wrong to think that. You shook the thought out of your head, quickening your pace. He wouldn't do that, not to you.

Not to a friend.

The anxiety didn't stop however, even as you stood in front of Izumis door. Your hand trembled as you raised it to knock on the door, and you let out a surprised yelp when it opened almost immediately. Almost as if he had been waiting right by it.

Izumi stood leaning against the door frame, his usual smirk playing on his lips. "I was starting to think you wouldn't come," His eyes scanned up and down your body and his smile grew wider, "you look nice"

"Oh, uh, thank you..." You mumbled, feeling your cheeks flush red. It wasn't like you had gotten dressed up to see him or anything, just wearing a plain crop top and sweatpants set, but if he thought you looked nice then it must have been true. Izumi did have pretty high standards of woman after all.

"Are you going to come in? Mao and Kuru are out, so we have the whole dorm to ourselves... its quite romantic, don't you think?" He winked at you, the redness in your cheeks intensifying under his gaze.

You took a step into the dorm, forcing a smile and giving the silver haired male a playful nudge on the shoulder. "If you wanted romantic you should've invited Yukki-kun over, not me" You teased, trying to lighten the atmosphere as much as humanly possible.

"Well, I didn't" The playful tone in Izumis voice was suddenly replaced by a more serious one, his smirk falling and curling down into a frown. He stepped in front of you, effectively trapping you between himself and the wall and blocking you from going further into the dorm.

You swallowed. His perfume was strong and intoxicating, clouding your senses. He smelt so good...

"I invited you, so lets not talk about Yukki-kun, alright?" He rested his forehead against yours, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His voice dropped down to a whisper, hot breath fanning over your lips, "How about we just focus on each other, huh?"

You knew where this was headed, and you hated it.

"S-Sena, please" You whimpered, pressing your hands flat against his chest in a feeble attempt to push him off. However, he refused to move, his hands snaking down your body to firmly grasp your hips and pull you flush against him.

Izumi hummed, ignoring the discomfort in your voice and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, "So annoying... god you smell good, its driving me crazy..."

Panic began to rise in your stomach again, the earlier feeling of unease from your walk here returning on full blast. He wasn't stopping. Why wasn't he stopping? You pushed at this chest again, harder this time, but he didn't even budge an inch. He simply chuckled, tightening his grip on your hips to the point where it was almost painful.

You needed to get out of there somehow. You couldn't let him take advantage of you. Not like this.

"Please Sena! You're scaring me-AuGH!-"

Your plead was cut short as a pair of teeth sunk deep into your neck, mere centimetres away from your pulse point. In fact, if he moved any closer he'd be ripping your throat out. The message was clear.

Shut up and stay still, or else.

"If you really care about me, you'll let me do this" He whispered, retracting his teeth from your neck and soothing the bruising mark with his tongue, "Don't you care about me? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I-I care about you, you're my best friend! Its just-"

"Just what? Are you really that selfish? I need this! Just let me have you goddammit! I need you!"

You gasped at the outburst, the panic that had been bubbling in your chest finally exploding as tears began to run down your cheeks. Izumi had never raised his voice at you before, he never shouted at you. And it terrified you.

Noticing the tears on your cheeks, his grip on you softened, his previous look of hunger and lust turning into one of guilt and shame. He took a step away, running his hands through his hair and sighing heavily.

"Shit, (name), I'm so sorry, please don't cry" He reached out to grab your hands, bringing them to his chest, "I shouldn't have yelled, I know you're scared but... please... I need this, I need you to trust me"

You stared down at your hands on his chest, a small part of you finding the gesture oddly comforting. Maybe this was how things were meant to be? Even after his outburst, he was so calm in his tone. So sure of himself, so sure of what he was saying even if it did sound obscene. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to help him out.

What type of best friend doesn't help her best friend out when he needed it?

You meet his gaze. He was so desperate, so vulnerable, so lustful. It was a look you'd only ever seen him direct at Makoto, the man he supposedly loved with all his heart, yet here he was using it towards you.

It confused you.

Why was he looking at you like that when he was meant to be in love with Makoto?

But that didn't matter in this moment, not to Izumi at least. All that mattered was him getting what he wanted, and what he wanted was you.

"Just one time right? That's all you need?" You mumbled, your voice barely audible.

He nodded eagerly, that oh so familiar smirk returning to his lips, "Of course, one time. I'll never ask again, I promise"

You bit your lip, thinking over the situation just one more time. It was just one time, one time then he'd go back to Makoto and then things would go back to normal, right? One time...

"O-okay, you can have me"

[beefboyandbabygirl]

if you’re requests are open i saw a tweet abt this couple on a date and when they kissed, his apple watch started beeping bc of an abnormal heart rate and i just couldnt help but think of vernon getting all awkward and red and shy,,,,, like he wants to play it cool in front of you but in reality he’s been pining for nearly a year and is nearly shitting his pants bc he finally got you JWDDKLZDOEKDIDK

this is so cute and hilarious i cant

Heart-b-b-beat

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

pairing: vernon x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, established ish relationship (like its a relatively new relationship okay u get it)

warnings: kissing, implications and thoughts of sex so MDNI!!! (even tho its very subtle idk im just being safe), uhh very detailed descriptions of being in love? plz lmk if theres more this feels strangely short lol

quotes from beefboy: "hes such a LITTLE CUTIEPIE", "maybe i can write vernon i just have to copy ur style" (that one made me proud)

wordcount: 708

I have no fucking idea what to do.

That was what Vernon thought to himself. Every. Single. Day. Every single day since you started dating. 

He was happy, of course. That was the problem. He was so indescribably, extraordinarily, pathetically happy and in love with you that the nerve endings going from his brain to his body had begun to malfunction on a daily basis. The feeling was bittersweet. On one hand he had never felt better in his life, and on the other he was fully panicking because he wanted so bad to show you and tell you how incredible it felt to be yours. 

“Vernon? Vernon.”

He blinked a couple of times before his eyes landed on you. 

God. You. 

His hands were doing something weird, and he was all of the sudden too aware of his posture and did his hair look okay? Did you think he was annoying? Maybe you thought he was thinking perverted thoughts, and it wasn’t like that would be the first time, but you couldn't know that! 

“Yes, sorry. Hi. I'm here."

That was so fucking lame. 

You giggled. “It’s okay. What were you spacing out about?” 

Your grabbed the straw in your drink to take a sip. If you gave him that look while having your lips wrapped around that stupid paper tube for one more second, he was going to pass out. 

“Oh, uh- Uh, nothing.” 

For a moment too long he forgot about looking back at your eyes after having ogled at your lips (beautiful, plump, lipglossed  lips-), so he tried to be casual about it and flick his gaze towards the table behind you, or the waiter passing by. 

Smooth as hell. 

“My eyes are up here, you know.” 

Nevermind.

“Sorry, I was just- Sorry, I swear I'm paying attention now.”

And he was. Oh, how he was paying attention. He was paying attention to your melodious laugh, and the cute way your nose scrunched up, and your hand raising to rest under your chin. Then you made eye contact with him. Deep eye contact. He could’ve sworn nobody had ever looked this deep into his eyes. He felt very naked under your gaze. 

Not that he minded that. 

“You can kiss me, you know?”

The restaurant suddenly felt all swirly and trippy, like the funhouse at an amusement park. He mentally replayed your words in slow motion to be sure he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear. This was what he had needed. A push. A sign. And you had given it to him, so casually like you were asking if he could pass you the salt, and he finally felt like he could function properly. 

“Do you want me to?” 

Yes. That was so confident and hot. 

Your answer was a simple nod, followed by a stern yes, and admittedly your demanding tone was doing things to his body as his lips met yours. If he was happy before, he had no idea what this feeling was. He couldn’t even imagine a word for it existing. It was a buzz flowing all the way from the tips of his toes, to the crown of his head. It was a bright glowing warmth radiating from his heart to the surface of his skin, and your skin was equally bright and beaming and it felt like he was melting into you. The table was spinning, all sounds of clinking glasses and strangers chatting were muted, and it was just you and him. Just you and him, in a little empty, undisclosed pocket in time and space. 

“What was that?”

Apparently his body was still in shut-down mode because he hadn’t felt his Apple Watch vibrating and going off on his wrist in the middle of the best kiss ever. 

‘High Heart Rate

Your heart rate rose to above 120 bpm, while you seemed to be-’

A teasing smile crept up on your face, only centimeters away, as Vernons eyes left the text on the screen. 

“You wanna leave?” 

“What? No I’m fine, my watch was just alerting me-”

“I'm not talking about your watch, babe. I'm asking. Do you wanna leave?” 

Oh.

Oh…

Vernon had never left a chair that fast in his life.

[kisaraslover]

DO U HAVE ANY BLUESHIPPING FIC REC?????PLEASENIMSTARVINGKSKSKKS

anon kskkasak ITS FINE ILL SAVE YOU OK? here goes:

Scenes from a Kaiba Marriage and Temptation by my blueshipping queen @kisara-kaiba as the opening. the peak of modern life blueshipping fluff, very lovesick, when im reading them its heart full, head empty. youre gonna be lucky to start them now cuz ill be rereading and drawing scenes from them this week👀. itll be like premium fanfic reading.

Enjambment -> this fic might be the single best written blueshipping fic by the virtue of MIRRORING their encounter in ancient Egypt beat by beat, including BOTH of their character arcs and the netflix show vibe of suspense and the sharp, cold and bleak setting is chefs kiss. changed my brain chemistry. still one of my favorite portrayals of Kisara.

Maiden with Eyes of Blue -> Sometimes time needs to slow down and a single scene should be a character study/ hashing out of things you needed acknowledged by canon, the situation is ESPECIALLY dire for Seto Kaiba as ive made my feelings on his writing known many times. This is it. Kisara isnt reincarnated in this one though, but her love for him can be felt in the air. Ngl you could just incorporate this into post canon and it would be fine. canon compliant+ canon enriching.

Shades of Water, Ice, and Sky -> I'm skimming through each fic to see what they were about and i just gotta say: why so heart-wrenching if so short?? theyre in love your honor.

Their Promise: Book I -> ok gonna be honest w you i havent finished this one and the main reason is that i cant go past the SPECTACULAR first chapter. ive started and failed to draw it in its entirety. i open it, i chew on the first chapter like a rabid dog, i close it more often than not. the second reason is it has a lot more angst and heartbreak than most blueship fics do and im weak to that sort of thing. still, if we follow their ancient egypt encounter beat by beat, which is a fantastic way of following and enriching the canon, their first meeting needs to be as kids with him saving her from a cage. chefs kiss.

who are you? -> JUST the right amount of Seto Kaiba immediate fixation obsession on Kisara (which means insanely obsessed)

You Will Crave Your Ancient Roots -> this is so good and so heartbreaking man. Seto and Atem are shot back into ancient Egypt and Seto is only able to slightly alter the events around Kisara. hes fated to fall for that woman every single time and *starts sobbing*

Ancient Rules -> all i gotta say is this Seto Kaiba gives me brainworms. hes chuck full of Passion and Cockiness and Insanity. blueshippers sometimes take out his insanity. he is very unsettling here i love it. Kisara is truly at his mercy..

never forget your first dream -> fem!Set and Kisara in ancient Egypt, this story twists more than just Seto's gender. im a yuri seto truther so its great to have written proof of it. jokes aside, very well characterized Set and Kisara, rich writing.

One in Forty -> pretty short but this one fundamentally changed how i viewed Kisara's canon influence over BEWD cards and her constant and unbendable favor around Seto. canon compliant + canon enriching.

ok so these are the cream of the crop for ME personally, might have forgotten some in my other folders, i might have missed reading some, its probably not all encompassing. but frankly ive liked and saved fics for a single resounding line, single funny joke, one interesting implication about the story or the characters the author wrote up so in my heart theyre all worth checking out, always. fanfic writers are carrying this ship on their backs and theyre all 9 ft tall and im just walking around them, clearing the path, giving them a sip of water and snacks etc. so THANK YOU BLUESHIPPING AUTHORS I LOVE YOUUUUUU

[missegyptiana]

TIME SLOWS DOWN WHENEVER YOURE AROUNDDDD I CAN FEEL MY HEART ITS BEATING IN MY CHEST DID YOU FEEL IT I CANT PUT THIS DOWNNNNNNN. BUT CAN YOU FEEL THIS MAGIC IN THE AIR IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE WAY YOU KISSED ME FELL IN LOVE WHEN I SAW U STANDING THERE IT MUST OF BEEN THE WAYYYEEEE

[swaggypsyduck]

Yall I’m new to stanning football. I came here straight from the world cup and I’m not gonna lie this shit is beating my ass. Is it always in the mud like this? I chose psg because that seems like the best option because they got messi, neymar, and mbappe who are literally the three players that caught my attention during the tournament! Yall I really thought this was going to be fun. 😭 What’s going on? Why does everything feel so confused and chaotic (not in a good energetic way, more like headless chicken running kind of way) but also weirdly sluggish and slow? Yall I don’t understandddddddd. It’s like the team has four different personalities all at once? It’s so… unpleasing to watch yall it was not like this during the world cup. 😭

I hope they get better. But I’ve been reading the psg girlies on tumble and … it seems like nobody has hope it’s going to get better? I mean surely it will? Right? I feel like everybody has given up on the season and I’m scared. 😭 I hope Kylian feels better soon. I was thinking maybe we can do trades with other teams but apparently business hours is already closed and will next open in the summer? The fuck? But we dont got anyone? And almost everyone is dropping like flies? What happens if the big guy on the fishnet gets a flue or just gets sick in general? We just dont get anyone?

Also the coach looks like he should be in a martin scorsese film with robert de niro and joe pesci. The fuck is he doing on the pitch tho?

We need to bounce back QUICK! We need positive vibes! Energy! We need God to be honest but I feel like I’ve spent all my credit with him praying for Messi to win the world cup. My account with God is all maxed out. Yall. I cant sleep until I figure this shit out. Somebody do something!

Do we have a secret weapon? Like what is the plan here? What is plan b? Oh my goddddd. This parasocial relationship is with these players really do beating my ass. I’m out here worried for them!

hi anon! wow this is a doozy. ill try to break down my response but idk if it'll do ur rant justice LOL

1) Welcome newcomer! as u may have seen in the world cup, if there's one thing someone should tell u before u enter the football world is that ABSOLUTELY NOTHING is guaranteed. you could have the strongest defense, the best goalie, gamemaster midfielders, and strikers w amazing finishes and you'll still lose to an underdog team who has better teamwork and chemistry. or just one player decides "uk what? imma earn my paycheck today" and demolishes the other team.

2) psg is a joke. ill tell u right now. lose any and all expectations. we clown on them bc even if they played shit before but at least they were winning. now they're playing shit and LOSING! and thats the problem we have. the 4 personalities at once thing is absolutely correct. you have 3 well seasoned forwards who are used to being the "it" strikers of their team. on top of that we have NO MIDFIELD AND A SHIT MANAGER WHO CANT GET A TACTIC OUT OF HIS ASS EVEN IF I SHOVED IT IN THERE MYSELF!!!... sorry i lost it a bit there lol.

3) as yes transfer window closing. see that's also Galtier and that fuckin toad incharge of players who DIDN'T MAKE A TRANSFER UNTIL LAST MINUTE AND LET CHELSEA FUCK THEM OVER. and sorry to burst ur bubble but there's a chance key players might leave/retire by that summer so lets hope they promise them to bring in an actual proper midfield by then.

4) So another thing to consider if one of the reasons u chose psg was for messi... i wouldnt. This isn't his club. this is his retirement club. ramos too actually. they've finished their careers. they actually have absolutely nothing to lose LOL. messi's heart will always be in barcelona. as in he literally knows nothing else except barça

5) injuries suck. but they are a part of the game. if u play any contact sport u know the feeling. even non-contcact sports there r still big injuries. everyone is hoping kylian gets better soon. he needs all the rest he can get 🤲🏼.

6) Our secret weapon? BHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! prayers i guess. nah im kidding. but there really isn't any secret weapon unless u count galtier deciding to pick up a tactic book? or leaving and getting replaced by pep or zidane. to use ur weapon analogy we have a dented shield that still works (defense) and a bunch of bullets (forwards) but no gun (midfield) to load them.

7) ik u were joking about that last part but the parasocial relationship?? do ur absolute best to minimize it. like as someone who's been watching the beautiful game since i was a kid its okay and fun to joke about it and worry/send love to ur faves but u have to remember: those are grown ass men getting payed hundreds of millions to kick a ball around while those in their cities that pay to watch them are in heating/housing crisis. so when we eat the rich ill be cutting them up w tears uk?

hope this helped LOL.

[satorisoup]

omigod i can go on for HRS !!!!!!!!!

madoka magica at first glance is a cute magical girl show but it’s a psychological horror:3

kiznaiver is abt these ppl who’s pain is linked it’s crazy and angel beats is HORRIBLE I CANT EVEN SAY WHAT ITS AB ITS JUST HEART BRRAKING.

nah i totally understand what u mean about aot, it’s a little slow in the beginning but it definitely gets better throughout the seasons

IM GOOD!!! i’ve literally been asleep the entire day euu

EEEK miss mari !! (^∀^*) hello hello ma love !! m’ getting cozy after work right now, it’s such a treat to see you in my inbox after a long day !! <3

WAHHH oh my !! a horror & an angst anime ?? :0 i actually adore any kind of horror so that one might be right up my alley teehee !! >//< i might have to read into angel beats… my heart may not be able to handle it i fear SOB !! T^T

UWAHHH m’ glad someone understands SNIFFLE !! </3 my best friend loves aot and i always feel bad for not knowing much about it T^T i might have to give it a second chance methinks… we will see !! ^_^

SOBSOB i wish i could sleep the whole day </3 my body always wakes me up early !! i’ve been trying to sleep in lately and 9am seems to be the latest i can stay asleep !!

TEEHEE how are you doin’ lately mari ?? anything new ?? do you have any selfships with anyone ?? I MUST KNOW !! ^_^ m’ sending you all of my bestest wishes and giving you a big smoochie !! MWUUUAH !! <3

[lustfillollipop]

This is my last time

Hear n said that a million times

Stole touching me and my heart

Emotions fucked from start

Get outta my life

Demonics n undertake my life

Go for it cuz I'm no good

I'll cloak too face covered w hood

Wild n smoked

Dark eyes meet bright

Feel forever revoked

Take me down w you

Cuz this level defeats me and you

What the fuck did I deserve

To get the deep end treading water hardly stayin above it

The man I once had

The one married to n ended bad

I hope he can forgive me

But hard for me to see the things clearly

But forever been a day

I cry instead of let laughter out anyway

I give my front n haven't got one

I need for much these days

N now my palms are sore

I don't wanna forgive and forget

Can we just act different n oretend we never met

Im rotting inside out

He's spelled every word in the spell perfectly out

Im tricked n hypnotized by all the words going through my ears n passed my eyes

Csnt seem to get Shit done

Stuck surfing n uncomfortable w people I thought used to be fun

Now dreary n dab n dull

I'm needing to move quick n now down from the addict

I'll slow my intake

I've met some huge big mistake

Im left dry n cold n sad

Shiverred under the blanket of memories of then

I want for u need

Help too much n out myself high uo to jump off the balcony

Flat I land 9 lives bullshit

Now im intro t if god faced w all the shit I forhot to repent n forgive

So my judgement times here

How'd thos stupid bitch slut whore do this time screw it bad or is she in the clear

Bitch is into clear alright but I think I need to see more n it'll be scary esoecially at night

I'm leah dumbass Cox who listens too much to people who don't talk

In my mind I met you

Now I'm ford Dr been searching to never let you

Go n slip away

But seems to be the ladder n im outta it all inckudibg you ..keft swiftly

I'm understood not at all

But im still trying to work throughmy mgk downfall

I cant n won't but ebd up

Doing exactly what i said it give up

Im emotional but have it less

With bkocked Shit out n I get all undressed

Bare naked n kinda a lady

Nothi g but bones skin n a beating heart maybe

That ticjs but not too much longer

I know times up me to pick or him on the side im not a kion mainly a cancer ctabby n swimming thirsty all the time

I wanted n got

Then I got unwanted Shit then skiooed up outta brain n forgot

Im easily forgotten

No impression left except the words I hit down...ventin

This is a call from the judge

Big guy hey u gimme some love

But then im kicking it out bubble surounded

Sad to say im me

Dry n not be yet founded

Divirced single n yet to g bigger

Shaved head growing little day by day unsealed mouth

No kissing sexual or any more coming out my mouth

Im sexually defiant

In the mood swing n rising up n down slowly

Between a rock but wanna be on

Now I feel some good stuff bouts to come on

He it or whatever tries to make me Help us someway anyway n it's doing its job now I know u can just me outta my funk come with me let's go not faking it mister for a the big trunk

I know that I'm smirking cuz im opposite of defiant u know I love u between n in me

Its not the first time for u

U seen this stupid type before n u hardly come thru

I'll find u n want u more but I know you're girl has demons w me n wants to even the score.

I don't wish that I didn't know

Imunfavored n not easy on the eyes like I maybe used to

Heavy u push in I feel your weight

Hips dig deep n within me u lay

I'm just trying to stay forever pull u in even more

Barley breathing n can see anyone around us anymore

My favorite thing n I gotta let u go

Cuz I put me in last n I like the front row

So when I are real ready singly tangible

U come back to me or just wait don't go

[ozdwibe]

july heat got me writing may to august

the longest poem i write could be anything

my rawest give, spontaneous overflow not enslaved

crude chaos left to VICE, origin plus progress

heard some oldy say, drunk verses his had no faults found

my drunk intents the same, my heart broken by hers, my heart broken by me, the songs that helped,

aesthetic.

my kadhal i kept locked in,

girl superficial chances with me, my brag real in potential

my kinetics my tech to fuck find out, find fuck out

my slow, result of my want to relevance

my strength eliot, his complex length

shoutout to ignorance, i know nothing nor do you

questions unanswered my might, words omitted mystery

halkat jawani my affiliation with the unknown

so intoxication i own,

unacceptability be purpose less rebellion

i take a moment savouring

my moment passing

my verse not intuit my verse modified

me pure, my sensitivity not, it all numb i harbour

less generalization for sake reputation

have tossed my cig, seen cig to corruption,

mistook sapien girl as my sapio muse

nakama captain beside me,

his wish broke i, for i his better

my ego i integrate, my lust too

my coherence for the elite

cant enough about me,

this write i continue till my high lows,

till no twice think about farts

creative juices uncurbed da

side chicks mine upkeep hope i grant second chances

i dont, so i haven't

ego holds notion of higher consciousness

limitations realities yet experienced

for this one too, dont end soon

y'all learn soon, autocorrect is autowrong

my mind goes hehehehe, mango ente ooril manga

this absurdity my legacy my drunkardness my time

my music my empowerment my moment for the life i love

google helps me, consequently i help it back

my courage boosted by the man made, the gods interfered

imma call her

give dopamine to myself

my young blood to impress her

her my imagination

all amagalamation,

gonna think of her

of alcohol

of being higher

of intergrating mistakes, of accepting the correct

of looking fine

quest freedom, evermore more

might decide for myself

like i said, i won't stop till the high, low matter nay

its not that deep, she knows, detached pisces

i know she likes me too, more when her blood gravitates

mahn these water signs, thier confusion with ease

bring simplicity, fire asks courage

what do i ask, only presence yours

lets stop compensate with imagination

teamwork, make manifestation work please

manz tryst with autopilot

alliteration, mistakes my strength

my inspo for more, this would take me to all the ones i image, my slow token to understand the why of slowers, my aim to make feel slow, my aim taken over my aime with the e, i lose track, im timebomb/ reminded of hope... i need to write more,,,,, my conversation, coherence soon

my argument with myself turns hope into answers

few personal space time cuts later, i sync with current sync

not living from one obsession to another

not about not doing, but about doing different

im going to let touch my heart, ill let hold it

i choose not to stand in way

this not bravado, this necessary

so long, having let not feel

pray consequences of own

this time embody wild, not talk

my immediate sucess is here

my success postponed

from all the plays delays

no touch to taste

this dirty song, that i judge

betray song!

my dirt song from all stories

the seen, the mislead

the trust of few, misused misflourished

my beat is all i know

my beat is all i can

you never know

i know

i can

no i no

beat is no know

no know

no can

i no u no

we both no no

what you get

you never know

what you can

feel outbeing

solace outbeing

ourbeing.

[hyunverse]

omfg i cannot imagine a life without fall. that is so tragic. the rory gilmore vibe is definitely there especially bc i live in nyc so you can really get the fall grasp yk ? YEA can we please talk about changbin in the samsung ad bc holy shit. he’s like. legit perfect. aren’t they all tho like isn’t that why we’re all here in the first place 🤭. i cant get enough of them

100% agree i can’t imagine having a s/o rn. tooooo much work and i’m just not mentally there yet yk 😭 the thought is a lot nicer than the reality of it

i can bet money that you would beat me and that i am far from a bowling prodigy 😔. i have no coordination whatsoever. i’m also extremely short with tiny hands and arms (me and felix are twins) so i’d look an absolute fool LMAO. and it is so cute we do the opposites at the same time but still can communicate like just little humans doing cute little human things on our little phones

cute minho pics 100% made my day better. his little pout i’m distraught <///3. this is my second day w an awful migraine idk what my deal is 💔. i hope your day was good tho and you get some good rest tonight love :)) i read some of your hyunjin stuff again before falling asleep last night and i swear i shed a tear. too much fluff for my sick heart hyunjin just makes me SOFT

- 🐈‍⬛

tragic innit 💔 i sound british ANYWAY. waa u live in nyc? that’s sickkkk. how’s life there like? i only ever see nyc people complain abt the rodents on the streets and random people tryna get u to listen to their mixtape 💀 i hope ure not. . . rodent infested? all jokes pls dont hate me </3 the seungmin kinnie in me popped out for a sec.

changbin’s biceps r so big it gives me the urge to sink my teef in them. go absolutely bonkers with it </3

during my last semester, my roommate had a boyfriend, and she would argue with her boyfriend pretty much everyday so it kind of made me not want one. because imagine finishing your assignments at 1am, and arguing with your boyfriend ‘til 4am? and then having to wake up at 6? i don’t think i can handle that. so many of my friends’ boyfriends ended up being a bit controlling too, not letting them go out and have fun with guy friends. (even with other girls around them!) i feel like at this age, i want the freedom to do anything i want, u get me? a boyfriend would definitely stop that.

it’s ok, i bowl funny too. i’m pretty sure the way i bowl the ball isn’t correct but we r all unique ‼️ who cares if im not swinging my arm right? LMAOO. i have long arms but my hands are tiny so i guess we’re matching at that too 😭 i love felix’s tiny hands. especially when they’re compared with hyune’s like. . . he got hyune looking like a whole gorilla 😟

u are my tiny silly little companion in my tiny silly little phone <3 i’m glad minho made u feel better, i hope your day is better today! i’m sorry to hear about your migraine, my love. have you taken painkillers? drink enough water and do take your meals on time or i will fly to nyc and do it for u. (this is a threat.) my day was so slow LMAO i did absolutely nothing! though i did receive exciting news — got a 4.0 gpa and into the dean’s list!! ‘m overjoyed!! spent the day laying as reward. (thats my excuse for being lazy) thank u for reading my fics hehe. comments like that make me wanna keep going :-) i wanna write a oneshot abt playing with his hair!!!

sending u warm hugs ^__^ with much love frm your rin <3

[woonhakist]

i will literally do a nose dive off the top of the empire state this is the most pain ive been in since jay was announced p10 in boys planet like my chest is pulsating w pain rn the combination of haemin and minkkumaz angst is absolutely deadly and should be banned in a minimum of 20 countries

ugh to think that haemin going out more often couldve been something as positive and simple as him just coming out of his shell but all it was was him wanting to stay away from reader holy shit the idea of someone going against their normal behaviors to stay away from u is such a painful thought and since this is JUNG HAEMIN it burns like my heart was thrown on those hot coals ppl walk on and left there forever like an incredibly overcooked steak

then the slow transition from a happy loving relationship to something completely onesided is like the most excruciatingly painful process to imagine and having to read it abt the loml has me rocking back and forth … someone fucking detain me before i go clinically insane “‘bye’ and not ‘i love you more’” please id rather have an anvil drop on my head like im wile e coyote than have to go through that

god and haemin practically discarding reader like they were nothing when all they wanted to do was talk to their boyfriend that they missed … i felt like i got shot through the heart and someone (HAEMIN) twisted the arrow like a little bitch then reader just took it and accepted the blame … oh the PAIN

and then the argument right after that … i dont even know where to start like i was lowkey touched by haemin being like “ik u get agitated when ur in public for too long” then everything got thrown out the window and stomped on at everything else he said afterwards like “i just want to live without u bothering me constantly” but reader just wants to be w u DAWG WHYYYY then holy shit the “it means im having a hard time pretending like i havent fallen out of love w u” right after it srsly ran me over a minimum of 100 times then walked away like nothing ever happened like IT HURT SO FUCKIN BAD U DIDNT HAVE TO SAY IT LIKE THAT HAEMIN LET ME DOWN EASY

then haemin trying to tell reader they lied abt the things HE said and the promises HE couldnt keep and tried to turn the tables like “i cant be w someone who isnt mature enough to understand when i need time away” and it hurt even more when reader thought that obeying him would bring him back …. god it gave me flashbacks to how my dynamic was w [REDACTED] and it near killed me

god then the stalking of his social media and seeing how quickly he moved on but reader was no where near that srsly hit the bullseye and did circles around it UGH then reader seeing everything that used to be reserved for them now used for another bitch … haemin in his recycled hoe era like damn saving the environment but not readers feelings

bye and this isnt mentioned in the story at all but i can imagine haemin gossiping and complaining w kyungmin and the gang abt reader and that hurts like 100 times worse like haemin hating u is bad enough but the thought of his friends hating u too for sumn that isnt even ur fault is so very foul

i do really like readers journey on forgetting abt haemin and loving themself (reader realizing that theyre the star was so cute actually bye) but no ending is happy if haemin isnt in it sorry realistically id never be happy again knowing haemin fuckin hates me goodbye

this whole thing was so incredibly amazing and it seriously beat me the fuck up where it absolutely hurt like those tears and those ice cream sandwiches were no joke holy fuck u broke my heart w this one dawg u should literally be insanely proud of urself for this one my GOD

everything u wanted to get across was executed so well and attacked me like a thousand man army like sumn can hurt but it cant HURT as much as this did … lord bless rin for releasing that song cuz without it u wouldnt have released this godsent haemin fic this should be put in a tumblr museum or sumn (it shouldnt actually cuz i want to gatekeep this from the world like its rapunzel and im mother gothel)

and im not sure how to put into words how ecstatic i am that you wrote ANOTHER fic for me like dedicating prince sungho to me and writing glitter on our blushed cheeks for me was WAYYY more than enough but this … omfg … this was probably one of the last things i ever expected (props to u for keeping it a secret) but i could not be any more grateful than i am rn to have this written for me like u have to be an angel sent from heaven or sumn (did it hurt when u fell from heaven Lol) cuz this u r fuckin CRAZY for doing all of this for me 😢

welcome to another episode of “omi writes a gorgeous fic and jordan goes bananas over it” but its the “omi wrote it for jordan and jordan doesnt know what to do with herself” edition like god this isnt even JUST an omi banger … its something like a million times more intense … like idek a word for it but its kinda like a “i want this tattooed on my entire body” kind of thing 😢 but for lack of a better word CHEERS TO MY FAVORITE OMI BANGER TO EVER EXIST IN THE HISTORY OF MINKKUMAZVERSE EVER THIS ONE OVERWRITES EVERY PAST FAV OMI BANGER (im gonna say this abt so many of ur fics but that just goes to show how much i love ur writing) 🥂

YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO FEEL UNLOVED

there used to be so much love there, just two people completely infatuated with one another. you've been through so much with haemin, and you thought maybe he'd fight for your relationship. but even after all this hurt part of you still loved him.

PAIRING jung haemin x fem!reader WC 2.0k TAGS lovers to exes. angst. growing apart. asshole haemin. somewhat a timeline of denial to acceptance. miscommunication. OMI NOTE another little something for my @woonhakist because i love writing for her. except unlike prince sungho it's actually angst. sorry sungho ur getting booted out of this. this has been in my drafts for about a month but now i'm motivated to get it done for u hehe. i hope you like. ^_^ (inspired by just me by rin)

the skys were clouded with pillows of dark gray. it had been rainy recently, the smell of wet pavement becoming more distinguishable as it continued. you wanted to assume that maybe it was his fault. the reason behind why your days were always so dark.

it was common to fear the unknown. being innocently unaware of what was going on behind the scenes was slowly eating at your insides; making you feel as if you were the dead carcass of a street animal, being fed on by rats.

things were different recently, he was different. haemin was going out more than usual, a breath of fresh air in comparison to the introverted persona you were used to. despite your worries, he convince you that you didn’t need to know where he was all the time.

“i’m just hanging out with kyungmin and a few other friends. do you have to be so worried?” he groaned.

“it’s not like that, haem! i just got curious…”

shouldn’t you be glad? that feeling of relief knowing he was blooming into a person that could celebrate with others. it was growth, but not in the way you expected. more or less, he was growing into someone unrecognizable.

phone dials were met with an empty line. and even when he did answer, he ended the call with a simple ‘bye’ and not ‘i love you more.’

still, you loved him to the moon and back. every couple went through a rough patch, you understood that when you agreed to be with him. though it was difficult to convince yourself you were content with how things were playing out.

often you took long walks to distract yourself from the unread text messages. it was this time at noon that was most gloomy. your umbrella collected droplets of water, dripping down the side to barely avoid you.

you saw couples on the streets, holding hands happily. they took photos together and shared hot drinks with eachother to battle the slight cold. you envied them.

because in your head, that position seemed almost unreachable. he was so far away from you, farther than you could even realize. what used to be something special between your heart and his wasn’t recognizable.

that day, you stopped going on walks. everything reminded you of the boy that was falling out of love. you came home quickly, trying to outrun your own thoughts. the bronze plate with your apartment number came into view as you dug through your bag to get the keys.

fumbling with the lock for a second, you finally open up to your home. immediately your gaze lands on an extra pair of shoes by the door, making your heart skip a beat slightly. tugging off your own, you set down your umbrella in a corner to dry.

when walking farther into the house, you see haemin sitting comfortably on the couch. he looked busy on his cell phone, paying almost no mind to your presence.

“haem! i didn’t know you would be home, where were you?” you smile fondly, letting yourself sit next to him.

“oh. i was just out for a bit.” he barley acknowledged your existence, angling his phone slightly away from your view. you noticed this, but said nothing.

“did you have fun? it was pretty rainy out today so i hope you weren’t cold.”

“yeah, it was fine.”

“that’s good! did you eat while you were out? i can always make us something for dinner, though i do need to get some groceries–”

“are you done with your questions?” he said bitterly, setting down the device to look at you.

“i’m sorry haem, we just haven’t spoken in awhile and i wanted to see how your day was.” you said in a whisper.

“don’t be so clingy, y/n. we see eachother everyday.” he tells you.

“oh. you’re right, i don’t know why i was being so silly.”

“mhm.” he mumbles under his breath before getting up from his seat towards the bathroom. 

after the door shut behind him, the pit at the bottom of your stomach grew deeper. this wasn’t like him at all. the excitement that would underlie his stoic demeanor because all the love he had for you was overflowing disappeared. could you even call it love when you didn’t exactly know what it was?

every romantic word hes ever told you felt meaningless; what happened to ‘you’re so pretty, y/n. you’re so sweet?’

you could hear haemin’s muffled voice from down the hall, before movement of caps and containers echoed the bathroom walls. it sounded like he was on a call with somebody. he came out soon after, shaking the remaining drops of water off of his clean hands. 

“i’m going out.” he calls out to you before pulling his coat off the rack.

“wait! didn’t you just go out? i can go with you if you’d like!”

“no, i’ll be out late and i know you get agitated if you’re in public for too long.”

“can’t you just stay in for a little then? what about a movie night like we always used to have?” you rushed over to him, desperate to spend any sort of time together, “i just miss you haem..”

“did anything i say get into your head? you don’t need to so clingy, i’m just going out with a couple friends.”

“haemin…” you reached out to his hand, fingertips barely getting the chance to touch him before he was pulling away like you were the plague.

“god. i can’t do this anymore, y/n. i just want to live without you bothering me constantly!” he complains, sliding both of his shoes on forcefully.

“what is that supposed to mean?” you furrow your eyebrows worriedly.

“it means that i’m having a hard time pretending like i haven’t fallen out of love with you.” he sighs, “just give it a break, y/n. you knew were never going to last."

it felt like your world was collapsing around you. there was a confused look on his face as you stood there silently, trying not to cry. you wondered what it felt like to die, and if it felt anything like this.

they say your life flashes before your eyes, yet all that flashed was memories of what you and haemin used to be. you felt stupid to think that maybe it was salvageable, but the sorry truth hurt much more than this ill fantasy.

“but you promised me. you promised me that we would work through everything together, haem. was that a lie?” you choked.

“i wouldn’t make an empty promise like that, don’t twist my words.” he muttered.

“i’m not twisting anything! when you first confessed to me you said so many sweet things and promised to always–”

“i said give it up. that was almost a year ago, okay? you can’t expect me to keep a promise like that for so long.”

“are you serious right now haemin? after all that we’ve been through?” you uttered with a hurt tone.

“i cared about you, okay? but i can’t handle this anymore.”

“you’re my first boyfriend, i– i can’t let you go without at least talking first!” your words came out as a broken sob, but haemin only looked at you with disgust.

“and you were my worst.” he scoffed, “i can’t be with someone who isn’t mature enough to understand when i need time away.”

“but–”

“don’t even look at me right now, y/n.. i don’t want to hear you speak. i’ll come back and get my things later.” he leaves you with a bitter ending, before leaving out the door.

watching the love of your life leave you with no closure and not a second word was starting to physically pain you. you felt yourself drop to your knees as his sentences rung in your mind, stringing themselves into a sequence of utmost heartbreak.

cold hardwood floors comforted the red - hot heat that began to rise up your face like a wild fire. you were embarrassed of yourself, disappointed that you couldn’t grow enough for him to see you. see that you could change.

and while he was out with no doubt in his mind that he made the right decision, your world was shattering in the comfort of the home you used to share with him.

the only time he messaged you was him asking for you to pack up all of his stuff for an easier pickup. it was clear he didn’t want to see you anymore than he had to. would he see how mature you had become in the four hours he was gone if you obeyed him?

boxing up all of his things neatly, you stripped every memory the two of you ever shared together. your house feeling ever so empty from the lack of love, trapped in between cardboard walls. 

for what it was worth, you attempted to write a note to send off with him. however, your vision was too blurry with your tears, and you couldn’t keep them in. the smudged ink added for dramatic effect, but it was too much that it was impossible to read coherent words.

your head was scrambled everywhere, and for a second you thought he was right when he said you were immature. it felt like when you were back in highschool giving him silly love notes to hide in his backpack pocket. it reminded you of how he said that they were all still there, as he never bothered to clean them out.

why couldn’t things be the way that they used to? throwing away so much because there was a lack of communication. you wanted to see him, be with him. feel the pure touch of his lips sending shockwaves to your beating heart.

but since that day, you never saw him once. rushing to grab all of his things and get out of your life, barely escaping your desperate grasp. what was once a fond moment became a distant daydream.

you were so blinded by your infatuation for him, despite the fact he never thought of you like that. once again you failed to understand much.

and things only got harder from then on, your plush pillow absorbing your tears. the air in your room only grew heavier as time continued. 

at first days, then weeks, and months were going by that you gave him so much love from afar. a comfortable distance through your phone screen where he couldn’t spit such hurtful words to you again. it was difficult to bear with his selfish sense of care.

stalking him on social media didn’t get you anywhere really. he already moved on from you. though you were unsure whether your jealousy blossomed from the fact that she was beautiful, or that he moved on extremely fast. maybe it was both.

posts of his hand intertwined with hers, captioned with cheesy song lyrics that used to hold so much meaning to you. your music taste always tended to rub off on him. 

there were long paragraphs declaring how much she meant to him, and how she was such a breath of fresh air in comparison to his past relationships. these sacred words that used to be yours. and while you remembered what the two of you had together, he could only think of her.

still, you loved him.

but things got easier, even when you thought they wouldn’t. it took some time for you to realize that being alone was a lot easier on the heart. 

there was a big takeaway from this, being that the only thing he taught you what it was like to feel unloved. though everything that happened when things were okay, you’d never take for granted. 

the sky felt brighter, and you made your walks frequent again. you remembered thinking how dreary he’d make your days seem, but it felt like you were finally able to see the sun again. because throughout the multitude of stars in the galaxy, one always shone the brightest.

even when you were blinded by a haze, it was still there. maybe you were the star.

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[fairyfuyu]

more | armin arlert x reader

summary: modern au, armin and reader lose their virginities to each other. super soft and sweet. im in love w armin basically

wc: 3.3k

content: fem!reader, established relationship, loss of virginity, oral (f receiving), praise kink, armin is so nervous :( , use of pet names baby and sweetheart, spit kink if you squint, fluff at the end, both reader and armin are virgins in college and down bad for each other

a/n: ik writing smut isnt my thing but this literally came out of nowhere last night, i cant get over two virgins figuring out sex for the first time and sweet armin is just so soft and nervous im :( idk if i will write more but i hope you enjoy it regardless xx

mdni !!!!! u will be blocked :)

“Baby...you - fuck - you’re driving me insane”

The words fell from his lips in one quick breath, just before hitching in his throat as your fingertips grazed over his clothed crotch. Your eyes flickered from his down to his kiss-swollen lips, plump and glistening from the heated kiss he broke just seconds prior. A smirk crossed your own, swelling with pride at the impact you had on your boyfriend.

It wasn’t foreign, either - these nights when innocent touches would lead to desperate groping in the dark, a long-forgotten movie acting as the perfect background noise to drown out the whispers and moans that would soon fill the room. You knew your effect on your blonde boyfriend of four months; he would jump on any chance he’d get to shower you with praises of your beauty or kindness, as well as any opportunity to show his love for you physically.

You two were taking things slow; you always did. The mutual pining that went on before you even became official...it was painful for your friends to witness. How desperate Armin was for any attention from you, and how you were no better. The flustered faces exchanged any time the two of you would see each other was enough for a passerby to assume you were an item. It was a miracle he finally worked up the courage to make a move that autumnal evening; now a fond memory, you remember how you told him your hopes and dreams, and he just got more and more lost in your eyes as you went on. And it was almost involuntary, how his hand found the side of your face, cradling you gently as his lips graced your cheek right next to your lips. A tease, a hint of just how infatuated he was with you. From there, you two couldn’t keep your feelings hidden from each other.

And now here you sit, on your couch as Armin’s hands hesitantly pull at the hem of your t-shirt. Not to sound like such a virgin...but you’re such a virgin. The slow approach to the relationship applied itself to all aspects between you and Armin; it took you a couple months to even become comfortable with the idea of heavy petting, but now you can safely say you’ve mastered the art of giving head. Maybe it was your insecurities, maybe it was the fact that you were in college and haven’t so much as taken your shirt off for a guy before you met Armin, but that didn’t negate the fact that you and Armin haven’t gone all the way yet.

Until tonight, that is.

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you gazed up at Armin, pressing firmer down onto his growing bulge. “I can tell. And I’m not even trying yet.”

“You wanna show me what you can do, then?” Armin teased, sounding more confident than he really was. He silently hoped you couldn’t hear - couldn’t feel his heart beating in his chest right now. God, he was so fucking hard right now as you gently palmed him overtop his sweats.

Your confidence was feigned, too. He couldn’t notice your strokes being a little shaky, your breathing becoming a little uneven as you shifted uncomfortably in search of some friction on the space between your legs; both of you were incredibly turned on for your own good. Not even touched and the mere idea of Armin sinking his fingers deep into your pussy could make you cum on the spot. It was pathetic, really. At least you thought so.

After leaning into him to give him one quick kiss, you shed your t-shirt for your boyfriend to take in the sight of you in your pretty little bra, though he’d prefer you without it. His hands reached out to run themselves up your sides, goosebumps forming in their wake as he gently touched you, as if you were a delicate flower just waiting to be ruined. Armin drank in your figure in the dim room, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “God, you’re beautiful,” he mumbled, before his lips found yours again - this time, more passionate, desperate, in search of more.

He pushed you to lay flat on the couch, never disconnecting from the heated kiss. He rolled his hips against yours, grinding his dick so perfectly against your soaking cunt. But it wasn’t enough, it’s never enough. For an instant, you imagined what it would feel like for him to be inside you. If instead, this moment rid itself of all clothing and all judgement, where the two of you could finally connect on the deepest level two people could. The thought had you moan out into Armin’s mouth.

“Fuck, baby, I need more.” You mumbled against his lips. Eyelids heavy, you looked up at him, pupils blown wide with lust and an unforgettable look of pure adoration on his face.

“You want me to go down on you?” He asked between irregular breaths. He dipped his head down into the crook of your neck, peppering light kisses along your skin. “You know how much I love your pussy.”

Your hips spoke for yourself, bucking up to meet his hard cock again; you could feel him smile against your neck. “I thought so.” He continued his assault down to your chest where he freed your breasts of the fragile lace, taking one nipple into his mouth and gently licking the nub.

A breathy moan escaped your mouth. “Armin…”

“Patience, baby,” he spoke, sliding further down the couch. His shirt was off in an instant, revealing his chest that flushed the same pretty pink as his face. And then, it was your shorts that joined the ever-growing pile of clothing.

He hooked one finger under the waistband of your panties. “This okay, love?” He asked, pressing a light kiss to your tummy just below your naval.

You nodded down to him, lifting your hips off the couch so he could slip the lace down your legs. A brief wave of embarrassment washed over you; the idea of being so exposed to someone was still relatively new, yet you craved it more than anything, especially with how Armin treated you.

He took one look at your glistening pussy, instantly feeling himself get harder, before he licked a fat stripe from your hole up to your clit. You tasted so sweet to him, he couldn’t hold back the groan he sounded as he wrapped his lips around your bud, suckling gently on it. Your back arched at this, toes curling and eyes rolling back into your head as he sucked once, twice, then diving his tongue between your folds.

“Min,” you breathed, one hand finding solace atop his head, your fingers weaving between his golden locks and gripping on so tight your knuckles turned white. “Please don’t stop.” He continued to fuck you with his tongue, the sounds so obscene but he just couldn’t get enough of your taste. It was so much for him, too much, and he found himself grinding helplessly into the couch to try and get some sort of friction on his painfully hard erection. He said a silent prayer that he wouldn’t cum in his pants - though that wouldn’t be the first time it happened.

Aiding you in your chase towards your climax, he brought one finger down to your hole, dipping just the tip into you as his eyes flickered up to gauge your reaction. You groaned, “please, I need your fingers, ‘Min”

“I know, baby,” he spoke, words so gentle and giving, because that's just who he was. He kissed your clit as his middle finger plunged into your hole, eliciting a gasp of relief from you. Finally, you thought.

It wasn’t long before you were approaching your high, Armin skillfully working one, then two, digits in and out of you, all while kitten-licking your clit to drive you that much closer. And you, oh you were on another planet. Armin’s hums every so often against you were the cherry on top, and when your tired eyes managed to pry themselves open to look at your boyfriend, his big eyes staring right back at you were all you needed to reach your climax. He knew your body well by now, not faltering the pace of his fingers despite your thighs reflexively closing around his head, because all of a sudden, the euphoria became so great, too great, that it had you unwinding around his fingers. Your orgasm was so powerful, your legs trembling as you rutted your pussy against Armin’s face desperately.

And Armin drank up every last bit of what you had to offer. Slowly running his tongue one last time through your folds, he gave a gentle kiss to your sensitive clit before you finally let go of the death grip you still held on his hair. He licked his lips, running his hands up your thighs and over your hips, eyes wild and hair a mess; you loved this Armin. The Armin that was so obsessed with every fiber of your being. The Armin that always wanted to treat you right before you even thought about touching him. Your sweet Armin.

You brought a lazy hand up to his shoulder, trailing it up his neck. “You’re so amazing, baby.”

He just grinned down at you before his lips were on yours once again. You tasted yourself on his lips, in his mouth as your tongues worked against each other fervently. The presence of his hard dick was unavoidable at this point, so you dipped a hand beneath your bodies, under his sweatpants and grabbed a hold of his shaft. He moaned into your mouth. “___, as much as I love the teasing, I-I just need...I want you to--”

You cut him off, pulling your hand away to settle on his abs instead. “‘Min, do you wanna put it in me?”

His mouth hung open, his face turning an even brighter shade of pink - if that was even possible at this point. He froze, he didn’t know what to say. Of course he wanted nothing more than to shove his dick so far inside you, to feel your walls wrap around him, to find a home in you. But, is that what you wanted? Or was this yet another example of you being selfless, wanting to put his pleasure before your own? Typically, when it came to your sexual ventures, it was pretty much one and done. He’d get you off - always you first - then you’d get him off, and then you’d cuddle and finish whatever was left of the movie. There was that one time you both jacked each other off simultaneously, but that was a one time thing, he thought. But you wanting another orgasm, so soon after the first? This alone was foreign territory, but actually fucking you?

He swallowed the lump in his throat, taking a deep breath and trying to calm his racing heart. “Baby, you don’t have to i-if you don’t want to.”

“But I do want to.”

He swallowed again, searching your eyes for any sense of doubt. “I-I’ve never done...that before-”

“I know, Armin.” You said, a soft chuckle falling past your lips. It helped ease the nervousness in the air. “Neither have I.”

Armin smiled at you. “I know.”

A chaste kiss was shared as he eased you up from your lying position. “Bedroom?” You asked quietly.

“Y-yeah.” He nodded.

You slowly tip-toed out of the living room and into your bedroom, a step ahead of your boyfriend as his shaking hands searched his wallet for the condom he kept on him at all times. He found you, sitting like the pretty thing you were waiting for him patiently on the bed. Tossing the condom next to you, he peeled his sweatpants off slowly, along with his socks. Left in only his briefs, Armin joined you on the bed. “Lay back for me, sweetheart.”

Your head rested gently on the pillows, and the anxiety started to set in. Of course, you were still beyond turned on and wetter than ever thanks to Armin’s tongue, but as he palmed himself over his briefs, you remembered just how big he was.

“Is it okay if I…” he began, gripping the waistband of his briefs to insinuate what he was asking.

You giggled again. “Of course, Armin.”

Ridding himself of the undergarment, his painfully hard cock sprang up, finally free of its confinements. Flushed the same color as the rest of his flushed complexion, you saw the familiar vein along his shaft that you loved to run your tongue over. You rubbed your thighs together in anticipation.

Armin fumbled with the square foil for a moment, trying to pry it open so he could roll the damn thing onto himself...so he could finally feel what its like to be inside you. But the nerves were getting to him for a second, and you noticed this of course. Sitting up, you took his hands in yours. “Can I help?”

He didn’t say anything, just nodded his head meekly as you took the packet, tearing it open for him. He sighed, watching as you discarded the wrapping to your nightstand. “Sorry, I-I’m just nervous.”

“I am too.” You smiled up at him. “But the good kind of nervous.”

He shared a knowing smile with you. “How did I get so lucky to have you?”

“I’m the lucky one, ‘Min.” You said, shifting your gaze down to the condom between your fingers. “You want me to…” You gestured toward his leaking cock.

He nodded again, licking his lips expectantly. You took his dick in your free hand, jerking it a couple times as you placed a sweet kiss to Armin’s hot cheek. Slowly, you rolled the rubber down his length, feeling it pulse beneath your fingers. You laid back down, watching him as he positioned himself over you.

“Can y-you open your legs for - yeah, that’s better sweetheart.” His voice sounded calmer for a moment as he grabbed the base of his cock, guiding his tip between your folds. He rubbed the head against your clit, pulling a quiet whimper from you.

“I-I think it’s gonna hurt you, baby, a-and I’m really sorry.” He spoke, inches away from your face. “You gotta let me know i-if it gets to be too much.”

“I promise, ‘Min.”

Not another second passed and he was nudging the head into your hole; both of you simultaneously groaned at the contact. He paused for a moment once the tip was completely in. “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, shutting your eyes tightly in response to the slight pain you were experiencing of being split open. “Y-yeah, you can keep going.”

“Fuck, okay.” He forced himself in further, slowly, carefully, falling in love with the way you felt so snug around him. He took a deep breath. “Baby, you feel so good around me, fuck.”

He couldn’t believe what was happening, truly. How he could have gotten someone like you to even look his way was beyond him - let alone get you into bed, legs spread open for him and becoming a whimpering mess the further he slid his cock inside you. Armin was absolutely captivated by how beautiful you looked right now; your hair splayed out on the pillows, head fallen to the side in exhaustion and eyes screwed shut.

“‘Min...so big...so full” you mewled, gripping onto the sheets tightly. It definitely hurt, more than you had imagined since the sheer size of him was nothing close to that of his slender fingers. But you couldn’t help the intoxication that came along with it. You loved this feeling, this intense pressure inside you. You swore you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and that just made you more drunk off him.

One last tilt of his hips and Armin bottomed out inside you with a deep groan. “‘M all the way in, sweetheart. Shit, look at you, taking me so well.” It took everything in him not to cum on the spot, but he was determined not to tap out on his first stroke, even if he was a virgin. “C-can I go ahead and move?”

You forced your eyes open, finally releasing the breath you didn’t know you held. You managed to let out a quiet “yeah,” as a response, swallowing the lump in your throat as you looked up into his eyes.

His lips encapsulated yours as he drew his hips back, leaving just the tip inside. For that split second, you missed the feeling of him inside you - despite the tearing sensation that came along with it. But just as quick as he left you feeling empty, he filled you up again. He snapped his hips up into you, harder this time, with far more desperation than the former. “S-so good, Armin.”

He stilled his hips for a second, grabbing your hips and maneuvering the two of you in a way so he could properly see the point where you connected. He pulled his dick out slightly, before gathering all his spit to the front of his mouth; you watched as he pursed his lips and let the saliva drip down onto his cock. Your pussy throbbed at the sight.

“Fuck,” he breathed, easing the rest of himself back into you and guiding you back to your original position. You reached up and grabbed onto his wrists placed beside your head, rubbing your thumbs over the flesh. He rutted his hips into you again and again as quiet moans tumbled out of your mouth. He adored the way your tits bounced with every thrust he gave you, tongue lolled out lazily. He just couldn’t hold back the whines he exhaled as he felt the pleasure build up inside him, becoming too much too fast. “Baby, I-I can’t hold back much longer…” He cried, finding solace against your lips again.

“Don’t hold back, ‘Min.” You whimpered into him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, hot breath fanning over your skin as he let his release overcome him. You felt his hot cum inside you, spurting into the condom while he bucked his hips into you erratically; your own orgasm washed over you from the feeling. He languidly thrust into you while the two of you rode out your highs, savoring the way your walls clenched around him, memorizing your every twitch and making sure he never forgets this feeling.

Once he pulled out of you entirely, you found yourself hating the empty feeling he left you with. You laid there, catching your breath and leaving him to discard the used condom in the bathroom. He returned with a cloth, cleaning up the remaining spit and slick left over your fluttering pussy, still incredibly sensitive from being split open.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “You did so well, sweetheart.”

You felt your heart swell at his tender praise. “I love you so much, Armin.”

“I love you so much more,” he responded, settling himself beside you and wrapping his arms around you. You nuzzled into his warmth, humming contently. He chuckled softly above you. “Sorry I didn’t last that long.”

You pulled away, giving him a confused look. “Baby, why are you apologizing? I couldn’t be happier you even wanted to fuck me in the first place.”

“It didn’t hurt too bad, did it?” He asked sincerely, a small pang of guilt hitting him as he realized he didn’t ask you if you were okay with each thrust of his hips. “I-I should’ve been making sure you were o-okay, I’m sorry, fuck, I should’ve-”

You silenced him with a kiss, cupping his face in your hands. “If I wasn’t okay I would’ve let you know. You were perfect, baby.” He pulled you into his chest again, smoothing your hair down and clutching onto you tightly. The soft sounds of breathing filled the quiet little room as the two of you just sat in silence, savoring the feeling of being in each other's arms. For that moment in time, everything was still, at peace, just how it should be - just how it always is with Armin.

[noritoshiikamo]

When you get time coul you do sickingly cute domestic hcs with a character of your choice, you can just straight up delete this is you don't feel like it. ~ embarrassed dragon asks

days of nanami kento, hc:

void, i know u asked for sickly cute domestic hc and i did but i cant help but twisted something at the end bcs i'm me and only pain is allowed ((jkjk void i'll write something pure sickingly cute later for you :* ) warning: 18+ minor dni, sexual content, public, eating out and thigh riding (mention of word daddy) if you read past the addendum, well uh mention of main character's death listen to beach bunny cloud 9 (slowed acoustic) for vibezz

i feel like who ever gets nanami’s heart wins at life

he would bring you flowers every time he gets home

“hello, i’m home,” you could hear his tired voice but when your face come in the view if him, he started to smile and he held the flowers to you, he wasn’t tired anymore

morning with him would be peaceful despite it being monday. you’ll wake up early, he would be sprawled on his belly, comforter wrapped around his waist with his face mushed into the pillow. your cat would be somewhere in bed, sometimes between his legs and sometimes on the same pillow as him; he loves your cat

he likes his coffee black, breakfast is just two toasted breads with spread of butter

when he kissed you, he tasted like toothpaste. you can smell his lingering fragrance from yesterday and his voice was still deep from the slumber

“good morning love.”

“coffee smells good today, did you do anything to em?”

he was shirtless you could see his back with his pants hung loose you could see his happy trails, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose with his messy hair as he took a bite of the toast

he leaned against the counter, his lidded eyes on you and suddenly you felt conscious, but you were in his tshirt and shorts and those adorable socks that looks like animal he secret loves

“you have work today?” he asked washing his hand

you shook your head, pointing to the laptop and sprawling paper works on the table, “working for home.” your body shuddered when you felt the shirt hiked up, his bare hand pressing against your waist, “good,” his voiced echoed on your ear as he pressed a kiss on your shoulder

how did it get here again? your back arching on the counter while his head mewling between your legs. his tongue is mean, it left burning trails wherever it touches, kitten licks along the sensitive slits before his lips enveloped the bundle of nerves

“kento, meetin-ahh,”

“meeting can wait.” yes it can wait until you were trembling, his arms around your waist and you were just begging him to cum and when you did he had no problem cleaning you up, eyes on you as he wiped his chin, sucking the thumb with a small smile

“thank you for breakfast, it’s delicious,” waltzing out of the kitchen with a wink like he hadn't started his day by eating you out while you sat there struggling to catch a breath

on tuesday, he took you for lunch, you went to his favourite bakery and he told the cashier that his girlfriend loves the sourdough bread their bakery made to explain why there's 4 loaves in his basket

he’ll get the same order everyday while you decided to go to the convenient store across the street because you felt like bread was too heavy for today's meal

“i’ll have another one of the croissant, she’s picky, she won’t find anything there,” he explained, pulling out his wallet

like he expected you came out empty handed, but your eyes lightened up when he held another croissant

“how did you know i won’t buy anything?”

“because i’m your boyfriend.”

on wednesday you would take him out for dinner, to that one sushi conveyor shop where they have happy hours for their sushi, its that type of night where you both get slightly wasted on beer, shoveling half priced sushis like tomorrow is the end

to nanami, money is priceless with you, no monetary value could compare to your smile as you feed him a slice of sashimi and the way i love you rolled out of your tongue when he grabbed your favourite sushi from the conveyor if she missed it

on thursday nanami looked restless. you sat at the sofa, him with a book on his lap and you going through your laptop with a cup of tea. “we have a mission coming, i’m escorting a couple of satoru’s students for their grading.”

you stared at him, cup barely got to your mouth, “you’re great, i don’t see any issues.”

“they are kids,”

you reached for his face, his face softened to your touch, nuzzling gently against your palm

“they’ll be alright.”

you squealed when he tossed the book aside, laptop forgotten on the carpeted floor and the cup carefully placed on the coffee table

your shirt slipped off your head easily while his lips never left yours

"you come back home to me alright?" you threatened, "or i'll murder you myself."

"i will, love."

on friday, nanami took you out on a date

he held your hands in the train, shielding you away from the leering men

he took you to a fancy cafe for lunch, he barely touched his food, eyes on you as you stared happily on your choice of meal

"what? is it my mascara? is it messy?" you wondered

"you look pretty today," he said, leaning to brush a thumb across your cheek

he took you to a bookstore, he followed you as you ventured through the long dimmed hallways, the smell of books overwhelmed him as his eyes burned on your back as you looked around for books, the loose material of your dress swaying around

well you did find your book, but he would hold it up high, a small smirk on his face as his fingers tapped on his lips; you got his point

so you held him against the bookshelf as you kissed him, books long forgotten, his hands under your dress as you mewled against his thighs

"let's go home," you begged but he held your waist tightly, bouncing his legs to encourage you to bounce against his thighs

"you can do it here," his lips traced kisses along your jaw, ears as you clutched his shirt, desperately rubbing yourself against his thigh. your eyes drowsy in lust, lips torn from biting too hard as you held your moans and the flexing of his thigh against your clit got your belly in knots

"can you cum for me?"

"yes, daddy,"

he smiled, "good. cum then."

you didn't get caught, but it was hard to stop people from leering at the weird wet patch on his pants as he swiped his card at the counter

you went groceries shopping, his head on your shoulder, arms around you and the trolley as you went down the isle looking for dinner idea

"what do you want, love?" his voice deep against your ears sending shudders down your spine

"anything you want."

he smiled, "well i want to marry you."

"is that a proposal in the middle of a cereal isle?" he laughed, but you can't stop the way your heart beating at the words he said. his lips pressed against the side of your face as he slipped a box of flakes in the trolley

you stopped the trolley, turned around to face him

he looked puzzled, brows up in question

"i want to marry you too."

"good, how about next monday?"

"deal."

but you woke up alone, the next day on saturday, nanami was long gone away for his mission

he left the coffee running, toasted bread and scrambled eggs in the pan and a note on a cup that said i love you, nk , his initial signed

you made yourself a cup of coffee, looking for the remote to turn on the tv

"we had lost contact with the shibuya train station, trapping approximately hundreds of people with no cell phone connection inside,"

the news anchor's word went in her one ear and another

where was nanami being sent to again?

you held his note to your heart, the coffee tasted too bitter for you today, and you leaned against the sofa

how's nanami doing?

on sunday, your ears perked up when you heard a knocking on the door

leaving the pancakes you planed to make, you wondered if it's nanami returning home from his mission

you felt slightly uneased, another set of knocking barged in, you said hold on and closed your eyes, telling yourself it's just your mind fucking with you

you smiled, feeling slightly relief as you twisted the door handle

"welcome home."

"hello, y/n?"

addendum

it was just not fair that the one time you decided to bring flower home to him, he wasn’t there to receive it.

but you’re used to it. it has been a year

all you’ll have to do is just remove the old one from the vase, add more water before arranging the bright flowers in the vase, before placing it back on his tombstone. your hand touched the cold stone, a small smile on your face as you kneeled on the grass

“hi, nanamin, i’m home.”

[pr0dbeomgyu]

EPISODE 20.0(FINALE): I'M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU

"this road feels familiar,"

it wasnt really familiar actually.

y/n and beomgyu were in the car, already heading somewhere. beomgyu had told her it's gonna be a surprise, but she wouldnt stop guessing ever since the last 30 minutes, just to get on his nerve.

"no it doesnt,"

beomgyu on the other hand was already sweating, worried if y/n really had figured out the place they're heading to. but from what he remembered, he only took y/n there once, and she even slept throughout the whole car ride.

when they arrived, what she saw made y/n felt teary. it was the daisy field where they once had their hearts broken.

"so do you wanna tell me when did u start liking me?"

they were sitting close to each other, eyes on the scenery in front of them.

"eager, aren't we?" beomgyu teased.

"the very first time i saw you was at the library,"

"yeah, yeah, when i stumbled onto you, right," she rolled her eyes.

"no dumbass, it was before that,"

"when?"

"remember that one time hyuka dolphin-screamed at the library?"

"how could i not? i was so embarrassed. wait, you were there?"

"i was literally at the table beside you,"

"you were? i was so busy being embarrassed, i didnt even notice," she said.

"awww so you're saying it was love at first sight, gyu?" she turned to him, pinching his cheeks.

"i guess? i dont even believe in that before i met you," he answered.

"so when we met again at the library, i was already into you,"

y/n blushed, she never expected beomgyu to start liking her that early.

"i never thought you could be this romantic, beomgyu,"

"so, how about you? when did u start liking me?" he asked, taking her hands in his. his thumb drawing random shapes on the back of her hand out of habit.

y/n cant help leaning into beomgyu, putting her head into the crook of his shoulder. beomgyu shifted a bit, his other free hand went behind y/n, playing with her hair. once again, she melted into his touch, sighing contentedly.

the situation was too perfect to be real, they felt like staying like that forever.

"i dont really know the exact time i started to have feelings for you, but i definitely already did when you hugged me on the first movie night,"

"ooh, i knew you're a sucker for my hugs,"

"shut up, you liked me first,"

they were surrounded by silence, but none of them paid any mind cause it was a comfortable one. that's how it is around him, she felt right at home.

"so you wanna know why i brought you to the library and book cafe for our first date?"

y/n's head is now on beomgyu's laps. this time, y/n's fingers were playing with his fringe that had fallen and covered a little part of his eyes, since he's bending down to look at her.

"why?"

"i dont want you to associate those places with your embarrassing moments anymore. i want you to remember them as the places we went to for our first date," he said, pulling her by her chin to fully face him.

"also this place? i know it held a painful memory for both of us, such a shame for this beautiful place. so it's only right to make it our happy place again,"

he looked at her so intensely, making her feel like she's the only thing he sees.

"god, i know this is long overdue, but im so in love with you, choi beomgyu" she said.

maybe it was the way y/n's looking at him? or was it the way she called him by his full name? what ever it is, it made beomgyu's heart skipped a beat.

"finally you said it, i love you too, y/n,"

she saw beomgyu almost leaned in, but stopped halfway.

"so, are you my... you know, girlfriend now?" the sight of beomgyu getting shy is so rare to y/n, but she didnt want to ruin the moment, so she made a mental note to make fun of him later.

"of course, silly. so now, please continue what ever you were doing just now,"

beomgyu finally leaned in completely, his lips meeting y/n's nose first, making her giggle. his lips slowly traveled towards hers, both of them smiling into the kiss. the kiss was a slow and gentle one, but just enough to show how much they love each other.

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summary: your first encounter with beomgyu was at the library, stumbling onto him and you mistakenly taking him as a library step stool. ever since that embarrassing occurrence, you seem to always bump into beomgyu, in the most unfortunate events.

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a/n: it's finally the end!! thank you for reading to the end, i'll add the extra episode for epilogue tomorrow. dont forget to leave your thoughts in my askbox ^^

[haik-choo]

waking up next to the karasuno second & third years

request: the waking up next to the first years hcs was the purest most adorable thing i’ve ever read 🥺🥺🥺could u do one with the second or third years too?

a/n: thank you so much for loving the first one i did! i’m sorry i haven’t been as active, i go in and out of a creative mindset and this quarantine isn’t really pushing me to stay creative. i just sleep most of the time LOL. here it is! :)

[WAKING UP NEXT TO THE KARASUNO SECOND AND THIRD YEARS] 

-nishinoya, tanaka, daichi, sugawara, asahi

nishinoya yuu.

waking up next to nishinoya yuu isn’t filled with excitement or him jumping off the walls, like you might expect it to be. i feel like the first ten minutesof waking up for him are really slow, like he’s just barely opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling.

for some reason i really feel like he wakes up before you. he goes to bed at like two am, but wakes up at eight am to practice or go on a little jog. 

but every time he wakes up, the first thing he looks at is you. your peaceful state, your slow-rising chest, the little breaths leaving your slightly parted lips. noya is a really emotional person, and I can bet you real money that he gets real giddy seeing you next to him.

you don’t usually sleep in his arms because he’s a wild sleeper and probably starfishes, so when he wakes up his limbs are sprawled out, some on you, some hanging off the bed. and he just barely turns his head at there you are in your morning glory. 

his heart literally swells five sizes bigger. he’ll shift over to be next to you and move your hair out of your face or just mess with the hair at the top of your head, basking in the love you cause him to feel.

after a few minutes of doing that, he’ll let out a big ol’ sigh and wrap his arms around you, squeezing tight to wake you up.

“mmm,,,,noya, what are you doing,,,” “i’m just feeling grateful :)” 

and you look up at him, and there’s a feeling of security that fills you. he may not be the biggest or strongest, but the light in his eyes and the warmth in his arms that he wraps around you make you feel safe. 

not to mention that his hair is down and sticking out everywhere. it’s a cute picture that only you’ll ever see

you return his gesture and wrap your arms around him, thinking about different ways to make him stay in bed instead of going out for a jog.

basically; the morning is filled with hugs and soft smiles, knowing looks and arms that evoke the feeling of being safe and being loved. his hair is wild, and his hands are tugging at your own strands. 

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you two almost always wake up in the same position, his arms spread out, your head resting on one of them, one of his legs propped up like a tent and the other flat on the bed, you curled up against his side. since he’s a touch-starved individual, he finds any excuse for you two to be as close as possible every second of every day. 

you both actually wake up a few minutes apart, whoever wakes up first is a coin toss. and when you wake up first, you get to see his face void of the tension is usually has, his mouth is a little open with small snores coming out, his fingers twitching every few seconds

tanaka’s body reacts before he does, so even if you try to get up, his arms just holds onto you and keep you attached to his side. he swears he doesn’t do it on purpose, and that his body just needs you :’) 

on days when he wakes up before you he stays as still as stone. no joke, he’s so afraid of waking you up and experiencing your wrath that he just. freezes

but as he’s frozen, he takes the time to just stare. no smile on his face, he just stares, drinking in your sleeping form. he occasionally takes a change and slowly turns, stretching out his arm for his phone on the side table. when he can reach it, you can bet he has 200+ new photos of your sleeping and he makes them his screen savers

the second he sees your stir awake lightly, he pounces on you an covers your face in little kithes and saves your lips for last. sometimes he’ll wait until you open your eyes and look at him, pouting like “where’s my real kisses :(” before he gives you a big boy smooch

you giggle and caress his chest with your hand, happy that he wakes you up like a queen everyday. trust me, he’s happy he gets to be the guy whose face you see first thing in the morning

he usually scrolls through his phone for like an hour before getting out of bed, and you just sit there and watch tik toks with him. you two my wake up at roughly the same time, but you get out of bed before him to make some morning smoothies (he totally asks for a protein shake AGAGA) 

basically; your mornings get started at the same time, and he loves to make sure you’re up by pelting you with kisses that you love. you scroll through tik tok while being smushed next to his chest before you get up to make breakfast. 

daichi sawamura.

not gonna lie, when he wakes up he spend like a minute or two in bed at MOST, he hates just staying in bed because he feels like he could so much more productive than lie around and do nothing. you, on the other hand, wouldn’t mind staying in bed for the entire day. 

so here’s the way it usually goes: he wakes up a minute before his alarm (7:00am) and just quickly sighs before reaching over you and turning it off so it doesn’t wake you up. then he kisses your forehead (his breath smells bad, so he’s not going to kiss your lips) before getting up and washing up. he gets ready to go on a jog, and he kisses your shoulder before he sets out on his journey.

but every once in a while, there’s something wonderful that happens. he doesn’t feel like working out. he wakes up at the same time, but he just doesn’t feel like doing anything. on those days, he completely indulges in your warmth.

he doesn’t care if he wakes you up and hoists you up so you’re completely laying on his body. of course you wake up, but you already know what’s going to happen, so you just softly groan. “so you don’t feel like getting up and decide to wake me up? really?” “yes, really” “...you’re lucky i love you” “im the luckiest man alive” 

you two actually talk during mornings like those, you love pressing an ear against his chest and hearing the vibrations his voice causes. it’s like calming background noise to you. 

“are,,,you even listening. we’ve got a lot to do today” “i’ve been ignoring everything after you said ‘getting up’“ “...of course you have”

you haveto convince him to stay even longer in bed, because he really hates staying in bed, like he just wants to make “eggs or fucking toast or an OMLETTE PLEASE I JUST WANT TO DO SOMETHING”

in order to persuade him to stay for a little longer, you usually just kiss him. normally he hates morning breath, but when it’s you kissing him so tenderly he can make an exception or two

ngl it usually leads to making out or morning sex, like i said he needs to do SOMETHING 

basically; you wake up like a married couple. normally he gets up right away, but every once in a while he;ll decide to spend some extra time with the love of his life, and that time is usually spent kissing and...doing other things ;) 

sugawara koushi.

instead of you waking up in his arms, he wakes up in your arms. like his face is pressed against your chest and your arms is haphazardly resting over his shoulder. his arms are undoubtedly around your waist, his lags entangled with yours

every morning, without fail, he wakes up first and somehow slip out of your position and into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth before making two cups of coffee and coming back into the bedroom, setting them on the nightstand, and crawling back into bed with you

usually he sits up in bed and moves you to rest your head in his lap so he can reach over to sip at his drink. his hands comb through your hair and he trifles through his emails just incase some parent messages him about something

sometimes he’ll stop scrolling at look down at you, feeling happy and 100% sure that he has the greatest life; first he wakes up in your arms, spends time with you, spends time with kids, and them spends more time with you 

the school he teaches at starts at like twelve pm, so he likes to take his time waking up so he’s as happy as possible. and spending a lot of time with you is key to that.

can only wait for so long before he pokes your side until you wake up. the entire time he’s like “please wake up” “i’ve got work in like four hours! let’s do something!” “i’ll make breakfast if you give me sufficient payment ;)” 

literally the second you wake up he props you up and you look drunk as hell when you first wake up but he still thinks you’re beautiful <3 cute rat 

he rests your head on his shoulder and kisses you until you’re fully awake, you don’t always kiss back but that’s because you’re not fully there  and you’re just,,, “is there a bird pecking at me? what the hell - oh, it’s koushi” 

“can’t you wake me up like a normal person?” “no, i like kissing you awake. isn’t that cute? :)” “not when you kiss like a bird.” “so you have,,,,chosen death?”

when he’s feeling extra happy he has no issue putting you on his lap, facing him. he wraps your arms around him before doing the same to you and burying his face in your neck and humming a soft tune. he’s just such a calming presence that sometimes you fall back asleep in his lap :’)

basically; it’s a cute and happy morning as he rests you on his lap and peppers your lips with kisses to wake you up. playful banter is included, and so it coffee breath.  

asahi azumane.

he would love to wake up to you pressed to his side, but he gets hot really easily, so he cant hold you to sleep. he totally hugs a small pillow to sleep and you can old press up against his back, which he doesn’t mind. 

he’s the type to wake up at ten am naturally, and every morning he yawns and stretches out his arms, rolling back a little before yelping at the feeling of you getting quietly crushed beneath him

when he realizes that it’s just you, his heart beat stabilizes and he turns over, flipping the sheets off of him to he doesn’t overheat, and grabs you hands, lacing his fingers through with yours

you’ve been dating for a while, so he’s completely comfortable doing skinship with you. he’s not embarrassed at how much he loves you. he likes to gently caress your face with his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones and sometimes across your bottom lip

no lie, waking up with asahi is the softest thing ever. he gives you one single kiss on your cheek, letting it linger for a few seconds before pulling away to see your eyes cracked open

by this time he’s lightly hovering over you, and he just lets out a slightly bashful smiles and leans down, his forehead pressing against yours

you think that you must’ve saved a cat orphanage in your past life in order to get he delicious treat of waking up with asahi’s face in front of yours everyday 

“good morning to you, too, azumane” “morning :)” “did you have that weird dream again?” “the one where hinata grows to be eight foot three and dunks me in a basketball hoop and leaves me up there and becomes the ace?” “yeah” “yes. yes i did.thanks for reminding me.” 

sometimes asks for extra cuddles before getting up to take a shower, and when you say yes he just :):):) and envelops you in his warm embrace and rubs his beard goatee thing on your forehead as you grovel in pain because it’s in that in-between phase where it’s scratchy and long 

sometimesasksyoutoshowertogetherbutyouusuallyhavetodecipheritbecausehe’sallblushyandit’ssocuteyoucoulddie

honestly struggles to get up in the morning because he really loves just laying and existing with you, his mind not focused or worried about anything but the way your chest rises slightly out of sync with his, and sometimes he imagines your chest heaving beneath his,,,,but hat’s astory for antoher time

basically; waking up with him is like a fairy tale. his gently lips and even gentler arms wake you up like a queen, and he makes sure that you feel the same way he does. sometimes there’s extra cuddles, sometimes there’s some showering together.